Hi. I was going over some very old threads and I found this very old request about the men drawing out each other’s names from a hat. It gave me an idea, so here it is. It's my first time posting here so if anything is a bit off, I'm sorry. .......... Part 1 “So, Mr. Soldier, you see the problem then?†“No. Not really.†The man in the helmet shook his head and then went back to barking like a rabid dog. “MY MEN JUST NEED A GOOD YELLING AT!†His French teammate sitting on the chair next to his, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head as well, but not for the same reasons. He couldn’t believe he was being dragged into this. Being called to the Administrator’s office was nothing new for him. She would usually just ask him about his team members he was supposed to be spying on and then would make a few underhanded threats that the Frenchman would purposefully ignore. But now, with the Soldier here, being sneaky or indirect was not an option if they wanted the man to pick up on anything they were saying. “Would you just please listen to ze woman? She iz trying to help.†Spy tried to reason, sending daggers over to his teammate with every deadly stare. “I am! And I’m telling her that those ladies just need to get themselves together and –“ “Your men are frustrated, Mr. Soldier.†The woman in purple cut in. She wasn’t usually this calm and composed, but when dealing with idiots like the man in front of him, patience was priority. However, she had her limits and she was quickly losing the small amount she had left inside her. Spy seemed to have sensed the edge in her voice in that last statement and smirked her way. He could allow himself to do such things because of their weird relationship. The Spy was the team member the woman respected and hated the most. “They are frustrated because they are losing!†“Non!†The Spy slammed his fist against the desk they were sitting at. “They are losing BECAUSE they are frustrated!†“Precisely.†The Soldier twisted his head left and right going from his teammate to the woman behind the desk. They were both staring at him, waiting for a conclusion that could get the two men to finally leave and the woman to be left alone. That didn’t happen. “Oh.†He paused. “What the hell are those pansies frustrated about! I’m not frustrated! Spy’s not frustrated!†“Um, Mr. Soldier.†Administrator cleared her throat. “You can’t really believe that your performance these last few weeks has improved or even been as good.†The woman said, reaching for one of the drawers filled with their statistics, just in case Soldier ended up denying that as well. “I...†He paused. “Yeah, but... I’m not frustrated!†“Your behaviors during ceasefire show that you are.†The woman sighed. “I have had to witness things that... I wish I hadn’t.†Spy covered his mouth to muffle a snort. He knew very well what the Administrator had seen. He would have felt bad for her if he didn’t hate her. “What are you implying, lady?†Soldier growled leaning in. “Sexual frustration, my friend, can have a very strong affect on any man’s work.†Soldier blinked at the Administrator from underneath his helmet. His mind was still processing what had just been said. “Now please, please, be reasonable, mon ami. This is the problem. How do we deal with it?†Spy spoke up quickly, before his teammate could start ranting again. By sort of implying that he was in charge of making a plan to solve the problem, he gave Soldier power and he knew the American would take the bait no matter what. “I see...†Soldier mumbled, clearly not fully comfortable with the situation yet. “It’s perfectly normal. We had this same problem with some other teams a few years back.†“I know it’s normal, woman! What happened to them?†“They died.†She said, expression blank. “So what do you suggest we do, Mr. Soldier, to avoid such an unpleasant outcome.†“Um... a brothel! We all go to a brothel!†He said, slamming his fist triumphantly against the hard wood of the Administrator’s desk. “Prostitutes?†Spy said, pleasantly surprised. “Yes! I usually wouldn’t encourage such a thing because a lady should never sell her body! But, we are desperate and on a losing streak! I see no other option!†A moment of silence followed, the two more reasonable people in the room waiting to see if Soldier was just about done. “No.†The woman said. “Huh?†Both men said in unison. “No. We can’t do that. Do you KNOW how expensive whores are!? First we have to find proper ones!†“I don’t think there iz such a thing as a proper whore, Madame.†The Spy smirked. Yeah, he would know. “I’m talking about diseases, Spy! We have to put them through tests and then we’re going to have to bring them here because there is no WAY I am letting you lot leave just to fuck some sluts! This is not some kind of field trip! And God knows what kind of kinks you people have! It’s way too expensive and I am not calling up the company to ask them for that kind of money! Dear God, imagine what the higher ups would think of me!†“Oh, stop being so dramatic.†Spy rolled his eyes. “Long story short, you don’t want to spend money on this, right?†“Right.†“And you want US to come up with something, correct?†“Yes.†A devious grin spread across the Spy’s lips as the Frenchman leaned in towards the woman. “Madame, am I right in assuming that you already have this plan and are just waiting for Monsieur Soldier here to hit the nail on the head?†“Yes.†She paused and cleared her throat again, a fierce blush creeping over her cheeks. “You are nine men living in the middle of nowhere, surely you could handle one night in the company of one of your teammates.†She tried to sound professional, but failed miserably. In her defence, it’s not easy telling two gruff men that they were going to have to fuck each other if they wanted to survive this war. “That...is.... DISGUSTING!†Soldier yelled and stood up. “I WILL NOT HAVE MY MEN FUCKING AROUND IN EACH OTHER’S BEDS LIKE A BUNCH OF FRUITY FAIRIES! AND I AM SURE AS HELL NOT DOING IT!†The man’s roared at the top of his lungs. His face had gone completely red and his whole body shook in his anger. His fists, kept close to his sides, were clenched so tight, his knuckles had gone white a while ago. “Mon ami, please calm down.†“NO! YOUR FRENCH FAGGY ASS MIGHT BE OKAY WITH THIS, BUT MY ASS IS NOT!†“Well then, good luck finding another job.†The Administrator stood and began to clear her desk. “What?†Both men said at the same time, heads snapping in her direction. “I can’t have my men losing all the time. I didn’t want to resort to this, but you give me no other choice. I give you two weeks. If you keep losing because of this frustration, then you are all fired.†She walked around the table, her documents pressed closely to her chest. “Put your pride aside and get this shit done. Dismissed.†She nodded to them and left. A silence reigned over the office once the door slammed shut behind the Administrator. The Spy waited patiently for the Soldier to calm down and make a decision. “Mon ami, we need to figure something out.†“I know.†The man snapped at him. “How the hell am I gonna tell them that were going to have to...†The American gulped loudly and plopped back down onto his chair. “Yes. It iz going to be complicated, but they’ll understand, non? Their jobs are at stake.†“Yes! And when a man a man’s job is threatened, HE FIGHTS FOR IT DAMNIT!†Spy observed Soldier’s rapid change of attitude in wonder. It was remarkable how fast the man had changed his mind and now, he just looked like he was up for it. “How do you suggest we proceed?†The Frenchman asked. “It’s a bit awkward if we make them choose from one another if you ask me.†“Hmmm...†Soldier scratched his chin and seemed to be in deep thought. “Aha!†He grabbed Spy’s arm and yanked him to his feet. “Come on, private! I have a plan!†“God help us...â€
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It seems interesting, and I'd love to see more, but the "wall of text"-ness makes it difficult to read. Could you repost it with paragraph breaks?
Hi. Here’s another chapter for you. I’m just teasing with this one, trying to create at least a little bit of buildup. The good stuff starts in the next chapter, I promise. I just want to know which pairing you’d like to see first and maybe even a certain situation or kink you want me to write? It’s up to you. ....... Part 2 “MEN!†Soldier yelled, slamming Scout’s stolen baseball cap onto the table, the few pieces of paper placed inside it flying astray. “THIS IS THE SEX HAT!†All the men in the rec room turned around slowly, some faces confused, some angry for being interrupted in the middle of a conversation and others just shaking their heads disapprovingly, in no mood to be dealing with Soldier’s craziness on their time off. “What the hell are you on about, mate?†“Is that my hat!?†Scout stood up, looking like he was ready to start a fight. “Shut your mouth boy! We have more important problems here than who’s hat this is!†“Is little boys hat.†Heavy chimed in. “I know, now shut the hell up!†He shouted and then backed away from the hat with his hands set tightly behind his back, staring at it like it was going to start talking. Everyone else in the room was either staring at Soldier, the hat he was staring at or the Spy standing behind him in the background, who was busy slapping his palm against his face several times. Clearly, things weren’t going as planned for him at the moment. “Um... Solly? What does this... sex hat do, exactly?†Engineer asked calmly, speaking for every single person in the room. “What!? Nothing! It’s a hat.†An eerie grin spread across his face. “It’s what WE DO with the hat!†Seven and a half pairs of eyes blinked at the man, still unsure of what the hell he was talking about. It wasn’t the first time he pulled a stunt like this. Last time, he had walked in trying to convince the team that his shovel should be the tenth class. That debate didn’t last very long. “Can we NOT do shit with my hat?†“No! Shut up! Spy, please explain to these idiots how the sex hat works!†Sighing loudly enough for the whole room to hear, Spy stepped beside Soldier. This had not been part of the plan; he was not supposed to be the one to have to break it to seven other men that they were going to have to sleep together to keep their jobs. “We are all going to have to sleep together to keep our jobs.†Well, that was surprisingly easy to say. A entire chorus of ‘WHAT?’ followed the statement, but Spy would be in a idiot to expect otherwise. “Our performances have not unsatisfactory for the past few weeks. After studying us, our higher ups have found the root of the problem. My friends, we are sexually frustrated and the Administrator has us backed up in a corner. We must do this, for the sake of our work in this company.†He was trying to sound formal. He really was. Spy did his best to make this whole situation sound perfectly normal, but he had to face it: it wasn’t. He, being his open minded self, had no problem with this. He could even admit that there are a few teammates he’s rather enjoy sleeping with, some very... Australian teammates, not that he was naming any names or anything... “Listen, I ain’t a fag, alright? I’m not doing this shit just because some woman in some office watching us says so.†Scout said, crossing his arms over his chest as a few other teammates standing behind him nodded along. “Then you are fired.†Spy shrugged. “It iz that simple.†Scout’s smug expression fell and suddenly, the boy looked absolutely terrified. “Look mate, they can’t really be making us –“ “They are, so I say we get this over with, shall we?†Spy gestured toward the hat. “Nein, no, I vill not. This is ridiculous. I don’t even fight, I’m just a Medic!†The Medic said, almost pleading to the Spy. “Damn it, private! We are doing this as a team and seeing as you are part of it, you will be picking a name out of that sex hat whether you like it or not!†Soldier shouted, cutting off the Spy before the words even had the chance to leave his mouth. “Um, okay, we could’ve used any other hat... just sayin’.†“Must we really do this?†The Heavy asked, surprisingly calm. “Yes, all of us!†“Like, Engie’s hat or Sniper’s even. Those’d make really good sex hats if you ask me.†“Ya’ think maybe we could tell them we did it and just... not?†Demoman suggested, grimacing at the thought of having to really go through with this. “Were being watched.†Spy spoke before Soldier started ranting about honor and how un-American lying is. “They know and understand everything that happens in this base, maybe even better than we do.†“I mean, why a hat? Why not a sex bowl? We have a bunch of those in the kitchen.†At this point, Scout was starting to notice that, as usual, no one was really listening to him. “Um...†Sniper raised his hand awkwardly. “I’m still a bit confused about how this is going to work... were picking names?†“Oui. Each person will pick a name. This way, each person will get laid twice, maybe even with the same person if your partner happens to draw your name too. I will go first, as an example.†Spy stepped closer to the sex hat and stared down into it. He had been the one who wrote down the names and put them into the hat. He knew Soldier would not pay attention to detail and conveniently not notice the fact that all the papers were folded into squares except for one, which, obviously, was the one Spy went for. No, it was no coincidence that he volunteered to go first either. The whole room watched apprehensively, each member on the edge of his seat, as Spy reached down into the hat, picked out a name and brought it slowly up to his face. The speed he was going at was excruciatingly slow, but that was just Spy being his dramatic self. As he read the paper, he quirked his brow upward in amusement, a sly smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scanned the room. He took his time to go over each team member, maintaining the suspense and keeping every person holding their breath. “Ah Bushman,†He sighed, narrowing his eyes toward the Australian. “Lucky you.†His lips twitched into a playful yet terribly crooked grin as the Sniper blushed up to his ears. Spy almost wanted to laugh out loud at how scared the Aussie looked, but he had every right to be. Poor man had no idea what was in store for him. “Okay! Who’s next?†Soldier asked the room full of mercenaries who were currently busy sending their Sniper apologetic stares. “I picked ze bushman, so it iz his turn to pick now.†“Um... a –alright.†Sniper took a step forward, staring down into the hat like it was some kind of black hole ready to suck him in. Ha! This was too good, the Spy thought. The bushman was stuttering, stammering, shaking! He had just picked his name and all that planning was already paying off! He couldn’t wait to see how rewarding it will be when they are finally in bed. Yes... he would have that man wrapped around his finger, squirming underneath him, wanting more and begging for him to - “Um, Scout.†Sniper read out loud, turning to the boy in question. The young man stared daggers at him as if it was his fault he picked his name and grumbled complaints as he got up. Unlike the Sniper, he stared at his own hat as if it was challenging him to a fistfight. “This is fucking stupid.†He said as he picked out a piece of paper and yanked it open, almost ripping it. “I don’t even know why we –“ Everyone knew the name on the paper since it was the only name that could actually be able to stop a Scout from speaking. “I’m guessing that iz my name on ze paper, lapin?†Spy cooed at the unmoving Scout. This had been also preplanned by the masked man, but he hadn’t actually expected it to work. He had written his name on the largest piece of paper, thinking that maybe the Scout, being his loud obnoxious self, would end up picking it out. At the time, he was sure he was over-thinking it, but the boy just proved to be even more predictable than the Spy believed. “Yeah, it’s you.†Scout sneered at him, the shock slowly wearing off. This time, only half the room wore sorry looks for the new victim. The other half was trying to contain their laughter. They knew the Scout was just as screwed as the Sniper, but for some reason, they felt that the boy deserved it. If he was the hotshot he bragged about being, then now he could go ahead and prove it. “I look forward to it.†Spy purred and smirked at how the kid’s eyes just shot open instantly. This was definitely going to be fun for him. “Is this serious? Are ve seriously doing this?†The Medic stood and looked around at his teammates. “Does no one else find this incredibly odd? Ve are picking each other’s names out of a HAT! So ve can have sex!†The German man sounded distressed and very desperate to get through to his teammates. “Aren’t ve better than this?†The entire room went silent and just for a second, the doctor thought he had really made a point. But that was just for a second. “NO, WE ARE NOT PRIVATE!†The Soldier bellowed straight into the German’s face. “Orders are orders and we follow them whether we like it or not! And trust me private, I do NOT like this.†Defeated, the doctor sat back down next to his Russian companion who gently patted his back. Well, not actually gently, but gently enough for a Heavy. “Since I have already picked, I choose who goes next.†Spy said before someone could attempt to ruin his fun again. “This ain’t a game, mate.†Sniper said from behind him, but that did not stop Spy from playing either. “Soldier, you pick.†“Very well.†He marched up to the hat and picked a partner. Actually, ‘partner’ was a very suitable term for the person who got picked. “Engineer!†Soldier read. The Texan curled his lips into an embarrassed half smile and reached out to pick out a name. His gaze remained unmoved and still glued on the Soldier, who was beginning to get mixed signals from the look Engineer was giving him. The smile lingered, but was no longer innocent and shy. Quite the contrary really; you could almost call it a smolder. “Pyro.†Engineer read smugly, knowing that every single man in the room was hoping to pick that name. What lay behind that mask and suit intrigued everybody and now one of them had just gained entry. It truly was something to be jealous of. His massive shoulders shook as he a few low chuckles left his lips. “Is that okay with you, pardner?†He asked the Pyro, but still kept his eyes fixed on Soldier. Only the Laborer would be able to still be polite in a situation like this, asking Pyro if he was ‘okay with it’, Spy thought, almost disgusted at how nice the man was. He was clearly very, very happy about the name he just drew and maybe even happier about the person who drew HIS name. Spy could tell by the hungry look he was shamelessly giving Soldier, not even trying to be sneaky about it. Interesting... The Pyro clapped his rubber-glove-clad hands together excitedly and skipped to the sex hat, gracefully plucking a paper out and holding it in his palms like it was a delicate baby bird. Nobody had any idea what he had just said, but he pointed at Demoman, so no translation necessary there. The Scot bolted up to his feet and high fived his pyromaniac teammate with a howl of victory. “You know you’re going to have sex with him, right private?†Soldier asked, just to make sure that the man had understood the plan. His reaction was... well, different than expected. “Yup, but this is how I see it, lad. You lot are already butt ugly, including me. So, either he’s just as ugly, OR a beautiful lady! The odds are in my favor!†He said, grinning at the Pyro. “’ts ‘ur tun!†Pyro hopped in place, pushing the Demoman toward the hat. “Soldier.†Demoman read and nodded to the Soldier who nodded right back. “Alright! I’ve already picked so I get to decide who goes –“ “No need for that, mon ami. There are only two left in the hat and they happen to be the only people who have yet to draw. They have no choice but to... um...do each other.†Spy turned to Heavy and Medic who sat in the farthest corner of the room. The Heavy seemed quite indifferent about the matter while as the Medic was looking at the Spy with all the hate in the world. “Twice.†The Spy added, just because he was a bastard. “Nein.†“Doctor, don’t be such child.†Heavy patted his back again, knocking out all the air out of his lungs. “THAT’S SETTLED THEN! EVERYONE IS DISMISSED FOR THE NIGHT! I WILL BE TAKING THE SEX HAT JUST IN CASE WE NEED IT AGAIN FOR....um, whatever this was.†“Hey! That’s my hat! You can’t just take it!†Scout cried, jumping up and down, trying to reach his hat that Soldier was holding up in the airs, out of the shorter boy’s reach. “Son, sometimes a man has to sacrifice some things for his country!†“But...but, I’m already fucking Spy for my country! Isn’t that enough?!†“Ha! My poor, poor child.†The Spy strode over to the Soldier and snatched the hat right out of his outstretched hand, hiding it behind his back. A predatory smile plastered on his face, the Spy leaned in closer to the Scout, their noses only inches apart. “You are very, very, very mistaken...†With every ‘very’ that came out of his mouth, the Spy’s lips moved closer to the boy’s ear. Scout couldn’t help but shiver violently as the Frenchman’s warm breath brushed against his skin like the faintest touch of a feather. “... if you think that YOU will be fucking ME.†He purred and turned away, walking out of the room. Scout blanched at the words and then almost fainted when he noticed that his hat had somehow returned on his head.
>>5 Mmm, this fic has so much promise; I'm bouncing in my seat with excitement for the next chapter. As for requests, the only thing I ever ask of life is bottom Sniper. That's it. That's all. And it looks like that's the direction you're going in, so I'm basically just sitting here grinning like an idiot. Thank you.
laughed so hard at scout going on about the hat however instead of you introducing the sex hat as "scouts stolen hat", why not say nothing until scout goes "is that my hat?" funny as hell though and the part where admin says. "You die."
Very good chapter, I loved the humor :) I especially liked this line: Last time, he had walked in trying to convince the team that his shovel should be the tenth class. I can really see Soldier do that in canon.
Okay, new favourite story on the chan. This is it. This is the one I will wait anxiously for each chapter.
I admit, at first I didn't bother reading this because of the lack of linebreaks in the first chapter. When I saw you had fixed that for the second, I went back and read this, and this is pretty dang funny. I eagerly await more.
I like the concept of this, but I have to admit that I was disappointed by the selection of who's screwing who in this chapter. It doesn't feel randomized. I mean, ScoutxSniper, SniperxSpy, SpyxScout, two counts of HeavyxMedic, EngineerxSoldier, and DemomanxSoldier? Seems all pretty run of the mill. EngineerxPyro is borderline, but I'll let it slide since it's kind of a rare spotting. Ditto DemomanxPyro. That has some opportunity to be unique. I wasn't expecting this to be "52 Alluring Sex Games for Lovers", but I was hoping to see more peculiarities. This seems so convenient for the plot, so I have difficulties buying into it.
>>12 [spoiler]Agreed, it's far from random when you can guess every single draw correctly. The concept made me expect fresh new match ups but there's nothing of the sort save for the two you mentioned.
I wasn't expecting this to be "52 Alluring Sex Games for Lovers", but I was hoping to see more peculiarities. This is a joke, right? Even "52" has a huge list of run of the mill pairings. It's hard to expect pairings outside of the box in a fandom as old and as established as this, as most people don't care for unestablished pairings. Granted, I was expecting unloved pairings to show up a bit with a scenario such as this, but then again, it's free porn and I'm not going to judge what the OP wants to write. I wouldn't write pairings that wouldn't get my rocks off either.
>>14 No. I'm not joking. Even though "52" does have run of the mill pairings, it does open the door for strange pairings and tries to execute them. I don't always like the results, but at least "52" is putting effort into trying something new, so for that, Scrunchy has my respect. When I saw this fic, I saw, "Hey! Picking pairings from a hat? Sounds fun! Why not?" I misread the author's intent. I thought they were genuinely going to be throwing dice at a wall and writing whatever comes out. It appears that was not the case. Perhaps my expectations were too high.
Yeah, I agree with >>12 and >>13. Would have been nice if you actually put names in a hat and drew them for everyone (except for Spy's riggings, of course). I mean, I'm still looking forward to this, because I like the writing and I like many of these pairings, but it's still kind of like "oh."
>>16 Eh, same here. Something unusual would have caught my eye. I guess I was also expecting a little actual randomness, since the setup was a "random" draw. Mind you, I've got no place to knock on anyone for doing what gets their rocks off, even if it's something that's been done again and again. I'm thoroughly guilty of writing/drawing standard run-of-the-mill pairings. I won't be chomping at the bit to see what happens with each set of fuck-buddies in this story, though.
Heck, I'm aboard this fic. It would have indeed been fun to see some completely random pairings. But when it comes to TF2, I ship it like it's FedEx, so you won't hear any complaints coming out of my mouth over free porn. Especially if the author keeps up this nice style of writing.
I'll agree with most people here and say that I wish the drawing was actually random and not just popular pairings but whatever.
Hi. I've read your reviews and I'm very happy to see some constructive criticism. I am aware that the pairings were very predictable, but some of my very favorite ones are in there and I really wanted to write with them. However, I've planned this story out and I just want to say that none of the pairs are set in stone :P Things are definitely going to get messy and mixed up. Chapter three is coming soon and thank you again for the feedback :)
>>20 Glad to see you're not discouraged. Looking forward to it.
>>20 You're a strong one. I like that. Continue on.
Here’s chapter three for you, my longest yet. Do what you want with it :) ......... Part 3 Scout was laying on his bed comfortably, reading the latest sports magazine his mother had been kind enough to send him. It was probably the eighth time he was going over it and he was starting to wonder if he would be able to recite the whole thing by now. He didn’t have much of a choice, though. It was either this or... He shuddered thinking of the alternative, which simply consisted of him stepping out of his room. There was no way he was opening that door, no matter how hungry he was, and risk bumping into Sniper or worse, Spy. He had gotten up early that morning, assuming it was a work day. Well, it was supposed to be, but he had an idea why the Administrator had suddenly decided to call ceasefire. It was the sex thing. They were giving them a break just so they could satisfy their needs. Didn’t Spy say they were being watched constantly? In that case, ‘they’ would make sure that the needs were satisfied. Scout imagined the Administrator holding a gun to Medic’s head, forcing him to ride Heavy and shuddered. Hours passed and there were times where he had come close to breaking and just busting that door down, but he fought those urges. No matter how much his feet twitched because of the lack of movement and how much his stomach complained, Scout did not leave that room. If someone really wanted to have sex with him, they were knocking on HIS door, not the other way around. As if that same person was reading his mind, there was a knock at his door immediately after that last thought crossed his mind. “Sniper, Sniper, Sniper, Sniper...†Scout whispered to himself as he got up to open the door. It’s not that he wanted to have sex with Sniper, but when Spy is the other option, the Aussie wasn't so bad. “Hey there.†The man behind the door was neither. Engineer greeted Scout with a wide grin and a small wave of his hand. Scout wasn’t sure why the Texan was at his door, smiling broadly enough to raise suspicion, but if he remembered correctly, it was not his name he had drawn and Sniper had drawn his own, so what could the man possibly want? “Er, hi. Uh, I think ya’ got the wrong room, Hardhat.†Scout grinned nervously, scratching the back of his head and gazing down the hallway. “Soldier’s two doors down that way and Pyro’s all the way down the hall, but that’s only if ya’ brave enough to actually knock on his door.†“No, no. I’m at the right place.†Engineer assured him and looked over his shoulder. “Can I come in?†Scout was confused. Not confused like he usually was with these guys, but really confused. What could the Engineer possibly want with him? There was something way off about the man too, but Scout couldn’t put his finger on it yet. He was smiling politely, like he always did, so why did it look so damn different? Engineer sat down on Scout’s bed, brushing the discarded magazine aside. “I’m here to talk business with you, boy.†He said and grinned again at the end of the sentence. Only this time, Scout knew exactly what was wrong with the smile. It was fake. Very, very fake. He looked like one of those creepy dolls at toy stores with the batting eyelashes. He wanted to talk business. Judging by that smile and the glint in his eye, it was more like he was after something. What did he want? What could Scout possibly possess to make the Engineer come after him for it? “What do you want?’ Scout said slowly, eyeing the Engineer with all of his guards up. “Spy.†Engineer blurted, cutting to the chase. “Spy?†Scout repeated, somewhat surprised and dumbfound. “Like, the name I drew? You want the paper?†“Yes, and the man whose name is written on it.†Scout frowned. There was something wrong with this...wait! Maybe there wasn’t. “Are you a fag?†“Nope.†Okay, there was definitely something wrong with this. Yes! Scout wanted to scream. Take him! But this was starting to sound like a huge trap. Every single man in that room seemed glad to have escaped spending a night with the Spy, had he missed Engineer’s reaction? Why did he want to sleep with Spy of all people? There had to be something behind it. Some kind of trick or prank or anything! This was way too easy. “You must be pretty damn horny, wanting three partners instead of two... why the Spy though?†“Oh, no son.†Engineer chuckled. “I’ll be givin’ you mine in return.†Okay, that made more sense and yet, it made none. Spy for Pyro? Scout wasn’t sure. With Spy, he was a hundred percent screwed, but Pyro was more of a wild card. God doesn’t even know how sex with him/her would play out. Oh...her. Now, that would be nice. All the more reason to be suspicious about the Engineer’s intentions. Giving up the possibility of being with a woman for the Spy, who was evidently a sleazy French dude. “What the hell do you want with the Spy?†He asked, pacing about in the room, eyes not leaving Engineer. The man still didn’t look like himself. Scout had never found the Texan to be a threatening man, until now. Unkind thoughts were behind those goggles, he just knew it. “That doesn’t concern you. I... prefer him.†The last two words rolled off of his tongue in a eerie tone, followed by a sinister smile, one that made Scout’s body tense up. He prefers him... That was disturbing, but it probably wouldn’t have been if Engineer was talking in his regular Texan drawl. He suddenly really wanted the man to leave. “Alright, alright, I’ll take the weirdo.†He set his palms up in front of him. “But you’re gonna be the one to tell him.†“I’ve already warned him of the possibility of his partner changing. He didn’t mind.†Engineer’s smile was slowly disappearing as he got up to leave. “Pleasure doin’ business with you, son.†He said and left, leaving the piece of paper on the desk. He hadn’t shaken his hand. He had probably sensed the Scout’s reluctance to touch him. Scout shuddered. It was like his presence still hung in the air and the young man no longer felt comfortable being alone in the room. He went out in search of company, Sniper, Spy, Engineer and Pyro being out of the question. / / He ended up running. Heavy and Medic were playing chess, Soldier was being his crazy self and his conversation with Demoman died out before it got anywhere interesting. Scout did get some information, though. No one had done it yet. “Wait, no one? Not even Spy?†“Nope.†Demoman had said, shaking his head grimly, as if someone had just died. “No surprise, lad. No one wants to make that first move. Our manhood is at stake here.†Scout disagreed but hadn’t said anything. He believed that their manhood was lost the second they picked those names out of his hat. The idea still hadn’t settled in. He had yet to fully accept the reality of that little game. Scout was going to lose his virginity for a second time and he would only be kidding himself if he really thought he would be topping Sniper. Pyro, maybe if he was lucky, but definitely not Sniper . The man was twice his size. Scout pushed the thoughts away, even making waving motions in the air as he ran. Running was to clear his mind, not fill it with worries and doubts. Thinking was done in the shower, where he had to stand still. With a deep breath, he picked up his speed, ignoring his body’s protests. What he couldn’t ignore was the shot fired straight in front of him. Half a second later and the shooter would have hit him. “Holy shit!†He yelled, bouncing back and falling over himself. Covering his eyes from the glaring sun, he looked up to see the Sniper waving his hat at him. “Whaddaya’ want?†Scout called, thankful that his exercise could be used as an excuse for his blushing cheeks. The Australian simply continued waving him over. Scout dusted himself off and jogged to the perch. He had never run so slow in his life. Then again, he had never felt so anxious about going somewhere before. He had climbed up that perch a hundred times before, for refuge or by chance. Either way, Sniper never minded as long as he was quiet. This time, Scout would rather seek refuge in Medic’s office than the perch. He wasn’t scared or anything, more like unprepared. He was nervous about facing the man, he just wasn’t ready yet. His stomach tightened with every step he took and he had to remind himself to breathe. He clenched his fists as hard as he could, but that didn’t stop the tremors. “Hello.†Sniper greeted him the second his head emerged into the perch. “Hi.†Scout kept it short and hopefully this would be over soon. He could feel his eyes on him, but he didn’t dare look up from the ground. He didn’t want to see what kind of look his teammate was giving him and it was also a convenient way to hide his discomfort. “Well,†Sniper chuckled awkwardly. “we haven’t even done it yet and it’s already weird. Won’t even look at me.†Scout could hear the smile in his voice. The man was making an effort and Scout knew it would be unfair if he just stood there. The least he could do was look up, but he really had to force himself for that. He gave him a humorless smirk and swayed nervously on his two feet as his eyes darted around the small room. “So, what’s up?†He asked, ignoring Sniper’s earlier comments. “Wanted to talk to you about, ah... you know.†“Alright.†Scout nodded slowly. “Go ahead.†“Right. Um, I jus’ wanted ta’ tell ya’ that, I’m not gonna push you or anything’.†He said slowly, then cursed under his breath. Clearly, he hadn’t really planned this all out. Scout didn’t say anything. “I mean, I think the higher ups are gonna be givin’ us a few days off to... get things done and I want you to know that...†He trailed off and ended up abandoning the unfinished sentence. “Whenever you want, alright? Whenever you’re ready. I’m not gonna come knocking at your door, so don’t wait up.†“You want...me? To come knockin’?†He asked, blinking at him. He would never be able to do that. Of course, he wouldn’t tell Sniper that, but Scout knew himself well enough to know that he would never grow the balls or guts to go after a man, seeking sex. “Well you don’t... Aw jeez.†Sniper cursed again, scratching the back of his head and looking away. “You don’t have ta’ take is so literally. You can, uh, signal me if you like.†Scout bit down on his thumb nervously, picking at the skin with his front teeth. Signal him? Signal him how? “J –just do that, then.†Sniper shrugged, his eyes now lowered to Scout’s mouth. “Bite my thumb?†He asked, pulling it out and blushing at the string of saliva that followed. “Yeah.†Sniper gulped. “That.†The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed loudly. It made Scout nervous, but he couldn’t help but feel a little better about all of this. Sniper wanted him. It felt odd to think of it that way, but the man was staring at him with hazy eyes and heavy breaths. Scout felt naked and not because Sniper was undressing him with eyes. He had never been looked at in that way before and he wasn’t even sure if he was enjoying it or not. But Scout knew it was time for him to leave when Sniper’s tongue darted out, licking at his chapped lips. Oh God, Scout thought. He had to get out. He needed a shower. A very, very, cold shower. / / The showers were empty. No one really took one on ceasefire days, seeing as no one got dirty either. However, Scout felt quite dirty at the moment, in every single way possible. He shed his clothes and threw them away on one of the benches. He turned the shower on, without even touching the handle marked ‘hot’. He needed to cool down. This was ridiculous. As much as he hated the higher ups, they made a very valid point this time. He was sexually frustrated, enough to be turned on at the sight of his teammate ogling him. He let the freezing water wash over him, hoping that the flesh between his legs would lose its hardness. Jacking off was not an option, especially in the showers where anyone could walk in. He hated this. He hated how hard he had gotten in that perch, without even needing the man to touch him. The look in his eyes was all it took. He was in the middle of taking in a deep breath when he felt two strong hands grasp his shoulders and shove him into the wall. “Did you really think, lapin, that you could escape me so easily?†The man hissed into his ear. Scout couldn’t entirely see his attacker, but the gloved hands and the French accent spoke for themselves. Spy’s body was pressed against him. His strong, wet chest stuck to his shoulders and pushed him against the cool tiled wall. “What the fuck are you –hah!†Scout shuddered as Spy bucked his hips upwards. The man’s body was cold, except for the head of his throbbing cock that ran up and down his lower back in a wet, warm line with every thrust of his hips. “Did you really think, that giving away a mere piece of paper with my name on it, would stop me from having my way with you?†Scout pressed his head against the wall, biting down on his tongue and whimpering. His entire body shook, scared and cold. This is not happening, he shouted in his head, now of all times! His body hadn’t calmed down yet and the Spy could see it, how hard he was, he knew he could see it. Scout felt a gloved hand slowly make its way down his back and around his torso. The touch was soft, almost gentle and felt foreign because of the glove. The hand continued its way, pushing away the wetness as it glided along Scout’s bare skin. The other hand reached out to the back of his neck and a single finger ran a trail all the way down his spine, milking out as many shivers as possible. Scout tried to escape, but his body was pushed roughly against the wall , the man’s front even tighter against his back. The Scout gasped as he felt Spy’s cock lodge itself between his cheeks, the hot precum mixed with the cold water running down his own thigh. “Stop!†He tried to shove, but the Spy was stronger. “Tell me something petit.†He whispered straight into his ear. “How did you make the Engineer trade with you, hm?†The hand, now resting on his stomach, slowly made its way down and stopped right where the penis started. “Watch.†The Spy purred into his ear, his lips pressed against the shell. “Watch and I won’t take your virginity.†Scout’s breath sped up as his head was shoved downward. Scout opened his eyes and was met with a fairly feminine gloved hand pressed against the base of his still throbbing member. The bastard... he probably thought he was hard because of him. Scout was about to pull away again when he saw the fingers curl back into his palm, with the exception of the index. That finger pressed down and moved upwards, leaving a dry trail that was quickly wetted again by the still running water. Scout gasped loudly. When the finger reached the tip, the rest of the fingers unfurled and wrapped themselves around the head. “Bastard, let go.†The Scout snapped breathlessly . “Stop –mmph!†To his surprise, Spy did let go, but only to bring his hand to the boy’s mouth. The tips of his fingers pressed against his tongue, keeping his jaw hanging open. “Bite.†He ordered. Scout obeyed and watched in shock as the Spy slid his hand out of the glove, leaving the fabric between his teeth. Scout could almost taste himself on the leather and spit out, disgusted. Before he could retort, the now ungloved hand found its way back to its original spot. The warm hand did not move once it was wrapped around Scout once again. It stayed in place, keeping a firm grip, as the thumb crept up to the tip, running and sliding itself over the slit. “Ah, shit!†The Scout moaned in a mix of pleasure and anger. “Stop it, you sick fuck.†“Stop? Are you sure?†In one swift but rough movement, Spy spun him around, so that they were face to face in every single way. Scout was met with a pair of cold grey eyes staring right through him. Spy had kept his mask on and the whole thing looked a bit kinky, seeing as he was completely naked. The two men took the time to stare the other down. Spy’s strong chest was moving fast, the muscles clenching at unclenching rapidly. Scout followed the light sprinkle of hair on his chest, leading all the way down to his stomach and then trailing over to his manhood. God, Spy was huge. The Frenchman caught him staring an grinned like a predator that had its prey between its claws. All he had to do was lean in slightly and their slick, glistening heads rubbed against each other, making deliciously wet noises. “Fuuuuuck.†The Scout drawled, his eyes rolled back into his head. “See? I am much better than the firebug you wanted to fuck so badly.†The man whispered, licking a trail over his collarbone. They were barely touching at all and the Scout was ready to blow his load. Only his tongue and his tip were actually coming in contact with him, but all he wanted to do was pull the man closer, just for the feel of it, nothing else. “I –I didn’t.†Scout whimpered. “It was Engie.†He had to force the words because every time he seemed to open his mouth, involuntary moans would slip out. Scout felt the Frenchman’s body go rigid. His tongue pulled away and so did his cock. And just like that, all the warmth was gone. “Explain.†He demanded. Scout shut his eyes, unable to look at his teammate. “Engie came to my room earlier and asked for the trade. He was... persistent. He -he really wanted you for some reason.†The Scout squeaked out the last sentence. “I see... but why?†“I don’t know, man! Please just... leave me alone.†Scout whimpered again, turning away from the Spy, which could have been a mistake all in itself “Very well.†Spy cleared his throat. “I’ll be off then. I have a laborer to take care of.†He said. The Scout heard his footsteps start and then stop. “Oh, and petit? I will be taking a rain check.†Scout listened to the man leave and held his breath up until he heard the door shut behind him. “Fuckin’ hell...†Scout groaned, looking down at his rock hard member. Not even gallons of frozen water would get that thing to come down now. Scout even considered going back out to find Sniper, but after the way Spy had touched him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit dirty doing that. Hell, he felt dirty now! He reached out around himself and ran a finger across his lower back, picking up whatever was left of the precum. Scout held his now dirtied hand in front of him and couldn’t help the heat that shot through his cock. He would never admit it to anyone, but Spy’s hand were just... the flesh between his legs twitched at the mere thought of his hands, gloved or not, running all over him. Amazing. That’s how it felt. Just amazing. But Scout did not regret the trade. There was always Sniper, with his big , strong hands and they had a signal too. A signal, Scout pondered, that could maybe be used more than once.
The plot thickens.
The plot thickens. Among other things.
Scout abuse, Pryo/Scout, Engineer/Spy, and even more sex than we bargained for? Do go on.
I'm so sorry I ever doubted you.
Things are gettin' interesting...
Oh my god! My dick!
moaaaaaar
NEED. MORE. THIS
Very nice. I'm looking forward to anymore partner trades you may have in store for us!
Whoops, there go my panties. Well done, author. You know how to get your audience riled up.
I just slid out of my chair. The glove biting. Hrngh. Also, what a love for switching up the pairings a bit. I am pleased with this turn of events.
Oh my god. Hnnnnng. It's only Scout abuse so far and it's already fucking hot. I love this so much. I look forward to more! :D
Engineer and Spy thank god for that 8)
Changes because people were tired of typical pairings? Get over it, but I very much like the idea of switches even though I would not mind the typical pairing. The writing is delicious and everyone seems in character dead on, I am a happy camper in my bunk.
>>37 He had planned the switches from the beginning, judging by >>20
>>38 From what it looks like nobody even thought about that and started to cry their 'disappointment'. The author only bended over to do so more faster to turn that cheek of supposed criticism. Random hat draw? It is a title and the gist of it, but the pairings go off of the author's thoughts and likes, unless the person is willing to go out of the way of popular pairings in this fandom. But, there always people bent wanting to see something different like the men humping their guns instead. I say just be happy or do not bother. At least the writing is good, there is a supposed plot, and porn to settle the hungry deviants on this site...
>>39 And I say don't be patronizing about readers who offer concrit in a site that is supposed to offer concrit. Since your stance is "be happy or do not bother," why did you bother to comment about your dislike for other readers' opinions? Ffs. Even when the author can take criticism with maturity and uses it to write a better story, still somebody will whine that some people care enough about their reading material and/or writing to try and improve it.
40 Opinions on the story are not concrit. Either they write the story well, or they don't. The story can be whatever they chose, we can't change what happens in it if we don't like it, its their story. If they present they story improperly, like by overusing words and if the plot had holes and such, THAT'S what needs concrit. That's like reading a fic about zombies and saying "i dislike that there are zombies in this story, they kill and it makes me uncomfortable. if you removed it this story would be better" Read the story and deal with what happens in it. If the writing gets wonky or if things don't make sense, then that's when you insert criticisms. What >>39 is saying is that people went and assumed what the story was going to be, and when they figured out that it wasn't then they criticized it as if it were bad that it wasn't what they expected. People need to learn how to differentiate opinion and constructive criticism. He's not saying that sharing your opinions on the story are wrong, but just don't try to pass it off as something that would make the story better.
On the contrary, opinions on the story are very much concrit. They are not concrit about the writing, but are concrit about the plot. Both plot and writing constitute the story, therefore providing criticism for the plot can help the author make the story better. In this case, the criticism was that the plot was too predictable (all the pairings were the most common ones), and didn't take advantage of its potential (basically, the "They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot" trope). They are perfectly valid complaints. Yes, people jumped to conclusions. So what if they did? People are not mind-readers, they have to form their opinions based on what they can see. They pointed out that the plot would be far more interesting if the author shook things up a bit by writing more unusual pairings, and they were right. <i>That's like reading a fic about zombies and saying "i dislike that there are zombies in this story, they kill and it makes me uncomfortable. if you removed it this story would be better"</i> Oh please, spare me the strawman arguments. What you described is complaining about a story's <i>genre,</i> not its plot. What happened here is more like reading a fic about zombies and saying "I dislike that, out of the original group, the survivors were all the most bland characters, while the more interesting characters were killed off before they could do anything exciting."
Hum, that may have sounded a bit confusing because story can refer both to just the plot and to the whole work. My point is that opinions on the events of a story (aka the plot) are just as much valid concrit as opinions on the writing. A fanfiction can have fantastic prose, but it will still suck if the plot is a collection of clichè and missed opportunities.
>>41 Personal opinions are only non-constructive to authors who don't know how to interpret feedback constructively. It helps if you stop making up ridiculous excuses to disqualify criticism. Anyway, I really don't mind that the ships in this story are very typical. Yes, the drawing results struck me as being very convenient, but I never honestly expected the author to actually pull names out of a hat. I saw the "sex hat" device as being meant to break a glass ceiling and get the team evaluating each other as more than teammates, rather than as the framework of a random prompt challenge, so I wasn't exactly disappointed. That said, while I do like the idea of using the sex hat to set standard ships to sail, I think it could have been done without the obviously non-random random drawings. You could have started with random-seeming drawings, and from there let people barter and seduce their way to more compatible partners as they start thinking and learning about each other from a sexual perspective.
>>41 and >>44 Took the words right out of my mouth and explained it much better than >>39. Now if only <<42 would understand.....Doubt it though.
...You agree with both >>41 and >>44 even though >>44 said the opposite thing as >>41? Btw, I like this story, and I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Which is why I was disappointed to find that the latest bump wasn't a new chapter, but your passive-aggressive comment. Next time, sage.
46 What >>44 said was not the opposite of what I said. Opinions are not constructive criticism, but i was wrong by saying they couldn't be constructive at all. >>44 pointed that out. Whether or not whats being shipped is what you want does not make it any less better of a story. That is just your OPINION. This can be constructive to the writer only if they share the same opinion, but that still does not ultimately make it any better for everyone. What >>44 said after "anyways" is where >>45 me, >>39 and >>37 are looking at it. You say that the ships are common in the fandom, so the story isn't as exciting as it could have been. People who are relatively new, or are yet to become so used to the idea of these "common" ships would not think any otherwise of the story.
Opinions are not constructive criticism, but i was wrong by saying they couldn't be constructive at all. Fair enough. Whether or not whats being shipped is what you want does not make it any less better of a story. That is just your OPINION. This can be constructive to the writer only if they share the same opinion, but that still does not ultimately make it any better for everyone. In other words, what you are saying is that the author should be open to to advice and think it over, but ultimately must make their own decisions and stick with them even if their readers disagree, right? Did I understand you correctly? But the thing is, for that to happen, it's necessary that the readers express their opinions to begin with. The stance "be happy or do not bother" directly contradicts the idea that readers should speak out about things they don't like. I never meant to say that the author must change their vision to match their readers'. (Though, admittedly, I should have made that clearer. Re-reading my comments now, I can see how I could have given that impression). But there should be an exchange of opinions between readers and authors. Feedback about both plot and writing. After that, the author makes an informed decision about whether to modify their work or not. My original reply to >>39 was basically "you have no right to tell the readers that they can't express their opinions to the author."
I've been reading a few books about writing and I can't remember which one this is from, but I think it can be applied here. The author wrote that "if you don't care about what other people think of your writing, you should just lock the manuscript in a safe deposit box like J.D. Salinger." I think that just by posting their work here, the author is opening themself up to feedback and criticism.
48 I agree there should always be a share of opinion. Its very important. But if you re-read my post, I say that. Remember? "People need to learn how to differentiate opinion and constructive criticism. He's not saying that sharing your opinions on the story are wrong, but just don't try to pass it off as something that would make the story better." My first post, >>41 is just clarifying what he said; That you shouldn't treat your opinion as if it were to make the story ultimately better, not "don't share your opinion and deal with it". "share your opinions, but if the story isn't what you wish it were, doesn't mean it would be any better of a story if it was" I apologize to everyone for arguing and unnecessarily stretching the page. Truly sorry.
Y'all need to calm down. You're not even critiquing the story at this point; you're critiquing the critique, and somebody's not saging, so I keep thinking the fic updated when instead it's more silly squabbling.
I want the non-OP posters to leave. Clogging up an otherwise fine thread.
I know. I'm genuinely sorry. Honest to goodness sorry. I understood how silly the thing the discussion was over a while back but I continued anyway. I shouldn't have said anything and now I feel ashamed and please OP update and wash this whole conversation away while i go hide in a trash bin ok yes bye
I'm not disappointed by the stereotypical couples setup in this so much as by the fact that it's already degenerated into the stereotypical, "effeminate, naiive Scout is menaced by sinister, overpowering Spy and comforted by manly Sniper" schlock that makes up 100% of all fics involving the pairing of these three characters in one form or another. Having Spy incessantly referring to Scout as "lapin" and "petit" and asserting that he "will have him, no matter what" just compounds the creepy unpleasantness of the whole scenario. How old is Scout, again? Because it seems grossly out of character for him to squeal and squirm and be overpowered by a scrawny Frenchman without even putting up much of a fight. Barf.
Cant wait for the next update~
>>54 This. Especially since Spy just seems to being all creepy for no reason and Scout isn't really resisting as much as he could. Not saying that all rape encounters are the kind where the victim has to be restrained by violent force, but it doesn't seem in Scout's nature to just whimper quietly and take it for no reason other than SPY SAMA IS JUST TOO STRONG~~~~ *leswoonpf* That, and "No, no, yes, yes!" instances of rape in stories tend to annoy me. I had to stop reading the shower scene halfway through because it was starting to make me sick to my stomach. Spoilered for triggering substance. It kind of hurt to type it.
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>>54 degenerated into the stereotypical, "effeminate, naiive Scout is menaced by sinister, overpowering Spy and comforted by manly Sniper" schlock yang Draws mainly effeminate, cross-dressing medics. Oh man, that's rich. Thank god I'm not a mod else I'd suspend the lot of you for being dumb fucktwats. Bitching about the un-randomness and then trying to argue it as "real crit" makes you look like spoiled little shits. Boo-fucking-hoo, it's mainly established pairings. Then get the hell out of the thread if the pairings didn't live up to your expectations. Authors tend to write for themselves, not you. Unless you're paying the author, then kindly shut the fuck up. I wouldn't be surprised if the author jumped ship due to your asinine drivel, nor would I have to blame them. Honestly, the mods are slacking as this shit should have been locked 25-30 posts ago and allowed the author a chance to repost it in another thread while keeping an eye on it so more of this retardedness didn't rear its helmet-wearing head. Reporting for lock. Hope the author is still hanging around and has the courage to repost.
>>58 Holy shit, calm down. I agree that the conversation has gone on for way too long without actual story, and I really hope the author isn't scared away and comes back, but there's no need to get nasty.
It makes me sad on the inside that I find a fanfic that I was honestly enjoying, and to come back and find this. Please, OP, ignore these posters. You're story is very well written and I, along with others, are patiently awaiting your next installment; which I am sure will be very enjoyable. Don't be scared off by these morons. Also, if you are going to post, please sage. I am tired of seeing this being bumped up and coming on to find that it is more dribble.
>>58 Derailing the thread, white-knighting, (complete with the "omg unless you're paying for it you can't complain!") AND begging the mods to lock the thread in the same post? You're really something else! I hate to break it to you, but my complaint is still valid. This story is painfully generic so far, and while I enjoy drawing titillating pictures of the Medic willingly dressing in drag, [block]hey, are you paying me to draw? har har[block] I'm still entitled to have opinions on what is realistic or unrealistic character behavior in a fanfic.
still, yang, people like what they like and honestly, this isn't at all poorly written. it may be 'generic' in your eyes, but it's certainly not unusual or insufficient. at least not to me, and not to many others as it would seem. i'm not claiming the typical "i'm right because people agree with me" or anything. just saying that this certainly isn't something to get worked up about. especially if you have interests that others could find repulsive to their tastes as well. that applies to everyone no matter who you are or what you like. i don't like when people feel the need to comment about how someone is portraying a characters' sexuality. i never get mad when a soldier is portrayed as strictly dominant throughout a whole story then get's randomly bf'd and enjoys it. and i've never heard any complaints about that either. these characters are still perfectly in character, and a response to a sexual situation (especially if you are a virgin) is highly unpredictable. anyway, tl;dr, everyone just relax and enjoy, or relax and find something else which suits your tastes. and to the author: i really hope you aren't disheartened by any of this.
I'd say this is quite a fair comment. I think Yang is getting a bit worked up over a first time posted fanfic. If its not you cup of tea, then just go find something else. We were all new once, and we have learnt to improve in one way or another. I wouldn't be surprised if the author has been scared off after all this. Please don't cut it off right there, me (and a lot of other people) are enjoying this. Please continue~
Learn to SAGE! Was hoping for an update, but no, it's just some other twit on the internet giving their two cents over something that should have stopped a long time ago, knock it off.
For the love of god, what is wrong with people and not saging this week? PLEASE type "sage" into the email box if you are not the OP (and if it has been a few days since the update).
Are we seriously still arguing about this?
I decided to read this thread because i was horny and why not? So I'm reading and I'm really excited because wow porn of my favorite pairings I'm really excited wow!! Sure it wasn't random to us, but it was random to the characters and look, the OP even took a page from people replying and switched things up a bit! So I notice there's quite a few posts left and surprise! Arguments about a resolved issue and angry oldfags complaining about how generic the writing is without telling OP what they can improve. (hint: you can express your opinion about someone's writing AND provide concrit in the same post who knew??) And suddenly it's the bottom of the thread and I've been left with no porn to enjoy because everyone's mixed signals probably scared off the OP for good. Touching story right
everyone just shut up and wait for op dammit
Everyone, please calm your tits! I'm rather new here, and I would appreciate it if people wouldn't just yell; "LEARN TO SAGE, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH. If someone could so KINDLY tell me how to "sage" properly, then maybe we could all get along a bit better. I don't really understand how it works. Do I just simply type Sage in the email field and that's it?
>>69 Yes. Type sage lowercase, no quotations, into the e-mail field. >>65 actually told you how to do this.
captcha: rogettt garrison Secret character? haha. I have been silently watching this fix for a while, it makes people sad when you don't sage, been waiting for an update for who knows how long.. Well what's done is done; can't change it now. So excited for an update! Keep up the fantastic work!
captcha: ngevan copernicus Secret character? haha. I have been silently watching this fix for a while, it makes people sad when you don't sage, been waiting for an update for who knows how long.. Well what's done is done; can't change it now. So excited for an update! Keep up the fantastic work!
I have been silently watching this fic for a while, it makes people sad when you don't sage, been waiting for an update for who knows how long.. Well what's done is done; can't change it now. So excited for an update! Keep up the fantastic work!
When is this going to be updated? I'm dying here, DYING to know! captcha says; BONIN ybearli... Bonin' ya, Bearly! (I'm totally boning with Heavy. That's what this captcha is implying. Rock on.)
Awwwwh... This thread is so long I thought there would be more more of the story itself... Anyway, PLEASE continue this soon. It's simply wonderful and the humor is fantastic, to say the least!
I kid you not... i just cried.
Are you serious. Please lurk a bit more and remember to sage.
Disappointment beyond words
i just fuckin died a little inside. is it that fuckin hard to sage? seriously.
My god.. Normally I don't mind so much the occasional forget-to-sage as it's only been a few days, but seriously dude, you just.. you led me on, and crushed my dreams! I check this thing for updates twice a day(possibly more). When I saw it near the top, I was so excited! Then.. Just... I love this story so so much, it is so fabulous I can't stand it! I am eagerly awaiting a new chapter(I hope the author hasn't forgotten about this!) And then, you come along.. I am quite disappointed anon. The first thing you learn on here is basically, 'sage or die' when commenting on an old fic. I have known this from day one. Guys.. Just.. learn to sage!!! ARGH! (also, better sage than sorry)
... If this doesn't work I will be so embarised. This is my first comment and even I know how to sage. I mean the instructions are everywhere. Just type sage into the email slot yes? Anyway awesome fic, even if it is staged. I really hope the author continues because I don't know when this was last updated...
Come back OP! We love you! We promise!
Hi! OP here! Just wanted to let you know that I am still writing this story and the new chapter will be up any time this week since a lot of you seemed worried. Thank you :)
Words cannot describe how happy I am now
Thank goodness!
Praise the sun!
I was fully prepared to let a loose a barrage of insults at the anon that dared to get my hopes up again, but I'm glad to see that it wasn't another false alarm. Glad to see that you weren't discouraged Unlucky-charm. I really am.
Huzzuh! Also, I think everybody in this thread would do well to re-read the moderator's note, particularly the part that says: "any one who only comments to reprimand someone for not saging will be banned from the text boards for a short period of time on the grounds of inciting unnecessary drama." Really looking forward to the next chapter Unlucky-Charm!
OP, we should get married and have many leetle children we will dress up in helmets and give nerf guns.
>>89 I will cater the reception with leetle sandviches. Please do so. Content; thank the powers that be! [Insert all commenters' statements worshiping the OP and being thankful for the update]
So... It's nearly Sunday... OP, you still watching over us? We need you. Tf god?
As promised Part 4 Medic sat in his office, pretending to go over his paperwork. He didn’t really have any. How could he? He wasn’t an actually doctor and it wasn’t like he was going to keep a medical journal where his only patients were nine gruff and very stupid mercenaries. Yes... how very stupid indeed. He couldn't believe they had dragged him into this mess. Ha! Sex hat, he snorted. Only a herd of fools would actually agree to such a thing. But that’s what they were after all; a herd of fools. They didn't understand. They couldn’t understand! No one could. He had managed to keep these feelings down for so long. They were wrong, improper... sinful. A good man should never think of such things. Hell, any sane human being should not have to suffer this want. But now, this Sex Hat business had brought these desires flowing straight back like a huge wave, slamming into him and awakening flames of need he had put out long ago. And the impact had been huge. Heavy would be perfect, of course. He met his preferences with terrifying accuracy, but would he be willing? Ha! Medic snorted sarcastically at the impossible thought. Years ago, he had wondered if he could get rid of these carnal desires once and for all by simply quenching his thirst for them. However, something deep inside him burned strong and that alone told him that that would not be the case if he chose that path. He was disgusted with himself and the way his body reacted unusually to certain things. The doctor pushed the ideas down every time they were invoked involuntarily. It had happened the first time he saw the man’s blood. He could not ignore the tightening of his trousers as he ran a scalpel smoothly down his broad chest, releasing the liquid scarlet from its muscular prison. A shudder ran through his body. What were he to do? He could not face the Russian now, at least without trying something he would surely regret, let alone succeed at. Yes, the Heavy could not be tied down unless he allowed himself to be. Medic was larger than most men he knew, but the Heavy was a completely different story. Question was, would he be willing to take advantage of the trust the Russian had so carelessly given to him? The doctor was not a bad man, by nature, but he definitely was a sick one. If Heavy were to lay himself in front of him, his guards down, Medic knew very well he would not be able to resist. He would hurt him and ruin everything. There was a loud knock at the door. “Doktor?†“Scheisse.†/ / Dinner had been awkward. Barely anyone had shown up, but Engineer was hungry and didn’t give a damn about anybody’s insecurities. If they felt uncomfortable sitting with each other, that was their problem. He sat at a table alone and observed his teammates from underneath his goggles. Demoman, Sniper and Pyro were the only ones in the room. Demo and the firebug were sharing some friendly laughs. They were probably the only two who hadn’t distanced themselves from each other since the draw. Engineer respected that. He had been lucky enough to be paired up with a close friend and hoped that whatever they ended up doing wouldn’t affect that relationship. Sniper sat alone, he always did, but there was something sad about seeing him all by himself in an already empty room. Engineer wolfed down his food and joined the Australian. “Penny for your thoughts?†He tried for a conversation. “You don’t even wanna know, mate.†He chuckled humourlessly and went back to playing with his plate of food. “Scout givin’ ya’ trouble?†“Nah... Spy, on the other hand...†“Yeah? What’s he doin’ that’s so bad?†“Existing.†The man grumbled, running a hand over his face. Engineer laughed and patted his back. “I wish I could trade like you did.†“You heard about that?†Had Scout blabbed already? “He was real pissed about it from what I saw. Storming in and out of rooms and all.†The Sniper finally unglued his eyes from his plate and arched a brow at the Texan. “He thought it was Scout’s doin’, I think, but then he found out this was all your plan.†“And how do you know that?†“He left the showers shouting about labourers and then was followed by a paper white Scout.†He snorted. “Kind of felt bad for the kid.†Engineer narrowed his eyes at him. He wasn’t sure if he could accuse him of eavesdropping or if the Sniper was plain observant. The information he had just been kind enough to share concerned him and the Sniper still seemed very distracted. He obviously still had something on his chest. “Listen buddy, if that spook is bothering you –“ “Mate, I don’t even know what you see in the bloke, but I don’t think I wanna know.†He paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the bastard’s got planned for me and I’m not sure if I should be planning something myself...†“Scout?†“Yeah, Scout. He’s... well I doubt he’s ever done anything like that and... I just don’t know.†Engineer waited for a moment, because he felt like Sniper needed one. There seemed to be something more behind this Scout business, but he wasn’t sure about asking any further questions. “At least you saved him for the Spy...†“My pleasure.†“Right.†He eyed him suspiciously. There was a long silence that stretched on for a while until Engineer found something new to talk about. “You think they’re all up there because...?†“Nah, no one’s done it yet.†Sniper said and finally pushed his plate of goo away from him. “Everyone’s waiting for another pair to go first, make the move.†Engie was starting to realise how long he had actually spent locked up in his workshop. The higher ups had given them a few days off and he had spent the first two working on his babies. Had no one seriously done it yet? What were they even up to all this time? “Well,†Engineer stood up and stretched. “good luck, buddy. I’m out.†“See ya’ Truckie.†/ / Engineer went back up to his work station to check if all his machines were turned off before heading on off to bed. He wasn’t tired after such a calm day, but it was getting late and with his luck, tomorrow will hold a new battle, requiring his full energy. He hadn’t expected to bump into anyone in the hallway, let alone his station, but there Soldier was, doing some intense chin ups on the metal bar Engineer had installed about a year ago. When he saw Engineer enter, he dropped down and marched up to him, standing straight and proud like the military man he was. “Word on the street is that you’re in the trade business now.†He said, suspiciously. “Solly, what street? We are nine people on this damn base.†“Are you questioning my authority, private?†He asked, getting all up in Engineer’s face. The Texan was too distracted to reply. Soldier’s broad chest rose and fell slowly. His white wife beater had become see through from the amount of sweat it was drenched in. Every peck, every abdominal muscle and his delicious hip bones were bulging and poking out through the fabric that clung so very tightly to his torso. His thick arms looked like they were sculpted out of stone and in detail, with every single vain carved into his skin. His jaw was set and his blue eyes were burning through him with intensity. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and Engineer groaned inwardly, wishing he could run his tongue over that wetness. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, private?†“Solly...†Engineer said breathlessly, running his tongue over his chapped lips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?†A bright crimson blush crept up the man’s face in a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Wh... WHAT!?†He shouted, outraged and still holding himself straight and rigid. “Oh please.†Engineer rolled his eyes. “All sweaty in my workshop, waitin’ for me in a wet tank top stickin’ to ya’ like you’re made o’ honey. You planned this, didn’t ya’?†He grinned devilishly and took a daring step forward. “I most certainly did not!†“Mmhmm...†Engineer crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t believe it for a second and he was making sure Soldier knew that. “Watch yourself private. I –“ “You only call me ‘private’ when you’re mad at me.†The Texan reduced the distance between them. Raising his arm cautiously, he ran the side of his index finger over that perfect jaw line, feeling the stubble through his gloves. “You know I would never trade you, Solly.†He was sweet-talking his way out of this situation. Engineer knew that Soldier was more mad about the fact that he bent his rules than the fear of being traded off. “Besides,†He continued, “YOU picked MY name...†He leaned in and barely brushed his lips over his ear. “You’re the boss of me, sir.†He could hear a groan being suppressed at the bottom of Soldier’s throat and now he made it his objective to milk it out. He wanted to hear him; desperate, wanting, needing... He made Soldier believe he had control over him, that power had clearly turned him on. Truth was, Engineer had Soldier in the palm of his hand. He was so close to him, his scent invaded his nostrils, a smell of sweat and manly musk. He could hear his breathing hitch and shakily start again over and over. The effect he had on him was very, very powerful and just as obvious. “Relax.†He breathed against the damp skin, as if he was talking to the muscles themselves. “Don’t.†Soldier said, as commanding as ever. Engineer paused in the action of running his mouth over that delicious neck and slowly pulled away. “Solly... No one’s done anything yet. Your men are lost in this domain, they need some kind of push. Make the first move, set the example.†He leaned in dangerously close, his mouth almost on his. “Take the lead.†He breathed and was about to close the distance when he felt strong hands clasp over his shoulders, spinning his around and slamming him up against a broken sentry. “I’ve never done this before.†He muttered huskily. “Not with a man, at least.†Engineer grinned. He felt those hands travel down, gripping him by his hips tightly. “You could start by kissin’ me if ya’ like.†Engineer shrugged. “What?! That’s how ladies should be treated not...†He ran his hesitant gaze over the shorter man’s body. “... you.†“Well, you’re sure holdin’ me like one.†He pointed out, glancing at the fingers wrapped around the bottom of his waist. “That’s –I...†Soldier took a very deep breath and set his gaze firmly on his teammate’s face. He arched a brow inquisitively at him, a look that no one often saw on the man with his helmet in the way. “Kiss you. You’re sure.†“Yeah, never done it before?†“Of course I have! I just... I don’t know if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing differently here –“ A quick peck not only silence him, but stunned him a good deal as well. The kiss, if it could even be called that, was like a tiny electric shock to his mouth. “Nothin’ different.†“Hm. Okay. For our men.†Soldier stated, but it sounded more like a nervous question. “Yeah sure, for our men.†He grinned again. “I’m all yours.†Soldier’s cool eyes lit up and began to burn with need. He seemed to have that reaction whenever Engineer gave himself to him. The possessive bastard... Soldier’s lips parted as he reached out and grasped Engineer’s large jaw in his palm. His hands were rugged, but the skin was soft. He held his face roughly between his fingers, squeezed a bit and pulled. Soldier took hold over Engineer’s lower lip between his own and sucked hard. The Texan responded immediately, kissing back. Making out with a man was a completely different experience. There was no softness, nothing gentle about it, only rough, unshaven skin, rubbing against each other. Engineer pushed in trying to take over, but Soldier pushed harder. The height difference was in his favour. “Don’t push, Engie. You’re not going to win this.†He growled against the other’s mouth. Huh, Engineer smiled, no more ‘private’. “Do ya’ really think I’m gonna let you top?†He was, but the consequences of lying to him might turn out to be fun. “I’m not giving you a choice.†He whispered slowly, followed by a low, growling complaint telling him to stop stalling. They resumed the kissing for a few seconds until Soldier bit down on his swollen lower lip and pulled on it. “Open your mouth.†He ordered when he let go. Engineer took that as a warning and was not surprised when he felt Soldier’s wet, hot tongue invading his mouth. The Texan moaned, giving in and letting Soldier lead. He reached down and cupped his hands over his teammate’s. He wanted him to let go of his waist. He was tired of standing at arm’s length of each other. He wanted to feel that chest on his, those arms around him and those pants that hung oh so very low... he wanted them off. “We ain’t in 8th grade no more, you can touch me a bit you know.†Engineer’s usual calm drawl had picked up a certain urgency. He needed him closer. The higher ups were right; he was definitely hornier than he could ever remember being. It had been building up for a while now and Engineer was ready to lose control. The more this foreplay stretched on, the more desperate he would become. Soldier complied without question. He did not say a word, for once, but that was only because his mouth was much busier with something else. He did not let go of his waist, but he did step closer and rubbed his front against Engineer’s. The bulges brushed up against each other and the two Americans moaned in unison. Soldier’s lips traveled south, kissing down the man’s chin and biting and licking at his neck. He nipped at the soft skin and flicked his tongue over his jugular. “Damn it...†Engineer breathed as he let his head fall back. “Solly... take it off.†He tugged at the tank top, secretly hoping it would just rip off and Soldier wouldn’t have to detach himself from him, not even for a second. He dug his hands underneath the shirt and pushed it upwards until all the material was bunched up over Soldier’s collarbones. The sight that lay before his eyes made something twitch with longing in his pants. God, he needed this so badly. He wanted every bit of him; the pack of 6 bulging abdominal muscles, the strong pecks that formed the most delicious looking chest Engineer had ever laid eyes on and he even wanted the light sprinkle of hair that darkened as it headed south, forming a trail that disappeared underneath the hem of his pants. “Stop drooling.†He ordered as he removed the tank top completely. “There. Now it’s your turn.†Engineer did stop drooling but did not even make a move to remove his clothes. Instead, the Texan decided on something a bit bolder and dropped to his knees, now perfectly level to that trail of hair that had drawn his attention. “Don’t move.†He ordered for once and hooked his fingers into the front belt loops of his pants to hold him in place. He dared a quick glance at his partner and smirked when he saw how his expression seemed to be torn between, anger, disapproval, fear and raw need. Without letting go of the loops, he slipped the rest of his fingers into the hem of his underwear. Now that he had a good grip on the remaining clothing, he spared Soldier one last warning smile before pulling down hard and letting the clothes pool around his feet. “That’s what happens when you don’t wear a belt.†He breathed huskily against the glistening pink head. His warm breath washed over the wetness and Engineer actually saw Soldier shiver. The smell of manhood had hit him hard and he couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction when he saw how very wet Soldier’s cock already was. Hmmm, he looked good. Hot, wet and pretty damn huge. Engineer took hold of Soldier and brought him up to his mouth. He pressed the tip against his lips, feeling the precum running out of the slit. The feel of his lips was soon replaced by his tongue, darting out of its confines and running over the underside of the head, where Engineer knew a bundle of nerve lay hidden. “Shit...†Soldier hissed, baring his teeth as if he was in pain. From that spot, Engineer swirled his tongue around the tip and then down his length, spreading the liquid and coating his entire member with it. Natural lubricant. Made the job smoother. He continued his teasing, touching him only with his index finger and the tip of his tongue. With his other hand, he difficulty held Soldier’s hips, which kept thrusting forward, aiming for Engineer’s open mouth. Soldier growled something indecipherable. “What was that sweetheart?†“Take it in.†“All of it?†He responded with a very approving guttural sound. Engineer enveloped Soldier’s dick with his mouth, gliding down to the base and back up the tip in one swift movement. He kissed the head and sucked on it hard, wet noises invading the silent room. Silent room... Engineer looked up see his partner’s crimson face locked in an expression of pure pleasure while his teeth bore into the skin of his hand, imprisoning any sound or word that threatened to escape against his will. “Aw, don’t hold back Solly. I wanna hear ya’.†Soldier looked down and seemed to consider it for a second, but Engineer could see the embarrassment in his eyes and the fierce blush of arousal brushed over his face. He shook his head. “Please?†Nothing. Time to try a different approach. “You know you taste amazing. You’re so big and so –“ Engineer dipped his head low and blew gently on his balls. “How about now?†He purred and took one into his mouth. “Fuck.†He heard him gasp. Engineer smiled against his sack and pushed further in to reach that sweet spot right underneath the genitals. Tentatively, his tapped his tongue on the area and then felt Soldier’s muscles go stiff. Perfect. He retreated slowly, taking in the sight and scent of him once more. Soldier’s physique was amazing, would make any woman go wild. And even if Engineer had more self control than any women, after all this, he would happily throw himself at Soldier again. Just to feel him... taste him. He took him into his mouth once more and crept his fingers back to that spot, pressing into the soft, sensitive skin. Engineer took him in deep, the head hitting the back of his throat while his tongue ran straight lines over his length. “Damn it Engie... oh!†Engineer pressed harder and with a loud smacking noise, let go of his dick. He was convulsing in his mouth and he wasn’t going to let him come this early. “Like I said, I’m all yours. You do what you want with me.†He looked up to him and said. Soldier was breathing heavily. The frustration of being pushed so close to the edge was etched on his face, which made Engineer feel a little bad for the guy. “Lay down.†He commanded. “Pardon?†That got him a well deserved shove, which landed him on his back. All of a sudden, he only saw red, which he soon came to recognize was the belly of his broken sentry. Soldier had trapped him with his own machine. He crept over him, completely naked, until they were face to face. “I said lay down.†He repeated, although it was a bit late for that. “Whatch’a got in mind, Solly?†Engineer grinned. He liked where this was going. He liked how husky Soldier’s voice was and how everything about him made him want to submit and let him have his way. “You talk too much.†He informed him and smashed his lips to his painfully. They moaned into each other as Soldier’s bare cock rubbed against the enormous bulge of Engineer’s pants. Soldier began to unbutton the front and pull down on the zipper. Once his fly was open, the man rubbed at the now more prominent bulge, still held in his underwear. “Take them off.†Soldier ordered and if Engineer wasn’t so insanely aroused, he would continue teasing him as much as he could. He wiggled out of the restraints and Soldier threw them aside, pausing only for a second before demanding the same fate for his shirt. Soldier lay himself atop the Texan, their cocks rubbing against each other as the two of them ground up and down in unison. The friction and the skin-on-skin feeling was incredible. They gasped and panted into each other’s mouths, their parted swollen lips brushing up against each other. “Fuck that’s amazing.†Soldier groaned into Engineer’s neck. “Here...†Engineer took hold of both their cocks, pressing them together in the palm of his hand. He pumped rapidly, their cum and scents mixing together. “Soldier... go in.†Engineer pleaded. He was almost there, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. He want to feel him inside, these twitches and convulsions echoing through his body instead of just his hand. He felt him gulp hard. “Are you sure, Engie? If you don’t –“ “Go. In.†He said through clenched teeth. His patience was running out and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it down. Soldier hesitated then slipped out of the Texan’s loosened grip. He positioned himself over him, cradling his hips between his legs. His fingers lowered and prodded at Engineer’s entrance. He slipped one in and then a second, scissoring and stretching his hole. He prepared him well, readying him for what was to come. Engineer rode those fingers with need. He couldn’t wait. The wet head rubbed against the hole, circling it and then gently pushing in. Soldier tried to go slow, but Engineer thrust up, devouring him inside. “Holy fuck Solly, go all the way in.†Engineer writhed against his teammate. Soldier pushed in deeper and deeper, angling himself differently with every thrust, trying to find that one place inside of him. As he pushed in and pulled out faster and harder, he felt Engineer’s walls tighten around him. Soldier was not ready for such a move and was not expecting it to feel so amazing. The tightness, the warmth, it was too much. “Don’t... don’t do that.†He groaned breathlessly. “What?†Engineer teased despite the haziness of pleasure that was clouding his mind and clenched the muscles again. “...shit.†Soldier grabbed Engineer’s legs from the back of his knees and pushed them up to his chest. He drove into him, watching in amazement as Engineer took him entirely in. Their bodies rocked together, the sound of their moans and slick skin slapping invading the room. “Ah!†Engineer cried, his voice going a pitch higher. “There it is.†Soldier muttered with a small laugh against Engineer’s lips, parted in surprise. He hit that spot over and over again, bringing Engineer to his edge and then stopping just in time. It was torture, for the both of them, but just watching his partner’s face contort in such pleasure and hearing him make noises he could never have imagined coming from him made it all worth it. “Solly...†Engineer sat up on his elbows, bringing his face closer to Soldier’s. “Come inside.†He whispered, his breath shuddering against Soldier’s ear. It didn’t take much longer from Soldier to finally push the both of them over the edge. The release was strong and violent, as Soldier exploded into Engineer who trembled underneath. The liquid filled him and then leaked out slowly as Soldier pulled out. They lay next to each other under the sentry with their hands behind their heads, staring at the underside of the machine with such awe and calmness, they looked like they were stargazing. / “Hand me my pants.†Soldier said, once his breath had almost gone back to normal. Almost. “Leavin’ so soon?†Engineer grinned. “Do you want the cigar or not?†They smoked together and it was the best smoke they ever had, for so many different reasons. “This a big enough push for those maggots?†Soldier asked. His voice had gone back to its usual gruffness and authority. “I should think so. We could give them another one if it ain’t enough.†The two turned to each other and Engineer winked. “Pervert.†Soldier grinned and gave his leg a shove with his own. “Yeah, yeah. If I weren’t, you’d still be doing chin ups on that bar of yours.†He shoved back. Soldier chuckled and turned on his side. Engineer couldn’t stop his eyes from taking him in, every inch of him. God, he’d go for another round, no doubt about it. “Hey. How are they going to know we... did this.†Engineer grinned and braced himself. “Scout walked in on us at one point.†He said and tried to suppress a laugh when he saw how wide Soldier’s eyes went. “Poor kid saw what we were doing, almost fainted.†“Wha... WHAT!?†The Texan chuckled at his partner’s reaction and leaned in to place a gentle peck on his parted lips. “Relax. He’s probably blabbed to everyone by now.†He had.
so it seems like medic wants to go all stabby... is this going to be light blood play or full on gore?
>>93 Very light. I am not talented enough to pull off sexy gore. XD
AT LAST That was probably some of the best helmet party I've ever seen, damn.
Oh. My. God. That Engie... That ENGIE! God, how sexy this was, absolutely amazing! Thank you for this, it really made my morning. Monday doesn't seem that bad at all anymore.
I'm not a helmet party fan at all, but that was so well done that it didn't matter. So hot under the collar right now. Ahem.
>>94 To me there is no such thing as sexy gore can't wait to read more
Wow, I am really enjoying this story. While I love me some gore, sadist!Medic is always best Medic, and I do love how you're writing him, so write away! Like a previous poster, I'm not usually much a fan of helmet party, but that was.... really, really hot. I am stunned.
...Damn. Please keep writing this. It's just... Aaahhh. <3 GJ, man!
Welp There go my panties
That was extremely arousing. .....I will be in my bunk. Captcha was "boriud and" Shut up, Captcha, this was far from boring. Jeez, you're never satisfied, are you?
Ok which of you cruel bastards didn't sage? I thought it updated. I am crey
Thank you for this lovely, sexy writing... Might have to skip the Medic's one though. Hope to see more others!
>>103 I am crey with you
I like how you wrote helmet party and the idea of sex hat is creative. Your writting manner is in a good quality and that makes easier for me to read and this fic is hot. But I also feel a bit sad that it would be a perfect fic if some characters were not in their fanfic cliche. Scout and spy looks out of character that scout seemed acting as weak kid and spy as enemy even though he is their team mates. Even the team calling scout a kid strengthens it. I'm just giving you an advise hoping your more developement so that you can get more praise in future. And I was quite worried about this thread when a pedophile gave a shit to PERVERT thread and made cyan mad, that pedophile might do so to here, too.
>>106 Please type sage in the Email field before you post. It keeps the thread from bumping and from confusing readers to believe there has been an update in the story.
>>92 Something seems a bit off about Engineer's characterization. I don't know exactly what it is.... Maybe he leans too much on the "seducer" role? "You're so sexy, take me now," etc. I was also a bit confused... “I’ve never done this before.†He muttered huskily. “Not with a man, at least.†and then later: “There it is.†Soldier muttered with a small laugh against Engineer’s lips... He prepares Engineer too, which people don't always know to do when they're inexperienced. Especially with Engineer saying "Go in" like that. So unless Soldier has experimented with himself before, it all reads as a bit inconsistent. We all want hot helmet parties, but the characterization and the way they both seem so experienced right off the bat makes this whole scene a bit too typical and unrealistic to me.
because there isn't enough posts telling how to sage
>>108 I interpreted the bit before, with them being blushing virgins, if you'll pardon the term, as just sort of role play for them. I find it hard to believe these two don't already have something going on, on the side. I could be wrong, though.
108 See, since the "not with a man" line was said, perhaps Soldier had just known a few ladies in the past who liked anal? My only picks are the lack of any real lubrication being used. I know Soldier's cock is covered in spit, and that would be enough for a vagina, but not really for anal. Believe me. You need that shit *SLICK*. The description of Soldier's cock as being wet, assumedly from precum, also took me aback. It sounded, again, more of a vaginal description. In my experience, there's only a little precum. It's not a fully-lubricating thing, just enough to slick up the urethra and prep it for passing semen. I suppose maybe you were going for it being wet from sweat, as Soldier was sweaty as hell, but maybe a bit more detail there would help. Loving the story so far! I love shady Engie. Not looking forward to BloodplayMedic, as Heavy/Medic is my favourite and blood squicks me, but I look forward to seeing how you write it!
I noticed that Soldier seemed to be a little too good at or used to anal with another man for the first time, but I think it's entirely possible he was lying about having never done this before. If so, though, that's something that would have to be mentioned in later chapters, because just leaving the reader to wonder why the fuck he knows where Engineer's prostate is and just how to open him up is a lil' dubious. Seriously though, I'm loving this a lot! I'm really looking forward to everything coming up--especially Engineer/Spy, Sniper/Spy, and Scout/Sniper. (Yikes, how obvious is it that I play favourites?)
This was so. Worth. The wait. Really liked how you wrote the helmets, both individually and the dynamic between 'em.
i so can not wait for the next chapter... Who will it include? Will some answers be solved? When will it be finished? Why am i a horse?
>>114 I know everyone always says this, but please remember to sage. You do that by putting the word "sage" in the email field, and it stops your response from bumping the thread up to the top. Usually, the only person we really want to see bumping a thread is the writer, because it means there's a new instalment. When someone else bumps the thread, it leaves us a bit disappointed. Commenting is great, but saging's really good commenting manners. (captcha - scocks the. No captcha, no cocks. Not this time)
I crey evrytime
I'm looking forward to reading the next chapter. You write amazingly and I love the plot! :D I didn't expect a shy Sniper :3
i thought this updated. there goes my joy.
Guys, sage your comments so we don't all get our hopes up about an update.
Holy shit can we please stop complaining about people not saging jesus christ
117 You need to type "sage" into the email field when you post. Also, don't use emotes like :D or :3, It makes you look underage.
Are you going to continue this? Just wondering... I really can't wait for another chapter, haha. (Note; not 99999 percent sure how I sage, my sincere apologies, but I did just type "sage" into the email, so hopefully it'll work)
Hey guys, it's me. Just thought I'd let you know that the new chapter will be posted by the end of this week. Also, thank you for the feedback. It's very helpful.
you're a beautiful person OP kiss me
Can't wait!
>>125 Fffffff- PLEASE type sage into the email field when you reply. PLEASE.
>>125 Apology's, I was mistaken for someone not Sage'ing. This did in fact update.
It's Monday... You there, OP? Don't wanna rush you or anything tho'. Just can't wait for next chapter, haha
>>126 Fun Fact: You can check to see whether or not a person has saged by examining their user name [or lack thereof, in the case of anons.] If they have saged, then their name will be a hyperlink that takes you to email some asshole named Sage. If they have not saged, then the hyperlink will take you somewhere else, or it won't be a link at all. >114 and >123 are examples of people not saging in different ways. >125 is an example of people saging.
You there OP? :|
I approve of this story. Apart from a few typos i've spotted, the grammar is spot on. There are a few cases of over-used adjectives (husky/huskily) but other than that, this story is very well written. I'm eagerly awaiting anything to do with the pyro at this point. (^that's how you concrit) [sage'd]
OP... Please tell me you're at least alive. We miss ya'...
This is just fantastic so far. Hope you're there, OP. Can't wait to read more.
Dearest OP, I love you, please come back. Your Dearest, Anon
I'm going to fucking cry. Dammit OP... Come back.
op you make my penis rough, but i need it soaking wet. i miss you ;_;
Don't kill me. Don't kill me. Don't kill me. I'm sorry. Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry. Here. Have a chapter. It was too long so it's only part one of two for now. Part 5 He only had one chicken wing left when the knock at the door came, interrupting his first bite. Startled, he stared at the door, waiting and especially hoping that he imagined the noise. It came again, this time more pronounced. Scout sighed and stared longingly at his dinner before setting it back down in his plate and sliding his entire dish underneath his bed. Just like the rest of his teammates, he hadn't left his room in days, except when he got hungry or claustrophobic. It was only during 6 o’clock, when he heard the few footsteps going downstairs and then, half an hour later, coming back up, that he would even dare venture out into the hallway, down to the cafeteria and back. He felt stupid, stealing food from his own base, but he’d rather be stupid than have to face everyone. It felt like ages since he had any contact with them, but hell, how awkward that would be! Standing three feet away from his door, he squinted at it, as if trying to see the visitor through the wood. He was regretting having refused Engie’s offer to install a peep hole six months ago. Normally, it would be logical to expect Sniper on the other side of the door, but the Australian had told him to make the move whenever he was ready, so the person on the other side had to be anyone BUT Sniper, which left Scout with seven other possibilities. He could deal with anyone, as long as they weren't French. “Who is it?†He called, pressing himself up against the door. “It’s me, lad. Open yer door, would ya’?†A rough Scottish voice whispered. Face still squished against the wood, Scout frowned inquisitively. Demoman was the last person he’d expect to be seeing out in the hallway, but surely enough, there he was, in his white tank top and jeans. “Demo? What’s goin’ on?†He asked suspiciously. He held onto the door tightly, ready to slam it into his face the second he saw any hints of ‘French’ hiding behind all that Scottish. “Short n’ stout told me ye had the wee firebug now.†It took a while for Scout, like every other time Demo spoke to him, to understand what he had just said. ‘Short n’ stout’ was Engie, ‘wee’ was ‘small’ and firebug wasn't all that hard to guess. “Yeah, I do. What’s it to ya’?†“Well, have ye seen ‘im aboot?†“Not really. In case you haven’t noticed, everyone’s stickin’ to their rooms.†“Right...†In an instant, Demoman seemed to shrink. Hanging his head, he took off his grey hat and held it against his chest with both hands. “Demo?†“Aye.†“Anythin’ else?†The Scotsman raised his gaze and stared up at Scout with big brown, doe eyes. “Come with me, lad?†“With you –to Pyro’s room?! No way man! If you’re horny, that’s your damn problem. Nothin’ ta’ do with me.†Scout whispered back, beginning to shut the door. Even though they were keeping their voices low, in the eerily quiet hallway, he felt like everyone could hear them. “Don’t ya’ wanna see what the lad OR lass looks like? Don’t tell me yer not curious.†“Look man, I’m not –“ “C’mon now! We’ll knock on the door, ask ‘im what his plans are and then we’ll leave.†He suggested. Scout would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted by the offer. He had imagined Pyro in many different shapes and sizes since the day they met and now, he finally got to shed light on the mystery. That is, if he agreed to take the mask off. Another advantage of seeing him now would be that if there were any unpleasant surprises, he would aware of them before the time came. Better to know in advance than flinch later on. “Fine.†Scout agreed and followed the Demoman down the hallway to the very last door; Pyro’s room. Two men stopped in front of it, waiting for the other to knock, but they didn’t have to. In their prolonged moment of indecision, a loud creak announced the opening of the door, followed by a loud gasp and two more even louder ones. Deep brown and electric blue stared in astonishment into emerald green orbs, rounded and blinking in surprise. A young man stood before them. About Scout’s height, lean, but with wider shoulders, Pyro’s form was nothing special, especially when it was paired up with such a face. Pyro was absolutely stunning. No question of taste needed. He had the type of face that no one could find unattractive. Each feature, from his jet black curls, to his brilliantly colored eyes, his cute nose and his high cheekbones was like a slap to the face for the two other mercenaries. “M –mumbles?†Scout stuttered out. He would have never believed that this young man was Pyro –despite the fact that they were standing in front of his room –if it weren’t for the lighter in his hands. Scout recognized the dragon patterned device, he just wasn’t used to seeing it being handled by human fingers made out of actual flesh instead of hard leather. “Well aren’t ye a pretty little thing.†Demoman spoke up, flicking a curl out of the shorter man’s face. Scout saw him tense up under Demo’s touch. ‘The guy must be in shock, opening his door and seeing us just standing there’ Scout thought. The boy looked nervous. He stood completely still and was still gaping at them with wide eyes as if they were a pair of ghosts. “Um, Pyro, dude. Can we come in?†Scout asked, real nice, as delicately as possible, which was hard seeing as it was against his nature. “Uh...†Pyro let out a small pensive breath and blinked. “I...†“We’re ye steppin’ out lad? Are we keepin’ ye from anythin’?†Demoman asked. “To look for you guys.†He said, his voice barely audible, spoken under his breath. “Oh.†Scout nodded. “Okay, do ya’ need anything?†At that, Pyro looked away, a fierce blush spreading over his cheeks. He eyes lowered for a moment and then stared right back at them as a tiny smile crept up his lips, revealing a hint of perfectly crooked teeth, framed by a pair of chapped lips. “Mumbles?†Scout called his name, his words laced with nervous laughter. The look Pyro was giving them was affecting him in ways he did not understand. Bashful and yet playful, Pyro’s eyes were trying to tell Scout something, but the Bostonian was having some trouble decoding the message. “Somethin’ ye need, laddie?†Demo asked, craning his head to the side. He too seemed to be trying to read Pyro’s mesmerizing eyes. Both men were stuck in a trance. In shock and somehow still very curious. They were hypnotized by their teammate. “Well I thought m –maybe... with the draw and all... maybe...†Pyro cleared his throat and dropped his gaze down to his shoes. “Get it done with?†His voice was thick and yet so small and innocent sounding, it even made Demoman blush. The two men standing awkwardly at the threshold felt a cold sweat take over their bodies. The Pyro now seemed to them as too good to be true. He was the purest thing on the base, offering himself to them in the most adorably sheepish way possible. Scout felt something deep inside him tighten. All he wanted now, after seeing this new, beautiful face in front of him, flustered and willing, was to push his teammate inside, onto his bed, rip off his clothes as roughly as possible while whispering the sweetest things in his ear, reassuring him that he was safe in his hands. Inexperienced as those same hands were, that did not mean they weren’t capable and God, did they want to touch Pyro, do things to him that Scout wasn’t even sure he would want done to himself. He imagined the young man underneath him, squirming, whimpering out his name. “Fuck.†Scout hissed, a bit too loudly. “Alright, fine. Now. Let’s do it.†Pyro’s eyes widened again as he brought his finger up to his lips and bit down on his index nervously. “Here?†He asked. Scout gulped. “Fuck, okay. Yeah. Yes.†He practically groaned and walked past Pyro and into the room. Once Scout was inside, the firebug turned to the Demoman and almost giggled in glee at the sight of his disappointment. “You’re welcome to join us.†Pyro said, ever so sweetly, finger still between his teeth. And how could Demo, hell, how could any sane human being, say no to such an invitation. / / If Pyro was some kind of sex fiend, he had done a great job at hiding it all this time. The reason for his stepping out was now clear to the Scout; kid was horny. ‘I would be too if I had lived in a rubber suit all my life’ Scout thought. “Well, this should be interesting.†Demoman announced as he stepped into the room. “Two virgins and a Demo.†He grinned, looking at Scout and then Pyro. “Hey, back off Cyclops, what d’ya think you’re doin’?†“What the bloody hell does it look like.†He said, removing his tank top and throwing it aside along with his hat. “Whoa, whoa hey. You okay with this?†Scout said panicked, frantically pointing from Pyro to Demoman. “I’ve never done anything like this before.†Pyro blushed again and smiled at the ground. “He’s more experienced. I hope you don’t mind Scout.†Okay, now Scout was sure the guy was doing it on purpose, the way he innocently purred out his name, batted his eyelashes in his direction and pouted. The Bostonian was starting to realise that watching Pyro and running were very much alike. Before the young man, he found himself breathless, sweating and especially weak in the knees. “Ah... I, um... N-no.†He said, feeling like he had no other choice. His first time having sex and there was more than just one other person in the room, none of them being female. He had NOT imagined it this way at all. He was regretting his answer, but all it took was a gratified grin from Pyro to wash all those doubts far away as he sat himself down on the bed in defeat. “Okay then... h –how do you guys wanna do this?†Pyro asked and went to stand next to Demoman. “Here’s an idea.†The Scot smirked, pulling out a chair from the corner of the room and sitting himself backwards on it, his legs spread open. “Strip.†He said. “What? No, I ain’t strippin’ for ya’, freak show.†Scout shot back to his feet and set his hands in front of his defensively. “Not a fan of foreplay, lad.†The Scot shrugged. “You two need practice, though. How about givin’ Demo a show, eh?†Pyro raised his eyes to Scout and Scout returned the look. They were having a telepathic argument on who was going to make the first move, in vain of course seeing as Scout would do anything Pyro wanted him to at this point. Neither of them broke eye contact. Pyro held his own, but Scout was just letting himself drown in the emerald green. “Come here.†Scout let out breathlessly, coaxing his teammate over with his index finger. His eyes had not even wavered and remained glued on the Pyro’s every step the firebug took towards the American. They both remained silent, standing less than ten inches away from each other. They could hear each other’s heavy breathing, strong heartbeats and their throats swallowing. Scout was relieved to see Pyro nervous as well. “Touch me.†The firebug whispered so that only Scout could hear. Scout’s mouth went dry and his lips parted in astonishment. He felt like an enemy Scout had just stunned him. He heard Pyro’s request loud and clear, but could not seem to move a muscle. He felt a hand reach out and hold his, bringing it up to Pyro’s waist. “Please.†He went on. Demoman couldn’t hear a thing. “Fuck.†Scout hissed, shook himself out of his trance and grabbed onto his teammate’s shirt. He pulled him close, closing the distance between them. Pressing his forehead against his, he tugged off the shirt over his head, messing up the jet black curls. Slowly and gently, Scout guided the Pyro to the bed where he laid him down and just stared. A toned, hairless torso with an intricate array of scars drawn all over his otherwise flawless skin. “Sorry, my scars –“ “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.†He chuckled nervously and fell atop of him. Scout cradled Pyro’s body in between his knees. He took off his shirt as well and flung it in a corner. The two young men looked each other over and blushed, unsure of how to continue. “Now kiss.†Demoman stepped in, eyeing them both with undivided attention. Scout looked at Pyro who stared right back with an encouraging smile. The Bostonian leaned in slowly, bringing their naked torsos together, their chins and unavoidably, their lips. Scout kissed Pyro like he had been doing so all his life. He did bother going at a regular pace and just dived into the raven haired boy, smashing their lips together and kissing him loudly. Scout’s two hands came up and held Pyro’s face, pulling him upwards. He wanted to devour him, just wipe that innocent look off his face. His mouth latched onto Pyro’s bottom lip and Scout rolled his tongue fluidly over the flesh. He sucked on it hard and then held it between his teeth, biting and tugging gently. “Mmmm.†Pyro whimpered when Scout finally let go of his lower lip. “Where’d you learn to do that?†Scout choked out a breathless laugh. “Movies.†He said and craned his neck to access Pyro’s jaw. He ran his tongue along the entire length of the bone and until he reached his ear. Then, made his way down his neck, sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin, reddening it and leaving all the traces he could. “Can’t believe it actually worked.†He added against the soft skin above the collarbone. As he was working on the collarbones, Scout let his hands wander about Pyro’s sides, going over his pecks, counting every single rib and then back up, until he heard a sharp gasp escape the raven’s lips. Scout sat up immediately, unsure if he just did something different or if he actually hurt his teammate. “Nipples, lad.†Demoman, once again, was quick to intervene. “Very sensitive.†Scout looked down at the two pink nubs, sticking out and in need of attention. Tentatively, he ran his hand over them, the rough gauze of his hands grazing the tips and causing Pyro to shiver beneath him. Scout leant over and took one of the nipples into his mouth while his fingers fiddled with the other, twisting and squeezing. With his tongue, he circled the nub, flicked it and then sucked. “Ah!†Pyro cried, arching his back and pressing his lower region’s to Scout’s. The Bostonian felt himself hardening underneath his jeans as Pyro’s front rubbed against his own with every jerk of his hips. “Jesus Christ.†Scout hissed as he loosened the front of his pants. With the top button and fly open, he leaned back down to resume his work but was stopped by yet another one of Demoman’s interruptions. “Bloody hell, jus’ take ‘em off. Let’s get to it.†He urged on and gave Scout the sudden feeling that the Scot was enjoying himself way more than he should be. The young man complied anyway. He lay back next to Pyro and shimmied out of his restraints, while watching his partner do the same. The second his pants were discarded, Scout was back on top of him, in search of his heat, his noises and just the overall feel of having such a creature underneath him. “I meant the boxers too.†Demoman said from his corner, but neither of the other two men paid him any attention. Scout planted his hands on each side of Pyro’s head and decided to perform an experiment. Lowering himself down, he slid his cotton clad length over his teammate’s and realised that the Scot had been right. The feeling was great, but skin on skin would be absolutely delicious. Without a second thought, Scout hooked all of his fingers over Pyro’s waistband and with one thorough tug, pulled them off, revealing his wet, dripping cock. Scout groaned at the sight. Not able to resist, he bent down and took the head into his mouth. The bittersweet taste of precum spread across his lips and tongue as he licked the tip and ran over the slit with his thumb. “Mmmm, please.†Pyro whined, craning his head forward to get a better look at what Scout was doing. Scout’s widened blue eyes stared at the glistening member inches from his face. He wanted nothing more but to take him into his mouth, taste him as much as possible, but he wasn’t sure how. For that, he called upon all the porn he’d watch in his younger years; all the blow job videos with all the whores with no gag reflex left. He took him in entirely, running his tongue over the sensitive skin and gagging when Pyro bucked against his mouth in earnest. He held his hips down and sucked. He bobbed his head up and down, trying out different patterns, grabbing his balls and even taking them into his mouth as well. “Ah! Mmm, yes!†Scout loved the feeling of his slicked skin sliding over his lips, he loved every single twitch of his dick against his palate and he especially loved the wet sounds that came with every movement. Every now and then he replaced his mouth by his hand, just to be able to swirl his tongue around his head, plunging the tip of his tongue in and out of the slit. It made him go wild and Scout loved to see him like that; disheveled, begging and, the biggest turn on, crying out his name. “Fuck! Scout, please...†He moaned and squirmed against the sheets. “Please what...†He breathed against his dick, lips barely brushing over the skin. He took Pyro back into his mouth, humming as he sucked. “Faster...†He mewled. “Make me.. ah! Make me come...†Scout sped up. Speed was his specialty and making Pyro come would be best seeing as his own cock was about to explode out of his boxers if it didn’t get any attention any time soon. “Scout, stop, I’m gonna...Shit!†That was his warning to pull away, but he refused. He felt Pyro pulsing in his mouth and all the muscles convulse as he came hard in his mouth. The warm salty liquid leaked down his throat and Scout swallowed every drop. He kept him in his mouth until he had completely emptied himself in him and had stopped twitching in the aftershock of his orgasm. When Pyro finally relaxed and went limp, Scout launched himself on him, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his eyes and his heaving chest. “Fuck... You... taste.. so... fucking... good.†He said in between kisses, groaning and writhing against the Pyro’s leg. Pyro laughed breathlessly and kissed back with the small amount of energy left in him. “Your turn?†He asked, stretching out his hand to run a finger over the underside of his erection. Scout groaned and opened his mouth to reply. That’s as far as he got. “MY turn, I’m afraid.†The thick Scottish accent said from behind him before its owner pushed him aside.
Oh fuck yes. Eager as always for more (though please don't feel like you have to rush yourself!)
SWEET BABY JESUS YES MY PRIVATE PARTS
Oh god yes! I love the idea of Pyro being a gorgeous piece of man meat under there! Can't wait for more!
That was TOTALLY worth the wait and I'm just GAH! WHY DIDYA STOP THERE. I have to fix myself. But excellent as usual.
Hope Scout and Pyro hook up in the end. My favorite pairing. Eagerly awaiting the next part.
FINALLY Oh my god, OP. You sir, just made my morning. God bless you, man. Please do go on.
Uhm... my body feels weird... ;o Anyway, childish emotes aside, I want to say first I'm not complaining at all about anything. But Scout definitely seemed out of character with pyro. Even if pyro is a sex god in human form, I doubt he would just... ya know.
It has become clear to me that not one of these men are actually virgins in any sense of the word no matter what they claim Nevertheless this is hot so I'm just going to go with 'they're all lying for some reason' and roll with the sudden experience gain as soon as they get started
Great, as always, except for one thing - you mentioned that Demo had "big, brown doe eyes". Has he stolen the other one back from Merasmus or something?
>>147 God, that's embarrassing. Thank you for that.
Glorious; worth the wait, and I can't wait for the next installment.
Finally Demo is done justice!
nobody complain about the lack of sage this time, please i swear to god >>150 Please type sage in the Email field before you post.
Thank you so much for the attractive male Pyro!
I'm interested to see what you do with the rest of the encounters, but here are just a few general points I personally think could have improved this particular update: In the update before this one, you have the Engineer mention that the Scout walked in on him and Soldier, and is going to tell the rest of the team about it. It might seem superfluous, but I think it would have strengthened the narrative and made it flow better if you had shown the scene where the Scout tells everyone and also their reactions, before they all go shut themselves in their rooms. You can hop from one scene to another depending on the effect you're going for, for sure, but in-between ones help link the whole story together and make for a smoother read. The whole thing seemed like it was out of sequence to me. Like another poster said, Scout seemed out of character - he was too confident. Regardless of how hot the Pyro was, he should have still been spooked by the whole business. I think it would have worked better if this scene came sometime after whatever he does with the Sniper, because then he'd have had a chance to get over his nerves, and the foreshadowing looked like it was leading up to that anyway. Try to keep both logical character development and what you've written in previous updates in mind. This is primarily a smut fic, sure, but a little more care with the narrative progression will help it a lot. Other than that, you tell us a lot about the Pyro's appearance but not other factors like his accent, or where it seems he might be from, which considering the semi-international make-up of the team is something that I would personally be interested in. And now something nitpick-y. In this particular line you describe Pyro as "the raven" - As he was working on the collarbones, Scout let his hands wander about Pyro’s sides, going over his pecks, counting every single rib and then back up, until he heard a sharp gasp escape the raven’s lips. - which reads a bit funny, it's not a great way to describe a dark-haired character. The immediate association is that there's an actual bird in the middle of the scene, and then the secondary one is with the colour of the character's hair. Consider using a more straight-forward alternative next time.
>>153 Thank you so much for the criticism, it is very much appreciated. As for the scene where Scout tells people, it's coming up. I just thought since everybody was keeping to themselves, he wouldn't have the chance to actually announce it out loud. Also, I had a huge debate with myself about who Scout should sleep with first. I chose Pyro because I wanted it to lead up to this odd threesome, while as with Sniper, I would much rather it be the two of them alone. But I can see how he came off as way too confident. Lastly. Please, be as nitpick-y as you want. It's very appreciated.
May I humbly request some Merasmus X You?
Oh fff, wrong thread. Sorry.
OP, I really hope you continue this fic.
A/N: Here's chapter 6, kind of like a part 2 of the previous chapter. I thought I'd let you guys know that I have a Tumblr. My name is itsokayimanartist and I think I'll try taking requests and see how that goes. Part 6 Scout had always dreamed of threesomes, orgies even. He imagined himself alone with two girls or maybe even several, giving him a show, touching themselves, touching each other... This, on the other hand, was on a new level of unexpected. Scout found himself sitting on Pyro’s bed with his back against the headboard and his legs spread wide open. His erection stood straight, beads of precum gathering at the tip. Of course, he couldn’t really see it, seeing as a head of jet black hair had it covered with its mouth. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh my fucking God.†He repeated breathlessly to himself over and over again, with his head thrown back and eyes wide. That’s it, he thought, there’s no way this kid was as inexperienced and innocent as he was making it out to be. First piece of evidence was when Demoman actually found a tube of KY jelly in one of his drawers. Second piece, he was not objecting, squirming or hesitating. And the final piece of evidence was simply the mighty fine blowjob he was receiving at the very moment. Scout held onto the mass of black curls as it bobbed up and down. Scout’s cock twitched in the warmth of his mouth, the wetness and delicious friction of his lips against it was almost becoming too much to handle. “Fuuuuck.†Scout breathed and moaned in protest as Pyro slowed down. “No, no, don’t you dare fucking stop!†His voice broke. He looked down, only to see the Pyro smiling mischievously with his eyes, going so excruciatingly slow that Scout felt the urge to just flip him over and fuck his mouth. Bastard was doing it on purpose. “Come on, man...†He groaned and bucked his hips, only to be held down a second later. “Hm?†He hummed along his length. “Faster...†“Hm?†He repeated, eyes even more devious and dark at the sight of such a desperate, writhing Scout. “Fuck, Pyro faster. Please!†He begged, pressing his head back into the headboard. Satisfied, Pyro released his cock with a loud pop and ran his tongue from the base up to the very tip, plunging into the slit. A string of liquids connected Pyro’s lips to Scout’s head as he pulled away before returning to his job, faster and stronger. Scout felt like he was going to explode. He didn’t want to. He wanted this to last as long as possible, this feeling he hadn’t felt in years, the tingling sensation, the build up and the release. He wanted to savour it, take the time to feel every single spark the Pyro sent through him. He relaxed his body as much as he could and closed his eyes. Pyro sucked and licked and hummed. The humming got louder and louder, sending stronger vibrations through his length. The humming continued and turned into outright moaning. Scout opened his eyes just in time to see Pyro’s roll back and flutter shut. “Ah!†His warm breath brushed over the wet, now exposed head. Scout’s cock gave a thorough twitch at the sight as Demo’s lube covered hands burying themselves into the thighs of the bent over Pyro while he pushed himself smoothly into the young man. “Bloody hell...†He growled. Scout watched the scene in awe. Pyro’s perfect teeth bit down into his plump lower lip covered in Scout’s own fluids, his expression read absolute submission. He heard the slicked sound of Demo entering Pyro slowly. The Scotsman moaned through every inch; Scout practically saw the shivers run over is skin. It had been a long time for the Scot too, maybe even worse for him since he actually knew what it felt like and could long for it. Pyro trembled and whimpered, leaning his head against Scout’s thigh. Lost, the Bostonian began stroking his hair gently, despite wanting him back on his cock as soon as possible. “You alright?†He whispered. Pyro chuckled breathlessly and stared up at the young man with the sexiest look a human being could ever make. Scout almost came. “Yeah... mmm... too big.†He whined and flinched when Demo was fully inside. “Feels good.†“’Course it does, lad.†The Scot groaned and leaned into the younger man, moving very gently as to avoid hurting his partner. He rocked his body slowly, trying out different angles “M- move.†Pyro cried and Demoman did, rather enthusiastically too. His pace was not gradual; he started off rough, pounding into him. If Demoman had been lonely for as long as he claimed, he had not gone rusty at all. The Scot thrust in and out of Pyro hard, the boy crying out with each movement. The Demo’s face was tense, Scout noticed, frowning in concentration as he still seemed to be searching for that one spot. He kept twisting his hips and hitting hard over and over again until he finally got the signal he was waiting for. With a loud grunt, Demo ground into Pyro so deep, the young man went wild. “Ah! Fuck.†He gasped, arching his back even more, to take in as much of Demo as he possibly could. A satisfied smirk spread across the Scot’s lips. He had found that one nerve and after that, aimed for it with every single thrust. The sound of slapping skin, the wet noise of the Demo’s cock entering the young Pyro, fucking him hard and fast, Scout heard it all and wanted nothing more for that wet, whining mouth to be filled with his dick again. He watched his teammate shake back and forth and pant unevenly with every buck of the Demoman’s hips. His cheeks a fiery red, his lips parted wide open and his sweat drenched hair were all very arousing, but it was only when he looked up, with his green eyes clouded darkly with lust and want, that Scout felt himself go over the edge. “Shit, Pyro...†He hissed, almost cursing himself for having even looked for that long. He needed release. Scout scooted forward, bringing his still rock hard member closer to Pyro’s face. “Pyro...†He whispered, grabbing on hesitantly and yet very tightly onto his wild curls. His eyelids fell at the sight of the Scout’s arousal, hooding over his darkened eyes. He stared at his cock like he wanted to devour it, licking his lips and then biting down on them. Scout’s length twitched at the anticipation; Pyro looked like he was going to pounce at any second. “You want to?†Scout asked, even though he knew with every fiber in his body that Pyro did, that Pyro could and that Pyro would, because Pyro was not what everyone thought he was. Pyro was amazing. He was amazing with his hands, his tongue and his eyes. God yes, Scout thought, it was like a sexy invitation to him every time they made eye contact. “Scout...†He purred, his voice bumpy from the pounding he was getting. “Let me...†“Fucking hell, go right ahea –Ah!†Pyro gave his head a hard suck, flattening his tongue over it and spreading the precum all over his shaft. The strokes his mouth made were bumpy and uneven, but effective nonetheless. With every thrust on the Demoman’s part, Scout’s dick slid over the roof of his mouth or grazed the back of his throat. Dazed and overwhelmed, Scout thought of a fourth piece of evidence: the lack of a gag reflex. After all, he was in pretty deep. They both were, from both sides. Scout came first, clutching at the sheets, his body jerking and writhing violently. His back arched against Pyro’s mouth and his limbs trembled. He hadn’t been expecting it to hit him so hard, to feel so amazing that it made him dizzy. And when he heard the loud gulping noises, he couldn’t help but grunt and fall back onto the bed because on top of being exceptionally skilled with his mouth, the kid swallowed too. As his orgasm slowly died out, he managed to loosen his death grip on the sheets and uncurl his toes. His entire body relaxed and the spasms ceased. Scout felt like he weighed nothing and could fall asleep right there and then if people weren’t having sex at his feet. He had no other choice but to watch. He wondered if it hurt. Demo was holding Pyro so tightly, Scout could imagine the purple dots on his hips the next morning, one for each finger digging into his skin. He was ramming into him so hard too and Demo was huge! Did it actually feel as good as what he read off of Pyro’s face? When Scout looked at his teammates going at it, he couldn’t help but feel slightly apprehensive. The view was beyond hot, but when Scout imagined himself bent over and being pounded by Sniper –how big was he anyway?- it wasn’t as hot anymore. “Hell... “ Demoman breathed and threw his head back as he climaxed into Pyro. Scout felt Pyro’s chest rubbing against his leg as he came as well, whimpering and gasping for air. Absolute ecstasy was sketched into his face and he knew that it must have felt great. Maybe the tad bit of humiliation would be worth it in the end, but could Sniper do what Demo just did? More importantly, assuming that Pyro is not a virgin, did that mean it would hurt much more for Scout? These questions remained unanswered, even in Scout’s head since more distracting matter were twitching and nuzzling against him. He remained seated in the mass of tangled sheets, unwilling to move or speak or even look anywhere other than at Pyro. He mindlessly stroked the head of black hair laying in his lap as its owner twitched and shook in the aftershock of his powerful orgasm. Demoman was across the room, pulling his pants back on. His job was done and that’s all he had came for. Scout could see him from the corner of his eyes; stoic, relaxed, like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just fucked the mystery that was the Pyro. He left, minutes later, giving Scout but a nod before closing the door behind him. At the click of the latch, Pyro’s eyes fluttered open. “Hey.†He smiled up at Scout. “Hi?†“Hand me my cigarettes? They’re in the drawer.†Scout fumbled about the drawer filled with empty lighters and cigarette boxes until he found a full one. “And the lighter. The one with the stripes should work.†He found that one too and watched Pyro light up and start smoking. Demoman, Soldier, Sniper and even Spy had nothing on him, because he smoked like a pro, effortless and just plain sexy. “Waiting for him to leave. I don’t like it when people bum my cigs.†“I don’t smoke.†Scout said stupidly. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t mind you staying.†He grinned and smoke escaped through his nose. “Oh.†It amazed Scout how at ease the Pyro was. Shouldn’t he be exactly the contrary? Antisocial and nervous? He’s been hiding behind a mask for God knows how long and he’s oddly secure now that he has it off. “You’re not a virgin, are you.†Scout said, sighing out of exhaustion. “Nope.†He said and even if Scout wasn’t looking at him, he knew he was smiling. “And it’s about time this happened too. Any longer and I think I would have jumped you in the showers.†“Y –you knew this was going to happen?†Scout stuttered, trying to remain cool after the mental flashes he got of Pyro and him in the showers. “I’m surprise it took this long. Nine men, cooped up in a base... I bet the other team does it on their own.†“Really? You think so?†Scout wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel less embarrassed about the whole ordeal. “Think?†Pyro chuckled and squirmed in Scout’s lap, making himself comfortable. “Let’s just say their Demoman is much more um... skilled than ours.â€
Very, VERY nice! Loved the way you described everything, that was pure hotness. Can't wait to see who are going to be next. I'm looking forward to read more Spy and I'm surprised he wasn't the one taking the first step, like one could have assumed.
YEAAAAAASH Good job! This made my night.
This was the best almost birthday present I could have ever asked for.
This last installment just hit all the spots for me! Threesomes, Demo/Pyro, Scout/Pyro... hell, all three of them... I'm actually fist pumping the air right now and I feel like a total tool for it but I can't help it!
I have to say, I kind of adore slutty Pyro. Very different from what one normally sees in his characterizations.
I can't wait for this to continue i'm really excited to see what spy does to sniper. The fact he seems really nervous about spy topping him is just...it's really great. Keep up the good work!!! I hope this story doesn't die !!
ohhhh yesssss I came please keep up this amazing story
I know this chapter is long overdue, but I just couldn't think of anything good enough. Here it is anyway and I apologize in advance for the lack of smut in this one. Part 7 Medic had already been hesitant about leaving his infirmary for some air. Even in his sanctuary, he got claustrophobic if he imprisoned himself for too long, but stepping out of his haven made him just as uncomfortable. He didn’t get too far this time. “Heavy, what are you doing?†“Waiting for Doctor.†He said, staring up at him solemnly from his spot on the floor. “Why are you waiting for me, Heavy?â€He sighed, removing his glasses to rub at his tired eyes. So much for the plans he had made to avoid the man. Hard to do with him sitting by his door. “Last time I knocked, you did not answer.†He explained. “Did not want to bother Doctor.†Medic eyed the man with his arms crossed over his chest. Apparently, he wasn’t going anywhere tonight, not with a Russian man sitting by hit door like some kind of guard dog. He wouldn’t deny that he had ignored him last time he came around for a visit, but only for his friend’s safety. The state he had gotten himself in was too risky to expose to others, especially with all the sedatives he had in his reach. Long story short, Medic could not trust himself to resist and he’d be lying if he said those feelings were not stirring in him the very moment he set eyes on his teammate. In an instant, the possibilities of attack would flood his brain. They had been on standby for years, slowly building up overtime, to eventually explode in his face. They did not cease to amaze Medic when they proved to him what horrors he himself had the capacity to conjure. The things his brain thought of when he was distracted! His subconscious only showed him the fruit of its labors at his most vulnerable moments. “Can I come in?†He asked. If he said yes, the risk was automatically ten times higher. Alone, in his quarters with the door closed? That was just a catastrophe waiting to happen. However, if he said no, the man would walk away, without a single complaint, hurt and disappointed. Even if it was for his own good, Medic did not want to do that to him. Not only would it leave his problem unsolved, but also subject them both to more awkward encounters. Medic would just have to suck it up and get it over with. Postponing this was just hurting them both, as well as driving him to the brink of his sanity. Whatever happens, happens, he thought and hoped they would come out of this as friends still. “Yes. You may.†He said with slight reluctance, opening the door wide enough for him to walk in. Medic had forgotten how comforting the man’s presence was in his office. He took a lot of space, but made the room feel less cold and... clinical. There was never an endless list of subjects they could discuss. They were from different worlds entirely, but still found common ground every now and then. Medic remembered how Heavy could always find something to discuss, back when his idiot teammates hadn’t awoken old urges. “Why are you here?†He asked when Heavy had seated himself on his preferred spot. “I wanted to talk.†He said. “Then talk.†He announced, slightly agitated. He was nervous. He needed to distract himself with mundane tasks, stupid things. He buzzed uselessly around his infirmary/office, opening cabinets and closing them again, without even glancing at its contents. “The Americans have completed the task.†He said, making it sound like an international mission. “Oh? And how do you know?†He asked calmly, even if he was boiling with rage on the inside. He couldn’t believe the idiots actually went on with it! This ‘task’. As if sex is a chore and can be forced upon a person. As if it wasn’t already a carnal need that every human possessed. As if he wasn’t already dying to have Heavy. “The little American has a big mouth.†Yes, that just about summed it up, but Medic wondered if Soldier and Engineer were the only ones. Either way, the doctor knew what his teammate was implying, he knew what he was getting at, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. “Heavy, listen to me. Before you go any further with this, let me tell you that you are wasting your time.†He informed him harshly and turned away , trying to look fed up when in fact, he was holding back with all of his might. The man just looked so clueless, so oblivious of the things that went on in his head. He knew nothing. It would be so easy... so quick. The syringe was already ready, he wouldn’t even feel it until the drug set in... “Why?†“Because it’s not going to happen!†Medic shouted, spinning around furiously to glare daggers at his teammate. So much for keeping together, he thought. He was a mess, with his crazy looking snarl, sweating face and dark strands hanging over his forehead. His heart was racing while two sides of his brain fought for dominance. His fingers shook, clutching at the syringe that had somehow ended up in his hands without his consent. He held it behind his back, hidden from sight. His grip loosened and tightened accordingly to whichever side had the upper hand at the moment. He felt like his knees were going to give out. He held onto the edge of the counter helplessly, to keep his knees from betraying him entirely this time. “Why?†The Russian repeated. “Get out.†He hissed. “Why?! Tell me!†He roared and stood abruptly. Silence. Breathing and a crash. “What was noise?†Heavy asked, craning his neck to see the source behind Medic’s back. “The syringe.†“It fell?†“I dropped it.†Medic sneered at him and fell to his knees. He was shaking all over and sitting down, even on the floor, was a relief. Bit by bit, he picked up the glass pieces that had shattered on the floor. Mundane tasks... simple things... distractions, he kept telling himself, even if it was a bit late. “What is the liquid?†Heavy frowned and began to make his way towards both of the messes on the floor. Medic sighed and looked up at his teammate solemnly. The larger man seemed unfazed, but he could practically see him putting the pieces together through his small, blue eyes. It was no use trying to fool him now. “Paralytic.†He said. “Why so much?†He was right. Medic hadn’t even realised. Many times he had requested his teammate’s help during surgeries to put the patient to sleep, but he didn’t think Heavy to be so attentive as to know the right amount of drug. Nonetheless, he was right. The dosage was larger than usual; the work of his subconscious one more. “A big man such as yourself?†He laughed eerily. “It takes much more to take you out.†“Why does doctor want to take me out?†He asked, panic growing in his tone. “I DON’T!†The doctor yelled abruptly, slamming his open palm against the wet floor. “I don’t want to, Heavy. I don’t want any of this and forcing it upon me is NOT going to end well for you!†“Doctor, we have duty to do!†The Russian raised his voice in response. “I know, but THIS,†he pointed at the mess, “is the only way to do it! And I assure you my friend, you will NOT enjoy it!†He spat to conceal his shaking breath. He stared up at his teammate with maddened eyes, waiting for a response, but the other man’s face remained neutral. If he was hating Medic, or pitying him, the doctor could not tell and that scared him even more than the actual answer. He was a wreck, in every sense of the word, slowly developing the characteristics of the craziest of men. Pushing the thoughts away was now nothing but hindsight, because the scenarios had painted themselves permanently in his mind a long time ago, etching fear into his face. He shut his eyes tight, concentrating hard and trying to undo the psychological damage he let happen so carelessly. He thought hard, trying to reason with himself. Heavy is my friend, my teammate, he repeated before somehow overcoming gravity. Medic could no longer feel the floor beneath his feet and when he opened his eyes, it made a little more sense. He was at eye level with Heavy, dangling and squirming in thin air. He struggled in Heavy’s grasp like a captured animal, but froze when his eyes met the Russian’s. Nothing about him was stoic anymore, but instead, a calm mix of anger and disgust. “And what made you think, Doctor, that we would be doing this your way.â€
I am very glad to see an update! Looks like Medic is in for something he wasn't expecting. Take your time as I shall forever wait for the next installment.
More! Pleasepleaseplease. Please. PLEASE. MORE
.... Thank you. So much. For updating this. You have no idea how happy I am. I'm on the edge of my seat to see where this goes with Medic and Heavy.
Heavy going rough on Medic? Now that's something you don't read every day!
Fuck. Juust when I thought things couldn't get any hotter after that pyro encounter... fuck. The build-up was magnificent. The way Mmedic struggled with his desires, the way he nearly gave in to something he so desperately wanted but knew he would regret... that was hotter than anything so far. But to end it with such a twist... I don't know what's going to happen next, but I have no doubt it's going to be astounding.
As soon as I started getting into those last few paragraphs, I was just spouting 'uh-oh' at high speed. This is going to be good.
I've been following this story since it was first posted, and I absolutely cannot wait for HeavyXMedic! Not the most original OTP, I know, but I like your take on it. Heavy is usually portrayed as some sort of gentle giant in bed, and I'd been hoping to find something a bit different from that, and here it is! Please keep writing, I've loved this fic from the start. Sure there are some minor critisisms from other readers I've seen, but I don't see how they can be so pedantic when clearly the overall fic is so brilliant and the idea is so original...I know it had no smut in it, but my favourite scene is probably when the hat was first introduced and how the team reacted to it, you got most of the characterisation down pat, I think.
omg omg omg this is still updating I do NOT accept your apology for the lack of smut because I am of the opinion the apology is completely unnecessary Looking forward to how Heavy and Medic are going to go about it I sage disappointedly because it's been a week since last post (moar pls!)
I‘ve been silently reading this fanfic since it first came out and I sincerely love it. Some Anons are right saying that Scout is too submissive, but I think that, if there's the necessity, a writer can make a character a little OOC. Keep writing! (Sorry for any typos or grammatical mistakes)
Cannot wait until another chapter! I'm really loving the story! Great writing; keep up the good work!
Please, Toxic, sage next time. I almost jumped in my chair when I saw this on top of the list.
>>177 Almost? I am so sad now. I've been dying for an update. So very sad now. It's like you've killed kittens.
hopes... crushed...
Please, OP, come back. Please. My pants have been waiting too long.
Part 8 I apologize for the huge delays, but I promise you'll be getting the second part to this much faster. The encounter had been long overdue, but that didn’t make the Engineer less annoyed by it. He knew it had been coming, he had been anticipating it for the past week and when his expectations were not met, he had been somewhat relieved to have dodged that bullet. Unfortunately, he spoke too soon. “Labourer.†Aw crap, he thought when he opened the door to his workshop, letting the light pool into the dark room in a straight line that just happen to shine over his teammate. Engineer rolled his eyes, confident that his goggles would hide it; the Spook had probably calculated it all to get the perfect effect, being oh so very dramatic about everything. He partially closed the door behind him, leaving but a thin sliver as an opening. In the obscurity, he could make out his form and the flickering end of his cigarette. Engie always hated it when his teammates smoked in his workshop. Their lighters being so close to some of his flammable products made him nervous, but Spy didn’t seem to mind at all. He was leaning against one of his sentries, pushing him from nervous to stressed out. Having spies around his machines made him uncomfortable, even if it was his own. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t break into my workshop next time.†“I couldn’t find you.†“That’s no excuse.†He made his way to his work station in rapid strides, feigning confidence and began to tinker with whatever he had left on the table. He did not dare look up, knowing damn well what kind of gaze he’d be met with; he could feel his eyes on him. He pretended to build something for what felt like the longest minutes of his life, while his mind thought hard for a solution. Spy was no Soldier whose mind he could play with. Spy was a Spy, meaning he could play with his mind if Engineer wasn’t careful. “Labourer.†He repeated. “What.†He answered, without tearing away his gaze from the contraption he had unconsciously built. A small part of him hoped it was an explosive of some kind that he could throw at Spy, but the metal cube was starting to look more like a toaster than anything else. “We have things to speak of.†“Do we? Can’t we just leave it?†That was a desperate move on his part, but at this point he had to accept that he had nothing and that there was no other way of getting out of this. “No, we cannot.†“You’re quite insistent.†He chuckled, now dismantling the miniature toaster. “Me? I believe you are the one who demanded a trade with the Scout.†He said and Engineer saw him turn away from the corner of his eyes. It was finally safe to look up. “Aw, c’mon now. I didn’t ‘demand’ anythin’! I asked for a trade and the boy was okay with it.†He explained, stepping around the table to lean against its edge. The Spy spun around, his hands behind his back. “Oh please,†He spat, “as if he was going to say no.†“I wouldn’t have bothered offering if I knew he would.†Engineer shrugged, which seemed to aggravate the Spy even more since he was now biting at his cigarette instead of just having it dangling between his lips. “Listen to me Texan, let’s make something very clear.†His tone had taken a threatening turn, warning Engineer to stay on his guard. “Let’s just say I was very much looking forward to my encounter with the boy and now, it has been taken away from me.†By the time he had finished that sentence, he was standing but a mere two feet away from Engineer, looming over him. “So you better have a good enough excuse.†He hissed. Engineer sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously. He was debating between making up a dull lie or actually attempting to explain the truth to him. “I uh... alright look Spy, can we not do this today, please?†He tried. “Excuse me?†Spy laughed humorlessly. “You made your decision when you made the trade, Texan. Now it’s my turn and I want an answer. Now.†“Alright, alright. Can you just... just back off a bit.†He said, holding his palms up between them defensively. “Scared?†“No...†He cleared throat, trying not to blush. “I wouldn’t say scared...†“Right... I suggest you come up with an answer quick before I start losing my patience.†“Look, I don’t really have an answer right now, it’s just that... aw jeez...†Engie stumbled through his thoughts, unsure of which was the right way to express himself. “Look, I just need favor from you.†He finally blurted out. “Favor? I owe you nothing more than –“ “Humor me.†Engineer cut in. Although Spy was clearly displeased about the interruption, he was listening. Irritated, but still listening. “I need to gather my thoughts a bit, okay? That’s all. It would help me a lot, you know, so I can provide you with a proper explanation, because yes, I do owe you one. If you gave me some time.†“Hmm, go on...†“Can we meet back here in... an hour?†The Spy took some time to stare Engineer down, take his entire being in before settling his gaze on his face, paired with a smug smirk. “If you run away, Labourer...†“I won’t. I don’t need your warnings, I know what you can do. I won’t run.†With a curt nod, the Spy turned away and headed for the door without another word. “Very well.†He sighed. “An hour.†“Oh and uh...†This time, Engineer really did blush. “Bring your disguise kit.†To that, he was spared a curious quirk of his brow at the threshold of the workshop, before the door closed between them. *** “You want me to what?†Spy’s face hardened in disbelief as he leaned in over the table. Engineer lowered his eyes, running a finger over the edge of the disguise kit sitting between them. He was having trouble choosing either shame or embarrassment as a label for what he was feeling at the moment. “You heard me.†He muttered. He shrunk into himself, as did his voice. Engie wished he was dealing with Soldier, like he usually found himself having to do. He imagined the situation with his fellow American instead of the Spy and could think up a billion bullshit excuses he could have fed Soldier. It was just too easy, but Spy wasn’t. Spy required the hardest efforts: the truth. “Of course I heard you, but I would appreciate a repetition nonetheless.†His voice had changed. Spy was no longer relaxed, spitting out words with a certain discomfort. Great, Engie thought, you know you’re a total pervert when you manage to offend a Spy. He sighed and buried his face into his palms, wishing once again, for a miracle that would transform a Spy to a Soldier. There was no jumping to ‘never mind’ with Spy. “Disguise yourself as the RED Spy... please?†He hoped his muffled words would go unheard. “What –wait a minute!†Spy grabbed Engineer’s wrists and pulled them down from his face. “Look at me.†Engineer raised his gaze reluctantly, flinching at the humiliation he felt at the sight of Spy’s judgmental, squinting eyes. He was mad, but also confused about his request. “What the hell for?†He asked. “Can... can we do it like that?†He answered with a question. “Why?†“It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can do it normally, but –“ “I’m asking why.†Spy cut in before his babble went on. “I’m tellin’ ya’ –“ “No you’re not.†He knotted his fingers together and leaned back in his chair. “Why do you want to fuck the RED Spy?†Engie took a deep breath, mirroring the Spy’s folded hands. “Crush?†“What?!†His head snapped up. “What? No! No, no, no. Nothin’ like that, for the love of God Spy, you know I hate the man!†“Well, people don’t usually want to fuck the people they hate.†“That’s where you’re wrong.†Engineer chuckled humorlessly before getting out of his chair to pace around the room. “Oh... oh...!†A good laugh began to rumble at the Spy chest. “Oh I see how it is. This is a hate fuck, right?†He got up to join his teammate, who seemed to be ignoring him and his teasing. Only then did Spy notice that Engineer wasn’t pacing at all. He was looking for something. Craning his neck to all sides, checking on and under tables, behind old dispensers and at one point, he even opened a secret compartment in the wall to peer inside. Whatever is was, it was nowhere to be found. “Damn it. I always hide this thing really well and then Scout comes sneakin’ around so I put it in plain sight so it would look like an ordinary tool b –aha!†He spread his arms wide towards the shelf he was facing, as if to embrace the metal container which probably also happened to be the lost object in question. “What the hell is that?†He eyed the box suspiciously. “A secret that I don’t want out.†He answered, handling the metal box with the same care he used when moving around his sentries. “So why open it?†Spy muttered, his interest piqued and set on the mystery box. He found himself being reminded of the terrible game show some of his teammates always watched. “Because what’s the fun in a secret you can’t share?†He chuckled, setting the box on the table. “At least with one person.†But Engineer didn’t open it. He let it sit on the table, watching it with a tilt of his head, like it was about to perform some impressive trick. It did no such thing. “Open it.†He finally said. Spy was hesitant. Although he knew that it being a trap was doubtful and that he was assuredly speaking with one of his own teammates, he couldn’t understand why he was here, let alone even begin to guess what was inside that box. It wasn’t even locked, which made Spy question its importance to the Engineer. He was under the impression that people kept their secrets locked away and not simply stored away. He set both his hands on each of its sides, pressing down on its two latches with his thumbs, letting them snap open with a satisfying click. The container, small on the outside, was not all that bigger on the inside, but held much more than what Spy had deemed possible. And the array of things it contained! If doctors carried around first aid kits, a dominatrix would rejoice in such a bundle! Leather bounds, bright red gags and blindfolds to match them. Handcuffs that shone with an intimidating metallic gleam and rope that made him flinch at how rough he knew they would feel on one’s skin, just by the look of it. A foldable rider’s crop lay parallel to a wooden baton, tucked away amongst a series of rings, disturbingly too wide to fit anyone’s finger. “Medic...†He considered out loud. “Medic?†“I would suspect Medic to like such things...†Spy muttered to himself. “I don’t. It’s just this one fantasy.†Engineer gulped loudly before allowing himself to continue. “Once... once it’s done, I ain’t keepin’ this stuff.†“Understandable.†Spy nodded, clearly impressed by his teammate’s collection. “It’s just a whim of yours. A onetime thing. Perfectly normal.†Engineer began to relax, but maybe too soon, because the Spy wasn’t going to let him go so easily. “At least, it would have been if it weren’t for your previous request.†He snapped the lid of the box shut, the latches clicking back into place. Spy leaned against the edge of the table, keeping the box behind his back, away from Engineer’s grasp. “What’s wrong with my previous request?†Engineer said, feigning confidence. “If you hate him so much, why not just kill him?†Engineer’s expression turned grim. His features darkened, like a shadow had just fallen over his face. “It’s just... It’s not enough! Just shooting the guy in the face will never be enough! He’s just so...†“Arrogant?†“Yeah!†“Irritating?†“Yes! And I just want him tied up. In my possession. I want to have the upper hand for once and do whatever I want to him. I want him to squirm, beg and ... jesus...†“No, go on.†The Spy smirked. Engineer had a feeling that the Spy knew exactly what he was talking about, but it amused him to see him so flustered. “Damn it, I just want to humiliate him! Wipe that smile right off his face!†The Spy chuckled, a sympathetic, but mischievous smile playing on his lips. He grabbed his disguise kit, but did not activate it, slipping it back into his suit jacket instead. “You want to fuck him, have him all to yourself?†“Yeah...†Engineer was no longer phased by his hatred, and blinked at his teammate as he came around to set his arm around him; a friendly gesture that the Engineer had not expected from the Frenchman. “That can be arranged.†He hissed into his ear. With an incredibly out of character pat on the back, Spy left his quarters without another word, leaving Engineer with the feeling as dumb as a rock and that he had missed something huge in their conversation.
Oh my godddd! You updated! I was so happy, I've gotten so used to necro-bumps... This is wonderful! Thank you so much.
I'm glad to see you back, but to be honest I hope this fic isn't going in the direction I think it's going. It seems like Spy is planning to kidnap RED Spy and deliver him to Engie. I don't normally have a problem with rape fics, but this particular fic started out as funny and sweet and the sex was always consensual; yeah, there was a part where Spy assaulted Scout, but that part went nowhere. It the tone suddenly changes and somebody gets fucked against their will, the dissonance will be nasty (and having the rapee decide that he enjoys it wouldn't make things any better, if anything it would make things creepier). I hope I'm just reading too much into it, maybe I've completely misunderstood Spy's plan. I just don't want to see the massive shift in tone.
I feel sad because I thought there'd be an update on HeavyXMedic, since the fandom is recently lacking in new material on them...and this kind of Engineer just isn't appealing to me (but that's just personal preference). I agree with 185, this fic started out hilarious and very lighthearted, but it's just sort of sunk into a dark, seedy hole with each new chapter. Really hoping you turn this around, because there's so much potential in this story, and most of it has been genuinely enjoyable to read. Remember: Dark and depraved =/= mature/better story!
>>184 here, two things: When I said I agreed with 185 I meant 183. Silly typo is silly. Also, I re-read that last chapter and I actually quite like this Engineer. I didn't really like what he wanted to do, but you've still managed to keep him in character, so props to you for that! My other sentiments still stand, though.
Thank you for this update, it's glorious! I must say I don't agree with my fellow readers. Even if this fic did start out cute and funny, it has already had a few dark twists. Spy almost violating Scout in the showers (even if that didn't take us to actual sex the boy was clearly terrified as it was) and Heavy probably raping Medic right now. I personally LOVE Engineer's dark side and the idea of Spy arranging him with RED Spy is delicious. His hidden desires are what I always love the most, he is usually described to casual and calm. To me rape isn't a problem and whatever you have planned to write next I will take it! Do go on.
I'm so glad you updated this. I really love the premise behind it. I must admit I didn't interpret what Spy said as him going to fetch the RED Spy. I just assumed he left in order to disguise himself and return later to make for a more believable roleplay session for Engineer (especially if this whole thing has to be carried out by all members of the BLU team; I would have doubted RED participation would count). I'm looking forward to seeing how this all pans out and I'm happy you're still writing it.
That's what I thought too, the BLU Spy disguising himself as the RED Spy to make it more real. Whatever it will be I sure hope the Engie will be able to fuck that RED ass like he has always wanted to!
Fuck all the haters, this shit is AWESOME! No matter what you do, UnluckyCharm, I will love every single word you post.
Hmm, hatesex? Heh heh heh...i
Despite being a main spy player myself, I also play a lot of engineer. And I completely know the frustration of playing against a spy who is several skill levels better than you, and you lose to him every time, and you can just never keep your equipment up, and it gets to the point where you just want to throttle him... Take that feeling and multiply it a few times, and I believe this from the engineer is very believable. Every single one of these pairings you have handled magically, and this one I find equally excellent. Everything is just perfect.