1 . Name: Highway_song92 @ 2012-10-01 00:38

Okay so I'm a long time lurker and first time poster so I thought I might throw this up here.

I'm going to start off by saying that I can't write good gay smut so I try to stay away the writing of it (though I am an avid reader). Therefore this is a Scout/fem!Pyro fic. I actually don't know why I am as proud of this as I am but I thought, "What the hell!"

Enjoy

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Scout had never expected his day to end like this. He wasn’t exactly complaining but falling asleep next to a naked Pyro was, honestly, the last thing he thought would happen.

Things had started out normally. He woke up to his alarm at 0600, just like every other week day, and grudgingly pulled himself from the soft warmth of his bed. His jaw popped loudly as he opened up to brush his teeth before trudging back to his room to cloth himself, in something other than T-rex boxers, before heading down to breakfast. As usual Pyro was already there scarfing down a bowl of yogurt and glass of water, gas mask only pulled up far enough to eat.

There was something about the Pyro’s mouth that always baffled Scout. He wanted it, not like as his own but to be on his own. It wasn’t like the mouths of the others; all surrounded by stubble and scented with cigarettes, it was the mouth of someone younger. It seemed like it would be soft and warm and wet and perfectly willing. He watched as the mouth in question’s tongue snaked out to wipe away a little yogurt that had escaped.

The mood was broken as the Pyro let out a belch before pulling the gas mask back over its face. It looked up at the Scout before getting up and going to the sink to rinse its dishes.

Scout let out a sigh. 'I’m not a fag'. He promised himself that it was just because the Pyro was the only one of his teammates that he could stand to listen to for more than a minute or two at a time and that it was because they were about the same age give or take a year or two.

When the fire bug returned it held out a stack of Fantastic Four comic books to Scout. A grin crossed the boy’s features as he grabbed the treasured books from the other. Pyro always got the newest issues.

“You’re freakin’ awesome, man!” Scout exclaimed as he began flipping through the first book while maneuvering to sit at the table. Pyro patted his back as it headed back to its room.

A couple hours later they were in battle. Scout and Pyro were quickly doing away with the advancing enemy before they could touch the RED control point. They watched each other’s backs. Scout took out the BLU soldier before he could fire a rocket as the Pyro hacked the BLU scout apart as he attempted to bash in the RED scout’s face. When the BLU Heavy came up the hill übered Pyro tackled Scout behind a pile of crates just before bullets would have ripped through the both of them.

Pyro had landed on Scout with a thud. They looked at each for a moment. Both of their breathing was hard and their hearts raced. Scout’s hand absentmindedly lifted to rest on the gas mask. Pyro didn’t even flinch.

The runner was about to pull the mask up when needles began to rain down on them. The Pyro rolled off the Scout and the two curled up into the fetal position to protect as much of themselves as possible.

As soon as the über wore off, the two of them sprang back into action. Pyro’s flame thrower made quick BBQ of the BLU Medic while Scout, with the help of a well timed rocket from their soldier, took care of the BLU Heavy.

After the battle Scout watched as Pyro escaped from the locker room without showering. He wanted to follow but knew that there was no way that he was going to be able to get away with not showering. He was disgusting; covered in dust and blood and gore.

He didn't see the fire bug the rest of the evening. It was strange. Normally Scout and Pyro would eat dinner together and then find something to entertain them until they had to go to bed.

Instead Scout sat with Sniper and Engineer at dinner and yapped at them about how awesome he was until they got up and left. Scout then tried to watch TV but the only channel coming in was playing some dumb soap opera and there was no way that he was going to watch that. Scout mentally listed his options; running was out because it was dark, baseball needed multiple people, he hated reading and cleaning his room was out. In the end he decided that trying to get some extra sleep was the best option and headed to his room.

He pulled off his shirt and flopped down on his bed. There was no way he was going to fall asleep. He was worried about Pyro. He knew exactly why his masked friend hadn’t come to dinner. It was all his and his stupid hormones fault. The Pyro wasn't stupid. It had to have known that the look in Scout’s eyes, when he almost pulled up that mask, was pure lust. He didn't want to lose his only friend over something so stupid as an innocent crush built out of loneliness and curiosity. He was about to give in and go knock on the Pyro’s door when a knock came on his own door.

A groan escaped his lips, “Wha’ do ya want?”

“Mm’s mhe,” came the muffled response.

Scout’s heart sped up. Pyro was on the other side of that door. All he had to do was let the fire bug in, apologize for being… well he wasn’t going to say horny but nothing else came to mind, and then they could go on with their lives as if this afternoon had never happened.

His hand clasped the door knob. He had to steady himself, slow his breathing, before he could open the door.

“Hey,” Scout started before he was roughly shoved back into the darkness of his room. Pyro turned and locked the door before turning back to the startled and surprised Scout.

“Hey, man, I know I fucked up this afternoon but ya don’ have ta be mad ‘bout it. It was a mistake! Honest!” Scout’s protests seem to fall on deaf ears as the Pyro turned on the desk lamp before shoving him onto his cot.

The runner moved to get up but stopped when he noticed the Pyro lift a gloved hand to the zipper on the back of the flame proof suit. It drew the zipper down and shrugged off the top half of the rubber to reveal a torso wearing a white t-shirt and suspenders holding up the bottom of the suit. Something looked off about the Pyro’s torso.

It was disproportionate to the shoulders, that weren’t nearly as broad as Scout had previously thought. The white shirt and suspenders went next to reveal a layer of bandaging and padding. Next the Pyro undid a few snaps and then wriggled out of the bottom half of its suit to reveal a pair of very not manly legs that lead from the floor up to a pair of not manly panties that contained not manly genitalia. Scout about died.

“You, you’re a- a girl?” the young man’s eyes were wide with revelation and awe.

Pyro nodded and wrapped an arm around her bandaged midriff.

“Sos, I’m not gay!” the statement was said more excitedly than the Scout had meant but luckily the Pyro just laughed.

She pulled her mask off to reveal a rather androgynous face covered in freckles. Her red hair was cut nearly the same length as the Scout’s own and made her look more boyish. Her sea green eyes glinted in the dim light of the room.

“What are you doing here?” the question slipped from the Scout’s lips before he could catch it.

“Making money,” her voice was raspy for a girl’s but he assumed it was due to the smoke. “I’m not very good at anything else,” she sat on the bed next to him with a sigh. “Ain’t that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I guess so, but I’m not a…” his voice trailed off.

“A girl?” Yeah, I noticed,” she smiled at him.

“But, wait, you can’t be a girl!” he stood, walking over to grab the comic books from his messy desk. “You like comic books and you can fight almost as well as I can and I’ve seen you cook marsh mellows over the charred remains of an enemy! Girls don’t do those things!”

“This girl was raised by her father and three older brothers after their mother walked out on them. This girl grew up learning more about guns than beauty. This girl caught her house on fire when she was six and then again when she was ten. Look, I was hoping that maybe we could get through this part quickly and we could get to why I’m showing you, out of all the others, that I’m female,”

“That,” he retook his seat next to her, “was on my list of millions of questions,”

“I like you,” was her only reply as she fumbled with the gas mask in her lap.

“Like, like me? Like think I’m sexy?” Scout’s grin nearly split his face.

She giggled, “I don’t know if I’d go that far but I think I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me,” she leaned in, her eyes steadily holding his now sobered gaze.

His mouth went dry and he couldn’t think. He slowly closed the gap between them. The kiss was soft and that mouth was everything the Scout had dreamed of. Their lips meshed perfectly as the kiss continued. Soon it became hungrier and they opened their mouths to each other. Their tongues fought for dominance as they explored each other’s mouths. Scout’s bandaged hands ran down her padded side and pulled her as close as they could get sitting side by side. It wasn’t much longer before they had to break for air.

She shoved him down onto the bed and straddled his hips as she worked the bandages around her middle. Scout watched in awe as each strip came away and the padding around her middle loosened. When the last of the bandage was pulled away the foam padding fell free, revealing her completely to the Scout.

She wasn’t a little girl. She was the athletic type, with finely toned abs and shoulders, but she was still soft like a woman, with a slight curve to her hips and breasts that fit perfectly in the Scout’s hand. It made sense in the Scout’s mind that she would be strong and bigger all around than the girls he had ogled in Boston but it did make him a little jealous that she had nicer abs then he did.

She leaned down and took his lips with hers and allowed her hands to run down his torso. She stopped to tweak a nipple before running down his stomach and then back up. She began to slowly ride him has their kiss deepened and their breathing quickened. Scout’s moans only encouraged her behavior.

He was so hard it was painful. He had to shove her off just so that he could remove the painfully tight clothing around his crotch. He freed his erection with a groan before lying back beside the Pyro. She admired him momentarily, stroking the engorged flesh with one hand while touching herself through her panties with the other. When he thought he couldn’t take any more without coming, Scout moved to be on top of her.

“Wait!” she shoved him off over her and sprinted over to her discarded clothes.

Scout groaned in disapproval and fell onto his back. A million thoughts ran through his head. 'Did I do something wrong? What if she’s not happy with my cock? Nah, that’s not even possible! Wait, what if she’s leaving? I’m gonna have the worst blue balls ever!'

When she crawled back into bed he breathed an audible sigh of relief. She handed him a condom and then slipped off her soaked through panties. He looked at it dumbly for a moment before his brain registered what he was holding. He’d never used one before.

“Uh,” he tore the package open and examined the small ring of rubber.

“Well, put it on,” her voice was low but hurried. She wanted this as badly as he did.

He rolled the condom down his length and gave himself a test jerk. The feeling wasn’t quite as intense as before but he thought that might be a good thing in his current state. He didn’t want to disappoint her.

He pulled her to him and then rolled on top of her. They kissed as she positioned him at her entrance. He pushed in with a groan. She gasped at the feeling of being filled. He tried to move but she was holding him still with his hips.

“Are you alright?” he breathed heavily against her ear.

All she could do was nod.

After a moment she moved her hips to test their new connection. Upon her approval she released him. He began slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat of her, but as the heat in his belly grew warmer he quickened the pace.

They moved in rhythm together, just like on the battle field. Kisses were peppered across each other’s faces, necks and collar bones. Small love bites appeared as mouths explored as much flesh as they could. At one point her hand slipped between them to touch herself and her groans became louder and her breathing more frantic.

She, surprisingly, came first, tossing her head back with a silent scream. Scout wasn’t far behind with the spasms of her muscles squeezing him in ways he didn’t think imaginable. He collapsed on top of her, out of breath and exhausted.

She started to squirm so he rolled off of her and onto his back.

“Wow,” was all he could muster in his breathless state.

“We always have been a good team,” she snuggled up to him, using his chest as a pillow, after pulling off the condom and throwing it into an over flowing waste basket.

“Yeah, but, wow,” one arm went around her while the other slid behind his head.

“Exactly,” she yawned as she snuggled closer to Scout for warmth.

As the two drifted to sleep it occurred to Scout that he hoped that more of his ‘normal’ days ended like this one.

The End