This is a Spy/Engie/Spy porn fic. Very little plot, less dialogue. Concrit welcomed. Requested (and betaed) by jeffian ------------------------------------------------------------------ Friday’s battle looked like it was going to end in a stalemate. Neither team had managed to capture the other’s intelligence even once. The Engineers had been extremely aggressive and creative with their placement of sentries and teleporters. Whenever a Spy or Scout managed to get to the briefcase, a Soldier or Demoman seemed to come from nowhere to shut them down completely. And it seemed like you couldn’t take a step without running face first into a minigun or flamethrower. RED Engineer chanced a glance at his watch. There were less than ten minutes to go in the day’s battle. He had spent the last half hour or so planted behind his level 3 sentry in the Intelligence Room, guarding the briefcase. If he could hold out for a few more minutes, at least his team wouldn’t lose. He slipped his pocket watch back into the bib pocket on his overalls and waited, counting down the last few minutes in his head. With the exception of a BLU Scout that managed to get halfway across the Intelligence Room, Engie didn’t see anyone from the BLU team as he set himself up to run out the rest of the clock... He was drumming his fingers idly on the back of his sentry when RED Spy darted in slightly injured, with the BLU Pyro in hot pursuit. Spy dove behind the Engineer just as a rocket made quick work of the Pyro. “What happened, Spah? Ah thought you were making one last run for BLU’s briefcase.†“I was,†Spy said bitterly, brushing dust off of his suit. “I would ‘ave gotten it too if ze boy hadn’t run directly into a sentry just as I was sneaking into zeir intelligence room. A stray bullet decloaked me and I retreated, right into ze waiting arms of zat mumbling abomination. I barely got away with my life and most of my suit intact.†Spy lit a cigarette to calm his nerves. “Hopefully ze boy and ze Soldier ‘ave better luck than I did.†As the Spy exhaled smoke through his nose, the telltale sound of electricity crackling filled the air as BLU Spy sapped Engineer’s sentry. “What the hell? Spah sappin’ mah sentry!†Engie spun to see the BLU Spy uncloaking. He reached for his wrench or his pistol, or any weapon close to hand to defend himself, but he was suddenly unarmed. He heard a low snort of laughter behind him which was echoed by the BLU Spy. He looked over his shoulder to see the RED Spy holding his pistol, casually unloading it into his gloved hand. “Spah, you backstabbin’ turncoat! He’s after the briefcase!†“Actually, mon ami, I’m after somezing else entirely,†BLU Spy said, sidling closer to the Engineer. The poor Texan didn’t know which way to turn. He didn’t trust the RED Spy, but he never thought he would turn on him like this and now he was surrounded, outnumbered and unarmed against two of the sneaky snakes. “If you don’t want th’ briefcase, then what are ya here for?†Engie asked, eyes darting around for a likely avenue of escape. “Why, dear Laborer, zat would be you.†Before Engie could respond, BLU Spy clipped him just above the ear with the butt of his pistol, knocking him unconscious. -------------------------------------------------- When Engineer came to, he was face down on a rough wooden floor. He tried to push himself into a sitting position, but he couldn’t feel his hands. Wiggling his fingers to get the blood flowing into them again, he ignored the pins and needles feeling in his hands and wrists. Once the sensation returned to his hands, he realized that the reason he couldn’t move them was because they were tied together. As he wriggled on the floor, trying to relieve the pressure in his wrists and shoulders, he found that his ankles were bound too. “The hell is this?†he groaned. “Glad to see you are finally awake, Laborer,†one of the spies said. From his position on the floor, the Texan wasn’t sure which one it was. “What the hell is this about? Where am I?†Engie strained against the rough rope binding his wrists. “Untie me, you sneaky, backstabbin’ son-of-a-bitch!!†“Calm yourself, Monsieur Ingénieur. You’re safe, for now.†The RED Spy knelt in front of him, stroking one gloved finger along the bound man’s stubbled jaw slowly. “No doubt you’re quite uncomfortable. Let me see if I can ‘elp you with zat, Laborer.†Someone, who could only have been the BLU Spy, sat on the Engineer’s upper thighs and began to massage his shoulders. When the Engineer tried to snag his fingers on the Spy’s jacket, he was swatted across the knuckles sharply for his efforts. “Ah, we must learn to keep our ‘ands to ourselves.†BLU Spy shifted his body until he was sitting on the poor Texan’s wrists before continuing to knead at his broad back, slowly working his up to the Engineer’s strong, thick neck. “What the hell do you turncoats want with me?†Engineer asked, trying to ignore the firm but delicate caresses of BLU Spy’s hands. He was scared and madder’n hell. His own teammate had betrayed him and let him fall into the hands of one of those BLU Mother Hubbards. Not only that, but he was helping the man hold him prisoner. “It should be obvious, especially to a man as intelligent as yourself,†RED Spy said, taking a drag of his cigarette. The BLU Spy pulled the collar of Engie’s work shirt down away from his neck and pressed a kiss against the warm skin there. As he sucked on the Engineer’s neck, raising a bruise where it would be hidden by his shirt, he ground his hips against the shorter man’s back. Engineer groaned inwardly. Not this game again. Why doesn’t anyone EVER just ask me? He sighed softly. Well, Ah can play along too. “If you two bean poles don’t untie me right now...†He gave a huge buck, almost unseating the BLU Spy on his back. “Ah will personally shove your head,†he growled, glaring at RED Spy, “up his bee-hind!!" RED Spy chuckled, leering down at Engineer. “I like my lovers with a little fire in zem.†BLU Spy climbed off of Engineer’s back and the two Frenchmen pulled him into a kneeling position. “Come now, Laborer, zere’s no reason we can’t all ‘ave a little fun.†He knelt beside Engie, stroking the Texan’s cheek as he turned the man to face him. “Three men, entertaining zemselves on a Friday night. Relax. We’ll make sure you go ‘ome...’appy.†He leaned forward, mashing his lips against the Engineer’s. When Engie tried to bite his lip, he slapped him across the face, only hard enough to sting, then brushed the tip of his tongue teasingly over the red mark. BLU Spy sank to his knees on Engie’s other side, tracing kisses along his firm jaw and down to his throat. His hand came up and began to unhook the straps on Engie’s overalls, pushing them down to his hips before slipping his hand into the front to stroke the bulge in the Texan’s boxers. Engie tried to suppress a shiver as RED Spy pressed his lips against Engie’s again, forced his mouth open and slipped his tongue past the cowboy’s teeth. After a few moments of token resistance, Engie slid his tongue over Spy’s, leaning into the kiss hungrily. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched by a man, especially one as confident as the Spy. To be the center of attention for two of them was more than he had ever dared to imagine. RED Spy groaned against Engie’s mouth as the Texan’s teeth tugged gently at his bottom lip. He unbuttoned the Engineer’s work shirt and pushed it down his arms, letting it tangle around his bound wrists. He slid a gloved hand under his undershirt, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles in his chest under the thin layer of fat that clung to his solid frame. Engie moaned softly as BLU Spy gave his stiffening cock a firm squeeze, unable to stop himself from grinding up into the Frenchman’s skilled hand. “It would seem our friend, ze Engineer, is enjoying himself more zan he would prefer to let on,†BLU murmured against Engie’s firm shoulder, sinking his teeth into the muscle, not hard enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave a mark. To Engineer’s massive frustration, that teasing hand left his cock and BLU Spy’s lips were removed from his skin, exposing the wet patch to the cool air and raising goosebumps on his flesh. RED Spy chose just that moment to break their kiss, drawing back out of reach of Engie’s questing mouth. “I have always wondered what you looked like without zese silly goggles in ze way,†RED Spy said, trailing his fingers teasingly up from the Texan’s throat to the strap on his goggles before casually pulling them off and tossing them aside onto a pile that already contained Engie’s tool belt and hardhat. “Ah, much better,†he murmured with approval as he gazed into Engie’s dark blue eyes. Engie groaned helplessly as he struggled in vain against the ropes wrapped around his wrists. He wanted his hands free more than ever, but now he wasn’t looking to fight; instead, he wanted to tear off that smug bastard’s suit, wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face and force those lips against his again. Distracted as he was by RED Spy’s teasing, Engie hadn’t noticed the other Spy until he was standing in front of him, slowly stripping out of his suit. He found his eyes drawn to the Frenchman as he coolly slipped out of his jacket, carefully hanging it on a nail jutting from the wall. He watched the thin fingers unbuttoning the waistcoat and shirt, slipping them off with the tie before they joined the jacket. His eyes followed the short, dark hair curling across the firm chest and down the trim stomach until it disappeared past the waistband of his pants. Smiling as he watched the Engineer eying him, he slowly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, sliding them down off of his hips to reveal his black bikini briefs. Engie licked his lips hungrily at the sight of the tip of the Spy’s rather impressive erect cock peeking over the top of his briefs. Ignoring the pleading look in Engie’s eyes, Spy calmly stepped out of his shoes and pants, setting them aside carefully. RED Spy cut Engie’s undershirt open down the center, then covered one of his nipples with his mouth. The Frenchman’s tongue flicked rapidly over the erect nipple, tugging it gently with his teeth and drawing a hiss from the Engineer. Taking pity on his teammate, the Spy plunged his hand into Engie’s underwear, stroking his sorely neglected cock as he used his other hand to draw Engie in for another soul-searing kiss. “Is zis what you like, Ingénieur?†he whispered against the Texan’s open mouth. “Like zis?†He gave his cock a firm stroke, twisting his wrist as he stroked from base to tip, squeezing slightly as he circled the head. He got all the answer he needed as Engie bucked his hips up against his hand. RED Spy lowered his head to Engie’s chest again, kissing his way down the the stout man’s hairy chest to his stomach, freeing his hand from the Engineer’s overalls to pull his pants and underwear down to his knees. Engie bit his bottom lip to quiet a surprised yelp as the Spy buried his face in his lap. The feeling of a tongue tracing a throbbing vein from the base of his prick to the tip drew a moan from his lips. Horny to the point of impatience, the Texan thrust himself into the Frenchman’s mouth. Taking the hint, the man between his legs began to suck his dick eagerly, his loose fist pressed against his lips to increase the delicious suction provided by his mouth. Engie closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of the skilled tongue teasing the underside of his cock, the gentle scrape of his teeth over his hot flesh, the leather gloved hands working over his shaft and balls. When he felt a gentle slap on his cheek, he opened his eyes to see BLU Spy’s throbbing erection less than an inch from his mouth. “Do you like what you see, Laborer?†Engie was speechless. The member being presented to him was, like the man who owned it, long, not too thick, not too thin, but surprisingly solid. “Yessir, Ah like it very much,†Engie rasped, his voice thick with arousal. The Spy reached out a gloved hand and caressed the Engineer’s shaved head, gently coaxing him closer. “Do you want it?†Engie nodded dumbly, not trusting himself to speak coherently just yet. “ ‘Ow much do you want it? Show me?†Engie nodded again, leaning forward carefully to take the head of BLU Spy’s cock into his mouth. He bobbed his head on it lightly, teasing the head with his broad, flat tongue. When the BLU tried to force more of his length past the Texan’s lips, he accommodated him easily. Glancing up at BLU Spy, he saw that the Frenchman’s eyes were nearly closed with bliss. Smiling to himself, he deep-throated the Spy with a lusty groan, caressing his balls with his tongue and bottom lip. When Engie swallowed the Spy’s entire cock, burying his nose in the thatch of dark curls at the base, the masked BLU nearly came right then. Letting a breath hiss between his teeth, BLU grabbed the Engineer’s head and began to fuck his face, muttering and cursing in a mix of French and English. Engie moaned around his throbbing rod as the RED Spy quickened his pace below him. Watching the ruggedly handsome Texan sucking his cock so eagerly was almost more than he could take, so BLU Spy forced himself to remove his dick from the shorter man’s mouth. Taking a moment to catch his breath, BLU Spy dug through his jacket to find his disguise kit. He took a cigarette out of the slim case and lit it, taking a long drag to calm his nerves as he watched his RED counterpart torturing their captive with his casual ministrations. Engie groaned, bucking his hips forcefully against the RED Spy’s mouth. “Okay, fellas, enough’s enough. Can ya untie me, please?†He struggled against the ropes around his wrists again, nearly bucking the RED Spy off of him. “Ah’m not goin’ anywhere like this,†he pleaded, nodding down towards his erection, now cooling in the air as the Spies trade a look with each other. The man was sweating and visibly frustrated. BLU Spy shrugged and looked at RED Spy, leaving the decision up to him. RED Spy looked at his teammate appraisingly. “You will not try to run?†Engie looked at him hopefully. “Hand t’ God, Spah.†He gave them a crooked smile. “Jus’.... get these dang ropes off’a me?†RED looked at BLU and gave him a slight nod. As BLU drew his pistol and aimed it in Engie’s general direction, RED pulled out his balisong and grabbed the rope around Engie’s wrists loosely. “No funny business,†he warned, the coldness in his blue eyes doing nothing to disguise the worry. Engie nodded and RED cut the ropes. “Oh, thank God.†Engie rolled his shoulders and rubbed his chafed wrists gingerly, then stood slowly, stamping his feet to get the blood flowing into them again. Once he could feel his hands again, he casually stripped out of the remainder of his clothes and got back onto his knees. “Now, you fellas gonna leave me t’ finish what ya started or are ya gonna finish th’ job right?†The Spies traded another look. This time, there were eager, leering smiles pasted on their faces that there masks did little to hide. Engie didn’t think he’d seen a more welcome sight in more years than he cared to remember. “Certainement, Laborer,†RED chuckled, bending down to kiss him forcefully. He was shoved out of the way by BLU, who knelt down on Engie’s other side and pressed his lips against the Engineer’s. The three of them began to kiss each other sloppily, their warring tongues tangled between them. Realizing that, in his dedication to pleasing the Texan, the RED Spy’s own arousal had been neglected, Engie wrapped his strong arm around his teammate’s waist, pulling him down to straddle one thigh. With his thigh between the Spy’s legs, he began to grind his leg gently against the stiff bulge in the Frenchman’s crotch. His other hand slipped into the back of the BLU Spy’s underwear, gently kneading his firm ass. BLU Spy grabbed his hand and raised it to his lips. As Engie watched from the corner of one eye, BLU began to kiss the rope burns on his thick wrist, laving over the red marks with his tongue. Engie groaned as the BLU Spy began to suck each of his fingers in turn suggestively. Pulling the Spy back against him roughly, he pushed the thinner man’s underwear down from his hips, sighing as the two Spies’ hands explored his body greedily, clinging to him and each other as though they could depend on one another to hold them together. RED Engineer’s broad hand spread over BLU Spy’s ass, pushing the cheeks apart as one finger slipping carelessly into the crevasse, lazily seeking the pucker of his asshole. The broad, spit-slicked finger circled the tight ring slowly before slipping inside. The Spy relaxed to allow the finger to penetrate further, sighing as as the questing digit found his prostate. His flagging erection immediately leaped back to attention. “ ‘Ow do you want me, Monsieur Ingénieur?†the BLU Spy purred against Engie’s throat. “However ya like,†Engie chuckled. “Ah’m up for whatever, now ya got me here. This ain’t mah first rodeo.†“Bend over for me?†BLU asked, almost afraid he’d pressed his luck. Engie shrugged. “Sure.†In a flash of inspiration, he strapped his knee pads back on his bare knees. “There’s a tin a’grease in mah tool belt we c’n use.†RED Spy looked put out. “And what am I supposed to do, exactly?†Engie gave him a wicked grin. “Don’t think Ah ain’t gonna take care’a you. Lay down, get yourself comfortable.†The RED Spy smiled, then looked down at his suit. His pants were already stained from kneeling, practically laying, on the dirty floor as he went down on the Engineer, not to mention the bloodstains from the day’s battle. A few more stains would make no difference. Opening his jacket and waistcoat briskly, he laid on the floor in front of the Engineer. Engie unzipped Spy’s pants quickly, pulling them down to his thighs and freeing his cock. He stroked it gently, grinning as a glistening drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. His tongue flicked out and licked the drop away, sending a shiver up the Frenchman’s spine. As the Texan knelt over his teammate, tracing his tongue over the head of his dick as his powerful, yet gentle hand worked the shaft, BLU Spy knelt behind him, holding a small tin of grease in his palm. Taking off his gloves, the Spy lifted a liberal amount of the lubricant out of the tin on his fingers, stroked the bulk of it over his rock-hard length. Using his other hand to spread the broad man’s ass, he slipped a greased finger into his tight asshole. As Engie relaxed, the Spy worked a second finger into him, scissoring them to ease him open. Judging by the Engineer’s satisfied moans and lack of tension, this indeed was not his “first rodeo.†Engie pulled RED Spy’s pants down to his ankles with one hand as he eased back onto BLU’s thrusting fingers. Pushing RED’s bent knees apart, he lowered his mouth around his teammates shaft, taking it to the root. He swallowed around it, sending pleased shudders through the RED Spy. He raised his head slowly until only the swollen tip of Spy’s penis remained in his mouth, then deep-throated him again, pressing his nose into the thatch of hair between his thighs and nuzzling it. RED groaned, writhing under him, spreading his hand over the back of Engie’s skull and guiding his rhythm as he bucked his hips slightly against the Texan’s face. BLU Spy couldn’t bear the sounds of the other two men’s moaning any longer. Grabbing Engineer’s hips, he pressed himself against the shorter man’s opening, spreading his hole as he eased into him. It took all of Engie’s tremendous will not to clench his teeth on RED Spy’s dick as BLU penetrated him. Removing his mouth from RED Spy’s cock, he began to stroke his teammate firmly, tracing kisses passionately up one thigh from hip to knee, and back down the other, rubbing his stubbly against the Frenchman’s thigh as he bit back a groan. It took several thrusts for the BLU Spy to work his entire length into the Engineer, but once he was buried in him to the hilt, he slipped almost all the way out before slamming into him again. This time the Engineer really did cry out, momentarily forgetting about the RED Spy. The Texan lowered himself onto his elbows, laying his head against RED Spy’s long, lean thigh, panting, his hot breath wafting over the prone man’s spit-slicked prick. Despite RED’s coaxing, Engie waited until BLU found his rhythm before returning his attention to the desperate man. Ducking under the pants tangled around RED’s ankles, Engineer slipped his head back between his thighs. Engie stuck his finger into his mouth, covering the broad digit with a good amount of saliva, and pushed his finger into RED’s tight anus before taking his cock back into his mouth. He bobbed his head on RED’s length, matching the thrusting of his finger to the rhythm of his mouth. He worked the knuckle of his middle finger against RED’s taint, moaning against the man’s throbbing flesh. RED Spy dug his fingers into Engineer’s broad shoulders, head thrown back as Engie’s finger caressed that sweet spot deep inside of him. “Mon Dieu!†RED groaned. “N'arrêtez pas...†He had lapsed into mangled, incoherent French as he moaned and bucked against the Texan. Engineer smiled inwardly, regretting only that his other hand wasn’t free to caress the wiry chest and stomach laid out before him. If he wasn’t forced to support his weight on both of his elbows just now, his hands would be all over the Frenchman, stroking his lean sides, teasing his nipples, sliding over every part of him that he could reach. Another time, perhaps. Meanwhile, BLU Spy was thrusting into Engie’s backside, hands digging into his hips hard enough to leave bruises. With each thrust, BLU was prodding the Texan’s prostate, pushing him closer to orgasm, but Engie held back. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of his first time being fucked from both ends, being completely possessed by two utterly confident, almost unbearably sexy men. Most importantly, he wanted to get them off first. If a thing was worth doing, it was worth doing well, and he didn’t like to leave a job half done. To that end, he focused more of his attention on the RED Spy, trying to ignore the BLU Spy pounding into his behind. Slipping his middle finger into the RED Spy, he worked his thumb against the skin between his scrotum and anus, massaging it as his fingers prodded Spy’s sweet spot. Mirroring the quickening rhythm of his fingers, Engie bobbed his head faster on the Spy’s cock, his tongue teasing the sensitive underside as the head rubbed against the ridged roof of his mouth. Engie could feel the throbbing of Spy’s cock becoming more insistent as he hummed against the hot shaft. “Ingénieur, I’m...I’m going to--†That was all the warning Engie got before RED Spy’s hand spread over the back of his head and forced him down on his cock. Engie somehow managed to breathe calmly through his nose, eagerly waiting for the taste of RED’s salty, sticky seed. The Frenchman did not disappoint him, almost immediately erupting into Engineer’s mouth, his semen splattering in warm ropes against the back of the Texan’s throat. Engie swallowed as much as he could, but as RED Spy slipped out of his mouth, a bit of cum dribbled over Engie’s bottom lip. Spy watched, entranced, as Engie’s tongue peeked out of his mouth and caught the drop of cum on his lip and lapped it back up. Engie gave Spy a devilish grin and, making sure he had his teammate’s undivided attention, licked Spy’s cock clean. Spy returned Engie’s smile and pressed their lips together, purring at the taste of himself on Engie’s tongue. Watching the other Spy get off drove BLU Spy over the edge. He began to drive himself harder and faster into the RED Engineer, leaning against the Texan’s broad, muscular back to reach Engie’s cock. BLU stroked Engie’s member in time with his own thrusts, squeezing as he stroked towards the head. Engie groaned against RED Spy’s mouth, letting go of his resistance completely. RED Spy wondered who would last longer, the BLU Spy or the Engineer. He slipped his legs from around the Engineer’s neck and laid back on the floor casually, watching them. He didn’t have long to wait. BLU Spy gave a final thrust and groaned, sinking his teeth into Engineer’s back as he came, filling Engie with his cum. Immediately, Engineer sank his teeth into his forearm, crying out as he came, his semen oozing between BLU Spy’s fingers as he was stroked to completion. Exhausted, Engie collapsed slowly onto his side, BLU Spy slipping out of him as he let his weight fall to the floor. BLU lazily coiled against Engie’s thighs, licking Engie’s seed off of his hand, careful not to miss a drop. Not to be left out, RED cleaned the Texan’s cock with his tongue before laying his head on the man’s well-muscled arm. “Zat was incredible,†RED Spy murmured, drawing a cigarette from his disguise kit and lighting it. He offered one to BLU, who accepted it gratefully, glad that he wouldn’t have to leave the warmth of his two new lovers’ sides to retrieve one from his own jacket. Ignoring RED’s offered lighter, he lit his cigarette from the end of the RED Spy’s own. The three men lay on the floor together for several minutes, discussing everything they could think of but the war. Once the Spies had finished their second cigarette each, it was time to go back to their respective bases. Reluctantly, they all stood and began to collect their scattered clothing, dressing as slowly as they dared. As Engineer laced up his work boots, BLU Spy handed RED Spy three cigarettes to replace the two he smoked, then went to retrieve the Engineer’s hardhat from the corner of the shed. Engineer slipped his goggles back on and smiled at the two Spies. “Well, fellas, Ah sure had a good time. Haven’t had that much fun in a long while.†He kissed each of them in turn. “But, next time you two wanna play, could ya ask me first?†He grinned at the pair ruefully as he rubbed the bruise on his temple. BLU Spy smiled roguishly and placed the hardhat on Engineer’s head. “Ah, but mon amant, where is ze fun in zhat?†He pinched Engie’s cheek and, with a final wink, cloaked and disappeared. RED Spy gave Engie a broad smile and threw an arm around his shoulders. “Well, I cannot speak for my BLU counterpart, but I would be more zhan happy to ask. Speaking of which, I do ‘ave a number of other games I would like us to play togezher.†Engie sighed goodnaturedly. “That sounds great, but not tonight. Mah bottom feels like Ah spent the last two hours ridin’ bareback on a jackhammer.†RED Spy snorted laughter as he walked with Engie back to the base, tightening his arm around the shorter man possessively as the Texan slipped a large hand into the Spy’s back pocket -Fin Dedicated to my best beta, jeffian. :P
This is terrible. what are you doing. jk lawl You know I already love this. Glad you got the courage to post it!
AHHH I loved it! So sensual and to see both Spies want Engie? YESSSSS
"Why doesn’t anyone EVER just ask me?" i lol'd. but yes this is all kinds of hot hot hot
Wow, I'm so glad people actually like this. I'm actually going to finish the other fics I have lined up now. Hopefully they get half the positive response this fic did.
Oh man. OP, you have no idea how happy you just made me. I have been starving for some good Spy/Engineer for a while now and to wake up and see this gem was glorious. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go back to my bunk and read this again.
I am so, so okay with this.
>>4 Mm. Yes, this Engie seems to be quite...experienced. Any chance we'd get to see some of his past/future escapades?
>>8 Well, I intended for this to be a one-off but I do have some ideas about some past adventures. If I ever flesh them out, I'll post them.
This was good, not the best thing I've read but how long have I been on TF2chan? 2..? 3 years? Who knows. What I do know is it isn't perfect but it's definitely /not/ bad. I think most of your problem is awkward wording, words that, yeah, /mean/ what you want to say but don't really fit the mood. Also, something you should think about is using words not just in the dialogue that the character would actually say. I don't mean that you have to write in first person and no other P.O.V. is allowed but just some little things, basically don't write anything the character /wouldn't/ say and make sure you can at least somewhat unawkwardly say it out loud to yourself. Back to awkwardness- though, maybe my mind is just still mixed up in the high school habit of giggling whenever you hear things like 'anus' but being able to seriously say things like 'ass'. I don't want to make this too much longer or go back and find exact instances where I found these flaws, so I'll leave you these two links and remind you that considering things I've read this was great and I'd love to see more from you. http://www.floggingthequill.com/flogging_the_quill/2006/week6/index.html http://www.literotica.com/s/writing-quality-sex-scenes
This needs to be drawn.
>>10 Thanks a lot for the links. I'll try to incorporate them into my future stories. If you see any especially jarring flaws in my story, let me know. I've got no problem polishing a piece to make it better.
was much enjoyed
Okay, while I do some research and editing on "Lovelier" I decided to work on a sequel of sorts for this story to clear up some of the cobwebs on my brain. I just need someone to give her a gander before I put her up. Any takers, please e-mail me. Thanks.
You asked for it and here it is. Some more RED Engineer/RED Spy. (betaed by stubs ((thanks a lot)) and dedicated to all the Engie/Spy fans) If there are any formatting errors, it's my fault. Well, enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paso Doble Saturday morning, before the others had awoken, before dawn even, RED Spy was fully dressed and hard at work in the kitchen. He was grating sharp cheddar cheese into a mixture of eggs, diced tomato and green pepper, and small strips of ham. Once he judged that there was quite enough cheese, he whipped the mixture briskly, making sure it was blended thoroughly. Spy began to hum happily as he lightly greased a cast iron skillet with butter and poured the eggs into the hot pan. Adjusting the flame carefully, he sang to himself softly, flipping the omelette expertly in the pan with a single flick of the spatula. The previous night had been wonderful. He had been watching the Engineer for months, admiring his intelligence, his sense of humor, his nearly infinite patience, well, almost everything about his humble Southern boy demeanor. Of course, Spy would never admit that to anyone, even under pain of torture. Lately, he had begun to desire the shorter man’s body; the Texan was not exactly svelte or classically handsome like the Spy was, but despite his weight and short stature, he was quite fit, his arms and legs well-muscled from running with the weight of his immense machines and toolboxes. Friday night, he’d finally gotten his hands on the Engineer and had not been disappointed to find him a capable lover. After a night of reflection, however, he’d begun to feel an unfamiliar sense of unease that he eventually recognized as guilt. He felt bad about his part in plotting with the BLU Spy to trap the poor, beleaguered man and force him into submitting to them. Though the Texan had quickly proven himself quite willing, perhaps even flattered at the attention, Spy couldn’t help wanting to make things up to his teammate. This is why he was up, at this ungodly hour, making breakfast for the stout Texan. The Spy plated the omelette, adding a sprig of parsley for presentation, then placed the plate on a tray with a mug of hot coffee, a cherry danish, and a glass of orange juice. Whistling brightly, he carried the tray through the empty halls to Engie’s workshop. Balancing the tray on one hand, he tested the doorknob. The door, of course, was locked securely. Not one to be discouraged by something as simple as a locked door, Spy set the tray down on the floor and slipped a lock pick set from his inner jacket pocket. He knelt by the the door, fiddling with the deadbolt for a few seconds before the lock clicked open. With a smug smirk, Spy stood, lifting the tray again, before punching an eight-digit code into the electronic keypad on the door just above the doorknob. He felt a slight twinge of regret as he let himself into Engie’s workspace; the properly paranoid Engineer had built and installed the locks and keypad on this door himself, specifically to keep people like Spy out. He would not be pleased to know that his security measures had been thwarted so easily. Once inside, Spy looked around curiously. There was a lamp still lit over Engineer’s drafting table and the floor was scattered with tools, broken parts and scrap metal. The Frenchman turned up his nose slightly in disgust at the mess. Engineer was never one to leave his workshop in such disarray. Everything had its proper place and he was very particular about imposing a sort of order on the chaos of the glorified storage room. Then again, after the night he’d had, Spy supposed he couldn’t blame him for not having the energy to tidy up before he collapsed into his bed. Spy carefully stepped over the various bits of debris on the concrete floor, listening for any signs that the Engineer was awake as he made his way to the tiny room where the Texan slept. When he finally reached the door to the small bedroom, he could hear the soft snores of the sleeping man in the single bed in the corner. Spy delicately laid the tray on the dresser where it would be safe, then crept over to the bed, careful not to make the slightest sound. Engineer lay on his bed, almost spreadeagled across the mattress, his limbs tangled in his sheets with one leg hanging over the side. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of red boxers with a Teddy Roosebelt pattern; Spy was barely able to suppress a laugh at the thought of someone so manly wearing underwear with teddy bears on it. He leaned down over the Engineer, raising an amused eyebrow at the smile on Engie’s face. He almost regretted having to wake him from what was surely a pleasant dream. Almost. Spy’s grin broadened mischievously as he reached out and shook Engie awake, ducking out of the way as the stout Texan swung his wrench wildly at the spot where the Spy’s head had just been. “Bonjour, Laborer,†the Frenchman said cheerfully, looking as though he had every right to be there. “Spah?!†Engineer was clutching his chest, waiting for his racing heart to stop pounding. “What the hell are ya doin’ in mah room?†He turned on his bedside lamp, grabbed the clock from his nightstand and glared at it like it had personally insulted his mother. “It’s not even five o’clock in the goshdarned mornin’! How th’ hell’d you even get in here? Ah know Ah locked mah door last night.†He practically slammed his alarm clock back down on his nightstand as he stood, glaring daggers at the intruder. Spy reached out and caressed Engineer’s clenched jaw with the back of one gloved hand, his lips pursed in amused indignation. “Mon cher, to a man of my skill, iron bars do not a prison make, nor locked doors a barricade. I will always find a way.†Though the frown remained set on the Texan’s face, his eyes (cobalt blue, the Spy noticed) softened slightly. Engie let Spy’s hand linger on his face perhaps a moment longer than he should have before gently knocking it away. “Ever occur to you that Ah lock mah door for a reason?†He folded his arms and stepped back, putting some distance between him and the smug Frenchman. “And Ah’m pretty sure that ain’t how that poem goes.†“You’re familiar with Richard Lovelace? Mon amant, I did not know you read poetry.†Spy was suitably impressed. “Yeah? Well, that’s just one more thing ya never asked me.†Engie shoved past Spy and headed into his bathroom, practically slamming the door behind him. “Ah, Ingénieur, you cut me to ze quick,†Spy groaned theatrically, though the comment had genuinely stung. He got only the sound of a flushing toilet and running water in reply. A moment later, Engineer exited the bathroom, drying his hands on a red hand towel. “And you’re still here,†Engie muttered, looking more resigned than surprised as he tossed the hand towel back over the rack on the side of the sink. “Whaddya want?†The Frenchman ignored the question. “You sleep with your wrench?†Spy asked, his eyebrow quirked slightly, a thin smile stretched across his face as he folded his hands behind his back. Engineer thought about tossing a boot at him, but he simply scrubbed a hand exhaustedly down the side of his face. “So what if Ah sleep with mah wrench? That still doesn’t tell me why you’re in mah danged room.†Engie ground out the words between his teeth, trying to hold on to his patience as long as possible. “Well, I came to, ah, apologize, I suppose.†The Frenchman reached into his jacket and withdrew his disguise kit, took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag from it, inhaling a sense of calm with the fragrant smoke of his preferred brand’s blend of tobacco. “I ‘ave even brought you a... peace offering, if you will.†He gestured his hand vaguely towards the tray on Engie’s dresser. The corners of Engie’s mouth drew downwards in a confused frown, eyes narrowed at Spy as the rogue tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the floor. Without turning his back on his devious teammate, he sidled over to the dresser, leaning over the plate to sniff at the food suspiciously. “Seems all right,†he admitted reluctantly. Spy laughed softly, an undignified snorting sort of sound that surprised Engineer only a little. It was a warm sort of laugh, not the cold mocking laughter Engie was used to. He was definitely finding humor at Engie’s expense, but it was in a good-natured sort of way. After a few seconds, the Texan crossed his arms and waited as calmly as he could for the snickering to stop. The taller man walked over and put an arm around Engie’s shoulders, wiping a mirthful tear from his eye with the heel of his other hand. “What? Did you think I ‘ad poisoned it? Non, of course it is fine. Better zhan ze swill I’m sure Soldier will be trying to feed ze ozhers today.†Spy released Engie and motioned toward the tray more emphatically. “Go on, eat, eat. While it is still warm. It is not everyday zhat I cook for someone, you know.†Engineer eyed Spy more closely, but seeing nothing more than a mild sort of amusement in the man’s face, he shrugged and decided not to let Spy’s hard work go to waste. Engie carried the tray back to his bed and sat down with his back against the wall where the headboard would have been before he started to eat. As he tucked into the omelette, which was surprisingly good, he watched Spy wander around his bedroom, examining the few personal items Engie had left out in plain view. “So, you never did tell me why you’re here so dang early in th’ morning.†“Ah, well, I didn’t think it wise to be seen entering your room, let alone carrying a tray of food for you.†Spy gently picked up a framed photo of a young boy and older man, both wearing goggles, from a small writing desk near the door. The boy was obviously a young Engineer, so Spy assumed the man must be his father. Tracing his thumb briefly over the boy’s face, he placed the picture back where it belonged before picking up a clean ashtray and sitting at the foot of Engie’s bed. “I didn’t want to have to answer any...uncomfortable questions,†he continued, absently flicking his ashes into the glass ashtray balanced carefully on his thigh. “Hmm.†The Texan scrubbed his hand over his face again before picking up his cup of coffee and taking an experimental sip. It was better than the usual cup o’ joe he drank in the mornings, but then again, anything would taste better than that brown dishwater the company tried to pass off as coffee. Unbeknownst to Engie, Spy had given him some of the coffee from his own stash, specially ordered from a company in France. If he was going to make breakfast for someone, Spy was determined to do it properly. “I fixed it ze way you like it: easy on ze cream and three sugars. I ‘ope you don’t mind zhat I used actual cream and not zhat powdered coffee whitener ze higher-ups keep trying to foist on us.†Spy’s lip curled briefly in distaste as he crushed out his cigarette and lit up another. “So, tell me something about yourself, something not covered by our company’s secrecy policy.†Engineer thought carefully, trying to think of something that the Spy wouldn’t be able to use against him later. Taking another sip of coffee, he looked away from Spy before saying, “Well, Ah’ve been known to enjoy poetry.†“Oui, so I’ve gathered. Any poets in particular?†Spy stole a cherry from Engie’s danish and popped it into his mouth, licking the sticky jelly from his glove. “No one’s really asked me that before, but if Ah had t’ choose, Ah suppose Robert Frost’d be on th’ list. Also read some e. e. cummings, Phillis Wheatley, Emily Dickinson, and a few by Walt Whitman, even though on th’ whole Ah can’t stand his stuff.†“Ah, American poets, of course,†Spy said dismissively. “Ah’ve read some of the classics, of course, but well, Ah’m not gonna sit here and apologize for what Ah like. You asked and now ya know.†Engie huffed into his cup of coffee and looked away from Spy, focusing on a spot on the far wall. “What about you, Frenchie?†“A few French poets I’m sure you’ve never ‘eard of, so I won’t waste my time or yours listing zhem, but... I do enjoy Milton’s Paradise Lost, and Dante’s Divine Comedy. Of course, zhey’re probably too elegant for a man of your simple tastes.†He raised an eyebrow at the American, blowing one smoke ring through another as he watched Engie’s ears redden with suppressed annoyance. Engie knew Spy was just trying to get a rise out of him, but he took the bait anyway. “For the record, Ah have read Paradise Lost. And there’s more t’ poetry than just elegance. Ah’ve read some pretty mediocre poetry, by your standards anyway, that Ah enjoyed just ‘cause it struck a chord with me, emotionally.†He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “Awww, it’s too early in th’ mornin’ for poetic debates anyways.†“Absolument, mon ami. We can argue poetry and literature later.†Seeing that Engie had left his orange juice largely untouched, Spy picked up the glass and took a sip. “Tell me something else about yourself. I am beginning to believe zhat you may be worth my time after all.†He nudged Engie gently with his foot to show that he wasn’t being entirely serious. The long-suffering Engineer was past taking anything Spy said to heart, but it was pleasant to hear the Frenchman compliment him, even backhandedly. Engie wasn’t entirely able to hide the smile beginning to show on his face. “Somethin’ else...†He shrugged. “Sorry, Ah got nothin’. ‘M not really all that interesting.†“Well, tell me, ‘ow old were you when you first realized you were ‘omosexual?†Engie nearly spit out the coffee in his mouth. Choking it down with some harsh coughing, he looked up at Spy in complete disbelief. “Whoa, now! That’s kinda personal, ain’t it?†he coughed out. He grabbed his glass of orange juice out of Spy’s hand and took a sip to clear his throat before he handed it back. It was Spy’s turn to shrug, lifting one shoulder slightly as he drank deliberately from the side of the glass Engie had used. “I’m merely curious. Besides, it is not as though you can deny your past experiences with men. After all, last night was ‘not your first rodeo’, as you so quaintly put it.†Engie scratched the back of his neck, face reddening slowly. “Yeah, all right, but Ah’m not gay. Ah’m...bisexual. Ah’ve been with m’ fair share of ladies. Jus’ happen to prefer men. Easier t’ get along with, y’know?†Spy couldn’t help but laugh. “You are, as zhey say, ‘preaching to ze choir’, mon ami.†He finished the rest of the orange juice and set the glass down on the tray. “Well?†“What?†When Spy merely stared at him, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray and lighting another without taking his eyes off of Engie, the flustered Texan sighed. “You know, this ain’t something a fella usually talks about.†“Oui, oui, I’m familiar with you Americans and your backward attitudes about sexuality. Why it should matter what two, or more, consenting adults do behind closed doors is beyond me, mon cher.†“Yeah, well, not ever’body’s as open-minded and understandin’ as th’ French.†Engineer’s face darkened with bitterness and an old shame. Spy resisted the urge to smooth away the frown creasing the shorter man’s brow. With a sigh, Engie picked up the danish and tore it in half, offering one piece to the Spy, who accepted it gratefully. “You asked me when Ah realized Ah was...well, this way.†He tore a small piece out of the danish and chewed it thoughtfully. “Dunno how t’ answer that. Mean, it’s not like Ah woke up one mornin’, whipped out mah diary and wrote ‘June 16th, 1954, found out Ah like penis. How ‘bout that?’.†He put another piece of pastry into his mouth, listening to his companion stifle a short bark of laughter. “So, ‘ow did you figure it out?†Engie ran a hand over the short hair on his scalp, smoothing down the dark stubble distractedly. “Guess Ah kinda always knew. Didn’t occur to me t’ think that women’s bodies were better than men’s, or the other way ‘round, jus’ that people weren’t too thrilled with the idea of two guys goin’ at it. Not that it really mattered. Ah liked ladies enough and was comfortable enough with ‘em t’ get by. Didn’t even have anybody t’ be queer with until college.†Engie cleared his throat, blushing fiercely. “Like Ah said, it’s not somethin’ Ah’ve got a lot of practice talkin’ about.†“I see.†Spy had finished his half of the pastry and was licking the last of the sugar from his gloves. “I ‘ad my first experience when I was seventeen years old. It was awkward, fumbling, messy, but absolutely wonderful.†He smiled, his eyes distant with the memory. “Ze human body is like a work of art; each one is different, unique, beautiful in its own way. Naturally, I long to appreciate as many of zhem as I can, without limiting myself to one gender.†Engie chuckled, polished off the cherry center of his half of the danish and wiped his hands on the remains of the undershirt he had worn the previous day. “Heh, guess Ah never thought of it that way before.†He stood and placed the tray back on his dresser, then sat back down on the bed. “Well, you should. Frankly, I’m surprised zhat a man with such a love for poetry has so very little of it in ‘is soul,†Spy chided playfully as he crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray and put it on a crate at the foot of Engineer’s bed, careful not to disturb any of the books arranged on it. He looked up at Engie and smiled, then brushed the backs of his fingers over the man’s stubbled cheek. His brows drew together when he noticed a small blotch of the cherry filling from the danish on Engie’s bottom lip. “Ah, you ‘ave a... a little... non, I’ll get it,†he murmured as he leaned forward. Spy licked the jelly off of Engineer’s lip gently, murring softly when the tip of his tongue was met by Engie’s own. Engineer gently coaxed Spy’s tongue between his lips, sucking at it until he drew a moan from the Frenchman’s throat. Wincing slightly at the taste of smoke on his lover’s lips, Engie deepened the kiss. His broad hands spread over Spy’s back, pulling him onto the Texan’s lap. Two gloved hands came up to cup both sides of his face and the thin fingers traced lightly over the edges of his ears. Engie slipped a hand between their bodies, slowly stroking over the Spy’s flat stomach until he found the buttons on his waistcoat. He unfastened each button carefully, mindful not to damage Spy’s precious suit. As the Engineer worked at loosening his tie, Spy shrugged out of his jacket and waistcoat, tossing both carelessly to the floor. He would worry about any potential stains later. Right now, all he wanted was to get out of this stifling suit as quickly as possible so that he could feel the hot press of the Texan’s flesh against his own. To his frustration, Engineer seemed determined to take his time in stripping him. When Spy went to unbutton his shirt, Engie caught both of his thin hands in one of his own, pressing them to his bare chest as he tugged the taller man’s bottom lip with his teeth. “Nuh uh. If we’re gonna do this, we’re doin’ it right.†Pulling Spy tighter against him, he stood, lifting him easily, before turning to lay him out on the bed. Engineer stretched out over him, pressing his lips to the corner of Spy’s mouth as he began to unbutton the rogue’s shirt with the slow, deliberate pace that was typical of the short machinist. Once the silk shirt was open, Engie kissed every inch of exposed skin, his calloused fingers exploring the narrow torso with a maddeningly light touch. Every gasp he caused was sweeter to him than the notes of a well-tuned guitar as he committed his lover’s body to memory with his mouth. Spy writhed against the mattress, his penis so hard it ached. He couldn’t bear the torturously hot caresses of the Engineer, but at the same time, he never wanted them to stop. He suppressed a moan as Engie’s hands gently slid over his hips, brushing briefly against the hardness there before they pinned him to the mattress. Propping himself on his elbows, Spy watched as Engie traced a path of kisses down the center of his stomach, stopping when he reached the waistband of Spy’s trousers. Engie’s smoldering gaze flicked up to his face, watching the Frenchman watch him as he unbuckled his belt with his teeth. Seeing Engineer unfastening his trousers with his teeth was too much. Spy threw his head back on the pillows and buried his face in the crook of his elbow as Engie divested him of his pants and shoes. “Ne vous arrêtez pas, mon cher, ne jamais s'arrêter.†Engineer didn’t speak French, but there was no mistaking the pleading sound of that throaty moan. He nuzzled the crotch of the Spy’s underwear, inhaling his musk; the scent of a man had always been one of Engie’s biggest turn-ons and the wet patch in Spy’s red silk boxers where the pre-cum had soaked through was not helping at all. Or maybe it was helping quite a bit, depending on your point of view. It didn’t take half a second for him to strip Spy of his boxers too, freeing his straining erection from their confines. His tongue traced a vein from the base of Spy’s throbbing hard-on to the head before enveloping it in his mouth. Feeling the heat of Engineer’s breath surrounding his member as that clever tongue teased his shaft, Spy arched his back and thrust into the Texan’s throat. As the machinist accommodated him easily, deep-throating him with enthusiasm, Spy tore off his gloves and smoothed his bare hands over Engie’s bristly hair. The feeling of Engineer’s mouth and throat working over his length as his tongue laved over his scrotum was delicious. Spy held him there as long as he dared, finally letting his lover come up for air. When Engie turned his attentions from Spy’s aching cock to drag his teeth over Spy’s throat, the Frenchman growled in frustration. “Come now, mon amant, surely you don’t mean to make me beg,†he groaned. Engie chuckled, nibbling at the edge of Spy’s mask. “Ah mean t’ make you do a lot more’n that.†His voice was low, filled with want, his hips grinding against Spy’s to relieve some of the aching pressure in his own throbbing cock. Somewhere in his lust-fogged mind, Engineer was shocked at his own brazen behavior, but the sight of his suave teammate lying in his bed, begging for him, was doing all kinds of things for him. Putting his mouth directly against the Frenchman’s ear, he whispered, “Tell me what ya want me t’ do to you.†The warm breath against his sensitive skin made the rogue shiver slightly. In reply, the Frenchman’s thin fingers caressed the bulge tenting out the front of Engie’s underwear. “I want you to fuck me, Ingénieur. I want you to dominate me, to possess me completely.†This was an aspect of the Engineer that Spy had never seen before, never even suspected had existed before today. Even when he was taking on both of the Spies at the same time, he had been the more submissive man, letting the others take the lead. Today, though, he was aggressive, an animal of lust, and Spy found it slightly intimidating. He could not get enough of it. Engie reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. Spy relaxed slightly as he watched Engineer fumble the lid off of the container and toss it over his shoulder; this slightly flustered clumsiness was more in line with the side of Engineer that he was used to. A bead of sweat traced a path down his chest as he lifted a healthy dollop out of the jar on his broad fingers. Suddenly, Engie seemed torn, caught between his lust and his better judgment. “You, uh, ya sure about this, pardner? Ah mean, Ah’m not the tallest man in th’ world, but God saw fit t’ make up for it in other ways and Ah, well, Ah wouldn’t wanna hurt ya none.†If Spy hadn’t seen it for himself the day before, he might have believed the shorter man was merely bragging. While it wasn’t large to the point of the grotesque, the Engineer was in possession of a rather impressive package. Engie shivered slightly as Spy chuckled, licking the shell of his ear. “I believe I can ‘andle it, mon cher.†“Well, if you say so, mister.†One broad finger circled the Spy’s hole, smearing it with the Vaseline, before it pressed inside. Spy gasped as he was entered, sighing as the finger was joined by a second. The thrusting of those two fingers inside of him was exquisite and when they found his prostate, he couldn’t suppress his moan of ecstasy. Engie’s thumb began to massage his perineum as the other hand stroked Spy’s cock. The fingers inside of him scissored, opening him further, and suddenly it was all too much. “Now, quickly, Laborer! I want you inside of me, now!†Spy gripped Engie’s shoulders so hard, he would have bruises there before the day was out. “S’il vous plait,†he pleaded. Engie didn’t have to be told twice. He pushed down the front of his own boxers, sighing as his erection sprang free. Slathering his cock with the Vaseline, he guided himself into the Spy’s tight ass. Pushing one of Spy’s knees against the wall and lifting his other leg over his arm to open him up a bit more, he slipped more of his length into him. With each slow, deliberate stroke, more of his cock pressed into the Spy. As the Frenchman cried out when Engie finally hit that sweet spot, he was thankful that he’d soundproofed his room; he was sure that, otherwise, everyone on base would be able to hear them. Once he found his rhythm, Engie pressed his lips against Spy’s fiercely, kissing him with a hunger he hadn’t known he was capable of feeling for the sneaky spook. The Spy’s mouth claimed his with equal ferocity, his tongue tasting, teasing, tormenting the Texan’s, and he couldn’t get enough. Judging by the hands running all over his body, digging nails into his skin hard enough to raise welts, Spy was feeling it too. Though Spy had abandoned his effort to maintain control and had become very vocal about the pleasure coursing through his body and setting him alight, the Engineer was frustratingly quiet. He seemed to be willfully forcing himself to make as little noise as possible and it was maddening to the rogue. “Come, moan for me, mon petite. Let me hear you,†he whispered into Engie’s parted lips. “N-nah. That’s.... that’s alright.†Spy could actually hear the effort as he strained to keep his voice steady. Engie smiled deviously as he kissed the Spy again. He wasn’t much of screamer by nature anyway, but seeing that his silence was wearing on Spy’s nerves made him just that much more determined not to make a sound. Though, if the purrs coming from the Frenchman as Engie lifted his thin fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them were any indication, he would get over it. “Harder, harder, mon cher,†Spy groaned. “Harder, you got it.†Engie lifted his partner’s hips slightly, driving himself into him harder and deeper as he gripped the bed for balance. Engineer’s powerful thrusts rocked the Spy’s whole body, practically lifting him off of the bed with each stroke. He dragged his manicured nails down the Texan’s back and cried out in a broken mix of French, English and other languages Engie was too far gone to identify. The legs around his waist gripped him tighter as his broad hands gripped the mattress so hard his knuckles turned white. He stifled his moans by burying his face against Spy’s shoulder, alternately kissing and nibbling every bare inch of skin he could reach. “Gahd, damn it, Spah. You feel so good,†he groaned. Between the delicious friction of Engineer’s sweaty stomach rubbing against his throbbing cock, Engineer’s own thick member pounding into him, and the Texan’s quiet moans, Spy didn’t think he could hold out much longer. “Cum for me, mon amant, mon cher. Come on, cum for me,†Spy murmured, clinging to Engineer passionately. “Don’t think Ah have much choice there, honey.†Engineer’s breath was coming in harsh pants now and he gave up on trying to quiet his cries of pleasure. Hooking his arms behind Spy’s back to grip his shoulders, he pressed himself more securely against the man lying under him. His thrusts became harder and more frantic as he drove himself to the brink of orgasm inside of his lover. Seeing the ever-composed Engineer finally lose control pushed Spy over the edge. Arching his back against Engie, he came, his semen splattering against his stomach. The mess smeared between the two men’s bellies as the Texan erupted inside of him. Engie gave a few last weak thrusts, finally stopping when he was completely drained. Spy pressed his lips against Engineer’s gently as his softening penis slipped out of him, leaving him feeling empty but content. After a few minutes of resting his head tiredly against Spy’s shoulder, Engineer let him up to retrieve his disguise kit. He adjusted his boxers to cover himself and lay on his back on the mattress, making room for the Frenchman when he returned to the bed. The rogue took off his shirt and slipped into bed with Engie, lifting the covers over them as they lazed together. Spy lit a cigarette and lay back against Engineer’s shoulder. “Some day, Laborer, I will be ze one making you beg and scream for me.†“Well, you’re welcome t’ come an’ try any ol’ time you like, mister,†Engie chuckled, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his free hand. “Challenge accepted, mon ami.†Spy finished his cigarette and retrieved the ashtray so he could crush it out. When he turned to lay back against Engineer, he saw the man was beginning to doze off. “What? You are not going to kick me out of your room like a used prostitute?†he asked, shaking Engie awake. “Naw, as long as you promise not t’ touch anything.†It was warm, almost cozy, with the Spy lying beside him and he didn’t feel much like moving if he didn’t have to. Spy traced a finger down Engineer’s chest. “Oh, mon cher, is that really a promise you want me to keep?†he purred. Engie caught his hand and kissed the backs of his fingers drowsily. “That’s not what Ah meant and you know it.†Knowing he was defeated, and not really wanting to leave Engineer’s side just yet, Spy curled up against him. “Fine zhen, a promise,†he muttered. “Just zhis once.†He laid his head on Engie’s chest and the sounds of the dozing man’s beating heart and regular breathing lulled him to sleep as well. Engie woke up hours later to find himself tucked back under his blankets and the Spy gone. Apparently he had taken the breakfast tray with him. Engie stretched and got out of bed to gather his things for a much needed shower. When he threw off his covers, he saw that Spy had absconded with his underwear as well. “Gahdanged Spah,†Engie muttered in annoyance. “Oh well, he’ll be back.†With that, Engie put on his worn overalls, grabbed his towel and his goggles, and headed off to the locker room.
Hot and romantic, my favorite!
Awww. So amazingly in character and everything and pretty romantic, you have my attention. Please bring us more so we all have no lives and read this forever. Haha
((This is a bit fluffy, but I feel the need to put it here because it's part of this story. Stupid writer's block.)) -------------------------------------------------------------- Secret Serenade The RED Engineer couldn’t figure out what to do. He’d been mulling it over in his head for days. The night he’d had sex with the two Spies, the morning he spent with his own team’s Spy. Now, both Spies were dropping very strong hints that they were interested in spending more time with him, on or off the field. He was often aware of the smell of expensive, fragrant cigarette smoke around him when no one was in sight. He could hear quiet laughter on the field as his sentries or dispensers were sapped. As he pried off the sappers, a light hand would brush his cheek or back before disappearing. Occasionally, if no one was around, one Spy or the other would uncloak and chat or flirt with him before vanishing again. It was irritating the hell out of him. He decided that this called for desperate measures. Grabbing his guitar and a case of Red Shed beer, he hopped into his truck and went for a short drive in the desert off base. As he started the engine, he could almost swear he felt someone climb into the bed of his truck, but when he checked his rear view mirror, there was no one there. He turned on a local country music station and tapped the steering wheel, whistling along as he drove over the sandy ground. When he was far enough that he could only just see the lights of the base, he parked the truck, nose pointed back towards “home†and got out. Taking his guitar, Charlotte, out of the passenger seat, he went to the back of the truck, lowered the tailgate and climbed into the bed. He took out his wrench and began to build a dispenser. This one was a custom job, the only dispenser he knew of with a drink cooler in it. He also had one with a heater in it for fighting on cold bases and one that dispensed snacks instead of metal. He prided himself on his custom jobs, things he’d knocked together out of boredom or to help him muddle through other problems. Once he had the dispenser built up, he dumped his beers into the cooler drawer and set it near the tailgate. Engie picked up his guitar, perched himself on the tailgate, and began to tune up Charlotte. Once he was satisfied, he began to strum idly, mulling over the thoughts in his head. Slowly, he began to pick out individual notes, seemingly at random, before a melody started to emerge. As he played, he began to hum softly, ignoring the familiar itch along the back of his neck. There was no way there was a Spy this far out from base. If there was, he would have smelled the cigarette smoke, he assured himself. No, he was completely, blissfully alone. As the Engie sat, deep in thought, tickling Charlotte’s strings, the BLU Spy watched him silently from where he hid. He was cloaked and would stay cloaked if he didn’t move. Confident in his safety, he sat, legs crossed, leaning against the back of the pickup’s cab. Usually, he didn’t care much for American music, especially country music. Watching the Engineer’s face relax as a soft smile slowly appeared on his lips, the Spy began to think that maybe he could get used to liking it with a little practice. Pausing for a moment, the Engineer took off his goggles and grabbed a bottle of beer. He popped off the cap and began to drink. The Spy watched the Engineer’s profile in the moonlight and longed to touch him. He probably would have if the Engineer didn’t choose just that moment to put his bottle down and begin playing again. This time, as he played, he sang softly, his clear baritone carrying in the cool, quiet air. Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above Don't fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees Send me off forever but I ask you please Don't fence me in Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle Underneath the western skies On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder Till I see the mountains rise I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle Underneath the western skies On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder Till I see the mountains rise I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in The Engineer was so absorbed in his playing that he didn’t notice the BLU Spy uncloaking and creeping closer until they were almost touching. With a yell, the Engie jumped off of the pickup truck, wielding his guitar like a club. “What in th’ hell are ya doin’ here?†“I mean you no harm, Engineer. I only wanted to speak with you.†The Frenchman held up his hands to show that he was unarmed. “I am not ze type to attack during ceasefire if zhere is no advantage to be had.†He sat down again, straightening his creases fussily and lighting up a cigarette. He’d gone so long without one that he was burning for the nicotine. “What did you want to talk to me about, Spook?†the Texan asked, one eyebrow raised suspiciously. He was in no mood for games, not when his mind was already such a mess. The Spy waved off the question and simply patted the space beside him. “We can discuss zhings later. Please, do not stop playing. You have a lovely voice.†For once, the Spy was all sincerity as he smiled at the shorter man, offering him a hand back up into the truck. After another moment of hesitation, the Engie took his hand, reasoning that if the Spy wanted him dead, he would have been long before now. “What, uh, what do ya wanna hear?†Even in the moonlight, the Spy could see the faint blush that rose to his companion’s cheeks as he settled the guitar in his lap again. “Whatever you like, so long as you play.†He wanted to see the Engineer look as carefree and happy as he did when he played. If he could, he would see him that way always. As the short Texan began to play again, the Spy leaned back against the side of the truck with a contented sigh. The two men, supposed enemies, would stay together peacefully for a few hours, drinking, talking, until the lateness of the hour drove them back to base. For now, though, there was only music.
This was refreshing to read. Although teasing your lover can be a fair source of entertainment, you captured this more comfortable moment very well. It may not have been porn, and it may not have been long, but it was lovely all the same. I now have a very peaceful, vivid image of the BLU Spy and the RED Engineer sitting in the bed of a truck enjoying each others company to the theme of country music. Lovely indeed.
All of this. I enjoyed all of this. Beginning, middle, and even the fluffy end, oddly enough, when usually I'm not usually a particularly romantic person. Excellent work!
love it all!! just feed moree!!!(Sit down before you hurt yourself)
Okay, I actually have continued this after forever. I hope it's not too sloppy. ---------------- Thigh to Thigh and Cheek to Cheek (BLU Spy/RED Engineer) As the two men drove back to base in Engie’s pickup, the BLU Spy rode in the passenger seat instead of hidden in the bed of the truck. Both of them had downed a few more beers than they really should have, especially in the company of the enemy, but alcohol had a way of making a fella forget common sense. As the truck bumped along over the uneven ground, the buzzed Engineer noticed with a start that the Spy’s hand had settled on his thigh and was moving towards his crotch, nimble fingers tracing small circles against his leg. “Wha-what’re ya doin’?†Engie stammered hoarsely, gaze flicking between the gloved hand and the road leading back to base. The Spy casually blew a stream of smoke out of his mouth and pitched his cigarette butt out the window. “What does it feel like I’m doing, mon petit?†His hand slid higher up the Engineer’s strong thigh before finally settling against the slowly swelling bulge between his legs. He gave the hardening member a light squeeze, the sound of leather rubbing over denim seeming impossibly loud in the charged silence between them. The shorter man could only grip the steering wheel more tightly as he forced himself to concentrate on the road and ignore the sudden tightness of his pants. He clenched his teeth against a soft groan, shifting in his seat as he tried to move away from the skilled hand and towards it at the same time. “Ahhh… dammit…†As they came within sight of the base, the Spy smiled at Engie. “Well, it wouldn’t do for me to be seen going into your base wizh you. It would be best if I wasn’t seen, non?†With that, he ducked his head down, not towards his own lap, but toward the Texan’s. His thin fingers unzipped the fly of the Engineer’s overalls, freeing his throbbing erection from his unbearably confining shorts. He hadn’t had a chance to admire the weight and neat appearance of the Engie’s penis during their first tryst, but he could now. Puberty hadn’t given the man much height, but he was more than compensated for his diminutive stature by this large appendage. He took his time tracing the veins along its length, first with his fingers, then with his tongue, before taking the swollen head into his mouth. Feeling the Spy’s mouth on his manhood, the Engineer nearly slammed on the brakes. He couldn’t tell if the BLU was trying to seduce him or kill him. The nervous Southerner rested a hand on the back of the Frenchman’s skull gently, not pushing him down but stroking a thumb against the thin fabric of the balaclava, feeling the thick hair underneath. Somehow, despite his drunkenness and the added distraction of the enemy spook’s mouth working on him, he reached the RED base garage in one piece. Once they were parked, the Spy wiped his lips delicately with a silk handkerchief and looked up at the Texan. His eyebrow raised slightly in amusement at the bright red of the man’s face. “You should, uh, probably get goin’ back ta yer base now…†“And leave you to deal with zhis problem alone?†he asked, giving the Engie’s member another gentle squeeze. “Non, I zhink I’ll go with you. Zhat is, if you don’t mind.†Without waiting for an answer, he cloaked. When the Engineer fixed his clothes and climbed out of the cab of the truck, the Spy followed him. The RED was painfully aware of his companion’s breathing as he was followed back to his room, walking with a slightly off pace as he tried to compensate for his too obvious arousal. Luckily, he met no one in the hallway between the garage and his room. At the door of his workshop, though, he was shocked to meet his team’s Spy. The arrogant Frenchman was leaning against his door, obviously waiting for him. As he unlocked the door to his room, the Engineer was close enough to see the Spy not only notice his peculiar discomfort, but also the smell of a brand of cigarettes that wasn’t his own. He could feel the tension as the other Spy became aware of his rival’s scrutiny. “Hey, what, uh, what brings ya here, Spah?†the Texan stammered, trying to break the tension. “I only wanted to make sure you arrived back at your room safely, mon ami.†Positioning himself so the cameras couldn’t see him, but the other Spy could, the RED Spy idly blew out a puff of smoke as the hand hidden from the eyes of those who might be watching gently traced down the Engie’s front from his collar to his crotch. In a whisper so soft the American barely heard him, let alone any hidden bugs, he purred, “When you are finished wizh zhis amateur, you know where you can find me.†He blew both men a sarcastic little kiss, then cloaked and disappeared, the Engie assumed, in the direction of his room. With a sigh of relief, the Texan let himself and his unseen companion into his workshop. Securing the door behind them, he turned towards about where he thought the Spy was standing. “So, uh, since you’re here, can I interest ya in a drink or somethin’?†In answer, he got a smoky little chuckle. “I had something a little more intoxicating in mind, actually.†As Engie watched, a blue jacket seemed to appear from thin air and land on the floor, followed by a tie and a waistcoat. One by one, each article of the BLU’s clothing appeared, falling into a pile. When the silk boxers fell to the floor, the Engineer’s jaw nearly dropped beside it. He fumbled as he tried to unhook his overalls, stepping out of his pants and boots just as the Frenchman uncloaked. Engie felt like he was watching from outside of himself as he moved to close the space between himself and his companion. He let his eyes rake over the Spy’s body, too drunk and horny to be shy. The tips of his fingers followed his gaze along the faint scars on the wiry torso in front of him. His broad hands ran down the Spy’s sides to rest on the taller man’s hips as long, elegant fingers began to unbutton his shirt. The Spy lowered his head to catch the American’s lips, his probing tongue coaxing its way into his mouth. The kiss was shy, timid at first, but as Engie relaxed, he pressed forward, exploring the wiry muscles of his partner’s body. His tongue tangled with the other man’s, pressing back passionately as he was stripped of the rest of his uniform. Thick fingers spread the cleft of the Frenchman’s ass, pulling his hips forward so his cock rubbed against the Engineer’s. As one strong, work-calloused hand slid around to grip the spook’s shaft, it was answered by a lighter hold on his own. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting eagerly into that teasing grasp even as he began to stroke the Spy slowly, his thumb mapping the veins along its length. Carefully, the shorter man backed his companion towards his bunk, coaxing him onto the mattress so he could straddle him, bringing them more in line with each other so the Spy didn’t have to crane his neck to reach the Engie’s lips. As his knees rested on either side of the taller man’s long thighs, Engie ground his hips against the other man’s. He bit bottom lip as the sensitive head rubbed along the Spy’s cock. He caught both shafts in one large hand, rubbing his broad thumb over the tips as precum dribbled slowly from each. The heat in their breaths matched the warmth in their loins as the Engineer smeared the thin fluid over the heads of both throbbing cocks. BLU Spy’s bare palms pressed against Engie’s strong back, nails scraping against his skin as teeth nipped and tugged at moist lips. Both men were sweating and desperate now, the Frenchman’s mouth moving to the Engineer’s thick neck. His even teeth clipped the Engie’s ear lobe sharply, drawing a soft hiss from the Texan. His head swimming with drunkenness and arousal, Engie reached for his night table drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. After the last time, he didn’t want to be caught without it again. Squirting some on his hand, he spread the Spy’s legs, pressing one thick digit against his tight entrance. The Frenchman wasn’t used to being the one playing the submissive role and he definitely wasn’t quite ready to take the Engineer’s huge cock into his ass if his much smaller finger was causing this much discomfort. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. The Engie’s questing finger found a spot inside of the Spy that sent a wave of intense heat through him, dragging a low groan from his throat. The heat seemed to build each time that finger rubbed against the spot, making the rogue writhe and wriggle on the sheets, but the spell was broken slightly when a second finger was pushed into the opening. With a sharp cry, Spy grabbed the Engie’s wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “I don’t zhink I’m ready to do zhis, mon amant.†When he saw the look of confused disappointment on the Texan’s face, he stroked the fingers of his other hand lightly over his cheek. He wasn’t ready to take the Engineer’s thick member, but he did have another idea. It was something he had done often with other lovers, usually in the dominant role, but it had felt wonderful on either side. “I’m not quite ready for zhat, but I could show you somezhing else. Hand me zhe lubricant.†Curious, the Engineer complied. “What are ya doin’?†he asked, watching the Frenchman in confusion. “You’ll see.†First, Spy squirted a liberal amount of lube into his hand and rubbed it onto his thighs, massaging it over his skin slowly. He enjoyed having the Engineer’s undivided attention as he greased one leg, then the other. He even rubbed the lubricant over his cock and balls until they gleamed in the low light of the shop. Once he was satisfied that he was well-slicked, he lubed up the Engie’s length, smiling slightly as it twitched in his hand a bit. Setting aside the tube, he pulled the Texan down towards him, positioning his prick between his firm thighs and closed his legs around it, crossing them at the ankle. Stretching up to whisper into the Engie’s ear, Spy purred, “Zhere, mon ami. I want you to fuck my zhighs like zhis.†Shrugging mentally, he gave the narrow space an experimental thrust. It was tight, not quite as snug as the Spy’s rear entrance promised to be, but still incredible. He settled against BLU Spy’s long, lean body, grinding against him eagerly. The deceptively strong muscles of the Frenchman’s legs flexed rhythmically, squeezing his cock as it slid over his smooth thighs. Engie groaned, pressing his lips to the Frenchman’s again. He rutted against the Spy, feeling the other man’s prick sliding between them. Narrow fingers clawed at the Engie’s back as the Spy murred, his hips grinding his cock against the Texan’s hairy stomach as the other man’s shaft rubbed over his balls. He let Engie hook his legs behind his knees to get a better grip. The heat was building in the pit of his stomach again as broad hands slid over his chest and sides, calloused fingertips tracing circles around his hard nipples or groping his ass. His own fingers explored the Texan, two long digits pressing into the Engie to stroke his prostate, the other fingers dragging over the tanned skin of the cowboy’s back. The Engie held the Spy tight against his chest as he rolled them onto their side. His legs pinned the Spy’s thighs closed around his pecker even as a thick finger wormed it’s way into the Frenchman’s ass. The two of them rutted against each other as they prodded at each other’s prostates. Despite the slight clumsiness caused by the alcohol swimming in their blood, or maybe even because of it, they didn’t take long to climax. Exhausted, the two men didn’t bother to clean up the mess of their combined seed and the oily lubricant. In return for permission to sleep off the beer and sloppy sex, the Spy even promised not to touch the Engineer’s stuff, and actually meant it. They shared a sleepy kiss before cuddling against each other to rest. As he closed his eyes, the BLU Spy found a confusing idea following him down the rabbit hole into slumber. If a finger pressed against his prostate could feel that good, he thought as he finally understood the appeal it held for the men who had submitted to him, perhaps a cock would feel even better. At any rate, he began to think he might be willing to try it, if the Engineer was the one to do it. He found it harder to keep his eyes open and the Texan’s soft drunken snores were the lullaby that sent him to sleep.
this is hot in so many ways like crossfaction is always hot but crossfaction engi/spy whoa
This is so damn delicious. More, please!
[Here's some more for you guys. Sorry it's so slow coming. Life's just been massively bad lately, but I'm still plugging away.] Slow Dance [RED Spy x RED Engineer, Nudity and some Floof] The RED Spy had been keeping watch on the Texan’s room since sometime late last night. He had cloaked himself and hidden in a dark doorway, careful to stay out of the way in case anyone wandered through the corridors late at night. He hadn’t seen anyone for most of the night, except for the Pyro, but luckily, the masked… thing hadn’t sensed him nearby. The door remained closed until just before dawn. Cracking open quietly, no one seemed to emerge before it closed again, but he could smell the other Spy’s preferred blend of tobacco and the stench of shame. A scowl formed on his thin lips as he continued his vigil, his masked face burning with suppressed fury. When the Engineer finally emerged from his room, reeking of stale beer, expensive cigarettes and sweat, the Spy followed him to the locker room. The Texan was obviously hungover, but it served him right. As the door to the locker room closed behind them, Spy made sure they were alone before locking the door and uncloaking. “You seem to be spending a lot of time with zhat enemy Spy,†he stated calmly, casually lighting a cigarette. “Perhaps you should be more careful. It wouldn’t do to be caught with your pants down, so to speak.†Having the Spies suddenly appearing out of nowhere wherever he went ceased to surprise him anymore. Engie just scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. “As Ah recall, you two started this whole mess together. Gettin’ all jealous girlfriend on me now’s like lockin’ th’ barn after th’ horses’re gone.†His head was hurting far too much for him to bother pretending to be polite. Squinting against the bright fluorescent lights, he studied the Spy’s masked face, but the Frenchman’s expression betrayed nothing. Of course, he was certain that he’d hit the mark all the same. "Why should I be jealous? We have made no promises, oui? You’re free to do as you like, as am I.†Letting the implication hang in the air like his cigarette smoke, the Spy leaned against a locker. Engineer sighed and shook his head tiredly. He had no doubt that the Spy’s words were more truth than threat. The suave Frenchman had quite the reputation and there was ample evidence to prove the stories weren’t merely rumors. Still, there was no doubt in his mind that the Spy was jealous. “Right. Nobody made any promises, so ain’t any need for anybody t’ have a bee in their bonnet over whatever’s goin’ on, right?†Forcing himself to exhale his anger slowly with the last of his cigarette, the Spy sighed. “Still, mon amant, I warn you to be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt.†If he was in the other man’s position, with access to the enemy Engineer and his workshop, he would take every opportunity to steal any useful information or manipulate the man to his own ends. He had confidence in his teammate’s judgment and prudent precautions, but the other Spy had proven himself nearly his own equal in sabotage and deceit. If his fears proved true, being stabbed in the back would be the least of Engineer’s worries. "Ah’ll be careful. Havin’ y’all wander in an’ out of my room like y’all own th’ place made me a little more careful where Ah keep m’ valuables." Engie laid his towel down on the bench and slipped out of his boxers. He’d tried to wash up a bit in his sink, but it wasn’t anywhere near as effective a hot shower would be. As he grabbed his loofah from his locker, he could feel eyes on his body, but he’d gotten used to that too. Scratching his belly, he didn’t seem the least bit self-conscious under the Spy’s scrutiny. "Have it your own way, mon cher. Do not say zhat I have not warned you.†Spy removed his clothes, folding each piece carefully before laying them on the bench, even his underwear. The only shred of clothing that remained was his mask, which he refused to remove, even for a shower. “Come. Let’s wash zhat BLU filth’s stench off of you, Laborer.†Turning his nose up in disgust, he shooed the Texan towards the showers. Shaking his head, Engie let himself be herded towards the shower. He turned on the water and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. To his surprise, when he stepped under the water, he was joined by the Frenchman. He’d expected his teammate to choose one of the other showers, not try to share his. Before he could protest, thin lips were pressed to the back of his neck, peppering the tense muscles with light kisses. “What’re ya doin’?†Spy chuckled. “You know, you should learn to relax more, cher. You’re very tense.†His thin fingers began to massage the Engineer’s shoulders, working his thumbs over the tight knots. "If a couple of Spies knew how t’ give a body a little peace, might not be so tense," he grumbled, not very amused. "Ah’m startin’ t’ think you two only want me for one thing…" “Non, Laborer. Not at all. Well, I cannot speak for my opposite number,†he responded warmly, rubbing the smaller man’s back. He grabbed the soap and began to lather up the Texan’s skin, washing him gently. “Perhaps I honestly enjoy your company. Perhaps.†His touch was tender, but for once, there was nothing sexual about it. In spite of himself, Engie began to relax under the Spy’s touch. Sighing as the tension in his back began to ease, he leaned against the cool tile wall to steady himself. Spy’s hands wandered over the rest of his torso, washing him gently. He seemed to be trying to commit the Engineer’s body to memory. As the hot water and the Frenchman’s hands melted away the knots in his back and shoulders, he leaned back against the taller man, allowing himself to be kissed and fondled. To his disappointment, Spy’s hands stopped just above his hips and his slim arms wrapped around him loosely. “Your turn,†he whispered, pressing the bar of soap against the Texan’s belly. Engie took the soap reluctantly before turning and returning the favor. His broad, strong hands explored the other man, careful not to linger too long in any one place. As he washed Spy’s neck, the Frenchman stiffened slightly. It seemed while he was willing to trust the Engineer to screw him, he wasn’t quite ready to let him touch his mask. Shrugging, he moved his hands back downward, feeling his lover relax the further his fingers moved away from his balaclava. The wet fabric clung to the man’s face, but it did nothing to reveal his features and that’s just the way the Spy liked it. Ignoring the mask for now, Engie took his time washing up the taller man. His fingers traced over the light scars carefully, wondering how many of them had come from his life before the Industries and how many he’d gotten in the time since. As he ran his fingertips over a twisted scar on the man’s stomach, thin fingers closed around his. “Be careful. Zhere’s still some pain…†The quiet tone of his voice made him wonder if the Frenchman meant more than just the physical pain. Either way, he moved his touch away from the scar, shifting his palms up to Spy’s shoulders. It was on his lips to apologize, but before he could speak, his mouth was covered by the other man’s. The kiss was warm, more tender than the Texan had expected. It was nice just to be kissed and held without the pressure to go further. His arms encircled Spy’s lean frame, sighing softly as thin arms tightened around his waist. After several seconds, they finally drew apart. Spy dotted another kiss on the smaller man’s head before finishing his shower in silence. Engineer followed suit, enjoying the comfortable quiet between them. He didn’t know what to call whatever it was he had with the Spies, but it felt nice to have someone to mean something to after so long. When the last of the soap was rinsed away, Spy turned off the water and they went to dry off. Dressing without speaking to each other, they shared a few warm glances. Finally, the Spy put on his gloves and cleared his throat. “Well, we must do zhis again sometime.†He smiled and bent to kiss Engie’s lips lightly. "Yeah, anytime you like." The Texan smiled and watched the Spy as he cloaked and slipped out of the locker room. Once he was alone, he took a deep breath. This whole thing was getting weird, but he wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop.
I am in love with the way the both spies are fighting over Engie. I've missed this fic and I'm always welcoming more from you.
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