>>12 Setup here. I don't know why I can't do porn in more than two parts - setup and delivery but...eh, here we are. As promised - the kink is (literal!) squicking (Squick is the technical term which describes sexual intercourse with an eye socket.) The pairing - as will become apparent is Demo x Engineer. Engoy the setup, nonpron bit Eva. In the end, no one on the RED team could remember whose idea it had been to hire the women, but one way or the other, Sniper with the unlikely and enthusiastic accomplice of Pyro had made their way into town with the intent to return in the company of what polite society would deem, perhaps with a few scowls and suppressed gag reflexes, escorts "Hey! Why the hell ya takin' Mumbles!?" Scout shouted as the camper van backed up and began a steady and calculated three point turn towards the outside gates of Granary. "That freak'll just fuckin' scare the chicks off!" "Because." Spy piped up, "Ze women enjoy ze mystery. Somezhing I assure you, you are lacking in spades, Petit." "Then why didn't he take you, huh?" "Because I find ze whole idea to be Philistine and I do not care to have any part in it." The Frenchman haughtily stubbed out his cigarette and promptly faded from view. "What the hell's a Philistine?!" Scout demanded of the empty air. "He means it's improper to pay a woman for sexual services." Engineer, ever the voice of reason sighed more audibly than he meant to. Personally he felt very much as though Spy might be correct in the matter, though he didn't elaborate further on his opinion. "Fuck that, man. He's the one sleeping with the enemy." Scout gave the retreating camper van a one-fingered salute for good measure and bounded back inside. The indiscretion (at least as far as Scout was concerned) was all but forgotten when the two returned with seven of the prettiest women any of them had ever seen in their lives. Even Engineer had to admit that the talkative, feminine members of the fairer sex were a nice change from eight men and a person whom they'd never seen outside of a formless suit and speech garbling mask. Nonetheless, he found himself sidling up to Heavy and Medic, the two people he'd not expected to stay for the spectacle, but also the two he felt would not be distracted by so much female flesh. His curiosity overtook him at last. "Didn't expect you and the Doc t'be stayin' for this kind of a thing." Heavy laughed. "Is not so surprising! American girls is very pretty. Is...what is phrase? Nothing wrong with the looking?" He paused. "Besides. Is funny to watch Doktor with ladies!" Engineer followed Heavy's gaze to where a giggling brunette, already stripped to a lacy garter, panties and brassiere was indeed preening for Medic. At first glance, the doctor seemed to be ogling her certainly prodigious breasts and toned waist, but Engineer could just make out the gleam in the doctor's eye that meant he was going far deeper than merely mentally undressing her. His disquiet must have showed because Heavy thumped him on the back with a booming laugh. "Do not worry. Will not let pretty girls get hurt. Take Doktor back to lab soon!" Heavy's prediction soon came true as one by one the RED team dispersed. Heavy and Medic first, Heavy keeping his promise of guiding Medic away alone, leaving the brunette girl (who evidently was unaware of how lucky she was) to sidle up to Scout instead. Scout was only too happy to pick up the slack and the two disappeared for more private quarters soon afterwards. Sniper, a redhead and a woman who looked suspiciously like her soon departed for the loft while Soldier and a girl in an American-flag festooned mini-dress found their way into the war room, where muffled yells and distant helmet clanging were soon heard emanating from the depths. The remaining three ladies followed the firestarter to do God knew what. To prevent himself from thinking about it too much, Engineer sat himself down and picked up a copy of the New York Times. Three weeks late, but that was life on the RED front for you. The soft news captured his interest for all of half a minute, when he realized one of his teammates hadn't been accounted for. His gaze flicked around and sure enough, Demo was lying on the couch. At first, Engineer thought he had passed out. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Demo, Don't DO that to a fella!" he protested to the wide, white eye with it's brown iris that swivelled lazily towards him. Demo seemed pleased by the outburst of a reaction. "Soory." Demo slurred. "'ey. How come yeh ain't in there with the rest' o 'em?" Engineer frowned. "Could ask the same of y'all. But I don't really believe in takin' advantage of a lady that way. That just ain't right." Demo didn't bother to face Engineer. "Ach, I got me some whiskey dick." Engineer raised an eyebrow that suggested he didn't buy it. "Well, t'aint a lie proper Engie, but yeh have a point that tis ne mah thing. Tis a difference between what a man does in Vegas with his mate and what he does in polite society." Engineer started, as if Demo had read his mind. Not that he'd ever been to Vegas, but he did have standards as to what went on around his team mates. Sniper may presume that professionalism had room for prostitutes, but whores didn't figure into Engineer's definition. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Demo laughed. "Yeh cannae tell me yeh ain't affected by all o' that tender flesh!" Engineer saw no practical reason to deny it. "Yeh, been real tough on me since Irene, but them ladies is real purty." "Heard yeh talkin' bout her." Demo nodded sagely, his Scrumpy-addled brain working a story about a wife, a sister or daughter with a terminal disease. He'd seen what the man had been like when he'd started wailing about Irene. What Demo never would find out was that 'Irene' was the very first level 3 sentry Engineer had built and rebuilt from his time at 2Fort, down to the point where he could only get enough scrap metal from its demise for a level one, and finally even not enough for that. The scrap metal was carefully stored in a box under his closet, and God Forbid Soldier ever check there. "What 'bout you?" Engineer was evidently hoping to change the subject. "Ach, like I say, bit of a combo of too drunk and not the right time and place for the ladies , yeh know? I cannae say I'm ne hard up though. Looks like yeh are too!" Out of instinct, Engineer covered his crotch but he immediately wished he had not. It was that action of paying attention to it that stirred up the desire. Demo smirked from his supine position on the sofa. Engineer, his cheeks burning started to rise to leave. "Yeh dinnae have t' go yeh know. There's no shame in using the tools available. Thought a man like yerself would know that aye?" Engineer flushed considerably in response. "I ain't...I ain't...." Demo shook his head. "I ain't movin'." Engineer felt rather foolish and he could feel his cheeks heat. In spite of this, he could not help but ask the obvious question. "Now how am I supposed to do this, if you're only going to sit there?" Demo's only response was a flash of blinding white teeth in the haze of penumbra he was seated in. "I thought you solved practical problems. I ain't movin' and I got a sight more orifices than most."