>>83 Because Scout is magical with words and making them into naughty words. >>85 Derp... how do I dubcon? I'll see if I can pull this off. I meant to have this up earlier, but then I started playing tf2... ahem... >>10 Engineer/Pyro 2 of Spades—Blindfolded Sex: Lots of people make love in dark rooms and even more close their eyes during sex, at least at the critical moment. The thing that makes blindfolded sex a bit more exciting is the knowledge that your partner can see you and you can’t see them. The blindfolded party has the helpless feeling that many find thrilling: feeling helpless while their lover is virtually in total control. It’s a great combination and a very simple way to get into more imaginative sex. Be sure to use a comfortable blindfold. Something soft and opaque and large enough to really cover the eyes. Using a handkerchief that you can practically see through and that falls off halfway through the game ruins the effect. To make imaginative sex work, spend a few moments to do it right. ::::: It was so strange to find out that Pyro “like liked†him. It had come in the form of a note. A little piece of stationary in purple penning with unicorns prancing through fields of brightly colored candy flowers. A small poem, much like he had written in middle school before he discovered his true love—Science. I know you can’t see The blushes I make. I know you can’t hear The deep breaths I take. I know you can’t see The love I have. I know you can’t understand The hugs I gave. But still… I like it when you don’t pull away. I like it when you tell me to stay. I sit in the corner, Silence abound, And through it all, Love and peace I have found. I want to pursue this. Meet me on the roof tonight. Engineer stared at the note for a long time, sitting there on that roof. He’d wasn’t really interested per se… after all, he didn’t know if Pyro really appealed to his tastes. Of course, he allowed the touches and hugs because he was a friendly sort of man—providing that you didn’t hurt his machines, question his intelligence, or back sass him. He glanced at his watch and sighed before standing. Maybe Pyro knew that he would just want to talk, and that made the quiet little guy too afraid to show. Just as he thought about staying for another half-hour—just to be sure—he heard the sound of a boot scuffing behind him. Thick cloth settled over his eyes, and his hands darted up to pull at it before he heard a voice he was used to hearing muffled. “Don’t. I want to talk, but I do not want you to see me. Not yet.†The voice was too gravelly to be a woman’s, but there was a sweetness in it and a pitch too fine to outright be a man’s voice. “Please, Engie…†His hands followed the thick cloth around to rest on the trembling hands, still gloved. He patted the backs gently and smiled a little. “Yeah, alright, Pyro. Just take it easy. ‘N’ don’t tie this thing too tight, y’hear?†Warm breath ghosted across his ear, in a laugh—too warm. It was a strange sensation. He felt a gentle tug before the gloved hands fell away from his new blindfold. “Alright, then…†he wasn’t sure where to begin. Pyro knew just what it wanted, though. ::::: It was searing, the heat that Pyro gave off. Engineer shivered as the firebug’s mouth took more of him in. Scarred fingertips, just as hot and gentle as the tongue that danced along his shaft, carefully pressed against the base of his shaft before tracing trails of warmth up to meet its own lips. “Good God Almighty, Pyro…†he whispered, surprised that he was getting so much enjoyment from touch alone. Engineer was a visual kind of man, but Pyro hadn’t let him remove the blindfold even once. Being a respectful man, he honored this wish. It had only given Pyro the drop on him when it inched closer and suddenly started touching and massaging. It hadn’t taken long before Engineer allowed Pyro to unzip him, figuring that the other might be more comfortable with him if he was free with it. Some decisions are made with good intentions and end up with an Engineer writhing mindlessly beneath a faceless lover on his workshop floor. This was one such decision. Pyro’s tongue was as skillful as it was impish, teasing and pestering Engineer’s cock into rocketing jolts of pleasure from the base of Engineer’s spine to the tip of his toes. His legs were tense and motionless, as if afraid that moving might provoke Pyro into pulling back and running away. It was a flighty thing, his Pyro. Always muttering about how it should go, and racing for the door if he asked if he could remove his blindfold yet. That was nothing compared to the time he had rested his hand on its face. Pyro hadn’t come around for a week after that, but then showed up like nothing happened. Engineer was allowed to touch its face anytime he wanted now. His rough hands pulled lightly at the short hair, the tips of his fingers tracing the mostly faded scars beneath the slightly greasy locks. Then they travelled down to the cheeks, mapping the ridges and valleys caused by extensive burn damage. He could gently trace a finger along where the Pyro’s left ear used to be, now it was merely a hole with some melted skin forming a rough hill where the cartilage used to be. He traced his hands along the blockish jaw, feeling the lack of symmetry and mapping the ridges of the leftside against the smoothness of the right. He could complete a face, drawing it in his mind’s eye as his trembling fingers traced up the swell of Pyro’s right cheek and the dip of its left. He could see a perfect face, or he could visualize the reality. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine liking the perfect face more than what was really there. “Oh, darlin’…†he whispered, rolling his hips up into Pyro’s mouth with a soft groan. Pyro mimicked his noise, and the vibrations coupled with the beautiful heat of the firebug’s mouth brought Engineer over the edge. He felt the scarred fingers gently tuck him back into his overalls, and he caught them quickly before Pyro could pull away and run from him. He pulled, and Pyro fell into his chest, lips pressing to his almost hesitantly. “Engineer, I still have your—“ Engineer’s tongue dove into that warm mouth, ignoring the taste of himself and focusing on the spicy heat beyond. He pulled back just as Pyro began to respond, and pulled Pyro’s hands up to rest over the blindfold. It didn’t struggle, or protest, and Engineer felt like he had finally won a victory when the cloth slipped from his cool blue eyes and met Pyro’s warm brown.