Author's Note:

Oh, what's up? This be Engie/Pyro lovin', meaning this is yaoi/mxm/slash/whatever you want to call it. Don't like it? Then just hit the back button, thanks.

I love this pairing in general.

My Pyro is an OC. I do not claim to know what the canon Pyro looks like behind the mask. (If you find him interesting or anything like that there's more information about my OC on my blog quadruplebypass dot blogspot dot com)

-Chapter 1-

Late at night after dinner, regardless of the outcome of the battle Pyro and Engie would meet up out in the back, start a camp fire and play guitar. There was only one guitar, belonging to the Engineer, that was handed off between the two. Tonight was no different.

"Howdy, Pyro," Engineer said, sitting down on his usual, spot to tune the guitar as Pyro moved about to get the bonfire started.

Pyro nodded to Engineer, a muffled, "Hrro," coming from behind his black gas mask. Engineer certainly did wonder why Pyro never took his suit off or at the very least the mask when they weren't in battle. Even during meal times Pyro only lifted up his mask enough to get the food in. But that didn't mean he was going to pester Pyro about it, instead respecting Pyro's privacy. The fire-starter was rather private after all, no one was really allowed in his room. Then again, no one really tried to go in there. It was a little sad, Engineer thought, sometimes it felt like he was the only one who had befriended him.

"That dinner was mighty good t'night," Engie said, strumming the guitar a few times before adjusting a few of the knobs slightly, "Yer a fine chef."

He heard a guttural sound from Pyro as the red-clad man reached for his flamethrower. "Thnnks," Pyro replied, starting up the fire and sitting down heavily beside Engineer. Engineer nodded, strumming at his guitar idly before seeming to pick a song, staring off at the distance. Pyro took out his ax as he used the handle for a fret board, pretending he was strumming strings around where the ax head was. He didn't care that Engineer played a completely different style of music than what he would have listened to back home, it was music, it was a good way to relax and it was nice. He enjoyed spending the time with Engineer, it got lonely as the resident Pyro at times, but it wasn't so bad when he got to sit there playing or pretending to play guitar, in the company of someone friendly. Then again, Engineer was friendly to everyone but Pyro took what friendship he could get.

"Mm," Engineer said after several songs, pausing his play, "Want t' have a go at it?" He offered the instrument over, smiling fondly as Pyro eagerly set the fire ax down and carefully took the instrument. He knew how much Engineer treasured the instrument. Slipping off his gloves, Pyro began strumming away at the instrument.

After a while the fire started dying down and the instrument had been put away. The good thing about being in the middle of nowhere was the fact that you could see the stars so clearly. It was nice to be able to stop and look at the stars after living in a life or death situation for so long. It was like taking a break from reality.

But it was getting cold and late, so Pyro hefted himself up, grabbing his flamethrower before giving a muffled goodnight to Engineer. A few minutes later, Engineer dumped some water on the glowing embers before he too left with his guitar in hand. It was a strange feeling, being closest on the base to someone who he hadn't even held a conversation with. As he was leaving, Engineer noticed Pyro's fire ax lying near their log of wood—that Pyro had chopped down personally for them. Sighing, Engineer back tracked and grabbed the ax. He'd have to return the ax to Pyro, but once he got to the fire-starter's door he hesitated, knowing much Pyro disliked guests. He rested the ax against the wall beside his door, but that just didn't feel right. Pyro cherished that ax as much as Engie cherished his guitar; how could he just leave it out there?

"Dagnabit…" he murmured, knocking on the door, but there was no answer. He couldn't just leave the ax out there, so he opened the door, picked the item up and stepped in, intending to just lean the ax against the wall inside and make his exit.

But he knew he was caught when he heard someone clearing their voice. There was a silhouette standing in the bathroom. Only the bathroom light was on, making Pyro only a shadow. Engineer could only see Pyro's lean frame, but none of the details. Was he standing there… naked? The shower was on, now that he noticed it. His cheeks lit up at the thought. He shifted about uncomfortably, fiddling with the guitar in his hands as he stared down at his steel-tipped boots. It was the first time he'd seen Pyro out of uniform, even if he couldn't see him well. It was nerve wracking, like whenever he ventured over to the other team's sewer system to erect a teleporter exit.

"Thanks," Pyro said, his voice surprisingly smooth, "I thought I was forgetting something…" He ran a hand through his hair uneasily. It felt strange talking without that filter between him and the world, but he didn't mind it so much because he was talking to Engineer. It seemed like it was way past due, honestly. He shifted about, leaning against the bathroom doorway. And yeah, he normally would have picked up his flamethrower and set anyone who dared set foot in his room on fire—but this was Engineer. "So…" he murmured, not knowing what to say next. It had been a while since he'd actually held a conversation. Whenever he spoke with his mask on it was hit or miss whether someone understood what he said or not.

Engineer hugged the guitar to his chest unconsciously, wetting his lips with his tongue before saying sheepishly, "'S nice t' hear yer voice, pardner." And it was such a nice voice. If only that mask didn't obscure it all the time. Perhaps he should get Scout to start wearing that gas mask, though.

Chuckling, Pyro shook his head, "You've always heard it. You just didn't hear it well…" He glanced at the still open door, shifting about anxiously. Up until now no one had seen him like this, and he hadn't even intentionally let Engineer in, he had figured that whoever was knocking would leave when he didn't answer. That's what always happened, after all. He shifted about uncomfortably before moving over to the where Engineer was, shutting the door. Engineer stepped away slightly, unsure of himself at the moment, especially as he realized Pyro was indeed naked. But he didn't notice that as much as the little patterns of old burns scattered across Pyro's body that he could now barely make out in the dim lighting, one scar across the right half of Pyro's face stood out, receding into his hairline. It must have been an old wound, as there was wiry hair growing where the scar was, blending in with his unkempt hair.

"Well I'll be damned…" Engineer murmured, setting his guitar down almost thoughtlessly, to reach out with his ungloved hand. Right as he was about to touch Pyro's scar, Pyro turned is head, grunting unhappily at the action. Biting his lip, Engineer rubbed the back of his head nervously. He didn't want to upset his friend, and Pyro looked mighty distressed. "Pyro, ya know none o' us ah perfect, here," he said, offering Pyro a reassuring smile, "Ya don' have t' hide all the time…"

Shaking his head, Pyro leaned against the door heavily, sighing to himself. "They already think I'm a soulless monster that may or may not be a girl," he paused, glancing down at his own genitalia distractedly. "I'm pretty sure I'm a guy," he grinned offhandedly before adding on a more serious note, "But I don't need them thinkin' I'm more of a freak than they already do…" He was quite content being the faceless fire-starter on the team; he could just blend into the background almost as well as Spy.

"Tha's no way t' live yer life," Engineer said regretfully, reaching out and resting his hand on Pyro's shoulder before the man could move away again, "'N' they jus' don' know ya, 'cause ya never give them a chance." He couldn't blame the other teammates for treating Pyro the way they did; Pyro intentionally distanced himself from them after all.

Shrugging Pyro, crossed his arms over his chest, murmuring, "Nah. I like it this way." He liked being one big question mark to everyone… well, everyone except good old Engie. He was sure the man had figured him out the first day he set foot off of that blasted train. He reached out, pulling Egnie's goggles down, asking quietly, "It's so dark in here. How can you see with those things on?" Engineer blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light as he bashfully rubbed his head under his hardhat before letting the item rest on his head comfortably again.

"Guess ya jus' get used t' it," Engie said with a smile.

Before he could say anything else, an odd look crossed his face, leaving Pyro to ask, "What's wrong?"

"I… I just remembered yer naked is all," Engie said, looking away in embarrassment. There he was sitting around holding a conversation like there was nothing strange going on and Pyro was standing before him butt-naked! And Pyro didn't seem to be too ashamed either, not that he really had anything to be ashamed about. But Engie was quite sure he shouldn't be thinking those sorts of thoughts so he put them out of his mind. "I… I should go, yer water 's prolly getting cold…" he glanced back at the bathroom distractedly before moving to pick up his guitar. But Pyro stepped forward blocking Engie's way with a slightly nervous look on his face. "Wha—" Engie didn't get any other words out as he felt Pyro cupping his cheek tilting his head up. Engie was too shocked to do anything as Pyro's lips pressed against his. He'd never been the most attractive guy or the fittest guy, with a little pudge to spare, but there he was kissing someone he could only describe as beautiful. He didn't care about the burn scars, that glossy right eye or how that patch of hair just didn't quite fit in with the rest of Pyro's hair—Engie wouldn't change a single thing about Pyro.

Without hesitation Pyro pulled Engineer toward the bed, the larger man stumbling behind him. He guided Engie into lying on the bed, climbing on top before Engie could process what was going on. Pyro couldn't remember the last time he'd had any human contact without his suit on—it must have been before his contract had started up which had been a good ten years ago. And now that he started he just couldn't stop. He distracted Engineer with the lovely things he could do with his mouth as he unhooked his overalls. "Nn… Pyro?" Engie questioned when they separated to get a breath in. Pyro grimaced, shutting his good eye for a moment before grunting in response to Engineer, looking at him as patiently as he could. Words were just slowing them down but he listened as Engie asked, "What're we doin'?" He knew quite well what their erections—how could he not have one when he was in such a position?—meant and the kissing and what it all lead up to. But what was going on?

Despite not having his mask Pyro just mumbled something incomprehensible on before leaning in and kissing Engie again. And Engineer decided not to question it again as he pulled his glove off, wrapping his arms around Pyro. He wasn't going to stop something he wanted. And Pyro's skin was surprisingly soft to the touch, he barely noticed as his shirt was taken off. When Pyro moved down to unlace his boots Engie couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Their body shapes were completely different. He'd never wanted to impress someone quite like Pyro, but Pyro seemed to be quite content as he tossed the heavy boots away and pulled at those overalls of his. He let out a sigh, helping to wiggle out of his uniform that he had grown to be quite comfortable with over the years.

And now Engie couldn't help but feel rather naked as he lay there in only his boxers—even his goggles had been tossed aside with his hardhat at some point. He couldn't help but cross his hands over his crotch in embarrassment. The last time someone had seen him naked he had been back at home and at least a little drunk. Yeah, he felt like that unused, broken sentry gun prototype in his workshop: rusty.

"Wassa matter?" Pyro asked, frowning as he leaned over Engineer, resting their foreheads together, "I know I'm not the most attractive guy here…" In fact, he was pretty sure he was at the bottom of the list.

Eyes widening, Engie shook his head, kissing Pyro gently, "No… No. Yer mighty fine, Pyro." He licked his lip uncomfortably, gazing into Pyro's good eye. "I jus… I… You… me?"

"....Yeah?" Pyro said in that tone of voice where he obviously thought someone was a little touched in the head and Engie's mouth just flapped open and shut for a moment before Pyro leaned down, kissing Engie fervently, his tongue exploring the other's mouth further. Engie's tongue wound about his, not fighting for dominance. It was like a hello, but with more groping and tongues involved. The sensation of Engie's rough hands running down his back was enough to cause Pyro to shiver, a moan slipping from his mouth into Engie's. He'd forgotten how good human contact could feel, but oh how quickly he could be reminded. "Ahh," he breathed out, not able to take it anymore. He shifted about, pulling Engie's boxers down with one determined motion. And before Engie could cover himself up out of embarrassment again, he grabbed the erection (loving the guttural response from Engie) stroking him purposefully. It seemed like the last time he'd had any sexual contact was when he had lost his virginity—that had been over ten years ago. How bothersome. "Nn," he murmured to himself, ducking his head down to wrap his lips around Engie's member, moaning appreciatively. He rubbed Engie's thighs in responses to the little touches he was receiving from the other man.

Engie was on cloud nine. Or if there was a better one, he was on that one. "Oh," he mumbled, fingers tracing along the scar on Pyro's left shoulder, adding insistently, "Pyro." The other had barely taken him in at all; he needed more. But to his dismay, Pyro sat up, stopping completely. He glanced down at Pyro, who was slithering up toward him, kissing him forcefully. Engie barely noticed as Pyro slipped between his legs, nudging them wider with his hands. But when Pyro sat up, spitting on his hands, Enige could only ask, "Hey, what're ya doin'?" Pyro snorted quietly, an amused look on his face as he used his own spit as lube, covering himself as thoroughly as possible. Engie quieted down, speechless.

Even now he didn't believe what was happening—that didn't mean he entirely disapproved of it when Pyro started pressing into him. No, his mind went blank as Engie reveled in the new sensations. It was like everything he had known about sex was wrong and for the first time he was learning about it truly. He wanted to say something, but nothing seemed right. Engie tried again, but found his hand moving up to Pyro's face, cupping his scarred cheek in earnest. Pyro looked at him with startled wide eyes, even the glassy one seemed to be staring at him. Pyro was fully in, but frozen in place as Engie's fingers traced along his scar. It was the first time Engie had seen Pyro look unsure of himself—even in that suit, Engie could tell.

"I'm sorry," Pyro mumbled, "I know they're... ugly..." Engie shook his head, pulling Pyro down for a kiss to prove that he most definitely thought otherwise, leaving Pyro breathless and hungry for more. He started thrusting, slowly at first for Engie's sake as he kissed down the man's neck. His hand slid down Engie's chest and stomach, back to his erection. Both men gave into their needs: hips thrusting, hands caressing each other, kissing everywhere until both came.

"Oh dahlin..." Engie murmured as they lay together, limbs jumbled together, "Nex time I wan ta be on top... if that's all right." Pyro just grunted in response, as articulate as ever. Engie glanced over at the bathroom, mumbling about how Pyro was wasting water.

Pyro cracked an eye open, smiling at Engie before groaning and climbing out of bed to go turn the shower off. When he returned back to Engie's arms he asked teasingly, "You know I didn't leave my ax out there on purpose, right?" Engie's mouth dropped open in surprise as Pyro snuggled closer, mumbling a goodnight to Engie.

-Author's Note-

This didn't have a beta reader. If there's mistakes, I'm sorry!

Reviews appreciated! Thanks guys. For more of my comments/thoughts on this chapter go to my blog: quadruplebypass dot blogspot dot com --a link is provided on my profile page as well. Also, if any one wants to co-author this with me contact me there. This might be a oneshot depending on reaction or if I don't get a co-author for it.