"We have captured the intelligence!"
That was as good enough as any to celebrate, never mind that it was the only intelligence they captured and they ended up losing today's battle, it was just the fact that they had gotten it. With the slump they had been that was a major achievement for the BLU team, and in the eyes of the Soldier and the Demoman, something worth celebrating. So while the more private of the group sneaked away to his room to do whatever it was they did and the others lined up in the med bay to be seen by Medic, the 'crazed' american and the scottish cyclops set up shop in the black man's corner of the rec room. A bottle of scrumpy in his hand and a beer held tightly in the hand of the other.
"Damn good fight out there today!"
Soldier's comment was loud, knocking his head back to take another swig of his beer. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, and from the chair sitting next to his Demoman laughed.
"Damn good fight? we would've kissed ass if Scout had been doing his job right instead of running around like a bloody idiot chasing that other boy."
Soldier grunted in agreement and knocked his head back to take another swig of his beer at the same time Demo's head went back for a long drink of skrumpy. For awhile the two laughed and talked (loudly) and continued to drink until Demo was plum stupid and the Solider was feeling a nice buzz. The black man's hand never left his shoulder once, and if that wasn't uncomfortable enough Soldier suddenly felt the weight of the black man on both their chairs as the scot leaned over and planted a kiss on him!.
"MAGGOT!"
It was the only thing he could think, and even then it was barely heard over his sputtering, his helmet rocking back and forth as he tried to get rid of the feel of those lips on his. But other then that he didn't fight, and as soon as he was done there he was again leaning in close and pressing their lips together. Soldier struggled for a moment this time, but put up even less of a fight then last time. By the third kiss he was even starting to get a little into it, until the black man suddenly pulled away and flopped back in his own seat like nothing had ever happened.
"What the hell?"
Demo just shrugged, taking another drink and mumbling out some half assed answer about Solider clearly not liking it, and he shouldn't be afraid to indulge a little. After all, gotta get some action somehow in a base full of laddies right?. This made Soldier growl and reach both hands out and grip the fabric of Demo's uniform tightly. Pulling him forward into another hard kiss, knocking over the bottle of beer resting on the chair arm and making the other drop his bottle right out of his hand. If they were going to do this, then they were going to fucking do it right!.
When the rest of the team joined them in the rec room all they could do was stop and stare, taking in the sight of Demo half in Soldier's lap, the american's helmet knocked back some and tongue wrapped around the darker scot's. They're clothes had remained intact, those both had their eyes shut tightly and hands roaming over the other's body.
"Do you think we should stop 'em?"
"Naw mate, leave 'em be."
That night they went to sleep in Soldier's bed, and things were never the same between them.