I was woken up rather abruptly that same night. That never happens; I almost always sleep until 20 minutes before the alarms go off in the morning. I felt… warmer than usual. In my sleep-sated mind, I wondered if I had thrown on my comforter in my sleep, but when I glanced down, I saw a very different sight. I saw his blue balaclava first, then I recognized his body structure, as well as his voice. I heard the gentle squeaking of the mattress as he leaned into it with a groan. There, in my bed, was the BLU Spy, fisting his very exposed cock. On my sheets. Right next to me.

I don't know if it was the shock, the sleep in my eyes or what, but I didn't even react until he thrust into his hand. His eyes were scrunched shut in concentration, but he breathed out a single word, "Pyro," he whispered, "I need-" He didn't get much further than that because I shoved my boot in his stomach and kicked him off of my bed. That's when I noticed there was already some semen on my bed. *You bastard…* He scrambled to stand but I stomped down hard on his stomach. I leaned in real close, my nostrils flaring with anger behind my gasmask.

*Do you have any idea how much these sheets cost?* I was looming over him seething while genuine fear was coming off of him in waves. *What's this then? I say no to your little deal and you pay me a nightly visit? That's a very unpleasant way to wake up.* I noticed him biting his lip and reaching down towards his crotch. I readjusted my foot so I was standing on his pelvis. He moaned and gave a small thrust.

I noticed both of his gloves and suit jacket were on the floor beside the bed, in a pile that indicates he took them off in somewhat of a hurry. *Aren't you a bit too comfortable around your enemy?* He shivered.

"I don't mind being unguarded around you," he whispered breathlessly. This only irked me more.

*Seriously though, what do you want from me? I already told you no to your deal, just find someone-*

He grabbed my boot fiercely, his eyes ablaze, "I don't need much. You don't 'ave to give more zhan you're comfortable with, I just need your attention. I crave it." He practically purred the last sentence.

That's when it hit me. *That stunt, when you practically gave yourself up for interrogation that first time, was that so you could be alone with me?* He chewed his lip before nodding. A growing sense of horror developed in me. *How long have you felt this way?* He tried to shift away underneath me but I pressed down harder, eliciting a moan and a shudder from him. I decided to reword the question, *When did you find out about this?*

He glanced up at me through his eyelashes and sighed, "Do you remember zhe first time you killed me?" I nodded. I remember all of my first kills. He sucked in a deep breath and started tracing a pattern in my boot with his finger, refusing to make eye contact with me, "Even as zhe flames burned me, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked through the fire. How it gleamed against your suit. Zhat is when zhe initial attraction started. Zhen I noticed subtle things you'd do on zhe field zhat set you apart, made you shine. How you address your team, how you're calm in zhe midst of calamity, how you take time to watch zhe world around you and admire zhe view even though rockets are going off only meters away."

He bit his lip, "I don't even know how many hours I've wasted just studying you- trying to understand you when I should've been killing you. Yet zhe more I got to know you, zhe more I- found zhat your pain causes me pain as well." He ended off awkwardly, still trying to get out from under my boot, but not trying as hard as he could.

I mulled over all that he told me for a minute. *You know everything you just said makes you sound crazy, right?* He winced but nodded anyways.

I felt a bit bad for the guy. 'How many times has he thought the very same of himself, that he might just be insane for being attracted to me?'

I sighed and let off a little from his pelvis. *Alright, but there are going to be terms and conditions in this agreement of ours.* He perked up, full attention on me. *If I don't like something, I'll say so and it doesn't happen again. End of discussion. The same goes for you, if you need anything or if you're unhappy with the way things are going, you'll speak up, right?*

"But of course." I sighed.

*Great. Now that that's settled, I'm going to bed.* I went to grab for my axe.

His face instantly filled with panic, "Wait! Please, I would like to spend zhe night with you, even if I sleep on zhe floor, I just-"

*You're not going to sleep on the floor.* An awkward moment of silence passed where I don't think either of us breathed. *Alright, but take care of this,* I pressed my boot against his hard-on, *Before you come back to bed, understand?* He nodded with his bottom lip in between his teeth, so I relieved the pressure from his crotch. He hissed and sat back against the wall, no doubt trying to convince himself this is real.

I interrupted his thoughts, *My private bathroom is just over there when you're ready.* I got busy changing the sheets on my bed while he took care of his affairs. 'Here's to hoping this sheet doesn't stain.' I threw the sheet in the laundry and started the washer going before grabbing a fresh one and fitting it. I climbed into bed and was nearly asleep when I felt my bed dip next to me. He curled up next to me in the fetal position. As I slipped into my dreams, my last thought was, 'Why did he choose me?'

I dreamed of a great forest, one from my past. I dreamed that I was wandering through it, but there was a sense of dread in the back of my mind, as if doom was slowly approaching and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I heard the leaves and sticks crunch beneath my boots, but then my boots changed to tennis shoes and the leaves and sticks morphed into bones and tattered clothes of people long since passed. My eyes widened at the familiar clothing, praying for the memory to vanish.

I woke up feeling claustrophobic. The BLU Spy had his arms clamped around my waist, his legs tangled in with my own, and his head was against my neck, his breathing was labored. He looked so dead to the world, as if he hadn't slept for days until now. I tried to move away, but he simply gripped me tighter. He nuzzled against me, mumbling something in his sleep. In all honesty, I don't think I want to know what he said.

I used my hands to pry his arms away from me, but he just readjusted from my waist to holding the area around my torso. I silently fumed. 'This is getting ridiculous.' I tried a couple more times to get away, but each time he would manage to hang on. It got to the point where he was laying on top of me and, I'm embarrassed to say, it seems all of the movement triggered the beginnings of a wet dream.

"Py...ro…" He ground himself against me lazily. After all, it's just a fucking dream for him, why should he worry about consequences? Meanwhile, I'm nearly hyperventilating with rage and discomfort. 'How can a Spy be such a heavy sleeper? Isn't it a requirement of their class that they can wake up at the drop of a hair?' He began peppering my suit with kisses, sucking gently at the junction between my jawline and my neck. 'That's it!'

I butted my head against his and while his sleep-addled mind tried to make sense of the situation, I threw him off of my bed for the second time that night.

He looked up at me with wide eyes and a look of betrayal. "Zhe Hell?!" It was almost laughable, the fact that he was mad after all that he put me through. Not that he knew that, it's just funny to me.

*I should ask the same thing, what are you, a horny teenager?!* He seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and a look of horror spread to his face. He took inventory of his current state as well as my own. I'm proud to say my dick wasn't excited by his actions. My mind was prioritizing sleep, and rightfully so! Twice I've been woken up by this jerk. He blushed at his obvious staring, averting his gaze to the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Shame edged into his features, "I'll accept any punishment you give me." I sighed and rubbed my forehead tiredly. *Go back to your base for the rest of the night.* He swallowed what must have been left of his pride and left without another word. I burrowed myself into the blankets, pissed and slightly exasperated.

'I haven't the slightest clue what to do in this situation. I've been forced to socialize before in the past, but it was never an experience I enjoyed. Whenever I had to deal with people in the past, it was always dealt with one of three or four ways; kill them, threaten them with bodily harm, buy them a couple of rounds and run, or chat. As you can probably guess, chatting happened on rare occasions, which is why I had so few clients when RED contacted me. So what am I to do when 3 of 4 options are taken away from the equation?' I buried my head into my pillow. 'I suppose I could try ignoring him, but that might just spur him on. Although I hate to say it, I might have to go to my team's Spy for help.'

The next morning, our Spy was sitting next to my designated seat. Immediately suspicious, I poked him to make sure he was a RED. He wrinkled his nose, but didn't fizzle into BLU, so I sat down.

"Good morning to you, too, mon ami." He drawled sarcastically. He considered his next words, "I assume you spoke with zhe BLU Spy yesterday?" I nodded.

*He didn't take the news too well.* He leaned against the table in interest.

"What do you mean?" I sighed through my gasmask.

*I woke up to find him in my bed in the middle of the night.* He put his hand on my arm.

"Did he try anything?" I half-chuckled.

*Only with himself.* Disgust passed over his face quickly before being replaced with concern.

"And did he leave after zhat?" I shook my head. I told him everything. After I finished with the part about him leaving peacefully, I got up to grab one of my smoothies from the fridge.

When I sat back down, he leaned in close to whisper, "I'd watch my back more zhan usual. I doubt zhat 'e will kill you, but I don't trust zhat 'e won't-" He choked on his words, something I've never seen him do before. I took a sip of my smoothie and tried to read his facial expression, but he blanked it before I could.

*What should I do?*

"Try to keep to zhe deal as much as possible. For now, he's desperate, but zhat could change if 'e feels... neglected." I narrowed my eyes.

*Neglected?! I only agreed to spend time with him, not to be in a relationship with him!*

"I understand zhat, mon ami, but you must also understand zhat anything you do will 'ave meaning, whether you want it to or not." I sat back and chewed on my lip, letting that stew.

*If it goes too far and he becomes aggressive?"

"You tell me and I will deal with him myself. Until zhen, please grin and bear it." I thought on that. 'I have been through worse. Certainly one Spy can't upend an entire lifetime of trauma with his own to add to the mix.

*For the sake of keeping things relatively simple.* I raised my glass and finished off my smoothie, not noticing the look on Spy's face.