I traveled with Solly that day, and let me tell you we made a Hell of a dynamic duo. We watched each others' backs and filled the enemy with so much fire and so many rockets all at once we left them reeling. He laughed heartily and clapped me on the shoulder as we ran back to the RED fortress with the enemy intel. We were nearly in the intel room, but then I heard Solly's pained scream. I turned to find the BLU Spy standing above him, reaching for the intelligence when he saw me.

I could see a million things going through his mind, but outwardly he stood there frozen. I used the opportunity to kick him away from the case and set him aflame. I grabbed the case and booked it to the desk, relieved when I heard the Admin's voice over the loudspeaker. I took a second to check the latest death reports. 'Seems the Baguette survived.'

I stayed in the intel room with Engie the rest of the fight to make sure he wouldn't come back for another go. He never did, but he was backstabbing everyone else like nobody's business. 'Seems his focus is on Solly this time.' I shook my head at the latest death report and set it on the table.

I roasted the BLU Scout and the sentry filled him with bullets before shooting their rockets at his charred, swiss-cheese like corpse. *Overkill, much?* I chuckled lightly and patted the sentry gun while Engie reloaded it.

"Better that than have them wrigglin' around and still ready to fight." I nodded in agreement.

It was around 13:00 when things got real quiet. Both Engie and I heard it. This deafening silence blanketed the RED fortress like a hazy mist, foreboding and warning of the imminent attack. I heard some pipes clanking in the hall to the right. Pursing my lips, I glanced at Engie. He lowered his eyebrows at me.

"Don't do it, Mumbles." I heard another clank and shuffled anxiously. "I know ya wanna go investigate, but that's what they want you to do and you know it. Stay on the point." I glanced at the hall and another clank rang through it. I nodded at Engie. 'He's wise and a Hell of a lot more patient than I am. I respect him greatly.'

I heard one last clank when I saw the BLU Spy appear down the right hall, just out of range of the sentry. He clenched his jaw, but looked back to the way he came. He motioned for someone to follow him. Around the corner came Sniper. Our Sniper. I felt the bottom of my stomach drop at the sight of him. He was sporting a black eye and multiple wounds in his chest. Behind him, the BLU Demoman as well as the BLU Soldier made sure he didn't run. They pushed him on his knees. Engie stood next to me to see what all the fuss was about.

Every once in a great while, when the other team wants to make a rush but skilled fighters are in the intel room, they'll torture one of their teammates in front of them until someone breaks formation. Or until the poor bastard dies. Since there aren't any team kills allowed during battle, we can only sit and watch at this distance.

The BLU Spy nodded and the others began their brutal assault. My blood boiled at the sight of them attacking him so relentlessly. I met his eyes and he shook his head. 'Don't do anything stupid.' I pulled my hands into fists at my side. 'How can I sit by and watch while you lay there in agony?' He took a boot to the stomach, gasping out in blood soaked breaths, but he made eye contact again. 'I know you want to help, but we aren't paid to be heroes.'

With every hit he took, I felt my anger towards BLU bubble ever hotter and my resolve to stay in place was quickly crumbling. I was so close to giving in and attacking them when I heard gunfire in the distance. I breathed out a sigh of relief. Reinforcements. The BLU Spy clicked his tongue in annoyance and summoned his balisong in one fluid movement, slicing open Sniper's throat before calling for a retreat.

I watched as his lifeless body fell to the floor, his blood pooling around him and making my own blood stampede through my veins in a searing, silent rage. The BLU Spy paused mid-step from his retreat to glance back at me. 'I wonder if he can feel my anger?' I stared right back at him until the others ran in. That's when he vanished. I know very well that this could've ended very differently, but not without mass casualties on both sides. What else is new, though?

RED won that day, but it hardly felt like a victory. On the way back to the base, I changed routes. I wasn't feeling like having dinner with the man that slit my best friend's throat in front of me. I went back to my old routine, heading straight for the commons.

"Herr Pyro?" I stopped and regarded Medic. He winced at my posture; he's always been good at reading my mood from how I hold myself. "I just vanted to remind you that check-ups are tomorrow, so don't disappear as you usually do on the weekends." I nodded, but hardly meant it. Check-ups are the bane of my existence.

"Oh, also the BLU Spy is in the Interrogation Room. The RED Spy is in with him now, but I think he expects you to take over." I nodded while gritting my teeth and he seemed to get the message; any more bad news and I'll be tempted into a rampage. 'Why anyone respects me as much as they do is beyond me.' I tapped smoothly into the kitchen and opened the door to the fridge slowly and gently. I took my smoothie out and shook it up while I strolled down to interrogation.

I opened the door to find both spies standing, shouting what I can only assume to be profanities at each other in French, the BLU in cuffs while the RED was free. I set my smoothie on the table in between and they stopped their bickering. I rolled my head to look at Spy and he swallowed a lump in his throat. The haste in which he left should've gone on record.

I undid the Baguette's cuffs and sat down while he got out his food, "I'm glad you decided to join me for dinner after all," He placed a tupperware container in front of him on the table, "I was worried, I must admit." I sipped at my smoothie, glaring daggers at him, "You know, zhat operation today was Soldier's idea. I didn't know zhat you'd be in zhe intelligence room, otherwise I would 'ave done something to warn you, or draw you away." He paused and knit his brows in concern. "I realize zhat I've upset you, but can we leave what happened earlier behind us, mon ami?"

I felt my blood boil all over again when he said that last bit. Careful not to spit venomously, I said, "I got your bed ready." He bit his lip, but looked content to have at least gotten a response out of me, "Thank you, mon ami. I'll be sure to repay you." He reached into the cooler again and pulled out a thermos as well as a straw for it. He developed that puppy-dog face again before focusing on his own meal but not actually eating.

"Contrary to popular belief, I take no pleasure in zhe torture of my enemies. Even zhe less… refined individuals." I cleared my throat and glared again. "Zhe point I'm trying to make is that I'm sorry you 'ad to see zhem beat zhe Sniper." My hand twitched in irritation. I jumped on the implication without mercy.

*But you're not actually sorry they did.* He threw his hands in the air.

"No, I'm not sorry! He is mon enemy, we kill each other on a daily basis! What do you want me to say?" He waited expectantly, but I was still sulking. He huffed and leaned back in his chair, poking at his meal restlessly with his plastic fork.

"It is not my fault zhe Bushman makes for such easy prey." I snarled at that remark and before he could react, I latched onto his shirt collar and pulled him about an inch away from my face, leaving him leaning against the table and nearly laying on top of it.

*Be careful with what you say about Sniper around me,* I whispered hotly, *He happens to be my best friend.* I don't know when it happened, but during my outburst I lost his focus. His eyes drifted down to my vents and back up, his eyes dilating.

"I know I'm in no position to make requests, but during our next visit-"

*If we have a next visit.* I muttered darkly. He cringed, but continued.

"Would you mind- I mean, could you-" He averted his eyes and swore. I tightened my grip and his breath caught.

*Say it.* I hissed through the vents. He took a deep breath and let it all out in a rush, "Wouldyoumindrunningyourfingersthroughmyhair?" He closed his eyes for the inevitable rejection. I felt my heart clench at the sight. That just made me even more pissed at him, if that was possible.

*It'd be kinda hard to do that with your mask on.* He opened his eyes slowly, not believing what he'd heard. Cautiously, he glanced into the eyes of my gasmask.

"Naturally, I'd take it off for you." I rolled my eyes and threw him back into the chair, which nearly tipped back at the added weight and sudden movement. His hands flew to grip the table, but that left his lower half unguarded. I raised an eyebrow at the tent in his suit pants and the wet stain in the front of them. I sat back and watched as he unruffled his feathers.

*That first night in Interrogation, were you hoping I'd torture you so you could get off on the pain?* His immediate reaction was more telling than any thought-out lie he could give me; he shook his head, his eyes wide, but he was biting the inside of his cheek. 'He really is a fucking masochist.' I nearly chuckled at the ridiculous nature of this situation. 'Hit the nail on the head with this one.' I sipped at my smoothie absentmindedly. 'Why did he come to me, of all people?'

I quickly emptied the smoothie, and without anything better to do, I glanced at Spy's thermos curiously. Moving it closer, I peered into the thermos. The shake he made had a tan/beige color to it. Skeptical at first, I hesitantly took the straw out of my glass and put it in his thermos.

*This isn't poisoned, is it? No glass shards at the bottom I should be aware of?* He looked offended at the mention.

"Of course not, mon ami! Why would I do zhat to you?"

*Oh, I don't know, to get me out of the way so you can slip through the base and get an extra case of intel?* Disappointment and hurt flashed onto his face.

"Do you really think so lowly of me?" I nodded. His mouth opened minutely in shock.

*Well whatever, if you want me to drink this, I guess I will-* He snatched the thermos from me. He held eye contact with me as he took a gulp of the smoothie and swallowed it.

"Satisfied?" I huffed a laugh.

*Hand me that extra straw you bought, I'm not going to drink after you.* He smirked and set it in the drink, taking out the one he used and putting it in his cooler.

I stirred the smoothie around a bit before fitting the straw in between my vents and taking a sip. I was pleasantly surprised at the butterscotch flavor that hit my tastebuds. I hummed in appreciation, closing my eyes to delight in the taste. 'It's been awhile since I've spoiled myself with anything sweet like this. Usually, I keep to a strict diet of protein and nutrient-rich smoothies. Maybe it's been too long, I've really missed the taste of such sweet succulence.'

I opened my eyes and noticed Spy was shifting uncomfortably in his chair with a worried expression on his face. I tilted my head at his behavior before remembering his earlier state of arousal. 'Yeah, this probably isn't helping his libido.'

*Thank you for the shake. It's been awhile since I've had a sweet smoothie like this.* He grinned from ear to ear at the praise.

"It's good, then?" I nodded. He sighed in relief, "I'm glad." I smiled at his thoughtfulness. 'Maybe a friendship with this asshole is possible, after all.'

I shook the thought from my head and continued drinking my shake, noticing that Spy hasn't had a bite of his own meal yet. 'Huh, maybe he lost his appetite.'

I let my fingers brush along the straw as I drank from it. He watched with rapt attention. I got to the end of the smoothie before his first whine escaped his lips. I glanced at him, taking in his flushed expression and breathlessness.

"P-Pyro," he panted, "T-touch me, please." I set the empty thermos down. 'The Hell? Here I was just enjoying a nice, refreshing smoothie and he comes up with another way to make me feel weirded out. And we were doing so well, too.' I shook my head at his request and removed the straw from my gasmask.

*We've already discussed this-*

"I know that! But I'm going mad over here! Zhis level of need-" He gritted his teeth together, "I need you to help me get relief. Ever since zhat night, in bed with you…" His eyes nearly clouded over with lust, "Nothing compares to being touched by you. Please, even if it's just rubbing circles on my back, I need something!" He pleaded.

Everything in me was screaming not to do it, but sitting there while he practically begged for me just to touch him, my willpower wavered. But I remembered who slit whose throat and smirked evilly behind my gasmask. 'If he's a masochist, I can't torture him, but I can deny him relief. That's gotta be some kind of fresh Hell.'

I hummed to myself as I pulled out my shotgun. *I wonder, do hard-ons stay after a person respawns?* Dread shown in his eyes before I blew his head off. I reached into his suit to recover the intel before it could get blood on it. I glanced at the dead body of the BLU Spy and sighed. He really chose the worst person to obsess over, cause I don't think anything could get me to touch a Spy like that willingly. I don't care if I just shot our deal to Hell, no pun intended. This entire fiasco was a horrible idea. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't cut it off yet.