The next morning the water tower was in full, hideous view. You could read it all in the sunlight if you looked hard enough. No one wanted to look hard enough. That day Pyro also awoke as good as dead. He righted himself deciding that emotions weren't helping him at all. He knew his purpose: cause misery. And, he supposed, that must extend to himself. He radiated an intensely stand-offish aura as he approached the mess hall with some of the others. They didn't dare sit until he'd gone; this state was vastly different than either they saw last night and they didn't want to risk something even worse.
Engie didn't ask for Pyro's help that morning. When the battle started he dashed out of the spawn to find the perfect place for his sentry nest. He almost hoped for the firebug to ask if he could help just to refuse from the offer. He could handle Spy, and if he couldn't, he'd build his sentry elsewhere again. Simple. He didn't like Badwater Basin, simply because there were no good places to set a sentry. It was too open for his taste; the enemies spotted his constructions too easily. He decided to settle his nest above the tunnel's exit. It was a good place when the BLUs were trying to get to the first checkpoint.
During the setup, an unusual announcement was issued before the mission standard: "RED Pyro! It has come to my attention that you've been disturbingly out of order! Fix this immediately or there shall be dire consequences! RED Engineer! Good job defusing the situation, but get your workshop up and running again FAST! We can't afford to be weakened in ANY area!" Pyro met Engineer's gaze as he ran past, but jerked it away again as he went to place himself forward. "Hmph!"
The Texan frowned at the cheeky hem, looking after Pyro as he ran on. He turned his gaze up, as if to search for a microphone to speak into. "Thanks, ma'am, but Ah can't just fix it just like that. It's in a pretty bad shape thanks ta someone." He didn't care if she heard it or not, he only wanted a certain teammate of his to hear it.
Obviously Helen would not hear it, as no microphones existed on the field, but it was picked up as the firestarter went on his way. The comment only solidified his resolve to detach himself emotionally. Or so he thought. It snagged a little, the image of Engie's crisply blackened workspace. A cleared throat from Demon Balloonilord brought him around, though, and he focused on his new task of generating as much misery as possible.
The siren rang and the BLU team rushed out to the cart. Demoman blew a couple of them in the air with his stickybombs, Sniper shot his counterpart who was trying to camp in the dark corner and soon the battlefield was nothing but a bloody mess once more. Engineer concentrated on his own task: keeping his nest safe from anyone who would dare to try and harm it. He had to keep a close eye for the enemy Spy now when he didn't have his protector with him. Hah, like he'd ever needed one. Heavy and Medic were ready with their über and slaughtered half of the BLUs on their own.
Pyro camped the stragglers that tried to sneak by through the back exits. Feeling a very selfish loadout today, the man in the mask Phlogged the lot of them before whipping out his Powerjack and going to town. Yes, those were not mirthful laughs, but agonized screams! He didn't really feel into it, but he paused to laugh over the four smoldering corpses. This was truly his calling, so said the inflatable demon by his side, so he should try and make the most of it. And that's what got him backstabbed by the Dead Ringer Spy.
"Boys, we have a traitor!" Soldier barked, seeing the firestarter getting his back stabbed. Engie tensed. He hated hearing those words. The rest of the team knew it perfectly well too; sometimes they teased the Texan on purpose just to see him looking around himself nervously. He was a little paranoid, yes, but it was no wonder since the Frenchman had such weird powers. If Engineer could turn himself and his machines invisible, he sure as heck would!
Disgruntled, Pyro exited spawn and beelined for the frontline. He was beginning to wonder if the thing beside him really knew what he was talking about. He was certainly less nice than Mayor Balloonicorn, even if the other drank to excess. Heck, that just made him silly, like Demo. This guy...why had he even shown up? Well, he'd only died once so far. It wasn't the end of the world, according to some people...wait.
Pyro paused. Death hurt...but didn't matter? How was that..? He was caught by a speeding rocket as he stood there like a lump, deaf to Demon Balloonilord's warnings.
Where the heck was Pyro?! There was a Spy running around happy and free and the firebug was nowhere to be seen. It was his job to check everyone for spies, what was taking him so long? Engineer heard a high-pitched yell, recognizing it as their Medic. He had also gotten a knife into his back according to the warnings Heavy was shouting. The Texan clutched to his wrench tightly, feeling his own hands sweating and trembling. Any moment the backstabber would be there, sapping his sentries and stabbing his back.
Again bursting from spawn, Pyro shrugged sheepishly to the demon over his shoulder. Right. Focusing. BLU had the cart most of the way through the tunnel, so the distracted man hopped his way onto the high rocks where he could leap onto anyone either going for said objective or trying to sneak around. But standing on top of the pillar-like structure it suddenly hit Pyro that he could see all of the field's current action from up here. He saw Sniper getting vengefully counter-sniped. He saw the enemy Scout dance around and blast their Heavy before stealing his sandwich. He saw his own counterpart singe their Demo with a Backburner. And then he saw Sniper come running back with no difference besides perhaps a toothier snarl. The Aussie spat sideways before resuming his post like nothing had changed. No difference...hopping off the rock and grabbing the closest person he found, that happening to be the BLU spy choosing a disguise under one of the rock's staircases, by the back of the collar and asked him if pain made a difference in his deaths.
His answer was a startled exclamation before the agent rushed to grab his knife. He had no idea what Pyro was mumbling and he wasn't interested in finding out. Engie caught the sight of the two men struggling and the pain from the last day suddenly hit him. He remembered how upset he had been thinking how Spy had stabbed the other RED before taking his form. Quickly the Texan snatched his shotgun before rushing for Pyro's aid. "Pyro, down!" he shouted and when the firebug ducked he shot the Frenchman straight in the face. At least this time the masked man hadn't felt any pain before dying. The stout man was panting slightly, looking down at the bloody mess and the firestarter next to it. "Are you...are you okay?" he asked.
Having ducked reflexively Pyro now blinked between the panting man and the dead one. What had Engineer done that for? He was talking to that spy! Still...was that a flash of pink dashing through the air? He quickly ignored the color streaking through the browns and asked the other himself why he'd done that, trying to sound as stiff as the rest of this brooding day.
"Well, 'cause it seemed ta me like you were fightin'. At least Spah was. He's been harrassin' the whole team and..." The Texan quickly got his head in order again. "Just killed him off. Now he won't get in the way for another two minutes." he finished. Since Pyro wasn't going to thank him for saving him, why should he act nice? He owed nothing to the firebug after what had happened last night. He turned around to return to his sentry nest. Why did he even bother trying? Why did he even care anymore?
Even though he was supposed to have sworn off emotions, Pyro registered that he'd been seen as being protected. It made a little flutter in his stomach to have been concerned for. "Thuph," he gave his quick thanks and decided to go ask his question to people who were still alive. After their fiasco, he shouldn't want to see Engineer either. Shouldn't.
"Whot're you on about? We're in the middle of a foight, get outta my scope!" The barrel of Sniper's gun shoved Pyro to the side.
"If you've got time for chit-chat soldier, you've got time to fight. Get out there and do some work! Besides, I have no idea what fun a one-horsed open sleigh is." Well, he was completely misread here.
"Aw no, you keep away from me, you lunatic; y'hear? Keep AWAY!" Scout didn't even let him do more than raise a finger before zooming off.
"Shhh, you imbecile! Zhey will know I am 'ere eef you keep talking to me!" The Frenchman hissed through gritted teeth, crouching behind one of the rocks to surprise one of the BLUs whenever he'd spot his next target.
"Ey, ya sound more drunk than me, lad!" The Scot swung his bottle in the air, laughing at Pyro's mumbling before taking another sip. After that he let out a roaring battle cry before dashing forward with his grenade launcher. Nobody seemed to have time to listen to the man in the flame suit.
Feeling slightly discouraged, Pyro sulked his way to above the map's tunnel. His distractions had allowed the cart to make it that far, not that he'd realize. He didn't see the engineer near the nest that exact second so he figured it would be fine. Seating himself below the sentry, he shot casually at anyone who happened through. After a moment or so, as it wasn't going to run from him or tell him to get lost, he opted to poll the sentry: What was pain? Did it make a difference when you died? Did it make a difference at all? Was life really not so black and white? He also wouldn't realize, but his demonic partner had vanished.
Like an answer the sentry shot BLU Scout who was trying to run past the firestarter. The boy's lifeless corpse hit the wall of the huge building as he was sent to the respawn. The Bostonian was alright once more, doing the same trick and ending up dead again. That kid just lever learnt. Sniper got another bullet into his skull from his counterpart, soon disappearing as well. Death was more like misfortune. Like ending up back at the beginning in a board game.
This dawned on Pyro as he observed. They protected each other from it because they wanted to win and stay on the field with each other, not because it was bad. And they killed each other because whatever their motivation, they still wanted to win. It was all a game. And pain...pain was a simple by-product. He might not feel it personally but the others hardly even regarded it. He...he wasn't bad. Maybe not great, but not bad!
Barely noticing the streaks of pastel starting through his vision, Pyro got up and did the most unorthodox thing anyone had heard of: he left the field. Yes, running with wild laughter toward the base, he left the battle behind him.
"You better get your red ass back here right now, private!" Soldier screamed after the laughing firebug but Pyro just kept sprinting.
"Where is Pyro going?" Heavy asked when the shorter one ran past him. This was no time to be anywhere else than at the cart, it had almost got to the first check point. "TIME HAS BEEN ADDED." informed the booming female voice. Apparently the BLU had just managed to cap the first one.
As soon as Pyro crossed the line off of Badwater, Helen's attention was suddenly no longer on time, however. She jammed her finger back to the speaker button and ordered, "RED Pyro! Get back to the field IMMEDIATELY! What do you think you're being paid for? Mercenaries! All of you! DO something about him!" Pyro only went to get himself a bucket of soapy water and some sponges.
"Goddammit..." Engineer muttered, rubbing his face tiredly after just waking up in the respawn. BLU Demo had blown his nest into scrap metal, taking the Texan with it. Where had Pyro gone now? Why couldn't he just do his job like he always used to? Oh, that's right, it had been just a game for him. Now that he knew the truth he suddenly couldn't do it anymore. The hardhat reckoned nobody else wanted to go so with an annoyed sigh he left the respawn to find the mumbler.
What Engie would find was all of the mercs, RED and BLU, pausing with uncertainty as Helen's new orders rang over the map. Pyro had left the field? All of the mercs were to do something about it? As in all-all of them? Glances were stolen between everyone and at the cart. "ALL of you get him back! MOVE!"
A gasp from Scout as he concluded, "Guys, he's probably gonna burn this whole place to the ground! Last night was like, part one of his plan somethin'. We gotta mush!" The BLUs of course had no idea what he was referring to, but slowly all sixteen present mercenaries started wandering toward the RED base.
"Pyro? Pyro, where are you?" the Texan called, trying to locate the firebug. Why did he have to keep acting so difficult? Wasn't it enough he had already caused a huge mess last night? Now he had to ruin the battle, too. "C'mon, we still have a battle ta win! Ya can't just leave in the middle of everythin'!" he tried reasoning, only hoping the other man would hear him.
"Why should we even care about them? Right now we could be pushin' the damn cart!" The BLU Scout complained, following the rest of the team with a grumpy expression all over his face.
"Is an order." BLU Heavy replied, glancing behind at the boy quickly.
"I wonder where he's gone this time…" RED Sniper wondered aloud.
"No place can be worse zhan your van." his French teammate replied as he lit himself yet another cigarette.
Humming a disjointed, merry tune, Pyro took his bucket and started outside Engie's door. He scrubbed away the scorch marks over every tabletop, on the walls and trailing down the corridor. The new, friendlier trail in soapy bubbles spelled out a sopping "SORRY" while he cleaned, even though no one would see it before it was wiped away. The man of fire looked up, noting the clouds were swirls of pink again, and sighed.
"Pyro?" Engineer saw the wet marks on the walls and floor. Apparently Pyro had decided to do some cleaning. Engie wondered if he was back to his own self again or was this just some other mental breakdown. He peeked into his own room but the firebug wasn't there. It still smelled awful and burnt so the door was closed again rather quickly. "Pyro!" he called again and rushed to follow the wet stains going down the corridor.
Along the way to his final stop on this cleansing trip, Pyro stopped to pick up another can of greasepaint. This one pastel pink. He climbed the ladder to the scene of greatest drama the previous night and scrubbed the slate as clean as he could. Leftover, however, was still a slight greasy brownish layer. Over this Pyro now painted. He traced the frowny face he'd lit in fire, but somehow, maybe it was the color, it seemed more apologetic. When he'd finished, the thing gazed sadly over the base between the massive words "MY BAD".
"What in the world..?" Engineer muttered to himself when he saw Pyro up there again. "Hey, Pyro! What're ya doin' up there? Ya can't just leave the field like that!" he yelled before starting to climb the ladder as well. What had gotten into the taller one? What had suddenly made him act so different? At least it seemed the firestarter had finally realized he had done something very wrong. That was a start.
The rest of the mercenaries were sort of looking for Pyro. The BLUs couldn't help but take the opportunity of being inside RED's base, while RED's energy was focused on stopping things like Spy from placing bugs or Soldier from stealing anything not nailed down. Still, eventually one of them noticed the tower. Heavy pointed and noted with some disinterest, "Look. There is Pyro. Let us detain him quickly so dat we may resume mission." Meanwhile atop the thing, Pyro was about to pick up his cleaning tools when he nearly bumped into Engie. Hunching shyly he motioned a brief wave that quite clearly said, "Oh, uh...hi."
"What are you doin' here at a time like this? The mission had t'be interrupted because ya left without a sound." Engie scolded the firebug. Then he turned his head to see what the other one had done. "What's all this anyway? Your bad?" He read the huge text that was no doubt showing for miles from there. At least Pyro didn't look dangerous or grumpy anymore. He had even used pink paint instead of burning down everything he saw.
Without a sound? Pyro was pretty sure he'd been rather loud at the time...well, whatever, who cared about a silly old mission? This was much more important. He told Engie so and wished he could tell him everything. Unfortunately, he was sure the other still couldn't understand his speech, so twisting his fingers simply informed him, "Uh ged udd." He'd never realize, but the break-through that day had quite probably made him just a shade more sane.
"Ya do?" the hardhat asked, arching his eyebrows. "Ah'm sorry if ya found out about it so suddenly...Ah just thought it would be unfair ta lie ta you." the Texan admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. It kinda was his fault, after all. Still, it hadn't given the firebug the right to cause so much destruction.
Below, it was being noted by a squinting doctor, "Ah, is zhat zhe engineer up zhere as well?"
Scout responded with, "Huh, yeah. Yo Hardat, you got Mumbles handled?" Pyro was distracted from the builder as he spotted the sixteen friends on the ground.
"Yeah, everything's okay..!" the stout man replied, waving down at the crowd. It was almost unbelievable to see them all together in one place and not trying to kill one another. After that he turned back to the firebug. "Well? Ya comin'?" He nodded at the ladder.
Of course he was! Pyro had to take this opportunity to apologize to everyone more personally. He darted down the ladder and immediately began hugging every person within range, starting with a very surprised and fearful Scout. He apologized to the REDs for running rampant and the BLUs for neglecting them. The only one to return his hug was his own counterpart, but then he also didn't seem to follow any reason behind it happening. Pyro ended his round by hugging the enemy spy and saying he was extra sorry about scaring him before. While embracing the tense Frenchman, his eyes turned to Engie. No, he didn't dare hug him. He doubted the man would even want one. After all, he may have been talking to the firebug again but that didn't make him seem any more amiable. He was also the one Pyro had hurt most. He couldn't ask for forgiveness. Not yet. There was still...it occurred to him that he hadn't let Spy go yet. Whoops.
"Can we just go now b'fore everythin' goes too gay?" RED Scout complained, far enough from Pyro so he wouldn't accidentally get another hug. All the others seemed to agree with him, but mostly because their bosses would get furious if they didn't return back to the field as soon as possible. So the teams started heading back, Engie being one of the last ones. He had been the only one not getting a hug. He knew he shouldn't have cared so much, but he did. Was Pyro still bitter to him? And why did the Texan even care? The firestarter had destroyed his workshop. Even if he was getting back to normal he still owed the Texan an apology. At the very least! The firebug would never be able to make it up to him, Engineer decided. He didn't need hugs. Nothing Pyro would be willing to give he would need.
Helen observed the goings-on with a weary rub at her temples. Every last one of these mercenaries was an imbecile. Her finger pressed the announcement button as she began to chastise, "I see the RED Pyro is contained. Well, at least you've done SOMEthing right today. Start the mission over! Any further discrepancy and there will be no pay for anyone for a MONTH! And RED Pyro...if you err once more in any fashion, your actions WILL be treated as heresy, against Mr. Hale, Mann Co. and myself personally."
Many grumbles as the field was reset, and a few shifty looks sent Pyro's way, but after all his actions and especially the awkward hugging, no one dared complain in earshot for fear of his unpredictability. Pyro himself urged to stay at the base and perform one last task, but he didn't want to go against his voice lady friend. She was the nice person who gave them this place to stay and all the money. He decided he'd just have to do his intended action later and went with the others back to fighting territory. At least he knew he could do it right this time!
As they had to start over, the RED team had a blast watching the BLUs pushing the cart back to the start. "Put yer back into it, boys!" Sniper encouraged them with a grin so wide it almost reached from one ear to the other.
"Ya push it back faster than ya push it forward!" Demoman cheered with a roaring laugh, watching the enemy team disappearing back into the tunnel.
"Hah, bet they're pissed! They worked so friggin' hard ta get it that far!" Scout agreed before making himself even more irritating by jumping back and forth around the BLU team who was pushing the bomb back to the gate as fast as they could. They didn't even bother replying.
Helen hadn't said anything about not killing each other though, so Scout at least got headshot by an Ambassador. It only prompted more laughs, but everyone else was too far to be bothered with. And still, with all that hassle to reset, even though RED had to reposition too, and even though they were angry, BLU would lose. They knew about the sentry spot now, so they pushed further, but they couldn't make it down the first ramp afterwards. Pyro was on his game, too, helping prevent the advance. He lurked at corners, in stairwells, behind enemy lines...he even took a time or two to give Engie's sentry a sweep, but he never stayed to chat.
The RED team was happy with the result. It had gone better than expected and the payload hadn't gotten even near the last point. Such a sad display on BLU's part. When the match had ended the teams started packing their things to leave, including Engie. He took his precious time demolishing his buildings piece by piece and putting them in order into his red toolboxes. He was being slow on purpose since he didn't want to return to his room. He knew what was waiting for him there. He would need to start cleaning the mess in his workshop. Just the thought made him wish he could just stay outside until the next day's battle. Hah, right. He picked the boxes up and with slow steps started walking towards their base.
When he got there, he would find his door closed, and trying the handle would yield that the thing was locked. The sounds of motion could be heard from within, but otherwise no clues to what was happening.
"Hey?" He knocked on the door once he realized he couldn't get it. "Open this darn door, whoever you are! Ah've got things ta do!" He couldn't believe it. After a long night and day he wasn't even allowed to go to his own room? That was a little too much.
The door opened briefly and a gloved hand with yellow fingertips emerged to give a no-no motion before it closed again. The sound from within resumed.
"Pyro..? Pyro, what in darnation are you doin' there? Why ain't you lettin' me in?!" The firebug had apparently taken over his room. Now wasn't that nice! He was left to stand in the corridor in front of his own damn room, looking like a complete fool.
The door opened again quickly and Pyro handed Engie a piece of paper, then took up all of his toolboxes and disappeared back into the room while the builder was looking at the message, simply reading, "Come back latur. 3"
"Darn..." The Texan sighed and assumed there was no point in trying to get in yet. Whatever Pyro was doing in there he wanted to do it alone. He was probably trying to make up the mess he had caused. Since there weren't any places he particularly wanted to go, the Texan headed for the room the team sometimes played cards in. It was the closest thing to a living room with a big table and a television. It was in bad shape but it still worked somehow. Engie took a seat in the couch and picked the channel that was the least boring.
Pyro worked hard and tirelessly. Things were straightened, surfaces were scrubbed, mysterious actions carried out. In only a few hours the deeds were done, and now all the man had to do was wait. He sat cross-legged on a stool and eagerly faced the door, the big notebook in his lap. From then on he was immobile.
It was already past dinner time when Engineer next tried the door. Pyro hadn't arrived to the dining hall and apparently had spent the whole time in Engie's room. He knocked again. "Pyro? Ah'd hate ta disturb you, but Ah really need ta get in. Ah'm tired and Ah have heaps of work ta finish." He spoke to the door and his voice held a strict tone. He was getting sick of not being able to get in.
The door was yanked open as the firestarter made a dash for it. He leapt back and presented the room with arms wide. "Tuh-duuuuh!"
No scorch marks were anywhere to be seen. The wall where there once had been a char of negativity was painted over in a portrait of a fat puppy chasing butterflies. Each blueprint had been crudely re-created with Pyro's best tracing and guesses. The toolboxes were neatly stacked and all the tools organized. And the tables that had been blackened were simply recoated pastel green and yellow. After giving Engie a moment to drink it in, Pyro then slapped the notebook to the man's chest and pointed a finger to the brim of his helmet; the place he'd first drawn those little valentines of affection. The notebook would explain everything that had gone through Pyro's mind over the last twenty-four hours or so, explaining as best he could the...slight existential crisis he'd gone through.
Engie's mouth opened as he looked around him. He suddenly felt like he was living inside of a rainbow. The colors were bright and cheerful, like the whole room was decorated for a 4-year-old. Or by one. "Wow, Ah...Ah dunno what ta say..." he admitted. His attention returned back to the firestarter when the notebook was slammed at him. He read the shaky handwriting about what had happened and why. It was what he had been thinking himself, too. He had only gotten upset by Engineer's words. "Ah know you're sorry...Ah'm sorry, too. It was because of me, Ah suppose..." He hated to admit it, but it was true. If he could change things and go back in time, he'd have done things differently and never tell Pyro what killing and pain really meant.
A rub of the neck from Pyro himself, and then he made the most minute mime of blowing a two-fingered kiss. He passed over one more drawing as well. This one unfolded to be revealed as the portrait of Engineer he'd given up as a keepsake. His Delly-Bell.
The Texan simply couldn't fight a smile anymore. Pyro was way too innocent and kind-hearted to be angry with. "Thanks, pardner. Ah really appreciate this." He looked around himself once more. It would take some time to get used to all the colors but in time he was sure that would be possible.
Jumping and clapping as Pyro saw Engie was pleased, and then he rushed forth to engulf the man in the hug he'd been missing to give. It lingered while a sigh of relief and contentment escaped the fire mask. Lastly, a shy question still had to be answered, so he posed it again over Engie's shoulder: Did this mean they could be together again?
"If ya promise not ta burn mah room again." the shorter one replied with a crooked grin. That was his only condition. It was almost amusing how easily he was willing to forget all that had happened. Pyro had destroyed his belongings and even killed him in the process but the firebug was just too damn innocent to be angry with. Engineer returned the firm hug, only now realizing how he had missed the feeling of it.
Unseen eyes slipped shut with the comfort of this reply. Forgiveness had never felt so necessary, and so good to get. He gave the mayor, now floating casually nearby just to complete the picture of normalcy, a celebratory fistbump. Then Pyro's stomach opted to growl loudly. Oh, right. In all of his excitement he had forgotten to eat.
"Ya hungry?" Engie asked and slowly pulled himself back from the hug. "Maybe there's still some leftovers from dinner. Ya were so busy fixin' mah workshop ya forgot ta eat, ain't it so?" He gave the other man a knowing grin before gesturing at the door. "C'mon, let's see what we can find." he suggested and put his hand gently on the firebug's back as the two headed for the kitchen.
With a sheepish chuckle Pyro admitted it. But how could he remember a thing like food when it was so important to show off his apology in person? Well, now with that settled, it was lucky for him that the fridge next to where the dishes were done did indeed contain some leftovers. Cold spaghetti, mixed vegetables and appropriately, cold cuts were raided with vigor. Pyro plopped the scrounged findings on the mess hall's table before taking a pair of candles from the pouch on his belt and setting them up. He lit them with a small motion from his hand, pausing briefly to take solace in the fact that the flame sparkled charmingly again. Then he sat and patted beside him, glancing an invitation to Engie.
"What? You're offerin' me a romantic dinner?" The Texan chuckled before taking a seat next to Pyro. He hadn't known the firestarter was carrying candles with him. He wondered if he always had them or if this was a special occasion. "Listen, Ah know Ah was pretty upset with you for everythin' and didn't treat you too nicely... Ah'm sorry. Ah knew the information hit you pretty badly, Ah should've been more understandin'." He took his hardhat off now when they were at a dinner table.
Romantic? Gosh, the thought hadn't even occurred to the firebug; he'd only meant to light the darkened meal! He stopped gripping his cheeks in bashful squirming only when he heard Engie's confession. A hand went to his heart to express that it meant a lot to him, being considered so. And as for forgiveness, well, no way he could withhold it. Not with such a sincere look on Delly's face. Not when things had already worked themselves out. Still, he was uncertain how to show "forgive". Giving it his best guess, his free hand slid over Engie's gloved one and pulled it gently to join the one over his heart. Pyro's two cupped the other in a ginger embrace while Pyro did his best to meet the Texan's gaze with earnest.
The shorter man met the other's gaze with a soft smile. Pyro sure knew how to be a sweet little thing when he wanted. "Let's put this behind us, okay?" he muttered. If the firestarter wasn't wearing a gas mask this would have been an excellent time to kiss him. It couldn't be done without having the other man's lips, though. "Now eat up b'fore ya faint." He patted Pyro's chest gently and leaned back to give the other man some space. At least he didn't like having people breathing down his neck while he ate.
Pyro motioned a zip of his lips before hunching over the dinner scraps and wolfing them less than gracefully under partially-lifted hood. He wished Engie would sit closer, but it was hard to ask with a mouth muffled by food. The more he ate, the slower his pace, and by the time he was grinding his last mouthful he'd resumed human posture and noticed the lingering expression the other held. Swallowing the final portion of his meal, he seemed to be contemplating something. Then, on nervous tenterhooks, he slowly leaned into Engie's space, one hand raising his mask just enough, lips now moving to steal a peck from the man's cheek.
Engineer still couldn't figure why the firebug had to go through so much trouble not to show his face. One could have imagined eating with a gas mask was a real pain. Apparently Pyro thought it was worth it, otherwise he would have taken it off, the Texan reckoned. When the taller man leaned in closer Engie thought he was just trying to tell him something again. His heart jumped to his throat when the firestarter pulled his mask up and kissed his cheek.
It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough and before Pyro could hide his mouth again the Texan yanked his head back against his own and this time met the man's lips. The kiss was sloppy, maybe even a little rougher than he had meant, but Engie was determined to give it to the other man. Pyro's lips. He finally got to taste Pyro's lips.
"Mmph!" Taken by complete surprise, Pyro would only freeze when he felt his mouth forcefully meeting another's. His body reacted by sending huge shots of heat racing everywhere at once. Most of it settled in his face before some decided...south was a better climate. Embarrassed, dizzy, in love, the mostly-masked man let his hands find the chest before him and simply clutch weakly. Then all at once the scratchy, suckling lips melted him. He slumped into the other man, using his own force as the taller party to lean the builder back. His mouth moved to try and mimic the other. Hands firmed themselves around overall straps. Another sigh escaped. "Mmmmh..."
When he felt Pyro kissing him back the Texan felt like he had just won something big. The Olympic Games, maybe. He wondered if anyone in the RED team had ever seen the firebug's chin or lips or heard his voice. His real voice, not just some mumbling from underneath the mask. Engineer tried to figure where to put his hands. If he was kissing a woman he'd most likely settle them behind her head and on her waist. Now, however, he had no clue. He decided to wrap one around Pyro's torso as the other one was still holding the back of the firebug's head. He had never kissed a guy before. He was so overwhelmed he didn't even let that little detail stop him. He was kissing another man. He felt the taller one pushing him back gently, as if trying to get some more control for himself. Okay, this wasn't a part of Engie's plan. He wasn't ready to give up and be the lady just yet. His tongue licked Pyro's lips, seeking permission to enter. Once the other man parted his lips enough Engie invaded his mouth to do some exploring. His lower regions were getting a little too happy about what the two were doing. Well, who could blame him? It had been so long since the last time.
It tickled to have his palate licked, Pyro noted. A tiny giggle as the warm, wet invader poked about in his mouth. He glided his own tongue across Engie's molars as his own exploration project, tasting a musky sweetness that only matched the man too well. Something about all of this made his breath quicken, and amped up his excitement. He turned his body to match his head's orientation and sat on one knee. Using this better angle his hands moved to the small of Engie's back and pulled him in closer. Then the outside hand just did what felt right and drifted down the Texan's side and massaged both buttock and thigh.
"Pahro... P-Pyro, wait..." the Texan muttered into his lips. He ended the kiss but didn't pull his face back. The way the firestarter was caressing him was starting to be a little too bold. "We should go somewhere else...they might see us here." he whispered breathlessly. What he needed the least was Scout popping up from the door and telling everyone about the two men making out in the dining hall. The next worst thing would be Spy, with his sly smirk and his annoying wits. He wanted to hear Pyro's reply. He wanted to hear his voice saying they should go back to Engineer's bedroom and continue there. Anything, just a few words.
The firebug gasped lightly as the cool air washed through his windpipes. Huh? For the second time, the notion of not wanting to be seen happy by others confused him. Still, if it was what Engie wanted. "Uh-hh...mmm..." He shrunk back and agreed with the other man. He started to pull his facial covering back down but sensed this wasn't the sort of response being sought. Hand still on the edge of it, a glance was stolen to the look of disappointment Engie wore and he reconsidered. He turned back and faced the man, kneeling one leg on the bench and leaning close while lifting the veil again. Hot breath misting the Texan's ear, presence overbearing, he whispered honestly, "What's wrong with here?"
Just hearing those four words was enough to turn the Texan's face burning red. He couldn't believe he had just heard Pyro talking to him. And with such words, what a dirty message they were carrying. "But...what if someone comes and...makes some wrong conclusions?" he asked back, although seeing the two kissing and touching each other at the dinner table was probably not going to leave any room for misunderstandings. Engie just wanted to hide from curious eyes. He stroked the taller man's arm lightly. He didn't want to lose the mood. Hell, he'd even be willing to do it right there and then to save the one they had had ten seconds ago.
Pyro paused, remembering the condition he had given to let this go any further. "Wrong..? Am I not...loved yet?" He hadn't yet pulled away, but seemed about to.
"Ah, no no no no..! Of course you are, Ah just..." He took a moment to search for the right words. This time he wanted to get it right without upsetting the hell out of the firebug. "Ah like you very much. Love you, even...Ah'd like ta go somewhere where it'll be just the two of us." he tried again. They were alone for now but that could change any second.
A warm rush of pink graced Pyro's barely-visible face as he heard Engie say it. A bashful knuckle touched his lip. "I-I like here...already here. But if Delly-Bell wants..." His head ducked as he realized he'd said the special nickname audibly.
Trying not to laugh aloud at Pyro's slipping the Texan took a gentle grip of the taller man's chin and lifted his head up again. "Yeah. Delly really wants." He kissed the other one again quickly before standing up to take his leave. He let the firestarter pull his mask down again to hide his face before taking Pyro's hand and leading him out of the dining hall.
Pyro was increasingly giddy as he was pulled along to Engie's quarters. He'd heard the words! The stout man really wanted to do that with him...and had called himself by the special name! A smile to himself as he remembered how they'd been kissing only moments ago. Mm! His excitement was mounting as bedding was finally found. In what could be described no better than a pounce, Pyro laid the man before him flat to the sheets as soon as he saw them. One arm removed the harness keeping his air tank in place; the other hefted his mask back up. And then he was kissing again. On all fours, eager to taste more of the man he loved, he kissed with puppy-like energy.
Engineer welcomed the kiss gladly, returning it with the same passion now when they were safely out of other people's eyes. He could hardly wait. He was eager to see what the other man concealed under his flame suit. Since they were going to be intimate he would take it off, right? At least the thought sounded natural to Engie. One hand kept the firebug's head in place while his other carefully sneaked lower. There was nothing wrong with this, was there? Gently he placed his hand on Pyro's crotch.
"Mmm-hnn!" Pyro arched into the hand. This was a new sensation, being touched like that by another person. Well, it certainly was enjoyable. He wanted more. Grinding into the hand, the firestarter buried his face into Engie's neck, ravishing the pleasantly stubbled surface as he flicked open the overall clasps blocking the torso his hands pressed over. Next he dragged the garment downward as far as his reach would allow before dipping his hands under the laborer's shirt layer, sensually squeezing at his sides.
"Haaaahhh...good God, Pahro..!" The Texan gasped and arched his back to feel more of the man's hands. They were unsure and a little clumsy but in a state as horny as the Texan was he didn't give a damn. He squeezed the firebug through his flame suit, wishing he could go closer. "Hey...could ya take this off, pardner?" he asked, tugging at the red rubber suit. He was dying to see what Pyro looked like without it. He wanted to feel the man's skin against his own and grind against the firestarter's sweaty body.
Pyro registered the desperation in Engie's voice. It made his heart surge for the man, as well as other parts of his body. With the friction on his nethers he knew he'd have to release the thing housed there at least. Well, he'd actually prepared for this, entertaining the idea of having sex with Engie a thousand times. He was comfortable enough, as he'd imagined he would be, so he'd let this go. Just a little bit. He wanted to. An ultimate gesture of affection.
Still licking and suckling the stretch of skin between the Texan's earlobe and clavicle, Pyro leaned on one arm and fumbled to find the pull on his own zipper. He snagged it and tugged. Hiccupping through the rubbing motions of the suited man's hips it descended. With the thing unzipped, it became apparent that that suit was all Pyro wore, a broad span of flesh spreading all the way down to a curious, hardening head poking from a wild nest of black pubic hair.
Engineer was mesmerized by the sight opening in front of him. Finally, finally he was allowed to see Pyro's skin. The tone was darker than his but not as dark as Demoman's. The Texan ran his bare hand down on the firebug's chest and stomach, all the way to touch his hard member. It twitched weakly at his touch and Engie couldn't help a weak groan. It felt so right in his hand. Slowly he started pumping it, watching how it slowly grew in anticipation. "How long d'ya want ta go?" he asked quietly, almost whispering.
"Hm?" A hazy, mewling question was asked through the now lolling motions of Pyro's head. He didn't know what Engie meant; he just knew he wanted to return this favor that had sent him into this lazily gyroscopic dance. Only half-listening for an answer, he reached a still-gloved hand downward until he found the Texan's manhood. From this position his hand was upside down, so he opted to wrap his fingers around the warm clothed sack he found, the heel of his hand bumping over the base of the shaft above it.
"Wait, hold on..." Engie helped Pyro to lie on his side on the bed and he jumped up in return to remove his overalls. He didn't remember the last time he'd been in such hurry when it came to getting rid of his clothes. He always had the same battle when he needed to use the bathroom but this time it was at least ten times worse. Stupid overalls, always in the way! He had a pair of normal pants under them and he took them off, too. In the end he returned to the bed wearing only his undershirt and boxers. "What d'ya wanna do? Ah mean, is this okay or would ya like ta go...all the way?" he asked, once again grabbing a hold of the man's member.
Pyro understood this time and barely needed a moment to think on it. With a lusty sort of purr, he took the man's hips in his hands as they lay before one another and pressed close. His answer was given in a single, forced thrust upward against the hidden member to which he pressed. His face dipped to give Engie's jawline a long lick.
"Nnnngh..!" Engie gritted his teeth, having Pyro's tongue on his jaw and his groin rubbing his own; it was an extremely enjoyable sensation. The only downside was that he was on the bottom. Pyro wasn't honestly going to enter him, was he? Maybe he had read the gestures wrong, maybe the firebug just wanted to grind against each other? Had the man even had sex before?
Pyro, meanwhile, had never considered this another way. Of course he knew how sex worked, and always had just felt compelled to be the one giving his love. At least that's how he saw topping; it was all about the giving. He did have to admit he was running on instinct, since he hadn't actually done the deed, only having ever found one person he'd care to share such a moment with, but he did know how it was supposed to go down. Rubbing his face over the shorter forehead, he placed his middle finger softly to Engie's lips with an offering mumble.
The Texan didn't want to be selfish. To receive he knew he should be willing to give, too. Pyro would definitely let him top next time if he asked. The fact that he was about to lose his other virginity was unnerving, but he would only need to trust the taller man. He opened his mouth obediently and let the finger in. He coated it carefully with his saliva and rolled his tongue over it. That's how he'd seen women do it, at least. The thought of him being the woman wasn't very pleasant but he reminded himself that Pyro knew what he was doing. At least he hoped so. "Have ya done this before?" he asked when the firestarter pulled his finger away. He wanted to know if this was the first time Pyro was in bed with a man.
Still no gap between them, Pyro snaked a hand down Engie's back and into his boxer shorts, hunting between his cheeks for the muscular ring he knew was around there somewhere. To the question he had to admit, "Uhhh, uh-uh. Engie is...the only one I wanted to do this with." Having taken to a grinding rhythm against the laborer's erection, he found the entrance he was looking for. His finger dipped eagerly inside, perhaps a bit too much too quickly, but he stopped as soon a the thing tensed around him, looking to make sure Engie was ok.
"O-Okay..? Well, just gotta make sure we- ack!" He jumped a little when the finger entered without a warning. He was already having a bad feeling about this. "A little slower, pardner..?" he asked with a weak grin. He spread his legs to give the taller man the access to his private areas. "Can I...could I do this ta you next time?" he asked. At least he had some experience, although it had been with women. It would still work better in his book.
Oops. Pyro hadn't considered a warning would be in order. It never was in the material he'd seen on the subject. He mumbled a fast apology, hoping Engie wasn't put off by his slip-up. Well, he'd simply have to perform outstandingly from here on in. Hearing the plea for slowness, Pyro pressed lightly, heatedly against the body before him. He swayed gently, pulling the man to him with his unoccupied hand. The finger half-buried in pink warmth didn't try to go further, but rather gave little kinking twitches that were hopefully more pleasant. Pyro registered the last question as he brought his face close to Engie's again to engage in further acts of jaw suckling. Between licks and leaving reddened pucker marks, Pyro puzzled, "Mm? But I want to give love. Want to give it always to Engie. No one else. If Engie gives...where will my love go?"
The Texan couldn't help a soft chuckle. Pyro truly was an adorable little thing. "There's plenty of ways ta give love, pardner. Even if you're givin' now, Ah'm still givin' it back, ya know. Ah wouldn't do this if Ah didn't love you, silly." His fingers trailed along the man's chin as he was kissed and licked. He was going to enjoy this moment when he was finally allowed to feel the firebug's skin. Luckily the finger inside of him wasn't moving as rapidly anymore. Instead it was wriggling back and forth, trying to trick Engie's tight entrance to relax. It wasn't all bad, at least when the Texan relaxed his muscles as well as he could. "B'sides...Ah'll catch your love, even if you're on bottom," he added and sneaked his hand to caress Pyro's nipple.
Pyro wasn't sure he got the other's meaning, but maybe that just meant he'd have to let Engie show him. It didn't sound very sensible an arrangement, especially since the Texan hardly initiated anything, but he'd also trust the man to any length. This time, however, wasn't the time. Pyro really wanted to express himself the way that felt right this first time. A flash of warmth stung his cheekbones when his nipple was struck. "Ahh..!" Again wanting to return the favor of a new pleasurable discovery, his free-roaming hand slipped under Engie's undershirt to mirror the one playing at him. Below, the finger pulled up and around gingerly, working to expand the hole properly as it continued to bend. It tried to find a spot that would get a reaction like he'd seen in printed works. From them, he'd thought it would be a lot easier.
"Ya like that?" Engie couldn't help grinning when the taller man gasped. Playfully he pinched the sensitive spot on the firestarter's chest before rubbing it as if to apologize for being too rough. He was getting used to having a finger in his ass. It didn't even hurt anymore so he allowed himself to enjoy it. Then, reaching deeper inside of him, Pyro managed to brush over that one little spot that made the Texan's member twitch with delight. "Aaah! T-There...do it again..." He panted, desperately wanting to feel the sensation again. It had to be his prostate, no way it could've been anything else.
Another delectable buzz, this time southward, when Pyro felt Engie's manhood shift against his own and saw him react desirously. He took to pushing his finger repeatedly over the found spot inside the man with small thrusts he hoped would help prepare the entrance as well as feel good to its owner. The firestarter also pressed his chest into the hand upon it. That pinch was too much. He pleaded, "Uhn. Harder..! Other one..!"
Engineer did as he was told, now giving attention to both the man's nipples. They were hard against his fingertips and looked absolutely delicious. He pulled his upper body up from the sheets and closed his hungry lips around the left one. He licked, sucked and nibbled it as his hand was busy with the other one. He moaned quietly into the firebug's skin when he felt the finger inside of him wriggling against the soft spot.
With the intake of this sensitive nerve bundle, Pyro made a weak, wavering moan. So...much...heat! The man's mouth was so warm, he felt himself slump, head falling in an awkward kind of shudder. He may even have drooled. Through the delirium he was determined not to be outdone. He pushed the tip of his index finger to join his middle. It pressed gently, trying to find a slot it could slip into to prod at the wriggly spot as well. Pyro's open hand took to smoothing over anything it could find: an arm, an abdomen, a thigh all the while clutching possessively.
"Mmmmmhhh..! Damn, Pahro...you're doin' good," Engie murmured against the firebug's warm skin. He didn't know how talented gay people usually did one another, but Pyro definitely wasn't bad. For a first timer, at least. Once he had found Engineer's sweet spot he was now milking it like there was no tomorrow. The second finger had dove easily into the warm hole and the Texan felt himself being incredibly full. He had never imagined how good playing with his prostate could feel. He wished he could do more for Pyro and he reached his left hand to grab the man's length. He squeezed the throbbing organ and started giving it slow, teasing strokes. He pulled back from the firestarter's nipple before starting to devour the other one, leaving the left one wet and cool with saliva.
That sharp contrast of feeling as Engie swapped targets was awesomely invigorating. Another shaky moan from the firebug, head lolling some more. He'd initially missed the heat as the other man changed tactics, but now feeling the lips return to create the aforementioned awe, as well as the unexpected engulfment below...he had to purr, low and guttural. He was ensconced in a haze of torrid bliss. The free hand demanded Engie's own member be released, tugging wantonly at the shorts encasing it. Why the man hadn't taken these off while undressing was a puzzle, but who cared so long as he could have the prize inside.
The Texan took a moment to wriggle out of his boxers and once it was done he tossed them out of the way. It was relieving to feel the cool air on his member and it bobbed happily once it was free from the pressuring fabric. "There we go...much better, ain't it?" Engie asked with another little grin before returning back to the position he had had a moment ago. He rolled his tongue around the hard nipple as his hand sneaked down and closed around Pyro's length.
A cattish smile showed it was indeed better. The man of fire was hypnotized as he looked down at the thing painting wobbly circles in the air. His playful nature unwavering even now, he poked the tip of it to make it bob even more. This drew a bright tut of laughter, and his play continued; he pressed the tip to make it snap instead of bob, he tested the squishiness by ensnaring various areas with firm fingertips, and lastly he wondered if Engie liked the kind of heat he was enjoying, too. A hand did its best to wrap over the entire thing, thumb to the slit, and massage in a small twisting circle.
Engie let out a purr of his own. Damn, Pyro was acting like he had never seen anything like it before. The curious fingertips were running all around his impatient member and sometimes the Texan had to bite down his lower lip not to burst into giggling. Once the taller one had found a good way to keep his fingers around the hard organ the shorter one arched his head back with a longing groan. "Goddammit...keep doin' that..." he muttered breathlessly. He spread his legs once more in case Pyro wanted to continue fingering him.
The firestarter had actually been wondering if it was time to retract his digits, but seeing the other splay himself was too great an invitation. Well, if the man wanted more, Pyro would only be happy to give. A new eagerness created in him, he took the two fingers out only to reposition his hand around the front. He had to break their contact to give himself new leverage, but he hoped Engie would forgive him as he knelt facing the other way over the body he laid to the sheets. Keeping the motion Engie had told him to, though now with a forearm to the man's firm gut for support, Pyro lowered his front half to reinstate both fingers at once to nestle inside the yielding fleshy entrance. He took the better angle to push them all the way inside as well. His fingers stroked in a way that would make Engie feel like his member was being caressed inside and out.
"Haaahh..! Aaaah!" The poor Texan was having trouble staying still. He bucked his hips up and arched his back with a soft cry. It was a whole new sensation and it was taking over his whole body like a tidal wave. Damn, it felt amazing! His cheeks were radiating warmth and he felt like a fish with his mouth open as he gasped for air. It had definitely been too long since the last time. In fact, he was afraid he would cum too early and neglect the firebug completely. He wished there was something he could do in return. All he did was lie flat on the bed and moan like a damn girl. But it felt so good he wanted to continue being pleased like this for the rest of his life. "Pahro...you can...ya can come in if ya want," he muttered quietly. That's why the firestarter was fingering him. He was preparing him for something bigger.
Pyro looked up at the verbal cue. The quiet hint was enough to make him blush again, and he felt the organ hovering over Engie's head give a twitch of encouragement. Still with puppy-like energy, he removed his fingers and pounced forward past the body below to turn himself around, then pounced forward again to stamp his hands to the bedding on Engie's either side. He took up the man's knees with his own to toss them into place. Then his tongue invaded Engie's mouth again while he gave a slow, even push forward below to nudge the tip against the waiting opening, stopping there to avoid the mistake of earlier while the man adjusted. He assured Engie and expressed his love with his tongue as best he could while waiting.
Engineer closed his arms around the masked man's upper body as they kissed. This was it. He was going to get Pyro's member inside of him. He told himself to relax. It wasn't going to hurt. He trusted the firebug and to show that he allowed the man to enter him. He let Pyro to be the first man ever entering him. His legs were spread and he took a deep breath to prepare himself mentally. "C'mon..." he whispered into the taller man's soft, wet lips. He could tell Pyro wanted this, his organ was twitching with anticipation as it knew it was going to have fun soon enough.
The encouragement was taken gladly, and the blazing organ sank itself further with a heavy thrust. Pyro kept up the forward force, each constriction of the muscles around him admitting the invader further and further until he was engulfed fully. This feeling of complete heated envelopment caused the firebug to moan intensely into Engie's mouth. He tested his ground with minor gyrations of the hip, his chin against the Texan's as he lifted his lips to strain, "Uhh...love you...so much."
Engineer returned the groans of pleasure Pyro was rewarding him with. The feeling of being filled was incredible and he could tell the firestarter was enjoying himself, too. He dug his nails into Pyro's back, not to hurt him but to encourage him. Having him all the way in didn't feel quite as uncomfortable as he had feared. It hurt just a little bit but that was probably because he had to get used to the alien organ inside of him. "Ah...Ah love ya too," he mumbled before stealing the man's lips for himself once more. He still couldn't see his face but it didn't matter. Perhaps one day the taller man would allow the Texan see what he had been hiding all that time. Perhaps. His train of thoughts crashed when he felt the firebug's hips starting to move in and out of him. He moaned into the kiss, pulling the Mexican down against his front.
Goosebumps raised under the dents Engie's fingers pressed into the back of Pyro's suit. He was so glad the laborer was enjoying himself. The firestarter collapsed lovingly to the man under him when he was pulled. That undershirt still in the way, Pyro hiked it as far as it would go before using both hands to run up the coarse muscle and meet the pair of waiting nipples with his thumbs. Hips moved more freely as Pyro realized he was being met with less and less resistance. He thrust with passion and made meaningless noises as the blazing warmth ran over his member again and again.
Engie let out a growl-like moan when the other man was now caressing his nipples ever so teasingly. Pyro sure wasn't saving any effort; he gave the laborer everything he could without a second thought. He was already thrusting into the Texan rather powerfully, making them both rock lightly on the creaking bed. Engie was having hard time suppressing his moans; every time Pyro hit his prostate he felt like crying out like they did in every goddamn porn movie ever. To get the taller man even deeper the Texan wrapped his legs around the other one's waist. It gave the firebug a better angle.
Pyro loved the constriction around his midsection, but was then surprised at the unexpected angle change. He felt himself plunge somehow even further into the ring of muscle, and a lot smoother. Uhn! Ok, he had to stay here for a moment. The thrusting was replaced by a different sort of gyration. Pyro stirred the organ inside Engie's hole in wide circles. Every nerve was aflame! It was wonderfully indescribable. He panted through a wide grin, fingers raking in claws down the chest before him, "Ahhn! So much...heat! Mmmmhnn!"
When the Mexican rolled his hips against the Texan's ass, Engie couldn't hold back a loud cry of pleasure. He threw his head back and let out a throaty moan, his mind going completely blank. That was amazing. Pyro was amazing! He tried grinding his hips against the taller man's to get him even deeper. He twitched when the firestarter's fingers clawed his nipple a little too roughly. "Ack..! C-careful there, pardner..." He looked up at the taller one with a weak grin on his lips. The man sure got excited; he was like an animal on top of him.
Almost as if to confirm the comparison, Pyro's reaction to Engie joining the gyration was to start a series of beastly rasps. He hadn't meant to nick the other's nipple like that, but couldn't muster an apology at the moment. Instead he just moved his clawing downward to rake over ribs and belly, intensifying the motions when he was clear of any too-exposed nerves. He hunched over the laborer and slammed his stirring hips to match his enhanced vigor.
"Aaaaahhh! G-God..!" The shorter man gritted his teeth, hoping nobody had passed his door for the last ten minutes. Who could blame him, it felt so great he wanted to scream so loudly the whole base heard him. He reached his hand down and grabbed his hard member. He started stroking himself as the firebug kept violating his prostate ever so brutally. He felt the warning wave traveling through his body. He couldn't take much of this anymore; he was closer to the edge than he had realized. "Pahro..." he muttered in between his gasps and moans.
Pyro looked, unsure what the man was trying to tell him. He noticed a clear liquid leaking from Engie's length as the builder stroked himself. Was he trying to tell him about that? A curious hand left its raking to join the hand on the member, gliding each digit over the fluid trickling forth from the burning tip. As he did, something about this whole picture unexpectedly caused a zing in himself that felt like all the blood in his body had flown to his nethers for the sole purpose of overloading them. Nn! Pyro hadn't known when to expect this feeling. He'd only learned when it was coming while he could stroke himself. He wondered if he was leaking like Engie. It felt a strange form of wet inside the Texan.
Engineer gave way to the man's hand gladly. He wanted to feel the firestarter's hand pumping him instead of his own; it felt at least twice as great that way. "Oh God...P-Pahro...keep doin' that...haahh, faster..!" the man on the bottom mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut when the firebug did so. His hand knew what it was doing so at least the Mexican wasn't new to masturbating, no matter how innocent he might have been otherwise. The laborer's fingers took a firm grip of the other's thighs, pulling Pyro's lower body harder against himself. The feeling was so wonderful, so overwhelming Engie simply couldn't hold himself back anymore. He had to cover his mouth with his hand not to howl during his extremely powerful orgasm. His cum spilled all over his chest and stomach and his inner walls contracted around the taller man's length.
Pyro hadn't been expecting this. He marveled at the shot, thinking it resembled when he opened shaken beer bottles. He also gasped to feel his member yanked suddenly in a death grip as Engie bit his hand. Frozen and trembling, Pyro ogled the man. He felt it; he was so close, so on edge...Engie was just too cute! Figuring he'd apologize later if it caused discomfort, but unable to stop himself, Pyro grabbed the man's hips and combined thrusts with stirring. Thrust and stir, thrust and stir. Just a little bit, just to get him over the edge...he came with a squeak like a kitten, the back of his hand to his mouth as he bit a knuckle. His body laxed as he emptied into the hole he filled. His breath steadied and contained nothing but bliss.
Engie could literally feel Pyro cumming inside of him and how his manhood throbbed as he shot his load deep into the laborer. Engie was bathing in his afterglow, panting and moaning as his mind was slowly starting to come back to him. Once they were both done the Texan ran his fingers slowly across the firebug's chin. He chuckled weakly, too exhausted to do anything else. "Wow...that sure was quite a rodeo, huh..?" He grinned before wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He was still hot and sweaty from their heated session but knew his body was going to cool down again soon. "Well? Did ya like it?" he asked, unwrapping his legs from Pyro's waist.
Pulling out, Pyro crawled dizzily to Engie's side and collapsed, wrapping an arm around the man's own. His favorite arm. The one with the glove. Did he like it? How could Engie even ask that? His other arm draped across the man's chest and his cheek smooshed into the Texan's shoulder as he mumbled a sleepy, "Delly-Bell..."
"Firebug," the shorter one replied with a soft grin. He was happier than he had believed himself. Maybe it really was love. He was happy he was able to make someone he cared about so deeply happy. "Ah wanna give ya my love next time," he murmured and leaned in to give Pyro's lips a quick kiss. Who knew when he was going to hide his mouth again.
Pyro certainly wasn't doing anything now. The last thing he did was blush at hearing himself being nicknamed before falling unconscious. He wasn't even awake to be kissed. A single light snore betrayed him after a moment.
Engineer couldn't get rid of the smile on his face when he reached to turn the lights off. Pyro could sleep with him that night; there wasn't anything wrong with that, was there? He was still wearing the open flame suit but if it didn't disturb him, why would it disturb the Texan? After whispering a quiet "good night" he settled himself next to his own little firebug and closed his eyes, the smile remaining on his face until he fell asleep as well.