Pardners

by Mortal Anonymous

Engineer and Pyro have been partners on the battlefield for quite a long time. The firebug adores helping his favorite person, and the Texan enjoys his mumbling mystery of a teammate's quirkiness, but one day it seems like the masked one is taking quirky in a whole new direction.

5. Role Reversal

In the morning, Pyro awoke at the mandatory assigned hour with a shock, sensing the atmosphere was off. As he sat up and looked around, he recalled slowly that indeed, this wasn't his room. He looked next to him to find the stirring man beside him and had to smile, hands to his face to suppress giggles. Then something dawned on him and his fingers spread, poking his face as panic set in. Ack! He had left his mask half-off last night, and now...where was it? He dove beneath a blanket and rooted around for the thing.

"Hrrrrmmmhhh..?" Engineer lazily opened his eyes when he felt Pyro's movements through his sleep. "Pyro..?" He mumbled and leaned into his elbow. Was this some kind of game? "What're ya doin'?" he asked and yawned after his words. The other one was hiding under the blanket. Why had he buried himself so suddenly the whole bed had moved?

The odd lump turned about like a snuffling dog. Engie was ignored until several circles were made and pillows were upturned. Then a happy sound was made and Pyro appeared from under the blanket, mask in place and giving an "ok" sign as he finished pulling up his zipper. Now the only question was...where was Engie's bathroom? Safe as he felt, he was still dirty.

"Ummhh...Ah don't have mah own shower like you do. Ah just use the one downstairs." He rubbed the back of his neck. Spy and Pyro were the only ones who had private showers; the rest of the team had to share the common ones. It was a little unfair to him but he reckoned nobody else had the need to hide their faces or bodies.

Really? Not even a sink? Pyro was discouraged but supposed he could put up with the mess a bit longer. Instead of complaining, he just gave Engie a good morning "kiss" on the temple and got up.

The shorter man followed, grimacing weakly when his behind reminded him of what they had done last night. He was still feeling their sex; too bad it wasn't quite as pleasant anymore. He did his best to hide it, though. "Ya can go and have a shower in your room if ya want. Ah don't mind," he assured and headed for his wardrobe to grab himself a clean shirt.

Collecting his air tank and bandolier, Pyro made a sound of agreement. That was the plan. Noting the empty slot on the sash, there was someone he needed to collect, anyway. As he exited the room, he literally almost bumped into Scout, and Sniper was walking in the direction both intended to go. The former yelled and jumped back while the latter looked back at the noise. Then both gave Pyro a strange look. He waved a bright good morning and whistled his way to collect his teddy and get cleaned up for breakfast. The day was so bright, he couldn't wait to see everyone.

"Wait, was that..? Did he just..?" The Aussie stared after the whistling man, then turned to look at the door like it was about to do something extraordinary. Soon it opened again and Engie almost bumped into them as well. "Ah! Good mornin'!" He saluted the two with a wide grin on his face before heading for the opposite direction from where Pyro had gone, with a towel on his shoulder.

"I...I think so." Scout shared the sharpshooter's level of stun. Then an inkling of mischief hit his eye. Oh boy, was he going to have a field day.

It got a bit awkward in the dining hall. Pyro arrived to find most of his teammates sitting around and puzzling over two blobs of melted wax, seemingly once candles. "Curious. Zhey've fused right to zhe wood. Zhey must have been burning for hours," Medic was saying. Pyro's approach was noted and he was polled by the Scot, "Ey, lad, you're the one who's been gettin' fancy with the flames. Did you do this? Tryin' ta set traps for us noo and all?" Pyro blanched as he recognized the blobs. An absent-minded hand went to his candle pouch. Oops. Well, he was glad they hadn't caused an accident.

"We are lucky zhey deed not cause a fire. You'd better be more careful next time." Spy shot the firestarter a meaningful look. They already had a fire two days back in Engie's workshop; they didn't need another one in the dining hall.

"C'mon, don't be so hard on Mumbles. He had hotter things t'think about, ain't that right?" Scout smirked at the man in the flame suit. Others looked at him, as if asking what the heck he meant with his wit. The unspoken question was pretty much answered when the Texan joined the group. "Mornin', everyone!" He lifted his hand in the air to greet his beloved teammates. The Frenchman couldn't help a knowing grin. He knew that look. Combined with what the rabbit had just said there was no doubt about what Pyro had been thinking to be so reckless.

If there was any doubt, the Bostonian immediately cleared it by announcing, "Neeeew couplllle! Ooo-ooo!" He hooted as he danced by the doorway and pointed accusing fingers between the pair. Pyro's stance showed first surprise, but then relief as he realized no one was actually mad at him about the candles. A tut escaped him at the runner's silly dance.

"Hey, cut that out, boy..!" The Texan didn't seem to be quite as relieved. He only found the kid's behavior annoying, nothing else. On the other hand, it was true. They were a couple now and he would never even consider claiming otherwise. He glanced at the rest of the team around the table. Some of them were smiling the "I-knew-it-all-along" smile; others were just staring at them in surprise. Well, fair enough. "Can we just eat now?" he asked muttering, pulling his hardhat lower to cover his eyes and slightly reddish cheeks. He didn't like being a center of attention, unlike the runner.

Because of this, Scout wasn't letting up. He joined the man and invaded his space with teasing questions. "No way! So tell me, seriously, how'd it happen? Did you have to tame him with a whip and a chair and stuff? Who tops? What's he look like? Is it even a he?" Medic slowly slid in to join the space on the other side where Pyro had sat next to Engie. His face was very badly suppressing perverted interest.

"Now listen here, you!" Engie slammed his fist into the table, so hard his plate jumped in the air. "That ain't any of your business, mister! If ya think Ah'm gonna tell you a damn thing about our personal affairs, ya couldn't be more mistaken!" He snarled, glaring daggers at the bunny. It wasn't Scout's business who topped or what Pyro looked like. The masked man would tell those things to him himself if he ever felt like the kid needed to know. He found the Bostonian's words extremely insulting and unfair towards Pyro.

Scout smirked, knowing he'd hit a nerve. It was his job to annoy, as he saw it, and this was too easy, even if part of him was actually curious. "Hey, fine, I got it, sorry...but honestly, do you at least know what's been up with him? That one's a legitimate question." Elbow on the table, he tossed a raised eyebrow the builder's way suggesting the point wasn't too arguable.

Pyro meanwhile was being given a curious once-over by a face supported in a curled hand, but with half-lidded eyes that somehow made him...uncertain. "So...you are familiar wizh romance, are you..?" Luckily for Pyro, a frumping Heavy appeared suddenly behind them and shoved Medic over, then sitting pointedly between he and the firestarter. As the doctor defended his actions as a joke to an unblinking glower, Pyro gave a "whoof" kind of noise and a shake of the head, starting to pile his plate. My, everyone was interesting this morning!

"Yeah, Ah do know. Mah words got him upset, that's all. Everything's back ta normal now," Engie replied shortly and followed Pyro to get something on his plate. Damn kid and his big mouth. He could feel their gazes burning and he leaned closer to the firebug. "Don't mind them, okay?" he murmured. Maybe he was a little overprotective about the taller man but he felt like the man in the flame suit couldn't really defend himself in front of their stupid comments. Heck, he probably didn't even realize they were teasing him.

Scout had to fight not to further haze the man, but as a team player, managed to re-direct his incredulous questions about lover's tiffs and Pyro having PMS by leaning over the table and muttering them to Sniper, who happened to be in that seat. A piece of toast dangled from under Pyro's mask and crunched as he listened to Engie. He gave a happy shrug and a peace sign to show he was just glad to be part of it. He was glad they weren't still too upset with him to not tease. But as he ate, the suited man started to feel an odd prickle in his jawline. He noticed a teammate or two the other side of the table watching him, and realized they were trying to catch a glimpse of his face. The only person he saw not doing it was Heavy, unless you counted his glare preventing the doctor from trying to peek as well. For the first time ever, Pyro felt a twinge of public nervousness. The man hunched lower, wary of this new attention. Why did he suddenly feel like something from one of those new "zoo" things?

"Guys, cut that out." The laborer wrapped his arm around Pyro's shoulders protectively and gave the rest of the group a warning look. He was like a mother tiger trying to protect her cub from harm. He had always been that way when it came to people he had been with. The firestarter was his first man but he still felt the need to defend him whenever needed. Besides, he didn't like people staring at what was his own. He could sense Pyro's nervousness, even though he didn't know how. Maybe he was just starting to know him better to read his body language. A few gazes turned away but Scout, Soldier and Spy were still too curious not to look.

The firebug was grateful to his defender. He couldn't completely blame the others; he knew what it was like to be curious. Oh, did he know. And even though he didn't know how to word it, he felt like invasiveness was their way of getting closer to one another. This meant...they were less afraid. He gave a little giggle while briefly grabbing and resting his head to Engie's shoulder. As Scout observed he noted, "Y'know, I think I'm officially the only one-a you guys who isn't totally fru-fru bananas."

"How can you know when you 'ave never even 'ad sex, boy?" the agent asked and his wit earned a few snorts. In Scout's situation he shouldn't be very picky. Getting laid was still getting laid. In a base filled with big, hairy men they should've been happy with what they got besides their own hand. Engie knew he was being childish but he couldn't help chuckling himself as well. Partly to pay the kid back for his never-ending babbling.

Scout was red in a second. He thumped his fists weakly to the table as his mouth struggled for once to find defense. "I...I...I'm savin' myself for Miss Pauling! And you eat snails!" This was the best he came up with, his finger accusing the Frenchy. A brief puss was thrown Engie's way, the runner knowing he was enjoying this vengefully. Well, the topic seemed to have successfully shifted. Pyro's nerves turned once more jovial. He really did love being surrounded by such colorful characters.

"Really? And what makes you zhink she would be interested een a first-timer? Eef you wish to impress her, I would suggest you practice first," the masked man countered with a bored look all over his face. Once again the room was filled with snickers and snorts. "Besides, snails 'ave never been my thing," he added.

The runner hunched, nose scrunching that way it did when he got flared up. "Hey man, I'm awesome! I'd be great at s-sex! I...I bet you only say I should practice cuz you want me! Well bad news, bucko, I ain't nobody's bottom! Or...anything else you guys do." He stuck his nose up snobbishly. A spark ran through Medic's eye when Scout referenced his assertion. Ohh, all this talk...when had breakfast become so sexy? He felt himself warming and started running a finger over the arm beside him he leaned on. Pyro wanted to get in on the banter surrounding Scout. Um, but what normally went into a zinger?

"Of course, of course," Spy agreed, although he was still wearing a nasty little grin that said he didn't believe a word.

"If ya fook as ya run, then it's gonna be ovah in ten seconds!" Demo was also joining the conversation and Heavy burst into roaring laughter. "Still enough t'get him off," the Aussie added and more laughter followed. Engie leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the show. At the moment the boy's head was redder than his shirt. Man, there was nothing quite like good old-fashioned karma for breakfast.

"Son, if your penis was asked to stand at attention, I think the exhaustion would kill it!" Soldier put in. Amidst the new wave of laughs, Pyro was determined to earn one himself. He had to say something..! Ok, ok... "Mm, huph phuph uh nuphuph, uh buph huh woorph phan muh muh phurph phum!" Pyro exclaimed. His hands mimicked a clumsy handjob as he thumbed in Scout's direction. Then both hands opened and swayed to indicate stupidity and he clutched his gut giggling.

Engineer was the only one laughing. Only he had gotten it. "Ya said it, buddy! His hand will have ta do for the next twenty years." He patted the firebug's back approvingly. It seemed Pyro had quite a healthy sense of humor. The others just smiled awkwardly, trying to decide whether it had been funny or not.

Scout wasn't even sure whether to be insulted. Soldier just looked confused. Medic was still not paying attention to anything but sexual buzzwords and had taken to suckling Heavy's inner elbow. Pyro saw his crack hadn't gone over well, but with Engie laughing he felt like he'd won a million bucks. He tried another line. "Un...un...duh unluh puphun whood suhk ud uhs hus hat..!"

Engineer held his stomach, imagining the poor kid pleasing himself on one of his hats. That was just too much. "Pahro..! Stop it, mah stomach can't take all this right after eatin'!" He was leaning on the taller man not to fall over. How could anyone come up with stuff like that? The others still didn't seem to get it. They exchanged glances with one another, like silently asking what the two were talking about.

Pyro respected the builder's request and the two laughed themselves back to silence. Pyro looked around the room and had spread his hands to poll, a smile somehow making it into his voice, "Surruphluh? Nuphun?"

"Awww, c'mon, fellas! Where's your sense of humor?" Engineer asked when the others stayed quiet. They just couldn't make anything out of the mumbling. They might have laughed otherwise, too.

"What Ah'd give ta know how you two foond each other," Demo shook his head at the pair, but he said it in a way that betrayed he was at least amused by their actions if not Pyro's jokes. "Roight," Sniper had decided to just let it go, "Well Oi don't know about you lot, but Oi'm lookin' forward to today's mission, so Oi think we'd better cut the chat and get goin'. Heads won't hunt themselves, ya know." The day's event was in local farmland where most of their provisions were harvested, and it was ideal for sniping; plus the Aussie had been dying to get in some arrow practice.

"Sometimes I wish zhey deed. Zhey would do a better job zhan you." Spy got up as well, willing to prepare himself for the battle, too. He loved annoying the bushman; it was his favorite hobby. The others mumbled something to agree with the gunman and one by one they left the table. So did Engie and Pyro. Unlike Sniper, Engineer wasn't a big fan of the locale they were going to use that day. It was small and the both teams were always all over the place. He was never able to build sentries there; they were always taken down when they were still babies.

Spy was spared an eye roll and a "Mneah." He'd been ragging specifically about Sniper's job a lot lately and the topic was getting too old for the man to care much anymore. As everyone left to collect their weapons, Pyro noticed Engie looked a bit uncertain. He knew where they were headed hardly allowed for their usual setup, and wondered if it made things hard for the builder. Walking beside him, an idea came and he nudged the shoulder beside his own. Then his hands framed a small area while he suggested perhaps mini-sentries? If the man hadn't already decided it was a bad tactic or anything...

"Yeah, that's what Ah thought, too. Still, it ain't the same as buildin' the big ones. Not as rewardin'." He tried to explain with a weak smile on his lips. Mini-sentries were the best option that day, but he preferred the big guns himself. It was like being offered some leftovers while the others were feasting on the greatest meals of their lives. Well, there wasn't anything to say about it. Perhaps the next day would be better for him. "What about yerself? Ya have a plan what you're gonna do or are ya just gonna go for the control point?" He asked as he filled his tool kit for the battle.

Pyro gave a sympathetic sigh. He didn't really understand the intricacies of Engie's job; only where he usually set up and where his patterns took him. Wishing he could be more help the firestarter lowered a better option with one hand and offered his sledgehammer. If not the sentries, he could guard the dispenser...if the builder wanted. He mumbled that his general course of action was to catch anyone trying to be sneaky by catching them in the tight halls. Y'know, like a surprise party.

The Texan couldn't help a playful smirk as he leaned in to whisper into Pyro's ear, "Didn't get enough of mah tight halls last night?" he asked and pulled back with a chuckle. He knew it was a terrible joke but he simply couldn't have helped himself. That had been one heck of a surprise party they had had last night.

A thud as the first axe was dropped and Pyro's hands clenched around the sledgehammer. S-So bold..! How unlike Engie! His own awkward chuckle as he flashed back to visions of the Texan writhing beneath him. A hand fanned his face though it could in no way feel the air. Then the hand gave Engie a bashfully flippant wave as if to say, "Oh, you..!"

The man's grin only widened at the firebug's rewarding reaction. It was even better than he had imagined. He suddenly got an itching need to kiss the taller man but since the whole team was there to see he couldn't. Well, maybe later after the battle. He already missed Pyro's voice. He wondered if the firestarter was going to speak to him more often or if he would go back to mumbling through the mask. Well, Engie understood him anyway, whether he mumbled or talked. The two joined the rest of the team at the gate and soon enough the doors opened and they were off.

Pyro couldn't help but feel a bit flushed as he hung around the long hallway, burning BLU Scout and Spy trying to take the roundabout way and get behind enemy lines. Engie's analogy shone more on the brightly colored walls the longer he stayed. Running back and forth through them also brought his own heated analogy. Eventually Pyro was giggling to himself and hugging one of said walls. As such, he was startled by the back-up the BLUs he had killed sent. Luckily the Heavy-Medic pair paused long enough to stare at him that he could register their presence and make an escape. Eep!

"Sentry down!" the Texan shouted once again. Had it been the seventh one already? Damn, those mini-sentries broke down way too easily. It was really hard for the laborer, actually. Each building he built was like a child to him. Engineer knew they were all just lifeless pieces of metal, but he still built them with care. He always took good care of them to make sure nobody blew them up. He'd rather explode with them than run away, leaving his constructions without anyone to save them. Mini-sentries were nothing but puppets. They were not meant to be fixed, they were meant to be broken, over and over again. Engie was having hard time mentally, but if not anything else, at least his shotgun was blessed with crits. So he shot the enemy Soldier in the face as thanks for breaking the sentry.

"Incomiiiing!" RED Sniper yelled from the roof. Apparently the BLU was breaking through their defense. "You don't 'ave to yell, you imbecile!" Spy retorted immediately from the ground.

"Ehh, stuff it up yer arse, ya fancy spook," the sharpshooter bit back, and pointedly headshot a Demoman who'd been about to fire a grenade the agent's way.

While Pyro was healing himself at the dispenser on the outside wall of the point, he heard it announced that inside was being captured. Oh no, the pair that had chased him off made it all the way in! He wasn't sure what to do; taking down a Heavy with his Medic was always difficult. He did a quick Spy sweep around the dispenser before running past the little hut's opening a few times. Each pass he tried to get some chip damage off the medic or at least set one of them on fire...he only managed to get Heavy alight, but it really didn't make much difference.

Engineer looked all around him. The whole RED team was in the need of their Medic but since Heavy didn't allow him to heal anyone but himself, their situation wasn't looking too promising. Their Demoman was missing a hand, Soldier was half dead because of his reckless rocketjumping and Scout was lucky he still had his head on. Unfortunately they would most likely lose the match unless something happened, and quickly. Then it hit him. He set up yet another mini-sentry and without waiting for it to get blown into pieces he rushed to the spot he had last seen Pyro. "Hey..! Hey, let's try a thing, okay?" he asked, panting when he finally found the firebug healing himself at the dispenser. "Let's separate them. You blow Heavy away and Ah'll shoot the doc. Ah have a few crits over here." He patted his trustworthy shotgun. It was a risky plan and there was always a chance Pyro was going to die or suffer otherwise. Still, since nobody else was doing anything, at least it was worth a try.

"Mm!" Pyro shot a thumb up. Sounded good to him. Any idea was welcome, and he trusted the builder to be able to pull off an attack with him. As soon as he was topped off on health he ran another Spy sweep and crouched around the corner of the hut. The instant it sounded like Heavy had lifted his gun, Pyro charged. Unfortunately what hadn't been accounted for was an über. It seemed the BLU giant being on fire was enough to get his medic one, and as soon as it was popped Pyro knew the plan had to change. Engie's shotgun wouldn't do anything to someone invulnerable. He saw BLU Medic pass by the door and knew that was his chance. FWOOSH! The doctor went flying halfway across the stretch of grass outside. Pyro turned and lit Heavy up again to make it easier on his partner, but fast returned to keeping the medic at bay. He wasn't using the über to run, but was trying desperately to get his beam back on the man with the minigun.

"Doktor?!" The BLU Russian called after his teammate who was now flying in mid-air. Engie saw his chance and jumped out. It was going to take a few critical shots to kill an overhealed Heavy, but boy, was he ready to give it a try. "Over here, ugly!" the Texan shouted, steering the man's attention away from Pyro who was holding Medic back. The shotgun fired and sparks flew everywhere. Then again, and again. It was his luck the giant man was so slow, otherwise he'd have been dead already. The bigger one roared in pain with every shot and soon the minigun started spinning again. Not for long anymore. "Pahro! Finish him off!" The Texan shouted to his teammate before the BLU filled him with lead. At least he was weak; it wouldn't take very much to kill him anymore.

"Yaaaah!"

"Huddaaah!"

Both Pyro and the enemy doctor ran forward. Pyro's flamethrower was running on fumes, so he had to pull out his own shotgun. Medic may have had speed, but the firebug had the distance advantage. Before the minigun was lowered on him he unloaded every shot in a clip into the large man, even as he fell. Medic's über fizzled out as he stumbled to a stop on the point between the two REDs. "Ah-hah..." he laughed nervously as they reloaded. A moment. Then he pulled out a saw from his coat and swung in a wild last-ditch attempt to actually escape.

Engineer's shotgun didn't have crits anymore, but two shots were still enough to end the German's life. At least for now. The Texan leaned against the wall with a shaky sigh. "That was a close one...right..?" He gave the taller man a relieved smile. Situations like these really made his heart race time after time, respawn or not. "Ya did great. Thanks, pardner." He offered his fist for the other man to bump it.

"Yuh! Buh wuuhuuh!" The muffled man's heart was racing as well, but from excitement. He reveled in battle; it was just too fun! He thought Engie was going for a high five and turned to offer one, but looked down to find the fist, so instead he slapped his palm to that as a joke. A bubbly chuckle accented the motion.

Engie joined the laughter. It just felt so natural to have these silly moments with Pyro. They were so casual and made his heart lighter somehow. "Well, Ah suppose it's time ta get the point back again...damn that Heavy, he could let Doc heal others too instead of him only." The Texan sighed and forced himself back to his feet.

A nod and further thumbs up from the suited man. As soon as someone else entered the hut, though, he ran to get more ammo. He wasn't much of a defender without it! Scout was his replacement, soon joined by RED's own Heavy-Medic team. The latter were arguing. "You have problem with new restrictions? Stop flirting with teammates!"

Medic scoffed. "I have told you, zhe Pyro is only a curiosity! Not letting me über ozhers was reasonable, but not letting me heal zhem? Schtupid!" They noticed Engineer and quickly averted their gazes. Scout smirked at them while he sat on a barrel. He was pretty much just there to be a body and throw milk, so he might as well enjoy any drama he saw.

"Listen, Doc, ya can be just as curious as ya want, but ya won't touch Pyro. Ya got that? He ain't a damn toy." Engineer frowned at the taller man. He was opposing their medic, which was never a good thing. The German was insane and liable to do lots of things if he was annoyed to do them. Still, the Texan was not going to let the mad doctor too close to his little firebug. Who knew what the healer would do to him, out of "curiosity"?

The doctor's eyes rolled. "Vhy does everyone zhink I cannot control myself?" Heavy answered for him, pointedly, "Because Doktor cannot." A glower passed between them before Medic continued, "Rest assured, Engineer, I don't vant to take your Pyro...honestly, I just find him so fascinating. Und knowing he has the capacity to participate in a relationship, vell, can you blame my interest?" He smiled quite charmingly to the goggled man. "If only ozhers would realize I vas not serious." Heavy's nose twitched. He looked as though he was suppressing something he could use against the doctor, but didn't want to.

"Well, ta be honest, Ah can blame ya." Engie kept his head. "Pyro is very sensitive. He ain't an experiment ya can just poke with a stick as ya please. Maybe ya should control your curiosity, Doc. There are others who seem ta want your attention more than Pyro." he continued, glancing at Heavy. Why couldn't the German be satisfied with just one man? Why did he need to flirt with everyone he saw? It was like he was trying to get Heavy jealous on purpose.

One of those crazy eye glints proved Medic's insanity as he replied, a hand clutching the air, "Sensitive! Oh, but zhat is vhy I want to poke...stick...dissect..!" And then he was headshot. He fell to the ground in a rather comical fashion, cross-eyed with a spin. It was amazing their little therapy session lasted as long as it did with four classes inside the hut, but their Soldier and Demo couldn't hold back the entire other team forever. Not with only support classes and a flame-less Pyro to help. Everyone in the hut was standing pretty still, too; just asking to be sniped, really. Scout panicked and threw his milk at the doorway the bullet had come from. This turned out to be lucky, as that was the door the enemy Pyro, Demo and Heavy were taking. Scout ran out the other entrance to try and loop around to do damage to their backs. RED Heavy ducked, predicting another sniping bullet that passed overhead. He knew he was the next best target. Yelling while he knelt, he then opened fire on the intruders. They'd held the point for less than half the time they needed; they couldn't lose it now!

Pyro had found his ammo and was going back to the hut when he noticed a blue shape shifting through one of their upstairs windows. He gasped. Their sniper was up there! He had to help! A direct path was made for the stairs in the RED side's building. Not just Engie, he had to save any teammate who was in danger...danger...d-d-definitely not in danger! The man with the flamethrower hesitated for only a second before backpedaling and clutching his weapon to him while he blushed furiously around two corners. He hadn't been noticed, but with that going on he didn't expect to be! The RED sniper was still aiming arrows out the window, but firing them less often and with a bit more wobble. His pants were also around his ankles as the BLU spy pressed into his back, arm wrapping to perform some clearly shonky business to borrow a phrase! Pyro might not have minded himself being seen in an affectionate situation, but...yeee!

Engie set another mini-sentry on the ground, just to disturb the BLUs that were now firing at Heavy and himself. When Demo blew it to pieces the Texan built another one from the shattered scrap metal. In no time the two took down the intruders who fell on the floor, lifeless and full of lead. There was no sign of their teammates. No wonder; they weren't expected to live very long without Medic taking care of their wounds. "Why aren't ya lettin' Doc heal the others? We're a team, we need each other here on the field." he notified and loaded his shotgun in case they'd face some more trouble. He understood the Russian was worried about his complicated relationship with the doctor, but it was not an excuse to act so selfishly.

Not knowing Pyro had been there, Spy's hand continued doing what it was doing and slipped into the Aussie's underwear. "Your aim ees terrible today, mon chéri. You 'aven't 'ad a single headshot for a while," he purred into the taller man's ear who grunted in protest. "Zhere. Surely you can take down our Soldier?" The masked man nodded at the slow American who was nearing the checkpoint, cannon on his shoulder. When Sniper aimed, the Frenchman squeezed the already stiff member in those boxers and the arrow hit one of the pumpkins. Spy bit back a snicker. "Oh, bushman...I always zhought you were better zhan zhat." He shook his head, as if he was disappointed his lover was good for nothing.

If it wasn't for the Mad Milk, those on point probably wouldn't have made it through this wave of attack. In fact because of it, they came out rather well. Scout even followed through on his plan and contributed a few shots on his way to bash in that sniper's skull. Yup, the point had become quiet for the moment, and they hadn't even let the capture slip once. In the momentary hush Heavy turned slightly toward Engineer. "I do not judge your actions; you do not judge me. Besides, we have dispenser, we have sandvich." He loomed over the short man before calmly offering forth his object of nourishment. They had naturally both suffered damage from the attack, but Heavy was still healthier than any other class on their best day.

Even two halls away Pyro could still hear the goings-on by that last window. "Bloody rotten tossah," Sniper was panting, "Holdin' my nethers hostage. You've just gotten plain dirty now." The blue agent would be smirking through the audible pecks dotting the nape of his bushman's neck. "Now now, no need to be rude...you just need to focus; remember, zhe faster you get a headshot, zhe sooner you may cum." Pyro clutched his cheeks as he heard the sharpshooter let out a kind of angrily aroused rasp. Maybe he should go see what Engie was doing! Yes, that sounded like a plan! He darted down the stairs to his right as embarrassed as could be.

"Thanks." The Texan took the sandwich and soon felt the healing effect taking care of his wounds. "Ah ain't judging you, pardner. Ah'm just sayin' that dispenser and sandvich ain't enough for the whole team. Solly and Demo are good in the front line and they get hurt there easily. They can't afford ta come back ta mah dispenser every time they get hurt. That takes way too much time," he reasoned, wishing the Russian wouldn't be so headstrong about who Medic should heal and who he shouldn't. He still didn't want to insult Heavy by saying he was selfish or anything. When Pyro rushed up to them Engie gave him a cheerful smile. "Hey there. Where's the fire?" he asked. The firebug had been in a rush, at least so it looked like. He planted yet another mini-sentry on the floor to guard the point with them.

Heavy closed his eyes and gave an even sigh with a furrowed brow. He knew the engineer made a good point, but the battlefield really wasn't the place to talk about such things. He shouldn't even have been doing it earlier. And with Pyro's arrival, well, that took the laborer's attention anyway, so there was no need to continue the subject. With a light pant, Pyro put a hand to Engie's shoulder and hung his head before telling him he really needed to learn to spycheck more. Then he remembered what he'd been escaping and realized it probably wouldn't matter for a while. He doubted there would be any trouble in that area. Still...Engie should get on that.

"Spahcheck? So there's a spah creepin' around here?" The Texan automatically scanned his surroundings. "Did he get anyone? Where'd ya see him?" he asked, just wanting to be sure. He had to admit it was another good part of having a mini-sentry day. The sappers weren't causing much damage so the laborer didn't have to stay 100% focused on a nest all the time. He still didn't want to get a knife into his back so it was better to be safe than sorry.

Pyro's fingertips met his face in exasperation, but also a tad of amusement. He knew it wasn't always Engie's job, but the way he greeted everyone with instant acceptance was going to get him killed more often than not. It was adorable, yes, but going to get him killed. He explained his concern, starting with, "Uh cudduh buhn uh spuh..."

When the firestarter tapped his face the builder understood that yes, indeed, perhaps he really should keep in mind to spycheck more often. He just welcomed Pyro there, not considering the taller man could be Spy. His cheeks were touched by a pink tone when Pyro started speaking. "And? Why didn't ya burn him, then?" he asked, tilting his head slightly and placing his hands onto his hips.

"Uhhh..." Pyro wasn't sure if he should divulge what he'd witnessed. He figured he really shouldn't, so he instead opted to point lamely out the door and mumble something about helping Demoman and Soldier. He took his leave. Heavy made no comment on the scene he'd been bystander to, but his eyes betrayed a moment of jealousy as he spun up his gun. If there was frontline activity, someone would surely straggle through.

With a confused look all over his face Engie stared after Pyro as he left. What kind of a reason had that been? Spychecking was one of the firestarter's most important jobs. His thoughts were interrupted when he realized he was standing in the middle of a blue stickybomb farm. He jumped in order to get away, but it was already too late for him. He exploded into pieces and so did his mini-sentry. BLUs were determined to cap the point that time.

Left by himself, Heavy did his best to stop it from happening. He got the Scotsman, but unfortunately another BLU was right behind him and he had lost a lot of health. He joined Engineer in spawn as the point was lost. "Ugh...losing to Scout is worst humiliation," he complained. Behind him a voice barked, "Zhere you are! Honestly, I could not even get back to zhe point wizhout assistance. So cruel, making me sit in here." Heavy didn't reply to the German now grudgingly healing him but did let slip a little self-satisfied smile. Medic was having to depend on him; good. As the two left, the doctor, not happy about being ignored, turned and rebelliously gave Engie a quick overheal before going back to Heavy.

The Texan rewarded his efforts with a quiet little grin. The Russian hadn't noticed anything. And where was Sniper? Why wasn't he covering the control point from the roof like he was supposed to? "We have lost the control point!" Announcer informed and somewhere the BLUs were cheering. "Darn!" Engie cursed and followed the healer and his huge pet to the field. All of their teammates were crying out to get Medic's attention but every time Heavy gave him a warning glance. He wasn't going to allow it. Since the day's mission was short they had to perform three matches. They only won one of them. Heavy might have not realized it, but Medic was a very important link keeping their team going. It hadn't been a very fair match because REDs had been low in health most of the time so it was no wonder they were grumpy once they were leaving the spawn to return home and slink to their rooms.

The only one who didn't seem too upset was Sniper. He sounded quite pleased with himself as he whistled his way toward his camper, bow slung over both shoulders. Well, he was! He'd gotten his headshot while suffering Spy's torment, effectively shutting the spook up, and the cream of it all was he'd ended the day by killing the man! Truly excellent. As for the healing trouble, it sounded like Heavy more than realized Medic's importance. That seemed to be the problem. "I would let you if only I could trust you again," he was saying, "Medic keeps team alive, but is too easy with getting lost in attention." The doctor defended, "I cannot help being vanted. You are just making zhese rules to be difficult." Pyro watched the two and wondered if there was something he could do to help. It was bad anyway that they seemed upset, but they didn't seem to be having fun on the field, either. It was making everyone mopey.

"Dey want healing is all. I want more from Doktor. I make rules because you go away too easily," the giant defended his own actions. He would be happy to let Medic run after others if he was sure the German would keep his eyes off their asses. He didn't like the feeling the doctor was nothing but the team's whore. Medic seemed to enjoy the idea, though.

"Man...Ah've gotta admit Heavy's picked one tricky guy fer himself," Engie muttered, watching the two disappearing towards the infirmary. He couldn't take the idea of Pyro longing for someone else all the time or flirting with their teammates.

"Mrr?" The firestarter questioned what Engie meant. Tricky guy? He'd never seen Medic pull any pranks...or was that why he wasn't healing? It was a joke? He asked for an explanation of the joke.

"Well, it ain't really a joke, it's more like..." Engie did some circling gestures with his hands, wondering how he should've explained it. "Heavy likes him very much. However, he's afraid that Medic doesn't like him back quite as much. He's jealous in case someone wants ta steal Doc from him," he tried.

A sound of connection burst from Pyro's mask. Is that all it was, a case of proven love? Well, that shouldn't be too hard to fix. In fact, could there be a sweeter thing to help with? He tugged the builder's sleeve as he rushed to catch the bickerers before they were completely out of range.

"Oh dear..." Engie mumbled to himself before dashing after the firebug. "Pyro, Ah dunno if we should interfere..! It ain't really our business!" he called after the taller one. Well, actually it was, since they were a team and Heavy's jealousy was harming them all. Still, he couldn't help finding the situation a little awkward.

Pyro was too busy calling to grab the pair's attention to hear. He was successful, as both parties paused to look back curiously. Before he could be asked anything, Pyro jumped for their inside hands and folded them around each other between his as best he could. Then he told each party not to worry because the other loved them very much. Some blinking, then Medic turned coy as he glanced to the mess of hands. "Oh, Herr Pyro, you couldn't possibly be suggesting such a zhing..." Heavy instantly accused, "There! Dat! Dat is what you do!"

"Uhhhh, sorry guys, he tends ta get a little carried away sometimes." Engineer hurried after the man in the flame suit and quickly pulled him to safety before Medic could try anything funny on him. Pyro didn't know it, but love didn't always work like it did in fairy tales. Heavy and Medic's love was...complicated, to say the very least. The German had once again taken the opportunity to try his games on another man when Heavy was standing right next to him with a displeased frown covering his face.

To Heavy, Medic addressed with a casual shrug, "Vhat? He said it; you were even included..." His attention turned to Engineer as the man pulled Pyro back. "Carried avay..? Oh, don't tell me he vas actually proposing bozh of you to join us. Even furzher disreputable." His expression betrayed that he didn't find it so one bit, as did the finger loosening his collar just the tiniest smidge. The hand still in Heavy's was encased harder in a painful-looking grip. The doctor didn't flinch, however, as he continued his partially-lidded eye contact with the builder. Pyro stood in Engie's hold and was just a tad confused. What exactly had Medic thought he said..?

"Now wait just a moment, will ya!" The Texan raised his hand as if to tell the doctor to shut up. "First of all, we ain't gonna join ya anywhere, so ya can both take it easy. Second, your stupid arguing's gonna ruin the whole team's success. And third, Pyro was just tryin' ta tell you how nothin' else should matter to the two of you besides each other. If ya'd only stop flirtin' with others he wouldn't need ta be so overprotective!" He looked at Medic in his eyes, hoping the German would at least try to understand where he was coming from.

Heavy gave a solid nod and a grunt in support of everything Engie had said. A steely sting shot through Medic's eye that could have stunned an angry bear. As quick as it came, it went, and the man's arms lifted in a passive, happy shrug. "Ahh, vell you must pardon me. I do not schpeak Mumble. I suppose it must require a certain grasp of anozher intellectual tier. Und as for zhe team, zhat is exactly vhy we are arguing. I am trying to heal you, ja? I simply cannot vork unless I am close to my patients." He glanced pleasantly, assuring at Heavy before his gaze turned cool, turning to and almost daring the Texan to say something else deemed out of bounds. Pyro didn't know why, but he felt a shiver.

Engineer was about to open his mouth, but that was pretty much all he was able to do when those blue, piercing eyes drilled straight through his skull. It seemed like he had frozen under the doctor's icy gaze. "Ummh...a-alrighty, then...just wanted ta...ya know, know we all agree here." He hurried to give Medic a forced grin that looked more like a grimace. Still, it was something. "So, uhhh...Ah think Pyro and Ah are gonna go now, got a lot ta plan for t'morrow, right? See ya later, fellas." He waved his hand quickly before turning around, steering Pyro with him. "That guy always manages ta give me creeps," he whispered on their way.

"Da." Heavy decided it was time to go, too, and yanked his doctor's arm to make him follow as he departed the opposite way. The last thing drifting into the distance was an only slightly discomforted, but more-so intrigued, "Ahn! Such a grip; I zhink you may have broken a couple bones..!" Pyro looked over his shoulder as he was steered off. He was disappointed that he hadn't appeared to be much help. He told Engie that he was only sad Medic had misunderstood him. Whatever he had heard. What had he heard? The doctor had had a clear idea of something. He asked that as well.

"Well, his mind is a little...complicated, ta say the least...he hears what he wants ta hear," Engie started carefully. How was he going to explain the German had wanted him and Pyro to have sex with them? "Ah think he's sexually frustrated for some reason. All he can think of is that one thing and...Ah'm pretty sure he understood your words like that, too. He thought ya wanted ta jump in with them both, maybe even bring me along, too." He explained everything as well as he could without sounding too radical.

A prolonged note of stunned exclamation filtered through Pyro's mask. His posture was all embarrassment. He'd had no idea his speech was so easily interpreted that way! And thinking of doing such a thing...he'd only ever wanted sex with one man, and had only just gotten to do that once! But...sex with Engie and others at the same time..? No, no, he shouldn't consider an option like that. He shook his head and determined he had better make himself clear to the others, and made a flustered running start for the infirmary.

"Waaaaait; where are ya goin'!?" The Texan dashed after him but the firebug was surprisingly fast. He wasn't going back to see Medic and Heavy, was he? Damn, the Mexican's head didn't work properly to understand that was not a good idea. "Pahro, ya don't need ta go there! Ah already cleared the misunderstanding!" Engie kept calling after the firestarter. This time it definitely wasn't his fault Pyro was upset.

Pyro did halt. He turned and sounded to be blinking in in registration as he asked, "Rulluh?" Thinking back, he supposed Engie did tell Medic they wouldn't go with him...well, wasn't Engie smart! As the man skidded to a stop and bumped his chest, Pyro wrapped a grateful hug around him and said a chipper thanks as well as, "Yuhr pho phmurt!"

"No need ta...thank...me..." the other one replied huffing, catching his breath after such a sudden spurt. At least he managed to stop Pyro from going there. Medic would have yanked the poor guy in with them or asked another explanation from Engineer. The Texan considered this a victory since they didn't need to meet the grumpy German again. Once again - and hopefully for the last time - the shorter man started walking the taller one away from the infirmary.

The firestarter was seemingly not fatigued at all and radiated an upright air of sunshine. Hanging shamelessly off the other's arm he asked what Engie might like to do until the dinner hour. Secretly he was hoping for a card game. He liked cards, no matter the game.

"Hmmmm...Ah dunno...ya have anythin' in mind yerself?" he asked, throwing the ball back to the taller one. If Pyro wasn't going to suggest anything else Engie would take his turn topping. At least that would be a pleasant way to pass the time, wouldn't it? Everyone liked sex and the firestarter had definitely enjoyed himself last night.

Pyro shrugged casually as if he hadn't had a particular plan, but then suggested cards like he didn't care if it happened or not. Y'know, if anyone was in the common room...

"A card game, huh? Well, that sounds like a plan, eh?" The Texan agreed with a nod. That was a good way to pass time, too. At least Pyro's poker face was something out of this world, one could never know what he was thinking unless he made gestures to reveal himself. Once they were in Engie's room he gestured the firebug to take a seat and so he dug the cards out.

Pyro was questioning as he was taken to Engie's room instead of where card games were usually held. Still, he was happy to play and perched eagerly on a stool at one of the counters lining the walls. He asked the game.

"Hmmmm...what could we play alone..? Would ya like t'ask some others ta play?" he asked. It would be more interesting that way. He appreciated his time alone with the Mexican but the taller man seemed to cope perfectly well with the rest of the team, too. If only they understood him in return.

"Phure!" Pyro had expected more friends for it anyway; why not invite others and have a little card party? It would be just what everyone needed to buck up after their defeat, too. He made his way to Engie's door and announced loudly, hanging out of it, that there was cards about to start. Hopefully no one had wandered too far yet. He might have to go to Sniper's camper personally.

"Cat's about ta fart?" Scout's head peeked from the end of the corridor. "Non. He said 'vans absolutely suck'," Spy corrected him and nodded, showing he certainly agreed with the firestarter. "Scrumpeh fer everyone?" Demo's head also popped out of his room after Pyro's loud announcement. "And what did you just say about my mother, you mumbling little maggot?!" Soldier barked, looking like he was about to bash the poor guy's head in with his shovel.

"Cards are about ta start, guys. Anyone wanting ta join is welcome." Engie translated Pyro's words casually as he shuffled the cards behind the firestarter.

Varied pitches and durations of "oh" scattered about. Glances were passed and shrugs were given as the surrounding mercs decided they had nothing better to do; might as well have card night. Pyro gave a pleased double thumbs up to all as he trotted his way out to the camper van away from the main base dorms. He rapped hard and merrily to get Sniper's attention. The sharpshooter had seemed so pleased with his day; surely he'd be a mood lifting addition!

Wearing only his boxers and his white undershirt the Aussie opened the door. His whole being told he was extremely annoyed with whoever was knocking on his door. "Whot? Oi'm bloody busy here," he growled. His hair was messy and his shirt wrinkled. His cheeks wore a reddish tone as he glared down at the firestarter. This had better be important.

A glance over the state the man was in, but passed off as usual sloppiness, Pyro cheerfully informed the bushman of the card party with a helpful hand gesture toward the barracks. Man, though, Sniper sure looked sweaty. Maybe he should open a window. And about that panting...oh.

Pyro was now definitely able to see the erection trying to fight its way out of the gunman's underwear. "Oi've got no time for car candy or whatever yer gonna have over there. Thanks, but no thanks." To end the conversation he quickly closed the door in front of Pyro's gas mask. Quiet voices were heard from inside, revealing that either the gunman was talking to himself or he had a guest. No, he certainly didn't have time to play now.

Slightly frazzled, Pyro made his way back to Engie's room. The set-up had moved from a counter to a proper table to accommodate more people, so the masked man sat there. He noted that this was the second time today he'd stumbled over such a scene with the Aussie. Well...good for Sniper. Pyro couldn't help but be a little flushed, and started to find just thinking about sexual activities kind of made him want to do them. Looking at Engie dealing he somewhat regretted his choice to play.

"Sniper ain't comin', huh?" Engie asked, happily unaware of what the man of fire had just seen and what was going through his mind right now. "Excellent," the Frenchman snorted and leaned back in his chair. He loved card games. Mostly because he always won them. He knew exactly how to cheat and what to do when his game wasn't going as he wanted. He lit himself a cigarette with a pleased smirk. He was happy he didn't have to smell the filthy jar man more than he already had to whenever they saw each other. "Naaawwwh, what a shame...it would've been nice ta have as many as possible. Makes the game more interestin', no?" Engie chatted as he dealt the cards. "Poker, everyone?" he confirmed and got plenty of nods in reply. So Poker it was.

Pyro had a bit of difficulty focusing as he held his hand up. He liked Poker fine; it was an engaging race to collect the prettiest cards, and usually ended more than once a night in slapstick coupled with accusations. Still, a bug had bitten him, it seemed. He couldn't help stealing glances Engie's way over the first match; so many butterflies erupting in his stomach! He tried to concentrate as he saw Spy deftly swapping a card in his sleeve for one in his hand before calling.

After the fifth match and the fifth victory for the Frenchman Scout slammed his hands into the table. "That's it! The frog's friggin' cheatin'! There's no way he could have all of those aces!" He protested but only got a casual shrug from the masked man who was wearing a rather pleased smirk on his lips. "Now now, calm down, pardner...he's just bein' lucky, Ah'm sure." Engie patted the boy's shoulder. Apparently nobody else had seen anything suspicious but Pyro. It was starting to get a little annoying nobody else stood a chance against the agent. Luckily they weren't gambling.

"Are ya daft?" Demoman looked to Engie while gesturing to the Frenchman. "Nobodeh's that luckeh! It's always somebodeh who's cheatin' and Ah'm willin' ta bet it's that bloodeh traitor!" Scout looked happy to have someone on his side as well as just plain miffed over the issue. Soldier hopped on board the accusation train with, "I knew France couldn't be trusted; the whole country is so cowardly, during the war, they disguised themselves as Denmark just to get out of fighting ME! I know, I was there!" Pyro didn't say anything about it. Cheating at cards didn't matter to him; it created great entertainment normally. But for the moment, he wasn't even focusing on the game. He'd been able to subdue the urges he'd felt the first round, but now the idea had been planted and he honestly couldn't wait for dinner to come and go. Would Engie even be ok with sex two nights in a row? The previous day had been their first time. Was it too clingy to want more already? Bah; he looked to the man for the hundredth time that night and concluded it was just amazing how the Texan continuously gave him stomach sparkles.

"Hey, calm down now, fellas! If ya can't prove Spah is cheatin', then stop accusin' him." Engie tried to keep things cool but the temperatures were rising at an alarming rate. Soon all of them demanded the Frenchman to take his clothes off so they could check his sleeves and pockets. Of course the agent refused with an annoyed snort. "Oh, please...eet does not require cheating to beat a bunch of baboons." He raised his eyebrow with an unimpressed look on his face. True, it didn't require cheating but he did it anyway. Soldier was already about to flip the table when Engineer dashed to keep him in his chair. "Alright, that's enough! If ya can't behave card games are gonna end right here!" He threatened like a father would threaten a bunch of misbehaving brats.

Soldier sat back down with a mighty pout. "Hmp! You are the least fun to play cards with, you know that, private? Only sissies let cheaters go without a fight! Say, you're not French, are you?" While this conversation was taking the attention, Scout proved his skill at slipping fast behind enemy lines. One hand darted up Spy's sleeve and the other into his breast pocket as the agent was engulfed in an angry, probing hug from the back. Cards spilled as Spy was forcibly hunched over and invaded, prompting a victorious, "AHA! I friggin' KNEW it!"

Engineer's attention turned to the Frenchman and with his mouth full open he watched what Spy had hidden in his sleeve. "Spah!?" he exclaimed, turning his accusing gaze to the Frenchman's face. The other one looked a little uncomfortable but did his best to hide his nervousness. "What can I say? I do not play fair," the masked man shrugged without a single word of apology. "We're on the same goddamn team! At least we should be able ta stay honest with each other!" the Texan continued. Now that he knew the snake had been cheating all along he was just as furious as the rest of the guys. "Sorry, you can go elsewhere. If ya can't play fair, then don't play at all." He gave the taller man a chance to either leave or keep playing clean with them. He got his answer when Spy slowly rose to his feet and left the room without a word.

Scout got up indignantly from the position on the floor where Spy had dumped him upon departure. He slapped his fisted forearm at the agent's back before returning to the table. "Scum-suckin' backstabber." Soldier notified, "The next time I see him, he is getting a Fist of Justice..!" He smacked his own pointedly. Demo agreed, "Rookie mistake. Ya don't get greedeh if ya gonna cheat. He's luckeh we hadn't bet nothin'." Pyro had remained to all appearances calmly seated throughout the debacle. He had to laugh when Spy got tackled, but only for a moment before he realized the way Scout had pounced him resembled...well. He put his head in his hand and sighed. When was dinner?

The agent shot the young brat a murderous glare when he left with as much pride as he could. The kid was going to pay for his little trick. Why had he even thought humiliating the agent was a good idea? "Alright now, let's not be too hasty, okay? It's just a game," the Texan reminded, hoping to hear them agree with him. Unfortunately they seemed to be more interested in getting back at the spook than forgiving him. With a sigh Engie dealt the cards again now that they were able to have a good, fair game. That lasted until dinner time and the group headed for the dining hall to see what they would be served that day.

Pyro couldn't have been happier when the game dispersed. On the way out the door he paused to wrap his arms around Engie's hips and press close. Only briefly, only for a taste. He dare not linger lest he forget himself. After all, even horny he needed food. When he entered the mess hall it would be in tandem with Soldier, who let out an excited chuckle as he noticed that this was the next time he saw Spy. "Fist ooooof Justiiice!" He ran to the backstabber's spot on the bench and let him have it while yelling, "POW!" Oh dear, maybe food wasn't such a possibility. For any of them. Not everyone had even sat down yet and a punch had flown!

"God, gimme a break..." Engie buried his face into his hand, trying to save himself from the sight in front of him. The Frenchman flew to the floor with a pained cry, Soldier soon after him. Poor Spy had no chance against the stronger man, but boy did he try. He kicked the American in his stomach before returning the punch. Scout and Demoman jumped in to help Soldier taming the frog but the youngster got a knife into his throat and Demo was way too drunk to fight properly anyway. Heavy and Medic arrived then, looking at the squirming mess on the floor. "What is dis?" the Russian muttered, making sure the doctor kept himself in order instead of assuming his team was having an orgy without him. "Heavy, gimme a hand, will ya!" Engie pulled the giant with him to separate the three men and one corpse from each other.

Heavy sighed and grabbed Spy by his suit scruff. He did the same to Soldier and lifted them apart. Demo was allowed to slip drunkenly to the floor to join the bleeding runner. Boots just grazing the ground, Soldier folded his arms in a self-satisfied manner. "It's alright, gentlemen. Justice has been served. Cold. Like gazpacho. Boy, I hope we have gazpacho tonight." He looked to the table with interest. Pyro would have joined the table now that it seemed safer, but he was being used as an armrest. Medic's elbow was on his shoulder as he flicked his hair curl from his face and noted a bit sadly, "Vell, it seems zhat Heavy and I missed all zhe fun...breaking in Scout, were ve?" He chuckled at his own quip.

"Okay now, guys, seriously. Can't we have a single night without a catastrophe here? It was just a game, save your anger for the field." The Texan signaled Heavy to let his fellow American down and pushed him to take his seat. Sure, he wasn't too pleased with Spy either, but at least he knew some limit. Then he turned to glare at Medic who was dangerously close to his Pyro. "Well he's pretty broken alright...reckon he'll think twice b'fore rushing into a fight with guys who can beat the living crap outta him," he muttered and lifted Demoman from the floor. He knew what the German had meant by "breaking Scout in", but he didn't even bother trying to correct that one.

Heavy plopped the lighter Frenchman back into his seat personally. Then he too glared at Medic, who was saying, "Indeed. Vell, you weren't zhe only ones having fun. I zhink I may need a cushion for zhat hard bench tonight. Any volunteers?" He turned and wiggled his hips coyly to the room, his other hand now replacing the previous elbow on Pyro's shoulder. Soldier looked about to take up the offer, but then appeared to puzzle himself by remembering something and said nothing as he stewed over it.

With an annoyed grunt Heavy picked his doctor up and planted him onto his lap as he sat down himself. If Medic wanted to have a cushion, he better keep himself put now that he had one. The giant said nothing as he had Medic in his lap. Anyone who dared to say anything about it would join Scout in the respawn. Engie sat down too, gesturing Pyro to join him. The sooner dinner was over with, the better.

"Woo!" Medic let out the giddy exclamation as he was hefted, twirled and settled. This seemed to be the reaction he'd been looking for. He sat sideways on Heavy's lap and leaned against the larger man with a smile, then indicating he wanted feeding by going, "Ah..." For some reason Heavy obliged him, eating for both of them. Pyro awwwed as he gladly moved to join Engie. Taking food, he pointed to the side of the bench that currently only seated Spy and Soldier. Scout was dead, and Demo was drunk in the corner...where was Sniper?

"Ah suppose he's eatin' in his van t'day," Engineer replied to the question when he noticed Pyro pointing at the empty place that usually was taken by the Aussie. He didn't know what the firestarter had seen and heard, and maybe it was better that way. Soon the rabbit jogged back into the dining hall. He shot the Frenchman a venomous glare which the older one was happy to return. With a low grumble the kid took his place and started eating like a good boy. Engie sneaked his hand under the table and stroked the firebug's thigh. He might have only imagined it, but the way the taller man had been giving quick glances his way he could have sworn there was excitement in the air.

Well, it seemed dinner would actually end up being a quiet one despite the rough start. Pyro missed the energetic atmosphere, but then nearly jumped when he felt himself be brushed. He picked his spoon back up and did his best not to look conspicuous. E-Engie...ohh..! Slowly, Pyro closed the gap between them and, taking a page from Medic's book, leaned himself on the shorter man. His inside arm wrapped subtly around the one on his leg, hand finding the back of the one doing the stroking as it glided.

"C'mon, people are tryin' ta eat here!" Scout interrupted with a grumpy frown all over his face. What's with all the gay stuff all of a sudden? The way their hands moved under the table...dear God, were they jerking each other off?! "Ya don't have ta look if ya find it so disgusting," Engineer countered, giving the boy a frown of his own. The rabbit was free to complain all he wanted but the Texan was still going to as he damn pleased. Besides, the boy had said nothing about Heavy holding Medic, so what was his problem with him and the firebug? "Jealousy, mon ami," Spy cleared as he continued eating. He was going to use every possible opportunity to get back to the runner after the brat outed him.

Scout just kind of glowered between the cuddling pairs on the opposite side of the table, not daring to linger too long on Heavy before his eyes flicked to the bothersome Frenchman. How the Hell was he not supposed to look? They took up that whole side of the table! "Right. Whatever. I'm eatin' in my room. Lousy buncha faggy fruitcakes." With that he piled his arms high with foodstuffs and flipped them off over his back as he departed with a loving, "I hate you all..!"

"We assure you zhe feeling ees reciprocal," Spy called after the rabbit. Engineer didn't even bother saying anything to that. Sometimes he felt he was living with a bunch of huge kids. The only thing he cared about right now was finishing his dinner so he could get back to his room with Pyro. He was eating as fast as he could without actually looking like he was in a rush. He wondered if the man in the flame suit had any plans for the night. All this tender touching was getting his hopes up they could have some fun afterwards.

Pyro was done eating. All of his attention was focused on the treatment his very happy leg was receiving. Apparently Engie didn't think intimacy was something to wait for? Flushed, the suited man could feel his own excitement rise, waiting patiently.

Once they had both finished their dinner they excused themselves to retreat away from their teammates' eyes. Once they were all alone Engie couldn't help himself and squeezed the firestarter's ass playfully. "Man, Ah can't wait...Ah've been waitin' for this the whole day," he admitted as they headed for his room. He wanted to run but told himself to stay put in front of the other man.

Pyro responded with a bashful giggle and a crushing hug of the responsible arm. Really, all day? Naughty..! Incredulous, he echoed his thoughts to the hardhatted man.

"Now don't blame me, pardner. Ain't my fault just the thought of the last night gets me goin'," he chuckled and closed the door behind them, locking it. He couldn't wait to take the taller man's place on top. Maybe the firebug would remove his mask again just enough to kiss the Texan. That had been incredible.

Pyro joined the chuckles as he looped around those oh-so-useful handles that were Engie's overall straps. He ground the man against the door, emitting one of his bubbly purrs. Even through all that thick material he could feel something thicker making an appearance.

The laborer wished he could tangle his fingers into the taller man's hair and yank it. Unfortunately he couldn't. All he could do was pull the firestarter against himself and push his hips to meet Pyro's crotch. He was certain that even through the layers of their clothes the Mexican was able to feel the heat building up inside of him. Carefully he tried lifting the brim of the man's gas mask. He wanted to steal one of those passionate kisses right now.

Naturally, Pyro's first instinct was to retreat. His head twitched away from the hand before he caught himself, registering what was probably wanted from him. With trust, his cheek lolled back to press against the hand to give an encouraging go-ahead. His own gloved hands tightened their grip and he pushed with an added air of tension mixed with his lust against the body in front of him.

"Don't worry, just the mouth," the Texan assured with a slight grin on his lips and rolled the mask up. How easy it would have been to just yank it off and reveal the mysterious man at last. The thought hit him so suddenly he actually had to battle himself whether or not to do it. It was natural to be curious, but that way he would lose Pyro's trust for sure. Once the mouth was revealed he pulled the taller one into a heated kiss and placed his hand behind his head. The firestarter would let him see his face one day. When, that would be up to him.

With the kiss and instatement of the warm grip to his scalp, Pyro very much relaxed. The heat calmed him well. He knew he could trust Engie. Love brimming, the man in the suit attacked the shorter one's lips, arms also slipping over his shoulders. One dangled awkwardly and the other made sloppy, grateful clutches at the man's back while he was melted into.

To remind the firebug of their deal Engie settled his both hands onto the man's ass and squeezed. He wanted to thrust between those cheeks and do exactly what Pyro had done to him last night. He wanted to make the taller man moan and cry out and eventually cum in his hand when he couldn't take it anymore. To make clear he was the dominant one he lowered his head enough to suck the firestarter's neck.

Pyro bit his lip as he felt the assault to his flesh. He had in fact lost himself and forgotten his agreement to bottom next time. This time. But...he didn't really know what he was supposed to do. He'd never felt any urge to play this half. Guessing for now, he simply backpedaled to pull Engie to the bed. When he felt his knees strike it he collapsed, splaying them both onto it. There he lay under the ravishing of kisses, hands just resting on his partner's upper arms.

"Can Ah..?" Engineer asked, his voice thick with lust as he stroked the Mexican's behind. Not that there'd been anything wrong with the firebug on top, but Engie was dying to feel what it felt like to enter the man of fire. He had felt amazing inside of the shorter man, at least. The Texan was determined to please and if it was going to be anything like what he had experienced last night, Pyro was going to love it.

"M...mm." Nerves showing all over again, Pyro nodded. He'd already agreed to it before. He would keep his word, especially if it made Engie happy. Besides, the hands massaging his rear felt nice. The only problem was that he simply didn't know how to express himself from this position. He decided to continue waiting for an opportunity to show itself.

Encouraged by Pyro's agreement Engie gave him an excited smile and kissed his lips once more. When he pulled back he started peeling himself from his clothes. Stupid overalls. They were extremely handy on the field, but in bed they were in the way. "Ya might wanna take this off, pardner." he notified and tugged at the firestarter's flame suit. He couldn't make love to the firebug in that.

Pyro's hand made a weak motion toward his own suit. O-Off? Open was ok, but off felt...weird. He sat up supported on one hand and unzipped the front anyway, hoping maybe just this was workable. Watching Engie undress, even haphazardly, was enough to keep him in anticipation.

The shorter man took off his overalls, the pants underneath them, working shirt and undershirt until he was only wearing his boxers. Not realizing how big his request had really been he reached his hand to tease the other man's nipples playfully. He was eager to find all of the firebug's soft spots, nipples being two of them.

Pyro's lip was bitten again at the contact. His instinct was to grind against the one giving him such pleasure, but trying only yielded useless bucking against the air. Instead he had to make do with a hissing intake of breath and fisting the blanket beneath him. In desperation the hand he wasn't leaning on shot forth to clutch Engie's pronounced pectoral, much like one would a breast. His fingers rolled smoothly over it before digging in in a familiar rake.

The Texan rewarded him with a quiet, throaty moan and slowly started sliding the flame suit off the taller man's shoulder. He kissed his way lower as the suit revealed more and more skin. He was so excited. He was sitting on his knees in front of the firebug and his other hand found its way down to caress Pyro's stiff member. He squeezed it lovingly and felt the hot organ twitch in his hand.

Breath quickened, half from sensual enjoyment, half from sudden hesitation. Pyro fell back flat to the sheets, hand gripping a side of the opened zipper and pulling it half shut. He hunched into the brilliant warmth his exposed shoulder felt but was feeling quite mixed about the whole thing. True his excitement rose, but so did his uncertainty. The hand that used to support him now smoothed over Engie's knee, trying to tell him he hadn't meant to react so badly and apologize.

"What's wrong?" Engie asked when the other one suddenly pulled back. Did he do something to upset him? "C'mon, ya know we need ta get this off if we wanna continue, right?" He tried again but the firestarter was still awfully defensive. "Ya wanna keep it on?" he finally asked. He wasn't sure how that would work, though.

Pyro knew Engie told the truth. He would have to take the thing off for this to happen. He really didn't want to break his promise, either. Maybe...maybe he could just start slower. As answer, he took hold of and slowly peeled off one of his gloves. The revealed appendage at the end of a brownish forearm flexed as if testing this odd air. It didn't remember a time when it had been exposed outside the stiflingly muggy atmosphere of a hot shower. Shyly, it disappeared under the lip of the open zipper.

"You're uncomfortable with this, aren't ya?" Engie looked into the taller man's eyes with a serious expression. That wasn't what he wanted Pyro to feel. "Okay, let's try some other way." he decided and crawled between the firebug's legs. No, the zipper didn't reach far enough. It only reached under the man's member, not enough to reveal his entrance. "Maybe if..?" He rolled the Mexican onto his stomach. No, he was still facing the same problem. "Darn..." He rubbed his head, out of ideas. Ripping the suit would just be plain stupid.

Pyro felt bad for being so silly about this. It...it was Engie, after all! That's right; it was Engie! "S-Sorry," he said, "Too silly. It's Engie...Engie should be allowed." With his back to the other, there was a shuffling noise, and then the collar of the suit dropped and widened as a scorched, wide back made its appearance. The firebug's head dipped shyly, but he felt a flutter of intimacy for even sharing this much of himself with someone.

Before the suit went any lower the Texan stopped it with his gentle hand. "Yeah, it's me. Ah don't want ya t'do anythin' ya don't wanna do. It's okay." He leaned in to kiss the firebug's neck lovingly to show he was not angry or disappointed. Or well, maybe just a little disappointed, but nothing he couldn't survive from. If Pyro wanted to keep his suit on, then he was going to keep his suit on. One day he would trust Engineer enough to let him see his whole body and face. One day they would be able to make love to each other naked. He stroked the firestarter's back tenderly before moving a little to roll the taller man onto his back again.

Goosebumps. "I-It's ok if it's only this much..." He indicated to the distance he'd lowered the thing: hip level. He lifted his knees to show that it would allow entrance. "See? Just..." He put his gloves back on and wiggled the fingers with a meek smile.

"Is it really okay or are ya just sayin' that?" Engie asked with a weak smile. He hadn't wanted to pressure the poor guy in any way. He just wished he knew what the problem was. Was Pyro honestly afraid of something bad to happen or was he simply being too shy? The Texan could always wear a blindfold if it was about the firestarter being afraid to be seen. "It's okay, really. Ya don't need ta be afraid ta be honest with me." he promised and stroked the taller one's chin gently.

"I want to keep my promise," Pyro said adamantly, "I love my suit, but I love Delly-Bell more." He clutched the hand at his chin and kissed it sweetly.

"Hmmmh...alright. But you've gotta tell me if somethin' feels bad, even just a little bit." He gave his one and only condition before moving down again. Alright, this was it. He was finally going to take Pyro. He got to be his first in every way. He started off slowly, stroking the man's inner thighs and massaging his way up to the firestarter's entrance. He rubbed it lightly with his thumb, following the taller one's reactions.

Rocking, followed by a wavering whimper when Engie's hands glanced his sensitive ring. Even he'd never bothered with this part of himself, plus the fact that it had never been in direct contact with anyone made those nerves dance. Again he tried to grind the source but met with only air. Alright, that part was frustrating. His member had softened over the last few minutes but twitched now as it tried to re-awaken. He clutched uselessly at the sheets through the pleasant massage.

Engineer spat onto his both hands and rubbed them together. His other hand dove back down to play with the firebug's opening while the other one wrapped itself around Pyro's length. The start could've been a little better but they had all the time in the world. No rush. Engie had his fun with the tight ring of muscle, stroking it and its surroundings to make it used to his touch. He spat onto his fingers again and slowly entered the body underneath him with his index finger.

A rooooll shot through Pyro. From anus to head he surged from this completely foreign, penetrating feeling. His mouth opened to start panting, his arms flopped about to find anything fleshy to grab, and the organ in Engie's hand swelled. Not succeeding in finding any of the builder nearby, Pyro tried to be satisfied with running his own gloves over himself. Ghosting sides, ribs, nipples and throat, the gloves swirled, but it just wasn't the same as contact with the other. He didn't say anything about it, though, and just let out a throaty moan with only a shade of disgruntlement.

"Ya okay?" The shorter man whispered and slowly made his way deeper. The way Pyro ran his hands up and down his body had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His nipples were hard and his chest heaving. His cock in the Texan's hand throbbed impatiently and the stout man gave it a gentle squeeze. "Good God...you're incredible." Engineer couldn't ignore the burning feeling in his lower regions. He wanted to enter the firestarter so badly already, but knew he had to prepare the taller one properly.

The top of Pyro twisted to grab blanket and bring it to his teeth. Not only was the compliment enough to make him blush, but the finger in him felt a powerful combination of amazing and weird. He had to wonder if much of his reactions were helped by the attention to his front. Either way, he was quickly at full engorgement. His hole winked around Engie's finger, practically rushing him. Through the blanket the mumbled hotly that he needed to touch Engie. Somehow, somewhere.

The Texan added another finger into the firestarter and let go of Pyro's hot organ. He leaned in to support his body to his other hand. This way the taller man was able to touch his front, nipples, whatever he wanted. The Mexican was enjoying himself. It was the greatest victory Engie had ever had during his time at the Fortress, and that was telling a lot.

With more vigor than even he expected, Pyro lunged upward to wrap clawing arms around the offered body. The clinging weight brought Engie crashing flat and Pyro nibbled roughly at the first ear he found, grinding himself to the Texan's boxers, feeling member and sack alike collide against his own. "Haaaah..!" He didn't notice if the fingers inside had needed to remove themselves or not; he was just happy to get some relief!

"Pyro, Ah... Ah can't use mah fingers like this." The Texan mumbled, trying not to moan too shamelessly into the other man's ear now when they were grinding against each other. He simply couldn't reach the firestarter's opening in the position they were in now. Pyro seemed happy about it, though. He was like an animal in heat, pressing his body against Engie and rolling his hips to get more contact.

Pyro pulled back his head and seemed to consider what Engie had said for a moment, then came back in close and took the man's bottom lip between his teeth. A few more moments of tugging and grinding and the fired up Pyro decided he thought he could handle the rest of the procedure. Just to make sure, he rolled himself over, chest grazing the mussed bedding and offered himself this way. Just like an animal in heat, he rubbed the organ in the Texan's lap between his cheeks, trying for some friction to his own member. "Mrrrr..!"

Engie buckled his hips forward and moaned with his mouth open when the taller one offered himself that way. God, was he sexy like that. "Good boy," the Texan purred and ran his hand across the firestarter's ass. He then continued from where he had left, inserting two fingers into the firebug. He was so hot and his inner walls pulsed in anticipation. He couldn't wait to stick his manhood in there. He reached deeper, wondering if he'd be lucky enough to find Pyro's prostate.

A clumsy sideways yank of fisted sheets accompanied by a series of strained, throaty gasps told Engie that luck was with him. It also told Pyro that perhaps he hadn't had enough of a break from this bottoming role after all. This was just sensual overload! He hunched and clawed down his face, dragging his mask back into place with it. Something about the more labored breathing, the familiarity, it might slow his spike towards climax. Gosh...dang darn it he wanted to thrust into something! His hips rocked as if wishing the dangling rod in the middle could perform the job of Engie's fingers for them.

When the Texan couldn't take it anymore he pulled his fingers out of the firestarter. He spat onto his hand once more and coated his throbbing length with it. "Okay, just relax, pardner. It'll be okay." He spoke to Pyro as if he was a scared little puppy. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and Pyro's hip with the other one. He rubbed the head of his member against the impatient hole and slowly started leaning in. When the head pushed in he let out a strangled groan. The wet tightness was almost overwhelming.

Ahhn! Pyro didn't know what he was expecting, but what he got was a sharp...something from what felt like the biggest thing imaginable ripping his tissue apart. He was incapable of pain, but this was rather unpleasant. Somewhere in there there was a dull pulse of pleasure like the fingers had brought, but he had to wonder: did it feel like this for Engie? Gosh he hoped not! Ignoring the condition the Texan had set when they began, Pyro remembered how Engie had writhed the night before, deducing that he simply had to stick through. He felt that his anus was still constricting rapidly to take the thing in and took it as a good sign. Other than that he kept focus on controlling his panting. Without his air tank, the mask itself was actually a little too stifling if he breathed so hard.

"How is it? Does it hurt?" Engineer asked, trying to go as gently as possible. It was impossible to tell how the firebug was feeling when his mask muffled his groans. At least the Texan assumed Pyro would tell him immediately if something was wrong. He needed honesty since it was the firestarter's first time. He didn't want to break anything. Engie reached down to stroke the firebug's length to give him something else to think about. He tried easing the taller man's hole by tiny little pushes back and forth. He didn't know how to be any gentler so he could only hope Pyro was all right.

Forehead buried in forearm, Pyro waved a go-ahead. The attention to his member surprisingly took most of the unpleasantness away. He figured that was a positive and so worth mentioning. Breathing turned out to be a bit much anyway. Using his forehead's pressure he pulled his mask up, heaving, "Don't stop rubbing...makes the weirdness stop..."

"Does it feel bad?" Engineer asked, but didn't stop the weak movement his hips kept making. Please, don't tell him to stop. Not now, it felt so incredible he didn't want to pull out. He did as the other man wanted, continuing to give his attention to Pyro's member. He wanted to make his firebug feel good, just as great as he had felt last night. He stroked the length slowly, speeding up every now and then to give his lover spikes of pleasure.

"Not...much...anymore," the firebug assured. "Just...after Engie goes...can I borrow his body?" He was starting to feel happy surges as the builder got far enough in to knock around his prostate; it was warming his insides. His more enjoyable panting came through gritted teeth that clamped his own forearm in an instinctive reaction.

"Uhhhh...y-yeah, sure...is it okay ta move a li'l more?" The laborer asked and did so anyway. If Pyro wanted him to come as quickly as possible, he had to move faster, too. He was still being patient, even though he wanted to ram into the hot body with all he got. He rocked their bodies back and forth, wishing the firestarter would just tell him if he wasn't feeling good.

"Uhnn," Pyro shuddered, though not unhappily, "Not that I hate it...just can't...squeak myself this way." He pressed himself flush against the base of Engie's length, feeling the fuzz of pubic hair and actually smiling from the tickle. "Do me your way, Delly." He just felt a little cold to get off without rubbing his member directly into something.

He didn't have to tell Engie twice. The man grabbed Pyro's hips and started moving faster and faster. It was actually getting easier the more he moved; apparently the firestarter was getting used to having a man inside of him. Engineer threw his head back and closed his eyes. At the moment there were no others in this universe, only him and Pyro's hot ass. "Nnnnggh... Gonna... gon' cum soon..." He groaned, speeding up without even noticing it.

Pyro's teeth gnashed against his forearm, making the surface raw and red. A particularly hard thrust drew blood. It wasn't paid mind, however; the firebug was focusing on the pleasure. It was quite nice, but his pent up passion still ached for a proper outlet. Well, so long as Engie liked this, he was happy. "Mmmmh..." He concentrated on amping his lust.

"Aaaaahhhh...aahhh..! Pah...Pahro..!" With a loud grunt Engie buried himself as deep as he ever could, his body tensing and freezing completely as he shot his load deep into the firebug. His mouth hung open but he couldn't make a single sound. His length inside of the taller man twitched, shooting strings and strings of semen until his balls were completely empty. He would have wanted to collapse on top of his partner but the mission wasn't over yet. "So... What'd ya wanna... do now..?" he asked panting. He was ashamed he had hardly lasted for five minutes.

As soon as he heard the question he knew he was clear, and pulled himself gingerly off of the thing inside him. Now it felt good, sticky and weird. Still, he was too eager to think about it past the initial second. Animalistic, he fell around Engie's back and clutched the man's chest from behind to show him what he wanted to do. He brought the man back on his lap, his length slipping between his laborer's legs and prodding his testes. Then, clamping him in tight arms, his fingers and teeth joined forces to grate the engineer's front and back. The shamelessly hard member slid roughly below in its mission of mock fuckery.

"Pahro, what're you- Aaahhh!" He couldn't even finish the question when he felt the firebug's teeth digging into his shoulder. Pyro was humping him like a dog would hump a plush toy. It felt surprisingly good, actually. The heated breath against his sweaty skin and the curious fingers playing with his nipples, Engineer couldn't fight back a needy moan. He had just ejaculated, but it still felt wonderful. He could feel Pyro's excitement through his movements and huffs.

The firebug's tongue pressed harshly against the neat row of vertebrae under Engie's deliciously musky skin. Oh, it felt so good to give his love back! His gloves stuck on clumps of chest hair, each time pausing to pull wantonly. He sucked and kissed his way back down the spine before him, meanwhile not letting up the pace of his hips for a second. He felt his length twitch again and again, eventually reaching that point he'd been longing for. Ohhh, that wave of sparks he'd felt yesterday, possibly even amplified for having been suppressed for what seemed ages. He knew he was finally approaching climax and hoped Engie would bear with him just another moment. He'd seemed surprised, but not opposing.

"Ooohh yeah, Pahro, that feels so good...mmmmh, c'mon, just let it go. Ya wanna cum, then cum." The Texan lured the taller man, moving his hips to meet the firestarter's thrusts. Pyro was apparently finding this very pleasurable. He turned his gaze down to see the head of the man's member moving back and forth, rubbing his testicles at the same time. Then he noticed it. The blood on his own manhood. His eyes widened but he couldn't bring himself to say a word. Had he hurt Pyro? Had he made the firebug bleed?

A kitten squeak as Pyro fell backwards, pulling the man on top of him along. His seed shot off like a beam of light and landed somewhere near the end of the bed. The most elated sigh as he hit the pillows, Engie landing off to the side. He saw the oddly worried expression and had to ask, "What?"

"Did you..? Ah hurt you, didn't Ah?" The Texan turned his concerned eyes up to the firebug. He didn't mention the blood as he didn't wish to cause another breakdown for the taller man. Still, he felt terrible. He had been so excited to top the man in the flame suit he had ignored his cries of pain completely. "Ah...Ah'm sorry." He reached his hand to gently touch Pyro's chin.

Pyro was confused. He mirrored the gesture being used on him, as it seemed to be an assuring one. "Not hurting..." he started slowly, and decided to come clean about his thoughts on the matter, "Can't be hurting. Wanted to give Delly's wish. I did. It's just...uncomfortable? I can't squeak cold. Sorry if you didn't enjoy." He hunched a little, wondering if he should have handled this another way. He wanted the same thing as last time: to just fall asleep happy with the other man. This felt more awkward.

The Texan sprang up to sit. "Ya didn't like it?" he asked, like he couldn't believe his ears. He knew it, Pyro had gotten hurt during the process. Engie must had been too eager and ignored his lover's needs. "Damn, Ah...Ah'm so sorry..." He rubbed his temples, wishing he knew what to say. "We don't have ta do it like this again, okay? You can be on top if ya like it better," he promised then. He didn't mind. It hadn't hurt Engineer when the firestarter took him for the first time. Maybe he had been more relaxed than the taller man. Nevertheless, he felt pretty uncomfortable knowing Pyro had disliked it. At least he had cum in the end.

As before, and after every time he came, the mostly-masked man felt himself drifting faster and faster into sleep. He fought it though, just wanting to make everything ok. Fatigued mumbles drifted from his lazily draped body. "I should like anywhere Delly-bell touches me...it was good, but something made it less easy. I don't know why it was weird this way...bad boyfriend. Unfair." His lower lip trembled a bit. Darn it, he really wanted to be able to please the other man! How could he if he wasn't able to let him do the things he wanted to? That seemed very unfair.

"Oh, Pahro, don't say that! Ya ain't a bad boyfriend, you're the best thing that's happened ta me since Ah came here!" Now it was his turn to rush to convince the other. He wrapped his arms tightly around the firebug and stroked his shoulders. "If ya don't like it inside, Ah understand. That's fine," he murmured. He did not want to see that lower lip quivering. He didn't want to sound like he was complaining; he had been the one being selfish in the first place. The taller man had wanted to top but the Texan had insisted to take that place. Pyro had nothing to be sorry about.

Unseen eyes widened a little through their haze. The best thing..? He clutched his fingers to the arms around him, feeling a massive fluttering of warmth and love for the laborer. That...that did make him feel better. And very special. Engie was just too nice. The last thing he managed as unconsciousness involuntarily claimed him was smiling into his hugger's elbow, saying, "So good...Engie's best...love you..."

"Ah love ya too," the Texan whispered back, not sure if the other man heard him or not. Well, didn't matter. The Mexican already knew it anyway. Carefully the shorter one adjusted himself next to his lover before closing his eyes with a soft sigh. He wondered if the firestarter would have trouble walking and running around the next day. They would have some explaining to do to the rest of the team.