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Today had been an absolutely grueling match.
Engineer felt totally off track, and it sure wasn’t helping that a particular Frenchman was relentlessly targeting his precious sentries, as well as Engineer’s back. “Did I throw a wrench into your plans?” He’d ask rhetorically, blade sinking into the Texan’s flesh, laughing maniacally as Engineer slumped lifeless time and time again.
Why was he so out of the game? Well, maybe ‘cause he didn’t sleep more than 4 hours last night, or that the gunslinger was the reason he was up so late, and it still had that same stupid glitch he’d stayed awake to tinker with. He didn’t remember last time they’d had a day off either, when there hadn’t been someone barking orders at him to get up, or someone trying to burn down the base.
He grunted in frustration, building his dispenser for the umpteenth time, hitting just a tad too hard. The enemy Spy winced as he materialized behind the laborer, adjusting his blue suit before backstabbing him, yet with less force to keep him alive just a little longer. Engineer let out a pained groan, collapsing on to his knees as Spy elegantly sauntered to his front, sapper in hand.
“Laborer, what is the matter with you? I’m beginning to think you are asleep on the battlefield.” He joked, making that annoying snort along with his laugh. Engineer, even with his throat softly gurgling, managed to reply. “I’m… stressed, I guess.” He gurgled out, partially not sure what to call it, partially not wanting to show the enemy his emotional weakness, no matter how obvious it already was.
The Frenchman crouched in front of him, knife in hand. He tilted the Texan’s head up with the flat side of the blade, eyeing him with mischief while blood started to leak out the orifices of Engineers face. “Oh, then you are in luck. I was also considering finding some ‘stress-relief’ soon.” Spy told him before giving him an outright cruel smirk, and Engineer might have blushed if he wasn’t quite literally on the brink of death. “What’s that to do with me?” He coughed out, his mouth filling with the taste of metal. “If you’re interested, meet me outside the BLU base by 10pm. Don’t be late.” He offered, letting his condescension drip into the words, before driving the knife right into the throat of the man before him.
The moment Engineer opened his eyes in respawn, his cheeks flushed red. Spy had offered a one-night stand. Not even his Spy the damn BLU Spy. It took him a few seconds to process it, his brain buffering like a machine, before he shook his head and ran out to the teleporter. The rest of the match he didn’t as much as see the backstabbing mercenary again, but his words lingered clearly in his mind.
Would he still be interested if he knew? Engineer questioned himself, though embarrassed that he was seriously considering his foe’s offer. It was perhaps his best concealed secret, and maybe some of his best work too. Engineer was transgender, born a woman but truly a self-made man today. He absentmindedly smiled pridefully at how far he’d come, his eyes following the bullets that lodged themselves in the enemy Demoman.
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After the final match of the day, Engineer retired to his workshop, and anticipation was rapidly building with every tick of the clock. He’d decided to go, knowing a chance like this wouldn’t come often, and maybe also expecting Spy had previously had some awkward encounters while disguised. And, well, if the BLU Spy couldn’t keep his mouth shut, he’d just make Medic keep his head in the fridge until he vowed silence. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the idea, tinkering with his Gunslinger, still trying to fix that pesky bug from yesterday.
Unaware of the hours passed, he finally got it to run smoothly again, having unfastened and refastened almost half of the screws and bolts holding the metal all together. He tested it one more time, just to make sure, he told himself while pressing down the secret button near the wrist. With a hum, the middle and ring finger came alive, vibrating deliciously (and no longer jerking every 10 seconds like before).
He then glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:47pm. Oh dangnabbit...
Engineer was quick to get on his feet, scrambling out of the door.
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Spy stood outside the BLU base, lighting a cigarette held between thin lips. Distantly, he heard the heavy, rushed footsteps approaching, accompanied by the panting of a man that surely wasn’t used to running, or jogging, for that matter. Spy rolled up his sleeve, looking at the time. 10:02pm.
“You’re late, laborer.” He scoffed.
“I…” Engineer panted, bent over with his hands on his knees in exhaustion. “I’m mighty sorry, Spy, I was just really focused and the time… heh.” He managed, seeming sort of embarrassed at the almost fatherly disdain on the taller man’s face, who rolled his eyes when the Texan finished speaking.
“Wasn’t that my only demand in this arrangement, imbécile?” The Frenchman asked, eyes narrowing, arms crossing over his slim chest.
Engineer stayed silent, but the redness on his cheeks and regret in his brow spoke volumes. He hoped he hadn’t ruined his chance, slim as it was. Spy sighed before turning towards the base, yet not at the entrance. “Follow me.” He commanded, and Engineer trailed behind him while looking like a kicked puppy.
They went behind the base, up a few stairs of a raised fire escape, and silently snuck through the halls. Spy opened the door to a room, ushering Engineer inside while glancing around suspiciously. It was a smoking room, just like the RED Spy’s, he noted, and there was a bottle of wine along with two glasses on the table. With a click, the door was locked, and a gloved hand met the broad back of the Engineer that urged him towards the chairs next to the small table.
But, there was no bed. Had… had Engineer misunderstood? Perhaps sharing a drink was the stress relief…
He planted himself on his haunches in the velvet chair and couldn’t help the disappointment on his face. Which, of course, Spy noticed immediately and met with a smirk.
“You don’t seem too enthusiastic about this. Is red wine not to your taste, hm?” He asked yet poured them both a glass. He knew what it truly was that bothered the other man.
Engineer couldn’t help the flush creeping up his neck, pulling his hard hat off along with his goggles and running his hand through his outgrown buzzcut. He needed to trim that soon, he thought. “I guess, well I thought you meant another type of stress relief, to be frank.” He admitted, embarrassed but determined to take his letdown as a man.
Spy chuckled. “Ah yes, I forgot how unsophisticated you Americans are. But,” he took a sip of his wine, eyes glinting dangerously, “you’d be correct.”
Engineer’s eyes suddenly locked on the other man, his enemy, who was still sipping his wine calmly. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the absurdity, that he’d for a moment been worried that he hadn’t been attractive enough or plainly misunderstood. “You darn trickster, for a moment I thought I’d gotten it all wrong, heh.” He rubbed his neck, other hand clenching his helmet in his lap.
“You should know something about me before we take this anywhere though, pardner,” The Texan sighed, preparing for that horrible feeling of being let down again. He opened his mouth to speak, but Spy interrupted meanwhile he put down his glass. “You have a vagina, I’m aware.” He said as casually as one would speak about the weather. Engineer’s mouth went agape, shock clear on his face. “You’re not the only RED merc I’ve slept with, dear laborer.” Spy revealed, standing up with his hands folded behind his back. “Medic gets… talkative after a few glasses of wine.”
Engineer was completely dumbfounded, his brows furrowing as he sputtered Texan nonsense under his breath. “So… you really don’t have a problem with me, uh, havin’ a…?” He trailed off, flushing as he realized the gravity behind Spy’s invitation. “Non. Now, drink your wine before it gets too oxidized.”
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Overalls half off, slender hands grasping at Engineer’s chest, they toppled onto the bed. “Mon amour,” thin lips whispered against stubble, trailing kisses along the side of the man’s jaw. The Texan’s breath hitched, own hands fumbling clumsily with the other’s vest. He groaned in frustration, but then the ever so charming Frenchman grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress. “Where was that haste earlier, hm?” He teased, leaning back and sitting on the soft flesh of Engineer’s stomach. His eyes were dark, full of contained desire for the man under him, and masked both metaphorically and literally.
“I told you I didn’t mean to be late...” Engineer muttered, his focus on the lanky man currently sat dangerously close to his crotch. Spy just scoffed, releasing his wrists to continue removing the farmboy’s overalls. Engineer lifted his hands, but they were immediately pushed right back down. “I did not give you permission to move, laborer.” He spat, but arousal purred within his words.
Eventually getting the overalls off, prompting for Engineer to take off his polo, he admired the man underneath him. He was soft, slightly hairy, but firm underneath the fat from the daily fighting and building. Engineer’s eyes followed Spy’s hands, his breath hitching softly every time he squeezed a sensitive place. He felt terribly naked in comparison to Spy, who had only unbuttoned his jacket so far. It was undeniably hot though, seeing the suit of the devil who’d pester him every day now admiring his body like art. It sure added to the fire in the pit of his stomach.
Engineer gasped, as suddenly there was a mouth latching on to his nipple, and those malicious eyes locked on his. He whined softly as it was nipped slightly, testing, teasing, before the Frenchman let go of it and began to trail kisses down, down, down.
“Mon amour, I can see you leaking through your underwear.” Spy spat, and the filthy words made Engineers head spin. “Call me Dell, please.” He mustered breathlessly, still caught on the sensation of hands trailing up and down his sides, the lingering heat from the kisses. A beat passed, and the masked man gave a nod. “Dell, then.”
The Texan’s head was swimming, and he barely had time to comprehend how it had felt when he heard his name uttered in that hungry, French accent, as a masked nose suddenly made contact with his clit. He moaned, head falling back against the pillows, as Spy set an agonizing but delicious pace, rubbing that arched nose right against his slit, then back up. He undoubtedly got some on his mask, but Engineer was already too lost to tease back in any way.
The last piece of fabric slid down his thighs with ease, discarded on the floor without a second thought, especially when a wet, warm tongue licked confident strokes at Dell’s opening. “O-oh lord, forgive me,” he whispered, hips bucking before Spy could hold them down. “Dell, mon mimi, stay still. I do not want your juice all over my mask.” He growled, but there was no real bite to it, only arousal.
Slowly, Dell was worked open by the Frenchman’s skilled tongue, which had now been replaced by long and lost rectangular fingers, pumping in and out. Engineer was grasping at the sheets, soft whimpers getting pulled from his throat each time the other mans fingertips stroked along his insides, soiling the glove. “Tellement mouillé pour moi… for my fingers.” Spy groaned, his pants feeling constricting.
“Turn around.” Came the demand, words making the respectable Engineer quiver as he obeyed. He was on all fours now, and from behind, Spy admired the flush redness that had spread to the other man’s ears. He couldn’t deny that he was getting impatient, perhaps being a little too rough with the zipper, but his cock had been straining against his pants for so long now.
Engineer could hear a condom being ripped open and tried to manage his breathing to brace himself. Spy spat in his already soiled glove, spreading it along the shaft of his twitching dick, other hand firmly planted on Dell’s hip. “Ready, amour?” He teased, aligning the tip with the throbbing pussy, before slowly sliding inside. Spy grunted in relief, while Dell’s shoulders tensed, and he let out a hiss of pain before it started to ebb away. “F-fuck, darlin- I ain’t felt that full in a while.” He breathed, getting used to the intrusion. “Why thank you, men and women alike tell me I’m well endowed.” Spy replied, slowly pulling his hips back, pushing forward, again and again until he had found a comfortable rhythm.
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“Ugh, this suit will be completely soiled, you filthy putain, ah, but you t-take it so well.” Spy both praised and degraded, while Dell had become a hot mess of moans, curses and ‘Spy’ muttered under his breath, trying to meet every thrust with his hips. “Pathetic laborer, you needed to be filled so bad you let your enemy do it.” He growled, leaning down to Engineer’s shoulder, biting, sucking, claiming that soft flesh as his own.
He picked up the pace, panting roughly and giving up his endeavor of marking the other man in favor of moving his hand under him, rubbing Dell’s clit hard.
“Cum for me, stain my suit and… Sois ma chienne.”
Engineer could hardly take it, had barely been able to for a good while, and this pushed him over the edge. He let out a guttural moan, back arching, savoring every filthy sensation of his orgasm that trembled him to the core.
Spy came not long after, having watched the fresh wave of slick juices pool down the ruined pussy of his enemy, the stain he hoped, perhaps just a little, that a dry cleaner couldn’t remove.
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Engineer was followed back to base after, Spy was still a gentleman after all, aching, relieved, and a new kink forming more every glance he took at the stained and disheveled BLU merc.