Demo/Engineer Squick Fic - Part 2/2 (And I really am not sure what Pyro did with his three chicks, but if anyone wants to write a guess, I'd get a kick out of it.) I hope this delivers. Engineer had to think about that one for a moment. Surely the man couldn't be seriously suggesting he put his penis in...was that even [i[sanitary[/i]? Evidently Demo was thinking exactly that as he'd lifted up the eyepatch that normally covered his left eye. In the dim light of the room, the hole looked cavernous and black, but a warm wet hole was a warm wet hole, moreover one Engineer was being openly invited to use. That was not the problem. "Ah, I don't exactly mean to sound like ahm braggin' here Demo, but I'm not sure that your er, socket there is built to accommodate my equipment. I dare say it don't stretch quite the same." "Ye kin call it a cock, Engie." Demo poked around the edges of the spot where the eyeball would normally rest and probed just along the inside with three fingers. "I'd say it's big enough, wouldn't you?" "Just ain't never done a thing like this before." "How about ye drop trou and learn." In response, Engineer quickly divested himself of his coveralls, standard issue RED shirt and boxers. Demo, apparently quite serious about minimal movement was also wriggling out of his own uniform, barely raising his hips off of the couch in order to get his pants off. The act of undressing did help to eliminate some of the strangeness of the impending act and he could already feel precum cooling on the head of his cock as it responded eagerly to the potential of being pleasured in the near-future. "Fuckin' Hell, Engie!" Demo paused in his rustling to stare at Engineer's penis in awe. "Yeh sure yeh weren't braggin!?" The shorter man modestly shrugged, going as red as his uniform for at least the umpteenth time that night. In the relative silence a bark of "MAGGOT!" and a particularly loud clang accompanied by a female moan could be heard echoing from the war room. Engineer straddled Demo's lower half and bent his head rather quickly. "That's not where I told ye." "I'm working up to it!" Engineer protested and Demo could feel two hands grip both sides of his hips for leverage. One was warm and calloused, the chill of the other caused Demo's hip to twitch while the metal warmed up on his heating flesh. "Besides, sure ain't right t'just satisfy myself!" Demo tucked both hands behind his head and could feel a long shudder of anticipation start in the base of his spine and spread all the way to the top of his head and the soles of his feet as Engineer bent his head and brushed his lips and the softer, non-stubble coated skin of his upper cheek against the head of Demo's cock. The action had the desired effect almost immediately as the semi-hard member began to stiffen into an outright erection. "Ach, that's good." From his vantage point, Demo had only a view of the top of Engineer's shaved head, but he wanted more. "Look up, would yeh?" his voice came out with only the barest, but audible hitch in it. "This better?" The Texan's voice was muffled as his blue-eyed gaze turned upwards. "Shit." Demo muttered, getting the full picture for the first time: Engineer's lust-clouded eyes, the tip of his own erection visible pressed up against his stomach as he hunched low over Demo with the latter's cock in his mouth. "Works better if yeh do what ye say yer gonna do, lad." the Scot gently admonished but Engineer did not need to be told twice, pressing the cock against the roof of his mouth and laving the underside all the way from base to tip with his tongue, pulling almost all the way out before taking him back in, his right hand moving away to gently fondle Demo's balls. "Oh hell, oh hell, Engie, always thought yeh were crazy fer that thing!" Demo arched into the Gunslinger, trying to get more of the sensation of the ridged metal fingers against himself. "Careful!" Engineer deftly manoeuvred the hand, wearing the same look of concentration he wore when upgrading his sentries. "She feels good no doubt, but if yer not real careful..." With effort, Demo managed to still his impulse to buck his hips and Engineer returned to his task, gauging Demo's reaction and massaging his balls for as long as he felt it was safe to do so, taking his hand away when the Scot was no longer able to control his reactions, jerking and thrusting into Engineer's mouth and panting erratically. "Ach, I'm going to--" Demo came violently into Engineer's mouth with an uninteligible moan, the tremors making the Texan's teeth vibrate. Engineer pulled away, rifling through his coveralls pockets for a rag to discreetly spit the semen into. "Where'd yeh learn to do it like that?" When Demo had caught his breath again, he was gazing at his shorter team mate as if seeing him properly for the first time. "Ain't no thing, I just do what I think I'd probably like." "Thing with the gunslinger there was genius!" Demo shook his head. "Yeh planned fer it when yeh made it, didn't yeh? Never expected ye t'have this kind o' a side to ye!" Engineer's silence was answer affirmative enough, though his partner soon realized that could possibly have something more to do with the fact that his erection had long gone unattended and looked painful. "Now, do ye reckon yeh might see yer way up to working closer to me face?" Engineer gave a crisp nod, neatly folding up the handkerchief and noticing that in light of his affirmative reaction, Demo was starting to get hard again. "Y'all really go for this kind of a thing?" he asked, perhaps just to be a hundred percent sure he was understanding things correctly. Demo nodded, struggling back up onto his elbows. "Sit." he commanded, swinging down his knees from the couch. "Was ne going to move, but I think yer performance back there deserves a bit of a reward." Engineer could see the logic, not more than a little relieved that he wouldn't be sitting on someone's face. He arranged himself on the couch, looking for all the world like he intended to settle in for a casual night of watching television. Demo dropped to his knees, but instead of using his mouth, Engineer felt the edges of something which as he had predicted felt way tighter than it ought to be. Demo gave a soft grunt and somehow against every logical synapse in his brain, Engineer could feel his cock slide into the hole, the sides of it clutching around him tight and warm. The Texan had never been so glad not to be Medic as he couldn't imagine what exactly a man's skull could produce that made those glorious slick sensations or the soft squooshing sound as Demo began - oh God, to move. One of the man's arms snaked around Engineer's back to facilitate the thrusting motions he was making with his head, and both of Engineer's hands landed on the top of the skull cap that Demo had not taken off. He could feel the man's coarse hair and rapidly building body heat through the flimsy fabric. Demo's spare hand, presently resting on Engineer's knee moved to grope around, not in his own clothing but in Engineer's, taking out a case of Vaseline gel he knew the other man usually kept around for temporarily waterproofing small cracks in his sentries and dispensers, but it served a much more interesting purpose now. With both hands wrapped around Engineer's hips, the thrusting increased in pace temporarily, both men making low moans as their capacity for speech dwindled. The lubricated hand drifted lower, leaving a slightly cold trail as it moved to the cleft of his ass, working its way under and inside. Engineer actually growled and Demo twisted the finger, suddenly very interested in wringing that same noise out of his normally calm and polite team mate. He was rewarded with another throaty noise that approximated a growl and the fact that Engineer had began to thrust his hips in time with the movements of Demo's own head, the soft underside of his own cock rubbing hard against the ridge of the socket, the bone creating delicious friction on the underside of his cock. Demo removed the finger again, once more taking Engineer with both arms around his hips. He could feel the man's dick pressing deliciously somewhere in the back of his own skull and feel the short jerky thrusts that meant Engineer was close to coming. "I'm close! I'm going to come!" Engineer's voice rang out above him and the Texan made a Herculean effort to pull out and away before he came into Demo's head. The Scot however, being in a significant amount of further control hung on and Engineer remained buried in that tight hot heat as a burst of warmth deep inside Demo's head coupled with the low moan and Engineer's muscles tightening and shuddering before going limp told him exactly what had happened. "Ahm awful...sorry!" Engineer gasped out, looking somehow both sated and horrified, shifting back against the couch and bending down to inspect the damage done to Demo's head. "Oh, dagnabbit, yer bleedin'!" Demo chuckled at Engineer's disquiet. "Well yeh did just fuck me in me head, but I don't think me brains are any more addled than they usually are." he laughed, watching as Engineer cleaned himself up with his handkerchief. He got up and moved over to the nearby laundry sink, cleaning his eye out and inspecting the damage. "No harm done!" he pulled out his eyepatch and slipped it on, tugging on the remainder of his clothes and following the arc of Engineer's now thoroughly soiled hanky as it landed square in the laundry tub. As if to proove his point, he crashed on the couch next to Engineer and reached around to the opposite side of the couch where his bottle of Scrumpy had been carefully tucked away during their activities. He offered it to Engineer who courteously neglected to wipe the mouth of the bottle off with his hand before taking a drink. For a moment they just sat there, passing the bottle back and forth between them and enjoying the afterglow. "Yeh know." Engineer said at long last. "I sure wouldn't be too upset if we tried that again sometime!" Demo grinned and was about to respond when a loud crash had both men sitting bolt upright. It was only with a considerable amount of fumbling and the fact that the gunslinger had one hell of a grip that Engineer didn't drop the bottle on the floor in shock. "BLOODY WANKER, PISS THE FUCK OFF BEFORE I RIP IT OFF AND BEAT YOU T'DEATH WITH IT!" A familiar snorting laugh and the sound of high-speed footsteps with no body attached to them came louder and louder before fading away. They were followed by a rather irate looking Australian in a state of dishabille and a very dazed looking redhead who stumbled from the room, her hair in a mess and clumsily smoking a familiar brand of thin white cigarette. She unashamedly crashed into the chair nearest Engineer, the only thing separating her modesty from the other two men was a thin blanket clutched around her torso. Wordlessly, Engineer handed over the bottle of Scrumpy. Presumably, the ladies who had stayed with Soldier and Scout left the next morning, but both Americans showed up to breakfast, the former with several welts and new dings in his helmet and the later with at least eight prodigious hickies standing out obviously red on his neck and collarbone. He was conspicuously shirtless in spite of the temperature and the look that he gave Spy was particularly significant. "Yeah? Gettin' a good look? So whose the virgin now, fag?" Engineer wasn't surprised that tales of the prank on Sniper had already filtered down through the ranks. Gossip spread like wildfire across the base. Spy apparently had overheard some of the BLU's taking a tip from their enemy and following suit with their own trip into town. No one did ever find out precisely what Pyro and their harem had done during the night but in the weeks to come, all three ladies were spotted somewhere around Grainery to the point where Scout had started a popular betting pool as to what it was they were doing all night. In all the excitement, everyone seemed to have forgotten that Engineer and Demo had been absent from the proceedings. It wasn't until a half day later, when Medic decided to check them all for STD's. After all, these were women who had decided to have sex with them for money. Demo and Engineer dutifully both showed up along with the rest of the team. Engineer was one of the few mercenaries who generally didn't find Medic to be particularly creepy, but perhaps because he made his own means of medical attention on the battlefield he didn't deal with him as much as the others did. Perhaps it was the fact that the doctor, like himself had a PhD and communicated on his own level. Today however, the man was scrutinizing him like he was an open cadaver. Engineer didn't like it one bit. "Geez Doc, what is it? Have I got gangrene on my face?" "I vas vonderking." Medic turned to face him slowly, eyes glittering behind his glasses. "If you knew vhat sorts of delightful fluids are in an eyesocket." Engineer's mouth fell open as he realized, along with the feeling of ice water that was beginning to start in his stomach that Demo had been in here for a check up just before him. "It is truly an interesting experience zhat you must have had, and surely an educated man like yourself would vant to know just what you--" Engineer fled.