Every repost is a repost repost. By Owl Tiem.

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Sniper wasn't really expecting it. It wasn't like he'd planned it or anything. He had a reputation as a lecherous son of a bitch, yes, but he had never thought about PYRO that way. Hell, he didn't even know Pyro's gender. For that matter, he didn't even know for sure that Pyro was /human/. For all he knew, the kid was a semi-sentient sack of hiveminded potatoes.

It was late one evening on the battlements (that being where Sniper was usually to be found, if he wasn't in the laundry room in the basement sniffing peoples' knickers) when the Australian heard the pitter-patter of little feet. And not Scout's, those go more like patpatpatpatpat. He turned and saw Pyro pausing hesitantly in the doorway.

"M'm phwwy phw mwumphin," Pyro said, "mwph M'ph wmph m wmph mm phmphwd."

"Er - no trouble, mate," Sniper replied, not quite frowning at his failure to understand much more than 'I'm sorry.' "Ain't interruptin or nothin."

"Wwd," Pyro sounded almost glad, through the mask. "M'm wwd." Not so hesitant now, he came closer, standing next to Sniper and leaning out the very same window.

Standing very close next to Sniper, as a matter of fact. He could feel the kid's body heat (was he /made/ of fire? Or was it just because the suit was so warm?), and Pyro's arm was touching his as they watched the sunset fading over the other team's base.

"M wwm wm wwph wd," Pyro mumbled. "Wd wmmph wm mw phwah."

They stood a moment in silence, leaning there in the window. Then Pyro pointed at the darker fringes of the sky with one large rubber glove. "Wwm," he said. "M'ph mm Bwm Dwphw." He leaned further out and pointed with the other glove. "Wm mm phwm dw'ph Wmwphwmwph."

Pyro pulled himself back in and stretched casually, one arm finding its way around Sniper's shoulders.

Sniper was almost getting to be comfortable with Pyro's nearness, Pyro's gentle, if intelligible, murmurings; but he froze when Pyro touched him. What - was going on?

Oh, God. "I'm on to you, Spy," he growled angrily, pushing the Pyro away. He pulled out his kukri and held it between them, keeping the other man at a distance. "You're not going to trick me this time."

Pyro tilted his head in a gesture obviously designed to make up for the fact that he couldn't visibly roll his eyes behind the mask's smoked lenses. "M'm mwd m Phy," he said, sounding almost amused. "M dw'm haph mw phwmphwwr ww muphwm."

"A likely story," the Sniper snarled, moving so that his back was no longer exposed, keeping the knife between him and the Pyro - Spy. "That's just what a Spy /would/ say, mate. Not bloody falling for it." Whatever the Pyro /had/ said, anyway.

Carefully, not making any sudden moves, Pyro slipped off his gloves and dropped them to the ground; just as slowly and carefully, he unzipped the front of his suit. "Mwd m Phy, phee? Mw wmmwmph - muphwm. Yu wmma phwph mm?" No Spy suit beneath the chemsuit, just an undershirt, the waistband of his boxers (daisy-printed) just visible. Nothing to hide.

A little drymouthed at the sight of Pyro's - almost nudity - not a sack of potatoes, then. Slight definition under the thin cotton of his shirt that Sniper never would have guessed at. "Not - a Spy? What's the bright idea, then, mate? A practical joke?"

Pyro shrugged. "M'm hwmmy, yu'w phw mywphwm, m phwmwd w'd mm phwm." He sounded amused, still. "Wm wphwds," he added, reaching up a hand, still slowly - because Sniper still had his machete out. "M'm wwmy phwphin hwd phw yuw phydwmph."

Pyro's bare hand touched the side of his face, fingering the edges of his sideburns carefully, and Sniper swallowed, his hands shaking slightly. "Ah - oh - what?"

"Dw'w hwd," Pyro said softly. "Yu'w hwd. Wm M'm hwmmy. Phw." He shrugged the arms of his suit off his shoulders, letting it slip down coyly. "Yu wwmma?" A brief pause, then - "Wd'd hwph ph yu pwd wm myph mwy - "

Sniper still stood there in a sort of - just sort of shocked silence, blinking at Pyro, so Pyro sighed and took the knife away from Sniper's unresisting hand, tucked it carefully back into its sheath.

"W'ph mww dwm mwmph hwd mm phwyphwm ww yw wmwy wmwmphwph, hww..." Pyro murmured.

"Hey -" Sniper finally retorted, a little weakly. "'s not like Pyros are always sneaking up here to seduce me, mate -"

Pyro stepped closer, removing the distance between them, hands running over Sniper's shoulders and down his sides as he nuzzled the side of the Australian's face, mask tucking neatly beneath the brim of the other man's hat. "M'd phww mwddw mm mwph wwm m wwphwd wph yu ww hwphwm, yu mww."

There was nothing else to hide with Pyro pressed in close like that - nothing but Pyro's still hidden face, of course - but if Sniper had his doubts before, the erection pressing into his thigh was fairly good proof that Pyro's words - what he understood of them - were true. "Oh -"

Automatically his hands came up, sliding over slim hips and settling over what felt like a firm arse. Pyro sighed happily, so Sniper squeezed just a little - well. Definitely not a sack of potatoes.

Now that the initial shock was starting to wear off, Sniper found himself more than slightly interested in the prospect, even as Pyro's hands kept exploring, edging under his shirt.

Pyro's face may have been hidden, but what Sniper could see - and feel - was much better than he could have imagined, if he had ever thought about the Pyro that way.

Pyro rocked slightly between Sniper's thigh and the hands on his backside, moving his own hands over Sniper's lanky frame. One hand slid up under his shirt in the back, fingers splaying over bare skin, and he groaned. He wanted more - it had been so long since he had felt bare skin against his own.

Breathing hard, breath rasping through the filters, Pyro wiggled sideways out of Sniper's arms - unable to suppress a disappointed moan at his own actions - and tugged at Sniper's arm, in the direction of the little nest where the other man usually slept.

Sniper got the hint immediately, pushing Pyro onto his back on the bedroll, pulling his boots off and yanking at the chemsuit as Pyro tugged at Sniper's vest and fumbled with his belt.

Sniper jerked Pyro's shorts down and bent to nuzzle at his neck, his shoulders, his chest, anywhere that there was skin, his hat tumbling to the floor as Pyro ran desperate, clutching fingers through his hair and over his shoulders.

"Phyphwm - ywph, Phyphwm, pwwph, pwwph - "

If there were any lingering doubts about Pyro's gender, they disappeared entirely as Sniper's fingers slipped under Pyro's waistband and wrapped around his thick cock, leaking ever-so-slightly in his hand. "Phyphwm!" the Pyro cried out, and Sniper hummed against Pyro's chest, stroking lightly.

"You like that, mate?" Sniper chuckled, and Pyro moaned wantonly, clutching at Sniper's shoulders as he thrust up into Sniper's hand. Sniper couldn't help thrusting back, rubbing against Pyro's writhing body underneath him. "Yeah - feel so good, Pyro -"

"Pwwph - pwwph - phww mm, phww -"

Sniper had everything he needed in the pockets of his vest - that reputation as a lech wasn't unfounded, after all - and he slicked up his fingers, slid them inside, grinning as Pyro cried out again, loud and completely incoherent. God, so tight around his fingers - more incoherent noises as he scissored them, cock leaking steadily - Sniper couldn't stand it, he had to - God - so slowly, pressing himself against, and then in - oh, bloody hell - and all the while Pyro beneath him, pushing back against him, crying out on every thrust.

Sniper worked a hand between, barely wrapping it around Pyro's cock before Pyro was spilling over his fingers, back arching, fingers digging hard into shoulders, clenching tight around Sniper's cock.

A couple more thrusts, and Sniper was utterly undone - biting into Pyro's shoulder as he comes.

After, he rolled off Pyro and stared up at the ceiling. "Bloody hell, mate -"

"Mmm-" Pyro murmured, curling into his side and practically purring.

In the shadows just outside the doorway, Spy uncloaked with a chuckle. "Interesting," he quietly said to himself.