"You got curves like a woman."
Where? Spy is built like a cereal box with legs. :|

Apart from that, I'd like to see more of this. The concept is neat, and the last line made me laugh irl.

I like where this is going :3

Hell yeah

Eagerly awaiting more.

Oh yes, I must read more.

cocktease fffffff gimmie moar :C

This is awesome! Can't wait to read the next part

Part II

"Heh. That ain't exactly the answer I was expectin' from you, either."

Engie shook his head as the Spy laughed, the man seeming thoroughly pleased with himself as he wiped underneath one eye, his laughter falling into a sharp snort.

"And what sort of answer were you 'oping for, mon ami?"

Raising his finger in the air as the Spy had done to him, Engie shook his head in scolding.

"You want an answer to that, you're gonna have to capture a piece. That's the way this game works, ain't it?"

"Mmm. So it is."

Spy turned his attention down to the board, surveying his situation. He finally lifted his rook delicately from the board and slid it across, capturing the knight Engie has moved during his previous play. His attention once more focused on the Engineer, Spy smiled, swinging his foot casually.

"You know, questions are fun, monsieur, but nothing 'as been decided when it comes to the outcome of the game."

"Yeah? You got somethin' else devious in mind?"

"Perhaps. I wonder, since you 'ave been willing to indulge my game of questions, if you would like to raise the stakes."

Engie snorted. "You ain't got nothin' I want."

"Non? I think you might disagree."

Spy leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he grinned at Engie, his chin resting on his folded hands.

"'ow about, who ever wins.. may make one request of the loser? The request cannot be denied, and just as with our questions, anything goes."

Engie shifted on his stool, peering uncomfortably through his goggles as he regarded the man sitting across from him. This new twist was as interesting as the original game of questions, though the thrill of what the Spy might ask for if he won was somewhat concerning. Despite himself, Engie found himself nodding to the new stipulation.

"Anything goes, huh?"

Spy offered Engie a warm smile.

"Anything."

"Fine. I believe it's your turn for another question, isn't it?"

Spy nodded, removing his cigarette from his mouth as he glanced down at the remains of his shotgun shell army.

"Have you ever thought about me while you are masturbating?"

Engie felt the back of his neck growing hot in his blush, and he found himself wishing for something other than his goggles hiding his face. Spy seemed positively delighted with the Engineer's embarrassment, pressing his cigarette to his lips as he awaited the man's answer.

"..Yeah."

The word was soft spoken and Engie was looking away from the Spy in his embarrassment.

"Mmm. Interesting, non?"

Spy waved his hand across the board, sitting back to enjoy his minor victory.

"Your turn, monsieur."

"I know that!" Engie snapped, finally glaring across the board at the Spy. Reaching down, he picked up his own bishop, sliding it to take the Spy's only remaining knight.

"Who do you think about fuckin'?"

He'd been curious ever since the Spy had given his nonchalant answer, and Spy's very personal question had only served to fuel his desire to see the man humiliated, though Engie wasn't sure if that was possible.

"Ooh, a good one, ami. I suppose it depends on who I am in the mood for."

Engie waited with baited breath, hoping the Spy would continue. Instead, Spy smiled politely at him, folding his hands across his knee. Engie sighed heavily.

"That didn't answer my question, Frenchie. Who is very specific, an' your answer is real vague."

"Very well. Just this week, I 'ave thought about fucking the good doctor in 'is infirmary, ruining the immaculate clean the man keeps the place in. I also thought about sneaking up onto the Sniper's deck and taking the man by surprise. It is wonderfully delicious to wonder just 'ow much the man would struggle."

Engie was quiet, unsure of what to say in the face of Spy's answer. Spy enjoyed Engie's silence for a moment, picking up his cigarette from the ash tray for another drag.

"Are you disappointed you were not included, cher?"

"No!"

Spy smirked.

"A free answer, 'ow generous."

Engie growled, pointing at the board heatedly.

"Jus' go already, goddamnit."

Spy lifted his rook unceremoniously and slid it across the board, removing Engie's bishop with a smile.

"I believe your king is in check, non?"

Engie stared in disbelief at the board. He'd been so focused on asking and anwering the man's questions, he hadn't paid any attention to the position of the Spy's two rooks. He glared up at Spy.

"You tricked me."

Spy laughed.

"Perhaps, but I believe I 'ave won, and so that entitles me to a question, and a request."

Crushing out his cigarette, Spy stood from the crates and walked around the table, stroking Engie's cheek carefully. He was mildly surprised when the man did not pull away.

"I think I will combine my two rewards. What were you thinking about me, while you were masturbating, mon cher? You can answer that, by showing me."

Ahaha I didn't have to wait too long! Their interactions are adorable and this is the perfect set-up! I'm excited for the next part

I love this!

Clever! The Spy obviously came in there with a purpose and Engineer just might catch on to this. The trap is set, let's ee if we can't turn some tables.

Ooh! How very Spy. The anticipation has set my crotch a-tingle already. Please continue, I can't wait!

>>2

Your cereal box comment made me choke on my Cheerios. Of all the fucking odds... and now I can't unsee it, either. :(

>>2

Scout's mom disagrees with you, good sir! That being said, thanks everyone for the comments. I'll probably update this later on tonight with the juicy bits.

>>13

Waiting is KILLING me!

>>13

YESSSS

>>13

God damn it, now I won't be able to sleep because of the anticipation!

>>13
oh man, i can't wait for the next installment
i just hope it won't take forever. good story

I'm so loving this.

More! <3

GOD DAMMIT THIS IS SO PERFECT

Engie scratched his cheek where the Spy's soft hand had been moments before, his face fixed with a sly smirk as he took in the taller man.

"You know, I've always been fond of showin', rather than tellin'. You always learn more that way."

He winked at the Spy and stood up, walking the short distance across the room to click the lock on the door. Spy cocked his eyebrow at the action, watching the Engineer like a hawk as the shorter man returned to stand next to him.

"Mmm, oui. It 'as always been my experience that learning is best done.. 'ands-on."

Engie's smirk grew and he reached up, plucking his hat from his head to run his hand over his short cropped hair, finally tossing the hat up onto the table with the chess set. It wobbled clumsily and knocked over a few of their pieces, but neither man seemed to notice.

"Since I'm a man of mah word, I'll oblige you both of the rewards you've earned."

Engie reached down and began unbuckling his belt, his eyes never leaving Spy's as he did so. The taller man watched, a slow smile spreading across his face as he watched the Engineer's fingers work the leather at his waist.

"Mmm. Très bon, monsieur."

Spy leaned back on one foot, the fingers of his right hand stroking his chin in concentration as he watched the Engineer. He was mildly surprised when the Texan began stripping the various pouches from the belt, leaving only the strap of leather, and his surprise was voiced when the man stepped around him, grabbing both of his wrists and pulling them behind his back.

"Qu'est-ce que vous--"

Engie ignored the man's French and brought his wrists together, looping the belt and pulling it rather taut before testing it. The Spy squirmed a bit and attempted to pull his wrists from the confines, but to no avail. Engie smiled and dropped the extra leather, leaving it to dangle behind the man as he stepped back in front of the Spy.

"I believe I made a request earlier, an' you were bein' too stubborn to oblige. Allow me to remedy that problem for you."

"Monsieur, I do not wear the mask as a matter of personal preference, but as a professional obligation, surely you can understand this?"

Spy's voice was almost pleading as he pulled at his wrists, and the sound in the man's voice stirred something within the Engineer's stomach.

"Uh huh. I can respect that, believe me." He smirked. "S'why the door's locked. Ain't nobody but me gonna know."

Spy pursed his lips, still tugging in vain at the leather of the Engineer's belt. While what he said was true, the mask was a professional obligation more than anything, he'd never been without it at the compound, and none of the others had seen his true face. He'd always showered when no one else was around, and he did so quickly, lest someone find him with it off.

Engie sensed the apprehension surrounding the Spy, and it only served to further excite him. Reaching forward, he began loosening the Spy's tie, watching as the man swallowed from the contact. Once the garment was discarded, Engie popped the first few buttons of the Spy's shirt, smiling as he saw an end to the balaclava.

"Must get hot with that thing on all the time.."

Sliding his fingers underneath the balaclava, Engie began pulling it up slowly, savoring the anticipation the action brought. His knuckles grazed over the Spy's Adam's apple and Engie's smile widened as the man swallowed again.

"You ain't nervous are you?"

Spy shook his head as best he could, closing his eyes and giving up on removing his hands from the confines of the belt all together.

"Non."

"Good."

Engie brought his other hand up and gripped both sides of the balaclava, rolling it over the Spy's chin and up, past his nose until finally, Engie held the limp fabric in his hands. Spy kept his eyes closed as the Engineer beheld his unmasked face, perhaps clinging to the futile hope that if he could not see the man, the man could not see him.

Engie chuckled, which caused Spy to open one of his eyes.

"You ain't half bad lookin', son. Hair's a mess, but I ain't picky."

Reaching up, Engie ran his fingers through the Spy's hair, brushing it back from his forehead as he did so. He was rewarded with a quiet moan from deep within Spy's throat, the man's eyes still closed.

"S'il vous plaît..."

"S'il vous plaît? Please? Please what?"

"J'ai besoin-- I need.. more.."

These words caused Engie's smile to grow and he reached behind the Spy, grabbing the extra leather from his belt, he turned, pulling the Spy sharply behind him, which caused the man's eyes to jerk open and a cry of surprise escaped his lips and the leather tightened from the Engineer's jerking. Engie drug the man to his bed, tossing him onto it almost carelessly as he released the belt, returning to the table to retrieve his wrench and a tube of soldering ointment. Tucking the tube in the pocket of his overalls, he returned to his bed, standing over the Spy, his wrench hefted onto his shoulder.

"You ain't doin' it right."

Spy frowned up at the Engineer, unsure of what he meant.

"Quoi? You 'ave not said anything.."

Engie shook his head and tossed the wrench onto the bed.

"Get up, an' get on your knees, on the bed."

When the Spy took too long to obey Engie's order, he reached down and slipped a hand underneath the skinnier man's arm, pulling him to his feet again. Engie turned him sharply and shoved him onto the bed, a cry of surprise coming from Spy as the man fell forward onto his face, unable to catch himself with his arms behind his back. Engie ran a hand over the Spy's ass presented almost lovingly to him, which elicitied another quiet moan from the man's throat. Reaching underneath him, Engie began unbuckling the Spy's belt and finally slipped his fingers deftly along the man's fly, unbuttoning and unzipping him.

"Ohh, nngh, oui.. be rough with me, cher.."

Engie ignored the Spy's request and slipped his fingers along the Spy's waist, hooking his thumbs beneath the fabric of his pants and boxers, finally pulling them over the Spy's ass. Leaning over to pick up his wrench again, Engie slid the tool between Spy's legs, forcing the man's legs as far apart as the fabric of his pants would let them go.

"I'm afraid, you don't get to make anymore requests, Spah. You know the rules. One per game.."

With that, Engie removed the tube of soldering ointment and popped the cap with his thumb, tilting it up and letting it drip onto the handle of his wrench. His ever present smile widened as he began smoothing the ointment over the handle, watching the Spy's face which was turned to watch him. The man wiggled his ass and moaned again as he observed what the Engineer was doing.

"S'il vous plaît pressé.. j'ai besoin d'elle si mal.. vous n'avez aucune idée.."

"I don't speak French."

Spy groaned, closing his eyes from the sight of the Engineer stroking his wrench so lovingly. His brain was clouded and numb with thoughts of what was to come, and he could hardly express himself in French, let alone translate for the man. Still, he focused on his words and opened his eyes again, meeting the Engineer's stern gaze with one of raw pleading.

"I need it, monsieur."

Engie nodded.

"I know."

Stepping closer to the Spy, Engie ran his slicked hand carefully over Spy's ass, the man jumping from the cool touch before he relaxed again. Very carefully, Engie pressed his thumb against the man's opening, prodding gently as he coaxed the man into relaxing and letting him in. Soon, he replaced his thumb with his index finger, crooking it carefully as he worked inside the Spy, the man's hips rocking from the touch. Slipping another finger inside, Engie leaned down over the man, so his mouth was near the Spy's ear.

"I want to hear you beg for mah wrench, boy."

"Nngh, mon Dieu.. vous diable.."

Spy pressed himself back against the Engineer's fingers, rotating his hips in his need, helping the man find that special spot deep inside him. Engie's fingers grazed carefully over the man's prostate and Spy bit the sheets in sheer pleasure, sweat beading on his temple and trickling down his face. He was glad the Engineer had removed his balaclava, though he wished more of his suit had been shed.

"Please... nngh, ohh, s'il vous plaît.. J'en ai besoin.. need you.. fuck me.."

Engie pressed a small kiss to the Spy's ear and leaned up again, removing his fingers from the Spy. Flipping his wrench to hold it by the head, he pressed the well worn and slicked handle against the Spy's ass, sliding it carefully along the man's crack before pressing it deeper. He watched, entranced at the Spy's flesh wrapped around the wrench, the man's carnal cries filling his own loins with heat.

Spy could take the teasing no longer and began pressing himself back against the wrench, all restraint tossed out the window as he aided in his own fucking, rocking his hips hard as the Engineer continued to slide the handle inside of him. A long, low moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes, biting his lip in his ecstasy, begging in French and English and every other language he knew.

"Mmmm. How's that feel, huh?"

Engie was stroking his own crotch slowly as he continued his slow and methodical strokes with the wrench, his eyes focusing back and forth from the wrench to the Spy's face.

"Mmgngh, monsieur, fuck.. aaahhh. aahhh.. please..."

Releasing himself, Engie leaned forward over the Spy, gripping the man's cock in his calloused hand, which rewarded them both with a hoarse scream from Spy's throat, followed by a string of French neither man could understand. Engie picked up the pace, fucking the man harder and faster with the wrench, his strokes of the man's cock matching. Rolling his thumb over the head of Spy's cock, Engie felt the man tense beneath him, hot streams of come flowing over his fist as he continued to stroke the Spy hard.

Spy was little more than a heap, his orgasm ripping through him roughly as the combined stimulation of the wrench hitting that perfect spot inside of him, and the Engineer's rough hands jerking him off sent electric through his body, unraveling the tight pit in his stomach. His lungs burned from his heavy breathing and he wanted nothing more than a cigarette, but he was surprised to be met with the Engineer's fingers sliding into his mouth, sticky with his own come. Spy moaned around the man's fingers and sucked them obediently, lapping each as it was offered.

Engie's grin hadn't left his face as he watched the Spy clean his own mess. Slowly, he removed the wrench and tossed it aside, the loud clang it made as it hit the floor lost on both men. Unhooking his overalls, Engie smiled down at the Spy.

"I ain't done with you yet, boy."

oh my god. More. Pleaaase more. ;_;
This is perfect. Amazingly /perfect./

fuuuuuuuuuuuck. i think my brain just melted. this is fucking perfect.

oh my....

Oh, oh my- I mean- th-that's a big fucking wrench!

delicious sodomy I need more of it

OH MY, INDEED. fucking love this.
>>2
lol, yeah i think it's been a while since Engie's seen a woman

DO WANT.

"I ain't done with you yet, boy."
BEST LINE EVAR

I beg of you, WRITE MORE!

Part IV

"Ohhh mon Dieu... aidez-moi!"

Spy squirmed against the bed, pulling roughly at the confines of the belt, a low whimper escaping his throat when he could not free himself. Engie watched with interest as the man squirmed, dropping his overalls and kicking off his boots before grabbing the extra leather of the belt. Engie pulled sharply, forcing the Spy up onto his knees again.

Scratching his chin, Engie smiled at the man and the pitiful state he was in.

"Let's give you a reason to think about me next time you're thinkin' 'bout fuckin', yeah?"

Spy could do little more than moan as he watched the Engineer strip him of his own pants and shoes, the garments carelessly discarded alongside Engie's on the floor. Once Spy was sufficiently undressed, Engie sat down on the bed beside him, fishing his erection out of his boxers. Spy watched with very rapt attention as the Texan's fist closed around his achingly hard shaft, pumping it slowly.

"Mmmm, monsieur.. il est magnifique.."

Engie chuckled, reaching for the tube of ointment he'd coated the wrench with, pouring a small amount in his palm as he continued his stroking, his eyes closing in his pleasure as he listened to the Spy's labored breathing. He was surprised to feel the man pushing against him, his knees grazing Engie's thighs as he situated himself into Engie's lap, straddling him.

Engie opened his mouth to comment, but Spy shook his head.

"Untie me."

"What if I don't wanna?"

"It was not a question."

"You're hardly in the place to be makin' demands."

"If you want /this/ taken care of.. you will untie me."

"Yeah? Well I--"

Spy leaned forward and captured the Engineer's lips in a kiss, his chest pressed against the Engineer's stout chest as he forced the man to lie back onto the bed, his hips rocking into the Engie's as he teased with his tongue. He was mildly surprised to feel the Engineer kissing him back, the man's tongue slipping inside his mouth to tease his own. Nipping the Engineer's lower lip, Spy finally rested his forehead against the Texan's.

"I said untie me."

There were no further complaints from Engie is he reached behind the Spy, finding the belt buckle and unravelling it from Spy's wrists. Once Spy was free, he used his hands to sit up, though he pressed his hands to Engie's chest to keep him against the bed.

"Très bon, monsieur. I knew you were not a stupid man."

Engie grunted and made a move to sit up, but Spy leaned further onto his chest, keeping him pressed down against the bed. A sly smile crossed Spy's features at his new found position of power, and he studied the Engineer below him, reaching between the man's legs to stroke him a few times. Spy was rewarded with a sharp moan from Engie's throat, as well as a string of curses which he chose to ignore.

"'ands above your 'ead, monsieur. We can't have you.. interferring."

"What? I ain't gon--"

Spy leaned forward lightning quick and captured the Engineer's wrists, throwing them above his head as he stretched across his body. Engie growled at the Spy and attempted to buck the skinnier man off of him, an action which caused the Spy to smile even bigger and grind his hips harder against the Engineer's erection.

"Ohhh oui, ingénieur... I like a struggle..."

"Goddamn you.."

"Tut." Spy shook his head disapprovingly, grabbing Engie's belt and looping it quickly across the man's wrists, much the same as he had been bound, only moments before. Once he was satified with his work, he leaned back up, studying it as he scratched his chin. Engie tried to pull his hands forward but found resistance. Looking up, he saw that the Spy had looped the belt through the wire headboard of the bed, effectively restraining him.

"I oughta.."

"Quoi?"

A self-satisfied smirk crossed Spy's face as he sat back, fishing his cigarette case from his pocket. Deftly flicking one out and lighting it just as quickly, he tucked the case and lighter back into his vest pocket, reaching down to stroke the Engineer as he puffed at his cigarette.

"You are impossibly 'ard, monsieur."

Engie's cheeks reddened at the Spy's words and he growled at him, bucking up into the touch. Spy smiled.

"Is my touch not enough? Do you need more?"

"Goddamnit, Spah.."

"Mmm. Oui."

Spy sat up a bit, holding the Engineer's erection with his hand as he guided the man, slipping down onto him neatly, his eyes closing as he blew the smoke from his lungs. Engie gasped and arched his back, tugging sharply at the leather which kept him bound to the bed.

"Ohh..."

Spy nodded, bringing the cigarette back to his lips as he leaned forward, resting both palms on the Engineer's chest, rocking up and down the man's erection as he watched Engie's face, impaling himself harder each time.

"Goddamn.. you ain't.. s'posed to feel this good..."

Spy held the cigarette with his teeth, sucking it roughly as he continued to impale himself on the Engineer's cock, rocking hard against him as he watched the man's face contort in his pleasure, the satisfied grunts coming from the man's thick throat pleasing the Spy like nothing else. Spy slowed his pace to begin unbuttoning the Engineer's shirt, popping each with precision. Once the shirt was laid open, he rested his palms against the man's bare chest, his nails digging into flesh as he began fucking him again, squeezing tightly around him.

"La façon dont vous me remplissent est parfait.."

Engie found himself bucking up hard to meet Spy's hips, throwing caution out the window as the man fucked him. The dull pain of the nails digging into his chest barely registered as Spy sank down onto his thick shaft, over and over, the man's moans of pleasure filling Engie's ears and causing his head to spin. Before he knew what was happening, he slammed his body up into the Spy, his back arched as he came deep inside the man.

"La petite mort.."

Spy ground against Engie's body one final time, rotating his hips as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, studying it as if it were entirely new. Blowing the remnants of the smoke from his body, he smirked at the spent man below him, pressing the cigarette out against the flesh of his abdomen.

"OW GODDAMNIT! WHAT THE FU--"

Spy leaned forward and silenced the man with his lips.

"That is what you Texans do, oui? You mark things that belong to you with a brand, non?"

Smiling, Spy flattened himself against the Engineer's chest.

"Get off of me, and untie me. Now."

Spy shook his head.

"Non. I prefer you this way, and so this is 'ow you shall stay."

.....

*fapfapfapfapfap*

UNF.
What is it about the cigarette that's so cumbuckets?

I love how Spy always manages to get his way, somehow. Though I do wonder what Engie had planned, exactly, before Spy interfered. ilu Rarne. You made me namefag with your porn. Le sigh.

>>33
he wouldn't be much of a spy if he couldn't figure out how to get his own way in any situation, would he <:Vc

>>34

This is true. And that's why we love him. That, and he's a whore. :B Which is why it's so easy for him to get his way in the first place, I think.

Part V

Engie bucked his body against the Spy, doing his best to throw the man off. Spreading his legs wide, Spy smiled down at the Engineer and his futile attempts to rid himself of the man perched on top of him.

"Let me up I said! I untied you when you asked!"

Spy nodded, folding his arms across Engie's chest as he looked down at him.

"Oui, you did. That was your first mistake, monsieur."

Engie growled and renewed his attempts to free himself, bucking wildly against the Spy's wiry frame. Spy seemed entirely content to ride the man below him, staying on top despite Engie's best efforts to free himself.

"I believe I could win a prize for this performance, pardner."

"Your Southern accent is horrible."

"Forgive me, I 'ave not spent any time worth noting in that detestable state you call 'ome."

"When I get free I swear I'm gonna--"

"Mmm. Precisely. When you get free. 'ow are you so certain that you will regain your freedom? You see, monsieur, you are at my mercy now, and I'm chuckling, because it 'as been entirely of your own making. You agreed to both games which 'ave led to you being in your current predicament."

Engie fell silent at the Spy's words, which caused the man's grin to widen. Finally sliding off of the man, Spy sauntered to the table where their chessboard was. Engie watched him curiously, but said nothing, tugging quietly at the bonds which held him to the bed. Gathering up the pieces knocked over by Engie's hat, Spy tossed them all onto the board and resumed his slow saunter back to the bed.

"What're you doin'?"

"We are going to play again. I enjoyed our first game."

"The hell we are, you let me up right now, goddamnit!"

Spy shook his head and straddled the Engineer again, pressing himself against the man's hips as he smiled, setting the board down on the man's chest. Several of the pieces fell onto the bed, but Spy seemed not to notice as he leaned over the board, his hands resting on the bed beside Engie's head.

"We are going to play, monsieur, because this is 'ow you are going to win your freedom."

"You can't keep me here forever."

Spy shook his head.

"Non, you are right. I cannot. But you can win your freedom sooner... by playing another game with me."

Engie sighed heavily, looking away from the Spy in his anger.

"Set it up."

Spy smiled and leaned up again, clapping his hands in his glee.

"Oh, oui! Très bon, ingénieur. I knew you would see it my way."

Reaching down to pick up the fallen pieces, Spy began setting up the board for another round of chess. Engie watched the man, breathing slowly so as not to knock over his work. Once the board was set up, he smiled warmly down at Engie, ignoring the fact that both men were nearly naked. Shrugging his jacket off and tossing it in the floor with the rest of his clothing, Spy began rolling up the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt.

"Now, since you are so deliciously bound, I will 'ave to make your moves for you."

This caused Spy to smile fondly as he produced another cigarette, perched happily on top of the Engineer as if he were his favorite chair.

"You are familiar with chess notation, oui?"

Engie sighed.

"I ain't stupid."

Spy shook his head.

"That is not what I was implying, monsieur. Forgive me if that is 'ow you took it. I merely asked to be certain I am making the right moves as you call them out to me."

Engie merely grunted in response, refusing to look at the man perched so happily atop him, nor the chess set he had set up. Spy was undeterred by the Engineer's unresponsiveness as he mulled over the board he had created.

"Shall we resume the same two games, cher? I am sure you still 'ave many questions you are dying to ask."

Engie finally turned back to the Spy, ignoring the man's question and asking one of his own.

"Why are you doin' this, huh?"

Spy smiled, brushing the front of his vest as if the reasons behind his actions should be entirely clear to everyone.

"I am bored, monsieur. Your RED counterpart 'as always been most entertaining on the field, so it is only logical.. that you would be most entertaining, off the field."

"Then why don't you go play with him, huh?"

Spy sat back and feigned shock at Engie's words, a short chuckle escaping his throat as he did.

"Why? I am 'aving a perfectly good time, 'ere."

Cocking his head to the side to study Engie's face, Spy finally smiled and glanced down at the board between them again.

"Can you see the everything properly, cher? Do you perhaps need another pillow to aid in your view?"

"I can see it."

"Mmm. Oui. Then let us begin, and we shall continue our game of questions as well."

hnnnnnnnnnnngh. Never stop.

Spy, you magnificent bastard. Engie's gon' wrench you, boy. And not in the good way.

eeeeee~! this has made my day! oh do please continue

SO FUCKIN GLAD I CHECKED THIS MORNING

>>40
ME TOO.

mmmm~! please tell me there's more

Buckets. I came them.

Plz write more. I NEED IT. PUT IT IN MY VEINS.

Please update soon~! My heart can't take this wait

I'm definitely looking forward to the next entry~!

Jesus Christ this has all of my favorite things and more. Why must you be so awesome?

;_; Moremore

Engie stared impassively at the board perched on his chest. The game had started out much the same as their first game, only instead of moving his pieces, he had to remember to call the squares by their name so Spy could move for him. Spy seemed stupidly happy to oblige, merely watching the Engineer as the man thought over his moves.

"Knight to king's bishop five."

Spy smiled, picking up the Engineer's only remaining knight on the board and setting it down on the specified square, clearing his bishop. He set the shaped shotgun shell onto the bed on Engie's left side, which was where he had been setting all of the pieces the man won.

"And your question, monsieur?"

"Did you enjoy your wrenchin'?"

Spy smirked and sat back, appraising the board on the Engineer's chest. The man had a slight advantage and was playing better than he had previously, which amused Spy greatly.

"Mmm. Oui. It was unexpected, and because of that, it was that much more enjoyable. Though I must say, it was somewhat different than what I have experienced at the 'ands of your RED counterpart."

Engie chuckled, jostling the board slightly. Spy raised his finger in alarm, and Engie slowed his breathing again, managing to only knock over once piece in his laughter.

"Oh, cher. You are lucky I remember where that piece was."

"You're lucky I do, too. You ain't gonna cheat me this time."

"Quoi? I did not cheat you last time. I won fair and square!"

"No you didn't. You distracted mah mind. You ain't gonna manage to do that this time."

Spy tapped a finger to his lips, smiling down at the Engineer.

"Is that so, monsieur? I suppose.. we shall see."

Rubbing his hips against Engie as if he was adjusting himself in the most comfortable seat he'd ever sat in, Spy reached down and began stroking Engie again. The man instantly tensed and Spy's smile widened, though he continued his stroking as he looked across the board. After several long moments, he reached down and picked up a pawn, replacing his with one of the Engineer's before dropping the shell on the man's right side.

"'ow long has it been?"

"What?"

"That is not a 'ard question, cher. 'ow long has it been since you 'ave 'ad sex?"

Engie frowned, shifting beneath the Spy and trying very hard to ignore what the man was doing to him. Still, his body would not obey his mind, and he could feel his cock hardening even as he spoke.

"Thirty minutes now?"

Spy laughed, releasing the Engineer and resting his elbows on his own thighs, which hugged Engie's hips.

"Non. Before then. 'ow long?"

"I don't see how that's important."

"It doesn't matter if you don't see 'ow. I see 'ow."

"I can't remember."

Spy clucked his tongue and shook his head, plucking another cigarette from the case removed from the vest he still wore. Engie found it absurd that the man kept that bit of clothing on, but he did not question him. He was beginning to realize the man wasn't entirely sane, though who among them was?

"That is a shame, monsieur."

"Haven't you ever felt that way? Like maybe you can't remember somethin' important you should?"

Spy considered the question and decided to answer, even though the man had not made a move with his chess pieces.

"Oui.. it may seem odd.. but I cannot remember where I am from."

Engie looked at him quizzically, lifting his head from the pillow.

"What do you mean you can't remember where you're from?"

Spy shrugged and puffed at his cigarette, blowing the smoke down over the board. He watched in silence for a moment as it swirled around the remaining pieces, before he glanced back up at the Engineer.

"I mean just what I said, monsieur. I cannot remember where I'm from."

"That don't make no sense. You speak French. You're French."

"Oui, I speak French, but that is not the only language I speak, cher. I also know Spanish, Italian, and English as well."

"But your accent is French."

Once again, Spy shrugged and puffed his cigarette, though he didn't release the smoke immediately.

"I cannot remember much outside of the time we 'ave spend here, cher. In fact, there is not much else I remember, other than arriving at this place."

Engie glanced down at the board, realizing it was his turn. Running his tongue over his lip, he considered the Spy's words. Normally, it would seem odd, a man not being able to rememebr anything outside of being in a certain place, but Engie felt the same way. He could not remember anything outside of his job in working for BLU. Glancing back up at the Spy, he lifted his chin.

"Rook to king's queen three."

Spy nodded and picked up the piece to obey, removing his now vanquished bishop.

"Who else have you had sex with here?"

Spy chuckled, amused by the bold question.

"Are you really that interested, monsieur?"

Engie shrugged.

"You seem to think about it a lot. Told me you've thought about doin' it with the Doc an' the Aussie. So I'm wonderin' if you've ever acted on it."

Spy smiled and sucked gingerly at his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air before he turned his attention back to the Engineer. Reaching down again, he wrapped his fist around the man and began pumping slowly, which awarded him with a sharp gasp of breath from the man beneath him. The board jostled again and Spy paused momentarily.

"Just you, cher."

"What?"

"You 'eard me."

"Why?"

Spy clucked his tongue.

"Non. You have not made another move, and so it is not your turn."

Releasing Engie's now erect penis with a grin, Spy leaned forward, studying the board. Lifting his knight, he slid it across the board to capture one of the Engineer's pawns. Dropping it from the board, Spy leaned over the man as far as he could without disturbing the setup.

"Have you considered what I will ask for if I win again?"

Engie frowned at him.

"What do you mean? You said if I win, you'd let me go."

"Oui. If you win. We 'ave not discussed what I want, if I win."

"..What do you want?"

Spy smirked.

"To see those lips of yours wrapped around my cock."

Engie bucked violently and scattered the board across the bed, some of the pieces flying across the room in his fit. The belt pulled tightly at his wrists and began to cut into his flesh, but he jerked at it anyway, glowering at the Spy as he did so.

"I ain't playin' with you no more! Let me up right /now/! NOW I SAID!"

Spy shook his head, scooting up to occupy the spot on Engie's chest formerly taken by the chess board. Engie bucked harder and pulled at his bonds, making them tighter. Still, he jerked and pulled, not caring that his wrists were becoming raw from the movement.

"Non, be still, laborer."

"No, goddamnit! Let me up! I ain't doin' this no more!"

"I'm afraid, you don't 'ave a choice, cher. You are the one who is tied up, and I am the one who is in control."

Wrapping his hands around the metal bar which he was bound to, Engie jerked roughly, causing the headboard to smack loudly against the wall. Spy threw his head back in his laughter, removing his cigarette from his lips as he did so. Finding it impossibly hard to struggle properly with the Spy sitting on his chest, Engie stopped, glaring up at the man. Spy returned the glare with a pleasant smile, reaching down to tweak Engie's nipples.

"Stop it."

"Non."

"Let me up!"

Spy leaned down, painfully close to Engie's face.

"Since you ruined the game, I win."

"No you don't! That ain't right, goddamnit!"

Engie renewed his bucking and Spy sighed, leaning back up, though he brought his cigarette painfully close to Engie's chest. Engie stopped struggling as he watched the fire of the cigarette singe a few of his chest hairs. He was breathing heavily from his struggle, and Spy glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes returning to Engie's face with an accompanying impish grin.

"You are still 'ard, monsieur."

Engie glanced away from Spy, his cheeks reddening, which caused Spy's grin to grow. Reaching down to stroke himself with his free hand, Spy edged closer to Engie, tucking his cigarette back between his lips as he slipped his hand beneath the Texan's head to lift it forward.

"Now. You are going to suck me off properly, mon cher."

"Try it an' see what happens.."

Spy's smile grew.

"Non, you won't. You will do exactly as I say and you will enjoy it."

"...Fuck you."

Spy slipped his thumb inside Engie's mouth, stroking the man's tongue. When he did not bite down or object, Spy scooted forward, brushing the head of his cock against the man's lips. Engie tried to turn away, but Spy clucked his tongue, forcing himself inside Engie's mouth. Spy smiled as the man's eyes widened and he slipped further inside, tossing his head back at the feel of the Texan's mouth wrapped around him.

"Ohh.. you are exquisite, dear laborer.. it is small wonder your machinery works so well for you.."

Spy hummed quietly in the back of his throat as he continued thrusting into the Engineer's mouth, the man choking and sputtering occasionally when Spy hit the back of his throat. Spy looked down at him in scolding, the hand behind Engie's head stroking almost lovingly through his short cropped hair.

"Non.." He waved his free hand almost impatiently, shaking his head. "Do it better."

Engie's glare couldn't be contained as the Spy continued his thrusting, the moans coming from the man's throat keeping his own erection rock hard, despite the humiliation he felt at being tied up and forced to suck the man off. He coughed again when Spy thrust too hard, and the man sighed, seemingly ignoring the noise as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, his hand on the back of Engie's head curling into a claw as he continued to fuck the man.

The pressure in his stomach was becoming too much, and as he continued his methodical thrusting, he groaned, rolling his hips against the Engineer's mouth. The man bucked against him and Spy smiled at the struggle, thrusting forward more sharply. Engie sputtered and coughed as Spy gripped the back of his head firmly, thrusting one final time as he exploded in the Texan's mouth. Engie closed his eyes and swallowed the salty load to keep from gagging and choking, and Spy smiled fondly as he watched the man.

"Mmmm, that wasn't so bad was it, mon cher?"

He settled back onto Engie's stomach, leaning down to trace his tongue over the man's lips. Engie latched onto his tongue, biting roughly. Spy's eyes went wide and he resisted the urge to pull back, instead pressing himself into the Engineer's bite with a grunt. Lifting his still lit cigarette, he pressed it against the man's neck. Engie howled in pain and released the Spy, who sat up quickly, rubbing his bleeding tongue with his fingers. Engie grinned up at him, despite the pain in his neck, his mouth bloody.

"Checkmate."

Spy leaned forward, wrapping his hand quickly around Engie's throat, his face a sneer as he looked down at the man.

"Only when you play unfair, mon cher."

Reaching up, Spy begain loosening the Engineer's binds, eager to see what the man would do when he was free, and somewhat excited for it.

TODAY IS GOOD DAY \o/

today is a very good day indeed~!
Can't wait for the next one

God, you're so magnificent.

Just when I think this story can't get any hotter, just when I think one side's won or it's all going to come to some crazy machinations, the story goes left and hits that spot oooooh right there, holy shit this story is the best sex. GO ALL NIGHT LONG YOU SEXY BASTARD!

Hey Anonfags.

Tell me what to write next. This is almost finished. I'm open to suggestions as to what people want to see, and I'll do anything, except Scout. Sorry, Scootfags.

Love

Rarne

>>53
haha, poor scout. Personally, I'd love Spy/Sniper
definitely looking forward to the next entry

>>54

I believe there's enough Scout stuff out there without me contributing to the load. He's sort of the fandom bicycle anyway. I want to be more creative.

>>53
Not a big fan of Scout either. Personally, I'd like to see Soldier/Engineer or Sniper/Engineer. Hardly see enough of that. That and I'm a fag for Engie. Whatever you write, I'm sure it will be amazing.

>>56

Engie is some delicious man meat.

...

...

Sniper/Engie/Spy would be interesting, non?

Yeah, no more Scout. How about something with Heavy that doesn't involve Medic? I swear that is the only pairing you ever see with him, and there's potential for so much more.

Whatever you write will be great though, regardless of pairing, and I'll be there to read it :)

>>58

Oh man. I love you so much, seriously. I feel like Heavy/Medic is so uncreative. I'm working on a collab of Medic/Spy with a friend of mine... but it is no where NEAR finished. It's more epic than Gilgamesh.

>>57
Yes... that would be interesting.

>>59

Well beyond novel length, without even being finished. I swear to god, Rarne, people might think they want to read it, but it's seriously going to be a retarded time investment. :P ..It wasn't even Medic/Spy when we started. I still think the whole thing has a mind of its own.

Anyway, your Engie/Spy is awesome. Makes me wish I'd been a part of it, lewl. And I dig the nod to our epic, which no one but me will get. We're such fags. LOVE.

Sniper/engineer/spy would be amazing! Do that

Dear Rarne,

I gotta give the vote up for MedicSex. Soldier/Medic/Spy would be delicious WWII?

Love,
Anonfag

>>54
Seconding Spy/Sniper. I want rough, angry sex followed by begrudged cuddling.

>>53

I gotta say Soldier/Engineer or a nice threesome between Engineer, Sniper & Spah.

But I'm pretty sure I'll be damn happy with whatever you do, especially since it won't involve Scout.

Engie/Scout is always good.

>>64

thisthisthisthis

but seriously do anything v(._.)v

I want some... Sniper x spy... You know love hate blahblahblah... Well anything with the sniper would do, really.

Jesus, why hadn't I seen this update sooner?

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I say finish this story before writing other stuff.

I don't think I've ever, ever seen Engineer with the Medic. What if Engie goes to get his cigarette burn seen to after finishing with the Spy? Medic would see through any cover story he tries to sputter out, and then becomes interested in the concept of his teammate being sexually active.

Could always use more helmet party (Engie/Solly) though, too.

Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop EVER.

>>71

Medic seduces Engineer, and then he plays out the fantasy Spy has with the Medic? Making him jealous or something?

Heavy/Solly. Or Engie/Solly, cos Helmet Party is always fun.

Or, more Spy + anyone, cos I love your Spy.

I vote for Sniper x Engineer.
If you want a challenge, Soldier x Pyro.

>>75
*gasp* Yes, Sniper x Engie all the way.

>>71

Ooooooooh. I like this idea. What if Engie goes to get his burns treated... and both he and Spy end up in the infirmary at the same time? I would imagine that tongue is pretty painful. That would be very.. very interesting for Herr Doktor. I love you, Anon.

>>77
Right right?
I/we love you back Rarne.

>>71

I was thinking exactly this. You don't see enough Engie/Medic.

Omg please update~<3

>>80
STOP BUMPING THIS PLEASE AND GETTING MY HOPES UP YOU BASTARDS

But yeah, please update soon.

>>81 POT, MEET THE KETTLE.

But I hadn't read any of this until now.
So thank you, Anonpot.

And Rarne, if it takes an offer of illustrations for your fics to procure an update, I WILL MAN UP (as long as it's Engie. OH GOD you write him so perfectly.)

>>82

You lure me with illustrations?! Especially with how sexy your Engie is? My god. Do want.

Been busy this week, but I do plan to update this weekend, along with the sequel. DUN DUN DUN.

Engie/soldier is love. but anything is good!

while i'm thinking of it, bonus round: anybody / pyro

Why not some Pyro/Spy?

I have the patience of a small child.
And I keep thinking this is updated when it's bumped.
fffffffff

Part: UHH LOST COUNT

Engie grabbed the Spy by the throat as soon as his hands were free from the bed, though his left hand was still wrapped firmly with the belt. Spy used the opportunity to grab the extra leather, holding it firmly so Engie's free hand was pressed tightly into his back. Engie growled and tried to free his hand, but Spy held the leather tightly in his fist. Engie struggled a bit more, tightening his grip on Spy's throat as he did so.

"Let me go, now, an' I'll let you go."

"Non. I am rather enjoying this, mon cher."

"I ain't your cher, stop callin' me that."

Spy smiled, leaning forward to kiss the Engineer.

"You are whatever I tell you to be."

"Goddamnit!"

Engie used his leverage to buck Spy off, though Spy did not let go of the leather, holding it almost like a leash as it remained attached to Engie's wrist. When the man reached the end of the slack, it wrenched his arm and he howled in pain, stopping his struggle immediately and releasing Spy's neck as his hand went to his shoulder to massage it gingerly. Spy shook his head, clucking his tongue as he watched the display.

"That looks painful."

"'Course it's painful! You pulled it outta the socket! Goddamnit!"

Spy sighed, releasing the leather and standing up in one fluid movement from the bed.

"That would not 'ave been necessary if you 'ad simply cooperated, cher."

"Simply cooperated?! You come in here under the pretense of playin' a game of chess, an' then THIS happens! That ain't cooperation, an' I ain't goin' along with it!"

Spy smiled as he began dressing himself.

"As I seem to recall, you rather enjoyed yourself, /pardner/."

Engie stood up from the bed and took a swing at Spy, who lithe ducked out of the way.

"Oh cher, now is that any way to treat the man you love? You should be ashamed. You are supposed to be a gentleman."

"I don't fuckin' love you!"

Spy smiled, pulling on his shirt, his fingers sliding deftly over the buttons.

"Non. You love what I can do for you."

Engie muttered something and grabbed his overalls, throwing them on hastily and awkwardly as he avoided using his dislocated arm. Spy smiled as he watched the man, picking up his jacket and brushing it off carefully.

"Shall we play again tomorrow, monsieur?"

"No, I ain't playin' nothin' with you, goddamnit."

Clicking the lock on the door and opening it with a small gesture, Spy turned back to the Engineer.

"You will."

He left the room without another word, leaving the Engineer alone to rant at him as he pulled his clothing on, feeling entirely out of sorts and somewhat embarrassed for how easily the Spy had been able to hobble him. His immediate pride prevented him from seeking out medical attention right away, and he made several attempts to relocate his own shoulder before giving up entirely and sitting down on the bed. He didn't want to go see the German.

Kicking at the scattered pieces of the chess set, Engie finally got up from the bed and trudged to the infirmary, a sullen look on his face which deepened the closer he got to those giant double doors.

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So! The end is here! Will be posting the new arc with Engie x Medic in a new thread.

:'c Aww, it's done already?

I have a feeling Engie's gonna get all cut up or somthing when Medic comes along..

Oooooh this is gonna be good.

Can't wait to see what happens next!
Poor Engie just can't keep the boys off of him.

guh... i just want this one to keep going and going :[ please make it keep going..... D:

>>91 Um, you know there's a sequel, right?