1 . Name: Anonymous @ 2009-06-01 10:18

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Scout’s thin running shoes splashed through the water as he ran. He didn’t like moving through the sewers at all. They were so cramped and confined; he always feared that someone would block him off and trap him in. He’d been put in his positions by the Reds because he was so damn fast, but he hardly had anywhere to run when he was going through tunnels. All Scout could do was go forward, nervously pop his head around corners, and start charging through again. That was, of course, until he got to the wide pit that ran like a moat between the Red and Blu territories. Scout hated the moat even more.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of the deep water. On the contrary, he was an excellent swimmer, though he’d never been quite as good at that as he had been at track. Scout wasn’t even that afraid of being shot at. As long as he swam under the bridge, then the Blu sniper wouldn’t be able to spot him, and sounded relatively peaceful above him. No, what bothered Scout about the pit was the smell, the way the scent of death and decay just hung over and in the water. It forced its way up into his nose and then down his throat, scratching at him with thick claws. Absolutely disgusting.

Taking a deep breath from the other tunnel and trying his best not to breathe, which was an exercise in futility, Scout threw himself into the water and did his best to freestyle over to the other tunnel. The water was making his shirt and pants cling to his body and try to drag him under, and swimming with a bat and scattergun strapped to him was weighing him down further. Kicking with all his might, Scout pulled himself up into the Blu entrance and gasped, sputtering a bit. After clearing his lungs of that foul water, Scout trudged into the tunnel a little ways and happened upon the end destination of his trek.

Engineer was sitting on a little side platform, tweaking at one of the bolts on an apparently fresh sentry gun. He’d already set up the little red box that spit out handy supplies at regular intervals, the logistics of which Scout was sure he couldn’t understand. Oh, Engineer would explain it if asked, but Scout didn’t want to invite that headache. While Engineer was busy tinkering, which was what he usually occupied himself with, there was another Red teammate nearby. Spy was leaned up against the wall behind Engineer, casually enjoying his ever present cigarette. It was Spy who noticed Scout as he sloshed up to the other two.

“Ah, there you are, Scout. I was wondering when you would arrive.”

That was all. There was no smile, no wave, just a simple greeting. Scout didn’t really notice, though, having become used to Spy and his usual disconnection. He was much more concerned with twisting his shirt to the side, trying to wring out as much of the water as possible. Being out of the water had made him very cold as he stood and he began to shiver a bit. Scout began to rise up on his toes, alternating as he attempted to warm up his legs. Spy watched him for a moment, took a draw from his cigarette, and looked over at Engineer.

“He’s here, you know.”

“Yes I know. I’m not deaf, Spah.”

“So, uh, what did you two want me for?” Scout took off his hat, revealing his short buzz cut, and started to twist that, too. Everything he was wearing was soaked and his friends were making him stand there with nothing to do but shiver. Spy looked at him again, then back at Engineer as if waiting to see if the other man would reply. When he didn’t, Spy let out a lax sigh and rolled his eyes over to Scout, who was eyeing him with a bit of annoyance.

“As you can see, Engineer is attempting to set up a base here for us the next time we come through. We wanted you here as another pair of hands in case someone wanders down here.” From the look Spy was getting, he could tell Scout didn’t quite understand what his job was supposed to be. Spy drawled, “If you see Blus, we want you to shoot them.”

“But, Spy, can’t you two do that? I mean, I’m not really the best for this. Maybe I should get Demo or Heavy instea-“

“Scout, those two aren’t fast enough to stop someone from sounding an alarm. We tried to bring Sniper down here, but you know how he hates the sewers, thinking that there’s ‘crocs’ and whatnot waiting for him. Besides, Heavy and Demo have much more pressing duties than to come help old Engineer and me.” Spy took the wasted cigarette from his lips and dropped it to the ground, stamping it with his neat, shiny leather shoes. Almost immediately, he was flipping open a silver box to pull out another stick, lighting it with a smaller silver box. Once he’d reequipped himself, Spy continued. “And that’s why we asked you to come down here. Now, start looking out for Blus.”

Though he was about to protest, Scout found himself being shoved about by Spy, who was smiling slightly around that cigarette. After a few steps, the indignant Scout walked forward by himself, back into the ankle deep water. Spy stayed up on the dry area with Engineer, who had began messing with a new device, probably one of those teleporters Scout had seen him building in other places. Pulling out his scattergun, Scout trudged through the low water, still freezing. His teeth chattering against each other got to him, for he opened his mouth.

“I’m cold.”

“You’re wet. Of course you’re cold.” Spy wasn’t very sympathetic and Scout was unable to see the man’s smile get just a bit wider. He was watching Scout’s shaking back and legs, that almost imperceptible motion. Scout stamped around in the water, frustrated. It only made Spy a small dab happier.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about it?”

“Scout, stop complain’. I’m tryin’ to work here.” Engineer spoke up for the first time in awhile, looking over the sentry towards Scout. He quickly returned to his work, apparently not very interested in all actuality. Spy picked up where Engineer left off.

“If you are really so cold, then take off your shirt. It’s still dripping and thus is keeping you cold.” There was a pause in which Spy could read Scout’s mind perfectly. He knew what he was doing. “Scout, it’s just the three of us. We’ve all seen men without shirts. We’ve seen you without a shirt before. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed, Spy.” Scout put down his gun and started pulling at his shirt, which still clung to his body. It was messy and uncomfortable anyway, so Spy’s advice made sense, he supposed. Medic was always doting on them to dry their clothes out if they did happen to get so wet; he remembered something about hypothermia and the like in one of those rambling speeches. The shirt caught on Scout’s hat and knocked it off into the water.

Managing to fling the shirt behind him, Scout patted at his head and realized what he’d dropped. Finding the black cap just barely visible in the water in front of him, he bent to retrieve it. As his finger closed around the cotton, a sharp, sudden spike of ice went up Scout’s spine. A gloved hand was running up that column of bone, walking its fingers on each vertebra before sliding about his shoulder. Soon thereafter, a second hand moved sideways across Scout’s stomach, setting all of Scout’s flat abs on edge.

“S…Spy?” Scout whispered, feeling more of the man begin to find its way to him. Spy’s hips were against his; he was also leaning over. The masked face landed neatly on Scout’s other shoulder, brushing against Scout’s cheek and making it tingle. Scout began to shiver again, despite Spy being quite warm. Two of the covered fingers pulled at one of Scout’s nipples and drew out a sudden sort of gasp. Scout had no idea what was happening, but was reasonably certain that Spy wasn’t going to stop. He didn’t know if he even wanted him to stop.

“We should get the rest of these clothes off you. Don’t want you to catch a cold, Scout.” His low voice was a murmur, a shadow of what it normally was. It made Scout’s stomach sink further down that he believed his abdomen could go. Spy’s lips planted themselves against Scout’s cheek and then trailed down until he was capturing the boy’s mouth. Within moment, Scout was opening to him, letting Spy’s bitter, smoky tongue lap at him, explore him. After a few kisses, Spy felt Scout rumble with a moan. Acceptance.

With that cue, Spy’s hand moved lower, lower, over the sparse trails that marked straight down into Scout’s pants. He slipped deft fingers under the waistband, scratching the slight curve and making Scout push back into him, against Spy’s hardening warmth. Quickly, Spy pulled off his glove, casting it aside and setting to work with Scout’s pants. The button was pried apart easily, followed by the zipper, and soon Spy was pushing Scout’s pants down to the water below. Putting his hand into Scout’s underwear, he cupped the boy’s manhood and fumbled with it. Scout’s breath hitched.

“Do you like that, Scout?”

“Yes,” he was given a small squeeze around his constrained cock, “ah! Yes, Spy!”

Spy kissed Scout again, and then at his jaw, and then at his neck, all the while playing with him carefully. He was teasing him, never quite pulling the underwear off so he could get to real work. There was still something he was waiting for. Listening past Scout’s quiet, muffled noises, he could hear Engineer still working away. Then the sound of turning bolts slowed before finally stopping. Spy gave Scout a harder squeeze, causing him to give a restrained cry. Engineer was looking around, finding Spy missing.

“Spah? Dangit Spah, where did you-“ The hardhatted head poke around the corner and that heavy square jaw was dropped open. Looking over his shoulder, Spy thought Engineer’s goggles might even have fogged. Engineer sputtered for a moment, straightening out his hat and clambering onto his feet. “Spah! What in tarnation are you doin to Scout?!”

“I’m giving him a hand. Why? Would you like to join?” Spy felt Scout squirm in his grip. He’d realized that Engineer wasn’t working any more, that they had been ‘found out’, as if Spy hadn’t planned that. Turning around, Spy stood up and brought Scout up with him, keeping one arm across his chest while another stayed to keep toying with him. He was tickling Scout’s testicles, running his thumb against the side of his shaft, and nibbling at his ear gently. Engineer was taken aback, almost stumbling at being presented with Scout’s near nudity.

“Scout, you-, I-“ Just beneath his goggles, Engineer had started to blush, and that was the best Spy could have hoped for. After all, the gadgeteer was not the kind of person to aggress or take advantage, but he was more then willing to be coaxed into if someone else was doing the real work. Spy circled his fingers around Scout’s diamond-hard nipples, creating a smooth figure eight to catch Engineer’s eye. From the slight movements of the man’s head, Spy could tell he was following.

“Come on, mon amie. Scout doesn’t seem to be opposed, does he?” A finger went under the head of Scout’s penis, flicking under the glans, turning his blood into fire. Scout wriggled desperately, but not for escape, just for more feeling. Engineer began to nervously approach before reaching Scout and ducking his head down slightly, putting his lips to Scout’s chest and sucking on one of the pink nubs. Scout arched and moaned as Engineer’s thick tongue rolled the tip of his nipple about. His stubble was scratching at Scout’s skin.

Engineer’s hands fell out of his gloves to slip between Scout and Spy. Rough, worn fingers felt at the small but hard muscles of Scout’s shoulders and back. They went further, traveling under the back of Scout’s waistband to cup his tight, smooth cheeks. He felt them flex at his touch, Scout not sure which way to buck anymore. Spy was grinning, his lips together, not wanting to seem too pleased with himself. While Engineer moved on to dragging his tongue across Scout’s neck and jaw, Spy cleared his throat.

“Now that we’re all in this, we might as well get naked.”

That was all that needed to be said. Between Spy and Engineer, they managed to drag an agitated, flushed Scout back over to the sentry area. They pulled off his underwear to reveal his bright, angered member. As Spy leaned Scout back, kissing him deeply and giving him long, soft strokes, Engineer knelt behind Spy, removing the man’s jacket, waist coat, and the majority of his pants. Then it was Engineer’s turn to make out with Scout as Spy helped him out of his overalls and shirt. Soon all three were naked in a cluster of pink bodies and throbbing erections.

Quickly, it became a haze of heat and lust. Hands were touching anywhere and everywhere, mouths were meeting, and cocks bumped against each other, sending waves of lightning into their respective owners. Scout was being sandwiched between the other two men. One of them was holding his own thick phallus against Scout’s and running his hand over both and the other was pressing up into him rather urgently, grinding into Scout’s behind in a way he was increasingly enjoying. When two spit-slickened fingers slid into him forcefully, Scout gasped and groaned. They were working him open, scissoring together and apart, preparing him for something so much better, but he was being distracted by the other’s tongue pushing into his mouth.

The digits were removed and something thicker was pushing into him. Scout, unable to properly shout, moaned deeply into the face attached to his, the one that was hungrily seeking to devour him. Sitting back, he arrived all the way into someone’s lap; from the feel of a balaclava against his neck and cheek, Scout assumed it was Spy. Engineer broke away from him, panting to catch his breath, leaving Scout to writhe as Spy started slow, rhythmic thrusts up into him. It felt great, having Spy’s cock brush against that pebble of pleasure buried with him.

“Spah, that ain’t fair. I wanted to do that.” Engineer was grumbling, watching Spy and Scout going at it. He was touching himself to stay in the mood with his primary focus otherwise occupied. Spy was clearly doing his best to stay stoic; the patches of his face that were visible were reddened and sweaty. He sighed from exasperation and enjoyment, having just cause Scout to squeak in approval at a change of pace.

“Technically, Engy,” Spy watched Engineer’s face scrunch up in disapproval, “this was my idea, so I should have these kinds of rights. However, considering we are such good friends, I’m willing to share with you, so to speak.”

“Share how? And no Spah is a good friend of mine.”

“Just lay down. I’ll show you how this will work.” He waited until Engineer complied, though he was mumbling to himself. Once Engineer was on his back, hissing at the cold concrete, Spy slowed himself down and lifted Scout out of his lap. Scout was sweating, shaking, and, most of all, whining. His hands went down towards his groin and Spy batted them away. He couldn’t have Scout get impatient, not then. Awkwardly carrying Scout, he put him onto Engineer’s hips and waited for Engineer to take over. Suddenly Scout was filled again; rocking gently and making Engineer bite his lip.

“Now, Scout, lean back.” Spy pushed the boy’s shoulders carefully, guiding him into lying down, back flush to Engineer’s chest. The opportunity was seized as Engineer wrapped his arms up under Scout’s own and held him there, moving his hips in the strange position. Scout was trying to reach himself again, but could do little more than beg and moan, which he was doing profusely. Spy hummed in though to himself, idly stroking. He spit into his hand and brought wet fingers towards Scout’s pink, stretched whole and the veiny cock bent into it. “Let’s see if this will work, hm?”

Slowly, oh so slowly, Spy pressed a tentative finger against the strained entrance. He could feel Engineer’s heartbeat through his penis, but was much more interested in testing Scout’s capacity. One finger seemed easy enough, as the ring expanded for that little bit. Spy added a second finger and then a third, keeping them all as close to Engineer’s shaft was possible. Then, with measured motions, Spy brought the fingers together to a sort of point, mimicking the shape of what he was hopefully going to replace them with. Scout cried out as he was pulled open, but everything was holding up well enough. He was young and resilient, after all. After the test, Spy pulled out and shuffled forward on his knees.

Lifting Scout’s skinny thighs out of the way, he placed his cock’s head at the top of the circular opening. Breathing out, he pushed in, feeling Scout almost immediately tighten. Engineer started cooing into Scout’s ears, trying to reassure him that the second one wasn’t going to kill him, and Spy could feel Scout relaxing. The rest of the way was slow going, but he managed it, holding Scout by the soggy socks still plastered to his legs. Engineer spread his legs to allowed Spy to start thrusting, back and forth, in and out.

It was almost too much. Scout was so goddamn tight and hot and Spy could feel Engineer beneath him, their tools pressed up against each other. Engineer’s was twitching and pulsing in a steadily increasing beat, the motion getting easier as both he and Spy started to leak with precum. Spy started to increase his rate, thrusting harder and faster. He angled his hips as best he could, drilling against the hard lump of Scout’s prostate. Scout himself was a wreck, making constant incoherent noise punctuated by names. Spy wrapped his hand around Scout’s bouncing, needy member and started to stroke in fast staccato.

Scout began to wriggle and buck more than ever. From the way his voice was rising in pitch but losing volume as his breath left him, Spy knew he was close. That was great, because from Engineer’s almost pained expression and from the tightening in Spy’s own sack, he believed everyone else was nearing their limits as well. But it felt so good, to be inside Scout’s body, and even better to be sharing him with Engineer. Spy leaned over, still jacking Scout furiously and thrusting in a skin-slapping, ball-beating fever. He started to put kisses all down and around Scout’s neck.

The touch was too much. Spy felt Scout clamped down around both him and Engineer. His body became a perfect arc, up towards Spy and heaven. The sound from Scout was one long, beautiful scream of complete and total pleasure. And last, but not least, his cock burgeoned and burst, spitting rope after rope of hot stickiness that coated both their stomachs and covered Spy’s hand. Spy groaned deeply as Scout finally hit his orgasm, setting off his own.

He was thrusting like an animal, hardly aware of what he was doing. All he could feel was the come jetting from inside him. It was blasting deep into Scout, leaving Spy in a white hot blanket. Engineer was coming as well, beating him with heavy shudders as their semen mixed and each brush of their heads sent earth-shattering chills up their whole bodies. Both of Engineer’s hands were squeezing and twisting Scout’s sore nipples and Engineer himself was letting out his own moans of release. Spy’s nails were digging into Scout’s legs, not that either of them could tell as much.

The three collapsed into a heap, panting and moaning mostly, though Scout was sobbing, his face wet. He didn’t know why he was crying; he had just tasted ecstasy. Spy lay loosely on top of them, their stomachs starting to dry together. Engineer huffed, letting Scout’s arms go and worming his way out from the bottom to avoid being crushed. Naked, sticky, and exhausted, the three lay there together, feeling so absolutely complete.