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No. 3551
iPorn. I wrote a lot of this update on the bus, making sure there was no one peering over my shoulder.
The next lot might get written in college if things get boring.
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Pyro nodded in encouragement, gesturing towards the confused Sniper.
"Ok, it's you show me yours and I'll show you mine, right?" Sniper asked.
The gasmask bobbed up and down again eagerly as Pyro quickly unzipped his suit. He took it literally of course, he always took things literally. Thick rubber gloves still on, he shoved up his grubby red vest to show off a triangle of scarred skin framed by the suit's zip. It looked like some sort of foodstuff, Sniper tried to suppress the mental image in case it was a food he actually liked. Pyro stood back for a moment, candle and television shadows darkening the textures of his scars.
Biltong, that's what it looked like. Sniper shuddered.
It was his turn now, apparently. The maimed creature reached towards his shirt now, and Sniper had to bat him off. "Yeah, ok mate, I get it..."
It was best to play along with the Pyro's whims. Usually, he was harmless enough. Just childishly determined with adult strength to back it up. After making a quick check that no-one else had dropped into the lounge, Sniper gracelessly stripped off his shirt and vest.
Pyro liked scars. From his own experience, he was well aware that the affect of fire on people led to scars. But how did they get there, when did they go away, and did other people scar like he did? People here didn't bother to heal burns like that, they just took the faster method to a healed body. He was pleased to see that the Sniper had a few good old wounds at least, mostly just pale indents and thin lines standing out against his tanned skin.
"Hey, hey, whoa..." Sniper backed against the couch as Pyro reached for his belly. One big hand was tucked under his waist to hold his in place while the other bunch of rubbery fingers poked at his most recent scar.
"Hddn'mph srrn yurrs phphur," the Pyro explained.
It took Sniper a few seconds to work out what the guy had said, distracted as he was by the inquisitive groping. "Sure, but you've seen 'em now, and they can't be different from anyone else's."
There could be nothing further from the truth! Pyro knew that every injury left a different mark. Everyone's were different; the Soldier was known to exercise with his shirt off, showing several indented bullet scars; the Demoman had that missing eye; he'd even found a big whitish patch on Scout's knee before the kid had woken up and waved a bat at him. Engineer was the only person who seemed to tolerate Pyro's fascination, he was usually willing to reveal his rather unimpressive collection of small work-related marks. Eventually, Pyro would know exactly what everyone was hiding under their clothes, and surely at least one of them would have burns like he did. But for now, a fresh scar was fine too. He asked Sniper to just keep still for a bit, shoving him down on the cushions to make it more obvious.
Sniper had been pushing back playfully until then. The firm, gloved hand on his chest warmed him down to his groin and inspired an instant urge to spread his legs a bit, to get comfortably exposed. Oh god, this was the wrong time to get aroused. It wasn't like it didn't -hurt- as well, which made arousal feel even more out of place. He froze, muttering a particularly serious, "Ok, that's enough..." but the other mercenary wasn't listening. Pyro was absorbed in his 'study'. His gloves were still on since he wasn't interested in actually feeling skin, just pulling and pressing around the scar tissue to see the difference from healthy flesh. Sniper felt a little like he was being used without his opinion on the matter counting. He knew he should have been annoyed, and he was... but he was also embarrassingly turned on.
The process carried on unrelenting and the assassin's mind began to drift. Why worry about it, Pyro wasn't aware how he was feeling, right? And it wasn't like anything else would happen. He wasn't attracted to this creepy and almost pitiful man, but somehow attraction and even personality wasn't mattering after several long seconds. It was a familiar feeling, although he couldn't remember ever having experienced it at all.
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