Note: I started writing this back in October for Sue-Bob who requested SCOUT SEDUCING ENGINEER. Since then have been terribly distracted with rp type things. Pretendy fun time games & stuff 8U

Thank you to Anne Droid for the beta and helping me fucking finish this. I'm terribly excited you namefagged.

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Scout wanted a lot of things.

He wanted to eat hot dogs and french fries for breakfast. He wanted enough Tony Conigliaro rookie cards to paper his bedroom. And maybe a dog. Scout knew there were ways to get what you wanted when you probably didn't deserve it. His whole life was revolved around this, wrestling and grabbing. Ducking and jumping. Stomping and spitting. Shoving and pushing. He would not, could not, wait for things to come to him. Being the youngest of so many siblings didn't teach him patience, diligence, or any other virtues. Scout became clever, if not a little sneaky. When sneaky didn't work, he always fell back on a very simple rule-- if you want it, take it, run and hope the other guy isn't as fast as you.

So the transition from seven brothers, who made it clear that they were the only ones to torment Scout, to eight teammates who only sometimes fell under the vague label of "team" wasn't difficult. The guys here were tougher than his brothers, if only by a smidge. That had Scout adjusting things. It brought him out of the minors of family to the Big Leagues of Bigger Men. He had to work for it if didn't want to be the runt anymore. Want it, take it, scrap for it, sometimes win it, sometimes end up knocked out. Those were odds he could live with. He got hurt and hurt people back. It wasn't half bad.

There was only one person in the RED base that didn't put up a fight and that sucked. C'mon, man, the fight is the best part of it. The problem was that the Engineer was just so easy. That was actually what made Scout grind his teeth at night. There wasn't anything Scout could do to Engie that would cause the Texan to do something back in return. Scout could walk right up to him and deliver a few quick little punches to the Engineer's arm and he'd barely flinch. He once tripped the guy during a battle and he just got right back up. He pulled that on the Sniper once and Scout couldn't remember much after that; he was knocked out cold for at least fifteen minutes. But Engineer, he didn't do nothing. Nothing but a laugh or a smile as he'd shoo Scout away.

It started out as a challenge-- hell, a game! Scout wanted Engie to react. He wanted Engie to tackle him and yell at him and-- He just wanted Engie to pay attention to him.

So, Scout started out small then worked his way up like a speed bag. He knocked Engie's hat off his head. Flicked his earlobes. Scout wrecked havoc in Engineer's workspace-- stood on a dispenser and broke it, crumpled blueprints, and sang loudly. Certain songs seemed to get a rise out of him. Scout sang "HOW MUCH IS THAT DOGGY IN THE WINDOW-- ARF ARF! THE ONE WITH THE WAGGLY TAAAAIL" and that started to get a frown out of the Engineer. Whoa. That was something.

Then, he moved on to the more complicated stuff: Scout took to stealing little things, an old, reliable bad habit. Slide rules and screw drivers went missing from the workshop. At dinner, Scout shoved him hard and plucked a roll from Engie's plate in front of everyone and the older man just sighed and continued eating. Everyone stopped and stared but then stopped caring once fisticuffs weren't imminent.

Despite how much Scout picked on him, Engineer treated Scout the same. Engie was so goddamn nice to him, Scout even started to feel a little bad. This was the guy that put a dispenser up whenever Scout demanded one. This was the guy who never told him to shut up, glued his shoes back together for him, shit, this was the guy who build some stupidass wooden cows for Scout the year he joined up.

It's not that Scout felt he didn't deserve this nice treatment. Hell no, of course Scout felt he deserved it, he's awesome. It was just, in Scout's twisted version of how the world works, he felt that love was connected to blunt force trauma.

He wanted to make the Engie feel good. The added bonus of getting the older man wanting to fuck him wasn't a bad one. Scout felt like he was a pretty big deal around here. Everyone else here had to be just as hard up for sex as he was-- And Scout knew he was young, thin, and pretty much the best looking guy here. If you're used to fucking chicks and then you gotta fuck something that isn't, you might as well fuck the hottest guy around, right?

Nothing he tried worked. He started to think maybe he should just blurt out, "Do you wanna fuck?" Or maybe a more subtle approach: walking into the workshop naked.

Nah.

It even got so bad that Scout had to get fucking Spy involved in this shit. That Frog-leg-eatin'-son-of-a-bitch had so many little tricks, he could afford to share a few, right?. Scout all but broke into Spy's room and asked him straight out- "How would you irritate the ever-loving shit out of Engie short of backstabbin' or sappin'?"

Spy sat on his bed and continued to read as if Scout hadn't even approached him. He waited until Scout was practically vibrating with frustration before he slowly put the book down. Spy balanced his cigarette between his lips and glared. The cigarette bounced as he spoke, "Steal his guitar? Or you could tie him up, drag him to the basement and drill a hole into his head, because if you're after what I think you're after, that would be the only way--"

"What the fuck, do I look like Sniper to you? Man, you're fucking weird. Go back to reading 'bout mimes or whatever you French fucks read." But damn if it wasn't a good idea. The guitar part. Kidnapping would be plan B.

After breakfast, Scout couldn't help but notice Engineer getting straight to work on servicing the oven. If he was in the kitchen, then who was in his workshop? Not Engineer, that's for sure. Scout remained a fucking genius.

It took a total of five minutes for Scout to consider maybe he wasn't on par with fucking Einstein. He had enough time to grab Engie's guitar by the neck and rest it on his shoulder. But that was also enough time for Engie to go to his workshop-- the place where his tools lived. He came back looking for a certain item, wiping his hands on a rag and instead found Scout making off with his guitar.

"Boy, didn't anyone teach you not to steal?"

Scout shrugged, the guitar bobbed. "I wasn't stealing, I was borrowing."

Engie pulled his goggles up onto his forehead, "Well, all right, Boy, didn't anyone teach you the difference?" He squinted his eyes in what could have been a John Wayne impersonation. It was the kind of look he had when he was working.

Scout just stared.

"Right and wrong, boy, there's rules and regulations and the world don't work the way you seem to think." The Engineer's voice was ever so slightly raised.

Fucking perfect, Scout though. "The line between right and wrong is a little blurry, Hardhat." He even illustrated this by wobbling his hand side to side in something like wave. His toothy little grin was a taunt on it's own.

"You need a belt to your backside," Engie walked towards Scout and sighed deeply. He gently reached for the guitar. Despite his earlier intentions, Scout's grip slackened and allowed the instrument to be taken from him.

"You don't wear 'em on your backside, pal. You wear 'em around your waist."

Engineer's voice was quiet, it didn't bounce around the room the way Scout's did. Something mean and low, harsh and hateful. "You know what I meant."

Scout smiled and touched the tip of his tongue to an incisor. "By the time I was old enough to be causing trouble, my mom didn't give a shit. She didn't have time to threaten me, let alone smack me around."

Engie figured as much, but he still had to ask, had to clarify, "You ain't never had a hand taken to to yer backside?"

Scout could barely hear Engie over the sound of blood rushing and angels singing and rockets exploding. For a moment, Scout couldn't think straight and there was no snappy comeback. Suddenly, the Engineer was already working with what he was given; Scout has never seen this man move so fast-- Engie was always slow and steady. He was the turtle to Scout's hare. Engineer grabbed Scout's wrist and flung him over his knees as kicked himself back onto a stool. Caught off guard so suddenly, Scout has no room to protest. He couldn't work himself up to fight Engie and get away, outside of a bit of weak squirming. Sure, he knew what was going to happen next and why shouldn't it happen next?

Engineer's voice was low and unwavering as he told Scout, "Gimme your belt an' bring your pants down a lil'." He removed his glove while he waited for Scout to do as he was told.

Scout's face was dark with defiance and a little something else. The young man leaned and twisted, unbuckling his belt while still laying across Engie's lap. Engineer went from helping to taking over completely, yanking the leather from the loops. Vvvvvwhip! Scout unbuttoned his pants and Engie yanked them down, exposing the pale skin of his ass. Engie folded the belt over and mumbled to himself. "No, I reckon that'd be too much for the first time. I'll just use my hand." With that announcement, Engie did just as he said he would. He delivered a swift smack to Scout's behind.

"Ow! Hey!" Scout wiggled and flailed and it was entirely too weak to be real. To be honest, iIt wasn't bad. It was a little harder than he thought it would be. Engie hit him again and this time the sting felt good. Where he couldn't see the outline of Engineer's hand, he could feel it. The sound of it was inexplicably pleasing, skin on skin. It was like any other time he'd been in a fight and that first hit gets you ready for the rest. Scout flexed his ass muscles (Engie probably knew what they were called) and cried out again, "Hey! That's a little rough, don't you think?"

Engie's eye twitched; maybe he felt a little bad about this. He slowly continued to spank Scout either way. It was almost as if he wasn't trying to teach Scout a lesson. Like his heart wasn't in it, like maybe he was thinking of something else. Scout could hear it just fine, but he couldn't feel it like he did a moment before. Engineer was faking it, cupping his hand as he smacked the skin.

Scout arched his back and stuck his ass up in the air. "Okay, now that's not hard enough."

Engie was confused at first, "Not hard enough? Boy, don't sass me." To prove a point, he gave Scout a few sound smacks and stopped at that, leaving the sensation to linger on Scout's skin.

In the sudden absence, Scout cried out, a sound that started out like pain and ended with longing. Then there was silence and Scout wasn't having any of that. "You didn't hurt me." He murmured to regain some pride.

More silence. Scout turned his head and Engie was looking down at the marks his hand made. He gently traced his finger around the spots. It was like poking a bruise or a static shock. It hurt but it hurt good. "Really, I like it." And so Scout thought fuck it. He squirmed up Engie's body and pressed the hardness in his pants against the other man's leg. "Like, really like it, man. Ya feel that, Engineer?"

Engineer was again caught in a loop, his eyes squinted as he considered his options. There weren't very many. He gnawed on his lip and managed to growl, "Dangit, boy."

Scout was just grinning, knowing he had gotten what he wanted. Though apparently what he wanted turned out to be grinning and humping the Engineer's leg, but those kinds of details didn't matter anymore. Engie was pulling at him, "Turn over, boy." Scout tried to appear calm and cool, tried not to fall off Engie's lap. All the while he was kicking his leg like a dog getting his ear scratched, wiggling out of his pants. Engineer's wide palms kept him from toppling onto the floor, big hands lending him a bit of grace. Pocket change and dogtags jingled, Scout panted by the time his shoulders hit the Engineer's knees. He lay there, uncomfortably sprawled over the other man's lap, exposed from the waist down, and the silence was suddenly so loud.

Engineer pulled him by the back of his shirt and Scout kicked his legs back to sit up. The Engineer then put a hand on Scout's back. Scout thought maybe it was part of a distraction, the way he heard magicians actually pull that shit off. Because as he rested back against that hand, the hand that had been spanking him was suddenly wrapped around his cock. Engineer gave him a few solid pulls which made Scout curl up against the Engineer's shoulder. Scout's hands shot out and gripped the straps of Engineer's overalls, pulling himself up and no longer relying on the hand against his back. He shoved his face into the other man's neck and shuddered. "F-fuckin' finally."

That must have peeved Engineer a bit (how easy that was to do now!) because he grunted, his expression darkening. His hand replied as well, stroking Scout relentlessly. He looked down at Scout and it brought the kid a weird sort of calmness. usually his eyes were hidden by the goggles. Scout thought he was very well losing his mind. It felt good but it was almost too much. He felt so dumb, clinging to those overall straps mumbling, "Wait wait wait I can't I can't."

But he did.

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Engineer held Scout across his lap, all coiled up muscle and unsteady little movements between his hands. He didn't know why he was doing this. The kid wanted it. Somewhere in there, he wanted it and he gave into it. He kept telling himself he was going to stop it. He'd been telling himself that every day since he realized what Scout was up to. Engineer remembered pulling little girls' pigtails when he had a dumb crush and that was exactly what Scout had been doing to him. He contemplated all these things when he really ought to have been watching Scout's face. The blank look of lust, the mumbling warnings and then the look of adoration that came when Scout came.

Engineer stopped and got some mental distance from the suddenly uncomfortable situation, leaning back for a rag to wipe his hand off. He felt foolish, a moment of clarity that told him he ought not have done that. He all but shoved Scout off his lap. "Go on, git out of here."

Scout was quick enough, even when caught off guard, to not fall on his ass. The look of betrayal made Engineer feel sick to his stomach. To avoid the gaze, Engie flipped his goggles back down over his eyes. Scout left the room in a huff, muttering under his breath and kicking the door.

Engineer's rational thinking kept bringing him back to this: Scout got what he wanted. That somehow made everything okay.