Response to request for Engineer/Spy in the TF2 Kink Meme #6 Thread. Enjoy.

Implied and explicit pairings: RED Spy/Engineer, RED Spy/BLU Spy, Engineer/BLUE Spy, Engineer/BLU Spy/RED Spy. I was going to make it simple, but I don’t think I can do simple…

(This can also be treated as a companion tale to On the Face of It (RED Heavy/RED Spy) http://www.tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/6829.html for those who read it, since we haven’t seen what others of the team have been getting up to. Takes place earlier than that fic, though.)

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BLU Spy had a crush on Engineer. That was the only way Spy could explain it.

Sure, they were fighting each other, but the pattern still fit. It was like seeing a boy express his like for a particular girl, by pulling her hair or making her cry. It would have been hilarious if it were Scout, or even Soldier, but it was a Spy like him, and that was just embarrassing.

Engineer looked shocked when Spy decided to tell him. Of course. Americans with their sensibilities.

‘ ’E lusts for you, monsieur,’ he said matter-of-factly, after taking a drag from his ever-present cigarette. The two were in Engineer’s workshop, the Frenchman leaning against a workbench, Engineer trying to fix a faulty dispenser and failing miserably, probably because he kept resetting the system every time he got uncomfortable. And this talk was making him very uncomfortable.

‘There’s no way, Spah. Jus’ no way.’

Spy looked amused.

‘You are so certain?’

‘Sappin’ sentries, backstabbin’ everyone, not jus’ me…’ Engineer winced. ‘Hell, that’s a Spah’s job .’

‘You think I, of all people, do not know that?’ Spy said, smirking. ‘-But ’e tries so very ’ard that ’e neglects the others. If you are there, even without your little machines, ’e ignores even a charged ’eavy and ’is good little docteur.’ He looked a little irritated. (‘What sort of Spy does not stab the Medic?’ he muttered to himself.)

‘What if we make a bet, ingénieur? Since I am bored, and you are so certain this is not true. You may ask one thing – anything, but just once –of me, later. If I am wrong.’

‘What sort of prize is that?’ Engineer grumbled, but he didn’t refuse. It was rare to hold a conversation with Spy nowadays, though they used to far more frequently. Truth be told, he’d enjoyed those talks…

‘Tomorrow I will ’elp you see the error of ’is ways,’ Spy continued. ‘-I know – oui, you need not tell me – that ’e always comes after you first. I will ’elp you erect ’ – He leered, and Engineer reset his dispenser with a muttered curse – ‘-your defences, and convince ’im to reveal his…inclination for your affections.’

‘There’s no way,’ Engineer repeated stolidly.

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The next day:

It wasn’t a bad idea, Engineer thought, but the fact that he agreed to it at all said something about his present frame of mind. Had it been so long that he’d accept the attentions of another man? What would his wife say? (Actually, that was a bad idea, thinking about that. She was far more liberal than him, and would probably encourage it…And then watch. Goddammit, he’d lost his train of thought.)

Soft voices gave him warning to crouch behind the crates where he was building a sentry. On the other side he could hear the condescending voice of a Spy, and the twang of a Texan drawl – his own.

‘There ain’t nothin’ to sap ‘round here, Spah. No reason fer you to be here yet.’

‘There’s you, mon ami.’

‘…Well, you ain’t stabbed me yet, so what you waitin’ for, son? An invitation?’

There was the sound of quick, sudden movement, and Engineer put his eye to a slit between crates. BLU Spy had emerged, and cornered his RED counterpart, who was managing to look more like a bewildered RED Engineer than Engineer felt comfortable with. BLU had his hand to RED’s neck, blade grazing the exposed skin lightly. BLU took a shuddering breath, and RED stared up at him from behind Engineer’s dark goggles, a slight smile curling his wide mouth. Engineer’s mouth.

Engineer felt himself getting hard.

‘I’m not invitin’. You better ask for permission.’ His voice grew husky, and even though he was the one being held at knifepoint, it was clear who was in control.

‘Nah, you’d like beggin’ fer it more, wouldn’ you, Spah?’

BLU Spy was looking conflicted, as though he’d wanted this, but never expected for it to actually happen. Engineer could understand that. No way, he’d said. No way. But really…

Unseen, he reached into his pants and let out his breath quietly, closing a calloused hand over his cock, which thickened under his touch.

This was all RED Spy’s fault.

Meanwhile, RED reached up and loosened the knot of BLU’s tie, tugging the material until it undid entirely. He then proceeded to blindfold the other Spy with it, which BLU surprisingly allowed him to do.

‘Ingénieur …’ he murmured, trailing off as ‘Engineer’ slid out from underneath him (with a playful grab at BLU’s crotch, which made him gasp) and stood up, brushing dust from his clothes. He turned to the crack through which Engineer had been spying on the pair, and, lifting a finger to his lips, beckoned Engineer over.

Mentally cursing himself for giving in so easily, Engineer hurriedly tucked himself back into his pants as best as he could, and stepped out into the open. The bulge in his trousers did not escape RED Spy’s attention, and the man gave one of those knowing smirks he was so good at.

‘Before I fuck you senseless,’ RED Spy said, looking straight at Engineer, who flushed and made an angry gesture at the spy, ‘-I want to hear why you’re lettin’ me do this. You’re a BLU, right? Funny thing for a BLU to want, if you get what I’m sayin’. Not that I won’t gladly oblige you, Spah.’

‘You…you know me best, monsieur.’

That made Engineer stop and think. What was he talking about?

He moved closer to BLU Spy (well, it wasn’t as if the man wasn’t expecting him to), tilting the man’s chin up as if trying to read the truth in his features.

BLU Spy looked up blindly, and it shook Engineer to see the smile on his face.

‘What I do on the battlefield, what you experience everyday…You know what I am capable of, more than anyone else.’

He was kissing him.

Why was he kissing him?

Why was he, RED Engineer, kissing him back?

A twisted sort of closeness between enemies?

…Something closer than between even allies.

His fingers brushed BLU’s lips, and the spy sucked on them with sordid enjoyment. Suddenly, Engineer’s inhibitions didn’t seem particularly strong, not with that tongue squeezing and rolling against him. The thought of what it could do to the rest of him was far too appealing. His hands fumbled to undo his belt, and he reached into his pants to untuck himself. Running a hand down the other man’s jaw, he guided BLU Spy to his hardened cock, and the Frenchman closed his mouth around it with a satisfied noise. He began sucking it with a skilled, practiced rhythm which in itself was as disturbing as it was arousing. His fingers dug into the balaclava as the spy rolled his tongue around the head of his cock, tastebuds grating against flesh as he lapped at the narrow slit.

RED Spy looked on with a slightly put-out expression. Engineer seemed to have totally forgotten he had an audience, focused only on the blue-suited man in front of him. He watched his teammate groan and lean into the enemy spy, before Engineer’s breathing got heavier and his non-gloved hand crumpled the material of a (very expensive) suit.

Totally unprofessional.

Loosening his belt (Engineer’s belt, he had to remind himself), RED Spy stepped up behind BLU and, grabbing his arms, bound them together behind the man’s back in a few smooth movements. How dare Engineer be the one to enjoy himself, when he, RED Spy, had set this all up; done all the work.

So much for that bet; he hated being right.

BLU Spy gagged and had to pull back a little, but RED kept a hand on his neck, looking only at Engineer. With a sharp gesture, he motioned for Engineer to take the other spy from behind. Engineer glared at him from behind his goggles, but even so, he still withdrew from the man and shifted position. BLU Spy struggled to keep upright, but as Engineer unfastened the other man’s pants and tugged them down to his knees, he made soft noises of appreciation, moaning as Engineer’s gloved hand closed around his cock.

RED Spy stepped aside delicately as Engineer grasped BLU’s hips and entered him, the ring of muscle offering only a token resistance. The saliva was enough of a lubricant, and BLU Spy was eager enough to be fucked, that Engineer had no trouble easing in and out of him, slow at first, but then pumping into him methodically, with ragged breaths. His thick glove rubbed up and down the man’s cock, and BLU’s voice became hoarser.

‘Bon…Très bon…’

‘Damn straight I know what you’re capable of,’ Engineer breathed. ‘It took me too damn long to fix mah sentry last time, an’ we got overrun. I copped hell from mah team for that one…’ He laughed, his breathing uneven. ‘-So you better not think I’ll be too forgivin’.’

‘Ah, s'il vous plait…I would not have it any other way, monsieur.’

RED Spy took that moment to moisten pre-cum over his own cock (which had hardened some time ago – a perfectly natural reaction in the circumstances, he told himself) and press himself against BLU Spy’s open mouth. BLU froze, tensing around Engineer who sucked in his breath sharply.

‘…What is this?’

’11 PhDs, an’ you think I can’t manage somethin’ simple like this?’ RED Spy laughed in Engineer’s voice. Engineer stared at him, and RED Spy gave him a mocking, two-fingered salute.

‘-I’m gonna take you utterly,’ he said, staring back at Engineer over BLU Spy’s body, ‘-cause right here, right now, you’re mine, boy.’

He pushed into BLU Spy’s mouth, and this time there was no resistance. That BLU bastard had some skill, he chuckled to himself, as he felt the hot, wet lips engulf him.

Engineer’s mind felt hazy. He couldn’t work out why he felt muddled and slightly confused, probably because he couldn’t concentrate on anything but fucking BLU Spy, who was jerking his hips roughly up against him. He thrust in and out of the man with more force than before, determined to get caught up in the heat of the moment and ignore the nagging feeling he’d missed something important.

BLU bucked and moaned underneath him, helping maintain that feverish rhythm, and RED Spy pressed the BLU’s face into his crotch with a smug look that occasionally faded to one tinged with lust and frustration.

‘Spah…you bastard,’ breathed Engineer, thrusting into the BLU spy while watching him suck off his counterpart unknowingly. His hand tightened around the enemy spy unconsciously, and BLU Spy bucked into his hand, coming with repeated spasms. His choked whimpers vibrated in his mouth full of cock, and RED groaned, immediately biting his lip. BLU Spy jerked back reflexively as his mouth filled with come, and the shivering heat of the flesh around his cock was enough to make Engineer lose control, slapping into BLU Spy with several final thrusts before blowing his load inside the other man.

RED Spy withdrew before the other two recovered, flicking his eyes over Engineer’s body before cloaking in an instant. He spared no such glance for his BLU counterpart.

Engineer looked down at the man in front of him, still bound and panting on the ground. Almost tenderly, he undid the belt locking BLU Spy’s arms into place.

‘…We better get to work.’

BLU Spy smiled into the dust.

‘Oui, monsieur.’