[Author's Note: thanks to Khatiima for helping me to work out what colour Spyro is. Kiyi, cheer up, the chan loves you].
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The RED Soldier and the Scout had shared a wonderful night. A magical night of passion and bliss. The Scout had always hoped that he would lose his virginity to an experienced, erotic partner, but he hadn't expected the supple skill with which the Soldier had taken his cock. He wondered how best to invite an encore, how to subtly hint at the heights of ecstasy he had attained.

"So, Solly," the Scout said over the morning pancakes (or bacon, hard to tell when the Pyro was cooking). "Uh. Last night was fuckin' great. I had NO idea you could even do that. You wanna do it again? Tonight? Or, like, now?"

"WHAT are you talking about, maggot?" The Soldier glared suspiciously out from under his helmet.

"The SEX, man! Especially that thing where you, like, grabbed my cock with your-"

"WHAT is your major malfunction, private?!" The Soldier's face was instantly bright red, coordinating neatly with his uniform.

"You, uh, you never, ah, came to my room last night and like, uhh..." The Scout went red, too.

"I HAVE NOT ENGAGED IN FRATERNISATION OF ANY KIND." The force of the Soldier's rant nearly knocked the Scout over.

"Whoawhoawhoawait-" the Scout ducked. "So then who came to my room?"

The Soldier snorted, practically huffing steam out his nostrils. "SPYYYYYY!"

The French man had long ago learnt to screen out Soldier's ravings, and so responded with some startlement when addressed directly. "Oui, monsieur?" His face went from startled to supercilious in 0.6 seconds.

"MAGGOT WHY HAVE YOU BEEN IMPERSONATING ME FOR PURPOSES OF COUNTERINTELLIGENCE AND/OR FRATERNISATION WITH THIS SCRAWNY LITTLE MAGGOT?!"

"I have not been disguising as you; even if I had, I assure you that this would not be necessary to secure ze sexual favours of our obviously desperate Scout. A come-hither glance would surely have sufficed."

"WHAT'RE YOU SAYIN' FAG MAGNET?!" the Scout spluttered. "All I know is SOMEONE came to my room last night, beggin' for it! Of course I followed through!"

"Spyro!" the Spy shouted. "Spyro, you utter disgrace to ze balaclava!" The Spy, Scout and Soldier rounded on the team troll.

"Whuh-" the Spyro, just coming through the breakfast line, dropped his bacon (or possibly pancakes). "Jesus, do you have to yell? I am so fucking hung over."

"Spyro, you weird freaky freak weirdo! How come you came to my room and totally like sucked my dick with your ass?!"

"It wasn't meeee! It was the one-armed man!" Spyro was back on his game.

"TALK NORMAL FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU MUTANT MAGGOT!" The Soldier swung his shovel at Spyro's head.

"It wasn't me!" Spyro repeated from ankle-level. "I swear! Ask the Demoman! We were together all night drinking whatever that shit it is he brews in his shed!"

"How the fuck would he know?" the Scout demanded. "I bet he passed the fuck out and you were hanging off my cock and talking that dirty shit about wanting to see me in a frilly training bra within the hour!"

"Much as it pains me, I must agree with ze Scout," the Spy said, lighting his first cigarette of the day. "Ze Demoman is not a reliable witness, and you are ze only one ozzer than I who can disguise as another."

"Look," Spyro grabbed the Spy's cigarette and used it to light his own, poking the purloined smoke back into other man's mouth when he was done. "It's a great gag, an EPIC gag, but you can tell it wasn't me, because the Scout's shorts are NOT flying from the base flagpole this morning, and there are NO sprays of what must be our resident virgin's truly derptactular O-face." Spyro took a deep hit. "No follow-through, right? Amateur work, as far as pranks go. You want my opinion, it was probably the BLU Spy, I know that guy is all for delicious shota."

Muttering and suspicious, the team members went their separate ways. They were off their game that day, getting their asses kicked by the BLUs and mocked by the Announcer, to boot.

That night, though, the Scout hammered on the Spy's door. "Spook! Open up, Spook, I got somethin' to talk to ya about!"

"Oui?" The Spy asked calmly. He had been expecting this.

"So, like, I know it hadda be YOU, right? Cuz Solly is a homo-cidal maniac and Spyro only does whatever his retarded sense of humour says. And Engie says he'd KNOW if there had been a BLU breaking the cease-fire. So it hadda be you." The young man twisted his ball cap in his hands. "So that means YOU'RE the one who can deep-throat and then tickle my balls with his tongue. And I really, really fuckin' NEED that to happen again."

"Alors, mon petit, it was not I," the Spy took a drag on his cigarette. "However... you believe what you want, I would be willing to attempt to replicate ze experience."

"Whut?"

"Take off your pants, boy."

The Scout obeyed, and the Spy was instantly on his knees, trying every subtle trick he knew to pleasure the younger man. It was obvious that the Scout would be quick to orgasm as he seized the back of the Spy's balaclava and panted in shock. That was fine by the Spy... he had plans for the Scout's defenceless derriere once the boy had shot his load.

"Heyyy Spook, I know it hadda be you last night, so howzabout we cut the crap and you-" A duplicate Scout barged into the Spy's room. The Scout looked at the Scout. The Spy looked at the Scouts. The Scouts looked at the Spy. "... well, this is fucking awkward," Spyro said as he uncloaked.

Down the hall, the Soldier arranged his face into his best tragic, conflicted expression and knocked on the Engineer's door. "Engineer? Engineer, please, open up, I need to talk to someone." When the Engineer opened the door, the Soldier threw himself into the other man's arms. "Good god, man. Since the Scout's accusation today, I just, I can't..."

"There, there, Solly," the Engineer gave the Soldier an awkward hug and man-pat combo. Smiling into the Engineer's shoulder, the Soldier began to hump the Texan's thigh.

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