Cat beta'd this for me about a week ago and then I dithered for a bit about posting it because it's kinda weird and I'm really not very confident about my writing and...well, yes. But I like the concept enough to post it, so...enjoy? Maybe?

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Pyro settled onto the metal examination table in front of Medic without a sound. Of course, the man ever really spoke anyway, but from time to time he made muffled sounds with the intent of communication with his teammates. Not now, though. Now he scrambled onto the examination table accompanied only by the creak of the gurney's legs and the odd, stuttering squeak his suit made as it slid over the metal. He never talked during these little trysts. He hadn't even seemed surprised when Medic, instead of performing a physical, had backed him up against a wall in the infirmary and fondled him through his suit. Not so much as a gasp. Just those blank, reflective lenses staring back at Medic.

Sometimes Medic felt like they were judging him, but other times he thought the man might like it. He certainly never fought it, even as Medic coated his fingers in a generous quantity of petroleum jelly and began lovingly applying it between Pyro's legs. They never did anything without the suit on. Never, ever that. Without the suit, Pyro was nothing. Merely a man, and no doubt a filthy man, quite possibly of one of the lesser races. No, Pyro must have the suit on. With the suit he was an astonishing being, a god of fire and death that struck absolute mortal terror into the hearts of his enemies.

Today, like all the other days, Medic coated his fingers and delicately spread Pyro's legs a little wider. The man lay flat on his stomach, silent as the grave and obediently responsive to Medic's touch. He never seemed to get any pleasure out of what Medic did, but surely there must be something about it he enjoyed, for he kept coming back. The question had become almost an obsession for Medic over the weeks. He thought about it even now as his fingers slipped between Pyro's thighs, spreading the jelly over the already slick material of the suit. Surely the man couldn't feel much through the suit - Medic himself could barely make out any kind of anatomy under the thick layers that covered Pyro - so what could he possibly get out of it? Was Medic's pleasure alone enough to satisfy the silent man?

For a little while Medic had toyed with the idea that Pyro was retarded, or at least suffering from some mental defect, but in the end he'd discarded that idea. He'd seen the man on the battlefield. He was quick and clever and absolutely merciless. No, there was no mental defect there. Far from it. He was, in a word, exquisite. Just watching him on the battlefield had become enough to make Medic painfully hard, to the point where he'd been forced to distance himself from the Pyro during missions, lest he be unable to perform his duties.

Carefully, Medic unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the belt loops, traces of petroleum jelly smearing over the length of it. It would, as always, need to be cleaned later, but that was fine. Such a minor chore was worth it for this pleasure. The belt was neatly rolled up and set upon the small rolling tray placed next to the table for just that purpose. Next came the fly on his pants. His touch was exceedingly careful here for he was already hard and he would not allow himself the shallow pleasure of touching himself through his trousers. Steeling himself, he quickly hooked his thumbs under the waistline of his underwear and pulled down both underwear and trousers in one efficient motion. The friction of fabric against the skin of his cock sent a tiny wave of pleasure through his lower torso but he steadfastly ignored it.

Thus prepared, he carefully took his cock in hand and positioned himself over Pyro. Already the anticipation was making his breathing slightly ragged around the edges as he stared down at the prone form before him. He slid in slowly, cock pressing in between Pyro's rubber-clad legs until finally their hips met and he began to pull back once more. The slowness of his movements was almost agonizing and he savored that feeling. Self denial only made the reward that much more satisfying. The next thrust was a little faster though and the one after that faster still, until he was pounding himself into the smaller man...or at least the tight space between his legs.

In and out again, and again, and again. His cock squeaked against Pyro's lube-covered thighs with each thrust. It was almost the only sound in the room, save for the creaking of the table and Medic's own low, growling breaths. There was a glorious tension building in him, a herald of what was about to come, and he began to slow his pace once more as he felt it grow within him.

Pyro felt the change and this time he did something that he had never done before. He pulled away from Medic as he felt the man's pace slacken and rolled over. For a brief second Medic thought that the man had finally had enough and that he would be robbed of his pleasure, but Pyro was not trying to escape. No, not trying to escape at all. He spread his legs and carefully slid a hand between them, slathering his glove with petroleum jelly. Medic, astonished at this change in Pyro's behavior, could only kneel where he was and watch as his cock was gently enveloped by Pyro's gloved hand.

A shudder passed through Medic. He rocked his hips forward, eager for the touch. He was already so close and this...this was almost too much. Those hands - glorious, glorious hands - that brought fire and death and now they were touching him. For the first time Medic groaned aloud, his head rolling back in ecstasy. His red-gloved hands curled and clutched at his stomach, as though he might be able to grasp this pleasure that was so intense that it must surely be something real and physical.

Pyro's touch was hard and demanding. Medic found it impossible to resist. He let out a second moan as the tension peaked and then broke in a rush that was almost painful. He came and this time, instead of puddling on the metal surface of the examination table, it spattered over front of Pyro's gas mask. Medic's thighs were trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, so much so that he had to sit down on the examination table, lest he fall. He stared in dazed fascination as his semen rolled down the front of the gas mask in slow, sticky rivulets. A few droplets splattered onto the front of Pyro's suit, but he seemed quite oblivious to it all. Job completed, he drew back and quietly climbed off the table, the legs of his suit sliding against each other with a slick sound thanks to the lube that remained on them. Pyro nodded solemnly to Medic and made his way out of the infirmary, blithely unconcerned about the mess that covered him. What was there to be concerned about?
No one would dare ask, lest they actually get an answer.