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No. 926
[Part 2]
[for emzy and rei²]
The engineer felt his sense of humour went unappreciated.
He knew others viewed him as an amicable and kind-hearted fellow, an industrious man, perhaps even a man of passion [not in -that- way; though it was true as well, albeit a lesser known fact].
However, he didn't believe anyone thought of him as playful.
Truth be told, he loved to play. With all manner of gadgets and toys.
Idly, he fingered the remote control nestled safely in the front pocket of his coveralls. He flicked a few random switches with a thumbnail, then went back to upgrading his teleporter exit. He hummed cheerfully to himself as he worked, tickled by the knowledge that he was causing great mischief on the battlefield. In more ways than one.
He made his rounds, restocking sentries with shells, tinkering with a dispenser once in awhile. He twirled his shotgun around one large, calloused finger and whistled to himself as he strolled around the dusty battlefield, absently toying with the remote control with his free hand. It was a good day.
He wandered back to his fortifications, pulling another small gadget from his pocket before hunkering down on a dispenser to examine it closely. He didn't build this one, but he appreciated it nonetheless: it was a standard issue hand-held battle display.
He smiled to himself as he scanned the screen; BLU damage was racking up at a shocking speed, there were very few RED fatalities.
At the top of the RED roster was the spy, holding three or more dominations on every single member of BLU. Engineer felt a swelling of pride in his chest, then scrambled the dials on the remote.
Something curious onscreen caught his eye, and he ran his eyes over the roster again. The engineer frowned. There was one single death accredited to the spy; a world kill, not even a death at the hands of BLU. For the life of him, the engineer couldn't puzzle out how that could be, they were in the middle of the badlands for chrissakes.
Then, with a bright laugh, it came to him. That man truly was a wily son-of-a-bitch; he'd tested the toy's respawn value on the off-chance that the engineer hadn't thought of everything. The spy must be truly desperate by now and the engineer allowed himself a little woolgathering, picturing the spy frantically trying to free himself from his constraints, jerking off to no avail, desperately trying anything he could to slake his lust. It was a satisfying mental image.
The engineer mashed a few buttons, gleefully watching three more dominations pop up on the battle display. He had to hand it to the spy; channeling lust into rage was quite the clever trick. It was admirable how the man held fast to duty. He put the display back in his pocket and hopped off the dispenser, aiming to check the sentries' shell levels again.
The pyro came by on his rounds just then, jogging by the engineer's post, bathing him and his equipment in a few cursory blasts from his flamethrower before lifting one huge rubberized paw in salutations. The engineer grinned, flashing the pyro two thumbs up before the masked man continued on his way.
He appreciated the gesture, he really did, but he wasn't particularly worried about BLUs anymore. They were far, far too busy to bother him and his gadgets. But the engineer knew he'd be a fool to let down his guard completely, so he kept one eye on his scrap of battlefield.
The other, well, he was still playing with the remote; turning the dials excruciatingly slowly just for a change of pace.
A quick motion made the engineer look up; the scout jogged out of the underground fortifications to join the pyro, a small snippet of conversation drifting up to the engineer.
“Hrf hmmmn hrn?”
“Naw man, I heard he stabbed their scout so hard he broke his knife in their spine. Aw jeez, that gives me a chill. Brrrrr.”
The engineer covered the huge smile on his face with his gloved hand, just in case.
The engineer packed up early, carefully cleaning his equipment before tucking it away in his toolbox.
He left one sentry standing; more out of force of habit than actual concern.
Although BLU would usually try one last push with five minutes remaining, the engineer figured by now none of 'em were even braving opening the respawn doors. They wouldn't try anything funny. Besides, he had important things to do back at the base.
The engineer returned to his room, prepared a few things, then fell to tinkering around with various doohickeys to pass the time.
He didn't have to wait very long at all.
The door to his room burst open, one gloved hand slamming it against the wall in a flurry of cigarette ash.
The engineer ran his eyes over the spy, taking in the blood-spattered shoes, the faintly visible tremble in the man's thighs, the huge erection straining against the front of his pants. He felt an appreciative stirring in his own member at the sight, then stood up from his desk, raising his eyes to meet the spy's burning gaze.
The look on the man's face terrified him; a shock of fear knifed across his stomach and the engineer unwittingly took a step back.
The spy shed his coat in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor in a bloodstained heap. His eyes were locked on the engineer, unwavering as he closed the door behind him and threw the latch. Hands shaking ever so slightly, the spy brought the rest of the cigarette to his mouth and sucked it down to the filter with one long drag, flicking the butt across the floor with a long, gloved finger.
“That was my favorite knife.”
The engineer held up his hands in a placating gesture and took another step back.
Lightning fast, the spy closed the distance between them and struck him hard across the face. Before the engineer had a chance to react to the first hit, he was thrown off-balance with another swift blow to the stomach. It was all the opportunity the spy needed. As the engineer staggered, winded, the spy grabbed him by the back of his shirt and savagely flung him onto the bed.
In a flash, the spy's weight held him fast to the mattress, wrenching the engineer's right arm up behind his back.
The engineer could feel the point of a knife digging into the base of his neck, and he could feel the other man's erection digging into the back of his thigh.
Another sharp stab of trepidation flitted through his gut.
The knifepoint at the back of his neck was replaced with the strong, solid bar of a forearm while the spy used his free hand to expertly cut the overalls, and then the underwear, off the engineer, flinging the scraps away.
The engineer struggled wildly, but it was futile. The knife was replaced against his neck with a hiss, and his legs were roughly kneed apart. One wet finger probed briefly at his hole, then he was mercilessly penetrated without any further preparation.
He howled through a mouthful of mattress as he was held down and fucked. He thrashed, desperately trying to pull away from the thick, pounding cock inside him, the steely fingers digging into his hip.
The spy fucked him artlessly in frantic, urgent thrusts, desperately seeking the release that wouldn't come. He strained against the engineer, pushing into his hot, clutching ass with everything he had, frustrated sounds falling unbidden from his mouth.
With a start, the engineer realized he still had the remote. Biting his lip in concentration, he worked his free hand under his body and snagged the tab from a crumpled pocket. Protectively, he pressed it to his chest for a heartbeat, then hit every button he could.
The spy howled through clenched teeth and the frantic pounding dissolving into erratic thrusts and the engineer bucked back against the spy's cock helplessly. The man was galvanized, moaning and sobbing, his hips flexing in fits and starts against the engineer before pushing up into the tight hole with a renewed frenzy.
The engineer could feel the spy shuddering, clutching at his waist, long legs trembling against his own. It was too much. With a loud moan, the engineer came everywhere, spasming, clenching down on the cock inside him, humping the mattress below him. He writhed, overstimulated, shaking uncontrollably as the spy continued to ride him hard, pushing deep up in him over and over again, heedless of his desperate pleading.
The spy arched up inside him, wrenching the engineer's arm painfully. He pressed himself against the engineer's back to hiss in his ear, the razor sharp blade at the man's square jaw punctuating the spy's words.
“Mon dieu, libérez-moi!”
The engineer closed his eyes and thumbed the lock release. A small click, a howl of relief, and the spy reached between his legs and flung the mess of cords away from his body with another ecstatic cry
Frantically, he gripped the engineer's hips hard enough to leave bruises, and with a few short thrusts, came with an unparalleled intensity; moaning, gasping for breath, trembling uncontrollably. He pushed in as hard as he could, his orgasm racking his body again and again, finally tapering off just before the point of unbearability.
Then it was over, and he collapsed on the engineer, a boneless, dead weight on top of him; the knife clattering to the floor, falling from a slackened grip.
After a few moments to catch his breath, the spy slid out of the engineer and fell back onto the bed, his long body still twitching with orgasmic aftershocks. He threw one arm across his eyes, still gasping and panting.
The engineer sat up, briefly swiping at the cooled mess on his stomach and thighs. His ass was aching, albeit not unpleasantly- it was the ache of a good fuck, not a raw fuck. He had thought of everything. He always did.
He examined the man carefully for a moment, then rolled the spy onto his stomach with one hand; the man offered no resistance.
He wasn't resiting now, no.
But he would.
With a small sound of discomfort, the engineer leaned forward and picked the coil of yellow extension cord off the floor. He smiled.
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