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Another Friday night, another day off coming up. Engineer was tired, but not so much that he wouldn't get in a few celebratory beers for a job well done. Not too much, though. He had avoided drinking more than the occasional beer since the whole "incident" with Spy a few weeks ago, much less thinking about it.

Until recently, though, when he caught himself imagining it again. The idea of "making it up" to him. Awkard as it was, it was the only real memory he had of his past times with the man that weren't blackout drunk. Maybe he was just feeling especially licentious, maybe it was the fact he <i>knew</i> he found Spy attractive at times, but it was hard not to find himself drifting to everything that was <i>right</i> about that morning and...

God dammit, nevermind. He <i>was</i> horny.

Point being, he didn't want to be too tired, sore, or inebriated by the time they got a chance alone. The poker game in their unofficial "lounge" room had finally died down for the night, and everyone had left except for Engineer and Spy. The other merc was quiet for a while, idly adjusting at his guitar. With other things on his mind now, though, he couldn't care less whether the damn thing was tuned.

"So. Good game."

Look, give him a sec. He doesn't normally initiate stuff like this out of the blue.

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"Probably."

That table's never going to be completely clean. Despite best efforts, it's a poker table in the middle of a lounge for nine gross men and sometimes Miss Pauling. Still, sometimes basic hygiene is nice.

Engineer barks out a wheezy laugh at that remark, for all of Spy's attempted politeness. He brings a fist up to clear his own throat.

"Like I said last time. I don't remember if you were good or bad, but you didn't kill me," He says with a grin, using the same hand to slip his goggles off and sit them on his forehead. Can't make bedroom eyes without the eyes, okay.

"Hell, you push buttons anyway."

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Spy has standards. This meets... the bare minimum of them. But after this long living with eight other men, he's learned that this is the best he can ask for.

"Even more so when I've had a few shots of mezcal, apparently. I think I may have... what's it called? 'Eaten the worm'? There was a worm involved somewhere, I think."

He's getting off-topic. Spy shakes his head, leaning forward on a chair. His suit jacket is still draped over his shoulder, but his elbow's starting to lock up. Not that he'll show it.

"Anyway. Lessons were learned. Although I doubt I was bad."

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"You ate the worm?" Engineer's eyebrows raise. He blinks, and a wide grin spreads across his face. "Goddamn! Wish I remembered that."

Spy was right, though. Engineer needed to get back on topic himself. He unfolded his arms to lay them casually over his legs.

"Wouldn't've tried again if I thought you were.”

That'd be a better compliment if Engie could remember. He was relaxing a little, though, now that he had already brought it up. As stupid as it felt, he was getting bolder.

"... You still looked good in my shirt, though. I been, uh, thinking about it.”

Shit. Wait. Not as brave as he thought. His brow pinches, and he drops his head with a groan.

"... I usually got a crutch when I do this kind of thing. Dinner or a walk home or a nightcap or... somethin'. But, uh...” He looks up, somewhat sheepish. “That offer still good? 'Cause... I think I feel like makin' it up to you.”

Help him, man.

He’s better at being blunt. He smiles anyway and rubs the back of his neck.

“Seein’ as we skipped a week and all.”

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"Possibly. Get me drunk enough and no dare seems too extreme."

And then, the truth comes out. Spy's lip twitches up again. This - goddammit, this is kind of cute. Probably one of the best ways he's ever been propositioned. Spy clears his throat once Engie stops talking, pushing away from the chair and finally dropping that stupid jacket in front of him, his elbow stinging as it changes position after locking in for the past few minutes.

He ignores that and dares to step closer.

"Well. In a way, there could be a walk home. Granted, it'd only be about thirty feet, but I think it's the thought that counts. You don't have any other plans tonight?"

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Oh.

Oh, that actually worked.

Engineer blinks his surprise away for a second until Spy comes forward. Then, suddenly, he feels his shoulders relax and he straightens out. Hell, he didn't even realize how stiff he was.

This part, he can do.

"Nope. Not at all."

That's a lie. Technically, he had back-up plans, but only because he didn't think this would work.

"But I like the sound of that."

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The problem with a big ol' brain is that you think too much. But of all the things for Spy to not fight, this is a bit of an odd one, so he doesn't blame Engie for the confusion. It's entirely possible he's been thinking about this too.

Well, now that they're in agreement in buying these tickets to the bone zone, it's time to test the waters. Spy nods towards the hallway.

"Shall we continue this discussion in private?"

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It's true. He's just so dang smart. But he's also ready to cash in a ride on the bone zone, so he stands.

Jokingly, he turns and sticks his elbow out. His grin widens.

"I'm guessin' you don't need an arm, but my mama'd kill me from here if I didn't offer."

Mama Conagher didn't raise a boy with no manners! Be a gentleman and treat your fuckbuddy right!!

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Manners: the difference between a fuckbuddy and a one-night stand.

Spy smiles again, closing the distance to easily loop his arm with Engie's. Mostly as an excuse to press up against him just a little, standing shoulder to shoulder.

"Your mother is a wise woman. Lead the way."

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"She's a hell of a shot. I don't cross her."

Close is good. Engie likes close. He pulls Spy a little closer as he leads the way.

"Now, then. If we're stickin' with the whole 'walking home' thing... usually, one of three things happens. I say goodnight, I say goodnight 'n get a kiss for the road... or, the second one gets a little excitin' and I get dragged inside."

Engie's room was technically closer, but you know what? That sort of ruins the idea. They'll go the other way instead.

"Technically, though, we're skippin' the pretense."

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"Mm, there's a formula for this? How suave of you."

Don't think he doesn't notice the change in direction towards his room, though. He laughs quietly, letting Engie take the lead.

"True. But people have been saying chivalry is dead. There's no reason to prove them right."

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Whatever. They already did it in Engie's room anyway.

"I mean. I didn't do the math," Engie says with a chuckle. "Just observin' the constants. In my case, 'leastways. Is that more or less romantic?"

As for chivalry, Engineer gives a one-armed shrug.

"Hell, who said that?"

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"I'd wager it's about the same."

They're coming up on it: Spy's room. He has his smoking room, sure, but however off-limits that room is, this is a hundred times even more forbidden. His own personal sanctuary.

"Today's youth," he says, affecting his voice to sound particularly crotchety. "Not that they know anything about manners."

He slows to a stop outside of his door and begrudgingly unlinks himself from Engineer's arm.

"Well. Here we are."

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"Well," He starts lightly. "They don't, but they get laid more than I do. Guessin' they're doing something right."

As they come up to Spy's room, Engie is mildly surprised he got this far. He half-expected the other merc to steer him in the other direction by now. But it's fine, apparently, and Engineer flashes a lopsided smile as he hooks his thumbs to his belt.

"Here we are. I had a good time, walkin' you two minutes down a hall."

Okay, he's joking. They don't have to play out the whole metaphor.

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Well, it is only fair, after all. Besides, those random women he's occasionally picked up at the bar got to see this, why shouldn't someone he's actively known for years? Same situation, different context.

Spy holds up a finger and fishes keys from his pocket, unlocking his door and nodding towards it. "Would you like to come in?"

Okay, he's definitely teasing at this point, but if he can't have some fun with this, what's the point?

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Fair enough. But hah, Engineer picks up on the teasing, and opts to keep up with the game. He leans forward.

"I think I would."

There goes that low voice again.

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Spy nods, and then he then opens the door, letting Engie enter first.

It's clean. Somewhat dark, but a little tricked out. Curtains, a rug, there's a dedicated shelf on a bookshelf for colognes and such. He's managed to fit a nicer bed in here than what usually comes standard from HQ.

Not that he gives Engie much of a chance to appreciate it. As soon as he enters, Spy follows, locking the door behind him and taking hold of Engie's shoulders to push him against the wall and kiss him. Gentle, but assertive.

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Well. Engie was appreciating it. He opened his mouth to ask about the cologne until he felt his back hit the wall. The beginning of a sound, whatever he was going to say before, just barely comes out of him before Spy's mouth is on his.

"Hmhf--"

Who cares anymore, though. He's kissing back, just a little rougher than before, in turn grabbing fistfuls of Spy's suit jacket. He'll get it off, but not just yet.

"Heh. This is..." He manages to get between breaths. "... pretty much what I figured your room looked like."

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Between pushing closer as Engie grips his jacket to barely allowing himself to breathe, Spy manages to compose himself enough to pull away. As calm as he seemed before, there's no small amount of wanting behind his movements. Looks like Engie wasn't the only one thinking about this.

"Is that good or bad?"

He stays close, but just far enough that Engie can move if he wants.

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The sudden jump (figuratively and literally) doesn't go unnoticed. It's a relief in a way, knowing he's not the only one who had this on his mind, but it's also has Engie quietly pleased with himself. Knowing he could crack Spy's typically composed demeanor* alone was sending sparks to his groin.

*typically composed, when he's not snortlaughing over stabbing people

He tilts his head back against the wall, taking a second to get a breath. One corner of his lips quirk up, showing a toothy, lazy smile.

"Ain't either... just ain't surprised. Cologne collection especially. You really need a whole shelf?"

Mostly, it's all just typical Spy. Conceited, pompous - but damn if Engineer isn't going to try out that bed for himself.

First, though, he takes advantage of the fact Spy gives him a little room. FATAL MISTAKE.

He grabs Spy's arm, still gripping the jacket SHIRT in the other hand, and moves to push him against the adjacent wall. In between he moves forward, kissing the other merc harder this time, and now tries to pry the jacket off UNBUTTON HIS SHIRT.

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Sometimes you just get a really good backstab on someone and have to take a moment to laugh at their stupidity!! At least he doesn't yee-haw about it!!

Either way, he laughs. "Different scents for different occasions, of course. You think I wear the same cologne every day? Even I get bored sometimes."

But Engie takes him by surprise, so he can't fight back as he's pushed backward, hitting the wall with an audible grunt. Thankfully, he doesn't share a wall with anyone else on the team, so they can afford to be a little loud. He's more than fine with this new arrangement, humming his approval against Engie's lips as he helps to get his shirt off, tossing ot blindly towards the center of the room.

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Wow! Sometimes you gotta yeehaw when the enemy Demoman runs into your sentry 5 times in a row!! It's hilarious!!!!! God this ridiculous fucking conceited asshole he's going to bang him right here right now.

It takes some fudging between the two of them, but once they got the shirt off, Engineer's unoccupied hands go straight down Spy's back. He growls into the kiss as he pulls him closer. He even gets a little tongue in - just long enough to be obvious, but brief enough to tease as he pulls away again.

"You want an honest answer?"

Now that Spy was half-naked, Dell returns the favor - by slipping his one rubber glove off, revealing his artificial hand. Which, you know, is hardly a fair tradeoff, and his cheeky expression probably says as much.

"I can't tell the damn difference."

Look, they're all bad to him. Engineer's mouth moves down Spy's neck, pushing the mask up an inch or so for more skin to mark. He raked his teeth in occasionally, fully intent on driving the other man crazy, and drags his metal hand lightly down Spy's chest. He's no one-trick pony, naturally, but it made him feel like they were picking up where they left off.

And when it came to being loud - Engineer was mostly quiet in bed. But it was good to remember they didn't need to worry about nearby rooms. His own bedroom was near Demoman's (speaking of) and somebody probably heard a LOT of the last time.

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Okay, that is pretty funny. Yippie-ki-yay.

Generally, Spy wasn't the type to let everyone in a 5-mile radius know he was getting laid (who was he, Medic?), but sometimes things just happen. Thankfully, there's a 99.5% chance Demoman was passed out drunk and didn't hear a thing that night.

Spy laughs again, breathier this time, both at Engineer's honesty and his enthusiasm. The artificial hand feels a bit odd, he's not going to lie, but with everything else happening right now, it doesn't put him off. He tilts his head back, letting a small, pleased noise escape his throat amidst quiet hisses as Engie marks his way up his neck.

"I'm not surprised," he manages to say, idly sliding his hands down Engie's back.

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Also, Sniper keeps his van parked by Engie's side of the base. But he can, you know, move. Which he does anyway when Medic's getting laid.

"Uh-huh."

Yeah, buddy, he knows where you're going with this. But with Spy's hands on him, he doesn't complain. He thinks about pulling the mask up further, but opts not to test his luck and instead admires his own handiwork on his skin, like one of his machines.

There's an I built that somewhere here but I'm not doing it.

Following a low hum of approval, Engineer follows his own hands and drops himself down to crotch-level. Pants-level? Dick-level? Whatever. He's unbuttoning Spy's pants. Probably more unfair, since Engie's still, like, 99% clothed. He half-expects Spy to jump him again, though, so he'll take what he control get.

As if he'd complain either way.

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Finally, a perk of living in a van.

To Spy's credit, he doesn't elaborate. Who the fuck wants to talk about his cologne collection when the train's pulling into the bone zone?

He's contemplating feeling Engie up a little - he can't be the only one having fun here - but all of a sudden, he's gone, and Spy's hands move suddenly from Engie's back up to his shoulders as he drops.

He stares down, a little dumbfounded, and it's only as Engie fiddles with his pants that he realizes just how ridiculously horny he is right now. "At this rate," he says, trying and failing to keep his composure, "we won't even make it to the bed, cheri."

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Things you can do with a van: leave

"If you don't last that long, sure," Engie jokes as he gets the fly open, eying up at him. "Don't worry. I fully plan on bein' on that bed."

Metal fingers palm at his groin.

"'Less you wanna get there already."

ok he's being a shit at this point