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You're a new internal worker at Teufort, a lot like Ms. Pauling just a paper pusher but you got lost between all the weaponry vans and crates, only to be caught in a horrific storm.
Just like a horror movie, a bright flash of lightning blinded you before the roaring thunder made you stumble as the vibrations ran through you. A figure caught your eye. Red suit.
Oh good, you didn't wander into enemy territory!
As you heard the sound of muffled and hissing breath, you realized it was them.
Pyro.
You had heard about the madman Pyro from The Administrator and the water cooler gossip. The Pyro had no name, no records, and not even a shred of humanity if the rumors of the battlefield were to be believed. Fortunately, the torrential rain made your barely-rational mind assume The Pyro couldn't hurt you in this rain, but little did you expect for them to approach you. They were your height, and it really was difficult to tell anything from how they were built. Hell, there was talk that The Pyro was a woman, since The Scout had found a purse in their locker.
You couldn't see through the eyepieces even if you tried with how dark the atmosphere. They suddenly grabbed your wrist, which made your heartrate quicken. Were they mad at you? Guiding you to safety? Either way, you were dragged with your soaked briefcase to a more covered area, as a sheet of metal had slid off of a supply unit. You couldn't tell what The Pyro was thinking, but at least they seemed to do a nice thing?
"Uh, thank you." You managed to force out though the awkwardness. The Pyro pointed to you and motioned their hand above their head, ducking slightly as their other hand mimed grasping a handle on their chest. It took you a minute to figure out what was being said, but eventually you guessed. "Umbrella?"
Pyro nodded, they shrugged their shoulders and looked around as if they were searching for something.
"Oh I didn't bring an umbrella, I got caught in the flash storm." You admitted. Hey, they asked about something to help you though, so them being completely detached from reality was obviously false. They waggled their pointer finger between you and themselves, a sign of togetherness in such luck. "Ah, you too, huh? Why are you out here?"
The Pyro tried speaking to you, but all you coud hear was muffled words... God, you really couldn't understand them. You waited for a beat in the explanation to interject with a sheepish "I'm sorry, I can't really understand you- like, at all. Do you mind taking off the mask?" Hands flew up to pull the mask down even more snug, a defiant refusal, but they still complied with playing a game of muffled charades mixed with what you assumed was sign language. (Not that you would know anyway, all you knew was the sign for 'yes' and 'no').
Maybe The Pyro had a speech impediment? That was too rude to suddenly ask, so you held your tongue.
From what you caught, The Pyro had been outside when they got lost with no idea how they had gotten there. Pyro knew that they were supposed to be in their room in the RED base, so off they trekked until they could find an entrance.
You couldn't help a little laugh, Pyro dramatically folded their arms in an overacted sense of offense.
"No no! I don't mean anything by it, it's just funny that we're both a little turned around!"
When another loud thunder boomed, you couldn't help but notice how quickly Pyro looked for the noise. As good as they were at charades, you could tell the jolt was genuine. "Do you want to go inside the supply unit? it'll be more dry and less windy." You offered. "I'm assuming you can pull open a locked door, right?"
They nodded, a crowbar near-materializing out of nowhere you could see.
You two walked to the steps of the unit, the faded and rusted red paint told you two that you both were in no danger, as no one from the BLU team would be stupid enough to skulk around in this weather. Pyro nudged you away gently, a rubber hand softly pressed against your entire stomach effortlessly. Wow, you never noticed how large their hands were.
The feat of strength was industry standard for being a mercenary, yet you still could not help but be impressed as The Pyro pulled the metal locks off as if they were paper. You supposed it was because Pyro was far more versed in physical combat than you ever would want to be.
Pyro walked inside, only to turn around and offer you their hand with a muffled inflection that you could obviously tell was a "you coming?"
You stepped into the echoing unit as the rain slammed against the metal. It was darker than outside, which wasn't great in terms of light already. Before you could even open your mouth to complain, You heard Pyro sit down, unload something, then the sound of a match striking on the ground. They lit a small lamp, fortunately you two had stumbled into a survival unit filled to the brim with MREs, cots, and field supplies! Maybe you could wait out the rain in relative comfort, if you were lucky.
Pyro patted next to them, right by the warmth they had made before they gestures a freezing gesture and muffled a "brrr!" You felt like they would let you laugh at that, if not, you could apologize later. You did as you were asked of, much calmer than originally thought you could ever be around someone who was considered a psychopathic killer. Hand gestured stories told you fantastical tales of a place called "Pyroland", where nothing was wrong and nothing bad could happen. You wished you could have a stay there, it would be better than being in a useless war anyway. Quickly though, you realized that Pyroland was something Pyro genuinely believed in, and not just a daydream that you did after long days. Oh. That makes more sense.
"So, do you go to Pyroland often?" Pyro shrugged, and gestured with a "so-so" motioned, then you assumed they meant by their finger in a matter of factly manner way "only when a thing happens." Oh, you knew it was rude and nosey, but you couldn't help but ask. "Like what?"
Pyro was silent for a moment, then grabbed his head and mimed what you interpreted as a torturous migraine or some sort of panic attack.
You had a flash of worry that you had actually sent them into a spiral, when Pyro mimed an explosion and returned to the gestures of Pyroland. Ah, so they went there when under extreme stress. You could understand that in a sense, but..
You really should have not taken those psychology courses in college. It made you far too nosey.
"Do you choose to go to Pyroland or do you just go there at random?"
Pyro held up two fingers. The second option.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. That explained so much about them and their so called "killing machine" reputation. They were coping in the only way they could. They were no different from how you read books to escape reality, how your cousin drank to forget, how everyone did something to take a break from the horrors of life. You couldn't stop your hand from placing itself on Pyro's arm.
Pyro looked at you and cocked their head, but you only nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry you have to go through that."
A sudden lurch of you into the feeling of uncomfortable rubber made you panic about the lamp knocking over, but Pyro wouldn't be that dumb. They pulled you close and into their chest, a sound reminiscent of a sigh of relief tickled your ear. You had thought that The Sniper was sympathetic, as he was a more casual man with the employees. He talked about how assassination was just a job and payed his bills. He loved his ma and pa, had hobbies, and hell even had a mean fish recipe that he shared with an intern who wanted to be a chef!
Despite this, you felt a selfish glee that you were the only one to ever take the time to talk to The Pyro. It was so easy to talk to them, yet everyone just dismissed them as a maniac and acted accordingly. "Do you have a name you'd like to be called?" Pyro shook his head, the nozzle of the mask hit your cheek with every turn towards you. When they finally put you back where you were, they finger-wrote P-Y-R-O on the floor. You looked up at them, who gave a thumbs up in response. "So, you just like Pyro?"
Pyro nodded. 'Easy to remember' is what you assumed they mimed.
"Alright Pyro, if we're gonna be stuck here, do you wanna play a game? Talk?"
'Both'
"What about Truths and Lie?" You suggested, only to have Pyro cock their head again.
"The game's pretty easy. You say 3 things about you- two true things, and a single lie. It's my job to figure out which one is the lie. First one to guess 3 lies correctly wins. Makes sense?"
'Yep, sounds fun'
You decided to go first. Your truths involved a drunken college story and how many people are in your family, and you lied about your favorite color. Pyro guessed your family was the lie, slightly disappointed when you explained that you lied about your favorite color. They seemed to feel better when you did divulge which color you actually liked, though.
'I am able to pick up 3 Soldiers' they mimed, you cackled at the noises they made to signify The Soldiers, and they seemed to laugh along with you before they continued.
'I use rose scented body soap' It took you a little to guess which flower they were talking about, but the dramatic Shakespeare reference tipped you off finally.
'I like not very manly things'
You knew that number 3 was a truth from the way they described Pyroland and the existence of the rose soap statement. You took a moment to mull over your options and thought out loud. They suddenly interrupted you to sign once more.
'Not to distract you, but thank you for taking the time to listen to me. Nobody ever tries to talk to me.'
"That's their problem," you huffed at the reminder of your co-workers. "They're all stupid anyway. You're great to talk to."
Pyro faked wiping a tear away, only to huff out a laugh before they motioned for you to continue. "I feel like you're strong enough to pick up three Soldiers and a Scout. You're slightly stronger than what you claim."
They waggled their finger at you, only to reference three soldiers and The Medic!
"Wait, really?"
'I'm surprisingly strong, given my stature.'
It was your turn again. "Let's see... I know what my star sign is, my favorite drink is Jack and Coke, and I can do a full split."
They got that one right.
You two might have forgotten the point system, as Truths and Lie devolved into cheerful stories about both of your pasts. Most of Pyro's stories had a twinge of sorrow sewn into them, but they weren't upset about it so there was no use in being upset either.
God, you knew it was a mistake to say that. You didn't mean to, but once it came out there was no stopping the floodgates. "I have a thing for masks" you had said.
'Like gas masks?'
"Any mask really, but yeah. I like the mystery. Exes called me crazy for liking them!"
Pyro was quiet for only a split second, but you could tell the mood was clearly different. You didn't know how, but something new was swirled around both of you, like the smell of cookies only slightly twanged by a 3 minute overcooked waft.
'Back to the game, right? I forgot how many points we had, so next point wins.' Pyro declared. You nodded and hummed softly.
'I like baking' Truth, they talked about loving a bakery before they were admitted into their first psych ward.
'My mask is my skin to me' Truth again. They talked about the awful feeling that they felt, almost like ripping off their flesh when they knew they had to clean out the inside.
...
The silence was thick before Pyro sighed.
'I don't find you attractive.'
Oh.
Oh.
You didn't know how to respond.
Your face felt as hot as fire as the words washed through you in waves. Pyro waited patiently for your answer. No sense of pressure, no sense of threats.
"I.. well I mean- I find you hot too-"
Pyro made a 'fwoosh' sound as they mimed flames around them, a visual pun. You laughed despite the tension, a relief to the person in front of you.
"Say, I don't- I don't think this rain will let up for a while, don't you?"
'No, I don't think it will be sunny for a while.'
You had just realized how fluent you had become in reading Pyro's gestures and inflections.
"Do you..?"
'Do you?'
"Yes."
'Yes.'
Pyro let you position yourself more onto the floor, your elbows the only thing that propped yourself up. They shuffled closer to you, hesitant and open to any backtracking you might make. They reached your knees, which were slightly bent and opened. 'You don't even know if I'm a man or a woman.' You had to admit, their gesture for 'woman' made you laugh again. "I don't really care, never have about that kinda thing, if you catch my drift." You admitted. Pyro nodded, a sign of mutual togetherness. Besides, if you told anyone, it wouldn't trump the horrible reputation they already had.
Pyro moved between your legs and shifted their weight to place their arms above your shoulders.
You couldn't help but swallow in excitement as they let you run your hands down their suit. They moved one of their hands to yours, a nearly-invisible flap between the rubber at the base of their neck. A zipper was beneath the strip, and as they unbuckled their belt and unclipped their suspenders, you unzipped the suit. You were greeted with a beige skintight crewneck underneath. They shuffled out of their suit enough to reveal their pants, they looked like slacks, but less formal. 'The suit stays on during sex.' Pyro stated, no line for negotiation on that to be seen. "That's sexy." You retort with a joking wink. They huff out a little laugh, and continued. You moved your hand towards the black pants. You looked up to them, they nodded.
You didn't really think of Pyro as a man, even if their erection was pressed against you. You referred to your vibrators as women in your head, so it wasn't too difficult to think of Pyro as something different than the biological sex they had. Besides, it's not like Pyro cared much for perceptions anyway.
Pyro nudged the nozzle against your skin as you undressed yourself from your tie and button up suit. Oh well, it would dry faster off of your skin anyway. Their 'kisses' made your body light up in an inferno as you let them see you fully. The sounds of the harsh breaths through the mask made your skin crawl in desire. "Pyro- do we? I don't really think we can fully fuck here-" You had your legs thrown above Pyro's shoulders in response. Yes, you were turned on to hell and back, but your rational mind knew that full on sex was probably going to leave you sore, especially against hard steel that shoved against your back. They closed your thighs softly as they got on their knees to unzip their pants and push aside their underwear. It was pink and madly adorable.
"My thighs?"
Pyro nodded and presented their fingers to your mouth. 'Make them wet'
You heard them loud and clear as you accepted the gloved hands into your mouth, the fingers nearly made the sides of your lips split with how thick they were. You felt the shivers that coursed through Pyro's body as you swirled you tongue around each finger with little noises for extra flair. You felt their dick twitch against your thighs, a pat against the crease was only a promise of what to come.
You didn't get a good look at the skin underneath the suit, and you liked it that way. It added to the mysterious vibe, despite you knowing more about Pyro than possibly anyone else in the world.
As soon as they deemed your job good enough, they slathered your inner thighs with your spit before they shoved themselves deeply between you. You looked to their mask, knowing anything about their body felt like a violation against the entity of Pyro. As soon as you felt their cloth against the back of your thighs right before they started thrusting into you. The way Pyro slammed into you as they groaned and panted harshly, you could see the condensation on their goggles as they continued. You didn't know how Pyro would fuck, but desperate and animalistic was always a plus.
"Py- I need you!" You whined, desperate for more somehow. You couldn't wait for them to rail you on a bed, on anywhere but here! But then again, the raw emotion you both breathed out as you two got off was only possible in the moment. Right in the storage crate, with a torrential rain, by the light of a lamp about 3 feet behind both of you right after talking in an honest heart-to-heart.
"Pyro! Oh god Pyro!" You were responded to with needy muffled whines, their hips faltered from their rhythm as you begged for them. You let Pyro use their non-steadying hand touch you in all the right ways as you guided them to exact motions that made you curl into yourself.
You pulled Pyro close by the hem on their jacket to place a kiss to their gas mask as you rode through your orgasm. Their hand became more harsh with the motions, only making your high better with every movement.
You barely could tell when Pyro came, if it wasn't for the broken cry of pleasure. Your sweat was sheer enough on your stomach that you could barely tell that Pyro spilled burst after burst of cum splattered on your stomach. Shaky sighs escaped the mask as they moved your legs down, only to lie on top of you. The undershirt absorbed all of the gross fluids, but that was a problem for the future.
Despite appearances, Pyro wasn't very heavy on top of you. As they sighed and pet your head, arms, and hands, you kissed the crook of their neck.
If this was a maniac, a so-called psycho, you would more than happily be branded as just as crazy for liking them.