People thought you were insane. Not because of the way you did things or the way you acted, no. They thought you were insane for ever becoming friends with the volatile Pyro, they warned you at every chance they got. "He'll cook your goose, sis! If ya' know what's good for ya's, you'll stay far away from him!" "He's bloody insane!" "'ave you not see what 'e 'as done to me in passing, cherie? It would be wise to give 'im a wide berth." You ignored all of them, he had never attempted to hurt you before, why would he start now? You were usually never seen without your pyromaniac buddy, you and him were attached at the hip. You did everything together, you even asked for a position as a Pyro, so you could be by your buddies' side on the battlefield. He was your mentor, teaching you how to completely scorch Spy's and other unsavories. You would always giggle when he would go to complaining about Spy's, he had a particular hatred for them, and hearing him grumble under his mask about how annoying they were, was adorable.

You were currently having breakfast with your buddy everyone else was talking amongst themselves, ignoring you two like the plague. You snorted at them, and continued talking to Pyro. You would always help him block his face from view when he had to lift his gas mask in order to eat, you promised you wouldn't look, and that the others would never see either. Though of course, out of curiosity you decided one day to take a peek, he never lifted it up past his nose, so all you saw was his chin and mouth. His mouth was normal, thin but soft looking lips, a soft, slightly square jaw. And you could tell raised scars from burn wounds that swirled across his skin in odd little patterns, they were a shade or two darker than the rest of his skin. You never told him that you peeked, you kept it your own little secret. You were really curious to know what his whole face looked like now though, but you respected his privacy, and so you didn't push the issue.

After breakfast, you guys were quickly called to battle. You got right down to it, you were always excited about going into battle with Pyro. You two would make a game out of it, seeing how many Spies you two could 'fire'. Whoever had the highest score by the time the battle was over, had to do each other's chores for a whole week! There was never a dull moment when you were hanging out with Pyro. Today, you had won, 'fireing' 3 more Spy's than Py. He grumbled playfully under his mask as he admonished the fact that he had to do your chores. You always had a feeling that he let you win at times like this. Because he had been doing this longer than you, he was more skilled at it. The next day was a complete bore however, the administrator never called you or the rest of the team to battle. It was quiet and boring, the others were once again off on their own, talking and doing stupid and or weird things to pass the time away. You were sitting on the sofa, staring out the window as Py sat beside you, he wasn't wearing his flamethrower today, so he had a much more relaxed posture than normal.

You two were pretty much silent, until Py breaks the uncomfortable boringness. "Hfw brt Irr shrw yu srme fre tcks?" You were pretty good at understanding him, and so you knew immediately that he was asking if you wanted to see some fire tricks. You smile, nodding your head as Py got up off the couch, leading you to his room, saying the others would get pissed if he scorched the rec room again. You had been in his room before, it was a little bigger than the others, giving him room to do his tricks. His room was a bit dull, because of his skills, he couldn't have a lot of flammable furniture. But Py decided that it needed sprucing up, and he got some paint, and the once barren walls were now covered in unicorns and rainbows. Py motions for you to sit down on the bed, as he takes up a position a little bit from you. He holds up a single hand, fingers curled, palm up. Before long there is a small flame dancing around on his hand, he brings the hand around, leaving a thin 'fire rope' arcing in front of his body. He then punches the air in front of him, having the rope race to the end of his hand and stare at you in the form of a snake. You gasp and clap your hands, Py bows, the fire disappearing into thin air. "Prty nrrt, hrr?" You nod, smiling. "Can you do more?" He pretends to be offended. "Irf crse!"

He claps his hands together, sparks shooting out from around his fingertips, he looks like he's concentrating hard. Before long, a ring starts growing from the sparks, it continues like this until it's the size of a hula hoop. He stops, separating his hands and holding the hoop in the air like a trophy of some type. "Wrtch ths!" He puts the hoop over his head, holding it around his waist before he starts moving his hips in a circle, sending the hoop twirling around his waist. You laugh, clapping your hands once again. He stops, holding the hoop up as he motions for you to stand, you tilt your head, but do as told, he removes the hoop, threading it over your head. "Py... I'm not sure about this..." The hoop was an active flame, you can feel the heat coming off of it but he just shushes you. "Irt's nrt gnn hrt yo, trst mrr!" He takes one of your hands, placing it on the hoop, you cringe, bracing yourself for the pain. But it never comes, you look down at the hoop, grabbing onto it with both hands now as you stare at it in awe. "Wow..." He claps his hands like an excited child.

"Srr?" He then wriggles his hips, obviously wanting you to try it out. You give it a hard push with your hands to get it started before swirling your hips, it races around your hips like nobody's business. "This is amazing, Py!" He watches you for a moment, before he suddenly grabs the hoop, stopping it's rotation. You look at him confused. "What's the matter, Py?" He doesn't say a word, he simply pulls on the hoop, making it bigger somehow before he scrambles to his knees, standing up to where both of you are inside of it, his body is really close to yours now, making you blush slightly. He holds the hoop, giving it a rough spin before placing his gloved hands on either of your hips, gently making you swirl your hips as he moves his, your lower halves coming into contact more than they should. "Uh, Py... we're really close like this..." The hoop continues it's movement around you as Py reaches up, freeing his mouth and the lower portion of his face from his gas mask. "I wanted it like this. Just keep close to me." You could have cooked an egg on your face your cheeks were so hot, it's made all the more worse when he leans down, pressing his scarred lips to yours.

You don't know what to do, so you just do as he says, keeping your body close to his as you wrap your arms around him. You can feel his hands move down to the button of your jeans, he fiddles with the small button before grumbling lowly. "Damn gloves..." He pulls away, taking his gloves off and throwing them into a corner. He then goes back to undoing your jeans, pulling them and your panties down, he shoves them to your ankles, he turns you around, taking your hands and putting them on the wall in front of you. "Py? I don't..." He kneels down behind you, putting his hands on your rear end, pushing apart and up on your cheeks, he exhales loudly, you turn your head and look down just enough to see him lean in and lick at your slit from behind. That shuts your complaining up as you whine loudly, facing the wall again. "Nnnn... hah..." He licks along you for a few moments before pressing his mouth into you, licking and sucking at your center. "Mmmm..." You can hear leather squeaking and a dull thump, you look back and down again to see his gas mask on the floor, you can't see his face though. "P, Pyro... Please..." You can feel one naked hand reach around your hip and down to pinch your clit, while the lone one's fingers slide deep inside you once his mouth is pulled away from you. "Does it feel good?" You claw at the wall, yelping as you cum on his fingers, warm cream gushing out onto his bare fingers. You pant shakily, hoping that answered his question. "Sorry... I just really wanted to taste you. If you don't wanna do any more, that's fine."

You finally catch your breath as you walk over and fall onto the bed, you turn to face him, his suit is unzipped and pulled apart, showing his scarred chest and stomach, your vision comes back up to his face. His hair falls in fiery curls around his boyish features, and his blue-green eyes hold a painful amount of guilt and self-conciousness as he watches you. "Pretty ugly, huh?" He looks away sadly, rubbing one scarred arm. You sit up, shaking your head. "The absolute opposite actually. I think you look really handsome. And I kinda wanna... do more?..." His eyes widen as he comes over and sits on the bed with you. "I know we're friends and all but... I've thought about us maybe being more? Or... at least trying it out?..." His pale cheeks are so red, you smile, giggling slightly, he looks hurt for a moment until you calm him. "I'm sorry! You're so cute! I don't know why you hide under that stupid gas mask! Hmmm... if you don't think it'll ruin our friendship, I don't mind trying it with you. I trust you more than anyone else on the whole team." His blue eyes suddenly moisten as he lunges forward, hugging you tightly, he rubs your back softly before pulling away and kissing your lips gently. He pulls back, standing up he rids himself of the rest of his suit, his cock springs up, about average length but quite thick. He then turns his attention to you, helping you take off your remaining clothes, he then sits up near the head of his bed, beckoning you closer, you crawl over to him, licking your lips. "Py..."

He shushes you, crossing his legs under himself, he pulls you into his lap. Your legs straddling his waist, he positions you over his cock, motioning for you to wrap your legs around his waist and hook your heels on one another, which you do. "Don't talk. Just... feel, ok?" He pushes up into you, using your hips to pull you down on him at the same time, he fits inside you perfectly, you gasp out, clinging to him for support. "Ah! Hah..." He grunts as he helps you bounce on him as he uses what leverage he can to thrust up into you, his hands now roaming over what ever bit of your skin he could reach, your breasts, shoulders, back, rear. His eyes are dark and focused now, giving everything he can to please you, you decide to return the favor, clenching your internal muscles around him and touching his body with just as much softness and love as he is yours. He shudders under your touch, coughing as air becomes trapped in his throat, there is a startling amount of heat coming off him now, and he moans. "Please... I won't last long if you keep doing that... I want to make you feel good first..." You smile, running your fingers through his hair as you press your lips to his again, whimpering as he kisses you back, a bit rougher than the first time, his eyes are alight with something that scares you as he pulls you even closer to him, panting as he breaths against your skin, you sure you can see sparks coming off him as he adjusts you a bit, thrusting against your spot. "Ah! Py, please!" That's all it takes, he rolls your hips down onto him one last time before you both break at the same time. You're smothering now in his heat and you fall against him, spent and satisfied. You hear him giggle loudly, causing you to look up at him. Above the bed on the wall, is a heart, torched into the wood.

"I guess you know how much I care about you now, huh?"