"I can't believe you are still not going to untie me!"

The Engineer had the decency to look apologetic. "I untied your ankles…"

Spy glared at the ropes on his wrists. He knew the Laborer was right in refusing to set him completely free. It would take a truly unfathomable kind of stupid to release an enemy combatant in your base when your team is asleep and death is permanent. But his body was tired and sore, and he couldn't wait to stretch properly.

"Now, Spah, it looks to me like you're a little tired and sore. Clarice does her best work when her target's feelin' nice and relaxed. I'd take a hot shower right before activatin' her-"

"You are not going to throw water at me again!"

"No, no, no, that's not what I-"

"Mon Dieu, please tell me you are not thinking of giving me a sponge bath!"

"Will you just let me finish?" The Engineer huffed irritably, "I'm not gonna use any water at all. I had to when I was testin' her by myself, but this time there's two of us, so I can use something much better."

Grinning widely, the Texan produced a bottle from a drawer and held it out so that Spy could read the label. ROSE SCENTED MASSAGE OIL – NOW EVEN ROSIER!

He swirled a finger in the air. "Turn around. We'll start with your back."

Spy raised an eyebrow, but complied quietly. He had come too far to let himself feel unsettled about presenting his unguarded back to the enemy. He forced himself to stay calm and didn't even flinch when his briefs, still on his knees, and his socks were pulled off, leaving him completely nude. The Engineer put a soft leather glove on his Gunslinger, then coated both hands with a generous dollop of oil.

Strong hands worked at stiff muscles, digging in painfully at first. They kneaded over tight knots until they gave and loosened, leaving dizzying warmth in their wake as pain melted into pleasure. The Frenchman let out a breathy moan while those hands slowly moved down, rubbing his neck, his shoulders, following the path of his spine down to the small of his back. He expected them to stop there, but the Engineer clearly took his experiments seriously; Spy bit his lip to stifle further moans while his ass got thoroughly massaged. It wouldn't do to sound too eager. The roaming pleasure coursed down his thighs, then his calves, finally pooling with warm pulsing at his feet.

A thick accent buzzed in the Spy's tingling ear. "Your front now."

The agent was feeling so wonderfully relaxed, it took him several seconds to summon the will to move. He was starting to think that his host had a PhD in Massage Therapy, and wondering what other interesting talents were concealed under that good ol' country boy façade.

Once he was supine, those talented hands were back on his body, rubbing circles on his chest and stomach. Spy's pulse quickened as the massage turned into something much more sensual. No longer simply easing stiff muscles, they now stroked and caressed. He gasped out loud when they pinched his nipples, and barely managed to hold back an undignified whine when they gave his shaft a few firm tugs. No amount of self control could stop him from trembling in ecstasy when the Texan finally threw all modesty to the wind and gently pushed a lubricated finger inside of him, then another, carefully stretching him.

"Now, this here's a job well done," the Engineer smirked. "Much more effective than a hot shower! Body temperature's a mite lower, but high enough, and hormone release's intensified. I shoulda built a massage machine before I tested Clarice on myself, the results're sure to improve. Humm… Sister machines, one after the other. Robot threesome? Can't believe I didn't think of it before. Oh well, live an' learn! That's what' testin's for, right, Spah?"

"Ghrgh."

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled and gave Spy two playful swats on his bottom. "Come on, pardner! The real test's comin' up!"

With that, the American took off his glove and went to fetch his beloved invention. Spy recovered quickly and mentally berated himself for giving in so easily. It was just a bit of foreplay! How could it affect him so intensely? He had underestimated the Laborer. That crafty little man was even more dangerous off the battlefield.

The Frenchman was wary as that diabolical genius pushed a sheet-covered cart towards the bed. The sheet was pulled in one fluid motion, revealing the mechanical wonder underneath.

"TAH-DAH!"

Spy's jaw dropped. Words escaped him.

"Well? Ain't ya going to say anything?"

"...Why does Clarice have a penis?"

The Engineer looked at Spy as if he had said something extraordinarily stupid, deeply offensive and profoundly disappointing. Luckily, working with Soldier and Scout had made the agent develop immunity-by-proxy against that particular type of stare.

"Spah, that's her finger."

The agent took another good, long look at that glorified orgasm dispenser. Clarice wasn't even vaguely shaped like a woman, she looked more like the unholy spawn of a Dispenser and a Medigun. And if that rigid rubber rod sprouting from the middle was a finger, then he was Saxton Hale. Still, he diplomatically decided to drop the argument.

"My apologies. Shall we proceed?"

That put the Laborer right back in a cheery mood.

"Giddy up!"

Preparations were more or less what Spy expected. The small clamps were placed on his nipples; the hose was shoved over his cock and kept in place by a strap around his hips; and the "finger," which turned out to be the extremity of an expandable staff, was lubricated and positioned right in front of his asshole.

Then the machine was tuned on. The sensation that overtook him was not what he had expected.

The clamps gave him a shock, sending electricity through his nipples and his whole body. It wasn't strong enough to hurt him, but it was a demanding feeling that left no room for distractions. His muscles spasmed, then throbbed and tingled as the current subsided, only for the jolts to start again.

The inside of the hose, coated with spongy material, grew hot and thick as heated lubricant was released; Spy's cock was completely engulfed by tight moist warmth, a comforting and irresistible contrast to the shocks that made him arch and thrust into it.

The rubber rod had started rotating and slowly moving forward, its tip prodding and pushing its way inside until it was fully sheathed, then pulled back a fraction before entering again. In and out, in and out, gradually increasing its pace until the man was getting fucked in earnest.

It felt so good. Much, much better than he could have ever imagined. The sensations were overwhelming, waves of pleasure washing all over his body and driving him crazy with bliss.

And yet… it wasn't enough. Spy desperately needed something that a machine just couldn't give him. Half-mad with want, he forgot his pride and looked at the Engineer with pleading eyes, his face a picture of passion and desire.

"P-please! I need… Give it to me! S'il vous plait!"

The Engineer looked taken aback. He had been in complete control, but Spy's pleas were stirring a part of him he hadn't even known existed. He didn't quite know how to deal with that. He hesitated, unsure and maybe a little intimidated, until his curious mind and his growing lust kicked him back into gear.

He quickly unbuckled his belt, threw the straps of his overalls over his shoulders and to the wind, and freed his rapidly hardening cock. He was more than ready to offer it to his frantic captive, who immediately took it in his mouth and started sucking with enthusiasm. Spy's brain went alight with fire. Now, with flesh in him, he was finally able to truly surrender to euphoria as the human element superimposed over lifeless metal.

It wasn't the first time the Engineer had got a blowjob, but the difference between his previous encounters and now was so great that it might as well have been. He had never experienced such unrelenting eagerness and impressive skill, and he soon found himself returning the fervor. One hand held a cheek firmly while the other slipped beneath fabric and stroked soft hair, at once caring and possessive. Spy couldn't bring himself to object, and kept licking, sucking and kissing the hot prize he had been granted.

Both men let lust overtake them completely, guiding them through a heavenly burn to the most glorious incandescence.

The energy shared between them burned out. They indulged in post-orgasmic tranquillity for some time, quiet and content. After a while, the Engineer took a cigarette out of the disguise kit, lit it and offered it to Spy, who accepted it gratefully. While the Frenchman smoked, the Engineer made himself decent again. Ever the genteel Southerner, he fetched a towel and an extra pair of overalls. Spy accepted those too; no matter how tragically hideous the outfit was, he just couldn't bring himself to spoil the moment.

They walked back to the entrance of the base. Once there, the Texan untied Spy's wrists and gave him back his gadgets.

"Well, here we are." The Engineer clapped a hand on Spy's shoulder. "Thanks for the help, pardner. That was… ah, food for thought."

"Non, I should be thanking you for saving my life. And for an acceptably decent fuck."

"Acceptably decent!? What are you-"

The Texan was about to unleash one heck of a tirade, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Spy smirk, eyes full of mirth.

"Y'all just can't help bein' a scoundrel, can ya? Naughty boy."

"I didn't hear you complain before," Spy winked, then disappeared in thin air. The Engineer waited for the sound of laughter to grow fainter in the distance, then closed the door.

"Darn Spies," he bemoaned, a happy grin on his face. He headed back to his room, savoring recent memories and whistling a cheerful tune.