Sex Fortress 2 - One Shot series (OFFICIAL WATTPAD EDITION)

F**k the Demonman

(Originally published to Archive of Our Own on the 6th of January 2016)

Everywhere you looked, there were men standing shoulder to shoulder and drinking large quantities of alcohol. In a square metre there would be about five men standing there, drinking and discussing the bouncy joy that was the female anatomy. Most people would have had an awful time, especially a woman. But you weren't the tiniest bit troubled; you had Demo at your side.

The two of you came here early to dine on tavern "cuisine" and finally get away from the team and the fort. Usually Demo would just drink himself silly back at the fort with the others but for some reason, when putting a fine young thing into the equation- Demo felt it best to make it a private thing. Or at least as private as it would get in such a crowded area. At least you secured seats at a "clean table". You couldn't really tell at first if the red pool on the table was ketchup or blood but you stayed there long enough to never see it go brown, so you kept your hopes up.

You looked to the man on the other side of the table and smiled. Demo looked like a fisherman in his red long sleeved shirt, black beanie and eye-patch. The thick, black mutton chops didn't help to disprove this, either. Demo sighed a leaned back into his cushioned seat, having now downed his second plate of boiled vegetables and cheap-looking steak. You had opted for the soup of the day because according to the Demo, "It's safer than the salad."

The tavern itself was a hygiene nightmare but that mostly had to do with its patrons; almost all wore barely anything and let the sweat drip into their glasses.

Demo waved to a scantily-clad but gun-wielding waitress. "S'cuse me, love! Could I get some drinks o'er here?"

The waitress, having just finished threatening a perverted customer, wandered over to your table. "Sure. Whaddya want?"

You smiled up to the girl. She was almost sinfully pretty with her short blonde hair and just the right amount of make-up. "I'll have what he's having." You said with a confident glow about you.

"Water, then." Demo said, smiling at you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you could swear there was a cold chill down your spine. "Water?" You whimpered.

Demo's eye widened. "Did ya want somthin' else?" He said pointing towards the waitress.

"No, no." You said. "I'm fine with water. But...Are you really going to drink water?"

Demo's eye scanned your face. "Yes?"

"Really?" You leaned forward, Demo pushing himself back onto his chair. "Are you sure?"

"Are you right in the head? What the bloody 'ell was in that soup?!" Demo hissed.

You sighed and fell back into your seat. "In all the times I've been with you, you have never had a sip of water. Not even a drop. Did you and the Soldier have a bet?"

Demo's expression softened and smoothed out into a smile. "No." He said looking down to his hands.

He looked like he was thinking about puppies or something dirty.

"This is weird, you know? You...In a tavern...not getting blindingly drunk." You chuckled to yourself. "I guess you could say I'm impressed."

He smiled wider and looked you in the eyes. "Good." He said softly.

You could feel yourself blush from the gentle warmth of Demo gaze. It was an extremely rare expression, up until then, you only thought you could see it from the corner of your eye. Usually, his expression was hard and angry or hard and amused. It was a look only one person could ever see.