The battle rages on, but in the shadows, Pyro and Sniper engage in a different kind of warfare. Pyro's flames lick at Sniper's skin, not to harm, but to tease, to taunt. Sniper's hands, calloused from years of firing his rifle, caress Pyro's body, feeling the heat that radiates from within. Their bodies press together, a symphony of heat and steel, as they lose themselves in their taboo lust. Pyro's muffled cries of pleasure echo in the confined space, drowned out by the distant sounds of battle, as Sniper brings them both to a blistering climax.