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The Jeep was a clunky and the wind wasn’t much relief for the sweltering sun that beat down on the makeshift cloth roof. Sweat slid down Spy’s lips and soaked into his cigarette. He spit it out, letting it get lost in the dust. He hated the heat here. He hated the heat, he hated the sweat, and he hated that he’d been pulled out of Austria right in the middle of his mission to get stranded in some dead-end, middle of nowhere fort.
The middle-aged woman, with her never-ending trail of cigarettes, had kicked in the door to his bedroom where he’d been sleeping with his main informant. She was a pretty little woman who was the mark’s mistreated mistress. This new woman, she laughed and laughed even while Spy had a gun pointed at her face.
She told him that he didn’t have to fuck women for information anymore. She told him that he’d be making much more money if he had coffee with her. The funny thing was that Spy can’t even remember the girl’s name, the one he’d been right in the middle of fucking when the woman he’d later call The Announcer came kicking in his door.
Which was how Spy’s boots crunched in the dust, a duffle bag of clothing and a suitcase clutched tightly in his gloved hands.
The two forts were ugly concrete slabs surrounded by a chain link fence. It was nothing like the sweet hills and clear lakes of Austria.
Apparently Spy was going to be a part of the team. He would only refer to himself as the Spy, and his colleagues as the labels that they had been given. The Smoking Woman had told him not to fear death for while he was working this job, he would never die.
He opened the door to the fort. His teammates stared at him. They’d been working there for the past year. A gruff fellow barked at him.
“Three doors down on the left—be ready at oh six hundred, maggot!”
That was his warm welcome from the BLU team.
The fighting was brutal and at first it was refreshing to be drawing so much blood—but it got old fast.
He never died and neither did his enemies. They collected information, but did it really matter? Soldier thought so. Everyone else… Spy had a feeling that no one else was committed. Engineer was in it for the research, and everyone else, as far as Spy could tell, was in it for the money.
It was late, the fight was over, and Spy had died three times. The enemy Sniper shot him twice; a nice clean shot to the head, Spy didn’t even know what had hit him. The third time though, he’d been burnt alive.
Spy dragged his fingers down his mask. It was soaked with sweat. It made him want to gag.
The Scout bumped past him, slinging his arm around their Pyro and Demoman. The kid was a wiry one, with long legs and a loud voice. He laughed, walking like he hadn’t gotten his spine blown in half by a shotgun, which Spy had seen happen to him.
“Rough shit today, fellahs!” The kid was either stupidly optimistic or the BLU team was used to losing badly. Spy shot a glance over their Sniper. The Australian’s lips curled, and Spy found himself returning the smirk. “Fucking bullshit the Wolf didn’t show up today, though.”
Spy head jerked forward.
“Wolf?” Scout turned, his arms still around Demoman and Pyro. His feet dragged a little. “What… wolf?”
The boy grinned wide and dropped away from his friends. His shoes kicked up dust.
“What, Frenchie, Miss Pauling didn’t tell you about the Wolf?”
Spy shook his head. When he looked back to see if maybe Sniper could help him out, the Australian was gone.
Before Spy could try and locate him Scout spit into the dirt right where Spy was about to step. He adjusted his pace and Scout grinned.
“The Wolf, my friend, is our saving grace. The other team doesn’t have one. But we do.” When Spy’s face didn’t slacken with recognition or understanding, Scout rolled his eyes. “All right, let me tell you about the Wolf.”
Scout told Spy that there was a Wolf that would come when things got really tight. He said that everyone on the team had been rescued by the Wolf some time or another, some of them more than once. Scout was the first one to tell his story to Spy, which didn’t surprise Spy in the least. Scout loved to talk.
“All right so I had dodged a RED sentry and I thought I was in the clear, you know?” Scout cracked open the carbonated piss they called beer even though Spy would be willing to bet half his commission that the boy wasn’t old enough to drink it. Spy leaned forward on the table he was sitting on, his legs swinging and hitting the cabinets. Spy nodded, waiting patiently hoping that the payoff to this story would be worth the wait. “But turns out their Pyro was waiting right around the corner—s’good strategy, you know?”
Spy blew out a long exhale of smoke.
“Sure, fine, but what about this wolf—”
“Wolf! The Wolf is capitalized, I can hear you not capitalizing.” Scout rolled his eyes. “Be patient, geez.” Scout gestures a lot with his hands, slapping Spy’s knee when he thought he wasn’t listening. “I could smell the gas cookin’ and that RED fucker, he’s different than our guy—our guy has a soul. That fucker—that fucker’s crazy.”
Spy thought of the smell of his own flesh sizzling right before death’s sweet kiss let him sleep for a few moments before he was back on the field.
“I’m well aware.”
“Yeah, well, I thought I was toast. And right as that sucker’s starting to get ready to fry me—this Wolf comes down on him hard.”
Spy tilted his head to the side.
Scout nods, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed.
“The biggest Wolf you’ve ever seen. It was huge, and it tore that Pyro to pieces. And me, I can’t move because that Wolf—it’s got fur that’s so black it’s like staring out into a pit. And those teeth—that rubber suit was nothing against that Wolf’s teeth. I thought it was gonna kill me next but once it was done it just looked at me, panting and you know how dogs smile?” Spy nodded. “Well, I swear to you it was smiling at me, wagging its tail like it was no big deal. It ran on past me, and I couldn’t catch up to it, that’s how fast it was!”
Spy rolled his eyes and stood up, lighting another cigarette.
“Good night, Scout.”
“Wait!” Scout jumped up. “You don’t believe me?”
“I’m not twelve, boy. I’m sure the girls at home would love to hear your story, though.”
Scout kept shouting after Spy that he was telling the truth, that he wasn’t a liar, but Spy kept just laughed. He didn’t believe little boys who cried “wolf.”
Spy learned to take his showers in the middle of the night. Heavy, Medic, Soldier, Demo, and Scout showered together like it was a team building exercise. Pyro was after their group and it was an unspoken agreement that the man or woman under that suit got an hour to him or herself.
Spy would dart in quickly after that, after he could hear the weird whistle muffled by rubber.
He ran the water cold because it was the one time of day that he could feel cool. Spy hung his cloth mask up and stripped down, his feet splashing against the tiles. He grimaced and washed the sweaty grime off him, watching it spiral down the drain.
He didn’t take long. In Austria he’d take long baths but there was no such luxury, not where he was now.
The towel was rough against his skin but it got the job done. He dried his hair and pulled on his mask first before any other clothing. He was just securing his belt when a throat cleared from the doorway.
Spy whirled around to see Sniper, his shirt in his fist and his aviators sliding down his nose. Spy was also shirtless, and he refused to let his cheeks get warm as he pulled on his white tank top.
Even if he didn’t really know the man aside from a shared smirk, Spy’s mother had raised him to be polite. Sniper’s mouth opened, and Spy could almost see his reply, the repeating of the simple greeting—but then they withered on the Australian’s tongue. Sniper’s nostrils flared.
“Are you wearin’ perfume?” Spy’s lips curled into a frown, his fists clenching around his shirt and gloves. Before he could force his way around Sniper, he blocked Spy continued, his cheeks pink. “Sorry—cologne, that’s what they call it. Are you wearing cologne?”
Spy rolled his eyes.
“I just got out of the shower, bushman, I assure you whatever you smell is all me.” Spy stepped into Sniper’s personal space, enjoying when the other man had to take another step back. “Get out of my way.”
They were both still for a moment, and then Sniper was the one who took two steps forward, his breath hot against Spy’s skin and cloth mask.
“It was just a question, spook.”
His voice was a low growl in his chest and Spy’s initial thought was that Sniper was going to kill him right there. Instead, he stalked past him, his crocodile-tooth necklace swaying as he twisted the water on the showers. Spy didn’t give himself a moment to recover; he didn’t slump against the tiles and catch the breath that had been frozen in his lungs. No, he did that as soon as he closed the door to his bedroom, his legs shaking so hard that he sank to the floor.
As Spy’s heart thundered in his chest he squeezed his thigh, the pain bringing him back down to earth, back to reality. He couldn’t explain why he was so terrified, because Spy wasn’t scared, not of his own teammates and certainly not of some filthy Australian who threw his own piss at the enemy. Spy had taken down much more dangerous men than the Sniper.
And… though he’d never admit, even under pain of death, but he was hard. He was so hard that Spy had to press the heel of his hand against himself, his hips jerking helplessly—just that single bit of stimulation caused him to come in his pants like a teenager.
The suitcase was heavy in Spy’s hand and he hated how down to the nose this round ended up being. But most of the circumstances were out of his hands, Scout’s loud mouth, and their Pyro’s tendency to get lost in killing the enemy. But Spy had been sloppy and he’d taken too long to kill the enemy Heavy and Medic.
Blood seeped out of a shoulder wound, but Spy didn’t focus on it as he crept along the walls of the enemy base. He only paid attention for any sound of the enemy. He bit his lip, and the war was chaotic enough for a dash across the battlefield.
Spy switched on his camouflage, took a breath, and sprinted. He jumped over the fallen bodies that would fade soon anyway and dodged their own Heavy who was locked in battle with the enemy Soldier. Just as he managed to get past them—a shot rang out, a loud crack in the air, and heat whizzed past Spy’s shoulder.
He spared a look and he saw the RED Scout, dead on the ground from a nice shot right between his eyes. He’d been following Spy. Spy didn’t have to look up high to know who had covered him.
Spy ran inside the base, and the day had been a successful one. Spy felt himself smiling as the team rushed him, slapping him on the back. Even Soldier seemed to be okay with congratulating him despite his French heritage. Demoman slung his arm around Spy and Pyro said something unintelligible while shaking Spy’s hand.
Heavy offered Spy a sandwich with a monstrous bite out of it and before Spy could recoil, Medic grabbed him and hauled him off to the Infirmary.
The Medic was a man that had a coldness about him, which Spy didn’t exactly mind. The man’s bedside manner might have been atrocious but he got the job done without a fuss. Spy respected that.
“Ach.” Medic had allowed Spy to peel off his suit jacket and vest, but the white shirt was hopeless and Medic cut it of with a few quick swipes of a scalpel. “Lucky for you, it was a clean shot.”
Spy restrained himself from saying that he didn’t feel lucky, not when Medic flushed the wound out with alcohol and all Spy could do was grind his teeth together to stop himself from crying out.
When he opened his eyes he saw that Scout was scrutinizing him. Spy tried not to grimace as the doctor began to wrap his wounds without acknowledging the boy’s presence, but Scout didn’t seem to mind.
“You were awesome out there, brother!” Spy managed a thin smile and Scout returned it before going back to staring at Spy like he was a wild animal. “Do you really not believe me about the Wolf?”
Medic’s knot tightened and Spy actually hissed and sat up as white-hot streaks of pain darted across his vision. The German glared at Scout, pointing at him with a bloody gloved finger.
“Get out of here!”
Scout was taken aback.
“C’mon, doc, I know you’ve seen it, Heavy told us—”
“Only patients are permitted to stay in here, get out or I will give you the injuries to make you an exception!”
Scout was gone faster than the bullet that had flown through Spy’s shoulder. Medic’s cheeks were red, and he turned away from Spy. His shoulders were shaking and he stripped off his gloves and tossed them into the sink. The air was freezing and Spy got up without a word.
Even though no one thought so, Spy respected his teammates’ privacy.
Later that night, Spy grimaced as he stood under the cold water. He had to be careful not to get his bandages too wet, but he couldn’t help but be tempted, the flesh around the wound was hot. He shook the water off him, twisting the knob until the showers were off.
His pants were easy to put on, but he hesitated with the shirt. He grimaced and pulled it over his head, hissing because it tugged at his wound. Spy’s arms spasmed and he was caught in his shirt for a shirt, painful moment. Spy took a deep breath, hating himself for getting shot, and hating the fact that he wasn’t in Austria—
His shirt was being pulled down, and Spy made a startled noise in his throat and he automatically shoved himself into the weight that had appeared so close to him.
“Whoa now.” Strong, calloused hands steadied him, and Spy’s shirt was tugged down with a final jerk and he was released from his cloth prison. Sniper was there, a crooked, awkward smile on his face. “Just tryin’ to help, mate.”
Spy was trying not to outwardly show his horror that Sniper had somehow managed to sneak up on him. He cleared his throat, tugging at his tank top.
The air between them was thick and Spy was about to leave with what little of his dignity he still had left when Sniper’s cleared throat stopped him.
“Look, about the other night.” Spy turned to see Sniper scratching the back of his neck, looking down at the cracked tiles. “I shouldn’t have been so short with you. Just… it was just a long day, you know?”
His smile wobbled, shaky and unsure. Spy let his lips curl.
“I was a bit… curt as well.” He shrugged. “No one likes being the new kid.”
Sniper’s laughter echoed off the walls, and Spy soon found himself joining in. When the mirth petered off, Sniper grinned, wide, bright, and so genuine that it caught Spy off guard.
“I hear ya, mate.” He turned, still chuckling. “I’ll see you around, spook.”
Walking back to his room hadn’t ever felt so… good before. Spy tried to remember the last time he’d laughed like that and found that he couldn’t recall. He laid stretched out on his bed, his mask off and his fingers resting on his stomach.
Spy finally got a full night’s sleep.
The worst part about this new assignment was the brief pause between battles. They could range from thirty seconds to two hours, but waiting was the worst part. Spy just wanted to get it over with, to die, respawn, fight, and repeat the process.
He waited on the sidelines and Demo sauntered up to him, letting out a wet burp as a greeting. Spy wrinkled his nose but Demo didn’t notice or he didn’t care. Either way, Spy wouldn’t be surprised.
“Ah, I hate sittin’ here like cattle waitin’ to get slaughtered.” Demo slugged down three gulps of the vile liquid he kept on him at all times. “S’not like they’ll beat us in the end. We’ve got a Wolf.”
Spy turned at that, smiling crookedly.
“Oh come on, you don’t actually believe Scout’s story—”
“Who said anything about Scout?” Demo narrowed his eye at Spy. “I’ve seen it with me own eye!”
Spy sighed, lighting a cigarette.
Demo frowned at the apathetic disbelief in Spy’s voice.
“Oh, you smirk now, but just you wait until you get in a jam and the only thing between you and agony is that beast tearin’ your enemy limb from limb.” Demo sniffed, looking out across the long stretch of sand to the enemy base. “It was a Scout that was gonna do me in—that little bastard is fast. Not as fast as ours, we’ve got the best, but still—faster than you or me.” Demo grimaced. “That bastard, he broke both my legs, and it wasn’t warfare, the kid’s a bit sick, I think he’s been fightin’ too long. He was gonna make my death slow, which ain’t fair—and then…” Spy watched as goose bumps popped up on Demo’s skin even though it was over one hundred degrees outside. “It came from the side, I don’t know how it found me… we were deep in the sewers. Scout couldn’t outrun it—he didn’t get far but you could tell that beast was even faster than the Scout. And those teeth—”
The intercom crackled to life and the Announcer’s smoky voice echoed over the field. Demo screwed the cap on his bottle and Spy spat out his cigarette and activated his cloak.
Throughout the entire fight Spy found himself keeping an eye out. He told himself it was a good habit, every Spy always had to make sure his back was covered. But deep down he knew he was looking for blurs of dark fur and sharp teeth.
Ice-cold water sprayed against Spy’s skin. The heat must have been getting to him because wolves the size that Demo and Scout had been ranting about—they only existed in nightmares. They must have been trying to fool him, some petty game they would play with the newcomers. It couldn’t have been real…
Spy switched the water off, rubbing his hair dry quickly before stepping into his pants.
When he turned, Sniper was already sitting on the bench at the start of the shower room. He popped a bone in his neck, sighing and smiling at the sensation.
“Evenin.’” Sniper stretched, another groan slipping out of him. Spy rubbed his eyes, partially because he was tired, but the real reason because the situation felt like a hallucination brought on by not getting laid. Spy’s skin tightened when Sniper stretched his long legs out. Thankfully he was still wearing pants. “Did you have a nice shower?”
Spy’s tongue felt too sizes too big when he spoke.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yes.”
Spy left, his heart hammering in his chest. He got back to his room and kicked off his clothes and fell onto the bed. The Sniper was just being kind, tolerating, that’s all. There had been nothing sexual about that encounter. Spy shivered… and when he closed his eyes, he was back in the shower room only this time the showers ran hot, steam billowing in the whole room.
There was a shadow in the fog, and Spy was pressed against the tiles, fog still clinging to Sniper’s body. Spy’s body arched, his skin tingling as Sniper’s tongue dragged up Spy’s neck, licking away at the beads of water.
“Did you have a nice shower?”
He was still wearing his stupid jeans while Spy was naked. Sniper grinned against Spy’s skin when the Frenchman writhed against him. He couldn’t break his wrists free of Sniper’s iron-like grasp. Sniper’s hips ground against Spy’s once, the denim a wicked torture against Spy’s hypersensitive skin. Sniper kept it up for two more thrusts, but then stopped.
“You want more?”
Sniper chuckled against Spy’s lips. Everything was so blurry, the showers kept pumping out more hot water, more steam… and Spy’s cock twitched, his thighs trembling, seeking out friction.
It wasn’t the phantom feel of denim against his aching cock that brought him off; it wasn’t the eager tongue and teeth that scraped down his neck… it was the deep, rumbling growl that echoed in the showers that made Spy’s eyes fly open, his mouth slack as his hand, which had crept down below the sheets somewhere along Spy’s fantasy, flew over his cock until—
His body went slack, a sticky mess shooting into the sheets. Spy sighed and kicked the sheets off. He’d do laundry later, in a few minutes, after a quick doze…
Seconds later he was asleep.
my apologies, this should have a "TBC" after it.
I'm really intrigued! Please do continue.
a werewolf sniper?
Curious to see where this is going! It's interesting seeing a Spy feeling awkward for a change.
I am intrigued!
Oh man this is a good fic. I cant wait to see what it's building up too
Looking forward to seeing more of this fic! I can't wait to see what Spy does when he sees the Wolf for the first time.
Okay, I seriously can't wait for this fic to update
Thank you for the kind words! I hope you all like the update. All thoughts and criticisms are welcome.
When the weekend rolled around Spy woke up earlier than he would have preferred. He slipped on his slacks and shirt with vest, but let the tie hang loose around his neck instead of securing it. He slid on his mask and opened the door. A weird, muffled song drifted through the halls and Spy followed it like a moth to flame until he got to the kitchen.
Pyro was suited up and was… singing. The sink was a sudsy mess but Pyro didn’t mind as he plunged his gloved hands into the water. The song reached its romantic swell and Spy found himself smiling. He’d seen the firebug torch his (or her) enemies without so much as a blink—but here he was singing a song by, if Spy wasn’t mistaken, the Beach Boys.
The voice behind the mask cracked a bit, the pitches were too high, and Spy cleared his throat.
Pyro turned and waved, still swaying to the beat of the song that only he could hear. Spy’s lips twitched.
A series of cheerful noises came from behind the gas mask. Pyro’s gloved fingers fumbled with a plate and it fell back into the sink, sending up a puff of soap bubbles. Spy looked around and the base was quiet, entirely too quiet because Scout had to be awake and causing someone some form of annoyance.
“Where is everyone?”
Pyro gestured out the windows, to the twisting dirt road away from the base. Spy had heard that when they weren’t fighting they were permitted off the base. Not that Spy had a car. He bit down the urge to swear as Pyro let another plate tumble out of his grasp. Spy rolled up his sleeves until they were bunched up above his elbows.
“I’ll wash, you dry.”
Pyro’s mask tilted to the side but then he shuffled to the side. Spy smiled and he took out a cigarette but Pyro quickly batted it out of his hands so that it sank into the soapy water. Spy was about to shout but Pyro made a series of noises that Spy could decipher, he’d heard the tone of them before. He smiled, imagining the person behind the gas mask frowning with their hands on their hips as they said, “Those are bad for you!”
They had a week’s worth of dishes to go through, and the food that Soldier whipped up from cans was slop. But Spy ate it because there was nothing else. Some was caked on so thick that Spy had to grimace and really scrub. Pyro was singing again, and by the time they were done Spy couldn’t feel his fingers.
He collapsed into one of the chairs and patted his vest for his cigarettes but he heard Pyro make a noise of disagreement. Spy cracked open an eye.
“Come on.” When Pyro’s hands didn’t leave his hips, Spy rolled his eyes and let his hand drop away. “Fine.”
The main doors opened and Scout’s loud voice echoed in the halls. Spy turned in time to see Scout’s blur. Scout slapped Pyro’s shoulder.
“Way to get the dishes done, bud.” Pyro’s muffled voice and gesturing made Scout turn to Spy. “You helped?”
Spy shrugged and the rest of the team came in with heavy grocery bags that they left on the table. Sniper came in last with a plastic bag and he tossed it at Pyro. When Pyro dumped it out, there were different types of greens and herbs. Engineer and Scout were talking, Engineer jotting down conversions, which Scout tacked on the wall above the stove.
Sniper stood beside Spy and smirked.
“You’re in for a treat. No one cooks like Pyro.” Spy raised his eyebrows because he never would have guessed. Then again, no one guessed anything about Pyro. “I’m goin’ out for a smoke.”
It hadn’t been an invitation but Spy got up anyway and followed Sniper outside. The sun was starting to sink, and it would be behind the mountains soon. They both tapped out cigarettes from their own stash. Sniper flicked open his lighter and lit Spy’s first before lighting his own.
Spy closed his eyes and let out a long, smoky exhale. He let his head lean back to hit the side of the fort and Sniper laughed.
“Pyro didn’t let you smoke, did he?” When Spy shook his head and Sniper laughed louder. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t do dishes with ‘im.”
There was a burst of Scout’s laughter from inside and Spy would have looked inside but he’d missed his cigarettes too much.
“What’s going on? Some sort of community dinner?”
Sniper shrugged and lit Spy’s second cigarette.
“If that’s what you want to call it. Pyro’s got the talent and Scout knows how to cook for a lot of people. Together they could feed families without anything tasting rushed.”
Spy was silent and he felt a pang of guilt for being too harsh to Scout. He was just a kid, after all. They stood in silence, enjoying the smoke and sunset. Scout ran out later, a ratty apron tied around his waist.
“Come on, fags, dinner’s ready!” Scout’s charm was unique, but Sniper smiled and followed the kid inside. Spy hated to admit that as soon as he walked inside his mouth watered and his stomach clenched… he was so hungry. The aroma from the giant pot in the center of the table made Spy think of France, of the food that melted in a man’s mouth and would make noises of pleasure bubble up in their throats. Everyone was already seated and Spy’s seat was next to Sniper’s. Scout served them all angel hair pasta with crumbled bits of basil and the shimmer of a cheese sauce made Spy’s knees weak. “All right. Dig in!”
The pasta was even better than it smelled. Spy almost choked, he wanted to scarf it all down like a barbarian. His tongue told him that seasoned chefs who made the pasta themselves by hand had prepared his dinner. Spy knew it wasn’t true. He knew that Scout had found the best deals on buying the cheapest pasta in bulk, as well for the rest of the ingredients.
It was stupefying, but Spy wasn’t complaining and when he went for seconds Pyro seemed to titter with pride while Scout grinned. Spy noticed that everyone had drinks they had bought, beer that had substance and scotch. They must have bought it while they were out shopping. When Spy sat back down after serving himself again, a bottle of opened red wine was waiting for him.
Sniper was tossing away the cork that he’d pulled out with one of his knives. He smiled and shrugged at Spy’s raised eyebrows.
“Better than the beer, I figured.” Sniper scratched the back of his neck; his aviators sliding down his nose. “But I don’t know much about wine so I hope it’s not terrible.”
No one had glasses; they drank straight from the bottle. Spy tipped the bottle back and the wine the washed over his tongue was not the best he’d ever had. It could have been smoother and Spy could tell that the wine was relatively new.
It tasted fantastic and he was grinning in spite of his pride. Sniper smiled back, his shoulders relaxing—
Demoman knocked into Spy and instead of apologizing he looped his arm around Spy’s shoulder—his accent so slurred that there was no hope in understanding. The Soldier, who was sitting next to Demoman, didn’t seem to have a problem with comprehending the Scotsman, and it was the first time that Spy had seen Soldier grin so wide.
When Spy turned to glance over his shoulder, Sniper was chatting with Engineer, Heavy was keeping the Medic upright; apparently the German was a lightweight. Pyro and Scout were already collecting the dishes, and Spy’s attention was pulled back to the Demoman when he began to sing a song about the Loch Ness Monster.
Spy’s smile remained and later he found he didn’t mind.
Spy was following the RED Heavy, their elbows rubbing. It was difficult to get rid of the RED Medic without the enemy Heavy noticing, like their BLU counterparts they were nearly inseparable. Keyword: nearly. Pyro had roasted the RED Medic alive and Spy squeezed the firebug’s shoulder before slipping his mask on and running to join RED Heavy’s side. Spy took a sick sort of pleasure out of crying out Heavy’s name with a perfect German accent—watching the big Russian turn around only to be faced with The Ambassador. The last thing he would see was RED Medic smirking before pulling the trigger.
It wasn’t easy work, but no high paying job was. Spy ran and pulled out his Demoman mask.
To say that BLU had a strategy would be… pushing it. It was all well and good to meet and discuss strengths and weaknesses, and Soldier always led all those discussions, but chaos tended to rule the battlefield. Spy considered himself lucky if he found windows to slide into a RED role.
The announcement that BLU had captured the RED intelligence made Spy smirk. He saw Scout with the suitcase strapped to his back and Spy took off his mask and covered the boy as he ran back to the BLU side. Spy managed to take down their Soldier—but right as he was done delivering the final blow—a barrage of bullets ate away at his spine.
Spy twisted and fell, and he saw the RED Heavy and Medic. He figured he had that coming.
He came out of Respawn right as the battle was declared over. He ran his gloved fingers over his stomach. He couldn’t help it, the sensation of that burning metal was so fresh in his mind.
He walked outside in time to get a high-five from Scout. He patted himself from his cigarettes and when he couldn’t find them he cursed—they must have been dropped somewhere between the first bullet and the fiftieth. He was about to turn to go inside when a sharp whistle rang out before a pack of cigarettes hit him in the chest.
Spy looked up to see Sniper smiling at him.
“I saw what happened out there. It was a damn shame I didn’t see it sooner.” Sniper flicked his lighter open and lit Spy’s cigarette before taking the pack back. “I got ‘em, but it was too late.”
Spy offered Sniper a crooked smile.
“The thought is appreciated.”
Sniper tipped his hat, and they both laughed as they leaned against the wall and smoked. Spy knew he was falling into a pattern and getting comfortable. He wondered if that should worry him.
Next to him, Sniper took off his gloves and pushed them in his pocket. Spy tried to ignore it but his skin began to itch.
He’d been dreaming about Sniper for weeks. And last night Spy had dreamed he’d sucked on Sniper’s fingers like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do in the world. Every morning he’d wake up either unbearably hard or already sticky and flushed.
Spy wasn’t new to homosexuality, not even close, but he was new to how… passive he seemed to be in the dreams. Spy was used to being the one giving the directions, to taking a man and losing himself in the feel of another’s body. He’d never been the whimpering mess pressed against the mattress with another man inside of him. He hadn’t even thought of it… until he’d gotten to the base.
When Sniper squeezed his shoulder Spy jumped.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, spook.”
His fingers left hot trails when they fell away. Spy only stayed because he didn’t trust his knees to support him if he were to walk with him. He blew out smoke and someone chuckled right in front of him.
“How touching—” Spy had the Ambassador out and pointed right where the voice had come from. There was red smoke and he found himself staring directly into the eyes of his counterpart. His gun was also drawn. “Easy, new fish, the battle is over.”
As if to prove a point, the RED Spy put his gun away. Spy didn’t lower his weapon.
“What are you doing here?”
RED Spy raised his eyebrows but didn’t demand that Spy take his gun off him. He didn’t put his hands up either. Instead, he let out a smoky exhale.
“I’ve come to see if you were interested in some work that’s more interesting than fighting day after day.”
Spy felt his fingers twitch, and he lowered the gun slightly.
RED Spy grinned around his cigarette.
“Help me catch the Wolf.”
Spy rolled his eyes and aimed his gun at RED Spy’s forehead.
“Are all REDs so superstitious? There is no Wolf. If this is some initiation you’re wasting your time. You won’t fool me—”
“You mean you haven’t seen it yet?” RED Spy’s eyes widened and then he started laughing hysterically. “Looks like you’ve made an enemy. You’ve been in plenty of tight spots, but the Wolf hasn’t come for you.” The other Spy wiped his eyes. “Sometimes people just have bad luck.”
“You have ten seconds to get back to your side of the base.” RED Spy stopped laughing, an ugly scowl twisting underneath his cloth mask. Spy pressed the barrel of his gun against the other Spy’s forehead. “Go.”
Red smoke flew up and the RED Spy was gone. He spoke only once, already putting distance between himself and Spy’s gun.
“If you change your mind, and it would be wise if you do, I’ll be waiting.”
A few crunches of sand later, and the enemy Spy was gone. Spy lowered his gun and hated that his fingers were shaking.
There was another moment of down time between battles and Spy told himself it was coincidence that he was up on the roof with Sniper and not because he’d been purposely staking out the spot telling himself he was helping Sniper stay alive. He climbed up the ladder and de-cloaked as a way of greeting. Sniper didn’t turn around, his eye still trained on the scope.
“Bloody hot today. How do you keep your mask on in this heat?”
Spy sat on the ledge and looked over the former warzone that was currently a temporary cease-fire zone. Spy lit up a cigarette.
“I can’t exactly take it off, that would defeat the purpose of me coming here.” He sighed, smoke swirling into the air. “How did you know it was me coming up the ladder?”
Sniper sat back from the lens and smirked at Spy.
“Could smell those fancy cigarettes of yours.”
It wasn’t fair that Spy had dreamed of that smirk pressing into his inner thigh before Sniper dragged his tongue along his cock. It made Spy shift and struggle to not shiver. The cigarettes helped.
“I thought your eyes were supposed to be your strongest sense, not your nose.” Sniper chuckled and ducked his head down a little. Spy smiled at that strange, almost boyish gesture of bashfulness. They were sitting closer now, and Spy tried not to think about the way Sniper’s knee would touch his sometimes. How he’d dreamt about those same legs and how they would be separating his so that all Spy could do was grind up against him, desperate and yearning for any contact whatsoever. Sniper cracked his knuckles and Spy bit his lip to hold back the whimper—the same whimper he’d let out when those fingers pressed against his neck so that Sniper could suck a bruise onto the sensitive skin. “Have you seen… this Wolf that I’ve been hearing about?”
Sniper shook his head before he took off his hat so he could scratch at his hair.
“Nah.” Sniper took out his own cigarette and Spy lit it for him. “It never came for me. But the rest of the team swears by it.” Sniper shrugged and his easygoing smile made Spy feel even worse for asking. “Before you came, I was the newest one here. At first I thought they were just messin’ with me… but they all really seem to believe it. Why? Did you see it?”
Spy shook his head quickly.
“Of course not.”
What bothered Spy the most was that the dreams didn’t reflect what he usually found… desirable when it came to his dealings with men. Spy was accustomed to the low lighting in an upper class bar, to that subtle touch on another man’s knee and feeling him shiver and stare at Spy’s lips. Spy would live for that rush—that feeling he’d get when the other man would run his tongue over his lip, still unsure and unaware that Spy was the hunter and the man was the prey. It was a rush, leaning close and whispering Spy’s intent into his mark’s ear, hearing the other man’s throat stumble over a soft moan because never before had he allowed himself to cave into such desires. But Spy had, and Spy was going to enlighten his target to a whole other side to sex.
Spy enjoyed the chase, the thrill of capturing and getting what he wanted. His dreams of Sniper… it wasn’t Spy doing the hunting. If anything—Spy felt like he was the one being hunted.
The intercom clicked on and they both jumped and looked at each other—except because they were so close their noses almost touched. Spy’s heart thudded in his chest as Sniper’s eyes widened.
Spy felt like grinning because Sniper’s cheeks were pink and Spy could see his eyes clicker down to Spy’s lips even behind the aviators. The Announcer’s voice echoed across the field but Spy wasn’t paying attention to that. He was more focused on how he was leaning forward, a smoky smirk on his lips. Sniper froze, but more importantly, he stayed exactly where he was.
They were so close and he could feel Sniper shivering. Finally, finally, Spy was back in control.
The Announcer began her countdown and Spy spoke so that his lips would occasionally brush against Sniper’s in an entirely teasing manner.
“Ah, what bad luck, cher. Another time, bushman.”
Spy activated his cloaking device and pulled back, savoring the moment where Sniper leaned forward to chase that pressure—but stopped himself and growled, his eyes dark and his cheeks flushed. Spy was heading back toward the ladder and he heard the muffled “Bastard,” called out after him. Spy just smiled and got ready for another battle, thinking that now the ridiculous dreams would stop.
That night, when Spy woke up coming with his own fingers crooking desperately inside of himself wishing they were Sniper’s, Spy began to think perhaps it was something serious.
I am loving this.
why would you do that why are you toying with my emotions
Why would you leave us on that note?! Haha. I'll just be here, patently (or not so patently) refreshing this page until you update again.
Seriously, I love the amount of buildup this is, I can't wait for the wolves big reveal.
Hnnng! Fuck, if I don't love a tease!
I absolutely love your portrail of spy and what personality we've seen of him! Can't wait to read more!
Thanks for the kind words! I hope you enjoy the update! All thoughts and criticisms are welcome!
It didn’t take a genius to tell that it was unwise to mix work with pleasure, especially if the work was high paying and had the employees remain completely anonymous with each other. Spy knew that Sniper thought of himself as a professional, that he valued his career and reputation.
That didn’t stop Sniper from showing up at the showers the next night. Spy had run the showers hot that night, and it was so similar to that first dream that he hoped the mask would hide his blush.
Sniper stalked up to him and kissed him without any pretense or dramatic build-up that was constantly in the movies. He just pressed his lips against Spy’s, his tongue running over his lower lip and Spy was more than ready to part his lips.
Spy felt himself moving backwards until his back hit the wet tiles. The fog billowed around them and Spy was overwhelmed with the smoky, spicy scent that was unique to Sniper. He managed to capture Sniper’s tongue and when he sucked on it lightly he was rewarded with a low, guttural growl that made Spy’s knees shake. Not that he’d ever admit it.
When Sniper began to pull back, Spy’s teeth nipped at his lips. Sniper shivered, but continued his annoying determination to stop kissing Spy.
“If you don’t want to—”
Spy almost rolled his eyes but stopped himself once he saw the look on Sniper’s face. His cheeks were red and his lips were bruised and chapped—and even his arms shook as he held Spy’s shoulders to the wall. They could have just kept kissing and finished their unspoken desires, but Sniper wanted to make absolutely sure.
He was giving Spy the opportunity to think about it, to back out and go back to his room to jerk off and let his dreams overtake him—to remain a professional.
Spy let his fingers tickle the hairs on the back of Sniper’s neck, fondling the leather string that held the tooth around his neck.
“Please.” Sniper still didn’t move and for the first time Spy felt apprehensive. “Unless you don’t want me—”
Sniper shuddered and he smiled.
“Oh, I want you, spook.”
Spy did roll his eyes that time and writhed against Sniper so that the other man had to swallow a moan.
Sniper immediately obeyed and Spy suddenly wished he had teased Sniper a whole lot sooner. The Australian lifted Spy up so that he had no choice to wrap his legs around Sniper’s hips. It pressed them together, their still clothed erections rubbing against each other—and Spy arched his back, his head bumping against the tiles.
A short burst of pain blossomed at the back of his head but he quickly forgot about it because Sniper’s tongue dragged along the side of his neck. He sucked on Spy’s pulse, making Spy’s hips buck against his. Sniper chuckled darkly, his one hand reaching between them to pop both of their flies open.
“Careful now, spook.”
Sniper’s hand wrapped around both of their erections and the world became fuzzy around the edges. If Spy had any of his wits about him (which, at that time, he didn’t), he would have been ashamed at the high-pitched whine that had left his throat at that moment. Sniper’s thumb swiped over the already wet head of Spy’s cock and vulgar French poured out of Spy’s mouth.
“Be quiet.” Sniper smiled, his cheeks bright pink. “You’ll wake the whole bloody fort.”
Spy smirked at Sniper and bit his lower lip, making the man groan and thrust against him.
Sniper growled again and his other hand covered Spy’s mouth. If Spy wasn’t so focused on the feeling of calloused skin rubbing over his sensitive cock, he might have noticed that Sniper was able to keep them both upright with very limited grip. In fact, Spy might have been able to deduce that such strength would have been highly improbable with Sniper’s bodyweight.
However, he was too busy moaning against Sniper’s fingers and bucking into his tight grasp to notice. His thighs trembled and Sniper’s head ducked down and his teeth bit Spy’s shoulder.
Spy’s eyes flew open and just like that, it was over. His bucked up into Sniper’s grip and whimpered against his fingers, white spots dancing in his vision before he went slack.
It didn’t take Sniper long after that, only two or three more thrusts before he was grunting into Spy’s skin. Not that Spy noticed. He was still floating slowly downward back to earth. He didn’t even notice that Sniper had slowly maneuvered Spy’s legs so they weren’t squeezing Sniper’s waist so tightly, he only came to when his toes touched the chilly water.
Spy twitched and Sniper smiled against his lips.
“You all right, mate?”
Spy nodded but his legs were shaking too much to get a decent footing. Sniper smiled, the kind of smile you’d flash a kid who’d put his shoes on the wrong feet. Spy was too dizzy and drunk on endorphins to feel embarrassed. Sniper tucked Spy’s spent and now flaccid cock into his pants and buttoned them before fixing his own jeans.
“Come on.” Sniper lifted him up and carried him like a husband would carry his bride, and he walked them out of the showers. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Maybe it was the new feel of it, maybe it was being dominated, or maybe Spy hadn’t had great sex in a long time—but he felt absolutely exhausted in the best way. It took Sniper a few moments to get Spy’s door open, but once he did, he kicked it closed behind him. Spy remembered hitting the mattress and grimacing when he felt Sniper’s fingers unbuttoning his jeans again. He grabbed Sniper’s wrist in a firm but still trembling grip. Sniper looked up at him.
“Just takin’ your pants off, spook. You don’t want to sleep in them, trust me.”
Spy smiled weakly.
Sniper ducked his head down again, like he’d been the one carried back to his room and tucked in like a child. Sniper shimmied Spy’s pants off and took the time to fold them before tossing them in the hamper. He drew up the blankets and ran his fingers along the edge of Spy’s mask.
“See you tomorrow, spook.”
He left and Spy closed his eyes and drifted off into the sea of unconsciousness.
Approximately five hours later Spy jerked awake much more awake and sane. His mask was crooked from his sleep but that didn’t stop his face from becoming absolutely scarlet.
He’d… he’d lost his mind. He must have gone insane—he let the bushman carry him back to his bedroom. He’d allowed himself to be tucked in, to have control completely taken away from him…
It had also been one of the best orgasms of Spy’s life.
Spy got up and his thighs ached from squeezing Sniper’s waist. He pulled on his pants, grimacing when he felt his dried come on the inside of them. He didn’t have time to wash them, and the rest of the team wouldn’t notice. He was out of his room in record time just as The Announcer began to count down. Soldier barked at him, warning him not to be late. Spy ignored him as Scout and Demoman did a chest bump.
He rested his fingers on his cloaking device, his heart beating calmly, and then a smoky voice jarred him from his pre-battle calm.
“How are you feelin,’ spook?”
Spy didn’t blush because he wasn’t a thirteen-year-old girl. He bit the inside of his cheek and tightened his hand into a fist.
“Fine. And yourself?”
Any moment now the battle would begin and they would be elbow deep in blood and pain. But in that sliver of time there was room for subtle flirtation and Spy stole a glance at Sniper.
The man was flushed and grinning like they weren’t in a never-ending warzone but in the kind of dimly lit bar where Spy would whisper into his ear about all the ways they could tumble into bed together. It made Spy’s stomach clench pleasantly. Sniper had to stop smiling or the others might notice.
Spy smiled and the countdown was over. He cloaked himself and became invisible as Sniper hoisted his rifle over his shoulder and took off to go find a great view of the battlefield.
As Spy darted around he noticed something odd. The RED Spy was nowhere to be found. Spy double-checked his team and warned them all once he ran into them to keep an eye out, but the little sneak wasn’t anywhere. It made Spy edgy. And that wasn’t the only problem.
RED Heavy and RED Medic weren’t changing positions. They were almost completely stationary in one corner of the base, a hallway that just looped around but if Spy got too close they’d gun him down.
The first day, Spy didn’t say anything. He thought it was a fluke. The REDs never made much sense anyway, and the less he saw of their Spy, the better.
Spy and Sniper were outside after dinner, smoking and letting the sun set below the mountains. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it still made Spy shiver every time their shoulders brushed together. Spy couldn’t stop staring at the way Sniper’s lips curled around the smoke, at how long and dexterous his fingers were.
He knew he’d been caught when Sniper blew smoke out of his nostrils and licked his lips.
“My place or yours?” Sniper shrugged like it didn’t matter. “You can be louder if we go to my camper… and it’s closer.”
Spy raised his eyebrows and tossed his cigarette into the sand.
“What makes you think I will the be loud one this time?”
Sniper’s confident smile fell only for a moment before it returned. He looked absolutely predatory and Spy made sure to return the smile ten-fold. They made sure to walk, not run, to Sniper’s camper, and Spy was cloaked the entire time. The sky was a deep indigo and Sniper opened the door and Spy slipped inside before him.
This time it was Sniper up against the wall of the cramped camper. He might have bumped the bushman against a few pots and pans, but Sniper didn’t seem to mind judging by how enthusiastically he returned Spy’s affections. Spy dipped his tongue into Sniper’s mouth, savoring his smoky taste. Sniper pulled back so he could kiss down Spy’s jaw and lick down his neck. Spy savored it before he pushed Sniper back firmly.
“No, mon cher. You had your fun last time.” Spy directed him to the bed. It was so small, barely big enough for Sniper, but it would have to do. Spy let his body lay down over Sniper’s and he tore open Sniper’s shirt. When the man protested, Spy smirked. “It looked like rubbish on you, trust me.”
Spy kissed down Sniper’s chest, feeling the low, rumbling growl growing beneath his skin. It made Spy’s already hard cock twitch.
“Spook, I want—” Spy’s lips dragged over Sniper’s denim-covered erection. Sniper’s hips jerked and his head flew back against the mattress. “Oh Christ, I want—I want—”
“I know what you want.”
Spy unbuttoned Sniper’s jeans. The inside of Sniper’s thigh tasted strong the way Spy thought it would. The rest of him tasted even better.
The desert sun beat own on Spy’s back the next day. He still hadn’t seen a hint of the RED Spy and he was starting to get nervous. He ducked behind the wall and bumped into Sniper.
The Australian’s shoulder was bleeding heavily but he didn’t make a show of it. Spy supposed it was normal not to care too much about mortal wounds now. He swallowed.
Sniper tipped his hat, biting down the hiss from the pain in his arm.
“Afternoon.” A barrage of grenades exploded nearby. Sniper and Spy moved away quickly. “You left quickly yesterday.” They ducked down because the debris was really close to them. Sniper grimaced, his bad arm shoving Spy down. “I didn’t have the chance to say thank you.”
Spy tried not to hesitate as they ran away from the RED Demoman. The opposite Heavy and Medic were still not moving away from the corner they were protecting. Spy ducked down right before a bullet tore over him. Sniper didn’t see it coming—and he was down. The sight of death shouldn’t have affected Spy even before he became a member of the BLU team.
Even though he shouldn’t have felt anything at the sight of Sniper’s temporarily dead body, Spy’s throat tightened and he forced himself to turn around and keep moving.
Fire and smoke was thick in the air and Spy barely made it to Soldier.
“Something’s wrong!” Spy took shelter with Soldier and Demoman. “Their Spy has been missing since yesterday!”
Before any of them could answer a grenade landed at their feet—and that was it. They came to in the Respawn room with The Announcer’s voice degrading them for losing. Sniper jogged in, his head not in several pieces on the ground. Spy felt something unclench just by seeing him.
“Blimey.” Sniper dragged his hand down his face. “That could have gone better.”
The team gathered together and Spy felt tired. Soldier was calling them losers, but he was going to make dinner anyway. They all filed in the kitchen and Sniper handed Spy his half-empty wine bottle without saying a word. Spy took it, grateful, and was about to sit down when someone squeezed his arm.
Pyro was there, and his or her muffled voice sounded distressed. He kept shaking Spy’s arm until his shoulder was numb, gesturing wildly and Spy was about to tell Pyro to think of writing it down if it was so damn important—when he understood the name Pyro kept repeating.
Spy’s eyes darted around and his heart felt like it weighed two pounds. Everyone was muttering about the loss and his skin went cold. He spoke before he could stop himself.
“Gentlemen…” Spy felt cold under his mask and Pyro was still squeezing his arm. “Where is Scout?”
So happy there was an update! I absolutely love this story. Looking forward to seeing more!
.... Damn you anon post number 18. I thought there was a second update. I shall kill you in the night when you least expect it....
Chill out. You can't expect people to sage for a story that was updated yesterday. Saging is for stories that are at least a few days old.
Anyway, as for the story itself... To be honest, I find the characterization of Spy a little perplexing. Still, points for originality. And I did like the sex scene.
I wonder if the disappearance of RED Spy and BLU Scout has anything to do with Scout's mom. I'm pretty fond of the RED Spy/BLU Scout's Mom pairing, so I hope her two guys didn't try to kill each other or anything like that.
Woah plot. I was not expecting the Scout to go missing.
I'd also like to point out that Spy would be more likely to slip into French than to spout out English slang like "yeah" (as he did in the shower scene in the first post). Just a minor thing.
Thanks so much for your comments, I hope I still can entertain with this update. Let me know what you think!
There was a burst of chaos when the team went to search the fortress for the wiry kid but Spy already knew that they wouldn’t find him. He kept staring out of the blinds covering the windows and Sniper was the first one to come back for him.
“I didn’t find the little bugger anywhere—”
“Of course you didn’t. No one will.” Spy had smoked through his entire pack and Sniper replaced it with his own without a word. “Something isn’t right over there. I haven’t seen the RED Spy.”
Distant shouts grew closer, each member of the team checking in with each other. Spy rubbed his arms and he couldn’t take his eyes away from that ordinary corridor that the RED Heavy and RED Medic had been guarding. Soldier slammed his hand down on the table.
“This insubordination will not stand!”
Pyro went on a tirade, making the Soldier’s eyes widen and take a step back Pyro’s the rubber finger poked his chest repeatedly. Heavy pulled Pyro back, which made the firebug lash out and hit the Russian right on the nose. Heavy stumbled back and knocking over Demoman. Medic started shouting and Spy felt sick.
It wasn’t that Scout and Spy were particularly close, but the fact that he’d been taken from right under their noses made his skin crawl. There wasn’t any other place for the boy to be… except the RED base. Scout wouldn’t try and run and he’d never abandon the funds he never kept and sent directly to a private address in Boston. With death no longer a sufficient threat… what could the REDs want with Scout?
Spy’s fingers were skimming over his cloaking device when Sniper grabbed his wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Sniper’s thumb brushed over Spy’s pulse. Spy firmly removed Sniper’s hand and cleared his throat and raised his voice above the chaos.
“Quiet!” It worked, surprisingly. Spy wasn’t feeling entirely confident as he spoke to the temporarily calmed team. “Give me two hours to see if I can find Scout in the RED base. After that, do whatever you want.”
Pyro growled something that sounded like, “Burn it to the ground.” Spy went outside and he wasn’t entirely surprised when Sniper followed him out. He smoked his cigarette fast and tried not to think about what he was about to do. He distracted himself by wondering what made Sniper so special compared to the other men. Spy usually got tired of a lover fairly quickly, the longest fling he’d had lasted two nights. Just being close to Sniper still had Spy’s heart pounding.
“You sure about this, spook?”
The embers from his cigarette lit Sniper’s eyes in a dim glow. Spy smirked.
“No.” Spy activated his cloak. “See you in two hours.”
Spy jogged across the desert, not displacing a grain of sand as he navigated through the dark to the RED base. He went right where the RED Heavy and Medic had been, and he took his time in the hallway. He felt along the wall and floor, and when he got to the corner, the wall hummed under his touch. Spy frowned and as he spread his hands over the humming plate, his fingers spreading out around the edges, the plate hissed and pushed back into the wall. Spy froze.
Nothing happened after a minute. Spy pushed and the wall swung open. It was nearly seamless but Spy would have noticed eventually due to the cold air rushing from the cracks. He ducked inside, lowering his legs down four feet until they touched the ground. Spy slipped inside and edged along a dug out stairs and there was only one way to go… down.
His heart was pounding and he pressed his leather gloves against the dirt and let his instinct guide him further down into the dark. The air got colder the further down Spy went and he arrived at a locked door. If Spy knew the layout of the tunnel, if he could find another way in, he would have. But he felt along the walls and there wasn’t a vent for him to squeeze through. Spy swore and dug in his pocket for the thin tools he used to pick locks.
When he heard the lock click open, he waited to get shot or for the door to slam into his face because a RED kicked it down. When none of that happened, Spy pushed the door open.
There was a bright, harsh light that reminded Spy of the dentist, it was that luminescent. He had to shield his eyes and at first, and that was the reason why a chocked voice surprised him.
“Who’s there?” Spy battled the light and saw that Scout was below it, bound to a chair. His eyes were wide, wild, and glassy in a way that made Spy’s stomach clench into a tight knot. “Oh God, please, who’s there?”
Spy had seen many people in various states of torture; he’d readily admit that he’d practiced the dark art itself several times before. But he froze when he saw Scout in that chair. The boy didn’t even look that bad, he had a bloody nose and a cut lip, but that was all. If anything, Scout was lucky to be so in tact given how long he had been gone.
Spy revealed himself and Scout hiccupped and began thrashing in his chair.
“No, no, I already told you, don’t know anything—!”
Spy covered Scout’s mouth with his gloved hand, pressing down so that Scout’s screamed were muffled. The boy was crying, his eyes bloodshot and his skin jumping under Spy’s touch.
“Boy—” Spy stopped because it had been so long since he’d felt a heart-stopping fear, the kind that Scout must have been paralyzed with. Spy had forgotten what it was like to lose your mind to the terror of the unknown. His heart twisted and he flicked Scout’s nose, making the kid pause between sobs. “Scout… it’s me. Spy. BLU Spy, your Spy.” Scout’s wild eyes locked with Spy’s, and Spy nodded. “I came to find you. Be quiet so they don’t come back.”
A choked hiccup and trembling nod made Spy remove his hand. Scout sniffed and when he spoke his voice cracked.
Spy was already moving to the rope, and with a few expert tugs, Scout was freed. The boy stood up, his legs shaking like a newborn foal’s. Spy grabbed Scout’s elbow to keep the boy from falling over and Spy wished that he had a tender side to him that hadn’t been snuffed out from… life.
Spy opened the door when distant voices from the other side of the room, from the other door—drifted through. Scout’s face became ashen and his eyes flickered from side to side.
“They’re coming, oh god—”
Spy fumbled for one of his masks and adjusted the settings on his device. In a plume of blue smoke, Spy became a calmer BLU Scout. He shoved Scout through the door.
He tried to keep the panic out of his voice and he closed and locked the door. Spy sprinted back to the chair and sat down and quickly tied up his ankles. He’d only gotten out of knots with his hands behind his back, never the other way around. He only dropped the rope once, and he looped it over and over the way he remembered it had been around Scout’s wrists. He tightened the knot right as the door opened.
The RED Medic and RED Spy came in. Spy made his breathing shallow and blinked so that his eyes appeared wet as Scout’s had been. He made his lips tremble but he kept quiet as the RED Medic circled him like a hawk. The RED Spy stared at him and Medic quickly jabbed Spy in the side with his thumb. It didn’t hurt, no more than it would rough housing with old friend, but Spy thought of Scout’s almost unnatural fear.
Spy shrieked and the enemy Medic nodded.
“Very good.” The German leaned in close to Spy, so close that he could feel the man’s breath fan out over his cheek. “You better do your best to remember, boy.” Spy trembled and let tears fall down his cheek as Medic pulled away. The German turned and nodded at Spy. “He’s ready for you.”
RED Medic left through the door he’d come in. Spy kept staring at his counterpart, and as soon as the door closed the RED Spy sighed.
“I hope you’re not in too much pain, boy.” The RED Spy stepped forward and Spy was already leaning as far back as he could manage in his chair. His enemy paused but then frowned. “I know you don’t trust me, but if you want the pain to end you’ll have to trust me.”
When the RED Spy pulled a syringe out of his jacket’s inner pocket Spy didn’t have to fake his fear.
“No!” Spy shook his head. “Please, please don’t.”
It was no surprise that the RED Spy didn’t listen and he grabbed Spy’s arm and jabbed the needles in, causing a puff of blue smoke to go up. Whatever had been in the syringe sank into Spy’s skin and his counterpart jerked back.
The syringe clattered to the floor. Spy squeezed his eyes shut.
The RED Spy grimaced.
“It couldn’t have been you the whole time.”
The world had gone fuzzy… and Spy could feel his heartbeat becoming a lazy thud in his chest. Spy blinked but his eyes wouldn’t open once they closed.
Spy’s world went dark.
A dull explosion and falling sand woke Spy up. He blinked, blowing the bits of sand out of his face. His throat was dry and he couldn’t tell how long he’d been sleeping. He tried to struggle against the binds, to slip out of them, but his limbs felt like they were filled with stones.
He smacked his lips together, and he looked down at his legs.
They were skinny and he was wearing beat up cleats. Spy’s eyes widened. He was disguised as Scout again. There was another explosion and more sand fell down from the ceiling.
Spy’s fingers ached when he bent them, but he gnashed his teeth through it and forced them to bend and twist. It took three times the time it should for him to get out of his binds, but once his hands were free he smiled even though he couldn’t feel his face. He bent down after two tries, freed his ankles.
Spy pulled off his Scout mask and cloaked himself. He opened the back door and had to half step, half crawl up the dark stairs. He found the panel that had opened for him however long ago that had been, and he hit it weakly with his fists until he got it to hiss open.
Bright sunlight made Spy grimace as he fell out of the hidden passageway. He smelled smoke and gunpowder. He heard men shouting—they were fighting again. The War kept going. Spy’s legs were shaking like he’d forgotten how to walk. How long had he been out?
He slumped against the wall and his cloaking device shorted out for a moment.
Even though it nearly blinded him, Spy had to go out into the sun. He had to get out of the RED base. A spray of sand stung his face, and he didn’t know what it was from only that it brought a fierce heat with it. Spy covered his eyes and just breathed for a moment, and then he smelled smoke—a familiar smoke.
Spy had his knife out and it was a blessing he didn’t fumble it as he lashed out at the space in front of him. It wasn’t a clean cut, but it made the bastard de-cloak and swear.
Spy wouldn’t wait. His limbs weighed him down but he wasn’t going back to that room, he wasn’t going to be injected with whatever was making Spy’s heart thud heavily in his chest. He threw himself forward and drove the knife downward, aiming for the RED Spy’s neck but instead hitting his collarbone. It was enough to make the RED cry out and Spy yanked the knife out and ran. Well, he tried to run, but it ended up being a weird, frantic lope that would have embarrassed him any other day. He couldn’t help that his left leg didn’t want to bend at all.
He knew that he was running through a war. He couldn’t be sure, but there was a chance that the Pyro called out to him.
A hot blade sliced across his back and Spy fell down. He turned in time to roll out of the way of the RED Spy’s next blow. Spy caught the other man’s wrist but he wasn’t strong enough to shake the knife out of his grasp. He had to settle for pushing the RED Spy’s hand back so that his knife didn’t sink into him.
Spy twisted and kicked the RED Spy as hard as he could in the abdomen.
The other man fell back with an “oomf” and Spy dragged himself through the sand, his right leg kicking at the ground as he tried to drag himself away before the RED Spy could get up—but Spy couldn’t get on his legs to work. His hands grappled behind him to drag himself through the sand but he knew he’d never be fast enough.
His arm shook. His elbow jerked and Spy fell. He pushed himself up to see RED Spy grab at Spy’s ankle, his knife still in his hand—
A dark shadow blotted out the sun and then Spy got a face full of fur. He blinked and his blood ran cold when he heard a roar. The sound burned through the air and Spy remembered that the fur moved away from him and the RED Spy started screaming.
It was the Wolf.
Spy’s eyes were wide as the beast tore through the RED Spy like the man was made of tissue paper. It was brutal in a way that Spy had never witnessed. It only stopped when the RED Spy was an unrecognizable lump on the ground. The fighting had stopped, both sides staring with slack jaws as the Wolf snarled and let out a howl that would haunt Spy for the rest of his days.
The beast was unnaturally tall, and it turned its head toward Spy. Spy couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, all he could do was shake in place as the beast’s hot breath washed over him. Its nose was cold against Spy’s neck, and it whined. Spy was able to tear his eyes away from the icy blue eyes long enough to see that the Wolf had something around its neck.
A swinging, leather string with… a crocodile tooth attached.
Whether it was an act of kindness or a betrayal, Spy’s body decided that, at that moment, it would be a good idea to faint.
I KNEW IT! I knew it I knew it I knew it!
And reading it made me very very happy. I squee'd so loud my mother had to poke her head out with concern.
SO. HAPPY. PLEASE CONTINUE.
HOLY SHIT HOLYSHIT YOU ACTUALLY DID IT
Ahhhhhh this fanfic gives me so many feelings I can't even begin to describe!
Does anyone else find the wolf strangely cute?
>>24 Definitely cute. DEFINITELY cute.
I wanna hug it. I bet it'd have really soft, thick fur.
Dangit. Now I have to reread this bit over and over until you post again. Brilliant so far, but please post again soon!
Thank you so much for your thoughts, please let me know what you think about the update!
When Spy opened his eyes he was back in Austria. The woman beside him kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled. Spy’s body ached like he’d just had sex and he smiled at her small hand running down his chest. Her long brown hair draped down her back and she smiled up at him.
“Are you okay, baby?” She pulled at the hair covering his chest, licking her full lips. “You sounded like you had a nightmare.”
Spy smiled and dipped down to kiss those lips, so happy to be awake and out of that hellhole. She ran her tongue over his lips and her manicured fingernails trailed down the back of Spy’s neck, making him shiver. He didn’t want to dwell on dreams; he wanted to lose himself in the body of this woman, if only for that morning before he moved on—
His fingers caught in her hair, but it was no longer silky and smooth. It was coarse and prickly, and Spy froze as her lips pulled back, stretching across her face until all Spy could feel were her sharp teeth. Her jaws snapped together and claws tore at the bed sheets, a monstrous howl filling the room—
This time when Spy jerked awake he was in the Infirmary and his forehead almost hit Scout’s.
“Whoa, whoa, easy.” Scout jumped back. “You almost took off my nose!”
The kid looked better, his eyes were less feverish and his cheeks were rosy again. His eyes were still quick to flicker at any movement, including the Medic, but he was better than he was the last time Spy had seen him. Medic firmly directed Scout away from the bed and his fingers whispered over his chest, his neck, and his wrists.
“You’re doing better.” Medic’s blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “You’ll stay the night here, I want to monitor your fluids.”
Spy grimaced and when he tried to sit up Medic pushed him right back down before leaving briefly to go back into his office. Scout sat in a chair next to Spy’s bed, his foot bouncing.
“I, uh, wanted to thank you for, uh, you know—what you did, back in at the RED base—”
Spy waved away Scout’s gratitude because he didn’t want the boy to blush his way into an early grave.
“Anyone would have done the same.” Scout didn’t call Spy out on the lie so Spy didn’t take it back. Spy’s face itched and when he dragged his fingernails across his cheek. The coarse hair on his face was long enough to make Spy raise his eyebrows. “How long have I been…?”
“Two and a half days.” Scout’s eyes flickered to the door and his shoulders jumped up. It was a nervous tic that Scout might carry with him for a while. “They gave you some crazy shit. Slowed down your heart and everything.”
Spy rubbed his hand over his now steadily beating heart.
“What did they give you?”
Scout’s fingers tangled in the sheets, his foot bouncing, bouncing, and bouncing.
“The opposite of what they gave you. Medic said it was some fucked up cocktail.” Scout laughed even though his smile didn’t reach his eyes or stop his eyes from flickering to the door. “It made everything too bright, man, like… there was adrenalin and shit in there.”
Scout shivered and Spy did too, but not because of the cocktail Scout had been given—but because that the RED Spy had given Spy the antidote thinking that he was injecting Scout. Scout wouldn’t leave until Spy shook his hand, so Spy gave the boy what he wanted so he could have some peace and quiet.
Medic’s hospital beds weren’t known for their comfort. He could hear the doctor in his infirmary, speaking low to a companion who wasn’t as good at whispering as the good doctor. Heavy’s voice made Spy smile and close his eyes, hearing the Russian clumsily stumble over English while Medic’s stern tone melted away into something that was almost kind. He heard chairs scraping and he imagined that they were playing a game of chess, Heavy promising that this would be the last one that night.
Calloused fingers touched his face and Spy’s eyes jerked open and his other hand was out, his knife open and it drew a thin stripe of blood. Sniper leapt back, his fingers red, and Spy could feel his heartbeat hammering away in his chest.
“Oi, mate, I was just checking up on you.” Spy hated that he noticed that Sniper hadn’t shaved and that he did seem pale, like he hadn’t slept. It wasn’t enough to get him to lower the knife or for his heart to quit squeezing itself like it wanted to be as small as possible. “Christ, you have no idea how worried I was—”
Sniper tried to touch Spy’s cheek again, and Spy kept his knife between Sniper’s fingers and Spy’s face.
“Don’t touch me.” Spy sucked in a quick breath. “I will gut you like the animal you are.”
The Australian’s concerned expression dissolved into something darker, and Spy’s grip on his knife tightened.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.”
Spy’s lips curled upwards and he wished he had his cigarettes.
“Maybe the others missed your necklace swaying around the beast’s neck, but I didn’t.” The Sniper’s face fell and after that moment he didn’t have a chance of denying Spy’s claim. When Sniper met Spy’s eyes, he looked… wounded, almost like Spy had stabbed him and twisted the knife. “Get out.”
Spy didn’t put down the knife until after Sniper had closed the door behind him, and even then Spy waited for a full minute until he let the knife fall from his numb fingers and his head drop down to the pillow. When Medic came out later, Heavy trying to be inconspicuous behind him, Spy turned his head to the side, his throat tight.
“Doctor… tell me, before I arrived, was Sniper the newest member of the team?”
Medic snorted and shook his head as he checked Spy’s pillow and sheets.
“Nein, nein. The Engineer was our newest addition before you.”
Heavy cleared his throat, smiling at Spy.
“Sniper was here before I came, he’s been here the longest.”
Medic left with Heavy, either to walk him to his quarters or to stay over for the night. Spy couldn’t stops shaking, and every time he closed his eyes he saw obsidian fur and razor-sharp teeth.
Spy left the Infirmary the next morning, his limbs obeying him though they would tremble every once and a while. When he stepped through the kitchen doors he was almost knocked over by an overly exuberant Pyro. Spy barely kept them from falling over and Pyro was talking a mile a minute and Spy had no hope of understanding him.
He glanced over at the rest of the team, sans Sniper, and Scout was bright red, his face rivaling the color of a tomato.
“Quit it, homo.” Scout pulled his baseball cap down as Pyro released Spy, grabbing the Frenchman’s hand and pulling him to the table. Scout just scoffed. “It’s no big deal.”
Pyro shoved a plate of piping hot food to Spy and Spy couldn’t remember being more hungry in his life as he ate. There were murmurs of his well-being, Soldier went on a rant about the “Damn REDs and their sick morals” but Spy wasn’t listening. He just ate all the food that Pyro was more than happy to provide. When Spy finally came up for air from—he wasn’t sure exactly what but it almost made him cry it was so delicious.
Scout was sipping on a root beer float. Spy cleared his throat.
“Why did the RED Spy take you?”
The murmured conversations around them came to a screeching halt. Scout sniffed and shrugged, his foot still bouncing.
“Askin’ questions about the Wolf.” Spy’s skin tightened over him and his blood turned to ice. Scout kept drinking his float even though that he must have gotten brain freeze. “Told them I didn’t know nothing… but they didn’t believe me.” Scout smiled weakly. “Stupid shit, I know.”
Everyone exchanged looks with each other, because everyone, including Spy now, had encountered the Wolf at least once. They were all vulnerable to whatever plan the REDs had. Scout might not have known anything… but now Spy did.
Pyro slid a root beer float over to Spy. Demoman rolled his eyes.
“What is this blatant favoritism? If I save the brat will I get home made ice cream and soda?”
Pyro said something that didn’t sound very nice. Spy sipped on the shake and it was almost too sweet. He took the glass and walked outside, his boots crunching on the sand. He glanced at Sniper’s camper. It was dark, unassuming, but Spy could feel Sniper inside of it; he could feel that growling beast trapped and just waiting to be set free.
Spy had to turn away from the vehicle because his knees were shaking too hard. He made his way to the back of the base where he climbed a ladder. He knew that he’d feel safer on the roof, because if Sniper or… whatever he really was decided to leave that van, Spy would be the first to see it.
He sat on the edge of the flat roof, his legs dangling off the side. He heard someone kick at the floor fifteen feet behind him. When Spy turned, he saw nothing but a pack of his favorite brand of cigarettes flying at him. He caught them, and he could hear movement inching toward him, but keeping a safe enough distance that if Spy chose to lash out with his knife, the other person would have enough time to get away.
They sat down on the roof, and smoke floated into the air. Spy opened his cigarettes and took out one, lighting it. The familiar, European spice tasted good and he let out a long smoky exhale.
“Scout’s fine, in case you were wondering.” Spy let his heels hit the side of the fort. “Medic slowed down his heart before it could rupture.”
The man a few feet from him grunted, and there was a shimmer of red smoke and Spy was staring at Sniper. His heart stopped and he forced himself to swallow the scream that had lodged in his throat. The RED Spy didn’t notice Spy’s reaction to his disguise and blew out smoke.
“I made a promise to keep the boy safe.”
“Don’t wear that face.” The pseudo-Sniper looked up at Spy quizzically and Spy glared at him. “Any other member of the team, but I won’t talk to you as him.”
The Red Spy only raised one of Sniper’s eyebrows before changing faces and Spy relaxed when the Engineer replaced the bushman.
“Is this better?” Spy nodded and forced his hands to be still as tossed away his ruined cigarette. He took out a fresh one, but the stupid flame on his lighter wouldn’t catch, and he kept trying and trying with no avail. There was a snap and the pseudo-Engineer had struck a match and leaned over to hold the flame under Spy’s cigarette. “Did you and your Sniper get in a tiff?”
Spy leveled this counterpart with a glare that made it clear that there wouldn’t be anything more said on the subject. He took a long drag on his cigarette.
“From where I was sitting, it didn’t look like you were protecting Scout at all.”
It was odd watching the Engineer’s face twist into a frustrated grimace.
“The type of kindness you and I were familiar with doesn’t exist in here. What I could do for a comrade outside, I can’t do in here.” This time, when the RED Spy sighed using the Engineer’s face, Spy could see the weariness his enemy carried with him. “I can only hope that what I do… the choices I make are the best in the end.” The Engineer’s boots hit the side of the fort. “Have you changed your mind about the Wolf?”
Spy had told himself that he was ready to say yes, that turning Sniper over would be the right thing to do. But when the Red Spy stared at him from behind the Engineer’s goggles, Spy’s tongue felt impossibly heavy in his mouth. The RED Spy vanished and stood, and Spy felt his shoulders sink.
“I didn’t answer yet.”
A humorless chuckle drifted farther and farther away.
“When you’ve made up your mind, come find me.”
Spy’s milkshake was a melted mess and he tossed it over the rooftop. He waited five minutes before climbing down the ladder. The showers were free, and he ran the water hot.
He let himself get lost in the steam, his thoughts drifting to the low, intimate conversations Sniper and Spy had shared over cigarettes. Before they’d started to become more… physically acquainted with each other, Spy had still enjoyed the odd but acceptable companionship he had with the Australian.
Still, if Spy let his mind dwell on Sniper for too long, all he could hear was snapping jaws and a bloodthirsty howl.
With a savage twist, Spy turned off the showers and dried himself off with a rough towel. He turned, and he froze in place, his eyes wide.
Sniper stood in the fog, his eyes wide like he hadn’t expected to see Spy there; naked as the day he was born. Spy’s first instinct was to cover his face—the face that he was contracted to keep hidden at all times, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen, a chaotic mixture of memories crippling his ability to move. Sniper’s kisses, the way his skin had felt sliding against Spy’s—the fur, the teeth that could tear through Spy’s bones like butter.
Sniper took a step forward and Spy’s body leapt backwards and he winced when he hit the tiles hard enough to feel a pop in his back. His knife was with his clothes, too far away, and his legs wouldn’t move forward, they kept pressing him against the tiles like if Spy tried hard enough he could sink into the walls. He slid down to the damp floor, his knuckles white and his eyes wide.
The Australian picked up Spy’s mask off the bench and when he turned back toward Spy—his eyes were pained, like he was the one who was afraid.
“I didn’t mean to give you… such a fright.”
Spy’s muscles relaxed slightly, and he took his hands away from his face. He couldn’t see the Wolf in Sniper’s posture… his slumped shoulders and the frown that tugged at his lips and made his eyes look ancient. He’d seen Sniper’s expression before, mostly in dark, smoky pubs.
He… he was lonely. Each step Sniper took was slow so that Spy could see and get ready for Sniper to be close to him again. He gave Spy his mask, and Spy quickly pulled it over his head even if it was pointless now.
Sniper sniffed, and the pain in his eyes vanished. He growled, low and deep in his throat.
“I can smell him on you.” His eyes flashed. “The RED Spy.”
I need more of this asap. this is great I feel to bad for sniper but also for spy. and the other spy! oh my goodness! so many feels. your writing style is amazing and you have me on the edge of my seat waiting for more. i check the chan every day to see if this updated.
As good as Sniper's nose is, I doubt he'd be able to smell RED on the Spy after they did nothing but talk for a few minutes, and since then Spy had removed his clothes and gotten done with a hot shower.
I want moarrrrrrr! So delicious >:D
As for the nose smelling thing, 30. Animals have a great sense of smell. I agree it might not have been as strong after the shower or there at all, but you never know!
Oh my god this fanfic is ridiculously good, I can't even,
I love how sniper and spy actually get to confront each other, because most fics make you wait several chapters while they drag this sort of thing out. And theres this cool supernatural mystery feel. I can't wait to see where this is going, because this is a legitimately good fic.
Every chapter makes me go "whats gonna happen whats gonna happen"
OH MY OH MY this is SO GOOD I am so very eager to read more of it,
Usually a fic like this would annoy me...
But dear God is this ever done right.
I love it. Moar please.
It's possible that Sniper smelled RED on Spy's mask since he probably not washed it before meeting with the Sniper.
Also, OP, you are killing me here with that hurt, lonely Sniper. It is a slow, lovely pain. Please update soon.
Thank you so much for the kind words and criticisms. I hope you all like the update, I'd be happy to hear from you!
If a gale could howl through the showers it would have been appropriate at that moment. Spy could see Sniper’s nostrils flaring and the bushman turned back toward the bench, where Spy’s clothes were folded neatly in a pile. Spy wondered how he couldn’t have seen what Sniper really was before. Once he knew… it was obvious. His eyes, the scar down his face, the way he moved, it was obvious that Sniper belonged in the wild.
Sniper’s hands were clenched into fists but he didn’t make a move toward or away from Spy.
“He has been trying to recruit me to help him catch the Wolf.”
Sniper’s breathing froze and Spy didn’t feel any satisfaction from the flash of fear that skittered across Sniper’s features. He thought it would feel good to have Sniper be the one feeling afraid for once, but it left Spy feeling empty.
His voice sounded hollow. It made Spy feel like the worst, slimiest maggot in the dirt. He squeezed his towel.
“I’m not going to tell him.” Spy glared at the tiles, unable to look Sniper in the eye. “What you are… doesn’t change the fact that you’re on my team, and my contract labels me as a BLU as well. Whether or not people believe me because of my profession, I’m not a traitor.”
When Spy looked up, Sniper was offering his hand. Spy told himself that the only reason he took it was because he didn’t trust his legs to support him and not because he’d missed the feel of Sniper’s calloused hands.
Sniper let him go as soon as Spy was on his feet. Spy went to the bench and pulled on his clothes, not looking over his shoulder to check and see if Sniper was watching. Spy knew he was. He lit a cigarette as he headed out, when he heard a deep rumble.
Spy didn’t turn around, and he imaged that the voice came from the dark, where the only thing you could see were bright blue eyes and shining teeth. He blew out smoke and told himself he was imagining the Wolf’s breath on his neck.
He left and when he went to sleep he didn’t have a nightmare.
It was a long series of weeks where Spy never felt like he slept long enough. Every day he felt more tired than the last no matter how much sleep he ended up getting. On Friday, Spy felt himself making more mistakes than he was comfortable with. He’d just barely dodged the RED Pyro, and when he turned the corner he came face-to-face with the RED Spy.
The hesitation between them both was unprofessional and would gather suspicion if they had an audience. The RED Spy whipped out his knife, and Spy did too—except he dropped his into the sand. He grimaced and got ready for the blade he deserved in his chest.
Three cracking shots rang out and heat seared past Spy’s head.
When time caught up to Spy, he saw his enemy counter-part on the ground, his head strewn out over the sand from three bullets that had roared through the flesh and bone. Spy didn’t have to turn around to know that it had been Sniper. He kept moving and at the end of the day, no team came out as the clear victor. Spy had a few cuts and bruises. He saw that Sniper had a large gash on his forehead; he kept wiping blood out of his eyes.
Usually, after a fight, Medic would be fussing over the most injured and dragging them to the Infirmary. Spy had been on the receiving end of Medic’s scrutinizing eyes more time than he could count. However, Medic didn’t even glance at Sniper and the blood running down his face. Instead, Medic snatched Spy’s wrist, bloodied and bruised, and clucked his tongue.
“Come with me.”
Medic shoved Spy down on a chair and was cutting away Spy’s sleeves before the Frenchman could stop him. Spy hissed as Medic poured alcohol over the wounds and he managed to keep himself from jerking his hand back. Medic was wrapping the gauze around Spy’s wrist when Spy thought about the blood dripping down Sniper’s face and how Medic didn’t even look at him.
“When did you see the Wolf?”
Medic’s hands paused. At first, Spy thought the doctor wouldn’t answer him. Medic wasn’t afraid to tell someone to mind their own business. Instead, Medic sighed and continued wrapping Spy’s wounds.
“It was my second week. It was a long time ago… and Respawn had glitches.” Spy’s blood went cold and Medic caught his eyes long enough to curl his lips in a humorless smirk. “One could never be sure if they were going to come back. We did our best not to die until they got it sorted out… but death, as you know, doesn’t warn you ahead of time when it is coming.”
The doctor paused, and when he turned away, Spy let him have a brief moment before he sat up in the chair.
Medic’s shoulders slumped.
“We were overwhelmed. I was separated from the group, and for a while, with all the noise and blood—it was impossible to find them. It sounds ludicrous but you understand.” Spy nodded. He did understand. “The first person I found was Heavy, and he was almost dead. I put the Medigun on him, but it would take several minutes to get him walking again. On the battlefield, we don’t have seconds, let along minutes. The enemy Soldier and Pyro caught us—and that was when…”
He stopped and looked away before turning on the sink. Medic ran his hands under the water and Spy lit a cigarette.
“That’s when the Wolf rescued you.”
Medic turned around quickly, his eyes icy.
“Wild animals don’t rescue anyone. They can not be trusted and they can not be controlled.” Medic wiped his hands off on his slacks and grimaced. “I don’t care how many of us it has saved.”
Spy stood up.
“Is that why you don’t treat Sniper?”
Medic jumped like an electrical shock went through him. When the Medic turned toward Spy his face was grey. German slipped out of his mouth, too soft to make out but Spy could hear the terror in Medic’s voice. Medic’s mouth moved but his breath was thin, every noise that managed to escape his lips were hoarse wheezes.
Spy watched him panic, then quickly get a grip on himself. Medic turned and ran his fingers through his dark hair, which was starting to go grey at the sides. His breathing evened out, and when he turned his eyes held their usual cold, hard gaze.
“Is he aware you know?” Spy nodded, and Medic’s frown deepened, making him look years older. “You’ll keep this conversation between us?”
Spy dipped his head down.
Medic snapped his gloves back on.
“Good. Now get out of my Infirmary.”
Spy strode out of the office, almost running into Heavy on his way out. He heard the Russian call out Medic’s name, knowing that something was wrong. Heavy looked back to Spy, but he could either chase after the Frenchman or stay with Medic.
Heavy stayed, just as Spy knew he would.
Spy smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes as he kept mulling over the facts.
The RED Spy was right. The rules from the outside world didn’t apply in the war they were caught up in. Protecting an ally was different, and so was bringing down the enemy. In a place where death didn’t factor in, different factors had to be taken into account to make a man remember what it was like to feel fear.
Companionship was not something Spy was used to. Spies, after all, were not known for making and keeping friends. But it was almost impossible not to find a kinship with his men. It made them fight better, when they were able to know how the other would move, what weaknesses they all held. Spy knew that he wasn’t immune to it, the constant company of his teammates. He could tell when Soldier would throw him out of a blast zone or when Pyro knew exactly what food to make for Spy when Spy wasn’t feeling well.
Spy knew all of Demoman’s songs, a mixture of English and slurred drunken murmurs. He knew that Heavy was smarter than he let on to be, and that Medic would sometimes look at Heavy in such a way that Spy would avert his eyes to give that intimacy the privacy it deserved. He would help Scout figure out different ways to say, “I’m okay,” in his letters to his mother. Even Engineer would adjust Spy’s watch after a rough fight.
The stars were out, and Spy remembered he’d once slept with a man who, after they’d spent all night making love, pointed to each constellation and recited their name and meaning. Spy could never see anything more than the beautiful, scattered stars, no matter how many times that man said the shape they were supposed to make.
Spy’s boots crunched against the sand.
The team shared secrets with each other. But Spy, and the Medic as well, were aware of one secret that trumped any drunken slip of the tongue.
He crushed his last cigarette under his heel and knocked on the flimsy door.
The first thing Spy learned in his career was that fear was something to be squashed at any cost. There would always be an anxiety, of getting caught, but true fear made a man weak.
Spy would not allow himself to become weak.
The door opened, and Sniper’s aviators slid down his nose when his eyes landed on Spy. A crisp wind blew right through Spy’s bones. Sniper inhaled sharply, and Spy wondered what the Australian could smell on him. Spy shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“It’s cold out. Invite me in.”
Sniper’s lips curled into a crooked but wary smile.
“As you wish, spook.”
The man stepped to the side, and Spy didn’t let himself hesitate before going inside.
Perfect fanfic? You've made it
OM NOM NOM NOM <3 Was so happy to see an update >:D
You probably shouldn't use emotes like that here anon 38. Its frowned upon and makes you look like you aren't old enough to be on this site. Just giving you a heads up for future posting.
I physically cannot stop myself re-reading this fanfiction over and over. This is the standard I now judge all other fanfics by!
This is just a polite reminder to please type "sage" into the email field if the fic hasn't been updated for a few days or more. I was very excited at the thought that this fic had updated, but it hadn't been.
It is one of the greatest ones I've read here so far, though!
There are definitely grammatical errors and awkward sentences (even whole paragraphs) in this fic, but I do really like the story.
I love this fanfiction! Sniper has a certain wild charm and i‘ve never seen spy from your point of view, he‘s much more sensible than I imagined. Well done!
fyi, serena, it's considered polite to type "sage" (without the quotations) in the email box when replying to a fic that hasn't been updated within the past few days. This will prevent it from being bumped to the top of the page, and people being disappointed to find out it wasn't an update...I know I certainly was.
I'm dying here! This fic is so delicious, must... read... more..! This fic is officially bookmarked!
Ah, all of my hopes raised and dashed in an instant. I'm so impatient for this fic to update- I can't decide whether I love or hate this writer for being so amazing and making me so completely obsessed!
SAGE PEOPLE, SAGE!!
Aww, thanks for the comments, guys. Sorry it took me so long to update, I was flying back to my home. Let me know what you think of the update, all comments are welcome!
The floor to the camper creaked and Spy took everything in as fast as he could. The canned food, the single photo Sniper had was of his parents, the rest were postcards—a collection of the places he’d traveled. No mementos from a friend or lover.
Sniper was a man who was used to being alone.
Spy turned and Sniper was leaning against the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The pose was trying to be casual, but Spy could see the tightness in Sniper’s jaw that betrayed that casual stance. He wondered what Sniper could see in his posture, if he could tell that under Spy’s glove his knuckles were white.
“How long have you been,” Spy refused to let the fact that his throat was bone-dry stop from finishing his sentence, “the way you are?”
Sniper shrugged, but he still didn’t move away from the door.
“Whole life, I reckon. It’s not something that the folks exactly want to talk about around the dinner table.” Sniper rubbed his nose. “It’s voluntary, before you ask. No need to wait for full moons.”
Sniper smiled and Spy found himself slowly returning it. Spy swallowed and it felt like his heart was a roll of thunder hidden in his chest.
“What’s it like?” Spy refrained from taking out another cigarette because he couldn’t trust his hands to be still enough to light it. “When you’re the Wolf… what’s it like?”
At first, Sniper’s expression went blank and Spy wondered if he’d gone too far before Sniper grinned crookedly.
“Funny… I’ve never had to put it into words before.” He ducked his head down and Spy was shocked to see that the man’s cheeks were red. “No one’s ever asked me that before. Um… how to put this…” There was a brief pause, and Spy couldn’t remember a time the world had been so quiet. “It’s simpler when I’m in that form. My sense of smell is better, and I’m faster. I can protect people better. I can smell them… what they’re feeling.” Sniper’s eyes slipped shut. “It feels like… when you take your clothes off after a long day.”
It shouldn’t have been such a shock to see Sniper so… open. It made Spy’s skin hum and remember what it was like to be under the man’s body, letting Sniper’s calloused fingers drag down his skin. Spy bit his tongue to get a hold of himself, the pain bringing him back to the situation at hand.
“May I… may I see it?” Sniper opened his eyes. Spy forced the words out, not letting his nerves get the best of him. “If I see it happening, it wouldn’t be such a shock the next time I see it on the field.”
Sniper pushed himself off of the door.
“It’s me. Not ‘it,’ me.”
“Fine.” Spy didn’t care that the air felt thinner. “The next time I see you on the field it won’t be so jarring.” Spy shrugged and prayed it looked genuine. “We’ll do better in this war if we work well together.”
Sniper smiled, his lips pressed tightly together.
“My sense of smell is still better than most.” He rubbed his nose. “You’re scared.”
The Australian’s smile faded, and Spy sighed.
“I don’t want to be scared anymore… that’s why I want to see you.”
Spy hoped that Sniper wouldn’t kick him out. If the other man asked Spy to leave, he would. He’d leave and they would never speak to each other again. Spy told himself he needed to get over his fear, but a traitorous part of Spy knew that he wanted to speak to Sniper again more than anything. Sniper’s fingers hit Spy’s chest.
“Stay right where you are.” Sniper stepped back, toward where his cramped bed was, and slid off his vest as he began to unbutton his shirt. He let the shirt fall to the ground before he slid off his belt and kicked off his boots. Spy’s heartbeat kicked it up a notch as Sniper slid off his jeans and briefs in one go. “It gets pretty cramped.”
Sniper closed his eyes and crouched down on the floor. At first, nothing happened, and Spy’s dry lips parted to ask if something was wrong—and then it started. Sniper’s muscles bulged and his bones cracked and snapped in a way that made Spy’s stomach twist. Sniper let out a choked cry, one that Spy was sure he’d swallowed many times before. His nails grew longer, and when his jaws snapped his face was far from human.
In a matter of seconds, Sniper went from being a human to taking the form of a beast. Hot breath blew over Spy’s shoes and shocking blue eyes peered at him. Spy couldn’t move, and the Wolf, no, Sniper didn’t move either. Then his tail wagged and the Wolf’s jaws hung open, his red tongue lolling gently in the air. Sniper barked, and Spy started to laugh.
“Did you just bark at me?” Sniper barked again and Spy smiled. “Do you bark at all your friends or am I just special?”
When the Wolf rolled his eyes, Spy knew that his friend was fully conscious and aware of his actions. Spy took off his gloves and tucked them into his pocket. Sniper took a step forward, and Spy extended his hand. Sniper’s cold nose nudged at his fingers and Spy let his hand smooth over the fur on Sniper’s head. It’s prickly or coarse. In fact, Spy couldn’t remember ever feeling something so soft before.
Spy let himself slide down to his knees, Sniper’s nose nuzzling his neck and shoulder as Spy’s fingers carded through that soft, black hair. Sniper nuzzled Spy’s cheek before licking him, making Spy laugh. He kept petting Sniper until his shoulders weren’t wound so tightly and his heartbeat was at a comfortable, easy-going pace.
With Sniper’s head in his lap, Spy scratching behind his ears so that Sniper’s long tail wagged—he felt happy.
The following week was a strange one. The war didn’t change much, the violence was just as brutal, and the days were impossibly long. The battles went on and at the end of the day Spy only had enough energy to drag himself to the showers before bed. He barely saw Sniper; he mostly felt his bullets fly past him to clear the path once Spy came back with the enemy’s intelligence.
Spy’s knee popped and he paused, stopping to rub it. He heard the sand crunch under boots and he smiled when a wine bottle waved itself in front of him.
“Picked this up for ya.” Spy took the bottle and something swelled in his chest when he saw the brand. It was French, his favorite make. “Took a lot of calls, but I thought you’d—”
It didn’t take long for Spy to check that they were alone outside before he pulled Sniper into a kiss.
He felt Sniper’s face drop with surprise before quickly smiling and drawing Spy in closer. They hadn’t so much as touched since Sniper’s canine head had been in Spy’s lap. Spy could tell that Sniper had wanted to touch him, to pull him aside to see where they stood.
Spy let the man dangle, smiling at him during team meetings but never going further than a friendly nod or pat on the shoulder.
Weathered but gentle fingertips pushed Spy back, and once his back brushed against the side of the fort, Spy pulled away. He licked his lower lip and he shivered when Sniper followed the movement with his eyes. The other man looked… hungry.
“Find material that’s strong enough to hold you down.” Sniper perked up, completely focused on Spy. “I have a feeling that, for you, rope breaks easily.”
Sniper flashed Spy a crooked smile.
“You want to tie me up? I didn’t know you were into that, spook.”
Spy shrugged, his heart pounding against his ribcage.
“I like to think I’m open-minded.” Spy pushed Sniper away, his arm shaking. “And, for once, I’d like to be the one in control. Every time I get too close to you I can’t think straight—”
Sniper groaned and his cheeks turned bright red. Spy felt his lips twitching up into a smile as Sniper dragged his hands down his face.
“Ah, it’s my bloody fault, it’s the pheromones. I didn’t mean to—”
Spy rolled his eyes.
“Don’t apologize now. Save it for later.” Sniper’s eyes widened and Spy fought not to lose himself in how blue they were. “Get the binds, take off your clothes, and find a way to tie yourself to your bed. I don’t care how you do it, I’m sure you’ll find a way. Wait for me. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Spy winked, and turned and left Sniper with his mouth hanging open. He went inside dodged Scout and Pyro chasing each other around the kitchen. He slipped past the Soldier and Demo’s poker game and walked past the Infirmary where the door cracked open to reveal Heavy petting Medic’s birds.
Spy went to the shower and turned on all the showerheads. He took his time when it came to cleaning himself. He let the water clear his head, and he dragged his soapy fingers over his face, neck, and chest.
He felt as though he were, what was the expression… turning over a new leaf. He was conquering his fear. He was taking control. Spy closed his eyes. If he was stuck in the desert he might as well have some fun. He turned off the water and dried himself off.
Smoke filled his lungs as he walked through the now quiet base. He took his time; there wasn’t any need to rush. He listened to the men go to the showers. He was silent as he stepped across the sand, to the quiet, lit up camper. He gripped the handle and his eyebrows shot up when it gave under his hand.
The Australian had left the door open.
Spy opened the door and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, toeing off his boots and leaving them in the pile of clothes already on the floor. The shoddy curtains that drew off the bed from the rest of the camper were drawn. Spy smiled and let his fingers run over the material before he yanked it back.
It was better than he’d hoped. Sniper’s ankles were free, but thick metal cords bound his wrists, the kind that Spy had seen in Engineer’s workshop. Sniper’s cheeks were flushed and his glasses slid down his nose as he lifted his head up to see Spy. There were no bedposts, but Spy quickly figured out that Sniper had looped the metal under the mattress. He smiled and ran his gloved fingers along the inside of Sniper’s bare ankle.
“Stealing from the Engineer… he’ll be cross.”
Sniper smiled and let his head hit the pillow.
“He won’t miss ‘em.”
They shared amused grins before Spy squeezed Sniper’s big toe.
“So… you were saying something about pheromones.” Spy relished Sniper’s scarlet face and the way he twitched because he was unable to move away from Spy’s scrutiny. “Tell me more.”
Why did you stop there you cruel, cruel person.
This fic is hot, suspenseful, wonderful characterization it's the whole shebang.
I can't get over how perfect it is
Gah... I'm embarrassed at how cute I found that to be. I always imagine that Sniper secretly likes having his head stroked, his hair patted.
I noticed your name is mia6363, would you...happen to be the same mia6363 that writes supernatural fanfics?
This fic does THINGS to me. I can't wait for more.
Sniper is incapacitated and tied down. I know this bit was sexy and wonderful, but I can't help the foreboding feeling in my gut about that one little fact.
Hey, mia6363. Just a little note of encouragement to say that I miss seeing this update and I'd LOVE to see more. I dunno if you will even see this or not, since I will make sure to sage.
I would love to see more of this fic. I'm really hooked on it and it would be a shame to see it be unfinished.
@56. Why didn't you sage?! I thought there was an update.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! That moment of happiness... ruined!
Nooooooo. I was so looking forward to a Halloween (almost) update for this fic. WHY?!
Am I a terrible person when I want the RED Spy to appear next to the BLU one?
Sorry about that, I didn't know what 'sage' is so I had to look it up. I never post or comments on places like this.
Still no update? ;-;
Why did you give me such a false hope ? You're cruel...
Oh my goodness. Thank you for reading my mind....I wanted to write/read a Sniper-wolf fic, and I managed to stumble onto this .Keep up the good work.
Dear god. Please stop breaking my heart, people. This is my favorite fic on the 'chan currently and it needs to stop not-being-saged.
For those who do not know how to sage, type the word "sage" into the email field when you post. PLEASE do not type anything else there unless this fic starts to update again.
plssss update this wonderful story
Why would you stop RIGHT FRIGGIN THAR????? please update
>>67 Ok, I want you to look at the date on your post, now look at the date of the person who posted above you. More importantly, look at the last time the OP updated the story. Is it more than a week? Then you need to SAGE. Sage will keep the rest of us from feeling our little fuzzy hearts being ripped out by a not-update.
Sage is done by typing the word "sage" in the box labeled "email".
I highly recommend using this to your advantage.
My heart...it is so broken... why would you do this to us? Why? Come back, OP!
Crying inwardly. Also, anon #68, thanks for clarifying the points I missed on how to sage. Perhaps it will be used properly in the future.
I don't know if commenting helps the author want to write more or not, but just in case... here's a haiku:
I really need this
I think I'm not alone here
I beg you come back?
come back pweeze we miss you
Hey guys, I'm sorry it's been such a long time, real life took over. And to those who asked, yes, I am the mia6363 on livejournal. I hope you all enjoy the update, I hope there aren't a lot of errors, but I'm running on low fuel right now. Please leave comments and criticisms.
Looking down at Sniper gave Spy an immense feeling of power, one that was almost overwhelming. Spy settled over the Australian, sitting on the man’s legs. He rubbed Sniper’s knees, watching his eyes flutter shut as he savored the sensation.
“I just—” Spy dug his thumb into Sniper’s thigh and Sniper’s hoarse voice tapered off into a whimper. “Mm, I wanted to let you know that I can still break free of these whenever I want.” Sniper’s teeth flashed in a wide grin. “There would be a few seconds of delay.”
“But I want you to stay right here.”
Spy kept his fingers on Sniper’s bare chest. Sniper nodded.
“Then here I will stay, spook.”
Spy watched as Sniper stretched within his binds, studying the movement of his muscles. He licked his lips and massaged Sniper’s thighs lazily.
“You still have not answered my question, bushman.” Spy watched the color in Sniper’s cheeks flourish and spread down his neck and chest. “You mentioned something about pheromones.”
Sniper groaned, turning his head to the side like he was embarrassed but couldn’t hide.
“When I get… excited,” Spy raised his eyebrows at that and it didn’t help Sniper’s red face, “I sometimes… can influence people’s actions through… pheromones.”
Spy pulled back his fingers back. He couldn’t help the speed and ferocity of his thoughts—how strange it seemed to him that he was so easily affected by the Sniper just from first looking at him. Every night had been riddled with one vivid sexual dream after the other. He practically begged for Sniper when it came down to it…
“All of that… lust, that was not me?”
The thing was, Spy knew his taste in men. It was varied, and he would sleep with whomever the directive steered him to be with—but personally, Spy admired strong men. He admired them from afar because with strong men came a certain risk. Weaker, more lithe men, they made Spy more comfortable. He liked to be in control… but Sniper stripped away his control.
And it had felt good.
It was intoxicating, for once, being pursued and not playing the role of the initiator. Spy was used to making other men shiver, he wasn’t accustomed for his own legs to turn to jelly.
“Nah… but if you hadn’t been interested it just would have made you sick.” Sniper’s eyes were still dark and blown out, but the small smile he had was gone. “If you weren’t,” the bushman grimaced, “compatible with me, you would have been switched out because you would have been vomiting so badly.”
The last sentence out of Sniper’s mouth amused Spy, but the lonely tone made Spy hold in his laughter. He wrapped his hand around Sniper’s semi-flagged erection and squeezed, making Sniper’s breath hitch.
“Adolescence must have been atrocious for you.” Sniper’s responding chuckle was hollow, and Spy kissed the corner of Sniper’s mouth. “When I came here, I didn’t expect anything like this.”
Spy’s hand reached for the jar of Vaseline tilting dangerously on the windowsill. He got off of Sniper, who moaned in protest, but quickly swallowed it when he saw Spy strip out of his shirt after he put the Vaseline on the mattress.
“Oooh, do you have to do it so fast?” Sniper licked his lips as Spy removed his own belt and stepped out of his pants. “No show?”
“No time for a show.” Once Spy was naked, he straddled Sniper’s hips and dipped his fingers into the Vaseline. “I need you to fuck me.”
Spy reached behind himself and began to open himself up, hissing as he did so. Sniper slammed his head back.
“Spook, your killin’ me.”
It was a stretch and burn, but Spy moved as fast as he could without actually hurting himself. He crooked his fingers until an electric jolt shot up his body. He felt his back arch and heard Sniper’s whimper, but it sounded far away as Spy allowed himself to momentarily lose himself to pleasure.
By the time Spy was adequately prepared Sniper was a trembling mess and the metal cords were creaking perilously. Spy wasn’t much better, his arms shaking as he lowered himself onto Sniper until he was full. It felt so good that Spy felt like he was staring into the sun after a dark winter. He rocked his hips and Sniper arched up to meet him, his eyes glassy.
“Please, please, spook—” Spy’s leg’s quivered and he reached down to stroke his erection, and Sniper growled, his eyes shining brightly. Sniper began to thrust up into him until Spy could barely breathe. Sniper’s teeth snapped together, his eyes hotter than magma. “Next time—next time, you French bastard, I will be doing that to you—”
His snarled promise was cut off when Sniper’s orgasm crashed upon him. The feeling of Sniper pulsing inside of Spy made Spy’s fist fly over his cock until he too was coming, intimate words tumbling out of his lips. Spy slumped over, his whole body shaking as his forehead rested on Sniper’s shoulder.
Spy came back down to earth with Sniper kissing his temple. Spy shifted and felt Sniper’s arms around him. He grunted and he felt Sniper smile against his cheek.
“I figured you wouldn’t mind if I freed myself.” Spy nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Sniper brought up a sheet and stretched. “What does jay temme mean?”
Years of training had Spy learn to keep his breathing in the correct rhythm.
“Yeah. You were saying it before… and after, when we…” Sniper broke off with a chuckle. Spy laughed too even though he was pretty sure his heart stopped beating. “I wouldn’t mind you fallin’ asleep here, but the team tends to get up early—”
Spy sat up and stretched, ignoring how his chest constricted when he saw Sniper watching him hungrily. Spy pulled on his pants and his arm was through one of his shirtsleeves when Sniper sat up swiftly. Sniper’s tongue licked up Spy’s neck until his teeth dug into his skin. Spy’s spent cock twitched in his trousers as the flickers of pain and pleasure bloomed under his skin.
Sniper pulled back and winked.
“Somethin’ to remember me by.” Spy stood and was slipping on his shoes when Sniper spoke again. “Oi, you never told me what that French stuff meant.”
Spy smiled a smile so deceptively honest that a politician would have been envious. He winked.
“Such dirty things shouldn’t be said aloud.”
Sniper laughed and Spy’s smile fell off his face as soon as he was out the door.
Spy burned through five cigarettes on the roof of the base. The night was late, right between night and morning with a crack of sunlight peeking above the mountain line. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on how to get his hands to stop shaking.
The words kept echoing in his head. Je t’aime. Je t’aime. Je t’aime. Je t’aime. The words weren’t new for him, he’d said them many times before, professionally and unprofessionally. All those times, Spy had never meant it.
Yet, he meant it with Sniper. And he knew that he couldn’t have made a more massive mistake.
He lit up another cigarette when a gun clicked and the RED Spy shimmered out of the darkness.
“Love, mon ami?” The gun barrel was inches away from Spy’s forehead. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with wild animals?”
you don't understand how much i love you
There aren't words in the dictionary to tell you how ecstatic I was to see this updated.
We missed you!
Oh my gosh! I've been waiting for this for so long! Thank you for the wonderful update, but SHAME ON YOU for ending it there! How am I supposed to be able to wait for the next update?
I cannot express in words the love and envy I have for your writing skills, your plot building, your vocabulary and your story-building. Please, please keep writing. You're so talented, and this is just- wow. Amazing. Can't wait for the next part.
OH OHhhhh ....so happy for an update. I love animalistic half human monsters and all that, and love it mixed with TF2 when done well, and this is indeed done well! I'm not even a fan of werewolf type things usually.
A crit though, nothing to do with your story - is a problem with a lot of your dialogue lead outs. You often have one person talk but then put an action of the OTHER person right after, and then mix the actions of both people in the same sentences. One is accustomed to hearing an action of the SPEAKER right after the speaking (because yes using actions instead of 'he said she said' all the time is GREAT, when done to actually refer to the action of the speaker). Stuff like:
“Adolescence must have been atrocious for you.” Sniper’s responding chuckle was hollow, and Spy kissed the corner of Sniper’s mouth. “When I came here, I didn’t expect anything like this.”
By the fact it's a Sniper action in ref to the speaking my brain thinks it is Sniper speaking, but then my brain adjusts and by the situation I assume it must be Spy speaking, and it's jarring and takes me out of the moment. And by the last statement I am all confused and to be honest do not know if that is Spy or Sniper saying that.
“Please, please, spook—” Spy’s leg’s quivered and he reached down to stroke his erection, and Sniper growled, his eyes shining brightly. Sniper began to thrust up into him until Spy could barely breathe. Sniper’s teeth snapped together, his eyes hotter than magma. “Next time—next time, you French bastard, I will be doing that to you—”
This one especially jarred me cause it is obviously Sniper saying 'spook' but then it is referring to Spy doing things after the speaking, then my brain isn't sure WHO's erection is being stroked (Spy doing his own or Sniper's?), when it says 'he reached down to stroke his erection' because by the end of the /same/ sentence it is Sniper actions. As you mix these things it just makes you have to /stop to think/ when you should be in the flow of the moment - you shouldn't HAVE to stop to think if it was structured right.
Try to separate actions / speaking of separate people into separate paragraphs / sentences more, is my basic writing crit I am trying to say, but I gave these specific examples in case you didn't get what I meant :) Thanks!
Woah it updated! Jubilation!
Seconding Lithe's crit. I had to reread the erection stroking sentence several times before I figured out whose was being stroked by whom (although I should have figured out that Sniper wasn't doing the stroking by virtue of the context, but shhhh).
Still! Marvelous as usual! Please continue
Spy has been caught?!
OP, you had my curiosity, then you had my attention, and now you will have a stalker.