Hey I'm looking for this one fanfiction. It starts out with Scout being kicked from his room and decided to stay in Sniper's roost. Spy and Sniper suddenly appears and begin to mack it out and go at it. Somehow in the end they all get in a relationship kinda thing. I'm really looking for this and with the new change I can't locate it. Has anybody seen it or have a link or something?
I believe this is it. Found it in the archives. No idea on the author. It's titled on my harddrive as 'Our Secret', but I could have just called it that. I'm not sure if it's the real title. Anyways, enjoy! "…And that, MEN, Is EXACTLY why we should employ a flanking strategy when we reach the central p-HEY! ARE YOU MAGGOTS LISTENING TO ME?†As usual, next to no one on the team was paying attention to Soldier’s umpteenth “fail-proof†plan in favor of something far more entertaining, AKA the team’s Sniper and Spy going at each other’s throat for increasingly stupid reasons. “I thought I told ya NOT to touch my fuckin’ jars, y’bloody spook!†Sniper slammed his fist down on the table. “Oh, stop whining, “mateâ€. You have plenty of zhem! I just needed ONE so I could put my cornichons in it! Do you know how long I spent trying to disinfect it?†The Frenchman replied before taking another drawl of his cigarette. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about yer pickles! I COLLEC-erm I NEED these jars for battle! Especially to keep creeps like YOU away from me!†“Zhis is pretty funny coming from you, mon cher. Ze mere fact zat you collect your urine is questionable enough and really, do not even try to persuade me that you do not get some kind of perverse satisfaction from throwing zhese at people. If anything YOU are ze creep here, MONSIEUR Sniper.†Spy now had a shark-like grin plastered on his face, and Sniper was redder than their team’s color. The Australian grabbed the other man by the collar but they were interrupted by a snicker before they could start fighting. “Jeez, why don’t you two get a room already?†Scout, with a smug expression on his face, was pretty satisfied with his quip. “Can it, ankle-biter.†“La ferme, petit con.†Scout’s douchebag grin only got wider hearing his teammates’s retorts. “Man, if that’s the only comeback you fags can think of it’s really not helping your cases. But seriously everyone here’s sick of hearing you guy’s marital woes every fuckin’ day so why don’t you two go find yourself a nice place to fag it up and let the real men here discuss tomorrow’s plans?†Soldier, Heavy and Medic frantically nodded their heads in agreement, while Engineer and Pyro did their best to nonchalantly look away and pretend Scout hadn’t said anything and Demoman was passed out as usual. “Tch, y’know what? Fuck you, kid. I don’t even take part in your “strategies†most the time anyways so yeah, I’m outta here.†Sniper left as quickly as he could, giving Scout the angriest glare he could manage. “Well, as much as I dislike agreeing with zis savage, I too prefer to work alone so zhese “plans†will probably not involve me, thus I shall take my leave as well. Good luck with whatever suicide tactic you come up with, gentlemen.†The European then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Scout was in a great mood after leaving the showers, he had come up with a better strategy than Soldier’s and the team had agreed to go with it, totally burned the two moaning Drama Queens and took one of these loooooooong showers he enjoyed taking. He had only been there for a few months, and he already felt like a big-shot in the team. His mood quickly turned to sour when he arrived to the sleeping quarters, only to see Soldier and Demoman carrying his bed out of his room. “Hey! What the hell are you two chucklenuts doin’ with my bed?†The youth snapped. “Ah, sorry lad, but Heavy broke the medical center’s patient bed earlier and we hafta use yours just for the night. Engie’ll have it repaired by tomorrow though!†“What? That sucks! And why me?†Scout whined, his perfect day now ruined. “That’s just how things are when you’re the team’s rookie, son.†Soldier laughed. “There’s plenty of room in the base, though, you could always find yourself a nice haystack to spend the night on, it’ll forge your character!†The two men left the kid behind as they left for the infirmary, still laughing. The young Bostonian stormed off to Engineer’s workshop and didn’t stop knocking until he realized he was repeatedly smacking the Texan on the helmet. “Can I help ya, boy?†“Yeah, about that bed…†Engineer didn’t let Scout finish. “Won’t be ready till tomorrow evenin’, I’ve already started the repairs but it’s pretty late already and I need to get some sleep for tomorrow battle y’know!†“Awww come on! There’s gotta be SOMETHING you can do! I bet the bed’s still useable so I’ll just…†He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the bed on the older man’s worktable, which was broken in four pieces. Scout’s jaw almost hit the floor. “Okay holy shit how did Borscht-Belly manage THAT?†“Eh, some questions are better left unanswered, son. But hey, why don’t you just go to the infirmary? You could always use Heavy’s bed, he shares a room with the Doc.†“Yeah how about NO? That nazi madman’s even creepier than Spy! I’d rather sleep outside than in the same room as that guy!†Engie rubbed his chin, looking deep in thought. “Hmmm… Oh, I’ve got it! Why don’tcha use Sniper’s nest? Don’t ask me how but he managed to haul a spare bed up there. Fella always sleeps in his van though, so I don’t think he’d mind or even notice if you used it for a night?†“What? Then why didn’t they just pick that one to replace the broken bed?†Scout asked angrily. “Um, I don’t think the rest of the team knows about it, really. I’ve shared a couple of drinks with him up there on a few occasions but I don’t think he’s invited many people in there. He’s a pretty lonely guy.†Engie spoke matter-of-factly. “Hmph, that’s better than nothin’ I guess. You SURE he ain’t gonna come up there, right?†It’s not that Scout was afraid of Sniper, it’s just that he didn’t want to be found using the bed of the guy he’d just pissed off a couple of hours ago. “I don’t see why he would, his van is a whole lot more comfy than that cramped shack that smells like urine.†“You got a point, Hardhat. Well, thanks for the tip, I’m off now!†The young runner said before darting off. “G’night and good luck!†Engineer yelled before yawning and closing his door. When Scout reached the top of the base, it didn’t take him long to notice the Australian’s lookout since it was basically like a big birdhouse stuck on four giant wooden poles with a rope ladder hanging from the door. He cautiously made his way up the ladder and peeked inside, just to make sure the way was clear and once he saw the place was empty he hauled himself inside. It was a rather small shed, dimly lit by the moonlight with a few shelves on each side, a small table and a small springy bed, with a few jars filled to the brim with… Sniper fluid scattered around the floor and the shelves. Engineer had been right, it DID smell like piss but it wasn’t TOO noticeable to be a real bother. “Well, this ain’t much but it’ll do for tonight I guess.†Scout thought out loud as he sat on the bed and bounced on it to test the mattress, making it creak. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t even have time to get one shoe off before he heard a laugh coming from below the shack. “Shit! Sniper! I can’t let him see me here!†He thought while frantically looking for a place to hide or another way out. The Australian had almost climbed all the way up when Scout quickly tucked himself under the bed. Thanks to the darkness, Sniper didn’t notice him and instead turned around to help someone up. “Finally, I’ve been longin’ for this moment since today’s battle ended!†He said while pulling up the other man, who turned out to be…Spy? What the hell was he doing here? “Moi aussi, mon cher…†The Frenchman cooed before pulling the other man in for a kiss. And a long, sloppy kiss at that. Scout’s mouth went agape out of sheer disbelief as Sniper started stroking his lover’s back with his hand, sliding the other down Spy’s pants to grope around his butt. “Héhé, show some restraint, will you? We have not even taken our clothes off yet!†The Frenchman emitted a soft laugh as Sniper pressed himself against him. “Can’t help it, I’m just eager to let off some steam, especially after today. Losin’ a battle that close was just so bloody frustrating! And I still think I should’ve socked that brat in the face.†Scout’s body stiffened when he heard that. “Allons, allons, try not to mind him, he is still just a boy after all. Plus I zhink we might have overdid it zis time, because admit it zat was a pretty silly reason to fight over.†The rogue said with a snicker. “Well I was runnin’ out of ideas! We’ve been hidin’ our lil’ relationship for a while now! I dunno if we should even bother makin’ stuff up anymore, I think they git that we hate each other now.†“And that is where you are wrong!†Spy interjected. “After all zis time, if we stop suddenly, zhey might get suspicious! Besides, I zhink you are adorable when you act all pissy!†Sniper couldn’t help but grin. “Heh, you’re one clever bastard, François. I guess we’ll have to think up more reasons then! But that’s for later. For now, I’m just gonna fuck you stupid!†“Oooh, zhen hopefully I will be able to understand you better, Wallace.†Scout had to hold back a snicker at the frenchie’s remark. “Well aren’t ya witty, frogface.†The assassin cracked as he broke the embrace, took Spy’s hand and guided him to his bed, which creaked audibly when they both sat down on it. Scout wasn’t sure what shocked him more, the fact that Sniper and Spy WERE, in fact, gay lovers, or the fact that they both called each other by their real name, which was strictly forbidden in their contract. He retreated farther under the bed, the pair’s legs now being inches away from his face. It wasn’t long before the kissing started again, now rowdier than ever. Scout tried to ignore the noise, but they were far too close to him so he couldn’t tune it out. Spy rubbing his leg against Sniper’s didn’t help at all, either. It wasn’t long before clothes started falling off and groans were added to the already sloppy symphony that was being forced on poor Scout’s virgin ears. At least now that they were both completely on the bed he didn’t have their legs in his face anymore. As an attempt to distract himself from the impending fornication going on above him, Scout blocked his ears with his hands, glanced out the door and concentrated on the sky, trying to count the stars. It worked surprisingly well until the bed started creaking a little more. “What are you doing? Let go of my head!†“What? I thought ya loved suckin’ my dick!†“Well erm… yes but… I had a rough day too you know! Can’t we just cuddle a bit more? I would like to take it easy tonight.†Sniper let out an exasperated groan. “ Awww c’mon don’t give me that! I can’t take it anymore mate! I need some fuckin’ release already!†“Hmph! If you are going to act so selfish tonight zhen you will get NOZHING from me until you give me a massage!†“God you’re worse than a fuckin’ Sheila sometimes! Alright, I’ll give you your bloody massage!†Scout silently sighed with relief. If Sniper massaged Spy for a while maybe he could get enough peace and quiet to take a small nap and leave when they’d be both passed out for the night. “Aaaah~ I knew we could come up with an arrangem-HEY! What are you doin-HAHAHAHAHAHA! NON! NOT ZAT! EVERYZHING BUT ZAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ARRÊTE! STOP IT! NON! NON! NOT ZE THIGHS! NOT ZE THIGHS! STOP IT, I BEG YOU!†Frenchie must have been pretty damn ticklish because Scout could swear the bed was going to fall sideways from the former trashing around so much. He almost fell over the bed himself and would have seen Scout if he hadn’t stopped his fall with his hand. Luckily he didn’t stay in that position for long because Sniper yanked him back on the bed to torture him some more. “HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! NO MORE! I’LL DO ANYZHI-Oooooooh~ now zat feels good… Mmmmmm don’t stop… Oh oooouiiii~…†Scout had no idea what the hell was happening right over his head anymore, but judging by the frog’s reaction, it felt pretty fucking good. “Aaah~ Yes… Hey! Why did you stop?†Spy said in an irritated tone. “I kept my end of the bargain, now you keep yours!†“What? But you barely…†“Do I have to massage you again, mate?†Sniper’s threat made Spy jolt backward and laugh nervously. “Ah-hahaha… Non merci, mon cher. But… If I do zhis, I expect you to do ze same for me, oui?†“Fair enough, but if you try and jam any more fingers inside me again I’ll shove my entire fist down your ass, we clear?†Spy sighed. “You are no fun, you know zat?†“What? We’ve been over this! My ass’s off-limits! Now git yours over here before I change my mind!†Spy was right, Scout though. The Aussie was being a selfish dick right now. If he were in the frenchie’s position, he’d punch the Koala fucker’s face off, bend him over and fuck him dry until his ass bled just for giving him attitude. Wait, why did he care about this? He just wanted to get out of here and go find himself a nice fucking haystack far far away from all this faggotry. Soon enough they were going at it again, except this time it was more audible because they were sucking each other off. Out the two, Sniper seemed to be enjoying himself the most, judging by the groans he was letting out. “Oooooh yeah~ mate that’s the spot. A-Aaaaah… Yeah just like that, don’t stop…†It wasn’t long before Spy started moaning as well and the small shack was filled with a cacophony of sucking noises, creaking sounds, moans and curses in various languages. Scout shifted around and tried to think of other things, like his mom’s cooking, the latest Red Sox game, anything that would make his growing erection die down. Eventually, they stopped blowing each other and started shifting around the bed. “Darn it, where’d I put that lube again?†Said Sniper impatiently while pulling the covers around, hoping to find the small tube. “Maybe it fell off ze bed and rolled under it?†His partner inquired, much to Scout’s dismay. “Yeah hang on lemme look.†The sharpshooter slid his hand under the bed and started feeling around for the tube that would make his night. The youth retreated further and pressed himself against the wall, frantically looking around the bed and making sure Sniper’s hand didn’t get too close to him. He quietly thanked god when he noticed the lubricant lying right next to his feet and quickly placed it near Sniper’s large hand in hopes that he’d pick it up before deciding to peek under the bed. “Ah-ha! Found it!†He shouted triumphantly. “Hmmm, I wonder, do you zhink ze Scout might have known about our little… affair when he said zat earlier?†Spy asked quizzically. “Nah, not a chance, that brat just likes to talk shit.†“Really now… You don’t think he might’ve…caught us once? For all we know he could be hiding under zis very bed!†The Frenchman’s joking tone didn’t stop Scout from holding his breath in fear. “Stop it, Frankie, you’re makin’ me paranoid! And I just checked, anyways, so if he were there’d I’d have noticed it don’t’cha think? And even if he were all we’d have to do is rough him up a little so he wouldn’t go spreading OUR secret.†Scout didn’t see how he could tell anyone about what he saw tonight without sounding like a creepy voyeur, so at least their secret was safe with him. Besides, Scout also had a secret: He was still very much in the closet AND he’d never gotten any. From both genders. The boy DID have a girlfriend before, but he realized he didn’t like girls before anything serious happened, and with the kind of family he had, there’s no way he could come out without being disowned and kicked out of the house so he kept it all to himself for a couple of years, until he decided to join the army, where he could take his frustration out on people as much as he wanted and where no one would give a shit about his non-existent sex-life. “Oh but Wally, I am sure zhere would be much more amusing ways of buying ze boy’s silence, if you get what I mea-Aaaah…†Scout was glad Spy didn’t finish his sentence. “Hold still, will ya? Just lemme finish oilin’ you up and… Oh… Yer enjoyin’ this ain’tcha?†“Just… Just get it over with, please…†“Now now, no use rushin’ all the fun! Didn’t you say you wanted to take it easy tonight?†said Sniper before chuckling. “D-damn you, zat was not what-oh merde!†Scout clothes started to feel tighter and he felt his body getting hotter, so he tried shifting his position to get some breathing room but almost rolled out from under the bed in the process. Scout was lying on his back when the two men above him started going at it for real. “Aight mate, I’ll start all nice n’ slow just for you!†Spy let out a soft cry as Sniper slid into him, and got progressively louder as the Aussie penetrated his rear-end. It was now impossible for Scout to ignore anything, from the creaking to the wet sounds Sniper made as he thrust in and out of Spy, so the rookie decided to shut his eyes off and wait it out. That was a big mistake, because he was now being mentally assaulted by very clear images of what Frog-face and Koala-fucker were doing up there. Spy wraps his legs around Sniper’s waist and pulls at the bed sheets, timing his ragged breathing with the Australian’s slow, rhythmic thrusts, occasionally letting out a sigh of pleasure. Sniper leans in to get a better angle, lifting up his right knee and transferring his weight to his left. The now-shivering rogue positively responds to this change of angle by arching his back and giving out a blissful moan, as his lover is now fully inside him. Sniper smirks as he looks down at his partner’s writhing form, and takes Spy’s length in his right hand, making agonizingly slow strokes… “Fuck this.†Scout thought. “If I’m gonna be stuck here until these two faggots finish fuckin’ their brains out, might as well enjoy it.†He wasted no time unbuckling his pants and setting his penis free. The Bostonian closed his eyes again and his mind went back to where he’d left off, his member now as hard as a rock. It was Sniper’s turn to groan in delight when Scout started masturbating. Sniper deliberately increases his thrusting speed, gauging and enjoying Spy’s reaction to every thrust but still stroking him as slowly as he can, caressing the tip of his cock with his calloused thumb. The masked man can’t hold himself back anymore and starts vociferously swearing and begging for more in French, which causes Sniper to smile dominantly at his partner’s eagerness to be screwed out of his mind. So much for “taking it easyâ€...[ /i] Scout reached under his shirt for a sensitive spot he’d recently discovered while experimenting a bit to spice up his “sex-lifeâ€, right under his left nipple and started teasing it with his finger. He let out a small moan before remembering where he was and biting his lip. [i]Determined to wipe that cocky grin off the marksman’s face, Spy starts to push himself against Sniper’s erection, meeting his own movements and driving his cock in harder and deeper. “OOOOH, FUCK!†Sniper cries out as he throws his head backward. A grin stretches Spy’s lips as he sees his lover’s reaction, but his smile goes away as quickly as it appeared and is replaced by screams of pleasure. They slam against each other like this for a bit until the Aussie adopts a sitting position and, with his free hand, lifts Spy’s back up toward him so he can sit on his dick. With this new position, the pair feel like they’re going to lose it with every trust and both men bury their heads into each other’s shoulder, not without screaming in bliss. “AAAAH...MERDE! OH WALLACE! JE VIENS! JE VIENS!†Spy yells as he blows his creamy load all over his Sniper’s abdomen and his own before slumping forward and leaning on his man for support. “I’M COMIN’ TOO, LUV'! SHIT!†Sniper responds before emptying himself inside of the Frenchman. Sniper then falls on his back, making the bed creak one final time. Scout came shortly after the others, spilling his seed all over his boxers and a little bit on his shirt, and allowed himself a moan, since Sniper and Spy were still caught up in their post-orgasmic haze to hear him. “That was great, eh luv’?†The sharpshooter said in a complacent tone. “No, zat was wonderful.†The spy cooed. “But now if you do not mind, I would like to get some rest so I can get up early tomorrow, I am exhausted.†“No worries, luv’. I’m just as worn out as you are. Dealin’ with ya’s more tirin’ than any of these BLU bastards.†He said with a chuckle. “Heh, I could say ze same thing about you. Bonne nuit, then.†“G’night.†Scout waited at least a good twenty minutes before crawling from under the bed. As he stood up, he briefly glanced at the sleeping couple behind him, and realized how much he fucking envied them. Sniper looked so peaceful lying on his back, with his arm around Spy, who was usingthe former’s toned, if slightly hairy, heaving chest as a pillow. He looked pretty damn smug like usual. As he started heading for the door, the boy wondered if he’d ever find someone like that, too. He was a few steps away from the door when his foot bumped a jar, making it fall over and roll toward one of the shelves. Scout froze for a moment until he heard Sniper stir and mumble something behind him. “SHIT! They’re wakin’ up!†He thought as he bolted toward the door. In his panic, he seemed to forget that it was not stairs that were beyond the door, but a ladder, so before he knew it he was falling toward the ground face-first. He screamed and barely had the time to shield himself with his arms before everything went black… Scout couldn’t see very well when he awoke, and felt rather dizzy and disoriented. “How many fingers, mate?†A familiar voice asked. As he slowly regained his senses, he noticed two fingers. “Uuuhhh… two?... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!†He shouted in horror when he realized he was on the same bed had been hiding under just a few moments earlier (in his mind, anyway). “Whoa, whoa, calm down! What’s gotten into you, son?†Sniper said, looking more worried than anything. “I… I didn’t see anything! Yeah! Nothing! I swear! I…†Scout replied nervously as he noticed that Spy was also sitting on the bed, fully dressed. “What’cha talkin’ about, kid?†“Oh? Me? Well about you two sleep-SHIT! I mean nothing! Nevermind!†“So you WERE hidin’ under the bed after all!†Sniper’s brows furrowed. “I told you.†Spy replied nonchalantly, fidgeting with something in one of his pockets. “Oh, I bet ya weren’t even serious when ya said that!†“Maybe I was. Maybe I was not. Who knows?†Scout gulped when Spy took out whatever was in his pocket, but felt stupid when he saw that it was just his lighter. “W-Wait! You got it all wrong okay! I wasn’t peepin’ or nothin’! It’s just that back at the base they took my bed for the night since FattymcFatFat broke the one in the infirmary! And uh…Engie said that ya had a spare bed up there but that you never used it ‘coz you’re always sleepin’ in your van! I’d just gotten here when I heard you guys and I just acted on instinct! Honest! Plus why the hell would I tell anyone about it? They’d probably think I’m some kinda fag if I did.†Sniper and Spy both gave him slightly-offended glares. “Uh… No offense…†Scout scratched the back of his neck anxiously, awaiting the two older men’s reaction. “Ah well, I guess now ya know why there’s a bed up there!†Sniper said sheepishly. “Yeeeeaaaaahhhh, I never would have guessed! Heheh…†Scout let out a nervous chuckle. “Allons, allons, no need to be so tense! You said yourself that you have no reason to tell anyone, so this will be OUR secret now, oui?†The frenchie said with a wink. “Uh… Sure! Our secret!†Scout replied with a weak thumbs up, still unable to feel completely relaxed. “Anyways, you’re lucky the nest’s placed on top of the base, if we were at my previous base your fall would’ve been MUCH higher let me tell ya. Ya still got a nasty bump on your head, though, you should get that checked tomorrow.†The Australian said while poking his own head with his finger. “Yeah uh… Thanks for takin’ care of me guys, my lips are sealed, I swear! …I guess I’ll go now, I gotta catch me some Zs for tomorrow so… see ya I guess…†Scout said meekly while heading for the door. “G’night. Don’t fall on the way down now! And take this, we won’t need it!†Sniper said playfully before throwing a spare pillow at Scout. “Come back anytime!†Scout was too tired and embarrassed to try and think about what Spy meant, so he just chuckled timidly while descending the ladder. The boy headed for the barn, Sniper’s pillow under his arm and looked around for the biggest pile of hay he could find. He spotted one in a corner and fell asleep almost instantly after climbing on it. ------------- "MISSION BEGINS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!" The announcer screeching voice echoed through the base, startling Scout awake. The boy, sore and itchy, rubbed his eyes and looked around, suddenly remembering where he was. “FUCK! Almost eleven already? Goddamnit, I won’t even have time for breakfast!†Scout thought as he rushed to the common room, not bothering to get rid of the strands of hay that stuck to his clothes. The room was deserted when he came in, save for Engineer, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Mornin’, Scout. So, did you manage to find yourself a place to sleep last night?†The Texan paused for a moment, looked the younger man over and, judging by his overall disheveled appearance and the straws of hay poking from under his sleeves, he didn’t get to sleep in a bed. “Oh… Nevermind that. Sorry if I gave you any um… false info last night. Cream gravy! Did he do that to you?†Engie said in a worried tone while motioning at the bump on Scout’s head. “Nah, I just tripped ‘cause it was dark last night. And you were right, Hardhat, that place smells FUCKIN’ TERRIBLE! It’s not just piss either, I’m sure there’s prob’ly a buncha dead rats somewhere in there. Seriously someone should put radioactive signs around it ‘cause if Koala-fu-err… Sniper actually sleeps in there he’s probably some kinda… Piss-mutant already! Yeah!†Scout replied, throwing his arms up in exaggeration. “Aaah… Really? I don’t remember it being THAT bad when I brought him his share of the Christmas dinner last year…†“That was SIX MONTHS AGO, Engie! The smell’s obviously gotten worse with time! I’ll have to ask Doc to check if I’m not contaminated next time I go to his office. Now gimme some coffee!†The Boston boy was eager to change the subject, not wanting to elaborate on his lie. “Well, if ya say so! And sure, here, you can have my cup, I still have a few minutes left before goin’ to check on my sentries so I’ll just make myself another one.†The Engineer looked a bit skeptical, but amused nonetheless. If he suspected anything it was probably something completely different to what had actually happened anyway. “Alright, thanks! I’ll take these too, hope ya don’t mind!†Scout said as he took the two remaining toasts on the table and crammed them in his mouth before heading as fast as he could toward the supply room, placing his free hand on the piping hot mug of coffee to make sure he wouldn’t spill any. When he got to the supply room, there were only two minutes left. “Well, if it isn’t our country boy!†Soldier jeered, making the whole room explode with laughter, except for Spy and Sniper who just exchanged a complicit grin. Scout merely glared at him before shaking off the hay out of his clothes and getting himself ready, stuffing everything he needed into his duffel. Deep down, he wanted to tell them all to go to hell as he wasn’t in the mood for this shit, but he had burned his tongue a little while trying to snarf down a piece of toast and drink coffee at the same time so he decided to suck it up and ignore them for now. There was an awkward silence in the room until the mission started, because it was the first time the boy didn’t respond to provocation, which surprised the entire team. Scout darted off the instant the siren rang, determined to end it as fast as possible and get some decent sleep. The thing he loved the most about the battlefield, was that he only needed to think about ways to reach victory and nothing else. Yet today, he kept getting flashbacks from the night before and wondered if things could have gone differently… The trainee was pulled out of his reverie when he felt the flames of the BLU Pyro lick his elbow, and, not before swearing, rolled forward to avoid further damage. He then emptied his handgun into the enemy Pyro’s head, as if it were nothing, and tried to concentrate on the mission, still dashing toward the enemy base. Once he stood before the entrance, his thoughts had gone back to the previous night, when he was hidden under Sniper’s bed. “Fuck, this isn’t the time to think about this shit! Focus, damnit!†As he made his first step toward the giant metal door, he felt a bullet pierce through his left arm. “Son of a BITCH!†It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was the BLU Sniper’s doing, so the youth rushed inside the enemy stronghold and, since it had a similar layout as the RED base, reached the Sniper’s nest in a matter of minutes. He quietly climbed the ladder and peered inside just like he did the night before. Except this time, he was glad to see a Sniper up there. Scout slowly rose to his feet and reached for one of the enemy marksman’s jars of urine on a nearby shelf. Before the sharpshooter realized what was happening to him, he was covered in piss and Scout had already closed the distance between them, taking delight in bashing the Australian’s head in with his bat. “Oooooooh, DOMINATED! Serves ya right, Dingo diddler!†Scout Sneered as he jumped down the nest, heading further into the BLU base. He reached an intersection just in time to see the BLU Soldier run right past him, so he crept up behind him and fired several rounds of buckshot into the BLU’s backside. “Man, these chumps ain’t worth shit today! I guess I can take it easy for now…†He slowed his pace and he allowed himself to mentally review his past night once again and before he knew it, he was as hard as a rock. His erection didn’t last long, however, because as soon as he passed the familiar blue “INTELLIGENCE†panel, he was greeted by the dreadfully familiar beeping of a sentry and got launched backward by a volley of bullets. Scout felt himself implode with rage when he heard the BLU Engineer’s laugh, ran back to the dead Soldier’s corpse and snatched all the grenades the man had strapped on himself. Once he made his way back to the Intel room, he stealthily peeked inside to pinpoint the position of the automated gun, took the pin off all three of his grenades and lobbed them all toward the sentry. “EAT THIS, YOU SISTERFUCKIN’ PIECE’A SHIT!†The “Oh, Dagnabbit!†that came out of the BLU before blowing up was like music to Scout’s ears. He hastily grabbed the intel and ran off, thinking the rest of his team was taking care of whatever BLU member he hadn’t killed yet. He wasn’t out of trouble just yet, though, because as he turned the corner that led to the exit, he found himself inches away from the long barrel of the BLU Heavy’s minigun. The BLU Medic was following close behind with his back turned, aiming his Blutsauger outside just in case someone decided to follow them. “Oh, BULLSHIT!†In an adrenaline rush, Scout grabbed the far end of Sasha’s canon and shoved it against the wall before the large Russian could realize what was happening. He then lunged at the doctor, put him in a headlock and spun around, using the healer as a shield. “Yo fatass, if ya don’t want your doc to spill brains all over the floor you better drop your fuckin’ gun!†He said while pressing his revolver against the surgeon’s temple. Once he realized what was going on, the BLU Heavy dropped Sasha and cursed in Russian. “Do not vorry about me, Dummkopf! He has our Intelligence! SHOOT HIM, HEAVY!†The doctor shouted. “Don’t even think about it. “Scout slowly backed toward the exit, the German still in his grasp. “But… Doktor! I cannot…†Scout knew things were going to turn out this way, as their team’s Heavy Weapon’s guy acted exactly the same toward their Medic, and their teams being eerily similar, down to the nationality of every class, he assumed that the BLU Heavy would have the same kind of attachment to the doctor as the RED Heavy. Hell, if homosexuality wasn’t banned in this shithole, he’d think that the reason he didn’t have a decent place to sleep the night before was because the Ruskie Beluga screwed the Medic so hard it shattered the bed. “JUST SHOOT HIM! I VILL RESPAWN ANYVAY!†The Medic yelled as Scout started running, still holding the surgeon hostage. He heard the Heavy scream in sorrow as he emptied his minigun into his beloved doctor, managing to graze Scout with a few bullets in the process. The latter made a mad dash toward the RED base, throwing the lifeless practitioner’s body aside and shrugging off his wounds. While heading back, he ran into some of his teammates who hadn’t made it to the BLU base yet, but he didn’t even acknowledge them and never stopped his course until he reached the RED HQ. Once he heard the announcer’s booming voice proclaiming their victory, he collapsed on the floor and passed out, relieved and exhausted. When Scout awoke, he was in the infirmary and his injuries were completely healed. He called out to Medic, who was busy sorting various bottles of medicine from his personal cabinet. “Ah! Vell look who finally woke up! Vhat kind of idiot are you, doing all of ze vork by yourself! Ve are supposed to be a team, remember? You vere in such a horrible shape when ve brought you here that I considered finishing you off so you vould just respawn instead of patching you up! …But you took less than an hour to finish vhat usually takes us several, and I needed something to keep me occupied this afternoon, ja?†Even though he’d just scolded him rather harshly, the Medic’s tone couldn’t hide his concern, making Scout smile inwardly. At least someone sort of cared about him out there, if only for professional reasons. “Hey, take a chill pill, Doc, I can manage by myself! I’m just badass like that. But uh, how long have I been out now?†Scout asked as he sat up and looked around for windows before remembering that the medical center was underground. “Oh, I vould say about ten hours.†The doctor replied while rustling through his folders one more time. “I see. Well, I guess Imma go wash myself since I’m okay now, later.†The older man wished him some good rest(not without rolling his eyes) and went back to his work. Scout headed straight for the showers. Showering was his favorite part of the day, because he could finally relax, think about his day and sometimes get some eye-candy from the rest of the team. Scout had just finished undressing and, as he grabbed his towel and some soap, heard a faint moan coming from the shower area. He spied two silhouettes through the steam and quietly entered the huge white-tiled room. The figures made themselves more apparent as he hesitantly drew closer, and quickly became recognizable. Just as he feared, the two men were Sniper and Spy, their bodies dripping with soap and water. The former had pinned the latter against the wall and was kissing him roughly, a look of playful aggression in his eyes. “WHAT THE HELL?†Scout shouted, drawing their attention. As soon as he noticed him, Spy’s lips curled into an amused grin. Sniper let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, it’s just you.†“Whaddya mean, just me?†His face red as a tomato, Scout quickly hid his junk behind his hands. “Well, you are ze only one who knows about our little liaison, remember?†He looked at Sniper. “See, I told you it was safe here, everyone already showered two hours ago.†“Yeah everyone EXCEPT ME! And how the fuck do you know that?†Scout snapped. “Shit, do you have cameras all over the base or somethin’?†He said while nervously looking around the shower room. “Ah ah aaah~! A good Spy never reveals his methods!†Spy was about to say something else but let out a gasp instead, as Sniper started suddenly grinding his hips against his. “Either shut up and watch or buzz off, wanker. We’re busy men here.†Sniper cracked. “Wha-? I didn’t come here to watch, dumbass. You guys go do that shit elsewhere!†In truth, Scout wanted nothing more than to stay and watch, hell he’d even join in if they asked! But he didn’t feel like getting decommissioned if they got caught, since uh, being a fag was kinda forbidden in the military. “Th'hell with that, we were here first, mate. And why would we anyway? S’not like watchin’ us go at it wasn’t enjoyable, judgin’ by the state your undies were in when we found ya yesterday.†Oh, fuck. Scout had completely forgotten about that. “What are you talkin’ about I couldn’t see shit-…uh, I mean that was from before I’d gotten here!†Sniper rolled his eyes. “W-who are you trying to convince, Scout? Us or yourself?†Spy chimed in, trying his hardest to keep his composure. “Hahahaha real funny! Fuck you man, I ain’t gay!†Scout was completely on the defensive now. “Yeah okay keep tellin’ yourself that, just do it outside, you’re ruinin’ the mood.†Sniper said before starting to kiss his way around Spy’s neck. “Yeah fuck this, I’m goin’ back to my room. I ain’t takin’ a shower next to two guys fuckin’.†Scout replied before turning around swiftly, as he was starting to get hard. “Your loss, then.†The Aussie said in between kisses. “F-fais de beaux rêves.†Spy cooed weakly before moaning. As the rookie left the shower room, he heard Sniper growl huskily and Spy laugh. “Stop zat, y-you are going to stretch out my mask!†Scout briefly glanced over his shoulder to see the Aussie playfully bite and pull at the Frenchman’s balaclava¸ and wanted to die right here. On the bright side, he’d at least have something to think about before going to sleep… During the following week, Scout couldn’t concentrate well during battle, and kept getting himself injured in situations that he normally had no problems handling. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about these homos and the stuff they did while no one was looking? He never had any problems repressing his “fag-urgesâ€(as he called them) before, yet now he couldn’t go a single day without beating off at least four times! The worst part was all the shit the rest of the team was giving him for being suddenly less than effective on the battlefield. Except Sniper and Spy, of course. The queermos just smirked at him whenever he ran into them during or after a battle. After a rough awakening in the respawn room followed by a rather harsh bout of verbal abuse courtesy of Soldier, the boy couldn’t take it anymore and finally decided to cave in. And anyway, just once couldn’t hurt, right? All he had to do was get up there and take it like a man, get it all out of his system and then they’d never speak of it again. That sounded like a flawless plan alright. ------------------------------------------------------ Well into the evening, once everyone had gone back to their rooms, Scout snuck out of his and made his way to the sharpshooter’s nest. He gripped the ladder, listening for sound, and started climbing once he heard voices above him. The two older men had started without him, Sniper wearing nothing but his pants and aviators and Spy still unbuttoning his undershirt. “Ahem.†He coughed to get their attention. The grin that formed on their lips when they noticed him made Scout want to punch it off their faces. “Well, well, look who it is! Can we help ya with somethin’, mate?†The Sniper jeered while adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, I want in.†The young runner stared at them, unflinching. “Want in wot now?†The Australian answered, even though he perfectly knew what Scout meant, that motherfucker. “You know, the secret. I want uh… I wanna be a part of it too!†“Pardon? I do not think I get what you mean.†Their fake obliviousness was really starting to get on Scout’s nerves, even though he knew he deserved all that snark. “Oh come the fuck on! You guys know exactly what I want so why do I hafta say it?†He whined. They really planned to drive him up the fucking wall, didn’t they? “I’m a Sniper, not a mind-reader, m’afraid you’ll have to be more specific…†The arrogant grin on Sniper’s face looked almost predatory. It was the smile of a hunter who’d finally cornered his prey. “Okay okay you win I’ll say it! I want you guys to screw me, alright? Ever since I ended up stuck up here by accident I haven’t been able to think straight! And it’s all your fuckin’ fault!†Scout let out a defeated groan before continuing. “And YES, I know, I’m a fag too, whatever. Shut up.†There, he finally said it. And it felt pretty fucking good, too. But there was no turning back now. “Heh, that’s pretty unusual of you to give in that fast.†Sniper snickered. Scout was about to retort, but he felt a hand on his shoulder. Spy had creeped up next to him without the Bostonian noticing and was wearing considerably less clothing than a few moments ago. It took Scout every ounce of self-restraint not to make fun of his French flag-themed briefs. He didn’t linger on it, though, because aside from his balaclava he was wearing nothing else and his nudity was pretty distracting. “That is enough, Sniper, it is not polite to keep people waiting. I believe we have a guest to entertain. After you, gamin.†The Frenchman said coolly, motioning the boy to get on the bed. “Tch. And you call me no fun. Well aight’ boy, you better brace yourself ‘cause I’m gonna rock your bloody world!†The marksman’s smirk got wider after saying that and Scout suddenly felt really nervous. Or really aroused, he couldn’t really tell. Stupid sexy Sniper. “Uh, just so ya know, I’ve never done this before, so…†“We figured.†The pair replied in unison. The youth sat in between his older comrades, unsure of what to do. “So uh, now what?†He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as Sniper and Spy quickly made the first move. The Australian slid his hands under Scout’s shirt, slowly trailing over his back, sides and abs. The foreign touch sent shivers down the kid’s spine. Spy, on the other hand, was simply rubbing his thigh while smiling at him. It wasn’t his usual creeper smile, though, it was more like a “I’m really glad you came man I’ve been waiting forever, you know you’re really fuckin’ hot?†kind of smile. That’s what it appeared to him anyway, being the hottest(and only) piece of Grade-A Bostonian man-meat for miles around. “Just relax. We’re gonna make it worth your while.†He whispered behind Scout’s ear in a husky tone. Spy closed in, his face now inches from the younger man’s. “Tell me, how long have you been waiting for zis?†He questioned. “Waaaay too long, man.†Scout was pleasantly surprised, as he suspected the pair wouldn’t pass a chance to humiliate and make him their bitch and whatnot. But here they were being all tender and nice(and super gay) with him, so he regained some of his boldness. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. “So, you gonna kiss me or what?†He said, licking his lips. Spy snickered at the greenhorn’s bluntness, decided to do the same and pressed his lips against his younger partner’s, gently slipping his tongue into his mouth. It felt completely different from the few times he’d kissed his ex-girlfriend back in high-school. When they made out, it was always sloppy, clumsy and awkward, but with Spy, it was slow, sensual and tasted a bit like cigarettes. Scout let the older man probe his mouth for a bit before kissing back, trying to imitate his older companion’s tongue movements to avoid looking TOO inexperienced. Spy broke the kiss and licked his lips. “Mmmh, you learn quickly, boy.†Before Scout could respond, the half-naked French rogue started nibbling at his neck, gradually moving downward to his collarbone. The sounds that came out of the boy quickly told him that he was on the right track. So did the apparent bulge in his pants. “Aight’ mate, shirt off!†Sniper started pulling Scout’s shirt up and the latter raised his arms to help the man get it off. Spy interrupted his nipping to give them a hand with their ordeal and couldn’t help but stare wantonly at the runner’s svelte frame. “Like what ya see, frenchie?†Scout teased. “Man, this is great! They’re totally into me!†He thought, not that it was surprising or anything. His past nervousness was now completely gone and had been replaced by his usual smugness. “Indeed, but surely you could show me more than zat…?†The Spy asked in a mock-pleading tone. Scout obliged and brought his legs up on the bed to make himself more comfortable, then unzipped his pants and started taking them off. Spy helped by taking off his footwear, and Scout was glad respawning made you clean as if you just took a shower when he looked at the worn-out state of his socks as the masked assassin pulled them off. Scout edged backward to ease himself out of his trousers faster only to bump into Sniper’s chest. Yes, that same chest he kept fantasizing about laying on ever since he’d first caught his two teammates going at it. “Heh, I take back what I said earlier, you’re no kid!†The Aussie commented. He snaked his arms around the younger man’s waist again and pulled the youth closer to him. It was hot and sort of fuzzy, just like he imagined. He could feel Sniper’s breath on the nape of his neck and holy shit he was so turned on his underwear felt like a fucking prison now. Spy discarded Scout’s garments on the floor and edged nearer to the other two, eager to continue where they left off. “Hmph, thanks old man! Wanna compare? I’ll bet I’m bigger than both of you!†Scout cracked. “You shall soon see zat size is not important. It is the performance zat counts!†Spy cracked back as he effortlessly slid out of his very… French underwear. Dude was pretty damn flexible, the rookie noted. He wasn’t as well-endowed as Scout, but with that size he could probably still make him walk funny if he wanted to. “You’ll feel mine when the time comes.†Sniper and Spy resumed their fondling and it wasn’t long before the former hit Scout’s sensitive area on his left pec, drawing a whimper from the younger man. “Oh? That’s quite an… interesting spot ya got here, mate.†Scout rested his head on the marksman’s shoulder and lifted his arms up, wrapping them around the Australian’s neck to make himself more comfortable and give his partners an easier access to his body. “Yeah… keep doin’ that…†The boy was overwhelmed by how good everything they did to him felt to come up with a witty comeback and just stared at the ceiling, unable to do anything else. The pair explored every inch of Scout’s body, gauging his reactions to their touch. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming a bit whenever Spy’s hands wandered too close to his crotch. Or from letting out a pleased groan when Sniper pecked his neck or licked his earlobe. The hunter only used one hand, constantly flicking and teasing Scout’s sweet spot with his other one. All this touching felt ten times better than when he did it himself and it was embarrassing because he couldn’t stop himself from making low, drawn-out moans and sounded like a goddamn cat purring but at this point he didn’t fucking care anymore. Being a fag was awesome! “Hnnnn~… This is fuckin’ heaven, man!†“Bet’cha feel like a chump for turnin’ us down before, eh mate?†Scout turned his head to face the Sniper, who as expected was smiling like a douchenozzle again. God damn that face pissed him off(not without turning him on). “Oh just shut up and kiss me, ya Aussie bastard.†Sniper tiled the boy’s chin up and was about to oblige, but this time Scout took the initiative and shoved his tongue in Sniper’s mouth, using everything he’d learned from kissing Spy. He was more aggressive, though, because being all delicate and passionate and shit was for French people(read: pussies) and girls, and he was neither. The gunman responded with equal fervor, his tongue struggling with his younger teammate’s. Spy, being the jealous bastard that he was, started licking and sucking on the boy’s sensitive nipple and made him lose the battle with a moan. “Fiesty little fella, ain’t he?†Sniper said to Spy, who briefly stopped to nod in agreement. The Aussie let go of the youth for a moment and felt around his shelf, looking for something. “Hey! Who told ya to stop?†Scout complained. “Mille excuses†The Frenchman said in a fake apologetic tone before lashing out at the Bostonian’s pectoral once again. “Y-yo Snipes, what’cha d-doin’? Oh damn…†Scout did his best to keep a normal tone of voice, because now Spy was also rubbing his crotch through his briefs. “Gimme a minute, I’m lookin’ for… Ah! There it is!†Scout recognized the tube of lubricant that almost got him caught last time he was here. “F-fuck yeah! Now we’re talkin’!†He still couldn’t believe he was looking forward to getting fucked in the ass by two guys almost twice his age. “Y’know, I never expected ya to be THAT into it, to be honest.†Sniper said while squirting some of the slick gel onto his fingers. “Who cares! Only idiots never change their minds, old man.†Spy stopped his groping and chuckled, but before he could make a wisecrack Scout’s underwear had somehow landed on his face. “Oh, super.†The Frenchman made a disgusted face before throwing the precum-soaked undergarment aside. His gaze then shifted to Scout’s stiffened cock and the latter could swear his eyes widened for a second. “You two done gawkin’ yet? I know I’m pretty awe-inspirin’ and all but we ain’t got all night!†“Sniper, ze lubricant, please.“ As soon as he was done slicking himself, the sharpshooter tossed the lube at Spy, who poured himself a handful and rubbed his hands together. “Hey! Don’t forget about me! I need some t-WHOA HOLY SHIT!†Scout arched his back when Spy grabbed his throbbing member and started making long, deliberate pumping motions. “Do not worry, Je m’en occupe.†He cooed. Scout leaned back on Sniper again and pulled at the sheets, unable to contain his groans any longer. He thrusted in Spy’s hand a few times, yearning for more of that delightful friction. “Easy there, mate, ‘else you’ll be finished before the fun’s even started!†The hunter commented. “Fuck that, man, this feels way too good for me to-HEY! Why’d you stop?†Scout glanced at the man in front of him, and his question was quickly answered. Spy was laying on his back, his legs spread and two of his fingers inside his own ass. He was sliding them in and out, making circular motions to make sure he was well-lubed and looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much… “Maaaaan Snipes, that’s quite a girlfriend ya got there. French, obedient AND slutty! Ya don’t even need to ask him to put out!“ Sniper laughed out loud at that comment. “Actually, I’d say he’s more like a housewife, mate. Bloke’s a bloody good cook! He even insists on cleaning my van!†“Heh, you should ask him to clean this place too sometimes, at least to get rid of the smell.†Scout said as he inched closer to Spy, who had finished lubricating himself. The latter bolted back up as soon as he heard the word “cleanâ€. “SEE? Even he thinks so! And please, do not act like I am your maid! I only do zis out of concern because if I did not, zat place you call your home would have turned into a pig sty long ago and you would have choked to death in your own stench!†For some reason, Scout didn’t find this surprising AT ALL. “See Scout, this is why he’s the woman in this relationship.†The boy snorted. “And this place’s fine the way it is. The smell makes it less likely for anyone else to come up here. But enough with that, let’s get down to business!†The Australian said as he lightly pushed Scout forward to make him stand on all fours. The sudden movement surprised the young man, who briefly looked back for an even bigger surprise: Now that he’d finally gotten a good look at Sniper’s penis, he noticed how big the Australian was compared to him. This made some of his uneasiness come back. Was he really gonna be able to fit that thing inside him? Before he could ponder any further on the question, Spy and Sniper had already closed in on him. “Qu’est-ce qu’il y a, mon beau? You look rather tense.†Spy said while sliding a finger down Scout’s chest. “Oh, nothing! J-just get on with it already!†Sniper leaned in to kiss him on the neck, and oh god his erection was brushing up against his ass and he couldn’t stop himself from trembling with excitement AND nervousness because holy shit he was finally losing his virginity but at the same time Sniper’s shlong was so BIG and LONG it was probably gonna hurt like a fucking bitch. “Ease up, we ain’t gonna hurt ya.†The sharpshooter murmured in his ear before groping the boy’s firm butt. “Hmmm, how many miles did ya run to get an ass like that, I wonder?†Scout moaned and felt himself relax a bit as Sniper kneaded his butt-cheeks and started kissing Spy to give himself some incentive to go all the way with this queer stuff. “Aight, I hope you’re ready, ‘cause here I come!†Sniper got himself into position and Scout slung his arm around Spy’s neck for support before burying his face in the frenchman’s chest. He didn’t want to give Sniper the satisfaction of making him scream when he’d enter him. “Do your worst, Koala-fucker. I can take it!†When he noticed how much Scout was trembling, Spy started stroking the youth’s back and muttering reassuring stuff in French. â€Relaxe, ça va aller…†The youth bit his lip and braced himself, but the pain didn’t come. Instead, he felt something slick nuzzle up against his balls. He gave a quick glance between his legs and saw that instead of sticking his dick inside him, Sniper was rubbing it against his own. That…felt pretty good, actually! It was pretty impressive though, since Scout always figured he had a big dick, but he was totally beat here, because Sniper’s was long enough to rub up against his entire length! “Told ya it wasn’t gonna hurt!†The Aussie said while making slow thrusts. “Gee, thanks for going the extra mile for me, but I could’ve taken it. I’m a man, goddamnit!†Yeah, he was, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t relieved right now. “Ya never know with first-timers. For example, I never would’ve thought ya’d be this much of a moaner before tonight!†Sniper replied as he sped up his thrusting, wringing a few moans from the smaller man. Scout drew away from Spy and went back to supporting himself with his hands. “C’mere, Frenchie. Ya made me feel pretty good earlier so I’ll return the favor.†He smiled and lowered his head as Spy edged closer and stared at the Frenchman’s manhood for a few moments, mentally preparing himself for his first blowjob. Hopefully he wouldn’t mess it up. “Okay uh, here goes nothin’!†Scout took Spy’s length in his mouth and started slowly bobbing his head up and down, occasionally letting out a muffled moan from Sniper’s cock pushing against his. He was doing pretty well until Sniper decided to ruin everything like a jackass with a particularly swift thrust(that felt really fucking good, by the way), making Scout’s body jolt forward and take too much of Spy’s erection in and gag on it. “F-fuck, sorry about that. I ain’t used to all this queer shit yet.†Even though it wasn’t completely his fault, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. “Do not worry about it, just use your hand instead, I think you are more accustomed to zat, non?†Scout raised an eyebrow at Spy’s implication, but shrugged it off and started pumping without warning, making the Rogue gasp, arch his back and buck his hips just like he did to him earlier. The masked man then started fingering himself again and used his free hand to hold himself up. “Aaaah, c’est bon…†The rookie smirked at the man’s reaction. He’d never guessed that he could look or sound like that before, much less because of him! Accelerating his tugs, Scout tried to see if how much he could make Spy moan before he went over the edge himself. Spy reacted positively to this change in speed by groaning even louder and he even lost his balance a couple of times! It felt great being the one in control for once. As if he took a hint, Sniper sped up his grinding to match Scout’s pumping and that, combined with Spy’s writhing ecstasy was enough to drive the boy near the point of no-return. “S-shit you guys I t-think I’m gonna-aaah….†Sniper leaned forward, still grinding against Scout, and slid his hand over to the youth’s nipple and started flicking at it mercilessly. It wasn’t long before Scout cried out in pleasure and came on the sheets beneath him. His mind went blank and, after collapsing on the bed, he felt Sniper crawl over him and move over to where Spy was. If they said something he couldn’t hear it becaus
Next and last part that I have. Enjoy. -------------------------------------------------------------------- It didn’t take long for the Scout to realize that his two comrades had left without waking him up… and that he had wrapped himself in the dirty blankets from the previous night in his sleep. As he retched and threw them off the bed, he noticed his swag all piled up on a nearby shelf. At least they (well, it was probably just Spy) had the decency fold his clothes. The youth didn’t really know how to take their sudden take-off, though. Maybe they left early to go back to their respective sleeping quarters to avoid suspicion? Or maybe it was their way of telling him he was a terrible fuck and to never come back to the nest again? Granted, there was a 99.99% chance that it wasn’t the latter but it’d still bug Scout all day if he didn’t ask one of them. The sun’s rays dimly shone through the nest, which meant that it was probably around 9am, so Scout would have enough time for breakfast today. He’d slept better than he had in weeks, and it was one of those rare times he’d gotten up early. The boy wasted no time, slid down the rope ladder and took a good look at the morning sun. For him, today was a new beginning and he was gonna start it off with a bang. He might’ve been a homo now, but he was by no means a pussy and he was going to show those BLU bitches that queers weren't just people who talked with a lisp and wore assless pants. The common room was silent except for Demoman and Heavy talking with their mouths full and Pyro humming something incomprehensible while cooking more eggs, the usual. “Mornin’, you guys.†He was met with muffled greetings and nods of acknowledgement. The Scout noticed something: Spy and Sniper were missing. It wasn’t unusual though, from all the time he’d spent here at the base, the two rarely attended breakfast. Scout only realized this now because he never really cared about either of them until about a week ago. He held up on asking about the pair for now because to the rest of the team, all three of them weren’t exactly fond of each other. He casually brought it up when only Medic, Engineer and Pyro remained at the table. “Yo, somethin’s been buggin’ me. How come Snipes and Spy’re never here during breakfast? Are they too socially-retarded in the mornin’ or somethin’?†Scout said. “Now now boy, I’m sure they have their reasons.†The Engineer replied. “Maybe Sniper just likes to get to his post earlier than us and enjoy a nice warm cuppa coffee by himself while watchin’ the sun rise.†Maybe he enjoys listening to the early birdies sing too? Get real. “An’ I’m sure Spah’s got lots of professional reasons not to get involved with us. Fella can’t really allow himself to get emotionally attached to people, with the kinda job he has.†Scout rolled his eyes. Oh Engie, if only you knew. “Und since vhen do you care about those two, Scout?†The Medic asked, his eyes locked on the boy. Scout didn’t like that look one bit. It felt like the German was analyzing him. “Huh? I don’t give a crap ‘bout either of them. I’m just curious as to why they never show up. That a crime or somethin’?†The Doctor pushed his glasses back and furrowed his brows. “Ach, nevermind. Anyvay, they used to eat vith us more often several months ago, but once they started… disliking each other they pretty much stopped coming here in the morning. I have alvays found this rather strange. Don’t you agree?†Medic said. “Uh, nothin’ really strange about that, doc. They just plain don’t like each other, period. If I hated someone on here I wouldn’t wanna eat at the same table as them. Especially since I’m real cranky in the mornin’.†Pyro seemed to agree with the Scout, and Engineer simply shrugged. “Boy’s got a point, Doc.†The engineer interjected. “What’s so strange about two fellas not wantin’ to see each other?†Medic let out a defeated sigh and got up from his seat. “Aah, forget I said that. Now if you vill excuse me I am going to get ready for the upcoming battle. You two should hurry up as vell.†He motioned to Scout and Pyro. “Yeah, c’mon Pyro, gimme your flare gun I wanna burn shit before the mission starts.†In reality, Scout just wanted to get away from Medic for a while, because he was clearly suspecting something. The battle went off without a hitch for Scout, who seemed rejuvenated by the previous night. The enemy Engineer hadn’t even set up a sentry in their intel room! The runner was making a mad dash for his base, the rest of the team following closely behind him and together they made short work of any BLUs they ran into. Scout allowed himself to break the formation and ran ahead. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a “beep†coming from behind a huge rock and poked his head around it to confirm his fears: The BLU Engie had set up a fully-upgraded sentry right next to the path leading to their base, and on top of that he had a constant supply of ammo thanks to a dispenser. On the ground, a spinning device emitting a blue glow also caught his attention. Crap, they also had a working teleporter. This was not good. Scout turned tail to warn his teammates. “HEY GUYS WATCH OUT! THEY’VE GOT A SENTRY SET U-“ In his hurry, the rookie didn’t notice the blue blur coming straight at him from the corner of his eye. “SURPRISE, BITCH!†Before he knew what was happening, he was thrown back by the impact of his BLU counterpart’s Force-A-Nature right into the sentry’s line of sight. He felt his already battered body tear apart by the force of the bullets until the rockets finished him off. It was an arduous fight, but the rest of the team managed to break through the BLU Engineer’s defenses and emerged victorious. When he came out of the respawn room, Scout still felt queasy from dying in such a gruesome manner. The feeling of his innards spilling out of his gut always left a mark on him, no matter how often it happened. Even though his team had won today’s battle, he didn’t feel like celebrating at all, since his perfect mood had been ruined by that BLU son of a bitch. Out of all the BLU team members, the Scout was the one he hated the most. The little shit wasn’t nearly as good as he was (that kill he’d gotten during battle was purely out of luck, like almost all the other times he’d killed him), yet he had twice the arrogance and smugness the RED had. Dinnertime approaching, the Scout snuck into the kitchen, making sure not to make any noise because it was Engineer’s turn to cook that evening and years of fighting spies off had sharpened his hearing considerably, to the point that the Texan could hear a pin drop. He snatched the tray closest to him and was about to pass through the door when he heard a gruff voice behind him. “Where do you think you’re goin’ with that, boy? It ain’t dinnertime just yet.†The Engineer had never been fond of people sneaking up on him. Scout put on his best fake smile before turning around. “Damn, you’re good. Not even a freakin’ Spy could get past you!†Scout said. “I reiterate; where do you think you’re goin’ with that?†Engie repeated, inflexible. “Oh, back to my room. I’m not feelin’ it tonight I guess. I know dinner’s boring as hell without me around but I just need some alone time, alright?†Scout said, putting his best tormented teenager act on. “You’ve been actin’ pretty weird these past few days, Scout. Did somethin’ happen?†Yep, typical Engie. “Whoa, whoaaaa, don’t go into mom-mode just yet, alright? I’m fine! I just need to rest up a bit, no biggie.†Scout wasn’t sure if he liked the Engineer’s kind nature or not. On one hand he was even nosier than his ma when it came to FEELIN’S but on the other hand it was so easy to manipulate him using said FEELIN'S. He was just as merciless as any of them on the battlefield, though. “Well alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then. But if you ever wanna talk…†The older man didn’t even get to finish his sentence that Scout had already left the kitchen. Once he got back to his room, he mused over several plans as he ate his potatoes drenched in gravy, but wasn’t able to find a good enough scheme to get back at the other Scout. His train of thought was interrupted by a light knock on his door. “Come on in, it’s open.†The doorknob turned and the door creaked open, revealing…no one? “Uh… hello? Anybody here?†No response. The Scout set down his tray and walked to the door to investigate. Poking his head outside, he scanned the corridor, which was empty. “Is this some kinda joke? Whoever you are I hope you’re proud of yourself because that’s gradeschool-level humor!†He waited for a reaction, but nothing came so he closed the door shut. “What the hell was that all about?†Scout grumbled, still facing the door. Before he could turn around, he heard the flick of a switch and the room became pitch black. “Okay this isn’t funny!†The youth lunged toward the spot he knew the light switch was, hoping to catch whoever was in the room with him but merely bumped into the wall. Wasting no time turning the lights back on, the Scout did a 180, only to meet face to face with Spy. The Frenchman had a demented expression on his face, al cigarette in his mouth and was brandishing a knife. “AAAAAUUUUUUGH! What the hell, man? We’re on the same side!†Spy took a few steps toward the younger man, his expression unchanged. “If this is about me sticking my dick in your mouth last night, I’m sorry okay! I thought ya liked that shit!†Frantically looking around the room, Scout spotted his bat… at the opposite end of the room. Fuck, Spy had him cornered. “L-look man, can’t we just talk about this?†Spy lowered his head to Scout’s level, to the point that their noses were almost touching and… “BOO!†The greenhorn hoped from the bottom of his heart that no one else was around, because that was without a doubt the girliest shriek to ever come out of him. When his heart calmed down, he saw that the Spy was holding his sides, laughing and snorting almost hysterically, and that the knife he was holding was actually Scout’s gravy-covered butter-knife. “You should have seen your face! And oh mon dieu zat scream!†He was laughing so much he started coughing and his cigarette actually fell from his mouth, that jackass. “Oh you asshole.†Scout grinned wryly. “If you do that again I’ll stick my foot so far up your ass you’ll be walkin’ like a cowboy for the rest of your life!†He wasn’t really angry, of course, because if he had a cloaking device like Spy he’d pull shit like that on everyone all the time. “I would like zat, yes.†The Frenchman joked(?) and gave him a small smile before bending down to pick up his smoke. God, it was creepy. “Uh… no comment, pal. So, ya got a reason for coming here aside from making stupid jokes?†Scout said as he sat back down on the bed. Spy looked almost offended. “What, so now I need a reason to pay my new friend a visit?†He complained in an over-exaggerated manner. Scout was unimpressed. “Oh please. With that tone even I can tell it’s bullshit. C’mon, spill it.†Spy conceded and replied with a sheepish grin. “Alright, you win. I require your… assistance for something.†Spy said as he eased himself down onto the edge of the bed. The boy was surprised. Of all people, Spy needed HIS help? “It is about Sniper, you see. He is a very… proud man. And because of zat pride he has, he always refuses to do certain things...†Scout cut him off, knowing exactly what the Frenchman had in mind. “Ooooh, I get it. He doesn’t wanna take it like a man and you’re sick of being the bitch, am I right?†He said as he started cutting up his meager piece of roast beef. “Hmmm, it would seem you are more observant zan you look.†Spy said while taking one of Scout’s carrots from the tray. “Okay, seriously. Do you guys all think I’m THAT stupid? Just because you geezers all have more than 10 years on me doesn’t mean you should treat me like a freakin' kid! I DID finish high-school, y’know… well, okay, almost.†This was true to an extent, because while his comrades had recognized that he was a force to be reckoned with during battle, they’d often brush him off because he was much younger than most of them thus making him the “baby†of the team, as Heavy liked to remind him. “Oh and hands off. Go find your own grub, this is mine.†“Forgive me, zen. It is true zat I should start treating you more like an adult, considering what happened yesterday.†The Spy replied with a wink. “And I had already eaten my share of ze meal before you went to get yours, anyway. A good Spy must always be one step ahead of everyone, after all.†The Spy said as he took another drag from his cigarette. “Well if you’re “one step ahead of everyone†like you say, ya should know that this stud doesn’t come cheap! What’s in it for me, Frenchie? I want more than just sloppy seconds.†Scout asked with confidence. “Well, I think I know a thing or two zat could make you change your mind… how about a, let’s say… continuation from yesterday?†The rogue replied as he edged closer to Scout. “What do you know, that’s exactly what I had in mind! Man, we must be developing some sorta collective homo-hivemind or something, I hope Sniper didn’t overhear us.†The greenhorn joked. For a moment, Spy seemed at a loss for words. “… and you call my humor bad. I will also have you know zat a man of my caliber does not limit himself solely to men.†“Bullshit, you’re as faggy as they come. I won’t believe it ‘till I see it.†Scout said as he ate a mouthful of carrots. “Fine. If it is photographic evidence that you need, you can have as much as you like.†Without further ado, Spy pulled out of one of his pockets what looked like a wallet, only much larger, opened it up and flipped it over. From it fell a plethora of pictures, most of which depicted Spy and someone else on some kind of date. The rest were crude, badly-lit snapshots of Spy getting it on with some of the people he'd dated, probably taken with a hidden camera. “I always make sure to keep at least one souvenir of every lover I have had.†“Wow, you’re one hell of a skirt-chaser, huh.†Scout said as he took some pictures to get a better look at them. There were at least 20-25 different people, of varying gender and age. “Hey! This lady kinda reminds me of my ma!†“Zat is because she happens to be ze BLU Scout’s mother.†Spy’s expression immediately changed to a worried one as he saw the devilish grin that formed on Scout's face when he heard his last words. “Why are you staring at me like zat?†“Oh, nothin’. Can I keep a couple of ‘em? There’s… somethin’ I need them for.†“Go right ahead, she was one ze few I spent more zan one night with so I made a lot of copies.†“And hey, who’s the blond bomb on this one?†His attention was now on a picture of Spy with a busy-bodied girl wearing trashy, southern-looking attire. “If I weren’t a homo she’d totally be my type.†This was true, since to some extent she looked like a more… mature version of his ex, who he probably would’ve stayed “straight†for if she had been less of a bitch and had bigger tits. “Zis young woman here is ze BLU Engineer’s daughter. It is a shame she is not nearly as smart as her father, she would have made a great wife. Especially with zat body of hers…†“Wow, so you got to bang a typical busty, hare-brained, cock-hungry farmer’s daughter? That’s awesome, man! High five!†Seeing Scout raise his palm, Spy reluctantly did the same and let the boy smack his hand against his. “Err… yes, ‘high five’. And yes she was rather… cock-hungry, like you said. Zat must have been because of her father’s religious background. He used to be a priest in his younger days, if I remember correctly.†The rookie gave him a weird look. “A priest? Seriously? So what the hell did he join BLU for, slaughter people in the name of Jesus?†“Probably. I did not investigate further on his case.†Scout went back to the stack of pictures and his gaze stopped on one of Spy seemingly enjoying a glass of champagne under some fireworks with a young man wearing a military uniform. The younger man couldn’t have been more than five years older than Scout and was shaped like a freakin’ brick wall. The crew cut he was sporting went well with the thin layer of stubble that started as sideburns and traced a thin line against his prominent square jawline. He looked really familiar, too… “Hot damn, who’s the hunk? He’s a homo too right? Please tell me he’s a homo or else I’ll be really disappointed.†Spy couldn’t help but grin at Scout’s enthusiasm. “No worries, he loves men just as much as we do. Zis one is ze enemy Soldier’s younger brother, and I have to say he was a tough nut to crack. Ze poor boy was even more in denial than you were. He did not seem to regret ze times we spent togezher, though.†Spy said. “Oh, so you shagged him more than once? D’you still keep contact with him?†Scout asked, his voice full of hope. Spy chuckled. “Yes, yes I do. I could introduce you to him next time we go on leave, I suppose.†He said as he reached the butt of his cigarette, which he unceremoniously crushed against the sole of his shoe. “Yeah, you better. But man, did you ever go steady with one of these people?†“Never for more zan one or two months, unless you count Sniper. We have been “togezher†for at least half a year now.†Spy said. “Yeah, well, it’s not like he can just go and fuck someone else since it’s just the nine of us out here. Last I checked none of them are fags except MAYBE Engie. Plus do you even know what Snipes is like when he’s not on the base? What if he turns into some hardcore sugar daddy when he’s off-duty, huh?†Scout said, pointing his fork at Spy. “Oh, actually he had never been with another man before we met. Our little relationship did not happen overnight, either! It took him several months to actually tell me how he felt and well, I will say zat we were both pleasantly surprised. He also really knows how to talk to a man, for someone who has never been with anyone but prostitutes and his right hand...†Scout snickered. “Oh, so he was barely a notch above me, heh.†The younger man said as he took in another big bite of mashed potatoes. “Well, contrary to you, he is actually a man of class under zat brash exterior.†That quip got to Scout more than he liked to admit. “Yerh wll fuff yrh, ah g't prrny ff clrss.†He sputtered, sending all kinds of crumbs at the Spy, who shielded himself with his arm. The frenchman sighed. “If you say so. Now, shall we?†He said as he started undoing his tie. “Hell yeah, now we’re talkin’!†The boy got up, set his tray on a nearby shelf and didn’t waste any time stripping himself. By the time he’d gotten down to his underwear, Spy only had only removed the top part of his suit. Scout noted that the older man had all kinds of scars around the back of his neck and shoulders, ranging from bite marks to cigarette burns. He hadn’t noticed them the first time before because of the lack of light. “Whoa! What the hell happened to your back?†“Oh, zhese are Sniper’s doing. After a while he started getting… bolder in bed. Not that zis is a bad zhing, mind you.†Spy said as he turned around to face the Scout. The latter quickly examined the Spy and damn now that he’d gotten a good look at him he couldn’t help but stare. “What is ze matter, boy? You are not zhinking of backing out now, are you?†He said in a cocky manner. “Fuck that. The one who’s going to have marks when we’re done with him is Sniper, not me. I was just checkin’ out the merchandise, is all.†Scout replied in an even cockier tone. Spy was top quality, though. He wasn’t as buff or hairy as Sniper, but his chiseled abs and chest were pretty impressive, for someone who rarely had to break a sweat on the battlefield. Fucker probably spent his free time shaking it in front of Jane Fonda workout tapes or something. “Alright let’s do this before the others come back.†He said as he hopped back on the bed. “I will teach you and make you feel things you never thought possible.†The Spy crawled toward Scout, with that same grin he had on their first night. “Yeah yeah, edu-ca-mate me or whatever.†The runner replied. He laid back on his end of the bed, using his arms to support his head. Soon enough, Spy was looming over him and slowly kissing his way up Scout’s chest. He stopped at the neck and painted a wet line under the younger man’s jaw before moving in for a kiss. The Scout decided to take it slow this time too, and took his time entangling his tongue with Spy’s, enjoying the moment as much as he could. All the while, his hands roamed the Frenchman’s back and sides, feeling the muscles and scars along the way. Breaking the kiss, Scout asked a question that burned his lips. “Yo uh, I’ve been wonderin’. What’s the plan? Like, do you want me to hold him down while you do things to him or somethin’? Because I dunno if that’s gonna work, I mean he’s still a pretty big guy and stuff. And I'm not sure if I'd be cool with doin' somethin' like that.†“You will know in due time, trust me.†Spy said with a smile before locking his lips with Scout’s again. The latter was about to break away and demand an answer, but Spy started sliding his fingers against THAT spot on his nipple again and all he could do was grip the metal bars at the end of the bed and moan in the Frenchman’s mouth. That fucking frog knew exactly what to do to make him shut up and, while Scout wasn’t too keen on that idea, he could live with it, especially if it felt this good every time. It took him a few second to realize that he was unconsciously grinding his junk against Spy’s abdomen and the feeling was so great that he forgot about everything around them. He heard two faint metal clicks coming from behind his head, but he was too into it to pay it any mind. However, once he heard a second pair of clicks, he was pulled right out of his trance and pulled his head away from the Spy. “What was that sound?†He questioned Spy, who just smirked at him. He tried to move his arms back to him, but his movements were stopped by what felt like metal rings around his wrists and a faint clinking was heard. "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me." He pulled a bit, but got the same results. “Did you seriously handcuff me to the bed?†“Oui.†“Okay man I know everyone has their kinks and stuff but this is a bit TOO kinky for me. Get them off!†Scout tried pulling harder, but in vain. “Why? You asked me if I had a plan, and I merely answered your question.†Spy said as he sat back up. “Yeah but I would’ve liked it better if you’d just told me. Seriously, I’m really not feelin’ this. C’mon, man!†He said, now pulling as hard as he could. “Relax. I am not going to hurt you. Zis will be fun, you will see.†It’s not that Scout didn’t trust Spy, it’s just that it was his second time and he wasn’t quite ready for this kind of kinky shit. That and he felt pretty damn vulnerable in this state. "...Or it could be that I was wrong about you, boy. Maybe you are not quite ready to be treated like an adult just yet. If you want to back out like a sissy just tell me and I will go see Sniper instead." Spy was pretty damn lucky that Scout was bound at the moment, because the boy would have sent him to respawn with his bare hands for calling him a sissy. "SISSY? Fuck you man! I just don't like being tied up, that's all!" "Really? I believe your body thinks otherwise." Spy said as he pointed at Scout's apparent erection, his finger lightly brushing against his tip. The latter jerked his hips in surprise. "Oh come on, that's from before when you were all rubbin' up against me and--hhssshhh!..." The Frenchman had started fondling Scout's cock through the fabric. "Do you want me to stop?" That's it. That goddamn spook had him trapped. There's no fucking way he could ask him to stop NOW, because as uncomfortable as his current situation made him feel, the Spy's skilled hands were quick to make him forget about his worries. "Oh goddamnit, does it look like I want you to stop? You win, I'm yours, damnit!" His situation wasn't so bad anyway, since the worst that could happen was that they'd get caught. And even if they did, he could always say that Spy had been molesting him or something. "Good boy." Spy said as he slowly removed his younger partner's underwear, revealing his throbbing member. The rogue resumed his previous position, only this time his face was much closer to Scout's groin, and let his hands wander around the Boston Boy's toned thighs before spreading them. The minute it took Spy to do all this felt like an eternity to the Scout, who was about to complain, but the need to whine disappeared as quickly as it came when Spy made one agonizingly long stroke with his tongue against all of Scout's length. "Oh Jesus christ." The Spy repeated his previous maneuver, only with shorter, quicker motions. With every wet path the older man made around his dick, Scout could feel his heart beat faster and faster. Soon enough, the warm wetness of Spy's mouth enveloped Scout's cock and the latter started having trouble controlling what came out of his mouth. What he was feeling at the moment couldn't be compared to anything he'd ever felt before. It was just too fucking awesome. His mind was on a rollercoaster ride with no signs of slowdown in sight, he had a hard time breathing normally and his heart felt like was about to jump out of his chest. "Goddamn, feels amazing..." The Spy chuckled, and the soft humming the Scout felt around his cock made him buck into Spy's mouth, who took all his length with ease. Fucker sucked like a pro. With this in mind, the younger man started thrusting upward with little restraint. The Spy pulled his mouth off Scout's member a short while later, but the latter didn't have time to say anything because before he knew it Spy's mouth was on his balls and what came out of him was an incoherent mess of jumbled words and moans. He could feel Spy's tongue everywhere on his groin; around the base of his cock, his inner thighs, his balls and even lower. "Hm, I zink we will need more leverage for zis." The Spy said as he took the boy's second pillow and placed it under his lower-back. The Scout hadn't realized that Spy had stopped lavishing his family jewels and was a bit surprised when he felt his legs being pushed back toward him. He knew what was coming, though, because then he could also feel the tip of Spy's nose poking against his balls, as well as the Frenchman's hot breath against his rear-end. It was at that moment that he cursed the handcuffs binding him, not because this whole situation was making him uneasy, but because he so desperately needed to stroke himself, now that Spy's attention was on his ass. Scout couldn't stop himself from quivering uncontrollably as the Spy's moist tongue licked and prodded his asshole. "It is time." The Frenchman said as he pulled his head away from Scout and took out a small tube of lubricant from his back pocket and smeared some on his fingers. "Try not to whine too much, oui? The pain will only last an instant." "Oh shut up will ya? I'm a man, quit treatin' me like some kinda maiden-OW! Ouch! Hey, that stings! Pull it out, pull it out!" Scout said as he tried to squirm away from Spy. "Stop struggling, you will only make it worse." Spy said as he pushed his finger deeper inside. ‘Come on, it's not even that painful, man the fuck up.’ Scout thought before relaxing. Spy was right. As he kept on fingering him, the pain slowly yet surely started to fade away. Hell, it was even starting to feel pretty good! That until Spy decided to jam another finger inside him and started stretching him out. The younger man let out a small gasp of pain, which disappeared in a matter of seconds. Scout was now unconsciously pulling at the chains, because his cock was in such a desperate need of attention that it hurt. Spy seemed to notice his teammate's wordless plea and resumed sucking on his dick. What came out of the Scout were now nothing but short, quick gasps of pleasure and he could feel himself approaching his climax. But suddenly, the Spy stopped everything. "Okay, you better give me a damn good reason for why you stopped, Frenchfag." The Scout said a lifted his head up to look at Spy, who had pulled the tube of lube out again. "Who said anything about stopping?." The Spy replied while taking off his pants. It seemed the older man was just as eager as he was, judging by his boner. "We are merely getting started." He said as he smeared the slick gel all over his length. When he noticed how hard Scout was breathing, Spy smiled (It was a normal, genuine smile for once) and leaned forward to kiss Scout. "À l'aise, zis will feel even better zan what I just did to you." The runner's face had distorted into an expression of disgust. "DUDE!" "What is it?" Spy asked. "Don't freakin' kiss me, ya just ate my ass! Now I'm gonna get asshole-breath!" Spy looked dumbfounded, then snorted and laughed heartily before assaulting the rookie with clusters of small kisses everywhere on his face and neck. "Oh freakin' gross! Cut it out!" Scout was laughing, too. "Will it really make a difference, with ze amount of crap you spout on a daily basis?" The Spy mocked. "Says the champion shit-talker of the base." Scout replied in an equally snarky manner. "I guess we go well togezher, zen." Spy said before kissing Scout again. As he leaned back, both of their cocks briefly brushed against each other and it was enough to make the Scout shiver with excitement. "Alright uh, not to sound like a typical faggy virgin but like, be gentle alright? It's not that I'm afraid it'll hurt or anythin' but the walls are pretty much made of cardboard here and I don't wanna get busted, you get me?" "Yes, zat was my intention. Now, are you ready to make a man out of yourself?" "Yeah yeah, just get on with it already!" Spy obliged, and started penetrating Scout as slowly as he could manage. The latter immediately hissed and turned his face sideway, partially burying it in his arm. "Shitshitshit that fuckin’ hurts." He said under his breath before squeezing his eyelids shut and clenching his teeth. "I am all ze way in now. Just relax for a bit. I will not move until you are used to my being inside you." The Scout took advantage of this moment of respite to regulate his breathing. None of them moved for a few moments, until he felt the Spy nudge inside of him. "Aaaah!" "Oh, forgive me, I was only testing to see if you were ready." "No, no, it's fine. Just... just keep doin' it." It was still a bit painful, but not as bad as before. The Spy slid in and out of Scout a for a bit longer, wringing a few more pained groans from him, before grabbing the Scout's ankles and pushing them forward a bit. "H-hey, it doesn't feel bad like this!" Scout said, now barely feeling any pain at all. "You mean when I go right here?" Spy said above him, a smirk etched on his face. "Oh yeah, feels great!" Spy chuckled, and sped up his pace a bit. Mere moments afterwards, footsteps were heard right outside of the room. Most of the team had finished eating dinner and were coming back to their sleeping quarters in a brouhaha of footsteps, laughs and voices. They couldn't have come at a worse time, because at that moment, Spy had hit Scout in just the right spot and drew a deafening "FUCK" out of him. "What's happenin' in there, buddy? 'S everythin' alright?" Engie's voice came from behind the door. "Oh, merde." Spy muttered before freezing up. "Y-yeah! Everythin's fine! I-I just slammed a drawer against my pinky, no problem!" That was the best lie Scout could come up with, because there weren't many things that could make a man scream like he did. "You sure that's wh-" "Oi, Engie, y'ever think MAYBE the lad's havin' a wank an' he just doesn't wanna be disturbed?" It was Demoman, sounding a tad inebriated, like usual. "Oh, well, I um..." "Now c'mon, weren'tcha gonna show me that new sentry prototype ya were talkin' aboot?" God bless Demomen all over the world. "Oh, yeah! Let's go then. Sorry for the intrusion, boy-" "Yeah yeah whatever, g'night." He said not even trying to rebuke the Scotsman's claim. Once the hallway was quiet again, Scout spoke up. "Holy shit that was a close call, now go lock the door will ya?" He felt fucking stupid for forgetting such an obvious precaution, and Spy probably felt the same way. "Agreed." Spy pulled out of Scout and did as he was told. Once he was back on the bed, he also undid Scout's bindings. "I zink you will need your hands from now on." "Yeah, thanks pal. Now let's get back to business. But this time we're doin' it my way!" Scout said as he sat up. The Frenchman gave him an inquisitive look and Scout answered by pushing him on his back and climbing on top of him. "Getting bolder, aren't we?" Spy said, amused. "Eh, I just like being on top. Even if I'm the one gettin' fucked." "Great, now hold still." Spy said as he put his hand on the rookie's hip and guided his cock inside Scout's ass with his other. Scout gasped again, but this time it wasn't a gasp of pain. "Wow, it doesn't even hurt anymore!" Scout exclaimed before covering his mouth with his hand to hide another moan. "I told you so." He was now sliding in and out of the younger man with ease. With his legs getting shaky, staying in a crouching position was proving to be hard for the Scout so he leaned forward and knelt. This gave Spy a better angle so he sped up his thrusting a little and Scout was starting to see stars. He wasn't the only one, though, as Spy was having difficulty staying quiet and keeping a straight face. Scout wondered if he could make the other man completely lose it like he did the night before and pulled himself up and dropped back down on Spy's length. It worked like a charm, making Spy arch back in delight and quickly cover his own mouth. "Two can play at zis game, Scout." He said as he sped up his rhythm even more and snaked his free hand over Scout's chest to play with his sensitive nub. At this point, the younger man thought he was going crazy and his hand could barely deafen his muffled moans. "BUT DOKTOR!" "I varned you! No snacks after dinner! You haff gained enough weight as it is! Vhat dummkopf thought it vas a good idea to send all these chocolate bars to the base anyvay?" "Please! I vill vork out more from now on!" "Nein! Now go back to your room and get some rest!" The adrenaline released by the fear of getting caught made Scout's body tense up and tighten around Spy's cock and that was it for him. He creamed both of their abdomens and collapsed with all his weight on the Frenchman. When he snapped out of his blissful daze, he was laying on his back with his stomach somehow cleaned up. He sluggishly turned his head and noticed the Spy lying beside him, smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smirk. "Alors, heureux?" Scout didn't answer and instead gazed up at the ceiling, realizing what he'd just done. "So I'm a queer now huh." "Mhm." Spy's reply was neutral, monotone. "And it's FUCKIN' AWESOME!" He snuggled up to Spy, snatched his cigarette and took one long puff. "So uh, you've got yourself a deal, pal." Spy snickered and put his arm around Scout, pulling him even closer. "Just as planned." He said. "And about Sniper, you sure you want to do the same stuff to him? I mean maybe we could just... convince him and shit. With words I mean. 'Cause like that'd suck if he just isn't as... open-minded as I am, like what if he just doesn't like it period?" "Oh, believe me. He does." The Spy replied, confident about his answer. "How the hell do you know? You're the first dude he's been with, right?" "Yes, but I have tried it with him once. It is just zat zhere was plenty of alcohol involved and I used my fingers, you see. He enjoys it just as much as you and I." Spy said while taking back his cigarette. "And he didn't freak out or anythin'? 'Cause believe me even if I was drunk out of my mind I would've felt it if something went up my ass." "I was distracting him." "With what, a fuckin' puppet show?" Scout said, raising an eyebrow. "Non, with my mouth." Spy said as if his answer was totally obvious. "Ooooh, smooth." Scout replied before asking a question that had been bugging him. "And uh... did ya get to, ya know, finish? In my ass?" "I had to take care of zat myself, actually." "Ah damn, this is a real frickin' embarassment." "Do not worry about it, I did not even expect you to last zis long anyway. You had more stamina than Sniper ze first time around, if zat makes you feel any better." "Figures." There was a momentary silence in the room, only interrupted by Spy taking drags from his cigarette. "Bon. I zhink I will go back to my room now." Spy sat up, but was stopped by an arm around his waist. "Ya can sleep here tonight if you want." Scout would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the company. "Just sneak back into your room early or somethin'." "Bon, d'accord. I guess zhere is no harm in staying here a little longer." Now, Scout wasn't falling for Spy or any other faggy shit like that, it was just nice to cuddle something other than his pillow for a change. It was a lot comfier too, because it took him less than five minutes to doze off. ------------------------------------ "En avant, mon petit. Just let me do ze talking and ze intel will be ours before zhey even realise what happened." The Spy said, pressing the ice-cold barrel of his revolver against the Scout's back. The latter was led through the bleak, metallic corridors of the BLU base until he came upon a rather large, open room. Before Scout could take a single step inside, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Do not move. You are right outside of its range." Before he could ask the Spy what he meant, he heard a sentry's trademark beep coming from the opposite end of the room. The BLU Engineer was busy upgrading his dispenser, so he hadn't noticed them yet. The Spy cleared his throat as loud as he could to attract the mechanic's attention. "Spah? What in tarnation are you still doin' here?" The Engineer paused, noticing the Scout. His dumbfounded expression changed into a grin. "Well would you look at that! Seems you've brought a guest with ya." The BLU Engie trotted to meet them. "Mon cher Engineer, I have a favor to ask of you. I seem to have...misplaced certain important documents of mine. Would you mind letting me take a look around ze intel room?" Spy asked in an overly polite manner. "No can do, Spah. You know the rules, no one allowed past this point durin' battle. Ya never know who might be a double-agent. And why're ya keepin' the runt around?" He motioned towards the Scout. "Takin' prisoners ain't really useful 'round here, since they can just off themselves when our backs're turned to go back to their base." Engie spoke matter-of-factly. "Well, I figured somezhing like zis would happen, so I planned ahead and brought a little bribe along, if you will." Spy said. "What in God's name are you goin' on about now? For me? What the heck would I do with an enemy Scout? I've already got my hands full with just one runnin' around!" "Oh, but I heard you liked zem young, did you not?" Spy replied with an almost lupine smirk. The enemy Engineer became livid. "I... I don't know what yer talkin' about, Spah..." Engie's voice was reduced to a breathless whisper. "Please do not insult my intelligence any further by playing dumb with me, Engineer. Or perhaps I should say... Fazher." It didn't take genius to figure out what Spy was getting at, and Scout didn't like it one bit. "HEY! This ain't-OOOF!" Spy stamped the Scout's foot with the heel of his shoe as hard as he could. The Engineer was too distressed to notice the little exchange that had just transpired. "So, what exactly is it that ya want from me?" The Engineer asked meekly while avoiding the Spy's look. "As I said, just let me in ze Intel room, s'il te plaît." "Ya know I can't do that!" the BLU snapped. This prompted the Spy to pull out a file from his suit. "Hmmm, where should I start?" He said as started scanning the paper. "Does ze name Bobby Tanner remind you of anyzhing?" The BLU Engie's face froze in an expression of terror and disbelief. "Your religious teachings must have really touched him, to make him into such an extreme atheist." He snorted before resuming his reading. “And what do we have here...? James Pembleton, age 15... Ooh, it seems you are quite ze nasty fellow! Your daughter would be saddened to hear zis...†“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I’ll let ya pass! Just stop it, okay?†Engie snapped before the Spy could go on. “That’s all in the past, ya hear? BLU gave me a second chance, and I ain’t gonna let it go to waste. D’you have any idea what they do to the likes’a me in prison?†“Now now, laborer. What gets you going is none of my concern, so no need to justify yourself. I was even counting on you to rid me of zis little pest here.†He said as he poked Scout’s back with his handgun. “We all have our inner demons here, and who am I to judge ozzers?†“Ya mean I can...†“You know ze saying: ‘What happens in ze base, stays in ze base’, do you not?†The Engineer seemed hesitant for a few moments, as if he was having an internal struggle, but then on his face appeared the most unsettling grin Scout had ever seen. All those perfectly white teeth coupled with the opaque goggles were enough to send chills down the boy’s spine. He hoped from the bottom of his heart that his team’s Engineer wasn’t like that deep down. Especially since he considered the guy like a second dad (and sometimes mom). “Well then, I guess I’ll relieve ya from that dead weight here.†The BLU said, whipping out his pistol. “Come with me boy. You and I are goin’ to have a grand ol’ time together.†He said before chuckling. “It’d be in your best interest not to struggle.†“Do ya want me to call you Pa’ while we’re at it? Fuckin’ sick bastard.†Scout replied as he was pushed toward what looked like a utility closet. He was suddenly stopped by a firm, gloved grip on his shoulder â€You better do somethin’ about that mouth of yours, boy, or else I’ll...†The Engineer didn’t get to finish his sentence, his voice having been replaced by a hoarse groan. He became completely stiff and tightened his grip on the Scout, trying to keep his footing. “S... Sp...†He tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was a guttural, breathless moan. A thin trail of blood started running down his jaw from his mouth and before he could react, another stab pierced his lower back, making him jerk forward in pain. The labourer’s lifeless body slumped forward and sprawled on the floor, spilling blood all over the cold metallic floor. “What the hell, man! You didn’t tell me he was a child-fucker last night!†Scout snapped at the now-undisguised Spy, who simply shrugged. “I merely wanted to make sure zat you would agree to go through with zis.†He said. “Of course I would’ve! It’s not like we don’t have our share of creepy old men on the base. Just look at Medic. It’s just that I thought we were pals now. And pals don’t keep shit secret from each other. And what’s this with tryin’ to pass me off as jailbait? I’m turnin’ twenty in August, remember?†“Well, at zis point, I don’t zink he would have cared about a year or two.†The Frenchman said as he changed into the BLU Engineer in a puff of smoke. “Zis place is like prison for some people, if you know what I mean.†He continued as he made his way to the sentry, sapping it shortly after. “You know what you have to do.†“Don’t need to tell me that twice!†Scout darted inside of the intel room and wasted no time picking up the blue suitcase. Once he came back to the adjacent room, he noticed that Spy had some company, which was none other than that little Blue shithead. Scout took a few steps back and did his best to conceal himself in the doorway. “Yo Hardhat, the hell you still doin’ here? We need ya up-front, they’re wipin’ the floor with us! That lone dispenser ya got here’d be waaaaaaaaay more useful on the front line, trust me.†He said. The very sound of his voice made the RED’s blood boil with anger. “I guess yer right, boy. You go on ahead, I’ll catch up in a minute.†Pretty cunning, that Spy. Now all Scout had to do was to sneak up and bat that fucker behind the hea- “ALERT! THE ENEMY HAS TAKEN OUR INTELLIGENCE.†Boomed the Administrator’s shrill voice. Couldn’t that old witch have picked a better time? The BLU turned around and grinned when he spotted him. “Well if it isn’t the RED loser. How’d that buckshot taste, chucklehead?†His tone couldn’t have been more smug. But the aforementionned loser didn’t care, because that smug little bitch was about to get the same treatment as his southern comrade. “And don’t even think of pullin’ a fast one on me, Frenchie!†He said before doing a 180 and batting away Spy’s knife with a swift swing of his bat. The RED rushed to his friend’s aid, but his progression was stopped by a kick to his stomach. “You chumps got nothin’ on me!†He jeered. Spy took advantage of this small distraction and twisted the BLU’S arm, making him drop his bat. “Oh please, I do not need any weapons to take care of a brat like you.†Spy said as he cracked his knuckles. The enemy Scout jumped back and pulled a revolver from his knapsack. “I’d like to see that. See ya in hell, Surrender-Monkey! ...Hey, the hell are you grinnin’ at?†It took only one strike behind the head to bring him down. “Remember me? The guy you just turned your back on? Now don’t you EVER cross me again!†Scout said to his unconscious counterpart. “Good shot. Now let us get out of here before someone else comes.†Spy said as he eyed the exit. “Hang on there’s something I wanna do first.†Spy was about to protest but Scout was already smacking the hell out of the poor BLU. “Wakey-wakey, dumbass! There’s somethin’ I wanna show ya!†The BLU Scout slowly opened his eyes and yelped in surprise when he saw the RED hovering over him. “What did we learn? I ALWAYS WIN! But more importantly, d’you know what this guy does while I dominate you?†He said, pointing at the Spy. The BLU just gave him a blank, confused look. “That’s right, he dominates YOUR MOM!†Scout dropped all the pictures he’d taken from Spy on the other Scout’s lap. Skeptical at first, the BLU looked at one picture, then at another, and his jaw dropped. That was the look Scout had been longing for. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to enjoy it much, because Spy grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the exit. “I hope you are happy. Zis will make visiting mon petit chou-fleur really awkward, you know.†Spy said under the barrage of swear words that were now echoing through the base. “Totally worth it, man.†Scout said in-between laughs. The duo reached the exit without encountering any BLUs for once. “Go on ahead, I will stall zhem for a bit.†Spy said as he shapeshifted into the BLU Soldier. “You gonna be alright by yourself?†“But of course, unlike you, I am more zhan able to take care of myself. Now get going, MAGGOT!†Spy replied, his voice changing to the BLU Soldier’s mid-sentence before sending Scout off with a hard slap on the ass. ---------------------------------
It's Sandvish something, and it's by BuskZephyr.
Erm, sorry, I meant DuskZepher.
Thanks for posting this, it's one of the few and rare fics that portray scout well, where he isn't really treated as a sex toy and all under age. I don't care for scout, but I actually enjoyed this fic, and am sad that there isn't more...unless someone else has more.
I think I know the fic, but I disagree with the Anon up there. I'm pretty sure it was by Sniper's Mom. I beta'd thed fic for him, y'see. I'll get ahold of him and see if he'll repost it, since I haven't got all of it.
Hurp, didn't see that other post. But that is definitely by Sniper's Mom. I'll tell him he's missed.
In Regards to this fic, I saved all of it up to that final point. I don't think that Sniper's Mom finished it, but tell him that what he did get done is good and that he should feel good. I recal A picture on this fic being posted where Spy and Sniper were on top of the bed, and Scout was underneith it with a TrollFace. Did anyone bother to save that? I loved it, but never considered saving it till it was too late.
Is this the picture you're thinking of, Saber? http://uta-no-jiyu.deviantart.com/art/Just-Because-151035364
Yeah, hey thanks!
Is there more? This is wonderful
Not the OP but I am looking for a Sniper/Spy collection of fics. I remember the first of the collection starts off with Sniper and Spy escaping their bases and walking across the desert. The fic had different versions from both the Spy and Sniper's POV. There was another spin off which involved time travel of some sort. This author had a lj with a download somewhere. If anyone would be kind enough to direct me.
>>13 The thread you're looking for is here: http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/1083.html In case the download there isn't valid, try this one: megaupload.com/?d=7KR1SXFO
thanks Cosmic
Also not the OP or asking for a Sniper/Spy fic, but I figured I'd ask here as it seems to have turned into a "Lost-and-Found" style thread. So I know that CatBountry apparently wrote a fic a while ago that had to do with Medic, Heavy, and cake. I don't even know if it is "afanfic" or what the plot is, but I basically just adore her writing and how she writes Heavy and Medic. I have no idea what the story is about, but if I could read and enjoy Surrogate (even though mpreg just creeps me out) I think it's worth it to dig up this "lost story." I did ask Cat on her Hipstr, but she doesn't think she has it saved anymore, and my limited knowledge makes searching very difficult. Does anyone think they could help me? I would be so happy to find this.