1 . Name: TeratoMarty @ 2011-01-21 21:46

For Ben and Ethan, my favourite Snipers by far.
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SWEET DREAMS

The Sniper strode into the Infirmary, long paces measured by the black-and-white tiled floor. He stripped off his clothes as he approached the Medic’s desk- vest, shirt, dungarees, boots. He kept hold of his akubra, putting it back on and standing naked before the Medic.

“Herr Sniper,” the German peered up over the rim of his spectacles, “if you have a rash, I vould much prefer-”

“Nah, Doc,” the rangy Australian smiled. “I just came here to talk about a thing or two.” He rested his knuckles on the old mahogany of the desk. “For instance, everyone here knows you were never a proper, paid-up Nazi... but I reckon I’m the only one as knows why.”

“Insolence!” The Medic slapped his desk and stood up, leaning over his desk to stare the Sniper down.

“Just a statement of fact, Doc.” He ran a callused hand over his lean torso, caressing his ribs and stopping at his sharp hipbone. “You’re a right pervert. I’ve seen you starin’ in the showers.”

“Herr Sniper, what do you want?” the Medic growled. Combined with the silver hair at his temples and the glint of light off his glasses, it might have been menacing- but the Sniper had spotted the rim of white showing all the way around his eyes.

“I want a blowjob, for starters.” The Sniper grinned, crooked and clever.

The Medic opened his mouth for a scathing retort, and the marksman hit him backhand across the face. It wasn’t a full-strength blow, barely more than a love-tap, but it stopped the German in his tracks.

“There’s perverts an’ then there’s perverts,” the Sniper continued conversationally. “Those as give, those as take, those as want to be taken. You’ve got something I want... I can pay for it with something you want.

“What could I possibly want from you?” The German tried to fill his words with disdain, but they still carried terrified fascination.

“Pain,” the Sniper said. Rattlesnake-quick, he reached out to caress the cheek he’d struck, before the Medic could flinch away. “Humiliation. The right to grovel on the floor an’ lick the desert dust from my boots.” He grinned at the Medic’s expression of shock. “Then, everyone puts their trousers back on, professional as you please, an’ we give those REDs a bloody good hidin’.”

The German appeared to file that away for reference. He brought his face back under control and asked, “how do you presume to know what I want?”

“I watch people, mate. Watch them, and try to predict their next move. Force of habit. I’ve seen how you look at us, out of the corner of your eyes in the showers,” the Sniper idly trailed a hand down his chest, highlighting a long, slashing scar, “and head-on during examinations.” He stroked his cock, showing off his length. “For instance, looking at you right now, I wager you’d give anything to lick my scars.”

The Medic glared at the Sniper, jaw taut. “How do we prevent this from destroying ze team?”

“By saying what we need, when we need it. Simple as filling out a requisition. Keeping secrets and pining for it like a load of schoolgirls is what would ruin us.”

The Medic narrowed his eyes. “And you swear it never leaves this room?”

“Unless we go to my van.” The Snipe flashed his crooked smile again.

In a flash, the Medic was kneeling on his desk, gloves squeaking on the edge of it as he pressed his face to the Sniper’s hairy chest, tonguing nipples and scars alike.

“Yeah, that’s the way,” the Sniper rasped, resting one long hand on the back of the Medic’s head.

The German groaned involuntarily, startling himself and drawing back in shame.

“Nah,” the Sniper replied, catching the Medic behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Gott, Gott,” the Medic muttered as the Australian shifted his attention from the other man’s lips to his neck, nibbling and sucking.

“On yer knees.”

The older man obeyed instantly, climbing off the desk to kneel in front of the marksman. Fully clothed on the floor in front of the naked man, he gave in to his desires- kissing the Sniper’s long hands, licking scars from dingo bites, thorny scrub and fire up and down the man’s forearms.

“Waitin’ for a while, yeah?” With his free hand, the Sniper stroked his cock. “Why not put yer mouth to work on this?” He pushed it between the Medic’s lips.

Eyes shut, face white with anxiety, the Medic sucked. His hands hovered for a moment, then clamped hard on the Sniper’s hips.

“Teeth!” The Sniper pulled out, then hit the Medic across the face. “You’ve never done this before, have yer?” He grinned down at the German.

“Nein...”

“In English.”

“No.” The Medic’s usually stoic face burned with humiliation.

“No, what? I’m gonna hear you admit it.”

The Medic swallowed hard. “No, I have never sucked cock before.” His voice was thick with terror and desire.

The Sniper shoved his erection back into the Medic’s mouth. “Lips an’ tongue over yer teeth. I feel anything sharp, I’ll belt yer again.” He relaxed into the act as the Medic proceeded more carefully. “That’s the way, yeah.” He looked down into the Medic’s pleading, upturned gaze. “So, you never sucked before... you ever been sucked?” He pressed himself into the Medic’s mouth to prevent a complete answer.

“Nnn...”

The Sniper smiled broadly. “Ever had a lady?”

“Mmh-”

“Ever been done up the back?” Grasping the Medic’s hair, the Sniper wrenched the older man off his cock to stare into his eyes.

“Nein!” The Medic looked up in terror.

“Well, you’re going to, right now. Find me some grease.” The Sniper hauled the Medic to his feet, then stood with arms crossed while the Medic raided his supplies for lubricant. The German presented a tube, almost like a ritual offering, and the Sniper smiled. He set it on the desk, then stripped off his teammate’s gloves, jacket and tie.

The Medic was completely silent as the Sniper undid the careful knot of his necktie, but his face was rigid with the strain. “Easy, mate,” the Sniper soothed. “This is gonna hurt, yeah, but it’s nothing you can’t take. He pulled the German close, starched fabric against his bare chest. “Something you’ve wanted your whole life, am I right?” He ground his hips against the Medic’s, feeling the other man’s erection, hot even through his heavy trousers. “I said, am I right?”

“Ja,” the Medic said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Guess I’d better make it good, then.” The Sniper kissed the Medic hard, thrusting his tongue into the older man’s mouth and tasting every part of him. “Turn around, hands on the desk.”

Unsteady on his feet, the Medic obeyed. The Sniper pressed up behind him, opening the Medic’s fly and pulling down his pants with practised ease. When the Medic’s middle was bare, he slid his hand up under the German’s shirt, caressing wiry chest hair and tender nipples.

“Yer goin’ like a bloody roo,” he murmured, holding his hand over the German’s heart.

“Bitte-” the Medic breathed.

“Now, Doctor...” the Sniper grinned widely as he slicked up his fingers and pressed one into the German’s ass. The Medic made a strangled sound, hands clutched white-knuckled on the far edge of his desk. “Breathe, Doc,” the Sniper whispered behind him. “Relax, or this’ll do you a mischief.” He reached down to stroke the Medic’s cock, urging a groan from the older man. “That’s the way,” the marksman soothed, long, clever fingers touching everywhere at once.

Gradually, the Medic relaxed, spreading his legs and arching his back to give the Sniper better access. He tried to stifle his gasps and groans, but the Sniper could feel them deep in his body. The Australian’s thrusts became harder, faster, shaking the Medic’s whole body. The Medic writhed under him, chest flat on the desk and moaning hungrily. He didn’t seem to notice at first when the Sniper withdrew his fingers and slid the head of his cock into their place.

“Bitte-” the Medic groaned again, pressing back against the Sniper’s body.

“Like that, don’t yer?” The Sniper wrapped both hands around the Medic’s hips and shoved in deep.

“Gott!” The Medic shouted and tried to struggle away, but his cock was oozing clear fluid on the desk blotter.

“That’s right, scream.” The Sniper held the Medic close, stroking his cock, biting his neck, fucking him hard and fast.

Though he bit his lip bloody, the Medic was finally forced to obey when one particular slide of the Sniper’s hand, one rough motion of his hips ripped his orgasm from him. Pleas and protests garbled on his tongue, even as his semen spurted onto his disarrayed desk.

Overwhelmed by the German’s loss of control, the Sniper crushed the older man face-down in his own semen and thrust hard and fast. He snarled as he came, then sighed and draped his body over the Medic’s.

“You all right, Doc?” he whispered into the older man’s ear.

The Medic murmured dazedly, then twisted his head to look over his shoulder at the Sniper. “I am not hurt.”

“Didn’t think you would be,” the Sniper smiled fondly. “That’s what the slick is for. But I’m asking, are you all right?”

“Ja, I... believe I am.” He grunted quietly.” May I stand up? The desk is digging into my hips.”

“Sure thing.” The Sniper peeled himself off the Medic, and helped the other man to stand.

“That was-” the Medic swallowed hard. “That was wonderful.”

“I quite thought so,” the Sniper smiled, tugging the Medic’s pants up and embracing him.