I've been told by friends that there just isn't enough Saxton/Sniper, I will try to rectify that. I appreciate any constructive criticism for English is not my native tongue and, even after reviewing my work, I feel I do not do the language justice. Please help me become better. If anyone likes it so far. I will continue with a serious story. If not, it is okay, I will learn from my mistakes, tak? __________ Something Like Admiration When they’d first met their weapon’s dealer, the Sniper had been too ashamed to admit he was Australian. Saxton Hale was a head taller than him and twice as built with heavy muscle mass. He’d had a Siberian tiger gripped in a choke hold against his Australian shaped chest hair as he spoke in his thick Australian accent about the war and how his extremely manly weapons would help them win. He’d slowly slinked off toward the back of his seated team, sitting beside an uninterested Heavy who didn’t care about any other weapons, he only needed his Sasha. Said man gave him a raised brow and a look that showed he understood Sniper’s shame, and leaned forward, covering more of the Sniper from Saxton’s gaze. Whoever had pegged Heavy as stupid was clearly blind; Sniper made a mental note to thank the Russian man later. The lecture continued as the burly Aussie wrestled the Siberian into submission with his bare strength, barley paying attention to the mercenaries hired by Reliable Excavation Demolition. Sniper found himself paying more attention to the tiger he was wrestling than his words. As a result, he became more self-conscious of his own form. He’d wrested a croc once, but he’d never dare to go as big as a wild cat or a bear (he’d heard Saxton fought quite a few of those, too). There was no way he’d manage to survive against something that large and strong. He felt like shit by the time the other Aussie left, gripping the tiger by its nape. Heavy just pat his shoulder, “Leetle man has good skill, too.†he muttered before bounding off to join the Medic for a game of chess. Being called little didn’t help at all. -TF2- The second time the team met with Saxton Hale, it was at the Mann Mansion, which seemed much to big to the Sniper. He was so used to his small, cramped camper van that he couldn’t quite understand the appeal of having so much useless space. He’d looked around as Saxton toured them, boasting about his money and how many times he had repaired windows because using the door was not for him. Sniper pursed his lips and tagged along in the back. When they came to the trophy room, the assassin froze in his awe. There were heads of wild animals decorating the walls and stuffed animals scattered about artfully. He came upon a tiger first, wondering if it was the same one he’d seen Saxton fighting the last time he’d met him. His hand reached out to touch the fur, grazing along the spine of the dead creature. The fur was still soft, falling around his fingers. He almost wondered if it was still alive, but that would be ridiculous. He turned back to his team when he heard them stomping out of the room and caught the eye of the larger Australian. The other man smirked at him before continuing on with the tour. Sniper couldn’t help being impressed, he’d never fight a tiger with his fists. Maybe he’d shoot one from afar, if he ever needed, but he’d never go up against one. He grabbed a signed picture of Saxton Hale on his way out, for inspiration to work hard and be a proud Australian. He put it on the mirror in his camper van. -TF2- The third time, he was approached by Saxton Hale, only it was the most terrifying moment in the Sniper’s life thus far. They were doing a training exercise with him in the arena, something about bringing the team together. The entire team was put up against the man. At first, everyone thought it was going to be easy, how much damage could one man do. They quickly learned their lesson when he stood up against Engie’s sentry and killed Scout in one punch. It had shocked everyone. As someone who fought from a distance, it was only expected for the Sniper to be the last one standing. He cowered in a corner, shooting the last of his arrows at the man as he approached. There was nowhere to run or jump and, honestly, he was too terrified to think of something clever, he was cornered. He pulled back his last arrow, surprised that his hand didn’t shake as he watched Saxton rip another arrow out of his shoulder. He aimed for the head and released the arrow, pulling out his kukri and holding it before him. He was going to die, but there was no way in hell he was doing it without a fight, even if his hand shook as the other snapped his arrow into bits. “You’ve got good aim, I’ll give you that.†“Thanks, mate.†The Sniper took a swing with his kukri, which was grabbed in Saxton’s fist. His other fist found it’s way into Sniper’s mid section, blowing the air from his lungs. “An’ you’ve got a good punch.†Sniper replied, wheezing and gasping for breath, getting a grin from the man as he slammed his head against the wall behind him, killing him. He wasn’t as terrified during the next round, jumping on the Australian when cornered. He dug an arrow into the man’s shoulder as Scout jumped in to beat his legs with his bat. A swift kick sent the young man from Boston flying just as Sniper managed to bury his kukri into Saxton’s back before being thrown to the ground. “You’ve got balls.†the heavy Australian voice murmured to him as Sniper pulled another arrow out, stabbing the larger man in the calf. It gave him only moments to escape, but it was enough. He ran off, pulling his bow out and shouting back at the man, “I’m Australian after all, mate.†They won that round with Sniper, Scout, and Engineer the last ones standing. When they met up after, Saxton pat his shoulder and laughed when Sniper tumbled forward, before congratulating them and leaving, with the promise to never go easy on them again.
Please do continue. Also, I'm eager to see why this is in the afanfic section.
Oh god, please continue. I'm sitting here drooling at the notion of sniper getting fucked by Saxton Hale. And the set up so far is wonderful. It's well paced, and entertaining even without the smut. But now I'm imagining how well written the actual smut will be and I'm afraid you have to continue. I'm far too enticed
@Scrunchy: hoho. It will be quite adult in the near future. P.S. I love your work, stay amazing, honey. @hotwatersupply: I aim to please, the third part of this will be pleasing to you, or so I hope. I only aim to please, I will finish as soon as work allows. I shall try my best not to disappoint you, dear (I have a feeling Saxton is actually quite the pervert and rough in bed). Thank you for your kind words, lovely. __________ Something Like Admiration Part 2 A week later, after a successful day of head-shotting BLUs, Sniper sat in the base’s kitchen, reading over Mann Co. magazines, paying extra attention to anything with Saxton Hale pictured in it. He wasn’t obsessed with the man, or anything, he was simply interested. Saxton Hale was an Australian like him, only far more brawny. Where Sniper preferred to shoot from afar, Saxton jumped right into a problem fists first. Where he was lean and a cat-like patient hunter, Saxton was build like a house and attacked head on like an enraged bull. The differences were stunning, but the sheer power Saxton had made Sniper slightly envious. He’d never really compared himself to anyone before, he lived mostly in the outback, after all. But Saxton was different. He was an Australian, like him. He’d set the standard for what an Aussie was supposed to be like, which clearly was not the Sniper. He wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to have the other man on their team; the BLU team would probably fall to their knees, begging for mercy. Which the large man would not give, at least from what Sniper had read about the man. Not that he’d done a lot of reading or research. It was just something he’d done when he was bored and found a magazine about him. It was, after all, important to know about the man and company that was giving them lethal weapons to kill other people with. That was all. He hadn’t done any extra research at all; so what if he though the burly Australian’s shorts looked really good on him. He was just admiring his manliness, or something like that. -TF2- The Sniper woke up the next morning, breathing heavy with cold sweat clinging to his flesh. He felt the hardness between his legs before he registered that it hurt, the erection standing up straight, weeping at him. He groaned, rolling onto his side to stare into the darkness of his camper van. It was definitely too early to be awake for the day’s war, but there was no way the cruelty between his legs was going to let him go back to sleep. His mind wandered back to the bits of the dream he could remember. Large hands on thin hips, holding, dominating. If anyone ever asked, he’d deny he ever found the dream arousing with his dying breath. Sure, he’d had experiences with men during the days he traveled as a mercenary. Two months in the outback and a guy was as good as a girl when it came to a blowjob. A mouth was a mouth, and if the shoulders he clutched were beefier than his own, then he could pretend otherwise. It was always a quickie and then he’d never see the man again. But dreaming about Saxton Hale touching him. And taking him. He wasn’t quite ready to admit to anything of the sort. He needed to stop drinking coffee before bed. -TF2- “Why the fuck are you such a wimp next to the other faggoty Australian?†Scout had asked him one day while they waited for their arena training with Saxton and whatever other freaky creature was around. The room feel silent for a moment before Engie broke the silence. “Now, son, not every kid from Boston is as annoyin’ as you, is he? Nor are they all scrawny twigs like you, boy. Sniper is just that, a Sniper. He doesn’t need all that beef making him a bullseye for the enemy.†Engie gave the baby of the group a look that made Sniper wonder if the intelligent Texan had kids, because it sure shut the Scout up for a moment. However, he started spouting things about baseball seconds later like nothing happen. Sniper drooped his shoulders and frowned at his feet. If it came down to it, which it never would, it would make sense that Saxton would be the pants in any sort of relationship. But Sniper wasn’t gay and that was not happening. He tried his best to kill the man, he just had to prove he was just as manly. Then there’d be no reason to admire him, or whatever this was. -TF2- After RED had been beaten to death with Saxton’s bare fists five times in a row and cut in half by the pumpkin headed demon another five, the arena matches stopped for the day. The team broke away after Soldier yelled about everything at the top of his lungs; most headed back to base in one car or another to have Medic massage out sore muscles. Sniper sighed and found a small haystack on the farm to lay on and nap. He pulled his hat over his eyes and sucked in a breath, pretty sure that he was going to be left alone. It was peaceful, with everyone gone, the air was fresh and just dry enough to be comfortable, the hay was soft, and a light breeze blew by cooling him off as soon as the sun was too intense. He was dozing when a hand landed on his shoulder, “You’re still here.†Saxton Hale’s voice rang close to his ear. He sat up abruptly in his surprise, cursing as his hat fell to the ground. “Crikey, warn a mate, will you?†he asked, turning around to face the larger Aussie. “It’s nice here, thought I’d take a nap.†Saxton grinned, “You’re a bloody fine shot, Mr. Mundy. Even if you are a scrawny little Australian. I suppose your aim makes up for it.†the other continued on without acknowledging what the lean man had said. That was not helping his ego at all. At least his sniping skills were acknowledged, and by Saxton Hale. That was probably quite an accomplishment. He nodded, chewing on the inside of his lower lip after saying a quick ‘thanks’. What the hell was he supposed to say. He was talking to Saxton Hale who beat hippies into submission and defeated an entire team of expert mercenaries with his fists. Saxton fucking Hale who apparently knew his name. It shouldn’t have surprised him too much, though. “Why’re you still here?†he asked after a minute of silence. Saxton clapped a hand on his own knee as he moved to sit beside the Sniper. “Was on my way out, after throwing some rabid raccoons off the property when I spotted you. Figured it was time we pure blood Australians spoke. You might be physically inferior than most the women I know, but you are still Australian, and a damn fine one at that.†Sniper pursed his lips and thanked the man again, hunching his shoulders forward. He felt small next to the other man, sitting shoulder to shoulder like they were (although his own shoulder didn’t quite reach the others). “Uhm... You did good, today.†Sniper said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess.†He felt really awkward. It was like a teenage girl talking to her favorite Hollywood star. Except he was not a teenage girl, even if Saxton Hale was practically the equivalent of a Hollywood star. He didn’t act like a teenager, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel as awkward and slightly excited. Saxton Hale technically was famous and had more money than even the mercenaries were paid. He got away with things that were viewed as inhumane and he’d even brought a species or two into extinction and gotten away with it. But that was common knowledge. Sniper did not spend anytime looking that up. Saxton laughed beside him and slapped a hand around his shoulder, “I’m Saxton Hale of Mann Co. Of course I did good, beating people up is what I do.†He continued to laugh, his arm falling to Sniper’s hip. He did not like that at all, not at all. But he couldn’t help wondering how strong the grip would be around him. He could probably never break out, not without Saxton letting him. He coughed into his hand. “Right. Maybe I should get going. Still got work after the weekend, mate.†He stood, turning to wave bye to the man. He gave a polite smile, licking his chapped lips. Saxton stood with him, “Must be ready to beat those BLUs.†he stated joyously. “S’right.†he replied, unsure of how to behave around the man. He might have some sort of admiration for the man, but that didn’t mean he was completely comfortable having a friendly conversation, as though they’d known each other for years. He lived in a camper in the wilderness for most of his adult life. While he wasn’t socially inept, he wasn’t exactly the Scout either. “G’day to you, then, mate. I look forward to the next arena match.†And, as a goodbye, taking the Australian sniper completely by surprise, Saxton slapped his ass. But not just a slap you’d share in the shower with some guys, but a nice hard grab and slap. The kind that cupped you as it went, finishing off with a squeeze. Before Sniper even had a chance to freak out or say something or even do something flirty in return (which wasn’t a likely option), Saxton ran off shouting his name and jumping up and over a building, a jump that made even Scout feel just as bad about himself as Sniper did. Sniper returned to his camper van, face red as a tomato as he thought about what happened. He was not gay. He did not enjoy that. -TF2- Sunday night, Sniper reasoned with himself that maybe he wasn’t gay, but Saxton just turned him on. And that was natural because he admired the guy. Athletic guys were always hot for the one big-shot star athlete they wish they were. There was always that one man that every guy had that he would go gay for, although not actually. The point, though, was that the Sniper didn’t have to be a homosexual to be sexually aroused by the figure of a man he sort of wished he was and maybe idolized just a little more than should be okay. If it was only Saxton, then it was all okay. It was okay for him to look at the picture on his mirror as he sat at the back of his van, rubbing the palm of his hand into his crotch through the material of his boxers. He imagined the muscles flexing as they grabbed him, handled him with just the right amount of roughness. Saxton’s large hand feeling up his sides and pulling him flush against his chest. The Sniper leaned back and closed his eyes, letting his hands frantically pull his red koala boxers to his knees. His rough calloused hand grabbed the shaft and he groaned in relief at the contact. Rough kisses around his neck that would leave obvious marks for the world the see the next morning. A hand ripping his clothes off without any control because there was no need to be delicate. The larger man’s hand pushing his face into the mattress with a tight grip on his hair. He let his hand run up and down his cock as his other hand gripped the sheets beneath him. His fingers came to rest at the head, pulling his foreskin down slowly and groaning lightly. He rubbed fingertips along the it, spreading pre-cum before traveling back down to circle around the base and rub his palm up and down. A hard bite on his shoulder as Saxton used his other hand to squeeze his butt cheek with a bruising force. A thick muscular thigh separated his legs apart farther, his ass hung in the air for Saxton to do with as he wanted. A growled “Stay down.†and hickey on the nape of his neck kept him face down in the mattress as his cheeks were spread apart by hands larger than he’d first realized. He shuddered as a warm lubricated finger rubbed along the ring of muscles that’d never been penetrated. Sniper bit his knuckle to keep himself from groaning too loud. Anyone could walk by and see him, and he’s a man, so it wouldn’t be surprising. But what if they somehow knew it was Saxton he was masturbating to? He bit harder as his pace quickened, his hand now slick with his own fluids as it rubbed along his cock. He arched his back when he felt the heat of want and need pooling in his stomach, his balls clenching. He gripped the head of his cock and gave a final squeeze before moaning into his hand and coming all over his sheets. He hadn’t even gotten to finish his erotic fantasy, but he didn’t mind. He fell asleep after cleaning himself off with a box of tissues, hoping for the fantasy to continue in his dreams.
You got me. Kneejerk reaction to seeing the pairing was ...maybe predictable, but I was hooked after the first paragraph. Eagerly awaiting more of this. The interactions are priceless. One gripe is the Sniper's inner thoughts/reasoning. He's sounding more like a closet Scout than a confused Sniper.
super excited for the next chapter! Please, keep going!
Finally some Saxton/Sniper. It's so obvious yet not popular among TF2 fans. I love how the Sniper keeps denying his desires, I can't wait to read more.
i am way too excited to see saxton shove his cock into sniper. this is fabulous. you are fabulous.
Wow, this is really good! A well-written uncommon pairing. Can't wait to see more!
'Allo. This is totally a filler, sort of. I just have so many hours of employment that there is no time for anything. Summer is so cruel. Anyway, thank you all for your kind words. And for the anon with the gripe, I am sorry. I can see what you mean now that I look back. I will do my best to rectify that. Thank you very much! Much love. c: __________ Something Like Admiration Part 3a Sniper sat with his team for breakfast the next morning in silence, eyeing them all behind his shades. The cup of decaf in his hands was being chugged down faster than he would usually drink it, but no one seemed to notice. Maybe he had just repressed himself for too many years. Living in a camper van, typically away from any social contact, kept him from ever fully experimenting. It was time for him to face the problem for he was too old to shove it back into the closet and forget about it. Besides, he didn’t have anything to worry about now, with his own salary and life. In the past, his father would have beaten him, quite literally, to near death. Then he’d be dropped on a priest’s doorstep to have the “gay whipped out of him.†So it was time. He was no longer young and dependent. He’d gone through the stages of denial and what-not, and he was going to face the world like a man. Like a professional and an adult. He decided to do something that he would never admit to thinking about out loud, because it was down-right embarrassing, and would make the team think he was definitely the van-rapist they had first assumed he was when they became a team. He tried imagining his teammates as potential partners. Pyro was immediately disqualified because he didn’t even know if there was something human under that rubber suit. Scout didn’t catch his fancy either, too scrawny and downright annoying; he just didn’t find the speedster attractive, not matter the role he played in his imagination. The Spy was thrown off the list, something about his lanky form turned the Sniper off. Engineer was a good guy, really, but he was nothing more than a teammate, a bit of a short one at that. Soldier and Medic weren’t horrible options physically, Sniper found them both to be a bit too mentally unstable. Demo too much of a drunk. Heavy, though, the thought of Heavy made Sniper slap his mug down onto the table just slightly too roughly, but it didn’t catch anyone’s attention in the ruckus of the kitchen. Heavy may not have been as muscular as Sniper made him out to be in his imagination, but the sheer size was enough to make up for it. The fact that, despite Sniper’s height, Heavy could still tower over him and dominate him with his size thrilled the Sniper a bit. Heavy was no Saxton Hale, but… the size. He downed the rest of his coffee quickly as he let this new realization sink in. He’d never thought about it, focusing on his job everyday, so the realization shocked him. He sat with his empty cup, eyes wide behind the shades. And it suddenly made sense to him. He’d always been the tallest. Never met anyone as beefed up as Saxton or even Heavy before this job. And suddenly he was exposed to a man like that and now he had the time to think about it. He had a bloody size kink. -TF2- The following week, he was so distracted the enemy spook had just walked up to him and stabbed him. He hadn’t even heard the floorboard creak, he did, however, hear the heavy French accent whisper in his ear, “You are making this too easy.†Soldier had complained about him the entire week, yelling into his ear during dinner while waving the shovel in his face in what he believed was a threatening manner. The Sniper had just glared at him until the man turned his attention to gripe about something else. He decided he should take care of his distracted mind, once and, hopefully, for all.
Oh yes, go for it, Sniper! I'm happy you updated, even if it's just a filler. Better than nothing anyway!
YES I AM SO PLEASED. I EAGERLY AWAIT YOUR BLESSED WORDS, SENPAI
Oh yesss, what a good pairing. I'm loving this.
OH MY GOSH THIS IS BRILLIANT I actually got butterflies as I read that last chapter because I HAVE A MASSIVE SIZE KINK TOO, and this was pretty much exactly the way I got it XD I started playing TF2 and I couldn't stop thinking about Saxton and Heavy. Then this spread to characters like Oleg from Saint's Row 3 and Wreck it Ralph and guys like that. I'm so happy you've written this, it's like you're inside my head I love you so much, why on earth did I wait so long before I started reading it?! The only difference between me and Sniper is that I don't really have the kink for any reason (I'm like 5ft5") I just like big, brawny men , haha
This hasn't been update in a while...it's in danger of being pushed to the next page! I'm getting withdrawal symptoms here, this is such a promising story! However, I do agree with Anon5 that Sniper isn't approaching or thinking about his problems in a very Sniperish way. He's sort of in denial about it all the time, whereas I imagine he should be looking for a quick and efficient solution, as any professional would. This could range anywhere from finding a hobby that's less depraved than his job to spending the night with a ladyfriend after convincing himself he was just so horny and pent up he was starting to find anything and everything attractive. All he seems to be doing at the moment is stalking/masturbating to the thought of Saxton Hale and saying "I'm not gay" afterwards just in case there's a spook listening to his thoughts. Now that I think about it though, that kind of paranoia actually is quite Sniperish, if a little silly, hehe That said, I do like the recent revelation about his size kink. Firstly I like the fact that he isn't instantly denying it, which is a step forward. Secondly the pacing of it and how it's just done completely organically and it's just...ah, it's just great. I love the way you just naturally integrated a kink into the story without it coming off as weird or a shameless self-service on the author's part! Well done there, my friend.
I am so sorry. I cracked my wrist in a car accident and have been recovering and doing therapy. But I am fully recovered and I will have the rest posted by tomorrow. I should have told you all sooner, I have half of the ending done, though, but it has been a slow process with only my right hand, the cast was very annoying. More soon, I promise you. I will finish as I am better now. Much love, Donnie (Still hurts a little).
> 16 Ouch! Get well soon, I really hope to see you continue writing this fic.
Ouch, really sorry to hear that! I hope you feel better!
Don't worry about getting a new update to us ASAP, you just concentrate on getting better, ok? A bunch of strangers on the internet can wait, haha
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Ok I wasn't expecting an update from this today but I'm so bloody happy there was one. Saxton porn is so rare that it just gives me a smile to read, and jeez, that was one hell of a nice mental image. Please continue!
I CAN'T READ THIS!! there are floating penises all over my screen! its distracting me! and I was so looking forward to this chapter. I will have to come back to it when they are gone for my eyes start to hurt. the bit I got in before they took over my screen was great can't wait to finish reading it.
>>23 The floating penises aren't new, and you can just refresh to get rid of them... Also, wow, I wasn't expecting to like this, and...whew. To say that I thoroughly enjoyed it would be an understatement.
Oh my goodness, I thought there was an edit function and I accidentally deleted the last bit. I am so sorry, but I have rectified it now. Excuse my errors and stupidity, here is the last chapter again. (I have certainly learned my lesson.) Anyway, thank you all for your support and for sticking with me. I hope you enjoy this little read, it's my first actual porn so I hope it's not terrible. Feel free to be honest and criticize, I only with to get better. I hope this Saxton is to your liking. I see him as a man skilled and more gentle in bed than in life. I think he would focus on making sure both parties enjoyed the sex and would be a silent parter because he'd be very interested in seeing his partner's reactions to his ministrations. Much love and thanks! __________ Something Like Admiration Saturday he drove out to the Mann Mansion in his van, the camper looked ridiculously out of place when he finally pulled up past the golden gates of the place and parked beside an expensive looking car. He was let in by a tall, thin man with dark hair who didn’t even introduce himself. Just asked him if he was there to see Saxton, however he didn’t wait for a response as he led him up a long staircase to a large office. He was told to sit on a large plush couch with a tumbler of expensive whiskey forced into his hand, which he finished quickly out of his own nervousness. Besides, there was no shame enjoying a good drink considering they had to ingest the shit RED gave them and whatever swill Demo cared to share with them everyday. Eventually, the sound of glass shattering behind him and Saxton’s yelling brought him to his feet. He turned in time to watch the man barrel roll into the office through the window completely unfazed by the shattered glass that scattered around him, it was truly amazing that none of it actually seemed to have hurt the man. Then again, the Sniper had shot arrows through the man’s flesh and still been pounded into the ground by him. He shifted awkwardly in place as the man’s voice boomed through his office, speaking about killing hippies and something about a new contractor being put on a list. The same dark haired man had seemed to have spawned from no where, nodding, jotting a few things down on a clipboard, before disappearing past the large double doors. “You came here to fuck.†Saxton said to him as soon as the doors slammed shut and he’d finally turned to look at the thinner Aussie. Sniper gazed up in shock, sputtering as he tried to think of a reply. He had not expected the blunt statement and not so soon after arriving at the large home. While he’d pretty much been positive he wouldn’t leave without getting fucked by the beast of a man (not with the way Saxton had acted around him, he wasn’t stupid, after all), but he certainly wasn’t expecting it to be the first topic of conversation. The day was going from strange to stranger and mildly shocking, but at least now he wouldn’t have to dance around the topic like some nervous teenager asking for a date. He took a few deep breaths to settle himself down, think about the reply, and whether he was really willing to go through with it at that very moment, because, holy shit he’d never been fucked; But Saxton leaned into him, suddenly closer than he was a few moments ago, large hand squeezing his own toned, but lean, bicep. The way the hand managed to wrap around his arm and put just enough pressure to distract him from his thoughts made him shudder and throw his doubts out the broken window. He had to do this, if only because his efficiency, professionalism, and mental stability were on the line (but there was definitely curiosity hidden away somewhere). “Strip.†It was growled into his ear and made gooseflesh break out on his body as the larger man simply stepped back and watched Sniper fidget. He didn’t hesitate too long though before he was unbuttoning his shirt too fast for anyone to consider it a sexy strip tease, but he’d never done one anyway and he was more nervous than a trapped rabbit. Eventually he just ripped it off and moved to pull his pants off, slowing down just a bit to give himself time to relax, but it didn’t seem enough as he kicked his shoes off and his trousers fell around his ankles. He didn’t take his underwear or socks off, just looked back up to Saxton who was watching him carefully, eyeing him up like a he was a piece of prize meat. He got a bit excited when he noticed exactly how wide the other man was, how despite being only a few inches taller he still seemed to stand over him. It was amazing in a really odd and fucked up way. So was the fact that he’d just stripped for a man, and maybe this was the worst and best decision in his life. Saxton just walked closer, a treacherous grin on his face, until their chests touched and Sniper became jittery because of everything. “Your first time?†Sniper only nodded, taking shallower breathes from the anticipation. It almost reminded him of his first kill. When everything had been going according to plan and his target was oblivious to everything. When he first lined the shot up, having to hold his breath because he was going to do it, but he was too excited to hold still long enough. And he did, it was fantastic and left him feeling content after, the excitement leaving his bones to be replaced by a calm resembling a satiated lion. His bones jittered with similar excitement at that very moment, only he felt like the prey and not the predator. But everything was going pretty damn great. “I’ll be gentle.†The Sniper didn’t believe it, but he was being backed against the large polished desk with little room for any more thinking. So this was it, he was going to do it and there was no backing out. When his lower back hit the large desk, Saxton’s large hands practically devoured his hips and ass as they lifted him onto it. Chapped lips met his is a rough kiss, no sweet tenderness, no shyness. Just a mustache scratching at his flesh as he returned with equal force, pressing against the mouth with a crushing force as tongues pushed at each other a little awkwardly. His hips were pulled in, Saxton grinding himself against him between his legs. He let his hands stand idle for a bit, wondering if it was proper to feel his partner up, but the huge muscles before him were irresistible and tempting him. They wandered, feeling every curve and bump of muscles he could find, blunt nails dragging across tough skin. He just... felt. The size of he muscle in his own large hands made his fingers and leg twitch, they were amazing. They were big. The kiss broke and he took in deep breaths as his body finally remembered it needed oxygen. That bruising kiss moved down his jaw and to his neck, mustache tickling along the way. He tilted his head back and let the man do as he pleased because a large hand was hovering over him through the only clothes he still had on, putting just enough pressure on it to give promises of satisfaction, and he’d let Saxton do whatever he wanted at this point. He briefly wondered if Saxton, despite the rough way he was treating him, was actually going to be somewhat gentle with him. Just gentle enough for his first time to be amazing for both of them, but rough enough for them to both remember they were violent male killers. That sounded amazing, but he stopped thinking about it when he felt a hickey get sucked onto his flesh. It was followed by a bite and a tighter grip on his cock through the fabric of his briefs. It wasn’t painful, just a hold that made his blood rush away from the head on his shoulders and down to other head because there was definitely a promise in that grip. “I’m going to fuck you well, mate. You’ll come crawling back, I promise.†Saxton hissed into his collarbone as he bit down, forcing a grunt from the Sniper. He bit his lower lip and continued to use his hands to feel the greater man, each touch making him realize just how much superior in size the man was. His arousal made him breath harder, he tensed and relaxed as butterflies of sexual nature made his mind hazier and his veins pulse harder. Saxton palmed him slowly, willing his erection to grow as he kissed down his thinner chest. A kiss on his nipple made him gasp causing the other man to chuckle and look up at him, a gaze filled with lust and simply full of promises. A light bite made him push his chest out, a tan nipple getting caressed by teeth and tongue, his other rolled between thumb and finger. A warm hot tongue played with the sensitive nub and it made the expert shooter shiver. He’d never bloody known how sensitive they were or how good it felt to have them rubbed, he felt something in him tighten just a bit and his cock twitch. If he had, he may have put the knowledge to better use during the many nights he’d spent alone pleasuring himself. The teeth tugged back, scraping along the hardened nipple, making his fingers twitch again against strong shoulders. It didn’t take long for his erection to become painful, after so much time without any other human contact, it was probably expected he’d be so sensitized. He would have found it embarrassing and degrading if there wasn’t a mouth on his again. Hot tongue pushing past his lips with determination and demand, running along the top of his mouth, then across his own muscle. Encouraging him. He pushed back, fighting against the intrusion and enjoying every moment as he lost. He’d groaned when an especially rough push brought his tongue to the back of his mouth, the other exploring; Roughly grazing before repeating the touches softly enough to make the touch tickle, making him jolt. The hand between his legs stopped rubbing, leaving him to whine as the contact was lost. It wasn’t missed for too long before his underwear where torn from his hips, dragged down his thighs and left to fall off his knees as his legs hung off the tall desk. The wood under his skin was smooth, and he was very grateful. Saxton’s hand came back just as their mouths separated. Thick fingers wrapping completely around his dick, thumb pressing against the head and spreading the pre-cum that had formed. He moaned, loud and needy at the touch, earning another smirk from Saxton who leaned over and shuffled around somewhere on the desk behind him. Sniper didn’t care to see what he was doing, though, because the hand on his cock was slowly pumping him and his hands were gripping large muscles as he bit and kissed and licked the thick neck displayed before him, making Saxton take in a harsh breath. When he pulled back from whatever he was doing, Saxton had a small bottle in hand and the other left Sniper’s skin. He bit his lip to keep from making any more needy noises, because he knew what the bottle contained and what that meant for him. A hand on his cock was not too much of a loss with the knowledge of what was going to happen soon enough. He watched in anticipation as the bottle was opened slowly, wondering if the pace was deliberate. He had images of what was to happen floating around his head, wondering how and when and why so soon; Wasn’t foreplay supposed to last longer? Why was Saxton still wearing shorts when the Sniper could clearly see the straining erection against the denim, the bulge as big as he’d imagined (which was pretty damn large)? His mind stopped working when he watched lube leak onto the long thick fingers, fidgeting with the anticipation. He’d fingered himself earlier, felt out how it would be. Slowly at first, stretching the muscle lightly before scissoring his fingers wide to see how far he could push it. It had been strange, but with an erection, the stretch of the muscle had brought pleasure as he pushed his own fingers in. He could only imagine Saxton’s own, thicker fingers stretching him, Pulling him apart before pounding into him. And, god, did he want to get pound into the desk. His mind was hazy with the lust and thoughts of the soon to be future. He wanted it now, a thick cock pushing into him as he was held down and covered with the larger body, but he knew that would be painful. But then he didn’t have to imagine anything because the hand returned to grip the head of his cock, twisting, and making him gasp. A thick finger pushed past his cheeks to circle the ring of muscle that twitched as he tensed. A thick thigh spread his legs apart and he loved the feeling of it pushing his own thighs far apart, muscles flexing against his own. He stared a bit wide-eyed at the other Aussie, unsure about what to do. The man simply leered at him and pushed a finger, slowly, past the rim of muscles. It felt bloody fantastic, better than when he’d done it himself. Which was amazing because at that time it’d felt damn good. He balanced himself back on his elbows and pushed his hips onto the finger because he’d done this much himself, he was horny and needed this to go a little quicker before he came. And he certainly could come, just from looking at Saxton’s hand on his cock because it was just so fucking huge. Saxton seemed pleased with the reaction he got because he pushed the finger in to the knuckle quickly, the lube helping along the way. Sniper had bitten down on his tongue to keep anything but the growls from the back of his throat escaping his mouth. He rolled his hips and that seemed to do it. Saxton gripped his hip hard enough to leave a bruise and pushed a second finger in without a moments hesitation, stretching him wide. They scissored impatiently, as Saxton leaned over him and bit his shoulder. Teeth dragged across his collarbone, over the previous bite to graze at the tendon on his neck, sucking roughly. A third finger tried pushing in, stretching the ring of muscle non-to-gently before pushing further in. It was slightly uncomfortable and made the Sniper hiss into the other’s hair. Saxton didn’t pause though, just continued working the fingers into him, mouth finding a nipple and sucking it. The discomfort became a mild thing in the back of his mind as his flesh was teased by the expert mouth. he would have thought about how many times the other’d done these things (what with the expert treatment he was getting), but the stretch of muscle beyond normal was starting to feel good and the Sniper couldn’t resist thrusting his hips onto the digits penetrating him as that hot mouth left marks all over him that he wasn’t worried about explaining because there was something so much better to think about. Finally, Saxton spoke, a lusty whisper in his ear that made his stomach flip around and a shiver pass through him, “Unzip them, I want you to feel it. I want you to guide my dick into you and I want to watch you writhe and hear you scream.†The hands and mouth left his body, leaving just a large man pressed against him, clothed erection pressing against his ass. His breath hitched as he looked down between them, hands shaking as he sat up and moved them to the man’s shorts. He was eager. Slightly nervous, but his body demanded to be touched. Demanded to have Saxton’s hands back on his body. He was in a fog of sex and hormones that left no room for anything but contact. His thin fingers worked the button and zipper clumsily and he tried to hurry. He felt Saxton’s body rumble in approval, the man’s oversized muscles tensing and twitching as he reached into the shorts to feel the beast inside. He almost had a stroke, right there, with his hand on another man’s cock because that was so much thicker than just fingers. He took a deep breath as he pulled the cock from its enclosing, looking up at Saxton and licking his lips. The other man looked barely restrained, like he was holding back on capturing his prey, waiting for the right moment when it fell into the trap. He pushed his erection into the Sniper’s hand, who pumped once, admiring it with is unsteady hands. Then, doing as told, he lined the thick meat (so much larger) with himself, slipping the cock between his cheeks. The head touched his opening, resting there, and he hesitated, staring at Saxton, who glowered back in barely restrained lust and impatience, but didn’t do anything. Not until the sharpshooter wrapped his legs around his hips and pulled him in, letting just the tip of the head start pushing into him, the feeling pleasant so far. Then, Saxton grabbed him and pushed him on the desk, holding him down with a hand sitting hard on his chest, the other pouring lube all over his dick. He looked like a beast, his eyes boring into the Sniper like he was a caught rabbit to be played with. He hovered over the desk and him, leaving nothing else in his view. He overpowered the space around him and thrust. The Sniper arched his back and yelled, loud and hoarse. “Fuck!†He bit back tears, breathing hard and squeezing his eyes shut tight. It hurt, not dreadfully, but it hurt. His insides stretched to fit the man twice his size, muscles spasming and hands gripping the arm holding him down. He dug his nails in and Saxton let him draw blood and leave crescent shaped nail marks in his skin. Saxton’s free hand went back to his cock, stroking it as it began limping from the discomfort of having a dick suddenly shoved up his ass, but it twitched slightly when touched. When Sniper managed to relax enough to stop tearing the other’s arm apart, Saxton leaned over to kiss and flick his nipples, stimulating the most sensitive flesh on the Sniper’s torso. He played with them and rubbed him off until the pain idled away to something much, much more bearable and maybe even pleasant. As soon as he relaxed into the other’s grip, the larger man slowly moved his hips, rolling them around to test the waters while biting on a tender nipple. Sniper moaned, rolling his own hips to match the hand handling is cock. It was enough permission for Saxton to move, and he pulled out slowly before pushing back in, mouth moving to bite on the junction of his neck and shoulder. It rested there, licking and sucking as he moved his hips, thrusting into the Sniper who couldn’t stop the lewd mewling falling form his lips. It made Saxton growl in approval, picking up the pace in steady progression. The Sniper stopped breathing for what felt like an hour when a sudden jerk of the hips made him arch into the other and grab him around the shoulders, pulling their bodies flush together. Saxton kept a hand on his dick between them as his arm wrapped around the his thin waist and pulled him closer. Another jerk of the hips and he brushed against his prostate, making the Sniper moan Saxton’s name loudly. The man set a fast and unforgiving pace that made Sniper forget whatever discomfort he’d felt and made him shout, clutching on the man that surrounded him, covering him inside and out with his size while he pound into him. He clutched on for dear life, eyes rolling back as pleasure flitted against all of him. Everywhere skin met burned with heat as he pushed himself down to meet with Saxton’s trusts, hardly even sitting on the desk as a strong arm held him up. When he was close, when he knew it was coming, he bit Saxton’s shouders, muffling a cry. The heat at the pit of his stomach exploded and the hand on his cock tightened as he spasmed and shook, riding his orgasm. Saxton slowed, rolling his hips a few more times before grunting his own orgasm, surprising Sniper by groaning out his real name. But he tucked it away because he’d just had the best orgasm of his life and he was still suffering the after shocks as Saxton slowly pulled out and pulled the other man flush against him and held him there. They stayed that way until their breathing evened and they realized they should pull away, staring at each other for a few moments before Sniper broke the silence. “That was amazing, mate.†he whispered, feeling the flush climb to his ears and smiling up at the blue eyes of the other man. Saxton gave him a self-satisfied smirk and nodded, “I expect you’ll be coming back.†he stated, voice smug as he gave Sniper’s ass a firm squeeze before pulling away to let the man dress. “I dunno, maybe you’ll have to come to me.†Sniper replied after he’d gotten somewhat cleaned off and dressed under Saxton’s intense gaze. He smirked at the man’s slightly surprised expression and left the office, heading down to his van with a stitch in his hips, but he was none-the-less happy. -TF2- If anyone noticed that Sniper had a slight limp when the battle’s raged the following day, no one mentioned it because the Sniper had gotten the most kills that day sitting in a nest of his, looking absolutely pleased with himself. Everyone did their best not to tell the Sniper that he was doing a poor job actually hiding the marks all over his neck. Nobody questioned Saxton Hale’s presence for a random weapon’s inspection. Heavy chose not to comment when he accidentally saw Saxton squeeze Sniper’s ass. __________ @HJ, I wasn't actually going to keep going, but now that you mention wanting more, I may consider it. In fact, if you have ideas or something, contact me. I'm always open to people's wants.
“I’m going to fuck you well, mate. You’ll come crawling back, I promise.†You say it's your first time writing a porn? Fuck, that line got me all flustered! Scratch that - the entire chapter got me all hot! I'll go in my bunk and stay there for the entire week.
If they're going to fuck again I hope it'll be less gentle. Also, I find nothing wrong with the sex scene. It was well-written and nicely detailed.
the only reason I thought there was going to be a contination was because of some unresolved feelings floating about with Heavy and Sniper. Just interesting as they are a rare pairing, and it seems to be heavily hinted at what with Sniper being hidden from Saxton at first by Heavy, the Size-kink realisation and even at the end of that chapter when it was specifically Heavy noticing Sniper getting Ass-grabbed. Would be interesting if it led to Heavy being able to provide a more emotional relationship that Saxton might be too proud to give.
Dear @HJ, please step outside of my head. You are seriously inside of my thoughts right now. But you are correct, I was hinting at Sniper/Heavy because I'd like to explore it in the future. I'm have not been sure if I want it to continue from this or do something independently, so I'm sort of dancing around in circles, thinking. I might continue it and take on your suggestion to have Heavy be the emotional support, that actually sound like fun. Thank you! And much love! To my anons, thank you for your support. You have my appreciation and gratefulness.
I'd just like to take this moment to say that I don't think anyone would be opposed to a threesome between Sniper, Saxton, and Heavy. I certainly would be all for it, if that's something you wanted to write. Hoooooo boy.
knight spendid, you have just given me some wonderful mental images, and for that I owe you many thanks.
Welp, my fellow TF2ers, I guess I'm in. I will make this happen now that my wrist is better and I will do my best. Hopefully it will be to your satisfaction. Pssst, if anyone wishes to be a beta reader for me, I will love you forever and fill requests? I feel I may need one if this is to be any good. Much love, my sweethearts. I will go think about Heavy/Sniper/Saxton porn while I try to sleep.
I'll beta for you. My email is in the email field.
i just love this fic okay. i was lookin at it for a while, cringing at "sniper/saxton". i am definitely not a saxton pairing fan but holy smokes, am i glad to have gotten a little too curious and read this. i would love to beta for you if you need it still, too. email in the field! continue. forever. or at least a little while longer.
I love Anon 29's idea! It'd be awesome for that to happen, Heavy is just a lovely character and I generally like it when he's involved in a story :)
I'm just popping back in to say that I will be updating soon, but before I do, I would love if any of you would still be interested in beta-ing? Since Composition is still my worst course ever. I am alive, I am very sorry for leaving.
I don't think I'd be a good beta, but I just wanted to say that I'm really excited that you're planning to continue this!