So I was bored of the same old junk here on tf2chan so I wrote something that is a bit different to the plain ol' 1v1 character scenario. Story includes, but is not limited to... Drinking, strip poker, hot tub fun times, excuses to rip off clothing, girly drinks, freezing pool water, bondage, tattoos, and expensive hotels. Also I am an artist, not a writer; please excuse my retarded writing style. Enjoy. [center]*****[/center] "So gentlemen, I have, in my possession, specs for a new make of rifle for you all." The Red Spy exclaimed dutifully and waved a blueprint in the air for emphasis. "Get out! Bout damn toime we got some upgrades to use against those damn dingos across the way." Adrian piped up and high-fived the Sniper next to him. "How is it different from our old ones? Better scope? More accuracy?" Derrick chimed in after the high-five. "Non. It uses the critical boost technology now. Essentially it uses zhe bonus criticals from your headshots and gives zhe rifle a buff after zo many headshots..." The Spy trailed off as everyone in the room got silent. Currently, they were in the team's lounge room, where the entirety of the Red's sniping team had agreed to meet up with the Spy to talk about new weapons, buffs etc. There were, in total, five snipers on Red team, and they considered themselves a team within the Red one, and went about work as such. "Well thats a load of crock. Where's our heavy firepower?" Liam interjected as he leaned over the back of the couch Derrick and Adrian were sitting on. "Why not give us better equipment to protect us from those damn Spies! Yanno they can just about face stab all of us now! Ain't no sport in it anymore for them!" "YEAAH!" Derrick agreed. "Whot's this buff shit gonna do for us anyway?" Spy stared incredulously at the bunch. "It will give you a few seconds where every shot you deal is critical to zhe target." Spy calmly added. "Roight load of shit that'll do yah if you ain't already aiming for the head." Chester said bitterly, then sighed heavily. "Everybody got some fancy do-hicky that actually helps them in the field, and all we got is some bloody rifle with a buff." He shook his head and sat down in one of the armchairs. "Ain't roight." "Yah could throw us a bone here and get us some better shite." Derrick huffed in reply to the conversation in general. He sat back into the couch and took his slouch hat off, and ran a hand through his brown hair. "Hard enough picking off everyone now that the spies all got equipped with some new fancy shite as well." Adrian added and placed his chin on his hand. "Ain't loike things are getting easier for us." He sighed and looked like he deflated from the action. "Too damn roight on that one." Liam added and rolled his green eyes. "The watches." Jack spoke up for the first time that evening, his deep voice muffled by the black bandana he wore over mouth and nose. Everyone turned to look at the man leaning against the far wall. He held up two fingers in response. "Doppelgangers." He explained from underneath his cowl. The room was silent for a moment, and when it appeared that Jack was done talking, Adrien piped back in. "YEAH! The damn spoihs got some bloody way of using copies of themselves to trick us into thinking they're dead!" He instantly inflated again as he got back into the conversation. "AUGH ITS FRUSTRATING" He grabbed his head by his short platinum blonde hair and fell backwards into the couch. "Too roight." Derrick agreed and nodded as he crossed his arms. "Maybe one of us needs to take that operation so we can use Jarate against them." Liam suggested and stood up straighter at the looks he got. "You bloody crazy?! You saw what it did to those damn Blus!" Chester pointed at the long dark-haired man behind the sofa. "Bloody permanent that shite is!" Liam sighed and shook his head, his loose ponytail on the back of his head swaying with him. "Yeah Oi know. But what other choice have we got?!" "Sorry mate, but Oi'm going to keep my innards just the way they are for now, and hopefully forever. On that note, where's the booze? Didn't someone say they were gonna bring some?" Derrick looked around hopefully. "Could use a bloody drink roight about now." All this time the Spy had given up on talking to these...morons...and had taken up just sitting in an armchair and watching the conversation evolve from his seat adjacent to the couch the Sniper's had taken roost on. The word 'booze' came up as the conversation turned got him out of his tranced state and curious. Why bring booze to a briefing? For a few seconds and everyone looking around at each other, it didn't look like anyone had brought any, but then someone stepped up. Jack slowly pushed himself from the wall and reached into the inside pocket of his heavy coat, and produced a liter of quadruple distilled vodka. He walked over to the coffee table and set them down carefully, then huffed as he stood back. "Well whot the hell you waiting for? Crack these open already!" Chester reached forward and snatched one of the bottles up and opened it quickly, tossing the cap over his shoulder. Spy watched wide-eyed as all five Snipers pulled out their own shot glasses from pockets and satchels, then commenced to pour themselves up each a shot of the clear liquid. "Am I missing somezhing here or was this still a weapons briefing?" He asked the bunch as they all clinked their glasses together merrily. "Well you did happen to schedule this meeting on our drinking night." Derrick answered and smiled happily before he and the rest of the Snipers all bottomed their drinks. Spy's mouth dropped open. What lousy stupid bushm-- "Could join us yanno. Since your intel on this new rifle is shite, yah won't haveta run that blueprint down to the eggheads downstairs so they can build it." Adrian added and smiled. "Cheeky bastard!!" Chimed Liam, Derrick, and Chester at the same time, but only Liam and Derrick were close enough to shove the blonde clean off the couch and onto his ass on the floor. Spy almost laughed at that. Almost. "OI! YAH GITS!" Adrian yelled as he stood up and dusted himself off cartoonishly. "But, the bastard has a point. Why not join us for some drinks spoih?" Liam suggested as he poured himself up another shot. "Out of all the spoihs on our team, it's always you commin' to us to tell us of any good news." Chester chimed in as he tied back his relatively short orangish brown hair into a small ponytail. The rest of his hair the ponytail couldn't hold fell naturally to the sides of his face. "Yah cause the other spoihs won't touch us with a twelve-foot pole." Derrick added and downed a second shot before standing, and stuffing his slouch hat back onto his head. "Least he cares." Jack replied as he snatched up the bottle, then walked out of the room. Adrian bounded out of the room after him. "Wait for me yah git! Oi didn't get my second one yet!" Derrick shook his head as the two left. "Man. Can't believe it." He turned and looked at the spy. "Jack's got respect for yah. That's a damn first." He smiled, then waved as he walked out as well. Chester stood and stretched. "That is quite peculiar." He added, then glanced at the Spy still sitting in the armchair next to him. "You gotta come now. Ain't like Jack says somethin' loike that everyday." He laughed then headed out and down the hallway. The Spy stood quietly, thinking to himself about what just happened. What was the point of any of this anyway? Jesus these Snipers were just a waste of time to even talk to... "So, yah gonna join us or whot?" Liam asked from his spot not far away from the Spy. "Could use that sane moind of yours to keep us out of trouble tonight." He smiled genuinely. "Oi know it don't look loike it, but really you're the only one who keeps us informed on all this shite from corporate. Would be good to get tah know yah better." The Spy opened his mouth to interject when the aussie started talking again. "Hell talking over drinks is always a lot more fun anyway. Can't deny that." Well. He did have a point. Good God, but the thought of even being around these Snipers for more than necessary seemed like an impossible task. He checked his watch. It was only about 8 o' clock... "Fine. One drink. Thats it." Spy finally gave in.
5 Snipers/1 Spy? I'm intrigued..
There's about 9 parts to this so far. Hopefully I'll get into the habit of posting one each night or so. Another piece of the pie here for just such an occasion. Also tf2chan doesn't like my bbcode apparently. How he got conned into following a van full of Red snipers downtown was anyone's guess. He lit a cigarette and tapped his gloved fingers on the steering wheel of his Audi R8 coupe as he waited at yet another red light. Least the base at coldfront had a big town nearby. The tall skyscrapers felt more comforting than any dusty old town close to teufort. He was expecting a shabby pub downtown. What he was not expecting was that grease trap of a van to pull into the driver's circle of one of the most upscale and expensive hotels in town. More confused than anything, he got out as the other snipers piled out of the van. The night air was chilling, and a dusting of snow was already on its way. At least if he got snowed in here, he could have a nice place to stay for the night. "Here?" He asked incredulously to the bunch as they made their way inside. "Yeh." Liam answered shortly as he tossed the keys to an attendant nearby. "Be careful with the gears made. She's a little flighty." He laughed and sauntered inside. Spy handed his keys over to the man as well, giving him a good stare down to make sure his precious Audi baby would NOT have one scratch on it. After walking up the marble stairs to the door, which was generously held open for him, he joined the five over in the lobby at the front desk. "Got a reservation for Derrick, under R.E.D. company." Derrick explained to the young woman behind the desk as the others bustled around him. "So baby how's about that date? Still need a man in your life?" Adrian leaned over the counter as the girl worked at the computer. "Why do you ask me that every time you guys come in here?" She said and rolled her eyes at the bunch. "If I needed a man I wouldn't be looking at a BOY like you." She smiled sweetly and handed the keycards off to him. The snipers around him all went 'OOOOHH' at the same, and he shoved them to make his point. "Aw shut it will yah?!" "The penthouse in the right tower is ready for you. Number to the elevator is on the back of the cards." She added sweetly, then waved them off as she returned to work. Penthouse? They rent...the PENTHOUSE? "Alroight. C'mon now, this way lads." Chester was already at the elevator, holding the door open for them. After they all shuffled inside, Adrian keyed in the four-digit number into the keypad on the elevator, then pressed the button for the top suite penthouse. "Zhe penthouse. You all rent out zhe penthouse for your drinking party?" The Spy asked, still not believing that this was happening. "Well yeah. Jack insists we all chip in to rent it every month or so, but yeah." Liam answered. "But...why zhe PENTHOUSE?" Spy asked again. Liam shrugged. "Jack insists." Spy looked at the man named 'Jack' inquisitively. Jack merely nodded in reply. Well, Spy was grateful either way. He guessed they all spent the weekend at the penthouse to wind down after a month of tough fighting. Everyone had their ways of distressing themselves. But this was beyond bizarre. He would have never guessed that this is where the snipers would disappear off to every month or so. The elevator opened right at the flat, and everyone shuffled out, quickly shucking off their heavy coats and jackets and hanging them on the racks on the wall in the entryway. Boots were tossed aside; Knives, bows, rifles and gear were all stuffed on the nearest table and couch. Everyone seemed to know their way about the place except for Spy, who was still standing in the entryway, marveling the modern beauty of the upscale penthouse. The bottom floor was merely just for lounging. A huge flat screen TV adorned the side wall, while windows viewed the starry sky above through thin patches of snow. He walked forward finally, remembering to toe his shoes off before stepping on the plush carpet. He took his coat off and his suit jacket and folded them both over one arm as he approached one of the windows to gaze down at the city below. To his right there was a huge balcony, in which an heated pool and jacuzzi were adorned with ornate designs in the bottom of it, with many lounging chairs and tables all around. "Oi! You gonna drink with us spook or are yah gonna drool over everything all night long?" Derrick called over from his seat at the full bar on the far left wall. Spy tore his eyes off the window and stepped away, clearing his throat as he did. He walked back over and hung his coat and jacket on the hooks by the door, then sauntered back over to the bar. The counter he sat at was made of black marble, and a drink was set down in front of him almost immediately. "What is it?" He asked as he picked up the small dainty glass. A single slice of lemon floated on top of a clear-red liquid. "It's a cosmo. Couldn't think of anything fancy for yah." Liam said truthfully as he poured up another drink. Spy sighed at that. A cosmopolitan was more of a lady's drink... Fuck it. He downed it anyway. It wasn't half bad, but still. Lady's drink. "Just a martini is fine. With olives." He sighed and handed back the empty glass. Liam smiled. "Figures you'd be a martini drinker. Shoulda known better." "Whot? Figures a fancy spoih would loike fancy drinks?" Adrian piped in from behind the Spy. "Cheeky bastard." Derrick mumbled and Chester pulled him back by the collar of his shirt, then shoved a beer into the blonde's hands in apology. "SO. Whots on the list of shite to do tonight?" Derrick swiveled in his chair to look at Chester and Adrian. "Well, everyone's got a drink now, Oi guess it's toime to play." Chester said, then raised his glass in the air to toast. Everyone did the same and Spy was left hanging with his martini. "Play what exactly?" Spy inquired. Jack held out 3 decks of cards in his left hand. "Poker." He smirked and downed the rest of his drink.
Finally some new Sniper/Spy! I'm so desperate I didn't even care about the few typos (not the accents but the real ones in the first chapter) or that it's impossible for me to follow how which Sniper looks like. I just want this to continue so badly. The description sounds very promising and I love the way the Spy is acting. It's amusing to read how confused he was when he realized the bushmen were classier than he had thought. Can't wait until they start the game.
Hhnnnnnnnnnnggghh... All of my kinks! Whatever you do, do NOT let this story die! I need this! I also hope there's gonna be group sex, for now it sure looks promising.
seems promising, but the written accents are incredibly... distracting? almost distracting. and unnecessary, really. otherwise, id love to see more.
Mm. Yeah, the accents written in are a bit distracting, but the word usage like shite and such is good. I like where this is going as well.
Thanks m1r for the tip. I cleaned up a lot of that junk so this next one and those hereafter will be easier to read. My apologies, I live in Fort Worth area of Texas. Our accents are about just as atrocious as what I was putting in the fic there. I try to clean up most of the mistakes in here, but most of this junk is written at 3 in the morning, so if you guys see something off please tell me. Another note, there's a French phrase in here I'm pretty sure I butchered. Sorry bout that as well... Spy's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Poker? Now this is a game he's good at. "Come. We play." Jack said in his think accent before standing from his seat on the left of Spy, and walked over to the square dinning table near the full kitchen, and underneath a beautiful array of huge glass windows. Spy stood from his seat as well as everyone followed, but again, Liam lingered behind. "So, you gonna play?" He asked the Spy as he fixed his ponytail. "Of course." "Thought you were just gonna stay for one drink then leave..." He smiled knowingly at the Spy. Spy looked back at him. "One round of poker could not possibly hurt." He smirked. "Oh mate. You don't realize what you're about to get yourself into. Better just leave now and save your image of us blokes." Liam placed his palm on his forehead and just smiled. "What?" Spy asked confused. Liam just looked up at the ceiling. "Well best be going over if we want to play. You'll find out soon enough I suppose." He shook his head and made his way over to the others. Spy followed hesitantly. What the hell was all that about? Derrick went about setting a shot glass in front of everyone's seat on the table, then set two bottles of Patron Blanco tequila near the center, along with a glass of just lime slices. "Derrick. Explain rules to spy." Jack said as he went about shuffling and cutting the cards. "Right. So we play a pretty weird game of poker here. Since we always spend our budget money on this nice set up we've got here, we never have any money to bet with. So we just figured why not make up our own rules? So you're about to play a game of strip poker." Derrick grinned cheekily and sat down in one of the chairs. Spy fixed him with a stare, again incredulous, but calculating as well. "So rules go, that if you aren't the winning hand, you gotta strip something off. If you're the worst hand at the table, then you gotta strip AND drink." He pointed to the liquor in the center of the table. "Folding counts as a strip. And if you run out of clothes, then you have to jump in that pool outside naked, and swim one lap around in that freezing water." Derrick explained with a grin. "That, is zhe most ridiculous way of playing poker I have ever heard." Spy said frankly. "Works though." Derrick laughed and wagged his finger. "Now you can give up before you loose all your clothes, in which you keep your dignity, but yah still have to take that swim in the cold water out there." "C'est des conneries." Spy argued. At that everyone laughed around the table, then cards began to be dealt out by Jack. "You in then? Can you take those stakes?" Derrick asked. "It only means I cannot loose then." Spy smirked and straightened his cards as they were dealt to him. The first round went smoothly, everyone with drink in hand and chatting merrily, but with a sly smile, Jack flips his cards and produces a full house, which trumps over Spy's straight. Spy gazes down at Jack's winning hand, then at the man himself. A challenge? He loosens the knot of his tie and relinquishes it from his neck, tossing it behind him. He takes his pack of cigarettes from his vest pocket and lights one, inhaling readily. Adrian had to drink that round, with a measly pair of sevens, and was now shirtless, same as Chester. Derrick just grinned cheekily and took off his hat, while Liam wore a white undershirt. Three rounds later and he finally won. He beat Jack's three of a kind with his flush. FINALLY. He wanted to rub that sniper's nose in it, but that would have to wait for later he supposed. "I think, I'm gonna....call it quits." Adrian said slowly as he swayed in his seat. In the four rounds they played, the blonde had taken all the bad hands and ALL the shots. "HAHA! Duzzled now are we?" Derrick laughed from across the table. "Shut up yaaah git!" The blonde slurred as he went to stand, then wobbled sideways on his feet. He was only one pair of red boxers away from loosing anyway, but he thought he was going to loose his lunch if he took any more shots. "Fine! Fine! Where's the bloody door to the pool?" He asked as Derrick got up to guide him to the balcony. Derrick opened the door for him and pointed his hand and bowed like a servant. "Your frigid bath awaits you!" He said triumphantly and earned a sluggish shove from the blonde as Adrian stepped out into the cold. "Oh it's bleedin' cold out here!" Adrian exclaimed and everyone snickered at the stupid remark. "Alright....here I go..." He said as he approached the snowy edge of the pool. "One....two....two and a half...two and three quarters..." "OH just get on with it yah sod!" Derrick stepped over and kicked him square in the back, and Adrian toppled into the pool while wailing like a little girl. Spy couldn't help but laugh as he watched the whole thing from the window. "I CHANGE MY MIND!! I CHANGE MY MIND!! ITS FREEZIN' COLD!! GET ME OUT!! OUT!!" Adrian squealed as he scrabbled to the side of the pool, trying to get up. All the snipers were laughing their asses off at the whole thing, and Derrick went down on a knee he was laughing so hard. "WHERE'S THE DAMN STAIRS?!" Adrian yelled and practically set himself falling under the water again. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!" He finally climbed out over the side and ran and jumped into the jacuzzi at the other end. "BLOODY HELL! I think I left my damn arse over there!" He yelled as the laughing bunch. "JUST YOU FUCKIN WAIT! You'll all be in that water soon enough yah fuckin' sods!" "Oh my god....OOOH my god..." Derrick said between fits of laughter. He slowly stood clutching his side and wiped a tear from his eye with the other hand. "Shit that was too funny." "We play now?" Jack asked without his mask this time. "Oh god I gotta pee like a racehorse from that one." Derrick said as he pushed past the bunch and into an adjacent room. "Take five I guess. One down, four to go." Chester said and held up four fingers. "Anyone want a drink?" Liam suggested, and everyone's hands in the room shot up, even the Spy's. "Right then." He said and excused himself back to the bar. Spy just sat back down and lit another cigarette. "You were laughing." "Hmm?" Spy hummed and looked up from his lighter. "Never heard you laugh before." Chester admitted and placed his chin on his hand as he looked at the Spy. "Enjoying yourself?" Spy put his lighter ontop of his packet of cigarettes laying on the table. "So what if I am?" He asked around the cigarette in his mouth. "Well that's good then ain't it?" Chester smiled. Spy hummed again as he looked about the room. Adrian came walking back into the flat, wrapped up in about 3 towels from head to toe. He looked like a damn pissed off wet cat. He smirked and looked back at Chester. "I suppose it is."
Did you notice you switched from imperfect to present and then back to imperfect? Anyway, I like how this fic has been this far. I can't help smiling when I read this, all the men are so happy and relaxed and the atmosphere is lovely. Especially the tension between Jack and the Spy is making me curious to see how the things are going to turn out.
Sorry for lack of update. College is draining me of everything. Also @Anon; I guess that kinda is my style, to explain what's going on from a third person view, then going back into the dialog. I have no idea honestly. Liam placed a tall drink glass in front of the Spy. Spy sat up straighter and looked at the liquid inside. There were bits of fresh peppermint leaves scattered at the bottom and in between the ice cubes. "Mojito." Liam explained as he sat back down in his seat the left of the Spy. "Many thanks." Spy nodded then took a sip. He licked his lips at the new taste and assessed his situation. He still had his dress shirt on, now with the cuffs rolled up, his undershirt, pants, boxers, and his mask. So 5 more rounds he had to win or he was going to have to the walk of shame. Or, swim of shame, as it seemed to be. "Everyone ready then?" Derrick asked before Chester, now the dealer, started to deal out cards. "I've got all I need right here." Liam grinned and raised his drink. "Alright. Let's play." It was only two rounds later when Derrick lost all his clothes. He triumphantly slammed his smiley-face boxers down on the table, stood up, downed his shot, then went running like a madman out onto the balcony, and swan-dived into the pool, singing the English national anthem at the top of his lungs. It was Adrians turn to laugh his ass off through the window at Derrick. "TOLD YAH YOU BLEEDIN' GIT!! SWIM IN THAT WATER!!" Derrick surfaced and scrambled as quickly as he could to get out of the water, also plunging into the hot water of the jacuzzi afterwards. Two down, three more to go. Spy took another sip of his mojito, then lit another cigarette. Liam followed suit and lit one of his own, smoking it leisurely, unlike the spy who smoked to keep focused. He had won the last two rounds, and was finding more and more of Jack's weaknesses as the game progressed on. Chester was likely to go next round; he only had his boxers on at this point, and Liam hadn't won in a while either. Jack was still mostly clothed, only taking off his hood and socks to reveal his closely trimmed dark beard and short jet black hair. The man looked odd compared to the rest of the snipers, in the fact that he had an eyebrow piercing, and that his ears were gaged. As Spy was dealt his cards, he looked vigilantly at the man across the way, who looked just as on edge back at him. Sure enough, Chester took his dive in the pool next, leaving just Liam and Jack left to deal with. They called another break since the dealer had to switch again now that Chester was now out of the game. Liam walked over to the bar yet again, and this time Spy followed him, sitting on one of the stools as he watched the long-haired man go about making drinks again. Jesus, how much can these snipers drink before they just fall down wasted? "Another mojito?" Spy asked hopefully. "Nope, got something else for yah..." Liam answered as he worked. Spy pouted and swiveled his chair around to look at the bunch standing around the TV. Chester was already out of the pool and in towels as he fiddled with the hi-fi system, and Spy jumped when the sound finally came on and music poured into the room. It sounded as if Chester was surfing through radio stations before he settled on one that was playing booty music. Spy smirked as Derrick waved his hands in the air, and shook his head as he stood next to the orangish-brown haired man and snatched the remote from him. The radio stations crackled again and now settled onto a classical music station. Derrick nodded, then strutted over to Adrian, and looked like he asked for a dance, because they both started ballroom dancing comically, while Chester clapped and cheered from the sideline. Spy chuckled and shook his head as Derrick swooped low with the blonde falling limp in his arms just like a woman would. "What's zhe story with everyone here? You all seem to know each other very well..." Spy turned back to Liam who was still busy making drinks. "Well, kinda, I guess." Liam replied as he set a drink down on the bar in front of Spy. "Those two goofs dancing were friends during the war. They were a two man sniping team from Queensland, and after the war they kept in touch, and ended up going to Red for a job." He pointed at Chester. "He's from the Motherland. England. Also was in the war as a sniper. Got his hands on some top secret info during the war, and traded his way into Red for it. " He poured up another drink and set it down on the bar before continuing. "I didn't go to war. Yea ever hear of those man-trackers from Australia? That's what Oi did for a long time. And I'm still bloody good at it. Red hired me for that." "What about Jack?" Spy felt compelled to ask. Liam huffed at that. "He was orphaned at a young age. He left the Oz around fourteen years old and went to Moscow lookin' for work..." He trailed off as he took a sip from his own drink. "Got himself tied up in the Russian mafia until he was twenty-five. Then wandered off to Siberia for two years, and eventually Red came looking for him. Promised him a job." "So zhat explains zhe weird accent..." Spy hummed to himself as he took a drink. He licked his lips and looked over at Liam. "What is this by zhe way?" "Kamikaze." Liam answered. ******************************** Spy ended up being the dealer for the next set of rounds. After Liam lost 2 times in a row, he was out of the race, and now it was just down to Jack and himself. He only lost his dress shirt from those last rounds, and now Jack was down to his undershirt as well. Dark black tattoos adorned Jack's now visible skin, probably relics from his past mafia life, and although they were interesting to look at, Spy had to put blinders on for the next few rounds. His face was burning red from too much liquor, but still he would not give up. Time to step up his game. The last rounds were brutal, both of them refusing to go down without a fight. Every other round the Spy won, but he wasn't going to last for long at this pace. His vision was swaying now, and he was having a very hard time concentrating now that he was just in his underwear. He still had his mask on, thankfully, and that was one more article of clothing over what Jack was wearing. Both men stared each other down as they went through the motions of dealing cards. "Gonna loose." Jack smirked as he looked at his cards. His face was tinged red as well, and his tongue slurred a bit as he talked. "Never." Spy replied venomously and flipped his hand over, revealing four of a kind. Jack looked at him, and merely smiled as he flipped his own cards. "Straight flush. Loose. Now drink!" He commanded and pushed the bottle toward the Spy. Everyone huddled around the table 'OOOOOH'ed at the same time. "FINE!" Spy barked and took the shot, closing his eyes as the liquid burned down his throat. He shimmied his black calvin klein underwear off and tossed them at Jack. "I still got one more." He pointed to his mask and grinned. Jack pouted. "Not fair." "Is too." "No is not." "IT IS!" "Fine. Deal cards. We will settle this." Jack waved the Spy off and took the cards dealt to him. "You loose. Again." Jack slurred. "No. You." Spy shook his head, fighting back a drunken laugh. "You." "YOU!" Spy shouted and tossed down his straight flush. "HAH!" Jacked huffed and laid down his cards, and Spy's eyes widened at what he saw...
Can't wait for the next update, Anon! Good job.
I come here every 3 hours to see if there is an update. And not yet...
Again, sorry for the wait. Jack crossed his arms sullenly as Spy stared at his four of a kind of...jacks? The hand itself was something of a miracle to achieve, and the obvious inclination to Jack's name made it all just too perfect. "How did you--" Spy asked before shutting his mouth as he looked up to see Jack glaring at him. "Jack has never lost. EVER." Adrian said in disbelief. "Well, first time for everything I guess..." Derrick commented and sipped from his drink. Liam entered the room, his boxers and a shirt on now as he toweled off his dark long hair. "Who won then?" He asked as he neared the table. "Spy did. Figure that." Chester said as he picked up both the hands, just to make sure his drunken stupor wasn't totally screwing with his vision. Jack stood and stretched, his muscles rippling underneath his tattooed skin. "I still say..." He paused to crack his neck. "...Is unfair to count mask." Jack smirked at the Spy, his face now tinged red after those last few shots. "He beat you fair and square mate. NOW SWIM!" Derrick yelled and laughed heartily, everyone following suit. "Ain't everyday Jack gets trumped at poker." "I can't wait to see this." Adrian laughed and leaned against Derrick for support as he wobbled on his feet. Spy went to stand as well, but he remembered he was in his birthday suit, and sluggishly looked around for his underwear. "où est mon sous-vêtements?" He asked as he tried to remember where he threw them. "I beg your pardon?" Chester chuckled as he looked over at the Spy, his face and cheeks rosy from the booze. "My underwear?" Spy slurred as he looked at the group. "Oh, you mean these?" Derrick held up Spy's fancy black underwear, just for a second though before he chucked them about 10 feet away. "Je t'encule!" Spy cursed before flipping them all the bird. The chorus of laughter from the drunken men should have been expected, but still his face flushed an even deeper red behind his mask. "Please?" Spy asked in vain. "Please whot?" Adrian asked in a teasing voice. "Why don't you just get them for yourself?" Chester asked in the same manner, grinning cheekily. Spy looked at Liam for some sort of sane lifeline, but even he was laughing along with the bunch. Spy rubbed his eyes and dragged his hands down his face. "Putain snipers..." he cursed as he stood and shoved the chair he was sitting in away from him. He crossed the room, past the sniggering group of Snipers, and over to his black underwear on the ground. The cat-calls and whistles he heard behind him as he bent over to pick them up were enough to make his face burning red now. He put them on as quickly as any drunk man could and almost tripped and fell over. He turned around and flipped the bird at all of them before he walked over and shoved the closest person to him. It happened to be the blonde, who bumped into Derrick, and they both lost their footing. "OH SHIT--" They both yelled as they toppled over onto the plush carpet in a tangle of arms and limbs. And the laughter started up again, this time Spy was laughing his ass off at the two on the floor. "GET OFF ME YAH GIT!" Adrian yelled and pushed Derrick off him, who was laughing his ass off as well. Derrick flipped over onto his back and just couldn't stop laughing. "Fuck...you...Spy!" He choked out between fits of laughter. "You deserved it!" Spy play-kicked him while he was down. "Alright, enough fighting lads." Chester snickered as he helped Adrian up, then Derrick. "Is time to swim." Jack said nonchalantly as he stripped his boxers off, then tossed them at Spy just like Spy had done earlier that night. Spy caught them with his face, then snatched them off quickly. He watched as Jack slammed his shot quickly, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He pushed past everyone and crossed the room and opened the door to the balcony. Everyone in the room scurried over to the door and squeezed through it to watch. Jack stood at the snowy edge of the pool, a flurry had began to come down now, and the white flakes stuck to his hair as he looked down into the frigid water. He took a few steps back, then took a running dive into the pool. The snipers cheered as he surfaced the water and raised his fist into the air. "Hah! Is not that cold." Jack exclaimed as he swam around then dived under again. When he resurfaced he ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. "Is not that cold." He repeated and grinned. "Whaddya mean its not cold?!" Adrian yelled. "Its bloody twenty degrees outside!" Jack shrugged. "Siberia is cold, yea?" He swam to the side and pulled himself out of the water. "Here, is not so much." Jack smirked as he grabbed a towel off the rack by the wall. He toweled himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist. "You're a bloody polar bear mate." Derrick hugged his arms to his torso to keep warm. "Balls to this, I'm going inside." Liam waved his hand and walked back inside to the warm penthouse. "Same!" Adrian, Derrick, and Chester all exclaimed at the same time and shuffled inside behind Liam. Spy was left outside in his underwear, still marveling at how Jack was not a shivering mess after swimming in that cold water. "How?--" Spy started to ask before Jack grabbed his hand and put it to his bare tattooed chest. Spy's eyes instantly widened at the gesture, but then he realized what Jack was showing him. His skin was practically radiating heat in the cold air. The sudden urge to just huddle against the warmth welled up in him, but he decided to quickly retract his hand to keep his drunken self from doing so. "Well I suppose that is a nice...'thing' to have when it is cold outside..." Spy smiled then turned to go inside. Jack cleared his throat, grabbing Spy's attention before he left. "My underwear? Please?" Jack smirked when Spy realized he was still clutching Jack's underwear. Spy quickly handed them back to Jack, his face yet again burning red. "Right, sorry." Spy replied before hurrying off inside so he hopefully wouldn't embarrass himself further. When he returned inside, booty music was playing over the hi-fi, and Chester, Derrick, and Adrian were all having some sort of drunken dance competition. He didn't pay much attention to it as he sauntered over to the table to find his white dress shirt. He slipped it on, then buttoned it while walking back into the room to see what the hell was going on. From the looks of it, Adrian was raking both Derrick and Chester over the coals with his superior dance moves. Spy just rolled his eyes at the spectacle then walked over to the bar to see what Liam was up to again. Before he could even sit down, yet another martini was set down before him. A low whine escaped his throat. "I don't think I can take much more of this..." He pouted at Liam who just chuckled in reply. Nevertheless, he took a sip of it anyway. Liam poured up a set of drinks for the rest of the pack, then promptly took one and gulped it down. He set it down with a 'aaaah' then turned his attention to Spy. "Having fun are we?" Liam smirked as Spy took another sip from the martini. "I 'ad no idea that you all did this every month..." Spy replied, his head bobbing slightly to the loud music. He shivered a bit and rubbed at his arms as a cold draft made goosebumps raise up across his skin. Liam's eyebrow raised in question. "Cold?" "Slightly." Spy laughed. "My feet are cold, actually, but my socks are gone..." He slurred as he looked behind him as if that might help him find his socks. "Should just have a dip in that jacuzzi outside." Liam suggested. Spy turned his head back to his drink as he thought that over. Well, even in the few minutes that he was outside, that jacuzzi was steaming and looked so enticing at the time... "Maybe..." Spy took another sip as he looked over the room. "It would be cold on my feet again though.." Liam's expression was thoughtful as he lolled his tongue behind closed lips, as if sucking on a piece of hard candy. He leaned in closer to Spy's ear so he could hear him over the loud noise...Or so Spy thought. "I could fix that..." He offered.
I want more. Please. I usually don't like the tf2 fanfic with original names that much, but this story made me feel hot. I don't know why. PS. I like every Snipers in your story, they are cute, funny and cool in their own way, IMO.
Ok there's some translations in here that I am 99% sure I messed up completely. Sorry in advance to the native French and Russian speakers out there. Spy's eyebrow quirked in question. "What do you mean?" "Well...I could carry you to the jacuzzi..." Liam suggested with a shrug. Spy just stared at him incredulously. "Seriously?" "Well, I am the host, and you are the guest..." Liam replied humbly. Spy just chuckled and covered his eyes with his hand, more out of disbelief than embarrassment. "Mon dieu...First, you make me a girlish drink, then you offer to carry me?!" He laughed and shook his head. "You are too much." Now it was Liam's turn to pout. "A cosmo is a good drink mate." "IT'S A LADY'S DRINK!" Spy claimed in an exasperated tone. "Says who?" "Says ME." Spy slapped his hand down on the bar to make his point. "So why'd you drink it then yah spunk?" Liam smiled as the argument evolved. Spy opened his mouth to answer, then found himself without words to make a convincing answer. He sat there sullenly, thinking of some kind of excuse as to why he didn't complain about it before now. Fuck it, he was too drunk for this. "It just tasted good, ok?" Spy gave up and slouched over the bar in defeat. He rested his head on the cold marble and ended up sending another cold shiver up his spine. Liam chuckled at Spy's theatrics, then saw the man shiver again. "So the drink was good despite whatever you thought about it. Why would the jacuzzi be any different?" Liam asked as he reached over and rubbed his hand over the Spy's back. Spy sighed in reply. "I suppose..." The sniper straightened, then walked around the bar to where Spy was sitting. "C'mon, get up." He tugged at Spy's arms and the man groaned in reply, then swatted his hands away. Liam clicked his tongue as an idea popped into his head. He took his pack of cigarettes out and placed one on his lips. As soon as he lit it, Spy stirred and turned to look at him. "Fancy a smoke?" Liam smirked around his cigarette. He grasped it between his fingers then waved it in front of Spy's face. Spy stared at him darkly. "You...are a bastard." Spy reached for it, and as expected Liam snatched it out of his reach. "C'mon then, up an at 'em." Liam stepped away and smoked it just to piss Spy off more. Spy downed the rest of his martini. "If...If I do whatever the hell it is that you are dragging me around to, will you stop pestering me and GIVE ME A DAMN CIGARETTE?!" Spy stood and grasped the bar as he wobbled on his feet. "Of course." Liam chuckled then helped him regain his balance and steered him towards the balcony door. Derrick, Adrian, and Chester were all still lounging about in the living room with the music still playing loud as hell. They all watched as Liam and Spy wobbled through the room and towards the balcony. Chester raised his hands up in silent question before Liam shook his head at him and motioned for him to keep his trap shut. Chester's eyes widened, and looks were exchanged between the three. He opened the door for the Spy, then placed his cigarette back to his mouth. "Put your arm around my neck." Liam commanded so he could pick the Spy up. Spy instantly snatched the cigarette from Liam's mouth and smoked it almost down to the filter. "doux Jésus..." Spy sighed out smoke as Liam maneuvered his arm around his neck anyway. True to his word, Liam lifted the Spy in his arms bridal-style and squeezed through the door while Spy just smoked contently in his arms. As Liam approached the hot tub, his slight grin he had on turned into a sour frown when he saw that someone had already occupied the jacuzzi. Jack. He set Spy down with his feet on the first step inside the hot tub. He wobbled on his feet a bit before he realized what was so warm on his feet. "Oh...l'eau." Spy slurred as he looked around. He spotted Jack and couldn't help but grin drunkenly. "C'est donc là que vous disparut à !" He greeted the man as he tried to step down in to the oversized hot tub. Jack waded over and grasped one of Spy's hands and helped him down into the steaming water. "и вы очень ÑекÑуально, когда вы говорите на французÑком." He spoke in Russian and smirked as Spy adjusted to the hot water. He perched his cigarette on his lips and waded in to where the water was just at his chest level. Liam threw his shirt off and stepped in as well to get out of the cold night air. "Didn't expect you to still be out here Jack." He said with a bit of venom in his voice. "No? Well is fine now, Spy is here to take care of me and steal all my aces." He laughed as Spy splashed him. "I didn't cheat! I swear!" Spy laughed and shook his head. The water was slowly drenching his white dress shirt, and where it was wet was practically sheer as he moved about the jacuzzi. The jets were on and there was a nice blue light on at the bottom, that if he stood on it, was warm on his feet. "Ah, qui se sent bien." He mumbled and kept trying to stand on it, but the combination of looking into water, and his drunken stupor was getting him off balanced. Liam sat on one of the benches on the side of the jacuzzi, letting the jets massage his back as he watched the Spy dance about on top of the light. He couldn't help but smile as the man almost fell over and practically lost his precious cigarette. His entire shirt was soaked now and was clinging to his skin around his shoulders and chest. Apparently Jack noticed that too and hopped up from his seat to stand in the water beside the Spy. "Why keep mask on this whole time? Why not take it off and enjoy water?" His deep voice startled the Spy and he whipped around to look at Jack. "Ah, non. My mask is importante." He flexed his fingers into a gun shape and pointed it at Jack. "If I take eet off, I will have to keel you." He slurred in a mischievous tone before using his free hand to smoke more from his bummed cigarette. Liam waded over as well to join in on the conversation. "Aw c'mon Spy. Ain't like we aren't duzzled enough. Probably won't remember what you look like in the morning anyway." "Niet. I would remember. Spy is good ally. Would trust him over other Red spys." Jack crossed his arms and nodded. "Then I shall have to keel, BOTH of you." He made a gun with each of his hands and pointed at the two snipers in the jacuzzi. "Aw, that's not very nice." Derrick said as he hopped into the jacuzzi out of no where. "Now whaddya gonna do? You've run out of guns to point at us." He laughed as Spy was now surrounded by snipers, and could only point his 'guns' at two of them at a time. "Who's shooting who now?" Chester slid into the hot water and waded over. He shaped his hand into a gun and pointed it at the Spy. "Hands up and mask off zorro!" "Maybe he's hiding somethin' under it." Adrian suggested deviously as he practically jumped in to get out of the cold. Spy found himself cornered on all sides. "Merde." He huffed and crossed his arms. "Zhe mask stays." "Please?" Liam asked again as he lit another cigarette. Spy narrowed his eyes at the long-haired man. "You dragged me out here just so you could get my mask off, didn't you?" He poked the man in the chest in accusation. "Maaaybe..." Liam couldn't help but grin. "Putain." He shoved the man weakly. "Aw c'mon. Least you're not cold anymore though." Liam argued with the sullen Spy. "Spy is cold?" Jack asked as Spy reached over the lip of the jaccuzi to ash his cigarette. "Was. Not anymore." Spy answered as he waded past the snipers surrounding him and over to a seat on the side of the jacuzzi. He settled in and rested his head on the lip of the hot tub as the jets massaged his upper back. He smoked in content and watched as the Sniper's talked amongst themselves. "Anyone care to share what's going on here?" Chester waggled his eyebrows at Liam and Jack. "Shut it. No one asked for all you to butt in." Liam answered in a hushed tone. "Well you were the one who walked out carrying Spy in your arms." Derrick said slyly. "Couldn't resist." Adrian smirked as Liam was about to say something again. "Speaking of 'couldn't resist'...." Chester motioned over to Spy, where Jack was now sitting next to him, chatting and laughing again. Liam sighed and shook his head in defeat. "Do you mind?" Jack motioned to Spy's cigarette. "Oh, not at all." Spy offered his cigarette over and the sniper slid his hand over his own to grab the cigarette. "So, do your tattoos mean anything?" Spy pondered aloud. "Of course." Jack answered. "What does this one mean?" He pointed at the one in the center of his bare muscled chest; the grim reaper holding a lit candle in what looked like shadows around it. "Take off mask, and I will tell you." Jack smiled playfully. Spy crossed his arms again. "What's with everyone trying to get me to take my mask off?" He shook his head. "Not going to happen." "You ask personal things of me, is it not fair I get to see something personal to you?" Jack replied. Spy's eyes widened for a second before he realized what Jack was referring to. Good god that image made his cheeks flush slightly. Jack handed him back his cigarette and he placed it to his lips and inhaled thoughtfully. "You'd have to offer me more than some tattoo story to get me to take it off." Spy tapped his cigarette outside of the jacuzzi as he spoke. "How about I just print that picture I took of you on my phone from earlier and leave copies of it all around Red base?" Adrian sat on the bench and just grinned from ear to ear. Spy narrowed his eyes at him. "What picture?" "The one where you were bending over to pick up your grundies." He replied nonchalantly. "YOU WOULDN'T DARE." Spy threatened him. "Then take off your mask." The blonde looked at him with puppy eyes. Spy closed his eyes and sighed. He wasn't going to get out of this. "Fine...fine.." He said quietly as he hands reached for the bottom of his red balaclava, just underneath his chin. All the snipers huddled close and he had to close his eyes to keep himself from changing his mind. He didn't need nude pictures of his ass hanging around coldfront for everyone to see. He opened his eyes and slowly peeled the mask up, watching the expressions on the men's faces as he did so. When he finally got it off and set it beside him on the jacuzzi's edge, everyone seemed to be without words. His grey eyes scanned about the men around him, wondering what the hell was so fascinating about his facial features. Finally he couldn't take the silence anymore. "WHAT?" He asked defensively. "You look, sooooo French." Adrian laughed and nudged Derrick in the side. "You owe me. Pay up, he's got brown hair." "Mother fucker." Derrick shoved him. "Dammit, I could have swore it would have been blonde." Chester turned towards Derrick. Spy ran his hand through his short, messy brown hair and sighed. He was probably going to regret this, but his face still burned red from the alcohol, and he just hoped to god that everyone was drunker than he was. "Huh, never would I have guessed that you had facial hair underneath that mask." Liam noted Spy's lightly sprayed beard along his jawline. "Augh, I probably 'ave a stupid tan from that thing as well." Spy tried to look away, but there was someone on all sides of him besides behind. Instead of turning around, he just looked down into the water. "Is good look for you." Jack whispered close to his ear. He felt fingers cup his chin and his head followed the gentle movement of them up, to be at eye level with Jack. His grey eyes searched Jack's dark ones, looking for some kind of reason to why the sniper's fingers were cupping his chin. He saw it, that smolder of fire behind Jack's eyes, and the soft caress of the man's calloused thumb against his lip. Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips against the Spy's, gently and almost fleeting. It was when Spy pushed forward out of Jack's fingers that he felt Jack hug him closer. A small happy moan escaped his throat as he parted his lips and let Jack deepen the kiss.
Well if this isn't the best way to return home from Ireland! Thank God I'm alone, probably wearing the stupidest grin ever. I smell love triangle here. Poor Liam, his disappointment is contagious. Hopefully he won't let the Spy go without a fight. I was so excited about Jack/Spy but now I want Liam to have his fair share too... This is getting better and better, I'm dying to read the next part.
Okay, drunken Spy is just hilarious. I laughed aloud when I imagined him with his "guns". So, Spy is drunk in a jacuzzi with five drunk Snipers, kissing one of them. Now, I wonder where this could possibly lead us! (and yes, I also feel a little sorry for Liam)
i smell an orgy
Again, translations are probably wonky. Also, I love you guys. I didn't think anyone would care much for this fic. Honestly, I was a little intimidated by the more skilled writers on here, plus the notorious nature of this chan and super critics. Thanks for all the comments. Here's my gift to you... Spy ran his hand through Jack's damp hair and trailed it to the back of the sniper's neck as the kiss intensified. Jack's mouth was so hot and inviting, and as Jack stood up to press his body flush against the Spy's his skin was radiating heat, even with the hot water surrounding them. Jack slid his hands down the Spy's sides to rest on the man's hips and he smirked as the Spy jolted slightly as he did so. Meanwhile, everyone else in the jacuzzi had frozen in place at the sight of Spy and Jack making out just feet away from them. Chester looked wide-eyed at the scene, then over at Adrian and Derrick who seemed just as surprised. The only one who didn't seem surprised was Liam, who just looked livid as hell instead. "Mother fucker." Liam mumbled under his breath and crossed furiously across the jacuzzi toward the two. "Oh shit." Derrick followed Liam to stop him from clobbering the shit out of Jack and starting a fist fight. What he wasn't expecting was Liam to press his body against Spy's back and start kissing at his neck. Derrick stopped dead in his tracks and couldn't help but stare at the sandwich of people in front of him. Spy moaned into Jack's mouth and he pulled away to see who was behind him nibbling at his neck. As soon as he turned to look, Liam captured his lips with his own and sucked on his bottom lip before kissing the Spy deeply. Jack gave Liam a warning glare before kissing and nipping at the shell of Spy's ear. Spy felt two sets of hands roaming his torso and body now, and one of them was underneath his wet shirt, pulling it up and tracing lazy designs on his skin with light touches. Chester, Adrian, and Derrick were left watching the whole scene unfold in front of them. Derrick cringed as Spy let out another moan and tried not to stare at the three. His gaze fell on Adrian who was staring right back at him, his face now visibly tinged red in the dim light. Adrian grabbed Derrick by the arm and pulled him close to whisper in his ear. "This is making me so bloody hard right now. I can't take it." Adrian pleaded quietly into his ear. Derrick swallowed the lump in his throat as he was suddenly very aware of his own fluttering heartbeat. "What do you suggest?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Glancing back over at the scene, he guessed Chester just said 'balls to this' and was now over sucking at Spy's now exposed collarbone. Derrick bit his lip as Adrian's lips brushed his ear. "Fuck me." Adrian practically moaned into his ear. Derrick couldn't help but groan softly. Jack slowly undid the buttons to Spy's sheer dress shirt, and he slipped it off just as slowly, laving at his neck all the while. There were hands all over him now, touching him all over and GOD did it feel luxurious. Someone palmed him through his underwear and his hips bucked forward. He moaned and ground against Jack who growled in his ear as their erections brushed. "Inside." Jack growled huskily and dragged Spy out of the sandwich of people around him and over to the steps out of the jacuzzi. He promptly scooped up Spy in his arms and stepped out of the warm water and into the cold night air. "Oh god yes." Chester murmured as he followed Liam and Jack out of the water. Adrian pulled Derrick along with him as he followed the group as well. As Adrian stepped out of the hot tub Derrick could starkly see the outline of the blonde's heavy erection through his wet underwear. "Bloody hell..." Derrick mumbled as Adrian just shucked them off and grabbed a towel from one of the racks and dried himself off briskly. Derrick followed suit and grabbed a towel off the wall before Adrian started dragging him inside. "Hurry up yah git." The blonde said in a more pleading tone than a harsh one. Jack already had his boxers off and just tossed one of the towels over his shoulder before stepping inside with Spy still in his arms. "You are...making this very hard for me." Jack groaned as Spy kissed and sucked at the man's neck as he was carried through the penthouse. "C'est de ta faute d'avoir pris mon masque." Spy replied and sucked on Jack's earlobe, making him fumble on his feet. He cursed in Russian and quickened his pace towards the master bedroom. Liam and Chester followed inside, drying off briskly as they walked. "I can't believe I let that fucker make the first move on Spy..." Liam cursed as he hurried to catch up with Jack and Spy. Chester bit his lip as Liam walked ahead, his long wet hair was stark contrast against his naked ivory skin and he couldn't help but admire his perfectly firm ass. As soon as Jack got the door open to the bedroom, he set Spy on his feet and wrapped the towel around them, drying off both their bodies simultaneously. Spy watched as he kneeled down and ran the towel up and down his legs. He squirmed under Jack's touch as he traveled slowly up the Spy's thigh toward his groin. His wet boxer-briefs were cold against his hot erection, and he begged silently for Jack just to take them off. "s'il vous plaît." Spy begged when Jack stood back up. Jack smirked at him before pushing him backwards to land on the california king sized bed. The linens underneath him were soft and silky to the touch, and the mattress was like laying on a cloud. He couldn't help but admire the lavish decor as he spread himself out on the underneath the sniper's lustful gaze. Jack kneeled on the bed and draped his body over the Spy and kissed him again, sliding his tongue over the Spy's as his hand roamed over the lithe man's sides and chest. A loud smack and Jack flinched above him, and he pulled away and sat up quickly to see who the hell just slapped him across the ass. Liam was behind him with his arms crossed. Jack looked at him with an annoyed expression. "Что?" He asked sharply. "Share lad." He chided as he pushed Jack over and off of Spy. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Spy up into this arms and kissed and nibbled at Spy's neck. "Nggghh....qui se sent bien..." Spy groaned and melted into Liam's arms. Jack sat up and again glared at Liam, who gave him an equally venomous glare. Chester climbed onto the bed as well and kissed the Spy while Liam laved his way down to Spy's nipples. Spy arched into Liam's body as his nipples were teased over and over by Liam's skilled tongue. Adrian dragged Derrick into the bedroom, and the scene before him on the bed alone made his cock twitch with want. Adrian pulled him onto the bed and instantly they were kissing passionately. Adrian hiked his leg up to grind his thigh against Derrick's heavy erection. Derrick moaned into Adrian's warm mouth and sucked on the blonde's lip as he pulled away. Jack moved to press his chest to Spy's back and slid his hands down Spy's sides and hooked his fingers underneath the elastic of Spy's underwear. He slowly peeled them down and his cock sprang free from his cloth prison. "Ты такой ÑекÑуальный..." He growled in Russian against Spy's ear. "Я хочу ебать вы в Ñту кровать, пока Ð’Ñ‹ не можете ÑтоÑÑ‚ÑŒ больше не." Spy moaned softly as Jack's husky voice sent shivers down his spine and straight to his dick. Jack stroked him slowly and the Spy leaned back against him and gasped as he felt Jack's erection pressing against his back. It was hot like a brand against his back compared to the heat already radiating off the man's torso. He bucked into Jack's hand, cursing in french as he did. Derrick rolled over so Adrian was on top of him now, and the blonde rolled his hips to grind their erections together. "Bloody hell..." He groaned as the blonde just merely smirked. Adrian looked over at the group all focusing their attention on Spy. An idea popped inside his head to make this way more interesting than what the three around Spy were capable of thinking. He leaned down over Derrick and whispered in his ear. "Bet you I was the only one here who brought lube and toys with us." He giggled then continued. "Now don't get jealous, but they're in my satchel by the door. Be a dear and fetch it for me?" He gave Derrick puppy eyes when the man underneath him pouted. "Fine." Derrick huffed and sat up to kiss Adrian before standing and leaving the room. Adrian smirked and crawled over to the group next to him. He pulled Chester off of Spy's lips by gently tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling him away. Chester looked at him in question before Adrian kissed Chester fervently. Chester's eyes widened in surprise and everyone seemed to watch as Chester gave in to the blonde's will. He pulled away, satisfied that he had everyone's attention. "You all do realize that Spy won't last for all of you to fuck him." He announced and ran a single digit up the underside of Spy's erection. Spy panted and his eyes widened at what Adrian said. "Vous allez tous de me baiser?!" Spy let his head fall back against Jack's chest in defeat as Adrian replaced his finger with his tongue. "Nnnnggh.....oh mon dieu." Spy breathed sharply. "But I have a solution for that..." He licked his lips and looked to the door as Derrick walked back into the room, carrying his satchel.
I love you, too! And why were you so nervous? Your idea is original and the atmosphere in this story is something you don't see every day on TF2chan. It's refreshing, actually. The characters are fun and the way they interact with each other is like any average bunch of men. P.S. You're so damn cruel for stopping here! Now I'll be destined to check this place every two hours.
...I'll be in my bunk. And stay there for a while. A long while. Don't mind me, please, continue.
I'm just going to say this again. 5 SNIPERS and a Spy. This is like a normal tf2 team, so I'm just loving the concept, let alone the porn.
So this has a few more parts to it, but I'm still in the process of writing them. The next update for this might not be until next week, but do not fear! I DO plan to see this fic to the end, so please stay tuned. Adrian motioned for Derrick to come over by crooking his index finger at him. Derrick obeyed and as he approached, Adrian swiveled around and wrapped his legs around the brown-haired man and took the satchel from his grasp. He rummaged through it quickly, tossing Jack bottles of lube and massage oil. He also revealed an expensive leather collar from its contents and without him even saying anything, Derrick leaned forward and let Adrian buckle it around his neck. He hooked his finger through the D-ring of the collar and pulled Derrick closer. "Good boy. Now obey and do what I say. Savvy?" The blonde whispered into Derrick's ear. "Yes." Derrick murmured back. "If you cum before I do, then you will be punished, understand?" "Yes." Derrick answered again and dipped his head once as Adrian released his grasp on his collar. Adrian then unhooked his legs from around Derrick and dismissed him. He turned his attention back to the group who all seemed mesmerized by what just took place between Adrian and Derrick. "Now for Spy's toys." He smirked as he dug in his satchel once again. He laid down on the bed and rested his head on the inside of one of Spy's open thighs. He could feel Derrick's hands sliding over his back and down to his ass, and he promptly gestured for him to stop. "Pet, take care of Liam and Chester while I work please." He commanded without looking up. Derrick murmured a 'yes master' before sliding onto the bed and crawling over to be in between Chester and Liam. "Are you serious?" Liam asked incredulously as Derrick kissed and laved at the long-haired man's neck. "Look, just enjoy yourself or I don't get laid tonight, ok?" Derrick whispered harshly into his ear before nipping the shell of it. Chester didn't seem to have a complaint and was running his hands over the man's torso with his chest flush to Derrick's back. "God damn that whole show was fucking sexy." Chester murmured just loud enough for Derrick to hear. "Just don't get any ideas ok?" Derrick's voice turned into a plea as Liam felt him up and palmed over his erection. Spy watched Adrian, unsure of what the blonde had planned for him. Jack started kissing and biting the sensitive skin just under his ear, and he couldn't help but squirm and let out breathy moans. Adrian carefully maneuvered a cockring down Spy's shaft and held him down as he tried to buck his hips forward at the sensation. The blonde then proceeded to lick and suck at the Spy's dick, laving his tongue around the head. He teased the sensitive nerves just under the head with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Spy was writhing underneath him, begging in french for him to stop teasing him. Adrian obliged Spy's heated pleas and sucked the first couple of inches into his mouth before slowly moving down to take more into his mouth. He bobbed his once, twice, then pulled away with a string of saliva still attached to his bottom lip. It snapped when he licked his lips and looked up to Spy's flushed face. Spy thought he was going to go crazy with all this teasing and touching, and his head was spinning from the sensations. Adrian's mouth left him begging for someone to just hurry up and fuck him already. Adrian moved his hands up then back down Spy's hips to his thighs, then slid them up towards his crotch, leaving the Spy whimpering for more. He sat up and looked at Jack. "Should give him what he wants." The blonde smirked then looked over to find his pet. "Oh god..." Derrick breathed as Chester pushed a slick digit inside him. He leaned heavily against Liam who was stroking both his and Derrick's cocks together in one hand. He kissed Liam deeply, tangling his fingers in the man's long dark hair and pulling him close. Chester kept fingering Derrick, using his own pre-cum to slick a second digit up and sliding both of them into Derrick at the same time, stretching him and making Derrick groan into Liam's mouth. Chester leaned forward and kissed Derrick's back as he pumped his fingers in and out of Derrick's tight ass. Adrian crawled over and nudged Liam on the shoulder. "Mind if I take over here?" He asked sweetly. Liam looked back over at Spy and nodded, shoving Derrick off him rather rudely before scooting over to be in Spy's grasp again. Derrick fell onto his hands and knees, and his fingers immediately grasped the soft blanket desperately as he was fingered roughly. Chester trailed his free hand over Derrick's back, leaning down and kissing each vertebrae of Derrick's spine as he did. He slid his fingers against Derrick's sweet spot, and the man underneath him groaned in reply. He slowly massaged that spot with the tips of his fingers, relishing in the way Derrick's body shivered under his grasp. Derrick closed his eyes as his arms shook with strain, then he finally gave up and rested his head down sideways on the bed instead, his hands still clutching the comforter tightly. Adrian watched, amused that Chester was so carefree with who he fucked. Everyone else here seemed to have an agenda except him. He scanned the large bed for his satchel, and quickly snatched it up when he spotted it. He retrieved another bottle of lube from it; Derrick's favorite one. He sat in front of Derrick, then handed the bottle over to Chester. He just smiled and shrugged when Chester looked at him inquisitively. "Take care of my pet alright?" Derrick lifted his head a bit and whined when Chester removed his fingers from his ass. Adrian hooked a leather leash onto Derrick's collar and pulled him up by it. Derrick lifted his head and looked up at Adrian, his eyes full of wanton lust and his face was flushed red. Adrian spread his legs and pulled Derrick closer to his lap, and the man complied without hesitation. "Suck." Adrian commanded as Derrick's drunken and lustful gaze gave him shivers up his spine. God he was beautiful like this, undone and abused just a little... Derrick's eyes flicked down to Adrian's erection and he licked his lips absent mindedly. He leaned forward more and licked the underside of his shaft ever so softly, just savoring the taste of his lover for the time being. He swirled his tongue over the tip, earning a heated moan from Adrian lips as he did. He wrapped his lips around the head, slowly sucking and taking more of the blonde's hardness into his mouth. Chester uncapped the bottle of lube, smirking as he read the label on it. 'Cookies and creme' flavored? He just shook his head, then dribbled some of the slick liquid right onto his dick. He handed the bottle back to Adrian as he smoothed the liquid over his member with his free hand, murmuring a curse as he did. He watched as Derrick went down on Adrian's dick, sucking and licking messily at the sensitive flesh. God did that sight turn him on to no end. He grabbed Derrick by his hips and lined himself up with Derrick's entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, groaning as his cock was enveloped in tight, hot heat. Derrick winced and closed his eyes as Chester's hard dick penetrated him, stretching him wide and filling him up. He groaned deep in his throat, still bobbing his head on Adrian's erection. Adrian let out gasp and moaned erotically as the vibrations from Derrick's mouth made his back arch blissfully. He grabbed Derrick by his dark brown hair and yanked gently on it. "Oh baby..." Chester groaned as he slid all the way in, his eyes closing as waves of heat rolled over him. He pulled out slowly till his dick was almost out, then slammed back in. Derrick moaned again and grasped Adrian's thigh hard enough to leave bruises. Jack slowly stroked Spy's straining erection, kissing his cheek and murmuring in Russian as he poured lube onto his fingers over Spy's abdomen. Spy watched and bit his lip in anticipation for what was to come next. He couldn't see the man behind him, but just feeling that hot erection against his back he could only guess that Jack was just as hard as he was. God did he want the man to just take him and fuck him into oblivion. Jack's slick fingers slid down Spy's shaft, gradually going down until his fingers were resting against Spy's entrance. He squirmed as the tip of one of Jack's digits pressed against him, and he tangled his fingers in the comforter for what was to come. "MMNHH!" Spy groaned as Jack's finger pushed into him. He watched as Jack's finger slid deep into him, wincing at the strange feeling of it all. Jack moved slowly, not wanting to hurt the Spy in anyway, and crooked his finger ever so slightly to find that wonderful spot of nerves that he'd know would send Spy into a fit of ecstasy. He gently added another finger, kissing the Spy when the man in his arms whined from the stretch. Jack pumped his fingers in and out of the Spy, going just fast enough to be stimulating, but not enough to hurt the Spy. Spy let out another groan, but this time rolled his hips down to take more of Jack's fingers into him. Jack complied, pushing his fingers deeper and ghosting his fingertips over that sweet spot inside of Spy. Spy gasped and moaned as he turned his head to the side, his eyes closing as a wave of euphoria flooded over his senses and left him feeling overly warm all over. Liam joined the group and sat in front of the Spy and watched with a jealous glare as Jack prepared the man gently. He snatched the bottle of lube that was sitting next to Jack and liberally coated his fingers and cock with the substance. Jack was too enthralled with Spy's body to notice what Liam was about to do. Without warning, Liam yanked Jack's hand away and pulled Spy closer to him by his hips, now sandwiching the Spy between himself and Jack. Jack opened his mouth to protest but cursed venomously in Russian as Liam just slid himself into the Spy rather harshly. Spy cried out, not expecting the other man to just come over and start fucking him. His hands grabbed at Liam's shoulders, trying to slow his decent onto the man's cock. His back arched as Liam pushed himself all the way in, burying himself to the hilt. Jack grabbed Liam by his thick, long dark hair, and pulled him up so they were face to face. "Big mistake." He growled and recoiled his hand into a fist and flexed as he readied to punch the fucker right in the face. Spy moaned between the two and rolled his hips to get Liam to start moving, unaware of the quarrel above him manifesting. His eyes were closed in concentration, and his arms snaked up and behind himself to wrap around Jack's neck. "...s'il vous plaît...nnggh..plus.." Spy begged in a sultry voice. Jack and Liam both stopped what they were doing and looked down at the Spy. Liam glanced back to Jack, a smug grin now plastered on his face. Jack lowered his fist and narrowed his eyes at the other Sniper. "Hurt him, and I will end you." Jack growled and let go of the man's hair. "I'll be gentle...enough." Liam murmured before he rolled his hips against Spy, relishing in that needy moan Spy gave him in return. Spy opened his eyes to see two pairs of hands on him, one was grasping his hip hard while another was stroking his side. Jack's hands moved up and down the Spy's torso, and he watched as they both slid up to tweak and worry his nipples. Spy gasped at the sensation, arching his torso into those hands, chasing the fiction that Jack's calloused hands caused as they moved over his smooth skin. Derrick pulled away from Adrian's cock to breath and moaned lewdly as Chester rammed into him over and over and over again. Every now and again Chester would push that button inside him, making his toes curl and his fingers twitch. Sparks of pure euphoria jolted up his spine and down to his achingly hard cock. He rested his head down on one of Adrian's thighs and gasped as Chester changed his angle, thrusting in much deeper than he was before. God it felt amazing, Chester was just going to town on him, holding nothing back. The man draped his body over his back and started nibbling and sucking on his neck. Oh god that felt good, his body convulsed and he pushed back against Chester's hard thrusts, meeting each one to chase that delicious friction. Chester cursed in his ear and reached around Derrick's body to stroke his weeping cock. He got as far as spreading the precum dribbling from the tip down his shaft before Derrick slapped his hand away from his dick. "I can't...not yet..." Derrick said between pants for air. God he was so close too, just a few more strokes and he would be through, but still he held out. He wanted to fuck Adrian. If he could hold out, then Adrian would reward him with that. Chester groaned deeply and thrust hard into the man, obviously turned on by Derrick's commitment to be the blonde's earlier threat. He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up into a sitting position on his dick, then kissed him fervently, moaning as he could taste Adrian's spunk on Derrick's tongue still. He came hard inside of Derrick, groaning out the man's name as he did. He leaned against Derrick for support as his orgasm came crashing over him, leaving him feeling blissful and lightheaded. Derrick and him toppled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Chester held Derrick close and nuzzled his face in Derrick's messy hair as they both panted hard. Eventually he pulled out and rolled away from him, his body glistening from sweat and exertion in the dim lights of the room. Derrick whined and ground himself against the bed covers, feeling an overwhelming need to release his withheld orgasm. Adrian tsk'd at him before pulling the leash on his collar to get him to stop. The blonde handed Derrick the bottle of lube Chester was using and smirked as Derrick's eyes lit up. "You've been good this evening, I guess you do deserve a treat..."
The bondage part is still coming, right? And good lord am I horny right now... This is glorious and I simply love the battle between Jack and Liam and how the Spy has no clue about it. I'm not sure if I'll still be alive for the next update, I'm addicted to this fic. I'll try to manage anyway. Thank you for this update, looking forward to read more as soon as you can manage to post the next part.
Liam and Jack are the greatest, I love the cat fight between them. I wouldn't mind if the rest of the story was just the two of them trying to steal Spy for themselves. And hot damn, Derrick would make an excellent dog on my back yard. Gotta love slave stuff.
Oh my god. MORE. This is everything anyone could be looking for in a fic except its like absolutely amazing-er and I think I'm dying of joy.
I'm dying of disappointment over here! I thought this was an update! Would you kindly sage next time to this thread won't bump on top of the list again, please??
Pleeeeeease don't let this die! I need it so badly, please tell us you're still alive!
Hi again. Sorry this is like...waaaaaay late, but better late than never eh? No really, I'm sorry. Here's a new desktop background for you guys for lack of an update. [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/362/d/2/good_boy_by_randomination-d6ztd6l.png]CLICK_4_PRESENT[/url] "Nnnng...Oh.. Liam!" Spy murmured before biting his lip as Liam rolled into him at a steady pace with long, languid strokes. He rolled his hips in time with each thrust, chasing that bit of friction as Liam slid all the way in. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on Liam's constant rhythm, moaning softly with each movement of their bodies. Lips ghosted over the shell of his ear followed by a low husky whisper of Russian accent. Teeth gently nipped and sucked there, making his breath hitch and his body shiver with goosebumps. Spy turned his head and caught those lips with his own, groaning into Jack's mouth as he tangled his fingers in the Russian's hair. Jack cupped the Spy's chin with his fingers as his tongue dominated the man's mouth. He ran his other hand slowly down Spy's sweaty body and massaged his fingers over Spy's hard length. He grasped Spy and pumped him fully, all the while drowning out Spy's needy moans with his mouth. Liam watched, almost hypnotized by the show before him. Spy could be so damn sexy, even in the arms of his rival. He grit his teeth and picked up his pace, grasping Spy's hips and hefting him up just a bit to change their angle. He thrust hard, smirking as the sudden change made Spy cry out in pleasure and pull away from Jack's kiss. He leaned forward and laved his tongue across Spy's exposed neck and lapped up the beads of sweat that clung to Spy's porcelain skin. He licked his lips before grazing his teeth over the crook of Spy's neck. Spy hissed and grabbed the back of Liam's head as the man bit his neck rather roughly. He groaned as the long-haired man kissed and sucked the sensitive skin there, leaving dark marks all over. He loved that tingling sensation that lingered from the bite with Liam's saliva cooling against his neck. He wanted more. He wrapped his arms around Liam's neck and kissed him fervently, groaning as the man sucked on nipped his lips with each pass of tongue. Jack's hands were sandwiched between them, feebly trying to pull Spy back onto the Russian's chest. Jack frowned as Liam and Spy continued kissing. Then, without warning Spy was flung back onto him as Liam pounded Spy in a fury of passion. A groan escaped his throat as Liam's rough thrusts caused Spy's entire body to rock slickly against his dick. He couldn't help but buck and move his hips in time with Liam's movements. He leaned forward again and kissed Spy on the lips. His hands, now free to roam again, were fisting Spy's cock and tweaking his nipples with renewed vigor. Chester blinked lazily as he watched Liam and Jack battle for dominance over the Spy pinned between both of their sweaty bodies. Jesus, just following their movements was making him horny all over again. He ran his fingers through his sweaty orange hair and bit his lip as Jack groaned in his deep sultry voice. He noticed Liam started to slow down again after several moments of rough, passionate thrusts. Drawing things out was he? Man was Liam such a hog... He sat up and crawled over to lean his chest against Liam's back. He sucked hard on the man's neck, making him jump and let out a sudden moan. "What the fuck Chester?!" Liam tried to stop and knock the red-head off of him. Chester wrapped his arms around Liam's torso and teased the man's nipples without pausing to refute. "God damnit Chester...Stop! Get off!" Liam squirmed and bucked in his grasp, all the while still thrusting into Spy. "Nuu..." Chester whispered against Liam's ear before sucking on his earlobe. He ground his hardening erection against Liam's ass and smirked when Liam moaned rather loudly. "Stop...Jesus.." Liam ground hard against Spy as he quickly lost his cool. "Cum for me." Chester said huskily as he leaned harder against Liam. He trailed his lips down from Liam's earlobe to his neck and bit him. Hard. "AH! FUCK!" Liam cried out and slammed hard into Spy again. Chester moved to Liam's other shoulder and laved and kissed at his skin. He could feel Liam anticipating the next bite, shivering underneath him, waiting. He grabbed a fist full of the Sniper's long dark hair at the root and pulled as he sank his teeth into Liam's fevered skin. Liam practically screamed as his body tensed and bucked, his climax rushing over him. He leaned back into Chester's warm body as he came, his dick slipped out of Spy and he cummed all over himself and Spy. Spy watched the two above him and winced when Liam kept slamming into him erratically. He whined as Liam slipped out of him, leaving him feeling empty and, jesus, so fucking hard. "Adrian..." Derrick moaned as the blonde hauled him up to eye level by the leather leash attached to his collar. Adrian kissed him deeply, nipping and sucking on Derrick's tongue as he ran his hands all over his pet's body. Adrian leaned back and they both toppled over together. He wrapped his legs around Derrick's waist and ground his aching hardness against his pet's own manhood. "You gonna lick me all over? Make me cry out your name?" Adrian asked breathlessly. Derrick swallowed hard. "Yes Master." "Show me you're a good boy." Adrian said huskily before yanking on the leash harshly to kiss Derrick again. Derrick was the one to suck on Adrian's bottom lip as they parted this time, and he sat up quickly to grab the almost forgotten lube that he set aside earlier. Adrian rolled over and got on his knees, waiting for his pet to do as he commanded. Derrick raked his eyes over Adrian's ass. Jesus he was so damn hard right now, and the cum dripping down the inside of his thigh didn't help in the slightest. He opened the bottle of lube quickly, and poured a generous amount right onto Adrian's ass. The blonde flinched as the cold liquid dripped down over his opening and down his thighs. He smiled as he bit his lip and closed his eyes. God this was one of his favorite things he loved to do in bed with Derrick. He quivered with anticipation as he felt Derrick's hands stroke his back and outer thighs. Derrick licked a long line of creme-flavored drizzle from Adrian's lower thigh, and followed it all the way up to the top of Adrian's ass. He paused to lick his lips and enjoy that sweet taste. He switched to the other thigh and swathed another long line over and up Adrian's smooth skin. He swirled his tongue and lapped over every sweet, sugary inch of Adrian's skin. He licked his lips and sighed as Adrian murmured quietly for him to get on with it. He spread Adrian open and swathed his tongue slowly over Adrian's entrance, earning heated moans from the blonde underneath him. He swirled his tongue all over Adrian's opening, teasing the blonde for letting him go this long without some sort of reward. He slid just the tip of his tongue into Adrian and he bucked against him in response. He retracted his tongue, then pushed it back in deeper this time. He flattened his tongue and wriggled it wildly inside Adrian's tight flesh. Adrian groaned and panted as he gripped the comforter underneath him. "ah...Deeerrrrick..." He moaned out as Derrick pulled away to lick a long line from his perineum, and back up to his entrance again. He plunged his tongue in again, this time all the way in until his lips were flush against Adrian's skin. He could feel Adrian shaking underneath him as he flattened his tongue again. He pulled completely away and licked his lips as he squeezed one of Adrian's firm ass cheeks. "Master?" Derrick bit his lip as his fingers trailed over Adrian's skin. "Nnng fuck me Derrick..." Adrian moaned in reply. He reached back and grabbed Derrick's hand to place it on his hip. "As you wish." Derrick poured up more lube onto his hard cock and pumped himself once to spread the creamy substance over his skin. He lined himself up and slowly pushed in, relishing in the hot, wet heat of Adrian's ass. God it had been way too long. He leaned over Adrian's back and kissed at the blonde's neck as he slid in balls deep. He couldn't help but relish every little breathy moan rolling off of Adrian's lips.
...also BBCODE hates me on this site.
I was so prepared to yell at someone for bumping this thread so you can only imagine the look on my face when I realized this was a real update. Finally! I've been waiting for this for so long, I had already given up hope already. This was hot as hell and now Jack can finally fuck that spook. I shall stay tuned.
The damn snipers are back. Cannot say I mind that. Had some trouble checking this place before, apparently God doesn't want me to read smoking hot gay porn. Anyway, here I am and I have enjoyed my stay very much. I wish this fic would never end.