1 . Name: Not A Spy @ 2015-01-08 01:34

So, eighty years ago, or six, or whatever, I wrote In My Sights in response to a request, I think. And I was asked to write Sniper's POV, and I was sure I put it here, but I couldn't find it, so if anyone wants it, here it is. IMS and Engie POV is with it in the afic archives. Hope you enjoy.


In My Sights (Sniper POV)

It was dusty in the air ducts. I wonder if the Spy was used to this. I couldn't help but think of how the storms used to settle a blanket of dust over the houses in old 'down-under' towns. I looked over my Kukri, unusually distracted. It wasn't the plan; that was the easy part, but something kept bugging me. Maybe it was the plan. It wasn't right, but I bet it would be fun. Not much left between right and wrong out here anymore. Everybody's mission objective was make sure you kill everyone else before they kill you.

I sat up from hunching back against the duct wall, a tapping noise and a beep making me flinch. Took the wanker long enough. I was beginning to think this wasn't turning out, but he didn't disappoint. Our Pyro came prowling around the corner, or, someone who looked like our Pyro, but I knew our flamethrower was busy cooking, despite the alarms not sounding yet.

I waited for the metal box to come out before I jumped down out of the open vent, landing on top of the Spy. He let out an expected grunt as I kneed him into the floor and kneeled down over his lower back. He reached for his balisong, but I took his hand, snorting out a laugh. "Hey there, wanker. You feeling lucky tonight or did ya take a blow to the head?"

He started thrashing after my comment, but I was ready for the struggle and put my steel to his neck. I palmed his forehead and pulled his head back to make the point clearer. "Nah don't struggle. I need that pretty neck of yours," I chuckled, bowing his body back until he started complying. "To your knees." He obeyed quite nicely and I walked him past the decoy sentry, a small grin finding me as we walked. He smelled like a good catch. The faint trace of tobacco, Jasmine cologne, and adrenaline filling my nostrils as we walked.

I could feel my trousers getting tighter as we walked deeper in. His almost undetectable trembling and heavy heartbeat blending with the smell of prey and invigorating the predatory instinct I had been suppressing. It was almost too good to be true.

Several minutes later, in the heart of the base, I stopped at the door Engi said he would be behind. I shoved the Spy through, but no Engineer. I was going to be angrier than a snake in dad's boots if he had abandoned me to this. I just played it up as I could, patting the still dry kukri in my hand, trying to intimidate him with a wicked smile.

"T'at's it? You're going to t'row me in a room with you and not even bot'er to disarm me?" He sneered, in that pompous, Northern way he did, reaching for his revolver; a wave of relief rushed over me when Engineer came out from behind the crates and grabbed the gun away from him. A fire sparked in his eyes and I grinned to him as he turned around, staring the Engineer down with a tenseness a dog would bark at.

" 'ey there, partner," Engineer smiled, unloading the revolver and stuffing the bullets into his pocket. I watched the subtle change in Spy's hand and reached for his balisong, right before he did. I managed to swipe it away from him in time, but not without a bit of a struggle.

He turned after his weapon and jumped back a bit, but I remedied that in stepping up against him, grinding against him slightly. He was a handsome man to begin with, but seeing the terror in his eyes, and only seeing his eyes and his drying lips as he tried to hydrate them with that elegant tongue...just, damn. Nearly made me sick.

I find that I have a tendency to talk to people when I'm trying to resist the urge to throw them over a table and fuck them to the floor. Maybe I'm just nervous, but I coherently taunted him with, "So, love, what are you going to do without this?" I waved the knife in front of him and then slipped it into my front pocket. His eyes blazed through the cracks that had preciously been chiseled in, and he stepped back. Just so into the Engineer waiting behind him who grabbed ahold of his hips and started unfastening his belt.

I had to pull my collar loose for a moment, the heat choking me for a moment. Something about how his lithe body squirmed that just made my blood rush. And that oblong lump in trousers--it just begged for more. I stepped forward as he turned to discipline the Engineer's roving hands. I took my opportunity to caress his neck, holding myself back. Gently now... patience.

"So... t'is is w'at you are going to do?" He sneered; a nearly transparent veil of bravery. His right hand pushed back against my lower abdomen and I shuddered. I assumed he was trying to keep me away, but that stubborn fear in his hand just egged me on. "You're going to psyc'ologically torture me?"

"Somethin' like that," Engineer growled, giving me a quick look over Spy's shoulder. He could tell I couldn't wait much longer, and I don't think he could either. His fingers started to pop the buttons of Spy's coat open while I took a deep breath.

"Yah, you see we've been getting a bit more irritated with your behavior as of late. And we thought we might try another type of warfare. Fight's not over for today. You should have come here after hours, mate," I murmured to him, lifted up the edge of his balaclava and kissing his neck. My hands wandered down to his waistline and pulled his pristine shirt out from under his pants, hands running up his stomach. His skin was velvety smooth, hot and nervous, and perfect; ripples of quivering muscle like a rock skipping over water.

I felt his body grow tight and apprehended his struggles before they proved fatal for me and my accomplice. The Engineer reached for his hips, trying to unfasten more of his clothing as he protested in, what I assumed, were French obscenities. He twisted his wrists around in my grasp, so I pulled him closer and bit his neck, making him still for a moment.

Engineer had been able to unfasten his pants despite his protests, as superficial as they were, and pull out his already hard prick. I think it made me giggle a bit on the inside. The asshole actually liked it--actually, really like it. Some depraved fantasy of his maybe; suited my needs. Made me feel less like a complete psychopath if he enjoyed himself, so why not.

He calmed more and more and my partner tending to his needs, and I couldn't help but whisper, "That's a brumby." He definitely acted enough like one, and to calm either one seemed short of a miracle. I slowly released his wrists as he leaned back against me, which was stupid in hindsight.

There was a flash of blue before his lambskin glove was nearly one-hitting me. I staggered backwards and saw him lunge for me, or rather, saw almost two of him lunge at me. Damn if he didn't have one hell of a left hook. The next thing I knew I was on the floor, his hand roving my pants pocket... where I had put his knife.

That brought me to my wits like a shot. I grabbed his wrist and rolled him over, my other hand holding him down by the neck as I reached for my favorite negotiator. "We were gonna be nice about it, love," I grinned, his warped reflection in the polished steel changing intention. I grabbed ahold of his tie and pulled him up off of the floor, my knife keeping him really still as it threatened to emasculate him.

The flat of the blade slid along his pristine, terrified flesh and I couldn't help but smile more. "You gonna behave, spunk?" His eyes narrowed and I finally chuckled as he let out a slight growl. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." I tilted my head of condescendingly at him and tossed him over to Engineer, who, from the looks of it, was enjoying the show, but was happy to have him back.

"Don't worry, boy. We'll treat ya right," he chuckled in that drawl he had. The Spy squirmed and I just watching for a moment. Engineer always had a much gentle touch than I did, which meant he was always more convincing in anything he did. "Come on now... don't act like you don't want it," he whispered to him, the BLU almost stepping towards him, but hesitating.

I held my Kukri up and he backed into it, stopping immediately. I stepped closer and grabbed his hip as I drew the blade lightly up his back, over his shoulder and around to his neck. My other hand glided around to his stomach, which was perfectly carved and perfectly exposed. I shivered slightly, fingertips tracing the vaults in his muscle up to his chest and teasing him gently; I didn't think I could take much more of this horsing around, especially not with Engineer stroking him back into stiffness.

I felt him lean back into me again, and I tensed, fearing for my face. Could anyone blame me? But it was genuine this time, or so it seemed. You know Spies. He heaved a heavy breath, laced with a couple of hitches as he fell further into our trap, and I knew he was ours. The mere satisfaction was enough to get me off for weeks, but nothing as good as this would be.

I hurried and reached for his pants, becoming a bit clumsy in the process and cutting him slightly; his body let me know. I silently apologized by returning to my place; no point in hurting him if he's going to cooperate so beautifully.

I took the tube of lubricant from Engineer, who was more involved in keeping the Spy happy; southern comfort and all, I guess. My hand shook and I smeared some onto it and couldn't wait for that sticky-warm tightness that I knew awaited. I pressed an index finger into the Spy and heard him bite back a noise or two; a futile effort to retain some dignity. Spies. I moved around in him a bit, Engineer grinning as I did so. Another finger and a deeper push and that oh-so-satisfying moan came bleeding out of that pretty mouth, and I couldn't help but hum in satisfaction.

I brushed my fingers over that slowly swelling spot again a few times before pulling out of him and withdrawing myself from those god-awefully tight jeans. I slicked up my twitching cock and pressed it to the tender and nervous flesh beneath. He muttered a lying protest, just as I pushed into him, sliding in as far as I could. I shuddered at the sensation, the urge to put him into something testing my patience, the broken pleas spilling from his lips not helping.

I felt the Spy pull forward and let him, the journey back just as exhilarating, and moreover as I began to slowly thrust into him. A vocal gasp left him, his body tightening and shuddering around me, forcing a grin onto my face again. A pretty sight indeed; I can't imagine what Engineer has to look at. That hot mouth with those delicate lips parted and heavy, chest heaving.

"Ah-h... god," I panted, pushing the Spy against the Engineer as I thrust harder, the Spy's knees shaking beneath us. He moaned again, deep and long, and it was music to me. Everything was perfect. My thumb folded the edge of his coat up as my fingers curled around his hip, revealing that perfect, porcelain ass as I laid into it, sputtering nonsense claiming his tongue until orgasm silenced him.

I slowed as he shook, lengthening each push and pull; I didn't want to kill him. I dropped my Kukri, a nearly treacherous act to such a faithful weapon, but it needed to be spared. My hand found his other hip, fingers digging in to that taut skin.

"S'il vous plaît! No more," he panted between breaths. It sounded so insincere, I just had to tease him.

"Aw... Lovey... don't tell me you aren't havin' fun," I purred as something completely devious came over me. I slid my hand back up his body and to his balaclava, fidgeting with the edge to get a good grip before pulling it off. His body tightened again, a stray hand grabbing for it as those golden-brown locks fell, wet and tousled. I dropped it and grabbed his hand and thrust into him harder, soon dropping his obedient hand to thread my fingers through that gorgeous mane of his. Some men get it all.

I tightened my fingers and tipped his head back. "Not really fair to keep all of that pretty under that mask." He winced as my eyes scoured his face, his features strong and very northern, those sea-green eyes flickering at me every other moment, a rare glimpse into his soul. They were something I grew to know as death, but without that mask ruining the rest of him, they were a fond memory of home, a mirror of anger and lust, a vendetta slowly writing itself.

Engineer's small noises of approaching climax broke me from the trance, my own loins starting to spasm. "Come for me again, love. Just once more, that's all I ask," I breathed against him, licking at his neck. He seemed to take to it well as he trembled again, some of the white ribbons entering my field of view over his shoulder. And that was enough for me as I spilled deep into him, heavy and long. I let out a labored breath and pushed into him once more for good measure. My fingers couldn't help but touch those soft tendrils again on the way to catching him, which I did in time.

He fell back against me completely and my other arm had to grab his waist before he made uncomfortable friends with the stone floor. I then felt a slight pull at my pocket before Engineer apprehended it. "Still fighting? That's quite a stamina you've got," he chuckled, dropping the Spy's hand.

I let out another sigh and enjoyed the mere seconds of mutual agreement while they lasted, but a man can only stand his own weight after something like that. "Do you mind hurrying it up? He's a bit 'eavy," I said, making note of Engineer seeming to linger in the same fashion, but he wasn't holding someone.

The Spy got himself up from me and took out his own cloth, cleaning himself off surprisingly nonchalantly. Spies. Though, as he started to re-button his shirt, he didn't keep on his feet to well, which made us still standing give a good snort and giggle. "Wasn't all that bad, was it?"

"By the looks of it, you seemed to have quite a good time," Engineer chimed in.

He gave us a look that could kill, and it may have well been a death sentence. Pretty much affirmed it when he disappeared, but neither of us seemed too worried at the time. We just packed ourselves and left, and then we had something to laugh with each other about for a while.

I kind of hope he comes back.