1 . Name: snipyrital @ 2015-03-03 20:43

RED Sniper is having problems with his relationship with RED Spy - and then what do you know, BLU Spy arrives to the stage.

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Greetings everyone! I've been thinking about writing a Sniper/Spy fan fiction for a long time and now I've finally decided to do so! There might be some typos, I'm sorry about that (English ain't my mother language). Enjoy!

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It was quiet. The battle had come to an end. Once again RED team had taken its victory and send every single member of the enemy team back to the BLU’s base (by killing them). The winner team had turned back to their own base to celebrate their victory – but no-one seemed to notice that a few members were missing.

In the highest floor of a little wooden tower two silhouettes slowly melt together when Sniper pressed his warm dry lips against the Spy’s. The Australian pressed the shorter man against the wall by his body and slid both of his hands on his partner’s chest to unbutton his shirt. Spy’s suit jacket had already taken care of and the clothing was lying on the floor – keeping company to the taller man’s hat and sleeve. Sniper kissed his way down to his partner’s neck receiving a low moan as a response.

“Attendre... mon ami”, Spy mumbled. The taller man stopped his doings and let a growl escape from his lips. Sniper didn’t speak French that well, but this repartee was way too familiar for him. He leaned back separating him and Spy and starter the shorter man deep into his eyes, “What is it now, spook? Did you change your mind again?”. The Frenchman frowned and let out a long tired sigh, “Oui”, he repeated shortly, pushed the bushman aside and took his suit jacket from the floor. Sniper sighed as well and crossed his arms with an unpleased face, “Y’now – if my kisses are that bad you can tell me”. Spy gave a small humph to his partner’s comment and put his jacket on.

“I’m just not on the mood”.

“I can get you on the mood if that’s what this is all about”, Sniper mumbled. He had been patient. He had been patient the whole day – sniping down his enemies and cutting them into pieces. He knew that if he’d do some good work he’d have his little reward after the battle like always. Usually after a winning match the Aussie met up with the Frenchman somewhere where they ... well ... had sex. But lately Spy had been just passing by or something. He came as he promised but he didn’t stay for long. Just gave a couple of kisses and left. It was frustrating – especially when Sniper felt an urge to go the whole way really badly.

“There’s nothing wrong with your kisses, mon amour”, Spy replied and lighted his smoke, “I’m just not on the mood”. Sniper rolled his eyes, “Ye do understand that ye’ve been saying that like... what... two months for now?”. The Aussie stepped behind the Frenchman and slowly wrapped his arms around the smaller man – pulling him into a warm hug, “Jerking off ain’t the same than doing it with you”, Sniper mumbled and pressed his face against his partner’s shoulder. Spy glanced over his shoulder and gave Sniper a conventional look, “The answer is no”.

* * * * *

Sniper closed his van’s door behind him, threw his hat away and slump down to his bed. He took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. It had been a rough day and he felt like he was able to fall asleep right away when the back of his head touched the pillow. The Australian closed his eyes and sighed. Once again he was alone in his dark messy van. About a half a year ago he was fine with it – spending his time around this place all alone, minding his own business. On the battle field he got always pissed off when Soldier pointed him with an unpleased finger and yelled about how the Aussie could make himself more useful for the team. But Sniper didn’t really care about the American’s comments. He was used to it, plus sniping down enemies from his hiding places were the job he had been hired for. He was good at it. Damn right he was good. If someone else would have questioned his skills he would have pierced those people to the wall by his kukri like some kind of paintings. Thought, there was one person who did that and unlike the others – didn’t get stabbed by the large knife. That person was Scout. He was always wasting his breath by trying to challenge other team members to fights and stuff just to show how tuff he was. When no-one seemed to care he usually got tired of it and spend the rest of his day by lazing around and whining.

So yes. Sniper was pretty antisocial and fine with working, eating and sleeping alone. Sure sometimes it was kinda nice to have a little conversation with some of his team members, but enough was enough. But as said – that was half a year ago. Then something happened. The Australian remembered that day like it was yesterday.

It was an ordinary day. The battle had just stopped and RED team had taken it’s victory once again and all the team members were separated to different ways to put their enemies out of misery. Sniper was about to do the same and leave his tower when he ran into his team’s Spy on top of the stairs. Before he was able to open his mouth the Spy had already took the bull by the horns, placed his hands on Sniper’s shoulders and asked was Sniper in a hurry somewhere. Before the Aussie was able to answer to the Frenchman’s question the Spy had already pressed his lips against the Sniper’s. Long story short there was some urging, fighting and in the end fucking. And that’s how they became lovers.

They met a couple of times a week between battles and had sex in different places where no-one could find them. At first Sniper was unsure about what he was doing. Like – c’mon. This was the other member of the team. They were both here to do their job for money in the middle of nowhere. What if the Aussie would have accidentally kissed a disguised enemy Spy? Or what if someone would have seen them?

But some time later – Sniper finally started to relax and put all his effort on hanky-panking with Spy. The more times they slept together – the more time Spy started to spend time with Sniper by paying a visit at the Aussie’s van, having more conversations with the guy or just – well – y’now.

Everything seemed to be fine and Sniper started to see the world the way he could have never imagined to see it before. He didn’t want to be separated from Spy unless there was really a need for it. He wanted to hear his voice, smell his scent and feel his warmth continuously. Every night when he was about to fall asleep all he was able to think about was Spy. His heart pounded against his chest when he thought about the guy. What was this amazing feeling? Love?

However as said everything seemed to be fine, but suddenly Spy told Sniper that they should possibly see each other more sparsely. Even if Sniper tried to ask many times from Spy why he wanted to do it he never got a full answer. The Frenchman only mumbled something about that they might get caught or that someone from their team might poke his nose to their business. Apparently Spy was afraid of getting caught – so Sniper was fine with the thing that they’d meet up less often.

They met up once a week, then it dropped down to once per two weeks, then once per a month – until Sniper got fed up with it. He told straight out that he wanted to see Spy more than once per a fucking month – even if it wouldn’t have contained any sex. When the Frenchman asked why the bushman wanted to do so – he had to confess his feelings towards Spy – just to get his heart smashed to a rock.

“There is no such feeling”, was all that Spy had said. It was a short sentence but it left a long deep wound into Sniper’s heart. It hurt. Jesus Christ it hurt. Even if Spy had turned him down – Sniper still wanted to continue meeting up with him. Spy was fine with it as long as Sniper would give up on his feelings.

Sniper yawned again and turned on his side. Repeating such dreary memories in his mind made him only gloomy. He should stop right there. He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt glancing towards the bed. Before any of that had happened – he had only one pillow on the bed. Now there were two. Sniper’s tired stare turned into an angry glare. He picked up the pillow and tossed it aside on the floor. He took of his sleeve, shirt, boots, pants and watch leaving on only his underpants and glove. He sat on the edge of his bed and glanced it once more.

A long sad sigh escaped from the Australian’s lips and he stood back up to pick up the pillow. He placed it next to his own one and leaned down keeping his eyes on the pillow that he had just picked up. No matter how much he tried to fight against the urge to go to see the RED Spy, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that everything was fine and that the Frenchman would visit him sooner or later – he was still lonely. This feeling was unfamiliar for him. When Spy started to visit him less than usual – he started to become grumpier. It wasn’t that he was angry at Spy – he was just depressed and wanted to see him so very bad, but he knew that it wasn’t possible.

Another long sad sigh escaped from Sniper’s lips. He closed his eyes and snuggled his pillow. Once again he was thinking too much. Way too much.

* * * * *

The night took over the battlements and stars lighted up one at a time. The unpleased yelling with a bunch of orders echoed through the air from the BLU team’s base. The whole team of BLUs had gathered around the table to listen their unhappy bellicose American.

“The point was right there! You maggots could have captured it! But none of you did nothing about it!” the helmet wearing guy snarled while punching the table with his fist.

“Well excuse me, but you seemed to do nothing for it either”, Scout yawned. He reserved an angry glare and a smack to his head by the Soldier’s brown whip that was covered in blood and dust – just like the all the members on the team. Heavy had a black eye and bandages all over his hands and torso. Scout was missing a couple of teeth, his chin was all swollen and his left leg seemed like it should be amputated. Medic was covered in burns and bruises. Sniper was covered in dust, his nose and cuts that were covering his body were dripping blood. Demoman was bandaged from toes to his nose and smelled like alcohol, but there might have been another kind of reason for that. Pyro’s mask and clothes were all muddy and bloody. You could barely tell did the blood belong to him or not and was he still in one peace. Engineer seemed pretty much like Medic – covered in burns and bruises. Spy’s suit was covered in blood and dust and there was some cuts on his clothing. Soldier was covered in bandages. He was all bloody, full of cuts and burns and it looked like the whole man should be amputated. Obviously everybody were in pain but this guy didn’t seem to give too shits about that – even if he might have been able to run down his lungs with his shouting.

“You will address me as sir!” Soldier growled and stood up from his chair, “We need to come up with a better strategy if we want to crush those maggots. Everybody needs to work harder than before and stick with the plan!” he continued. Spy rolled his eyes and took another smoke from his carton.

“You! Place more bombs on our point to protect it and around the RED team’s entrances!” Soldier commanded while pointing at Demoman, “You!” he continued turning his finger to point at Medic, “Keep up with Heavy and make that little machine of yours heal more damage! You!” the American commanded and turned his finger on Spy, “Make sure that the enemy team’s Kangaroo fucker won’t bother us!”. Spy nodded and took a long pull from his cigarette while Soldier kept on listing his commands to other team members. The Frenchman glanced towards the battlement’s tower through the window.

“Vous feriez mieux de vous préparer, mon ami”.
[/You better prepare yourself, my friend.]