Please don't be too harsh, but criticism is nice in small doses ._. 1. Oh, Brother Pairing: Scoutcest, special guest appearance by Spy "Fuck you think I am, a fuckin' p-pussy? H-Harder, damnit!" "You'll take it how I give it! Now shut the fuck up, you're ruinin' everything." "F-Fuckin' make me-AHH!" A hard appendage forced its way into the Blu Scout's mouth, cutting his insult short. _________________________________________________________________________________ Hey fag, Guess what?! I made it into that stupid little TF Corp. too! Looks like we're gonna be closer than we thought we'd be right, man? Just like school back in Boston, except we'll be battin' heads instead of baseballs! This is gonna be fuckin' great, I can't wait to see you. Hope we're on the same team or whatever; it'd kill me to need to beat your ass twice as hard as when we were younger. See ya soon, chucklenuts! Blu Scout snorted after reading the first letter stating his companion would be on the battlefield as well. It's been a week and noticing from the new Sniper his team had received, Blu Scout's doppelganger should've arrived two days ago. Scout was jarred from his thoughts as the siren blared and respawn was activated, allowing each team to flood into dust-covered wasteland. The slugger tossed his bat in the air and caught it before aluminum could brush dirt with a toothy grin; he was off. The young Blu swerved out to the battlements and leapt onto the bridge's roof, avoiding any juggernauts that would possibly deter him from his sole job: Get the intelligence. Cleats met Red's wood floorboards and proceeded to zip towards the underground stairs. He hadn't met too much trouble on the way down, just their Heavy taking a sandvich break (whom Scout easily disposed of). There it was in all its metallic glory. Scout all but rushed over towards the briefcase, but not before face planting from a familiar silver object that hooked the front of his foot. The young boy timbers over like a tree, face planting into the unforgiving metal floor. As quick as he was down he rolled onto his back and all words he had conjured up to spew in the offenders face fluttered out of his mind; standing there over him was the Red Scout. "Wh-What the fuck, man! When'd you get here?!" "Eh, prolly two-a three days ago?" "How'd ya know I was gonna be here?" "I'm not a retaad; I know what person's supposed-ta do what." Then the Blu realized he was still on the floor; his counterpart was making himself comfortable by straddling his hips upon his own. "Yo, fuckin' get off—I needa steal that shit over there!" Blu motioned towards the briefcase barely hovering over a simple wooden desk. "Nah, that means I gotta fight'cha," Red stated, wiggling slightly and teasing the other's lower lip with a thumb, "an' I don't wanna fuck up this pretty little face of yours." Blu sputtered and flushed even darker than his partner's shirt before insistent lips descended onto his. Now he remembered why he always submitted to the boy above him: Those afterschool make out sessions, post-dinner blow jobs, late night fucks in their room. Red chuckled into Blu's mouth, cupping the others growing erection. "God, I miss how horny I make ya," he breathed lowly, "even more than mom's cookin'." Blu groaned when that taped up hand surrounded his clothed dick, so much that he didn't realize himself being yanked up from the floor and being slammed against a wall. "W-What if someone comes inta, ya know, get the intel-AH!" Red's hand ventured below Blu's boxers to palm the other's obvious hard on, grinding his own against his friend's thigh. "Stop bein' such a pussy," he purred in between nips to his doppelganger's neck while he marked his territory, "We haven't done anythin' since ya left, and I plan on doin' something about this" – he squeezed his full hand – "right now." The Red Scout reluctantly pulled himself away to force his counterpart to bend over, hands squeezing tight on the surface's edge where Red's precious secrets floated. Pants and underwear pooled around Blu's ankles while Red kicked his off somewhere nearby. Hands roamed all over the Blu teammate's body, breath hitching when one reached his mouth and three fingers slipped themselves in. Blu swirled his tongue around the digits to coat them with saliva; wet index and middle finger walked their way down the other's spine until all three pressed at the boy's entrance. They made their way past the tight ring of muscle slowly, almost painfully, until fully incased. "Well, what do we 'ave 'ere?" Both pairs of eyes went wide at the smooth French accent; Red Scout turned his head and glared daggers into his teammate. "Fuck you doin' here? Go away man, I'm busy." Spy clicked his tongue and wagged his finger. "I was going to ask you ze same thing," Spy's patent leather oxfords clicking on the floor towards the pair then disappeared. Blu wriggled and pressed back towards his brother's invading fingers, "Come on, man! I'm dyin' here." "Awright awright, keep your pants on." "Too late for that," Blu snickered. Just as I suspected, zey would forget about me as soon as I cloaked, horny garcons. Permettez-moi de tirer de mon pantalon et je serai prêt, hon hon hon… The thrusts of Red's fingers became more frenzied and sped up, leaving his lover to voice how much he missed him. His fingers slipped out of the now dripping hole, twitching with anticipation. Red spat into his hands and stroked his cock thoroughly. He dug his short nails into his brother's hips and forced his way in none-too-gently. A satisfied groan escaped the Red while commenting on his partner's tightness. "Fuck you think I am, a fuckin' p-pussy? H-Harder, damnit!" "You'll take it how I give it! Now shut the fuck up, you're ruinin' everything." "F-Fuckin' make me-AHH!" A hard appendage forced its way into the Blu Scout's mouth, cutting his insult short. A red mist shrouded Blu Scout's vision as Spy's smug grin peered down. Because of the pulsing member filling his mouth and the bliss clouding his brother's mind, Red Scout proceeded to ram into Blu as roughly as he could. He knew how his brother liked it: Hard. Blu's eyes crossed and began to forget the fact that Spy was fucking his mouth relentlessly. The way his brother's dick almost slid out entirely just to pound into his prostate had Blu moaning around the hard on jerking past his lips repeatedly. A gloved hand almost ripped out the boy's hair from Spy's tight grip on his hair; the Frenchman muttered curses in his native language under his breath. Blu Scout violently breathed through his nose, attempting to cry out around Spy's dick. "God, bro, you feel so fuckin' good," Red Scout stated as his placed sloppy open mouthed kisses down his brother's back along with one firm hand, forcing him to bend lower. He continued to abuse his brother's prostate, not even thinking twice as to why his partner was so silent. "So damn close," Red groaned, features twisting from the overwhelming heat and pleasure his brother was giving him. Spy's thrusts became even rougher until one finally pressed Scout's nose to the Frenchman's curly hairs and spilled into the boy's mouth without warning. Fluids spilling in his mouth made his entire being tense, rippling ecstasy onto his brother with the clenching of his muscles. Red gripped his brother's shoulders and finally released along with his brother. With a pat on Blu Scout's sweat-matted hair, Spy disappeared noiselessly. Blu swallowed the come occupying his mouth and let the rest drip from his panting lips. His brother slipped his softening member from his now red backside and turned to french his brother. Saltiness teased Red Scout's taste buds; he was about to question his brother when a loud "Crikey!" filled the now humid air. Both boys turned to see a very messy, very sweaty Sniper standing up to readjust his hat and glasses. With a tip of his headgear, a zip of his pants, and a sheepish smile, the Aussie slinked away whistling a very happy tune. 2. Examination Pairing: MedicxSniper "Next!" One of the activities the classes, Blu and Red alike, simply loathed—check-ups. No men, for the most part, wanted to undress and face another teammate so said teammate could inspect every, every, single inch of their body and determine whether they were physically healthy or not. Luckily for the Blu Team, their Medic was sane. For the reds… Not so much. The Red medic was a little too eccentric about his line of "services". When a deceased, mangled body came rolling in on a gurney, he could barely contain his excitement. Where Red got this wack-job, no one knows. ~ Scout was up. The pompous Bostonian swaggered in, puffing out his chest with overflowing pride. "Get behind ze curtain und strip," Medic said, gesturing to the red fabric in the corner. "Whateva, doc." After Scout had removed his garments and inched out from behind the barrier, his confidence had severely dropped. The once cocky boy had curled in on himself a little, hunching over as if he were cold when, in actuality, the room was pretty warm. The German gave the younger man the onceover, scribbling his condition onto a plastic clipboard. "You are free to go, get into yhur clothes und send in… Herr Zniper." A lump caught in Medic's throat-- he was next. The man he had admired from a far since the first day he saw the Aussie step a boot-cladded foot off the bus. If he had any time to get him, it was now. Scout hastily changed and raced out of the Medbay, hollering for Sniper. Beady eyes darted around the room, looking for something, anything, to keep Sniper here longer. A wicked smile spread across Medic's thin lips—he had just the thing. ~ There he was, striding on in, so nonchalant as always. The doctor's heart skipped a beat once the clacking on the tile had stopped five feet in front of him and looked into the yellow-tinted shades the bushman always wore that were waiting for further instructions. Medic cleared his throat. "Mhm—vell," he pretended to scan his chart for a reason to initiate his plan, "it says here zat you have not received your tetanus shot in tvelve years undstead of ten." "Wot? I dun' got a clue what tha' is, but I wouldn't be surprised if I hadn't," the Aussie scratched his head with a weak shrug of the shoulders and a smile, "con't say I keep tabs on me health, doc." "Alzough it is very unlikely for you to get it, vun must alvays be careful. Sit up here, Herr Zniper." A gloved hand patted the medical bed present, which Sniper obliged to, the doctor then crossing the room. With shaky hands, Medic pulled open a drawer in the white cabinet containing his various drugs and medicines. He withdrew a syringe, a bottle of anesthetic, and a small silver key from the compartment. Using the key, the German unlocked another draw, revealing several vials labeled "EXPERIMENTAL". One was plucked from it, called "yohimbe* extract", and a generous amount was sucked into the needle, along with the sleep-inducing liquid. "Zis von't hurt if you relax." Medic could barely contain the excitement flowing—his hands were quivering again. Dabbing the sensitive skin of his inner arm with rubbing alcohol, Sniper felt a slight pinch as the needle pierced his skin and was injected with the mixture that would toss him into a completely different kind of examination. Only several seconds had passed and already the anesthesia was doing its work. Even through the sunglasses, the doctor could see the lethargic look in his eyes, his whole being slumping as the drug took its course. "Veeling sleepy, ja?" Medic just had to ask. The other man simply nodded, beginning to lean to one side and finally falling sideways to rest his body on the bed, legs hanging off the sides of the table. Medic went to work. ~ A pounding headache greeted the awakening Sniper. Registering his surroundings, frantically looking around, pulling at the padded leather bonds around his wrists. "What tha 'ell…" The prominent brow furrowed in frustration, seeing that his clothes had been removed sometime during his unconsciousness (save the koala boxers). The most disturbing part was one nose on the marsupial in the front was tented: Was he seriously getting off to this shit? "Ah, vinally—I zought for a moment zat I had given you too much." Black steel-toed boots clacked against the linoleum floor, the form of Medic appearing from the shadows, wearing nothing but his white lab coat and rubber gloves. In his hand was the extract he had given to Sniper before; he twirled it in his gloved hand. "You are a very ztrange 'erb, aren't you?" The doctor's eyes were stuck to the vial, but the bushman knew the words were meant for him to hear. "I had you zpecially orded all ze way from Africa zo I could run tests. When mixed with ginseng, you're qvite ze aphrodisiac, nein?" Medic flashed a feral grin over the cork before placing it back in its drawer. "Wh-Whot in tha 'ell did you do to me?!" After the little science lesson, Snipers strain on his binds became more urgent. "Qvite simple, mein lieber. Ze shot? I had lied, it vas not for health purposes at all," Medic exclaimed, lips turning into a small pout, "I injected you vith an anesthetic und ze liquid in zat vial. You see, Herr Zniper," Medic's look had turned predatory in a matter of seconds, stalking over to the bound man, "I have admired you from afar for a very long time—too long, in fact." He had finally reached the table, climbing upon it to straddle the Aussie. When reaching Sniper's hips, he leaned up straight and brandished his hard cock. "Look at vat you do to me…" The bushman's Adam's apple bobbed as Medic descended, grinding his hips hard against the Aussie's, smashing their lips together. Thumbs hooked under his marsupial-spotted underwear and tugged, the owner grunting as the cool air smacked his straining dick. Medic relished the sight, licking his lips. "Very impressive, Herr Zniper…" Dragging his covered fingertips down the other man's torso, the doctor finally reached the very thing he had been craving for so long and gave it an appreciative lick. Sniper sucked in a breath at the feeling of a warm tongue going up the length of his manhood. "D-Doc, this ain't roight…" Medic peered up at his forced lover in between the man's thighs, "Ah, yes, zis I already know. But zat doesn't mean I want it any less…" Well, that was useless. That warm tongue then dragged its way up Sniper's chest and to his neck until the doctor sat upright, fumbling in his coat pocket for something… With a victorious "Aha!" he pulled out a tube of medical lubricant. He popped open the cap and spread the clear substance generously over his gloved fingers. Shade-covered eyes squeezed shut to brace what was about to… Wait. Nothing was inside him. Peeking one eye open, Sniper's jaw dropped. Before him was a very flushed Medic, crouched and stretching himself with those two fingers, panting like mad. The fingers were removed to replace them with something much more desirable. "L-Listen mate, I got a bloke olready, you know tha-AH!" All train of thought was tossed aside—Medic was now pressing the Aussie deep inside a tight, hot, arousing place. That painful erection was getting really hard to ignore, no thanks to the shot. A sigh left the German when his prisoner was in to the hilt. Without further notice, he started to move—fast. Sniper's mind was spinning, the feeling of the wanton doctor riding him was almost too good. Guilt swept over him as he remembered how the boy must be so worried abo— "Mein Gott, Zniper!" The shout of Medic's prostate being struck was loud enough to alert the enemy base. Shit, he just wanted this over with. Sniper started snapping his hips to meet the other man's, coaxing more noises from his teammate, and even groans from himself. Scout never let him do this, the bushman almost forgot how amazing fucking was. Frenzied thrusting of sweating skin sped up, Medic dropping down with more force while Sniper thrust deeper inside. One loud shout of the Aussie's title and the German came, covering Sniper's furred chest. Heat surrounding his cock, the other male spilled into Medic, both chests heaving as they rode out their orgasms. Lifting up from Sniper slowly and hopping off the medical bench, the doctor lifted a finger in remembrance. "Oh ja, you have a clean bill of health," Medic grinned over his shoulder, showing all of his bright teeth, "See you next month."
This... please, bring more!