1 . Name: Artifex !QUACK2Hhu. @ 2011-03-31 20:15

Enjoy!

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Well, now. This was awkward.



Readjusting his aviators, the BLU Sniper stared down the scope of his rifle, the little blue dot indicating its location veiled by a well placed scrap of fabric. And thank god that dot was hidden now, because if the person Sniper was watching noticed it, well.. He'd probably gut the BLU alive.

The fighting between RED and BLU had stopped for a while again, thankfully. But that didn't mean they couldn't still interact with each other (or in Sniper's case, watch ). And the contact between the two teams wasn't violent, at least most of the time. Reasoning being if they killed one another, they would not respawn until the battle started the next day. Where they waited, no one honestly knew, and no one really wanted to ask, either. The look on their faces when they appeared again said enough by itself. Sniper himself didn't want to know, and he was sure the person he was observing- oh god, is he –wouldn't want to find out as well. That person being the Sniper's fiery counterpart, the RED Sniper.



This was getting uncomfortable, but damn he just couldn't look away! God, if anyone caught him, he'd never hear the end of it, but.. The sight of a near mirror image of himself, touching and stroking and simply having so much fun with himself, well… it was erotic. Kinky might be a better word for it, but neither notion was helping the problem burning into the front of his pants. Never thought he'd be so entertained seeing another bloke like this, much less someone who was essentially his own damn twin… Never thought he'd be the voyeuristic type, either.

Oh, that was a nice shot. The RED with his legs splayed open, pants down to his bent knees, and a gloved hand pumping himself vigorously, not even bothering to try to tease himself. His hat was off-kilter, and his left hand was visibly struggling between the task of keeping the Aussie from falling, and the urge to touch more, anywhere and everywhere. And his face, just the look of it, with redness fanning out from his cheeks, jumping across his nose and grazing his ears, god, did it make those lidded blue eyes stand out clearer. And-goddamnit! He moved!

Sniper scowled faintly, and then nearly let out a yelp when he felt his rifle nearly slip from his hands-wait, hand. Only one. The other had slipped southward, leaving the heavy weapon in only a single, slightly unsteady grip. With a nearly desperate mentality, he scanned for that window again with his rifle, grinning cheekily when he found it again.

"That's right, love. Ya just keep doin' what ya doing." A mere husky murmur, but enough for Sniper to mentally accept that he was enjoying this way too much, as well as that he honestly didn't care to bother stopping it anymore. His right hand had taken on the task of undoing his belt, and then franticly trying to get his pants undone. With the freedom from the restriction of his pants came a soft groan of relief, Sniper now openly fondling himself. But he was less focused on himself, and more so on the RED off in his base, in his nest, probably completely lost in his own little world.

However, that changed when for a split second, the RED turned his head, and even though the distance was great, the two Snipers' eyes met.



The RED's face was first of shock, and then twisted into one with fury as he dove for his own rifle, probably intent on giving his BLU counterpart a lovely hole in the head. It took a few seconds for said Sniper to get out of his own shock, but when he did, he hurriedly tucked himself back into his pants, and dove out of view, holding his rifle and mentally cursing. Why couldn't the damned RED have just turned the other way? Then they would have both had their fun. Oh, but it was far too late now.

Snatching up a few essentials, the BLU headed back for his base, head ducked low. He wouldn't put it past the other to attempt to land a few shots on him. Who could honestly blame him, really…

Upon returning to his base, the gunman went up to his room, closing the blinds on his window, intent on finishing the job that he had started a while earlier. And now with such lovely images in his head, too…



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The next morning was a routine one for Sniper-except for that sickening feeling in his stomach, grouped together by the grogginess of sleep. He hadn't felt a 'sick' like that in a long time; not since his first few days in the field. As his mind cleared, he figured out why, cursing loudly and rubbing his forehead. The RED Sniper was going to murder his ass, he knew it. Or maybe someone else from their team would go after them. Probably a demo to sticky his nest, or a Spy to screw around with him. Anything to keep the BLU in respawn nearly constantly.

With a shake of the head, and a glance to the mirror in front of his sink, the gunman knew today was going to suck. A lot.



(Later)



For whatever reason, the fight that day went a lot better than the BLU had expected. No one went after the Sniper, and no headshot were reported from his team. The fact that they seemed to be met with little resistance bothered Sniper, more so when one of their cocky little Scouts had run into the enemy base and nicked their intelligence, boinking to death a Medic whose reflexes had apparently been groggy at the moment. Barely a scratch on the Scout, too. And that bothered Sniper. Were the others preparing ubers for a rush? Or perhaps the Engineers were busy building sentry guns and teleporters in peculiar areas. Hell, they might even be sending in a large number of Spies.

Nonetheless, the battle went on, with the BLUs pushing into RED territory, Sniper anxiously following, missing a few shots that he knew he shouldn't have. Where were the REDs? It seemed that only a few had decided to come out of their base, mainly a few Pyros and a Scout or two. However, that soon changed.

With a few sharp cries from one of their Scouts, the BLU was alerted to the fact that the REDs had gone around them, attacking from behind. And a few of them went into the RED base that they were invading, only to be blown back by a sentry gun's deadly rockets.



Now was Sniper's time to work. He'd been waiting for this, and welcomed the target practice. Soon he worked himself into a nice little corner of a hallway, taking on that typical oblivious-to-everything-outside-of-his-scope Sniper behavior. A bad habit, which often ended up in embarrassing deaths.

And it was this mentality that explained why the BLU did not even remotely notice a figure crawling up in the shadows behind him.. Nor did it gain any attention from the marksman until a dark gag was jerked over his mouth, and his rifle knocked to the floor, teetering off the edge of his nest.

He didn't give without a fight, though. The BLU fought back against is captor, enticing several curses from a voice that was eerily similar to his own. At this notion, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a surge of panic run from his feet, up to his heart, which he thought was gonna burst right through his rib cage. It was too late, he should have been watching his back, too late oh fuck FUCK falling FALLING-

"Little wanker, I'll fucking teach you to spy on me you-!"

Yep, Sniper had been right. The RED was pissed.



Scowling, he managed to snap back, with an irritated, "effin' 'ell it was an accident what kind of bloke does that in front of a fucking window-" Gag back in place, this time dark cloth shove into his mouth, making him choke for a moment as the RED Sniper jerked the BLU's arms behind his back, tying them together with something that was knotted too tight, his abductor taking this moment to tie the strip of fabric across his mouth, with a tight knot at the back of his head. Now the only thing that could escape the gunman's throat were several muffled sounds of varying tones, as incomprehensible as Pyro's mutterings.



A grin had settled itself on the RED's face, pushing the BLU onto his back, arms tied and mouth silenced. Intriguing, to say the least. Even more when the free Sniper straddled the bound one's waist, hands at the BLU's sides, thumbs running along the faint bumps of ribs through fabric.

"Funny thing, mate.. I coulda sworn before I near' blasted your head off, ya' were enjoying the show I was puttin' on. In't that right, love?" Purred the RED, face a tad too close to the BLU's, who flinched and broke eye contact, until a hand forced his chin to face in the other Sniper's direction. The dominant gunman noticed that the other let out a few meek, muffled sounds, and hooked one finger over the gag, tugging it down, letting the BLU Sniper speak. "Mang, I wasn't doing anythin'-just taking a bloody piss-"

"Really?" A grin spread across his face, answered by a visible tightening of BLU's jaw. The RED simply laughed at this, with the bound Sniper scowling and trying to speak over the sound, voice seeming small in comparison. "S'the good ol' truth, swear it. Ya don't have to get all uppity like this, mate-I wasn't doing a damn thing."

RED Seemed preoccupied, instead staring down at the BLU, eventually making the other shut up with only a look, staring back, mouth a thin, firm line. There was silence for a few moments, until the free gunman chuckled, responding to the lack of the other's voice. "Can't hear a word ya saying. Who could, with those little cocksucker lips of yours-"


"Fucking bloody faggot-who the hell d'ya think you are calling me a cocksucker-"


"-can't help imagining them on mine, whatd'ya say we have a go at it?"


That shut the BLU Sniper up quite nicely, and RED took that moment to place the gag over his mouth again, kiss the gunman's forehead, then promptly start touching wherever his hands very damn well pleased. Over the BLU's chest, then crawling underneath and dragging blunt nails across skin, blue eyes hidden by his aviator shades leaving only that leer that made the bound one's breath catch in his throat, wondering why on earth this was happening to him, only to be mentally assaulted with the pre-orgasm look that he'd seen on RED's face and been happily fapping to the day before. But he didn't want this, he told himself. He didn't want the Sniper's hands pushing his shirt up, fingers and hands scuttling over thin flesh and scarred skin. He told himself he did not want to feel calloused fingers toying at his nipples, his back arching to try to get away, or get closer. And he kept that mantra in his head, trying to distract himself from the tongue that was running up his chest, pausing only for limbs to tear at his vest and shirt, buttons flying. Then that tongue was at his neck and he could feel it and oh god, a nip at his neck, and finally lips that mirrored his own sliding to his mouth even though he turned his head away, forgetting that a thin piece of fabric protected him from that.


Nonetheless, the BLU Sniper tried to remind himself that he didn't want this; that even if he'd found that he really liked when the RED would take a nipple into his mouth, biting down and then swirling a tongue around it, mimicking that with the other. Rough hands disposed of whatever ornaments they had on, and cheerfully began pawing at the BLU's ribs, a pleased facial expression showing how much he liked when the bound Sniper would twitch and squirm under those hands. BLU closed his eyes, just for a moment, to try to think of something else and not those lips suckling his neck, but it wasn’t working a damn bit.


Soon his hat was pushed off, and he scowled behind that strip of fabric, wincing when the RED ran a hand through his hair. Too friendly an action. The fingers tugged at those strands at the nape of his neck, forcing the bound Sniper’s head back with a muffed cry as the other returned to his neck, kissing and nipping, a free hand tugging down the gag to allow the RED to shove his lips against the BLU’s, who struggled for a few moments, trying to ignore the very pleasure-like sounds coming out of him. But, damnit, he was sensitive, even more so since the gunman had touched the other so openly with mouth and hand. And that sensitivity didn’t help him control those embarrassing noises that tried to squeak their way out of his throat, which seemed to attract the RED’s interest. He liked those noises. He really liked them. And, if he just touched the other in the right places…


“Mmm-MPHH!” Twisting, jerking, BLU did all he could to get away from that hand pressing at the front of his pants. But the other Sniper had placed a knee between his legs, keeping the bound Sniper from attempting to kick or squirm too much. Fingers squeezed and prodded, happily fondling the other Sniper through his pants, urged on by his own needs as well as the fact that the BLU’s body was appreciating the attention very much, even if its owner protested that he wasn’t. His hips were moving without his permission, begging for more attention as they pushed back against that hand, the moans slipping from under that gag becoming more frequent.

RED smiled to himself; his counterpart was loosing it. Eventually, the other Sniper would break. RED would make sure of it. With his hands, that started to unbutton the other’s fly, to a mouth that flip-flopped from murmuring heated words in that Australian husk of his and kissing, over and over again. Soon he found the BLU arching upwards, openly moaning, with quite the obvious ache between his legs. Loud, muffled noises suddenly burst from his gag, seemingly desperate.

Chuckling, the RED hooked a finger over the dark cloth covering the BLU’s mouth, tugging, about to make some lewd remark when he found a pair of lips forced onto his own, a bit chapped but warm, even more so with the fact that the BLU was doing this on his own. Pleased, he responded in kind, grinning against the kiss when he finally felt hard flesh beneath his fingertips.

“Fffhuck-fuck mate, just git' on with it already!" Thrusting upwards into hands that mirrored his own, the BLU finally gave in completely; gave in utterly and totally to his carnal needs, cursing and snarling like this was the only 'love' he'd gotten in months. Which could possibly be so, but RED wasn't too honestly curious enough to ask. Still thinking this, the Sniper leaned forward, giving a tentative lick to the other's hard flesh. The reaction was instantaneous; a sharp gasp, curse, buck of the flesh and silent pleading for more. But giving head was not RED's thing. It wasn't what he had wanted when nappin' the BLU, either.


No, he thought to himself. What he wanted was to shove himself balls-deep into that soft flesh, dig his nails and hands to bruise hips, and make the BLU scream. To make him be as loud as he could possibly be-even more than that whore Scout. It wasn't about getting back at him for spying anymore. But RED didn't mind.

BLU let out an antagonized groan as RED's hands left him, biting his lip to keep in the pathetic whine that had tried to crawl out. He'd left! Left him with a hard cock pulled out of his pants, and shirt pushed up on his chest. Fucking cocktease!

But the RED was back soon again, this time with a small jar. The bound Sniper didn't have to see the label to know what it was, and let his head fall back on the wooden floor, a strained grunt following after. Soon he felt hands tugging his pants off, and meekly obliged with a lift of his hips. Then white underwear was peeled away, both articles of clothing shoved down to the BLU's knees.

And, with a smile, the RED made a motion with his finger for the other Sniper to roll over, taking a moment pop the cap of the lubricant he had /especially/ saved for this.

Again the bound one scowled, but nonetheless did as he was told, squirming and worming onto his knees, eyes staring at the wooden planks in front of him. He knew what was going to happen next. And he couldn't muster up an ounce of will to stop it. Hell, he wasn't even sure he /wanted/ the other to stop it.

"Shhh…" A soft murmur, and soon the BLU felt a thickly coated finger pry open pieces of flesh, dancing around his mark before slipping in, the bound Sniper gasping in response.

"Come on now love, loosen up. It ain' that bad." RED teased, pushing in a bit deeper.

"Loosen up? How the fuck do'ya expect me to loosen up with fingers in my ass? Fucking-!"

Teeth grit, he felt another wet finger slide in, the two scissoring and exploring as if there was something he was looking for. And the RED found it, feeling a bump against his fingertips, and a strangled cry from the BLU Sniper, ass and hips rocking back into that hand, cock throbbing.

"Slow down or I'm gonna…" hissed the Sniper, hands still tied tightly behind his back, cheek against the wooden floor. God, he felt like he was going to blow it any second.

And he did—right when RED jabbed his fingers into that spot again, making his counterpart howl as thin ribbons of white sprouted from his tip, decorating his stomach and the floor underneath himself. Sweat dribbled from his forehead, and the bound Sniper shuddered at the aftershocks of his orgasm, breathing heavily.

Blinding stars danced in front of BLU's eyes, as he heard a zipper being pulled down. RED wasn't done with him yet, as evidenced by the tented appearance of his pants-which gave way to stretched out boxers, dark maroon in color.

"Like what ya see, love?" teased the RED Sniper, chuckling as he began to tug off his undergarments, kicking them away. Not as shy as the BLU, either, who stared for a few seconds then turned away, face reddened.


Yet he was forced to look back, as calloused fingers took hold under his chin, and turned him to face his adversary and his cock, dribbling pearls of white. RED didn't say anything, but grinned, motioning again with his fingers. And although he understood the message, the bound Sniper was slow in acting on it. It… it wasn't like he didn't /want/ too, but.. he only had his mouth. No hands.. Those were tied around his back-and he doubted that his counterpart would bother to free him.

A little nudge, and he looked up once more, watching the other's now predatory stare, then resigned to kissing the tip of RED's penis, and slowly taking it into his mouth.


RED moaned softly, digits entangled in the BLU's short hair. Such a delicious, hot mouth! Wet and warm around his throbbing cock, with a slick tongue licking and curling against the hard flesh. He couldn't help himself from bucking his hips lightly into it, BLU gagging somewhat, eyes flickering upwards. Lips pulled back, the bound Sniper pulling away, then returning, starting to bob his head along the RED's shaft. Slowly at first, trying to slick it as much as possible to ease the feeling in his throat. Then he began to move a little quicker, saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. More and more, without the need to be urged on, the Sniper took in more of his near-twin, moaning softly. The tenderness in his own pants had already begun to leave, with a few pulses of pleasure and a tightness taking its place.

"Keep goin'… ya doing pretty damn good," breathed the Sniper above him, bucking again into that mouth, ignoring the grunted protest that came after it. He was getting close-but nothing to worry about yet.

Unaffected, the wet and sensual sounds did not cease, BLU's eyes closed, too busy focusing on the hardness in his mouth to pay attention to anything else. Now and then, he let go of the RED's cock, instead to lavish attention on it with his tongue, before sucking down it once again.


The RED groaned softly, biting his bottom lip, his fingers still curled into the other’s dark hair. Thoughts, perverse and scandalous invaded his mind, bringing with it images that only made his cock harder in the other’s mouth. Oh, how he wanted to just flip the other onto his back, and shove himself /deep/ into that sweet ass, to see the look on the BLU’s face when he was invaded and taken-would he be moaning, begging, whimpering, or screaming? Perhaps all four. Or maybe he wouldn’t fuck him yet, instead he would fuck the other’s mouth while the other Sniper was tied down and couldn’t do a damn thing…

Unconsciously, the RED began to act upon these thoughts, pressing the other harder onto his cock, so out of it that the other’s muffled protests seemingly failed to reach him. Oh, yes, he was in a happy place right now.

At least, until the BLU reached a hand up to swat the bottom of the other’s face, snapping him out of his thoughts. With a grin, the RED merely patted the BLU on the head, letting him pull away from his cock in order to breathe, and then roughly shoving him back against the wooden flooring.


“Y’know, you look pretty damn nice with a lil’ bit of cum on your face, love.” He chuckled, the blue-clad Sniper scowling and rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. His jaw was aching, and all he could formulate was a growled, “Fuck you”. RED Didn’t mind this-it make him laugh again, sliding his bare hips between the other’s, loving the high pitched gasp that slipped out of the other’s throat. Both their pants were down, cocks pressed against each other. This enough helped to stimulate BLU’s erection a bit more-however not as much as the lips that were pressing against his own, a tongue slipping in and rolling against his own playfully. Moaning, he arched upwards, hips bucking into the RED’s, fingers grabbing at his arms, then wrapping around his back. The kiss broke, if only to let the RED rub his sideburns against the other’s cheek, nuzzling his neck. Soft brushes of the lips turned into licks and nips, the BLU squirming underneath the Sniper’s body as he did so. Soon a hand, desperate to fulfill a carnal need, snaked down and went around the two cocks, squeezing them together. RED was taken surprise at this, and let out a shaky groan, thrusting his hips into the BLU’s hand.

He moaned in return, arching his back underneath the other’s body as he began to fuck into his hand, head tilted back in utter antagonizing bliss. Yet, he wanted more-more touch, more heat, more feeling, more-UNF!

“J.. –just get on wi’ it, fucking goddamn cocktease-“ The BLU suddenly snapped, hand none too lightly squeezing down on the both of them, the RED letting out a near yelp at the pain that hooked into his groin, heightening the sensations of the other’s skin against his own. Getting what the other was saying, the RED pulled back, hands at the other’s slicked thighs, bracing himself. Underneath him, a body shuddered, muscles tensing as it realized what was to come. Hips lifted, and the BLU felt an electric pulse seem to shoot up his spine as something came to rest at that very sensitive spot between his legs, ready to push in.



And before a word could be uttered, the RED greedily shoved himself inwards, his moan mingling in with the sharp cry of the Sniper beneath him. Trembling lightly, he pushed to the hilt, savoring the sensation of the other’s tight, hot walls surrounding him, and pressing inwards on all sides. Delicious-utterly wonderful and, good god, a hand had never been as glorious as this.

“Nice lil’ ass ya got there, BLU.” He chuckled lowly, hands resting at the other’s hips as he looked down at his captive, who has twisted his torso and was looking off to the side, mouth open as he panted, face a vibrant red. Shivers ran through the submissive Sniper, he let out a shaky moan at the feeling of another body pushed deep within his own; foreign, and slightly painful, but mixed in with the perfumed ecstasy of before, well.. he found himself liking it. A lot. Too much was he lost in his own little world to coherently snap back at the RED Sniper, instead sending a glare that was merely laughed at. Squirming a bit to help himself get used to the sensation of a cock inside him, the BLU looked up at the RED, letting out a soft, surprised gasp when lips pressed against his own. Soothed by this, he pressed into it, soon moaning into it as one of the other’s hands began to stroke the head of his erection. Lips, thin yet wet, sucked on his tongue, the captive Sniper returning the favor by nipping on the other’s bottom lip, nearly whining.The burning in him subsided, and instead pleasure began to take its place. After a few moments of letting the BLU adjust, the RED sniper pulled back, and then thrust his hips forward, not pausing this time but rather retreating once again to press in harder, starting a slow, yet steady rhythm.

And so because the rocking to and fro between the bodies, the RED Pushing forward, and the BLU pushing back to meet him, both openly showing their pleasure with moans and groans, along with muttered words in husky tones, and hands running over flesh. Flushed skin grew slick with sweat, and the aching cries of the two grew more frequent as the RED Sniper upped his game, thrusting at a faster pace. The heated body below him squirmed, the BLU Sniper’s back arching as he let out a deliciously sensual moan, enticing a hard few pounds from the RED, along with a squeeze of the hand around his cock. Breathing between the two became haggard and rough, with gasps and sharp cries of ecstasy slipping in between. Shuddering, the bottom Sniper began to wilding thrust back against his partner, trying to get the most out of the hand on him, as well as the thick shaft inside of him. Head tilted back, his aviators askew; he managed to give a hoarse cry, egging on the RED, who complied with a grin. Wider and wider that grin got, as soon as he tilted his hips a bit, greedily taking in the other’s yell as his prostate was found once again. Like a glutton, the RED hit that spot again and again, savoring the other’s cries and near screams of bliss as he felt himself starting to climb higher and higher, his body tense and trembling faintly.
The BLU was in a state seemingly worse-eyes having long ago slid shut as he tilted his head back, hands tightly gripping the other’s shoulders, legs eagerly spread open as he tried to meet the RED in his erratic rhythm. But he knew he could not hold on much longer; a tightness had began in his groin and abdomen, the spark of pleasure turning into a burning inferno, ready to blow. And soon, the signs began to appear quite boldly-the sudden jerks of his body, a cock pulsing and dribbling seed, and the short, sharp gasps of breath from the bottom Sniper. The RED’s hands moved, leaving the other’s erection, and instead grabbing a hold of the back of the other’s knees, pushing the limbs to his chest and fucking him quite roughly, not pausing even as the other suddenly reached his peak with a shriek. White streaks hit both their stomachs, making their already slick abdomens wetter. Electricity seemed to momentarily blind the BLU’s vision, sparks dancing across his eyes, and stimulating his body as one entire, beautiful, moment of pure paradise shook him to the very core.
The other Sniper was not far behind, with walls suddenly tightening around him, the RED could no longer hold himself in. With a shuddering moan, he emptied himself into the other’s body, back arched as he caved into his orgasm, fully and undeniably. Shudders ran through him, and for a moment, he was on top of the world. But then that began to rapidly fade as his strength deteriorated, and he then collapsed on top of the other male, chest quivering at he struggled to regain himself.

“Oh.. Oh, god..” the BLU managed to breathe, his chest heaving as he tried to regain the oxygen that his body so desperately craved. Face flushed red, he whined softly at the weight on him, and the RED took a moment to comply, pulling out of the Sniper, and moving to lie next to him, an arm wrapped over his torso. From the haze, they both felt the pulsing sparks of orgasm behind to fade into a pleasant fog, and a warm tiredness that made them want to go rest. After a time, the entwined, naked bodies began to shift, RED the first one to sit up, adjusting his aviators. With a cocky grin, he spoke, voice a tad more level then it had been before “That wasn’t too bad, was it, love?”