Hey, sorry if this isn't the proper place to post this-- but I'm interested in tracking down an old Spy x Sniper fic called "Mon Petit Becassine". Obviously, it's not available in archives any more because of the crashes, but I was wondering if anyone had it saved for a repost, or could point me in the right direction to its author. A friend told me it was good, so I'm curious. Thanks guys!
It's a good thing I save damn near everything I come across. ---------- Quiet. The RED Spy had accompanied the Sniper back to his van and sat him down. The humming in the shooter's head had not ceased. He took in a short breath and fixed his eyes upon the assassin who pulled a chair in front of him and sat. Nothing was said for a long stretch of time. Sniper didn't feel awkward, quite the opposite. He was comforted by the familiar presence. A thin stream of smoke came slowly from between the Spy's lips after a long pull from his cigarette. His mouth curled into a smile that the Sniper misread. The Aussie had assumed too much about his comrade. Assumed that his caring was genuine. Assumed he would be like /him/. The masked man leaned forward, his body stiff and at the same time fluid. Sniper equated the man to a snake, smooth and very aware of his own physique. "What 'appened in ze battle today, mon Sniper?" Sniper was unaccustomed to hearing the accent come from another source. The sharpshooter wasn't deterred when the man advanced, looming over him, looking down upon him as if the Spy were a cobra ready to sink his fangs into his prey, wrap his body around the Sniper. The bird didn't move. "Eez it because you are still shaken from your captivity?..." the Spy smiled in the same gentle way the BLU Medic had smiled at him, "None of us really know what 'appened to you though, mon ami. The Soldier did not care to ask you anything." He shook his head shortly, eyes locked on the Sniper's. "They were messy. A bunch'a amateurs." Sniper answered back. "So you escaped? By yourself?" Sniper didn't respond. "Someone helped you didn't they..." Spy sat down next to him on the bed, "don't worry, I won't tell anyone..." he exhaled a long puff of smoke and waited for a response in vain. The Sniper was inside his head now, unwilling to respond, becoming introverted again. "It was the BLU Spy wasn't it?" The Aussie turned, eyes going wide. "O' come now, do you think I am stupid? Ze watch I found on you-" "I stole it from the fucking spook at the BLU base-" "You killed him today," Spy enjoyed the tiny flinching reaction he had elicited from sturdy Sniper. The snake was enjoying himself. "Leave." "You do not want me to go, because I remind you of 'im." Sniper's breathing hastened, as a sexual fantasy swirled around in his head. He began to wonder if the RED Spy felt like /him/. If his body would give in the same ways that the BLU Spy's had. If his sweat dripped down his body in the same patterns or if his throaty moans would make the Sniper's cock hard... It was the shooter who closed the distance between himself and his RED comrade. He shoved his tongue inside the man's mouth, felt himself falling backwards onto the bed, the weight of the body atop him pressing down on him entirely. Small whimpers escaped from the Sniper's mouth as he felt the Spy grab his erection through his zipped pant and give it a rough rub. He couldn't move, didn't want to move. He wanted the Spy to tear his clothing off, sink his teeth into his muscles, make his badly stitched wounds bleed. He wanted to be fucked. The Sniper's arms lay limp at his sides as the Spy tore the clothes from him, digging his fingers into the wounded skin as he pulled the shooter under himself. The assassin left his clothing on, pulling his hard cock from his pants after inching them down slightly. He would give the Sniper none of what he needed. No tenderness, no gentle touches, nor soft skin against his; only the pain he desired. It came slowly at first, the searing ache that made the Sniper arch up from the mattress, as Spy's two saliva slicked finger entered him quickly. This is what /he/ felt; the feeling of inescapable pain the BLU Spy must have felt as the Sniper prepared him for sex. If it was the only way he'd ever feel close to the man again then he would embrace it. The RED Spy was forceful with his movements, his body felt heavier, stiffer. He seized the shooter by the throat, negligent of the black and blue that painted the skin from still relatively painful wounds, and forced the head of his cock inside the man. Had he, the Sniper, ever hurt his deceased lover this badly? Regret, and unspoken apologies began to run through his head as he recalled everything he could have said or done to the man that could have hurt him this badly. Physical pain subsided and was replaced by mental torment he'd brought upon himself. The man above him pulled out quickly. And for the moment, as brief as it was, the hand was removed from his bruised and torn throat allowing a long breath of air to rush into his lungs. The gulp of air ended in a strangled sound as the man pushed into the Australian again. The hard cock felt slicker, colder. There were no words, no sweet whispers or charming questions. No "mon cher" or "mon ami" or French ramblings that made him hot with want. This was hard sex, like two animals that'd stumbled upon each other and decided to fuck for the sake of fucking. Sniper felt himself open around the man as he slid in and out in long strokes, fragments of pleasure woven in the pain he felt all over. Without warning the man flipped him over onto his stomach and pinned his face into the blankets, leaving the Sniper to struggle to his hands and knees. Spy continued to ride the man until the small moans that escaped his throat were followed by louder cries from the man beneath him. He grinned widely, grabbing the submissive man's neglected cock.Each firm stroke drove the pleasurable streams of feeling farther up Sniper's stomach. He remained on the edge of orgasm as his body shook, muscles straining under the rhythmic pounding. He squeezed his eyes shut as the man fucking him moaned out loudly, cumming inside the Sniper with one last thrust. Spy pulled himself from the body below, sticky semen dripping from his half-hard dick. Maybe if the Sniper said nothing the man would not notice he hadn't experience release. Muscles flinching, he eased himself down to the bed, laying on his stomach, breathing in the very feint smell of a human he could barely remember. "Roll over, now." Sniper slowly but obediently moved to lay on his back. The Spy looked over the sharpshooter's hard flesh, that stood proudly in the air, slit lightly wet with pre-cum. He studied the Sniper's body, stopping at his flushed face and half lidded eyes. "'ave you not enjoyed yourself?" Spy smiled gently, sitting back on his calves, clothes disheveled. Sniper's head lolled to the side, becoming aware of the open wounds on his body where stitches were carelessly pulled and ripped. "Eet eez usually frowned upon," the assassin said gently, as he seemed to wipe his hand down his face, "but I think it will make you feel much better." Sniper had never seen a Spy disguise its form before so closely. The man's color changed, his body, the look of his face under his mask. Suddenly he was staring at his BLU Spy. The BLU Spy was stroking him slowly, laying his head on his thigh as he looked up at the man with a slight toothy smirk. "Eez zees better, mon cher?" the assassin purred as he took the head of of the Sniper's cock into his mouth slowly. The Aussie jerked up into the man's mouth quickly. It was impossible to hold back the waves of pleasure that followed his orgasm with that face staring up at him. He shuddered, crying out loudly, stomach muscles clenching as he dug his fingers into the masked face drawing cum from his cock. As he opened his eyes he was met with the smirking face of the RED Spy, who looked victorious, grinning. Sniper laid his head back, embarrassed and angry with himself. "Eet eez alright to miss him...just remember, I can give this to you again if you ask." The prospect only made the Sniper more upset, he could not admit what he felt to himself but he was truly heartbroken. He asked the man to leave, mumbling an order and pointing to the door. The RED Spy did not hesitate to abandon the man. -- The long day that followed was filled with the burden of focusing while the steamy heat rose from the gooey mud field. Is there ever a fuckin' day where this place doesn't seem like hell, Sniper thought to himself as he routinely scanned the terrain. Neither his team nor their enemy made a move. Neither of the energetic little runts ran on to the field in their uncontrolled zeal. Waste of fucking time, although it did keep him busy. Kept his mind off of things... A long rest was needed to really get his head straight. Gather his thoughts, perhaps come to terms with things that he could not change and move on. Maybe visit the Medic to get himself checked out. He'd ask for some drugs, see if the German would do him a favor. Or he could lie, say he was in pain all the time and see what that got him. A stay in the man's ward or a bottle of pills, it really didn't matter. "Somethin' to take the edge off..." Sniper mumbled to himself as he stood at the door of his van, unlocking the knob and giving it a sharp turn. Rifle in hand, he entered planning to drop off his equipment before visiting the doctor. It was he last thing he remembered before breathing in a deep lung full of chloroform. -- A stream of slurred curses followed Sniper as he came to. Dizzy, nauseous, tied up, lying on his side....and seeing things. It always did end in him bound up in some way. At least his imagination was trying to put him at ease with the image of the BLU Spy seated next to him, looking peeved, wrapped up in a similar way. "Get up already." the blob of BLU snapped at him. Sniper stayed in an awkward reclining position. He felt himself pulled up into a seated position, still swaying back and forth on the bed of his trailer. In nearly the same exact position, in the same chair, sat the same RED Spy from the night before. A small smile played at his facial features. The Sniper quickly realized he was not imagining the BLU Spy beside him. He was very real and appeared annoyed in his composed manner; his smirk bent upward more to one side and his eyebrows arched unevenly. Sniper couldn't care. He was so fucking confused, freaked out, and...happy. The fact that he was knocked out and bound up by his own team mate was irrelevant. The fucking BLU Spy bastard was alive. He wanted to grab the man and embrace him, tell him how happy he was alive and didn't have a giant fucking hole blown in his chest. He could only muster up a short, confused, "You..." that came off a bit more aggressive than he meant. "Yes, alive no thanks to you," BLU Spy replied bitterly. His RED counterpart sat, musing over the exchange between the two 'lovers'. He carefully and very deliberately placed a cigarette between his lips. The flick of his lighter caught the pair's attention, as the tied up Spy looked at his opposite almost expectantly. RED Spy's dark eyes flicked to the man across from himself, then to his own lit smoke. He stood, flipping his cool silver case open, Sniper's eyes fixed on the man whom he trusted less and less by the moment. The snakish assassin plucked a long cigarette from its tightly packed resting place and set it between the bound Spy's parted lips. He flicked open the lighter and held it inches from the end of the cigarette. BLU Spy leaned forward quickly only to have the tiny flame snuffed out before him with a snap. His brows furrowed in frustration as he looked at the man dressed in deep RED who stood above him, smirking. RED Spy was the first to break the silence, "'ow long 'ave you two been meeting in secret?" The BLU assassin's eyes fixed on the lighter that was dangled in front of him, lips curling around the long white tobacco stick in his mouth. He'd never talk, Sniper thought surely to himself. "A month and a 'alf," Spy nodded his head from side to side in thought, "geev or take." The sharpshooter's mouth feel open slightly. He watched the man next to him lean forward again trying to catch the flame that appeared, beckoning him once more. RED Spy retracted his arm, "And what 'as ze Sniper told you?" "Nothing important really, only zat 'e enjoys burying his cock inside me." "And 'ow many times have you... fucked?" "Only once-" "WOT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING-!?" Sniper burst out. Spy continued, "But we screwed like cats in heat..." "STOP TELLIN' HIM THINGS YOU FUCKIN' IDIOT!" Spy growled back, "I WANT MY CIGARETTE LIT." Sniper sounded his disbelieve in a loud exhasperated grunt. RED sneered, "I would wager you would tell me 'ow long ze Sniper's dick eez if I asked-" "Seven and a 'alf inches-" "SHUT UP ALREADY YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" Sniper interrupted. "But you would already know zat on good authority, wouldn't you, mon ami," BLU Spy didn't break eye contact with the RED assassin as he let the light catch the end of the smoke. Sniper's heart felt like it'd fallen into his stomach. The Spy had seen him with his teammate, fucking around, and from what it sounded like, out of context. The only reason he'd ever wanted to touch the RED Spy was to feel /him/ again. As hard as the sharpshooter tried, he could not forget the man he felt something for. The man in control murmured to his counterpart in French, //"He is good, I'll admit that,"// he nodded to the Sniper, who seemed uneasy with the language barrier, //He must be, for you to wander into such an obvious trap. Did you think I didn't realize you were alive? Do you think I can't spot a dead ringer when I see it?"// "Wot is he saying?" The BLU assassin ignored the Sniper, opting to continue the conversation is his native tongue, //"What is your end game?"// the murmur came as he sucked in a short drag of his cigarette. RED leaned back stiffly, body tense and lithe all at once,//"To kill the both of you if I don't receive a good enough reason to let either of you live..."// he motioned to the both of them, cigarette in hand. BLU Spy's eyebrows knitted together in thought. //"Can you give me that reason?"// RED asked. //"I love him."// came the answer. It was worth a shot, to win over the man's emotions. Like the situation could get any worse as it stood, and it was really the only good reason he could come up with at the moment. The man's eyebrows arched upwards at the admission, giving short choked laugh that ended in a cloud of smoke. The RED Spy looked at his comrade and laughed shortly again. //"HIM?"// Somehow the BLU Spy did not share the same amusement. He sat stone-faced as ash fell from his smoke. RED Spy chuckled. //"You're lucky I have a soft spot for doomed romances."// "SPEAK ENGLISH!! FUCKIN' HELL!" The cobra looked at the bird, sneering with bared teeth. He took a long pull from his cigarette as his eyes narrowed studying the Australian. //"Do you think he feels the same way about you?"// his eyes flicked to the enemy Spy, sneer still apparent. Well, BLU Spy thought, he had wooed the man, betrayed him, and left him to be beaten in a basement for a good two days. He did deserve to be shot, really. He stayed silent, attempting to work his hands from the ropes. //"Why would he need you when I can be /you/, a better copy even."// Spy was still touchy about what he'd seen. The Sniper under the man, being mercilessly fucked, scratched and torn, crying out. He'd left when the RED Spy flipped the man face down and rammed into him. He couldn't watch anymore. It had only been eight hours since he had 'died' that last night; was the Sniper really that loose or had he moved on that easily? BLU Spy watched the man glide over and untie the Sniper's hands, murmuring in a low tone, "You can leave if you'd like." "Wot about him..." The Aussie motioned to the BLU Spy. The only response was a shrug from the masked man standing over him. Sniper remained in place, squeezing his fists open and closed. "Do you really care what 'appens to zees man? 'e 'ad you captured and tortured. I'd consider zees justice, wouldn't you?" For a moment the point seemed to be considered. The sharpshooter looked over the tied up man but remained, unmoving from his spot. "Nah I think I'm where I need ta be, thanks mate." RED nodded, //"At least he doesn't want you dead, that's a good sign."//, he smiled at the Sniper, //"He knows if he tries anything, I'll kill you. I think he would miss you after all..."// He was really starting to piss the BLU assassin off. //"Since I'm in no mood to see the bushman cry, why don't we come to an agreement yes?"// The Sniper was already working the ties from around his lover's wrists, paranoid and frustrated at not being able to understand either of the men for the most part. He searched the BLU Spy's face for any indication of what the other was saying. //"Show me what your 'love' looks like and I'll let you both live for the moment,// He spoke in a taunting, condescending tone. //"How..."// the freed assassin asked reluctantly with no desire to actually hear the man's request. RED Spy breathed in the last bit of his cigarette, flicking it to the ground and grinding it under the tip of his shoe into the floor, //"Fuck him."// //"...What?"// Sniper didn't need to know French to know from the BLU Spy's tone of voice that something was just not going right. The incredulous look on the assassin's face as he stared down the RED Spy, glaring, the first time the sharpshooter ever remembered the man looking this rattled. //"The both of you,"//, the RED assassin began slowly as if the other man were an idiot, //" undress, get on the bed in whatever fashion you desire, and fuck each other."// The RED Spy had no actual desire to see the two men go at it. This was a personal matter. Two long weeks ago, as the RED Spy lay on his back in one of the long tunnels of the battlements, after having holes punched through his limbs, barely able to move let alone stand and walk, he swore that if he ever had a chance to catch and kill the parties responsible for his condition, he would. And to say it was a coincidence that as he lay cloaked, nearly bleeding to death, that the RED Spy would see his BLU counterpart *delicately* carrying and *gently* placing the unconscious RED Sniper to the ground, was an understatement. The RED assassin was sure he would be caught by the other undamaged BLU Spy, but was surprised to see his opposite more concerned with...other matters. The BLU Spy's hand glided across the Sniper's bloodied head almost lovingly. And it was especially odd to watch the man lean his forehead against the Aussie's and murmur something in French that NO professional should ever utter in any language... //"Forgive me..."// Immediately after his utterance, his BLU bat-totting teammate made his way into the tunnel, passing completely over the body of the RED Spy as he sprinted yelling out orders to the BLU Spy who played it cool as he roughly picked the Sniper up and threw the rag doll body over his shoulder. Further investigation was merited, the RED assassin decided as he dragged his body to, luckily, where the RED Medic was able to see him before his team abandoned the field. It became wonderfully obvious that things between his Sniper and their Spy were much more intricate, filled with emotional attachment that one could liken to a dog and its owner. RED Spy knew what love was, with a proper woman, at the correct time, but never let that relationship interfere with his job. Fucking the Sniper was just a joke, and was quite enjoyable, especially when he became aware of the power he lorded over the man. That alone got him off, knowing he could completely control the human that so many on the RED team now respected ever since his 'heroic' return. With certainty that the two idiots were in a relationship that was not only disgusting and abhorrent, but completely against every regulation set in place was delicious; He wondered how the offence "anally fucking the enemy" would be punishable. RED Spy watched the two, Sniper still completely unaware of what was going on or going to happen as the BLU Spy placed a gentle gloved hand under his chin, a forced smile held to ease the tension from the situation. The sharpshooter's eyes flicked over to the man who stared them down. "Wot does he want..." The Spy leaned in slowly and kissed the confused man, who immediately pushed back, eyes flicking from the face before him to the voyeur and back. "Not fuckin' NOW-" "You wanted to know what 'e wants..." Sniper looked over to his RED comrade, a look of disgust and anger plastered on his face. The cobra sneered, "Take all ze time you need, but you should know zat if I get bored I won't 'esitate to 'urt one of you, and I would much rather watch both of you awkwardly fuck each other..." Before the shooter could spit back an angry retort and physically get up and go after the man, the BLU Spy let a small soft hushing sound escape from his lips. "Geev him what 'e wants," it was a less than convincing argument, but the assassin was starting to feel very sexually frustrated. The taste of the man's lips still lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the sudden hot feel he was experiencing left his face burning and body tingling. Sniper's eyes had drifted over to the RED Spy who mused. "Do not look at him," Spy took the man by the chin and turned his attention, "concentrate on me..." he leaned in again, lips grazing the Sniper's, "on zees..." mouth opening slightly, tongue poking out, he took the Aussie's bottom lip between his. Everything that related to the taste and texture of the Sniper made the Spy feel safe and warm. He wanted to take everything at a painfully slow pace so he could prolong their sex and satiate the aching hunger he had. Masturbating over the memories of the Sniper taking him could only be so enjoyable but the small hope of being able to have sex with him again kept his body hot with want, and made every orgasm seem that much more real. Spy whimpered as the Sniper became more comfortable returning the kiss feverishly pressing his open mouth against his, sucking on the tongue that pushed its way into his mouth, the taste of cigarette smoke still coating the wet wiggling muscle. The Australian's hands gripped the Spy's jacket pulling him closer. Their bodies crushed together as one wrapped his arms around the other not sure of what to do first, the other sloppily ripping at clothing and only making the tangled mess more impossible. RED Spy looked on, becoming bored and angry with the pair's comfort. Sniper cupped his lover's erection as the Spy tried to sort out the mess with their clothing, fumbling with buttons as teeth and tongue went at his throat unrelentingly, sending hot sparks up and down his body, through his fingers and arms making him feel weak all over. //"Enjoy him while you can, my friend. When will ever be able to have this pleasure again?"// The BLU Spy ignored the baiting but noticed the Sniper becoming uneasy again. Vying for the man's attention, he pulled off his dress jacket and tie, lying back on the bed. Spy gently bit the tip of each finger, pulling his gloves off slowly, eyes locked on the Aussie. Glove from one hand discarded, he splayed his legs and began to work his hand over his still clothed body while giving the other hand the same meticulous treatment, smirking playfully. Sniper licked lips with the tip of his tongue, entranced by the movements. His shirt only took seconds to pull off, the few buttons left popping from their slots. His fingers went to the Spy's shirt as the man eyed his body. Sadness formed as a lump in Spy's throat as he was finally able to see the damage of the abuse the man had taken while held captive. Long scars and marks that overlapped large dark bruised and scrapes ran the length of his Sniper's body. He still appeared a tad thin, and the stitches that were meant to hold the deepest wounds closed were ripped open or sloppily sewn back together. It hurt the most to see the hand shaped around it on the Sniper's throat. The assassin didn't realize it but his hand had traveled up to the man's throat, encircling until the marks matched up with his own fingers. His heart sank until he felt a gentle grasp on his extended hand. The Sniper laced his fingers in between the other man's and smiled as he pinned the hand back, apply slight weight to the man's body as he leaned down. Spy could feel lips at his ear as the man murmured, "They don't hurt anymore now." Sniper's hands fumbled with the BLU assassin's pants as he unzipped and tugged them down. Feeling the clothing fall completely from his body as his bare chest touched the Sniper's lightly as he breathed in and out, Spy began to involuntarily murmur in French, words and phrases that weren't foreign to the Sniper, just completely incomprehensible. He'd heard them all before and ignored them, but the RED Spy found them more interesting in context. //"I've missed your lips on my skin, your tongue in my mouth...// Sniper's mouth went to his ear working at the soft skin of Spy's shoulder as he shifted and wiggled from the rest of his clothing, pressing his erection against the other man's. //"I want to feel you inside me. I've missed you being inside me..."// the BLU assassin groaned, eyes half lidded and voice filled with lust, still murmuring in another language lost to the man who was currently gripping both their cocks together and firmly stroking. The RED Spy could feel his face flush. "I have no idea...what the fuck you're sayin'..." Sniper said between gasps for air, "but don't stop...unh." Sniper had to slow down. The Spy let out an angry growl as the fingers around his cock disappeared. The Aussie leaned over, reaching under the pillow behind the man's head, pulling a small bottle of lotion from underneath. Spy smirked, "Got a beet lonely, mon cher?" The Aussie merely rubbed the cold slick substance in his hand and shoved two slick fingers inside the man below. The assassin choked on his words and let out a deep guttural groan. "That should shut you up nicely..." Sniper leaned down kissing the Spy's covered ear. The situation was slipping from the RED Spy's grasp quickly. He found it hard to pull his gaze from the two as the Sniper slowly eased himself into the body below him that arched up. The BLU Spy ran his bare fingertips up and down his body as his leg was lifted over the sharpshooter's shoulder. Both their mouths hung open, as did the RED Spy's. He watched the Sniper roll his hips, snapping forward as the Frenchman beckoned him harder and faster. The RED voyeur stared, angry with himself for the feelings of pleasure as he watched the scene before him. The BLU Spy's head lolled to the side, eyes finding focus on his opposite's face. His smirk made the RED grind his jaw, but the next action pushed the man over the edge as the BLU assassin flicked him the finger, a wide victorious sneer growing as the Australian grunted and pounded into him harder, sounding close to orgasm. The BLU assassin's eyes rolled back into his head. He became completely unaware of his surroundings... and the RED Spy who rose slowly from his chair and walked silently behind the Sniper. He was close, so close. The friction between their bodies caused the warm sensation to rise further. The beautiful pressure from the body above the BLU Spy disappeared. Behind the Sniper knelt the man who held complete control of the pair. The RED Spy's palms pressed to the nude man's stomach and chest, pulling him against himself, as the Sniper awkwardly adjusted to the situation. "Get the fuck off of 'im." The BLU Spy growled. The RED assassin forced the Sniper's hips forward. //"Are you still enjoying yourself..."// he kneed the sharpshooter in the back further driving him into the man below, who arched up and groaned, //"Do you still want to reach your orgasm?"// The Sniper leaned back, trying to remove himself but only received another sharp jab into the small of his back urging him forward. //"Do you want to cum?..."// The RED Spy hummed to his foil. Sniper couldn't help himself. He wanted to continue, but this felt wrong. It felt as though he was raping the man below him, as the RED Spy coerced the movements of his body, forcing his hips into a rhythm. The knee in his back was becoming painful, and the pleasure Sniper found with each thrust made him regret ever pulling out. The BLU Spy attempted to retort but could only moan. //"You don't care who fucks you as long as someone is riding your ass..."// Sniper watched as as the BLU assassin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to move away from him. The Australian wanted to turn and smash his fist into the RED Spy's face, and would have if the feeling of a cold, sharp metal blade hadn't graze against the skin of his back. The marksman glanced backward, RED Spy sneering at him, prodding him with his blade while sinking his teeth into the rough bruised skin Sniper's throat. The sharpshooter's body lengthened as he avoided the knife, leaning his head back as the firm jaw locked around the tendon in his neck held him in place. The BLU Spy finally opened his eyes, staring at the Sniper who was arched back in a lovely way against the RED Spy...who did not appear to be RED at all anymore. The BLU Spy was staring himself down, or more specifically the RED Spy cloaked in his color. The dominate 'BLU' dragged his tongue up the Aussie's neck, in a long, slow line, sneering. His intense gaze was unwavering. In that moment the assassin's body shuddered, orgasm rolling through his body, unrelenting despite his anger. He dug his nails into the Sniper's jerking hips as he watched the Aussie's chest expand and contract, taking deep gulps of air as he slowly came down from his high, short little thrusts riding out the ecstasy of his completion. The RED Spy uncloaked returning to his bright crimson color, a devious grin on his face, "So much for your love for 'im, /mon cher/." With a smug look of satisfaction, RED rose from the creaking bed, gently pressing his hand against a slight crease in his suit, smoothing it out. The rickety metal door smacked its frame as it swung shut. Sniper rolled to the side of the Spy lying beside him in bed taking in deep breaths. The Frenchman reached down beside the bed, pulling his pants to himself and fishing a cigarette from the little shiny case inside one of the pockets. "Zat man deserves to be shot in ze fucking face..." He murmured, cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, lighting the end. He took a long drag and passed it to the Sniper who slowly raised his hand and took the smoke, gratefully. "Wot did he mean when he said that..." Spy of course knew what the man was referring to; the last comment made by the snake before he promptly left. The phrase rolled around in his mind as he tried to think of the best lie to tell the Sniper. "I don't know." It was weak, exceedingly weak, but in Spy's defense he was post-coital and hanging on to the tiny thread of pride he had left. If the Sniper had pushed the subject, he would have caved, would have told him he really did value the man as a friend...more than a friend... But there was no talking, just peaceful silence. "I thought I killed you." Sniper cleared his throat, tripping over the last few words. He coughed as he took the last drag from the Spy's cigarette flicking the ashes off. Spy rolled over and smoothly sat on the Sniper's hips, taking the rough calloused hand in his, "Would you like me to show you where you would 'ave shot me?" "Tryin' to make me feel worse about it?" Spy shook his head, a small smile playing at his facial features, "Non, not at all," he said, studying the man's hand, "I want to show you 'ow good you are." It was as if he found sport in making light of morbidity, the Sniper thought as he gave a lopsided smile. His hand was pressed to the center of the Spy's chest firmly. "Right 'ere." He could feel the light thumping of the man's heart from where his palm was pressed. A pleasant, steady beating beneath the warm flesh. Sniper stared at his as his fingertips slipped down the sweaty skin. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He liked the way the Spy's muscles twitched as he dragged his fingers in lines up and down. His lover let out a long breath, soothed by the gentle touches that scattered in patterns over his body. The long sinews in the Spy's neck were irresistibly tense, the Sniper thought as his nails grazed skin and fingers pushed under the slight edge of his mask, the flesh of the jaw underneath scratchy with stubble. He began to pull his hands away until he heard the small murmur of, "Don't stop..." The words sounded uncertain and confused the Sniper who kept his hands still as the Spy leaned his head down using the firm hands of the sharpshooter to drag his mask away. Sniper's hands cupped the uncovered face that was made of smooth planes that ended in sharp angles. Skin was marred by small scars and marks of age, the flesh underneath his eyes was dark and made the blue eyes the Sniper had often overlooked seem piercing. His long nose slopped gracefully to a point. He rubbed his thumbs against the man's cheeks, staring. "I am human under zees mask..." the Spy said in a low voice. The remark was strange but hit a chord. Sniper had never really thought of the Spy as another person; he was an ethereal entity that seemed shapeless and nameless. But the sharpshooter was staring into the face of another human, a human with the same vulnerabilities as he, the same emotions... Had the Frenchman told the RED Spy he had feelings for him? Sniper's eyes stayed locked on the light blue irises the disappeared behind eyelids with each slow, tired blink from the Spy. The sharpshooter couldn't bite his tongue before he mumbled out, "You're handsome." His face flushed instantly, embarrassed, wishing he could take back the complement that he would never live down. Spy smirked, the mask rolling back down over his face. Sniper tried to quickly memorize, knowing full well he may never see the man under that mask again. With a sluggishness that denoted exhaustion, Spy removed himself from atop the Sniper. "I 'ave to leave now..." Sniper caught the man's wrist pulling at him, "It's too late to leave..." "I can't stay, mon cher..." Sniper smiled, his grip around the man's wrist unremitting, "Shhhh..." Spy couldn't help but smile back, lying down beside the man, feeling warm arms wrap around his cooling body. The Aussie murmured as he began to slip into sleep, smile still on his lips, "You'll be gone before anyone notices, I promise..." Spy trusted the words of reassurance. The warm, sleeping body pressed against his was all he needed, though. The little voice in the back of his head told him that this was what he wanted. He did not want to be alone.
Mon Petit Becassine By : I eat paste Part 1 (Iz seems to have skipped to the end) (And this is just copy pasted from what I have so the formatting is probably shite) ---- Sniper wasn't really as unapproachable as everyone believed him to be. He enjoyed gathering with his RED teammates for long drawn out battle meetings that Soldier had insisted upon having. Only a few of them ever showed up, finding most of the information irrelevant when the battle started. Sniper would make an appearance though and sit there quietly as Soldier would belt out ideas concerning the stabilization of the front and forcing the enemy back, scribbling nonsense lines over a dirty chalkboard, barking insults: "maggots", "ladies", "idiots". The strategy never really effected him, he had nothing to say that would add to any ideas. Sniper was stuck in that god-forsaken little wooden shack, picking off anyone that came into view. His work distanced himself from everyone. He would smirk as Scout and Demo would suggest inane strategies that would involve Scout, covered in sticky bombs, hurling himself at the enemy. Heavy would ask why they were planning anything when obviously he and Medic only needed a few seconds to mow down the "leedle men" in their way. Engineer was only concerned with where his sentries would be most useful and not easily destroyed. Hell, even Pyro seemed to have a place in the conversation throwing out a "huddah huddah" after Soldier would finish a statement. They fit together well, the lot of them, Sniper would think to himself. And although Sniper enjoyed his team, them they seemed taken aback by his presence. His teammates often muttered about how he was the creepy guy who would sit up in his nest and "talk to himself". A fucking slap in the face. Whenever any of them came up to chat he'd oblige them, give them booze, a decent conversation or at least someone to talk at. Every evening, he'd drag himself down from his nest knowing that whoever he'd talk to that day would ignore him or look at him like they had no clue what he was talking about. It was all either a cruel joke or they were all just afraid of letting the others know they were associating with him. For instance, just a day past, Sniper mentioned a joke that Scout told him that day. The kid twisted up his face and ran off shaking his head, mumbling "crazy fuckin' piss jar flingin' chowdahead...". And last week, after coming down only a few hours after a short conversation with the Engineer about some technical bullshit that he'd only feigned interest in to begin with, the Texan had the balls to pretend he'd never talked to him that day. And so Sniper sat and contemplated his status as the pariah of the team, drinking his coffee up in his lonely nest. 'Is it because I live in a van?' he thought as he put down his coffee mug and glanced through his gun's sight. The waves of heat emitting from the ground were not helping with his vision. He wiped his forehead. "'S probably the jars..." He mumbled to himself as he lined a BLU scout up in his cross hairs. RED Demoman was tailing him, shooting stickybombs until he stopped the darting lad long enough for Sniper to get his shot. BLAM! The kid's head was nothing but a red cloud. From his sight he could see the Demoman give him a wave of thanks, and take off behind the rocks at the far end of the field. And Sniper was alone again to stew. Until minutes later he heard a loud knocking on the hatch door. "'old on, mate" Sniper grumbled. If they bothered to knock they didn't mean harm. Sniper pulled open the hatch and to his wide-eyed surprise, Demoman climbed through. "Gies a' hand up!" Sniper grabbed the outstretched hand of the obviously drunken man. How the hell could the man have gotten here that fast? He didn't look drunk running on the field. Sniper knew he was losing it now. "How did ya get up here so fast" He adjusted his aviators and hat after helping the man through, looking him over thoroughly. The man grabbed at the bottle of booze sitting by the window, "I dunnae know wha' ya mean, mate." No, he wasn't going crazy. That feeling was replaced by suspicion. Over the next week Sniper watched his visiting teammates closely, realizing he was never talking to his teammates at all. Engineer's southern drawl was off. "Havin' some problems are ya?" Sniper's eyes narrowed at the man as he gripped his gun. "Not feelin' too good today" Engineer answered back shortly with a sheepish smile. One afternoon late in the week as Scout left Sniper's nest, Sniper watched the boy longer than he usually would. When Scout thought he was out of sight, he shoved a cigarette in his mouth and strolled away. -- Being alone was nice, being lonely was another thing. It was like a tease to finally have the chance to be around others only to be cooped up. Before it was normal to be alone, being in the Outback. There was nothing else. Now it was... Well, it was all a lie anyway. A strange one at that. The man who was coming up to see him was obviously a BLU Spy. But why had he talked on such a regular basis? Why hadn't he killed, maimed, or at least stabbed him? Sniper adjusted the glasses on his face, planting himself on a creaky wood crate. He couldn't focus today, not while he waited on his visitor. Pulling a gun or knife on a teammate purely based on suspicion would make him look even crazier, but Sniper was sure of himself now. The bottle of booze rattled a little. Someone was coming up the stairs. Sniper sat still, glaring at the hatch. Who the hell would he be this time? Medic? Pyro? "Hey, man!" Scout's voice echoed as his fist pounded impatiently at the hatch door, "C'mon Snipes open up! I've gotta bone to pick wit ya!" Sniper glared and quickly flung open the door. Scout was holding his shoulder yelling obscenities as Sniper hauled the squirming young man up by the front of his shirt and threw him in the room. Scout was shocked into silence for a split second before meeting the glaring Sniper's gaze with an angry look of his own. "What the FUCK is WRONG with you man!" he yelled as he gestured to his profusely bleeding shoulder, "do you not SEE me runnin' around out theh with a fuckin' BLU Soldier firin' fuckin' rockets at my ass or do you need me to rearrange your face so you can see out of ya little fuckin' telescope better you cocksu-?!" The end of his sentence was cut short as the Australian slammed him up against the wall, blade drawn up against the boy's throat. Scout threw his hands up to the sides of his head. "Woah, woah, woah, okay, okay, bushman take it easy there, I-I'm just fuckin' wit ya. I didn't mean nothin-" "QUIET." Sniper spat back as he held him against the wall, slightly groping at his face, feeling for the tell-tale signs of a papermask. Realizing that the man who he already thought to be batshit crazy was losing it further, Scout could do nothing but pray that Sniper would stop groping at his face and leave him the fuck alone. Sniper froze as the realization dawned on him; he was pinning his own teammate to the wall. The look on Scout's face read pure terror. Sniper quickly dropped the boy who then made a mad dash for the exit before the older man could even begin to sputter out the excuse for his actions. "Shit", he mumbled to himself as he grabbed at the booze bottle on the window sill taking a long drink. From the corner of his eye, a black hat popped up from the open hatch in the floor. Sniper quickly stood up giving distance to Scout who came up through the hatch, looking surprisingly unshaken. Head down, and adjusting his hat more than necessary the Aussie quickly blurted out, "I-I'm sorry kid...for what I did just now an' all. I just got the feeling that I was being taken for a fool by a Spy. I was bein'... cautious." The reply came from a deeper voice, with a thick accent of a different kind. "It eez understandable. I would be cautious if I were you also." Sniper's muscles flinched as he felt cool metal from a short knife run slowly along this throat, his eyes meeting a sneering masked face. --- "Seet, S'il vous plai." The BLU Spy nodded curtly to the crate behind the man. Sniper angrily obeyed and watched as Spy bent down to his eye level as if he were a child. Smoke seeped out from between his lips seeming to lengthen that smirk that Sniper so badly wanted to wipe right off his face. Knife point pressed firmly to Sniper's chest, Spy looked the man over, settling on his sunglasses. How far was his kukri? He'd dropped after letting Scout go. It was as if Spy was reading his thoughts when he broke the silence saying,"So much as look at it and I'll not hesitate to slice you open," Spy mocked a frown, "And zat would make me quite unhappy. Who would I 'ave to talk to?" Sniper's jaw clenched tightly, curling his hands into fists in an attempt to resist the urge to take a swing. "Relax, mon ami, no one eez going to bother us for long time, not with ze way you handled zat Scout." "Tha' was meant for you, mate." "Zat eez too bad /mate/. I was starting to believe that you truly enjoyed my company," Spy turned away from Sniper, who quickly reached for his gun in a desperate attempt. The Spy's butterfly flipped quickly through the air sinking into the Sniper's arm. With a loud hiss, Sniper recoiled. Spy was already at his side (how the fuck was he so fast?) pulling the knife quickly from Sniper's flesh, as he threw curses out en mass. Spy pointed his handgun resting the business end gently against the man's forehead. "Believe me when I say zat 'urt me as much as it 'urt you, mon ami." The fucker was toying with him. "WANKER! JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!" Spy flipped the knife closed and pocketed it, "I don't want to kill you. Eef I wanted to I would have done zat ages ago. And believe me it was planned." Sniper squeezed his arm tightly to stop the bleeding. "You were good for finding out beets of information at first and zen you became a good way to practice," Spy gently wrapped his fingers around the long neck of the Sniper's gun, pulling it out of reach, and along with it Sniper's only hope of escape, "although I do have to admeet my Engineer eez still a bit off," Spy sucked the last of his cigarette away, flicked it to the floor, and grinned, "but you still bought into my acting. You are pathetically endearing, mon ami." This was more painful than being stabbed to death. At least he'd go out like a man. Having to listen to the spook go on about his immense incompetence was torture. He was pathetic. Sniper flushed in anger, but more so in embarrassment. Spy enjoyed watching the Sniper squirm. He was the cat and the Sniper was a little bird trapped up in his nest who was just too inviting, too incredibly lonely to take the time to investigate his visitors. The blush staining Sniper's cheeks was irresistible. Spy reached out a gloved hand and skimmed his fingertips across the Aussie's cheek who immediately pulled away from the touch. Perfect. The sun was beginning to set. The Australian had lost track of how much time had passed. Minutes ticked by painfully as he watched the spook lick his teeth and sneer. The intensity of the BLU Spy's stare made Sniper's stomach lurch. He remembered staring like that at RED Scout, well, he thought it was RED Scout at the time... The sun was bright and seemed to bounce off of every brightly colored object that morning. RED Scout was crouched down below the window sill, catching a quick glimpse of the battlements as he bobbed up and down. BLU was moving in on their territory quickly. The older man had his hands full and had asked Scout to help spot enemies. The young man bounced in frustration "I can't SEE anything it's too fuckin' bright man- I dunno! Try left!" Sniper swung his gun to the left quickly as a BLU Pyro ran behind a wall. "Fuck." Sniper murmured to himself, too deep in concentration to really be listening to Scout's complaints about the sun. "MAN it is hot as shit out there! Who the fuck thought it was a good idea t-" "Shhhh..." Sniper followed the BLU Pyro, who was taking chase behind their RED Heavy. "I mean you've got big ass sunglasses, man!" Sniper jumped slightly, throwing off his shot, pinging the Pyro in the shoulder. Luckily, it alerted the Heavy who turned and mowed down the firebug. He glared at the young man, who realized his mistake and offered a "You still got him anyway!" as an apology. Scout remained still for a while, trying to show a little more respect for Sniper, but began fidgeting moments later. "Fuck, it's hot as shit..." Scout peeled off his shirt, his sweat coated skin sticking to the material as it was removed. Maybe it was the heat or maybe his anger, but Sniper gave Scout a long, intense stare. Scout noticed the look, smirking. "See somethin' you like, buddy?" Scout flexed his arm. Sniper felt his gut jump, as he tore his eyes back to his gun, nearly forgetting where he was at the moment. He fired again, downing an enemy. His heart was pounding, from which stimulus he couldn't say. Crazy fucking kid. Scout had always been a bit of an egotist but hell he kid was practically...hitting on him. It's all in your head, the Australian convinced himself. Sniper flinched as he felt Scout touch his face gently, and then grabbed the wire arm of his sunglasses pulling them off his face, and placing them on his. "The 'ell are you doin' kid?!" he barked as he made a quick grab at them as Scout ducked out of the way easily. They looked comically big on his face as he tried to mock Sniper by firing a mimed rifle. "I think I might hafta borrow these sometime, they look good on me right?" The sun really was bright. Sniper squinted slightly at the boy, annoyed. Scout looked over the top of the lenses, "You're a good lookin' guy Snipes..." Sniper's eyebrows rose slightly surprised by the comment. Scout sneered, "Maybe you should quit wearing these fuckin' piss colored sunglasses all the time," he tossed the glasses back to Sniper who put them back on quickly, still thinking over the comment as he watched Scout make a quick exit without another word. Sniper snapped back to reality when he felt the gloved hand skim his face again and grab his sunglasses pulling them off slowly. "Eet eez too dark now for these, no?" The gun planted to his head was gone and was replaced by Spy's forehead. Spy's thumbs rubbed against his strong jaw. Sniper could feel himself relax inexplicably. He was too tired, or maybe he was too confused to react properly as it began happening, as Spy's tongue pressed against his bottom lip and ran across slowly. The sensation of fire shot from his chest to the tips of his ears and nose. The cool night suddenly felt hotter than the day had been. The skin on Sniper's neck prickled as Spy's slightly open lips pushed against his with the kind of control that seemed to take every bit of restraint. Why the fuck wasn't Sniper smashing his fist into Spy's face. Fuck invasion of personal space, the guy was fucking kissing him! And why the hell did this feel so goddamn good... Sniper, thoughts clouded by the sensations shooting through his extremities, was ready to reciprocate the kiss when Spy's lips slowly curled into a smirk and peeled away from his. Sniper's vision came back to him. The room was pitch black, Spy seemed to melt back into the darkness, cloaking. Sniper's vision came back into focus as he shot up from the rickety crate seat. He could hear the hatch open, but could seen nothing. His head whirled, blood rushing, headache seizing him and throwing him out of his euphoria.
Mon Petit Becassine By : I eat paste Part 2 --- BLU Spy had never shown interest in the dealings of his teammates. They were boring, so very predictable, and seemed to fall into the same mold as RED. He swore if both teams met without color coded uniforms donned, they'd get along fine. This whole battle or war or whatever the hell they wanted to call it was only a silly game to the BLU Spy. And he thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it; the deception, the backstabbing and the stealth that his job involved was intriguing. And the Frenchman was very, very good at his job. He'd determined that working with his team was nothing but a detriment to his skill. Let them ruin the game for themselves with their endless tactical debates and largely unnecessary weaponry and constant yelping of complaints to each other. They didn't understand. The BLU Spy had one last Australian hurdle to overcome to complete his personal victory of being able to infiltrate, isolate, and kill one of every type of member of the RED team. Yes, the RED Sniper cooped up in his "nest" was his last. Puffing a cigarette as he stood beside the ladder leading up to the hatch of the little wooden box the assassin was held up in, Spy mulled over the best way to go about his mission. No one was readily around. This would be too easy. The man had already done half his job. Not a RED was in earshot of the Sniper's perch. The man was completely alone. Flicking the cigarette to the ground, he disguised himself as a RED Scout. Spy gave a few bangs and a push on the hatch door that was a part of the floor of the nest. It must have been latched shut. He could hear the man inside turn, take a few steps and snap something metal above him. Spy waited a few seconds and then pushed the door. It gave way. The disguised professional climbed through, eyeing the man who had this gun trained on him. "Yo man what the fucks with the rifle pointin' at my face?" he said in the best 'nervous Scout' he could muster. Maybe he should have cloaked and snuck up. The door was locked though and the room was so amazingly small the man would have noticed something instantly... Sniper held his glare on the Scout. Fuck, here it comes... And then smiled. "I'm only kiddin' with ya, kid. You can take a break up here for a bit..." The tall man adjusted his hat and sat back down by the window, staring at the field through his scope. /'Take a break'?/ The Spy thought back to his last (and final) encounter with the BLU Sniper. Due to his lack of vigilance and overall hatred for the masked man, BLU Sniper usually ignored the Frenchman's need for backup. Spy limped, or rather dragged, himself up to the assassin's hold up. He needed somewhere to go just to recoup, Spy couldn't find Medic at all. He entered through the hatch in the floor, still favoring his leg. Standing on the ladder was uncomfortable, but the look that the Aussie was giving him was even worse. That and the gun pointed squarely at his chest. "Leave, spook." Spy gave him an incredulous look. "My fucking leg eez bleeding." He growled back, gesturing with a blood covered hand to his leg. "Go find the Medic." Teeth clenched half in pain and half in anger, he answered back, "Eef I could find 'im I would not be 'ere, mon ami." Sniper swung his rifle around, cracking the man in the side of the head, sending him down in a daze. Reacting quickly, Spy found himself gripping a rung on the ladder to keep himself from falling. "GET OUT THERE AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB, WANKER." The RED Sniper was obviously not like his BLU counterpart... The RED disguised Spy darted his way up trying to imitate the energetic illiterate the best he could, bouncing up and down, foul language wrapped in his conversation as he complained about the battle/teammates/weather/food... The Sniper listened, or at least seemed to, his eyes still on the field. He'd answer back with a soft sound of agreement or sympathy depending on what was said. And the longer the Spy tried to convince the sharpshooter of his Scout-ness, the more he felt comfortable with the man. Spy was losing his nerve and in the end he agreed with himself that the Sniper would be good to gather information from. He couldn't kill him, not just yet. Resolved in his plan, he climbed down from nest, pulling the mask from his face and lighting a cigarette. Now standing outside the window of the Australian's trailer, staring in at the man who paced back and forth inside, Spy felt resolved once again in his actions to come. The Spy only had to wonder vaguely if the Sniper had been thinking of him since their last encounter. He smirked as he saw the obvious look of paranoia plastered on his face as he paced about, rubbing at the bandage on his arm. Sniper was restless. After finally gaining enough confidence to leave his nest, which happened to be the following night, he was hit with a barrage of questions from his team. He remained nondescript through the whole ordeal of questioning. No one seemed to be concerned with his bloodied arm at the time. It was just a flesh wound after all, really, Sniper tried to convince himself as pain shot through his arm to his head clouding his answers. "So you vere suspicious of ze Scout, thinking zat he vas ze Spy, ja?" It must have been the fourth time the Medic had asked the question. Why the fucking Medic was his interrogator could only be left to the imagination. He was quite intimidating under the single lit bulb. "I felt like I was bein' watched, Doc. I didn't know if he was a Spy or not...I was just edgy..." Sniper's words faded off. Shit, the wound was starting to bleed again through the makeshift bandage. The German looked from his face to his arm seeming to relish slightly in the man's pain, "I am satisfied, Herr. You should take zis," the Medic slid a pill he had pulled from a bottle in his jacket across the table, "and lie down. I vill be around to tend to your wound, I have prior engagements I must attend to vith ozah patients." Sniper nodded and cupped the pill in his hand. "Make sure you're somewhere you can sleep after taking zat. It iz quite powerful." As soon as he'd gotten to his mobile home, the pill was down his throat followed by some very old, very strong coffee. He began to think the good doctor had given him a placebo because he felt nothing. His arm still ached and bled, his head was still clear besides the pain and slight paranoia that fogged over it, and he was wide awake. Ten minuted into his pacing and Sniper began to feel dizzy. A frightening but welcome numbness overcame him. He hit the bed face first, laid out in a sloppy fashion. His last thought was of the BLU Spy's smoke shrouded face...and that sneer. "Wanker..." Spy stood over the man's motionless body, removing the hat that was half covering his face. He sat back in an old wooden chair across the room from the bed, fiddling with the hat. He would wait until the man woke, there was no rush, not with the Medic 'tending' to the Soldier. -- "...up....wake....wake up." Bleary eyed, Sniper regained consciousness, the Medic looming over him. "My arms are still numb from whatever you gave me..." the recumbent man slurred out. Medic shook his head, smirking. "No zey are not, Herr. I've tied zem." Sniper's eyes went wide as he tugged immediately at his wrists. Looking up he found they were in fact bound by a long blue tie...Eyes darting back, he watched as the German took a long drag of the cigarette sticking from his mouth examining the small knife he held. "What the BLOODY 'ELL are you DOING?!" Sniper yelled as he flailed around helplessly. "I am going to give you a thorough physical," the "German" murmured past his cigarette, ash flicking gently off the end. His eyes went from his knife to the restrained man. That look of hopeless panic was exciting. He was going to enjoy sinking his teeth into that neck, watching those eyes roll back. Would he sound this desperate screaming in ecstasy? Sniper tried to bite at the finger tips that were skimming his lips. "Your desperation eez that of a caged animal," the French accent seemed strange coming from the Medic, who quickly formed into the BLU Spy. He sighed in a mocking way. "I've meesed you so much, I've been thinking of you, mon ami, I 'ope I've been in your thoughts..." The ones that included the Sniper rendering him limb from limb, yes. Silence filled the room as the Spy waited in vain for a response, only to be met by searing glare from the man below him. "Please, do not pretend that you 'aven't mused over our last meeting..." his hand moved to the other man's pants, squeezing gently. The struggling began again. Spy watched as the man pulled harder and harder at the bounding gaining no ground. He took the last drag from his cigarette and flicked it out. After only a few minutes, the struggling ceased, leaving Sniper flushed in the face and looking completely irresistible. Spy licked his teeth as he slowly positioned himself in a straddle over the man, who resisted the urge to buck him off. "Either kill me or let me go. Guaranteed... if I get out of this on my own... I'll rip your fucking throat out." Sniper said darkly between breaths. "Mmmm, do not tease me." Spy said mocking his seriousness as he ran his hands up and down the man's chest. "What the FUCK do you want from me? I'm not going to tell you shit, fucking frog wank-" "Do you think I care what you know about your battle plans or strategies?" Spy snapped at him, "I 'ave told you before, eef I wanted to kill you I would not 'ave wasted time becoming fond of you, mon ami." Sniper would not allow the small feeling of happiness he felt impede his judgement. Fond of him? He had never actually been told his company was enjoyed before. spy leaned down close to his ear whispering, "You try desperately to 'ide it, but your eyes give you away." The cryptic message stuck in the back of Sniper's head. Deep down he understood as the masked assassin's eyes fixated on his, "You are not the only one, mon cher." The Australian said nothing as the man on top of him began where they last ended. Sniper could taste the strong lingering ash of cigarettes as the man's tongue pressed against his lips. A poison fitting for the man who was coiling around him, depriving him of nearly all oxygen as thin, wet lips wrapped around his, tongue licking and tasting. No, he would not give in. The Australian kept his jaw tightly set as the man above him went about every way of getting the other to participate, all of which sent more pulses from his stomach to his lower regions. Spy's mouth moved from his to the tendons on his neck, sucking gently and then biting down. Sniper overcame the urge to groan and buck his hips in response. Those lips then moved to his ear where those same teeth grabbed and pulled at the lobe, tongue circling around the hard shell. All the while hands worked their way along the inside of his thighs, gently grabbing at the semi hard-on Sniper was so fiercely fighting back. Fuck it felt good. His scalp felt hot. Everything tingled. Clothing felt obtrusive. Sniper wanted to grind into the hand that was rubbing his cock, beg for that tongue to force it's way into his mouth until all he could taste would be those fucking cigarettes... He was nearly at the breaking point when the masked man sat up, arms crossed. He looked annoyed. A small victory for the bound man as he gave a smug, exasperated look.Rather than communicating his great displeasure, Spy went on to another tactic that he knew would break the man. He ran his hands down the red shirt that blocked his view of the skin he so wanted to explore. Sniper's brows furrowed as the switchblade cut through his shirt. He stared at the Spy who seemed intrigued at the long marks that marred the skin below his hands, dragging his fingers over the rising and falling chest, the soft flesh prickling under his touch. Sniper's eyes went wide as the assassin's tongue pressed against his stomach, running over the muscles to the trail of hair above his pant line. "No." was the definitive answer from the Australian, as gloved hands tugged at the man's pants, leading them down farther. Spy ignored the command, smirk ever present as the man's erection was freed. Sniper seemed appalled at his body's reaction. Continuing to take his time, the Spy lazily stroked the man's cock eliciting the smallest hiss from between clenched teeth. With great concentration, the sharpshooter tried his hardest not to enjoy the long slow strokes up and down that ended in a slight squeeze that shot a feeling of dizzying euphoria through his body. Spy gave the man a slightly puzzled look, "You are enjoying this, no?" Sniper ground his teeth together, distrustful of his voice. "Why not let yourself enjoy what feels good?" The question, as simple as it was, seemed to hit Sniper. He could not think of one good reason; the man wasn't hurting him, Sniper was not betraying anything vaguely important. His breathing hitched. No, fuck that, he was RED and the BLU Spy no matter how good his body felt against his... was the enemy. "Get the fuck off of me." The idle left hand of the Spy traveled up and down the inside of his thighs. And the enemy was not to be trusted... Spy sneered, his wet tongue slowly followed behind his hand, biting and sucking the soft flesh. Sniper's tightly clenched eyes shot open. Spy looked enthralled in his work slowly working at the hard column of flesh with one hand, mouth and palm rubbing and touching places he'd never felt any lover tempt to explore. Fucking spook... Within that split second thought Sniper felt electricity travel down his spine. He arched off the bed involuntarily as Spy wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. In his head the question echoed again. /Why not let yourself enjoy what feels good?/ Spy opened his lips carefully and lowered his mouth slowly until he reached the base of the Snipers erection. Slowly his lips conformed to the shaft, deep throating the man with a slight gag. This felt good...so fucking good. Not being lonely felt good. The mental walls began to melt away and suddenly every small touch seemed to amplify. His blood rushed from his flushed face down to his groin as a long deep groan echoed from his chest. "Much better." Spy smirked sitting up and pulling his shirt off quickly, feeling quite hot. Clothing quickly fell to the floor as Sniper attempted to kick off his slacks and Spy leaned up further, beginning to remove his own. Opening and closing his bound hands slowly, watching each item of clothing be removed, Sniper imagined touching that chest, pinning those arms down, making that lean back arch up as he lifted those slender legs over his shoulders... "Untie me." Spy looked up. He hadn't noticed the pair of eyes that were locked on him before but he couldn't pull away from them now. Sniper repeated his request again as Spy finished removing his pants, still staring at the man below him, "Untie me..." The command came out in a shaky breath,"...please." What an enjoyable change in direction. "En Français." It was Sniper's turn to give a puzzled look. "Ask me in French..." Spy found it hard to hide the utter amusement in his voice. He needed the man to beg for this and in what better way than to have him grovel in a language that the Australian probably felt was inferior. "I don't speak French, fucking spoo-" The sentence was ceased with a quick, hard back-handed slap across the face. Spy quickly grabbed the man's erection again and gave a long hard stroke. The anger that boiled up was replaced by lust once again, as the Sniper's growl became a deep moan. He was such an adorable puppet. It was good he didn't have to kill him, it would be a shame at this point. "Say 'please' in French." The man's eyes darted around in thought, biting his bottom lip roughly as if he were trying to recall the words. Spy watched, bemused, ready with another quick slap if the man back-talked him again. "S-...See voo...See voo play." Spy's eyebrows went up quickly, impressed. "Your accent eez 'orrendous.." with a smirk he reached up quickly he tugged the tie, unraveling the knot it in a near instant. Spy found himself on his back, amazed at how quickly the sharpshooter's reaction was. His body was pinned under an incredibly strong upper body that rubbed against his, skin slick with a thin coat of sweat. There was a sudden feeling of vulnerability the Frenchman felt uncomfortable with. He only had time to struggle for a moment before Sniper smashed his lips against his in a terrible uncoordinated kiss, hands moving up and down his body searching for any smooth warm surface that hadn't been touched. Sniper was a fucking animal. Spy pulled a deep breathe of air into his lungs his mouth was finally freed. He clawed at the Sniper's back in an attempt to slow him down. It only seemed to fuel the man's lust further. "Continue on like this, mon ch-cher, and I will start...t-to think you are enjoying yourself..." Spy stutted out as the Sniper ravaged his body. A deep grumble came from the Australian as he sunk his teeth into the Spy's shoulder. If they hadn't been in the Sniper's van, the loud yelp that came from the Frenchman would have alerted every RED team member to their current location. It would probably take the lot of them to pry the lust crazed man from atop of him. Spy took a long hiss of air through his teeth. A slight hmm sound escaped from the Snipers throat. He worked his way down becoming only lips and teeth to the Spy. His stomach was covered in long trails of saliva and small bite marks, every one of them making him wish for more. The Australian's hands were fucking amazing. Those rough, calloused pads running in a strange gentle way along his ribs and back. It made the masked assassin shiver. Between long drags of his tongue along hipbones of the man below Sniper groaned out, "What should we do next..." For being so clueless, he was certainly doing a good job. Spy motioned breathlessly to his clothing on the floor. Sniper grabbed at the pile, following the man's eyes, fishing through the pockets until he felt a small bottle which seemed to stop him in his tracks. "Fuckin' 'ell..." Spy sneered, "That answers one question..." he said, wrapping a long leg around Sniper's back pulling his hips forward. The sharpshooter's eyes moved sharply, studied the Spy's face for a hint of direction. Fuck it, he'd figure it out. He popped open the bottle. Slick cream poured out onto his hand. Using his thumb, he worked it around his palm and fingers, calculating his next move as the languid body below him shifted, legs separating, stomach muscles tightening slightly. Spy wore a confident, cocky grin that hid his nervousness well. He needed to fuck that grin off his face. In one smooth motion, the Australian worked a slick finger into the man below. Spy's back arched up in a jerking motion, a wonderful sight, thought Sniper. Without prior knowledge of what to do in his situation, he worked his finger around listening for any small sounds from the masked man who's eyes drifted slowly closed, concentrating on every feeling from the man's hand. The single digit was large enough to create a small electrical sensation that shot through Spy's belly, coarsing slowly to an end at the tips of his fingers. A small pleased sound escaped from his throat. He felt another digit enter his body. It scissored around inside, stretching, feeling. He was certainly taking his time. Spy allowed himself to lie exposed, watching the Sniper's eyes absorb every tiny movement of his muscles as he finger fucked him.The man's was good with his hands but with a little direction... "Faster, mon cher." The Sniper began to move his finger in and out of the Spy. He watched as the man angled himself, trying to work his hand in the position to send shots of pleasures through his body. The Australian caught on quickly, twisting his wrist around so that every plunge received a moan. His hand seemed not his own anymore. He felt like a voyeur, watching the Spy put a hand to his mouth, eyebrows furrowing. The man below him was speaking but he couldn't understand a goddamn word of it. All that registered was the body writhing below him in so much pleasure it appeared to be painful, as the little voice in the back of his mind repeated: 'what the fuck are you doing'. "What the fuck am I doing..." Sniper murmured. Spy let out a loud noise before forming any English, "Po-ssibly g-giving the most pl...pleasurea...ah..." He was unable to form his witty retort. His nerves were frayed when the Australian grabbed his cock and began to roughly pump. Spy could hear ragged breathing coming from the body above him as one last finger was thrusted into him. He bit down on his hand, choking back the loud groan. He grabbed the Australian's hand, nearing orgasm. "Stop...stop..." He panted, bringing himself back from the brink. Sniper slowed, looking confused. "Stop...and Fuck me..." he was finally able to stutter out ineloquently. In a lust-filled trance, Sniper's lotioned hand went to his hard cock as he watched the Spy's jaw become slack, the parts of his face uncovered by mask turn a deep red. How could he ever have thought this was wrong, the sharpshooter thought to himself, stroking his erection slowly as the masked assassin's chest began to rise and fall at a less panicked pace. Sniper thrusted inside the man below him. His movements were smooth despite the need for completion that came from both men in deep moans, slight jerks of limbs, and the curling of toes. Neither was willing to give in, to end the constant stream of heat going through their bodies. The Australian leaned forward pinning the Spy's erection between their stomachs. With every thrust, Sniper's sweat slicked belly rubbed against his cock. The masked assassin wanted to hold back but it was impossible now with the Australian's lips close to his ear. Muffled groans of curse words and inaudible phrases reached their apex as Sniper grabbed the Frenchman's ass roughly, unaware that the man's legs were over his shoulders and that he was practically folding him in half. He needed to stop before- "Don't..." Spy grabbed his arm making eye contact for a split second before his eyes rolled into the back of his head again, "...finish inside me." It's like he read his mind. It all ended in a split second. Sniper sank his teeth into the same shoulder as he gave one last buck into the man below. Spy cried out in surprise, the intense, sudden pain mixing with the pleasure of that final thrust. His limbs became stiff as he felt himself release, spilling his cum between their bodies. A long length of harsh breaths came from the Australian as he slowly unclamped his jaws from the man's shoulder, riding out the last throes of pleasure that jolted through him. They untangled, lying next to each other in a daze. Sniper stared at the ceiling, looking over to the Spy who'd lit up a cigarette. Did he really have to grin like that? The feeling of discomfort had the shooter scratching at the bandage on his arm. It must be a mess under the thickly wound wrappings, he thought. But the bandages looked fairly clean and as he peeled the layers away he noticed that his wound was sewn shut. "You are welcome." The Spy said, bemused. "You did this?" "Oui," the Frenchman stroked the face beside his, fingers catching on the slightly beard stubbled skin, "you bleed only when I say you can, mon cher." The comment was oddly endearing. Sniper felt the man shift into a more comfortable position. "Eet eez late." "You can't stay-" Spy threw his fingers over the man's lips, yawning, "Shushhh..." "If someone finds you here-" "I will be gone before anyone notices, I promise..." The sentence faded away into drowsiness. Sniper trusted the words of reassurance. The warm, sleeping body pressed against his was all he needed, though. The little voice in the back of his head told him that this was what he wanted. He did not want to be alone.
Mon Petit Becassine By : I eat paste Part 3 Sniper woke to find himself alone in his bed. Only the faint feeling of warmth left by the body that occupied the space next to his remained. He felt a slight twinge of loneliness hit him. With a long release of air, Sniper rolled over to get up from bed and pick up whatever evidence was left from last night. Pretending that none of it happened would be hard, what with all the bite and suck marks marring his skin, but at least Spy had kept his word... Or so the Australian thought, as he turned and was met with the naked masked man, neatly hanging his suit delicately on the back of an old chair. Spy glanced, barely noting the look of annoyance on the Aussie's face. "Good morning, mon cher-" "You said you weren't going to BE HERE!" Sniper sat upright quickly. "Yes but I thought this would be a lovely surprise for you to wake to..." the assassin said with a hint of sarcasm that went over the Sniper's head. "Some fuckin' surprise..." "I would have gladly left, mon cher, 'ad I not needed to clean up ze mess that was made on me," Spy gestured to his chest. "It's your fuckin' /mess/, mate." "O' no, you mees-understand me, cher, I meant ze stench of your sweat." he snidely answered back to the bedded man. Sniper couldn't help the angry, hurt frown that crossed his face. Fucking Frenchman hurt his feelings. He'd never admit that though. "Just get out, fuckin' wanker..." "Eet eez raining." The masked man replied bluntly. "Fine!" The Australian groaned, rolling over away from the other man, "Just don't make yourself obvious, alright? What is that smell?" "I cleaned out the travesty you call a 'coffee maker'. I am making us coffee, or as close as I can get to it." Sniper mumbled back, "...better be decaf." Spy's eyebrows furrowed. This was the dynamic between the RED Sniper and the BLUE Spy. And although it would appear that they hated each other it was quite the opposite. The Spy continued to visit his lover in his nest, making himself more at home, rarely disguising himself as a RED team member. The Spy peeked out the window as his rifle-toting friend scoped the field slowly. "To your far right." he murmured, trying his best not to jar the Sniper from his concentration, "BLU Scout." Sniper swung around quickly, opening his squinted eye slightly to glance at the man, "You want me to shoot 'im?..." The masked man took a long drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke from his nose, glaring, "'e got mud on my suit this morning..." That was all the reason the Australian needed. BLAM. The Frenchman sneered as the gunman mumbled something to the effect of 'remind me never to wrinkle your pleats...'. "You are ze exception, mon cher." He purred out, "But you are right not to want to cross a professional of my prowess." Sniper tried to stifle a laugh. It instead came out as a loud snort, which made the other man angry. "'ave I made a joke?" "Not laughin' at you, mate..." a large grin was still plastered on the shooter's face. He couldn't help it. Finally he was able to get under the Spy's skin, see the man rattled. As he glanced from his gun's sight he regretted what he'd set in motion. Spy was a intimidating when he was pissed. It was a good idea now to lighten the mood. "So how would you do it." The masked man's eyebrows went up. "If I were to get on your nasty side," Sniper aimed at the BLU Demoman, downing him with one loud, precise shot, "how would you off me?" Spy seemed to enjoy the question from the wide smirk that grew quickly across his face, the cloth covering his cheeks wrinkling at the corners of his eyes. He stood, leaning back against the wall, out of sight from the window, musing. The enjoyment the man was finding freaked the Sniper out a bit as he watched him, deep in thought, coffee mug in hand. "Originally, when I 'ad planned to keel you prior," the Spy began, eyes locked on the Sniper's face, "I would 'ave simply disguised myself as one of your fellow RED team members, waited until your guard was down, and stabbed you in ze back." He paused, gauging the reaction from the Sniper, who seemed fairly calm. "But taking zese past few weeks into account, it would be more difficult, emotionally of course." A slight smile dawned on the Australian's face as he replied back, "Of course." "It would be a crime of passion..." Sniper hummed in response as he took a drink. "You would 'ave betrayed me, I would want to watch you die slowly." "Sure, mate." "I would..." Spy took a quick glance out the open window to make sure it was clear, flicking his eyes back over to the Sniper's, who seemed just as intrigued by the conversation as the Spy was. He watched as the man advanced toward him. "..stalk you for days, making sure that you were aware of my presence enough to make you painfully paranoid. You would be afraid to sleep, to eat, to shower..." Their positions reminded Sniper of their first encounter, the night where he sustained the injury to his arm he was still healing from. His head swam with thoughts of the night that followed, the rough sex, the bruising bite marks that were hidden by the long edge of the man's mask. The gunman could feel the pit of his stomach tingle slightly. "But you would not see me..." Sniper grunted in response to the man looming over him. Fuck, he wanted that man squirming underneath him again. "And finally, when you felt a sense of security returning to you," Spy bent down to eye level with him, hands on the man's knees, "I would slit your throat, watch the blood slowly stains your neck, the life faded from your eyes," his sentence ended in a whisper, lips only an inch from the slightly parted pair across from his. "Ze last vision you would see as you slipped into death would be... my face...smiling" The Australian was amazed. Somehow the assassin had managed to turn him on while discussing his preferred way of killing him. "And you?" The Spy sneered unflinchingly. Slowly, the Sniper raised his hand, folding his fingers until it mocked the shape of a gun and pressed the longest finger to the Spy's forehead. "Quick and painlessly..." he motioned the gun firing by moving his thumb down, whispering, 'bang'. "O' you do care, mon petit becassine..." Spy replied with a wide grin. "I can't understand half the shit you say sometimes," Sniper leaned in and pressed his lips to the Spy's, pushing his tongue into the other's mouth quickly. How could anyone's mouth taste so good...He could feel the other's tongue press back, reciprocating the passion felt. Clothing needed to be removed. He needed to see the bite marks that claimed the man as his, to lick at the wounds, and then make more of them all over the assassin's body... The Frenchman broke the heated kiss, to the shooter's dismay, "I'm going to go kill your RED team members now..." his hand pushed against the Sniper's chest, keeping him from leaning forward, initiating another long tonguing session. The statement should have disturbed the Sniper, made him angry even, but all he could concentrate on was the slight wetness left on his lips from the smooth tongue. The Spy planted a small, sweet kiss on the Sniper's reddened lips as the sharpshooter closed his eyes, "We will continue later..." He disapeared. The Australian barely registered the man had left, he was so silent. Disgruntled, he looked down at his tented pants. "Fuckin' 'ell..."
He should have been down in the mess hall with everyone else eating. His stomach grumbled; it was too empty to drink any alcohol and remain sober. He should have been to the Medic to get the stitches examined. The Medic was certainly looking for him. The German surmised the inexplicable wound was nearly infected at this point in time. There were a lot of places the Australian should have been, but he waited, thinking to himself, 'Just five more minutes...' He thought the Spy would have been back by now. After he'd left it seemed like every BLU had retreated from the field, and with no heads to pop it was pretty fucking boring. Sniper would have to talk to the Soldier, see if they couldn't move his position more to the front. He'd probably get some bullshit reason, like the last time he bothered asking the hard-headed tactical 'mastermind'. ~~ Sniper shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn't use to talking in front of everyone at their meetings. It was before they thought he was too crazy, when he was still just 'the creepy guy up there' and not 'the creepy guy up there who talks to himself... and lives in a van'. Sniper began with, "If ya get the Engineer to post a sentry near me, you could move me up closer to the front. I could be more useful." The Soldier waved him off as if the idea was foolish. Engineer didn't seem to like the prospect either. "Havin' ta check on one more sentry might put me inna tight spot..." "Affirmative!" the Soldier belted out, "We need you back there private! We need someone to guard our asses so the enemy doesn't get the chance to infiltrate from behind!!" ~~ Sniper snickered to himself. He let out a long breath as the silence over took him again. The sharpshooter was done waiting. The Spy would have to catch up with him later that night if he so desired. Despite the Australian's pent up tension of sorts, he knew the longer he was away the more suspicious he seemed to others. At least that was his thought. He trotted down to the RED mess hall, fiddling with his collar, still self conscious about the tiny red marks on his neck where the Spy had decided to sink his sharp little teeth in, gently suck, and lap at his skin... Sniper immediately decided that a sex-charged, wandering mind would be worse than some tiny mysterious red marks. He had a collar to hide his neck, but there was nothing that was going to hide a protruding dick. For as late as it was, the cafeteria was loud. It looked as though they all had something to celebrate. Demo-man was shit faced while Scout hung on his shoulder, not looking too sober himself. Even Soldier looked in good spirits. "JUST THE MAN I WANTED TO SEE!!" He boomed. A few of his drunk teammates swung around and gave loud whistles, a few cheers. "Wot's going o-" "That BLU Demoman you terminated!" the Soldier said as he supported the swooning Engineer. He grinned maliciously. "HE WAS TEARING INTO OUR DEFENSES! ONE OF THE BEST! HAD US ON THE RUN UNTIL YOU TURNED HIS HEAD INTO A BOWL OF RED SOUP! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THOSE BLU PRICKS RUNNING LIKE ANTS TRYING TO REGROUP!" As he looked into Soldier's eyes. He could see the man reliving the carnage, visions of exploding torsos, limbs tossing about, heads being turned into clouds of red mist. "Doin' my job...sir..." was the only answer Sniper could muster, the attention received striking him as a little off-putting. He was now becoming irritated. He wanted to be alone, in his 'creepy' van. Maybe the Spy was there, he thought to himself unable to keep his focus amidst the cacophony of noise, the hunger he felt, and the desire to sleep languidly stretching across his mind like the assassin would be across his bed. Maybe the Australian could guilt the Spy into a blow job for the no-show. And after, the Sniper would "reluctantly" agree to let the man spoon with him for the night or until his pride got the better of him. Damn it, he was so warm... Sniper felt a large hand slap his back, knocking him from his daydream. "WHAT DO YOU THINK, PRIVATE?" His eyes darted around, unaware he'd been asked a question. "Wot...do I think of wot?" "THE FRONT! MOVING CLOSER TO THE ACTION!! I'VE SADLY UNDERESTIMATED YOUR SKILLS IN BATTLE! WE NEEDA MAN LIKE YOU UP AT THE FRONT FOR SUPPORT!!" The Sniper felt his stomach jump. "I...think tha' sounds like a plan, mate." A smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "GOOD MAN!" The shorter, bulkier man boomed out. With no food gotten, the thoughts in his head stifling the hunger in his belly, the Australian returned to his sleeping quarters. The Spy was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was getting chewed out for not performing his job correctly. He could imagine the BLU Soldier, like his RED counterpart, booming at the assassin, calling him an idiot for allowing the enemy to kill one of their integral team members. He wasn't far off... --- The Spy rolled his eyes, arms folded against his chest, as the remaining living members of his team, dejectedly sat or stood listening to the Soldier scream at the top of his lungs as the BLU Medic, angrily tried to hold his arm still in order to stifle the bleeding from the appendage. "YOU PIECES OF SHIT. YOU MAKE ME SICK. WE HAVE LOST ALL CRUCIAL POSITIONS BUT WHAT'S WORST OF ALL IS HOW WE'VE LOST OUT THERE. ANY ONE OF YOU COULD HAVE HAD HOLES PUNCHED IN YOUR GUTS AND I WOULD NOT GIVE A DAMN, BUT THE ONE MAGGOT WORTH HIS FOOD RATION PRIVILEGES GETS HIS GODDAMN HEAD BLOWN OFF BY A COWARDLY, KANGAROO DICK SUCKING, BUSH MAN." He finally ended, his face bright red. His breaths were taken in audible gasps. Heavy covered his ears, blocking out the inhumanly loud sound. His head was bleeding from a large gash that looked hastily cared for. The Sniper looked indignantly at the Soldier, who could care less who he might have inadvertently insulted. The BLU sharpshooter had not come from the days battle unscathed either. The bandages covering a large part of his ribs, could be seen from under his shirt. Medic looked like a complete mess, his hair singed at the ends, dirt and dust covering every part of his uniform. The Pyro who had replaced their deceased comrade, looked as though he was regretting his color choice, his head hanging as he tugged at the large slices in his uniform. The usual boisterous Scout was errily silent, bruises covering his face and arms. The Engineer was completely absent, bedridden with injuries. The Spy, although looking the least disheveled, was not spared of injuries. His run in with the RED Medic had resulted in a bat to the head and back full of hypodermic needles. He wasn't aware that the RED Scout had the Medic covered at the time. It was a stupid slip up. He wanted that fucking German dead so he could finish off the annoyingly vocal Heavy he was following around. "I WANT THOSE RED LADIES SUCK OUR DICKS, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!" Spy couldn't help but smirk. "DO YOU FIND SOMETHING I'VE SAID FUNNY?" The Soldier boomed at the Spy noticing the large sneer. "No, sir." The answer came out more condescending than the assassin had intended. "YOU FIND ME GODDAMN HILARIOUS, DON'T YOU?" What was really funny was how the man's face changed color the more livid he became and how he was able to keep up that booming tone without having some sort of physical repercussions. Spy kept quiet knowing the next biting remark would get his ass kicked. The man standing before them began to wind down, breathing becoming slower. He took in one last big breath, his face going from a dangerous dark purple to red. Vocal chords strung out, Solider spoke in a low raspy tone that frightened them more than his yelling, "I want...those fuckers dead," everyone's eyes were on the man, "but I want that piece of SHIT Sniper alive an' I want him brought back here so we can give him a proper execution." Spy felt bile rise in his throat as his teammates seemed to have a fire lit under their asses with those last few words. The chance to spill an enemy's blood and torture him until he begged for death? BLU was all about that. "And you, maggot," the Soldier stared intensely at the Spy, "try not to fuck up too badly." Those words, thrown out more carelessly than any of the other rude, vicious insults spoken earlier, sent rage so intensely through the Spy's head his ears rang. Fuck if anyone ever doubt his skills and still have their organs intact. Ever. His abilities had never been bought into question, not like this. And suddenly every good feeling he'd felt towards his RED companion were gone. He was just a bullseye now, another mission...a hurdle. If the American wanted the Sniper, he would get him. It would be easier than any of them could imagine. --- "Everyone 'as to die sometime, mon cher." - The new location was a bit daring to say the least. Sniper was positioned in a hallway on the third floor of a warehouse, rows of windows in front of him. There was very little space to shield the sharpshooter from enemies spotting him blowing him to bits. There were two staircases that lead up to his position, another unfortunate characteristic of his location. The Engineer had of course promised him a sentry to guard the one staircase. The team was told that if they were to go see the Sniper, under any circumstances, it would be imperative to enter on the side of the sentry. If he heard even a sound from the right, the Australian had free reign to fire at will. All of these small details weighed heavily in the man's head, but without a complain the Sniper went about arranging the space to his benefit. He set the large number of crates as a blockade to duck behind in case of heavy enemy engagement. He would have to shift things around a bit to avoid being blinded by the sun that would only be a factor in the beginning of the day. The booming female voice from the speakers announced the clock ticking down. He could hear the clatter of feet below him, the yell of a few orders. The sentry that the Engineer had built buzzed mechanically, chirping every few minutes. Three hours in and the field was lacking a substantial amount of BLU. The Soldier's plan for the day was a basic defensive strategy with little offense. Wear the enemy down, keep their great gains in territory until they could advance further. Even Sniper could admit it was a sound plan. It was the sharpshooters duty to alert the team of any suspicious behavior. Like an enemy Spy coming up to visit him. The Australian scoped the field, spotting the few teammates closer to his view, were slacking off. He watched the Scout toss his pristine baseball a few times before batting it against the far wall. The RED Demo watched the kid, becoming more relaxed. "Fucking morons..." The Pyro shot his flare gun at the baseball, setting it aflame. The Scout tossed his arms in the air angrily, throwing a few gestures towards the two that cheered as the ball smacked against the ground, looking like a chunk of smoldering charcoal. Five minutes into the fourth hour, from around where the charred baseball lay, the BLU Scout made an appearance along with the BLU rubber-suited firebug. Sniper was suprised by how ballsy the two were playing their cards, charging into the field with two to one odds. And with the gunman hidden away, they'd be dead before they- The Sniper lost his train of thought, jolting upwards as a sharp electrical sound ended in a pop. Beside the failing sentry, stood the BLU Spy leaning against the shot-to-hell piece of machinery. He only gave a slight smile to the Sniper. "'ello, mon cher." He couldn't resist the urge to smile as that smooth voice seemed to draw him from his duty. He looked through his gun sight one last time before determining that the Pyro, Demo, and Scout had successfully pushed the enemy back. Sniper could feel a pair of gloved hands gently rest on his shoulders and look out from behind him over the field. "It's about fuckin' time, mate..." he murmured to the masked assassin, leaning over to plant a long awaited kiss on his lips. "Eet was difficult to find you, seeing that you are now in a new position." The Spy focused on the field, as the Sniper turned to him and began to slip his fingers underneath his mask, rolling the edge up slightly, licking his neck, groaning. In about ten minutes, his team member will have infiltrated the mostly under-guarded tunnel system that they had became very accustom to when they controlled this territory. The RED Soldier who was flanked by the Medic and Heavy would be ambushed by nearly the entire BLU squad as the Bostonian and his fire-obsessed friend kept the three RED idiots at the front busy with a simple pattern of attack. The Spy had already taken care of the Engineer, stalking him, noting the places where he had built sentries. After killing the man, dismantling his defensive system was pathetically simple. The BLU Engineer began working on replacing every one of the fallen sentries with one of his own. If any of the opposition were to escape the initial attack, they'd surely die in the maze of armed tunnels. It was obvious the RED team was not ready for such an aggressive offensive. The were probably expecting them to hold up and lick their wounds. The BLU assassin leaned into the Sniper's open mouth, his long tongue rolling against the smooth skin of his neck. He nearly regretted his next set of actions... A loud, desperate yell came from the field as the RED Scout burst into flames, the team Pyro in tow trying to put the fire out as the Demo tried to keep the enemy at bay. "Shit!" the Sniper whirled around, removing his hands from the Spy, quickly positioning his gun again. The masked man paused as he reached for his own weapon. His reputation was on the line, this needed to be done. The relationship with the man, who was completely unaware of the impending danger, would be completely destroyed. As if that would matter in the long run. He'd be dead in a few days anyway, the Spy told himself with a slight twinge of guilt. "There you are..." the gunman said to himself as he lined up the BLU Pyro in his sights. He stopped short at pulling the trigger. The cold metal resting gently against the back of his head startled him. "You're gonna have to wait a few minutes if you want to fuck around..." He murmured to the Spy trying to concentrate on the task at hand again. The RED Demo pushed the two combatants back. The Scout was batting the flames out on his shirt. "Get up." Sniper turned around, the long barrel of the assassin's gun meeting his nose. He smirked, immediately assuming the man was trying to beginning some sort of game that would end in sex. That was the pattern after all. "You should get that gun outta my face bef-" In one quick motion, Spy cracked the sharpshooter in the side of his head with the pistol. Completely unprepared for the assault, Sniper hit the floor, on his hand and knees. He felt like he was looking through a mask with tiny holes punched out. He was nearly on the verge of blacking out. He needed to get to his feet. The Australian grabbed around trying to find anything to gain stability and stand. The Spy paced around the man as he began to regain his senses. He wouldn't allow him to get to his feet. "You act as though you're surprised..." he murmured in the most dispassionate manner he could muster. The man was contorting in pain on the ground like a beaten animal, screaming profanities. "Everyone 'as to die sometime, mon cher." "FUCKIN' SPOOK!" the man pushed himself up so he was kneeling now, facing the Spy. His hand gripped at the side of his face as blood began to leak out between his fingers. Mon Petit Becassine By : I eat paste Part 4 --- This would be easier if he was unconscious, the masked assassin thought to himself. Easier for whom he wasn't sure of. He needed to put the Sniper out of his miserable state. The butt of the gun connected with the opposite side of the man's head. He fell to the floor arms and legs completely limp. The Spy wiped the small amount of blood the gun with his gloves, shoving it back into his pocket.
--- Sharp, dizzying pain. Sniper attempted to remember what happened, what was causing the pain. His head was throbbing and he couldn't move his arms to touch his face. Was he paralyzed? Did he still have his arms? Was he even alive? The Sniper groaned and tugged at his limbs, eye sight slowly coming back to him. Oh fuck, the paint on those walls couldn't be the right color. "Shit..." he whispered to himself angrily. The Australian was panicking. He needed to stop, to calm down and figure out his surroundings. He was sitting. The floor was a cold cement. A support beam was behind him, his wrists bound by a smooth cord. His feet were left free. Bracing his back against the pole behind him, Sniper pushed his feet under himself until he was able to stand. The rope was loose enough that he could at least work his way turning around the pole to survey his environment. Before him was a large metal door. Light was streaming through the small windows close to the ceiling. He must have been in a basement. He was tied very aptly, to a support pole, in the fucking basement of the BLU's fort. It all began to assemble in his head... "GODDAMN FUCKIN' SPY!" The spook had pistol whipped him, knocked him the fuck out, and took him prisoner... The situation was looking pretty grim. Even if the Sniper could escape from the restraints he was still locked behind a sturdy metal door. He listened closely. A small chirp came from outside. Okay, so he was stuck in a room, behind a metal door, that was being guarded by a sentry. He wasn't getting out, not anytime soon. It seemed like he was down there for hours. He could see the sunlight turn orange and red from the small windows. How long had they kept him here? Was he out for hours? Days? And why the fuck did he ever trust that fucking Spy? He couldn't really be angry at the man. You can't be mad at a dog for barking or a cat for killin' mice or birds. It's what they're meant to do. And apparently Spies were meant to backstab and fuck. To his credit, he was pretty good at both... The door jarred open with a loud squeak. The BLU Soldier entered, looking smug, as if he'd just bagged some big game animal. Flanking him was a cocky looking Scout, the Medic, and... "Oh fuck me..." The Sniper murmured as the Spy quickly put out his cigarette as ordered to by the tall German, whose nose scrunched up in disgust at the offending smoke cloud. He didn't want to make eye contact with the assassin, face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. The sharpshooter felt two large gloved hands grab his jaw, gently turning his vision towards the very stoic face of the Medic. His eyes narrowed through his perfectly clean, thin-rimmed glasses. The man was surprisingly gentle, as he brushed his thumbs over the bandaging that covered Sniper's cheeks. "No bleeding through ze gauze. Ze wounds are healing well." The Soldier stepped up behind the German, shouldering him out of the way slightly. He looked as though he was intrigued by the patchwork of tape and cotton across the Sniper's face as well. The man looked strange without his helmet. He squinted, although his eyes were already very tiny amongst the wrinkles that surrounded them. Sniper tried to control his breathing, heart thumping in his chest. "Huh...so they are." The Soldier wailed across the bound man's face with a tight balled up fist. Sniper's head snapped to the side recoiling quickly. Blood began to pour forth, darkly stain the once white bandages. The Australian let loose a stream of loud obscenities. The Scout gave a short laugh. Medic looked angrily at the Soldier who grinned like a rabid animal, ready to tear into the RED Sniper again. The Spy remained silent. "Herr Soldier, vhy do you insist on making my job harder?" "Doc, you're gonna have to put this man back together again piece by piece after I'm done with him." Sniper glared back, lip beginning to swell, blood leaking through his bandaging, "Why don't you untie me and we'll see who comes apart easier..." "Gentlemen, please..." the Medic said calmly, placing a hand on each man's chest, pushing them from each other, "control yourselves." Somehow the man's demeanor calmed the enraged shooter. It had the same effect on the militant American. "It vould be a sin to destroy such a specimen, Herr," he addressed the Soldier, still looking over the Sniper as if he were the largest most intriguing lab animal he'd ever seen, "Do vat you want vith our friend but do not damage him too severely." He sighed, "It's been a very long time since I have had a fresh cadaver to study..." The Sniper felt as though the blood was draining from his head and was being replaced by hot pins. The gravity of the situation hit him. His ears rang. He couldn't hear anything that was being said any longer between the three. The Medic's lips moved, the Soldier sneered and nodded, the Scout looked happy as well, agreeing with them, gesturing with his hands. His vision traveled over to the Spy who seem fixated at the ground, eyes flicking up to his three teammates, narrowing. He watched the man set his jaw and grind his teeth in slow circles. Finally his eyes met the Sniper's. The bird was caught in a small trap, surrounded by three angry little boys armed with bats, ready to swing and smash his cage until the bars crushed him. He couldn't hide what the look on his face was saying to the masked man... Do something please, help me... The Spy looked away quickly rejoining the conversation. Sound flooded the Sniper's ears, although none of the words spoken registered. He watched the Medic part from the Soldier, hand sliding from his shoulder. The Scout followed sneering at the Sniper, "You're fuckin' dead, man..." The door slammed shut leaving the spook, the military man, and the shooter alone. The sentry outside the door began to chirp again. Soldier quickly rolled up his long sleeves. The width of his forearms looked about one and a half of Sniper's. A simple cracking of knuckles by the American unsettled the captive sharpshooter. The BLU Spy stood a ways back, standing by to back up the blood-thirsty man if anything went wrong...like the Soldier beating the captive to death. The Medic wouldn't be happy about that. "Must be easy sittin' up there in your little hide out, pickin' off my men..." He paced like an angry dog waiting to be released from his pen, "piece of shit coward." "Maybe you should bring this up with your own team, mate-" A strong blow to his midsection knocked the wind from the Sniper, sending him to his knees, coughing harshly. "YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS SIR." Sniper looked up at him, "I noticed that you have your OWN 'piece of shit coward' wearing BLU, /sir/." For that he received a big heavy boot to his jaw. Maybe if he pushed the man further he'd knock him out, the Medic would take care of him and he'd escape the torture for a few days, drifting in the soft stream of unconsciousness. The Soldier must have read his thoughts as he hauled him up by his collar murmuring, "No blacking out just yet..." Sniper leaned back against the pole behind himself. The blow to his gut had him doubling over, nearly vomiting in his mouth. He straightened up defiantly, receiving another firmly planted punch to his midsection. The Soldier adjusted the man once more, grabbing at his collar. He sneered noting the tiny red bite marks along the side of the Sniper's neck. "I knew you RED's were ladies, but I DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE FAGGOTS." A giant wad of blood laden spit hit the American's face just below his eye. Sniper grinned, proud of the small show of physical disrespect he was able to muster. The gob of saliva streaked away, still leaving a long stain of pink across the Soldier's face. A smirk tweaked at the corners of the Spy's face as he watched, proud of his Sniper. The American's face took on a dark shade of red as he stood in silence, fuming. "Fuck the German." the man growled out as he quickly walked behind the Sniper to the far corner of the room. Spy watched the American, though he could feel the Sniper's eyes bearing down on him. The Soldier gripped a short piece of chain in his hands, wrapping each end around his palms. The Australian tensed up ready to react, but was only able to struggle so much as the stronger, free man wrapped the chain around his throat and pulled hard. Sniper could feel the blood cease to flow through the arteries in his neck. No oxygen, sputtering helplessly. He thrashed around, face turning red. It felt as though his eyes were going to come out of his head, the pressure was so great. All the while the Soldier grinned widely, teeth set firmly. Even through his fading vision the Australian could see the tendons in the mans neck popping out as if every part of his body was thriving on this moment. Air rushed back into his lungs. Coughing and barely able to see anything but fuzzed colors, Soldier was yelling, pulling away from him. It was the Spy, forcing the brutal Soldier away from their prisoner. "YOU ARE GOING TO KILL 'IM." "THAT'S THE IDEA, YOU GODDAMN INSUBORDINATE." "Ze good doctor wants him INTACT. WE NEED TO INTERROGATE 'IM-" "YOU..YOU THOUGHT I BROUGHT HIM HERE," he began to laugh, "TO INTERROGATE HIM??" "I thought that was part of ze point..." and of course it should've been. "YOU FUCKING DUMBASS, DO NOT ACT INNOCENT. THIS IS REVENGE. THAT," He pointed at the Sniper who was still coughing and taking in big shaky breaths, "SHOT AT MY MEN. KILLED ONE OF MY MEN." "He's killed 'your men' before, why is this time so unlike zee others?!" Roughly, the man pushed the chain into the Spy's chest, frighteningly silent, hand planted firmly. "Because it is." He growled, shoving the masked Frenchman back. The door slammed behind the Solider. The two remained in silence, the sound of the metal door meeting the frame echoing and dying in the cold cement room. Spy turned, wary that he might be watched somehow. He controlled his pace over to the Sniper. His gloved hands slowly skimmed over the banding of bruises around his throat. "I'm sure if you pick up where your mate left off it'll only take a few more minutes..." The Sniper threw at him angrily, unable to move away from the Spy due to the pain. Lost for words, he let the remark go without retort. The Australian knew the man wanted to apologize or explain himself, he could tell by the way the man's eyes became wider as he surveyed the damage along his throat, across his face, pausing to run his thumbs along the swollen black and blue flesh under the Sniper's eyes. "Wot did ya think was gonna happen?" The man's eyes narrowed at the Sniper who returned his look with a strangely placid smile. "'Everyone has to die sometime.../mon cher/,'" the bound man threw back at his former lover. Spy planted a small gently kiss on the Sniper's lips. There was no reciprocation. He could taste the dried blood that stained his lips, the slight tang of iron. Allowing his hands to linger on the man's face long after the kiss, he reluctantly turned away, walking towards the door, hoping no one was waiting there, watching him. "I don't blame you for this...you were just doin' what your job..." the Sniper called out after him, "It's your nature..." The Spy paused, door handle in hand, staring at a rusty patch in the door, nearly thankful for tiny implication of forgiveness. "But that doesn't mean I can't hate you." Thoroughly marred by the verbal skewering, the Spy left without a second look at the man.
-- The BLU Spy stalked away from basement. The whole situation shouldn't have effected him so greatly. He should have remained outside of the room for the entirety of the ordeal. Complete detachment from the captive was necessary. He was just a quick lay, the Spy thought to himself, pulling a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. His hands slightly shook, and after a few seconds he gave an annoying look about the room, giving up any attempts to light his smoke. The Medic turned the corner of the hallway, kit in hand. He only vaguely noted the Spy's distraught appearance, preoccupied with other matters. "Vat should I be expecting when I enter zat room? Hm?" The Medic nodded towards the small flight of stairs that led to the Sniper's cell. The Spy glanced backwards quickly but remained silently frustrated. "I saw our dear Soldier carrying a chain into his room looking quite unhappy.... I knew I should have stayed," the German's brows furrowed, "Men vith unguarded emotions are dangerous, vouldn't you agree?" The Spy looked wide eyed at the Doctor, feeling as if he knew everything in that instant; the trysts with the Sniper, the fondness for the man, their sex life... "I couldn't agree with you more," the assassin answered back quickly as the Medic nodded, patting him on the shoulder. The German gave a short chuckle as he passed the Frenchman. Unguarded emotions were indeed dangerous. He needed to gain back his self control and maintain his professional air. Completely forget about the captive RED Sniper. It was unfortunate that every idle thought he had seemed to drift back to the captive the entire day. The unyielding guilt he felt for fucking him and betraying him gnawed at him. Watching a poker game between the Pyro, Sniper, and Scout only made him jealous that he couldn't enjoy himself as much as they could. The group seemed to blur together into one cohesive mass of blue. One would laugh as the other threw down their cards in frustration while another took a long drink. ~~ The "RED Demo" sat across from his Sniper counterpart, who stared at the two playing cards in his hand. Three cards lay face up in between them. The Australian gave a light tap on his leg. Smirking, the disguised Spy placed a bottle of booze into the betting pot that held a couple of beers, a few grenades, and a couple of chocolate bars that were melting slightly in the noon heat. Sniper scratched his chin, frowning. He grabbed two of the four remaining cans of beer sitting beside him and pushed them next to the bottle of booze. "Ya seem edgy, matey." The Spy took another long drink from the open bottle in his grip, finding it easier to mock the thick Scottish accent while drunk. "Nah just..." "Bad hand?" He said as he placed the top card of the deck on to the burn pile sloppily. Sniper grabbed the next card impatiently flipping it over. "Dunno yet..." Spy loved to play games with the man. Loved to watch him think. The Sniper's face was very hard to read. Sniper tapped his leg again, Spy tossed in his last bar of candy. Sniper threw in a can of beer, scratched his chin. "Tha' is what we in poker like to call a tell..." the disguised man nodded to the Sniper as he dropped his hand from his face. He flipped the last card and placed it next to the other four. "Maybe..." The Sniper wiped the back of his neck with his hand, shrugging off his vest. His fingers worked the top few buttons of his shirt open. It was the first time the Spy had really noticed the man he was stalking. His body, the way the drops of sweat rolled over his collar bones, how the tendons in his neck tightened when he leaned his head back to rub the scruff on his jaw...It would be nice to touch him. "Wot's yer bet, mate?" Sniper murmured, staring at the man across from him. He gave another purposeful tap on his knee with his fist. "Check also," Spy nodded taking a long drink, confidently laying his cards down for the Sniper to see, "Two pair." Sniper nodded back, eyes flicking from the Demo's face to his hand, "Thas pretty good..." he reached forward pulling the pot towards himself, "but it doesn't beat a flush." Spy stared at the two and three of spades that lay in front of his opponent. The Australian sneered at him. Spy was in love. ~~ "You want in, spook?" The familiar accent came. BLU Sniper stared at him as the Pyro and Scout smirked, leaning over to peer at the Spy. "Non...I don't know 'ow to play." -- Spy began to wonder if the Sniper thought of him too, tethered to the pole in the lower level, alone. Hopefully alone. For all he knew any one of his rowdier team members could be down there, beating the shit out of him or worse... What if they decided that physical torture wasn't enough? The men on the BLU base all had...needs. Needs easily fulfilled by a weakened captive, who in the Spy's opinion, was very attractive. The thought of the BLU Sniper shoving the man to the floor and forcing himself on the already beaten shooter. Or perhaps the ballsy Scout stripping and mocking him, digging his fingers into the wounds that were scattered around the Sniper's body until he proclaimed the boy's sexual prowess. The Spy slightly shivered at the thought of what the Soldier would do if the thought ever struck him. Oh God... His feet involuntarily carried him to the large metal door separating him from the basement. The Sniper had his back to him, sitting on the floor leaning slightly to the side. He was sleeping. The lock of the door could easily be picked, Spy thought to himself, fingers traveling over the keyhole in the door. Open the door, untie his lover and break him out of the compound. Maybe the man would forgive him... It would never work. They would be captured. They would both be killed...It wasn't worth it. Midnight came quickly. In an attempt to distract himself the Spy decided that a visit to the team's injured Engineer was in order. After all, the man had been bedridden for a few days. He'd completely missed the BLU's victory. Spy wasn't even sure if the man knew about the captive. The Engineer had been dragged out of bed to set up a sentry to guard the entrance to the captive's cage, but hell, with all the drugs he was on that day, Spy wasn't sure the man knew which side of his wrench was right. Who knew if the sentry was even built correctly. Quietly, the masked-man entered the hospital ward, finding the Engineer sitting upright, one arm in a sling, eyes fixated on a big set of blueprints on his lap. His goggles rested neatly on his forehead, moving as the man scrunched his eyebrows in thought. He was covered in patches of bandaging but looked no worse for wear. Engineer took a second look at the Spy, clearly surprised by his presence. "I am not interrupting you, am I?" the Frenchman asked tentatively. "No, no not at all friend. Jus' didn't expect to ever see ya here." He smiled easing the Spy's tension. The Engineer seemed to have that genuine amiability that could ease one's mind. Spy knew the man wasn't too fond of him, but the southern man always made an attempt to be friendly. In any case, he was someone to converse with. The Engineer moved the top blueprint to the bottom of his stack, "Somethin' on yer mind?" "No, why do you ask..." Spy stared at the blue papers also, same intensity as the Engineer but with a fraction of the understanding. "Yer in here, talkin' ta me, while we've gotta captive down in our basement level. Figured you'd be down there with the Soldier givin' the guy a beatin'." If Engineer had seen the Spy's reaction, he might have figured he was upset by the remark, though the assassin's silence was enough to give him away. The man looked up, an eyebrow arched, scanning the Spy's face. The assassin replied, "Contrary to what you might believe, I do not condone petty savagery ..." "I apologize then..." the Engineer said, putting his hands up. He returned to his papers, letting the conversation quietly die. ~~ "I'm sorry, mate, I didn't even see ya out there..." the Australian apologized for the second time. It was an easy out for the Spy, when he was hurt in battle to disguise himself and head up to the RED Sniper's nest. It was only the second time he had mocked the RED 'loud-mouthed illiterate'. The assassin felt it was the easiest disguise. Being the RED Scout allowed him certain freedoms around the Sniper. He could ramble and complain, let all of his frustrations out. It was therapeutic in a way. "Fuckin' Soldier thinks he's such a fuckin' war genius," He began bitterly. The BLU Spy's hatred for his rocket firing team "leader" had reached its peak that day when the man decided to launch a barrage of explosives where the masked-man was ORDERED to position himself. So much for planning and silent infiltration. Sniper squeezed the smaller man's bleeding ankle, quickly bandaging the gauged limb. The Scout scrunched his nose in pain, "It's like a cluster fuck out there! Maybe if he pulled his head outta his ass every once in a while-" "Give 'im a break, kid." Sniper patted the boy's leg, "Seems like it's mostly my fault anyway. I should've had your back, that was the plan anyway..." The disguised Spy quickly glanced out the window as the real RED Scout dashed across the field of view, firing a few shots off. "Then stop makin' up fuckin' excuses and do your fuckin' job right, jar-pissin' creep," Spy said as he stood, putting little weight on his busted ankle. He was using the RED Sniper as his punching bag, taking all of his pent up anger that should have been directed towards the BLU Soldier out on him. "Blame whoever ya want kid. Whatever makes ya feel better..." Sniper took his rifle back in hand, giving the boy a short smile. The disguised man didn't quite know why he felt compelled to apologize for his behavior. Maybe it was because the shooter so easily accepted the blame and let it go. The one sided argument made the Frenchman feel like an ass, but he couldn't care too much at the time. "Just try not to fuck up, alright?" he replied to the Sniper. The Australian nodded very gently, frowning in concentration, staring through the scope of his gun. Spy left him. ~~ "You sure you're alright?" The Engineer was staring at his teammate. The Spy looked up from the tiny piece of hair that laid on the hospital blankets to the man face, still lost in thought. "I should go..." He stood up slowly, "to my sleeping quarters...I'm feeling tired." The Engineer looked at his watch, "Yeah, it is pretty late," He looked back up to wish his team member a good night, only to realize he'd already left. -- After a restless night, Spy's exhausted mind . His encounters that day were just blurs. The RED team had not made a show at all on the field. Their numbers must still be dwindling, he thought. He took it upon himself to visit the basement door often, keeping a safe distance from the small window so the captive would not see him. At around midday, after about his fifth session of pacing by the door, the BLU Scout came striding down the long corridor toward him. His bat swung in smooth circles, attitude in full show. The Spy likened the boy to a barnyard rooster. "Hey, fag, you playin' guard or somethin'?" The boy leaned on the handle of his bat as the Spy stood in his way smoking. "Zee Soldier stationed me here. The prisoner is not to be touched." "Like hell! I got orders to give him a good beating, ya know, teach him a lesson for existing." "You should leave, mon ami, before I take your stick and shove eet up your ass..." The Scout glared, fingers gripping the handle of the bat tightly, ready to take a swing at the Frenchman's head. Spy drew his gun pointing it at the boy's gut. "Are ya outta your freakin' mind man?" The masked man did not speak as the Scout slowly backed away. "When you leave that fuckin' door man, and you're gonna hafta leave sometime, I swear I'm gunna come back and break his fucking knee caps," Scout pointed his bat at the stone-faced assassin, "You're not gonna stop anything from happening." Spy stood at the door, unflinching. Hours later the Scout returned, followed by the Soldier who didn't look too pleased. The Frenchman was forced from his post. Scout looked victorious, twirling his bat as he passed him. The door slammed shut. He turned away as a few muffled screams escaped the room. -- Fatigue wore at his mind but could not put him to sleep, not with the energy his body felt. Why he couldn't lay still in bed, when he felt so exhausted, was frustrating. Time slipped away quickly. It was already three in the morning. Spy's stomach churned, flipping over with every thought that ran through his tired head. He wanted to get up, to do something, but he restrained himself. This needed to happen. Events were already set in motion. The Scout was right. He could not stop any of what was happening. The risks were not matched by the rewards. Spy found a soothing rhythm, as he tapped his foot to the post of his bed. He rested his arm across his eyes and felt sleep grip his conscious mind. His breathing began to slow. The Spy was jarred from his sleep as a firmly pressed palm grabbed his throat. He struggled, grabbing the attacker's wrist. A muffled sound came from his throat. He could barely breathe and was having trouble focusing on the figure above him. It was too dark. "Shh..." the man above him slowly released some of the pressure from his throat allowing him to take in a short breath, "I'll snap your neck if you make a bloody sound..." Wide eyed, the assassin could only wonder how the fuck the RED Sniper had escaped and how he was standing in his room when the Spy was sure he'd locked the door. The man was going to strangle him to death and the Spy couldn't sputter out a word in his defense. The room around him was becoming a dark, prickly black cloud. And as if the Sniper could sense the Spy's impending black out he removed his hand. A rush of cool air burst into Spy's lungs. His head was spinning. Through his coughing he managed a weak, "How?" that was met with an angry glare from the Sniper. "You'd leave me down there to die, wouldn't you?" Spy shook his head quickly still unable to speak as he gasped for air. The Sniper roughly grabbed the man's shoulder, forcing him to roll face down on the bed. Spy could feel fingers digging into his hips, raising them up until he was in an awkward kneeling position, his ass in the air. A strong hand claimed the back of his neck pushing his face into the bedding. The Frenchman let out a long muffled groan as the man above him ground his hips against his ass. He could hear the Sniper let a deep growl echo in his throat, moving his hand from the raised hips to the Spy's protruding erection. The dominated man worked himself into the Sniper's open palm. The hand seemed more than happy to oblige. Spy was kidding himself when he thought he didn't need this. The tension that overtook his body left him, his mind felt at ease. He didn't give a fuck where they were or what the consequences would be if someone were to walk in and see him so desperately working his cock against the Australian's hand. Spy felt his back arch up, his back pressed to the man's chest. Strong fingers splayed across his stomach. The Sniper's idle hand worked its way past the top hem of his pants, gripping the Spy's erection, pumping slowly. Teeth nibbled at his partly exposed neck, the Sniper's nose pushing the fabric of his mask away to reveal more flesh. The Australian pressed his lips to the Spy's cloth covered ear, growling, "If I weren't locked up in that fucking basement, this would be a whole lot more fun, wouldn't it?" Spy breathed in quickly through his nose, waking abruptly from his dream. His eyes crossed slightly, as he tried to opened them wide. The arm that was laid across his head was numb and completely useless to him as he tried to push himself up. He gave up and simply laid back, trying to work the feeling back into his deadened arm. His erection prodded at the front of his pants and he could have sworn he still felt heat from a hand lingering on his stomach. The wonderful warm feelings drained from his body and the Spy laid cold on his bed. He wanted to feel warm again.
-- "Piece of shit..." The Soldier gave a swift kick to the sentry that stood with its metal head down as if it were ashamed of itself. "Can't bring the gear head down here, sir, Doc says he needs him for an operation," the Scout yelled jogging to the Soldier down the hallway, "Somethin' about a piece of shrapnel he missed the first time. Had ta dig it out." Spy stood back idly watching the two analyze the busted bot. Who needed a sapper when one could just switch a few wires and fry the machine all under the cover of a doped up Engineer? That was one less thing to worry about. Today was the day. The Spy walked over to the cold metal door unnoticed, and leaned against it, glancing in through the small window at the man inside. Sniper looked terrible. He stood quite well for someone whose legs were beaten badly with a bat, but his overall demeanor was heartbreaking. He looked pale, probably from a combination of exhaustion and blood loss.The usual muscularity of the sharpshooter was lost; they hadn't fed him, and gave him very little to drink since he'd been captured. His eyes were set on the ground, his shirt was torn. Spy could swear the giant circular red mark on the man's neck was lined with tiny teeth marks. The assassin's heart began to beat faster. He was enraged, bitter, and so anxious to break through the door and free the lover he'd abandoned. But he knew better. He'd wait for his chance, wait until the Soldier would declare this to be the day the captive enemy would be executed. He could feel it. The tension in the air was obvious. The BLU team members moved differently that day, talked in lower tones. They looked liked a vicious pack of animals, waiting for the prey they downed to cease its thrashing so they could finally rip into its flesh. He stood between them and their mark. Spy sat idly in the mess hall analyzing his situation. The Soldier approached him as the room died down. "I want this done today. I want it done clean and fast and in a way the German won't bitch about..." He murmured as he leaned towards the seated assassin who took a sip of coffee, "You seem to know how to kill without too much of a mess." He stared at the American who looked about the room concerned with drawing attention to himself. If only the Soldier knew how much hatred his team member held for him for the merciless, unnecessary torture of Sniper. Spy attempted to imagine the burly American as his target as he mused. How would he kill the army man if he had the chance? "You could smother him." Spy said shortly, taking a drag from a newly lit cigarette, examining the tiny orange embers at the smoldering end. His eyes flicked up to the man across the table from himself. Wrapping his hands around the American's thick neck would be a challenge... Spy flicked the ashes from his smoke, "Maybe...an injection of sorts..." Driving a syringe of air into one of the Soldier's veins was a tempting daydream. "Another alternative...let ze good Doctor perform an autopsy on the man while 'e eez still alive. Zat way ze Medic can 'ave his 'fresh body'," he leaned over using his cigarette to point at the Soldier, "and you can have your fun." Spy grinned menacingly, the image of the military brute pinned down like a dissected frog embossed in his mind. "I like the way you think, private!" Soldier returned with his own maniacal smile. The BLU Medic was notified. Needless to say he seemed overjoyed by the idea of a vivisection. And so went the plan; the Spy joined the BLU Soldier and Sniper as they descended to the bottom level of the base. The German was left to prep his examination room for the procedure. The BLU Aussie carried his rifle as a precautionary measure. Spy noted that the Soldier was unarmed, a cocky move that was most unlike the army man. The assassin checked his weaponry, patting his pockets discreetly. He was counting on the Soldier to ask him to untie the prisoner, as the Spy had originally bound the Sniper. The assassin went through the steps in his head, what would be done, outside factors, the probability of his own demise... The bound up RED Sniper stood unmoving, his eyes only flicking up to the men as they entered. He glared at each of them but kept his eyes fixed on the Spy before returning his gaze to the floor. Spy hoped the man hadn't given up the small spark that kept him surviving this long. He was handed a pair of thick handcuffs as the army man ordered him to restrain the RED's hands after unbinding them. Slowly, the assassin approached his lover, hoping that his body language would cue the Sniper somehow. He closed the distance between himself and the Aussie, save a few inches. The Spy noticed the man's arms become tense as if he were ready to lash out despite the fact he was restrained. It put the Spy at ease in a way. Sniper was going to need to use every bit of that energy. Cuffs in hand, he leaned in closer to the man's ear, wrapping his arms around him, tugging at the knots that kept the sharpshooter's hand's in place. The Soldier chuckled, "You gonna kiss him or cuff him, private?" "Eet eez easier to unknot ze rope zees way," Spy answered back quickly. Neither of his comrades suspected a thing. "When I untie your 'ands you will take the gun from my pocket, hit me as 'ard as you can. Take my watch. It will 'elp you." Spy murmured in a very low voice barely moving his lips, "Shoot ze Sniper first. Ze Soldier is unarmed..." "Wot's keepin' me from blowin' a hole through your fucking head?" Sniper replied in a nearly inaudible growl. The Spy continued to untie the man's hands, pressing closer to him for only a moment. The ropes finally slipped from the reddened wrists they'd chaffed for days. Spy braced himself but was still unready for the unrelenting blow that paralyzed him. Sniper grabbed the revolver from the stunned man's pocket, and before either of the BLU pair could react, fired off as many shot as his shaky hands would allow. The BLU Sniper's right knee crumpled as three bullets impacted. A spray of blood came from the Soldier's chest. He spun as another shot clipped his shoulder, falling to a crumpled mass on the floor. Regaining his senses Spy rolled on to his side. His eyes focused on the two bodies strewn across the floor; one squirming in pain, screaming. The other, motionless. Before the fallen shooter could clasp his firearm, a boot rolled across his outstretched hand, crushing his fingers. A loud howl echoed through the room. The rifle was lifted and carried away, the injured Sniper grasped at his hand in pain. Spy was yanked up by the collar into a limp sitting position. He watched his lover support himself in a wide stance, legs looking like they were about to give at any moment.Sniper pressed the nose of the gun to the masked forehead. Blood ran down, staining the side of the Spy's face, streaming under one of his widened eyes. This was it. The Australian clenched his teeth, his breathing hitched, as he fingered the trigger of the gun. Anger obscured the pain he felt as he stood prepared to kill the man he'd once thought to be his lover. He pulled the trigger. The hollow, bulletless clicking sound bounced from the concrete walls. Sniper stared into the man's eyes and in a low long growl choked out, "You...are dead to me." Spy felt as though his insides were cut out. The Sniper ripped the watch from the man's hand and shoved him backward. Spy sat numbly on the cold dirty floor. He wished the Sniper had just shot him instead. -- All the Sniper could remember was waking in the infirmary, Medic looming over him, jotting notes on his clipboard. When he noticed the slightly open eyes of his patient he gave a quick smile. "You are lucky to be alive, Herr." Sniper looked around the room slowly. He was warm, laying down, unbound and bandaged up carefully. A bottle of liquor stood on a stand next to his bed. "Ze Soldier left zat for you..." the Medic's smile turned sour, "you were somezing to celebrate..." he turned away from his patient whose dark eyes swam in slow circles. The doctor tapped the I.V. that led into the Australian's bruised arm. "Sleep now...we will talk later, ja?" ~~ He limped down the hallway of the BLU base, trying his best to haul the stolen rifle that was strapped to his back silently. Sniper pressed against the adjacent wall as the Scout shot around the corner heading to where the gunshots had been fired. He heard the boy begin to cry for the team's Medic from the stairwell in long frightened yelps. The Sniper painfully wrapped the digital watch around his bruised, nearly bleeding wrist. Maybe he should have asked the fucking Spy how the piece of shit worked before he told the man he never wanted to see him again. He could hear the Scout's climbing footsteps. His heart began to beat faster, fingers slipping over the buttons sloppily. The boy stood at the top of the stairs, eyes wide as he stared the RED right in face before the Sniper melted away into invisibility. "YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!" The boy swung his bat around in a hysterical rage. It clanged wildly against the walls, the recoil sending the boy stumbling back. The Sniper stayed quietly crouched in his same position, the boy ran past him screaming down the hallway. "HE'S HERE, THE FUCKING COCKSUCKER, I SAW HIM!!" Sniper could hear loud vented breathing and murmured, "Fuckin' hell" The BLU pyro rounded the corner as the Scout pointed to the corridor the Sniper was desperately trying to scramble down. His cloaking faded leaving him exposed. He was barely able to get to his feet, knees stiff but pain dulled by spikes of adrenaline. The firebug shot a ball of flames towards him, just as the RED shooter swung his rifle from his back and fired. ~~ The misty cloud that fogged Sniper's reality faded away as the needle drip was pulled gently from his arm. Soldier stared down at the man, stone faced. "Wot-" "Three days ago nearly my entire squadron was obliterated. You're looking at two of the the four surviving members of this RED team...including yourself now..." Sniper could only stare, lost for words by the outpouring of information. "The Pyro is the other..." The Soldier answered the unasked question. The residual high from the painkillers allowed the Sniper to float back into his mind, remembering the day vividly. The Scout was playing ball. The Demo and Pyro were with the boy. They were laughing, completely unaware... He suddenly felt the urge to vomit. Medic stared at the bag of IV fluid, frozen in place. It was apparent he was fighting back the urge to cry. The RED army man placed his hand carefully on the Sniper's shoulder. "One more thing, private," the Soldier said, "how did you make it back here in one piece?" Sniper stared blankly. There was a long silence. "I don't remember," he replied in a mumble. Soldier patted the man gently. The answer seemed to be good enough for him. "It's good to have you back, private." ~~ Only a few more feet. The Heavy moved past the exit, gun barrel reeling loudly. Sniper would never be heard if he made a dash for the door. He could hear the Scout and Pyro, still on his trail, alerting the others. The cloak would wear off any second. Sniper ran, the large metal door slid up, the Heavy weapons man turned and began to fire as he fell through the door and onto the dirt. His legs were beginning to ache so badly he was afraid he wasn't going to be able to move anymore. Not now, he couldn't die now that he was out. Bullets rained down around him as he tumbled over a dirt mound away from the enemy base. No matter what, he couldn't stop moving forward. ~~ A soft voice floated into his ears, waking him once more. "You are still alive," Medic smiled slightly, holding up a pair of tweezers that tightly pinched a long bullet in its arms, "and completely free of foreign objects..." he chuckled as the bloodied slug dropped onto the metal surgical pan. "Ze anesthetic will make you feel a bit strange for a vhile. I suggest a few more days of bedrest-" The light was too bright to make out the face above him. That face... The face whose beautiful eyes narrowed, eyes that were bordered by a thin dark-blue mask and were accented by the slightly toothy smirk that the Aussie recalled seeing right before sex... Sniper felt the man's gloved hand touch his cheek gently. The shooter jerked away from the hand, eyes wide, "I want to be alone. In my quarters. I want to be alone." He repeated anxiously. The German looked at him strangely as the Sniper flinched away from him, "Ze medication vill vear off soon, herr. I should monitor you in ze mean ti-" Sniper pulled the needles from his arms, the RED Medic frantically tried to get a hold of his patient as he stood up and staggered to the door. "HERR SNIPER!" He ignored the yells from the doctor. -- Back in his van, the Sniper lay in bed, needle and thread in hand. His stitches had come open in his mad dash to solitude. The bangs on his door by the livid Medic were ignored as he opted to sew the wounds himself. The morphine must have still been coursing through his veins, he didn't feel a thing as he pulled and pushed the needle to and fro through his skin. His hand felt foreign as it skimmed over his skin gently. "You bleed only when I say you can, mon cher," Spy purred, running his fingers down the Aussie's bare chest. Sniper turned and stared into the face of the BLU Spy that stood beside him, needle in hand. The hallucination began to stitch the skin where he left off. "Why won't you leave me the fuck alone you fuckin' spook?!" Sniper growled angrily pulling away. The needle dangled from his half-sealed wound. "Leave you alone?" Spy leaned in, lips brushing the Sniper's ear, " Eez eet my fault zat ze recesses of your mind decided to evoke my image in a drug induced 'aze?" The sharpshooter stared, sweat dripping from his forehead. His body temperature spiked as his breathing quickened. The BLU Spy hushed him, pressing his hand gently to the Sniper's face, persuading him to lie down. "When we do see each other again what will you do, mon cher..." he took the needle up again and began to sew. Sniper could swear he felt the man push the sharp pin through him, gently tugging at the thread. "Kill you." The weak response came. "No you won't." Sniper's glazed eyes moved slowly to the face of the man who was bent down next to him. "You could not kill me in zat basement, you cannot kill me when you meet me again. In fact..." The hallucination snapped the sewing thread. He setting himself in a straddle over the man's hips, "you wish you could fuck me now, but your anger and pride won't let you admit zat." Sniper could only stare. His imaginary friend had him pinned in more ways than one, "No. I'd rather watch you choke on your own fuckin' blood and die..." Spy shrugged, "'ave it your way, mon ami." It appeared as though the masked assassin had cloaked and disappeared. Sniper knew better. His medication was wearing off. Searing pain shot through his legs. -- It took the Australian days before admitting that he needed the Medic. The German smugly took care of the RED Sniper and in a week he deemed the man fit for battle. A bit of an overstatement, what with the bruises, cuts, and gauges still apparent on the sharpshooter. Like any physical ailment would stop him anyway. Soldier paced about in front of his small RED battalion. One face stood out to the Sniper. The American had never mentioned that the RED Spy had survived but there he stood, stiffly, a bitter expression unmoving from his face and remained unmentioned. Their American spoke of the reinforcements that had arrived to replace their 'fallen brothers', gesturing to the new recruits who stood nervously, each aware of the sad and tired looks on the faces of the original RED team members. On the man went, rattling off strategies, procedures, and posting positions. The sound of light rain pattering on the metal roof above interrupted the Soldier mid-tirade. Each in the group noted the rain in passing, Pyro sighing annoyedly, until it became apparent that the shower was more of a torrential downpour. In a matter of an hour their battlefield was nothing but a pool of thick sandy mud. Sniper watched from his leaky, musty smelling post as his teammates trudged through the field, staying low behind rocks and slopes of mud as they tugged their feet from the sticky muck. The fledgling Scout seemed overwhelmed, his inability to move throwing him into a panic. His right shoe appeared to be missing. Sniper spotted the first hint of BLU over the far rocky ledge. They too seemed to be encountering their own issues. Like shootin' fish inna barrell, the sharpshooter first thought to himself before coming under the realization that the BLU forces were using the mud as cammoflage. Rocks looked like mud, that looked like people that he thought were rocks. The white noise of the rain seemed to lull him into a quiet meditative state. There. The BLU Scout ducked behind an enbankment. The little fucking prick... ~~ "See now from where I'm standin', bushman, you don't look so big no more." The BLU Scout sneered as the Sniper kneeled in a crumple of pain on the hard cement floor of the basement. His legs hurt like hell, shins pounded by the club the boy weilded. The end of the bat touched gently under the shooter's chin, tilting his head up and to the side. "Looks like those red marks on ya neck are goin' away, huh?" the boy crouched down, eye level with the older man. Before Sniper could react, Scout was sinking his sharp little teeth into his skin, scraping and sucking. The assailant pulled away quickly and admired the bright red mark he'd made as it bled from the small circle of dots on the Sniper's neck. ~~ In a blind rage the RED Sniper fired off the fastest three shots he ever remembered firing. Two in the boys shoulders and one pinnged the muscle of his calf. The boy's BLU teammates were alerted instantly to his position. "You remember me too, don't ya..." Sniper murmured to himself as the Medic turned, facing his direction. ~~ Red shirt torn away, the gloved hand was finally able to skim his chest in very precise, very straight lines. The Doctor smiled at him politely as if he were a piece of meat to look over. This was all very normal to him...not a trace of compassion. ~~ He made sure the BLU doctor wouldn't be having an easy of a time performing any medical procedures for a while. He fired one shot into the man's shoulder. The German spun back and hit the ground, mud flying up around him. Sniper didn't want them to die. He wanted them to suffer. The enemy was beginning to catch on. Adrenaline laced with pure rage fueling his actions as he looked for the Soldier. If anyone could have survived a shot to the chest it was the burly, ego-maniacal army man. Sniper wanted to put a bullet in every limb of the man's body, watch him seize in pain, see if the army man had the capacity to feel pain at all. All of the anger, the pain, the humiliation, built into a pile, that grew as each moment passed. It wasn't the American he spotted next but the Spy as he faded into visiblity. He was without his jacket, wet and muddied, on the outskirts of the field, a bit of a distance from the sharpshooter's post. The BLU, backstabbing-piece-of-shit-spook. Sniper's emotions took over. A small voice warned him not to shoot, begged him to remember any good feeling he'd felt... Boom. The Sniper fired a well aimed slug into the enemy Spy's chest. The man's body fell to the ground instantaneously, unmoving. Sniper sat bolt upright after the shot had been fired, after the body limply hit the ground. His hands that gripped around his weapon went limp. ~~ As the Spy pressed against him, hands working at the knotted ropes around the captive's wrists, the RED Sniper began to realize how he missed the assassin. His smell, the parts of his body that pressed firmly against his, the angles of his musculature. The Australian was in so much pain. If the Spy killed him it would be quick, maybe nice even... "When I untie your 'ands you will take the gun from my pocket, hit me as 'ard as you can. Take my watch. It will 'elp you." Spy murmured in a very low voice barely moving his lips, "Shoot ze Sniper first. Ze Soldier is unarmed..." Sniper concentrated on the last sweet memory he had with the man, right before he'd been taken captive; running his hands up past the material of the mask, touching his face, tasting his neck... he still felt something for the Spy. In spite of himself he replied, "Wot's keepin' me from blowin' a hole through your fucking head?" in a nearly inaudible growl. ~~ The harsh pounding of the rain tangled with the maddening ringing sound that hummed in his ears. Sniper felt as though he was standing behind his own body, watching himself stare at the dead figure lying on the field, completely disconnected from the situation. None of this was happening. He hadn't shot anyone. It all felt surreal. Inside Sniper's head his thoughts were rearranged. The days he'd spent with the enemy Spy while he was covert and not, his feelings, and his imprisonment were placed into a small box and pushed away. It became dark out. The rain still poured. Hours passed. The noise of battle died down. Sniper's mind refused to acknowledge the situation, and in so doing quieted the memories he had of the man he'd just killed, until they were faded, insignificant images. -- The shooter found himself staring at the wall away from the window of his post, rifle on the floor, cup of coffee in hand. Someone had put a blanket around his shoulders. The man seated next to him placed his hand on the Sniper's arm. "Are you hurt, mon ami?" The sound of the voice jarred the sharpshooter. He turned his head quickly. The RED Spy took a long drag from his cigarette and examined the Sniper's face.
-- Quiet. The RED Spy had accompanied the Sniper back to his van and sat him down. The humming in the shooter's head had not ceased. He took in a short breath and fixed his eyes upon the assassin who pulled a chair in front of him and sat. Nothing was said for a long stretch of time. Sniper didn't feel awkward, quite the opposite. He was comforted by the familiar presence. A thin stream of smoke came slowly from between the Spy's lips after a long pull from his cigarette. His mouth curled into a smile that the Sniper misread. The Aussie had assumed too much about his comrade. Assumed that his caring was genuine. Assumed he would be like /him/. The masked man leaned forward, his body stiff and at the same time fluid. Sniper equated the man to a snake, smooth and very aware of his own physique. "What 'appened in ze battle today, mon Sniper?" Sniper was unaccustomed to hearing the accent come from another source. The sharpshooter wasn't deterred when the man advanced, looming over him, looking down upon him as if the Spy were a cobra ready to sink his fangs into his prey, wrap his body around the Sniper. The bird didn't move. "Eez it because you are still shaken from your captivity?..." the Spy smiled in the same gentle way the BLU Medic had smiled at him, "None of us really know what 'appened to you though, mon ami. The Soldier did not care to ask you anything." He shook his head shortly, eyes locked on the Sniper's. "They were messy. A bunch'a amateurs." Sniper answered back. "So you escaped? By yourself?" Sniper didn't respond. "Someone helped you didn't they..." Spy sat down next to him on the bed, "don't worry, I won't tell anyone..." he exhaled a long puff of smoke and waited for a response in vain. The Sniper was inside his head now, unwilling to respond, becoming introverted again. "It was the BLU Spy wasn't it?" The Aussie turned, eyes going wide. "O' come now, do you think I am stupid? Ze watch I found on you-" "I stole it from the fucking spook at the BLU base-" "You killed him today," Spy enjoyed the tiny flinching reaction he had elicited from sturdy Sniper. The snake was enjoying himself. "Leave." "You do not want me to go, because I remind you of 'im." Sniper's breathing hastened, as a sexual fantasy swirled around in his head. He began to wonder if the RED Spy felt like /him/. If his body would give in the same ways that the BLU Spy's had. If his sweat dripped down his body in the same patterns or if his throaty moans would make the Sniper's cock hard... It was the shooter who closed the distance between himself and his RED comrade. He shoved his tongue inside the man's mouth, felt himself falling backwards onto the bed, the weight of the body atop him pressing down on him entirely. Small whimpers escaped from the Sniper's mouth as he felt the Spy grab his erection through his zipped pant and give it a rough rub. He couldn't move, didn't want to move. He wanted the Spy to tear his clothing off, sink his teeth into his muscles, make his badly stitched wounds bleed. He wanted to be fucked. The Sniper's arms lay limp at his sides as the Spy tore the clothes from him, digging his fingers into the wounded skin as he pulled the shooter under himself. The assassin left his clothing on, pulling his hard cock from his pants after inching them down slightly. He would give the Sniper none of what he needed. No tenderness, no gentle touches, nor soft skin against his; only the pain he desired. It came slowly at first, the searing ache that made the Sniper arch up from the mattress, as Spy's two saliva slicked finger entered him quickly. This is what /he/ felt; the feeling of inescapable pain the BLU Spy must have felt as the Sniper prepared him for sex. If it was the only way he'd ever feel close to the man again then he would embrace it. The RED Spy was forceful with his movements, his body felt heavier, stiffer. He seized the shooter by the throat, negligent of the black and blue that painted the skin from still relatively painful wounds, and forced the head of his cock inside the man. Had he, the Sniper, ever hurt his deceased lover this badly? Regret, and unspoken apologies began to run through his head as he recalled everything he could have said or done to the man that could have hurt him this badly. Physical pain subsided and was replaced by mental torment he'd brought upon himself. The man above him pulled out quickly. And for the moment, as brief as it was, the hand was removed from his bruised and torn throat allowing a long breath of air to rush into his lungs. The gulp of air ended in a strangled sound as the man pushed into the Australian again. The hard cock felt slicker, colder. There were no words, no sweet whispers or charming questions. No "mon cher" or "mon ami" or French ramblings that made him hot with want. This was hard sex, like two animals that'd stumbled upon each other and decided to fuck for the sake of fucking. Sniper felt himself open around the man as he slid in and out in long strokes, fragments of pleasure woven in the pain he felt all over. Without warning the man flipped him over onto his stomach and pinned his face into the blankets, leaving the Sniper to struggle to his hands and knees. Spy continued to ride the man until the small moans that escaped his throat were followed by louder cries from the man beneath him. He grinned widely, grabbing the submissive man's neglected cock.Each firm stroke drove the pleasurable streams of feeling farther up Sniper's stomach. He remained on the edge of orgasm as his body shook, muscles straining under the rhythmic pounding. He squeezed his eyes shut as the man fucking him moaned out loudly, cumming inside the Sniper with one last thrust. Spy pulled himself from the body below, sticky semen dripping from his half-hard dick. Maybe if the Sniper said nothing the man would not notice he hadn't experience release. Muscles flinching, he eased himself down to the bed, laying on his stomach, breathing in the very feint smell of a human he could barely remember. "Roll over, now." Sniper slowly but obediently moved to lay on his back. The Spy looked over the sharpshooter's hard flesh, that stood proudly in the air, slit lightly wet with pre-cum. He studied the Sniper's body, stopping at his flushed face and half lidded eyes. "'ave you not enjoyed yourself?" Spy smiled gently, sitting back on his calves, clothes disheveled. Sniper's head lolled to the side, becoming aware of the open wounds on his body where stitches were carelessly pulled and ripped. "Eet eez usually frowned upon," the assassin said gently, as he seemed to wipe his hand down his face, "but I think it will make you feel much better." Sniper had never seen a Spy disguise its form before so closely. The man's color changed, his body, the look of his face under his mask. Suddenly he was staring at his BLU Spy. The BLU Spy was stroking him slowly, laying his head on his thigh as he looked up at the man with a slight toothy smirk. "Eez zees better, mon cher?" the assassin purred as he took the head of of the Sniper's cock into his mouth slowly. The Aussie jerked up into the man's mouth quickly. It was impossible to hold back the waves of pleasure that followed his orgasm with that face staring up at him. He shuddered, crying out loudly, stomach muscles clenching as he dug his fingers into the masked face drawing cum from his cock. As he opened his eyes he was met with the smirking face of the RED Spy, who looked victorious, grinning. Sniper laid his head back, embarrassed and angry with himself. "Eet eez alright to miss him...just remember, I can give this to you again if you ask." The prospect only made the Sniper more upset, he could not admit what he felt to himself but he was truly heartbroken. He asked the man to leave, mumbling an order and pointing to the door. The RED Spy did not hesitate to abandon the man. -- The long day that followed was filled with the burden of focusing while the steamy heat rose from the gooey mud field. Is there ever a fuckin' day where this place doesn't seem like hell, Sniper thought to himself as he routinely scanned the terrain. Neither his team nor their enemy made a move. Neither of the energetic little runts ran on to the field in their uncontrolled zeal. Waste of fucking time, although it did keep him busy. Kept his mind off of things... A long rest was needed to really get his head straight. Gather his thoughts, perhaps come to terms with things that he could not change and move on. Maybe visit the Medic to get himself checked out. He'd ask for some drugs, see if the German would do him a favor. Or he could lie, say he was in pain all the time and see what that got him. A stay in the man's ward or a bottle of pills, it really didn't matter. "Somethin' to take the edge off..." Sniper mumbled to himself as he stood at the door of his van, unlocking the knob and giving it a sharp turn. Rifle in hand, he entered planning to drop off his equipment before visiting the doctor. It was he last thing he remembered before breathing in a deep lung full of chloroform. -- A stream of slurred curses followed Sniper as he came to. Dizzy, nauseous, tied up, lying on his side....and seeing things. It always did end in him bound up in some way. At least his imagination was trying to put him at ease with the image of the BLU Spy seated next to him, looking peeved, wrapped up in a similar way. "Get up already." the blob of BLU snapped at him. Sniper stayed in an awkward reclining position. He felt himself pulled up into a seated position, still swaying back and forth on the bed of his trailer. In nearly the same exact position, in the same chair, sat the same RED Spy from the night before. A small smile played at his facial features. The Sniper quickly realized he was not imagining the BLU Spy beside him. He was very real and appeared annoyed in his composed manner; his smirk bent upward more to one side and his eyebrows arched unevenly. Sniper couldn't care. He was so fucking confused, freaked out, and...happy. The fact that he was knocked out and bound up by his own team mate was irrelevant. The fucking BLU Spy bastard was alive. He wanted to grab the man and embrace him, tell him how happy he was alive and didn't have a giant fucking hole blown in his chest. He could only muster up a short, confused, "You..." that came off a bit more aggressive than he meant. "Yes, alive no thanks to you," BLU Spy replied bitterly. His RED counterpart sat, musing over the exchange between the two 'lovers'. He carefully and very deliberately placed a cigarette between his lips. The flick of his lighter caught the pair's attention, as the tied up Spy looked at his opposite almost expectantly. RED Spy's dark eyes flicked to the man across from himself, then to his own lit smoke. He stood, flipping his cool silver case open, Sniper's eyes fixed on the man whom he trusted less and less by the moment. The snakish assassin plucked a long cigarette from its tightly packed resting place and set it between the bound Spy's parted lips. He flicked open the lighter and held it inches from the end of the cigarette. BLU Spy leaned forward quickly only to have the tiny flame snuffed out before him with a snap. His brows furrowed in frustration as he looked at the man dressed in deep RED who stood above him, smirking. RED Spy was the first to break the silence, "'ow long 'ave you two been meeting in secret?" The BLU assassin's eyes fixed on the lighter that was dangled in front of him, lips curling around the long white tobacco stick in his mouth. He'd never talk, Sniper thought surely to himself. "A month and a 'alf," Spy nodded his head from side to side in thought, "geev or take." The sharpshooter's mouth feel open slightly. He watched the man next to him lean forward again trying to catch the flame that appeared, beckoning him once more. RED Spy retracted his arm, "And what 'as ze Sniper told you?" "Nothing important really, only zat 'e enjoys burying his cock inside me." "And 'ow many times have you... fucked?" "Only once-" "WOT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING-!?" Sniper burst out. Spy continued, "But we screwed like cats in heat..." "STOP TELLIN' HIM THINGS YOU FUCKIN' IDIOT!" Spy growled back, "I WANT MY CIGARETTE LIT." Sniper sounded his disbelieve in a loud exhasperated grunt. RED sneered, "I would wager you would tell me 'ow long ze Sniper's dick eez if I asked-" "Seven and a 'alf inches-" "SHUT UP ALREADY YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" Sniper interrupted. "But you would already know zat on good authority, wouldn't you, mon ami," BLU Spy didn't break eye contact with the RED assassin as he let the light catch the end of the smoke. Sniper's heart felt like it'd fallen into his stomach. The Spy had seen him with his teammate, fucking around, and from what it sounded like, out of context. The only reason he'd ever wanted to touch the RED Spy was to feel /him/ again. As hard as the sharpshooter tried, he could not forget the man he felt something for. The man in control murmured to his counterpart in French, //"He is good, I'll admit that,"// he nodded to the Sniper, who seemed uneasy with the language barrier, //He must be, for you to wander into such an obvious trap. Did you think I didn't realize you were alive? Do you think I can't spot a dead ringer when I see it?"// "Wot is he saying?" The BLU assassin ignored the Sniper, opting to continue the conversation is his native tongue, //"What is your end game?"// the murmur came as he sucked in a short drag of his cigarette. RED leaned back stiffly, body tense and lithe all at once,//"To kill the both of you if I don't receive a good enough reason to let either of you live..."// he motioned to the both of them, cigarette in hand. BLU Spy's eyebrows knitted together in thought. //"Can you give me that reason?"// RED asked. //"I love him."// came the answer. It was worth a shot, to win over the man's emotions. Like the situation could get any worse as it stood, and it was really the only good reason he could come up with at the moment. The man's eyebrows arched upwards at the admission, giving short choked laugh that ended in a cloud of smoke. The RED Spy looked at his comrade and laughed shortly again. //"HIM?"// Somehow the BLU Spy did not share the same amusement. He sat stone-faced as ash fell from his smoke. RED Spy chuckled. //"You're lucky I have a soft spot for doomed romances."// "SPEAK ENGLISH!! FUCKIN' HELL!" The cobra looked at the bird, sneering with bared teeth. He took a long pull from his cigarette as his eyes narrowed studying the Australian. //"Do you think he feels the same way about you?"// his eyes flicked to the enemy Spy, sneer still apparent. Well, BLU Spy thought, he had wooed the man, betrayed him, and left him to be beaten in a basement for a good two days. He did deserve to be shot, really. He stayed silent, attempting to work his hands from the ropes. //"Why would he need you when I can be /you/, a better copy even."// Spy was still touchy about what he'd seen. The Sniper under the man, being mercilessly fucked, scratched and torn, crying out. He'd left when the RED Spy flipped the man face down and rammed into him. He couldn't watch anymore. It had only been eight hours since he had 'died' that last night; was the Sniper really that loose or had he moved on that easily? BLU Spy watched the man glide over and untie the Sniper's hands, murmuring in a low tone, "You can leave if you'd like." "Wot about him..." The Aussie motioned to the BLU Spy. The only response was a shrug from the masked man standing over him. Sniper remained in place, squeezing his fists open and closed. "Do you really care what 'appens to zees man? 'e 'ad you captured and tortured. I'd consider zees justice, wouldn't you?" For a moment the point seemed to be considered. The sharpshooter looked over the tied up man but remained, unmoving from his spot. "Nah I think I'm where I need ta be, thanks mate." RED nodded, //"At least he doesn't want you dead, that's a good sign."//, he smiled at the Sniper, //"He knows if he tries anything, I'll kill you. I think he would miss you after all..."// He was really starting to piss the BLU assassin off. //"Since I'm in no mood to see the bushman cry, why don't we come to an agreement yes?"// The Sniper was already working the ties from around his lover's wrists, paranoid and frustrated at not being able to understand either of the men for the most part. He searched the BLU Spy's face for any indication of what the other was saying. //"Show me what your 'love' looks like and I'll let you both live for the moment,// He spoke in a taunting, condescending tone. //"How..."// the freed assassin asked reluctantly with no desire to actually hear the man's request. RED Spy breathed in the last bit of his cigarette, flicking it to the ground and grinding it under the tip of his shoe into the floor, //"Fuck him."//
Mon Petit Becassine By : I eat paste Last Part(#?) Iz already posted this part, I'm resubmitting it for reading ease. -- //"...What?"// Sniper didn't need to know French to know from the BLU Spy's tone of voice that something was just not going right. The incredulous look on the assassin's face as he stared down the RED Spy, glaring, the first time the sharpshooter ever remembered the man looking this rattled. //"The both of you,"//, the RED assassin began slowly as if the other man were an idiot, //" undress, get on the bed in whatever fashion you desire, and fuck each other."// The RED Spy had no actual desire to see the two men go at it. This was a personal matter. Two long weeks ago, as the RED Spy lay on his back in one of the long tunnels of the battlements, after having holes punched through his limbs, barely able to move let alone stand and walk, he swore that if he ever had a chance to catch and kill the parties responsible for his condition, he would. And to say it was a coincidence that as he lay cloaked, nearly bleeding to death, that the RED Spy would see his BLU counterpart *delicately* carrying and *gently* placing the unconscious RED Sniper to the ground, was an understatement. The RED assassin was sure he would be caught by the other undamaged BLU Spy, but was surprised to see his opposite more concerned with...other matters. The BLU Spy's hand glided across the Sniper's bloodied head almost lovingly. And it was especially odd to watch the man lean his forehead against the Aussie's and murmur something in French that NO professional should ever utter in any language... //"Forgive me..."// Immediately after his utterance, his BLU bat-totting teammate made his way into the tunnel, passing completely over the body of the RED Spy as he sprinted yelling out orders to the BLU Spy who played it cool as he roughly picked the Sniper up and threw the rag doll body over his shoulder. Further investigation was merited, the RED assassin decided as he dragged his body to, luckily, where the RED Medic was able to see him before his team abandoned the field. It became wonderfully obvious that things between his Sniper and their Spy were much more intricate, filled with emotional attachment that one could liken to a dog and its owner. RED Spy knew what love was, with a proper woman, at the correct time, but never let that relationship interfere with his job. Fucking the Sniper was just a joke, and was quite enjoyable, especially when he became aware of the power he lorded over the man. That alone got him off, knowing he could completely control the human that so many on the RED team now respected ever since his 'heroic' return. With certainty that the two idiots were in a relationship that was not only disgusting and abhorrent, but completely against every regulation set in place was delicious; He wondered how the offence "anally fucking the enemy" would be punishable. RED Spy watched the two, Sniper still completely unaware of what was going on or going to happen as the BLU Spy placed a gentle gloved hand under his chin, a forced smile held to ease the tension from the situation. The sharpshooter's eyes flicked over to the man who stared them down. "Wot does he want..." The Spy leaned in slowly and kissed the confused man, who immediately pushed back, eyes flicking from the face before him to the voyeur and back. "Not fuckin' NOW-" "You wanted to know what 'e wants..." Sniper looked over to his RED comrade, a look of disgust and anger plastered on his face. The cobra sneered, "Take all ze time you need, but you should know zat if I get bored I won't 'esitate to 'urt one of you, and I would much rather watch both of you awkwardly fuck each other..." Before the shooter could spit back an angry retort and physically get up and go after the man, the BLU Spy let a small soft hushing sound escape from his lips. "Geev him what 'e wants," it was a less than convincing argument, but the assassin was starting to feel very sexually frustrated. The taste of the man's lips still lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the sudden hot feel he was experiencing left his face burning and body tingling. Sniper's eyes had drifted over to the RED Spy who mused. "Do not look at him," Spy took the man by the chin and turned his attention, "concentrate on me..." he leaned in again, lips grazing the Sniper's, "on zees..." mouth opening slightly, tongue poking out, he took the Aussie's bottom lip between his. Everything that related to the taste and texture of the Sniper made the Spy feel safe and warm. He wanted to take everything at a painfully slow pace so he could prolong their sex and satiate the aching hunger he had. Masturbating over the memories of the Sniper taking him could only be so enjoyable but the small hope of being able to have sex with him again kept his body hot with want, and made every orgasm seem that much more real. Spy whimpered as the Sniper became more comfortable returning the kiss feverishly pressing his open mouth against his, sucking on the tongue that pushed its way into his mouth, the taste of cigarette smoke still coating the wet wiggling muscle. The Australian's hands gripped the Spy's jacket pulling him closer. Their bodies crushed together as one wrapped his arms around the other not sure of what to do first, the other sloppily ripping at clothing and only making the tangled mess more impossible. RED Spy looked on, becoming bored and angry with the pair's comfort. Sniper cupped his lover's erection as the Spy tried to sort out the mess with their clothing, fumbling with buttons as teeth and tongue went at his throat unrelentingly, sending hot sparks up and down his body, through his fingers and arms making him feel weak all over. //"Enjoy him while you can, my friend. When will ever be able to have this pleasure again?"// The BLU Spy ignored the baiting but noticed the Sniper becoming uneasy again. Vying for the man's attention, he pulled off his dress jacket and tie, lying back on the bed. Spy gently bit the tip of each finger, pulling his gloves off slowly, eyes locked on the Aussie. Glove from one hand discarded, he splayed his legs and began to work his hand over his still clothed body while giving the other hand the same meticulous treatment, smirking playfully. Sniper licked lips with the tip of his tongue, entranced by the movements. His shirt only took seconds to pull off, the few buttons left popping from their slots. His fingers went to the Spy's shirt as the man eyed his body. Sadness formed as a lump in Spy's throat as he was finally able to see the damage of the abuse the man had taken while held captive. Long scars and marks that overlapped large dark bruised and scrapes ran the length of his Sniper's body. He still appeared a tad thin, and the stitches that were meant to hold the deepest wounds closed were ripped open or sloppily sewn back together. It hurt the most to see the hand shaped around it on the Sniper's throat. The assassin didn't realize it but his hand had traveled up to the man's throat, encircling until the marks matched up with his own fingers. His heart sank until he felt a gentle grasp on his extended hand. The Sniper laced his fingers in between the other man's and smiled as he pinned the hand back, apply slight weight to the man's body as he leaned down. Spy could feel lips at his ear as the man murmured, "They don't hurt anymore now." Sniper's hands fumbled with the BLU assassin's pants as he unzipped and tugged them down. Feeling the clothing fall completely from his body as his bare chest touched the Sniper's lightly as he breathed in and out, Spy began to involuntarily murmur in French, words and phrases that weren't foreign to the Sniper, just completely incomprehensible. He'd heard them all before and ignored them, but the RED Spy found them more interesting in context. //"I've missed your lips on my skin, your tongue in my mouth...// Sniper's mouth went to his ear working at the soft skin of Spy's shoulder as he shifted and wiggled from the rest of his clothing, pressing his erection against the other man's. //"I want to feel you inside me. I've missed you being inside me..."// the BLU assassin groaned, eyes half lidded and voice filled with lust, still murmuring in another language lost to the man who was currently gripping both their cocks together and firmly stroking. The RED Spy could feel his face flush. "I have no idea...what the fuck you're sayin'..." Sniper said between gasps for air, "but don't stop...unh." Sniper had to slow down. The Spy let out an angry growl as the fingers around his cock disappeared. The Aussie leaned over, reaching under the pillow behind the man's head, pulling a small bottle of lotion from underneath. Spy smirked, "Got a beet lonely, mon cher?" The Aussie merely rubbed the cold slick substance in his hand and shoved two slick fingers inside the man below. The assassin choked on his words and let out a deep guttural groan. "That should shut you up nicely..." Sniper leaned down kissing the Spy's covered ear. The situation was slipping from the RED Spy's grasp quickly. He found it hard to pull his gaze from the two as the Sniper slowly eased himself into the body below him that arched up. The BLU Spy ran his bare fingertips up and down his body as his leg was lifted over the sharpshooter's shoulder. Both their mouths hung open, as did the RED Spy's. He watched the Sniper roll his hips, snapping forward as the Frenchman beckoned him harder and faster. The RED voyeur stared, angry with himself for the feelings of pleasure as he watched the scene before him. The BLU Spy's head lolled to the side, eyes finding focus on his opposite's face. His smirk made the RED grind his jaw, but the next action pushed the man over the edge as the BLU assassin flicked him the finger, a wide victorious sneer growing as the Australian grunted and pounded into him harder, sounding close to orgasm. The BLU assassin's eyes rolled back into his head. He became completely unaware of his surroundings... and the RED Spy who rose slowly from his chair and walked silently behind the Sniper. He was close, so close. The friction between their bodies caused the warm sensation to rise further. The beautiful pressure from the body above the BLU Spy disappeared. Behind the Sniper knelt the man who held complete control of the pair. The RED Spy's palms pressed to the nude man's stomach and chest, pulling him against himself, as the Sniper awkwardly adjusted to the situation. "Get the fuck off of 'im." The BLU Spy growled. The RED assassin forced the Sniper's hips forward. //"Are you still enjoying yourself..."// he kneed the sharpshooter in the back further driving him into the man below, who arched up and groaned, //"Do you still want to reach your orgasm?"// The Sniper leaned back, trying to remove himself but only received another sharp jab into the small of his back urging him forward. //"Do you want to cum?..."// The RED Spy hummed to his foil. Sniper couldn't help himself. He wanted to continue, but this felt wrong. It felt as though he was raping the man below him, as the RED Spy coerced the movements of his body, forcing his hips into a rhythm. The knee in his back was becoming painful, and the pleasure Sniper found with each thrust made him regret ever pulling out. The BLU Spy attempted to retort but could only moan. //"You don't care who fucks you as long as someone is riding your ass..."// Sniper watched as as the BLU assassin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to move away from him. The Australian wanted to turn and smash his fist into the RED Spy's face, and would have if the feeling of a cold, sharp metal blade hadn't graze against the skin of his back. The marksman glanced backward, RED Spy sneering at him, prodding him with his blade while sinking his teeth into the rough bruised skin Sniper's throat. The sharpshooter's body lengthened as he avoided the knife, leaning his head back as the firm jaw locked around the tendon in his neck held him in place. The BLU Spy finally opened his eyes, staring at the Sniper who was arched back in a lovely way against the RED Spy...who did not appear to be RED at all anymore. The BLU Spy was staring himself down, or more specifically the RED Spy cloaked in his color. The dominate 'BLU' dragged his tongue up the Aussie's neck, in a long, slow line, sneering. His intense gaze was unwavering. In that moment the assassin's body shuddered, orgasm rolling through his body, unrelenting despite his anger. He dug his nails into the Sniper's jerking hips as he watched the Aussie's chest expand and contract, taking deep gulps of air as he slowly came down from his high, short little thrusts riding out the ecstasy of his completion. The RED Spy uncloaked returning to his bright crimson color, a devious grin on his face, "So much for your love for 'im, /mon cher/." With a smug look of satisfaction, RED rose from the creaking bed, gently pressing his hand against a slight crease in his suit, smoothing it out. The rickety metal door smacked its frame as it swung shut. Sniper rolled to the side of the Spy lying beside him in bed taking in deep breaths. The Frenchman reached down beside the bed, pulling his pants to himself and fishing a cigarette from the little shiny case inside one of the pockets. "Zat man deserves to be shot in ze fucking face..." He murmured, cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, lighting the end. He took a long drag and passed it to the Sniper who slowly raised his hand and took the smoke, gratefully. "Wot did he mean when he said that..." Spy of course knew what the man was referring to; the last comment made by the snake before he promptly left. The phrase rolled around in his mind as he tried to think of the best lie to tell the Sniper. "I don't know." It was weak, exceedingly weak, but in Spy's defense he was post-coital and hanging on to the tiny thread of pride he had left. If the Sniper had pushed the subject, he would have caved, would have told him he really did value the man as a friend...more than a friend... But there was no talking, just peaceful silence. "I thought I killed you." Sniper cleared his throat, tripping over the last few words. He coughed as he took the last drag from the Spy's cigarette flicking the ashes off. Spy rolled over and smoothly sat on the Sniper's hips, taking the rough calloused hand in his, "Would you like me to show you where you would 'ave shot me?" "Tryin' to make me feel worse about it?" Spy shook his head, a small smile playing at his facial features, "Non, not at all," he said, studying the man's hand, "I want to show you 'ow good you are." It was as if he found sport in making light of morbidity, the Sniper thought as he gave a lopsided smile. His hand was pressed to the center of the Spy's chest firmly. "Right 'ere." He could feel the light thumping of the man's heart from where his palm was pressed. A pleasant, steady beating beneath the warm flesh. Sniper stared at his as his fingertips slipped down the sweaty skin. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He liked the way the Spy's muscles twitched as he dragged his fingers in lines up and down. His lover let out a long breath, soothed by the gentle touches that scattered in patterns over his body. The long sinews in the Spy's neck were irresistibly tense, the Sniper thought as his nails grazed skin and fingers pushed under the slight edge of his mask, the flesh of the jaw underneath scratchy with stubble. He began to pull his hands away until he heard the small murmur of, "Don't stop..." The words sounded uncertain and confused the Sniper who kept his hands still as the Spy leaned his head down using the firm hands of the sharpshooter to drag his mask away. Sniper's hands cupped the uncovered face that was made of smooth planes that ended in sharp angles. Skin was marred by small scars and marks of age, the flesh underneath his eyes was dark and made the blue eyes the Sniper had often overlooked seem piercing. His long nose slopped gracefully to a point. He rubbed his thumbs against the man's cheeks, staring. "I am human under zees mask..." the Spy said in a low voice. The remark was strange but hit a chord. Sniper had never really thought of the Spy as another person; he was an ethereal entity that seemed shapeless and nameless. But the sharpshooter was staring into the face of another human, a human with the same vulnerabilities as he, the same emotions... Had the Frenchman told the RED Spy he had feelings for him? Sniper's eyes stayed locked on the light blue irises the disappeared behind eyelids with each slow, tired blink from the Spy. The sharpshooter couldn't bite his tongue before he mumbled out, "You're handsome." His face flushed instantly, embarrassed, wishing he could take back the complement that he would never live down. Spy smirked, the mask rolling back down over his face. Sniper tried to quickly memorize, knowing full well he may never see the man under that mask again. With a sluggishness that denoted exhaustion, Spy removed himself from atop the Sniper. "I 'ave to leave now..." Sniper caught the man's wrist pulling at him, "It's too late to leave..." "I can't stay, mon cher..." Sniper smiled, his grip around the man's wrist unremitting, "Shhhh..." Spy couldn't help but smile back, lying down beside the man, feeling warm arms wrap around his cooling body. The Aussie murmured as he began to slip into sleep, smile still on his lips, "You'll be gone before anyone notices, I promise..." Spy trusted the words of reassurance. The warm, sleeping body pressed against his was all he needed, though. The little voice in the back of his head told him that this was what he wanted. He did not want to be alone.
Again, sorry about the formatting.
Haha. Oh god, sorry about that. I forgot that, in long fics like this, I often just save the porny bits. Thank you for posting the rest. Now I kinda feel like a pervy jackass. Oh well. I know what I am.
It's all good. I tend to save everything, order it by class pairing, alphabetize those, and then rank them out of 5. So, there's that...
I've been waiting to do that, but I've got like, 200 fics now, and no idea where to start. Some day.
Just post them all and be done with it. For me. :D
Sorry. Most of them came from here anyway. You'd gain maybe one or two fics that aren't here, and they likely wouldn't be ones that are that great. However, if you're looking for Shakespeare porn, I have got the hook-up. Got a certain Mercutio-Tybalt fic that is HOT. Haha.
>>17 Same (except for the Shakespeare porn), but some other places to check: Deviant Art http://tf2-slash.Sparkledog Central.com/ http://tartan-terror.Sparkledog Central.com/ http://tf2ocs.Sparkledog Central.com/ (club for OCs so beware) http://tf2-sexymans.Sparkledog Central.com/ http://crackfortress2.Sparkledog Central.com/ http://spies-like-us.Sparkledog Central.com/ http://kukris-and-knifes.Sparkledog Central.com/ And many more, but you get the point Y-gallery (you need an account) http://necrophilia.y-gallery.net/club/5808/ http://necrophilia.y-gallery.net/club/8837/ (club for OCs so beware) Others http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Team%20Fortress%202/works http://tf2-slash.livejournal.com/ (you need an account) And there are many more, but that is what google is for.
Maybe we could start a thread about fanfics we found somewhere else. There's a few good ones among the crap in fanfiction.net and other places. Or would that be frowned on?
>>18 Heh. That y-aoi filtering into necrophilia was new.
This fic is perfection. It's such a shame the first post spoils the whole story.