Just two quick things to know about this fanfic: it is Scout/Sniper/Spy. There are no respawns. Alright, haven’t written a fic in awhile, so let’s see how this goes! Beyond the Freakin' Fence The morning began as many mornings do in the BLU facility. It was with great angst that each bedroom door in the private-quarters hall was opened as Soldier marched through, ordering the ‘maggots’ to ‘rise, shine, and get ready to kill’. It was with great mental complaint that each team member dressed himself and shuffled from his room. And it was with great delight that each butt found his seat in the small cafeteria, greeted by the smell of eggs, fruit, and hash browns cooked to just the gentlest crisp. The team shuffled along in a line, trays eagerly held out for spatulas to drop portioned food onto their plates. Sniper gave a sleepy smile as he watched the potatoes heap next to his eggs. His feline smirk was interrupted by the sudden pressing of a tray into his back and a shrill voice in his ear. “’Ey yo, grandpa! Move a little faster, wouldja? Some of us wanna eat BEFORE the fight begins!†Sniper glared over his shoulder at the BLU Scout, who was prodding him with the edge of his tray. He merely grumbled under his breath, beginning to walk forward again before shooting a glance back at Scout. “Hey wait a second there. Weren’t you just at the front of the line?†he asked, poking the brim of Scout’s hat. “What can I say? Imma wicked fast eater. An’ I’d be diggin’ through my seconds right about now if SOMEONE weren’t holdin’ up the friggin line! Let’s go, go, go kangaroo boy!†Scout bounced impatiently in place, his stomach audibly grumbling as he did so. How he managed to put away as much food as he did, the rest of the team would never know. Spy was the last to sit down at the long dining table. He preferred to have his morning smoke while waiting for the rest of the team to fill their plates. “Oh huh huh!†he exclaimed as he swallowed a mouthful of eggs. “Chef Pyro, you have outdone yourself zis time! Zese eggz! Zey are zunny-zide perfection!†He gently cut another piece, choosing to savor the flavor rather than leap in mouth-first like the majority of the team tended to do. “Yea, yea. Real good today,†Scout exclaimed as he sucked down a protein shake. “They taste just like my ma’s!†“You know what else tastes like your muzzer’s?†said Spy. He paused for a moment, the rest of the team anxiously waiting for the answer. “Ze RED Spy’s co-“ “SHUT THE FUCK UP you slimy piece ‘a shit! Why I outta bonk your fuckin’ face in, you CREEP! How’d ya like a big taste of my BAT?!†Scout practically lunged over the table at Spy, but Demoman wrapped his arms around the young runner’s midsection to keep him in place. “Now, now, lad! Harness yer anger! Save it fer battle!†Demoman declared, easily keeping hold of the struggling Scout. “What the fuck ever,†Scout said, ceasing his attempts to break free. “The frog ain’t worth my time, anyways,†he snarled through his teeth as he stormed from the cafeteria, stopping only in the kitchen to restock his backpack with enough Bonk sodas to last him the day. And even that he managed to complete with a scowl. ~ Scout released his frustration through his morning workout; an intense cardio session of running with weighted ankles. Unlike Soldier, Heavy, and even Engineer, he chose to avoid the weight room. He didn’t need the kind of muscles they did. His served one purpose only: Flight. Anything extra would only weigh him down. He was just finishing as the rest of the team started to appear in the gym area. He ducked out and headed back to his room to change out of his sweats before taking the stairs to the roof. It was the ideal place for him to collect his thoughts and calm his mind. Contrary to popular belief, Scout was a very relaxed person when he was by himself. He often spent his post-workout mornings on the roof, taking advantage of the clean air to clear his lungs. The fort the two sides used for battles sat high on a cliff overlooking desert canyons, and the air quickly became flooded with dust as soon as the battle started. But now, in the early morning, the air was clean and crisp, and exactly what he needed to help prepare his cardiovascular system for the strain that would follow. So Scout was clearly shocked when he stepped out onto the roof to see that his sanctuary had been invaded. His lips pulled into a frown and his eyes narrowed. He marched purposely to the figure, who sat on the edge with his legs dangling over the sides. However, the scowl faded when the strong smell of Scrumpy filled Scout’s nose. “Demoman?†Scout had approached Demoman’s blindside, and the man had been too busy mumbling to himself to hear him approach. When Scout spoke, it startled him, and he nearly dropped his bottle. “Aye, lad! Ah nearly fell off! Ya can’t be sneakin’ up on ol’ Demo like that!†Pulling himself together, he sighed and continued, “Sorreh about takin’ yer spot, lad. Ah know ya like to collect yerself up here. Ah just needed ta… Needed ta find peace.†His words faded off as his eyes surveyed the harsh yet beautiful landscape. “Demo?†Scout asked, coming to stand next to him, looking down at the man as if he were speaking in tongues. “Aye, lad, ah’m sorreh. Ah just got this feelin in ma gut. An it’s not the Scrumpeh,†he said, taking another large swig. “Sit with me, Scoot.†Scout was about to make some excuse to leave, but something in Demoman’s voice urged him to stay. Somehow, Scout knew that leaving would be a mistake. “What’s up, pops?†he asked as he sat down next to the other, kicking his dangling legs against the wall of the building. He was concerned about the older guy. Demo and Scout had become buddies from the moment they started working together. There had been many times when Demo stood up for Scout and backed him up when everyone else wrote him off as a loud-mouthed brat. At times Demo felt more like a father to him than any one of Scout’s seven older brothers, no matter how drunken he was. And for that, Scout would always be grateful. “Have ya ever had one uh them feelin’s, Scoot? Where ya just know somethin’ is gunna happen but ya don’t know what?†A look of worry for Demoman’s mental health filled Scout’s eyes, and all he could muster was, “Uhh…†“Ah’v got this feelin’, lad. An ah just can’t shake it.†He gulped down some more Scrumpy. Throwing his hands into the air, he suddenly exclaimed, “Love often, lad! And love deeply! There will come a mornin’ when you’ll wake up an yer youth will be gone and so will yer woman an all you’ll be left with is a bottle a’ Scrumpy an one eye.†Scout was used to Demoman’s drunken mood swings, and tried not to take the older man too seriously. But this time, there was something off about his drunken mood swings. “Dem?†“Ah got this feelin’, Scoot,†Demoman said, voice suddenly clear of drunken slurring. “Ah just got this feelin’ that this fight will be ma last. An damnit, ah gotta make it count! ‘Cause ‘tween you an me, Scoot, there’s no place ah’d rather die than lookin’ over these canyons. Ain’t they a sight for a sore eye.†A warm, sleepy smile found it’s way to Demoman’s face, and he began to tip forward, eyes closing and head nodding forward. “Whoa, whoa! The fuck?!†Scout yelped, grasping Demoman before he drunkenly fell from the roof. “Ok, big guy. I think you’ve had enough,†he said, getting to his feet and dragging Demoman away from the edge. ~ As Scout readied himself fully in the final minutes before battle, he couldn’t shake the eerie feeling his conversation with Demoman had given him. He wasn’t sure if the other even remember, and Scout wasn’t about to bring it up. “STAND READY, MAGGOT!†A voice boomed over Scout’s shoulder, and a calloused hand grabbed him and turned him around. “Yo Solly, what’s up,†Scout said, unphased. “IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER, PRIVATE?!†Soldier forcefully shoved Scout against the concrete wall of the tunnel as they waited for the gates to rise, allowing them entrance to the battlements. Gulping and straightening himself, Scout barked, “Sir! No, sir!†“Now that’s more like it, boy!†Soldier said with a nod, his voice coming down a tad. “Now you listen close, private. I have a special mission for you today. That blasted enemy Sniper has been targeting our Medics, making it damned near impossible to move forward on the field. That tampon-usin’ coward is too far away for any of us to get to him, if we could even see where he was shooting from. So YOUR job today, private, is to find and eliminate the bastard. CAN YOU HANDLE THAT OR DO I NEED TO FIND A MAN FOR THE JOB, BOY?†Scout’s nose wrinkled in anger, hating when his age was mocked. The Soldier’s breath was hot on his face, and he barked up at the man, “Sir! I can handle it, sir!†“NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!†Soldier said, slapping Scout on the back as the Announcer began her countdown to battle. “DON’T FAIL ME, PRIVATE!†The alarms rang and the gates rose, and before any other soul could set foot on the battlefield, Scout had sprinted out of the tunnel and began swiftly stalking his most familiar flanking routes for enemies. He caught sight of the RED Scout, who seemed to be searching the trails for the same reason he was. BLU Scout narrowed his eyes and ducked behind a boulder before he could be seen, not wanting to initiate a direct fight with his counterpart this day. They often met each other on the battlefield, and though their one-on-one fights usually had both men injured, one of the two always managed to escape before suffering fatal damage. It wasn’t often that Soldier gave Scout an important personal mission when their overall goal wasn’t to track the enemy Intel, so he didn’t want to ruin the opportunity by spending the day playing bullet-ridden leap-frog with the RED Scout. Peaking from behind his boulder, he saw the enemy Scout darting away to secure more flanking routes, and the BLU Scout used the opportunity to slip past him to sections that the RED Scout had already covered and most likely wouldn’t return to any time soon. While Scout had no idea where he could find the RED Sniper, it seemed logical that the man would stay close to his own base, which left Scout no choice but to cross into enemy dominated territory. He hurdled across the fenced-in desert battlements, firing a spray of bullets from his scattergun at any who approached him, and hastily dodging out of their line of sight to continue his task. The majority of the fight stayed at the front lines, where each team bashed each other’s faces in, but no one made any progress. Once past the rough action, Scout found his search to be quiet and mundane. He scampered through abandoned buildings and across balconies, a few times barely missing the unforgiving flames of the enemy Pyro. Each time he cleared an area, he cursed to himself at the lack of Sniper there. He was about to give up and call the whole thing off when into his line of sight came none other than the prize he sought. He caught sight of the RED Sniper not through a window or on a balcony or roof, but on a distant hill, backed up against the fence barrier that surrounded the enclosure, eyes focused through his scope. With greater stealth than he normally moved with, Scout swiftly and quietly made his way to his objective. With the Sniper’s gaze fixed through the scope, he failed to notice the other approaching. Slowing his steps as he neared the Sniper, Scout pulled out his baseball bat and crouched slightly as he snuck. It was as Scout was pulling his arms back to swing that a shadow seemed to materialize on the ground next to him, and in his surprise he lunged out the way the moment a knife cut the air where he had just stood. In a mere second the RED Spy finished uncloaking, and took another swing at the BLU Scout, who flailed backwards, straight into the RED Sniper who was by far the most surprised of the three. Scout was put on the defensive, choosing to avoid knife slashes rather than attack the RED Sniper, who Scout had forced in between himself and the RED Spy. For a few moments that felt like an eternity, all hell was breaking loose as the three tussled in extremely close quarters. From the corner of Scout’s eye he noticed a small blue ball land near them, and it registered immediately as a grenade. RED Spy and Sniper noticed it as well, and the three of them stood frozen for a second. It had not landed close enough to threaten to kill any of them, but as it exploded they all were thrown back in a cloud of smoke. Scout’s ears rang as the blast pushed him and the other two against the fence, and as his vision cleared, what met his eyes coming through the smoke was a glorious sight. In a bursting, patriotic yell, the BLU Demoman burst through the smoke left by the grenade, his sword held high above his head. A broad smile formed on Scout’s lips as he no longer feared being out numbered. The brawl between the four of them only last a few seconds, each man swinging his melee weapon around and trying to not get sliced by any one of three blades. The four of them still fought in close quarters, cornered by nearby boulders and the barrier fence. Just as each man seemed to get his bearing, a shrieking whistle pierced the air, and Scout froze in horror. “INCOMING!†He heard Demoman wail. “BRACE YERSELVES, LADS!†As the words registered to Scout, he felt strong arms wrap around him and pull him into a bear’s grasp. Only a fraction of a second later, the world around them exploded as the whistle grew unbearably loud and the rocket from an unseen Soldier’s launcher collided against the ground beneath their feet. Much like the smaller grenade had done, the burst from the rocket sent them all flying backwards in a ball of smoke, fire, and shrapnel. Scout’s head was forced roughly against the body that held him, and along with the BOOM set off by the rocket, an awful splintering sound filled the air. And then there was nothingness. Scout opened his eyes, utterly disoriented. He was pulled against Demoman, but when he looked up all he could see was blue sky. The moments of complete weightlessness didn’t last long, however, when they hit solidly against the ground, and Demoman’s grip tightened around Scout even more, if it was possible. They rolled and bounced and very quickly Scout realized what was happening. They had all been thrown through the fence that enclosed the battlefield, and were now rolling down the cliffs to what would most likely be their deaths. Fear was all that registered to Scout as they continued to slide into the heart of the canyon. He knew that if he was even alive at the end he would be hurt, but somehow he felt no pain from within Demo’s protective grasp. Now and then he caught glimpses of RED, which he could only assume were the enemy Spy or Sniper. Sand flew in all directions as Scout felt the incline softening, and bushes began to slow them down. Suddenly, Demo’s arms released from around Scout, and he was sent tumbling along the dirt, getting mouthfuls of sand as he skidded to a stop. As quickly as the chaos had started, it was over. Scout’s ears rang and his head throbbed. He looked up and saw blue sky, and though he lay still, he felt as though the world around him was still shaking. And then it dawned on him what was missing. Demoman’s grasp had let up. In a panic, Scout tried to stand up, but fell back to the ground with a scream of agony. He looked down to see his ankle badly broken, rolled over onto itself and pushing his foot into an unnatural direction. Only when he saw the wound did the pain register in his brain, and a panic shriek escaped his lips. His yelling ceased only when his eyes focused on a dark mass only a few meters up the hill from him. “Demo!†Scout screamed, not attempting to stand again, but rather crawl as quickly as he could towards the other. When he reached the other man, he frantically grabbed his shoulders and rolled him over. “De-!†His voice froze in terror and his eyes widened to the extent of threatening to fall from his head as he looked down at Demoman. “No. No no no. No.†A dried, rogue branch from a large bush was impaled in the other, invading the skin around Demo’s neck where his heavy-duty jacket failed to protect. Demo’s eye rolled around his head before focusing on Scout’s face. “Scoot?†He coughed, blood staining his teeth. “Are ya- are ya hurt, lad?†His voice shook and curdled with the sound of blood in his throat. “Ye-yea I’m ok, Demo. Don’t ya say anything, ok? Just don’t say anything. We’s gunna get you back up to help an Medic’ll patch you up all nice ‘n new. So just hold ya energy an don’t say anything, ok?†He felt his voice crack around his words as his eyes grew misty. Demoman just smiled up at him. “It’s ok, lad.†His voice broke to cough up blood. “Ah wouldna take back anathing.†Scout swallowed, mustering his courage to speak. “Ya saved my life… Twice..†His voice drowned into a shadow, unable now to hold back the tears of survivor’s guilt. Everything was registering with him now. The grenade earlier had not meant to hurt anyone, but had been expertly placed to throw the Sniper and Spy away from Scout. “Ah said… Ah wouldna changed anathing,†Demo repeated, voice growing quieter. He coughed up another round of blood, looking back up at Scout, his dark eye growing cloudy. “Listen.†Scout moved closer to hear what he was saying. “Ah know ah’m not yer Da. But any father woulda been lucky ta have you, Scoot. Woulda been lucky…†And he was gone. Scout was too shaken to muster even a sob. When the life left Demoman’s face, Scout simply stared at his body, mouth fallen open and eyes shimmering with tears. He had seen people killed on the battlefield, but never this close and never this close to his heart. His sobbing never had a change to come, either, when the click of a hammer being pulled back on a gun behind him was heard. “Say goodbye, boy,†a rusty, Australian accent droned, and Scout looked over his shoulder to see the RED Sniper pointing a gun to his face. * I have another part written, but as of now I don't have a beta reader, and will post more depending on the reaction. I'm quite new to the site, so I hope I don't let anyone down. I've read some damn fantastic stuff! All constructive criticism is welcomed! And no porn yet, but it's planned for later parts.
Please, continue. This is great stuff. I was nearly in tears for Demoman, and I can't wait to see how things unravel with Scout, Sniper and Spy.
I'm enjoying it so far, but my my *my*, I never thought I'd see the Mystical Negro in my TF2 fanfic.
Please do post that next part, I liked this one a lot.
I won't lie. My eyes are a little bit misty right now. I mean, maybe this godforsaken heatwave has finally made them sprout sweatglands, but it's probably more because you're a really good writer. I can't wait to see where this goes.
Yes, continue. I'm camped out in this thread avidly.
I now feel kind of guilty for trying to pull heart strings while using respawn. Though I think it might've been fine if Demo hadn't known his death was imminent. Regardless, proceed! I want to see more.
I can't say how much I appreciate such a positive response! Next part will be up later today for you campers. I've been sidetracked reading other fanfics, and decided to re-write most of it.
I'm very interested as to where this is going. I think I'll just sit here and stalk this thread for the promised next part.
“Say goodbye, boy,†a rusty, Australian accent droned, and Scout looked over his shoulder to see the RED Sniper pointing a gun to his face. The moment that Scout expected what was to come, not far off a voice bellowed, “NON! WAIT!†And he saw RED Spy appear from the bushes, limping towards the Sniper with a hand stretched out and a frantic look in his eyes. Never before has Scout seen any spy, RED or BLU, with that expression. Sniper turned his gaze to the other RED, and for a moment they had a silent conversation. Scout didn’t know why the RED Spy would want him to be spared, but what he saw when the Spy reached them was a devious shine in the Frenchman’s face. “We… We can use ‘im. For ze information,†Spy spat out, the words sounding more like a late-thought excuse than a reason. “We can bring ‘im back wiz us. Our ‘ostage. An question ‘im.†Sniper hesitantly lowered his weapon and sighed. “Aight, mate. Fair enough point. Tie ‘em up. Bind his hands. ‘E won’t be runnin’ anywhere by the looks o’ that ankle.†He produced from his belt a short length of rope and knelt down over the BLU Scout. Scout snarled up at him, punching out with all his might at the Sniper and doing his best to scramble away from them without the use of his ankle. “Ah ah ah,†Sniper hissed, moving his weight to step on the Scout’s obviously injured ankle before he could move too far away. Pain sizzled up Scout’s leg and set his spine on fire. His mouth opened to scream, but the feeling of needles punctured his lungs and he could only gasp for air as the shrieking pain overtook his muscles. He hadn’t realized just how badly broken the bones were. Sniper took the moment to grasp Scout’s hands together and bind them. As soon as Sniper had taken the weight from his ankle and Scout’s mind cleared of the pain, he snarled and spat at the man, though his mouth was much too dry to find any saliva suitable for spitting. Sniped glared at him and reached out, in a singular motion pushing Scout’s hat from his head and grabbing the hair on the top of his head, forcing his neck backwards into a stress position. “Now you listen here, boy,†the RED Sniper hissed, his breath hot on Scout’s vulnerable neck. “Either you come with us, or we leave you to fend for yaself with that ankle there. And I dunno if you noticed, mate, but we’re not exactly in Kansas anymore. I’d give ya a two-day life expectancy out here by ya lonesome. So what’ll it be, ya mongrel? Fend for yaself, or come with the bushman? An if ya put up a struggle, I can always have my mate here have some fun with this pretty little neck here,†Sniper smirked, running a finger from one side of Scout’s throat to the other. Scout’s face twisted into a scowling glare as Sniper released him from the uncomfortable position. “Don’t tough my hair, chucklenuts.†He reached for his hat and pulled it back over his head, his glare continuing. “I zink zat ze monztrocity you call hair iz ze least of our problems,†Spy huffed, doing the best that he could to brush off his suit. It was only then that Scout noticed the Spy was babying one wrist, which looked sprained. The truth of the matter was they all in some way had been hurt, but miraculously alive. Besides the obvious injuries like a broken wrist or ankle, each man had numerous scrapes and bumps that were to be expected. “Shut ya face, frog,†he hissed, his eyes moving back to Demoman’s body. “Awright, awright… Wattamatter wit you twos? We can’t just leave ‘im here!†“An’ why can’t we, mate? Whacha gunna do, dig him a grave wif those teeth a’ yours?†Sniped said as he shook his head, leaning down to firmly grasp Scout and pull him to his feet. Scout shoved the other away, but his efforts were in vain. He continued to try and fight, using his tied wrists as a bludgeon, but it was simply no use. He couldn’t hobble away, either. His ankle simply couldn’t support weight. Sniper simply looked irritated, and in a swift motion he bent over and pressed his shoulder into Scout’s midsection. Throwing his strength into his legs, he stood up and picked Scout up over his shoulder, using a hand to firmly grasp one of his thighs to keep him from falling. “Stop ya struggling, ya wanker!†He snarled, and much to his surprise, Scout actually stopped. Never before had he been this humiliated. “I can walk fine on my own, thank you very much. Just put me down, ya joker.†Holy damn, Scout was heavier than the Sniper has anticipated. He was solid as a rock, with lean, but quite dense musculature. Scout soon got his wish, when they had moved over to the other side of their area in the canyon, where the sunlight wasn’t directly on them. The Sniper set him down with little care, and Scout’s only cushion for his fall was a bony hip. “Be a little more careful, wouldja!?†He barked at the Australian, eyes narrowed. “Shut ya trap,†The RED Sniper replied calmly. “Before we get ‘ome, we gotta figure out which way is ‘ome.†They were far enough down into the canyon that they couldn’t simply look up to see their fort, and the sounds of rockets and explosions echoed off the rock walls and became disorienting. Of course they knew which side they had slid down, but it was impossibly steep to climb back up. Scout watched with a sulk as the Sniper examined their surroundings, his survival instincts visually kicking in. “That way,†he finally said, rather decidedly, and Scout chose not to question the choice. “But first, we got otha’ matters to attend to.†Scout watched the other with a confused face as Sniper drew his hunting knife and moved in. “Hey, hey, hey! Whaddya think ya doin, man?!†He scrambled away from the other, not wanting the blade anywhere near him. “Calm down, ya wanker. I’m only helpin’,†The Sniper said, taking a firm hold on Scout and holding him still. Without as much care as Scout would have liked to see, the Sniper cut his blue shirt from his body, and began to rip it into a few long strips. “Hey man, what the fuck?!†“Ya can’t be lettin’ that ankle wobble ‘round like that,†Sniper said, ignoring Scout’s hisses of pain and wrapping the fabric to create a makeshift splint on his ankle. “It ain’t perfect, but it should ‘elp.†For a moment, Sniper was caught off guard when he looked up to actually make visual contact to Scout’s bare chest. Those muscles he had felt earlier were now exposed, and shined with a layer of sweat, and were bronzed by both sun and smudges of dirt. He had nothing of the boyish figure Sniper had imagined. He very much had the body of a young man. While Scout’s arms were thin compared to the rest of him, his core was tight and defined, with a thin layer of light brown hair running from his navel to… “Ahem? Ya done lookin’ at the goods yet? I don’t put da family jewels on display for just anyone, pal. So stop undressin’ me with ya eyes,†Scout said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about,†said the Sniper, pulling his hat down just a little bit. “Alright, first things first. It’ll probably be a while before we make it back, so I suggest we find water. In canyons like these, there’s bound to be streams still alive in some of the riverbeds, even if it’s the dry season. I think we should…†By this point, Scout had stopped listening, and was fixed on the RED Spy, who was going back and forth between eyeing Scout back, and fiddling with his watch, which happened to be on the wrist he had hurt. “’Ey yo, whatsa matter with you?†“Hmm?†Spy looked up from his watch. “Moi? Oh, nuzzing. Nuzzing at all. Go on, Sniper, s’il voux plait.†“Like I said; this way.†Sniper returned to Scout and grasped around his midsection, hauling him to his feet. “I swearda god, if you pick me up again I will END you!†Scout shoved the Sniper away from him, adjusting the strap of his backpack which now was slightly irritating against his bare skin. “Listen, boy,†Sniper snapped at him. “In a place like this, we don’t have time ta wait for you ta limp along behind us.†“Well cancha at least untie my hands.†“Not a change, boy-o,†Sniper said with a devilish grin, taking Scout’s hands and slipping them over his shoulders to pick the other up piggy-back style, which he did without much fight from the Scout, to his surprise. “Uhf. Ya fatter than ya look, ain’t cha.†“Keep talkin’ grandpa and I swearda god I’ll bite ya ear off.†~ As they walked, Scout’s eyes kept going back to the RED Spy. Whenever their gazes met, he would narrow his eyes and refuse to look away until the Frenchman forced contact to break. “So,†Spy finally said. “You wear zat ridiculous earpiez. Why do you not just call for ‘elp?†Scout glared at him even more intensely. “An’ why don’t you just shut it before I make ya shapeshift into a dead guy?†“Nah, nah, that’s a fair point, mate,†the Sniper said, glancing at Scout over his shoulder. Grumbling, the Scout said quietly, “I can’t.†“Zpeak up,†the Spy taunted, a thin smile cracking his lips as he saw the Scout begin to blush. “I said I can’t, okay!†Scout barked at him. “It ain’t a two way street, yo. It’s so when I’m away from the heat a’ da fight, I can still heah da Announcer lady. An’ I know it’s got dis mic on it, but it don’t work, ok?!†He turned his face away from the Spy and hid it in the only place he could think of; Sniper’s neck. “Well, perhaps they put a trackin’ chip in it an’ will send people out,†the Sniper said, voice never breaking a calm demeanor. “Like a petit chien,†the Spy grinned even further. “I dunno what that means, dumbass,†Scout mumbled, voice muffled by the Sniper’s collar. “It means like a dog,†said the Sniper with a chuckle. “Non, like a puppy,†Spy corrected. Scout wanted nothing more than to take his bat and just beat on the both of them, but he felt physically drained to the point where even his anger was starting to lose its passion. The sun beat harshly on his bare skin, burning and drawing out shining pearls of sweat. Instead of arguing, he chose to simply rest his chin on the Sniper’s shoulder and close his eyes. ~ “You are sure you know where you are going, mon ami?†The Spy asked after what seemed like an eternity of walking. “No idea, mate. But we only got two directions to follow, and there’s simply got to be water in these canyons.†Sniper scowled, frustrated by their lack of progress. They must have gone at least two or three miles with no progress. The walls of the canyon were too steep to climb, and the sun was at its harshest. “It’s too quiet. Givin’ me the willies.†“I zink I know why,†Spy said, voice dropping a pitch. “Hmm? Oh.†Sniper looked over his shoulder at Scout, who hadn’t made a peep since he had been compared to a canine. “Boy, ya ok back there?†No response. “’Is eyez are clozed. Maybe we should let ‘im sleep. Zave uz ze noise.†“Nah, nah, I don’t think so,†said the Sniper, gently bending down so that Scout’s feet touched the ground. He gingerly worked the smaller man off of him, Scout’s limp weight forcing the Sniper to hold him up. “Boy, wake up.†Sniper picked him up again to move a few feet to what little shade he could find and lay him down. The Spy followed them, crouching down next to Scout. “Boy!†he said, much more loudly than Sniper, slapping him across the face. Scout groaned, face pinching in reaction and moving his head away. “’E looks awfully red, mate. And hot, too,†Sniper said, pressing the back of his hand against Scout’s forehead, and then on his cheeks and chest. “Zat ees just from my ‘and,†said Spy. “Nah, I think the bloke is getting’ ‘eat stroke. We needa find water. Scout, ya gotta open ya eyes for me, pal,†Sniper said, a little more worry filling his face. “But, I’m so sleepy. And I don’t feel good. Can’t we just rest?†Scout shut his eyes tight, arms stretched up and then coming to cover his face. “We gotta get to water. No more sleepin’ ‘til we do, mate… Crickey, this sun is bad.†Scout’s voice was quiet. “Bonk.†“What? This ain’t time for fightin’, kid.†“No. I mean Bonk.†Scout brought himself up on to his elbows, looking at Sniper as if what he was saying were obvious. “I don’t follow.†“I gots soda pop in my bag. I dunno why I didn’t remember before.†He pulled his pack to him and unzipped, reaching inside for a can. His mood immediately brightened as he popped open the top and chugged. “I’d rather drink my own piss,†Sniper said, recoiling in disgust at the thought of drinking the horse spit that Scout called an energy drink. Almost instantly, Scout was looking healthier. His eyes opened wide and bright, and a smile came across his face. “Oh yea, dat’s what I’m talkin’ about! Say, either a’ you fellas want one?†There was silence for a few moments, and Scout shrugged. “Well, don’t say I didn’t offer.†“Wait!†Sniper said, pressing his palm to his forehead and frustration. “We don’t know how long it’ll be before we find real water. Hand some over.†He looked as though he was already regretting the decision. Scout did so, grinning as he watched Sniper pop the can open and take a sip. “Well?†Spy asked anxiously, not yet decided on taking some himself. “Oh, bloody hell,†Sniper said under his breath, immediately chugging the rest. “I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.†He went silent, eyes opening wide. “Whoa.†“Alright, alright. Give me zome, s’il vous plait,†Spy asked, and did receive. He drank his just as fast, though he looked much more graceful while doing it. “…Whoa.†Scout just grinned as he watched them. Both Spy and Sniper sat completely still for a moment, before they both started to speak in unison so quickly that not a single word was comprehensible. Also, Scout was fairly certain that Spy was bouncing back and forth from French to English, unable to stay consistent on one. “It’s good, huh?†Scout said with a smile. “Bloody ‘ell, I can feel my BRAIN! I can FEEL it!†Sniper exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pressing his hands against his head. He was bouncing around until suddenly he stopped very still and stared intently at Spy. Spy stared back up him, just as intensely. Finally, Spy broke the trance and stood up. “See, look there! I made him stand! I made him stand up, WITH MY MIND!†Sniper threw his hands in the air as Scout rolled onto the ground laughing. “Ahh, noobs,†Scout said happily to himself, watching the two of them bounce around. Spy was spouting out something in French when Sniper suddenly exclaimed, “I feel GREAT! Don’t just sit there, let’s gogoGO!†He quickly moved over to Scout and picked him up again, walking again in their desired direction, but with a much more vigorous pace. “Whateva. If it get us dere any faster, you can have all da Bonk you want, grandpa.†~ It took quite a while for the effects to wear off, and Scout was simply happy listening to Sniper and Spy try to carry on conversations about philosophy, and how beautiful the ‘inner soul of the color red’ was. By the time they stopped walking again, the sun had reached a point where it cast the entire narrow canyon floor in shadows, which was much relief. “Wait.†Sniper suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. “What is it, mon ami?†“I can smell it. I smell water,†Sniper said, suddenly picking up a much faster pace. They couldn’t have walked more than fifty yards when the beautiful sound of trickling liquid was heard, and before them was a small pool, with a thin stream draining from cracks in the rocks into it. All three of them dropped to their knees and drank in large, deep gulps until they were sated. “I think we should make a camp for the night,†Sniper said, rolling back onto his bum. “Rest up, and start out early in the mornin’ before the sun has a chance to reach height. That way we can rest at mid day if we need ta. Spy, think ya can grab up a bit of fire wood?†Spy nodded and moved off, and Sniper stood up and removed his hat and jacket. “Whoa, whoa. Whacha doin?†Scout said, averting his gaze as the Sniper pulled off his shirt. “Calm down, ya wanker. I ain’t taking off my pants.†Sniper rolled his eyes and knelt down next to Scout by the small pool, gently removing the makeshift splint from his ankle. “Need ta see if there were any external wounds that needed cleanin’.†Seeing that his ankle was safe from harm outside of the skin, Sniper wrapped it again, and gently splashed his hands in the water. “Lean ya neck back for me, wouldja,†he said to Scout, cupping some water in his hands and gently rubbing them over the younger man’s shoulders, where he was sun burnt. “Ah ha ha, that feels better,†Scout said, rolling his shoulders forward to let the water trickle down his back. He was fairly tan, so the sun wasn’t as unforgiving on him as it could have been, but the water was soothing nonetheless. “Lay back a bit, wouldja.†Sniper cupped some more water in his hands, surprised that Scout was so easily following orders. He rubbed the water over some of Scout’s cuts and scrapes, washing away the dirt and dried blood. He couldn’t help but notice the way the water trickled over his pectorals, down his abs, and pooled at his tiny, round belly button. Sniper quickly moved away from Scout and started to wash himself off, combing his water fingers through his hair. “Hey, cancha cut these ropes yet?†Scout asked. “They’re hurtin’ my wrists.†He held his wrists out to the other, giving him the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. For a moment Sniper just watched him, calculating the risks. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt, he sighed softly and moved back over to the other, untying his hands. “Hey thanks, pops,†Scout said with a grin as Sniper began to walk away from him. “HOLY SHIT LOOK OUT!†The words rang in Sniper’s ears just as a massive force lunged into him, throwing him against the ground. He looked up into the face of a mountain lion, quite angry about intruders in its home. Sniper tried to reach for his knife, but powerful paws pressed down on him, and it was too much work to avoid claws and fangs. The big cat snarled and screamed, tussling with the Sniper, who bared his teeth and did all he could to keep those claws from ripping him apart. “Scout!†he screamed. “Scout! Do something!†He rolled around with the feline, continuing to shout and call for help. “SCOUT!?†The big cat swiped at his face, and he managed to roll away, jumping to his feet and grabbing his knife. The cougar lunged again, and Sniper swung his blade at it and missed. He was knocked from his feet again, and as he stared up into the snarling, sharp teeth, he was sure that he was also staring into his death. “BONK!†The snarl from the mountain cat faded, and it stumbled off of Sniper as the baseball made contact with its skull. “BOINK!†It stumbled again as a metal bat crashed into its head, and before any more harm could come, the cat ran away with a howl. Sniper lay there in shock, looking up at Scout, who was now looking very pained and frustrated with his ankle. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re ok,†Sniper said, breaking the other’s fall as Scout plopped to his bottom, gently rubbing at the split. He handed the baseball back to the younger man, who clutched at it lovingly. “I love my ball,†Scout said with a cozy smile. “Hey, thanks. Ya saved my life, boy,†Sniper said, patting the other on the back. Scout’s nose instantly wrinkled. “Don’t call me that. I fuckin’ HATE bein’ called dat.†He shoved Sniper’s hand off of him, putting his bat and ball back into his backpack. “I- I’m sorry. What? What don’t you like bein’ called?†“Boy! I fuckin’ hate it! I ain’t no kid! I ain’t no boy! I’m a fuckin’ grown ass man!†He was practically fuming, grumbling to himself. “I’m sorry,†Sniper said, thoroughly confused. “It’s just that ya face looks…†“I know what I look!†Scout barked. Sniper didn’t try to hide now as he looked over Scout’s body. He had few scars or marks of age, but the longer that Sniper looked at him, the less boyish he began. His eyes were bright and passionate, but his jaw was sharp and angular, lacking any baby fat a teenager might still carry. Sniper couldn’t help but notice the muscles in Scout’s neck roll back and forth as he clenched his jaw in frustration. “Listen, mate, I didn’t mean to offend ya.†“Yea well I gotta deal wit it every goddamn day. No one fuckin’ ever took me seriously at home just cuz I was the youngest. And no one ever fuckin’ takes me seriously here.†Scout pulled his knees to his chest as he ranted, and Sniper simply sat back and let him get the frustration off his shoulders. After a moment of silence, Sniper asked, “Well? If ya ain’t a boy, how old are ya then? Can’t be a day over nineteen.†Scout glared at him from the corner of his eyes. “I’m twenty-three.†It surprised Sniper, but he simply swallowed and said. “Good genes, ya got there. Well then, my apologies mate. Let me rephrase maself. Thank you. Ya saved my life, Scout.†Scout noticeably relaxed, even giving Sniper a small smile. “You’re welcome, grandpa. …Say, where’s dat frog?†* Sorry I didn't deliver when I said I would! In the future I will try to force myself to be more on schedule. Sorry that most of this is filler. I have an idea of where I want it to go, but I'm struggling at putting time between the main points, so it doesn't end up being a super short series of important events. And honestly, I don't know the ending yet. So looks like we'll be figuring that out together, eh.
I fucking loved the energy drink scene. Seemed sort of out-of-place, but it was still damn funny. But I didn't like the 'Suddenly, a giant-ass cat!' bit. It seemed a little over-the-top. And I don't like the way Sniper seems to be acting around Scout. He's all 'Rawr, you're a kid, and I have no respect for you, so shut up- wow you have a hot chest'. It just...I really don't know. He seems like he likes Scout, and at the same time, can't stand him, and yet finds him hot. It's weird. But you should proofread for the little details in here. For example, up near the top, Scout crosses his arms, and then asks for his hands to be untied. Ever tried to cross your arms with your hands tied? It's not easy. But there's a good basis for a good story here, and I look forward to seeing more.
I totally see what you mean. I really didn't proofread this as much as I wanted to, so I do apologize for that. I don't have a beta reader and do want one. This part really was awkward and clunky for me to write. I never got a chance to sit down and really get into a zone with writing, so it was all done in poorly timed segments, which I think made me struggle with characters. Got the house to myself for two days, so I'm excited to be able to actually sit down and get into it and produce something better.
I will beta it I will I will! Pop me an email and I'll get to work on whatever you send me. I like this and don't want to see it ruined by real life problems (I know what those are like christ, my heart goes out to you on that timing front).
I really am enjoying this . Even with the few mistakes made , its quite interesting . I await more .
(Thank you sooo much Hybrid for volunteering to beta this for me! I appreciate it beyond words!) Scout noticeably relaxed, even giving Sniper a small smile. “You’re welcome, grandpa. …Say, where’s dat frog?†“Gettin’ wood. Not that there’s much out here but dry bushes.†An uneasy feeling had crept into Sniper’s stomach as he sat there next to the BLU Scout. “Listen,†he said, taking a long, drawn out breath. “Back ta what we were talkin’ about. If you wanna be treated like a man, it’d do ya some good to start actin’ like one. Now I ain’t one to judge people, and I don’t know how your ma raised ya, but if you wanna talk the talk, ya’d better learn to walk the walk.†The smile disappeared instantly from Scout’s face. “I just saved ya fuckin’ life and now you wanna lecture me on maturity?†His eyes blazed with anger. “And if you ever say one more fuckin’ thing about my Mother, I’ll cut ya dick off in ya sleep. Just try me.†As much as he wanted to storm away, he couldn’t. So he settled for scooting a few feet further from the RED. The Sniper simply chuckled, which he knew probably infuriated Scout even more. He was an easy going guy and told it like it was. And truth be told, there was something about the BLU Scout that puzzled him. He couldn’t stand the fast-talking prick, but the longer the Sniper spent around him, he seemed to understand that the Scout’s actions came from some deeper, attention-starved place. He needed to be a man, but he hadn’t yet figured out how to no longer be a boy. Sniper liked to think he could figure people out from very few words. It was either that or he was dead wrong and the BLU was just an asshole, which was possible as well. His grin faded as the uneasy feeling turned around in his gut. He kept looking at the Scout from the corner of his eyes, gaze tracing along his body. If only, Sniper thought to himself, he could somehow detach Scout’s mouth from his body and leave him as a silent, lovely specimen of form. “Quit fuckin’ lookin’ at me,†Scout hissed quietly. “Though I guess that’s what you do all day, huh? Stare at people through ya little scope. Well, put ya scope on this,†he said, extending his middle finger. Oh boy, he’d really hit a nerve. Sniper was about to open his mouth to make some retort when he noticed Spy approaching them, a bundle of twigs and small sticks in his arms. “Didn’t run into any trouble, did ya, mate?†Sniper asked as he stood and helped the other with the wood. “Hope pickin’ that up didn’t hurt ya wrist. I didn’t think about it until after ya were gone.†“Oh non, non, I am fine,†Spy said. “And ze puzzy cat, oui, I saw it. And I ‘eard your leettle tussle az well. But I knew you could ‘andle it, mon ami.†After setting down the wood, he gingerly knelt next to the water, removed his gloves, and washed his hands. “How’s that wrist doin’?†Sniper asked, picking his hat up from the ground to put back on. “Oh, it iz fine. I do not zink it iz broken. In a few dayz, good az new.†He stood and unbuttoned his vest, looking as though he were debating unbuttoning his dress shirt as well. It was amazing how many articles of clothing he could stand to keep on in the heat. He did, however, choose to remove his jacket and vest. As he placed them on a rock, he noticed the Scout sitting with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “Ze prisoner. Where are ‘is binds?†“I took them off. Bloody good thing I did, too,†Sniper said, adjusting his sunglasses on his nose. Spy gave him an annoyed look, but didn’t question his judgment. “’E won’t be runnin’ anywhere. An’ when we get back to base, he’ll still be our captive.†Spy took a seat on the ground, leaning back against a boulder. “Do you zink zat wood is enough for a fire?†“Y’know, mate, I don’t reckon there is. But I’m gunna go haff a look around an’ see if I can’t find anythin’ maself. Mind loanin’ me ya pistol?†Sniper took Spy’s Ambassador and headed off. The silence was deafening as Scout and Spy rested on the bedrock, looking up at the blue sky which was darkening fast. Scout refused to look over at the Spy who he was sure had some stupid grin on his face, and would probably make some comment about his mother. If he had to hear just one more that day, he surely would pop a blood vessel. Starting off so quietly that Scout dismissed it as sounds on the wind, a whistle began to grow. It was relaxing, and Scout closed his eyes, feeling lulled into warmth. The whistle then took form and melody, and a soft, childlike smile appeared on the young man’s face. The melody grew louder, though still barely audible, and became identifiable as Auld Lang Syne. It rocked Scout into a sleepy state and a voice followed the whistle, putting words to the sweet melody. “Should auld acquaintance be forgot. And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot. And auld lang syne.†As soon as the chorus was over, Scout was shaken from his trance. The sad, honey-rich voice was very much Irish. With panic in his eyes, he looked over, and next to him sat Demoman, rocking back and forth gently as he sang. There was a tragedy in his song that brought mist to Scout’s eyes. His breath caught painfully in his throat, and stung harshly. “Demo?†“Aye, lad. Ya didn’t think ah’d leave ya now?†He winked at Scout- or maybe it was just a blink, and looked back up at the sky, beginning to whistle again. Realization slowly tore apart the seams of Scout’s hopes, and unadultered rage filled his face. “YOU ROTTEN FUCKING PUSSY!†He yelled at the top of his lungs. “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!†He lunged at Demoman, pressing all of his weight on top of the other, his fist coming down hard onto his cheek bone. Hands grabbed at his face and shoulders, trying to pull him off, but he kept wailing away, punching, kicking, and cursing. He grabbed at the other’s wrist, forcefully bashing it against the rock. With each hit, the image of Demoman would sputter and falter. In the distance, a gun shot fired, but neither man took notice. After the fifth hit, the façade disappeared completely and the watch popped open and fell to the rock. Scout was quick to grab it and toss it into the shallow water, where it fizzed and spat sparks before eventually laying down. Scout turned back to the RED Spy, practically foaming at the mouth. Never in his life had he been so enraged. He lunged again at the Frenchman, wrapping his fingers around the other’s neck. As he pressed his weight forward, he felt the tip of a knife puncture a fraction of a centimeter into the skin at his side, simply as a warning. It didn’t phase Scout, and he leaned his face in closer to the other, his breath hot on Spy’s face. “Look at me!†he whispered. “Ya gunna die. And then ya gunna go to hell. And then ya gunna die again. Dat’s what happens to sick fucks like you.†“WHAT is goin’ on here!?†Sniper shouted as he returned to them. The pistol was shoved under his belt, and in one arm he had a bundle of sticks, and in the other hand he grasped a dead desert hare. He dropped everything he carried and moved quickly to pull Scout off of Spy, forcing himself between them. “I said, WHAT is goin’ on?!†he demanded, looking back and forth between. “He’s a sick, twisted coward is what he is!†Scout said, gesturing towards the RED Spy. The Spy looked up at Sniper, his gaze cool and composed. “Honestly, monsieur Scout, it waz a misunderstanding. I apologize. I meant no offenze to you.†“Yea right, what the fuck ever,†Scout snarled. The Spy simply shrugged, looking back and forth between him and Sniper. “The know fuckin’ well what you were tryna get at. And ya know what, slugga, ya got it.†“Whoa, whoa, pal, easy,†Sniper said, putting both of his hands on Scout, afraid he would physically go at the Frenchman again. “I dunno what ‘appened wiff the two a’ ya, but ‘e said it was a misundastandin’.†“I zwear, I meant not to hurt you,†Spy said, putting a hand over his heart, a devious shine in his eyes. Scout narrowed his eyes. “YOU I can handle,†he said, pointing to Sniper. “But YOU. Don’t even friggin’ look at me or talk to me ever again,†he added, pointing back to the Spy. ~ The tension in the camp could have been cut with a knife. Scout had attempted to punch Spy one more time, so Sniper was been forced to bind his hands again. None of them spoke as the sky turned black and Sniper started a fire for them, and cooked the hair he’d shot. “Ya sure ya don’t wanna eat, Scout?†Sniper asked, pulling some meat from a bone. “It ain’t like ma’s cookin’ but we need energy out here.†Scout had lain down near the fire, looking up at the sky and refusing to make eye contact with anyone else. “I toldja I don’t wanna eat.†Sniper shrugged, “Suit yaself.†Without the sun, the canyon grew cold, and Scout huddled close to the fire. The two REDs finished eating and fell asleep near the fire, their weapons safely attached to their persons. Without a chance of escaping and surviving on his own, Scout decided to do his best to fall asleep as well. ~ When Scout awoke, he wasn’t sure if minutes or hours had passed. The fire still lived, though it was small and sad, and left his skin chilly and goosebumpy. He did his best to rub his arms against his chest for friction, looking around as he did so. They were gone. Confused, Scout looked around, trying to stay very quiet to listen for clues as to where the two RED were. The voices were quiet when they first picked up his attention. He stealthily crawled over to the large rock, against which Sniper and Spy had originally fallen asleep. He peaked around it, and caught site of the two, his eyes widening. What the hell… They were quietly talking, but Sniper laid on the ground, Spy half on top of him. Scout quickly hid again behind his rock, slowly taking another peak. What the fuck. What were they doing now? Spy reached down, pushing Sniper’s hat from his head and combing his fingers through the other’s dark hair. “So,†Sniper said, voice husky. “Why didn’t ya just let me shoot ‘em?†“I told you already,†Spy responded with a small smile. “For ze intel.†“Come on now, you and I both know that ain’t true, mate.†There was pause and Scout’s heart skipped a beat when he thought they saw him. But then Spy went on, “Becuz ‘e iz ‘er son. ‘e may be a little shit, bit ‘e is ‘erz. No muzzer should feel ze pain of lozing a child. Ezpecially not her.†“He knew the risks o’ signin’ up for dis job. She knows ‘e could die.†“Not like zat. ‘e zigned up for an ‘onorable death, on ze field. Not like zese.†“But ya haven’t been wiff her for so long.†It wasn’t jealousy that motivated Sniper’s questions it seemed. It was simply trying to figure out the other man’s character. “But she still iz wonderful to me. And you are not bad, either,†Spy chuckled, and then there was silence as they kissed. Scout felt disgusting, but he couldn’t look away. He watched as the Spy slipped his hand under Sniper’s collar to touch the sensitive skin that covered his jugular. He watched as Sniper’s mouth open against the Spy’s, to allow for a deeper push. The Australian’s hands slipped under the Frenchman’s jacket, and Scout caught a glimpse of the pale skin over his thin hips. They way they moved made it seem as though they had known each other for a good length of time, and were just as comfortable together as two could be. Watching the two of them be so close was making Scout feel even colder, and he held his arms as close to his core as he could. He continued to spy on the other two, watching their hands work around each other’s clothes, never taking a single garment off but somehow touching so closely it was like they were nude. He found himself breathing slightly heavier, forgetting that he was supposed to be in stealth mode. Sniper began to speak again, and Scout shut his mouth tightly to silence his breathing. “So, whadya do to piss the Scout off so much?†His voice was rusty as he turned his head away from the Spy, allowing the other access to his neck for kisses. “’onestly, I did not mean it. I dizguized myself az ze late Demoman. Zey were friendz. I zout ‘e would want to zee ‘ez friend one more time.†The Spy moved his mouth back to the Sniper’s lips, obviously not wanting to talk about it. Sniper forced his face away from the other, looking stern, but at the same time stroking his fingers over the Spy’s mask. “C’mon now, you know ‘e ain’t stupid. What’d ya think? That ‘e would just accept that you were ‘is dead friend and find some sorta peace? I woulda been pissed too. We’re all people. Ya needa apologize.†“I already did,†the Spy said, looking rather frustrated. The Sniper gave him another stern look and Spy rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. In zee morning I will. But right now…†He pressed a finger to Sniper’s lips and gave a devilish grin. Scout sighed softly, moving back to the campfire. He felt like a pervert for watching them, but a huge part of him wanted to go back. He didn’t forgive either of them, but after hearing their short talk he hated them less. A few minutes passed and the fire wasn’t helping to warm him in the cold night. Ever curious, he moved back to peak behind the rock, and just as he was peering out, he put just slightly too much pressure on his hurt ankle and let out a squeak of pain. Instantly he clasped his hands over his mouth and scrambled back to the fire to pretend to sleep. “Scout?†Sniper and Spy appeared from behind the rock. “Oh, he- hey guys.â€
Oh gosh this is so good! And that is such a clifthanger. Update soon, I love this.
<16 i thought you were an update. And i got really excited. For nothing.
I love this so much! I can't wait for the next update.
update plz bro Dx
Hey all! Just want you to know I most certainly have NOT forgotten about this, and I have the next part 80% done. Like I said earlier, I'm having another round of rarely getting time to sit down and work for extended periods of time, so I'm having to pace myself in small chunks. But this time, I want to make sure I'm totally satisfied. Update will come soon, you have my word!
“Scout?†Sniper and Spy appeared from behind the rock. “Oh, he- hey guys.†Scout looked up at both of them, propping himself up on his elbows. “Ya awright there?†The RED Sniper asked, looking from Scout to Spy- who went to sit near the fire. “Yea, yea,†Scout hurriedly replied. “Ya know, just a lil’ cold since ya hijacked my shirt n’ all.†Sniper frowned slightly. “These desert nights are cold as all get-out. Sorry ‘bout ya shirt. But we can’t have ya freezin’a death.†He walked over to the younger man, lowering himself to the ground to sit, and then lay next to him. “Whoa, whoa! Just whaddafuck do ya think ya doin?!†Scout was taken by surprise as the Sniper laid down next to him, then proceeded to wrap his arms around the other. “Oh just calm down, ya wanker,†The Sniper chuckled softly, pulling the BLU to him, pressing his chest against the Scout’s back. “It’s not like we just got blankets lyin’ around for ya. Ya need somethin’ to keep warm. “Now stop bein’ difficult an’ go to sleep,†he said through a yawn, clasping his arm around the Scout and grabbing his wrists as if to force the other into a state of submission. Well this was certainly humiliating. While he knew it was for his own good, Scout hated being treated like a teddy bear. As much as he wanted to make a fuss, he couldn’t deny how sleepy and comfortable he now was. The small camp fire was just enough to keep his chest warm, and the Sniper’s chest against his back kept the cold air from creeping along his spine. The RED Spy looked at them, nose crinkling ever so slightly. Was that a look of jealousy? Or disdain? The Spy turned away from them, laying down as well to sleep. With the new found silence, Scout began to let him close his eyes and relax against the Sniper’s touch. He could feel the older man’s chest hair tickling against his back where his shirt was unbuttoned and his breath was warm against Scout's neck. One gloved hand rested against the Scout’s stomach where he took slow, deep breaths against it. There was something intoxicating about such a simple touch and such a simple position. It lulled the Scout into lucid dreaming, and he remembered a time when he was very young and suffered with childish nightmares. Though he shared a room with three older brothers he would still be afraid of the dark and tiptoe to his mother’s room at night. ~ “Mommy?†His voice was so small. “Oh, sweetheart.†She was already awake, as if she had been expecting him to need her. She would take his small frame into her arms, protectively hugging him to sleep, humming softly and brushing light kisses over his forehead. Scout’s mother showed all of her boys plenty of love but it was no doubt that the baby of the family received more tender attention. ~ The Scout’s dream shifted, and became a slideshow of memories. ~ His memory skipped a few years and Scout found himself as seven years old again, following his older siblings like a lemming. They had been kicked out of the house for the day by their mother. A maintenance man was stopping by to fix some poor pipes and Scout’s mother didn’t want eight mad dog boys hassling him. So the eight brothers gathered in the narrow street in front of their small townhouse to play some street ball. Scout used a hand-me-down glove that was much too big, and slipped off his tiny fist should he so much as lower his hand. Since he couldn’t play any real position he always got stuck as the catcher. He didn’t mind this, since it meant he got to watch and admire the way his older brothers ran so quickly around each makeshift base. He hoped one day to run as fast as them. He was in the middle of a daydream when he heard one of his brother’s yell, “Head up, lil’ brudda!†Startled, he looked up with wide eyes as the old ragged ball came flying in his direction, catching him directly on the cheek bone. He was knocked to the ground and when his vision came back into focus, he looked up to see all seven faces of his brothers looking down on him. “Yup… Dat’s a black eye.†“Dis is why I don’t want ‘em on my team!†“Shut up, Frankie! You ok, lil’ brudda?†“No you shut up, Jerry!†“Is ‘is nose broked?†“C’mon, lil’ bro. Let’s go get some ice.†Jerry, one of the middle children, helped him up and put an arm around his shoulder before he could start crying. “Just be quiet in da house, ok? Ma doesn’t want us in dere while dat guy is here.†They tiptoed in through the side door and Jerry left Scout in the living room while he went to the kitchen to get some ice to put on his bruise. As he sat on the couch, he heard giggling and voices coming from the hall. Quietly, he stood and walked from the living room just in time to see his mother slip into her room and a man in a maintenance uniform follow her. Scout followed them, standing in the hall and doing his best to hear through the crack in their door. “Ma petite jolie fleur, why must I wear zese ridiculous dizguizes?†Scout could barely understand the strange accent, but he could swear that it was the same as the roofer man who came to work on their home two weeks earlier. “I just don’t want it to hurt my boys is all.†Scout recognized his mother’s voice, though he rarely heard it sound so… sad. “Oh, ma fleur, do not look zo ‘urt. For you, I will wear a zouzand dizguizes.†Scout peeked into the door to see a man in a red suit brushing his mother’s hair over her ear, reaching down to kiss her. Sudden rage filled his entire being and Scout burst into the room, tiny fists pounding against the man’s thigh. “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY MA!†His shrill voice filled the room, and he continued to beat on the strange man’s leg, grabbing his thigh and even biting it. The man howled and instinctively pushed him away with enough accidental force to put Scout on the floor. “Hey, ‘ands off my boy!†Scout’s mother shouted, though her voice didn’t hold any anger. “Oh, baby,†she was instantly at Scout’s side, her gentle hands on his shoulders. “What happened to my lil’ slugga’? Are you hurt, sweetie?†She brushed a finger over his blackened cheek bone and took his hand, standing to her feet and helping him up. “C’mon now, let Mommy get you some ice.†Scout took her hand and looked over his shoulder to see the man vanish into thin air. ~ In his shallow sleep, Scout frowned and shifted ever so slightly. He was roused from slumber as the Sniper’s hands tightened around him, preventing him from going further away. With blurry eyes, Scout looked over his shoulder to see the man fast asleep. Scout let his head come back down to rest on the Sniper’s bicep and relaxed again in the other man’s grasp. He felt the RED’s hand move across his stomach, and checked again to see if the Australian was asleep. Out like a light, as was Spy. Again he relaxed, and felt the Sniper’s grip tense around him in such a tender manner than it filled his entire body with warmth. Still quite sleepy and not fully thinking about his actions, Scout closed his eyes and breathed against the man’s hands, pushing his back into the Sniper’s chest ever so slightly. He heard the other give a small sleepy groan and rest his hand against the Scout’s lower abdomen, his nose pressed against the peach-fuzz hair at the base of the Scout’s neck. With the Sniper’s warm breath against his shoulder, Scout was lulled back into his lucid sleep. ~ He was taken back to his junior year of high school, to a memory he would never forget. He was walking home with his group of brothers, straying slightly behind the rest. He had failed his math test and was so worried he wrung his cap in his hands, trying to figure out how he would tell his mother. He didn’t do well in school and was certain that he was going to have to repeat the eleventh grade. As he was rehearsing excuses in his head he fell behind the others and a poster caught his eye as they passed a barber shop. The large paper depicted a picture of a gallant man carrying a rocket launcher over his shoulder, standing heroically on a cliff overlooking the rising sun. A fierce patriotic light was in his eyes as he stared out intensely. Under the large picture of the soldier was the sentence: “Builders League United wants YOU on our TEAM!†A day later, Scout had dropped out of school and signed up to attend a boot camp. The training itself surprisingly cost no money and as much as his mother disapproved of the idea of her baby learning to fight, it would take one more mouth to feed from her home. If he did make it all the way to BLU, Scout told her that he would earn more than enough money to help pay the bills and even put some towards Jerry’s college fund, who was by far the smartest of them all. With tears in her eyes, Scout’s Mother hugged him ferociously at the bus stop. “I sweadagod, if anyone hurts my baby boy I’m gunna come ova dere and kill him! Oh, my big, strong, brave, handsome man. You have fun at camp, and you remember that no one will ever love you as much as your Mother loves you. And if the other boys pick on you, then you show ‘em what Boston can do!†“Stop cryin’, Ma. I’ll be back.†Scout brushed her tears away and let her kiss his cheeks as much as she wanted to help calm her down. Once she let go of Scout for only a moment, Jerry placed an arm around his shoulder. “We’re gunna miss you, lil’ brudda. Here, I know you ain’t neva been away from home before. So take dis witcha.†He gently placed a bat into Scout’s hands. “And look after it, woulja?†“But Jerry, dis is your Sandman.†Scout’s voice was quiet. He’d always wished to have a bat like Jerry’s. It was a beautiful thing to him, even though the wood was starting to splinter and had to be taped together at the top. But now, suddenly looking at it, it symbolized leaving all that he knew and loved, and he wasn’t sure if he could accept it. “Jus’ take it, brudda. Cuz even when you’re far away an’ alone, you got all of us in ‘ere,†Jerry said, placing his hand over Scout’s heart. Just as the bus rolled up, Scout received the biggest bear hug in his life as his mother and every single one of his brothers wrapped their arms tightly around him and he knew that he would never and could never forget where he came from… ~ A quiet moan broke Scout’s dream and brought him back to the real world. He could feel warm liquid in his eyes from his sleep, and rubbed it away as his mind filled with nostalgia. He hadn’t seen his family in a year. It only reminded him of what he would miss should he never make it out of this canyon. Or out of this war. Before his thoughts could wake him up too much, his lucid dreaming had pulled him back in. ~ Boot camp took him a year and a half to complete. Through rigorous courses and testing, he was quickly put into the Scout Training Program and excelled fast beyond his peer group. Finally, he had found something he was good at. His mother could not get the time off work to come see him graduate training camp but to Scout’s delight, Jerry’s face appeared in the crowd of friends and family as the new BLU recruits were congratulated on their success. “I wouldn’t miss seein’ my lil’ brudda’ for da world.†He had said. That night, the two brothers hitched a ride into town to celebrate Scout’s success. The smartest and the youngest brothers were the smallest of the family, with Scout standing an inch under Jerry as the obvious runt. They were both lightweights when it came to alcohol, and were drunk by the time they’d downed only a few beers. “An’ so I says to da guy, ‘grass grows, birds fly, and brudda’! I hurts people!’†“Lil’ brudda’, I love you! Whoa whoa- lookat dem dames.†Laughing, Jerry put an arm around Scout’s shoulder and pointed to the door as two young, pretty girls walked in. “Why doncha go get one, slugga’?†“Man, Jerry, I ain’t neva been one for pickin’ up ladies.†A deep blush came over Scout and he pulled his hat down over his eyes. “Aight, more for me.†Scout had always loved Jerry the most out of his brothers, but he was also the most jealous of him. Not only was he the smartest but he was witty and handsome, and never had problems with charming the ladies. Scout watched in awe as Jerry approached the two young women and introduced himself before sitting down at their table. He made it look so seamless, as though they had invited him over. For a minute or two Jerry laughed with the girls, looking as though he’d known them for years. All of a sudden, Jerry was pointing over to Scout from the table and gesturing him over. Hesitantly, Scout downed the beer in his hand and moved over to their table. “Ladies, I am most honored to introduce you to the best new Scout that Builders League United has to offer. And he also happens to be my lil’ brudda’. Dis is Trish,†he gestured to the blonde. “And dis is Jeanine,†he added, motioning to the brunette. Scout sat down next to the dark haired one, who shyly said hello. Scout didn’t remember the rest of their time at the bar. He did vaguely recall Jerry leaving with the blonde, announcing he’d see Scout in the morning. Scout wasn’t too naïve to not know what that meant. The next thing he knew, he was shedding his clothes in the brunette beauty’s moonlit bedroom. His intoxicated mind began to fill with clarity as he sat on Jeanine’s bed, the two of them simply gazing on each other’s naked bodies in the low lighting. She was soft, curvy, and like nothing he’d ever seen. It was with a certain nervous hesitance when he trailed his hands along her smooth body, heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve never done this before,†she whispered as he awkwardly kissed her shoulders. “Me neither.†He’d heard his brothers bragging about their adventures with the opposite sex. How hard could it be? After a few minutes of heavy petting, he knew something was wrong. She was absolutely gorgeous; female perfection. But he was having… issues, to say the least. “I’m sorry,†he blushed deeply. “This has never happened before. It’s probably the beer.†She looked almost insulted by his lack of erection, but also relieved. “Maybe it just wasn’t supposed to happen.†He’d never been so embarrassed before but was thankful for how sweet she was about it, allowing him to continue caressing her form as they kissed and rolled around on the sheets. He let go of his embarrassment and allowed himself to begin having fun, chuckling softly as her stubble tickled his chin. Wait… Her stubble? Something was up, but his mind dismissed it as the dangers of dreaming. He thought not a moment longer into it, and breathed in her earthy scent as he wrapped his fingers around her vest. Her vest. Her scent. Something was wrong. As the realization hit him, he was brought slowly back to reality as his lips parted and fit against the Sniper’s. This is the part where he was supposed to be shocked and disgusted, he thought to himself. Instead, he was continuing to kiss the other, unsure if the RED was even awake. Conscious or not, the Sniper was kissing him back. Scout decided to push his luck, figuring that if Sniper yelled at him, he could just pretend to not know what was going on, saying that he was having a dream about a girl. That was mostly the truth, right? He wished so badly that his hands weren’t bound. He would have liked a larger range of motion and the ability to explore, rather than behind stuck with his hands pressed between their chests. The Sniper gave a quiet grunt, and Scout was now sure that he had to be awake. The older man’s calloused hands trailed along his bare back, tracing his shoulder blades and spine, pressing into his sturdy lumbar muscles. With quiet, shallow breaths, Scout turned his head slightly as the Sniper kissed his jaw. He took peaks every now and again to see if the RED’s eyes were open. They never did, which made Scout question his judgment again and again. He allowed the other to explore his torso with his rough hands, playing with the fabric of the Sniper’s shirt while he did so. Scout didn’t understand why he was doing what he was doing, or why he was doing this with the Sniper. He didn’t think he was gay, and he wasn’t overly attracted to the older man. He did, however, know that the Australian could barely keep his eyes away when they had been traveling, and there was something sexy about being found sexy. He was still too tired to think too deeply into it, and allowed it to go on, quietly kissing the other as the Sniper’s hands caressed his smooth skin. “Sniper,†he whispered after a few minutes, tilting his head back to allow the other’s lips access to his neck. “Hmm?†The Sniper sounded like he’d been woken from a very good dream. Perhaps he had been? “Whadda hell are we doin’?â€
I believe I have fallen in love with you. Have my babies.
Dat accent. UNF. Nailed it, man, fucking nailed it. I also like where this is going. I can see it either going 'HOSHIT WE'REKISSING GET OFF ME, AM NOT GAY', or 'UNFUNFUNF', and I am 100% fine with either scenario. Can't wait to see more. Also, thought of a third one. Cockblocking spy. Would also love to see. Anyways, continue.
haha awesome~ i love the way you got the accents all down and the way u build up such tension. please update this soon~~~ i just did fanart for another fic and i think i should definately pay tribute to this one as well
Japan- Yes, please. Iz- Yes yes yes! Those are really the three directions I can see it going, and I honestly don't know which one to choose yet! FC- Ohhhh, I would be so incredibly honored! You have no idea how happy it makes me just thinking that anyone would want to do that! Oh you guys, I'm so glad you're happy with the accents. There were so many moments where I had to take a step back, and ask myself. "Is dis really worth it? Dis is stoopid." But then I would walk around the rest of the day speaking like Scout, and realized that I needed the accents. On a sidenote- This is something that has always bothered me. I understand Scout and his family are from South Boston, but I really feel that he speaks in a much more Brooklyn tone. Bostonians tend to have a more dry, 'aah' sound to their words, and Brooklyn(ians?)have a more gutterly, 'w' sound, if that makes any sense. And I really feel as though Scout is always hacking up some spit when he speaks. Either way, I think all the voice actors are amazing, and I want to make love to their vocal chords.
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Oh man this is the first time i'm actually really dissappointed that you seriously ended the chapter at the most interesting bit. I see people saying this all the time but i guess i never really felt it before.
Argghhh, that was the perfect cliffhanger, and I both hate and love that I found this comic when I did. I so want to read more!! Just, argh, yeah. Thumbs up. Seriously.
you have a talent for writing ^^very good i cannot wait untill the next chapter¬ :D
>>29 Cut it out with the emoticons, or you'll get banned.
Thank you all again for the positive feedback! Just letting everyone know that this week I will be heading back to college, so I'm currently in the getting-ready stage. But I certainly haven't forgotten about this! I'm actually writing two different versions of the next part, and I need to decide yet which path I prefer. Soon, my friends!
POST THEM BOTH! haha just kidding. you can if you like that would be awesome and double the fun.
All moved back in to college, looking forward to hopefully posting two more updates before classes actually start next week. Sorry to anyone this bump posts excites prematurely! But while I'm here, I do have a newbie question. I'm still fairly new to the chan, or any 'chan' style site, for the matter. I heard TwoRefined say their story, 'Breaking Point' got autosaged. What is autosaged?
>>33 That means it no longer gets bumped to the top when someone adds a new post to it.
(My apologies for the delay!) “Whadda hell are we doin’?†The Sniper seemed surprised by the question. He pulled his head back, looking puzzled as he furrowed his brow. “Well, snoggin’, I’d hafta guess.†Scout rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. “Yea, I got dat much, pops. But why?†Sniper began to look annoyed by all the questions. “What do ya really care? Why does anyone snog?†He brushed a hand over Scout’s cheek and ear, slipping his fingers through his short, plain hair. A hungry look had come to his eyes, and it was obvious that the RED wasn’t going to be having any more of the chit-chat. Sniper was moving in again, and Scout looked like he might as well go with it, but a soft cough interrupted them. Scout cranked his head over his shoulder to see the Spy rolling in his sleep, pulling his arms around his body for warmth. He shifted again and Scout frantically flipped himself over to face away from the Sniper, afraid of being caught. Slowly the Spy lifted himself from the ground, adjusting his balaclava on his face. “It iz cold,†he said, breathing into his hands. “Yea', tha fire’s died down quite a bit. Ya welcome ta join us, mate,†Sniper said, gesturing to him and the Scout, who had closed his eyes, doing his best to pretend to sleep. Spy scoffed at the idea. There was no question that he was comfortable with the Sniper but there was no way he wanted to do anything remotely like cuddling with that boy. “I zink I will go look for more ‘ood. I shall return zoon.†The Spy brushed himself off, taking his Ambassador and sticking it in his belt before rubbing his eyes and leaving the camp. Normally the Sniper would have volunteered in a split-second to accompany the Spy and help him, while looking out for any creatures they might come along. But this situation surely wasn’t normal. The moment the Spy was gone, Scout felt hands roughly grasp him again and turn him around. He saw a much more animalistic look in the Sniper’s eyes than he ever had before, and didn’t know what to make of it. But this time when Sniper kissed him, it was different. It was rough and deep, and their teeth clinked together and their tongues slid across one another. It was wet and forceful, and it was sexy. Scout had a hard time fully following what was going on, but damn if his crotch wasn’t reacting. Then again, he’d never left that teenager stage of his life where his penis came to life at just about anything. His heart beat obnoxiously fast in his chest and he felt warmth rushing to just about every inch of his body. He gulped as he felt Sniper’s calloused hands on his back, on his hips, on his chest, moving quickly over his toned body. Sniper had moved back just a bit to watch the Scout as he began to breathe heavily, an expression of excitement lighting up his eyes. He just couldn’t help himself. The RED pressed himself forward quickly to kiss the other when he grabbed the Scout’s crotch, letting his mouth muffle the sounds of surprise. The younger man’s need was just as hard as he’d hoped. The Sniper’s facial expression never once changed as the Scout watched him with big, surprised, but accepting eyes. Just as the Scout was getting used to it, he felt those strong hands turn him over and take a hold of his pants, jerking his zipper down and pulling the trousers to his thighs. Suddenly exposed, a deep blush came to the Scout’s face as he propped himself up on his knees, pressing his hands in the ground to attempt to lift himself up. “Hey!-“ he began to exclaim, but the Sniper clasped a hand over his mouth to keep him from making too much noise. As he did, a moment of panic blossomed in the Scout’s chest when he heard a zipper sliding down behind him. He tried to push back, but the Sniper’s other hand quickly came to his back and ran along his spine, pushing him back down. He heard a small grunt, and looked over his shoulder just in time to see the Sniper spit a few times in his palm, take his member in his hand and position himself. And then pain. Pain like he didn’t know could be pain. The Sniper’s hand tightened around his mouth to keep him from screaming, and hot, salty tears flooded his eyes. The unexpectedness of his tight virginity being torn, literally, stung in the most confusing of ways. The Sniper’s heart beat wildly in his chest. He hadn’t known he had it in him. But something about the younger man just drove him crazy, and he hated the feeling. When he looked down at the other, he felt some sort of sick pleasure in the Scout’s pain, and took him as roughly as he could while keeping the volume under control. For a moment, the Sniper’s mind grew hesitant. What was he doing? Was this rape? Was it consensual? He’d never asked the Scout’s permission, but hell, he had assumed he hadn’t needed to. And as far as he could tell Scout was in pain, but not trying to fight and struggle his way out like he knew any good Scout would. Anyways, the RED told himself, the Scout deserved it. Anything so wonderful in form deserved it. The Sniper’s conscience cleared and he allowed himself to push all thoughts away and dive back into the other. Whatever it was, it wasn’t love. When Sniper took the Spy, they made love. But this. No, this was just fucking. Within minutes it was over, and the Sniper was silent even as he finished inside of Scout. He pulled away, removing his hand from the Scout’s mouth and doing his best to clean himself off and zip up his pants. Scout’s muscles shook and he dropped to the ground when the Sniper moved away and he was left with nothing but shaking legs to support himself. He panted deeply, eyes shut tight as he did his best to wipe away the sweat and tears from his face. He managed to push himself onto his elbows, trying to pull his pants back up as quickly as possible, suddenly very embarrassed about showing any skin at all. As if nothing had happened, he felt the Sniper’s hands on his back as the older man lay down again, wrapping a firm arm around his midsection and pulling him back to the bedrock. Scout attempted to shake the hand off, but his muscles felt flimsy under his skin, and he allowed the other to cradle him. The Sniper moved his hand to Scout’s shoulder for a moment, rubbing at a knot there. He then let his arm slip back down around the younger man’s thin midsection, breathing against his neck as he went back to sleep. Scout tensed up, but allowed the other to cuddle against him. He shook, still in discomfort and trying to get over the shock of it all. What the hell just happened?
That was great. Please sir, may I have some more?
This caught my attention randomly and I read through it all today! I REALLY love how you write them all, especially Scout, and I'm not even a huge scout fan (I like him, I just don't seek out stuff with him in it). Saw a few typos (like words that were the wrong words mostly) but it was like only a few. The part with the Bonk made me LOL in real life, and the part with Demo was wonderfully emotional. Scout's flashbacks were great. Also I suspected Sniper and Spy were a bit of a couple, I love that they are and poor Scout is the captive outsider, heheheh. I look forward to reading more!
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why are everyone's hands always freaking calloused? it's getting really unoriginal. i like the story though.
>>39 Perhaps it is because these men fight for a living? You play the guitar, you get callouses from the metal wearing away at your fingertips from strumming and pinching the strings to the neckboard. You hack down people every day, you get callouses from the way the handle of your weapon rubs against your hand, shifting as it bites into leather, muscle, and bone. Gun grips become painful after you've shifted it in your hand for several hours, and the texture has worn off your palms from every time it has bucked in your hand from firing. Its when they /don't/ have callouses that I start questioning. Polite sage for nitpicking and probably opening a can of worms.
Anon- Yea, like Window said, it's only natural. Holding a gun or melee weapon of some sort as part of your living would really wear on the skin. The same way that you'd get specific callouses if you play a lot of golf, or tennis. I'm sorry that you feel it's a very unoriginal thing to say, but honestly, I find the feeling of calloused hands quite sexy, so I like to put it in my writing.
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You keep using that damn word 'calloused'. That word is freakin sexy. Heck if it wasn't for the word 'moist', 'wet' or 'sticky' being attractive I wouldn't fucking want to hear it being used every time someone mentioned a mouth or after-jizz being such. >:| -sagenod- Keep up your good callous-worded work. Grant it, I felt this was a bit rushed, but maybe that was the feel you were going for, bro. WORK ON, WORK HARD... WHEN YOU WANT TO. I love you all.
Plus what kind of man uses hand lotion in 1968 I mean other than the obvious
Hahahahaha oh you guys. I'm sorry, I really didn't realize how much I use that word! I'll try to control my urges in the future. But for now, I think this is becoming a calloused topic. And 43 Anon, I am glad that you felt it was rushed. I was trying to go for that. Hopefully it worked well and didn't back fire.
not much I can say that hasn't been said, waiting eagerly for the next chapter of course. oh yes, and don't think i forgot about the fanart. I will do it soon, sorry about the wait I just got back from a convention I've been preparing for for a while. also I am all for the callouses as well as if that even needs saying.
i am absolutely dying to know what happens next. how many more chapters are you thinking?
http://tf2chan.net/afanart/src/131476675534.png your fanfic fanart
>>48 Hot damn. That is incredibly hot. Hnnngh. Just...no more words. FC and Redd, you two amaze me.
thanks steve~
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Okay.
52 Anon, you okay? And sorry for the delay. I've been too busy fapping to FC's amaaazing picture! Next chapter will be up very soon.
awe, I'm delaying the story via gay porn art? at least it's doing it's duty. also if this became a legit part of the story that'd be too hot, just sayin'. hing hint.
wonderful fanfic~! can't wait to read more :3
WHAT?! I mean Really guys? Ok. Ok so just to be sure I've got this straight... Scout saves Sniper's life. Scout chews Spy out for being a douche and pretending to be his dead friend. Sniper gives Spy a lecture on being a decent human being. Sniper forcibly and painfully rapes Scout's ass (the person who saved his life remember. All while moments earlier handing out lectures on maturity and being a decent human being. Pro tip: Being a Rapist and being a 'decent human being' are mutually exclusive.) SCOUT SAYS AND DOES NOTHING ABOUT THIS. IN FACT THEY CUDDLE. DAAAAAWWW <--- And that ladies and gentlemen is where this goes from mediocre "meh I like fantasy rape" to just terrible writing. You broke two characters to make it happen... Ya know if not three. I mean Spy didn't want anything bad to happen to Scout and I would say that's pretty terrible. So yeah NEVER reading this again. Since Sniper is probably going to see the error of his ways and comfort fuck Scout later. And Scout will be like all "It's okay man. I didn't SAY no. I mean it was kinda hard with your hand smothering my mouth but we're bros for life now." I'm sure tl;dr I really don't care if the author sets up rape in a story. I can even hold my lunch if they turn it into a twisted love story. But completely breaking character to make it happen makes me sad.
I mostly agree with pinkshotgun. This story had a lot of potential, what in the Hell happened? Well whatever, I'm done.
>>56 >>57 Thirded. I was really enjoying this story, and then all of a sudden, boom, rape. I recoiled, not quite able to process exactly what had just happened; that's how out of left field it felt. There's no point in my saying much more, it'd just end up being a rehash of what pinkshotgun said.
I'm liking this story so far, even though rape stories I generally shy away from. I can see 56, 57, and 58's points but I will disagree that you broke character. Guys, it's video game characters, who have all of one movie each and a few entries in comics. There is no real defining character; we make them ourselves. That said, I was a little thrown off by Scout's shock induced passivity. I see him a bit more ferocious than that but then again 'surprise raep by people he was starting to trust.' Understandable. However, if he continues to be passive, this might be a problem, in my head-canon. Either way, I want to see more, pretty please? Will this make Spy the good guy or will both of them be douches? Perhaps he'll get a last minute rescue by his team and the other two will be gibbed? Ooo, suspence!
To be honest, the way I saw it when I beta'd was that Scout had gone into shock. Redd's characterisation has so far been fairly believable and I think the twist that they put in is fairly interesting. Sure, looking back on it, it might need a bit more tweaking but saying you're never reading the story again might be a bit premature. You don't know how any of the characters are going to react next now do you? Scout might turn around and bite Sniper's ear off for all you know. Herf it's half one in the morning. I'm in a rant mood again.
So a lot of shit went down with my computer, but I'm back. And holy shit I come back to this. Firstly, I'd like to apologize to anyone who doesn't like this story. While it is extremely disheartening to return and see so many posts telling me I am horrible, I must respect your opinions. But I would like to point out that what happened between Scout and Sniper was meant to be written on a blurry, gritty, realistic edge. It was not rape. I hate enjoyed-rape stories. I thought I had done an adequate job of describing it so it was on that edge, but still clear that Scout was allowing it to happen- though he is in a state of shock. That being said, a new chapter will be up soon. I feel like I need to do better from now on. I'm not a crybaby but seeing so many negative responses really did hit something in me. I do not try to pretend to be a professional writer, but I hope in the future I will do well by you guys. I love this people and everyone here.
>>61 i like the story a shit ton, and i thought this last part was an interesting twist, and i got that scout is in shock, and i'm really super eager to see what happens next. i'm sorry other readers are assbutts.
Honestly you guys, it was pretty obviously consensual, it is by no mean a 'fantasyrape' fic. Granted the grounds for said love-making were a bit...shall we say off? Its not rape though and if your going to let the first chapter with actual smut throw you away from the whole damn story then thats your problem. PS, its TF2, the whole premis of every story (afanfic or otherwise) and the game is obviously unrealistic. Rant over, Redd, dont let them discourage you, you're doing great, keep it up.
I am also one of the few that got the shock factor. It wasn't rape. It just wasn't the sex he was expecting. Everyone always expects it to be all wonderful, and flowery, and painless, but nope. Not always.
>>58 here. Disliking this story, how it's written, or feeling as though the characterization is off is nowhere near the same as telling you that you're horrible. I understand that Scout is in shock, and I can't say that his passivity is what irks me. What bothers me the most is Sniper's take on what he's doing, how it's okay to do this to Scout. I can't speak for 56 and 57, but my initial post was certainly not made just to be mean or to be an "assbutt." (Thanks, 62!) This last chapter just felt very jarring to me and didn't seem to follow with what had already been established. Now granted, maybe there will be some sort of answer in coming chapters that will explain things to an extent, make more sense in the long run. I didn't say that I was giving up on this story, and I'm not. I'm still curious to see where you plan to take this, even if I don't care for where it is now. Negative feedback doesn't necessarily mean that you're a bad writer or anything of the sort. We're just telling you our reactions (and really, everyone's will be different, so it's to be taken with a grain of salt anyway) so you can take them into account in the future. I do like your writing, and I sincerely hope that you do continue to improve.
"What bothers me the most is Sniper's take on what he's doing, how it's okay to do this to Scout." This. I don't mind rape stories, on the contrary I've loved quite a few of them. It's just fiction, just harmless fantasies. But the thing is, all of these stories were very honest about what they were. They didn't portray rape, only to then go all "oh, but it's ok, it's not REALLY rape!" This story has this paragraph: "Anyways, the RED told himself, the Scout deserved it. Anything so wonderful in form deserved it. The Sniper’s conscience cleared and he allowed himself to push all thoughts away and dive back into the other." Which is very obviously a rapist's pov. There is just no denying that. Whether Scout liked it or not, whether he was in shock or not, the point is that Sniper didn't give a damn about his consent and victim-blamed the shit out of him. "He is attractive so he totally deserves it!" is the same as "she is wearing a miniskirt so she totally deserves it!" Yet people are saying that what Sniper did wasn't so bad, just a bit off, nothing to be upset about... It's messed up. In any case, as already pointed out, "your story is horrible" =/= "you are horrible." You could be the nicest person in the world and that would have nothing to do with your writing.
people are saying that what Sniper did wasn't so bad Point that out to me because I can't see it anywhere.
>>67 Post 63: "Honestly you guys, it was pretty obviously consensual, it is by no mean a 'fantasyrape' fic. Granted the grounds for said love-making were a bit...shall we say off? Its not rape though" Post 64: "It wasn't rape. It just wasn't the sex he was expecting. Everyone always expects it to be all wonderful, and flowery, and painless, but nope. Not always."
>>66 While Sniper does have a very rapey POV, if Scout actually wanted it, it doesn't make it rape, now does it? I mean, I look at it less like Sniper's a rapist, and more like he's just really, REALLY selfish in bed. We don't know how he would have reacted if Scout had said 'No, stop, I don't want to have sex', because he didn't. If Scout had, and Sniper had kept going anyway, then yes, I could see the rape, but as it stands, all I see is just bad sex. (not bad as in writing. Bad as in unpleasurable sex on the part of at least one of them)
Alright, now that I'm out of my emo-pms girl-problem phase of last night, I'm ready to be a grown-up against and tackle this. As down as I was when I first stumbled back to all of this, a part of me is really enjoying the conversation now; as dark and horrible of a subject as it is. While I meant for it to be on that blurry line between rape and consensual, I didn't realize that it would effect people this negatively. But in a way I'm glad that is has, and I'm glad that it was able to start a discussion. As the writer, I can say that the intention was very much what Hybrid, Japan, and some of the Anons are explaining. That being said, if you disagree, then I'm glad that you can find other interpretations to my story. You can choose to believe whichever theory you want. Lastly, I do understand the frustration of those who were disappointed that I have broken characters. While these characters live in the TF2 universe, they are mine. Their personalities, while based around those in the game, are also mine to give. If you stop to imagine what it would be like if all characters were just like those in the game: Scout and Soldier would have zero friends. Pyro would have zero personality. Sniper and Engie MIGHT hang out once in a while. Heavy loves only his gun, and has a creepy relationship with Medic. Medic would be an over-all creeper. Spy, along with zero friends, would be a sociopath. Now, if you want a story that manages to get all of these personalities down to a tee and is completely wonderful in every way, I advise you to leave this thread and go check out TwoRefined's stunning 'Breaking Point'. Other than that, deal with me and my many flaws. We'll have a great time. If you can't hang with that, then I'm just gonna do my haters gon hate walk.
>>68 None of those are saying what Sniper did "isn't so bad" but that what he's doing isn't rape. Blah blah /argument Redd's addressed this and I'm just poking coals. Shutting up now.
EVERYONE SHUT UP AND HAVE A FILLER UPDATE! I love you guys. Slowly the Spy lifted himself from the ground, adjusting the balaclava on his face. “It iz cold,†he said, breathing into his hands. “Yea', tha fire’s died down quite a bit. Ya welcome ta join us, mate,†Sniper said, gesturing to himself and the Scout, who had closed his eyes, doing his best to pretend to sleep. Spy scoffed at the idea. There was no question that he was comfortable with the Sniper but there was no way he wanted to do anything remotely like cuddling with that boy. “I zink I will go look for more ‘ood. I shall return soon.†The Spy brushed himself off, taking his Ambassador and sticking it in his belt before rubbing his eyes and leaving the camp. As the glow of the camp fire disappeared behind him, Spy’s trained eyes adjusted to the darkness of the canyon and absorbed every detail around him. The stark landscape turned beautiful at night. The shades of black and blue made the rocks appear soft, as if the canyon were a painting. The sky above the warzone was as stunning as any in the world. Its richness sucked the Spy in, each star seeming to twinkle just for him. He sighed softly, leaning against a boulder and removing his mask to run a hand through his hair as he looked up at that sky. Was it really still the same sky? ~ The baby grass was soft to the touch; green with newness in the spring months and damp with dew in the cool night. “Are you sure this is awright?†“Oui, my sweet, it iz fine.†Spy had never allowed a lover to remove his mask before and his hands quivered in hesitation. He placed his fingers tenderly over Scout’s mother’s and encouraged her to remove the balaclava. The night air seemed to sting his skin as the fabric was peeled away and he flinched in anticipation of bad karma. In the midnight lightlessness she could barely see his face but remined awestruck of his trust in her. “Oh, sweethaht,†her voice was silky and low as she ran a hand over his high cheek bones and through his slicked hair, the color of which she couldn’t tell in the lighting. “Je t’aime, Katherine.†He wrapped his arms around the smooth curve of her back and pulled her closer as they lay in the grass. “I am zo glad for zees time togezur.†. “Me too,†she whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder. It was her first vacation in five years and she had brought her boys to stay with her sister in the country for a week. It was the first time many of them had been out of the city since they were babies and they were having a blast exploring their aunt’s ranch. As her adoring follower, Spy had rented a room in a nearby town to exploit every moment he was able to spend with her alone. “When was ze last time you smelled ze fresh air?†He asked in a whisper as he kissed her neck, his expert hands removing her belt. “Well…†She seemed too preoccupied by his lips to think for a real answer. “And when was ze last time you were able to zee real starz?†He nuzzled his nose into her dark chocolate hair as he reached around to unzip her dress, pulling it from her shoulders. “Hmm,†she purred, pressing her nose into the crook of his neck as his hands explored her skin. “And when was ze last time you were able to enjoy a man’s touch? Wizout worrying about ze boys.†He rolled his hands over her warm breasts as he kissed her shoulders; his breath hot on her porcelain skin. She hummed like a finely tuned automobile under him as she lifted her hips to allow him to slip away her summer dress. Spy explored her thighs with his hands as his mouth savored the taste of every inch of her body; so full and rich with luscious womanly curves. He sucked on her shoulder as she helped him out of his jacket and tie. Her slender fingers unbuttoned his shirt to slip her hands inside to feel his lithe torso and many scars, smooth as glass. As he removed the rest of his clothing he watched her sit up and take down her hair, skin practically glowing in the moon’s light. As her dark hair was allowed to fall free and tickle her shoulders, he caught her eyes in a lustful gaze. “Now, sweethaht,†she said, pink lips turned up in the best of smirks, “Momma needs some sugar.†Without a second care in the world, he dove into her and allowed her to envelope all that he was. And loved her as deeply and as fully as he was capable. ~ That damned boy. That damned Scout. The moments seemed to drag on in memories of his past life, brought on by the mere presence of the young man. He sighed as he collected what little dry wood the canyon offered from shrubs and bushes. He was a different man now, he constantly told himself. It happened a long time ago.
Now, I love how this story is written and I absolutely adore how you attempt to make the characters yours instead of just canon TF2 characters- but I would appreciate it as a reader if you went a little bit more into Sniper's personality and why he did what he did to Scout, rather then the inadequate explanation of him just loving the Scout's body. Why would he so suddenly cheat on Spy? Why did it go from a "What are we doing" to "a blushing and accepting scout" to an, "oh my god, what the fuck is happening?! I dont even-"? Seriously, don't get me wrong, I really do love this story, it's in my favorites so I can check back for updates. But sometimes I feel like I need to know more about the characters since they're different from canon. So take this as a request for deeper character psychoanalysis.
Absence of consent means no consent was given, means rape. Sorry Redd, you stumbled into a minefield here but you'll be able to learn from it. Thing is, most of the readership here are women, many of whom have been victimized or will be victimized by people (mostly men) who don't think they're committing rape, either. It's not that rape is a taboo topic, far from it, and many of us absolutely love rape fantasies. I think it just gets difficult to stomach when you're defending nonconsensual sex with a captive man as "not rape". Smacks a little too strongly of frat boy rationalization of taking advantage of cornered, drunk, or otherwise incapacitated or coerced women.
73 Wait for it. The last chapter is starting a chain of mini-flashbacks that will hopefully explain Spy. I will be doing the same for Sniper. Though I probably could have incorporated them sooner. I'm honestly writing this thing by the seat of my pants. It's the first fic I've done in years and while I have all these ides I know I'm not the best at organizing. All I can really say is I'll do my best to make things clear and explain more sooner in the future, if that makes any sense. 74 I appreciate your opinion, and as a woman (who has been involved with domestic violence- and yea I'm comfortable putting that out there) I believe it is a valid one. But my intention was not to write rape, and I'm sorry to everyone who feels that it was. And this is the last time I'm going to say that: Get over it. Everything to be said has been said. Take the text as you will. I've made my intentions pretty clear.
Aww cute little spy/scoutma flashback!
ok cool we'll all just "get over" rape apologia
(I clearly don't know how to format things in chan.) Thanks Chess! I'm really looking forward to expanding on these mini 'episodes' featuring Scout's Mom. I love her so very much.
73 here- thanks! I'm excited for the next update. I'll keep refreshing them pages.
neeeeeed update.
Aw, y u taunt me with this bump? Y'all are breaking my heart. Sage please?
want update nao!! I love the story <3
>>82 I think you're either a troll or too young to be here. Please go away and stop bumping threads for no good reason.