1 . Name: TeratoMarty @ 2011-08-19 02:08

This story is the product of my first TF2 RP with my longtime RP bud, CousinKevin, who, as you may notice, writes like a demon and edits like the wind. I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it.
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There was no actual rule that said that the Sniper had to sleep in his camper van, he just usually preferred it. Had usually preferred it. Lately, he'd taken to sleeping inside. Getting back in after lights-out was a hassle, and sometimes a man felt like a midnight snack. If he had ulterior motives in going to the kitchen in the middle of the night, it was nobody's business but his own. Wearing only an undershirt and boxers, the lanky Australian padded down the concrete hallway.

The kitchen was comfortingly quiet at night, being the only place in 2Fort that wasn't permeated with Demo's drunken singing or shouting matches between Scout and Soldier. It was cold and dark, and if Solly caught you it'd be an earful about "depleting rations", but if you knew just where to go it could be quite peaceful.

Unfortunately, it was neither dark, nor unoccupied on this particular night. Crouched in front of the fridge, the Heavy was scooping out sandvich supplies with great sweeps of his hand. What might have been an armful for some wasn't much more than a handful for the Heavy Weapons Guy, and the snack he was making could've fed an army of Scouts. He had to make extra, of course, for he had a guest coming.

The Sniper smiled to himself when he saw the crouched shape of his large teammate silhouetted against the refrigerator light. He padded in as quietly as he could. He knew it was a bad idea, the man was a hardened mercenary, for God's sake, but he had to try to get the drop on him. He reached out a hand to tap the Russian's shoulder from arm's length. "Boo," he whispered.

The Heavy turned to look at him just as nonchalantly as if a fly had landed on him. "Is leetle gun man trying to be Spy?" he asked, smiling jovially. "You are late, da? I got hungry waitink."

"You're no fun," Sniper said, but he smiled. "What're we having?" He let his hand drop to Heavy's shoulder and stay there as he looked over the big man's shoulder into the fridge.

"Was plannink on making sandviches. You want somethink different?" Heavy asked, reaching back to put a hand on Sniper's hip. "Perhaps instead you be plate and I lick you clean." He smiled lasciviously.

"Ripping!" The Sniper grabbed the sandwich fixings from the Heavy and set them on the counter before tearing off his vest and boxers. Showing one sharp canine as he smiled, he sat on the counter and unscrewed the lid to the mayonnaise. He stuck his fingers in and slathered a good layer all over his chest, thighs and groin before layering on some ham. A leaf of lettuce provided an odd fig-leaf for his artistic creation. As a finishing touch, he cut two slices from a tomato and placed them over his nipples.

"So quick! I like that!" Heavy whispered, though one could hardly call it a whisper with his booming voice. He put his hands on either side of Sniper's knees and slurped up a tomato pasty. "You make good plate."

"Chroist, I have had such a day," the Sniper sighed, relaxing his thighs against the Heavy's hands. "Make me forget about it. Show me how hungry you are."

"Lay back on counter, let me take care of you," the Heavy growled, placing his hands on Sniper's shoulders to ease him back onto the cold metal counter. The sliced ham slid away as he did so.

After the relentless desert heat, the cool counter and chill night air were a relief. The Sniper sighed as he spread his legs. "Like this? Anything you want?"

"The mayonnaise?" Heavy held out his hand for the jar, nibbling at the remaining tomato pasty.

Sniper's laugh turned to a groan as he handed over the jar. "Yeah- just like that- please," he panted as the big man's tongue brushed his nipple.

The Heavy swallowed the tomato slice in one gulp, then pinched Sniper's nipple between his teeth. He typically tried to be gentle, but he knew the man could take it. "Joost relax, close your eyes..." Prying off the lid, he dipped two fingers into the mayonnaise and nudged Sniper's legs further apart.

The Sniper closed his eyes, but exhaled hard as he heard the scrape of the lid, felt the other man's huge hand between his thighs. His erection pushed the lettuce leaf to one side, but he breathed through his nose and let the other man work.

The Heavy snickered at the shift of the lettuce leaf. He licked a trail down the middle of Sniper's torso, stopping to snap up the leaf before flashing the other man a wicked smile. "Do not worry...I will be gentle." He pressed a finger to Sniper's asshole, pausing to see his reaction.

Despite his arousal, the Sniper snorted derisively. "Hit me with your best shot, ya drongo." He pushed himself down onto Heavy's fingers.

Heavy shrugged and pushed back, forcing his fingers deep into Sniper's body. He curled them, rubbing where he hoped would make the Sniper squirm. "Is good?"

The marksman threw his head back, only just managing not to cry out. "Chroist, yes," he whispered when he got his lungs back under his control. "You mind getting some of this mayonnaise off me belly?"

The Heavy snickered, relishing the response he could get with just a twitch of his finger. He swiped his tongue over Sniper's abdomen, pausing a moment to rim his navel. "Like this?"

Eyes rolling back in his head, Sniper just managed to gasp out, "yeah." His cock trembled, twitching toward the larger man's hot breath, and the muscles of his stomach rippled involuntarily. "God, yeah."

Lolling his tongue out, Heavy swirled it around the head of Sniper's cock before just gulping it down. He didn't have much finesse or any tricks when sucking cock, but he could certainly fit the whole thing in his mouth.

"Nn- gah!" The Australian bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, to keep from coming right away. He wasn't that hard up, for god's sake. He stroked the Heavy's side with his toes.

The Heavy laid his cheek against Sniper's thigh as he sucked, laying his free hand over the marksman's wandering toes. His fingers twisted and curled, tickling the Sniper from the inside out.

Grunting and whimpering under his breath, the Sniper writhed. God damn, the man's hands were so big, covering his foot, touching everywhere inside him.

The Sniper's face was red, every tendon in his neck standing out, as he clenched his jaw. This was amazing, this was- he sighed, long and silent, with all the air in his lungs as he came.

Heavy lingered a moment longer, reading the spasms of Sniper's hips to know when he was done. He pulled away, smacked his lips, and laughed heartily. "So soon?" he asked, standing to lean over his lover, elbows resting on either side. "I was hoping to take whole night..."

"Hell you say," the Sniper panted happily. "You were right set on driving me out of my mind!" He grabbed the collar of the Heavy's shirt. "It worked, mate. Unless you start shagging me ragged in the next ten seconds, forget having cover fire tomorrow."

Heavy wiped his hand off on the rim of the jar and thrust his hands under Sniper's legs, lifting him off the table. Turning on the ball of his foot--Scout would have been proud--he did an about face toward the kitchen wall and slammed Sniper back into the tile. "Holt on tight," he growled, brushing his stubbled cheek against the marksman's neck.

"Crikey," the Sniper muttered as he was pushed against the wall. "I suppose I knew you don't muck about." He tilted his head to lean his nose fondly against the Heavy's. "Go on, then."

With Sniper's legs wrapped around him, Heavy dropped one hand to unzip his fly and pull out his cock. He stroked himself, partially to restore his erection, but also for a little private preening. He knew from the showers that he was the biggest at 2Fort, though he doubted anyone would debate that at any rate. "Mm...Moan for me, please?" he pleaded, pressing the tip of his dick to Sniper's ass.

The Sniper's breath hitched. Yes, they were having it off in the kitchen, but he was used to hiding in plain sight. Noise, though, that woud get them caught. But... He pressed himself against the Heavy, scraping their stubble together, and ventured a moan in the big man's ear. "Ohh... please."

Sniper's groan sent shivers down the Heavy's spine, and he immediately jerked his hips forward. Bliss engulfed him. All he knew right then and there was the tight heat surrounding them, the gentle squeeze of internal muscles around his cock. He pressed his mouth to Sniper's and swallowed the gunman's moan.

Pain shot through the Sniper's body, hotly pursued by pleasure. "You're a heathen genius," he panted in the Heavy's ear. His entire body felt relaxed, fluid as he rode the big man's thrusts. "Don't stop."

The Heavy pressed his face to the crook of the Sniper's neck as he pounded against him, nearly crushing the scrawny Australian's ribcage under his own huge chest. "Da, da...Say more..."

"I'm sure I'm not- unh- the first to tell you- agh- that you're bloody huge," the Sniper rasped, "but youve go the- ah- strategy to back it up." He stuck ou a pointed tongue to lick the big Russian's ear. "Chroist, hurts like Hell when you push in- ahh- feels like Heaven when you pull out."

"Mm...You are so small, is wonderful. Like leettle toy in my lap," Heavy murmured, sliding his hands down to squeeze Sniper's bare ass. "Ahh..."

"Chroist, yes," the Sniper's head lolled in pleasure. "Use me like a bloody fuckdoll."

The Heavy took that as an order and threw himself full-force at the Sniper, roughly plunging in and out of his body. He didn't want to break the smaller man, but he would get a sadistic pleasure out of seeing him wince and walk bow-legged through 2Fort for the next week.

The Sniper panted and went utterly limp in the Heavy's arms. He wasn't going to come again, wasn't even hard, but this was almost better. Through half-closed eyes, he watched the Heavy's face contort in lust.

Hands clasped firmly on the Sniper's buttocks, Heavy forced his tongue into the other man's mouth again. The marksman's mouth was tainted with the acrid taste of black coffee and...something else. Something bitter and foreign, but oddly familiar. He had a unique taste to him, something the Heavy could never get enough of. Pulling away momentarily, he hissed in the Sniper's ear, "You are like tight leetle voman, so eager for me...Tell me you are."

The Heavy dropped his head to lick and nibble at Sniper's neck, sucking at an old bullet wound scar near his shoulder. He was close, and wanted to be able to stifle himself when he came. With long, deep thrusts he railed the Sniper, his cock throbbing as he neared orgasm. Finally, with a low groan into a mound of scar tissue, he spilled his seed inside Sniper's ass, his knees trembling as he was drained.

Sniper slumped against Heavy's chest as the big man came. His whole body throbbed in response to Heavy's thrusts, an echo of the big man's orgasm. "I needed that, mate." He lifted his head to smile at the Russian.

Heavy pulled out carefully, then let Sniper's legs down to let him stand on his own. He held the Australian against him, rubbing his back with wide sweeps of his hand. "T'ank you," he whispered, then kissed his hair. "Help me clean up, then we sleep."

“Hang on a tick, my knees're still wobbly." The Sniper leaned against his teammate, breathing in the scent of his sweat. This was a good reason to bunk up in the base.

"Here," Heavy said softly. He gathered Sniper up in his arms, looped the Australian's arms around his non-neck and cradled him with one arm. "Just one moment..." Using his free hand, he gathered up what was left of the sandvich ingredients from the counter and tossed them back into the fridge--including the mayonnaise. "Now, shall ve?"

"Yeah, let's." The Sniper snuggled against the Heavy's chest. "Good thing no-one's round to see,"he said, still slathered in mayonnaise. "Bloke gettin' carried like a baby... bloody embarrassing."

"Is nothing. Who will make fun when you're being carried by the Heavy Weapons Guy, huh?" Heavy chuckled and pushed open the door, leaving the kitchen with a Sniper-shaped dent in the wall behind.

~Epilogue~

A cease fire had been called on the battlefield, giving the team a chance to recoup and recharge in the base. Scout was poised at the gate, ready for whenever the battle started up again. In the meantime, he'd pulled a sandwich from his bag, lovingly prepared that morning by the team's very own Pyro. It had melted slightly in the heat, but it would put something other than Bonk in his stomach. Licking his dry lips, he raised the sandwich to his mouth and took a hearty bite.

"Bleh!" he yelped, spitting out the half-chewed wad of food and tossing the rest of the sandwich in the dust.

"What're you doin', private?!" the Soldier bellowed, "You're wasting rations!"


"Fuckin' taste it!" Scout shouted in return. "That thing tastes like ass!"