DIDNOT MAKE THIS. I was lurking /y/ when someone wrote this in honor of the 13 tf2 thread. Now, I know its not christmas anymore, but think of it as a late present. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I fucking love Christmas!" The Red Scout's hands were on either side of his body, shaking with excitement while he watched the strongest of their team drag in the large green pine through the doorway. "You know fat ass, that thing's almost as big as you !" he stated with a laugh, dark eyes of the Russian turning to glare at the small male who let his smile falter some. "Calm down, fatty, I'm just fucking with ya." The man grumbled a few choice words before pushing the tree up, the engineer being the one to help with the stand, twisting knobs and tightening bolts until the tree seemed to stand on it's own in the corner of the room. And when it was all dry and fanned out the small boy took to decorating it, throwing on lights and tinsel, using the engie's help when it came to plugging in the lights and making sure they all worked. The man replaced the bulbs that needed to be sow as Scout hung up the ornaments that his mother had sent to him to bring out the Christmas cheer in everyone. Those and the cookies that he had stashed in his room to snack on in the late nights, although she had told him to share with the 'other boys'. The Heavy had allowed the smaller boy to climb onto his shoulders to place the large star atop the tree, jumping down with a wide grin, staring up at the sight of the blinking lights and sparkling tinsel with his hands on his hips, "finished." "Very nice Scout,The German spoke from his seat where he held a few papers, grinning as he stared up to look at the sight. "Yeah son, ya'll did a fine job on thi- tree." The southerner praised the boy who seemed to only get excited around this time of year, when he was a little less of a dick and more of a human being. That is until someone snips that lovely ribbon of joy. "Good to see you're finally good at something, boy.." The Frenchman stood in the doorway, an arm wrapped around his torso, the other perched on it, fingers wrapped around the cigarette as he pulled it away and let out a breath of smoke. The scout's cheeks darkened then with both embarrassment and anger, hands fisting before he grabbed a hanging orb and threw it at the spy, the glass shattering against the wall beside the man's head. "What would you know you cock fag?!" he snapped. A heavy hand on the Scout's shoulder made him stop, gazing up at the heavy who's large hand kept him from doing anything, "no little scoot, don't be baby. Spy only want that." Pulling his arm away the boy cast one last glare to the man in the suit before storming off. That night the boy sat in his bed, the cold metal tin in his lap, a pout still obvious on his lips while he pushed the mass amount of cookies inside around. Grabbing one he lifted it and bit down, a knock at his door forcing him to look up, "Wha-?" he demanded, crumbs tumbling from his lips as he chewed, watching the door open and the Red spy step in. Dark eyes narrowed when the boy swallowed, "get the fuck outta here cock sucker," he snapped, the Frenchman sighing, closing the door and locking it with a swift move of his fingers. Scout obviously hadn't noticed, for his head bowed and he began nibbling at one of the cookies once more. The taller man stepped over, having put the cigarette out before reaching down and snagging a gingerbread man from the tin, the boy immediately making a grab. "That ain't your's!" he snapped, the Frenchman only laughing as he took a bite right from the cookie's head, chewing and swallowing. "Your mother makes some delicious treats, mind if I try another?" he questioned. The scout's face was red, "yes I fucking mind! Now get the hell out!" he snapped, closing the tin's lid. The man only leaned closer, "I wasn't talking about the cookies, Mon Cher.." Scout leaned back some, but that only allowed for the Spy to lean closer, the boy falling back onto the bed to try and scramble from the man before two long arms pinned on either side of his head, blocking him. Scout's lips parted to shout at the man, but he was quickly silenced with warm hard lips against his own, a foreign tongue dipping past his mouth to prod his own. Shaky fingers grabbed at the man's arms, the spy pulling back with a 'tsk'. "You're wrinkling my suit.." he stated, leaning up to pull off his jacket. Scout took this time to kick at him, his foot grabbed by the man and his body pulled over to be pinned against the bed on his stomach. "Oh now now, calm down, this is your Christmas present, dear scout.." he stated. A tie was what blindfolded him, hands tied behind his back thanks to the belt that was once around the Frenchman's hips. A knife ran up the scout's legs, slicing the pants open, letting them fall, the simple feel of the metal sending a shiver through his thin frame. When the blade moved up his back lips followed, slow teasing presses of warm heat that moved slowly up the spine, a tongue following, the small body curling and arching against the warm touches. The spy grinned, sitting up on his knees, grabbing the boy's hips and pulling them up, hips grinding against scout's bottom while he grinned. Scout gritted his teeth, "fucking faggot.." he stated, the spy narrowing his eyes while a hand moved around his waist, gripping the erection that was already dribbling against the bed. "Oh but you're the one excited by a few kisses and touches, Mon Petite…" The boy gritted his teeth, hands fisting behind his back as he shifted, gasping when a warm finger rubbed against the slit in the tip of his erection. His head bowed, forehead against the bed while sweat began to work it's way from his pores. "That's all, boy? Make some more sound.." he demanded, giving the length a squeeze, Scout letting out a groan, his hips bucking against the touch. Lips moved down over his back again, fingers stroking the erection slowly, lips moving below the boy's waist. He had pushed a fingers inside the boy, he letting out a small cry while he tried to pull his hips away. "Don't worry, you'll like it soon.." the man stated, leaning down and pushing his tongue inside of the boy. Muscles immediately tightened around the invading prod, hips wiggling at the strange feeling, groaning softly when the hand continued to work on massaging the already wet erection. "You're dripping Mon cher.." he murmured, before dipping his tongue inside, adding a second finger to begin scissoring the boy slowly. "God…" scout murmured, the spy laughing, pulling his head back to lick his lips. "No, but close.." he stated, adding yet another finger. The scout whined, "that hurts.." he stated, the spy pushing all three nice and deep, "it will for a while.. But it'll feel good soon…" After a few more good thrusts of his fingers he pulled them back, admiring his work, the pink hole dripping and twitching with the want of more. Scout's head tipped to the side, panting, a small trail of drool having dribbled down his chin and to the sheets. "Now just relax…" the spy stated, Scout's ears perking at the sound of a zipper, body arching up with the feel of a sudden heat piercing through him. He let out a loud cry, the tie falling from his eyes some, allowing for the tears to run down his cheeks. "Fuck… relax boy.." spy stated with a groan, pushing himself deeper into the boy who tried his best to pull away, gloved fingers digging into the boy's hips. Spy leaned over, peppering kisses over the boy's shoulder blades, his hands moving and untieing his wrists. His hands smoothed over scout's arms as his hands moved and gripped the pillow above his head, spy leaning over him, kissing his neck while fingers curled with the boy's. "Relax.. I'll make you feel good.." spy murmured softly in the boy's ear, pulling back before thrusting his hips forward again. Scout let out a small cry, pained yet pleasured, head tipping back some. A slow pace was started, nice easy thrusts that had the boy groaning and gripping at the sheets, gritting his teeth. "More.." Spy's brows lifted up at the request, but a grin crossed his lips, "of course, Mon cher.." he murmured softly. Soon he began to thrust harder, pushing deeper, grinning at the cries of pleasure that escaped from the boy that lifted his body up, meeting every delectable thrust perfectly. A hand slipped around his hips again, grabbing the length and stroking in time with his pounding hips, pulling his waist up, hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside with every thrust. Scout was soon panting, groaning, body slick with sweat while he murmured the other's title softly. "I'm.. I'm gonna.." The words were lost in a groan as the white splattered against the red sheets, body shaking violently while eyes closed tightly. The sudden clenching of muscles around his cock made the spy groan, leaning up before slamming into the boy a few more times, releasing deep inside him. Scout cringed at the feeling, curling into himself a bit, whimpering when the Frenchmen pulled out of him. Cleaning himself up the spy tucked himself back in his pants, zipping them up while pulling on the coat. Scout shifted up, the pain in his waist throbbing as he grabbed the tie from around his neck. "You forgot this, fag.." he stated, the spy chuckling as he moved to the door, keep it as a reminder of your Christmas gift, Mon petite.." And with that the man left, leaving the scout on the bed, his eyes down on the tie. Soon he lifted it, pressing it to his nose before his hand moved to the growing length between his legs to take care of it.
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Lovely story! I simply love it!
For some reason, this actually interested me. And if I was a man, would be aroused. Lovely story!
It needs a lot of editing. I know you didn't write this, but I'll try some concrit anyway. First, the story addresses people far too often by alternate names. The boy, the Frenchman, the Russian, the southerner, etc. It's distracting. A few times punctuation are quotation marks are forgotten. Also there is some repetition with words in sentences. Like this: A heavy hand on the Scout's shoulder made him stop, gazing up at the heavy who's large hand kept him from doing anything, Describing Heavy's hand as heavy isn't the best. It says the Scout stops, and then basically repeats the same thing. It's also "whose" and not "who's" hand. Finally there is using adjectives twice for the same thing, in this case calling the hand "heavy" and "large". It's unnecessary to use adjectives so much like that. Lastly, I believe their names need to be capitalized. Scout not scout, Spy not spy, etc.