1 . Name: Anonymous @ 2009-06-01 09:44

Every repost is a repost repost. By s.k.

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I was crouched carefully behind a wall, peering through the scope of my rifle every now and then. I took a shot at the BLU Medic, but missed his head, which resulted in shouts of 'Snipah up on ze balcony! Watch out for ze Snipah!"

"Getting a beet rusty, aren't we?" I recognized that haughty rolling of R's instantly, and pulled out my SMG.

"Spy," I said tersely, pointing the barrel of my gun toward the 'Sniper' beside me. It was hardly even a convincing disguise!

"'Ello, Sniper." He grinned broadly, taking off his paper mask. "I am not up to anyzing. Just making sure you and your teammates are well and... alive."

"Yeah, so you can kill 'em later, you bloody wanker," I retorted, annoyed. "Get outta my sight b'fore I shoot you."

The BLU Spy rolled his eyes, and casually lit up a cigarette. "Please, Sniper. I could 'ave keeled you two 'ours ago. I just wanted to say 'ello; I won't keel you, promeese."

I managed to convince my ego that he had been cloaking earlier, which was why I hadn't noticed him. With a grunt, I leaned out a bit to see if the other Sniper had shown up yet. It was a slow day, and too hot for anyone to really want to do anything.

"So I 'ear you 'ave a new Engineer?"

"Don't you have anything better to do?" I muttered, sending a glare his way.

"Fine." He pivoted around abruptly, and then was gone.

A few minutes later I heard a choked scream downstairs, followed by Engineer's shouts of "Spah's sappin' mah sentry!" I felt a little bad for letting him ruin Engie's beloved turrets. At our team meetings, Soldier was constantly raging about someone letting the Spy off easy, and whipped out charts of backstab to regular death ratios, a list of possible moles (the list had all our names on it, including Soldier's...), and the like. I felt a little giddy knowing they hadn't found me out yet; perhaps this was what being a Spy was like, keeping secrets and acting... stealthily, for lack of a better term.

My thoughts were interrupted when a cold blade was pressed against my neck, threatening to break the skin.

"If you make any zound I weel keel you. Lay your weapons on ze ground."

"Ha, ha, Spy--" My captor pushed my head against the wall with his other hand roughly. My fedora fluttered off and landed on the ground by my feet. "Fuck, Spy, that hurt!"

"Do eet!" He commanded, twisting my chestnut hair between his gloved fingers. His body pressed me against the wall firmly, and I felt a slight surge of panic as I dropped my guns and kukri onto the wooden floor. Was that Spy-Spy, or was it our-Spy... or, heaven forbid, possibly even another-Spy?

"Very good, Sniper," mystery-Spy purred into my ear, and only then did I realize how close he was standing to me. I swallowed nervously, feeling the sharp edge of his knife still pressed against my sweat-slicked skin. "Now take your pants off. And, remember, no talking..."

I shut my open mouth, stupefied. What the fuck was going on here?

"I'm waiting," Spy chimed, sounding extremely pleased with himself. The knife slid downwards a bit, and cut slightly into where my collarbone was, a thin red line trailing after it. I winced; it was like getting the worst paper cut of your life. His gloved hand then grabbed a handful of the fine hairs at the nape of my neck and pulled roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

Numbly, I undid my belt, and pulled my pants down hastily, regretting it the moment a warm breeze hit my legs. Shit, shit, what the fuck was Spy planning?

"Boxers too, Sniper." Spy cooed from behind me. Without my noticing, he had slit the fabric of my shirt and was now tracing patterns onto my chest with his little blade.

"Alright, mate, that's enough. Very funny. Bloody hilarious, you are." I said, trying not to pay attention to the stinging cuts.

He laughed briefly-- too briefly for me to identify who this comedian was --and said, "Who said I was joking?"

To emphasize, he shifted his weight against me a bit and oh lord what the fuck, he ground his hips against my ass, what the fuck Spy?!

"Now, shut up and get zose off." Spy ordered, attempting to de-vest me with his free hand. "What ze fuck is thees zing, it is such a disgusting couleur..."

He began sawing through the material when I shrugged off the vest quickly.

"Ah, zank you. See 'ow much easier it is when you cooperate?" Spy said, and then I felt his mouth against my neck, nipping, kissing, licking...

"Mmn," I moaned softly at this sudden display of affection. His butterfly knife fell to the ground with a clatter as his hands snaked under my standard RED shirt and roamed up to my nipples, giving them both a gentle tweak before rubbing them with his thumbs. I felt my cock twitch beneath the fabric of my boxers, and closed my eyes helplessly. One of his hands slipped under my boxers and grabbed my aching erection with a featherlike touch. I thrust into his hand with a grunt, fuck, why won't you move, you bloody tease!

Spy's lips curled slightly against my skin as I desperately tried to fuck his loosely made fist. "You are taking so long, mon cher."

His voice rumbled across my neck and I panted slightly, hurriedly pulling down my boxers, not caring if he'd just called me his bitch or his lover. They were only halfway down my thighs when Spy flipped me around and kissed me hungrily. His tongue easily slid into my mouth and I barely contained a groan of pleasure as he finally started stroking me.

"About damn time," I said hoarsely in between kisses. Spy ignored me, and bent down slightly to rake his teeth against my right nipple before swirling his tongue around it. His eyes glinted devilishly as he moved lower, planting a few kisses on my abdomen before replacing his hand with his lips, giving the head of my cock a tentative lick. His fingers roughly teased my nipples again as I thrust into the warm cavern of his mouth with abandon, eyes shut in bliss. Oh god, oh god, do that thing with your tongue again--

I felt myself nearing orgasm the same time I felt the cold barrel of his revolver against my forehead, and then everything was gone. I found myself in a haze of darkness, waiting for the respawn timer. Twenty seconds later, I came whirling back into reality and stood, unmoving, in the supply room, with a ripped shirt and my pants around my ankles. Ten seconds after that, I realized what had happened. Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK.

"You said you wouldn't bloody kill me, you cocksucking son of a--"

"Never trust a Spy," he chuckled, as he wrapped his cloaked arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck again. "Not to worry, I weel be seeing you soon, Sniper. Oh, and try looking into a miroir sometime. It took me a lot of practeece, you know!"

He was gone before I had a chance to knife him and fuck his open wounds, so I pulled my pants on and walked over to the dirty mirror hanging on the wall.

On my chest, thin scars that had not healed completely formed some sort of a phallic shape. Oh, wait, it was a wrench--

"Oh, fuck me," I groaned, covering the logo quickly, and Medic, who had just come into the respawn room, looked at me suggestively.