I've never written TF2 or porn before (and it should be noted that I read 'Hunter's Kiss' after I'd written most of this, so all coincidences are just that). I hope you enjoy as I prepare myself for the flaming.

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The man looked out over the desert from his high perch. Far above the conflict below, well secluded, he saw all. And all he saw were his prey.

It was easy enough, they never saw it coming, never had time to retaliate. It would almost have been boring if not for the ever present threat of being backstabbed.

It was a slow day, all of the conflict was practically over, the remaining fight he could hear off in the distance. As he glanced lazily around, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

A flash of blue.

Senses alert, the RED Sniper trained his scope on the disturbance. A young man walked cautiously between the buildings below.

“He’s just a boy” He thought, “It would be a shame to kill him, and besides, this afternoon’s not going to get much more interesting. I may as well have some fun...”

The BLU Scout had stopped, he was looking around, checking for danger. Little did he know, it loomed above. All of a sudden, an arrow shot out of nowhere and pierced his hand, pinning it to the wall behind him. He cried aloud in shock and pain and as he raised his other hand to try to pull the arrow out, another embedded itself through the flesh and into the wall. He was trapped with none but the mysterious assailant who would surely kill him. Any cries for help would be futile and he would be dead as soon as he opened his mouth. The Scout waited for the arrow that would pierce his heart, fear increasing every second it didn’t happen. Hearing footsteps approach, he prayed it was one of his teammates and shouted,

“OVER HERE!”

The footsteps quickened.

“I’m saved!” He thought. The oncomer rounded the corner and the runner’s relief turned to horror. Clad in red, it was the only man who could be responsible for his predicament. The Sniper approached,

“Unfortunately for you” he said, “There is no one around to save you, no one to hear you scream. We are entirely...” He stopped and pulled out a Kukri,
“...alone.”

The marksman held the blade to the boy’s neck.

“I won’t kill you, but you may wish I had when I’m done with you.”

“You won’t goddamn touch me!”
The Sniper let the knife fall from his neck and drew it across the Scout’s arm.

“Well, you’re a feisty one.” He said as the younger bit back gasps of pain, the knife drawing blood.

“But in hardly any position to be giving orders. I’ll do...”

He lifted the blade and drove it into the Scout’s shoulder. He screamed in agony.

“...whatever I please.” The man’s lips curled into a sadistic grin.

“You sick fuck! I-I’ll kill you!” The Scout
tried to kick.

“That’s a pity,” the man said, catching his legs, “and I was going to spare your legs to let you run another day.”

Two quick stabs and fresh howl of pain, the runner’s legs fell limp. His breath came in short gasps, dizzying waves of pain threatening to make him lose consciousness.

“I can’t black out.” He thought, “ Who knows what this fucker would do to me. I swear I’ll fucking kill him when I...get...out...”

He heard the Sniper’s voice as it from far away:
“Now, now, I can’t have you fainting on me.”

A stabbing sensation in his abdomen brought him back. Then, cutting down his stomach. The Scout screamed again and again.

“Oh god, it hurts so bad...”

He though he was dying as he watched his lifeblood drip from his body.
The Sniper watched too.

“If that keeps up, you’ll bleed to death. I want to leave you alive to hunt you again.”

If the Scout had the strength, he’d have cursed, called the man every bad word he knew and sworn never to rest until he was dead. But he could barely speak. What the Aussie did next hardly even registered with him until he was done. The Sniper had removed the boy’s bloodied shirt and cut it into strips, using them to bandage his more serious wounds. It came as a partial shock to the Scout when he all of a sudden found himself half-naked with the elder man looking him up and down, hunger in his eyes.

“Whatever shall I do to you next..?”

“Y-you sick bastard...” the Scout groaned, “You probably get off on this, don’t you?”

The Sniper couldn’t deny it, he relished every
groan and every gasp of pain. Every tortured expression and every scream excited him. So much so that he’d grown hard and now his body ached for release...

He pressed his hardness up against his captive and raised the blade back up to his throat. He felt the runner recoil and heard him gasp in horror.

“You’re right” the Aussie murmured softly into his ear.

“N-no, no, no, god no. You wouldn’t...”

“Just relax, it’ll be over soon...” He reached down and began to undo the Scout’s belt. However, he’d not expected that his victim would have a sudden burst of fear-driven strength and try to fight him. But it was futile, his strength would soon fade and the boy’s resistance only made him harder.
The moment the Bostonian stopped struggling, the man seized his chance. He yanked off the boy’s belt, allowing his pants to fall around his ankles and revealing light blue boxers.

“N-no, don’t...”

“Don’t what?” The Sniper said, running his hands over the Scout’s chest.

“Don’t...touch me...”
His hands slid lower, along the curve of the Scout’s hips.

“Stop...”

“Or else what?” The marksman said, amused. The runner could only watch as he was stripped naked, as his hunter preyed on him and he was helpless to stop him.

“As I said, I’ll do as I wish...you’re mine now. I’ll make sure you never forget this as long as you live, which around here, won’t be long at all...”

He undid his own pants, freeing his erection and spread the boy’s legs.

“F-fuck...no...don’t!”
The Scout’s mind was reeling, of all the things that could have happened to him on this nightmare of a battlefield, never could he have been prepared for this...
The Sniper moved closer, watching the Scout squirm and look of pure terror at his touch.
...and he was truly powerless to help himself.
With a devilish, sadist’s grin playing on his lips, the Aussie forwent preparation and shoved himself roughly inside. The Scout screamed and cried as the man pounded mercilessly into him. More blood flowed, allowing the Sniper to thrust faster.

“Hah...you’re so damn tight. I’d have thought someone else’d have taken advantage of that cute little ass of yours.”
It felt as if the marksman’s cock was tearing him apart from the inside, the previous bout of torture had been nothing compared to this...
The Scout’s voice was shot, he could no longer cry aloud, only beg silently that it would all end soon. Whether that meant the Sniper left him or killed him, he didn’t care, he just wanted it to stop...

But then, the pain began to ebb. No longer agony and the raging fire that had consumed his lower half subsided into dying embers. Yet the Scout felt something behind the pain. Something that he couldn’t determine as he was violated, every thrust chafing his back against the wall and aggravating his wounds. The Aussie fucked him with vigour, growling ferally into his ear and biting at the runner’s neck. But the marksman’s next thrust hit something within the boy and he couldn’t help gasping -near moaning- aloud. The rythmic pounding of the Sniper’s hips now rapidly brought on the sensation of...

‘Oh god...’
...carnal pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He cursed himself, there was no way he should feel like this. He cursed the RED for dominating him to utterly and completely and torturing him so ruthlessly. But the Scout didn’t know whether he wanted to kill him or beg for more...

Rolling waves of pleasure ate away at all reason and more moans were ripped from his agonized throat. The sane part of his mind screamed,
“NO, NO, NO!” , but his body betrayed him and he grew hard. This newfound forbidden, carnal sensation was all too much to resist. The Sniper paused a moment when he felt the friction of the Scout’s erection against his chest.

“You like that, little whore? C’mon, I wanna hear you beg me to fuck you senseless. Beg me to make you come. Scream for me.”

‘Never!’, cried the runner’s mind.
‘Anything!’, his body retorted, his cock aching with need. He was hooked on a pleasure more powerfull and more addictive than any drug, there was no fighting it.

“Fuck...”, he gasped, “Don’t you dare stop you bastard, I’ll fucking kill you...”

“That’s better”, the marksman ran his tongue over his canine, “Now, what is it that you want me to do?”

His fingers brushed ever so slightly against the Scout’s swollen length.

“Oh god...”

“Say it!” The Sniper hissed, seizing the tender flesh and stroking vigorously. The voice of reason drowned.

“FUCK ME!”
The Aussie chortled, a low growl in his throat.
“As you wish...”, and rammed his hips as hard as he could into his captive. He was rewarded with a moan that was almost a scream of pleasure and the Scout’s whole body trembled beneath him. He continued, his thrusts powerfull and fast, nipping at the runner’s neck, collar, any skin he could reach. The Scout’s mind was gone, he couldn’t even think, only feel the hot, heavy breath on his skin and hard cock inside him. The Sniper’s rough, calloused hands threw him into the throes of ecstasy. One final thrust and the marksman came, growling viciously as the Scout writhed in their all-consuming orgasm.

He pulled out and cleaned himself off. The runner hung limply from his unorthadox restraints. In a rare moment or mercy, the Aussie freed the arrows from the wall but leaving them embedded in the Scout’s hands. He fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, too weak from pain and loss of blood to move. He glared up st the RED;

“Fuck you.”

All of his rage at his tormentor and all of his disgust at himself for begging, screaming like a little bitch. Like a fucking whore. It coursed through his veins, he could feel it pulsing with every heartbeat.

But for all his rage, he could only manage two small words, a short hiss between shallow breaths. The Sniper crouched and stroked his cheek with mock affection.

“Aw, don’t be that way, sheila, I know you had just as much fun as I did. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

He got up, leaving the runner on the bloodied ground.

“Ill be keeping an eye on ya...”