Every repost is a repost repost. By Not a Spy.

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"I hate that Spy."

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"Ah hate that Spah."

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"I 'ate t'at Snipah and Engineer."

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"""Why can't he just die?"""

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"Always backstabbin' me rioght in the middle ova shot."

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"Always sappin' my buildings."

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"Always getting mad at me for doing my job. It's not like t'ey wouldn't do t'e same."

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"I mean, really. Professional courtesy. At least wait until I take out one of your team mates, then feel free, but not in the middle ova shot. Wanker."

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"Does he know how much time it takes for me to build one o' those. A dispenser, at least, is a good chuck of time and a bigger chuck of metal."

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"I'm a Spy. What do t'ey really expect? Just because my job doesn't 'appen to be building some cute little device or painting t'e walls wit' grey-matter doesn't mean my job isn't important and t'at I'm not going to do it. T'e insolence."

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"But there was one night."

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"Ah... but that night."

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"And t'en t'ere's t'at night."

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"Hmm... what a spectacular evening. Almost makes it worth it, lettin' that wuss live."

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"Eh heh heh. I still can't believe we let him go, but I guess we hoped he wouldn't be back. I guess we just didn't care all too much. Not after that."

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"Eugh. T'ose miserable pigs. T'ey wonder why I try to kill t'em. It s'ould be no surprise t'at I'm always after t'em."

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"It all started that morning."

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"It all started that afternoon."

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"It all started t'at evening."

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It was a cold morning. Brisk and clean and perfect for taking some limb shots at the opposition. We all sat with nagging patience as we listened for the Siren that signed our death certificates. I peeked out of the window on the highest tower I could find, taking a quick, but thorough glance at BLU base to see where the little duckies would come carelessly skipping out of first.

The alarm sounded and out came their Scout, no surprise there, followed by their Soldier. Easy, I thought, but with apprehension. I exhaled and fired. Straight through his left knee-cap. I quickly moved behind the wall again, much to my luck when a bullet came flying through the window where my head was. They have a new Sniper; adorable. I had guessed the Soldier had been too easy, and despite my better intuition I had given myself away. Time to go.

I tumbled across the window in time to dodge another shot and slid down the ladder below the nest. Waiting at the bottom was Pyro, always keen to watch my back. I stepped in front of him and paused. "Very clever," I muttered, turning around quickly and holding up my beloved rifle, sacrificing it for my heart as a would-be deadly knife swipe came at me.

"I zhought so," BLU Spy chuckled, taking another lunge at me as I drew my Kukri.

"Why don't ya just crawl into your miserable little hold and die all ready?" I spat, swinging at him.

"I need someone to keep me warm," he grinned, backing up and pulling out his revolver.

"Aw, you bitzer." I backed up and took out my other gun, and he was gone. I growled to myself and kept my weapon up. He wasn't really gone, I just couldn't see the wanker. And that was it for me. I finally got fed up with the sneaking and the stabbing. I had to do something, but what.

"Ahgh," was my exclamation as a slick knife found its way into my shoulder. A series of obscenities followed soon after as the knife removed itself. "Ah... miss?"

"I zhought zhis was a better choice. No reason to get rid of an easy target. Au revoir, porc-chein."

He'll pay.

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It was early in the afternoon. I had yet to see Spy and that usually meant trouble. Boy's always creeping around or up to something bad. Sniper had found his way to the infirmary with an infamous stab wound, so I knew he was still lurking about. Sniper's always had trouble with him, but so have I, I guess. I'm not sure why he picks on us. Maybe we're easy; maybe not. Sniper's got it worse. I don't have to watch my back because any tomfoolery that goes on with me my sentries are quick on.

Not having seen him all day, though, I was getting a bit anxious. Maybe Pyro's doing a better job lately.

It was actually a quiet afternoon all around. A few brave souls here and there charing in and finding themselves staring down the barrels of my little piece of work. Easy. I just sat back and waited. Pyro and Soldier were sharp on checking in with me, like they always did, but my little hallway was pretty secure, or so I thought.

I was adjusting a loose bolt on the dispenser when my turret beeped. I looked up to see who she had spotted, but much to my dismay, she hadn't. BLU Spy was sitting on top of her, legs crossed, playing with his electro-contraption.

"I suggest you git down from her before somethin' awful befalls ya," I sneered, tapping my wrench in my other hand.

"Hm? Oh, right," he said in that mockingly calm tone of his. "Just one thing." He hooked up his sapper before I got a good swing in and took out his knife, making quite an effort to cut me open.

He succeeded, but not before I got a good whack in across his smug little face. I clutched my stomach and called for help. Medic came rushing over and stopped for a moment as he brushed past the now invisible Spy. He took out his saw and hacked at where he thought he was and called for Pyro.

As I lay on the infirmary table I sighed in frustration. The pain of Medic driving huge needles into my gut wasn't nearly as bad as the embarrassment of letting Spy get close to my sweetheart, let alone on top of her. And the things he did to her, and I couldn't stop him.

He'll pay.

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It was a normal evening, respectively. The battle hadn't been called yet, but it was thoroughly dark. Perfect. I crept into RED base. I would get them this time, without flaw. Both of them. My expectations were high, but I was feeling... competent. I activated my cloak and paced through their front hall, looking for their sentry, but there was none. I travelled deeper in and turned the corner into it; level three and waiting. I would swear it could smell me. I backed up around the corner and pulled on a disguise.

I wandered around the corner as their Pyro, their Engineer was no where in sight. How odd. I took out my electro-sapper, my heart racing; that was odd seeing as how all of the variables were perfect. I placed it and as I attached the second wire I was landed on by something that knocked the breath out of me. I hit the floor and took in as deep a breath as I could.

On top of me sat a straddling RED Sniper. I growled and reached for my knife, but he apprehended my hand, laughing. "Hey there, wanker. You feeling lucky tonight or did ya take a blow to the head?" I thrashed as I could underneath him, with what little breath I had, until an obscenely large blade found my neck, my head pulled back by my forehead.

"Nah don't struggle. I need that pretty neck of yours." He leaned back, pulling my head up with the knife. "To your knees." I complied, frowning, knowing I would escape easily enough. He would slip. He pulled me to my feet, and that's when I noticed the sentry had been placed under an airduct. He walked me deeper into the base and... their sentry didn't fire. Wait... what?

After some twists and turns he stopped at a door several stories below the battlements, opening it and shoving me in. He followed and closed the door. He patted the Kukri in his hand, smirking. "T'at's it? You're going to t'row me in a room with you and not even bot'er to disarm me?" I reached for my revolver, but it was snatched away from me from behind.

" 'ey there, partner." Their Engineer smiled, opening the cylinder on my gun and unloading it. "I'll just keep these." He placed the bullets in his front pants' pocket, that smug smile still plastered on his face. I reached for my knife, sneering, but grasped a hand instead. I turned quickly, loosing the fight for my favorite weapon.

As I turned the Sniper was closer than I thought, pressing himself up against me. "So, love, what are you going to do without this?" He held up my knife tauntingly and shoved it into his pocket. I back up, annoyed. I hated when people manhandled my weapons.

My heart fluttered slightly as I backed up into the Engineer. His hands found my hips and traversed around them, running along my belt to the buckle. His hands were thick and warm, surprisingly gentle for his line of work as well, but I couldn't afford to think about that.

I grasped his hands and removed them from me, turning with a glare, only to have my neck caressed from behind by the advancing Sniper. "So... t'is is w'at you are going to do?" I scoffed. I set a hand behind me, keeping the Sniper at bey. "You're going to psyc'ologically torture me?"

"Somethin' like that," Engineer murmured, giving Sniper a quick glance. He pressed a firm hand to my chest, working on the buttons of my coat.

"Yah, you see we've been getting a bit more irritated with your behavior as of late. And we thought we might try another type of warfare. Fight's not over for today. You should have come here after hours, mate." He pulled up my balaclava and kissed my neck, his hand that was there traveling down my body then working its way up my shirt as Engineer finished with my jacket and half of my shirt.

My mask grew warm, and my pants tight as they worked. My hate for them, now fueled by fear caused me to struggle against them. How dare they; the filthy dogs. The Sniper quickly apprehended my wrists, while he let the Engineer and his paws grab my hips. "Laissez-moi partir! Porcs dégoûtants!" I protested, trying to break my wrists free as Sniper bit my neck. Engineer, in the meantime, had unfastened my belt, and my pants were soon to follow.

Engineer had withdrawn my pleading length in one solid movement, gripping it hard at first and following with tender strokes. I growled, my struggling dying slowly. "That's a brumby," Sniper purred, his grip on my wrists loosening.

Engineer continued to stroke me, but it wasn't enough to break me down. I stepped back away from him, breaking his contact before I tore my wrist free and turned to land a hard punch on the Sniper's jaw. He stumbled back and I lunged at him, reaching for his pocket and the only thing that would save me at this point.

He hit the floor as I crashed into him, my hand diving into his pocket where my knife was kept prisoner. My fingers brushed the slightly warmed steel before we were torn away from each other. I hit the floor, a hand around my throat. "We were gonna be nice about it, love," Sniper grinned as his Kukri flashed.

His hand found my tie and pulled me up by it, his Kukri ever-threatening as he pulled me close. The cold metal bit at my now weeping cock, caressing it as gently as a car would a deer. I winced and his smile broadened. "You gonna be sooky, spunk?" I growled under my breath. His barbaric terminology ate at me; that's why we keep them down there. "I'll take that as a yes." He threw me to the Engineer who grinned maliciously, grabbing the open piece off shirt still dangling off of me.

"Don't worry, boy. We'll treat ya right." His soft fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, making me squirm and extracting a chuckle from him. "Come on now... don't act like you don't want it," he whispered, his fingertips finding the underside of my tender flesh, sweeping up and down. He wasn't completely wrong, but I want it on my terms, and not from these vile REDs.

I stepped back, trying to break the convincing hold he had on me, but wound up nearly impaling myself on what, I assume, was the 'mean end' of the Sniper's favorite blood-drinker. His free hand found my hip while the blade trailed up my back and around to the front of my still exposed neck. I swallowed and exhaled deeply, instinctively stepping back, bumping into the man.

His unarmed hand made its way around my torso, palming over the muscle on my stomach and up to my chest, fingers meticulously tormenting one of my nipples. I hissed as I bit back more submissive sounds, Engineer in the meantime working at pulling strangled noises from me, his hand fully wrapped around my shaft, pumping quite methodically.

I leaned back into the Sniper, my breath hitching as it grew more shallow. It certainly wasn't unpleasant after a while. My body had always been treacherous to me, but I was willing to follow it this time, if only for the sake of escaping with my life, or better, my loins.

The Sniper's hand slid down my body, pushing my unbound pants farther down my legs, his Kukri sliding along my neck as he stretched. My chest tightened as it split some of the skin, though the Sniper was quickly in his place again, the knife stable against me.

His hand reached out in front of me, taking a small vial of something from the Engineer who was pressed up against me, his hand taunting my increasing need for friction. I heard the cap hit the tile floor and gasped at the cold pressure against my ass. I suffocated any noise that would give them satisfaction as the Sniper pushed a finger into me.

I squirmed as he moved himself around inside of me, the Engineer beaming in front of me. Another finger later, he brushed the tender collection of nerves in me, forcing an unstoppable moan to spill from my lips. A noise of smug curiosity came from behind me, Engineer just leering into my eyes as he watched me writhe, Sniper stroking that spot again and again.

I choked a bit as he removed his fingers, replacing them quickly with a substantially larger piece of flesh. "Ah... non," I pleaded, but to no mercy as the Sniper pushed himself into me without hesitation. He pushed to the hilt while I choked on bitter cries for mercy.

The Engineer had withdrawn himself from his constraining trousers and gripped both of our throbbing lengths in what seemed like a sensual attempt to sooth me. It worked to an extent, but did not dismiss the pain as the other RED withdrew himself and forced himself back in.

He thrust in again, making short time of navigating himself to the delicate flesh inside of me, wringing a cry of pleasure from me as Engineer stroked harder, thrusting himself up against me. He was much more agile than he seemed.

A hand on my shoulder pushed me to the Engineer as his thrusts grew brisker, my knees on the verge of buckling as I balanced on the balls of my feet. The Engineer was kind enough to support me with an arm around my waist as he continued to humiliate me in the most pleasant way I had been tortured in my life. "Oh, mon dieu... " I believe is what formed itself as I exhaled another lustful moan.

Oh god it felt so good. Professionals indeed, and years of loneliness magnified their ability. I didn't have much will left to resist as my body was unconditionally brought to heights of bliss I hadn't known. And as hard as I tried to fight it, I couldn't deny the orgasm quelling in my nethers.

I panted heavily against the Engineer's shoulders, each thrust inside or against me intoxicating me further, coercing me to come; the battle quickly ended, my body the victor. I came in hard spurts, deep throated cries joining in the same fashion. I shuddered hard, the opposing team not done with their work.

The Sniper continued to thrust into me, not as roughly, but enough to consistently brush the swollen gland that had all ready expended itself. The Engineer continued to thrust up against my weakened phallus, reinvigorating unwanted life into it. The sensations hurt at first, the refractory period still prevalent, but they shooed it away, much to my dismay. The Kukri fell from my throat and to the tile below, the steel crashing into the tile breaking the more voluptuous sounds currently filling the room. The Sniper's now free hand found my hip, a tight grip forming as he pushed harder.

"S'il vous plaît! No more," I panted, tears welling in the corners of my eyes.

"Aw... Lovey... don't tell me you aren't havin' fun," the lusty voice came from behind me. The Sniper's hand worked its way over to my neck, playing with the hemming of my balaclava before ripping it off. My left hand flew after it, but was grasped mid-reach by the Australian behind me, a hard thrust putting me in my place.

My face crumbled like porcelain, my eyes finding the Engineer's who just grinned. The utter humiliation; my only thing left protecting me torn away. The Sniper thrust into me harder, his hand dropping my wrist to grab a handful of my chestnut hair. He pulled my head back, lips brushing my ear as he spoke. "Not really fair to keep all of that pretty under that mask."

He thrust deeper into me, eliciting small choked moans with the breath I didn't have to spare, Engineer not helping my escape as one of his hands let his fingertips toy with one of my nipples. "Come for me again, love. Just once more, that's all I ask," the Sniper purred, licking my neck.

I shivered, my quivering cock responding quite happily to the suggestion. The heat moved through me again, my eyes focused on the Engineer in front of me who moaned softly, licking his lips. Tears streamed down my cheeks as climax found me once more. It shocked me to the core, my hips forcing myself farther into the Engineer's hand, his cock twitching out steady ribbons of come that painted my chest.

The thrusts behind me slowed tremendously as the Sniper shuddered, letting out a heavy breath. He pushed into me once more and let out a satiated sigh, running his hand through my hair once more before wrapping his fingers around my neck and clavicle, keeping me supported as my knees gave way underneath me.

An arm made its way around my waist as I fell backward, the Sniper polite enough to catch me. I slumped against him, near hyperventilation, but that didn't deter me from reaching to his pocket, a frail attempt to re-arm myself. The Engineer gripped my hand and smirked. "Still fighting? That's quite a stamina you've got." He chuckled and dropped my hand, taking out a handkerchief and wiping himself off, frowning at the stains I left on his shift. He tucked himself away and drew the cloth across my chest and lower, smiling as he did.

"Do you mind hurrying it up? He's a bit 'eavy," the Sniper remarked. I slapped the Engineer's hand away and forced myself to stand, not very well. I took out my own cloth and finished cleaning what I didn't want staining my clothes. I worked on refastening them, watching each button with a clouded mind until I fell to the floor. I landed on my hands and knees, pushing myself up and finishing the reassembly of my clothes. A snort and chuckle came from the side of me. "Wasn't all that bad, was it?"

"By the looks of it, you seemed to have quite a good time," Engineer chortled.

I shot them a glare, cheeks flushing as my body still vibrated. I looked away and initiated my cloak, stumbling out of the room and running until I reached BLU base. I stumbled into the infirmary, the only safe-haven for me. I tried to regain my breath, leaning against the wall. I ran my fingers through my hair.

Oh, they'll pay.

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"Ah, what a great night that was. Heh. I almost feel sorry for 'im."

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"What an amazing night. Best lay I've ever had. I still can't believe Sniper and I went through with it. Well worth it. Well worth it."

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"Heh. Shouldn't be seeing that Spy around for a while now." Click-click. "Hey, what are yo-"

"My turn, mon cher."



Zee End.