Its Mommy Time
Spy/Scout
Captain

It had been a long day, Scout was sure he'd respawned at least four times -- which was far more than his normal quota -- and RED had been utterly ruthless as of late. With a tired sigh, the speedster trudged to his room, pulling off his headset and tossing it somewhere on the floor. He kicked off his shoes with a tired groan of relief, socks following soon after that allowed his toes free room to wiggle. He sighed, preparing to flop onto his bed when a knock came from his door. Unused to people actually being polite, Scout called out, "Its open!" to whomever had decided to grace him with their presence. The doorknob jiggled for a moment before it slowly creaked open with a moan. Scout's fatigued face drew into a look of horror and he stumbled back, tripping over one of his shoes in his mad scramble to escape the man who stood in his door way.

"N-no Spy! NO!" Scout cried in horror, drawing bandaged hands up to shield his eyes from the sight before him. BLU Spy stood before him, dressed from head to toe in the same clothes as Scout's mother, powder blue dress revealing long legs covered in masculine brown hair that stopped at the man's feet, which were inside a set of matching blue pumps. The stomach of Spy's dress was cinched at the center with a strip of black fabric that caused the older gentleman's hips to curve out and give Spy a bit of a womanly figure. Although his mask remained intact, it didn't stop the man from adorning a wig that reflected the style of Scout's mother's hair.

"It's mommy time~." Spy cooed as he held out a small pocket watch in hand and lazily allowed it to swing back and forth. Scout warbled in utter terror, scooching back on the ground until his back hit the bed frame as Spy stepped into the room, using the heel of his fancy shoe to kick the door shut. With a flick of one finely manicured finger, the door was locked.

Continuing to swing the pocket-watch in a pendulum motion, Spy approached, dress making a quiet swishing noise with his every movement. Scout whimpered, grabbing onto his bed and trying to drag himself up onto it in a mad dash to get away. Spy's hairless left arm reached out to grasp at Scout's face, forcing the boy to turn and look at him. Scout's eyes wandered from Spy's wig, down to the soft brown hair of the man's legs that were crouched in front of him.

"Now now, /son/." Spy cooed, teetering the pocket-watch to and fro. Scout couldn't help but stray his vision from Spy's nicely primped wig and to the hypnotic device. "Zat's it, child. Listen to ze sound of mommy's voice."

Eyes drooping in a sleepy fashion, Scout's head began to bob for a moment before he jerked it back up. "N-no, Spy!" Scout blurted out, trying to tear his vision from the pocket-watch but his head was forcibly jerked to look at it. Spy tutted, his manicured thumb and index finger pinching Scout's cheeks to make the boy's lips pucker. He leaned forward and Scout couldn't help but inhale the scent of stale nicotine and sulfur before Spy pecked a kiss against Scout's mouth. Pulling back with a grin, Spy moved the pendulum-like watch to sway in front of Scout's face.

"Does Scout like mommy's kissees?" Spy pressed another kiss to Scout's mouth before moving to ghost his lips over the soft skin of the brunet's cheek. Scout squirmed, a childish whimper flying from his mouth as he continued to focus on the watch; gaze more vacant by the second until he suddenly slumped against the side of the bed. Spy grinned as Scout finally succumbed to the hypnotism, his head sagging in Spy's grasp.

"I am your mother, you love me unconditionally and will do anything zat I say, no matter how wrong it feels." Spy muttered lowly into the hypnotized man's ear. Scout made a small noise under his breath, head bobbing in a pseudo-nod and Spy's face pulled back into a grin. Withdrawing his hands, Spy set down the watch to reach behind himself pulling out a cigarette case that was tucked beneath the back of the black waist band of his dress. He pulled a slim stick out, grabbing the lighter from the case and flicking it on to light the cigarette, taking a deep drag and setting the case aside.

He took another puff, snapping his finger and watching Scout jerk awake.

There was a sleepy confusion in his eyes before they dawned with some form of recognition. "M-ma? What are you doing here?" Spy chuckled softly under his breath, only giving Scout a sweet smile in return. Taking a drag from his cigarette, Spy reached out a hand to stroke up and down Scout's arm in a motherly fashion.

"I just want to see my favorite baby boy." He muttered with false affection, stopping to grab one of Scout's bandaged hands and rubbing a thumb over the knuckles like his own mother used to do. Scout, embarrassed, pulled his hand away to thumb his nose defiantly.

"Ma, I ain't a baby no more-- I'm in the army an' everythin!" He grasped at the dog tags and showed them to Spy. "I even got my own tags to go with pop's!" Spy did nothing more than grin, a hand reaching up to pinch one of Scout's cheeks and give it a loving squeeze.

"No, you're not. Look at 'ow much you 'ave grown." Spy placed his hand on Scout's chest, feeling the dip between Scout's pectoral muscles. Ignoring the odd look that crossed Scout's face, Spy used his index finger to trace down the Scout's chest, feeling the contours of toned stomach through Scout's sleeveless tee. Scout deftly leaned back from the touch, moving to change the subject from the fact that he was feeling violated. Spy grinned, flicking some ash from his cigarette off onto the cheap carpet floor.

"Y-yeah, I've grown a whole bunch since I left!" With that exclamation, Scout put his hands out in a motion to pause Spy's advancements. "Check out these muscles!" He pulled his right arm up, flexing the tube-like appendage and grinning when a small ridge appeared in his bicep. Spy laughed softly, tutting and humoring the boy by feeling the small bulge of muscle. Scout flexed it under Spy's grasp and the Frenchman let out a falsified squeal.

"My my, you 'AVE grown!" The smile turned sly as Spy used the heel of his shoe to stamp out the cigarette and toss it aside. Scout looked ready to say something about the smoking habit, but instead closed his mouth with a click Turning back to Scout, Spy ghosted his hand back to Scout's chest, feeling the muscles before floating both hands to Scout's abdomen and slipping underneath the red shirt to lightly touch at flat skin. "And 'as my baby boy grown elsewhere as well?" As Spy spoke, Scout squirmed, moving his hands down to push Spy's wandering fingers away from the sensitive flesh of his stomach.

"Come on, ma, what are ya doin?" Scout asked, a concerned and mildly worried smile on his face as he watched the man before him with wariness. Spy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Scout's lips once, twice, and then a third time for a longer and deeper kiss, tongue flicking over Scout's thin lips. Each kiss had the younger man leaning back until he scrambled up on the bed to get away from the feeling of Spy's tongue against his mouth.

"Woah! Ma! Wh-what the hell was that?" Scout scrubbed his arm over his lips, eyes wide with some kind of horrified expression. He sat leaning against the wall that the bed was pushed up against, legs drawn to his chest. Spy stood, adjusting his wig, putting one knee on the bed and hauling himself forward. He reached up a hand to adjust his wig for a moment, grinning sweetly at Scout.

"Now come on, sweetheart. I just want to see if you are healthy, zat's all." Reaching a hand out, Spy ran the backs of his fingers over Scout's cheek, turning his hand over to pinch the soft flesh tenderly. Scout pushed the hand away from his face, small lips pursed into a scowl. Spy ignored it, grabbing Scout and pulling him into a firm hug. The action knocked the wig askew, giving Spy the look of having an abnormally large forehead underneath his balaclava. The hug lasted this way for a few seconds before Scout seemed to relax. Spy took this as initiative, sliding one hand up the back of Scout's shirt and tearing a yelp of surprise from the man in his arms. Scout tried to squirm out of Spy's grasp, only to earn a slap on the ass for his efforts.

Scout went still for a moment. Spy used this time to fiddle with the button of Scout's pants with one hand while the other stroked up and down Scout's lean back. Suddenly, Scout came to life again, breathing in sharply and leaning back with a snarl.

"Fuckin' Spy--!" Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by the odd warbling noise he made when Spy's hand went down his pants and cupped the warm flesh of his crotch. Scout rose a hand to shove Spy back, though he just as suddenly clutched to the blue dress when Spy's hand slipped further down and rolled the younger man's sac between two fingers.

"Je-Jesus fuck!" Scout bucked up against the hand, his legs jerking in shock at the sudden spark of pleasure. Scout's cock twitched against Spy's lower palm and wrist, hardening ever so slowly as the Frenchman began to gently fondle heated flesh. His hand moved back and forth to generate a small amount of friction at the base of Scout's member, watching the myriad of emotions cross over the youth's face.

Spy used his free hand to adjust the wig, making sure it fit properly before scooting foward on the bed. A glance down caused Scout to become slightly flustered, though he said nothing. The tent of fabric was prominent through the tight silk of the cocktail dress, unrestrained by much more than a pair of sheer panties. Scout hissed, one bent leg sliding out to the side and grasping desperately at Spy's dress. The brunet couldn't help himself from thrusting up into the hand that was now moving along his hardened cock in slow strokes.

"And 'ow does zis feel?" Spy purred into Scout's ear. Scout groaned weakly, urging his hips forward. Spy chuckled low in his throat and pushed Scout back onto the bed. Spy crawled up the length of Scout's body, his dress pulling taught over pale thighs and a quiver of excitement traveling through the Frenchman. Lowering his hips, Spy hiked up his dress, his shaft so hard that the head was peeking out over the edge of the man's panties. Scout's eyes went wide, his mouth dry and fingers grasping at the bed sheets.

"Sp-Spy, what are you-- nng!" Whatever Scout had intended to say was cut off when Spy dipped his head down to lick along Scout's exposed member. Scout jerked up off of the bed, nearly bucking Spy off of him in his surprise. Spy's wig slid off of his head, falling to the mattress with a soft 'whumph'. Spy frowned against Scout's cock, pulling his head and hand back to get the wig and put it back on, making sure it was fitted properly to his head before he returned to his previous task.

His lips closed over the engorged head, tongue diving into the slit to tease it before lavishly swirling around the tip. Scout keened softly, his legs writhing from where they were pinned beneath Spy's body. Spy tsk'ed, teeth grazing the reddened shaft and tearing another incomprehensible noise from Scout. One hand slid down to fondle Scout's scrotum, pinching the sac gently and tugging on the soft flesh as Spy took the brunet's entire length in his mouth. Scout cried out, one hand flying to his mouth to muffle the noise.

Biting down on his knuckles, Scout keened softly and with quivering legs. Spy had him pinned by sitting on Scout's legs, one elbow pressing into the flesh of his flat hips to keep him from thrusting up into the hot cavern of Spy's mouth. Scout's pants had been tugged down to the very top of his thighs at some point during all of his writhing, leaving Spy with better access as he bobbed his head up and down along the younger man's straining erection.

With each oscillating motion that Spy made, he dragged his teeth or tongue up along the underside of Scout's painfully erect member. His pulse was roaring in his ears from the feeling of burning heat engulfing his cock, sucking and undulating around the head. Scout clutched to the bedsheets with one hand, biting down on his other hand to keep from shouting out each time Spy gave a particularly strong suck to his cock or pull to his scrotum. Spy pulled back as he tasted the first bitter drops of precum that oozed from Scout's cock, tearing a breathy whine from the brunet.

"Now now, zere is more to life zan ze basics." Spy admonished, his shoes catching the bedsheets as the man crawled up Scout's body, one hand moving to pull his panties down enough to expose his erect shaft, a much darker shade than Scout's pink member, dark hair curling around the base and trailing up to his navel. Scout swallowed thickly, body trembling as Spy pulled the dress up around his stomach and straddled Scout's hips, thrusting downward and forcing their cocks to rub against one another. Scout snapped his hips forward, head falling back against the bed with a shout when Spy grasped their cocks in his hand and began jerking them both off.

Scout squeaked something incomprehensible as Spy began to undulate his hips while running a fist up and down both of their cocks, holding them tightly together and causing enough painful friction for Scout to wince in both pain and pleasure. Scout groaned, heat coiling in his gut as more precum began to dribble from the head. Spy's hand increased its incursion, speeding up to a point where Scout was nearing his climax before he even realized what was going on. The cry escaped him before he could stop it, yelling out as his orgasm slammed into him, cum spurting from the head of his engorged cock in thick streams that covered both Scout's shirt and Spy's dress in the viscous white fluid.


Scout collapsed against the bed with a loud exhale as Spy released their cocks. He released a yelp of surprise when a hand fisted into his shirt and forced him to sit up, face coming dangerously close to Spy's dark and erect cock. Scout's gaze trailed up from Spy's shaft to his face, expression one of unease, licking his lips in an almost nervous manner. Spy stared down at him expectantly. "Suck it."

Scout bit down on his lower lip for a moment before he opened his mouth, a muffled gasp escaping him the second Spy shoved his cock in between thin lips. Scout regulated his breathing as soon as he could, eyes falling shut as he tightened his lips around the thick member. He moved his head back and forth, teeth scraping accidentally against Spy's dick a few times and causing the Frenchman to inhale sharply more than once. Spy thrust into Scout's mouth, gagging the boy. He fisted a handful of dark brown hair between his fingers and guided Scout's head along his cock. Scout used as much of his tongue as he could, sucking his hardest before Spy grunted and Scout found himself with a mouthful of sticky semen gushing down his throat.

Scout choked, pulling back to spit when Spy pressed a hand over his mouth and tutted. "If I can do it, zen you can do it too. Swallow." Scout gave the man a viciously dirty glare, swallowing heavily and grimacing at the taste. Spy patted Scout's cheek tenderly.

"Your mother would be proud."