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No. 5817
Sorry again guize. GAWD I SUCK. I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH IT.
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//"...What?"//
Sniper didn't need to know French to know from the BLU Spy's tone of voice that something was just not going right. The incredulous look on the assassin's face as he stared down the RED Spy, glaring, the first time the sharpshooter ever remembered the man looking this rattled.
//"The both of you,"//, the RED assassin began slowly as if the other man were an idiot, //" undress, get on the bed in whatever fashion you desire, and fuck each other."//
The RED Spy had no actual desire to see the two men go at it. This was a personal matter.
Two long weeks ago, as the RED Spy lay on his back in one of the long tunnels of the battlements, after having holes punched through his limbs, barely able to move let alone stand and walk, he swore that if he ever had a chance to catch and kill the parties responsible for his condition, he would.
And to say it was a coincidence that as he lay cloaked, nearly bleeding to death, that the RED Spy would see his BLU counterpart *delicately* carrying and *gently* placing the unconscious RED Sniper to the ground, was an understatement.
The RED assassin was sure he would be caught by the other undamaged BLU Spy, but was surprised to see his opposite more concerned with...other matters.
The BLU Spy's hand glided across the Sniper's bloodied head almost lovingly. And it was especially odd to watch the man lean his forehead against the Aussie's and murmur something in French that NO professional should ever utter in any language...
//"Forgive me..."//
Immediately after his utterance, his BLU bat-totting teammate made his way into the tunnel, passing completely over the body of the RED Spy as he sprinted yelling out orders to the BLU Spy who played it cool as he roughly picked the Sniper up and threw the rag doll body over his shoulder.
Further investigation was merited, the RED assassin decided as he dragged his body to, luckily, where the RED Medic was able to see him before his team abandoned the field.
It became wonderfully obvious that things between his Sniper and their Spy were much more intricate, filled with emotional attachment that one could liken to a dog and its owner.
RED Spy knew what love was, with a proper woman, at the correct time, but never let that relationship interfere with his job.
Fucking the Sniper was just a joke, and was quite enjoyable, especially when he became aware of the power he lorded over the man. That alone got him off, knowing he could completely control the human that so many on the RED team now respected ever since his 'heroic' return.
With certainty that the two idiots were in a relationship that was not only disgusting and abhorrent, but completely against every regulation set in place was delicious; He wondered how the offence "anally fucking the enemy" would be punishable.
RED Spy watched the two, Sniper still completely unaware of what was going on or going to happen as the BLU Spy placed a gentle gloved hand under his chin, a forced smile held to ease the tension from the situation.
The sharpshooter's eyes flicked over to the man who stared them down.
"Wot does he want..."
The Spy leaned in slowly and kissed the confused man, who immediately pushed back, eyes flicking from the face before him to the voyeur and back.
"Not fuckin' NOW-"
"You wanted to know what 'e wants..."
Sniper looked over to his RED comrade, a look of disgust and anger plastered on his face.
The cobra sneered, "Take all ze time you need, but you should know zat if I get bored I won't 'esitate to 'urt one of you, and I would much rather watch both of you awkwardly fuck each other..."
Before the shooter could spit back an angry retort and physically get up and go after the man, the BLU Spy let a small soft hushing sound escape from his lips.
"Geev him what 'e wants," it was a less than convincing argument, but the assassin was starting to feel very sexually frustrated. The taste of the man's lips still lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the sudden hot feel he was experiencing left his face burning and body tingling.
Sniper's eyes had drifted over to the RED Spy who mused.
"Do not look at him," Spy took the man by the chin and turned his attention, "concentrate on me..." he leaned in again, lips grazing the Sniper's, "on zees..." mouth opening slightly, tongue poking out, he took the Aussie's bottom lip between his.
Everything that related to the taste and texture of the Sniper made the Spy feel safe and warm. He wanted to take everything at a painfully slow pace so he could prolong their sex and satiate the aching hunger he had. Masturbating over the memories of the Sniper taking him could only be so enjoyable but the small hope of being able to have sex with him again kept his body hot with want, and made every orgasm seem that much more real.
Spy whimpered as the Sniper became more comfortable returning the kiss feverishly pressing his open mouth against his, sucking on the tongue that pushed its way into his mouth, the taste of cigarette smoke still coating the wet wiggling muscle. The Australian's hands gripped the Spy's jacket pulling him closer. Their bodies crushed together as one wrapped his arms around the other not sure of what to do first, the other sloppily ripping at clothing and only making the tangled mess more impossible.
RED Spy looked on, becoming bored and angry with the pair's comfort.
Sniper cupped his lover's erection as the Spy tried to sort out the mess with their clothing, fumbling with buttons as teeth and tongue went at his throat unrelentingly, sending hot sparks up and down his body, through his fingers and arms making him feel weak all over.
//"Enjoy him while you can, my friend. When will ever be able to have this pleasure again?"//
The BLU Spy ignored the baiting but noticed the Sniper becoming uneasy again. Vying for the man's attention, he pulled off his dress jacket and tie, lying back on the bed. Spy gently bit the tip of each finger, pulling his gloves off slowly, eyes locked on the Aussie.
Glove from one hand discarded, he splayed his legs and began to work his hand over his still clothed body while giving the other hand the same meticulous treatment, smirking playfully.
Sniper licked lips with the tip of his tongue, entranced by the movements. His shirt only took seconds to pull off, the few buttons left popping from their slots. His fingers went to the Spy's shirt as the man eyed his body.
Sadness formed as a lump in Spy's throat as he was finally able to see the damage of the abuse the man had taken while held captive. Long scars and marks that overlapped large dark bruised and scrapes ran the length of his Sniper's body. He still appeared a tad thin, and the stitches that were meant to hold the deepest wounds closed were ripped open or sloppily sewn back together. It hurt the most to see the hand shaped around it on the Sniper's throat.
The assassin didn't realize it but his hand had traveled up to the man's throat, encircling until the marks matched up with his own fingers. His heart sank until he felt a gentle grasp on his extended hand. The Sniper laced his fingers in between the other man's and smiled as he pinned the hand back, apply slight weight to the man's body as he leaned down.
Spy could feel lips at his ear as the man murmured, "They don't hurt anymore now." Sniper's hands fumbled with the BLU assassin's pants as he unzipped and tugged them down. Feeling the clothing fall completely from his body as his bare chest touched the Sniper's lightly as he breathed in and out, Spy began to involuntarily murmur in French, words and phrases that weren't foreign to the Sniper, just completely incomprehensible. He'd heard them all before and ignored them, but the RED Spy found them more interesting in context.
//"I've missed your lips on my skin, your tongue in my mouth...//
Sniper's mouth went to his ear working at the soft skin of Spy's shoulder as he shifted and wiggled from the rest of his clothing, pressing his erection against the other man's.
//"I want to feel you inside me. I've missed you being inside me..."// the BLU assassin groaned, eyes half lidded and voice filled with lust, still murmuring in another language lost to the man who was currently gripping both their cocks together and firmly stroking.
The RED Spy could feel his face flush.
"I have no idea...what the fuck you're sayin'..." Sniper said between gasps for air, "but don't stop...unh."
Sniper had to slow down. The Spy let out an angry growl as the fingers around his cock disappeared. The Aussie leaned over, reaching under the pillow behind the man's head, pulling a small bottle of lotion from underneath.
Spy smirked, "Got a beet lonely, mon cher?"
The Aussie merely rubbed the cold slick substance in his hand and shoved two slick fingers inside the man below. The assassin choked on his words and let out a deep guttural groan.
"That should shut you up nicely..." Sniper leaned down kissing the Spy's covered ear.
The situation was slipping from the RED Spy's grasp quickly. He found it hard to pull his gaze from the two as the Sniper slowly eased himself into the body below him that arched up. The BLU Spy ran his bare fingertips up and down his body as his leg was lifted over the sharpshooter's shoulder. Both their mouths hung open, as did the RED Spy's.
He watched the Sniper roll his hips, snapping forward as the Frenchman beckoned him harder and faster. The RED voyeur stared, angry with himself for the feelings of pleasure as he watched the scene before him.
The BLU Spy's head lolled to the side, eyes finding focus on his opposite's face. His smirk made the RED grind his jaw, but the next action pushed the man over the edge as the BLU assassin flicked him the finger, a wide victorious sneer growing as the Australian grunted and pounded into him harder, sounding close to orgasm.
The BLU assassin's eyes rolled back into his head. He became completely unaware of his surroundings... and the RED Spy who rose slowly from his chair and walked silently behind the Sniper. He was close, so close. The friction between their bodies caused the warm sensation to rise further.
The beautiful pressure from the body above the BLU Spy disappeared. Behind the Sniper knelt the man who held complete control of the pair. The RED Spy's palms pressed to the nude man's stomach and chest, pulling him against himself, as the Sniper awkwardly adjusted to the situation.
"Get the fuck off of 'im." The BLU Spy growled.
The RED assassin forced the Sniper's hips forward.
//"Are you still enjoying yourself..."// he kneed the sharpshooter in the back further driving him into the man below, who arched up and groaned, //"Do you still want to reach your orgasm?"//
The Sniper leaned back, trying to remove himself but only received another sharp jab into the small of his back urging him forward.
//"Do you want to cum?..."// The RED Spy hummed to his foil.
Sniper couldn't help himself. He wanted to continue, but this felt wrong. It felt as though he was raping the man below him, as the RED Spy coerced the movements of his body, forcing his hips into a rhythm. The knee in his back was becoming painful, and the pleasure Sniper found with each thrust made him regret ever pulling out.
The BLU Spy attempted to retort but could only moan.
//"You don't care who fucks you as long as someone is riding your ass..."//
Sniper watched as as the BLU assassin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to move away from him. The Australian wanted to turn and smash his fist into the RED Spy's face, and would have if the feeling of a cold, sharp metal blade hadn't graze against the skin of his back.
The marksman glanced backward, RED Spy sneering at him, prodding him with his blade while sinking his teeth into the rough bruised skin Sniper's throat. The sharpshooter's body lengthened as he avoided the knife, leaning his head back as the firm jaw locked around the tendon in his neck held him in place.
The BLU Spy finally opened his eyes, staring at the Sniper who was arched back in a lovely way against the RED Spy...who did not appear to be RED at all anymore. The BLU Spy was staring himself down, or more specifically the RED Spy cloaked in his color. The dominate 'BLU' dragged his tongue up the Aussie's neck, in a long, slow line, sneering. His intense gaze was unwavering.
In that moment the assassin's body shuddered, orgasm rolling through his body, unrelenting despite his anger. He dug his nails into the Sniper's jerking hips as he watched the Aussie's chest expand and contract, taking deep gulps of air as he slowly came down from his high, short little thrusts riding out the ecstasy of his completion.
The RED Spy uncloaked returning to his bright crimson color, a devious grin on his face, "So much for your love for 'im, /mon cher/." With a smug look of satisfaction, RED rose from the creaking bed, gently pressing his hand against a slight crease in his suit, smoothing it out.
The rickety metal door smacked its frame as it swung shut.
Sniper rolled to the side of the Spy lying beside him in bed taking in deep breaths. The Frenchman reached down beside the bed, pulling his pants to himself and fishing a cigarette from the little shiny case inside one of the pockets.
"Zat man deserves to be shot in ze fucking face..." He murmured, cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, lighting the end. He took a long drag and passed it to the Sniper who slowly raised his hand and took the smoke, gratefully.
"Wot did he mean when he said that..."
Spy of course knew what the man was referring to; the last comment made by the snake before he promptly left. The phrase rolled around in his mind as he tried to think of the best lie to tell the Sniper.
"I don't know."
It was weak, exceedingly weak, but in Spy's defense he was post-coital and hanging on to the tiny thread of pride he had left. If the Sniper had pushed the subject, he would have caved, would have told him he really did value the man as a friend...more than a friend...
But there was no talking, just peaceful silence.
"I thought I killed you." Sniper cleared his throat, tripping over the last few words. He coughed as he took the last drag from the Spy's cigarette flicking the ashes off.
Spy rolled over and smoothly sat on the Sniper's hips, taking the rough calloused hand in his, "Would you like me to show you where you would 'ave shot me?"
"Tryin' to make me feel worse about it?"
Spy shook his head, a small smile playing at his facial features, "Non, not at all," he said, studying the man's hand, "I want to show you 'ow good you are."
It was as if he found sport in making light of morbidity, the Sniper thought as he gave a lopsided smile. His hand was pressed to the center of the Spy's chest firmly.
"Right 'ere."
He could feel the light thumping of the man's heart from where his palm was pressed. A pleasant, steady beating beneath the warm flesh.
Sniper stared at his as his fingertips slipped down the sweaty skin. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He liked the way the Spy's muscles twitched as he dragged his fingers in lines up and down. His lover let out a long breath, soothed by the gentle touches that scattered in patterns over his body.
The long sinews in the Spy's neck were irresistibly tense, the Sniper thought as his nails grazed skin and fingers pushed under the slight edge of his mask, the flesh of the jaw underneath scratchy with stubble.
He began to pull his hands away until he heard the small murmur of, "Don't stop..."
The words sounded uncertain and confused the Sniper who kept his hands still as the Spy leaned his head down using the firm hands of the sharpshooter to drag his mask away.
Sniper's hands cupped the uncovered face that was made of smooth planes that ended in sharp angles. Skin was marred by small scars and marks of age, the flesh underneath his eyes was dark and made the blue eyes the Sniper had often overlooked seem piercing. His long nose slopped gracefully to a point. He rubbed his thumbs against the man's cheeks, staring.
"I am human under zees mask..." the Spy said in a low voice.
The remark was strange but hit a chord. Sniper had never really thought of the Spy as another person; he was an ethereal entity that seemed shapeless and nameless. But the sharpshooter was staring into the face of another human, a human with the same vulnerabilities as he, the same emotions...
Had the Frenchman told the RED Spy he had feelings for him?
Sniper's eyes stayed locked on the light blue irises the disappeared behind eyelids with each slow, tired blink from the Spy.
The sharpshooter couldn't bite his tongue before he mumbled out, "You're handsome." His face flushed instantly, embarrassed, wishing he could take back the complement that he would never live down.
Spy smirked, the mask rolling back down over his face. Sniper tried to quickly memorize, knowing full well he may never see the man under that mask again. With a sluggishness that denoted exhaustion, Spy removed himself from atop the Sniper.
"I 'ave to leave now..."
Sniper caught the man's wrist pulling at him, "It's too late to leave..."
"I can't stay, mon cher..."
Sniper smiled, his grip around the man's wrist unremitting, "Shhhh..."
Spy couldn't help but smile back, lying down beside the man, feeling warm arms wrap around his cooling body.
The Aussie murmured as he began to slip into sleep, smile still on his lips, "You'll be gone before anyone notices, I promise..."
Spy trusted the words of reassurance. The warm, sleeping body pressed against his was all he needed, though. The little voice in the back of his head told him that this was what he wanted.
He did not want to be alone.
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