[Ok. I got Owl to beta this for me, and rewrote/fleshed out the majority of it. Sooo here we go.][Also, this is my /first/ adult fic I've ever written. Crits are still very, very welcome, although I doubt I'm gonna bother editing/redoing this anymore. I've spent way too much time on it.]

The air filled with a sweet fragrance, the warm breeze lazily ruffling an endless field of flowers. Spy stood looking over this colorful sea, the small cottage behind him seeming to be a proud ship drifting softly in the waves of bright petals. Spy felt a sort of familiar bliss as he slowly walked in the field, the sort of bliss you felt when cuddled next to a roaring fire on a harsh winter's night. It was... welcoming.

But amongst this feeling of peace lurked a dark feeling that he couldn't place. It was a creeping feeling, a feeling of dread which caused a lingering anxiety in him. Spy tried to shake off the feeling, instead focusing on the beauty that occupied the immediate world around him.

But still, this feeling lingered.

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BLU Spy couldn't remember how long he'd been down here, in the dark, cold basement of the RED base. He had previously spent several hours attempting to wiggle out of the bonds which kept him fastened to a chair, but despite his struggle, they would not loosen. He had eventually given up, his mind drifting in out of unavoidable sleep caused by his self exhaustion. He was trying hard to keep himself awake, but dreams of his prewar life would take over and he would slumber a few minutes at a time before he jerked himself back into reality.

While he was awake, for whatever short period of time that was, he tried to keep his mind off the intense pain in his legs and memory of his embarrassing capture. It had been like any other day, any other mission. Spy had been escaping with the intel; his past attempts at the capture has been successful on numerous occasions, and even if things went badly he had always managed to get by unscratched. But yesterday (was it yesterday? Spy had lost complete track of time), as he was about to escape down into the sewers with the briefcase, the RED Soldier had jumped him, rendering him unconscious with a single blow from the broadside of his shovel. The crazed, bloodthirsty expression of the soldier was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

He had eventually come to with the emotionless face of the RED Spy staring him down, blowing puffs of smoke into his face as he loomed over him, a tad bit too close for the BLU's comfort.

"So you're awake." The RED flicked ash onto the BLU, stepping back. He swiveled a bright light to shine directly in the other's face, causing the BLU to shut his eyes with a groan. "And not a moment too soon. I was beginning to loose my patience. Let us begin."

The interrogation dragged out over an hour or so without any progress. The RED did not seem frustrated in the least, eventually switching the glaring lamp off and turning to the door. "You will receive no food or water until you do speak," he said over his shoulder. "I will be back tomorrow with ze same questions. I only hope for your own sake you vill have decided to be more cooperative." With that the RED left, locking the door and leaving the BLU in the silent darkness.

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After what seemed to be an eternity of sitting in isolation, the RED Spy returned on his word, bringing along a box of large steel nails and a hammer. "So. I hope you have decided to talk." He fiddled with the hammer, piercing eyes staring down at his captive. The BLU Spy did not look up to face him, instead kept his head bowed to the floor, eyes shut, doing his best to remain emotionless. The RED snorted after a few moments to the lack of response, setting the box of nails down on a crate. He carefully a nail from the box, returning to the BLU's side, dragging the tip of the nail on his cheek. "It is fine if you refuse to talk, ami. I quite look forward to filling you with nails."

I malevolent smile spread across the RED's lips, tapping the nail on the back of the chair. "I know you know ze questions, but I suppose for courtesy's sake I vill ask you again. Our scout has reported sightings of cargo trucks delivering to your garrison. Ve 'ave been unable to intercept zese vehicles, so - again I ask, vhere are zese trucks delivering from?"

RED Spy paused for a few moments, awaiting an answer but was met with only silence. "Mmmm." He hummed to himself, slowly walking around to stand in front of the BLU. "And yet again I ask.. vhere are zese trucks delivering from?" Silence. Spy snorted, kneeling down and placing the tip of the nail to the BLU's knee. With one swift blow with the hammer he had imbedded the full length of the three inch nail into the Spy's kneecap, drawing a muffled scream of pain from his captive, who did his best to suppress the cry.

RED stood and returned to the small side table, taking up another nail. "Maybe my question wasn't clear enough." he said, his back still turned to the spy, stroking the length of the nail with his fingertips. "Your team have been receiving shipments from an unknown source. It would be greatly appreciated if you would tell me ze source of said shipments."

The BLU gave no response. He was visibly shaking, the newly inflicted wound bleeding profusely and staining his pants. Despite his physical trauma, he was absolutely silent, keeping his eyes shut and head bowed. The RED sniffed, turning to face the other. "I would appreciate it if I didn't 'ave to repeat myself, ami." he said calmly, approaching him. "Well?"

After a moment the BLU slowly shook his head. "I 'ave no idea what you're talking about.." His interrogator smirked. "Well zen, I suppose I'll 'ave to jog your memory." He swiftly drove another nail into the spy's other knee, the BLU unable to hold back a shriek of agony.

RED continued his questioning as BLU continued to be uncooperative. An hour had passed before Spy was unable to question further, his prisoner eventually falling unconscious in a state of shock. His knees looked like a bloody pincushion, scarlet liquid drenching his pants and pooling on the floor. "Resilient bastard." RED muttered to himself, surprised the spy hadn't passed out sooner in his weakened state. He left, again leaving spy in the consuming darkness.

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Spy sniffed. The air had suddenly grown humid and the sky began to fill with dark, threatening clouds. The dark feeling he had dwelling inside him grew, blossoming straight into an overwhelming terror. The flowers around him begain to wilt and turn an ashy black as the strong oder of smoke. As he turned quickly to head back to the cottage there was a blinding flash followed immediately by a thunderous roar, stopping Spy dead in his tracks.

The house in front of him was cloaked in raging blanket of flames, the intense heat of the fire blasting against Spy causing him to stagger back shock. The flames grew blinding brighter until they engulfed the entire area, including Spy.

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A soft squeak sounded in the darkness and the room flooded with light. It took Spy a moment to realize that this was not part of his dream, cracking his eyes open and squinting into the light that poured in from the doorway. A tall figure stood leaning against the door frame, silhouetted by the stairwell's bright ceiling lamp. The figure stood there for several minutes, every so often lifting what seemed to be a bottle of booze to its lips.

Spy groaned as the painful throbbing in his legs was remembered. The bleeding had stopped hours ago, scabbing around the nails which acted like steel corks. The pain had also dulled from a sharp agony to a burning throb causing the BLU to begin uncontrollably shaking, whimpering quietly.

The figure took a step into the room, swaying a bit as they closed the door, and turned on the lamp, pointing it towards the Spy. The RED Sniper stood a few feet in front of him, the stench of the cheap liquor filling the room and causing Spy to gag. He looked over the spy with an amused expression.

After a few moments of silence Sniper took another swig, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "You thirsty, mate." The sniper didn't seem to ask it, more to mumble it out loud to himself. Spy did and said nothing, only glancing up at the shitfaced sniper before looking down to the floor. Sniper chuckled at this, taking a few unsteady steps towards the spy. "Of course you are..."

He dipped two fingers into the half full bottle of booze, tipping it sideways so his fingers were drenched with the liquid. Sniper rubbed his fingers over Spy's mouth before sticking them in, the disgustingly bitter taste causing him to gag. Sniper was not deterred, rubbing his fingers over the man's tongue before rewetting his fingers with the liquor and again invading his mouth. Spy bit down this time, causing Sniper to grunt and pull his fingers back, sucking on them to stop the pain.

"Don't be so rude, mate." he grinned, taking a swig before caressing the Spy's cheek gently causing spy to groan pathetically. He tried to lean away from the other's touch. "Just trying to help ya is all..."

The Aussie smiled and chuckled to himself, looking over Spy with a creepy, almost predatory look. He removed his hand from the Spy's cheek and begun to rub himself through his pants. The BLU winced, looking away and shutting his eyes. Spy tensed as he heard the Sniper unzip himself, not having to open his eyes to imagine what he was doing, or going to do.

Sniper stroked himself slowly, setting the bottle on the ground next himself. "I got somethin' to quench your thirst..." He hooked his fingers around the inside of Spy's cheek, pulling him to face him. "C'mon, mate..." he murmured to himself, clenching the Spy's nose shut painfully. Spy tried to hold his breath as long as he could but eventually he had to gasp for air, Sniper taking this opportunity to thrust himself forcefully into the BLU's mouth.

Spy gagged as Sniper thrust himself deep into his face, the head of his cock bumping against the back of Spy's throat. He would have thrown up immediately if there had been something in his stomach to purge, and instead gagged and coughed dryly as the man continued to assault his mouth. As Spy recovered from the shock of the Aussie's forcefulness he bit down, causing Sniper to pull out, cursing. He punched him in the jaw, causing the chair, with the spy, to crash to its side. He stood over him, stroking himself where Spy had bitten, not losing his erection at all.

In fact, he was grinning madly, looking as if he were considering Spy's new position. He began to untie the man's feet and arms, keeping his weight on him to keep him down, all the while Spy struggled desperately. Once Spy was free from the chair Sniper flipped him onto his back, retying his wrists together tightly. Spy was suddenly occupied with the sharp, firey pain from his legs; the more he struggled, the more his legs seem to mash on the floor, reawakening the pain from his shattered kneecaps.

Sniper watched as the Spy withered in pain underneath him, the screams and desperate pleading making him grin like a madman. In his drunken state he had not noticed the severe wounds to the Spy's legs, and in unknowingness shifted his weight and straddled the man's legs, pulling him up so he was on his knees. Not that he would care even if he did know, at this point - he was more concerned with undoing the other's buckle. He ripped his pants down, reaching over to his bottle of booze and taking a swig.

BLU's version blurred as his brain was overwhelmed with the violent pulses of pain. He choked on his own screams, gagging dryly as his struggling ceased. Any movement he made in attempt to escape only caused him more agony, so he laid with his face to the cold cement, sobbing and pleading in every language he knew. His body grew ridged as he felt Sniper press the lip of the bottle to his opening, shoving in the entire length of the neck. The cold liquid began to fill his insides, the liquor burning him, causing the Spy to once again attempt to squirm from the man's grasp, fruitlessly. Sniper pulled the bottle out before pushing it back in forcefully, booze sloshing out as he did so. "Drink it all up." He spoke quietly, continuing to pump the bottle into his victim until all of its contents were inside Spy - or on the floor, where most of it ended up.

Spy felt as if he were about to pass out, the searing pain from his knees and the agonizing burn from within melding together to form pulsating shocks of pain throughout his body. The RED rubbed the opening with his thumb before replacing it with his dick, thrusting deep with a bit of effort against Spy's clenched muscles. He was much bigger than the bottle neck and Spy felt something rip, the internal wound burning ferociously from the alcohol. Sniper seemed too drunk to care about the liquor's harshness against either of them, beginning to thrust quickly and forcefully into the BLU.

By now the spy had utterly given up his struggle. The pain had driven him to deliriously pray for mercy, for his mother, even for death. Death was decidedly more inviting with each of the RED's pumps, the injuries he was causing to him eternally becoming more and more extensive. Sniper kept up his strong rhythm, leaning over and groaning into the others neck. His body began to tense as he felt himself nearing his climax, trying to hold out for as long as he could, not wanting the intense pleasure he felt from Spy's ridged body to end. After a minute or two longer he spilled into the other with a gasping moan, his seed mixing with the remaining booze as he rode his orgasm out, eventually slowing to a stop. Everything went silent, save for the slowing panting of the Australian. With what seemed to be delayed mercy from god, Spy had fallen unconscious for the last few minutes of his rape.

After a few long moments he pulled out, wiping himself on the spy's pants. The RED stood up, tucking himself back in as Spy rolled onto his side. Sniper, upon seeing he had passed out, snorted with amusement. "Thanks mate, I enjoyed that..." He turned and shut off the light, looking back at the spy with a smirk before he left, shutting the door and leaving the spy in darkness.

Spy's reoccurring nightmare began to play in his mind's eye. His dreams of home were much more inviting now.