This isn't cute any more.

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE MADE ME DO MOTHERFUCKER. Written on the fucking spot because this shit is ridiculous.

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Sniper and Scout weren't in this 'relationship' because they loved each other. They weren't in this because they were close friends and wanted comfort. They weren't in this for companionship, for sex, for power or for something to do. They were in this because they could punch the shit out of each other, have a quick, discrete fuck and go back to work the next day with no ill effects.

Scout had tried to find anyone else on the base who would entertain him. Honest! But everyone else was either batshit crazy or got too involved. Or would get too involved if Scout had approached them. It was easy to tell the two types apart and they were both useless to Scout. He needed something in the middle; detached. Sniper was detached, quite literally, from the team - in his work and in his anti-socialness.

In terms of work, it was perfect. Scout was at the front lines, Sniper stayed close or even on the base. They would never cross paths during work hours and if they did, someone was doing something wrong (in these cases it was always the enemy Spy who was doing something wrong and he paid for his stupidty).

In terms of what they wanted from each other, it worked just fine too. Scout had also discovered that Sniper was surprisingly violent. Excellently violent. When he had tried to piss Sniper off with a biting insult to his mother, Sniper had punched him in the gut without slowing his thrusts into the boy. Perfect. He had come gasping for air and curling up in reaction to the hit.

And Sniper appreciated Scout's forwardness when it came to turning up in his room, declaring that he wanted to be screwed and clambering on top of him. Or announcing that he was going to make Sniper unrecognisable from facial injuries. As long as he wasn't in the middle of anything important, like cleaning his gun, Sniper welcomed him in.

More often than not, the two functions would be combined in a mess of limbs, thrusts and punches - it was actually rare for there to be /just/ a fight or /only/ some sex. Only a fight came if they were so pissed off they couldn't pause to remove clothing. Sex only came if they already were black and blue from battle.

It didn't matter if Sniper smacked Scout around the head as the Bostonian sucked him off, Scout would simply tear himself off the Australian's dick and break his nose. Then go back to the blowjob. The sex and the fighting was about frustration and nothing else. It wasn't even personal.

Well, not that personal. The only level on which it was personal, was that they couldn't find anyone else who'd be able to handle such a turbulant ride. Sniper sneered and called the rest of the team a bunch of show ponies. Scout laughed and said they were a bunch of knuckleheaded bozos.

After a night of 'stress-relief', whatever room they had used was often left in a real state. Blood, spit and semen ended up on the floor and on the walls, leaving little to the imagination with how the fluids had mixed, smeared and dripped. The evidence was even present in their laundry. It was as if neither of them cared if anyone knew what happened between them.

As it was, the team were fully aware. The noise was unmistakable, the injuries worn plainly (even proudly by Scout) and the mess left behind was clear as to the events of the previous night. They just didn't talk about it. Ever. Not to each other, not with Scout or Sniper. There was nothing to discuss, especially since Soldier and Demo made more noise than them and Pyro had some strange fascination with cleaning the blood and spunk stains, so the rooms always ended up clean anyway.

In fact, the only time it was ever discussed is when the BLU's captured the Intel, containing some security tapes of the storerooms. The rival team hadn't been expecting that. Their Scout and Sniper actively avoided each other (an easy task) and for a while, they faced their foes with a slightly sick feeling in their stomachs. Not that the RED Scout and Sniper ever knew. Although it wouldn't matter if they found out - they'd just find somewhere private, check for cameras, lock the door and vent.

Vehemently.

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Seriously, fuck you.

Dusk, your descriptions are alternating arousing and killing my boner. Thanks for making this shit post worthwhile, however.

It's like angry Christmas!

This is all kinds of awesome, seriously. The ending freaking killed me too.

I'd like to know more about Soldier and Demo though...

There needs to be more aggressive sex. So. Much. More.

DuskZephyr saves the fucking day.

Dusk I want your babies

Dusk, if I were the mayor of Afic Town I would give you the key to the city.

>>11

I would have to second this, in the hopes that my conniving would win me a lofty position in the Afic Town Bureau of Porn Review.

LET'S GET MARRIED.

when i first came to this thread i was all "stupid effin' blank thread..." then i came back to see the snarky comments left and was SO SURPRISED AND HAPPY. you just saved the porny day dusk...

>>10 This.
Dusk, you are my hero. Forever.

>>14
I agree heartily with this sentiment

ilu Dusk

I am so happy I decided to scroll down. DUSK, HOW SO AWESOME?

DuskZephyr, you have made me a very happy person.

So, I'm annoyed again. I saw this thread and an idea came to mind. Allow me to vent more for you fags.

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The footage was obviously poor quality, even if HQ had decided to splash out on getting colour video feed purely so they could tell apart the two teams. It was grainy with white static stripes running down over the screen at intervals, and sometimes the sound would flicker and give out before returning. But it served the specific purpose of recording what happened in the RED base, regardless of whether the results were fit for a cinema or only just watchable.

This tape had been in the RED briefcase and showed one of the little storage areas, housing ammunition and engineering metal. It was obviously a precaution against thieves and Spies and allowed the REDs to see who was using the most. So in truth, it wasn't that interesting. Sometimes, someone goes in to get ammunition. Imagine that. And sometimes, someone goes in and stocks more boxes in there. How fascinating. This will clearly be their downfall, hording key equipment like that! How shrewd, to put aside what isn't needed IMMEDIATELY for later use!

But finally, something happens that isn't storing or retrieving some shit. Two figures entered, both clad in red. By squinting slightly it's revealed to be their Sniper and Scout. Not anything to get excited about alone, except for the way they pushed against each other - limbs snaring each other and hands fisting on the others clothes or over one of the appendages snaking around them. Scout grunted and groaned, his voice altered slightly by the poor camera and audio.
"Shitting fuck, why do /you/ always get to fuck /me/ asshole?"

Sniper suddenly pushed him back, ripping himself free of Scout's body and grabbing the front of the boy's head. He slammed it against a wall, causing Scout to cry out and grab his head, sliding down to the floor. Unconcerned, Sniper opened his fly.
"That's why, you little cretin." He grabbed Scout's shoulders and forced him up, dropping him uncaringly next to a box. Sitting on the crate, Sniper tugged at his freed dick and grabbed Scout's hair roughly. He put himself in Scout's mouth while the young man was too dazed to resist and thrusted.

Scout made a sound that had been degraded into electronic noise. After a few thrusts he seemed to be revived and was now actively bobbing his head in time to Sniper's hips, with that distorted sound playing again. Sniper watched Scout, looking almost unaffected. Almost.
"The day you stop moaning like a bitch is the day you can fuck me, Scout." There's a slight edge to his voice, but what sort of edge it is had been eaten by the tape. The flex of his body and the loud curse wasn’t however, as Scout did something to him. “Don’t use your bloody teeth you little animal!”

Scout suddenly drew back and launched himself at Sniper, punching him squarely in the chest. He forced the sharpshooter’s torso to bend at an uncomfortable angle over the edge of the box, his lower body pinning down the rest of Sniper. He gave the older man a few more socks to the chest.
“I’ll do what I fucking want, you kangaroo-fucking bastard!” He punched Sniper in the face. “Yeah, that’s probably what you di-“ The sound cut out. Scout’s lips were still moving, his fist still curled and raised, now just threatening to be used.

Sniper turned and spat something out onto the floor. Blood. Scout’s hips grinded down on Sniper, as if making sure his cock was still hard. The sound returned to play Sniper groaning brokenly as Scout tore off the lower man’s clothes, releasing his upper body. Sniper began to pull himself up, but was cut off in his attempts as his bruising body was pulled off the crate by his leg. Scout stood over him, getting his own lower clothing off but leaving his socks on. “I’m gonna beat your ass so hard it’ll look like my fucking handprint is tattooed onto it.”

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Will post more with approval. Not sure if it's too violent/ not violent enough.

I am both aroused and horrified.

KEEP.
THIS.
GOING.

I love this pairing. I normally prefer cuddly stuff (hard to come by since most people prefer Sniper/Spy), but holy shit I love this.

Seconding tantarted. KEEP GOING.

>>19
i'm scared a bit but I want more
<3 you Dusk!

This is awful... awfulLY AWESOME. Just the right amount of kink. I like it.

YOU SAVED ME!

... holy shit ... did I detect some super-brief Soldier/Demo undertones in this?

I ... I LOVE YOU.

Ha Ha. "Will post with more approval..." As IF you wouldn't get approval! This is great. Totally different take on the Sniper/Scout dynamic and it's fucking awesome! Please do continue. You have my approval. Oh yes. :)

And Dusk saves the day! Again!

You're scaring me and I love it.

Would you kindly keep going?

oh, god... violent, angry, borderline-rape style hate sex? Do go on. and on. and on and on and on. Forever.
I love you. So much.

round of applause for dusk for turning a joke into something BEAUTIFUL.

You have my approval, my firstborn, whatever the fuck you want, just continue.

>>6630
:D violence is wonderful. i expect more!

Wow! Keep going you new and interesting fic you!

oh god, oh wow. i love this. violent sex is the best sex ever. i'm totally inspired to re-write Punch Because You Care to be just as violent as this, holy shit. /pretending people know what i'm talking about.

>>6738
I LOVE THAT FIC

>>6630

THIS BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY
you best keep going, please

GO GO GO GO GO

pleasethanks.

I... what was I missing? I'm horrified I didn't read this sooner. MOAR.