Not brave enough to go name!fag yet, but here is the first bit of a CV fix it fic I started on /coq/. Forgive me if I've broken any fandom rules. I have no beta at the moment, so all mistakes are mine. No disrespect at all is meant Heironymus.
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Liam came awake slowly, the remains of a dream clinging to his mind. It made him feel sick, shaky, his stomach churning. As if his worst fears had been made manifest and put on display. There was no light, but after a moment his racing heart and mind calmed. He reached under his pillow and felt the comforting cool surface of the hilt of his kukri.

The body beside his was warm. He knew if he moved his hand just a bit further to the right under the shared pillow, he'd touch the metal of Gabry's gun. They were both rather paranoid bastards.

But it had kept them alive this long.

Liam shifted to his side, eyes adjusting to make out his lovers body. He couldn't see the scars that crisscrossed the other man's back, but he knew them by heart. Reaching out he trailed a finger down one, the calloused skin of his finger catching on the rough scar tissue. Solider had given him that one, several months ago, and he'd taken everything he had in him not to kill the twisted American fuck. The man talked to his shovel for crikes sake. Gabry's breathing changed just slightly and he couldn't help by smile.

If'en his Spy hadn't been awake since Liam himself had woken, well that just reinforced the paranoid thing.

Maybe they should be more paranoid. It was a risk having the Red Team's Spy in his bed, for both of them. His team wouldn't understand -- fuckin' hell - he didn't understand. His hand curled over Gabry's hip.

"Stop thinking so loudly," Gabry muttered softly. "I am trying to get my beauty sleep."

Liam laughed, muffling the sound in the other man's shoulder. "I reckon it wouldn't help much," he teased.

His Spy made an irritated noise and rolled over, pressing himself nose to nose with Liam on the narrow bed. "You offended me. See if I sleep with you again." There was a sleepy alertness in his voice, his accent thick.

Not as thick as it got other times. Like when Liam laid between his legs and fucked him open with his tongue and fingers until the man was babbling softly in Italian - his accent so thick Liam could barely make out his own name -- as Gabry tried so damn hard to be quiet clutching at Liam's hair.

Or as thick as it got when pain slurred his speech and Liam couldn't even take him to the goddamn Medic because he was a fuckin' Red.

Blunt teeth scraped against his shoulder, leaving a trail of saliva and tingling sensation in its wake. "I see I'm going to have to distract you," Gabry laughed, pushing him to his back on the rough cotton sheets.

Liam dragged his hands down Gabry's scared back and came to a rest on his hips. There should be laws about men having hips like his, but as long as HIS hands - and mouth - were the only ones marking Garby's hips with bruises Liam would let it pass.

"Sun'll be up soon," he said almost conversationally.

As if Gabry wasn't leaving bite marks along his shoulder, sending fire down Liam's spine to pool in his groin with each sharp press of teeth. The only response was for Gabry to bite down a little harder and suck at the mark he'd made. Liam groaned his hips bucking upwards, fully hard now. The other man, pressed him back to the sheets with his own body and sucked at the skin harder. Fuck, he'd have trouble explain that mark to Medic - not that he planned to need the man's services any time soon.

"Stop worrying," Gabry told him, lifting his mouth from Liam skin. "Stop thinking."

He nipped at Liam's lips then soothed it with his tongue.

Liam tangled a hand in his lovers hair, as he rocked his hips upwards. "Well, one of us has too, love." It's meant teasing but comes out heavy and thick with meaning. He shifted his hips so their cocks pressed together in the hot space between their bodies.

Gabry made a small bitten off noise and slid his hand down to grip Liam's thigh. "Are you mocking - nhn - my plans --" He broke off with a hoarse but soft moan.

God, Liam loved Gabry's noises, most of them made Liam want to roll him over and fuck him until Gabry couldn't remember his own name, let alone there was a war on. Fuck 'im until Gabry moaned his name -- which he never did they were both so damn careful about that but Liam could make him come close but it was never more than a slurred jumble of syllabubs that could <i>almost</i> be his name.

They kissed again, rough and messy. Their mouths slick and shinny as they rocked against each other. Using and being used, trading breathes as if they could only get air from the other.

Gabry made another one of his sounds, shuddering above Liam.

And right now those sounds made Liam want his Spy to -- "Fuck me," he said - groaned, into Gabry's mouth, his own accent thick. His hand tightened on Gabry's hip, nailing digging into the absurdly soft skin.

"Tonight," Gabry promised, breathlessly, the effort to speak English clear. He kissed Liam again, fucking his mouth with his tongue.

As if a flick had been flipped Liam came hard across their stomachs, his cry lost in the other man's mouth. His orgasm rolled through him leaving him shaking and clutching Gabry as if he'd disappear. A few thrusts later Gabry turned his head and bit Liam's shoulder as he came, jerking like he'd been hit with a electric shock.

At some point Liam had closed his eyes.

When he opened them --

His release was cooling - sticky and wet on his stomach.

His bed was empty - he was alone.

There hadn't been a warm body beside his - over his - pressed against his - in - in -

Red Spy was dead.

Gabrielle was dead.