Every repost is a repost repost. By Wol Thyme.--"- for fuck's sake doesn't include fucking running like a little girl down the catwalk while a fuckin Heavy carries a fucking Sentry gun after him, Jesus Christ!" The Scout's voice carried through the barracks as he berated the Spy. "And what the fuck would you'a done if I wasn't around to HEROICALLY SAVE YOUR ASS, huh? With that grenade I totally stole off the Red Pyro like a badass, I might add. Fuckin' moron. What the fuck *were* you thinking?"If anyone were in the Scout's room, they would have seen the Spy reaching out to calm the pacing Scout, only to have his hand shrugged away. "Scout -""You woulda got your ass shot off is what you woulda done, and THEN what, huh?" the Scout continued, fingers digging into the knot at the Spy's collar. His jacket was already hung over the back of the chair carelessly. "'n with that fucking Heavy on a fucking rampage there's no fuckin' way we'd get a Medic in there -""'tit-" but again the Scout was away, taking the tie with him."No, fuck you, you been doin' this longer'n I have! You know better'n to try'n pull stupid fucking retard games like that! What the HELL, Spy, next time i'll let the fucker step on you -""Petit-""Fucking don't 'petit' me when I'm fucking pissed at you, jackass!" the Scout spat, but his hands trembled slightly as they worked at the buttons of the Spy's shirt, stripping him down. "You're a fucking SPY, you're supposed to be SNEAKY, backstabbing people IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING CATWALK is NOT SNEAKY. We have fucking SNIPERS for fraggin' people there, dumbass!"The shirt was tossed in the direction of the jacket, falling mostly on the desk instead, and the Scout's shaking hands reached for the mask. "You ain't supposed t' need savin'."The Spy opened his mouth to apologize, but then the Scout's mouth was pressed to it, kissing him needily. "Fuck you -" the boy murmured, pulling back and breathing heavily. "Fuck you, fuck you - dumbass -""Shh, shhh," the Spy murmured, petting the Scout's hair. "Shh, mon petit ouiseau fâché-"The mask was pulled off forcefully, and where the Scout often smoothed back tousled hair, or joked about the bird's-nest it usually became under the tight balaclava - this time, the boy barely even looked at him before kissing him again, pressing in close as if he would climb inside the Spy's skin and such things would not occur again. His fingers scrabbled impatiently with the buttons of the Spy's trousers."You owe me," the Scout murmured, moving to the Spy's throat, lips working across the skin.And he did, truly. He had no idea what to do, terrified as he ran from the Sentry-wielding Heavy, mad with rage at a loved one down on the field. He had not considered - that others might have untangled themselves as foolishly as he. That the Heavy might react with such fury and adrenaline-fueled anger. "Oui," the Spy murmured softly."You fuckin' owe me -""Oui, mon amour."The Scout pulled him to the bed then, pushed him down, and the Spy was suddenly aware - undistracted by the heat of the Scout's wet mouth, for a moment - that while he was undressed, the Scout was still wearing his uniform."Fuck -" the Scout moaned, straddling the Spy's waist and bending to kiss him again. The boy's hand slid down the other man's chest, the planes of his abdomen - at least the handwraps had come off, the Spy thought, as the hand wrapped around his cock. His own hands reached for the fly of the Scout's trousers.The Scout broke away to pull his shirts off, teeshirt and undershirt in one fluid action, tossed into the corner of the room. His dogtags swang as he moved. "Spy -""Oui," came a little broken, the Scout's thumb sliding over the head of his penis. "Scout."The fastenings of the Scout's trousers gave, then, and the Spy could slip his hands inside, slide his hands in to take hold of the boy's ass, yielding flesh under his gloves.The Spy's blood sang in his ears, quick and loud - what would the Scout ask of him, to repay this 'debt' - "I -" muffled slightly against his mouth. "I want -""*Oui*, Scout -""*Fuck*." A groan, the boy's eyes falling shut, and the Spy caught his mouth again in a kiss.The kiss broke so the Scout could mutter, "Gloves - fucking gloves, off -"; wordlessly the Spy obeyed, watching the Scout blush under his smouldering gaze. A smile spread across his face, and he trailed his hands down the Scout's back teasingly."Such a leetle 'sing - surely zat ees not enough, 'tit," the Spy murmured."Fuck you," was angrily shot back, and then the Scout pushed his trousers and underwear down the remaining few inches to allow his straining cock freedom. "Fucking - suck me -"The Scout bit his lip as the Spy's grip tightened on his ass, and he pulled the boy closer. "Oui, cher," he murmured, lips brushing the tip of the Scout's cock, spreading the fluid collecting there.When he licked his lips then - he could taste the Scout on them, and the fluttering motion made the Scout shudder. He did it again, and the boy groaned. "Fuck - I know you know how to do it -" and the Spy smiled and kissed the bobbing dick in front of him, mouth slightly open, as he watched the Scout intently.He flickered his tongue again, tasting pre-come sweet on the tip of his tongue, bitter in his mouth, and the Scout shook, moaning loud."Spy - fuck -"He pulled back, smiled. "Yes?""Fucking - do it already -" and then "GOD," as the Spy opened his mouth and slid it down the Scout's cock, warm and wet.The Scout's hands tangled in the Spy's hair, pulling slightly as the Spy's fingers slid around his hole. "Nnn-" the Scout stuttered, eyes falling closed, then, weakly, as the Spy's tongue flickered lower, "n-not without lube, fuck -" a small disappointed noise, nonetheless, when the Spy's fingers moved, "- fucker."After a few seconds the Scout's eyes opened, the Spy's hand open in front of him. "Huh - fucking make me do all the work."The Spy snorted, bobbing his head meaningfully. "F-fuck you, cockfag," the Scout replied, reluctantly leaning backwards to reach for the lubricant in the bedside table. He moved to put the somewhat used tube in the Spy's open hand; the Spy would have smirked if he hadn't had his mouth full. Closing his eyes instead, he slid his mouth down the Scout's cock again, humming slightly, pleased at the strangled noise the Scout made in response.The cold gel slid down his fingers slightly on its own, but then warmth wrapped around them, the Scout spreading the lube better. "There, lazy fucker -" and the Spy hummed appreciatively, making the boy gasp, and then again as he slipped his slick fingers back to his cleft, around the pucker there, slipping the tip of one finger inside.Then the Scout made a strangled noise and rocked his hips, pushing against his fingers, sliding down on them, and the Spy's cock throbbed in recognition. He groaned, and the Scout groaned as well, rocking back further. "M-more," he hissed, and the Spy had to open his eyes, see the expression on the Scout's face as he worked his fingers, scissoring them, stretching him open.With the Scout straddling him and rocking back on his fingers, the Spy couldn't do much with the cock in his mouth, but the Scout didn't seem to mind, crying out with every movement of his fingers, groaning when he swirled his tongue. His own cock was heavy and full, neglected as it was, and it was hard to concentrate with the gasps and moans above him."Nnn, yeah, harde - oh, there, there," the Scout panted, rocking back hard enough that his cock slipped, painting a stripe across the Spy's face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, God -""Not God, 'tit," the Spy murmured hoarsely. "But if you like -""Fucking - cockfag, you'd like that, wouldn't you -" the Scout said between breaths, broken by a moan as the Spy twisted his fingers."But of course, chouxcrout."He twisted his fingers once more for good measure, then slid them out slowly, and gave the Scout a little push. "Take ze trousers off, 'tit.""Fucking -" the Scout started to grumble, but he slid back awkwardly to obey. The Spy reached for the lube; with the Scout gone from his lap, he could slick up his cock.
He looked up to see the Scout watching him, watching his hand wrapped around his cock, and jacked it a few more times, giving the boy a bit of a show. "Oui, mon coeur?""Fucking - oui," the Scout croaked."Come here, mon petit lapin," the Spy murmured. "Venez, reposez sur mon bite.""Fucking - frog, don't understand you at all -" but the Scout crawled over him, catching his mouth in a hungry kiss.The Spy pushed himself up, hands sliding down the Scout's flanks to grasp his hips, their cocks sliding together. "Let me show you," he murmured against the Scout's mouth, rocking the other man against him.The Scout groaned, grinding down against the Spy. "Stop fucking *teasing*," he whined, biting the Spy's lip. "Thought - thought you were gonna fuck me - fucker -""*Patience*, Scout.""Fuck you, fucking *come ON* -"The Spy pushed the Scout onto his knees, angled him just so with a gentle, "levez, cher-" pressing kisses to the boy's face, neck, shoulders. "Je veux te enculer maintenant, Scout - j'v'x'être dedans toi, senser ton chaleur autour de moi -"A strangled noise from the Scout's mouth, and then, "fucking *killing* me!" He took it into his own hands, both literally and figuratively, wrapping his fingers around the Spy's cock and guiding it by touch to his hole. The Spy moaned, then, loudly, and the Scout smirked briefly."Didn't fucking think of that, did you," he said, and then the smirk disappeared as the Spy's grip on his ass tightened, and he was pushed down, the Spy's cock slipping inside him, filling him up. "Fu-uck!""Scout - ""Yeah," the Scout replied, voice husky. His face was tight, like he was concentrating, as he pushed back against the Spy's hands, moving slowly. Up, then down again, shaking slightly; and then again, as though he were finding a rhythm. "Yeah - fuck -""Yesss."A quick smile flashed across the Scout's face. "Fucking *lazy*-" he started, and an answering grin flitted on the Spy's lips as he pulled the Scout down hard, making the boy moan loud and low."Like zat, petit?" the Spy murmured, moving the Scout up and down, the Scout gasping with every slick slide down his cock."Fuck - fuck you.""Oui, Scout - ah, mon coeur!"The Scout rocked back, with the Spy pulling him forward, every stroke hitting him just right, his back arching. "Fuck - fuck, yes, God -""Je veux entendre ce bruit que tu fais, petit, ce 'tit hurlement avec chaque haleine -" the Spy breathed, thrusting up into the slick slide of the Scout's moving body. "J'veux vouloir si tu t'effondres - j'veux entendre si tu crier -"Every breath the Scout took began to sound like a wail, between the sensation of the Spy sliding inside him and his voice filling his ears, that fucking French getting him every time. "F-f-fuck, I- I'm, fuck-""'tit - chaque bruit, chaque hurlement, c'est si bandant, je l'adore -"With a loud cry the Scout was coming, the Spy's hand coming to wrap around him at the last moment, not even moving before his cock was jerking, come spilling over his fingers, the Scout shuddering helplessly. "Spy - Spy -""Merde-" the other man moaned. "Oui - Scout, je t'aime -" he murmured, hips stuttering, fingers digging into the Scout's hips as his pace increased; close, so close, mouth still moving, muttering words that neither of them heard. "Pardon - je t'aime -"His mouth was still working as he shuddered and came, but no words escaped, only a stifled cry.The Scout slowly tipped forward, arms giving out under him, and the Spy's grip lessened on his ass, but they lay together like that for a few moments, breathing hard.Finally the Scout spoke, nothing moving but his lips. "So fucking stupid -""Oui."More silence, then, "Pardon, Scout.""Yeah, well - fucking don't do it again.""Ouais," softly, as if they didn't both know that if it were required, both of them would go into such situations again.
HAVE ANOTHER ONEThe Scout's sneaking into the red base when his comm flares up."Scout - ""Scout here - ""... would you like to know what I am thinking, chouxcroute?" the Spy purrs over the link, sounding very amused with himself."Fucking - better be getting me intel on the Red base, you bastard.""Oui, oui, ze way - she is clear, non? No, mon lapin -""I ain't your fuckin bunny, cockfag -""I am thinking," the Spy continues, as though uninterrupted, "of the noise you make before you come, Scout - très séduisant -""Fuck - don't pull this shit on me in battle, cockfag -""I am thinking how lovely it would be, to tie you down - make you make that noise for me again and again, mon cher -""Fuck you, you bastard - ""Per'aps - ze Red Engineer, she 'as zese délicieux leetle toys, choucroute -""Fuck - fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you!""Zat is not how it goes, Scout - per'aps aftar ze battle - is zat what you want, mon 'tit?""Seriously - " his voice is almost cracking - "fuck you, cockfag.""Hold you down and - hmm, per'aps I will suck your cock - would you like that, chouxcroute? And zen - "And the Scout runs into a wall, because he isn't paying attention at all.Then there's soft chuckling over the comm: "Careful, hein - I would not like it if you were damaged, Scout -""Oh, fuck you - where are you fucking hiding, you bastard?"The Spy slips out of the shadows and the Scout jumps, even though he'd KNOWN the Spy was THERE. "Oh, very fucking funny, cockfag -"The Spy stubs out his cigarette and slides into the Scout's space and kisses him, pressing him into the wall there -"Or we could do zis here, mon 'tit," the Spy murmurs. "Hard and fast, hein?""Fuck - fuck, Spy, we're in the middle of - there's gotta be fuckin' cameras, and we'll get fuckin' slaughtered - fucking." The Spy is just grinning, that same maniacal grin that he gets when he stabs someone, and the Scout scowls at him. "'s not fucking funny, fuckface -""Zis room 'as not got a camera, mon lapin, and zere are zose - machines of ze Engineer's all around us, hein? safe as 'ouses, as zey say -" Meanwhile the Spy's hand is sliding into the Scout's trousers. "Fast, zo, no?""Fuck, whatever you fucking want -"The teeth come out again, the Spy's hand beginning to move on the Scout's erection. "Good boy.""Oh - you fucker -" the Scout moans, and the other gloved hand slips up to his mouth, inserts fingers between his lips."Shh, Scout -" The Scout bites down and tastes leather in his mouth, hears the Spy hiss, his cock sliding in and out of the leather-clad fist in his trousers - "When we are fineeshed here, in your bed, hein? But for now - ah, mon cher - nous n'avons pas du temps -"The Scout groans around the fingers in his mouth, bucking into the Spy's hand; the Spy bites his ear - "Faster, mon ami - now, yes?" and the Scout's back arches, cry muffled by leather and flesh and bone.Then the fingers are removed, the Scout's flipped around and pushed against the wall. The Spy's fingers are wet with his own come, sliding around his hole. One finger - two fingers, scissoring inside him; his cock twitches against the cold concrete wall. "Fuck -" he mutters weakly; the Spy responds something low in French.Fast, yeah, he fucking gets it, but he hisses when the Spy pushes into him."Scout - ""I'm fine, fuck - you're such a fag, fucking do it already -"The Scout puts a hand up to brace himself, and the Spy covers it with his own hand, black leather overlapping his own Irish-pale skin. The Spy murmurs in broken French and English, all "oui, Scout - good, good, like zat -"He can't get it up again, but he's thinking he'd really LIKE to when the Spy stills, and sighs softly on the back of his neck.They're both silent for a moment, then - "fucking get offa me already, Spy -""Yes, yes -"He's mumbling something about needing to clean up as he adjusts his clothes; the Spy grins again as he buttons up his trousers. "Zen you'd bettair hurry, non? Zis way -" He swears that door wasn't there last time they fought here, but they do construction sometimes to throw them off.When he grabs the briefcase, he can see that the other exits have those fucking guns of the Engineer's in front of them, alright - red ones. The Scout shakes his head and turns on his comm. "I've got the fucking bag."
ANOTHER?The Scout doesn't usually jump the Spy; let the cockfag jump him if he wants it so bad, right? But there was a battle, and he watched the Spy throw a knife at a guy that was sneaking up on him, and DAMN.He was hard the rest of the fucking match, and that was pretty fuckin' awkward.After the match the Pyro was all, "THAT WAS PRETTY FUCKING SWEET, I BLEW UP THEIR DEMO - RAIN OF BLOOD, FUCK YEAH -" and he just muttered, "uh, yeah, I have to go take a shower - "He basically pushes the Spy into the stall and falls on his knees. "Scout, are you -" and then the Scout's hands are tearing at his fly. And it's not like he's going to try to commit suicide by impaling himself on a cock, that'd just be silly; wrapping one's face around someone's penis either means you're alright or you're not and you don't want to talk about it, and while "I hope you choke to death on a cock" may be an appropriate thing to shout at Backup when you're pissed off it is not a viable suicide method in real life.Soon the sounds of everyone getting out of the lockers have died down, except it sounds like someone's in the showers (maybe gotten blasted by rain-of-Red-Demo), but that's enough muffling sound; the Scout wipes his mouth and stands, growling, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."He pushes the Spy out of the way and his trousers down, bends to brace himself on the wall and spreads his legs; and when the Spy slips a finger inside of him he just about comes on the spot, tries to think of other things, bites his lip and squeezes the base of his dick so he doesn't ruin it. He can't listen to the Spy whispering to him as he fucks himself back on one finger, then two, because he'll embarrass himself; he unclenches his teeth from his lip - he thinks it might be bleeding but he doesn't really care - and groans "Fucking fuck me already - fuck -" and it's a little too loud, but he doesn't care.He can hear the water in the other stall turn off but it doesn't really register because the Spy's sliding into him, slick and hot and hard, and he can't help moaning - thank God the other person doesn't say anything - and the Scout has to take his hand off his dick when the Spy starts thrusting, bracing himself on both elbows and burying his face in his arms.The door opens and closes; the Spy mutters something in French, and the Scout cries out and comes, squeezing his eyes closed so tight he sees stars.The Spy murmurs, "Scout -" and his thrusts speed up, becoming ragged, and he comes quickly after that.They're both quiet for awhile, trying to recover their breaths; and then the Scout says hoarsely, "Yeah -"The Spy pulls out and cleans himself up, tucks himself back in; the Scout straightens up awkwardly, then bends down to pull his trousers back up as the Spy lights up a cigarette."Was eet good for you, cher?" he murmurs, exhaling and then grinning.The Scout flips him off.
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAINThe Scout was *not* blinking back tears - he *wasn't*, shut *up* - as he glared up at the Spy, down on his knees with his hands tied behind him with his own fucking belt, absolutely humiliated and goddammit being betrayed by his own cock which had *no* business being hard right now -Then the Spy was murmuring "Would you like that, petit?" and the Scout was nodding, because his jaw hurt and his arms hurt and if it meant that this would be over with then yes, yes he wanted the Spy to come on his face.It must've been the right thing to do, because the Spy muttered something in French or maybe Spanish, still with that *smirk* on his face, before closing his eyes and starting to fuck the Scout's face for serious; the Scout choked back a noise that would probably have been a moan, because goddammit, this wasn't hot, it *wasn't*, what was wrong with him?Then the Spy was pulling back, cock sliding wetly through that leather glove, and the Scout had to tell himself to stop staring like some kind of cockfag, shutting his eyes because he'd heard it hurt like hell to get come in your eyes, for serious. Then there was slick wet warmth painting his face, and he was thinking - baseball, pizza, snowy days - because if he came in his pants it would just make this whole thing that much worse.Then there were hands at his fly, and the Scout opened his eyes and his mouth - "No - " but they didn't stop."It is only fair, non?"Fuck, no - but then the Spy was going down on him, and he wanted - oh God, how he wanted - to watch his cock sliding in and out of the Spy's mouth, but it was so damn hard to keep his eyes open with the Spy fucking *deep-throating* him and he was *so close* -He came, his back arching, mouth open in a silent shout.Then the Spy was practically picking him up to get his pants back on, tucking him back inside, doing up the buttons - the Scout wasn't much help; he was still shaking, and his hands were still tied - oh, there we go, the Spy untying the belt from around his wrists, massaging them... maybe a little too roughly, they were awfully tender, but maybe it's hard to judge that sort of thing through a layer of leather.The Scout hissed a little as he moved his arms into a more comfortable position, and the Spy looked at him, something strange in his eyes. "Alright?""'m fine," muttered the Scout, looking away; and he watched from the corner of his eyes as the Spy left him without another word.The Scout unfolded his legs, flopped over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.
NEW STORY TIEMS"Are you asleep, Scout?""Yup." The Scout doesn't even look up from his book.The Spy takes off his shoes and climbs into the bed, under the covers, curling in and pulling down the Scout's pants and briefs, going directly for his dick and starting to lick at it as it twitches with interest."Hey, what are you -" lifting the book out of the way, or he'll lose his page. "Hey, don't, I'm reading -" The Scout pulls him away from his cock, pulling him up, concerned. "Hey - hey, come here - are you *crying*?""<i>Non-</i>""Don't lie to me, you cockfag -""<i>*Non*-</i>" and he's really not crying, but his eyes are glittering and red."Hey - hey - what's wrong, don't cry - what happened.""Nossing.""Hey -" and Scout slips his hands up under the back of the mask, pulls it forward and off - rubs his thumbs across Spy's cheeks. "Hey - it's okay, Spy -""It is -" and the Spy swallows hard, not looking at the Scout. "<i>Maman - </i>" with a little bit of a voice crack, and then the Scout gets it."Oh shit - Spy, I'm sorry -""Scout - <i>ma Maman -</i>" and then he <i>is</i> crying, tears starting slowly, sliding down his cheeks silently."Shh, shh - " Scout murmurs, kissing the Spy's forehead and pulling him close. "It's okay, shh -" He holds the Spy as his body shakes, tears soaking into his thin undershirt. "Shh. hey, hey -" as he rubs the Spy's back gently. He kisses the top of Spy's head; pulls back to kiss Spy's forehead, his wet cheeks -Scout looks at the Spy for a long moment, then kisses his lips, just softly - trying to be reassuring and not quite sure how to go about it. The Spy's hands clutch at Scout's upper arms, and then the Scout's on his back, the Spy pushing him into the bed, ravishing his mouth; and God, yeah, that's more like it, that's more his Spy - not that he'd ever admit it.He pushes the Spy's jacket back, down his arms - the Spy shrugs it off and sits up just long enough to enough to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants; and then he bends to kiss the Scout's neck, licking and nipping down to the collar of his shirt.Scout pauses in his efforts to wriggle them both out of their pants - it isn't really working anyway - to push Spy away again so he can pull off his shirt, while the Spy works at the buttons of his cuffs."Fuck, you got too many fucking buttons -" the Scout says, reaching up to help, and then the Spy growls and pulls, popping three off the buttons off the shirt entirely before tossing it to the ground and getting back to work at the boy's collarbone. He's going to have *marks* and he can't bring himself to fucking care, hands clutching at the other man's hips more than helping with his trousers as he moans. "God, yeah -"Their cocks slide together but there's too much fabric in the way for it to be really good, it's all about Spy's lips and teeth on his chest, the bare skin under his hands as he slides them into the Spy's shorts. Still, he pulls Spy's hips against his, rubbing into the wet spot forming in his own briefs. They grind together like they're fucking kids, making out on someone's parents' couch or something, Scout gasping as the Spy scrapes his teeth across his nipple. "Fuck - fuck -"The Spy moves away from his chest, looks down at the Scout. "Kiss me, 'tit," he murmurs, and Scout's only too happy to comply, mouth opening for the Spy easily. It's good - it's so good, but it's not enough - he wants more, needs more, his cock straining against the slick cotton of his briefs - too many layers of clothes still between them, and he wants more of the other man's skin against his -He gets back to the Spy's trousers, sliding his hands down the front; the Spy's thick erection pushes eagerly towards his hands as he passes over the man's silk boxers. He cups it with his hand, rubbing the material against the hot skin underneath, and the Spy gasps into his mouth. "<i>Merde-</i>"Scout strokes again through the thin fabric, and then Spy moves a hand to grind against the boy's equally straining erection, pressing against his flannel pants."Fuck," Scout groans into the Spy's mouth, and he moves his hands to push down Spy's pants, pulling and pushing at the Spy's silk boxers. "Off, off - fuck -" he mumbles as he wriggles helpfully for Spy's hands, his cock practically leaping out of his briefs.They tangle their hands together reaching for each other's erections, and then again on purpose, to stroke them together, precum slick on their palms; the Scout bites the Spy's lip as he arches up into their grip, and Spy chuckles a little brokenly. "<i>Ansi douces, tes bruits, mon amour -</i>"Spy's hands are soft without the gloves; his fingers long and nimble, with no calluses to speak of - so different from Scout's battle-roughened grip, and good. He knows what the Scout likes, too - knows exactly how to make the boy come, or to make him linger so close for hours.He's not using any of that knowledge right now; they're almost clumsy, just rutting against each other, pulling desperately with very little synchronization. The Spy is making almost as much noise as he is, and that alone is almost enough to bring Scout to the edge."F-fuck, yeah, like that -""<i>Merde - Scout -</i>"He doesn't want to come first, but with the Spy fucking humping him, sayin' his name like that - he really was making it difficult."Scout<i>- t'es si dur pour moi - J'veux te baiser jusqu'à tu cries</i> -" Spy murmurs, voice shaking, breathing heavy, and Scout moans loud and long. He can't - he can't *last* like this - can't last much longer -He thrusts up into their joined hands, panting, "fuck - Spy - c'mon -""<i>'tit - j'taime, 'tit -</i>" the Spy trembles, muttering incomprehensibly, and his hips are stuttering, but so are the Scout's, so close, almost, almost --He doesn't know which one of them came first, sticky mess between them smearing with their lazy after-thrusts. The Spy rolls off of him but stays in the Scout's bed; they stare at the ceiling in awkward silence, and then the Spy sighs."Fuckin just - c'mere already," the Scout grumbles, and pulls the Spy back close.
Scout opened his eyes to a field of black broken by a single bright-red dot.His room didn't have a window for the enemy Sniper to be sighting through, and he knew the way his life worked well enough to guess - even in his barely-awake state - at what the dot was."Are you watchin' me sleep, you creepy bastard? What the fuck is wrong with you?"Spy just smiled. "Ouais."He slowly ground his cigarette out in the ashtray Scout had started keeping on his desk, then leaned forward to kiss the boy.Scout pulled away briefly. "Come on, what the fuck?""Nossing, petit." Spy kissed him again, relentlessly coaxing, until Scout stopped fussing about it and started fussing with Spy's clothes."Why're you fuckin' dressed, you retard? 'S fuckin' two in the morning, why aren't you fuckin' - Christ why you gotta have so many /layers/ - sleeping, not that I fucking care - nnngh!"Spy kissed him again, whispered: "Ssshh, petit, ze ossers are sleeping, non?""'S not like I fuckin' asked you to come wake me up at fucking two in the morning, cockfag - " He bucked into Spy's hand, fumbling with the knot of the other man's necktie for a moment before giving up and just tugging the shirt out from under it. "Why the fuck aren't you /naked/ yet, this isn't fair y'know - ""Oui." A toothy grin, and Spy pulled back to kick his pants off; Scout tugged him back down by the tie, now the only thing he had left. Even with the nonstop complaining and the heavy petting Scout was still half-asleep, still relaxed, and it didn't take long to prepare him before Spy slid in and they began moving together, rocking back and forth.Scout was surprisingly quiet after that, gasps and groans more than his usual loud profanity; after they were done, as Spy cleaned them up, he repeated his question from earlier in a sleepy mumble: "So whathefuck WAS that about?""Nossing," Spy repeated, with a soft kiss; Scout didn't fight him at all, even when Spy climbed in to lie next to him for a while.Spy was gone the next morning, of course, and over breakfast the news came out that the other team had lost their Spy the day before, and their Scout too; a case of wrong place, wrong time. Scout never connected the two events.
I love this. The way you flesh out their relationship over these encounters (which are very hot by the way!) and show the quirks of their characters is awesome!
Wow. That was really hot.
I love these, especially >>6I hope there's more
:BAwh the last one was super sad/cuteT_T Also poor Spy's Momma~ T_______T WRYBut then later there was humpin' so I'm not an hero anymore. :3As well,MOAR.
since this has been bumped i'll just echo that i love these. the personality dynamic is rad as hell
I like to think that Spy's only faking about his Maman to get some.
mm spy.i actually don't like spy much :T i think he's overrated and there's nothing good to him besides that he's a frenchman as am i >> but damn this was hot.make me love spy, damn you!
Superduper enjoyable.I didn't think I could picture them having a relationship like this, but it really works...cuteeee