Grace Slick.
Doh ho ho ho.

Also, fucking hell, I loved this. <3

I love it so far. :D

>>2
That is a direct shout-out to you.

Yay for the creepy masturbatory habits of the criminal loner! The Sniper's really hard up for it, isn't he?

Ooooh, fuck you, cliff hanger! I DEMAND MOAR!!

>>4

Aw, shucks.

Haha, I feel kinda bad for Sniper, people always seem to have such a creepy view of him. Lol, so I vote for him gettin' laid tonight. I'm willing to sacrifice a Scout for the cause. ;)

please tell me there's more, this is peaking my interests

Nice point of view there. Pretty realistic, as far as logical thinking can be while wanking...

I like this, and the cliffhanger hurts me; just a little, though.

Told ya they'd be begging you for more mate! I love the dimension you added to Snipers creepiness. He just wants some company, poor lonely guy...

Lovin this so far~!

Go on....

Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll write more, since yous guys asked so nicely.

>>14
This is the best news

Thank you so much Zuul! This makes me very happy!! ...(in my pants)

I love this.

>>14
I love this even more.

also is it okay if I do some art based on this?

>>17
Fuck, really? YES. That'd be awesome.

I'm working on something, I'll probably finish it tonight and ship it off to le Beta.

>>18
http://www.tf2chan.net/afanart/#3229
here you go

The Devil's Tools: PART DEUX, THE DEVIL GETS TOOLIER. You'll notice the end of the first one and the beginning of the first don't match up. Shut up. There's a 3rd part to this, but it's not finished just yet. That and I want to make sure people want to actually read it. Shut up, Zuul, post this already. DURR OKAY.

Special thanks to DuskZephyr for reading through this and making sense of my rambling; Impish and saeryph for doing art and making me feel awesome.


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Scout's voice causes Sniper to rise from his cot. Act casual. Standing around in the middle of the room is not casual! He takes a seat on his little wooden stool. Shit, is he feeling nervous? Nervous! He begins to toy with his belt buckle.

Sniper hears the sounds of shoes hitting the ladder rungs. Scout then appears in the hatch and pulls himself up. The summer heat has caused his face to redden and the delay in dinner has done nothing good for his mood. "Hell-LOW, doofus, there's food down there!"

Sniper leans back against the wall and slowly begins to unzip his pants. He watches Scout's face as he asks, "How old are you, anyway?"

Scout shifts his weight. He raises one eyebrow and uses one finger to knock his headset mic up to rest on the brim of his hat. He sniffs and scratches his nose. This sort of general fidgeting is normal from Scout. Everything he says seems to be blurted out. "Twenty-one-wait-what-are-you-doin'?"


That's a good question. Sniper looks down and realizes what he was doing. Scout's here. In front of him. Lacking confidence, Sniper mumbles, "Just getting comfortable." Luckily Scout believes him, but the boy is still ready to run off. "Yeah, whatever, don't get too comfortable. Dinner's ready and if you're not down there in ten minutes, I get your plate." He shifts his weight to the other foot now and quickly clasps his hand around his elbow. He looks around. "Gee-hee-sus man, if not for respawn n'shit, you could be dead up 'ere and no one would notice." Scout snorts with laughter. Sniper drops his hand from his waist, crestfallen. Scout then realizes what he said and he crinkles his nose. "Race ya back."

Sniper's alert now, his shoulders shooting up. "Wait." But Scout was already gone, leaving Sniper to stew. He decides not to go down to dinner. He contemplates on what to do instead. He gets into an existential mope until his mind wanders to the BLU Scout. Then wanders to the BLU Sniper and what he might be doing. Finally Snipers body wanders, so he ends up back on the cot.

A few hours later, Sniper realized he fell asleep.

He realized he fell asleep because he was waking up.

He was waking up because someone poking him in the shoulder.

It's Scout holding a dinner plate covered in a napkin in one hand, poking him with the other. Also worth mentioning: the plain and simple fact of Scout being in his underwear and reeking of alcohol. It's not entirely out of the ordinary-- it might even become a pattern. Scout will have his beer with dinner, but there are times after a spectacular victory that Demo might encourage him a bit too much. This happened last week, Sniper recalls. Demo and Scout began a card game that apparently required more alcohol. By the end of it, there were two men stripped down (Demo in Y-fronts, Scout in a singlet and boxers) and arguing with Engineer-- Engie being the only one who tries to get them to calm down. Scout had demanded that Engie find a Twister mat for them. Demo had been blocking the fan's airflow. It ended when Demo passed out and Heavy carried Scout off to his room.

Tonight is different. Sniper pulls his aviators off his face. The pads of the glasses had dug into his nose and his eyes are having trouble seeing in the dark. He's able to make out the Scout in some form of undress, smell the alcohol, and hear him breathing loudly through his mouth.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. Look, I molded your mashed potatoes into, like, the shape of a stop sign. And octogong or octopus a... a dugong. Fucking manatee or some shit. Yeah." Scout pulls the napkin off and pushes the plate at Sniper. Sniper tries to sit up and take the plate away but he knocks the included fork onto the floor in the process. Scout retrieves it, letting it land back onto Sniper's plate with a clink. A dark hair and a piece of fuzz adorn the potatoes now, so Sniper sets it all aside.

"Were you drinking with Demo or did you fall into a big puddle of it?" Sniper holds his hands out, speculating the size of this fictitious puddle. Scout drops himself to sit on the cot, it squeaks and Sniper leans forward with the distribution of weight.

"I was drinkin' with him. I wouldn't fall into a puddle. Fall. I don't-- I don't fall. Sheesh, you're stupid." Scout blows a raspberry and some of his spittle makes it over to the other man's arm. "I didn't eat your dinner because--" Scout absently rubs his eye, "Fuck, I dunno, it was cold by then and you looked so sad up here by yourself. I thought, hell, I'm a fun guy, I'm freaking awesome, I should come up here and visit you."

Sniper reaches over and puts a hand on Scout's shoulder. "Thanks, mate."

Scout leans towards Sniper's hand. Maybe it wasn't meant to be a whisper, but his voice is husky and low. "Do you get lonely?" Sniper opens his mouth to answer and is cut off by Scout raising his voice, "I don't, man! Everyone here likes me!"

Scout continues to talk about how great he is, slurring his words and drooling on himself. Sniper doesn't really listen to Scout, he watches him. Scout looks sleepy and yet he's still talking a million miles a minute. There are purple semicircles underlining his eyes and his cheeks are flush. His accent makes Sniper cringe. Scout's monologue then goes into a story about when he lived back home. Sniper listens and thinks about what a strange creature Scout is to him. Scout doesn't remind Sniper of anyone. He's completely new and unpredictable. He's young and angry and-- the story just got interesting.

"Man, I wanted to knock her box out. I didn't think she'd let me. We were kissin' and I was touchin' her. I started yankin' on 'er clothes..." Scout leans back on the bed against the wall, Sniper's hand falls from his shoulder onto the mattress. Scout stretches his legs out. "A-and she fucking let me. I was kind of humpin' her and she grabs my cock and then I'm inside her, man..." Scout trails off and slips the fingers of both hands under his waistband. It gets Sniper's attention and he notices through the thin fabric that Scout has a hard on. Sniper gets his hopes up until Scout speaks again. "It's fuckin' cold up here." In fact, Scout's hands don't move past the waistband. "Why don't you sleep in the barracks like a normal fucking person?"

Sniper then does something he thinks is pretty smooth. He thinks Spy himself would be impressed with this little move, "So you're not a virgin."

"No, I'm not a fuckin', a fucking ... virgin. I've had lots of girls! I've all kinds of crazy shit, man. There was one time me and my buddy Ronny had a girl at the same time." Then Scout lazily stretches his arms, his hands traveling further into this shorts. Scout wraps his hand around his cock, maybe to move it into a more comfortable position. But he's sleepy and drunk and talking about fucking. Scout begins to stroke himself slowly and sloppily.

Sniper nearly stops breathing. Scout is suddenly like a rare bird he doesn't want to scare off. He watches him for a few moments before reaching over and wrapping his hand around Scout's. Scout wiggles his hand out from under Sniper's, relinquishing control. Scout closes his eyes and there's a -thump- as his head hits the wall. He doesn't appear to be asleep and either way, Sniper continues. There's nothing special about this, it's quick and dirty and over very suddenly. Scout comes with a little yelp and the thump of his head against the wall again.

There's a 3rd part to thisi am happy soul
I kneel before Zuul!

:O go on....

I got a nice mental image of Sniper jerking off Scout now, thanks. Can't wait for part 3!

YOU COCKTEASE


Really love the direction you took this in.

Oh man.

I love this.

Sniper, you creepy bastard.

Reading this brought up a delightfully strange memory. I've had this exact same experience; no lie.
Please continue.

The last part is officially in my beta's inbox. I'll post it when she reads through it. :D

>>26 OMG. You gotta tell me, which end of this were you on?

a dugong
ololololol.

DuskZephyr is a terribly wonderful beta. MAGIC.

(fun side note, I was fixing to post this and my little brother called. AWKWARD).

AND THUS CONCLUDES OUR JOURNEY.

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Sniper chuckles and wipes his hand on the bed sheet. There's a long, awkward silence. Scout finally breaks it, his eyes open a slit and his voice is scratchy. "Oh-ho shiiiit."

Sniper realizes he doesn't have a plan. That bothers him. He decides to act anyway and act now. He sits up on his haunches and grabs the other man by what little clothes he's wearing. Scout's heavier than normal right now, limp like noodles or wet rags. Sniper's mind is getting clouded a bit with lust and guilt and something else entirely. He remembers a time during battle when he had to pick Scout up into a fireman's carry. Sniper watched the kid walk too close (but not close enough) to some sticky bombs. Long story short: an injured Scout flops around like a squirrel that's been hit by a car. Sniper pulled Scout up and carried him over his shoulder long enough to find a Medic. The Floppy Squirrel Boy had then been dumped unceremoniously in front of the doctor. Sniper feels a little sick remembering that now as he twists Scout around and onto his stomach.

Scout seems entirely unconcerned by this act. He doesn't fight Sniper, not even as Sniper pulls back on his hips. Not when he shimmies Scout's boxers down (oh god they're white with red polka dots). He does begin to squirm when the older man starts pawing at his ass. Scout eventually does speak up when he looks back to see Sniper slobbering on his hand. "Now wait a tick, pal..." The verbal warning seems to be the only resistance. Scout's only able to make little sounds as Sniper presses and pushes and twists his finger inside him.

Scout gasps and murmurs something that sounds like, "Lemme sleep." Sniper continues despite this. He goes about working another finger into into Scout. "Shh, I'll let you sleep in a little bit." Sniper has patience. He wants this. Sniper knows how to wait, how to take his time. He works his finger into Scout, adding another when it gets easier. His mouth starts to get dry, that's probably good enough. He can now yank his own pants down around his thighs and release his cock. Despite the patience, he's painfully hard. He rubs it on Scout's ass and is met with a strange sound. A giggle-snort, "Fuck, that fucking tickles, man. J-just do it already." It's disconcerting and a relief at the same time. It throws Sniper off because he nearly forgot someone else was in the room with him, that this isn't a dream and that this is really happening. A relief because this means he doesn't have to feel guilty any longer. It's not explicit consent but it's not a no. It's definitely not a 'no.' Scout would be able to convey that message, even in this state. He's seen this kid do things with a bat that would make his mother weep. Scout's got strong legs and toned upper arms. Sniper knows from experience that the BLU Scout is vicious. RED is probably just as bad.

Sniper thinks about a particularly brutal attack from the BLU Scout awhile back. The Aussie shouldn't have even been down out of his nest but he was headed back to the resupply-- BLU Scout was on his way to the basement and the kid beat the shit out of him.

It's that thought that brings Sniper to this one: Maybe a little bit of a struggle would make this more interesting. Sniper jerks his hips forward in a act of pent-up aggression. With one hand, he guides himself into Scout; the other hand smacks Scout hard on the thigh. "Wake up." Sniper doesn't have to tell the other man twice, there is some fight left in him yet. Scout starts moving-- up on his elbows and fucking himself back onto Sniper's cock but also possibly trying to twist away.

"'old still, you twitchy little--" He grips the man below him by the hip, hard enough to bruise. And he thrusts hard enough to knock Scout forward and make him cry out, "--OW. Hey! I bith my tongth!" And yet, Sniper doesn't care enough to stop. He continues to fuck Scout, hips moving a little haphazardly because what the fuck, the Scout is laughing and wriggling and his tongue is bleeding onto the sheet covering his cot. This isn't working out the way he wants it to. He should stop this. He should-- who is he kidding? He couldn't stop this if he tried. It feels amazing and makes him wonder why he didn't do this sooner. He stops thinking and everything has a different shine on it. Sniper stops fucking thinking and all these uncomfortable little blemishes on the situation become something else. There's a thin creature writhing under him, making strange little sounds, and... spitting blood.

Sniper gets some sort of rhythm together, squeezes his eyes shut and grabs Scout by the back of the neck. A growl escapes his throat and he's not even sure Scout understands him, "Shut. Up. Just. Shut. Up. For a second." Each of Sniper's words are punctuated by a sharp thrust. Held by the scruff like a bad cat, Scout obeys. He becomes quiet but he rocks back in time with Sniper's hips. It makes Sniper pant and mumble incoherently. It's been so long and he's disgustingly grateful for Scout's appearance tonight. Scout of all people. Sniper finds him annoying and loud and-- fuck, this feels good. Sniper doesn't know if he wants to kiss the kid or punch him.

As if he could hear that thought, Scout glances back at Sniper. It's dark but Sniper doesn't miss it and it's nearly what pushes him over the edge. Oh no, it can't be over yet. He stops his frantic movements to lean forward and push Scout down flat. Something is itching in his brain. He has to ask. Sniper gets his mouth as close to Scout's ear as their bodies will allow, "You came up here for this, didn't you?"

Scout nods and grins sleepily.

And that's enough for Sniper.

Sniper comes, digging his fingernails into his teammate's skin and gasping for air. Despite his sudden fondness for the boy, Sniper doesn't waste time pulling out and pushing him away. Scout lets out a guffaw and Sniper can see the blood on the boy's teeth, even in the dark. He's nearly hysterical, finally letting Sniper in on the joke. "Demo was right about you."

As much as this seems like something one would question, Sniper ignores it. He doesn't ask for Scout to elaborate on that statement. But something about it rattles him. He grabs Scout by the flimsy fabric at his shoulder, hauling him up off the mattress. "Out."

Scout clumsily pulls his shorts up. "What?" Sniper sits back on the bed and leans against the wall. He becomes silent and his eyes are closed. Perfectly still. Maybe if he ignores it, it'll go away? Scout apparently takes the hint and slowly begins his descent down the ladder. But not before kicking over Sniper's chair and snorting out another laugh.

Sniper preps himself for a sulk. He adjusts his clothes, lights a cigarette, and picks the lint out of his cold mashed potatoes. Thoughts roll through his head. Maybe he will figure out a way to get BLU Scout over here. The biggest problem would be getting him into the RED base without anyone asking questions. The second biggest problem would be carrying the kid up the ladder...

He's yanked from his daydream by Scout calling up to him, "SAME TIME? Next week?" Sniper pinches the bridge of his nose at the thought. Scout's asking for more? He wants to be fucked - by him, Sniper - on a regular basis? He's a little punk and Sniper feels that he should be the one to teach him a lesson. A small smile curls onto his face, he tries to bite his lip to stop it. He could easily do that. He could teach Scout a lesson next week, when he comes back for more.

UNF.

I like me some a' dis.

I'm sad it's over (and thus no 'next week lesson') but this was awesome and a great read. Bravo Zuul

great job
...I'll be in my bunk

This is fantastic! I love this mindset you've given Sniper - it comes off as very believable and in character. -insert applause-

Holy shit, you don't even know how much I love this little fic. I wish I can highlight my favorite parts, but then I'll just simply copy + paste the whole fucking fic, so what's the point?

Awesome characterization. I look forward to reading more of your work!

Seconding the love of characterization here. And really, really hoping to see the lesson that Sniper teaches Scout.

What was Demo right about?

No next week session? Sadface. D':

>>36
Demo said something along the lines of "That boy... he fucks butts."

So Scout had to investigate, apparently.

>>37
HAHAHA, oh man. I can just imagine it in Demo's voice
wonderful

I'm a liar. Sorry. This part isn't beta'd because it's just a little snippet. The next part will be more polished.
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Over a short course of time, Scout learned things about Sniper no one else did. He learned these things through the strange occurrence where your say some crazy shit during sex. Sniper let it slip that he wanted to to fuck the BLU Scout. RED Scout badgered Sniper, went down on him, and generally was Scout in order to get more of this story. In fact, he got the whole story. Sniper apparently felt he had to make up for all the time he didn't do talking by spilling his guts to this kid. In his defense, Scout was very persuasive.

It seemed the story was left at that. A dirty little fantasy in Sniper's dirty little room.

Outside of of his roost, Sniper and Scout don't speak anymore than normal. They have no reason to. Business as usual. Despite this, Sniper does notice that Scout isn't at dinner tonight. It's a little strange but he's easily distracted by food and it's forgotten. After dinner, Sniper hangs out near the television because Pyro's watching Bewitched.

Sniper returns to his nest drowsy, full of starches, and attempting to wiggle his nose. He's at the bottom of the ladder when he hears RED Scout's voice and wonders what the fuck is going on up there. He takes the rungs two at a time to make it up into the room. He finds Scout on his bed and BLU Scout in the corner. Bound and gagged.

Sniper opens his mouth to speak and then closes it. He does this again another two times in a row before he manages to blurt out, "Shit." He reaches up to remove his hat but Scout's already there and grabbing it from him. Scout puts the hat on and pulls it down over his eyes. "This had better be worth it."

>>39
YES. YES, YES, AND A THOUSAND MORE TIMES YES!
Blu Scout and Sniper are kinky bastards.
I demand more!

...OH FUCK.

This is going to be beautiful. I can feel it!

good god, yes...

Aside from the fact that Pyro watching Bewitched had me in a giggle fit, this makes me /ache/ for more. God, Scoutbangs make me horny. Go Sniper go!

I AM SO GLAD THERE IS MORE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITE I AM.

The next part will be more polished. You have my undivided attention!

>>39

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

HNNNNGthreewaywithdoublescootactionHNNNNG

I like where this is going

>>39

YOU HAVE MADE ME HAPPY SOUL.

>>39

OH GOD ZUUL.

I don't normally post, but you are making me so happy.

I find it hilarious how you've made Sniper into a total creeper. I will wait politely for more, this is just too good to miss.
(Polite sage for not being Zuul posting another chapter.)

ARGH STEAM. CURSE YOU. DuskZephyr assisted me with the ending (thank you thank you thank you) but before I thought to save it, Steam went into OVERTIME. I mean... Downtime. Anyway. Here you go.

(also, don't worry about saging, bros. I like comments)
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Sniper doesn't speak. This is so bad. He slowly sinks onto a crate near the entrance. His location is important in his mind. He's not stepping forward and condoning this. He's sitting back and watching, he's a fly on the wall. This feels really wrong. But... Sniper's tongue slowly peeks out of his mouth to wet his lips. You can almost see the gears in his head turning. Scout waits for Sniper's approval impatiently. He shifts his weight and pushes Sniper's hat back up on his head. A slow smile spreads over Sniper's face at the sight of the kid in his hat.

The only sound in the room is that of BLU Scout's dogtags clink clink clinking as he struggles. If you don't think about it, the sound is kind of nice. Like wind chimes, except for the accompanimunt of whimpering. His hands are tied at the wrist with bootlaces. Over his mouth are a couple layers of tape, the kind that Engie uses.BLU has begun to bite at it and it loosens near the edge of his mouth. The Scout's socks have been removed and the tape has been looped several times around his thin little ankles.

Scout attempts to break the silence. "Look man, he's scared." Scout laughs and lets himself drop onto Sniper's cot. It squeaks in protest when Scout bounces on it a few times. "He has no idea what the fuck he's doing here. I told him some fantastical stories. And he knows he can't run away, because I'm just as fast as him." Scout leans over and twists BLU's hat of his head. "Now I have three hats." He tosses the ball cap onto the floor near his own. "Pal, you don't wanna know what I had to go through to get him up here--"

Sniper nearly snaps. His words are harsh but he speaks calmly. "What'd you do? Just say, Hey bro, does this smell like chloroform to you? I mean, Christ!"

Scout laughs at the poor imitation of his accent. "Don't matter. I was thinking since I went through the trouble, I get to have the fun." Scout stands up and pulls his pistol from where it was stuffed in his waistband near the base of his spine. He lets it drop onto the floor near his hat collection. "You come over here and I'll shoot him. He'll respawn over on his side and that's the end of that. Clear?"

Sniper's eyebrows perk up and threaten to never come down. "Crystal." This kid's plan is almost frightening. He put more thought into it than Sniper did himself.

It's the answer Scout was looking for. He crouches down and rips the tape off BLU Scout's mouth. "Motherfucking OW. What in the fucking fuck are you-- sweet motherfucking Christ, you gonna let me go, they're probably lookin' for me now, this is goin' against all the rules you--" He's shut up by Scout delivering a bruising kiss to his lips. He attempts to continue anyway, "You fucking fag, Demo was right about the whole lot of you RED ladies!"

Scout grins and it's all sharp little teeth. Teeth that nip at BLU's neck. Teeth that quickly disappear as he kisses and sucks along the skin. "Shut the fuck up."

Sniper doesn't know what to do with himself. He's got little Southie Boston boys in stereo cussing at each other. He's breathing hard and the room itself feels heavy and the air is thick and he's suddenly aware of his hand is resting on his thigh.

BLU Scout is ever the genius and suddenly solves the puzzle. He attempts to plead with the seemingly neutral person in the room, " Hey, Sniper, c'mon. Please-- Cut it out, fagbutt." He pulls away from the Scout and makes eye contact with Sniper. "This is so fucked up, let me go."

Sniper watches the scene as if he's not even here. He's so entranced by it that he doesn't even answer the BLU Scout. A breeze through the window cools the sweat on the back of his neck. It wakes him up enough to wonder why Scout's doing this for him.

Scout sits on his heels. He twists and pulls his shirt up over his head, his ribs are visible when his skin is pulled taunt. He's all grabby-hands under BLU's shirt, ignoring the erratic movements from the unwilling partner. Scout begins to whisper in BLU's ear and Sniper can't hear it. Scout's fingers toy with BLU's waistband as he continues to kiss and suck little bruises onto BLU's neck. Sniper watches as the protests become less and less strong until BLU breaks down. He turns his face into Scout's and catches him on the lips.

Sniper lets out a low moan. He tries to be quiet, hoping that he hasn't interrupted but this development has proved to be too much for him.

The boys don't seem to notice.

BLU's wrists remain tied but he's suprinsingly still capable. Both boys work at undressing each other and it turns out to be a tangled, awkward mess. Scout works on untaping BLU's ankles while BLU gets Scout's pants undone. BLU reaches back to the nape of his neck to yank his shirt up. This becomes a problem when the shirt makes it to his wrists and is unable to keep moving. Scout works with this, using it to better hold BLU. He pulls it and BLU's wrists up above the other boy's head. It's only for a moment because they tumble backwards, kissing and biting at each other like a couple of puppies. It becomes less puppy-like in nature when they start to grind up against each other.

Sniper is hard. He's so hard. He starts to think maybe he's feeling a little lightheaded from all that blood rushing away from his brain. His eyes don't dare dart away from this situation in front of him. His fingers are quick to wretch that belt open, to unzip his fly and--

"Hey!" Scout turns away from BLU in time to see Sniper reaching into his pants. "Not yet! Get them hands up where I can see 'em!"




Sniper obeys, thrusting his hands into the air quickly. "Awright, calm down." His arms fall harmlessly to his sides when Scout turns away. Sniper watches as the two boys wrestle each other naked. Scout begins to scoot backwards, nuzzling BLU's stomach and thighs. He rubs his nose on BLU's erection. This is met with BLU grabbing what little hair Scout has, "Stop being so gay about it!" Scout punches BLU in the thigh and then quickly wraps his lips around the other man's cock. It's just Scout's way, not a strange lesson in behavior conditioning.

While Scout is obviously distracted, Sniper indulges himself. He grips his cock in his hand and at first, only teases himself. Squeezing a few times and rubbing his thumb over the head. He watches BLU's face contort in pleasure and his hips jerk ever so much to meet Scout's mouth. It's so bizarre for Sniper to watch this. Not bad, no, definitely not bad. Sweet Christ, not bad. To see a man he's been carrying on with-- no, be honest, a boy he's been fucking - sucking off an identical boy. He begins to stroke himself at a steady speed as BLU clutches a handful of Scout's hair. Scout attempts to pull away, reaching down his own body to possibly stroke himself but he's met with BLU shoving his hips up and pulling on his hair.

Sniper cannot watch anymore. He's not completely sure why this is all happening but it's obvious that Scout's trying so goddamn hard to impress him. He rises from his seat and drops to his knees behind Scout. There's a moment of fumbling as Sniper reaches under his bed for a secret stash where he keeps a bottle of lube. Scout fights BLU off long enough to pull away. His lips, a little red and swollen meet Sniper's. Scout is no longer invested in his orchestrated voyeuristic plan for Sniper, overcome by lust and maybe even slightly moved by Sniper's act. He bends back down and takes BLU back into his mouth, sticking his ass in the air for Sniper. Sniper slicks his fingers up and gently beings to push them inside of Scout. While Sniper prepares Scout, Scout toys with BLU as he twists and makes small sounds of discontent. BLU's hands are still tied and he attempts to get a handle back on Scout's hair.

When Sniper deems Scout ready, he sheds his own clothing. BLU's impatience threatens to ruin the whole situation, bucking and whining like that. "Boy, you need to calm down." Sniper leans over the two and grabs the restraints around BLU's wrists. Easily, he loops it up around a low hanging hat hook. Sniper's undershirt is shoved into BLU's mouth.

Sniper settles back behind Scout on his knees. Slowly, slowly, he guides his cock into Scout. Scout lets out a small gasp as Sniper lets out a sigh of something like relief. BLU can only whimper.

A few pumps from Sniper's hips into Scout propel him forward by force. On his hands and knees and making sounds that BLU was making only a few moments ago. He's bumped in the chin by BLU's cock as a reminder. Scout takes the hint lowers his mouth to BLU's cock. He increases his speed, all but fucking BLU with his mouth. BLU flails backwards, crying out for more, more, fuck, more.

Sniper leans over Scout almost tenderly. His fingertips trail over Scout's hip and carefully wrap around Scout's length. It takes a few moments of stroking Scout to get in time with his hips. Scout jerks his head back, nearly taken off guard by BLU coming first. Semen spills onto BLU's stomach as he lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh.

Scout looks back at Sniper just as Sniper is leaning in to kiss him. Things are getting more urgent and their teeth clack. Precision and steady hands mean nothing here as Sniper tries to hold on at least until the younger man comes. As he breaks away from the kiss, Sniper's eyes move over to BLU still on the floor. His hips speed up but his hand around Scout's cock has slowed. What started as a glance becomes a stare and Sniper comes inside Scout, gasping like he's nearly drowned.

Scout is clearly displeased. Struggling out from under the Australian, Scout sits up on his knees. Quickly (like most things the kid does) Scout finishes himself off. He comes on BLU's leg while BLU sits there, satisfied and smiling at Sniper. Sniper himself is lost in thought, rubbing his eyes with the back of his wrists. Before anyone notices what's happening, Scout has picked up his pistol and with a startling POP, BLU's body has gone from sleepily limp to extremely fucking dead limp. Sniper lets out an undignified little shout at the sound.

Scout drops the pistol and sits back. There's a strange few moments of silence.

Sniper doesn't speak until Respawn removes the body. "...What did you do that for?"

Scout sitting Indian style on the floor naked appears as natural as he would be if fully dressed. "One," he ticks off with his fingers, "I ain't gonna sit here with that loser after just gettin' fucked. And two, you're supposed to be payin' attention to me, not that loser."

This boy ain't right. Sniper pinches the bridge of his nose. Monday's battle is going to be interesting. He can't think of anything else to say, so he stands up. Sniper kicks his clothes into a corner and crosses over to his cot. His dirty old blanket is snatched up and wrapped around his shoulders. "I'm going to bed. I don't care where you go but you can't stay here."

The bed squeaks and groans as Sniper settles in. He doesn't want to cuddle with this crazy bastard. He never does. Scout is always promptly thrown out. Tonight is especially not going to change that. He feels bad for the kid but Sniper can't deal with it. Emotions are messy. They're unprofessional. He doesn't want to have the I-Will-Fuck-You-But-That-Doesn't-Mean-I-Like-You conversation with Scout. That conversation would be necessary to keep the kid at a distance. Shagging now and then is one thing. He can't disrupt the balance around here too much. At least he's pretty sure Scout won't start crying like that last person he had that conversation with. It's not even a matter of not liking Scout. He likes Scout. He liked the girl with the polka dot dress, too. It was easier to tell her that he didn't like her than to deal with emotions. He made her believe she was just a shag so he didn't have to hold her hand.

Truth is, he kind of likes how Scout's been coming around more often. Mostly for sex, but sometimes to just hang out. Yeah, he likes Scout.

Sniper hears the clinking of dogtags again. He rolls over to look at Scout and the kid's already half dressed. "Later, weirdo." He slips out the trapdoor and then Sniper's alone again.
At least, for now.

SHIT DID I REALLY SPELL THAT THAT WAY
accompanimunt lol :/

Hey bro, does this smell like chloroform to youmade me laugh like i was barkin'

FUCK. How did I miss all these updates?
Also... >>27 I was Sniper.

>>29 Well. I'm not sure whether I should be laughing like an idiot, or making the Dat Ass face.

>>39 Bondage, you say...?

>>52 Do you have hidden cameras somewhere near me? Because I've had this experience (sans me fucking anyone) as well. Sniper again. God damn.

Zuul ILU C:

Sniper may be a creeper but Scout is pretty whacked in the head too. Mmm-mmm good.

PS: "Now I have three hats." I lol'd.

YES.

FUCKING /YES/.

Oh, man, they're so fucked up. But in a good, sexy way.

Oh, man, they're so fucked up. But in a good, sexy way.

Sniper and Scout are so screwed-up, they're perfect for each other. And that was one VERY hot threesome.

"Now I have three hats."i giggled like crazy, so very scout

Slightly alternate ending written by DuskZephyr that I'm going to include because I feel it's better. Shut up.


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The bed squeaks and groans as Sniper settles in. He doesn't want to cuddle with this crazy bastard. He never does. Scout is always promptly thrown out. Tonight is especially not going to change that. He feels bad for the kid but Sniper can't deal with it. He can’t deal with anything that isn’t professional. Screwing the kid isn’t professional. It’s messy, it’s fucking hot and it’s starting to mean something to him. Shit. He rolls over and blankly watches Scout redress.



Scout ignores him. Good. Sniper remembers - the girl with the polka dot dress. It was easy to tell her that he wasn’t interested. That she was just a quick shag. But this is Scout he’s thinking about. To say that he was “just a shag” would ruin their working relationship (afterall, they were still teammates outside the occasional fuck) and would just be a lie. He genuinely likes Scout. He likes how the kid would come up for sex, or even just to keep him company.



There’s a clink of dogtags as Scout stands, fully dressed. “Later weirdo.” He slips out the trapdoor and vanishes, leaving Sniper alone.



Sniper sighs and rolls onto his back, rubbing his face. He can’t help but wonder what Scout will do next time. A small smile flits across his face. He can’t wait to find out.


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[Also Sniper watching Scout get dressed... someone should draw that.}

I still quite like your version of the ending if I'm honest =)

Anyway, love the final act! You got Sniper and Scout's personalities nailed so nothing about the situation feels forced or out of character. Excellent work!

Zuul and Dusk, you guys are both so awesome, <3

Aw shoot, this is still being written? Yeah, apparently.
Thanks to Anonymouse friend for being my beta this time around.


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Several weeks have passed since the last time Scout was in Sniper's nest. For the life of him, Sniper cannot figure out what he had done. He replays the last visit in his mind, over and over. Rewind and try it again in slow motion. As far as he could tell, Sniper did nothing wrong. Last time, it was in Sniper's van and Scout even stayed the night. That was something Scout had never done before and something Sniper probably never would have allowed. But he did, that night. It was the last time he was within arm's reach of Scout.

Since that time, Sniper has only seen glimpses of Scout. Once or twice, Scout had slowly walked past the television while Sniper was watching with Pyro. More often than not, he was blurs of red t-shirt or the sun glinting off the boy's ball bat. There was even one occasion that he heard Scout's voice below his nest but it wasn't calling out for him. Scout was talking with Engie as they walked down to the basement. It was probably to check on pipes or whatever the hell Truckie does. Scout was tagging along. Right?

Sniper sat up all night wondering why he cared about the story behind that so much.

He had to do something about this. It was so stupid, to feel this way. That summed it up pretty well-- stupid. With that verdict, things were lot easier on Sniper. Ignore the stupid situation. Pretend it didn't happen.

Except for one incident. He witnessed both RED and BLU Scouts cross paths while running the Intel. They swung at each other with their bats and kicked at each other's shins. The guns didn't come out because they realized they had the Intel on their backs and this was stalling. To anyone else, it was two boys fighting.

To Sniper, it was like porn. He stroked himself off fast and hard to that 30 second skirmish on top of the bridge.

Another Friday rolled around. His teammates got shitfaced while he holed up in this nest. Before it got too late, he decided to venture out of confirm this. A game of cards were entertaining Spy, Medic, and Soldier while Engie supplied them with his drunken strumming of an untuned guitar. Demo and Scout were one-third of the way into some drinking game. Pyro watched.

Sniper grabbed himself a a beer and noticed how unnoticed he was. He decided to grab another beer.

As he turned to leave, Scout shot up from his chair, knocking it over. "Hold up, Bomby O'Bomberson, I'll be right back."

Demo seemed more offended at the nickname than anything else, "Oy, it's Bomby MacBomerson."

Scout crossed the room and nearly tackled Sniper. He shoved and yanked (in that order) the taller man into the hall. "Hey, it's been awhile. I got something for you waiting in my room, but be covert about it, pally."

Sniper didn't say a goddamn word to that goddamn kid with his goddamn little smirk.

Did Scout think Sniper was pathetic? Did he just think that Sniper was going to make a bee-line for his room just because he smiled at him? Probably. But it was the truth on both accounts.

Sniper found Scout's room unlocked and he sat on the unmade bed with his beer. He tossed his hat and glasses on top of a small dresser. After a few moments and a few sips, Sniper realized that if anyone were walking past, they'd see him sitting here. With only a quick glance around the room, a suitable corner was found. Sniper could sit with his lanky legs to his chest and his shoulders between the wall and the dresser. He'd be virtually invisible.

Time passed. The combination of two beers poured down his throat and a full day of fighting had Sniper feeling a little drowsy. Sniper leaned his head against the dresser and began to wonder if maybe he should just go back to his nest. Or back to his camper, to throw the kid off. What a fucking incredible feeling that would be, to have Scout looking for him.

But instead, Sniper continued to sitting on the cold floor practically cowering in the corner trying to distinguish what what kind of wood this dresser is made out of. Oak? Pine? Does it bloody matter?

Then there were voices. Loud. Slurred. Sniper easily identified one voice as Demo's. Then Scout's was heard along with it. Their voices overlapped, their conversation somewhat argumentative. Not out of the ordinary for two drunks walking back to their rooms. Sniper perked up like a Labrador Retriever and he hated himself for it.

The door swung open and before Sniper could say a word, before he could stretch his legs and stand... Demo entered the room. A breath caught in Sniper's throat and he hoped he wasn't seen.

He apparently was not, or Demo doesn't care. The reason becomes obvious-- the reason being Scout busy yanking on the other man's trousers.

Demo grabbed Scout by the forearms and slammed him against the door, effectively closing it. The door clicks locked at Demo's hand. "Jus' dun try and kiss me on the mouth again, boyo."

Sniper sat dumbstruck. He was somewhere in between absolutely infuriated and terribly confused. Throw morbidly curious in there for good measure.

"I think I can handle that, big guy." Scout won the battle with Demo's belt. His pants dropped to his ankles and Demo just kicked them off like he was undressing at the end of the day. Not like he was in the room of his teammate and occasional drinking buddy. In fact, he seemed a little disinterested in Scout. However, Scout's enthusiasm made up for it. He followed the route of Demo's pants and dropped down to his knees.

Scout kissed at Demo's thighs and fondled between his legs. Sniper could see the frustrated look on Scout's face even in the dim light. "C'mon, man. What's the deal?"

Demo stumbled backwards a little, pushing on Scout's forehead when he went to sit. Once actually landing on the mattress, Demo murmured, "Lemme sit, boy."

"You are sittin'."

"Yeah, I am, aren't I?"

Scout scooted forward on his knees and yanked his shirt up over his head. The sound of clothing being moved and the soft breathing of three men were the only thing to heard. But to Sniper, the pause itself was deafening. Scout must have felt that Demo did enough sitting, as the silence was only broken by the surly kid. "Are we gonna do this or not?," as Scout spoke, his eyes flitted around the room until they saw the corner. Sniper knew he was found out-- not only because it was bloody obvious, but by the smirk that slowly slid onto Scout's face.

Demo was too far gone to notice any of these shenanigans. His good eye was closed and he slowly nodded. "Right-oh, boy. I'm gonna-- er, fuck yer eyes out?" His word was the only thing that confirmed his intentions, even if he wasn't completely sure of it. Even with Scout between his legs, the amount of alcohol in his system prevented any sort of proper erection. The rest of Demo's body understood this and seemed to be rooting desperately for him to pass out.

Scout seemed to be on Demo's body's side. He had given up on sucking the Scot off and sat on his knees looking out of the corner of his eyes at Sniper. Demo wobbled and finally fell backwards onto the mattress. Both Sniper and Scout let out relieved sighs in near unison.

The smirk came back to Scout's stupid little lips and only turned into a full blown grin as Sniper stood. Lanky legs took Sniper across the room and Scout looked like he was about to jump and pounce and bite--

Sniper stopped to stand right in front of Scout. It was dark and all Sniper could really see is the Cheshire-cat smile of his Bostonian teammate. It was like a target at that point. Sniper swung his fist down, hoping to knock at least one of those teeth out. There was a satisfying sound when he made contact, he knew the skin on his knuckles would be bleeding but at least Scout wasn't going to be smiling at him anymore.



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I got a vague idea for the next part, but a bit of direction is welcomed. I AIM TO PLEASE.

oh, god, when I saw this at the top I figured it was just some anon who didn't sage...I'm so glad I checked anyways...

I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING.

I sure hope scout has a dental plan C:
but you can't believe how happy i was to see this updated! and now i can't wait for more. Bravo~!

Wait- what?! Scout brings Sniper a hot, drunken body to rape, and gets punched in the mouth for his efforts? Sniper, I DEMAND you man up and fuck that Demo. Or at least fuck Scout on top of Demo's inert form.

... Are they going to rape Demoman while he's passed out?

>>70 >>71

You sick bastards. I fucking love the lot of you. I will take this into consideration.


Zuul: OH GOD THEY WANT SNIPER AND SCOUT TO FUCK DEMO WHIST HE SLUMBERS
Dusk Zephyr: I SAW THAT
Dusk Zephyr: ...oh fuck now I picture them aruging over WHO SHOULD RAPE HIM HARDEST
Zuul: cannot breathe

forgive my double post.
also when I asked for directions to go in, I never imagined this would be one.


Zuul: SNIPER: UR DOIN IT WRONG LET ME SHOW YOU HOW
Dusk Zephyr: SCOUT: NO UH MAN I GOT THE ASS YOU GET THE FACE

haha, oh man. now i REALLY can't wait to see where this goes
C:

:D It updated!

>>70
>>71
YES. This should happen.

I was hoping for a voyeur Sniper but it seemed too obvious, and this is interesting. I want to see how this is going to turn out.

Djavjr sat dumbstruck. He was somewhere in between absolutely infuriated and terribly confused. Throw morbidly curious in there for good measure.

>>78
You made me SQUEAK with laughter. I'm glad you liked it.

Btw, we should play tf2 together again. :D TRUE STORY BROS: THIS GUY SPAWNED AS SNIPER AND I SPAWNED AS SCOUT. BFFs.

More?! So. Happy. Good god I missed this chan.

>>79 Anytime, Zuuly. I honestly think that's the best line to use for commenting on just about any TF2 fic. It also sums up my actual gametime thoughts quite nicely.

And yes, we need to play again. Your antics as a fail Scout made my evening. I don't think you realize how much fun I had watching you through my scope.
...Oh, that sounds dirty.

P.S. Re-read the last chapter for a certain part (If I could black out my typing, I would):
He witnessed both RED and BLU Scouts cross paths while running the Intel. They swung at each other with their bats and kicked at each other's shins. The guns didn't come out because they realized they had the Intel on their backs and this was stalling. To anyone else, it was two boys fighting.To Sniper, it was like porn. He stroked himself off fast and hard to that 30 second skirmish on top of the bridge.
I find it difficult to admit that I've also felt the urge to fap when witnessing two Scouts "going at at it", so to speak, on the bridge.

I HATE THAT BLOODY SCOUT!! So creepy and fucked-up.

Please continue.