Every repost is a repost repost. By Epoch.

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Spy urgently rapped his knuckles on the door to Medic’s clinic. He listened to a clatter of metal instruments and cussing in German, then the door swung open violently.

‘What is it?’ Medic stared down at Spy angrily, who was a little taken aback; he was injured after all.

‘The enemy Spy, he tried to stab me, but Sniper shot him in the shoulder, and so he missed my heart-’ Spy gestured towards the gash in his pants, soaked with blood.

‘Well, I am busy. Heavy took a lot of damage, and has eight bullets that need to be removed right now, and you are wasting my time with your…’ Medic waved dismissively ‘…flesh wound. Go see Sniper, he knows first aid.’ Medic slammed the door shut a little harder than was necessary.

Spy chewed his lip. The blood from the knife wound running jaggedly across his thigh had trickled down his leg and was beginning to soak into his sock. It was a long walk from the basement to Sniper’s loft.

His feet had began to go numb with cold but his shirt was soaked with sweat, so he left his jacket hanging on a hook before taking to the stairs one at a time. When he reached the top he was leaning on the wall heavily and felt a little dizzy. He knocked weakly on Sniper’s door.

‘What the bloody hell do you wa…oh’ Sniper just stared, frowning at Spy for a long hard minute.

Spy was too busy staying upright to read his expression, panting with the effort of climbing the stairs. He was spattered with the enemy Spy’s blood, as well as his own soaking his left pant leg and dripping slowly onto the floor. Sniper’s eyes wandered down the small red trail that Spy had left behind along the stairs.

‘Medic is busy with Heavy, he told me to come here and you would help me’ Spy spoke up when Sniper finally met his gaze.

‘Alright mate, we’ll have you fixed up in no time’ Sniper pulled Spy inside roughly and closed the door. When Sniper brushed past him impatiently Spy stumbled and nearly fell over.

Sniper fished out a dusty first aid box and popped it open, pulling out a bottle of vodka. He unscrewed the cap and walked stiffly towards Spy, who took a step backwards only to find his back against the wall.

‘Are you sure that is a good idea?’ Spy said nervously.
‘I don’t have none of them fancy painkillers, so trust me, you’ll appreciate it.’ Sniper stood uncomfortably close as he pushed the open bottle against Spy’s mouth and tipped it up gently, forcing him to swallow.

Feeling awkward Spy tried to pull his head away but Sniper insisted he drink more until the bottle was almost empty. Now Spy felt a little nauseas and his mouth burned, but the warmth spreading through his stomach was kind of nice, and the pain in his leg dulled a little.

‘Now sit down, I don’t want you bleeding all over me bed, so we’ll have to use the floor.’ Spy did as he was told, collapsing onto the wooden boards awkwardly.

‘I had to stay behind to get a shot at that enemy Spy slinking around the base,’ Sniper knelt heavily across Spy’s legs, who winced.

‘Non, do not worry, I am not upset that I became injured, I should have been faster…’ Sniper pushed Spy down onto his back angrily.

‘That was the only chance for action I had all day’ Sniper growled, leaning in close. ‘If you hadn’t turned to look at me I would have got him.’

‘I only looked because I saw you had been following me for some time,’ Spy objected

Sniper’s anger turned into a predatory leer, and he whispered under his breath ‘I’m a patient man, sometimes you have to wait for your prey to come to you…’

‘Wait! What did you just say?’ Spy protested weakly as Sniper’s nimble hands roughly pulled off his tie, unbuttoning his vest and shirt.

‘Just checkin’ for damage, you might have caught a stray bit of shrapnel or something.’ Sniper hitched up Spy’s undershirt and ran his fingers across Spy’s chest. Spy’s skin was pale and damp with cold sweat, and he made a strained noise when Sniper’s hands brushed past his nipples.

Spy let his head fall back against the floor as Sniper’s hands dragged across his skin. He didn’t want those warm hands to stop touching him, heat pooling in his groin and the pain in his leg throbbing hotly whilst the rest of his body was uncomfortably cool. Sniper dug his fingers painfully around Spy’s sharp collarbones.

‘Aahn! Stop that!’ Spy jerked his head up, before falling back down, overcome by the haze of alcohol, blood loss and his disturbingly growing arousal. Sniper ignored him, unbuckling Spy’s belt and tugging down his pants. Fresh blood trickled out of Spy’s wound and onto the floor.

‘Stop…’ Spy whined.

‘I’ve got to fix up your wound don’t I?’ Sniper inspected the gash in Spy’s narrow leg. ‘You’re lucky he didn’t hit your artery there, mate.’ Sniper traced his fingers around the edge of the wound and Spy’s breath hitched in his throat.

‘Too deep for wound strips…’ Sniper muttered to himself, turning his attention back to the first aid kit.

Spy felt so cold, he just wanted Sniper to touch him again, his hands were so warm. Sniper busied himself with preparing the medical staple gun, then returned to pull the edges of the wound together with his coarse fingers. He pulled the trigger without warning. Sniper’s crocodile grin widened as Spy cried out and writhed beneath him satisfyingly.

‘nnh, Sniper’ Spy moaned, head lolling back. Sniper deliberately let his wrist brush past Spy’s erection before applying the next staple.

Spy jerked and whimpered miserably and it took Sniper five staples to close the wound.

Spy was too exhausted to object when Sniper gently hooked his fingers inside the waistband of Spy’s underwear and peeled them off.

‘It was you’re fault I didn’t get my shot, you can’t blame me for wanting a little release after all that tension amounted to nothing’ Sniper breathed into Spy’s neck. Sniper ran his thumb under the bottom of Spy’s balaclava.

‘Not that.’ Spy raised his hand to lightly wrap his fingers lightly around Sniper’s wrist, holding his steel blue gaze.

Sniper shifted his weight around Spy, who let his hand fall back to the ground, distracted by a casual stroke of Sniper’s free hand. Spy whimpered softly and Sniper’s cool patience evaporated, pulling his own pants open hastily.

‘You want this, don’t you, you bloody great fag.’ Sniper leaned over and grabbed a tube of gel from the med kit, rubbing it over himself and his fingers. Spy slurred something in his own tongue, which changed to a stifled groan as Sniper pushed his fingers inside experimentally. Eyes closed, Spy cried out in pain, feeling disorientated as Sniper replaced fingers with his own hard length.

Sniper pressed his fingertips hard into Spy’s angular hips, leaving bruises as he thrust into him viciously. Spy’s body was lithe and supple, with smooth, mostly hairless skin, totally unlike Sniper’s own tanned and course body, wiry from a lifetime spent outdoors.

Spy was helpless beneath Sniper, back arched, muscles straining underneath that exquisite ivory skin, still partly covered by his displaced clothing. Spy continued to moan incomprehensibly as his hands grasped weakly at the floor by his sides. Sniper pounded into him relentlessly with a jerky rhythm and Spy’s head swam sickeningly.

Sniper came with a grunt and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and looked down at Spy‘s supine form on the floor, admiring for a moment. It had been a long time since he’d had any more satisfaction than a perfect head shot.

Spy closed his eyes, still aching with neglected need, feeling empty and cold.

‘Now don’t you go fainting on me, you got to clean yourself up, blood’s everywhere.’

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Spy’s watch alarm beeped quietly, it was early morning.

There was a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on the side table next to his bed. He was naked except for his mask and the neat bandages around his leg, which throbbed in time with the nauseating pain in his head.

There had been a battle, and he’d been wounded, and wasn’t it odd he wasn’t recovering in the infirmary? He sunk back into his pillow. Never mind all that, he was tired and felt rotten, explanations could wait. As Spy closed his eyes, the sleep-haze lifted from his memory and he jerked upright.

‘SNIPER!’