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No. 1830
49.How about some SniperxScout? Poor Scoot drops Sniper's favorite gun and breaks it. And then Sniper gets pissed and they have angry hate-sex. :C
Sorry if the accents are screwy or wrong.
I guess this thing might be set in a 2fort-esque map that has been muddled with because I feel like it.
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Another boring day at the red base, Scout noted dourly. Fighting had stopped for a couple weeks and wouldn't start up again for a while. The news had come to the team welcomed with open arms, but within the first couple days everyone had noticed how boring things were getting.
After attempting to get everyone he came across to play baseball with him, Scout had retired to the courtyard and was batting by himself.
"Fuckin' down time," he yelled as he tossed the worn ball up again, only to bat it violently against the wall with a metallic thud. "Can't believe I'm this flippin' bored already!"
The young man cursed to himself as he hit the ball a couple more times and ended by flinging the bat up to the respawn room.
Maybe he could run around the base again and challenge everyone to a race.
Last time he tried that though, he was smacked upside the head with a shovel, but he was so bored and the beat down didn't make an impression on his brain like it was intended to so he was enchanted with the idea.
Racing up the stairs he quickly stopped, though. Leg set up behind him, he snapped his head over to the chainlink fence, eyes spotting something of interest beyond the cut-out cow and various other unused pieces of equipment.
"Y'know, I haven't seen sniper in a while," he mused aloud, probably the only musing he could do. "Let's go say hi."
Scout raced over to the fence and climbed over it, not bothering to perhaps use the normal entrance like most people would. This was a bit more fun than that, and even though it didn't provide much of a challenge for him, it was more work than just running around and kicking open a gate.
Racing over to the sniper's nest, he hurriedly climbed up the thing and peeked around when he reached the entrance. Sniper was by the window polishing one of his guns as he looked over to see who was intruding.
"Why am I not surprised?" Sniper mumbled slightly before returning to his work, placing the sniper rifle back in it's case. The Australian knew there was to be trouble, even if he wasn't sure what it'd be just yet.
"Yo chucklenuts," Scout taunted as he hopped up, allowing himself in. Poking around at the various knick-knacks pinned to the walls or set around he plopped down across from the sniper, resting his elbow on the poorly nailed window pane.
"What do ya' want, Scout?" Sniper asked, staring intently at the scout while waiting for his answer.
"Just bored, y'know?"
"Not my problem, do I look like a babysitta'?"
Jumping out of his seat, Scout shrugged at that and took to looking around again. He would've came back with a couple insults of his own if he weren't so bored and unwilling to either be kicked out of the nest Sparta style or have piss thrown on him.
That was when he spied the rifle, neatly polished and set in it's case. The shine on the barrel of the gun sparkled in his eye for a second before he leapt forward, unable to resist the temptation to grab.
"Neat gun ya' got here," he said as he pulled the thing from it's case, Sniper's eyes widening as he in turn jumped forward to grab it from Scout's hands.
"Oi! I just polished the thing," he hissed, gripping the gun firmly and pulling it from Scout, who just held on tighter. "Don't bloody touch it."
"Hey, what's a matter with ya? I'm just takin' a look," Scout shot back, playing an almost tug of war with the thing. However, the monstrous glare behind Sniper's glasses had him let go of the thing quickly.
Evidently, Sniper hadn't been holding onto the rifle as tightly as Scout had assumed, and in a painfully slow arc the gun swooped up in the air and out the window. The both of them froze and watched in an obscene horror as the rifle flew out from the window and hit the ground below.
Scout turned his head slowly back to the Sniper, anticipating his reaction. Normally he'd throw a couple insults out there, laugh his ass off, and hop down and run away, but this was... pretty damn serious, to say the least.
"Yer gonna pay for that," Sniper hissed as he knocked the Scout back against the wall, pinning him.
"Yo! What's ya problem?!"
Scout struggled, bare arms garnering a couple scratches and splinters as the Sniper just gripped harder in order to keep the struggling youth captured. After panicking for a good moment and then realizing all Sniper was doing was pining him to the wall, Scout stopped and waited to see what Sniper had in store for him.
Growling slightly and pressing the other's bare arms against the wall for a second or two again, Sniper quickly let go and pushed the kid over to the entrance of the nest.
"Get down there and get my gun," he ordered.
"Ya don't gotta be so flippin' rough," Scout protested, but started down the ladder with Sniper climbing after. "Freakin' Snipers always got a bug up their ass or somethin'."
Now that he was no longer directly in danger of a brutal beat down from the sharpshooter (who Scout swore turned green for a good second or two) he let out a string of insults and accusations to the Aussie, receiving no response in return. Sprinting over to where the rifle lay, Scout picked the thing up as gingerly as he could and looked at it. As far as he could tell, it was busted... he didn't know too much about sniper rifles or anything but he was pretty sure they could not be broken up into three individual pieces.
"Uh, I think it's busted."
"Ya' think?"
"Hey, it's not my fuckin' fault!"
Sniper quickly snatched the pieces from Scout's hands, looking them over before raising a hand to rub at his temples and massage his forehead, visibly ready to blow up.
"Not your fault, eh? Maybe if ya' touch it, it wouldn't be like this!"
"Ya' told me to let go of it and I let go, not my fault! Y'know I wonder how ya' became a sniper with a bad grip like dat."
Nearly moving to sucker punch the Scout, who was now pretty much prancing about with his chin held high at finding such a good excuse to place the blame elsewhere, Snipe stopped himself. Had he not been wearing his sunglasses, Scout might've noticed the glint of a fairly evil idea blossoming in his mind. Either way, the unruly boy probably would be too busy commenting more on having a 'good grip' while swinging his bat around. Some days he could rant more than Soldier, really.
"Yer gonna fix this, mate," Sniper started, bringing the boy back to earth and stopping him midmonologue. "To my bunk, now."
"I just said I didn't do a thing, dumbass."
"It's either you get in the van or you'll find a kukri lodged in yer throat."
Scout decided that he'd cooperate for now, especially since a baseball bat would not fare all too well against a giant knife.
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to fix this thing if that's what you're gettin' at," Scout said as he walked towards the beaten up van that served as Sniper's bunk.
Around here, bunks were mostly make-shift. Most days Scout dozed off underneath the stairs in the courtyard.
There were rooms available but no beds, and no one particularly cared to share rooms so everyone just kind of claimed a spot and stuck to it.
Sniper thanked the gods that he had his dingy old van. He was a solitary creature who didn't come out to the base much unless he needed something. Normally along the way he was bugged by anyone he came across, so he made it a point to visit as little as possible and keep food runs solely to nighttime.
Once the two got to the van, Scout impatiently waited by the door, shifting from left to right foot. Even as daft as he was made out to be, he could tell Sniper wasn't planning anything good. The only thing that kept at least one foot planted at the side of the van was a morbid curiosity.
Sniper opened the door and climbed inside, not caring to tidy up the place any. Scout followed after, a moment of hesitation keeping him outside for a second or two.
"Ya' ever think about cleanin' this place?!"
"Piss off."
"Woah woah woah, alright then. What did ya' want anyway?"
Now that he had lured the idiot over, Sniper snapped the door shut with a swift kick and locked the thing. He removed his hat and place it on a slightly out of place bedside table. Taking in the confused and just slightly horrified stare, Sniper moved forward. That look just fueled him into attacking, ready to extract a somewhat unorthodox revenge.
"What do ya' think you're doin?"
Scout panicked again and attempted to jump out of the way, but Sniper pounced back and a small fight ensued. Fists flew here and there, not with intentions of seriously harming either of them. Scout was trying desperately to get out of Sniper's grip, thinking he was going to get the mauling of a life-time, and Sniper was countering the attacks best he could while trying to throw a couple here and there until the boy submitted.
"Get offa' me!"
"Hold still wanka'."
Sniper managed to get a grip on the Scout's arm and snaked another hand to the other's waist, gripping with a bruising strength while Scout turned around and was trying to make his way to the back of the van and out the (to his knowledge) unlocked door.
He turned around to swing at the Sniper, who shifted left and right as he pulled back. A tug-of-war broke out, and getting inspiration from the incident back at the nest, Sniper immediately let go of Scout, who face-planted into the door.
"What the fuck!"
Without so much as a minute down and trying to ease the pain in his nose, Scout found his hat smacked right off. The headset follow suit, crashing against the side of the van.
"Oh now you're in for it dumbass!"
Scout bounded up head first, connecting with the Sniper's chin, sending the man stumbling backwards. The move had surprised him and with the initial shock worn off, he swore he felt a crack in his mouth and hoped nothing had chipped.
"I told ya' to hold still," he hissed between his teeth, and upon gripping at them with dirty fingers found them to be in working shape. Scout was trying to get the door open, so Sniper found his opening to attack again. Quickly shoving the other against the wall, Sniper pressed his body to Scout's forcefully and bit down on the crook of his neck. His waist thrust forward into the Scout, letting him know that this wasn't just some pointless beat down.
"Fuck, fuckin' fag!"
Scout pressed his hands against the wall and tried to make some space between the front of his body and the van, but Sniper adjusted his stance and knocked back again with his hips a bit more forcefully. To anyone outside the van, the car probably would've lurched backwards a little at that.
"Ya' owe me for the gun," Sniper hissed into Scout's eat, letting his teeth sink into the side of his neck again after that. This was beginning to get a little more animalistic and violent than he originally pictured, but it was all good.
"I don't owe you nothin'!" Scout groaned, wiggling about, trying to get out of the pin. He knocked his elbow back against the Sniper, who let out an 'oof' before pinning both arms down with his own gloved hands. Fingers moved up from gripping the other's wrists, slowly but cautiously, up the back of bandaged hands and made their way in between Scout's fingers. They gripping his hands possessively, short nails making sure to dig a little in his palms when met with resistance of any sort.
Sniper took to necking and grinding against the Scout's backside, who seemed to be getting slightly into it himself. Still, he had a reputation to uphold and submitting too early in the game wasn't acceptable. Scout still tried to move his arms back to connect with the Sniper, but it was pretty much useless at this point; he had also found out that trying to back his hips and gain and entryway with that technique didn't do much either.
"F-fucking fag," Scout growled as he felt the back of his neck being bitten and sucked on lightly.
Sniper moved a hand down to the Scout's front now that he didn't seem to be putting up much resistance, chin planted firmly on the other's shoulder as he grinned a little. "Doesn't seem like I'm the only fag here, eh?"
With a hand cupping Scout's erection, he massaged lightly. Scout felt really weird right now, questioning his sexuality slightly, but pushing the questions to the near far-corners of his brain. Besides, any guy in his situation would've had the same reaction. It was perfectly okay.
"There we go," Sniper cooed and pried him off of the side of the wall, dragging Scout over to the dirty mattress. Moving his hand back up, Sniper gripped Scout's shoulder and pinned him down against the bed. His other hand roamed under Scout's shirt and up his spine and down again before spindly fingers moved to undo the boy's belt and whip it out quickly, tossing it aside. Fingers deftly undid the button and unzipped the front. Sniper was surprised he had not seen any other forms of protest from Scout, and to test whether he was still there and not just drifting off he gave his hips another thrust forward.
"Ah, what the fuck!"
"Surprised I haven't had to tie ya' down yet," Sniper remarked with a slight smirk as he saw Scout protest by suddenly trying to jolt out from underneath him. He wasn't sure whether he liked the boy wiggling around and fighting back or going along with whatever was in store.
It was definitely more fun when given a challenge.
"Wot? You want to be tied down?" he offered, watching Scout snap his head around and give a defiant glare before trying to make a get-away. Sniper countered this by gripping both wrists and pinning them with a single hand, using his weight to keep his down, left hand working on pulling down Scout's pants. "It's unlike you to be so bloody calm."
"Yeah yeah," Scout countered weakly, just wanting to continue. He hadn't done anything with anybody in a long time now and all he really wanted was a release, even if it meant getting it from Sniper. He just didn't want to completely destroy what would be left of his pride.
Sniper was pretty amusing, unwilling to let such an opportunity go to waste. Moving his hand onto the square of Scout's back and pressing the other down again, the other went right to Scout's boxers and inside. Rubbing the already hardened member, he observed the contorted expression on Scout's face as he continued for another moment or two before stopping.
"Wh-why'd ya' do that?"
"Just ya' wait."
Sniper reached over to the small desk perched next to the mattress, digging through the thing with one hand. He wasn't sure where he was, as he hadn't used it in a long time, but eventually he found the bottle of lubrication he was looking for. Alas, he hadn't found a condom wrapper, but he wasn't really concerned.
"What's that?"
"How many bloody times do I got to tell ya' to wait?!"
"I don't like where this is goin'!"
"Aw shut ya' mouth."
Gritting his teeth slightly and smacking the other slightly on the back of the head, Sniper wasted no time in pulling his own cock from his pants and lubing it up. Scout shifted nervously underneath him, watching from the corner of his eye as the side of his face rested against the mattress.
"You're really not...."
"Give me a second and you'll get your answer."
Sniper himself felt pretty impatient, but he knew if he didn't stretch out the Scout a little bit beforehand it could turn bad quickly. A slicked down finger was inserted into the Scout, who didn't seem to take to the intruding digit well.
"Get that the fuck outta me!"
Scout wiggle away from the finger and lowered his hips to make it all the more difficult. The Aussie used the free hand that was planted firmly on Scout's back to hold him and at least keep him on the bed.
"I told ya' that ya' owe me," Sniper hissed, just about ready to lose his patience and just begin right there. Even if his position within the team made him waiting for hours to get a perfect shot, he wouldn't accept having to work as long or hard in the bedroom. "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Scout."
"Fuckin'... fuck," Scout mumbled, officially submitting. Sniper noted how big an accomplishment this was mentally, but didn't waste another moment. Propping the Bostonian's hips up again he inserted a finger slowly, not taking much time before inserting another when Scout seemed accustomed and prepping the boy.
Deciding he'd get a little bit of payback, Sniper removed the fingers and guided his member over to Scout's entrance, waiting until the other noticed what was going on and about to protest again before thrusting forward, hand gripping on his hip as he wiggled himself all the way in.
"WHAT THE-" Scout was scrambling yet again, about ready to cry from the pain. Sniper seemed to either not care or not notice, as he slowly withdrew from the other and slammed back in, egged on by the various jumbles and combinations of curse words flying from the Scout's mouth. Sniper hurriedly began to pick up his thrusts, encouraged by all the noise coming from the human below him. If there was a better way to get back at the Scout, Sniper didn't know it.
At first the thrusts were almost too painful to bear, and Scout was tearing up at the unfamiliar pain. Why the hell had he been so quick to let this happen, anyhow?! With each thrust he began to grow accustomed to the feeling and... it was actually somehow beginning to feel kind of.... good.
Originally cringing in pain, Scout now was biting at his bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet, eyebrows furrowed as Sniper ran over a particularly sensitive spot. The growing pressure and pleasure combined with the pain felt a lot better than it should've. Soon Scout was moaning, language still pretty foul, but now for different reasons.
Sniper, too, seemed to be enjoying himself. Looking back to see his reaction, Scout turned a brighter red. The feeling was beginning to become unbearable, and he was near the edge of orgasm. He moved a hand down to stroke himself now that he was free. It wasn't soon after that he came, trying to catch his breath as Sniper finished up and collapsed on the Scout.
"Next time don't touch my bloody gun."
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I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS THING. i'm going to bed now, it's been long overdue.
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