And another. ---- Sniper was just settling in to his nest when he heard the muffled singing. "Tim, I wish you were born a girl, so I could've been your boy~friend~ " Well, there was no mistaking that voice. "Where the hell are you, Spyro, you wanker?" A ventilation duct overhead swung open and a gas-masked face peered down. "Ceiling Pyro is watching you masturbate." "Fag Pyro is a faggot," Sniper countered. "No, Sniper, you are the homosexuals!" Spyro dropped down into the room and fell to his knees, doing his best to make it look like he'd done it on purpose as he crawled forward to straddle the other man. "And then Sniper was gay." "You are such a queer," said Sniper, letting his hands settle on the spy's slim suited hips. "Hey, you're the one who was just jerking off thinking about my amazing man-cock, you massive homo." "I wasn't even, arsefag - " Sniper began. Spyro cut him off as he slid Sniper's vest from his shoulders. "Only because you were waiting a couple minutes hoping I'd show up like this. Don't even try to lie to me, mang, I know how much you want my ass." "Oh, for Christ's sake." Sniper reached up and tugged Spyro's tie loose, sliding his thumbs under the bottom edge of the gas mask. "Take this bloody thing off, it's bad enough having to listen to you talk without having to translate it out of pyro-speak too." "What, you're not into the gimp thing?" Spyro tilted his head back and led Sniper pull his mask off, his own fingers working on the other man's blue shirt. "Got better things you can do with your mouth than running it non-stop," Sniper growled fondly. Spyro laughed and pulled Sniper close, arms sliding around him and face tucking into the crook of his neck. He licked a stripe up to Sniper's ear and bit at the lobe. "Are you saying you want me to kiss you on the no-nos? But - but that would be GAY!" "Only if the balls touch, mate." "Yeah, but you're all about touching balls, mang." Spyro grinned as he stripped Sniper's shirt off. "You've been thinking about touching my balls all day, don't even lie." "You'd like to think that, you faggot." Sniper pushed Spyro back and rolled them both over, pinning the spy to the floor. Spyro grinned up at him, wiggling to let Sniper's hands reach the buttons of his clothes. "Yeah, keep calling me a faggot, you homo - you like being on top, don't you? Lets you pretend you're not a massive fucking queer like we both know you are." Sniper grinned back and rolled his eyes without stopping what he was doing. "You're the one who wants it up the ass, mate." "You're the one thinking about my ass all day." Spyro gasped a little as Sniper tugged his trousers down and wrapped a hand around him. "You're touching me where the bathing suit covers!" "Yeah, and I'll even let you call me daddy if you want." "Goddamn, you pervert - I knew you were into this delicious shota, but isn't incest going a little too far?" "I'll go a little too far with you, alright." Sniper took his hand away long enough to slick up his other fingers, pushing into him hard - one finger, then two, as he went back to work tugging at Spyro's cock. Spyro bit back a moan. "Daddy, no! That's the naughty zone!" "Oh, shut up. Forget I said anything, you colossal fairy." "Oh, but I like the things you say. They get me all wet in the panties." "If you're gettin' wet in your frilly lace pants, mate, it's because you're pissin' yourself." "Is that better or worse than pissing in jars? Don't answer that, mang - I'm not into watersports." "No, you're just into my cock, you homogay." Sniper pulled away again, yanking Spyro's trousers the rest of the way off and tugging his own down. "Into my cock being in you - faggot - " "Hell yeah, stick it in my pooper - fill me up with your delicious man-meat - " "I'll fill you up with delicious bloody kukri if you don't shut up - " "Oh god, Sniper, keep talking guro to me!" "Faggot - " "Queer - " "Faggot - " "Queer - " "Faggot - " "Harder, Sniper! I want you to fill me with your delicious cream!" "Fuck you," Sniper groaned, his fingers digging into Spyro's hips as the other man bucked beneath him. "You are!" "And you're loving it, assfag." Sniper pounded into him hard and fast, barely remembering to keep pulling at the other man's cock, Spyro's gloved fingers digging into his back; they both fell almost silent, just the occasional "faggot" or "queer" tossed back and forth between pants and stifled groans. Spyro came first, back arching, eyes closed, hissing between gritted teeth: "Yes, Daddy, yes!" Sniper bit him on the shoulder. "Fucking gayfag - " It wasn't long before he was coming too, as Spyro wrapped his legs around his waist, kissed him, murmured "give me that delicious man chowder" in his ear. After a moment, Spyro pushed Sniper off him and rummaged through his discarded suit jacket for a baggie. He rolled a smoke and took a long drag from it before passing it over. He sighed contentedly. "I came brix."