OH MY OH MY this is SO GOOD I am so very eager to read more of it,

Usually a fic like this would annoy me...

But dear God is this ever done right.

I love it. Moar please.

It's possible that Sniper smelled RED on Spy's mask since he probably not washed it before meeting with the Sniper.

Also, OP, you are killing me here with that hurt, lonely Sniper. It is a slow, lovely pain. Please update soon.

Thank you so much for the kind words and criticisms. I hope you all like the update, I'd be happy to hear from you!

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If a gale could howl through the showers it would have been appropriate at that moment. Spy could see Sniper’s nostrils flaring and the bushman turned back toward the bench, where Spy’s clothes were folded neatly in a pile. Spy wondered how he couldn’t have seen what Sniper really was before. Once he knew… it was obvious. His eyes, the scar down his face, the way he moved, it was obvious that Sniper belonged in the wild.

Sniper’s hands were clenched into fists but he didn’t make a move toward or away from Spy.

“He has been trying to recruit me to help him catch the Wolf.”

Sniper’s breathing froze and Spy didn’t feel any satisfaction from the flash of fear that skittered across Sniper’s features. He thought it would feel good to have Sniper be the one feeling afraid for once, but it left Spy feeling empty.

“Oh.”

His voice sounded hollow. It made Spy feel like the worst, slimiest maggot in the dirt. He squeezed his towel.

“I’m not going to tell him.” Spy glared at the tiles, unable to look Sniper in the eye. “What you are… doesn’t change the fact that you’re on my team, and my contract labels me as a BLU as well. Whether or not people believe me because of my profession, I’m not a traitor.”

When Spy looked up, Sniper was offering his hand. Spy told himself that the only reason he took it was because he didn’t trust his legs to support him and not because he’d missed the feel of Sniper’s calloused hands.

Sniper let him go as soon as Spy was on his feet. Spy went to the bench and pulled on his clothes, not looking over his shoulder to check and see if Sniper was watching. Spy knew he was. He lit a cigarette as he headed out, when he heard a deep rumble.

“Thank you.”

Spy didn’t turn around, and he imaged that the voice came from the dark, where the only thing you could see were bright blue eyes and shining teeth. He blew out smoke and told himself he was imagining the Wolf’s breath on his neck.

“You’re welcome.”

He left and when he went to sleep he didn’t have a nightmare.

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It was a long series of weeks where Spy never felt like he slept long enough. Every day he felt more tired than the last no matter how much sleep he ended up getting. On Friday, Spy felt himself making more mistakes than he was comfortable with. He’d just barely dodged the RED Pyro, and when he turned the corner he came face-to-face with the RED Spy.

The hesitation between them both was unprofessional and would gather suspicion if they had an audience. The RED Spy whipped out his knife, and Spy did too—except he dropped his into the sand. He grimaced and got ready for the blade he deserved in his chest.

Three cracking shots rang out and heat seared past Spy’s head.

When time caught up to Spy, he saw his enemy counter-part on the ground, his head strewn out over the sand from three bullets that had roared through the flesh and bone. Spy didn’t have to turn around to know that it had been Sniper. He kept moving and at the end of the day, no team came out as the clear victor. Spy had a few cuts and bruises. He saw that Sniper had a large gash on his forehead; he kept wiping blood out of his eyes.

Usually, after a fight, Medic would be fussing over the most injured and dragging them to the Infirmary. Spy had been on the receiving end of Medic’s scrutinizing eyes more time than he could count. However, Medic didn’t even glance at Sniper and the blood running down his face. Instead, Medic snatched Spy’s wrist, bloodied and bruised, and clucked his tongue.

“Come with me.”

Medic shoved Spy down on a chair and was cutting away Spy’s sleeves before the Frenchman could stop him. Spy hissed as Medic poured alcohol over the wounds and he managed to keep himself from jerking his hand back. Medic was wrapping the gauze around Spy’s wrist when Spy thought about the blood dripping down Sniper’s face and how Medic didn’t even look at him.

“When did you see the Wolf?”

Medic’s hands paused. At first, Spy thought the doctor wouldn’t answer him. Medic wasn’t afraid to tell someone to mind their own business. Instead, Medic sighed and continued wrapping Spy’s wounds.

“It was my second week. It was a long time ago… and Respawn had glitches.” Spy’s blood went cold and Medic caught his eyes long enough to curl his lips in a humorless smirk. “One could never be sure if they were going to come back. We did our best not to die until they got it sorted out… but death, as you know, doesn’t warn you ahead of time when it is coming.”

The doctor paused, and when he turned away, Spy let him have a brief moment before he sat up in the chair.

“What happened?”

Medic’s shoulders slumped.

“We were overwhelmed. I was separated from the group, and for a while, with all the noise and blood—it was impossible to find them. It sounds ludicrous but you understand.” Spy nodded. He did understand. “The first person I found was Heavy, and he was almost dead. I put the Medigun on him, but it would take several minutes to get him walking again. On the battlefield, we don’t have seconds, let along minutes. The enemy Soldier and Pyro caught us—and that was when…”

He stopped and looked away before turning on the sink. Medic ran his hands under the water and Spy lit a cigarette.

“That’s when the Wolf rescued you.”

Medic turned around quickly, his eyes icy.

“Wild animals don’t rescue anyone. They can not be trusted and they can not be controlled.” Medic wiped his hands off on his slacks and grimaced. “I don’t care how many of us it has saved.”

Spy stood up.

“Is that why you don’t treat Sniper?”

Medic jumped like an electrical shock went through him. When the Medic turned toward Spy his face was grey. German slipped out of his mouth, too soft to make out but Spy could hear the terror in Medic’s voice. Medic’s mouth moved but his breath was thin, every noise that managed to escape his lips were hoarse wheezes.

Spy watched him panic, then quickly get a grip on himself. Medic turned and ran his fingers through his dark hair, which was starting to go grey at the sides. His breathing evened out, and when he turned his eyes held their usual cold, hard gaze.

“Is he aware you know?” Spy nodded, and Medic’s frown deepened, making him look years older. “You’ll keep this conversation between us?”

Spy dipped his head down.

“Of course.”

Medic snapped his gloves back on.

“Good. Now get out of my Infirmary.”

Spy strode out of the office, almost running into Heavy on his way out. He heard the Russian call out Medic’s name, knowing that something was wrong. Heavy looked back to Spy, but he could either chase after the Frenchman or stay with Medic.

Heavy stayed, just as Spy knew he would.

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Spy smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes as he kept mulling over the facts.

The RED Spy was right. The rules from the outside world didn’t apply in the war they were caught up in. Protecting an ally was different, and so was bringing down the enemy. In a place where death didn’t factor in, different factors had to be taken into account to make a man remember what it was like to feel fear.

Companionship was not something Spy was used to. Spies, after all, were not known for making and keeping friends. But it was almost impossible not to find a kinship with his men. It made them fight better, when they were able to know how the other would move, what weaknesses they all held. Spy knew that he wasn’t immune to it, the constant company of his teammates. He could tell when Soldier would throw him out of a blast zone or when Pyro knew exactly what food to make for Spy when Spy wasn’t feeling well.

Spy knew all of Demoman’s songs, a mixture of English and slurred drunken murmurs. He knew that Heavy was smarter than he let on to be, and that Medic would sometimes look at Heavy in such a way that Spy would avert his eyes to give that intimacy the privacy it deserved. He would help Scout figure out different ways to say, “I’m okay,” in his letters to his mother. Even Engineer would adjust Spy’s watch after a rough fight.

The stars were out, and Spy remembered he’d once slept with a man who, after they’d spent all night making love, pointed to each constellation and recited their name and meaning. Spy could never see anything more than the beautiful, scattered stars, no matter how many times that man said the shape they were supposed to make.

Spy’s boots crunched against the sand.

The team shared secrets with each other. But Spy, and the Medic as well, were aware of one secret that trumped any drunken slip of the tongue.

He crushed his last cigarette under his heel and knocked on the flimsy door.

The first thing Spy learned in his career was that fear was something to be squashed at any cost. There would always be an anxiety, of getting caught, but true fear made a man weak.

Spy would not allow himself to become weak.

The door opened, and Sniper’s aviators slid down his nose when his eyes landed on Spy. A crisp wind blew right through Spy’s bones. Sniper inhaled sharply, and Spy wondered what the Australian could smell on him. Spy shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“It’s cold out. Invite me in.”

Sniper’s lips curled into a crooked but wary smile.

“As you wish, spook.”

The man stepped to the side, and Spy didn’t let himself hesitate before going inside.

TBC

Perfect fanfic? You've made it

OM NOM NOM NOM <3 Was so happy to see an update >:D

You probably shouldn't use emotes like that here anon 38. Its frowned upon and makes you look like you aren't old enough to be on this site. Just giving you a heads up for future posting.

I physically cannot stop myself re-reading this fanfiction over and over. This is the standard I now judge all other fanfics by!

This is just a polite reminder to please type "sage" into the email field if the fic hasn't been updated for a few days or more. I was very excited at the thought that this fic had updated, but it hadn't been.

It is one of the greatest ones I've read here so far, though!

There are definitely grammatical errors and awkward sentences (even whole paragraphs) in this fic, but I do really like the story.

I love this fanfiction! Sniper has a certain wild charm and i‘ve never seen spy from your point of view, he‘s much more sensible than I imagined. Well done!

fyi, serena, it's considered polite to type "sage" (without the quotations) in the email box when replying to a fic that hasn't been updated within the past few days. This will prevent it from being bumped to the top of the page, and people being disappointed to find out it wasn't an update...I know I certainly was.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
I'm dying here! This fic is so delicious, must... read... more..! This fic is officially bookmarked!

Ah, all of my hopes raised and dashed in an instant. I'm so impatient for this fic to update- I can't decide whether I love or hate this writer for being so amazing and making me so completely obsessed!

SAGE PEOPLE, SAGE!!

Aww, thanks for the comments, guys. Sorry it took me so long to update, I was flying back to my home. Let me know what you think of the update, all comments are welcome!

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The floor to the camper creaked and Spy took everything in as fast as he could. The canned food, the single photo Sniper had was of his parents, the rest were postcards—a collection of the places he’d traveled. No mementos from a friend or lover.

Sniper was a man who was used to being alone.

Spy turned and Sniper was leaning against the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The pose was trying to be casual, but Spy could see the tightness in Sniper’s jaw that betrayed that casual stance. He wondered what Sniper could see in his posture, if he could tell that under Spy’s glove his knuckles were white.

“How long have you been,” Spy refused to let the fact that his throat was bone-dry stop from finishing his sentence, “the way you are?”

Sniper shrugged, but he still didn’t move away from the door.

“Whole life, I reckon. It’s not something that the folks exactly want to talk about around the dinner table.” Sniper rubbed his nose. “It’s voluntary, before you ask. No need to wait for full moons.”

Sniper smiled and Spy found himself slowly returning it. Spy swallowed and it felt like his heart was a roll of thunder hidden in his chest.

“What’s it like?” Spy refrained from taking out another cigarette because he couldn’t trust his hands to be still enough to light it. “When you’re the Wolf… what’s it like?”

At first, Sniper’s expression went blank and Spy wondered if he’d gone too far before Sniper grinned crookedly.

“Funny… I’ve never had to put it into words before.” He ducked his head down and Spy was shocked to see that the man’s cheeks were red. “No one’s ever asked me that before. Um… how to put this…” There was a brief pause, and Spy couldn’t remember a time the world had been so quiet. “It’s simpler when I’m in that form. My sense of smell is better, and I’m faster. I can protect people better. I can smell them… what they’re feeling.” Sniper’s eyes slipped shut. “It feels like… when you take your clothes off after a long day.”

It shouldn’t have been such a shock to see Sniper so… open. It made Spy’s skin hum and remember what it was like to be under the man’s body, letting Sniper’s calloused fingers drag down his skin. Spy bit his tongue to get a hold of himself, the pain bringing him back to the situation at hand.

“May I… may I see it?” Sniper opened his eyes. Spy forced the words out, not letting his nerves get the best of him. “If I see it happening, it wouldn’t be such a shock the next time I see it on the field.”

Sniper pushed himself off of the door.

“It’s me. Not ‘it,’ me.”

“Fine.” Spy didn’t care that the air felt thinner. “The next time I see you on the field it won’t be so jarring.” Spy shrugged and prayed it looked genuine. “We’ll do better in this war if we work well together.”

Sniper smiled, his lips pressed tightly together.

“My sense of smell is still better than most.” He rubbed his nose. “You’re scared.”

The Australian’s smile faded, and Spy sighed.

“I don’t want to be scared anymore… that’s why I want to see you.”

Spy hoped that Sniper wouldn’t kick him out. If the other man asked Spy to leave, he would. He’d leave and they would never speak to each other again. Spy told himself he needed to get over his fear, but a traitorous part of Spy knew that he wanted to speak to Sniper again more than anything. Sniper’s fingers hit Spy’s chest.

“Stay right where you are.” Sniper stepped back, toward where his cramped bed was, and slid off his vest as he began to unbutton his shirt. He let the shirt fall to the ground before he slid off his belt and kicked off his boots. Spy’s heartbeat kicked it up a notch as Sniper slid off his jeans and briefs in one go. “It gets pretty cramped.”

Sniper closed his eyes and crouched down on the floor. At first, nothing happened, and Spy’s dry lips parted to ask if something was wrong—and then it started. Sniper’s muscles bulged and his bones cracked and snapped in a way that made Spy’s stomach twist. Sniper let out a choked cry, one that Spy was sure he’d swallowed many times before. His nails grew longer, and when his jaws snapped his face was far from human.

In a matter of seconds, Sniper went from being a human to taking the form of a beast. Hot breath blew over Spy’s shoes and shocking blue eyes peered at him. Spy couldn’t move, and the Wolf, no, Sniper didn’t move either. Then his tail wagged and the Wolf’s jaws hung open, his red tongue lolling gently in the air. Sniper barked, and Spy started to laugh.

“Did you just bark at me?” Sniper barked again and Spy smiled. “Do you bark at all your friends or am I just special?”

When the Wolf rolled his eyes, Spy knew that his friend was fully conscious and aware of his actions. Spy took off his gloves and tucked them into his pocket. Sniper took a step forward, and Spy extended his hand. Sniper’s cold nose nudged at his fingers and Spy let his hand smooth over the fur on Sniper’s head. It’s prickly or coarse. In fact, Spy couldn’t remember ever feeling something so soft before.

Spy let himself slide down to his knees, Sniper’s nose nuzzling his neck and shoulder as Spy’s fingers carded through that soft, black hair. Sniper nuzzled Spy’s cheek before licking him, making Spy laugh. He kept petting Sniper until his shoulders weren’t wound so tightly and his heartbeat was at a comfortable, easy-going pace.

With Sniper’s head in his lap, Spy scratching behind his ears so that Sniper’s long tail wagged—he felt happy.

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The following week was a strange one. The war didn’t change much, the violence was just as brutal, and the days were impossibly long. The battles went on and at the end of the day Spy only had enough energy to drag himself to the showers before bed. He barely saw Sniper; he mostly felt his bullets fly past him to clear the path once Spy came back with the enemy’s intelligence.

Spy’s knee popped and he paused, stopping to rub it. He heard the sand crunch under boots and he smiled when a wine bottle waved itself in front of him.

“Picked this up for ya.” Spy took the bottle and something swelled in his chest when he saw the brand. It was French, his favorite make. “Took a lot of calls, but I thought you’d—”

It didn’t take long for Spy to check that they were alone outside before he pulled Sniper into a kiss.

He felt Sniper’s face drop with surprise before quickly smiling and drawing Spy in closer. They hadn’t so much as touched since Sniper’s canine head had been in Spy’s lap. Spy could tell that Sniper had wanted to touch him, to pull him aside to see where they stood.

Spy let the man dangle, smiling at him during team meetings but never going further than a friendly nod or pat on the shoulder.

Weathered but gentle fingertips pushed Spy back, and once his back brushed against the side of the fort, Spy pulled away. He licked his lower lip and he shivered when Sniper followed the movement with his eyes. The other man looked… hungry.

“Find material that’s strong enough to hold you down.” Sniper perked up, completely focused on Spy. “I have a feeling that, for you, rope breaks easily.”

Sniper flashed Spy a crooked smile.

“You want to tie me up? I didn’t know you were into that, spook.”

Spy shrugged, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

“I like to think I’m open-minded.” Spy pushed Sniper away, his arm shaking. “And, for once, I’d like to be the one in control. Every time I get too close to you I can’t think straight—”

Sniper groaned and his cheeks turned bright red. Spy felt his lips twitching up into a smile as Sniper dragged his hands down his face.

“Ah, it’s my bloody fault, it’s the pheromones. I didn’t mean to—”

Spy rolled his eyes.

“Don’t apologize now. Save it for later.” Sniper’s eyes widened and Spy fought not to lose himself in how blue they were. “Get the binds, take off your clothes, and find a way to tie yourself to your bed. I don’t care how you do it, I’m sure you’ll find a way. Wait for me. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Spy winked, and turned and left Sniper with his mouth hanging open. He went inside dodged Scout and Pyro chasing each other around the kitchen. He slipped past the Soldier and Demo’s poker game and walked past the Infirmary where the door cracked open to reveal Heavy petting Medic’s birds.

Spy went to the shower and turned on all the showerheads. He took his time when it came to cleaning himself. He let the water clear his head, and he dragged his soapy fingers over his face, neck, and chest.

He felt as though he were, what was the expression… turning over a new leaf. He was conquering his fear. He was taking control. Spy closed his eyes. If he was stuck in the desert he might as well have some fun. He turned off the water and dried himself off.

Smoke filled his lungs as he walked through the now quiet base. He took his time; there wasn’t any need to rush. He listened to the men go to the showers. He was silent as he stepped across the sand, to the quiet, lit up camper. He gripped the handle and his eyebrows shot up when it gave under his hand.

The Australian had left the door open.

Spy opened the door and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, toeing off his boots and leaving them in the pile of clothes already on the floor. The shoddy curtains that drew off the bed from the rest of the camper were drawn. Spy smiled and let his fingers run over the material before he yanked it back.

It was better than he’d hoped. Sniper’s ankles were free, but thick metal cords bound his wrists, the kind that Spy had seen in Engineer’s workshop. Sniper’s cheeks were flushed and his glasses slid down his nose as he lifted his head up to see Spy. There were no bedposts, but Spy quickly figured out that Sniper had looped the metal under the mattress. He smiled and ran his gloved fingers along the inside of Sniper’s bare ankle.

“Stealing from the Engineer… he’ll be cross.”

Sniper smiled and let his head hit the pillow.

“He won’t miss ‘em.”

They shared amused grins before Spy squeezed Sniper’s big toe.

“So… you were saying something about pheromones.” Spy relished Sniper’s scarlet face and the way he twitched because he was unable to move away from Spy’s scrutiny. “Tell me more.”

TBC

Why did you stop there you cruel, cruel person.

This fic is hot, suspenseful, wonderful characterization it's the whole shebang.

I can't get over how perfect it is

Gah... I'm embarrassed at how cute I found that to be. I always imagine that Sniper secretly likes having his head stroked, his hair patted.

I noticed your name is mia6363, would you...happen to be the same mia6363 that writes supernatural fanfics?

This fic does THINGS to me. I can't wait for more.

Sniper is incapacitated and tied down. I know this bit was sexy and wonderful, but I can't help the foreboding feeling in my gut about that one little fact.

Hey, mia6363. Just a little note of encouragement to say that I miss seeing this update and I'd LOVE to see more. I dunno if you will even see this or not, since I will make sure to sage.

I would love to see more of this fic. I'm really hooked on it and it would be a shame to see it be unfinished.

@56. Why didn't you sage?! I thought there was an update.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! That moment of happiness... ruined!

Nooooooo. I was so looking forward to a Halloween (almost) update for this fic. WHY?!

Am I a terrible person when I want the RED Spy to appear next to the BLU one?

Sorry about that, I didn't know what 'sage' is so I had to look it up. I never post or comments on places like this.

Still no update? ;-;

Why did you give me such a false hope ? You're cruel...

Oh my goodness. Thank you for reading my mind....I wanted to write/read a Sniper-wolf fic, and I managed to stumble onto this .Keep up the good work.

Dear god. Please stop breaking my heart, people. This is my favorite fic on the 'chan currently and it needs to stop not-being-saged.

For those who do not know how to sage, type the word "sage" into the email field when you post. PLEASE do not type anything else there unless this fic starts to update again.

plssss update this wonderful story

Why would you stop RIGHT FRIGGIN THAR????? please update

>>67 Ok, I want you to look at the date on your post, now look at the date of the person who posted above you. More importantly, look at the last time the OP updated the story. Is it more than a week? Then you need to SAGE. Sage will keep the rest of us from feeling our little fuzzy hearts being ripped out by a not-update.

Sage is done by typing the word "sage" in the box labeled "email".

I highly recommend using this to your advantage.

My heart...it is so broken... why would you do this to us? Why? Come back, OP!

Crying inwardly. Also, anon #68, thanks for clarifying the points I missed on how to sage. Perhaps it will be used properly in the future.

I don't know if commenting helps the author want to write more or not, but just in case... here's a haiku:

I really need this
I think I'm not alone here
I beg you come back?

come back pweeze we miss you

Hey guys, I'm sorry it's been such a long time, real life took over. And to those who asked, yes, I am the mia6363 on livejournal. I hope you all enjoy the update, I hope there aren't a lot of errors, but I'm running on low fuel right now. Please leave comments and criticisms.

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Looking down at Sniper gave Spy an immense feeling of power, one that was almost overwhelming. Spy settled over the Australian, sitting on the man’s legs. He rubbed Sniper’s knees, watching his eyes flutter shut as he savored the sensation.

“I just—” Spy dug his thumb into Sniper’s thigh and Sniper’s hoarse voice tapered off into a whimper. “Mm, I wanted to let you know that I can still break free of these whenever I want.” Sniper’s teeth flashed in a wide grin. “There would be a few seconds of delay.”

“But I want you to stay right here.”

Spy kept his fingers on Sniper’s bare chest. Sniper nodded.

“Then here I will stay, spook.”

Spy watched as Sniper stretched within his binds, studying the movement of his muscles. He licked his lips and massaged Sniper’s thighs lazily.

“You still have not answered my question, bushman.” Spy watched the color in Sniper’s cheeks flourish and spread down his neck and chest. “You mentioned something about pheromones.”

Sniper groaned, turning his head to the side like he was embarrassed but couldn’t hide.

“When I get… excited,” Spy raised his eyebrows at that and it didn’t help Sniper’s red face, “I sometimes… can influence people’s actions through… pheromones.”

Spy pulled back his fingers back. He couldn’t help the speed and ferocity of his thoughts—how strange it seemed to him that he was so easily affected by the Sniper just from first looking at him. Every night had been riddled with one vivid sexual dream after the other. He practically begged for Sniper when it came down to it…

“All of that… lust, that was not me?”

The thing was, Spy knew his taste in men. It was varied, and he would sleep with whomever the directive steered him to be with—but personally, Spy admired strong men. He admired them from afar because with strong men came a certain risk. Weaker, more lithe men, they made Spy more comfortable. He liked to be in control… but Sniper stripped away his control.

And it had felt good.

It was intoxicating, for once, being pursued and not playing the role of the initiator. Spy was used to making other men shiver, he wasn’t accustomed for his own legs to turn to jelly.

“Nah… but if you hadn’t been interested it just would have made you sick.” Sniper’s eyes were still dark and blown out, but the small smile he had was gone. “If you weren’t,” the bushman grimaced, “compatible with me, you would have been switched out because you would have been vomiting so badly.”

The last sentence out of Sniper’s mouth amused Spy, but the lonely tone made Spy hold in his laughter. He wrapped his hand around Sniper’s semi-flagged erection and squeezed, making Sniper’s breath hitch.

“Adolescence must have been atrocious for you.” Sniper’s responding chuckle was hollow, and Spy kissed the corner of Sniper’s mouth. “When I came here, I didn’t expect anything like this.”

Spy’s hand reached for the jar of Vaseline tilting dangerously on the windowsill. He got off of Sniper, who moaned in protest, but quickly swallowed it when he saw Spy strip out of his shirt after he put the Vaseline on the mattress.

“Oooh, do you have to do it so fast?” Sniper licked his lips as Spy removed his own belt and stepped out of his pants. “No show?”

“No time for a show.” Once Spy was naked, he straddled Sniper’s hips and dipped his fingers into the Vaseline. “I need you to fuck me.”

Spy reached behind himself and began to open himself up, hissing as he did so. Sniper slammed his head back.

“Spook, your killin’ me.”

It was a stretch and burn, but Spy moved as fast as he could without actually hurting himself. He crooked his fingers until an electric jolt shot up his body. He felt his back arch and heard Sniper’s whimper, but it sounded far away as Spy allowed himself to momentarily lose himself to pleasure.

By the time Spy was adequately prepared Sniper was a trembling mess and the metal cords were creaking perilously. Spy wasn’t much better, his arms shaking as he lowered himself onto Sniper until he was full. It felt so good that Spy felt like he was staring into the sun after a dark winter. He rocked his hips and Sniper arched up to meet him, his eyes glassy.

“Please, please, spook—” Spy’s leg’s quivered and he reached down to stroke his erection, and Sniper growled, his eyes shining brightly. Sniper began to thrust up into him until Spy could barely breathe. Sniper’s teeth snapped together, his eyes hotter than magma. “Next time—next time, you French bastard, I will be doing that to you—”

His snarled promise was cut off when Sniper’s orgasm crashed upon him. The feeling of Sniper pulsing inside of Spy made Spy’s fist fly over his cock until he too was coming, intimate words tumbling out of his lips. Spy slumped over, his whole body shaking as his forehead rested on Sniper’s shoulder.

Spy came back down to earth with Sniper kissing his temple. Spy shifted and felt Sniper’s arms around him. He grunted and he felt Sniper smile against his cheek.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind if I freed myself.” Spy nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Sniper brought up a sheet and stretched. “What does jay temme mean?”

Years of training had Spy learn to keep his breathing in the correct rhythm.

“Je t’aime?”

Sniper nodded.

“Yeah. You were saying it before… and after, when we…” Sniper broke off with a chuckle. Spy laughed too even though he was pretty sure his heart stopped beating. “I wouldn’t mind you fallin’ asleep here, but the team tends to get up early—”

Spy sat up and stretched, ignoring how his chest constricted when he saw Sniper watching him hungrily. Spy pulled on his pants and his arm was through one of his shirtsleeves when Sniper sat up swiftly. Sniper’s tongue licked up Spy’s neck until his teeth dug into his skin. Spy’s spent cock twitched in his trousers as the flickers of pain and pleasure bloomed under his skin.

Sniper pulled back and winked.

“Somethin’ to remember me by.” Spy stood and was slipping on his shoes when Sniper spoke again. “Oi, you never told me what that French stuff meant.”

Spy smiled a smile so deceptively honest that a politician would have been envious. He winked.

“Such dirty things shouldn’t be said aloud.”

Sniper laughed and Spy’s smile fell off his face as soon as he was out the door.

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Spy burned through five cigarettes on the roof of the base. The night was late, right between night and morning with a crack of sunlight peeking above the mountain line. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on how to get his hands to stop shaking.

The words kept echoing in his head. Je t’aime. Je t’aime. Je t’aime. Je t’aime. The words weren’t new for him, he’d said them many times before, professionally and unprofessionally. All those times, Spy had never meant it.

Yet, he meant it with Sniper. And he knew that he couldn’t have made a more massive mistake.

He lit up another cigarette when a gun clicked and the RED Spy shimmered out of the darkness.

“Love, mon ami?” The gun barrel was inches away from Spy’s forehead. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with wild animals?”

TBC

you don't understand how much i love you

There aren't words in the dictionary to tell you how ecstatic I was to see this updated.

We missed you!

Oh my gosh! I've been waiting for this for so long! Thank you for the wonderful update, but SHAME ON YOU for ending it there! How am I supposed to be able to wait for the next update?

Oh my gosh! I've been waiting for this for so long! Thank you for the wonderful update, but SHAME ON YOU for ending it there! How am I supposed to be able to wait for the next update?

I cannot express in words the love and envy I have for your writing skills, your plot building, your vocabulary and your story-building. Please, please keep writing. You're so talented, and this is just- wow. Amazing. Can't wait for the next part.

OH OHhhhh ....so happy for an update. I love animalistic half human monsters and all that, and love it mixed with TF2 when done well, and this is indeed done well! I'm not even a fan of werewolf type things usually.

A crit though, nothing to do with your story - is a problem with a lot of your dialogue lead outs. You often have one person talk but then put an action of the OTHER person right after, and then mix the actions of both people in the same sentences. One is accustomed to hearing an action of the SPEAKER right after the speaking (because yes using actions instead of 'he said she said' all the time is GREAT, when done to actually refer to the action of the speaker). Stuff like:

“Adolescence must have been atrocious for you.” Sniper’s responding chuckle was hollow, and Spy kissed the corner of Sniper’s mouth. “When I came here, I didn’t expect anything like this.”

By the fact it's a Sniper action in ref to the speaking my brain thinks it is Sniper speaking, but then my brain adjusts and by the situation I assume it must be Spy speaking, and it's jarring and takes me out of the moment. And by the last statement I am all confused and to be honest do not know if that is Spy or Sniper saying that.

“Please, please, spook—” Spy’s leg’s quivered and he reached down to stroke his erection, and Sniper growled, his eyes shining brightly. Sniper began to thrust up into him until Spy could barely breathe. Sniper’s teeth snapped together, his eyes hotter than magma. “Next time—next time, you French bastard, I will be doing that to you—”

This one especially jarred me cause it is obviously Sniper saying 'spook' but then it is referring to Spy doing things after the speaking, then my brain isn't sure WHO's erection is being stroked (Spy doing his own or Sniper's?), when it says 'he reached down to stroke his erection' because by the end of the /same/ sentence it is Sniper actions. As you mix these things it just makes you have to /stop to think/ when you should be in the flow of the moment - you shouldn't HAVE to stop to think if it was structured right.

Try to separate actions / speaking of separate people into separate paragraphs / sentences more, is my basic writing crit I am trying to say, but I gave these specific examples in case you didn't get what I meant :) Thanks!

Woah it updated! Jubilation!

Seconding Lithe's crit. I had to reread the erection stroking sentence several times before I figured out whose was being stroked by whom (although I should have figured out that Sniper wasn't doing the stroking by virtue of the context, but shhhh).

Still! Marvelous as usual! Please continue

Spy has been caught?!

OP, you had my curiosity, then you had my attention, and now you will have a stalker.

this is easily my favourite fanfic on here, it's so well written. i hope it updates one day.