It's been a while since I tried to just write PwP. ::::: Shower, brush teeth thoroughly, dress in clean clothes and comb hair neatly. I never really understood why I had to do all this; it’s all going to be wasted as soon as I get to his room. I knock twice, and wait for his reply. After a moment of waiting, it comes and I enter silently. It’s what’s expected of me. Without waiting for instruction, I start stripping. I toe off my shoes and place them neatly next to the door, roll down my socks and fold them across my shoes. My pants come off and hang neatly on a hanger for that exact purpose, followed by my underwear—not even worn for half an hour—and my shirt and undershirt. I consider taking off the wraps on my hands, but leave them. Even though he always bitches about the texture, I know he likes them on. He’s kind of a dramatic asshole, and has a curtain strung up between his door and the rest of the room. He says it’s for when Soldier busts in and he’s got his mask off, but I think he just likes to imagine me getting undressed instead of actually watching. Perverts are weird that way. I stretch and grin as I walk around the curtain and wink at him. “Hey, babe, miss me?†“Hm?†He barely glances up from the book he’s reading, but he can’t fool me anymore. He always acts like he doesn’t want any of this when I come in, but by the time I leave, he’s practically begging me to stay. His eyes linger on me, taking me in before he turns them back down to his book. “Yes, I did.†He says and uncrosses his legs. I pause in the middle of the room and wait for the invitation. After a few moments of patiently standing there buck-ass nude with my hands on my hips, he turns a page and pats his lap, shifting his hands and book out of the way so that I’ll have room to perch. I sit sideways, making sure that my ass is right over his dick, and wrap my arms around his neck. His eyes are still following the words on the page, and my jaw clenches. Ugh. I fuckin’ hate this guy. “Yo.†I press my lips to his, but don’t get a response, and pull back with a pout. “Hey, if you don’t pay attention to me, I’m not going to suck your dick. Put the book away.†“That’s fine.†His mouth tugs in a hint of a smirk, and he wraps his arms around me, reading past my shoulder. A pissed off noise escapes my throat, and he licks his thumb before turning a page. “Well… there are other ways I can enjoy myself with you.†“Fuck… fine. You think that book is so much better than me? I’ll go find Sniper or something; at least he’ll drop everything to let me pound his ass.†I shift my weight like I’m gonna get up, and his arms tighten around me. “I did not say for you to leave.†The way he says it chills me to the core and my cock throbs against my thigh. He wants me, I can feel it through his pants, but he has to make a display of himself before we can fuck. “I know you didn’t.†I shift so that I’m sitting up a little more in his lap, and can reach him. I nuzzle him and kiss the skin of his neck, trying to get some sort of reaction. Even though his face stays the same, I can feel a reaction in his pants, and that just makes me bolder. He can’t still be reading… can he? I shift my position so that I’m straddling his legs. He hasn’t shaved yet, and I can feel the grit of stubble beneath my tongue as I lick from his chin up to his jaw. He lowers the book momentarily, and I lave my tongue against his earlobe before his thumb cuts in and he rubs the pad of it against my tongue. Before I get the chance to suck on it, his hand is already descending on that fucking book again, and he turns the page. Fucking…! My cock is hard and already leaking all over his fancy pants, something he’s gotten used to because he just likes to fuck around with his clothes on before we actually get down to it. I want to knock that book down, storm out and find Sniper and shove him up against something so I can fuck him senseless. Instead, I pull a hand down from around his neck and palm his crotch. He doesn’t push me away, or say anything about asking permission, so I roll with it, unzipping his pants and pulling him out into the open. He’s hot in my hand, and I can smell his musk over his cologne, and it just drives me up the wall. “Fuck off, I’ll just do it myself, then.†I hiss, my heart racing as I finally get to rub myself against his skin. A soft groan escapes me, and I wrap my hand around us both, my other arm still clinging to his neck. I hear a flutter of pages, and a thump on the floor behind me. His hands clutch my shoulders, and I brace for him to push me away and give me a lecture about the whole master and toy pitch he’s been trying to push on me. Instead, he just gasps my class title, and I feel my heart just fucking stop. I lick my lips and start thrusting my hips with the movement of my hand, groaning at the added pleasure and nipping his bottom lip as I rest my cheek on his shoulder. His head is tilted down, watching my hand move over us and finally letting the lust creep in to color his cheeks and tremble his jaw. I give him a little breathless groan and roll my hips against him, my balls brush his through his underwear, and I hear his breath catch. “Hah… you’re finally going to watch what I’m doing?†I ask, thumbing his head and removing my hand long enough to lick the sweat and musky fluid from my thumb. My hips are still moving against his, and his hands drop from my shoulders. He presses his lips to mine, and bites my lip as he pulls away. “Watching sounds too… stagnant for my tastes.†His hands grip my ass, and I grin, thinking he’s finally going to turn me around in his lap and fuck me. Instead, he picks me up and takes the few short steps to his bed. “Ugh, you never let me have sex in the chair.†I growl, bucking my hips against his as soon as he’s poised above me. “I bet you’ve been horny this whole time, you bastard.†I give him a particularly hard thrust and watch the way his face reacts with a wicked grin. “Teasing me… you’re always doing this shit.†“Yes…†he’s a little breathless, and it’s like a pat on the back for me. “Well, it does make the time we’re together last longer, doesn’t it?†He smirks and begins undoing the buttons of his shirt as he tries to pull away. I lock my legs around him and reel him back in, grinding up against him hard. “Nope… no way, man. You had your chance to get undressed.†I reach up to grab his shirt and pull him down on top of me. “You wasted it.†When I try to roll us over, he grabs my wrists and forces them down on the bed. “I’ve given you liberties so far today…†His tone makes me swallow, and my body feels hotter with each word. “… just to see how you would deal with them.†Ugh. “Now…†My cock throbs, and I thrust my hips up, making the saddest fucking noises ever snarling at his unforgiving tone. “You’re going to lie here while I undress. Touch yourself, but not too much… you know what I’ll do if I’m not satisfied with your actions.†Yeah, you’ll make me respawn and get it up all over again. I stay silent and watch him move away. My hand drifts down to tease my inner thigh, but I don’t have to do much to stay this painfully erect. Just watching him methodically strip down is enough to keep me nice and needy for him. His shirt is the first to go, then his undershirt. His stained pants are hung neatly, seams matched and folded at precisely the right place over the hanger. Then his underwear is gone, and last of all, his socks are neatly folded over the hanger with his pants. God, how can he keep such a straight face when his cock is that hard? He returns to me, and I barely noticed that my hand had circled my own erection while I watched. I suck in a deep breath and withdraw my hand to my thigh, and then slowly lay it back down on the bed where he’d had it. My mind is racing, and I hope he’ll take this position as an apology. If he sends me through respawn, I’m going straight to Sniper. The shit he puts me through is ridiculous. I keep coming back, though. I let the breath I was holding hiss out when he opens his bedside table’s drawer and pulls out the tube of lubricant. I’m silent, I know he’s already annoyed, and we’ve been through this too many times for me to fuck it up now. Words build up in my throat, but I save them for when he’s wiggling his fingers into me. He doesn’t hold my actions against me then. He takes his time smearing the stuff over his fingers, and silently directs me to a new position on the bed. I don’t know if I should be proud or ashamed of how easily I follow the movements of his fingers. It takes too long for him to be over me and sliding his fingers in, starting with two and pulling noise from me. He chuckles and twists them, enjoying the curses and eager little things that spill past my lips. When he gets the third finger in, I try to move one of my hands down to stroke myself, but the bastard grabs my wrist and forces it back down. “Don’t test me.†He whispers and forces his fingers up and around to brush against that spot that makes me want to dig my heels into the sheets and thrust up against anything but air—anything to get a little friction and finally come all over him and these clean-ass sheets. I close my eyes in an attempt to hold back. If I could just overpower him for a few seconds and keep him there until I come—before he pulls a knife or gun out of hiding… I’ve tried it before, but it never works. “There.†He finally sounds satisfied, and leaves an empty ache in me when he withdraws his fingers. The slick slurp of him slathering lubricant on his cock drives me crazy, and I can just see it melting on contact with him in my mind. I know it’ll be better if I ask for it, but I still have some pride. I take a deep breath and steel myself as the bed shifts, and I open my eyes just as he arranges my legs over his shoulders and carefully begins to push in. My hips jolt back, trying to take more of him in and get the last of the stretching over with, but he slaps my hip and pushes my knees toward my chest with an unsatisfied huff. “Boy, control yourself.†“God, just give it to me already. Fuck!†I groan and clench my eyes shut. So much for pride. He chuckles, though, in a better mood because of it. When he thrusts into me, I grip the sheets and dig my heels into his back. God, it’s just so… This shouldn’t feel as good as it does. He’s done teasing me now, and his need seems to match mine as he thrusts into me, sometimes only pulling out an inch or two before slamming back in and sometimes leaving me feeling empty and whimpering for his return. He touches my cock with light, quick fingers, and doesn’t start to really help me along until he’s about to come himself. “F… fuck.†I breathe, feeling his tempo pick up, both for my cock and my ass. He comes first, and the hot, sticky feel of him inside me flips the last switch before I’m spurting across my stomach and chest. “Mmm…†I groan and his hand continues to stroke me, even as he continues long, slow thrusts to make his own haze last longer. “See what happens when you shut up and behave yourself?†He tells me, finally letting my legs slip from his shoulders and shifting to lie beside me with a lewd grin. “Fuck you.†“You’d like to, wouldn’t you?†His hand ruffles my hair, and I push at it half-heartedly with a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight?†I ask, wiggling closer and tangling our legs. “Oui… I suppose you can.†His arms wrap around me, and I press my lips to his collarbone. Spy isn’t so bad when he’s not being a complete bastard.
Oop! Well, there go my panties.
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Saw this on your tumblr! I'm very happy to see it here too. Spy/Scout is forever my otp and you always write it the best.
I can totally see Spy like this in bed...great job, your characterisation is spot on :) I particularly love the line: "He chuckles and twists them, enjoying the eager little things that spill past my lips" Delicious!
holy shit for some reason i read the thing about the mask and i was picturing pyro till the very last line now i don't know which i like more, pyro or spy, tbh
>>4 I don't know about best, but I do end up writing it a lot, haha. >>6 God, this would be a great take on Pyro. S/he's always shy or bubbly. Pyro as a power-hungry dominant would just be fun to read. By the by, guys, this part takes place before the first one. POV has changed and I finally get to write my actual OTP. Yay. ::::: It’s hard to deny the body what it wants. Especially if what it wants is a slip of a boy in baseball pants a size too large and scuffed sneakers. He knocks twice before silently waiting for my answer. My privacy curtain is drawn back, and I can see his feet in the shadow beneath the door from where I lounge in my chair. He doesn’t dance and fidget like he used to—I’ve trained him too well for that. “Allez-y…†I say, just loud enough that he can hear it. The door opens, and Scout smirks at me a fraction too late when he sees the curtain isn’t hiding him. “Bonjour, Frenchie.†He runs a hand through his still-damp hair and closes the door behind him with the other. There is hesitation as he glances at his hanger dangling from the knob, and then his eyes are back on me—asking what I want of him. Good boy, but the words lodge in my throat. There can be only one thing that he would want to hide from me. “You’ve been with the bushman.†I tell him, tilting my head to the side and resting my cheek on my fist, attempting to look the picture of boredom while, inside, I’m seething. You were with the bushman without my permission. “Yeah…†He doesn’t bother lying. He knows it will only make things worse for him, after all. “Why?†I sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes. I want him so badly. We hadn’t had a chance to see each other throughout the week, and I am needy. Thinking about him in the dark is no proper substitute for being inside the object of my lust or for having the control and power that he gives me every time we fuck. I straighten back up, crossing my legs and pursing my lips, pushing him for the answer he hasn’t yet given me. “I… Sometimes I just want a lay, okay?†He sounds defensive, and his arms jerk as if he would like to cross them, but he keeps the habit in check. He knows that in here, it will only harm him. “Mmm… and why do you feel guilty for it?†His eyes snap away from my shoes to meet my own. They’re such a lovely shade of blue. They seem paler when he’s in the throes of ecstasy. Though his eyes moved, he stays silent and still. A feat that wouldn’t have been possible a year ago. It has taken us so long to get to this point. There have been so many hours of wasted lovemaking to get him to this level of obedience. There were times when our passions got the best of us, and he requested punishment by trying to take control, or speaking out of turn. I have only to remember that he will still come back to me and it is enough to finish me in his absence—after he has been collected by respawn. “Why must we continue this game? You know that I dislike sharing my toys.†There’s a hint of anger at last that I cannot bite back, and his eyes flinch, but he doesn’t break our gaze. He bites his lip and gives a miniscule shrug. I allow silence to pervade and I continue watching him. His posture doesn’t indicate regret, though he does feel guilt. It makes me angrier. “Get out.†I tell him, flicking my hand and turning my gaze onto the bookshelf to my left. Or seeming to. Why does he make me do this to myself? “But… Spy! c’mon, I’m sorry. I hadn’t seen you around in days, and you said—“ “Scout.†I put as much force into the title as I can and keep my eyes from turning to him. If I see the pain I’m causing or how close he has brought himself to me, I don’t think I will be able to refuse him. I must, though. My carpet is thick, but in the ensuing silence, it is possible to hear his light footsteps as he retreats to the door. He will not go to Sniper again, not tonight, anyway, and that somehow satisfies me. His feet echo in the concrete hallway beyond my door, and I wait until he pauses to open and enter his room before standing. It is time to pay the bushman a visit again. I am fully vested in my suit and mask when I exit my room, and the trip out to the pitiful little van that the Australian chooses to live in instead of an actual room takes far less time than it normally would. I knock on his door and politely wait for a reply. If I simply barge in, he will run me through with his Kukri. “Who is it?†His voice is gruff, and I consider the fact that I might have awoken him. Good. “Hey, man, it’s me.†I match Scout’s tenor and his atrocious accent effortlessly. It’s something that I had gotten quite good at while pleasuring myself in our earlier months. At that time, he was lucky to get a proper fuck out of me every few weeks. He couldn’t adhere to my rules, was always pushing and pushing until I finally gave up and killed him or braced my arm against his windpipe to get him to behave. “Scout,†there’s more affection in that single word than I can bear, and I’m scowling openly when he opens the door, his pants half-undone, and his work shirt gone. “Oh… bloody hell, Spy!†He tries to shut the door, but I slam my fist against it and mount the rusty stairs to his abode. He backs up and his hands rise in front of him. “Listen, mate… he told me he’s supposed to ask permission, but it’s not my fault if he doesn’t.†His nose wrinkles at the mention of Scout having to ask my permission to screw him, and I smirk in response. “Well, he usually does.†I tell him, glancing around his seedy little camper and wondering how on earth Scout can fuck the lanky Australian in such conditions. Things must get broken every time. “You’re joking.†Sniper snorts and scratches his side through his undershirt as he relaxes minutely and comes closer. He has finally realized that I am not here to kill him this time. Just to talk, as I said. “I’m not. He knows the consequences, and he has accepted them.†I make sure that Sniper’s eyes catch the truth in mine. “However, I’m afraid that those consequences have left me in a bit of a predicament.†I shift to lean back against his rickety table and cross my arms casually. “I cannot have sex with Scout for a minimum of forty-eight hours again, and I blame you for it, Bushman.†My face is anything but amused, but a smirk pulls at the left side of his mouth. It would be endearing in a lover’s eyes, perhaps. I, however, would like to punch him for cheapening my pain. “Glad to be of service.†The smirk turns into a sneer, and he motions to the door. “Allow me to show you to the door. Don’t want you getting lost on your way out.†“I did not come here to merely tell you that you have inconvenienced me.†I hiss, standing and taking a step forward involuntarily. Oh, how I would love to harm this man. “Oh really?†He snorts and looks down his nose at me. “Why don’t you forbid ‘im from seeing me altogether? Afraid it’ll spark even more rebellion?†I raise a brow and step closer to the Australian, we’re the same height without his boots, and I stare him hard in the eye. “Because I am having too much fun being the Mistress that stole him from you in the first place.†It doesn’t make him flinch like I’d intended, but Sniper’s top lip rises in a snarl, showing his freakish canines. “Get out of my home, Spook.†“No.†His hands rise to fist in my suit and I draw my knife quickly. It’s at his throat before he can wrinkle my jacket too badly. “I don’t want to kill you, Bushman. I merely want retribution for what has been taken from me.†I hiss, shifting closer and allowing the edge of my razor sharp blade to skim his neck. “It’s your own twisted rules that are getting the jump on you, Spook.†Sniper stretches his neck and attempts to pull back from the edge of my knife as a thin rivulet of blood makes its lazy way down the lines of his neck to the hollow of his throat. “Not my rules; not my problem.†“It becomes your problem when you act as an accessory to breaking one of them.†I gently add pressure, following him as he arcs himself against the “kitchen†counter. “He wouldn’t keep coming to you if my job were less demanding.†He’s musky, and it’s a pleasant scent, not sour at all with unwashed sweat. “You can keep telling yourself that, Spook.†His hands loosen from gripping my suit, as if he thinks that might appease me. When I press still further, his palms catch my shoulders and he shoves me back against the table, grappling with me in an attempt to lock my right arm. “Must we…†I allow my knife to drop and slip out of an elbow lock. I bring a punishing knee up to his ribcage angrily before continuing, “…always resort to theatrics when you give into Scout so easily?†I ask, using the brief repast of his wheezing to angle my knee into his side again. I try to avoid cracking anything, but I do want to bruise. “I bet he can’t even find your sweet spot.†I sneer and push him away from me. He slumps against the wall for a moment, catching his breath. “I like getting fucked by the rascal just fine.†His reply is choked and a half-wheeze. “But it’s not as good as it could be, is it?†I give him a smug smirk and watch him attempt to act tough while straightening with the cabinet as a support. “You give him what I will not… he will give me everything should I ask for it.†I begin stepping forward and lean in again. He attempts to fend me off, but I catch and lock his right wrist with my left hand. “What shall I give you?†Silence, aside from his heavy breathing. “Your lover back? A proper fuck perhaps?†I smirk and give his wrist a wrench, teasing the threshold of breaking it. “God save the Queen, you’re a dramatic ponce.†He chuckles and I seal my mouth over his. I jerk away when he bites my invading tongue. He tastes like coffee with an undercurrent of beer and cigarettes. It’s not wholly unappealing. I relax my grip on his wrist and nudge myself between his legs. “Sit on your little counter, Bushman.†I order him, locking his wrist once again when he attempts to stop me from unzipping his pants. I tut at him and put that last little edge of pressure on it that makes him wince and clench his jaw. “Stop giving me such resistance, I’m doing you a favor.†He’s pliable, simple, easy. Much like Scout, he just wants someone willing to take control from him. Unfortunately for him, Scout is of the same ilk, and cannot stay away from me now that he has found someone who can give him what he wants. His pants fall once I finish pulling down the zipper, and he lifts one leg out before hopping up on the counter. “Bloody broken wrist is too much trouble to go through to avoid whatever the fuck you’ve got up your sleeve,†he grunts when I smirk at his obedience. “Oh, yes…†I pull his wrist up next to my ear and release it, brushing my lips tenderly along the inside of his forearm. “I will certainly not respawn you if you force me to break it.†I pull his other arm up to rest on my other shoulder before pulling my gloves off and resting my warm hands on his thighs. “I might take out your ankle before I leave as well… if you are going to behave badly.†“I’ll mind my manners, Spook.†He hates this, and as I stroke his thighs and occasionally brush my wrist against his swelling cock, his eyes flare with such resentment that I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Good… good…†I retrieve a tube of lubricant from my pocket and set it on the counter next to his hip before beginning to stroke his thighs again. “You seem to be enjoying the attention… doesn’t Scout touch you?†I ask, knowing that he wouldn’t. He doesn’t know the meaning of foreplay, really. We’re still working on that lesson. “He touches me how I want him to.†There’s a defensive edge to his voice, and now that I’ve irritated the topic, I allow it to sit in his mind and speak of it no more. My hands slip down to cup the backs of his knees, and I tug his calves forward to wrap his legs around my waist. “Slip forward more… that’s it…†I scoop up the lubricant and apply some to my fingers before slipping my hand between his balls and the counter and pushing at the tight ring of muscles with my slick middle finger. His legs tighten around my middle, and he leans his head back against the grotesquely colored cabinets with his eyes closed. I wrench a noise from him when I force a second finger in, and grin maliciously when his eyes open and roll down to glare at me. “What? You think I am a patient man?†I wiggle my fingers in and out and lean forward to suckle on his neck while I attempt to control myself. I’m always lecturing Scout, but when the time comes for me to exercise restraint, I’m no better than him. “Ah… Spook…†It’s a guttural grunt, but I find I like it more than a breathless gasp that I might have gotten from Scout. I scissor my fingers again and watch his pronounced Adam’s apple slide up and then back down. When I lean forward to nuzzle against the lump and press a soft kiss just below it, he bucks and growls at me, “stop trying to turn this into lovey-shit, Spy. This is a fuck and it’s going to—†I place my lips around his Adam’s apple and run my tongue over it with a gentle suck to make my point. He doesn’t say a word until I slip a third finger in and tug him forward a little more to adjust his angle. Even then, it’s little more than a soft, “bloody ‘ell.†I say I have no restraint, but I do enjoy taking my time with my preparations. It’s always such a rush to know that my fingers are the sole cause for this erratic breathing, and the barest of pulses that I can feel while a third of my hand is pumping in and out of another man’s ass makes my heart race. It’s a prelude to a glorious night. Sniper stretches well, and it’s too soon that I will have to replace my fingers in that inviting warmth with my cock. He makes a noise far too embarrassing for any man of the bush to admit to, and when he gives me a desperate look because of it, I wink at him and hold a shimmering finger to my lips. “Our secret…†I purr, undoing my belt and pants. I slip my underwear down with my slacks and my hand takes up the lube from its place on the counter again. “As will this be.†I give myself a few pumps before coating myself in lubricant and shifting us so that I can better access him. His head is below the cabinets now when he leans back, and I have his ass almost off of the counter. My thumb traces a vein from his tip to his base before I roughly thrust into him. He grunts, but it’s with more than a little satisfaction, so I take a grip on his hips and begin a steady pace, carefully working my way into him. Despite our differences, I am a thorough lover. He arches as I find his prostate, and I grin at him when he looks at me with desperate eyes. I’m going to ruin sex with Scout for Sniper. He was merely satisfied with the stretch of his ass and a hand job before—because that’s the entire scope of Scout’s skill. Now, he will ache for the rhythmic pulse of ecstasy every time he’s with my Scout; he will ache for something Scout will never be able to give him. He will be dissatisfied but unable to talk about it, because admitting to Scout that he has had sex with me will only cheapen everything he has said to Scout about the boy’s relationship with me being a “bloody dramatic farce.†I increase my tempo, and my hands wander up Sniper’s torso, climbing beneath the undershirt and tracing two of his larger scars. A man who can fell man-eaters and monsters is letting me fuck him. Before, I had only been able to entice a blowjob or two out of the man, with promises that I might be less harsh with Scout (I stipulated through using “might†that I wasn’t going to hold up my end. He was just too eager to perform to question it.). He gasps and pants beneath me, and I trail a hand back down his chest and stomach to circle his cock. I’m close, so very close, but I want him to come first. It will only seal my victory and make my culmination that much sweeter. I barely have to touch him before he’s spurting across his stomach and bunched up shirt. My cock throbs and I thrust harder, drinking in the sight of him, tanned and wild and splayed under me. His large hands aren’t around my neck anymore, but rather gripping the top cabinets like a lifeline. He runs out, and the look on his face brings me to a crescendo that I cannot keep silent. I groan in the back of my throat when I come, and my hands scrabble at his sweat slicked skin before gripping and holding onto his shirt as I ride it out inside him, a new slickness easing my movements and pooling out to drip down along the cabinets. We are both still for one infinite moment. Breathing in the heady scent of sex and musk and sweat, we are for once at peace with each other.
I love this so much. I love how they are with each other; Spy with Scout,Spy with Sniper, Sniper with Scout. All of it! I love how Sniper has this thing for Scout and I adorrreeee how Spy just stole Scout. Oh my God, I need more of this.
I can't describe how much I love the second part. Having a bastard Spy dominating Sniper is one of the greatest things ever. I'm not that into Spy/Scout or Scout/Sniper, but in this story it goes well. I can't wait to see what consequences Spy's actions are going to cause.
I was just wondering, "Where has all the good Sniper/Spy porn gone recently?" Ahh, here it is. Thank you. Thank you so much. The Spy/Scout was great too--it's usually a pairing that squicks me, honestly, but you just do a fantastic job at everything. I'm excited to see where this goes!
All right, now when all the blood has been wiped off my keyboard I can finally write my comment. Simply put: fabulous! I can do nothing but pray Spy's plan works. I have a thing on assholes like the Spy in this fic and I truly wish Sniper will get hooked in his sex as well. Anyone would.
Are we going to read the next part in the Sniper's point of view?
Thanks for all the encouragement guys, I'll get the last two installments out soon! >>12 Yes, Anon, and then the last part will be in third person.
Chronologically, this happened before 2. Enjoy? ::::: I smell the smoke on his clothes before I taste it in his mouth. Pushing him back and gripping him tight by his shoulders, I growl low in my throat, “what’ve you been doing with Spy, mate?†He looks scared, like he’s done something wrong, but the words that come out of his mouth contradict his demeanor with abrupt confidence. “Hey, I know what I’m doing, man. Don’t try to get all possessive and shit, alright?†I’m scared for him. He doesn’t know Spy like I do. He doesn’t know what he’ll do—try to do, anyway. I’ve never tried to make a pet, so I don’t know how malleable Scout is… Well, in manners of his cock, I know that he can be swayed with little promises. I also know that he aches to submit, but he’ll never say it to me. It’s in the glances, though, the way he lays there afterward, and the questions he asks. It’s the months of subtle curiosity that clued me in. Spy can sense weakness—willingness—and that’s all it takes for him to reel a man in. Even someone with just a lingering interest can be hooked in, and once they’re hooked, they have to keep going until he gets bored or breaks them with his ruthless methods. It’s Spy’s game. And if he wins, Scout will be lost to me. The little bugger’s too good to me. If he sees I’m having a bad day, he’ll start pushing me toward the bed to take my mind off of it, or lay down and listen to me rant about my dad or how Mann Co.’s shipping options are worse than piss as I pace the length of my camper like a caged animal. He’s always giving and never asking for anything in return. I don’t like to fuck other men as a personal preference. It’s not a problem of impotence or worrying about being able to get them off, it’s just not my thing. I’m a little larger than most blokes, so there’s the lingering fear I’ll hurt someone, too—even if I’ve been on the receiving end of bigger, it’s just always there. No, I’d much rather be the one getting buggered, thanks. As soon as I indicate that I want him to fuck me, he’ll be right there and raring to go. “Stay away from him.†I tell him. “He’ll only hurt you.†“Nah, man, we’re just fucking—it’s no big deal. I mean, c’mon…†he puffs up his chest and cocks his head to the side. “It’s like what we do.†I feel a pang, and give him a tight look as I study him. God, he’s so young. He has no idea what he’s getting into. “Alright,†I nod slowly. “But if he starts ordering you around, tell him no.†He can’t let him get that foothold. If he does, well… “Pft, yeah. You think I’ll let anyone tell me what to do?†He boasts, but I know that his mind is working. It has probably already started. I give him the little chuckle he’s looking for, but it’s all in the surface. I now know he already has his hooks in him. He begins kissing me again, and I allow him to. We’re never gentle when we’re together. The kid has too much pent up aggression throughout the day that he can’t just brawl out, and I like a little roughness in my fuck. Our teeth clash, and his make the occasional grab at my bottom lip. I bring down a heavy palm on his ass and leave it there for support when I stand from the rickety chair next to my dinette table and head back toward the bunk. Once we’re on the bed, he starts working on my clothes. My vest is already on a peg by the door, and his hands make quick, practiced work of the top buttons on my shirt and the buckle of my belt before just rising to rest on my shoulders and carefully beginning to dip me back. I crane my neck so that my head doesn’t hit the wall behind us, and his shoes fall to the floor as he toes them off and then his feet start shoving at my boots. I angle my feet out to help, and his teeth graze from my lips to my chin and then up my jaw. “Aw, love…†I grumble, pushing my hips up against his and feeling his growing erection. I wedge a hand between us and massage him through his pants. His lips stop next to my ear. He pants and gives my lobe the occasional nip and suck as he focuses on what his hands and feet are doing, working my clothes off like a bloody monkey. His heels press into my legs as his hands drop back down to finish unbuttoning and -zipping my jeans, and he pushes them off that way—I lift my hips to help the waistband clear my ass, but after that, he can handle things on his own. His hands immediately slip up my shirt and his fingers touch and tease my nipples as he works my shirt up by bringing his elbows up level with his hands. His socked feet finally brush against my skin, and I shiver when I feel the grit of his pants settle against my cock and hips. My teasing hand begins unbuttoning and -zipping him, and I just hook my fingers into the band of his underwear before yanking them both down to his knees—which is as far as I can lean up and reach without straining myself. His knees are sharp and jab me as he flails to kick his pants the rest of the way off, but I don’t complain. I can feel his hot, hard cock against mine, and his teeth have returned to my jaw. “Scout…†I breathe, gripping his shirt and biting my lip as he nibbles my prominent Adam’s apple—a favorite place for him, since his own isn’t visible unless he tries to force it by stretching his neck this way and that. I swallow thickly, and the scrape of his teeth pinches for a moment as he grinds down on me. “How bad do you want it, Sniper?†He asks, and I can feel his smirk against my throat. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?†This is a problem Spy is going to have with him, he’s cocky and he likes for you to tell him how much you want him—because it’s obvious by the time you’re grinding up against him that you do. “So bad, love.†I roll my eyes behind my eyelids and thrust up against him. “So bloody bad.†I emphasize and run my hand up along his back and then through his hair. “H’yeah, I bet you fuckin’ do.†He pulls back to grin at me and slaps my hip to tell me to roll over. He knows where I keep the lube by now, and I roll over as he sits up and reaches into the overhead storage to fetch it while straddling my rotating hips. When he comes back down, he grinds his cock between the cheeks of my ass. The edge of his head rubs against the small of my back, and I let out a shaky sigh. Despite my apathy toward his theatrics, I want the kid in me. Badly. I finally feel a slick fingertip take the place of his cock, and I eagerly give him the little noises he wants. I know what gets him riled up, and he loves a little needy whining when he first starts fingering my ass. It makes him finish stretching me faster, and when he thrusts in, there’s just that little bit of bite still in the stretch that makes my cock throb between my stomach and the sheets. His teeth bite down on my shoulder, and I arch myself before gathering my knees beneath my hips so that he can angle himself down into me a little more. His thrusts are sloppy, but quick and hard. He doesn’t have the skill to get me off with this alone, and soon I murmur at him to get his hand to begin touching me. He starts with little strokes from his fingertips and massaging my base and balls before cupping me in his bandaged hand and giving me a good, long pull. I groan against my sheet, and grab a mouthful so that I don’t ruin my teeth from grinding them together as his cock just keeps pounding into me, harder, faster, and in time with his jerking hand. One of my hands reaches up to grab the sill of my window, needing something to do besides just gripping the sheets like a layabout. My other hand tweeks my nipples and trails down to trace teasing patterns through the thickly curling hair that leads down to my cock from my stomach. “Bloody fuck.†I groan, feeling a pulse of pleasure when the kid finally hits my prostate. He doesn’t do it often, if at all, but when he does, it’s a nice bonus to the strong legs bringing him into me over and over again. He grins against the shell of my ear, and gives the cartilage a rough bite that makes me buck back onto him. A laugh escapes him, and my hand trails down to grip his hand jacking me off, guiding it to grip harder and move faster as I get closer to my end. His hips perform a little half-thrust and then jerk into me hard three times when he comes, and the force of them spills me across my sheets, panting, sweating and perfectly content. Scout stays in me, performing little jerks every now and then with a purr of pleasure as he rides out the last of his orgasm. “Bloody hell, that was ace.†I groan when he finally pulls out of me. His semen spills out and drips down my legs in rivulets as I stand up and draw a hand through the come smeared across my stomach. “Ew.†He snorts before leaning down to suck on one of my fingers. I feel my exhausted cock twitch at the sight, but it’s not going to be ready for another go for at least a few hours. Even then, we’ll probably just cuddle for the rest of the night. I let him clean off my fingers, a soft, suckling pop emerging each time he finally slips off the tip. He grabs my shirt to wipe off the rest from my stomach, and then starts rubbing down my legs. I stand there, allowing the attention to my sensitive skin, and giving his hair and back gentle touches as they pass under my raised hands. He’s finally satisfied and turns my shirt the other way out before tossing it over the come stains on my sheets and shoving me back toward the bed. Once I’m down, he stretches out on my arm and takes off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor lazily. “So I’m pretty awesome, huh?†He grins at me, and I roll my eyes before leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. His tongue invades my mouth, and it takes me a few minutes before I can extricate myself again. “Mh…†I grunt noncommittally, and wrap my arms securely around his slim frame. “Gonna take that as ‘extra awesome.’ “ He informs me with a smirk. I kiss him again, a surprise that he relishes returning. He’s not mine to keep away, but I don’t want him to lose this playfulness to Spy. I don’t want to lose him to Spy. I won’t bring it up again, though. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll see it himself. ::::: That is not the correct way to solve a problem, Sniper.
I can't tell you how much I'm loving this story. I seriously did a dance in the middle of my room when I saw it was updated. Thank you so much for writing it.
I'm a little surprised you decided to write about the time BEFORE Spy fucked Sniper. I would have been interested to find out how Sniper felt about it and how things turned out between Scout and him after Sniper getting the glorious session from Spy. I suppose we'll read all about it in the next chapter. Thank you for updating, I can't wait to see if Spy's plan worked! (Fingers crossed it did.)
Where is the last part?? I'm dying here!