My other one-shot thread got archived when I started cracking down on my dumb series I made. So I thought I'd make another one since I kind of wrote about 10k words of oneshots over the past two days.
These are mostly requests I received. This one was Scout getting a spanking. ::::: Filthy hippies… Mmrph mmf mmm rmph! Herren, we need to talk about safety in the bedroom… Is personal decision, but is not very good one… Bloody hell, lads… is it really that lonely out here? Fellas… I like to think I’m open minded, but… really? Haha! FAGS. “I’m going to kill the mongrel.†Sniper snarled, punching the wall of his camper and wincing when the old structure proved its sturdiness. “Oui…†Spy’s nose wrinkled at the thought of all the judgmental stares he had gotten throughout the past two days. Even when he was cloaked, he still felt like his team was staring at his back, wondering if he was secretly plotting to convert them all into something much darker than any late-night monster in Demoman’s stories. There had to be a solution to this. There was always a way to fix a problem. Sniper watched Spy sit and smoke and fume over their predicament for a moment before sighing and taking a seat across the table from him. “I dunno what we can do, love…†he snuck a hand across the table to tuck his fingers into Spy’s loose grip. The other man’s fingers tightened minutely around his before Spy sighed and adjusted his hand so that their fingers were interlaced, his palm up and Sniper’s down. His thumb stroked across the knuckle of Sniper’s middle finger reverently, the cogs in his mind still wheeling. They sat for several minutes, Spy thinking and Sniper worrying about whether the other man might find him too risky or too much work to stay with. He’d already helped ruin the man’s reputation within his team. Until Scout had barged in on Spy balls-deep in Sniper, none of the team had known that Spy was gay. They hadn’t known about Sniper, either. Then again, Sniper hadn’t known about himself until Spy had… tactfully made him aware that part of the urge to punch him in the face was his mind trying to cover up the urge to touch and fuck him. The other part was that Spy was just a poncy bastard. Spy’s cigarette was down to the filter by the time he finally tapped it out in Sniper’s ashtray. When he didn’t reach for another, Sniper’s eyes came up from their hands to meet Spy’s. “I believe the Scout owes us an apology, mon loup.†His mouth stretched into a smirk, a welcome change from the grim line it had been. “Oh, really, love?†Sniper felt the tightness in his chest ease at the sight of that smirk, and leaned closer across the table. “Wot’re we gonna do to the little rat?†Spy’s answer was to lift his hand and press a chaste kiss to his knuckles. “How do all little boys receive punishment for knowing things they shouldn’t?†::::: “Hey, fag and faggette.†Scout snickered when he saw Sniper and Spy approach him. He hadn’t seen them together in public since he’d told the team that they were fucking each other. Sniper could imagine what Scout thought. He probably They were probably ashamed of themselves—they should be, making a good catholic boy see them all sweaty and nasty together in Sniper’s camper. All he’d wanted was to ask Sniper if he could help practicing his zigging for when he had to face down the other Sniper. It didn’t happen often, but it was worth being prepared for, y’know? “How clever.†Spy snorted as he and Sniper closed the distance between themselves and Scout. Scout didn’t realize what was happening until Sniper had already circled around behind him. He tried to bolt, but a strong arm blocked his path and gloved hands with a surprising amount of power secured his wrists and forced him around to face the wall he’d been bouncing his baseball off of. “Whoawhoawhoa, no! No way! Fuck off, guys, I ain’t a fag!†The leggy youth was reminiscent of a deer caught in a trap. His wrists were pinned to the wall, but the rest of his body was in constant motion, fighting and kicking and jumping. He caught Spy in the crotch, but the masked man bit his cigarette and brought his knee up into the youth’s back. Sniper swallowed and approached Scout as he whined and pleaded with them, finally settling down now that his legs felt like sluggish jelly—Sniper knew what that felt like. Spy didn’t have any qualms about abusing pressure points during a lover’s quarrel. “Now then, little mate.†He put a hand over the kid’s wrists to give Spy a moment to lament his poor, abused crotch on his own time. The masked man turned away from them and walked a few paces. Other than the tremble in his shoulders, Spy was silent and composed from what Sniper could see. He’d kiss it better later. “No! Nonononono, don’t do it, man. This is sick and… and… just fucking no.†Scout’s whiny voice grated on Sniper’s nerves, and it wasn’t until he saw tears hitting the dust that he felt a little bad. “I don’t want any part in your gay shit.†It came out small and terrified. Dear lord, the little blighter thought they were going to rape him. He felt a mixture of distaste and amusement that brought a scathing chuckle to his lips. “Oh, no. Slow down there, kid. We’re doing none of that.†He rolled his eyes and popped Scout in the back of the head with his free hand. “You’re…†the kid actually hiccupped before going on, “you ain’t gonna…?†“Oui.†Spy snorted at the thought, now, apparently recovered, though Sniper felt that he could still hear a tremor in his lover’s voice. “We have no intention to deflower you, Scout. We shall leave that honor to a woman of low standards and impaired judgement.†“Hey, fuck you, I’ve had sex before.†The response was biting, and Sniper shared a smirk and a roll of the eyes with Spy over how quickly the rascal bounced back from shitting his pants to being an offensive little shit. “Of course you have, lapin.†Spy circled around to lean on the wall next to Scout and pulled a cigarette from his cigarette case. “No, we have something far more appropriate planned for you.†He lit his cigarette after clicking his lighter thrice finally brought a flame. A smoky breath was exhaled into Scout’s face before Spy continued, “we have come to an agreement that what you did was childish. If I had stumbled upon a secret of yours, so closely guarded that you subjected yourself to something as—well, so kept that you were willing to brave the confines of something like Sniper’s little camper, I would keep your secret.†Sniper cleared his throat and shot Spy a glare at the mention of his camper. Spy hated it, but it was Sniper’s home. It was only one of the laundry list of things that Spy kept harping about to the Aussie. “Yeah, well… I’d wanna know if I was working with a fag, awright?†Scout turned his head to look at Spy, his face partially obscured by his arm. “I ain’t apologizing for doing the team a service.†“Oh, but you will.†Spy told him, straightening from the wall and beginning to pull his right glove off. He tucked the bit of leather into his pocket and nodded to Sniper before Scout’s neck and awkward position prevented him from looking any farther. A thick hand hooked into the back of his pants, and as soon as he could feel the hot, dry air on his bare ass, he started freaking out again. Sniper’s boot came down on his feet before he could start kicking and jerking around again. “I can’t fucking believe that you guys are doing this. I’m going to tell the team. I’m going to fucking tell them, and they’ll—“ he stopped when he felt a hand descend on his ass. “Shut up, child.†Spy hissed in the interim of his shocked silence. His hand slapped Scout’s bare rear again, and the boy sucked in a sharp breath. A heavier hand came down—Sniper’s free, non-dominant hand, and even though there was less force behind it, it still hurt. The stinging slap of Spy’s followed and Scout finally broke from his stunned revere. “Dude, what? SERIOUSLY. What the fuck are you guys doing?! Spanking? I ain’t been fucking— OW, SHIT—I AIN’T BEEN SPANKED SINCE I WAS A FUCKING KID.†“You still are.†Sniper told him, smacking him again with a little more force. “Ugh, I’m a fucking adult you ass wipes, this is assault, fucking sexual harassment and just—STOP.†Scout sounded pitiful, and Sniper laughed at his pain, nodding to Spy to keep going. A glowing red was blooming across both sets of Scout’s cheeks, and after a considerable amount of more yelling, he eventually, to Sniper and Spy’s mutual surprise just hung his head and bit his lip. Spy’s hand was numb by the time he deemed Scout sufficiently punished. They still hadn’t gotten an apology, though, so Sniper nodded toward Scout’s hands and they switched places. Sniper pulled off his own glove and cracked his knuckles before giving Scout’s abused ass a rough smack. The boy whimpered, and he only felt a little bad about it before he remembered the humiliation that he’d felt because of Scout. “Apologize and we’ll let you go, mate.†Sniper’s voice was low and sinister, and, when Scout snarled a slur at him, he let his hand descend again. A pitiful mewl left the American, and Sniper drew back his hand again. “O-okay! Okayokayokayokay!†Scout wiggled his ass forward and Sniper’s boot finally left his feet so that he could huddle against the wall as far down as his pinned arms would allow him. “I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry, really really sorry!†He pressed his forehead against the wall and hit it against the bricks with each apology. “I shouldn’t have told the team ‘cause it’s not my business or theirs what you do on your time and… and… fuck just stop smacking my ass.†Spy let Scout’s hands drop, and the youth curled them into his lap between his thighs. His muffled distress turned into softer noises, and Spy and Sniper both stared at the kid before looking at each other in shock. He was… “Bloody hell…†Sniper muttered, grabbing Spy’s arm and pulling him back toward the base. “Did you know that he was…?†“I didn’t even glance there, amor…" Spy shook his head with an amused smirk. "I didn’t notice that his little… friend was enjoying the treatment.†“Ugh, now I just feel dirty.†Sniper wrinkled his nose and held his spanking hand away from himself and Spy. “I’m sure Medic will allow us some very strong soap.†“He bloody well better… you know he’s going to try to talk to us about our sex life, right?†“It’s part of his job to keep us healthy.†Spy reminded Sniper, wrapping an arm around Sniper’s waist. “Do you at least feel better?†He asked as they approached the base. “A bit, yeah. ‘Least… now we’re even.†They were going to be the bigger men, though. No one would know that Scout had gotten off to his two older teammates spanking his bare ass against a wall.
Slap My Ass “I want you to spank me.†Spy told him, a small smirk curving his lips. “You want me to… what?†Sniper wasn’t sure he had heard Spy correctly. He couldn’t have, could he? “Spank me.†A little more of the Spy Sniper knew had crept into the demand. Sniper had never felt the need to take a more dominant role in their relationship other than asking for a suck or asking Spy to be rougher with him in their earlier weeks. When Sniper just stared at the Frenchman blankly, he sighed and stood from his place at the small table in Sniper’s cramped camper. The rickety chair Sniper was sitting in creaked as Spy crawled onto his lap and started removing his belt. His lips brushed against Sniper’s ear, and he whispered softly into the shell, crafting roiling need from thin air. “I want you to take your belt and smack my ass with it until I beg you to fuck me.†The warm, moist breath of his lover and the nature of the request made Sniper’s heart thunder to a stop. He’d never wanted to do anything of the sort to his lover, but Spy’s breath and the tone he used just made his gut clench and twist. “I want the strap to leave welts and bruises on my skin,†Sniper inwardly cursed Spy, “and I want you to kiss them until they no longer hurt.†Sniper let out a groan and his hands began helping Spy with the removal of his belt. “I want your tongue to—“ Sniper scooped Spy up and the camper shook slightly as he stomped his way back to his bed and dumped the other man into his sheets. Spy responded with a laugh and stretched out on the bed. “That was easier than I thought.†Spy winked up at Sniper, and the Aussie was amused to see that Spy was already hardening in his pants at the prospect. He gave Spy’s crotch a squeeze before jerking his head. “Turn over.†Sniper instructed, his eyes were dark with unspoken fantasies—new ones that had never been present before. Only Spy could so easily deviate him from what he normally wanted. It wasn’t even the words he said, but the way that he said them, like he was already naked and writhing beneath Sniper; irresistible sex timbered his tone and drove Sniper wild. The belt buckle clanked as Sniper finally pulled the strap of leather from where it hung half out of its belt loops. “Oh, darling…†Spy arched into the bed so that his ass was higher than the rest of his body. Sniper gave Spy’s clothed ass a rough smack with his hand, and when he got an unsatisfied hiss back, he finally drew back the belt and slapped Spy’s ass with the leather. By the time Sniper had finished and, true to his word, Spy was begging Sniper to strip and fuck him, Spy’s pants were gone, and his pale skin was a mottle of darker shades and bright reds. Sniper paused at the sight when he’d finally pulled Spy’s pants from his hips. Had he really done that? He was no stranger to causing injuries, but those bruises made his stomach sink. Why did Spy want this from him? “If you are thinking about stopping and cuddling me for the rest of the night, bushman… I will kill you.†Spy hissed, his fingers gripping the sheets and his face pressed into Sniper’s pillow. Sniper swallowed and that feeling punched him in the stomach again that always came with Spy’s “fuck me now†tone. “I wasn’t,†he lied before leaning down to kiss Spy’s ass, tracing his lips over the deeply colored hues and trailing his tongue along the hot, ridged welts from the slaps where the belt had landed on its edge. Even with Spy’s slacks, Sniper felt he’d been too hard on the man. Spy groaned at the treatment of his wounds, and his hips shifted as he ground himself against the bed. Sniper traced his tongue from a particularly nasty welt and pressed the tip of his tongue against Spy’s entrance. The Frenchman arched, gasping at the strong, slick muscle pulling his attention from the pleasant ache of his backside. Sniper’s hand rested on his cheek and he whined softly at the pressure against his bruised buttock. “Y’alright?†Sniper mumbled against Spy’s ass, kissing and suckling against his perineum while his hand fumbled in the locker beneath his bed for a tube of lubricant. “Oui… oui, I am perfect.†Spy murmured against Sniper’s pillow. He was silent aside from deep breathing and the creak of the bed as his hips gave long, slow thrusts into the coarse sheets. Sniper finally sat back up, and the sound of the cap screwing open sent visible shivers up Spy’s body that stopped Sniper’s movements. “How…†he paused to clear his throat and promptly forgot his question. His voice had cracked on that single word, and he coated his fingers with the lubricant before even unbuttoning his pants. He cursed and attempted to undo his pants, but his fingers kept slipping. That was a bridge to cross when he came to it. Right now, Spy’s fingers were twisting into Sniper’s sheets and he was acting like a desperate, moaning mess upon the Aussie’s bed. Sniper couldn’t wait any longer to push his fingers inside the other man. Spy let out a delicious moan that cut through Sniper like a knife. He was always careful when he prepared Spy, but the Frenchman didn’t have the patience for it tonight, and neither did Sniper. He felt more resistance as he inserted one finger after another and listened to Spy’s desperate whispers of encouragement. He wondered if he could get away with just fingering the other man. His pants weren’t sliding off, and his zipper wasn’t going to be any more compliant than the button to his lube-slicked fingers. He wrapped his other hand around to jerk off Spy, and hoped the other man wouldn’t notice. Which lead to a slightly awkward pause when Spy groaned, “smack my ass again, Sniper…†and both of his hands were busy. “Sniper…†it was a whine that made Sniper bite his lip and slowly remove his fingers before giving Spy’s ass a wet slap. “…Sniper… why wasn’t that your cock?†Spy made to roll over, but Sniper grabbed the back of his head and held him there, his face flushed and his mind racing. “Well… I…†he stuttered, cleared his throat, and took a deep breath, but how did he tell Spy that he couldn’t get his pants off. “Let me turn over.†Spy’s tone left no room for argument, and his hips stopped thrusting into Sniper’s hand. “Alright…†Sniper winced and allowed Spy to turn over and sit up. His cock was hard and had been hot and near completion in Sniper’s hand. He felt bad that they had to stop for something like this. Spy’s eyes appraised his lover, and he quirked a brow. The expression on his face had been irritated when he’d first sat up, but now it was just mildly amused at the lube stains around the opening of Sniper’s pants. “If that’s all.†He reached over and after his clever fingers slipped a few times on the tight denim, he finally got the button loose and helped Sniper shimmy the pants down. “I… thanks…†Sniper felt embarrassed, and his face was a darker red than Spy’s leaking cock. “Come, finish me, Bushman.†Spy laid back on the bed and winked at Sniper. “Now that I’ve freed you from your shackles.†Sniper’s eyes took Spy in for a brief moment before he was over the other man and thrusting in. Spy’s legs wrapped around his waist, and Sniper’s palm smacked against Spy’s abused ass in time with their frantic thrusting and grinding. His other hand encircled Spy, pumping and drawing out moans that he swallowed with his own mouth and gave back in a rougher growl. Spy came first, and when he begged for Sniper to keep going regardless, Sniper gave Spy another slap on his ass and adjusted his knees on the bed so that he could pound harder into the man. It wasn’t long until semen gushed up around his cock and spilled out with the movement of him. He slowed to a stop within Spy and the Frenchman pulled him back in for a quick kiss before reaching up and slapping Sniper’s ass. “Tres bien.†Sniper finally slipped out and shifted to lie next to Spy. “You, uh… looked kind of livid when you turned around there.†Sniper mentioned, watching Spy roll over onto him and use him as a bed instead of the mattress. The Frenchman’s legs kicked and pushed at the pants still clinging to his knees and thighs. Sniper gave them the last wiggle and kick until they landed over on the sink. “Mhm… well, I thought you might not be enjoying things as much as I was.†Spy admitted sheepishly as he curled back into Sniper and nuzzled at his jaw. “Oh…†Sniper chuckled and reached up to pet Spy’s mask. “Naw, love… even if something’s new…†he gently ran his fingers along a few of Spy’s welts. “Or bloody strange…†Spy bit his neck, and Sniper laughed. “I’ll still like it as long as it’s with you.†“Hmm… Bushman, if you want to tell me that you love me, just say it.†Sniper snorted and closed his eyes. Spy sighed against Sniper’s neck and smiled. “I love you too, then.â€
Wow. Yes. Thank you for this gift.
This was wonderful! I wonder why no-one else has thought about this before (or at least I haven't read any fics about Spy getting his ass smacked). I love how you described Spy and Sniper's relationship. It can be serious, funny, loving and hot as hell when it's time to have sex. Very nice, indeed. I hope you won't stop here. Spanking is one of my favorite kinks and and there can never bee enough of that!
There is more Sniper/Spy spanking with Spy receiving, if you're looking-- http://annethecatdetective.tumblr.com/post/22891448374/sniper-spy-spanking http://annethecatdetective.tumblr.com/post/23401273008/dictatorcat-annethecatdetective http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/12248.html (#119) I could probably find more if I took more than five seconds to think about it...I'm a huge fan of spanking myself, so I've reread all of these a lot.
>>2 Second part to it. A third part is tentatively imminent. ::::: Scout had never been so stressed out in his life. Sniper and Spy knew, they knew, and they weren’t doing anything. The team still treated him normally, they didn’t jeer at him and call him a faggot like they had when they’d first found out about Spy fucking Sniper. They just… went about their business like they hadn’t seen him jerking himself off against that brick wall; like they didn’t care that he’d gotten off on them slapping his ass until it was redder than RED’s uniforms. It pissed him the fuck off. It also scared him. He hadn’t known. He hadn’t known that he’d had those urges too, that he’d been jealous of what they’d had. They had someone they could be themselves with and they could get off to what they liked. He couldn’t, though. He’d grown up in a family of eight boys, and in the rough part of town. If his family didn’t kill him for it, then one of the assholes in his neighborhood would have. No, it was safer to lock anything like that away. To brush it off as insanity and keep chasing skirts like they were a lifeline. Because they really were. He could hear them talking in Sniper’s camper, soft mumblings through the casing that he wished he could listen in on. What did they talk about? The battle? Their lives? Did they tell one another that they loved each other, or were they just fuck buddies? He’d been standing there long enough that he was getting tired of it, frustrated that he couldn’t raise his hand to knock on the door. He wasn’t scared, just unsure of himself. Did he really want to ask about this shit? Sniper’s face as Spy drove into him flashed in his mind. He’d never seen anyone look so undone, and he’d masturbated in front of a mirror sometimes “just for curiosity’s sake.†If having a dick shoved in you was better than a hand job, he wanted to fucking know about it. He could at least console himself with those thoughts. It convinced him that he wasn’t doing this out of loneliness. He finally raised his fist to knock, and the voices within stopped. He listened for a moment, his heartbeat racing in his chest. What if they turned him away? They obviously hated him. Sniper opened the door, his work shirt gone and a hickey bright red against the tan on his collarbone. Scout’s eyes locked on the red blotch that barely breached the cover of his previously-white undershirt, and just stared. Sniper cleared his throat and Scout drug his eyes away to look up at the man. “Wotcha want?†Sniper asked, leaning his shoulder on the door and crossing one socked foot over the other casually. Scout couldn’t speak, his throat was seizing. A moment of silence, and Spy slipped up behind Sniper, wearing considerably less than the marksman—the only things he had on were his mask and his underwear. It helped to snap Scout out of his staring contest with Sniper. “Pft, fags… cant keep your clothes on when you’re in this camper, huh?†He snorted and crossed his arms. Sniper rolled his eyes and was about to slam the door in Scout’s face before the kid woke up and caught it with his hand. “No, wait! That’s not…†he swallowed and he had to jam himself into the door to keep the stronger man from shutting it on his arm. “That’s not what I meant! I’m sorry—“ He felt the door loosen a bit. “Can… can we talk?†He asked, and the desperation he felt flooded the question like a burst dam. When Sniper opened the door again, what was waiting for him wasn’t the cocky Scout that had made his and Spy’s lives hell since he’d found out about their relationship, but a kid that looked scared out of his mind and had chosen to turn to them. He didn’t look the least bit moved. “Sniper,†Spy finally spoke, his eyes studying Scout slowly. “Let him come in.†When Sniper moved from blocking the door, Scout clambered in and took up relatively little space in the cramped quarters. The older man grumbled as he returned to sit on the bed, where Spy was already sitting with his legs crossed and a lit cigarette. He offered Sniper a drag, but the bushman kept it, so Spy lit another. The master of espionage motioned to the single, small wooden chair that was in the corner, and Scout dragged it over to sit before them, bouncing his leg nervously. “What did you want to talk about, Scout?†Spy asked, though Scout thought he already knew. The Frenchman had a look that he used when he knew something but was asking the question anyway. It was probably to make other people feel at ease and less like he knew everything about them— which he did. “You guys haven’t told anyone.†Sniper snorted and tapped the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray set up next to the table. “Oui, as a courtesy. You see, we do not hold petty, insignificant grudges.†Spy’s smile was unnerving, and Scout shifted on his chair. “You have already had your punishment for outing us to the team… why should we tell?†He shrugged and rested his hand holding his cigarette on his knee, his thumb playing with the tip of the filter. “I… thanks…†Scout whispered, the shame doubling back on him and thickening his throat. He’d cried afterward, cried so hard that he’d thrown up and been so devastated with himself that he’d laid there on the ground and couldn’t get up for at least an hour. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.†“What?†Sniper sneered at Scout and leaned forward. “That they would give us shit for it? Bullshit!†“No, not… I knew that…†he looked so remorseful that Spy reached over to place his hand on Sniper’s knee. “You didn’t know that you wanted a man.†Spy said softly. Scout nodded and stared at his hands in his lap. “It made me feel weird that you two were… but… I think… I dunno, I just…†“You mistook jealousy for disgust, maybe?†Spy supplied, a small smirk quirking the corners of his lips. Scout was blushing by now and fidgeting like he’d rather be pacing instead of sitting. “I guess.†He gave a non-commital shrug. “Well, sorry, kid. Can’t help you—“ Spy’s finger dug into a nerve above Sniper’s knee and he winced. “What?†From the look in Spy’s eye, he knew what the other wanted, and since Scout’s head was angled down to watch his hands again, he didn’t see the bushman give Spy a warning look and shake his head. He was not going to let the little brat experiment with them. Spy’s eyes said otherwise, though, and the man turned to face Scout again like Sniper wouldn’t change his decision. Sniper broke in quickly, “we aren’t going to tell anyone. Alright?†He tried to soften the gruffness of his voice for the kid, to not be quite as mean. Scout looked up and started to say something before Spy cut in. “Do you want to have sex with us?†Scout’s jaw dropped and Sniper’s glare passed right through Spy as if it wasn’t there. “It will help you to sort out your feelings a bit, and it has been quite a while since I’ve had the company of two men in my bed at the same time.†Spy shrugged nonchalantly, and Sniper growled before laying back on his bed and kneading his eyes. “Are… you sure it’s okay? I mean… you two look like you have a pretty good deal going and stuff.†Spy waved off his concern and Sniper reached up to hit him. Spy pinched the nerve above Sniper’s knee again and he cursed violently. “Yes, well, having a little variety in our bed won’t ruin our relationship.†Spy assured him with a soft chuckle. “Oh… okay…†Scout blushed and glanced at Sniper to see the man glaring at him before looking away. There was an awkward pause before Spy saw that he was going to have to orchestrate the commencement. “Well, stand up and strip.†Spy told him, putting his cigarette back in his mouth before leaning over to undo Sniper’s pants. The bushman tussled with him a bit, but in the end, all he got was a cigarette burn through his undershirt and his hand bitten. Scout smiled a little to himself as he shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He paused with his hands on his waistband and pushed off only his pants for now, feeling a little more comfortable with his underwear still on. When he looked back up, Spy was kissing Sniper’s cigarette burn and laving his tongue along the red and puckered circle. Scout felt his blush get brighter and hesitantly moved closer. Spy reached out and leaned away from Sniper so that there was room for Scout. The younger man was wary, but held his hand out for Spy to take. He cupped his fingers and pulled the hand closer to his mouth, pressing a kiss to his taped knuckles before leaving a trail down his wrist to his elbow, pulling Scout closer with every gentle press of his lips. Sniper’s rough hands grabbed his hips and lifted him into the middle of the bed, kneeling between them as he felt those big calloused hands run along his stomach, sides and back. He felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was racing in his chest, like he was running faster than his fastest, and Spy’s lips finally trailed along his shoulder to his collarbone and then his neck. Scout let out a soft noise he’d been holding in since the kiss to his knuckles. It was a cross between a whine of regret and a moan of excitement. He felt Sniper’s hands pause for a moment before they scrubbed over his hips and down his lean thighs when the hands reached his knees, they slipped over and started stroking up the inside, and that’s when Scout noticed that his briefs were bulging. Spy’s teeth scraped his jaw, and he felt himself melting into the moment. His own hands rose, one to cup Spy’s head and the other to rest on his hip. His hand slipped forward and he found himself groping Spy’s ass as his other slipped down to grip his shoulder after a particularly vicious love-bite at his throat. He let out a soft gasp, and Sniper’s hand quested farther up his inner thighs to cup his balls through his underwear and give them a surprisingly gentle squeeze. He wasn’t saying anything, because he knew that he would say the wrong thing and they would kick him out without his clothes. It was safer this way. “Are you enjoying yourself, mon cherie?†Spy breathed against his skin, raising goose bumps in the path of his warm breath. “Y-yeah…†Scout replied, not sure what else he could do with his hands. Sniper’s seemed to know where to go, but he wasn’t sure what to do with his own. He tried running his hand up Spy’s back and ended up gripping both of his shoulders. “Well, tells us what you want, hm?†Spy’s hands moved up to take Scouts after sensing his confusion and started moving them down his chest, flicking Scout’s fingers against his hard nipples and giving an exaggerated moan against Scout’s skin to show that he wanted the other to touch him. Scout drew from it that as long as his hands weren’t still, Spy would be happy. He moved his hands in a copy of Sniper’s, tracing his fingers and palms along Spy’s sides and stomach, chest and ass. He paused at his nipples, because the other man seemed to enjoy the attention. When Sniper’s hand that wasn’t involved between his thighs moved up to pinch and flick his own, though, he didn’t really care for it. Sniper’s hand moved back down and started slipping off Scout’s underwear. “Wh—“ Spy’s lips sealed Scout’s, and the younger man’s nails bit into the Spy’s side as he gripped him hard. He heard Sniper growl, and felt the bushman’s lips against his ear and then his stubble against his cheek as he interfered with the kiss and stole Scout from Spy’s invading tongue. He was hot—the inside of his mouth was like a furnace, and the difference between his hands and Spy’s were just as startling. The master of espionage wasn’t cold, but he didn’t have the raw heat that Sniper’s entire body put out as he crushed Scout against him and kissed the living daylights out of him. Spy’s lips trailed down Scout’s stomach, and Scout didn’t even realize that his underwear had been pulled all the way down before Spy’s lips encircled him and he bucked his hips back against Sniper’s semi-clothed erection pressing against his ass. A moan escaped Scout and Sniper at the same time, and it rattled into the other’s throats and caused them both to pull away—Scout dazed with lust and Sniper to glare at Spy, who was looking up at them both with a shit-eating grin around Scout’s cock in his mouth. He suddenly let go and leaned up to kiss Sniper, and Scout saw the hunger between them that he hadn’t felt—that he had wanted. It’s what he had come here for. He supposed love wasn’t as simple as sex. He watched them kiss and felt Spy’s hand meander down from his hip to slowly jerk him off. A soft noise vibrated in his throat, and it wasn’t until Spy pulled back from Sniper’s lips to bite SCcout’s earlobe that he let it out in a needy groan. If Sniper and Spy hadn’t been supporting him from both sides, he wouldn’t have been able to support himself. Sniper’s underwear were lost next, and Scout found himself withdrawing as he felt a bare cock against his ass. “I don’t…†his voice cracked, and Spy kissed him again. He could taste Sniper on him, and somehow the mixture of them made the kiss sweeter, more sensual than before. Something cold and slick probed at his ass, and when he felt a pang of discomfort, he tried to pull back from Spy and almost bit the other man’s tongue when he was dragged back into the kiss. Sniper murmured to him like he was a scared animal, and he let the rough voice and soothing words wash over him as Spy thumbed his head and brought his own cock out to jerk them both off in tandem. Scout had almost forgotten about the discomfort behind him when Sniper slipped a second finger in. Scout whined and pulled back from Spy so that he could take deeper breaths. Spy rested his cheek on his shoulder and kissed and suckled at his neck, whispering soft, pleasant things in French that helped the younger man deal with the pain and relax a little more. His erection was flagging next to Spy’s but that didn’t discourage the Frenchman or the hand that gave little squeezes and occasionally a soft, massaging motion with his thumb at the base of Scout’s erection, trying to overpower the discomfort with pleasure. Sniper’s voice rumbled next to his ear on the shoulder that Spy wasn’t taking up, saying things like, “there’s a boy,†or, “crickey, you’re doing good.†Between the two, he thrusted his hips a little against Spy and felt the discomfort fade slightly as he adjusted to the two thick fingers inside him. He was only vaguely aware of the two men having a conversation as he started moaning a little more and thrusting more quickly. “I should,†Spy said. “Why? Always taking all the fun…†“Because you are hung like a horse, amor… for his first time, that will not be pleasant.†Scout suddenly realized that they were talking about him. “I can take it.†He mumbled, thrusting back instead of forward this time and gasping at a new spike of pain. Maybe this would help Sniper like him. He knew that the bushman hated him, but why Spy was allowing him to do this with them was a mystery. “Just give it to me…†he wanted to feel what had flushed Sniper’s cheeks, made his mouth gape and caused his steady hands to fumble at sheets and skin for a hold. What had rolled his eyes back and made him snarl and shudder as Spy pounded into him? “You heard the kid.†Sniper’s voice was dripping with satisfaction, and Scout heard a reluctant kiss seal the argument before another finger edged into him. Spy’s mouth enveloped him again, and the pain of being opened up mixed with the insurmountable pleasure of a skilled tongue and warm mouth working his cock made the little runner leak little confused noises like he didn’t know what to do. Spy took him in as far as he could and moaned around him, wringing an eager little thrust from Scout. He encouraged the motion, and Sniper’s job was made a little easier as the runner relaxed into the swing of his hips bringing pleasure one way and pain the other. “God, you guys…†Scout finally whispered when the three fingers inside him were less of a pain and more of a lingering discomfort. “Fuck. Let’s do it. C’mon, Sniper. “Fuck me.†Sniper’s fingers paused within him, and Spy swallowed against his tip in surprise, pulling a particularly hard thrust from him which sent the Frenchman coughing from his position at Scout’s hips. He reclined on the bed and motioned to Sniper, his hand straying to touch his own dick as he watched Sniper stare dumbfounded at Scout. “You ‘eard ‘im.†His accent was more noticeable, and Scout had trouble understanding him for a moment, he was so desperate for anything but the cool air on his cock. “Fuck ‘im.†Sniper’s hand came up to grip the back of Scout’s neck, and the boy found himself pushed down against the bed, his face between Spy’s legs and staring up at the other man’s balls. “Ugh…†was the only complaint he voiced at the view, and that was quickly changed when Spy pushed him up and slithered under him to suck on him once again while Sniper positioned what could only be his cock against Scout’s ass. He whimpered and tensed, clenching his eyes and gritting his teeth. Sniper paused and his hand came down in a punishing slap on Scout’s ass. The boy swallowed thickly and glanced back at the Aussie. Spy’s cock was hot and thick against his chest, and the Frenchman’s tongue and lips worked at him tirelessly to help him stay focused on the pleasure of what they were doing, but in that moment that their eyes met and Sniper raised his hand to slap Scout’s ass again, they were the only two people in the camper. “Relax.†Another smack, and Scout felt himself blushing at the intensity of Sniper’s gaze and the red hand prints he was leaving on his ass cheek. “Y-yeah. Okay.†He shivered when the hand raised again and turned back around to face Spy’s thigh, pressing his lips to it and breathing in the musky scent of him. The last smack accompanied Sniper’s cock, and Scout sucked in a sharp breath at the stretch and unbearable warmth that flooded his ass. He didn’t remember to breathe until another smack came down on his ass, and then another made him whimper softly. Sniper’s thrusts became more fluid, and he angled himself around, stretching Scout out more, he thought. Or searching for something. The thought hit him just as a wave of pleasure started in his stomach and rolled all the way to the tip of his cock. He pulsed in Spy’s mouth, and the need was so intense that he bucked forward and then back onto Sniper’s cock. It didn’t hit that time, but he didn’t feel discomfort anymore. All he wanted was to feel that cock slide through him again. It did. Sniper’s hands rested on his hips and his thrusts picked up strength and speed. Spy pulled away in the middle of it all for a breather, and just really seemed to enjoy having the two men moving on top of him, because his cock was like a brand against Scout’s chest, so hard and hot that he thought the man must be in pain. When Spy arched his hips against Scout’s chest, he moaned and murmured epithets in French, though. So it must not have been too bad. Scout’s thighs shook with the strain of supporting his ass in the air, and Sniper bearing down on him. The man was stretched across his back now, his fingers trailing down Scout’s arms to cup his hands, and his mouth murmuring weird slang and normal English into the younger man’s ears all at once. Scout started cursing as he got closer. A series of whispered fucks and a few slurs for both of the men only made Sniper thrust into him faster and his aim more true to the point that he felt like he might die from over-stimulation. Spy’s hand was on half of his cock and the other half was being suckled at in the most devious ways possible, and then Sniper was causing pleasure to rocket throughout his entire being. He couldn’t handle it much longer, and when he came he felt like it might never stop. They didn’t get tired like his arm often did after a nice long wank, but Spy’s motions slowed and he drew every last bit of Scout out. Sniper continued his frenzied thrusts and suddenly Scout felt a squishing squelching to the thrusts and Sniper’s movements wound down to a slow, slow rocking until he finally stopped moving, buried in Scout. Spy’s tongue licked the dribbling come from Scout’s balls and up to his ass where Sniper was still hidden. As the marksman pulled out, he slowly lapped at any seed the motion produced, and the occasional friction against Scout’s abused entrance brought a not wholly unpleasant moan from the youth above his legs. When Sniper was completely out of Scout, Spy took over, licking and sucking at Scout, cleaning Sniper out of him like it was the best job in the world. Scout looked back and saw Spy sitting in Sniper’s lap, licking the come out of his ass and allowing the lanky Aussie to jerk him off while kissing his neck. “Oh God…†His legs shook, and as Spy finally pulled back with a satisfied lick of his lips, Scout collapsed onto the bed and the world went dark. When he woke up, it was between Spy and Sniper, beneath a blanket and squeezed onto the small bunk in Sniper’s camper. The other two men were asleep, their heads bowed above his on the pillow with his own head resting on the arms they had around each other. He carefully tried to wiggle down the bed and slip away, feeling like an intruder when a rough hand caught his scruff and pulled him back up by the back of his head. “Stay ‘til mornin’.†Sniper mumbled, one lazy blue eye opening to look down at him. It reminded him of a sleeping cat telling one of its kittens to settle the fuck down. He reached up and gripped the hand with both of his and pressed a kiss to his palm before setting it over his shoulder. The hand shifted to hold him more firmly, and Scout closed his eyes again, more than happy to fall back asleep.
This... was... amazing! This would make a delicious love triangle. Sniper falling for Scout and not paying Spy as much attention anymore. Sniper and Spy are my OTP, but reading this made me wonder if Scout wanted more than just cock from Sniper... Whatever you have planned to happen, I hope we're able to read more soon again.
Scrunchy, I appreciate you. I appreciate you and the things that you do. I appreciate also your love of spanking. These are fab, just FAB, and I hope Scout gets the opportunity to reciprocate a little, maybe. May I humbly request more with cigarette burns? If it's not your thing, then, nevermind, but if you'd be down to eroticize it, I'd be more than okay with reading it. MORE THAN OKAY. Also, thanks for the follow on the tumbles. Yaaaay. Oh, haha, the recaptcha is "sorry rimman". Sorry rim-man? No, I don't think the Spook is sorry at all. /Ever/.
Hoooo lordy. That was some good stuff.
>>7 Wow that part kind of cracked my heart a little bit. He hadn’t known that he’d had those urges too, that he’d been jealous of what they’d had. They had someone they could be themselves with and they could get off to what they liked. He couldn’t, though. Scared and repressed Scout, wanting to talk to Sniper and Spy about it. Wanting the love Sniper and Spy have for each other, but knowing that he's not going to get it from them; he thinks they hate him, even if they are having sex with him. "Maybe this would help Sniper like him. He knew that the bushman hated him..." And then at the end, when Scout wakes up in the middle of them, and tries to leave because he feels like an intruder. Ahhh, my heart. I was so happy Sniper told him to stay. Sorry for babbling. The porn was top-notch of course, but everything else about this fic is so great.
>>8 >>10 Glad y'all enjoyed it :) >>9 I don't think cigarette burns would particularly fit this fic, but I'd be willing to make a one-shot with it all on its own-- if I have the time, of course. Spy probably wouldn't have enjoyed rimming Scout as much if it hadn't been Sniper's come. He's kind of a ho for it. >>11 Don't apologize! I'm glad that you enjoyed the little emotional shit I shoved in there. My headcanon is that Scout just wants love and doesn't know how to get/ask for it and that just makes him more of a bastard to everyone else. Writing the last few paragraphs gave me the warm fuzzies. It's Not Gay I’m sorry for attempting to do the Pyro mumblies. ::::: He and Pyro been best friends since he joined. They were close, close enough for Scout to notice that Pyro wasn’t as cheerful as usual. Close enough that when Pyro’d asked if they could talk in his room, he’d been ready and willing to do anything to help his firebug get his pep back. Which was why he hadn’t turned around immediately and left the room as soon as Pyro started stripping out of his suit and the cotton layer he wore under it. Stocky, a little on the chubby side, and with arms and shoulders that could probably snap Scout into kindling, he wasn’t bad to look at. Y’know, past the scarring. Scout kept waiting for him to take off his mask, but was disappointed when the other man sat next to him on the bed and carefully reached for his shirt. He swatted his hand away and Pyro looked dejected for a moment until Scout pulled it off himself and tossed it into the pile on the floor. His shoes followed, and he pulled his legs up on the bed. “So, you gonna tell me what’s wrong now?†He asked, tilting his head to the side and nudging Pyro’s bare knee with his knuckles. “Mrph rff yrr phnnts.†Pyro muffled at him, sitting up more and rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… take off my pants?†Scout asked, raising a brow at Pyro. “Urrrhrrr.†Pyro nodded slowly and his feet and hands fumbled with each other like he was embarrassed. He muffled something else and Scout heard, “wrrnnrr grrt rrff,†in it. “You… uh…†he blushed, he couldn’t believe that he was going to ask. “You wanna get off with me?†Even though they were alone, he still found himself whispering. Pyro nodded and started gesticulating and muffling while Scout just kind of watched and thought. He liked Pyro—they were best buds, for Christ’s sake. If he was having trouble spanking it… Pyro suddenly stood, shaking his head and mumbling within his mask. When he walked back over to his cotton long johns, Scout stood and followed him. “Wait, wait, wait… do you uh… need material, or… is it just…?†Pyro stared back at him and then dropped its blank, goggled gaze. “Rrts yrr.†Scout put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. They were buds, right? They stuck together for the past two years, watching each other’s backs on the field and in the base. Hell, the only reason that the rest of the team stopped ragging on him for being the new kid was because they all thought Pyro was batshit insane and had taken Scout under his wing. He owed the guy a lot. “I… I don’t blame you, Py.†Scout forced a smirk and flexed, winking when Pyro looked back up from his shuffling feet. “I’m pretty awesome, huh?†Pyro laughed and nodded, reaching out to admire Scout’s biceps. Scout dropped his arms after he felt his muscles had been sufficiently praised, and sighed. His hands quickly undid his belt buckle, and shoved down both pants and underwear at the same time. “It ain’t gay if the balls don’t touch, and I’m not suckin’ no cock, alright?†Pyro stared at him before rushing him with the biggest fucking hug he’d ever had. He was pretty sure that his spine was going to crack any time now, and he groaned against the rough affection. “Yeah, okay, just put me down…†He wheezed, and when Pyro finally let go, he took a step back and sat down on the bed, making a show of catching his breath. “So, how we gonna do this?†He asked, leaning back casually. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed. This was a pal thing. It wasn’t gay. “Urrn urrphrr.†Pyro motioned for Scout to turn over and Scout did as he was bidden. Pyro’s hands were hot when they touched his hips, and Scout felt himself pulled until his knees were off the bed and he was bent over it. There was movement behind him, and Scout studied the black-out curtains hanging in Pyro’s window. He could at least be glad that Pyro was kind of a freak about his privacy. He felt something slick rub up against his ass, and he gripped the sheet in one hand. “D-do I have to be the one taking it, though?†He whined. Pyro paused and then his masked face looked over Scout, cocked to the side and muffling. “No, I’m not chickening out.†He pouted and elbowed Pyro. “Get your ass back there and get a move on. Christ.†Pyro was superbly gentle with his fingers. The lubricant wasn’t cold, and Pyro’s fingers themselves were hot—his entire body had its own elevated temperature. Scout had never noticed it through the suit, but now that Pyro was stroking his back and ass as his fingers moved in and out and curled within the other man, he couldn’t help but feel fire everywhere the pyromaniac touched. It was uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt until Pyro’s hot, slick member pressed against him. He gripped the sheets and growled out a curse as Pyro began a slow, careful pace, working himself in and gently kneading Scout’s shoulders and back as he went. It took forever, but Pyro rested himself fully on Scout’s back once he was finally in. He sighed through his filter, and Scout felt the slick press of their bodies shifting against each other with every breath. “O-Okay.†He finally grunted, jerking his hips back against Pyro’s. “Get moving, man.†Pyro’s hand trailed fire as one of his hands moved down Scout’s side and along his hip to his flaccid cock. A muffle of admonishment followed, and his hot hand gave Scout a pleasant little squeeze to fend off the last of the pain in his ass as Pyro began moving. Scout hadn’t thought he’d be able to get off during the course of this, but Pyro’s hand wasn’t giving him an option. Hot, heavy, and with just the right amount of pressure, Scout was soon hard and thrusting into Pyro’s palm, making muffled noises against the sheets beneath him. Pyro’s thrusts slowly got faster and just a tad harder, but he found that the pain was gone and replaced, instead, with a strange sort of pleasure, feeling something foreign moving against sensitive tissue. Then a thrust brought a swell of need, and Scout just about bucked Pyro off of him with how hard he jerked his hips back. “Oh God, Py.†He groaned, his fingers twisting into the sheets and pulling the fitted corners from their rightful places. “Just… do that again.†He urged when the firebug momentarily stopped thrusting. Pyro muffled at him, and Scout felt his cock begin moving again. His hand gave Scout’s head a gentle squeeze as he rammed himself up against that spot again, and Scout lost focus of his surroundings. After so many months of jerking off to nudie magazines, this kind of stimulation had him leaking in no time. Pyro came first, and pulled out just in time to avoid filling Scout. The young man whined, but Pyro pushed him up and turned him over before grabbing the lubricant and slicking Scout’s cock. Scout’s mouth went dry, and Pyro eagerly sheathed Scout inside him, a muffle of pain leaving his mouth as his hips met Scout’s once again. “Nrr brrlls trrchrrn.†He declared proudly, but Scout was too out of it to understand him. He started riding Scout, and the heat was almost unbearable. Scout’s hips twitched up, desperate to go that last little bit and come as hard as possible. It wasn’t until Pyro started up a muffled moaning that he felt his balls jerk and his skin prickle. One last slam of Pyro’s hips, and Scout arched from the bed, bearing Pyro with him—panting, sweaty and terrific. “Fuck, Py!†He gasped as he slowly spiraled back down. Pyro was still riding him, giving him long, slow movements and a dull look through his mask. “Yrr krr?†He sounded coy through his mask, and Scout punched his arm weakly with a laugh. “Yeah, whatever.†He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them to stare back into the masked face above him. “You wanna… uh… do this again sometime?†He asked, slapping Pyro’s ass as an indication for him to get up. “Brrs nrr trrchrrn?†“Yeah, the balls can’t touch, man.†Scout nodded, slowly standing and beginning to collect his underwear and pants. He cleaned himself off with his shirt before beginning to redress sans dirty shirt. “Rrr rrght.†Pyro laughed again and just reclined on his bed, seeming much more cheerful than he had earlier. “I’m uh… gonna go shower.†Scout said, waving and giving Pyro a small grin before zipping out.
Sniper and Spy are the worst/best sex ed teachers ever ;D
>>13 They're the best. Just wait. So, chan, I finally wrote tentacles a few weeks ago. Yay? ::::: I love the way my skin looks after he’s held me. It’s like a field of dimpled hickies, and they’re all sensitive to the rub of my clothing and the way his cool fingers slide over my skin. I never wear a shirt or pants around him, because when I dive into the moat, I strip down to my boxers. They guys are used to it and think I’m just going for a swim. They don’t know about the pipe that angles up into a reservoir and you can break the surface just as your lungs start to burn. I do it almost every day. His tentacles are possessive, and he claims they have minds of their own when they wiggle and slip and grip every part of me. I don’t call him out on it, though. The way he looks at me through those scraps of mask makes me too eager to have them around and in me. My boxers don’t last long, and are always carefully removed by two or three slick limbs that slide between my skin and the cloth and wiggle them down that way instead of just pulling them down like a human would. I don’t really mind, though. When his suckers brush my dick, it’s like electricity. Every. Time. And I’m never ready for it. I gasp and my hands grab at the tentacle feeling me up. If I glance up fast enough, I can usually catch the smirk before his face melts into innocence. “It is not me.†He says, perfectly composed and with a slight hiss to his s’s that I can never tell if it’s for show or for real. God, even if he’s half fish, he’s still a fucking Spy. “Yeah, yeah.†I stick my tongue out at him and he snaps at it playfully. The strike is faster than a blink, but I’m too used to him by now. I only flinch a little bit and we share a smile before his lips press against mine. “I have missed you.†He whispers, his tentacles coiled beneath me and supporting me from the dank floor of the cave. “You did not come yesterday.†I know he gets bored down here, but this is the only safe place for him. None of the team knows about him, and if they did… well, I know what Medic would do, anyway. “Yeah, sorry, babe.†I wrap myself around his neck and press my lips to his sealed gills. He flutters them against my lips, and I feel his chest still for longer than a breath before he starts using his lungs again. “Couldn’t get away, Soldier thinks we need more combat training and that it’ll help us win more battles… I dunno what the fuck his problem is, we do well enough on our own.†“Hm…†he nods, but I know he’s not in a conversation mood. I can tell by the way one of his tentacles keeps twitching behind him. He told me the science name for it once, but I just call it what it is. “Did Richard miss me too?†I ask, stepping down from his supporting tentacles and walking over to trace his dick-tentacle with my toe. He shivers, and Dick slithers up my leg and yanks me forward, back into my Tentaspy’s arms. “What did I tell you about the teasing?†He hisses, but I know it’s not a bad thing. He just gets really carnal when I antagonize his horny tentacle. “Not to do it unless I wanna be fucked.†I try to match his hiss, but instead it comes out in a whisper, which I guess is sexy enough, because Richard starts probing my ass, and I reach back blindly to tickle the underside. “C’mon… I know you—“ I let out a gasp when the pressure increases, and bite my lip. “What do you know?†He growls next to my ear, and I can feel it in the rest of his coiling tentacles as they swarm me, kissing along my flesh and stroking my thighs, torso and balls in the most intimate ways possible and all at the same time. “I know you want to slide that thing…†his tentacle inches forward and the sudden pressure makes me keen. “Ugh, let me talk, ya dick.†He smirks, but a kiss on my cheek and Richard slowing down to begin thrusting instead of wiggling forward helps. Kind of. “I know… that you want me.†I lean forward to nip at his bottom lip and his sharp teeth flash in a returning love-nip to my top like it’s a habit or an automatic reaction. I do it again just to feel the satisfaction in that thought. I taste blood this time when he pulls back, but I know he never means it, so I just lick it away before he can. If he gets a taste of my blood he’ll start biting while he fucks me, and I can’t have that shit on me when Medic does exams the day after tomorrow. I’ve been pretty good about not having any evidence on me when I get my checkups. We haven’t slipped up yet, and we won’t now. “You know that, yes, but what do I want to do with you?†He brushes his teeth against my jaw, then licks his way down to suck hickies onto my sternum. While he’s been distracting me, his cock-tentacle has been working its way into me, pulsing and writhing and wriggling its way a little deeper before slipping back and repeating the motion to—not really thrust, but—wiggle its way back in. He’s sucking in breaths and trying to keep calm, but the stimulation has to be killing him. “Hey… babe, you know we don’t have to foreplay if you don’t—“ Richard twists inside me and wrenches upward, pulling a gaping whine from me. I take a moment to recover myself and open my wet eyes to smile fondly at him, “want to.†I know it’s just a courtesy for me. I’d asked for it when we’d first started fucking and now he does it for niceties sake. Once I tell him he doesn’t have to, I know I’m going to get the no-holds-barred treatment, and that’s a-o-fucking-kay with me. His tentacles are all around me, picking me up and tilting me this way and that as Dick begins actual thrusting. One tentacle wraps around my cock, and I shove it away before he can notice how hard I am. He lasts way longer than me, and I don’t want to be sagging all over the place and being fucking useless when he finally gets off. I like to watch his face twist and his eyes roll back. I can’t do that if I’m too busy enjoying the feeling of his tentacles in my ass while another suckers on my cock. He pouts at me when I shove his tentacle away, but begins to loom over my body and I feel my shoulders touch the cool, slick concrete beneath us as another tentacle starts edging in next to Dick. “Ah… shit…†I murmur, wiggling in his grasp and turning my face to nuzzle the tentacle pillowing my head from the ground. I don’t move in a back and forth motion like I would have if I wasn’t suspended by tentacles. Instead of his tentacles driving into me being the only motion going on, the ones wrapped around my hips, shoulders, stomach and spreading my legs for him pull me onto his penetrating tentacles carefully working their way further in. I flex my hips and clench around his tentacle, and he lets out a harsh breath before ramming Dick as far into me as he can get. His suckers find my spot and my vision goes dark for a split-second as pleasure hits me like a bolt of lightning. When I blink away stars, the Tentaspy is smirking at me, and I glower back at him. “What, you waiting for an invitation to do that again?†I ask, thrusting my hips and getting him to brush against it a second time. I shiver and my eyes close halfway before he slips his tentacles out and makes room for a few more until Dick’s slicked up again. It doesn’t secrete slime as fast as his other tentacles do, he says, but I think he’s full of it. He just wants me to suck on him “to get the juices flowing.†Bullshit. The tip of Richard nudges my lips and I open my mouth when one of his tentacles stabs into me. A groan rumbles out of my throat as his dick-tentacle invades my mouth, and then I start sucking and licking. He lets me control how much I let in. One incident where he almost choked me to death and we came to an agreement that when he’s in my ass he can control the pace and shit because I don’t breathe out of my ass. If he’s in my mouth, that’s my territory. I raise my hands to stroke the rest of his dick-tentacle while my lips and tongue tease the suckers along the bottom of it. The tip curls happily against my cheek, and I slide over to give it a loving lick before letting his tentacle back into my mouth and bobbing my head along about five inches of it. Maybe. It keeps squirming so it’s hard to tell, but when it’s fully extended I feel it against the back of my throat, flicking more out of instinct than the intent of activating my gag reflex. I swallow around him once before sucking my way quickly back off, taking a deep breath and coughing. His hands touch my face and stroke my cheeks, and he murmurs to me in French while I get my breath back, still stroking and fondling his tentacle while his other limbs take turns thrusting into me and suckling along my skin. I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I don’t want to be the only one satisfied when I do come. He puts so much effort into making me happy; I have to give something back. I suck on him with renewed vigor, and his face twists and his jaw falls slack as I take him deep and swallow before slowly pulling back off and taking him back in again. “I think… I think it can return.†He tells me, cupping my chin with his palm when I try to go back down on him. He pulls me up for a kiss instead, and I wonder if he minds the taste of his own slime on my lips and in my mouth—I know I don’t, but the taste of my own spunk when it’s in his mouth kind of squicks me out. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to still kiss him, though. His teeth scrape against my lip and his tongue pushes in to slide against mine and I suck on it slowly while his dick-tentacle slips back into me and starts using quick, hard thrusts that make his eyes roll back and his lips go slack against mine. I take over the kissing and just watch his face as he works for release, letting out moans when his tentacle brushes just right. One of his tentacles suddenly wraps around my cock and a much more forceful moan leaves my throat. I can feel him getting close by the quick, dirty thrusts he’s giving my ass, and the almost careless abandon he’s handling my cock with. I kiss him hard, gripping his head and pulling him closer so that our teeth clash and our shared moans are as lost in each other as we are. When he comes, his tentacles tighten around me almost painfully, and instead of fighting it, I relax and let him squeeze. My body, anyway. The tentacle around my cock is the only one that relaxes once we’ve both come, and I go limp with exhaustion. I never really do anything, but he always takes the energy right out of me. I shiver once the heat begins to fade from my flushed body and his tentacles loosen to a lighter grip as he takes me over where my blanket is lying. It was hard to find a plastic bag big enough to get it here, but it’s worth it after a good fuck. I’d rather be warm than cold, and… well, he doesn’t have much body heat. Tentaspy lingers near me as I wrap myself up in the air-chilled blanket. When I smile at him, he smiles back and leans closer. “When will you be back?†“Eh… not tomorrow and not the next day. Soon, though.†I tell him, and he looks so fucking sad. “Hey… hey, look.†I reach out and the blanket falls from around my shoulders as I take his face in my hands. His tentacles come up and pull the blanket more tightly around me, and he averts his eyes, like he’s ashamed he showed me that kind of weakness. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, alright?†I nip his bottom lip and he nips my top lip in return, a small smile perking the edges of his lips. “And then you can fuck me without foreplay all you want, okay?†“And you will suck on my tentacle?†“You mean Richard?†“I do not know why you would give him such a name.†He grumbles, but it’s good natured and I pull him in for a hug. “ ‘cause you’ve got so many tentacles, I gotta be able to tell the specialest one apart.†I glance down at the tentacles swarming my blanket and find the least social and most groggy one. I reach out my hand to stroke it and it recoils as Tentaspy hisses and his hand catches mine. I chuckle and twine our fingers together, leaning my head against his shoulder and enjoying the time we have together until I have to go back to my life without him.
I would have loved to know which class the Tentaspy was having sex with. According the way of speaking I would say the Scout. However, I tried to pretend it was the Sniper.
>>14 I love this fic, but it appears a small section of it has been featured here: http://wtffanfiction.com/post/43845583367/fandom-team-fortress-2-we-came-to-an-agreement Aha, but really, I think it's some of your best work. Keep it up!
>>15 He's whoever you want him to be, Anon. (But yes, the narrator was supposed to be Scout.) >>16 Thanks, Anon! You made my night! Scout say some of the darnedest things... Glad I didn't do tentacles too badly. Might write some more eventually.
So, uh… Knightspendid wanted some Spy/Sniper with top!Spy and consensual roughness and lots of smooching and I absolutely loved reading her phone sex fic (http://tinyurl.com/cfhwm7z), so I asked if I could make a continuation and so this is it. ::::: “… if I saw you…I’d strip down, yeah, then kneel on the ground right in front of you, and then I’d let you do whatever the hell you wanted to me.†“My next job is in Sydney.†It was an unprofessional urge. So terribly, woefully, intimately unprofessional that the Spy thought he might be going insane. The receiver was quiet for an infinite moment. Spy carefully took a drag on his post-orgasm cigarette and slipped down further on his stained sheets. He almost thought that the other man had hung up before he caught a breath from the other end. “It will…†he tried to recover it, tried to… tried to make it like he hadn’t been offering that. “It will make the long-distance less of a drain on my funds.†It never had been, and this never an option. He should have just called him from the hotel and teased him with the information. I’m in the same country as you… I’m closer than ever before and there’s nothing you can do about it, petit. I could stride in and you wouldn’t even know… I could come up behind you at your desk and bind you to the chair before mounting your hips and— “Which hotel?†It was a dry croak, and it only served to make Spy feel even more dismal at his slip up. “Are you quite sure?†He asked, his cigarette long forgotten and almost down to the filter between his fingers. There was another pause, and Spy took a shallow, slow breath that the other wouldn’t be able to hear. He couldn’t betray his own nervousness to the Sniper. He was the confident one. He was the one that garnered the control. “Bloody hell, Spy.†He could hear the creak of Sniper leaning back in his chair and licked his lips at the thought of the other man being so frustrated. He was probably grimacing, scrubbing his hand through his dishelved hair, and still with his pants down about his knees. Suddenly, he spoke again, “If I have to track you down myself…†the threat in the rough growl made Spy’s spent cock jerk. “Mon dieu…†Perhaps all was not lost. “Don’t you bloody well tell me something like that and then ask—“ “Meet me at the opera house at 6 o’clock.†He said, his hand shaking on the receiver. “Loosen your hold on your phone… you might break it.†He murmured, knowing the other man far better than he ought to. He heard a soft, relieved, desperate laugh break through the thick silence on the other end. “Six o’clock…?†“In eight days…†“Yeah?†“Wear your uniform.†He smirked and heard a soft curse on the other end of the phone. “I will be in my suit… you may not touch me until we arrive at the room.†He heard a sharp inhale on the other end, and then hung up the phone before the Sniper could say anything more. Lighting another cigarette, Spy slid down his bed and closed his eyes as he let out a long, slow breath. Dear God, this was a wonderfully horrible idea. ::::: He didn’t call again. The Sniper was reliable, as most professionals were, and Spy was sure that he would be there without his needing to reaffirm their plans. At four o’clock, he set out to complete his objective—stealing the layout of a smuggling operation from the curator’s office. It was simple, quick, and he soon had the plans locked away in his own room. His accommodations were not impressive, so he felt the need to secure his own at a less... well, dumpy place. His employer would also likely have his provided hotel watched, which wouldn’t be a good environment to bring his guest into—especially for what they were doing. He chose a tall, modern place just a few blocks from the building that they would meet at. He stood casually in the rabble of suited men awaiting dates or getting a bit of fresh air before the show. He blended in perfectly, a hat tipped over a bland face in the thick of a crowd, dressed in an impeccable three-piece suit with black leather gloves on his hands. He looked nonchalant, unenthused to be there, but his eyes roved the people approaching the place. Men in suits, women in gaudy dresses, and children in their Sunday best out to be cultured… The sun was setting, and the Spy checked his watch carefully. A few minutes yet—and then he saw him. The word that popped into his mind first was rangy, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Tall, well built, tanned and with a scar on his cheek. His hair shined and looked awkward in the part he had combed into it. No, it was most likely more at home beneath a hat, or slightly mussed with the click of a tongue when it wouldn’t mind itself. His shirt was tucked in, and his slacks were just as tight as Spy had always imagined them to be. The Sniper turned to face the street, perhaps looking for him fruitlessly, and Spy felt himself weaken at the pull of the black fabric against the curve of his ass. He waited until precisely six o’clock to approach him, flicking his cigarette into a waste bin and moving silently through the small crowd still present. “Monsieur,†he breathed, honestly surprised that he could keep his voice steady at all. To his satisfaction, the Sniper jumped, if only slightly, and when he turned, he saw that the man’s eyes were the most lovely shade of grey. “E-evening…†Sniper stuttered out, and Spy smiled at him, allowing his eyes to give the Aussie a teasing once-over as he merely stood there, allowing the moment to seep in. “This is your last chance,†his eyes combed the Sniper, and he changed his favorite nickname for the man from petit, “mon loup…“ The Sniper smiled at him, and it was crooked and attractive and altogether a wonderful thing to be able to see and not to assume. He leaned closer, but was careful not to touch, as he had been instructed. “You like it dirty, don’t you? Well this is about as filthy as it gets.†Indeed it was. Spy shivered and began walking away from the theater, toward the hotel he had his second room in. It was such a wonderfully dirty thing to meet the Sniper like this, to defy their moral codes of professionalism for something so simple as a fuck. Not for each other. No, that could never be it. His stomach buzzed with contention, and Sniper’s long strides brought him level with the Spy. They walked in silence, never touching or even looking at each other. Spy wanted to race for the elevator as soon as they hit the lobby, and the ride up— private, alone and in such a confined space that he fancied he could feel the Sniper’s warmth against his arm, smell his musk and taste him on the air—was torture. He was careful not to fumble with his key when they reached the door, opening it slowly because that’s what a calm, collected sort of man would do in this situation. He allowed Sniper to enter the room first, and he turned to lock the door carefully behind them. When he straightened and turned, there was scarcely an inch between himself and Sniper’s stubbled chin. “How are you?†Spy found himself asking, his tongue felt heavy and sloppy as he asked the question. “Fine I guess.†Sniper’s voice was different from how it sounded on the phone, it was gruff and beautiful and still held a bit of the danger and filth from his comment before. The man was much better with people in person than he was over a phone line. “And you?†“Curious.†Spy told him, reaching up to trace the man’s arm with the leather tips of his gloves. “Now that I’m here… and you are also here…†He flicked his eyes up from Sniper’s slightly crooked teeth to the insurmountable mystery that lay within his gaze. “What would you like to do to me?†He thought it was sufficiently teasing and clever to ask. “Well…†Sniper scooted forward, and Spy glanced down to see that he was wearing boots, scuffed, old, and clashing with his pressed pants and shirt, the neat knot of his tie. They fit him perfectly while everything else seemed to clash with the roughness of him, and the feral intensity with which his eyes raked over— “I guess I’d like to kiss you. First off.†Spy felt his stomach flop over and arms captured him before he could back away. It wasn’t what he’d said, rather, it was how he’d said it—like it was something important, something that needed to be done. Kissing wasn’t needed for sex. When he looked back up at the man’s face, he looked… scared? unsure? surprised? It wasn’t a question he had thought to ask on the phone, mostly because it wasn’t his business, and he didn’t want to know. “You have still never tasted a man?†He felt an emotion rush through him; it wasn’t something like satisfaction or anticipation, though. It was much deeper and more sinister. The feeling intensified to elation when the Sniper shook his head and then awkwardly nodded. “No, yeah…†He affirmed, ducking his head and loosening his arms around Spy. The Spy finally brought his own arms up around the other man, one to press against the small of his back, and the other to guide his lips to meet his own via his stubbled, scarred cheek. Emotion welled within him, and it struck Spy once again with how wrong it was. However, once he felt chapped lips carefully pressing against his and tasted coffee and recent, cheap cigarette smoke, he stopped thinking about how he shouldn't feel, and how much he should care that this first, rusty kiss was making something gentler than lusting heat roil through him. He let his breath out slowly, and when Sniper’s tongue carefully nudged between his slack lips, he met it with his own and scooted closer to the Sniper, pressing against the heat of his body and enjoying the unfamiliar taste of another. Sniper sighed softly, and Spy felt his warm, strong arms tighten around his waist and back, pulling him more firmly against the man of his passions and fantasies. If he ever got off to anyone else in the past months, it was rare and most likely a seduction related to work. Spy enjoyed the kiss far more than he ought to have, and the searing warmth he felt even through both layers of their clothing wasn’t helping matters at all. When he finally squirmed his hands between them to undo the buttons on his jacket, Sniper’s arms loosened, and he acted as if he might pull away from the kiss. Spy’s hands jumped of their own accord from his own jacket to pulling Sniper’s shirt back toward him and he pushed himself up on the balls of his feet to clear a bit of the height difference and intensify the kiss. Sniper’s arms resumed their hold, and Spy was finally satisfied enough to continue the removal of his clothes. He took care of the buttons on his vest as well, and loosened his own tie before finally and very reluctantly pulling away. He left Sniper gasping, and it stroked his ego far too nicely for him to stay away from the bushman for long. He wasn’t desperate, though, he chided himself, and he carefully crossed to the closet to hang up half of his suit like a civilized man. He glanced at Sniper, and the intense heat in his gaze coupled with the fact that he was willing to stand there and wait for the Spy made his heart race. As he strode back to the tall, lanky Aussie, he felt like a pursuing predator. “How do I taste?†He asked, raising his hand to stroke the simple red tie, cupping it and following its path from Sniper’s neck all the way down his chest to just above his navel. He allowed his knuckles to lightly brush the man’s shirt, and he knew that the taut Aussie could feel the trail like a brand. It was written all over his face. He raised his hand for another pass and Sniper’s gaze burned into his with all the desires and need that they had built between them in the past months. The courage to believe that this was really happening, that he was actually with another man was still dawning somewhere in the back of his mind, but the fact that they had been here before—through the phone—almost a dozen times helped him cope. “Would you like to taste me again?†Spy whispered, fiddling with the red strip of woven cotton and silk. Though the other man was stronger and taller and needier than him, he held the power here, just as he always had. It was intoxicating. “God, yes…†Sniper’s voice was little more than a growl, and it jerked right down to Spy’s groin. He didn’t wait any longer, and their lips met again, harsh and hard and deliciously needy as he gripped and pulled hard on the tie around the Aussie’s neck. There was absolutely no hesitance this time, just the sucking, biting urge to devour one another, to breathe their breath and enjoy what was withheld throughout the past few months of their—purely carnal—relationship. To touch and taste, and feel how much he wanted this man. Spy’s voice was rough when he pulled back from Sniper, and he had to clear his throat of the other man in order for anything sensible and English to come out. “How long will you stay?†Sniper’s lips hadn’t taken long to amuse themselves with the Spy’s jaw and neck, a hand creeping up to work at the top few buttons of his shirt so that he could slip his strong, slick tongue over Spy’s skin and press long, desperate kisses against his thrumming pulse and bobbing Adam’s Apple. “Until you tell me to leave… until you leave… until I can’t take you anymore…†Sniper shrugged and sucked a mark onto the sensitive flesh right beneath his ear. Spy felt his knees weaken, and finally mustered the strength to push Sniper away. So many nights spent writhing on a hotel bed with his knees crooked and his hand on his cock, bound by the words of this man moaning and gasping and growling into his ear left him with desperate temptation. They were all dangerous sentiments. He didn’t want the Sniper to leave—wouldn’t want him to after having his way with him either. He leaned up to press a soft, chaste kiss to the other man’s lips, and pushed more firmly against his chest when he licked Spy’s retreating lips. “Please… Sniper…†the other man opened his mouth as if to tell him his real name, and the Spy slapped his hand over his mouth. “No, no… no, cher, that is not a good idea.†The Sniper looked hurt, and Spy removed his hand to kiss his lips. None of this was a good idea. “Now, now do not look at me like that. We have tonight…†he felt a sad smirk tug at his lips and kissed his way over to Sniper’s ear. “What will you do with me?†he whispered, and he felt the other man’s firm chest hitch against his. Strong hands gripped his limbs and hips and Spy thought that the Sniper was going to shove him against the wall, take advantage of the physical difference and roughly fuck him until the moon began to set. Instead, he stepped back and loosened his tie, slowly, almost teasingly. It hit the floor before he started on the buttons of his shirt. His pants clung to his hips even after his belt clinked to the floor, and they still didn’t fall when he unbuttoned them and just let them hang for an infinite moment while Spy watched, his heart pounding hard and fast in his chest. Thick hair trailed down from his navel, and Spy was delighted to see his zipper part to show more of the same. A moan welled up in his chest. “You really don’t wear underwear…†He took a step forward as Sniper toed off his boots and shimmied his pants down. The other man left them carelessly on the floor, nothing like what the Spy had done, carefully hanging his jacket, vest and tie. The dim light reflected against scars, horrible, beautiful things that curved and sliced and sat as bullet-sized holes against his darkly tanned skin. He didn’t move again until the Sniper ran a hand through his hair, mussing it more than Spy’s fingers already had, and stepped forward to kneel before him. Spy stared down at the Sniper. This big, lean, delicious piece of Australian was everything he’d imagined, everything he'd been lead to believe—uncut, scarred, tanned, wiley, deceptively awkward and quick to adapt. He was also staring up at Spy like all he wanted was the man’s cock in his mouth. “What do you want from me… petit?†He asked, licking his lips and taking a step forward. The other man was already half hard, and his fingertips stroked against his own hips and thighs as he waited for Spy to come closer. “Whatever the hell you want to do to me.†The Sniper replied, his voice less of a growl and more of a desperate plea. The fact that the other man was willing to put himself in such a powerless position, to bare himself and debase his professionalism, to be whatever Spy needed even at the cost of his own values and needs… Spy was suddenly aware of how horrifyingly constricting his pants were, and he crept closer to the Sniper, his polished shoes soundless against the plush carpet digging into the other man’s knees. “Open my pants… and suck my cock.†Spy told him, swallowing slowly and feeling a new level of discomfort as his cock gave a hot, needy throb from within its confines. Sniper’s thick fingers were clever and quick, and made short work of the Spy’s belt and the button on his pants. The pressure from the other side of the zipper made it a little difficult to tug it down, but once he got it started, Spy was bulging out of his pants, his underwear doing little to restrain his needy length. Sniper looked unsure again, but it was only for an instant before he pressed his face against Spy’s underwear clothed cock, nuzzling and mouthing at it through the thin, torturous cotton. An uncouth whine escaped Spy, and he rested a hand on Sniper’s hair when the man finally trailed his hands up the backs of his thighs and gripped his ass before pulling his underwear down resolutely. His cock sprang free, and Sniper’s lips kissed it, sucking on the tip briefly before he took more into his mouth and drew himself slowly back off. Spy’s hand gripped Sniper’s hair and the next time the man suckled his way off his cock to lay a panting kiss against the leaking head, he looked up at Spy and winked. “You can pull it if you want.†Sniper suggested, and Spy stared at him as his hand came up to run the rough, calloused pad of his thumb along the side of it while his lips kissed and the tip of his tongue teased at the slit and head, allowing the other to stare dumbly at him. “My hair…†he clarified when Spy stayed mute and motionless. He carefully took Spy back into his mouth and began bobbing again. Spy’s hand suddenly tightened in Sniper’s short, tousled locks, and the man gave a harsh pull, dragging Sniper’s head forward and his mouth farther up his hard, hot length—farther than the Sniper had been delving before. Sniper’s hands gripped Spy’s hips, but he didn’t pull all the way back, just allowed himself to give the underside of Spy’s cock the barest of friction with his tongue. Spy moaned, and drew the Sniper back off of him by his hair, wrenching slightly when the other man attempted to return the aching, throbbing mess to his mouth. “I do not want to come now.†Spy gritted out, and he let go of the Sniper’s hair to shove him back on the floor. His head hit the carpet, and the Sniper smirked up at Spy as he kicked his shoes and slacks to the side. “Come whenever you like, love.†Sniper’s voice was husky, and his eyes were dark from need. They had talked about this, so the Sniper knew what to expect. Spy had warned him that it would hurt, and then it would feel strange and wonderful at the same time. Spy pulled off one of his gloves with his teeth, and Sniper groaned at the sight, his knees raised and parted slightly, as he wasn’t sure what was to come yet. When Spy began sucking on his index finger, and then added his middle, Sniper’s chest hitched again, and he spread his legs more, anticipation and uncertainty and lust playing across his features like a poorly plotted movie. Spy’s fingers emerged slick and wet, and he reached forward to pull Sniper back up so that he could kiss him again. He tasted the salt of himself on the man’s tongue, and his forefinger began pressing into Sniper’s ass as he sucked on his tongue, reveling in the combined taste of himself and his lover. He felt the Sniper flinch at the pain, and Spy kissed him more fervently, his tongue twisting and dipping, reveling in the other’s mouth like a second home. The Sniper sucked weakly on his tongue, his attention focused more toward the discomfort in his ass than the skilled tongue working against his own. Spy pulled back slowly and pressed gentle, reverent kisses to Sniper’s lips, cheek and jaw. “All will be fine, petit…†He whispered, and his voice was rough from lack of attention to his own cock and the knowledge that the Sniper beneath him was wilting against his hip. He stroked his other hand from where it had settled on the Aussie’s shoulder down his chest and stomach to curl around his cock and give it long, slow pulls. Sniper let out a soft noise, and grimaced beneath him. Spy knew that the combination of the strange stretch and the pleasure of having a hand on his cock was probably confusing him, and he slipped his second finger in impatiently as he took his own cock in his hand with Sniper’s. He began jerking them both off together, hoping to overshadow the momentary discomfort with the pleasure of hot flesh against flesh. He kissed him again as well, all part of the same distraction, he told himself. He wasn’t beginning to adore the taste of the Aussie that lingered on his tongue every time he withdrew from his mouth. That would be stupid and too close for comfort. The Sniper reacted to his kiss this time, and his tongue traced Spy’s lips and flicked against the roof of his mouth, trying to aid in the distraction as Sniper’s hips finally bucked up against Spy’s stiff cock. “You are quite bad at multi-tasking…†Spy simpered when Sniper pulled away to suck at his lips and kiss his way down from his lips to his neck again. “Shhh…†Sniper bit lightly at his skin, and Spy’s hips thrusted roughly against Sniper’s cock. The man chuckled beneath Spy, and he clenched his eyes when he felt teeth scrape along his throat to nibble on his jugular. The Spy started thrusting again, and that’s when the Sniper decided to bite him so hard that he was surely leaving dimpled marks behind on the Spy’s skin. The thought made Spy’s hand twist inside the Sniper’s ass, unheeded by the amused hunter until Spy brushed against a bundle of nerves that made his cock jump and his hips snap up into the Spy’s cock and hand. “Bloody fuck.†The Sniper hissed, and he felt the hand leave his ass to come up and twine in his hair. Spy wrenched his head back, and pressed soft kisses down his jaw, across his throat, and then gave his collarbone a vicious bite that wrung a soft whimper out of the other man. His cock hardened even as he thrusted up against Spy’s own leaking cock and the hand around them both smeared their precum across their heads, making a mixture of the stuff. Spy’s hand left their cocks, though Sniper’s hips still twitched up against his stomach, and occasionally ground their cocks trapped between them. Spy slipped his fingers into Sniper’s mouth, three at a time, and allowed him to nibble the tips before he swabbed around, agitating the man’s saliva glands to collect his spit. He withdrew his fingers from the Sniper’s mouth, dripping with slaver and leaned back to coat himself as thoroughly as he could with it. He huffed in agitation and spat in his hand to add his own to his insufficiently lubed cock before positioning himself and spreading Sniper’s ass cheeks to press in. He groaned at the tight heat, and the Sniper beneath him bit his lip and made an uncomfortable noise. Spy wrapped his hand around Sniper’s cock to help him keep it up despite the discomfort, and he leaned up to kiss him again, slowly, sensually, allowing his tongue and teeth to play with the man’s mouth and drawing lovely little noises from him. It didn’t take much for the Sniper’s ass to adjust to Spy, and even once he stopped making uncomfortable little, “unhâ€s, the Spy continued kissing him, swallowing his gasps for air, and setting a deliberate pace until he could find the Sniper’s prostate again. When he did, the moan that rattled through him from Sniper’s mouth sent a shock through him that hitched his balls and made his stomach flip. He withdrew his hand from Sniper’s hair and moved his hand from his cock to his hips so that he could properly grip him. Then, he started fucking him senseless. The Sniper couldn’t breathe at first, with the intense stimulation robbing his lungs of all power, and the little gasps he made into the Spy’s mouth weren’t giving him the sufficient air he needed to moan and curse and bask in the Spy’s cock abusing him over and over again. “Oh baby…†Sniper croaked once he’d gotten his breath somewhat back. Spy gave him a particularly rough thrust, and left the Sniper seeing stars and once again robbed of speech. “Oui, mon cher?†Spy asked innocently before rolling his hips up into the Sniper again and getting a desperate grunt from him in return. He chuckled and continued to roll his hips as his lips returned to Sniper’s, kissing and suckling and occasionally giving the man the consideration of oxygen. When Sniper came, it was a messy affair that left a slick slide between their bodies, and his hands gripped hard at Spy, bruising his shoulder and his hip, desperate for something to keep him grounded because he no doubt felt like he was about to fall off the edge of a non-existent cliff. Spy knew he was going to have marks tomorrow. He was going to have bruises from fingertips and teeth and greedy, desperate lips. He came with a few more thrusts, and Sniper arched beneath him, his stomach heaving, and his cock bouncing limply against his messy, smeared stomach. They lay there for several moments, catching their breath and enjoying the warmth of another body. When Sniper finally had enough of his mind back, he said, softly, “wanna shower or get up on the bed?†“Mon dieu, I don’t think I can even move…†Spy admitted reluctantly, his muscles strained to their limits and his mind drained from having held back until his partner came first. No, not partner. Not lover, not— Sniper shifted beneath him, and he felt come drip from his cock onto the carpet as he slipped from the other man’s ass. Sniper stood unsteadily, and Spy slipped off of him, rolling onto his back with the reluctant groan of someone perfectly content on staying right where they are until morning. Sniper left him there, wobbling to the bathroom and leaving the door open so that Spy could watch his ass as he turned the tub on. Steam rose from the large porcelain basin, and the Sniper returned to Spy, scooping him up and grunting as he straightened. Spy wrapped his arms around Sniper’s neck, and, despite his contention about what they really were to each other, he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the Sniper’s stubbled cheek. Sniper pressed a lingering smooch to the Spy’s lips, light, innocent and more than a little possessive, Spy thought. Sniper lowered him into the steaming water, and the Frenchman winced at the heat of the water at first, but then relaxed into the warmth with a sigh. The Sniper took the other side of the tub, sitting across from the Spy as they soaked silently in the still-filling tub. He reached over to turn the water off once it was an inch beneath the rim, and Spy watched silently as his long legs stretched out beneath the clear water between his own. He brushed his toe against Sniper’s thigh, and flashed the man a quick smile when his eyes snapped open from reveling. “I am glad that you came.†“Me too, love.†Sniper smiled and raised his hand to blow Spy a kiss across the tub. “Me too.â€
Eccentricity I don't think I've put this little thing up on the chan yet. It's not adult, but I don't want to go all the way over to /fanfic/ to post it. ::::: Soldier’s an eccentric human being; no two ways about it. Engineer was no stranger to eccentricities. He’d come from the heart of Texas, after all. They were passionate down there. They loved America, Dr. Pepper, guns, livestock, hunting and guns. They thrived on the things that made them proud to call America their home. Soldier took it to a whole other level, though. When the president was on, Soldier was waiting in front of the TV half an hour prior. When one of the team made an off comment about Engineer’s performance on the field, or even Scout’s for that matter, they were rebuffed with stringent verbal abuse and told that Americans would always perform more satisfactory than them because they were “bred for battle.†When he used Engineer’s dispensers, he would always rest a hand on them reverently before complementing Engineer on his work. He never tired of letting people know that things that were made in the USA would always work better, longer and harder than any “commie shit†that was imported from another country. He’d known about Soldier’s… Soldierisms before, but Engineer had never seen Soldier anywhere near as crazy as he seemed when they’d become an item. He’d never been asked into a relationship with a rocket launcher on the table between himself and his love interest, never received a Valentine’s card that proclaimed, “THE BEST THINGS ARE MAD IN THE USA, AND YOU ARE AMERICAN, SO YOU ARE A GREAT THING,†and certainly never been head butted in the head (by accident, mind) while receiving a first kiss. All three of these happened to him in the space of five minutes. Their first Valentine’s Day, the start of their relationship, had been awkward, but Engineer wouldn’t have had it any other way. Soldier had been acting nervous for the past few days, to the point of blowing up Spy and Sniper when they triggered his paranoia, and he shoved a Shotgun in Scout’s face when he slipped up and called him a faggot as a joke. Engineer had figured that the kid knew better after getting his face slammed into the ground within his first week of joining. He’d occasionally get away with it, now that the man saw that he was helpful (usually) to the team, but it hit too close to home when Soldier was planning to talk to Engineer about just that. He’d entered Engineer’s shop on the pretense of needing adjustments made to his rocket launcher. Engineer gave him that easy Southern smile of his and pulled up his goggles to have a closer look. When he said that it all looked good, Soldier presented him with the card, an eagle’s head drawn with an American flag painfully detailed in the background. Within the surprisingly well-drawn mash-up of American symbolism was a declaration of Soldier’s affection as well as the statement that he was made in America, and therefore great. Engineer stared at the card for what seemed like an eternity, and when he finally looked up at Soldier, their helmets crashed together, and he wouldn’t feel the pain in his nose until much later because he was mostly concerned with the rough, chapped lips pressing against his own. “Soldier!†He muffled, pushing the other man back and stumbling back over his chair in his effort to put a little space between them. Even with his worktable, he wasn’t sure that would be an impediment to the red blooded, insanely fit American. The look on what he could see of Soldier’s face made his heart stop, and he quickly scrambled back onto his feet. “Now listen here, son.†He jogged over to stand between Soldier and the door, because the red-faced man was eying it with his jaw working behind tightly closed lips. “That ain’t how you get a kiss.†Engineer finally told him, rubbing the back of his own neck and giving him a sheepish grin. When Soldier’s jaw stopped working, and his lips, previously a white, embarrassed line started to loosen and regain some of their color, he kept going. “Now, if you want to kiss me. You can’t just surprise a fella like that.†He tapped his hardhat. “Especially when we’re both likely to get a concussion from these things knocking together.†He slowly approached Soldier, expecting him to dodge around him and run, but the man just stood there like a startled deer, waiting for the car to hit. Engineer’s forehead was just high enough to reach Soldier’s chin, and he craned his neck to look up at the man. Two wide blue eyes stared down at him from beneath the concealing helmet. In all his years of working together, Engineer had never seen Soldier look scared. He’d face down danger and get blown to bits or triumph over it, but whatever he felt for Engineer terrified him. It only encouraged the Texan. If the Midwesterner was scared as shitless as he looked, then there was a good chance that what he was doing now was real, that he wasn’t acting on some sick whim to have a partner until he grew bored. If he was scared, then this was something he’d never felt before. Engineer reached up with his left hand and traced his thumb along Soldier’s lightly stubbled cheek. “If we’ve got these things on, y’gotta be gentle…†he said softly and he tilted his head as He directed Soldier’s slowly back down toward his own. Their lips met much more softly this time, and Engineer smiled against Soldier’s quivering lips. He shifted the way his head was tilted, scraping their hats together as he switched sides and sucked lightly on Soldier’s bottom lip the entire way. Thick hands rested on his shoulders, and the weight of them gave Engineer the impression that Soldier was about to fall down. He pulled back just as slowly as he’d come, and carefully pulled Soldier around his desk so that he could sit him in his drafting chair once he’d righted it with a flick of his foot. Soldier’s face was still red as a vine ripened tomato, but his eyes were closed, and his face was much more lax as he allowed himself to be sat down. Engineer picked up the card and leaned back on his drafting table, looking at the art on the front and then the inside inscription while Soldier just sat in his chair, absorbing (he assumed) the lesson he’d just been taught. Once Soldier was up to standing again, he took the single step separating himself and Engineer, straight backed and rigid as ever. “Yessir?†Engineer asked, looking up and putting the card gently back on his desk. “May I have another?†Soldier asked, staring down at Engineer with a light in his eyes that the Texan hadn’t seen before. Engineer sniffed and felt a throb in the bridge of his nose. It would probably bruise. He reached up and plucked off Soldier’s helmet, and his own hard hat followed. He stacked them on his desk and reached up to run a hand through Soldier’s military-issue buzz cut. “S’long as you’re gentle, y’hear?†“Sir, yes, sir.†Soldier rumbled in the quietest tone Engineer had ever heard from the other man. Their lips met again, and it wasn’t until Soldier’s rocket launcher hit the floor on the other side of the desk that they realized that Engineer’s work table wasn’t the best place to have a kissing lesson.
>>18 I really liked this, but I'm wondering why you didn't have them use lube? It took me out of the story, a bit. I'm willing to suspend disbelief a bit as far as lube goes depending on the situation, but considering that they're at a hotel and had very clearly planned on having sex, and it seems implied that they'd planned on having anal, it seems strange that Spy wouldn't have planned ahead and brought some sort of lubrication.
Dat Spy/Sniper... Dammit, I'll never visit TF2chan again when I'm having an exam on the same day. How am I supposed to concentrate after reading something like that? If I'll fail it, I will blame you! I love that phone sex fic as well and I've been hoping someone would continue it. And you did. It was delicious.
>>20 I totally understand what you mean. I think I let a finger-sucking kink get in the way of being believable and I'm sorry it took you out of it. I'm glad you liked it besides that part, though, and will make sure to keep believeability as a priority in future fics, no matter how much I want Spy's fingers sucked on. >>21 Eheh, oops? ;D Glad you enjoyed! ::::: The kid was like a woman, give him and inch and he’d strip you for a mile. Let him into your workshop once, and he’d bust in all the time. Talk to him a little bit and he wouldn’t shut the hell up. “So my brother was like, ‘hey, I’m not a faggot!’ and then the rest of us were like, ‘yeah, sure, you fuckin’ queer!’ †Scout’s raucous laugh echoed slightly in Engineer’s shop, and the Texan slowly set his pencil down, quivering with what must have been mirth. “And, and then…†Scout snickered to himself, unable to finish the story. “Boy, get the hell outta my shop.†Let a Scout hang around, and eventually he’ll rub against a nerve that ought not to be disturbed. Scout’s juvenile tittering slowed to a creaking, wheezing halt when he realized that the Engineer had stood from his chair, and was completely serious. “What the fuck’re you talkin’ about, Engie?†He asked, still smiling a small, confused smile. “Boy, I said to get out. I don’t want any of your bigoted nonsense in my shop.†“Bigot—?†Scout’s nose wrinkled, and he gave the short southerner a look the other man had never seen before—thoughtful and as if something deeper than baseball, fighting and women were running through his little brain. “Oh.†Engineer felt his face heating up—not with embarrassment, he told himself, he’d never be embarrassed about something like this—and nodded solemnly. “Now if you’ll get out, I have some work to do.†Scout didn’t necessarily wilt under the Texan’s goggle-hidden glare, but the boy certainly had a good deal of spunk taken out of him. He walked to the door, whereas, when he entered, he usually raced in. “Engie…†A gruff, unyielding noise met him, and Scout let the door swing closed behind him. ::::: Scout didn’t come back for an entire week, and Engineer had almost forgiven him by the time he heard a knock on his door, and hollered for his guest to come in. He looked up when he didn’t hear the rough tromp of boots, and Scout was only silent until their eyes met. “Okay, so listen, I’ve been thinking, y’know? and I don’t mean the kind of thinking that two guys do when one guy breaks another’s shit and then comes back and apologizes and they’re friends again,†he finally took a breath, paused to see if Engineer was following him, a resounding no, and then continued, nonetheless. “… what I’m trying to say is that even if you’re a f—qu—uh… y’like dudes, I’m okay with that and I really want to come back and sit in your shop because I seriously have nothing to do and I’m bored and you’re the only one here that will put up with me and I’m sorry for all those times that I called you a fag with the team around where you couldn’t be like, ‘shut the hell up, boy!’ and if that offended you I’m really so—“ Engineer finally just slapped a hand across the kid’s mouth and shook his head. The noise that escaped from behind his hand was small and pained, like a child being told that they couldn’t have their favorite toy anymore. “You could have just said, ‘sorry,’ son.†Engineer told him with a small smile after staring at him for a moment. “Just… try not to use that kind of language around me anymore. It’s like not calling Demo a negro, alright?†“You mean—“ “Boy, don’t make me kick you out again.†The warning was light this time, though, and the fact that the entire team wasn’t buzzing about his sexual preferences heartened him. It meant that he could trust the boy. “Yessir.†Scout grinned and zipped over to drag a stool over to watch Engineer work. “So what made you wanna… I mean… why do you…? Is it okay for me to ask?†Engineer felt a little on the spot. He’d never really taken part in Scout’s one-sided conversations before, just let the kid prattle on about things while he worked. It was kind of like an annoying background music that he occasionally picked up things from. Like his favorite type of cookies were his Ma’s chocolate chip cookies, and they were the only ones he liked, or that he’d been MVP in the peewee league for two consecutive seasons before parents started complaining and he’d had to hand the third year’s trophy off to another kid. He could make a list of things he knew about the younger man; all the kid knew about him was that he had an infinite reservoir of patience, and knew more about machines than anyone else they could have pulled out of Texas. The older man finally sighed and reached up to rub his near-bald scalp beneath his hardhat. “Well… why do you want to know?†He asked, pulling his goggles down and fixing Scout with a pair of rarely-seen eyes. “Wh—“ Scout took a breath and looked away, blowing up his cheeks in thought. “Well… ‘cause… I dunno, I mean… do you not like women? Have you tried to like women? Have you tried not liking men? What’s so great about guys—I mean, besides using me as an example.†He wiggled his eyebrows at Engineer, and the Texan couldn’t stop a humored smile from tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something about the way the kid was acting suggested that that wasn’t all there was to it. He’d oblige him anyhow. “Well… They’re alright to look at, real pretty and all. I’ve tried, sure… got married once, but… well, my heart just wasn’t in it, and she knew that. I’ve… I’ve tried not liking men, yeah… picked a bad time to try it, but that’s not a story worth telling…†Engineer rubbed the back of his neck and carefully picked apart what the younger man had just asked him. “What I like about men…†Engineer took a deep breath and held it before sighing it out with a small quirk of his lips. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “I think it’s about the same feeling as with being attracted to women. You just… react to certain things, and if that’s what gets you, well… I figure you should be welcome to it, assuming that your partner’s of the same mind.†Scout nodded and seemed to be deeply considering what the Engineer had said. “So can I suck your dick?†A lot of thoughts ran through the Engineer’s head, most of them ended up with the Scout trying to finally poke fun at him and was about to get kicked out of the shop again. He didn’t have the look of a joker, though. He looked dead serious, and a serious Scout is an entirely different animal from the one that runs around the field chuckling and bashing heads in. “Now why would you want to go and do that?†Engineer asked, allowing a little firmness into his tone to put a stop to this if it was nonsense. He didn’t need this kind of shit, he had work to do. “It’s like you said, man. ‘If that’s what gets you,’ right? Well I like the thought of a dick in my mouth. And If you’re cool with it, I wanna suck yours.†Scout’s eyes had locked on Engineer’s and didn’t seem to be willing to break their gaze anytime soon. “C’mon, Engie. I’m real good at it.†He hazarded a small attempt at a seductive smile, and gave the man a wink. All it did was make the Engineer laugh. “You’re not very good at the gettin’ there, son.†“Yeah, so sue me I don’t know how to seduce a guy.†“From what I’ve seen, the ladies aren’t too keen on you either, kid.†“Stop calling me a kid, y’old f—… dude.†The fact that Scout put so much effort into catching himself had Engineer chuckling again. The kid’s face had turned red as he stopped his insult mid-breath, and he hadn’t breathed again until he finally found an appropriate substitute. When Engineer just kept up his soft laughter, Scout crept off his stool and moved to stand near the corner of Engineer’s desk. “So… so can I?†His eyes were still locked with Engineer’s, and his throat bobbed as a thick, nervous swallow went down. It wasn’t until the next word came out of Scout’s mouth that Engineer realized he couldn’t deny the younger man what he wanted. “Please…?†He couldn’t turn away a kid that looked so eager and scared and unashamed of what he was asking. Engineer wished he had the same guts when he was realizing himself. “Sure, Scout.†He beckoned for him, and crossed one leg over the other as a sort of signal that things weren’t going to necessarily commence right away. “Now… how long have you been feeling this way?†“Oh, uh… can we not get into that?†Scout blushed for the first time, and the distance in his eyes alerted Engineer that he had struck a chord. “Bad... uh... bad memories there.†“ ‘Course, Scout.†Engineer peered up at the youth and cocked his head to the side. “You wanna build up to it, or…?†“What, you mean like kissing and shit?†There was just enough snark in that response to make Engineer’s eyes narrow in a glare. “Yeah, that’s what I mean, kid.†“Yeah, sure. If you want to, I mean. I don’t mind just getting into it.†He scooted a little closer to the other man when he finally put his leg down and swooped down to tentatively press his lips to Engineer’s. Soon enough, the Texan found himself with a lap full of Scout, and an eager tongue slipping between his slack lips. He thought it was a rather insistent display for someone who had acted like kissing wasn’t cool enough for them, but the eager lips and tongue said otherwise. He chuckled deep in his throat and wrapped his arms around Scout’s waist. The kiss lasted far longer than Engineer had initially planned. It had been a while since he’d kissed another who returned it with such intensity, and he saw no reason not to draw it out. Finally, he broke away to take a breather, trailing his panting breaths and lips along Scout’s jaw and neck. “Aw, fuck, Engie…†Scout huffed against his shoulder, pressing his face into the cloth of his shirt. “You’re a great fuckin’ kisser.†Engineer chuckled against his skin, and listened to him go on. “And I don’t mean that just so you’ll let me suck you off, man. I mean… I’m a pretty fucking good kisser, but you’re a goddamn pro.†Scout ranted, his hands gripping at Engineer’s sleeves and his lips moving to press fervent pecks along Engineer’s neck and throat between bursts of observation. He slowly loosened his grip on his sleeves and began unhooking Engineer’s overalls as he slipped down on his lap, toward his knees. Once Engineer realized that he was moving, the Texan grabbed the back of Scout’s neck and held him back for one last press of their lips before letting the youth slip down between his spread legs. He wasn’t sure if it was to get the other to shut up or because he actually enjoyed kissing him. “Yeah, I’m a pretty good kisser, huh?†He watched Scout fold his long legs underneath him before coming up on his knees and resting his hands on the ever-present kneepads that the other man wore. “I’m even better at sucking dick, though.†He could see the kid’s breathing quicken as he leaned closer, and Scout licked his lips as he slipped his hand up along Engineer’s thigh to part his zipper. “Y’know, it’s just one of my many talents. I mean, you can’t be a guy and not be good at it, right? It’s basically like everything else, just mimicking what feels right and all…†around here, he stopped listening. He was sure that the kid meant well with his prattle, maybe it even helped him be less nervous—considering that the Scout seemed surprisingly not nervous about slipping Engineer out and beginning to stroke him to life. Using his knees to bring himself forward between Engineer’s parted legs, the Scout only stopped talking again when he finally leaned down to take the other man’s cock in his mouth. Engineer sat up and watched for a moment before just leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. Well, the kid hadn’t lied about having some skill. A soft moan rolled up from Engineer’s chest when Scout’s mouth pulled back, and his tongue laved along the base of his cock, his hand taking over to pump from the Engineer's mid-shaft to tip while his mouth worked the rest. He then shifted up to take in as much as he could, while his hands teased and stroked the rest of the Texan that wouldn’t fit in his mouth. The pace was deathly slow at first, but, Scout being Scout, it didn’t stay that way for long, and Engineer was soon gripping the arms of his chair, tense and gritting his teeth as he tried not to buck up into the younger man’s mouth. More than that, he seemed to be building up to taking in the Engineer’s entire length, slowly slipping his lips closer to the base with each pass. His tongue was just as quick and clever as it was when he was talking, and it made playful swipes at Engineer’s tip every now and then when he bobbed his head back far enough. Judging from his expression—Engineer had to glance down every once in a while to remember where the hell he was—he was enjoying every second of having the Engineer in his mouth. Just like he said he would. Engineer groaned at the thought, and his hips thrusted hard into the Scout’s mouth. He felt the soft tissue of Scout’s throat briefly before the younger man pulled back off of him, coughing, and, surprisingly enough, immediately replacing his mouth with his hand. That didn’t set right with Engineer, it said too much for being so little, and a soft apology slipped out of his mouth once Scout had regained his breath. “S’okay.†Scout told him, swabbing the damp head with his thumb and leaning in to lick and suck at it carefully, eagerly. It was one of the things that Engineer would have expected Scout to blow up over. Like Soldier eating all the cookies, or Spy talking about his Ma behind his back—it just wasn’t polite. He didn’t even say anything negative about it; the kid just smiled at him and went right back to sucking on his cock. It only made the urge to thrust into his mouth worse. His chair creaked with his grip on it, and he could feel Scout’s hands like vices on his still-clothed thighs as he continued to tease the Engineer with his tongue and lips. Just when Engineer thought he might not be able to hold back anymore, Scout’s hands slipped up from his thighs to his hips and pulled him up, hard into his mouth, taking in as much as he could and rolling his tongue along Engineer’s entire length as he moaned against his tip. Engineer cursed, using words that he hadn’t seen fit to use since he was a teenager, and came hard into the boy’s mouth. Half of it ended up in his jaw, chin and shirt, but what was on his lips disappeared with the swipe of his tongue. His teeth flashed in a grin. “Toldja.†“Yeah, kid…†Engineer took a shuddering breath, Scout’s hand still carefully passing along his over-sensitive cock. He sighed and gave him a small smile, reaching for one of the cleaner rags on his desk and handing it to him. “You’re good.†Scout just grinned and, for once, when he didn’t have Engineer’s cock or tongue in his mouth, Scout was silent.
My favorite thing in the entire world is Scout giving blowjobs. Blowjobs are among my favorite parts of sex, I love blowjobs, and when it's Scout, it's just. Just the bee's knees. (him getting blowjobs is great too, but it's best when he's giving) Thanks for writing more of it. Great fic. Hearts overflowing from my fingertips.
Saging because this is a repost of oldfic. Prompt: Engineer goes on a diet. I don’t remember if it was actually in the prompt that Scout has a fat-fetish… but, yeah. Fuck diets “Lose zhe vheat, lose zhe veight, Engineer. Is is zhat simple.†That’s what Medic had told him, anyway. Engineer wasn’t a man who went around believe everything he was told, even if the person telling him once had a medical license at some point in their career. He couldn’t argue with the man, as he would just keep droning on and on in nutritionist technobabble until Engineer finally threw up his hands and agreed to his little diet plan. He personally liked his padding. He’d never realized how much of his diet had revolved around wheat before, he couldn’t have toast or pancakes with his eggs and bacon. He couldn’t have a simple sandwich, a donut, a bagel, a cracker. He’d never even really liked crackers before, but goddamn if he didn’t want one now. His stomach grumbled as he stared at the blue prints before him. His pencil hadn’t budged in the past half hour as he contemplated his misery. Then he smelled it, beckoning him like the steady hum of a dispenser. Bread isn’t the most pungent ingredient in a sandwich, but it’s the only thing that had him salivating as he turned and saw Scout sitting on one of his half-finished models, a sandwich in each hand. “You okay, Engie?†He asked, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches and chewing rudely so that Engineer could see the bite masticated into little bits and pieces before the majority disappeared down Scout’s throat. “Yeah, kid. I’m fine.†He didn’t sound fine, though. His stomach was urging him on, telling him to walk closer, get friendly, get that goddamn second sandwich, maybe even the first one— he wasn’t picky. “You got an awful lot of sandwich there for just you, don’t you?†He asked, shuffling closer. He was nonchalant, just striking up a conversation. “Nah, I slept in and missed breakfast. Got a little catching up to do, y’know?†Scout told him, taking a bite from the other sandwich, leaving neither untouched by his large, horse-like teeth. “Why? You wanna bite?†He smirked, and that’s how Engineer knew that Scout knew. He hesitated. If Medic found out, he would put Engineer through the whole speech again. “Naw… I was just statin’ a fact.†Engineer shrugged and scuffed his boot against the floor. “Something you need, Scout?†He asked, suddenly realizing that the younger man had invaded his workshop without knocking—well, he could have knocked, and probably had, but Engineer might not have noticed. He didn’t dwell on it, though. Scout had a tendency to blur the lines of others’ territory and his own. “Yeah, sure.†Scout’s smirk widened and he pulled at the crust with his teeth, pulling off a long strip. His lips played with it, trying to get it all in his mouth without the help of his tongue before he chewed it and swallowed. Engineer unknowingly swallowed with him. “Hey, hey Engie.†Scout waved one of the sandwiches in his face. “You wanna sandwich? Seriously, man, I have two. You want one? You’re starin’ at ‘em like you’d really, really like one.†“… really?†Engineer was cautious, and his eyes narrowed behind his goggles. Scout never gave anything away for free. Last Christmas he had given everyone the option of receiving a “super-fucking-awesome†present for five bucks. No one had taken him up on the offer, though. “Yeah, I mean… if you still want it after I’m done with it.†Scout stuffed the rest of one of the sandwiches in his mouth before hopping off of his perch and loosening his belt. To Engineer’s dismay, the youth stuffed the other sandwich down his pants, grinning as he did so. “Schtill wabt ig?†He asked through the mouthful of sandwich still in his mouth. He stood proudly with both hands on his hips, giving Engineer a nasty look as he chewed his food for the other man to see. Engineer swallowed and pursed his lips. As much as he didn’t want to admit it… he licked his lips and that was answer enough for Scout. He guffawed loudly and fished around to pull the sandwich out. Engineer tried not to look too closely at it. He didn’t want to know if it had any evidence that it had been down where the sun don’t shine. “You really wanna sandwich that’s been touching my dick?†Scout snickered and walked around Engineer to put the sandwich on his desk. He sat on it gracefully and beckoned Engineer to come closer. The Texan sighed and walked over to stand in front of Scout. The little rascal never did pass up the chance to humiliate a guy. “Now, I’m not gonna deny you a sandwich if you’re still willing to eat it. But I can’t guarantee that I ain’t gonna tell Medic, y’followin’ me?†He wiggled his eyebrows and Engineer knew what was coming next. He felt tired and his response sounded far away and mechanical. “What d’you want me to do, Scout?†“Y’mean, what do I want you to do so that I don’t tell Medic and he don’t pump your stomach and give you a lecture and probably like tie you down to a bed and poke at your brain until you agree to stick to his crazy diet shit?†Engineer didn’t know how the kid could fit that much wind in his skinny little lungs, but he nodded. “Yup.†“Take your shirt off.†Scout demanded, crossing his arms and grinning. “… beg pardon?†“Take. Your shirt. Off. Seriously, did I stutter? Strip it off.†Scout kicked Engineer lightly in the stomach and Engineer felt heat rising in his face. “Now wait a minute, Scout…†he thought it was just going to be something simple. Like giving him a blow- or hand job. Not fucking stripping for him. He thought of the stretch marks on his sides and across the front of his stomach. “I’m going to get up off this sandwich and tell Medic.†Scout promised, pouting a little that Engineer was putting the brakes on his fun. “Nono…†Knowing Scout, he wouldn’t even mention that Engineer hadn’t eaten the sandwich yet. Medic would be all too eager to pump the man’s stomach anyway, despite any protests about Scout’s reliability. “Alright…†he grumbled as he yanked off his glove and unhooked his overalls. His belt still held them up below his gut and he pulled his shirt up from where it was tucked in. Scout wasn’t satisfied until his undershirt was off too, then he just sat there, scrutinizing Engineer. “Your man boobs aren’t as impressive as Heavy’s.†He commented finally, reaching forward to touch Engineer’s fat. The man stood there, taking the attention like he had nothing better to than get molested for a penis-flavored, half-eaten sandwich. “That’s because I’m not as fat as him.†Engineer replied, eyeing a corner of crust that was peeking out from between Scout’s legs. He was too interested in the sandwich to notice the bump in Scout’s pants. “Yeah… you’re not like that lard-ass.†Scout told him, running his fingers almost reverently along Engineer’s pudgy belly. “You’re just right, Engie.†One of his hands drew back while his other hand grabbed Engineer’s chest hair and pulled him closer. “Stand there.†He ordered harshly, his legs hooking around Engineer’s back and pressing his heels into his ass. He ground himself lightly against Engineer’s stomach, sighing and sitting back on his palms as he his legs moved him against Engineer’s jiggling mass. Engineer was becoming more uncomfortable by the moment, but he let the kid push and pull himself against his fat, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Scout was groaning softly, muttering and cursing to himself as he rubbed himself harder and faster against Engineer. Suddenly, his movements slowed and one of his hands shakily came around to undo his pants and push them down as far as they could go on his spread legs. His bare ass sat back on the sandwich and he pulled Engineer closer, wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning forward to buck his hips against the man’s stomach, panting and groaning into Engineer’s ear like a dog in heat. It didn’t take long before Scout’s trusts and bucks became more frantic and needy. He whined softly and Engineer raised his hands to support Scout’s ass, pulling the sandwich from being stuck there and holding it in one hand while he supported scout with the other. He felt Scout’s cock rubbing against him one moment and then the slick slide of semen between his stomach and Scout’s cock the next. The boy was still bucking and groaning, trying to make his pleasure last as long as he could before he just clung there, resting his head on Engineer’s shoulder. Engineer turned his head and took a bite of the sandwich, and it was the most delicious thing he’d tasted in a month and a half. Scout leaned over to try and get a bite, but Engineer pulled it away from him. “It’s mine now, Scout. Get out before I change my mind about telling Medic that you gave it to me.†The young’un was off of Engineer and out the door quicker than he came. Engineer set his squished and abused sandwich on his desk as he wiped himself off with a rag before pulling his shirt back on. He rebuckled his overalls and adjusted his tool belt before pulling his glove back on. Sitting down, he started munching on his sandwich with his left hand and drawing plans with his right, his inspiration for his new design suddenly flowing back to him.
Spy Spankin' My Engie Got a request for Spy/Engie cross-faction with spanking. ::::: Engineer didn’t like blowing up his buildings unless he had to. No, he liked to take them apart piece by piece and inspect the more intricate workings as he went. That way, when there wasn’t time for such nuances in the heat of battle, he could feel confident in his slap-dash scramble to put up a sentry later on. He pulled a section of wiring free and his level two sentry’s head drooped forward, the machine turrets almost brushing the ground. He gave her an affection pat before pulling out his wrench to begin taking her apart piece by piece. He heard the swish of a Spy decloaking, and was half turned before he felt a hand shove him firmly forward, into his Sentry. The Spy clucked his tongue and a cloud of cigarette smoke passed by Engineer’s cheek. He wrinkled his nose and reached up to wave it away. “Spy, if you’re gonna surprise me like that, at least put out your cigarette first.†Engineer growled, trying to shift so that part of the Sentry’s tilted chassis wasn’t digging into his stomach. The Spy’s hand on his back put more pressure, and he worried for a moment that it was his own team’s Spy before he remembered a snarky comment the man had made about the enemy’s choice in cigarettes. This was definitely his Spy. “I will do what I like when it comes to you, laborer. Especially when you break our agreement.†Engineer had never heard Spy growl at him. He’d simpered, hissed, husked, groaned and, sometimes, yelled at him. He’d never heard actual vehemence in his voice, though. “What’re you going on about?†Engineer huffed and felt Spy grab him by his tool belt and heave him up so that he was fully laying on his machine. The rest of the team had already headed back, so he wasn’t worried about getting caught with the enemy, and he was generally laid back when it came to fooling around with Spy. Generally, he wasn’t being stabbed in the gut with a part from his own sentry, but if Spy was angry, it was probably a good idea to just roll with whatever he did and figured out what he had to apologize for. “You swore you would never wear this wretched thing again.†Spy hissed into his ear, and Engineer felt fingers slip under the back of his hat and yank up so that the brightly striped Engineer’s Hat fell to the dust beneath his sentry. Engineer smiled and a snort escaped him as he wiggled beneath Spy’s weight holding him down—his arm was across Engineer’s back to keep him firmly on the disabled Sentry. “What was that?†Spy was livid, and Engineer got out a snicker instead of an apology before he started actually laughing. God, Spy was probably going to kill him. He knew the other man hated to be the butt of the joke, but the fact was, he loved that cap. He loved that Spy hated it, too. “I’m—ow, dagnabbit, stop that!†Engineer said between fits of laughter. He’d tried to apologize, but the other man only bore down on him harder. He felt the Spy’s other hand scrabble at his belt buckle and shifted so that he could get at it a little better. Spy couldn’t stay mad at him after they screwed. He’d done his research, and it was a fact. He was also a little confused when Spy let the belt drop to the ground and began rubbing his rear with his hand. “Spy, what are you doing?†“I do not like to be ignored, Engineer.†The hand left Engineer’s ass, and he wondered if Spy was going to cut his overalls in order to get down to business. It wouldn’t be the first time, and the Frenchman obviously had no intention of unclipping the straps from the position they were in. Spy’s hand came down hard on Engineer’s ass, causing the Texan to lurch in surprise. The toes of his boots scrabbled for purchase on the ground beneath them, and he began to struggle against his Sentry. “Spy, what in Sam Hill are you doin’?!†Engineer asked, feeling his cheeks begin to flush when Spy rubbed his palm across Engineer’s lightly stinging ass. He settled a little, but his boots continued to attempt to get footing aside from just his tiptoes. Spy’s body draped itself over Engineer’s, and Spy’s crotch pressed against his ass. He felt arousal there, but he wasn’t sure if it was the sight of him bowed, helpless, over his sentry or what Spy was doing to him that put it there. “Giving you a suitable punishment for defying my wishes.†Spy purred into Engineer’s ear, before smacking his hip. Spy’s long arm reached past him and his fingers plucked the hat from the dust and smacked Engineer in the back of the head with it lightly as he pulled back. Engineer attempted to get his feet back on the ground once again, having had enough of Spy’s nonsense for the day, but Spy quickly shoved him back down with his hand between his shoulder blades. “Spy, let me up.†Engineer said, but the hand didn’t move. Engineer was strong, but he couldn’t get enough leverage between his arms and legs to make any use of it from the position he was in. Spy chuckled darkly at Engineer’s struggles and smacked his ass again, this time with the dusty hat. It stung a little more sharply than his open palm had, and Engineer huffed and gritted his teeth. “Spy, you’re gonna regret this when I get off this thing.†He warned, only to have the hat come down on him again more sharply. “Oh, will I?†Humor lurked behind Spy’s thicker accent, and Engineer attempted to crane his head, but he couldn’t see more of Spy than his shoulder and side. His eyes strained to see the Frenchman’s crotch, but to no avail. Spy’s accent only became heavier like that before sex, when he was attempting to seduce Engineer, or after, when he was too tired to care. “Spy—“ Engineer hissed at the next stinging slap, and he let out a slew of mumbled half-curses. “Spy, let me up and I’ll take care of that for you.†He promised, pulling one of his legs up slowly and attempting to rub his calf or ankle against Spy’s crotch. He didn’t get a very good feel of it before his leg was batted back down and the hand on his back gave him a harsh shove. “Non, I don’t think I will let you up… not until after.†Engineer knew better than to ask, “after what?†Spy would only antagonize him further and he wouldn’t get his answer. It was best to grit his teeth and take the rest of Spy’s “punishment†and get it over with. His face burned. He hadn’t been spanked since he was a young man, and he’d never, ever felt a stirring in his gut at the thought of the other person getting off on it. That single brush of his leg against Spy’s crotch had told him two things. The first was that Spy was enjoying this immensely. The second, and most disturbing, was that he liked the thought of Spy getting off on this. As he began to struggle and fight less, as he began to surrender, the cap smacking against his ass began to hurt less. The ache beginning across his buttocks turned into more of a welcome throb that resonated with the pulse of his awakening cock. By the time Spy finally unzipped himself, Engineer could hear him panting. His lower half, ass and hard, desperate cock, pulsed together at the harsh sound of the zipper parting. He felt a hand on his ass, and the pressure from it brought a soft moan from his throat as it forced him to grind against his sentry. He wasn’t being held down by Spy’s force in his back anymore. The other man didn’t need that to keep Engineer pressed against his Sentry with his hips occasionally shifting forward for friction. Spy chuckled, and Engineer assumed that he had felt that shift now that his hand was on Engineer’s ass again. His face flushed darker, and he hid his face against the drooping turret closest to him. Spy’s hand on his ass massaged his aching backside before probing between his still-clothed cheeks and trailing down to squeeze and rub his testicles. “Spy…†Engineer’s energy was drained by the defeat he felt, and he groaned as the hand gave him the attention he craved—softer, warmer contours than rutting against his Sentry. He bucked into the gloved palm and bit his lip hard, letting his eyes close behind his goggles. “Yes, cher?†Spy breathed. Engineer could tell that the Frenchman was getting close, and if he focused enough he could hear the sound of the Frenchman jerking himself off. It only made him more desperate for his own release, and his bucking against Spy’s hand between his legs quickened. The clever fingers trailed along his zipper, and he felt them fiddle with the tab. He groaned and murmured, “yes… please…†and his hands gripped his Sentry harder when he felt himself beginning to slip off to the side. He heard Spy groan, heard his satisfied hum, and bucked just as Spy’s hand withdrew. His hard cock throbbed painfully against the hard metal of his sentry, and he hissed out an expletive before jumping off the Sentry and turning around. He’d planned to sock Spy a good one in the jaw and then get him down so he could thrust so hard into his mouth that the man would be talking with a lisp. He was gone, though. Engineer turned around quickly, glaring around him as his cock throbbed insistently. “Spy, you get your ass right back here!†“Enjoy your punishment…†he heard the voice from his left, but the zip of Spy’s pants from his right. He spun around and tried to see the dust puffing up as Spy moved, but he couldn’t. He growled and murmured about all the things he’d like to do to the Frenchman as he turned around to take shelter in the building nearby while he finished himself off. It was then that he noticed the dusty pearls of semen next to his cap, and that the trail led right into the middle of the inside where a small pool of the stuff was just visible against the white inner lining. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.â€
Thank you for the fresh work, Scrunchy! You're awesome!
>>26 Thanks, Freizeit, glad you're enjoying these! ::::: It was always unnerving when he looked up from cleaning his gun, sharpening his knife or reading a book and saw himself slipping through his door. Occasionally, he would even hear his own voice talking to passing teammates. The pitch and timber were always perfect, his south of France accent gone completely, and it was his own, more modern, voice. As soon as the door shut, though, a smoke surrounded his guest, and he was looking at the other Frenchman—the “enemyâ€â€”dressed in a dark red suit. He was taller than him, and had a confident, naturally condescending air in the way he moved. It made his mouth go dry. “Rogue…†he greeted the other man with his nickname, allowing a smile to tug at his lips as he shut the book he’d been reading and set it aside. “Please don’t stand for me, Bleu, you know how I hate it.†Bleu knew that he didn’t hate it, but he recrossed his legs anyway and raised his hand to motion to the chair across from him. “Would you care to sit? I haven’t any tea made just yet, but that can be amended… I did not know that you were coming today or I would have been better prepared.†Rogue smirked and pulled out a cigarette from his disguise kit as he crossed from the door to sit in the offered chair. “Oh, how would you have prepared yourself?†He winked, and put a pleased blush beneath Bleu’s mask. “Well, I would have had tea made, for one.†Bleu cleared his throat, unwilling to display how off-kilter Rogue always made him feel. “And I might have been lying upon the bed when you entered, half-clothed and perhaps in a state of…†he paused and shrugged before standing to walk over to the small hot plate and tea set sitting on the corner of his writing desk. “A state of what?†Rogue asked sharply, and Bleu allowed himself a small smile as he prepared two steeping balls and let them clink into the two cups he kept. “Distress.†Bleu replied without turning. He could never hear Rogue’s movements if he wasn’t intended to, and it wasn’t until the other man was right behind him that the RED Spy allowed his shoe to make a light sound against the carpet. Bleu knew it was too late to attempt anything, to try to banter just a bit longer, so he turned and tilted his head up in an attempt to catch Rogue off guard. Rogue’s hand caught his chin, and, instead of having control of the kiss as he’d planned, the gloved index finger and thumb along his jaw tilted his head and the lips pressed against his bore down punishingly. Bleu let his heels touch back down and raised one hand to grip Rogue’s shoulder while the other came up to pull at his mask. He was not suffering burns again because the other man couldn’t direct him with his eyes closed. He stepped forward and tried to maneuver them, pulling gently at Rogue’s hair beneath the mask and pushing on his shoulder at the same time. Once the other Spy realized that he wasn’t challenging him, simply directing them into a more favorable trajectory, he allowed it. Bleu felt a grudging bite bruise his bottom lip, but it was better his lip than his back and ass. His body hit the bed moments after he finished turning them. Rogue’s hands cupped the backs of his knees, and he felt his feet leave the ground as the other man pulled them up and shoved him back further on the bed before letting them drop again. He hooked a leg up behind Rogue’s ass, arching his hips up into the other man’s with a soft laugh at the groan Rogue readily gave him. “We have to see each other more often.†Bleu murmured when Rogue pulled back from his lips to focus on picking at the neat, small buttons of his vest and dress shirt. “I hate to describe you as desperate, darling, but—“ a look silenced him, and he bit back a miniscule grin. “I do miss the time it used to take to rile you.†He murmured once he felt lips against his stomach and ribcage. He maneuvered himself so that he could slip his arms out of his shirt and vest, and Rogue shoved his undershirt up further. He might have mistook it for helping if the RED member’s lips hadn’t been following directly after it. Selfish bastard. Bleu thought with a smile on his lips. He rolled his hips up against Rogue’s again, and that got his attention long enough that Bleu could unbutton the RED’s jacket buttons and begin work on his vest and shirt. “The only drawback of these uniforms is the time it takes to feel your skin against mine.†Rogue scoffed, his hands exploring where his lips would rather. Bleu kept batting the gloved fingers away from his belt, and eventually grabbed both hands in his with a firm glare up at his lover. Rogue grinned and descended upon him again, tapping their lips lightly together before shoving his tongue between Bleu’s slackening lips. “I enjoy kissing you when you’re irritated.†Rogue said when he finally pulled back from Bleu. “You purse your lips, and it’s just so… inviting.†He hissed the last word against Bleu’s cloth covered ear. His words received a huff, and a gloved hand pushing him away by his face. The RED Spy merely chuckled and wrapped his lips around one leather-clad digit, licking the knuckle before running his lips up to the tip and purring approval as Bleu’s other hand jerked him away from the hand by his tie. Their lips met, and the half-clothed BLU Spy rolled them over so that he could have a little more control of his antagonistic lover. “Shut up so that I can get these off and ride you senseless.†Bleu instructed him, his fingers already moving to undo the rest of RED’s shirt after tossing his tie away. The other man relaxed beneath him, and watched with a small smirk. “Promises, promises…†He finally murmured when Bleu’s fingers ghosted over his bare stomach. “Will you be irate enough to prepare yourself as well?†Rogue asked, pulling one of the BLU’s socked feet toward him and slipping his hand up the leg to playfully unclip one of Bleu’s garters. “If you continue like this, I will be irritated enough to fuck you after I’ve ridden you into submission.†Bleu’s words were accompanied with a half-hearted scowl, and he slapped Rogue’s hand away from his leg and pulled it back to where it had previously been. “You know just what to say to get me to behave.†Rogue chuckled and pulled at the socked foot again. Bleu slapped his arm and hand, but the other man was determined that the sock would come off while the BLU mercenary attempted to divest him of his shirt and vest. “Apparently I do not, because you are not helping...†Bleu grumbled, and Rogue laughed at him sharply. “First I go to fast, and now I am being a tease? How may I finally please his highness?†“By shutting up and allowing him to get this wretched thing off.†Bleu replied, feeling a streak of desperation as he looked over his lover’s body. The RED had the most delicious blend of tone and leisure to his body. Dark hair, thick and prevalent coated his chest, and Bleu enjoyed nuzzling it after coming all over his partner’s stomach. Rogue slowly sat up and pressed his lips to Bleu’s, and then to his cheek and forehead. “As you wish…†he murmured. Bleu stilled at the words, and was finally allowed to remove the garments without further impediment. He ran his hand reverently through Rogue’s chest hair, and the other man brushed his fingertips against his own smooth, waxed flesh. The RED leaned up to kiss Bleu’s smooth skin and left a sucking love-bite just below his collarbone. He smirked as Bleu pulled back and reached for the lube in his bedside table drawer, and held the man’s hips to help him keep his balance when it looked like he had over-reached. “Thank you.†Bleu murmured, resting the lube on Rogue’s chest and beginning to undo his own belt and pants. “For you.†Rogue replied with a crafty wink as he unbuckled, -buttoned and -zipped himself. Bleu rolled his eyes at the sentiment, his irritation with the other man ebbing quickly. “Shall I make a spectacle of myself over you, or standing?†He asked, pressing a lingering kiss to Rogue’s lips. “Oh, over me.†Rogue’s sage expression made Bleu’s eyebrow quirk. “It’s a waste of lubricant to do it standing.†He explained with a serious expression, running his hands up the loose slacks slipping down Bleu’s thighs. He peeled them down to his knees and hooked a finger into the other man’s briefs to drag those down as well. Bleu hung thick and hot between his legs, and Rogue just had the intense urge to take the other man into his mouth and enjoy the thrusting heat of him. He wouldn’t want to impede the other man’s current task of scooping up a glob of lubricant and pressing his own fingers into himself, though, so he somehow held himself back. He clutched at Bleu’s hips and watched his expression. Bleu watched Rogue’s eyes lock onto his face, and didn’t have to force himself to gasp and groan when he stretched himself. The RED’s expression was complete and utter perfection before he caught himself and forced it into neutrality. “Thrust deeper,†Rogue murmured softly, rubbing Bleu’s hips and wishing he could kiss and lick the area around his coarsely curling hair. His torso was almost as flushed as his cock, and Rogue wondered if his pale lover was freckled and red headed beneath the mask. His shoulders were speckled, and his arm and leg hair was light, almost blonde. It would certainly explain Bleu’s temperament. “Shall I add another finger?†Bleu asked, locking eyes with Rogue. They both felt time slow, and Rogue felt melted lubricant drip down onto his cock from Bleu’s crooked fingers. “That…†Rogue cleared his throat and damned the smirk that spread across Bleu’s lips, “that depends on whether you want me to fuck you right now, or after you have been stretched more.†His hands on Bleu’s hips tightened in a subtle threat. The other man’s gasping as he stretched himself further almost made Rogue lose control. “Hurry.†The RED told him, his right hand tightening to the point of bruising. He wouldn’t be able to keep himself from slamming the BLU Spy down on him much longer. Bleu took his time, though he toned down the theatrics a bit. He realized that Rogue had a certain limit to his patience. He could do it properly and enjoy himself, or he could feel a little surge of victory at undoing the other Spy and deal with a sore ass in the morning. Just as he edged his third finger in and wiggled the digits back and forth while pressing in, Rogue had had enough of watching. His left hand reached around Bleu’s hip and grabbed his wrist before roughly pulling it around to rub the remaining lubricant along his cock. He sucked in a breath and arched up into the forced touches. Bleu smirked down at him before wrapping his fingers around the RED’s member. He withdrew his hand once RED let go of his bruising grip on his wrist, and he peeled off the slick leather glove with his teeth before reaching up to stroke Rogue’s masked face as he slowly lowered himself on the other Spy’s leaking cock. “You are alright?†Rogue asked, his voice a deeper husk than his previous commands. Concern didn’t exactly suit him, Bleu thought, but it was touching nonetheless. “Of course… I have you inside me, don’t I?†Bleu flashed him a malicious grin before twining his long, thin fingers through Rogue’s chest hair and pushing himself down until he felt warm skin beneath his lubricant-slick testicles. He let out the breath he’d been holding in a rough sigh, and Rogue’s hands traced up his calves and thighs to rest on his hips, but he batted them away. The taut muscles in his legs rippled beneath his skin as he brought himself down on Rogue again and again. He soon regained his breath, and his gasps were replaced with harsh exhales for each time he allowed himself to fall on the RED’s cock. The enemy Spy’s hands traced his legs and meandered over the moving muscles, but he didn’t try to help Bleu with his movements. He kept his hips from bucking, allowing Bleu to control his own angle and speed. He just sat back and enjoyed the sight of the other man holding onto him and impaling himself. It wasn’t until Bleu’s speed changed and he felt a particularly needy throb pulse through him that Rogue arched himself up with a groan and moved to roll them over. Bleu spit curses at him when he was successful, and bit his shoulder when Rogue bowed himself over the other man’s body. Those angry, impassioned snarls soon turned back into the needy exhales that told Rogue he was hitting something very right as he moved his hips in a series of quick, hard thrusts. Though he hadn’t done near as much work as Bleu, Rogue’s skin was slick with sweat, and his legs shook as he gave Bleu shallow, needy thrusts that drove him up against the headboard and made him flail for a slick grip on Rogue’s back. Bleu’s nails scraped the RED Spy’s skin, and their hips met in one last spurt of desperate thrusts before Rogue came into Bleu. He paused in him, felt his own seed fill the other man, slip back along his cock and down them both onto the sheets. His hand came up to touch Bleu, but it was shoved away. Through his haze, he heard the other Spy ordering him, and when he didn’t move, Bleu forced him to do as he said. He shoved him back onto his back and pulled off of his cock before rolling him over—almost off the edge of the small bed. He felt the same fingers that had prepared Bleu push into him, though now gloveless, and a little more frenzied than the Spy had been with himself. Rogue reached back and gave the BLU Spy careful, precise strokes as he felt the fingers slip in and out, occasionally sending a shiver through him when they scissored and caused a jolt of pain to cut through his haze. “Go ahead.†He rasped finally, feeling a weak pulse from his limp cock. He wouldn’t be getting anything from this, but he did enjoy the feeling of Bleu finishing inside him. The BLU spy was careful at first, and took as much time as patiently possibly to get Rogue used to his cock before setting a needy, choppy pace into the other man. Rogue’s fingers curled into the sheets, and he bit his bottom lip as the other man’s cock stretched and probed him. “You enjoy this even though you have already come…†Bleu panted into his ear. His chest slid against Rogue’s back as his hips made desperate jerks into the RED Spy. “I love it.†Rogue admitted with a smirk and bucked back against Bleu. “I love you.†Bleu laughed, kissing Rogue’s cheek before slipping his hands up to grip the man’s hips and begin his final assault on the RED’s tender ass. Rogue huffed and allowed himself to lay forward more on the bed, his ass in the air and his head on his arms. Love. What a silly word. He felt Bleu slam hard and deep into him, and he gasped for breath at the sharpness of the movement. A slickness accompanied the BLU Spy’s movements when he gently began moving again, and Rogue smiled peacefully when he was finally allowed to collapse on the bed with his lover. He wrapped his arms around Bleu and nuzzled into his neck. “The tea…†Bleu murmured, and Rogue finally heard the kettle whistling—it was probably almost out of water. “Unplug it and get back in this bed.†Rogue grumbled, loosening his arms. He was almost asleep by the time that Bleu slipped back into his embrace. A warm blanket was spread over them, and Rogue pressed kisses to Bleu’s face and neck. “So practical…†he purred, and Bleu might have said something, but he had already fallen asleep.
I'm a bit confused. If RED Spy is calling BLU Spy Bleu, shouldn't BLU Spy call RED Spy Rouge and not Rogue?
Yes. He should. Thank you, anon. Rouge* x 60.
I have a question. Was “Rogue†meant to be “Rouge,†as in the French word for “red?†When BLU Spy is Bleu, and RED Spy is Rouge, that makes sense, and it’s obvious why they’re called what they’re called. When BLU Spy is Bleu and RED Spy is Rogue, it doesn’t make as much sense. The pattern goes away, and we’re just left with a sensibly named BLU Spy and a RED Spy with a twelve-year-old’s WoW alias. That one thing set aside, though, this was a pretty enjoyable read. I always love porn with a strong emphasis on relationship dynamics. It wasn’t just sexy—it was interesting too and I came off feeling like I knew the character(s) better for having read it. That’s just the way fanfiction aught to be, if you ask me.
>>28 >>29 >>30 Takes forever about replying. Posts to find that his question has been both asked and answered already.
Holy cow! This was glorious! I don't care about the damn typos, the fic itself was so damn delicious! This place needs more Spy/Spy, especially as well-written as this. I applaud you for this, dear author.
>>7 So this is the third bit of Secrets. Based off of a request from my tumblr. ::::: A few early problems had cropped up in the ménage a trois Sniper, Spy and Scout made. Scout was no longer a complete dick to Spy and Sniper around the rest of the team, and the others immediately took notice. It wasn’t until he’d come to Sniper’s camper merely to cuddle that the two mercs actually recognized the problem and took matters into their own hands. Their Scout had a ravenous sexual appetite, and that it had been dampened brought the issue to the forefront of their agenda. By the end of their “talk†with the team, it was established that they were gay, and while they had allowed the jokes and jeers that the other men had thrown at them, Scout wasn’t a part of their little close-minded, desperate bid for entertainment. They could call Sniper and Spy whatever they liked, but any attacks on Scout would not go ignored. The next evening, things were back to normal, and then quickly surpassed the norm. It took the two mercenaries a few weeks to notice, but after Spy and Sniper had defended him from the rest of the team, it wasn’t often that the younger man wouldn’t be between them, whether it be at meal times, during sex, just hanging out, or sleeping, Scout was usually right in the middle of the two lovers. It didn’t bother the Spy at first; he rather liked a little spice in his bed every now and then. After a month of never being alone with Sniper for more than a few minutes, however, it began to grate on his nerves. He tried to exclude Scout, unable to just out and say that he didn’t want the young man around. No, that would appear far too desperate and selfish for his taste. If Sniper still wanted Scout in their bed, then he would steal what he could of the other man when the boy wasn’t around. He could put up with it. Until he couldn’t. He went in the middle of the night, knowing that Scout would have gone back to his own bed if Sniper and Spy weren’t both there—they had an unspoken agreement that when Scout slept with one, the other would be present. Spy wasn’t sure when he had noticed it, but he was grateful for the single boundary, shaky though it was. He smiled when he saw the light still on. Perhaps Sniper was waiting for him, thinking the same things as him, desperate to see him out of Scout’s presence. Oh, how he just wanted to be able to lie with Sniper without that brat between them. He didn’t bother knocking, just opened the door, and his jaw clenched when he saw Scout playing cards with Sniper at the table. Scout’s clothes were tossed every which way, and Sniper was fully clothed except for his hat, vest, boots and socks. Pity hands in their game of strip poker, he was sure. He was surprised he could even identify their game through the rage and indignation he felt. “Evenin’, love.†Sniper flashed him a smile, and Scout turned to grin at him. “Sup, babe?†Americans and their demeaning pet names made him even more angry. “What is this?†He hissed, seething as he entered. “Uh, strip poker.†Scout pointed to his boxers and wiggled his brow. “Wanna join in and have the honor of winning these off?†“Not at all.†Spy snapped before turning his gaze on Sniper. The bushman looked awkward and a little unsure of himself. It was obvious that he had done something, but didn’t know what it was. Spy reveled in the awkward silence that ensued. “What’s wrong, love?†Sniper finally asked, standing slowly and approaching Spy. He used a soft voice, like someone approaching a livid and possibly injured animal. Scout stood as well, and didn’t heed Sniper’s hand that attempted to wave him off. When he came between Sniper and Spy and leaned up to press a placating kiss to Spy’s lips, the Frenchman had had enough. He grabbed Scout’s dog tags and yanked him toward the bed roughly, shoving past Sniper en route. “If you’re so desperate to be between us…†he hissed, shoving Scout down on the bed. The younger man rubbed at his neck where the metal balls had dug in, but grinned up at Spy. He thought that this was a joke. He thought that Spy wasn’t actually angry with him. He had no idea how wrong he was. Sniper seemed to relax slightly when he saw that Spy might just be playing with them, creating tension to release with sex. Spy smirked, allowing him to think what he liked. “Do not come over here with your pants still on.†He warned him, his fingers playing suggestively with Scout’s dog tags. Sniper’s lips slowly spread to match Spy’s smirk, and he wasn’t hurried as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Scout glanced between them, his breathing excited, and his boxers visibly distressed. He waited obediently for Spy’s next move, though, his eyes eager. Spy loosened his own tie and Scout waited until the strip of silk slipped from the Frenchman’s collar to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. When Sniper joined them, he walked around to pull Spy’s shirt and jacket from his shoulders as Scout moved on to his belt and pants. It wasn’t long before he was nude and sandwiched between the two men. Spy turned his head to kiss Sniper, reveling in the familiar feel of it. It seemed to him that they hadn’t kissed each other in far too long. It wasn’t until Scout kissed his stomach that he broke away from Sniper’s lips. He’d almost forgotten what he’d been after. Spy shifted on the bed, kicking off his shoes in order to shed his pants entirely. “Bushman, I need lubricant.†He flicked his head up at the cubbies situated above the bed, and reached for the band of Scout’s boxers. “Figured.†There was a rustling above his head, and the jar was placed in his hand as soon as he dropped the underwear over the side of the bed. “Merci.†Spy murmured, turning his head to kiss Sniper’s shoulder. A rough hand came up to rest on his back, and he allowed himself to smile a bit. “Get behind him and hold him still.†Scout leaned up to allow Sniper behind him, and only gave token resistance when the other man grabbed his forearms and pulled them around to rest at the small of his back. Spy’s fingers dipped into the lubricant, and he left a slick, cool trail along the underside of Scout’s cock on his way to begin preparing the young man’s ass. He started with one finger, but was soon able to wiggle a second digit in. He said nothing as he continued to stretch Scout, smirking when the younger man shifted or made a noise of discomfort. He glanced up once to see Sniper looking at him strangely. He all of a sudden felt ashamed of his jealousy, but he gave the marksman a smile and twisted his fingers around to stroke Scout’s prostate, as if that would placate the other man. “Aw, fuck, just stick it in, Spy.†Scout whined, his heels digging into the sheets beneath them. When he finally got his feet measurably under him, he lifted his hips from the bed and brought his knees closer to his body, offering himself. Spy smiled at the gesture, but added a third finger instead, which caused Scout’s feet to slip back down on the bed and his head to flop back against Sniper’s shoulder. “Oh God…†Scout hissed, his hips beginning to twitch with the movements of Spy’s fingers within him. “C’mon, I want it… I just wanna fuckin’ come!†“It will still be a while…†Spy told him, edging the tip of his pinky in before pausing and pulling his fingers from the boy. Scout whimpered, but was otherwise silent. “Sniper…†His voice shook slightly as he addressed his lover, and he cleared his throat before trying again. “Sniper, fuck him slowly.†He dipped his fingers once again in the lubricant and reached around Scout to run his hand over the marksman’s long, thick cock. “I need you both to last.†Sniper threw him a small smirk and a salute. Scout’s wrists were both quite easily secured in the grip of his other hand. The hand went from Sniper’s temple to Scout’s hip, and he raised them both up before sitting back on his heels. Spy snuck his hand between Scout’s legs to direct the head of Sniper’s erection and settled back to watch Sniper begin slow, shallow thrusts into the boy. He could see Scout’s hips twitching, and had no doubt that Sniper was both stabilizing Scout as well as holding him back from slamming himself down on the Aussie. Spy’s fingers dipped once more into the lubricant, and he set it aside on the small shelf above the head of the bed, where Sniper’s alarm clock and aviators sat. Scout was trying to get his feet more fully under him again, but Spy pulled one long leg back out and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. Sniper grunted and shifted more so that Spy would have the access he was looking for. Their eyes met past their gasping Scout’s shoulder, and the Aussie flashed him a feral grin. Spy smirked back and leaned up to kiss Scout’s chest while his fingers sought out Sniper’s length and followed it up to begin stretching Scout’s entrance again. “Do you enjoy being between us, petit?†Spy asked softly. Scout’s answer was a gasping expletive. “Hmm… I suppose I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ “ Spy chuckled. His hand wrapped around the base of Sniper, and he slowly uncurled his fingers one by one to slide into Scout along with the Australian’s considerable cock. By the time he’d reapplied lubricant and slipped his ring finger in, Scout seemed to have recovered from whatever emotion—confusion, arousal, or surprise, Spy wasn’t sure—had robbed him of speech. “Oh my God, are you going to both fuck me at once?†Spy smirked and kissed the tip of Scout’s nose. “That would be telling, now, wouldn’t it?†The youth merely grinned at him, his body shaking between the two men supporting him. Spy withdrew his hand from Sniper’s cock and reached back to dip into the lubricant one last time as he allowed Scout’s leg to slip from his shoulder. He wanted to make sure that Scout could watch him slowly slick his own aching and neglected cock. Sniper’s hips continued their slow, torturous pace into the young man. It was obvious to Spy that he was holding back. He was holding back for him. Spy leaned forward to press a kiss to Sniper’s lips as his slick hand brought the tip of his own cock to rest against Sniper’s shaft. The marksman stopped breathing the moment Spy’s head began breaching Scout’s ass, and all of a sudden Scout’s hands were free and the wiry young man was clutching Spy by the shoulders. His nails dug into Spy’s skin, and Spy hissed against Sniper’s lips as the pain mixed with the pleasure of entering such a tight fit. Scout gasped against his ear and murmured softly, “c’mon, c’mon… I can take it…†when he moved gingerly, slowly enjoying the friction of his lover and the tight heat of their little playmate. It was then that he’d realized that his punishment had turned into something less and something more. He frowned and flicked his hips in a harder thrust than his little edging movements had been. Scout gasped in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, and his nails dug into Spy harder. Spy’s hands moved to Scout’s hips, and he pulled down with his next thrust, wrenching a groan from Scout and a growl from Sniper. The marksman’s hands moved to dig into his ass, and Sniper bucked his hips in time with Spy’s short, hard thrusts into Scout. Their cocks slid against each other and they soon lost themselves in Scout’s tight heat together. The younger man tried to urge them on, but they had their own pace, their own method and there wasn’t a thing the boy could do to change their minds. It wasn’t long until he got his wish, though, and Spy wrenched his hips down while bucking up, his ass in Sniper’s lap, and his testicles pressing and shifting against the other man’s own. One of Scout’s hands slipped down from Spy’s shoulder to attempt to stroke himself, but Spy brushed it away with one of the hands on his hips. Scout tried again, but Sniper’s hand caught his wrist and brought it around to the small of his back again. “Not yet, pet…†Sniper murmured, watching Spy lie back with his face twisted in pleasure. “Him first.†“Wh… fuck…†was Scout’s only intelligent reply. Spy had heard Sniper, and he fucked Scout more enthusiastically because of it. It sent a jolt through him, something better than the tight, slick heat around his cock and the brush of warm testicles against his own; something more enticing than the scratch of hairy thighs against his ass and the feel of a hard, slick cock rubbing against his own bucking erection. “Oh, merde…†Spy hissed, dropping his hands from Scout’s hips to scrabble and grasp at Sniper’s thighs. His eyes were clenched, and his toes curled, he hadn’t felt such a degree of release in months. His hips moved faster as he came, and it dripped out of the limited space left in Scout and renewed the slickness between his own cock and Sniper’s. He felt a large, rough hand twine fingers with his, and Sniper’s hips began to set their own pace, drawing out his residual pleasure until the marksman came himself. With Sniper’s hand freeing itself to take his, Scout was allowed to jerk himself off again, and the young man made a soft, desperate sound as he finally began to leak over onto his own fingers. Spy smirked at him, and shifted his hips up, though it felt a little uncomfortable to his oversensitive cock. Sniper chuckled and bucked his hips as well. It wasn’t until Scout spurted into Spy’s stomach that the two older men finally stopped and pulled their softened cocks from the boy’s sensitive ass. “Fuck, you guys, that was fuckin’ amazing.†Scout groaned, flopping back against Sniper’s chest and closing his eyes in bliss. “Indeed.†Spy agreed, reaching down to grab the nearest piece of clothing—Sniper’s shirt—to wipe his stomach and cock off. “Now leave. I would like to sleep with Sniper alone tonight.†“Ugh, you want me to walk after that?†Sniper laughed and ruffled Scout’s hair, winking at Spy. “I’ll carry you halfway back to the base, alright?†“Fine.†Scout sat up carefully and crawled over to wrap his arms around Spy, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate you know… everything.†“It is… you’re welcome.†Spy replied, unsure what had brought that on. Scout gave him a grin and hopped up out of the bed. He wobbled around like a newborn fawn for a moment before carefully picking his way over to collect his clothes. “What was that about?†He raised his brow at Sniper and reached over the edge of the bed to dig around for his cigarettes. “We were talking about how jealous you’ve been lately before you walked in. Decided it was best for all three of us if he cut in a little less.†“I am not jealous.†“Yeah, sure.†Scout said from the floor as he pulled his shoes on. Spy gave him a glare. “Hey, stop pouting at me, you’re talking in the same space as me, I got rights to speak.†Sniper waved his hand between the two and brought Spy’s attention back to him. “So you can sleep out here more often, and he’ll be in his own room. Good?†Spy smiled, and if Spies were capable of looking sheepish, he would have. “Yes. Good.†“Alright, good. Now get to carrying, y’old fart.†Scout tossed Sniper’s jeans on his head and plopped gingerly down on the bed between them.
Oh dear...a jealous Spy. It's not usually a good idea to fuck with a jealous Spy. HOWEVER! That was sinfully delicious to read, and if I didn't know any better I'd say Scout did it on purpose just to get the Spy to pull that kind of move. Hell, I would!
D'aaawwwww, that was incredibly sweet. Just what I wanted, Scout getting in between them and making Spy jealous. I was actually prepared for more drama but apparently one good fuck was enough to clear the air.
>>34 >>35 Sniper knows him well enough to figure all his issues can be settled with a nice, hard, sometimes difficult fuck. ::::: I'll just leave this here, shall I? (Written in response to an anon teasing Cyan with and ask saying, "twink takes it hard from big black man xxx." Besides, Demoman needs more love.) ::::: It was intimidating to be beneath Demoman at first. Scout had a life long policy to never give the upper hand to a man heavier or stronger than him. That fear of giving control to another, coupled with personal trust issues built up over so many years of watching his mother cycle through a series of bad relationships, made him reluctant and afraid. Demoman was different, though. His hands were big, sure, and his fingers calloused, but he was gentle to the point of antagonizing. He was careful with Scout, and that just made the younger man want him to be rough. “I want you to fuck me.†Scout whined softly, grinding his hips up against Demoman’s. “You sure about that, lad?†Demoman’s smile curved down at him, and the Scot pressed another kiss to his lips. A soft kiss. Scout wrapped his legs around Demoman in response and ground up against him through his coveralls. “Stop being so fucking slow.†He could feel Demoman’s erection through their pants and grinned briefly until he realized that the man was still hesitating. â€Y’dumbass, if I wasn’t sure, I’d be asking for a blowjob or telling you to roll the fuck over so I can do you.†“I know… I’m just a lot… eh… bigger than what you might be…†“What? Expecting? Seen it. Used to?†He left that last one out in the open just to watch Demoman shift and sputter. â€C’mon…†he leaned up to whisper right into his lover’s ear, “fuck me…†That last request was all it took for him to completely shatter Demoman’s resolve. A large hand, so gentle before, latched onto his hip and pulled him down from where he’d been clinging to Demoman, and flipped him over onto his stomach so fast he didn’t have time to grin up in victory. His legs were adjusted— untwisted and placed on either side of Demoman— and he felt large hands squeeze his ass appraisingly before he felt Demoman’s clothed erection against his ass. He shifted his hips in anticipation, smiling as he watched the man’s arm reach past him to open a drawer and retrieve an unmarked jar from his bedside table. Demoman smacked his ass once he’d pulled back, and Scout snickered at him, clutching the sheets. “Innit funny, boyo.†Demoman chided Scout, and the younger man heard a long zipping sound. â€Now get your pants an’ skivvies down so I can figure out how I’m going to fit all this in your little arse.†Scout laughed harder, rather than stopping. â€I can’t…†he gasped, reaching down to unbutton and zip his pants before pushing them down his own thighs as far as he could get them. “You can’t what?†Demoman asked, yanking Scout’s pants down further. “Stop-†his words were riddled with choked spasms, “laughing. I can’t— can’t stop!†“Then I’ll have to get your little brain onto another subject.†Scout could feelthe man roll his eyes. Then, he felt a slick finger invade him, and he choked out one last little chirp of laughter before his grip on the sheets tightened and he bucked his hips back— to help, of course. “Stay still, lad.†Demoman grumbled, and Scout couldn’t help but imagine that his face was twisted in concentration like when he had to be careful about how he was wiring an explosive. “I’m not gonna explode…†“What?†“I’m not gonna fuckin’ explode. Hurry up and get your dick in, Christ.†Scout ordered, moving his hips against Demoman’s slow pumps with his finger. He made a soft noise of discomfort when untouched muscle stretched, but didn’t allow Demoman to pull back out before shoving his hips back again, harder. Demoman’s other hand gripped Scout’s hip hard and pushed down firmly to keep him from attempting to take control again. “Bloody feck, calm down! I’ll fuck ye senseless soon enough.†Demoman’s promise came with reapplication of lubricant and a second finger. “Man, you oughta know by now I don’t have any patience.†Scout hissed, his ass flexing as he attempted to arch up again. “Shut up.†Demoman twisted his fingers within Scout and wrenched a choked noise from the younger man. Scout stopped fighting Demoman until it looked like he was going to start being careful and gentle again. It took another finger and several hard slaps to the back of the head before the other man realized the pattern and gave up on any semblance of preparation or foreplay. Scout mumbled something about more lubricant and murder, but finally shut up when he felt Demoman’s cock begin to push into him. “Oh fuck.†He gasped, pulling the sheet down from where it had been tucked around the corners of the mattress. He felt Demoman hesitate, and shook his head. “No. No way. You’re fucking me. Keep going. ’Fuck’ is a good thing. Just f—yeah.†Aside from muffled hisses of discomfort, and a few curses as Demoman worked his way into him, Scout tried to speak as little as possible from then on. He knew that the man would stop and think about anything he said, and didn’t want to have to deal with it while he had such a large dick in his ass. Demoman’s hands shifted from holding him down to pulling him back, and Scout felt the bed beneath them give little shuddering jolts with each increasingly hard thrust from the man above him. “Aw, yeah…†Scout groaned,completely surrendered to Demoman’s pace and the strength that he put into each thrust. Everything around him told Scout he was taking it hard. The bed gave sporadic creaks of varying volume, and the headboard slammed into the wall every now and then. There was a pleasant zip of pain all the way up his spine with every movement Demoman made in him, and everywhere they touched each other was slick. Demoman’s hands slipped up and down Scout’s hips with each pounding thrust, and occasionally his back would brush up against the scarred muscle of Demoman’s stomach and chest. When it did, it came away cool with the older man’s perspiration. Scout licked his lips and pressed his face into the mattress, gasping against the scratchy sheets as he felt a pleasant heat beginning to well up in his stomach with each slick slap of thigh on thigh, hip on ass. A large paw reached around to grope his cock, and the man behind him only began to move faster and harder at the discovery that there was a thin line keeping Scout from coming. The thin line broke as soon as Demoman pulled all the way out and slammed back into Scout. He felt the scratch of balls against his ass, and he saw stars as the thick hand around his cock caught his release and smeared it back along him, giving him a firm squeeze at his base before pulling away and gripping his hips once again. “Oh God…†Scout murmured, his head bowed and his ass still in the air, body rocking back and forth with increasingly frenzied thrusts. One of Demoman’s hands left his hip, and the man pulled out entirely. “No. Nono, finish inside me.†He croaked, reaching back to slap whatever he could reach. His fingers brushed Demoman’s chest rather weakly, but that was as close as he got. “Scout, I—†“Please… I want you to have fucked me your hardest… and then come inside me.†He grumbled from where his face was still firmly buried in the sheets. Scout’s cock twitched with interest when Demoman reentered him, but the younger man knew he wouldn’t be able to come again so soon. He still murmured his pleasure, though, the kink as crucial to him as coming was. The bed groaned, a low timbre to match Demoman’s grunts as he gave slow, hard thrusts into Scout. “Yeah… yeah, fuck this ass.†Scout encouraged him, one of his hands folding over Demoman’s still clamped around his hip. â€You want it. You fucking know you do. Harder— yeah, I knew you could—†Demoman came with a mumbled, European sounding probably-curse before pulling out and collapsing to the side of Scout. The younger man turned on his side and curled up into the arms Demoman opened for him. “So about round two…†Scout murmured after a moment of exhausted, pleasant silence. “Ach, shut up, y’little rat.†Demoman growled goodnaturedly and cuffed him. “Hey, I was just askin’…â€
Hot damn.
Written in response to a tumblr request for Sniper crying during sex. ::::: Emotions are a raw and terrible thing. Men don’t feel emotions so strong that they are brought to tears. Men are strong, and independent, they make their own happiness and don’t need anyone else in order to make that happiness happen. Love was a weakness. It was a disease. Especially when it was for another man. Their clothes were a fumble on the floor, and the bed creaked beneath them as Sniper’s hips met Scout’s buttocks. His chest was pressed to the other man’s back, and his hands rested on his narrow hips, pulling him back and into the thrusts. He felt something similar to anguish in his chest, but it was accompanied with a warmth, a certain spark that left him confused and more than a little panicked when he saw wetness drip down to wet the freckled back beneath him. “Oh God…†he hissed, pressing his face into a salty shoulder and nibbling at the skin, trying to distract himself from the ever-increasing flow of wetness from his eyes. Scout cursed when his hips began moving with renewed vigor, trying to keep it going, he couldn’t let the kid know— But the body beneath him rose up, and he covered his face in embarrassment, laying back on the bed with a shuddering sigh. Scout stayed where he was for a second, his ass pressing against Sniper’s hips, their balls throbbing against each other as Sniper counted the heartbeats he could feel while buried deep in Scout. A moment of silence passed before he felt Scout shift. Instead of pulling off, though, Scout moved up along his cock and then swiveled when he was able. Sniper sucked in a breath, and felt his wilting erection respond eagerly as Scout slipped down around him again. “Hey, what gives?†Scout draped himself across the Aussie’s chest, but Sniper kept his hands firmly in place. A finger traced the gap between his sideburn and fingers to pull away wet. “H-hey, I didn’t… was callin’ you a faggot not okay? ‘Cause I can… stop I guess? If it’s a… shit, I don’t know, a tr—“ Sniper’s hand shot from his face to the back of Scout’s neck, and he silenced the boy with a deep, desperate kiss. It would just get worse if he tried to explain now. Love was a foreign entity. Not the concept, but the ache of it, and the twisting, coiling desperation for another individual was stifling and wonderful. He kept Scout there, silenced with a constant clash of tongue, teeth and lips. Eventually, the young man began to move upon him, gasping against the Sniper’s lips as his hands pressed against his shoulders for leverage. The tears hadn’t stopped, but Scout didn’t seem to mind the slick slip of their cheeks, and the occasional tang of salt as a tear mingled between their tongues. Sniper started thrusting again, his hands shifting to grip the younger man’s hips as both strived to finish what they’d started. Scout, now free from Sniper’s confining hand, kissed his way over to suckle the salty trails from his cheeks. His warm, wet tongue laved over the scratchy texture of Sniper’s stubble and then up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss just above his eye. He moved to the other cheek, kissing away the drying tears as Sniper made love to him. The older man’s calloused hand slipped over to twist around Scout’s cock, attempting to apologize for the sudden break in the mood. Judging from Scout’s gasping pants against his cheek, and the nails that dug into his shoulders, he was well on his way to being forgiven. Scout came, and Sniper stopped his own movements, satisfied with his lover’s release. When Scout pulled back to frown at him, and then sat up to ride the man to his own release, Sniper reached up to tug him back against his chest. “Don’t, love…†He murmured, kissing Scout’s lips and cheek. “You okay?†Scout asked, his tense body relaxing with Sniper’s words and attention. “Better.†Sniper promised the boy, stroking his hands down his back to pull him off of him and tuck him under his arm. “You wanna… uh… talk or anything?†Scout yawned into Sniper’s armpit, but forced himself to look attentive for his lover’s sake. “Nah, sweet’eart.†Sniper chuckled and leaned down to press his lips to Scout’s. “Just… I love you.†“Oh.†Scout smiled and wiggled up, out of Sniper’s grip. He had to crook his head a bit, but he had soon shifted higher on the mattress than Sniper. He reached over to pull the man’s head against his chest and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “I’ll hold you tonight.†He offered, pressing a kiss to Sniper’s forehead. He left his face against his hair, getting comfortable and slipping a knee between Sniper’s legs. “I… thanks, love.†Sniper smiled and wrapped his arms around Scout’s waist. He felt a hand pet his hair, and his half-hard member faded from the back of his mind as he allowed himself to be soothed into slumber.