Hey everyone! Just something I may/ may not work on. I probably made Spy a bit too tempermental. Oh well. This part is based off this SFM by Yellowcat6 on Tumblr: http://yellowcat6.tumblr.com/post/41707288707 Anyways, enjoy. “Oh, leave it out, ya bleedin’ wanker!†Sniper spat, his fists clenched and his face scrunched up into a deep scowl. “Well it was not me that completely failed to alert the rest of the team that a fucking Ubercharged Heavy and Medic were coming around the damn corner!†Spy hissed, his face inches from the bushman’s, his hands being tossed to and fro as he spoke. The team had lost badly when an invincible pair of BLUs came racing around onto the grounds of 2fort, holding the REDs back whilst their scout had stealthily captured the intelligence without a scratch on him. “Brûle en enfer!†He turned on his heels, crossed his arms and began to walk out the infirmary doors. “Bloody ponce†Sniper mumbled through his teeth under his breath. He was about to turn the opposite way, but he must’ve hit one of Spy’s sore spots, because before he knew it he was on the floor, a fist poised above his eye. He managed to kick it away and scramble to his feet before another blow hit his chin. Blood splattered from the Sniper’s mouth and he growled deeply as he held his bleeding jaw. “You fucking-“ He swung his clenched fist at spy’s eye, forcing him down to the ground with his foot and holding him there. He was about to throw another blow when his fist was held in one place by a gentle gloved hand. “That’s enough, boy.†Engineer’s voice was soft, but Sniper could sense a twang of grit. Sniper breathed heavily, and finally let his arms go limp. He removed his foot from Spy’s chest; resulting in a splutter and a cough. Sniper looked up from his defeated opponent to realize the whole rest of the team were staring at him. He turned away from their eyes and rubbed his jaw with a huff. “Fils de Pute.†Spy snorted as he began to stand up, obviously raring to have another swing at Sniper’s face, but Scout and Medic held him back as best they could. "Va te faire foutre, trouduc! Va te faire enculer!†Spy hissed and spat. “Shut it, you!†Engineer warned, pointing an accusing finger at the seething Frenchman. Sniper scowled and turned towards the doors, a worried and confused Engineer following not far behind. --- “Stretch, you’re surely gonna need stitches for that ga-“ “I said I don’t need yer bleedin’ ‘elp!†Sniper snapped, his fists stuffed into his pockets and his glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose. As the two reached the exit of the base, Engineer sighed as he realized the direction Sniper was heading in. Sniper wasn’t antisocial as such, he just kept himself to himself and never really interacted much with the team out of working hours. He spent his spare time and nights in his van – a beat up old caper that looked like it had survived a world war. Bullet holes a plenty and rust galore. It was what Sniper called home. Placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head thoughtfully, Engineer sighed. He just couldn’t let the poor guy suffer unattended. He was going to help him whether he liked it or not.
Excellent! I can't wait to see where this goes...
Whoops, sorry this took so long to complete, been a lot of things happening at the moment and I didn't want to rush it. (Although I did a little). Anyways, Enjoy(?) --- Night had fallen and the cold had snuck through the holes and gaps in Sniper’s van by the time Engineer arrived back outside the vehicle. Sniper had resorted to trying to get to sleep to block out the pain in his forehead, but to no avail. He cursed at himself for being so proud, and held his head in his hands. His bed was barely 5.5 ft, so how all 6.3 ft of him managed to fit in it will forever remain a mystery. The rest of the van was stripped down to the very basics: A sink, a few cupboards, a small table with two fixed down chairs on both sides and a small wardrobe. Grunting and stroking his temples, Sniper sat up and slipped a cigarette out of the pack. Where was his damn lighter? He growled and scrambled around his little van in search of it, but it was nowhere to be seen. Cursing and sighing heavily, he leaned back onto the wall, but sprang back up when he heard a knock at the door. This was the first time he had ever been bothered in his van; he wondered if the rest of the team even knew he slept in here. “Who is it?†He asked gravelly. “Room service. Who the Hell d’ya think it is?†Sniper couldn’t help but smile faintly. Out of all the other men on the team, Engineer was the only one he considered to be fully acquainted with. A friend even. He pulled the thin door open probably a bit too slow, and peeked around the frame. Engineer had his hands folded and his foot tapping. He was holding a fist aid kid. “Oh, bloody hell, Truckie, didn’t Oi say I don’t need yer-“ “Goddammit Slim, half your damn face was bleedin’ all over!†He stepped closer to the door and squinted. “Looks like you ain’t doin’ a very good job of healin’ it either.†Sniper had simply dabbed his largest wound on his forehead with a wet towel and had done with it. He chewed his tongue and rolled his eyes. “Oh bloody ‘ell… Foine. Foine, come in.†Engineer grinned and hopped up the steps into the camper. Sniper was sat on the edge of his bed with a disgruntled expression spread across his face. “Now don’t be like that, boy.†Engineer sat down beside him and poked his shoulder. “You’re too damn proud, you know that?†He fished around for an antiseptic wipe. “Now†His voice was calm “This is gonna sting a little.†“Truckie, Oi have me ‘ead blown off every other day oi think oi can ‘andle-OW, OW!†Engineer couldn’t help but giggle, resulting in a snort and grunt. “Jesus, Slim, it’s a big gash, ‘n really it needs stitches… Medic’d need t’ do that’n for ya.†He sighed, poking around in his box for an alternative. “No way oi’m ‘avin that lunatic lookin’ at me ‘head, mate. Do wot you can alroight?†Engineer grinned and poked around a little more in the box. Suddenly he smiled and pulled out a box of butterfly stitches. Sniper winced. The van rocked side to side as Engineer attempted to attach one more stitch to the gunman’s forehead. “Hold still, Slim! Just... One… More! Goddammit, boy!†He gripped Sniper’s wrists and forced them down onto the bed beside his head. Sniper wriggled under his grasp, but Engineer’s grasp was too tight and he outweighed him quite a bit. It took him a while to lie still, and Engineer slapped the last butterfly stitch on his forehead before he had time to move again. “Now, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?†Engineer finally smirked from above the lanky man, who had his teeth bared and his eyes squinting in the light. They were a brilliant bright blue with green around the edges. He hid them so well under his aviators that Engineer never noticed. The van was silent, the naked light bulb slowly rocking two and fro in the aftermath of the tussle. Engineer could hear Sniper’s slowly calming breath, yet he could feel his pulse rising through his wrists. Suddenly realizing he was staring, Engineer coughed and began to get up but was stopped by a firm hand grabbing onto his collar. Sniper’s expression hadn’t changed and for a moment Engineer thought he was going to hit him. Engineer flinched slightly as he felt Sniper’s cold hands cup his face gently, caressing his stubbly jaw. Sniper’s lips quivered as his face neared his team mate’s far too slow. Engineer’s mouth went dry as he stared longer at the bushman’s face. Before he had time to speak, Sniper covered his mouth with his in a gentle kiss. His eyebrows slowly unknotted as he felt Engineer’s tongue slip into his mouth and pushed his in return. Their mouths only parted to breathe, and after a few seconds of heavy breaths Engineer bit Sniper’s lip; resulting in a grunt and a hand clawing at the back of his head. Sniper could feel the pleasant twist in his gut and a heat rising, and he guessed Engineer could too when he grinned widely and pulled his goggles up to the top of his head. Sniper gasped loudly as he felt Engineer’s lips move from his mouth to his neck, trailing kisses, and groaned as his gloved hand traced down his body, stopping at his waist. “Oh, bloody hell…†Sniper said though his teeth as he threw his head back as Engineer snuck his hand up his shirt and dashed over a nipple. Another hungry kiss and Sniper began to tear at his team mate’s clothes; unhooking his overalls and grappling at his shirt buttons frantically. Engineer got the hint and ripped Sniper’s shirt over his head, breaking the kisses just for a moment. Sniper arched his back suddenly as Engineer slowly stroked his crotch with his hand, snaking his tongue over his lover’s nipple. Gripping the bed sheets and letting out a loud moan as Engineer continued to massage his groin, Sniper shivered at the sensation. “Truckie…†He began, but was cut off by Engineer’s tongue in his mouth. “You better hush up, boy…†Engineer breathed next to his ear “There’ll be a patrol out soon, don’t wanna make ‘em suspicious, now, do we?†His voice was calm but gravelly, and as he spoke he snuck his hand under Sniper’s opened belt. When had that been opened? Engineer proceeded to slide Sniper’s trousers down to his ankles and hooked his gloved finger over his boxers. They were already damp with pre come. Sniper shut his eyes as his lover pulled his boxers down to meet his trousers. His dick resembled the man himself, long and perhaps a little thin, impressive all the same. Grinning almost evilly Engineer wrapped his lips over the tip and slid his tongue around the rim, then licked the length of the shaft, resulting in Sniper’s grip on the sheets and a moan escaping his throat. He reached down to fondle his balls whilst sucking the tip and sliding his surprisingly skilled tongue over the slit. Sniper gasped sharply and let out a squeak. Engineer repeated his motions with a faint smile on his face until Sniper’s chest heaved with the torment. “Gah… Truckie, I can’t keep-“ His words were caught in his throat as Engineer took him into his mouth almost fully, his hand matching his rhythm of slowly sucking and sliding up and down his shaft. “Gaaahh...†Sniper shivered and panted. “Please, Truckie, Oi… Oi want youâ€. Engineer glanced up at that and smiled warmly. Sniper gestured to a drawer an arm’s length away and Engineer set about rummaging through it until his pulled out a pot of lube. Sniper bit his bottom lip and spread his legs as Engineer dipped his hand in the lube. “Now, yus’ relax, boy†Engineer said calmingly. Sniper obeyed and let himself go limp and Engineer slowly slipped a finger inside him and began coating him with the lube. Sniper winced slightly but moaned as Engineer began to gently start a rhythm with his fingers, stretching him out. The preparation couldn’t last. “Dell… Please… Now.†Sniper breathed. Engineer smirked, coated his dick with lube and positioned himself. Sniper shook and shut his eyes tight. “I told ye to relax, boy.†Engineer whispered softly next to Sniper’s ear and kissed him deeply. Sniper went limp once again and his lover slowly pushed past the ring of muscle, resulting in a sharp gasp and Sniper’s fingernails digging into Engineer’s back. Sniper was tight and warm, and he took Engineer well. The way he pulsed around Engineer’s cock was pure heaven. At first he was slow; he came back out and pushed back in gradually, whilst sucking and biting Sniper’s neck and shoulder. “Ah, harder…†Sniper gasped in between the slow thrusts, and Engineer smiled and picked up the pace. Sniper arched his back and clawed at the Texan’s back and moaned with each thrust. Engineer growled and thrust into the man below with increasing pace, causing the man to shout out and throw his head back. Engineer smirked and kept thrusting the same way, into the same brilliant spot, and Sniper slung his long legs around Engineer’s hips, letting him thrust even deeper. “I thought I told you to hush up,†Engineer panted, thrusting particularly hard as he spoke. Sniper began to cry out, but stuffed his fist in his mouth to stop any sound from escaping. “Goodâ€. Engineer growled, and reached down to stroke his lover’s unattended cock. He quickly matched the strokes of his skilled hands to the thrusts and Sniper howled and looked as though he was about to pass out from pleasure. “Dell… Oi’m not gonna last much longer…†He managed to breathe. The Van rocked with the mercenaries’ pace and Sniper had to steady himself with the walls. “Then… Then go on†Engineer grunted and pumped and bucked harder into Sniper’s prostate barely a few more times before the man below him roared and threw his head back in orgasm; spurting come over his stomach. Engineer wasn't far behind, a few more thrusts and he howled, spilling into the man below him, orgasm rippling through him, making him see stars. For what seemed like hours there were only frantic pants, until Engineer’s arms gave way and he slipped out and flopped down onto the tiny bed beside Sniper, chests heaving. “Bloody Hell,†Sniper mumbled, his eyes half lidded, his mouth still agape. Engineer chuckled lightly and pulled up the covers. Sniper yawned contently and nuzzled into his lover’s chest, who smiled warmly and closed his eyes as well, and drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
Yes indeed... yes indeed.
Wonderful, man!