First time poster, long time lurker. I just wrote this up tonight and am sadly without a beta. It starts off slow, but it will pick up. It is Soldier x Sniper, Engie x Medic. Please enjoy.) It only takes one instance for Soldier to become ruthlessly, patriotically, and all around unhealthily enamored with the lanky resident sniper. And it was all the fault of the Scout and his penchant for ridiculous gambles during their nightly poker. Spy, another player in this oddly exclusive game, had vehemently refused letting the boy play at first until the kid had thoroughly stomped the older man in a playful game earlier in the month. The boy of course had been elated to join te illustrious ranks of The Poker Guys, including Soldier, Medic, the aforementioned Spy, Engineer and their loner Sniper. "Let's make this fun, guys." Those were five words that had led to this complete disaster of an emotional minefield. Such an innocent phrase but it had started off a chain reaction that leads to Soldier's desire for the Sniper. "How, shortstop?" Soldier snaps around his cigar, tipping his helmet up to glare icy daggers into boys skull. Scout only looks disinterested. "How? Old man this is how : the loser with the worst hand has to do what the winner says. That's pretty good, huh?" The teenager grins, "So you might lose but ya got a chance ta have a better hand than tha' other guy!" Spy rubs his chin, frowning around his cigarette, "I am...uncomfortable at such requests. We 'ave to 'ave some rules, oui, Lapin? I do not want ze risk of 'aving to take off my mask due to a...command, of sorts." "I see your point, Frenchie. I really do. Like...okay. We can all agree on like..nothin' fuckin' gay or shit. Like, ya can't make a dude suck yer dick or nothin'. S'gotta be PG-13, yanno? Funny shit, not weird n' creepy." There are nods and murmurs of agreement. They might be forced to share living quarters, and bare their behinds to the Doc on occasion, but the men at the table didn't really want to be put in the position of having to do something...awkward. "Wünderbar! It is zettled zhen. Vhen do ve start zese little commands?" The Medic asks as he plucks Spy's cigarettes from the table, an odd gleam in his eyes as he lights up. The only one not yet smoking was Scout, and it was because they all slapped his hands from the cigarettes. He hadn't earned the right to smoke at the table yet. "Well...oi don't know, mate..." Comes a sullen voice from under a ratty old hat, a frown pursing the Sniper's lips. "What if it's somethin' that makes us uncomfortable...? Oi ain't real keen ta be...dancin' around tha' BLU base in my best frock, you hearin' me?" Soldier is suddenly agreeing. "Stringbean's right!" His fist slams into the table, "Ain't gonna be no hippie crossdressin' allowed! This is a MAN'S GAME! We will make MANLY WAGERS!" He says, slamming his fist down on every loudly spoken word. Scout just snorts into his glass of juice, also too young to drink in the presence of the sticklers of the team, Engineer and Medic. "Look, it can be whatever ya want. Like, if I win an' Engie's got tha' worst hand, I can tell him ta do my cookin' shift for the next month. Shit like that." This causes the Spy to grin, "Oui? Can we also ask a person to act as another?" Scout looked confused as he figures the phrasing out in his head, then perks up. "Hell yeah! That'd be fuckin' awesome! Inside jokes are the fuckin' best!" The boy laughs, when the Engineer's little timer goes off. The Texan chuckles, and sets his cards down with a little shake of his head. "Alright pardners, times up. Got a battle in tha' mornin', and we don't wanna be dragging our asses, do we? H'up ya go, sonny. Medic an' I will clean up, you boys go on ahead." The Texan says with a chuckle as the Medic picks up the cards and replaces them into the package. As the other men troop out Engineer can't help but spare a glance at his comrade. "I wish ya wouldn't smoke, pardner..." He says as he picks up the empty beer bottles. Large, warm hands slide along his hips and pull Engineer back against a solid chest. "Mmm..vhy? You do it too, meine liebe..." The older man says into the Texan's ear, nibbling along the shell as the Texan tries to remain neutral. "Ya know ya look damn irresistible when yer doin' it.  Sometimes I think ya do tha' shit ta rile me up..." Engie complains playfully, turning his head to expose his neck to Medic's eager and roaming lips. "Let's go play somewhere...private." The German purrs, and the Engineer forgets all about cleaning up, the kitchen door swinging behind their hasty exit.