Well hello. I'm whatsherface from the Workshop thread deciding to post this. It's Spy/You (gender ambiguous) and is full of rape. Enjoy? ------------------------------------------------------------ It wasn't uncommon for Spy to spend his morning's just out side the kitchen, smoking. Most of the team didn't mind as long as he wasn't /in/ the kitchen, muddling breakfast with the smell of second hand smoke. What was uncommon that day was that once you had cleared your plate of flapjacks and began to walk down the hall towards your room, Spy followed you. You pretended not to notice. You spent an awful lot of your time around Spy ignoring him. The man just wasn't trust-worthy. His coy smile radiated danger, making it's allure all the more disturbing. Spy was an expert on manipulating people and took an immense amount of joy in his work. He was particularly known for going about and seducing all manners of people for his own amusement. Gender, age, or size didn't matter to him. A hole was a hole and a victory was a victory. Worst of all, he was not above using his own teammates as pawns to quench a little boredom. You figured the best way to avoid falling victim was to ignore him completely. Unfortunately, this was hard to do when the Frenchman grabbed you by the shoulder, turning you around to face him. You scowled up at him while his lips curled into his less than friendly smile. "What do you want, Spy?" you spat, clearly irritated and eager to leave. Spy just widened his smile a bit, releasing your shoulder to take a hold of his cigarette. "Congratulation, /cheri/. You are quite lucky." "And why is that?" "I 'ave decided zhat I want you," he said with a light laugh. Spy's smiled twisted upward yet again into a cocky grin, yet his eyes were soft and welcoming. You felt yourself blush as he reached a hand up to gently brush your face. "Meet me in my quarters after the batter, /oui?/" You pushed his hand down roughly and took a step backwards. "I think I'll pass," you said with a mixture of sarcasm and contempt. Spy stepped towards you, making you retreat farther until your back was against the wall. Spy's eyes narrowed, adding a sinister glare to his tight lipped smirk. "I don't zhink you 'ave a choice, /cheri/" In a flash, your gun was in your hand, pointed at Spy's neck. Your face was red with fury. "Don't come near me, Spy," you warned, trying with all your might to keep your voice steady. His smirk vanished, his expression now one of calculated anger. He glared into your eyes. You felt your knees weaken and your heart skip a beat, but managed to keep your face stern and hopefully fearless. "I'm not afraid to fire." Spy then raised his hands in a casual gesture of surrender. That focused hate in his face evaporated as quickly as it had come, leaving him smiling and calm in his usual way. You kept your weapon aimed and your gaze threatening. "All right," he sighs. His tone couldn't help but convey that he was laughing at you, "I just 'ope you realize zhat zis opportunity will not come again." "Fuck off." Spy laughed and walked away, taking a last drag of his cigarette before tossing it aside. You didn't relax, even when he was well out of sight, until you could no longer hear his fading footsteps. At last, with a deep sigh of relief, you replaced your gun to it's place on your belt, gathered your thoughts, and continued to your room to prepare for the day's mission. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You slowly opened your eyes in the middle of the night, a pressure in your abdomen alerting you of nature's call. the last thing you wanted to do was abandon your warmth and comfort but the choice was not yours to make. With a muttered swear, you flung off the covers and shuffled out of bed. You couldn't have been more frustrated. Your room was the farthest from the locker room style bathroom, second only to Sniper's secluded nest. Explains why he pissed in jars instead, I guess. Whatever. You managed to make it in time and began the cold walk back. The base was deathly silent at night and you couldn't help but feel spooked. Bare feet against tile sent chills up your spine with each step. Not to mention you were still half asleep. Your mind began to play tricks on you, turning your own shadow into a silent pursuer, breathing down your neck. Breathing... Before you had time to react, a gloved hand covered your mouth and a sharp point touched against your back. You froze and tried to mumble out for help, but the point gave you a cautionary jab. You felt warm breath creep up to your ear, hissing. "It's best you stay quite, /cheri/. And do as you're told unless you want to see zis knife come out your stomach." Your face grew hot and your brow furrowed, but you kept your hands lowered to your sides nonetheless. Spy carefully lifted his hand from your mouth and, grabbing rope from his pocket, began to quickly bind your wrists behind your back. You shut your eyes and tied to think of an escape, but your mind was clouded over with anger and fear. He took a hold of your wrists with one hand, the other keeping his butterfly knife securely pressed to your back, and steered you down the hall in the opposite direction of your room. Towards his. You could hear him chuckling to himself and it just about made you sick. Spy opened the door and shoved you in without grace. You floundered about, without your arms to balance you, until you became steady enough to dart across the room. Facing Spy, you started swearing and struggling with the ropes behind your back. He calmed locked the door and turned to face you. You stopped your string of insults when he made eye contact. His eyes were so sharp. So focused. So blue. You stammered a bit, a poorly thought out insult dancing on the tip of your tongue. Spy laughed. "I don't see why you are so upset, /mon amour,/" he cooed, taking a small step towards you. You braced yourself into a defensive position, still struggling to free your hands. "Why, you should be flattered I find you so attractive. " "Fuck you," you spit. "You don't find me attractive. You just want another notch in your goddamn belt. You get off taking what you can't have just to stroke your massive, disgusting ego!" Spy laughed again, but unlike his normal laugh - soft and mocking - this one was hearty and warm. It was the laugh of a someone who genuinely found something funny. This somehow made it all the more frightening. You could just about hear your stomach drop. Spy began walking towards you, still shaking off a few chuckles. You quickly backed up and found yourself in a corner. Spy was closing the gap between you at a sickening, teasing pace. Your mind raced and your mouth ran. "Back off!" you yelled. "Get the FUCK away!" You found your voice wavering and scared. Your body was tense from head to toe and you felt that, even if you had somewhere you run, you couldn't. Spy drew close enough to cup your face in his hand. "NO! Fuck off! G-god damnit!" As Spy leaned in further, you shut your lips and tried to steer your head away, but his hand held you firmly in place. The kiss was fruitless at first, Spy unable to pry open your tightly closed lips, but an abrupt squeeze on your cheeks loosened you up enough for his tongue to slide in. You inhaled deeply and found yourself awash with arousal. His tongue passionately worked it's way around your mouth. Your knees wobbled dangerously. It was such a nice kiss; so warm and soft and deep... You began to drift into a daze until another part of your brain screamed in protest. Don't give in. That's what he fucking wants. Fight back. You shut your eyes tight and tried to sort out your thoughts. Spy broke the kiss, releasing your face and watching with a smirk as you stood there, blushing and stupefied. You only seemed to come to your senses when he grabbed you by the elbow and dragged you to the bed. "Guh.. G-get off! Let go of me!" you yelled as you wiggled in protest. He sat you neatly on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side. One hand grips your should to keep you still. The other was placed gently on your thigh, eliciting a small gasp on your end. "Y-you son of a bitch...." "Such hurtful words, /cheri/..." His hand rolled inwards and you clenched your teeth to hold back a moan. Very soon, your pants were around your ankles and Spy's hands were exploring your legs. You began to lean backwards and sound out small grunts as his hands climb, slowly but surely. Squeezing. Caressing. The smug look of satisfaction on Spy's face stirred anger in you once again, both for him and for yourself. You hated yourself because your face was flushed, your pace was quickening, and your body was shuddering. Spy removed one glove, placing it in his pocket while simultaneously removing a tiny blue bottle. You sat upright, eyes wide and watched him pour a clear, slick fluid onto his bare fingers. His gloved hand braced against your thigh while the other touched lightly against your anus. You gasped sharply, contracting away from his touch. Lying now on your back, you struggled and kicked, attempting to wriggle backwards, but what little headway you made was soon taken by the cool, collected man kneeling beside the bed. He lingered around the entrance, the sharp chill from the fluid agonizing in it's sensation. Then two slick fingers entered at once, causing you to moan and writhe. "No... n-no... please...a-ah..." you panted. "P-please... please..." Spy spoke without stalling his exploration, his twisting and sliding within you. "Please what? Do you want me to stop?" "N-n-no..." you found yourself stuttering between moans. "J-jus-A-ah! .... just... please... I..." You dove into complete senseless babble, begging for something although you weren't sure what. Your legs where shaking. Your toes were curled. Tears welled in your eyes that mixed with the beads of sweat dripping down your face. Get him out. Get him out, you thought, still trying in vain to scoot backwards and away. Get him out. But then he'd hit that spot again; the one that made your sight blur and your hips rise. Get him out. Spy withdrew his devilish fingers and all at once you relaxed. Tears ran freely down your face. You hadn't climaxed. You hadn't given that bastard the satisfaction of pleasing you. But then you heard it. Below the sound of your panting was the distinct sound of a belt buckle, followed by a short zip and a shuffle of fabric. Your body tensed again and you thought of a million curses your mouth couldn't manage to say. Spy lay down on top of you, shirt unbuttoned and his hands grabbing at your waist. His kissed your neck and whispered something in French that you didn't understand. All at once he was inside. You felt yourself stretch, causing you to take a drawn out, shaking breath. Your eyes watered and your mouth flapped dumbly, searching for words. Spy thrust, delving deeper and deeper and sounding bells inside your head. You squirmed and your struggled, still stubborn not to let him satisfy you. He bit at your ear and kissed your neck. Each thrust made you gasp and your heart twinged with guilt. It felt so good, but you couldn't let him win. He won't win, god damnit. He won't- "A-AH!" A wave of ecstasy washed over you placing goose bumps up and down your skin. And that was it. Game over. Spy pulled out and finished soon after, saying not a word as he pulled up his pants. You could only lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling. You only assumed that Spy bore the cockiest expression of victory he could. Your eyes ran like a faucet, crying without any real direction from your brain. You head was swimming and the only thing you could really focus on the the nuances of the white paint above you. Spy left the room chuckling, presumably to go shower. And you just laid there, on this disgusting man's bed, crying and replying in your mind the most sweeping sensations of pleasure you've ever experienced with all the guilt of a whore.