Just to Make Myself Attractive to You, part two of four Sniper's eyes fully opened. Oh piss. He looked for the source of the noise, trying to make out Spy's shadow in the dark. He pulled on his wrists and ankles but nope. No running away or avoiding Spy now. Spy sat on the end of the bed, between Sniper's feet. His back was facing Sniper and he didn't turn. His voice echoed off the wall, sounding empty and far away when he spoke, "Good evening." Sniper felt extremely nervous. Not only was he trapped, Spy seemed cold. Maybe angry or hurt. "Hey Spy." "You are not telling me to get out?" Oh! Interesting! "No." He had told Spy to leave because it had been too much - feeling like shit and hearing what had happened. Now his head was largely clear, he could concentrate on this. "What is wrong with you?" That question could be answered a few different ways and Spy would accept any of them. Sniper wished that Spy would turn around. Just to give some clue as to what that question meant. No - he'd have to guess. "I was...jealous." He looked anywhere that wasn't Spy and said the next part much quieter. "And hurt." He liked that answer. He liked it a lot. "No, I mean, why are you here?" "Medic forced me." As if that wasn't obvious by the straps he was in. Sniper didn't even want to know why they were already there, before he was dragged in. "How are you now?" If Sniper could see, Spy's teeth were showing in a wicked little grin. "A lot better. Just uncomfortable." There was no point in lying to Spy. Or maybe it was the drugs. What had he been filled with anyway? Spy turned, pulling his leg up onto the bed. His shoe touched Sniper's foot through the blanket. "And how do you feel towards me, now?" There was a slight pause as Sniper gathered his thoughts. "Nervous. Hurt." Sniper tried to bite back his tongue but it was all coming out. Bloody Medic. "Wanting." Spy moved his hand under Sniper's blanket. He laid his gloved hand on Sniper's ankle. "Wanting what?" "Wanting you." His tone was nothing but sincere, reflecting the statement. "Wait, what the hell did Medic put in me?" he asked aloud. He wouldn't say all this so easily normally! "I do not know, but it is interesting. Wanting me to what?" The visit was taking a delightful, unforeseen direction. Spy decided to milk it for what it was worth. Sniper really did bite his tongue this time but he couldn't resist. "I want you as we were by the bridge." He turned his head away, looking to one of the walls. "So you want to be naked with me?" Spy's face would be hurting from all the GODDAMN GRINNING he was doing. What was that Medic gave him? HE'LL HAVE TO ASK. A+, would use again! "Yeah." Sniper was going to find Medic, pump him full of this crap and lock him in a very small cupboard with Heavy. Although the bastard would love that. Damnit. "I like this game!" Spy's hand on Sniper's ankle moved up to his knee, slowly and deliberately. "And then what?" Sniper closed his eyes, biting his lip. Damnit. Spy was loving this little scenario and he half didn't want to resist because he had missed Spy and half really didn't want to end up telling Spy all this! But the drugs decided which side won. "And then I'd want to touch you." Spy made a small sound of disappointment. His hand was now on Sniper's thigh. How did that get there? "Where?" "Everywhere." Sniper let his head fall back onto the pillow in defeat. "Your shoulders down your arms, your chest and back down to your stomach and arse, down your thighs and legs then back up to your hips and cock." Spy squeezed Sniper's thigh. He sounded victorious, "Isn't that nice? We will have to arrange that." Sniper's eyes snapped open and he lifted his body up best as he could. "Wh...what?" Was Spy teasing? Please don't tease like that darling (He didn't think darling. He really didn't). Spy's hand toyed with the hem of Sniper's shorts. "You heard me." Sniper gulped. "Don’t tease like that darling." Wait. Did he just--? That was precious. "I will tease all I want." Sniper bit his lip again, trying to keep his mind blank in case anything else tumbles out. Spy decided to press a little harder. "You want to fuck me?" "Yes." There wasn't even a pause. Sniper looked at Spy's eyes as he said this, his expression just as clear as to what he'd like. Spy looked... slightly interested in this. "Hard? Go on, tell your little ghost friend." Sniper wished he could wheedle his way out of this through technicalities. ’He’s not my little ghost friend.’ But drugs don't seem to recognise that. And neither did his blood. "Like I'm trying to drive you through the floor." Spy's stomach dropped. But Sniper would never know. "Oh, that sounds a little rough. Are you rough, dear?" "Yes. I can be." The 'I can be' was added on to the growl that was the yes. Sniper felt himself begin to care less and less about being coaxed into this. It wasn’t as if he could resist at any rate. Spy's hand travelled up. He had to lean forward a bit. "Are you hard? Do not lie now, I will check!" "Yes." Sniper can't remember saying yes so many times in a single evening in his life. "Oh, I should not check?" Spy was so near laughing. This was wonderful. Delicious. You probably should." Sniper tested the straps on his wrists. Could he pull himself free? Then he could reach the damn tease - they'd been talking long enough! Spy snickered. His hand ghosted (ho ho) over the front of Sniper's shorts. "Oh! You were not lying." Sniper's hands balled into fists as he resisted the urge to thrust upwards into Spy's hand. "I don't seem to be able to lie tonight." "Oh dear dear. What should I ask, then?" Spy's hand was a light touch; every now and then he would begin to grip-- but stop. Spy leaned his head back, thinking. "I believe I have gotten all the information I wanted out of you..." Sniper's nails were digging into the palms of his hands and even his toes curled slightly. Don't move, don't thrust, don't squirm, don't shudder! Bloody teasing Spook. "Have you missed me, cher?" That was a stupid question. Too late now. He wanted to know. "Yes!" The first word was exclaimed but the rest, "...I did miss you", was spoken more softly. "Then stop being away." That was simple. "Tell me, Sniper, about the next time we are alone?" At the last word, Spy squeezed Sniper's cock through his shorts. Sniper couldn't resist jerking his hips at that squeeze, mouth opening wordlessly. He found his tongue though. "Next time we're alone...I'm going to strip you first. Get everything off you so I touch all I want." Spy turned his hand palm-up. His fingers gently rolled Sniper's balls through the material. "You have this all planned out? Have you thought of this before?" Better yet, "Have you pleasured yourself to the thought of me?" Sniper wondered what he did to some deity to deserve this. He couldn't suppress a shudder at how Spy's fingers worked. "Not really planned out, but I have thought about it. And I have." Not too often, he isn't a complete wanker. Spy was enjoying this-- who wouldn't? He liked to hear these things about himself, liked to hear them in Sniper's voice, "So after you strip me?" Sniper shifted slightly, holding back a sound in his throat. "I'd take a good look at you - would probably have you on the floor so you wouldn't be able to disappear - and I'd touch you. Not just with my hands." Sniper could see the question coming and decided to jump the gun. "With my mouth." "Would I like it, Sniper? Would I be ..." Spy's voice just then sounded a little lusty, breathy, "Moaning for you, begging you?" It was almost cruel, wasn't it? "I'd make you beg." Sniper voice was a bit deeper at that. He spoke with conviction, as if he was making a serious promise. Spy shifted. It was starting to get to be too much. He brought his hand away, out from under the blanket. It was possible Sniper wouldn't be able to see Spy adjusting the situation with his pants. "You would have me take my mask off?" Sniper's body tensed slightly as Spy removed his hand. "...I'd want that. If you didn't touch it, I'd try and get it off." Was that the right answer? It didn't matter; the drugs prevented him from lying anyway. "Do you think that would make a difference?" Spy didn't like where his brain was taking him, but it was taking him there. "Do you think that I can be something different, for you?" "I think I want to see what's there." He did. He really did. He paused as he tried to think of an answer for the second question, trying and failing to ignore the implication. "I think you'll be who you want to be." "You want me even if I am so devious? You want me even after what I did to the BLU labourer? Do you really think I am any better than a common snake?" --Somehow, Spy's voice stayed stable throughout this tiny rant. Sniper closed his eyes. Damn. It. "Why the hell do you think I was so avoidant of you after that? Yes, I want you! You're a damn sly python and if it was anyone else I would have bloody cut them the moment they said it, but it's you." And for some reason, Sniper couldn't do that to Spy. "Sniper, do you think that something who lies, cheats, and steals could possibly love something else?" Spy's leg moved off the bed and once again, his back faced Sniper. Sniper looked at Spy. Gulped and looked away. "Yes." Spy was going to tell him that he was wrong. Spy stood, his weight was no longer felt on the bed. He moved around in the dark-- there was the sound of him cloaking again. But then Sniper would feel Spy's glove on his cheek, "That is so hopeful of you, mon trésor." For a moment, Sniper looked disappointed. Then he felt the hand on his cheek and leaned towards it. "I know." "Who knows, maybe you are right." The visit took a turn for the serious, didn't it? Spy wanted to change that. He trailed his hand down Sniper's jaw, his neck, his chest. As long as he moved slowly, he could stay invisible. Sniper closed his eyes, so he could concentrate on Spy's gloved hand on his skin. He flexed subtly, as if to offer himself to the invisible man. Sniper felt at ease with Spy touching him, even if he couldn't see him. The touch trickled down to Sniper's stomach, to the top of the blanket covering him. "I hope you are right to be hopeful, cher." Sniper's chest clearly rose and fell as he breathed. "That makes two of us. Though - I think I'm right." He listened closely to Spy's voice, trying to picture where he was standing. Spy picked the blanket up between two fingers and gently tugged it backwards. "Is that what you want? Love?" It was kind of silly, but if Sniper wanted it... maybe it could be arranged. Sniper couldn't resist the drugs and Spy's accent and that touch. "Yes." he sighed, fully aware that he had no idea what could happen next. Spy rested his hand on Sniper's recently uncovered stomach. The next question probably didn't need to be asked, but Spy could not resist. "Do you think you can find it out here in the desert?" Pause. "With a snake?" Sniper opened his eyes slightly, looking at where Spy's hand would be, before shutting them again. "I hope I can." Spy's touch disappeared. It was kind of silly, Sniper's little hopes and fantasies-- but what was more pathetic? The man tied up and under the influence of a drug, or the man goading him into telling all his secrets? The man prodding him through touch just to hear a kind word. Spy finally came forward with his own thoughts, "I think you are just lonely." "I've never felt lonely until I met you." Sniper turned his head on the pillow, not opening his eyes. Out of everything he's told Spy so far tonight, this was the one he loathed to tell the most. It meant that Spy had sunk under his professional barrier and into his skin. He swallowed a little at the disappearance of Spy's touch. Spy didn't like hearing this. He felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach. His only response was, "Oh..." What the fuck, is he actually feeling bad? It wasn't his fault the Sniper had gotten attached! "I think you need to rest, Birdy." "I guess so. I need to sleep off this drug." Sniper turned and looked at where he thought Spy's face might be, the green eyes fully dilated to try and see in the dark. "Thanks. For coming to see me." "Please do not thank me." Spy used Sniper and all Sniper can do is thank him? "No. I appreciate it, even if you took advantage." Sniper looked at one of his restrained hands. "Although, I'd like to call in a favour while you're here." Spy did not expect that. Not in the least bit. "A-- ahem, a favour? Go on." "Get me out of these things." Sniper pulled on all four of the straps before relaxing again. He probably had marks from where he'd been twisting his limbs to try and somehow wiggle free. "I do not know... Sniper, I somewhat prefer you this way..." But then the invisible hands were at the straps and gently undoing them. "You like me laid out before you like this?" But the straps were coming off, first one wrist then the other. Bonza. He slowly pulled his arms free, sitting up. Spy moved slowly, "Ankles too, pet?" "If you don't mind letting me go. I don't think I'll end up in this sort of position again anytime soon." Not now he could return to his usual hiding places that Medic wouldn't check. "You have to stay here." So calm, so patient. Do not fuck with him. "On the bed?" Sniper asked, smiling a bit mischievously. His humour was returning to him. "So, you do like me with my limbs tied up at your mercy sir?" Spy's hands stopped where they were, resting on one of Sniper's ankles. He was still unsure if this was a good idea. "Perhaps." Sniper reached forward and quickly followed one of Spy's hands up his arm, darting over the chest and hooking a finger in Spy's tie. "Then maybe you should leave them for now." Sniper knew he wouldn't stick around long when he was released. He'd try and convince Spy to come to the perch, away from Medic's domain. Spy was jerked forward. He quickly hit a button on his watch, becoming visible again. "You are getting a little handsy." Spy reached out and tried to shove Sniper backwards. "Heh. Just want to make sure they still work." He let Spy push him, smiling. Getting forceful are we? "You have seen that your hands still work, now lie down, shut up, and go to sleep." Spy stalked around the bed, stopping near where Sniper's head lay. "Alright Mum." Sniper smirked sweetly at Spy, putting his hands on his stomach. "I am not your mother. If I were..." Spy caught himself. He would not allow Sniper to get him all riled up. "I would not do this." Spy reached out and pinched Sniper's inner thigh. (Okay, a little riling wouldn't be so bad). "Ah! Hey!" Sniper grabbed the wrist that had pinched him but he chuckled. The pinch wasn't that bad. "I didn't know you could be rough Spooky." Probably not as rough as Sniper himself but it was something. "Let go of me!" Sniper went from helpless to cute to downright annoying. He needed to be taught a lesson. Spy jerked his arm away-- and then before even HE knew what he was doing, he had one leg over Sniper. Spy sat just below Sniper's waist, perfectly content with his position. "Now will you sit still?" "Gladly." Sniper lay back and watched Spy with a little smirk, one hand on his stomach and the other resting on one of Spy's thighs. He definitely hadn't been expecting this but he wasn't going to complain. "You are a horrible bastard, you know that? Look what you have made me do." Spy removed his gloves, tugging on the end of each finger slowly. "What have I made you do?" Sniper asked, leaning his head up a bit. Earlier he had been completely at Spy's mercy, so maybe it was only fair he's managed to coax Spy into something now. Spy took one of his gloves and used it to smack Sniper across the face. Not hard, but it was the thought that counted here. "Shh." Sniper blinked. He'd just been slapped with a glove. Didn't that mean something? But the thought eluded him so he simply looked at Spy, a politely bewildered look on his face. "Look what you made me do." That time it was more of a joke. Spy leaned forward and gave Sniper a small kiss on his lips, "Look what you made me do." Sniper leaned forward and returned the kiss equally, giving Spy a small kiss on the lips too. "Look what you've made me do." And not just the little kiss. Spy sat up, back straight. His mind wandered back to favours. "Do I owe you anything else?" Sniper's thoughts wondered. He could think of many things Spy owed him, but what he wanted right now... "We're alone, aren't we?" Spy couldn't find a reason to turn him down. "You cannot use your favours that way." "Why not?" This wasn't unlike the annoying Spy he knew. Although Sniper was interested in hearing the excuse. Spy started to speak and then stopped-- Then started again, "It is not fair." Spy could not talk about fair. Sniper leaned forward, his arms ensnaring Spy. "How is it unfair, darl?" he asked directly against Spy's ear, his warm breath drifting through the fabric of the mask. Spy turned his head, hoping Sniper wouldn't hear the tiny, high pitched sound that came from the back of his throat. "Unhand me, you brute." "You sure that's what you want?" Sniper slowly dragged his hands from behind Spy's back to his arms, circling them with his fingers in a hold. Spy didn't dare speak. "I was asking the questions here." "Well, if it’s what you want..." Sniper leaned away from Spy slowly, settling back on his elbows and looking at Spy with a defiant, playful look. This was fun. Sniper was already feeling much, much better, up to his usual games with Spy. It actually wasn't what he wanted. Spy looked slightly disappointed when Sniper let him go. "Now I have you, I do not know what to do with you." "What do you want to do with me is the real question there." Sniper stayed where he was, watching Spy curiously. His body language was basically saying that if Spy wanted, Spy could have. Although Sniper would be using his favour tonight. "I told you, I am asking the questions." But yet... he wasn't asking any questions, was he? Just dodging Sniper's. "You haven't asked anything yet. How about this," Sniper sat up, casually leaning towards Spy. "You can either ask a question, or do me a favour." "I would first like to hear what this favour would be." Spy's smile was pointy and sharp sharp sharp. "Strip." Sniper ran a finger down Spy's front, following the line of his tie. Then his hand retreated and he smiled at Spy. "If, very if, I do that, you cannot touch." Because Spy is a horrible, horrible bastard. "I won't promise anything. You know how my hands do what they want." And they will. "Sit back." Spy began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Sniper obeyed, deciding to test his willpower. How long could he endure before he simply had to touch Spy? Spy removed his jacket. He then untangled his shirt from his arms and from under his tie. He wanted to keep it on; it would be a shiny beacon of temptation if Sniper wanted to grab him. (He tells Sniper no, but then leaves all these delightful little weapons out for him). "Is this enough?" "No." Sniper's eyes roamed over Spy's chest, absorbing the sight. The fingers on one of his hands moved idly. He raised his hand and pointed at Spy's trousers. "What, these old things?" Spy wanted to hear Sniper say it. SAY IT. "Yeah. Get them off." Now. Or Sniper will be made to get more handsy. "Is that part of the agreement?" Spy put his weight on his knees, taking it off of Sniper's body. "Do you stop playing strip poker at this point?" Sniper asked. Did Spy play strip poker? Maybe if he rigged the deck so he couldn't lose. "Could you give me a bit of assistance? Just the buttons there, they always give me such a problem." He just wanted to see if Sniper could stop there. Sniper sat forward again, reaching for the buttons. He undid them, a sly finger sometimes stroking past the trousers to the next layer of fabric. "Need anything else?" His hands stayed in a safe zone, falling back from the buttons and resting on Spy's legs. "Non." Spy then moved a little awkwardly, a little shakily, as he stood up on the bed. His feet still stayed on either side of Sniper. He took his time peeling his trousers down around his hips. "More?" Now that was a sight. Sniper nodded, seemingly to himself. "If you'd be so kind." He let his hands slide down Spy's legs, resting behind his knees. Don't tease like this darling...or else. "You will have to remove your hands, cher." Spy guided the material down his thighs and stopped at his knees. He then raised his left foot and shook the rest of the pant leg off. "Do you really think this is kind?" Sniper's hands dropped so they rested behind Spy's feet, not touching him. "Not really. But you're doing it, aren't you?" Proof that manners can get you what you want. Spy's hand assisted in removing the last few inches of fabric, he quickly tugged off his shoe in the process. "I do not mind. I can leave anytime I want. You wanted this." He repeated the whole thing for the right side, letting the shoe and pants drop off to the side of the bed. There Spy stood, on top of the mattress, bare except for socks, tie and boxer shorts. Sniper looked at Spy. The man was, quite simply, handsome. His skin was completely untouched, undamaged (at least from the front); with lithe muscles clear under the pale flesh. Sniper realised that he needed to swallow and did so, as discretely as he could. "I do want this." But he made his hands behave. For now. "This?" Spy smirked. He was really jerking off his ego tonight. He raised one foot and placed it on Sniper's chest. He wore dark, rust-colored socks held up by garters just below his knees. Sniper leaned forward, taking his as an invitation and brushed his lips against the garters holding up his socks. In truth, he had never seen them before and they were very...interesting. And Spy had told him to not use his hands. Spy would be lying if he said he didn't like this turn of events. "When you are done with that one, there is another for you." Spy shifted his weight, switching one foot for the other to rest on Sniper's chest. Evidently Spy had no complaints with his behaviour. "What are these?" Sniper asked before lowering his lips to the offered foot, pulling back the elastic with his teeth and letting it go so it snapped against Spy. "Garters, they hold my socks up. Stop that." Spy used his toes to push Sniper's face back. "Why should I?" Sniper turned his head and moved his head to avoid Spy's push, so his question was brushed against the sock. Spy's foot rested on Sniper's collarbone now. "Because I said so. You are under me, I am afraid." Sniper's hands shot into action now. Both grabbed Spy's legs just under the knee and pulled, dislodging Spy's feet from under him. He leaned over Spy as because he could, limited by the straps on his ankles. He smirked smugly. "Things can change." "They could." Spy wanted to threaten now, "I could leave." He both hated how easily Sniper could shake him, and he also really... really liked it. That got rid of Snipers smirk. He sighed. "Alright, I'll be good." He put his hands behind his back, as if showing that he wouldn't push Spy around anymore. "You are supposed to be resting." Spy righted himself. But instead of standing again, he went back to his original seat on Sniper's thighs. "And?" Sniper asked. He would point out that Spy wasn't meant to be there, but he might take that as a suggestion that he should leave. Instead he leaned back, hands behind his head and rested on the bed. "Here. Is this better?" "Oui." Oh, so much better. Sniper was a smug, beautiful son of a bitch. Spy leaned forward and placed a kiss in the left-center of Sniper's chest. Sniper slipped his arms from behind his head. That felt nice. One of his hands rested next to Spy’s, not quite touching, as he let out a tiny exhale at the motion. Spy raised his head and grinned at Sniper. "I like to hear you..." Lowering his face to Sniper's chest once again, he flicked his tongue over Sniper's nipple. Sniper made a surprised but clearly 'happy' noise at that. He slid an arm over Spy’s back, feeling an odd change in texture - just able to see over him, Sniper could make out a burn scar – the stubborn git had refused to see Medic after the Pyro attack. It fascinated him but his fingers twitched as Spy kept pressing against his chest. "I like it when you do that." is all Sniper could moan. Spy scraped his teeth over Sniper's nipple. "I want to hear you make all sorts of undignified noises." Sniper groaned throatily. Like that sort of sound? His hand brushed over the burn and wrapped around Spy, pressing their nearly naked bodies against each other. "Sniper. I cannot stay here." Something spooked the Spook. Sniper pulling him close brought him to the realization that they were still in public. Sniper was still sick. This would have to suffice as an apology. Sniper paused, quickly catching with Spy when he remembered his surroundings. "Alright. But untie my ankles, before you go." Sniper didn't want to have to hang around here either - maybe he could convince Medic he was Houdini if he was found and questioned about his disappearance. Spy rose from his seat-- his attractive, Australian seat and began to pull on the essential parts of his clothing. Spy decided to carry his shoes and stuff his gloves into his pockets. "You will rest, if I untie you?" "In my perch. Promise." He couldn't rest outside his comfort zone and this was not his comfort zone. Well, it had been with Spy sitting in his lap, but he wasn't there anymore. Spy shrugged and unstrapped Sniper's ankles. "You promised." Spy then perked up like a startled cat. "Goodnight, cher." The door moved on what seemed its own, Spy's shadow left the room and it was replaced by the sound of Medic's jackboots. Sniper froze. Oh shit. Could he hide? He grabbed his trousers and pulled them up quickly, planning to abandon the rest of his clothes. Maybe he could outrun Medic? Just run out the door and leg it to safety. Medic's boots stopped outside the door. He peeked into the room, "Are you sleeeeeping?" Sniper did the most sensible thing. He ducked under the bed and said nothing. Medic looked at the empty bed, with his hands on his hips. This was ridiculous! He'll have to wake up Heavy now! He did a quick-about-face and left. If this wasn't an opportunity then nothing was or ever would be. Sniper waited for three seconds then bolted for the door, opening it quickly (but carefully enough to make sure it didn't slam) and ran for his perch. ----------- Sniper sat in his perch, hiding chocolates in with his biscuits. He wasn't going to give it all away when Scout started trick and treating! He never quite understood the American fascination with Halloween...but it was a good laugh either way. So far he had been able to avoid Medic too, which was a good reason to celebrate. He still remembered the year he was scared stiff by some story involving ghosts and drop bears quite fondly. Mostly because he got revenge on his friend by convincing him that he was cursed. Earlier in the evening, Spy stuck his head in Sniper's perch. He announced that he would be coming back later (at least after dark) and that Sniper should be waiting. His exact words were, "Be a good boy, have some alcohol set aside for me, and I'll tell you a little ghost story." The BLU base had several scares in the past few hours since it got dark. There was someone invisible sneaking up behind them and being generally annoying, all their toilet paper being stolen, and one of each of their socks being flushed down the toilets. Once there was water everywhere and a Pyro trolling the halls with his flamethrower, Spy felt his job was done. The finishing touches were tossing all the toilet paper he stole over the bridge several times. It was all very beautiful, the horribly thin and scratchy paper cascading over the bridge like spider-webs or party streamers... or like stolen toilet paper from a military base adoring a bridge. Spy was already a little tipsy. One has to drink a bit to get into the Halloween spirit fully around these parts. That and it was liquid courage, once that Pyro started patrolling. Spy crossed over the decorated bridge for the last time that night, and headed to Sniper's perch. Sniper had seen Spy decorate the bridge and he couldn't help chuckling. However, he had broken one of his little rules and had grabbed his rifle - just in case the BLU's noticed Spy and weren't happy with his way of celebrating Halloween. When Spy returned safely, Sniper put the rifle away and waited patiently for his guest, having collected the requested booze and some sweets for the evening. He ate and drank only a little (one beer and two sweets) to pass the time, wondering what sort of ghost story Spy would tell. And what sort of ghost story would scare Spy. Spy stayed cloaked when he entered the room. Of course he did. It was a habit, plus it was Halloween! He sat on a crate in the corner and very quietly whistled. Sniper sat up, looking around carefully. He stood and held his hand out the window - no wind. He glanced around the room, slowly inching his way towards the source of the noise. As he approached the crate, he knelt and pressed an ear to it, wondering if a certain someone was hidden inside. Spy smirked. He gently placed his gloved hand on Sniper's hat. He raised the hat-- slowly slowly slowly, off of Sniper's head. Spy whistled again, the random tuneless sound he usually uses to spook people when he's toying with them. Sniper froze when he felt his hat levitate off his head. He looked up at the hat, genuinely surprised but he wasn't scared! No, he really wasn't. Even if that tune was creepy. Sniper reached up to force it to sit on his head. When he did, he felt his hand clasp over an invisible hand. His entire air relaxed at that as Sniper looked deadpan at where he thought Spy would be. "If you wanted my hat, you could just ask." "Why would I do a thing like that?" Spy didn't pull his hand away. He stayed invisible. It felt safer and it was highly possible he was just too lazy at the moment. Sniper kept his hand on top of Spy's, just in case his hat went flying off again. "Same reason you had a little fun in the BLU base tonight." he smiled at Spy mischievously, like a boy who's seen his older cousin get away with something. He shifted so he was more comfortable, still kneeling in front of Spy as his other hand roamed over the side of the crate, trying to find Spy. "Jealous?" Spy wondered why he hadn't invited Sniper-- oh that's right. He works alone. Last year, Scout wanted to go and that was nearly a disaster. Spy leaned away from the wandering hand. "Shoo, get!" "Nah mate. I'll get 'em when they're not expecting it." Everyone expects stuff like this on Halloween. Maybe around Christmas would be a more surprising time. Sniper drew back his hand at Spy's shooing. "Oh, don't want to show yourself?" His hand then darted forward, trying to grab at Spy now as Sniper still wore his childish smile. Spy yanked his hand from the hat and began to wiggle. "Non, non, do not touch me, filthy jar man-ahahaha stop that." Sniper sprung forward, using both hands to poke, grab and tickle at the air where he perceived Spy to be. "What was that? Doesn't non mean yes?" Sniper knew it didn't. "Oui, it means-- non, it means non!" Spy then tumbled from the crate to the floor. He instantly became visible again. He huffed and sat up. Sniper smiled smugly and sat down, reaching behind him. He brought forward the alcohol and offered one to Spy, taking another for himself. Spy sniffed. "What is this?" "Some of Demo's whiskey. Bloke's got the best alcohol round here." Sniper took a swig of it himself. He had some of the beer Engie was usually drinking but it wasn't up to Demo's supply. "I suppose this will do." Spy then drank (quite a bit) as if he weren't so put off by it in the first place. "Are you ready for a ghost story, or do you want to play grabass some more?" Sniper raised an eyebrow at the interesting name for (what he would call) a very brief game of Hide and Seek. "Let's hear the story." They could play 'grabass' some other time. "I hope it will scare the pants off of you." Aha, what a funny joke. What a joker that Spy can be. Spy took his seat back on the crate and took a rather large gulp of the stolen whiskey. "There was once... a little French boy." He wiggled his fingers. A little French boy. Well, Sniper was expecting the story to be connected to them somehow ("There was once a savage bushman...There was once a suave Spy...") but he hadn't expected a little French boy. He moved and sat next to Spy on the crate, rather than by Spy's legs, so he could see and hear the assassin better. "When the little boy was born, his mother left him with nuns for the first several weeks of his life. Then she decided she might as well care for the thing and came back for him. However, she changed her mind again. He was given to an uncle of sorts." Spy made a vague gesture with his fingers at the word uncle. Maybe they were air quotes, maybe he was getting a little sloppy. "That uncle gave him a knife and taught him to steal..." This was a very odd Halloween story. Hell, at the moment it didn't even appear to be a ghost story. Sniper watched Spy carefully, drinking measured amounts of his whiskey. "Yadda yadda yadda, school of hard knocks and that. I am bored of this story. Anyway, eventually Reliable Excavation Demolition hired that boy." Spy padded his pocket for his cigarette case. "It was a story about a ghost, was it not?" Sniper blinked. Was that true? And hadn't they gone over this? The ghost business? "I told ya, you're not a ghost." He took more whiskey. Tonight his vice was alcohol. Tomorrow he'll wake up with a hangover and it'll be cigarettes. Spy fabricated a story about his childhood for you, Sniper! Does that mean nothing to you? "I do not believe you." "Why not?" Sniper wore a confused frown on his face. It hid his underlying concern about Spy's history. It was extremely vague but from the little bit he was told, it didn't sound too pleasant. It was extremely vague due to the fact he made it up while he was on the floor. "I do not know." Spy looked away, feeling a little dizzy and irritable. "Prove it." Sniper felt a slight buzz due to the alcohol. Probably tipsiness was settling in. So he slung an arm around Spy's shoulders and leaned on him, resting his head on Spy's shoulder. "If you were a ghost, I couldn't do this." Sniper would've fallen right through Spy and landed on the floor. Spy liked where this was going. He decided to milk it a bit more. "What else could you not do if I were a ghost?" Sniper chuckled, taking another swig of whiskey and rearranging himself, so Spy was sitting in-between his legs with Sniper sitting behind him. Sniper pulled at Spy's collar until he could press a kiss to the skin under the clothing, just away from the mask. "This." he said simply, lips brushing against Spy's skin. "What are you, what is this..." Spy tried to look behind him, at Sniper's movements. The kiss caught him off guard. He even gasped. "That?" "Yes, this." Sniper kissed the back of his neck again, the arm that had originally been placed around Spy's shoulders now curling around his front. Sniper smiled and held back a laugh at how Spy reacted, instead kissing Spy's skin again. So soft. Spy liked being the sneaky one. He didn't know how well he enjoyed this role reversal-- oh who was he kidding? This felt good and he was kind of drunk anyway, so he could blame it on that later. "I am not so sure I understand, do it again?" Sniper obliged, kissing Spy again but using his teeth to nip and faintly scrape against the skin this time. He curled slightly against Spy. It was rare for Spy to not vanish when he initiated something, so this was a nice treat for him. Even if they were both drinking, but that gave him a light-headed feel. Halloween was a time to dress up and be something other than yourself. Spy dressed up every day and was something other than yourself. Maybe tonight he could be ... whoever the hell he actually was. "Help me with this?" Spy began to untuck his mask from the collar of his shirt. Sniper lifted his head, looking at the back of Spy. Was he...? Sniper put down his whiskey and slowly began to help Spy with removing the mask from his shirt, pulling it at the back. He kept one arm around Spy and periodically gave the newly exposed skin soft kisses, as he had been doing. Spy unbuttoned the top of his shirt and yanked the mask free. He then pulled on the fabric at his nose and pulled it all forward --and off. Underneath, was it so much of a surprise to see a hooky, beaky nose or pale skin or dark circles under his eyes? He turned his head to catch a glimpse of Sniper behind him. Sniper shifted, leaning to the side so he could see Spy's face better. He took off his sunglasses so he could see him more clearly and raised a hand. He stroked Spy's cheek almost wonderingly with the back of his fingers, before his hand rose and stroked back Spy's messy hair. He knew this wasn't the alcohol messing with his head or talking for him. "You're a real beauty." Spy's hairline was attempting to recede. His hair was dark, almost black and it seemed a little dirty. To be fair, it was slicked under a mask most of the time. Spy's mouth twitched as he tried to hide a smile. "A beauty? Heh." "Yeah." Sniper didn't see the defects are acutely as Spy did. Jet black, slightly long hair, soft white skin, striking blue eyes and sharply defined features...Sniper found Spy attractive. He drew close to Spy and began to kiss him, starting on his cheek and moving over Spy's face. Spy then fought the urge to pull away. Be yourself; let yourself have what you want. Normally, he'd pull away and do a little dance to the other side of the room. At that moment, he slung his leg over one of Sniper's to turn towards him more, embrace him, and kiss him back. Sniper put his arms around Spy, one hand immediately reaching up Spy's back for his hair, threading through it gently. His fingers flexed as Sniper kissed over all the skin that was usually hidden from the world, before moving over Spy's lips and kissing him there. Normally he would linger, wait for some sign from Spy - but whiskey put a limit on his usual patience. Spy welcomed the kiss, leaning into it hungrily. He could taste alcohol and something chocolately and Sniper himself and he felt he could not possibly get enough. Spy's fingers began to scrape gently at Sniper's vest, like an animal unable to comprehend how it was captured. Spy tasted of whiskey, some other drink, cigarettes and Spy. And it was all addictive. Sniper responded just as eagerly, stroking Spy's back as he used his tongue to stroke Spy's. He leaned closer to Spy so their bodies pressed against each other. If Scout decided to come calling right now, Spy would strangle the life out of him. It was almost expected this point. The anticipation of an interruption was killing him. He almost didn't know where to go from here. As time went on and they continued to kiss, Spy moaned, an indication that he was letting himself get wrapped up in this. Sniper often forgot to think when he was with Spy like this. It was as if Spy stole all his thoughts and put them in some box, which was only returned to him afterwards, usually after an interruption. And if they were interrupted now, he was pretty sure he'd cut something vital on their person. But as they were currently safe, he lowered his lips from Spy's to kiss his throat, occasionally biting and sucking and licking. This whole situation made him feel kind of ridiculous. His face felt warm and he felt a tug in his gut and all the blood was rushing between his legs and he was just waiting for something awful to happen. Sniper moved to his neck and Spy could only whisper, "I am sure ghosts cannot do this." "Can't do what?" Sniper asked softly, slowly lifting his head from Spy's neck to look at him properly. His hands lowered reluctantly from their current positions to slide round to Spy's front, undoing Spy's jack and sliding it carefully off his shoulders, before returning to wrap around Spy's frame. Spy found himself being undressed. Was he allowing himself to be overtaken by the moment or by Sniper himself? "Surely they can neck, with other ghosts or perhaps someone they are haunting, but..." Spy trailed off, finding himself far less clever than normal. He was thinking lusty thoughts and he figures that's where all his brain cells were working at the moment. Sniper couldn't follow Spy's train of thought. He had enough problems trying to think himself. He felt so warm, with parts of his body flaring - mostly the parts where he and Spy were touching and his groin. Sniper kissed Spy on the lips. "I don't follow what you mean." He murmured, one hand untucking Spy's shirt and sliding up his back. "I do not quite know myself, cher." He couldn't help but look down at the situation at Sniper's hands. "You are manhandling me a bit, Birdy." "Should I stop?" Sniper drummed his fingers against Spy's skin, his spare hand sliding over Spy's side. Sniper had learnt that when Spy pointed something out, he wasn't (always) discouraging it, just making it clear that he was aware of it. "I think you should manhandle me a little more, that is all." There. Clear permission in a firm voice. No joking around. "I think you could perhaps do whatever you want with me and I would not fight it one bit." That was a little on the fence, but it might as well be permission as well. For a moment, Sniper's blood flared in his veins as he looked at Spy with an expression of pure, smouldering want. Then he kissed Spy passionately, hands immediately working on removing all the layers on Spy's torso. He knew what he wanted and he had permission to take it. Slight surprise jumped from Spy's lips, "Oh." It was so fucking fascinating when Sniper stopped being a gentleman. He wanted to see Sniper growling and writhing. He wanted to get that out of him and he knew he could do it. (He hoped he could). He didn't help Sniper with his clothes, just moved here and there to twist out of his own. The moment Spy's chest was bare, Sniper manoeuvred him off the crate and onto the floor. He wanted Spy flat on his back, laid out before him. He ran his hands over Spy's chest and sides, watching his fingers move with a focused, half-lidded expression before he leaned sharply forward and bit Spy's shoulder. Spy's hands moved to Sniper's wrists. He wasn't holding him back, just holding on. At the bite, Spy's body went straight as a pole. "Do you like to hurt, hunter?" Sniper chuckled, slightly darkly. He liked that nickname. "Just want to be sure I leave a mark." He licked and sucked at the flesh he had just bitten but there was definitely going to be a bruise there. Perfect. "Do you think maybe someone else will be seeing it?" Oh, a jealous Sniper might just be too much to handle. It was like a challenge to himself! “At the very least, you will." And you'll know exactly who gave it to you. "Maybe...you want it somewhere else?" Sniper twisted his hands so he held Spy's wrists and pinned them to the floor, trailing his lips over Spy's chest, that soft, untouched canvas. "Where would you like it, beauty?" This behavior was shaking up Spy's snowglobe. His eyes went a little wide when his hands were suddenly over his head. He laughed, a little nervous and breathy, "What, and spoil the surprise?" Sniper smirked then suddenly darted up Spy's skin to his neck, biting down on the opposite side to the earlier bite on Spy's shoulder. This man was goddamn delicious. If he became some sort of monster he knew Spy would be his favourite prey. Spy arched and hissed. He attempted to compose himself and ask, "You have been holding this back all this time?" "Have I?" Sniper asked, his tone a mixture of mild and lusty. When he smirked at Spy though, there was nothing mild about his gaze. He settled his weight on Spy's hips, slipping off his vest and taking off his t-shirt and undershirt. "If you bottle something up too long, when it comes out..." It might just be terrifying. That anticipation of something going terribly wrong was back, and Spy didn't even realize he was trembling. Sniper however, did notice. Tearing off his white shirt he pressed against Spy, bare, scarred chest to bare, unblemished chest. "Hey. Take it easy." He kissed Spy on the lips, still passionately but not roughly. He wasn't sure if Spy was talking about him, or himself. "Oh, I am. I am just a little nervous you might kill me." Not completely true. Spy took the liberty of removing his own gloves and placed his hand on the back of Sniper's neck, pulling him close. "Now, why would I do that?" Sniper was smiling though, letting himself be pulled in by Spy. One of his own hands cupped the back of Spy's head - the floor was hardly comfortable, what it? While Sniper was distracted by Spy's somewhat out of character nervousness, Spy thought it was a good time to wrap his legs around his waist. "You are a little ... feral?" Sniper nuzzled Spy's neck. He loved being called feral by Spy, although he couldn't say why. If anyone else called him an animal he'd be insulted. "Oh don't worry. I'm slightly tame." He did ask where Spy wanted to be bitten, didn't he? He grinded against Spy's hips as a pair of legs was wrapped around him. "Oh- unffff... uh," Spy cleared his throat, somewhat ashamed of his vocal mistake. Stupid sexy Sniper and his stupid hips. "I prefer you this way." "You do...?" Sniper kissed the skin he had been nuzzling, faintly using his teeth. He always thought that Spy would prefer him to act more gentlemanly, which was partly why he was more aware of his behaviour around him. Sniper slowly drifted down, kissing and nipping Spy's chest. "I think this is more like you, Sniper. You are more free like this." He has freed himself for Sniper, he would like Sniper do to the same for him. And then he could not help but wonder if it was the alcohol that did the work for them. Identity crisis aside, he liked how everything lined up so nicely. "I like you this way too. Free." Because Spy was being free. He wasn't holding back the way his body reacted, the little noises he would make. He wasn't even wearing his mask. Sniper lifted his head again, nipping Spy's lips and gently tugging him into another kiss. Spy's other hand came up to Sniper's back and he was officially clinging to the other man with all his limbs. "Then why are we not doing this more often?" Seemed stupid that they wasted all that time standing around staring at each other. Sniper hummed, still nipping Spy’s lips as he thought. It was a good question and his mind was still working slowly. “Well...†A soft kiss and a little sigh. He looked at Spy longingly. “Because we’re professionals.†And professionals have rules and regulations about how they should be. "It could be our little secret. I am good at keeping those-- besides, I think you might have noticed I am a little intoxicated." Spy hoped that this wouldn't push Sniper away. It was okay, take advantage of him. However, Spy's legs slackened around Sniper's waist until his feet were planted firmly back on the ground. His body was starting to work against him, rather than for him. "I'd like that...specially since I'm a bit drunk myself." Sniper pressed against Spy, lowering his head and resting it on Spy's chest as his body curled over him. It was so comfortable and warm - the flares of heat had given way to this gentle warmth. Sniper mentally and just audibly groaned. Too soon. Spy got very quiet. By pointing out that he had a little too much to drink, Sniper realized it as well. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut next time. Or, even better, "Only a bit? Maybe we should drink some more." Sniper nodded against Spy's chest and wrapped his arms around his back. He slowly sat up, bringing Spy up with him, and grabbed two fresh drinks. He gave one to Spy and drank the other, more steadily than he had his earlier whiskey. Spy bit his lip, again attempting to hide a grin. Sniper just moving him where he wanted him, it continued to put thoughts in his head. He watched Sniper drink. He wondered just how quickly they could be at each other again, at the rate he was drinking. Spy decided to keep his head about him, taking small gulps from his own bottle. Sniper exhaled deeply. That was better. His thoughts became less coherent but his body was flaring up again, so he didn't feel as sleepy. He idly stroked Spy's chest, looking quite peaceful. Spy let out a soft sound, somewhere between moan and a snicker. "You just get all boozed up, grope me like a teenager and now you are stroking me like a cat?" He said this as if he was insulted, but he was completely endeared. Mon dieu, was he endeared. "Want me to hold you down again like a trapped dingo?" There was a slight bite to Snipers tone, but his smirk was good-natured. "If you don't like this, you seemed to like that." He leaned forward, licking the lovebite on Spy's shoulder and still stroking him. Spy's eyes closed as Sniper leaned towards him. He tilted his head back and rasped out, "Salopard." It was becoming harder and harder to come up with witty banter. Was it the alcohol or was it Sniper's mouth that was making him about as articulate as their Scout? Sniper leaned back and took another swig of his whiskey before putting it aside, giving Spy a look and licking his lips. He took hold of both Spy's shoulders and drew close again, biting and sucking on the join of Spy's neck and shoulder/chest. Spy's breathing turned ragged. He turned his head away and arched up into Sniper's body. "What interesting results I get from insulting you. You horrible-camping-lazy-bastard." He was still playing a game, he couldn't stop himself. How easy it was, right then and there! Spy felt he could have Sniper begging. What was stopping him? Sniper hadn't realised that he had been insulted. He only knew enough French to know that "yes", "no" and that "cher" was a term for a person. There was only a slight warning in how he gripped Spy's shoulders and how his own hunched up. Then he roughly pushed Spy backward, pinning him to the floor. "That so?" There was a slight growl there, but Sniper couldn't help it! He re-attached his teeth to Spy's neck, only holding back enough to not cause any real damage. Spy continued to stay calm, enjoying the rate at which Sniper lost his cool. "That is so." He only paused to convince himself not to cry out at the warm mouth on his skin. "And I still want you. Do you want me, Sniper? Pretty bird? Assassin? Filthy convict?" He sounded calm but he felt desperate, what words would push the buttons he needed to push? Sniper was very frustrated at losing his patience so easily but it was the price of drinking alcohol and being with Spy. His grip tightened on Spy's shoulders and he growled against the skin he had just tasted as he heard Spy talk in that stupid, alluring accent. "Fuck. Yes. I bloody want you." Both of Sniper's hands vanished from Spy's shoulders - one held him down by the base of his throat, the other shot for his trousers, grabbing roughly at them. Spy finally raised his hands. In attempt to fight back, in a way. He quickly grabbed a fistful of Sniper's hair. His other hand grabbed Sniper's wrist at his pants. "Annnd what is it that you want from me? Be specific." This was just getting to be too much. The names he could handle. At this point Spy could call him whatever the hell he wanted and Sniper would only push and press harder. But this was just teasing. He glared at Spy fierily but didn't challenge Spy's hold on him. "I want you, wearing nothing, squirming under me and screaming for me like I have the last fag to be had in this entire fucking desert." Spy's voice gave nothing away, but his face did. His mouth stayed open, his eyes were a little glazed over. The fingers on Sniper's wrist gripped a little harder. "Squirming... under you. How do you think you'll accomplish that?" Sniper's smirk was dark and predatory - it was a smirk he didn't often use. He leaned forward, not caring if Spy ripped out a clump of his hair. "I'll show you." he hissed into Spy's ear, breath ghosting over the shell. His other hand tore out of Spy's grasp and pulled at Spy's belt, undoing it quickly and grabbing the trousers to pull them down. Sweet mother of Christ, what has Spy done? He has apparently gone too far. Sniper wouldn't be begging at all. Good Job, Spy, Sniper is going to ride you until you go insane. Well, it wasn't as if that were too bad of a thing. Spy gasped and shuddered at the careless pants-removal. Somehow, he wasn't expecting that. Sniper would find silk boxer shorts and an impressive erection for the blood alcohol concentration going on there. Don't stop now, you horrible bastard. "Well?" Sniper had to pull back from Spy briefly to get rid of his own trousers. He took in all of Spy as he did, smiling hungrily. He liked what he saw, especially what he had uncovered this evening. Spy's face and now - Sniper curled his hand into a fist over the protrusion in Spy's silk boxers. "What's this Darl?" He kicked off his trousers, toying with Spy roughly, but not too roughly. "Heh. I always knew you'd be into silk." Spy's eyes were nearly closed, just tiny slits and fluttering eyelashes. "I have no idea how that got there." He attempted to lift his head but everything was swimmy in his head when he did so. His one hand still had a deathgrip in Sniper's hair, the other travelled slowly over those scars once again. "So your daydreams were correct, then?" "Nearly." In his 'daydreams', Sniper had never dared to picture Spy without the mask, just in case the vision didn't match reality. He lowered himself slightly, offering his body to Spy while still jerking him off through the silk. His spare hand rested on Spy's chest, feeling the heat and heartbeat. Only their boxers separated them now and the thought only heated Sniper up more. Spy's fingertips followed the scar until it reached the waistband of his shorts. He dipped a finger in so that he could curl his hand against that sharp hipbone. "Nearly," Spy repeated. Sniper squeezed Spy before letting go, his fingers dipping into the silk. He licked his lips. "This is more like it." He murmured, leaning forward and kissing and licking Spy's neck. However, Sniper hadn't envisioned a series of explosions from outside the room, sounding like a hybrid of water balloons and sticky bombs. The door to the perch opened with a bang and Soldier roared into the room, looking out the window and not noticing the position of the occupants. "LADIES! It is time to move out! The BLU scum are throwing projectiles at our base and-!" Of all the people. Spy quickly turned away, hands shooting for his mask on the floor. He tugged it on and sat cross legged, well aware of his near-nudity. He fumbled through his discarded jacket for his cigarettes. Spy let it sit on his lip as he looked up at Soldier. "Quoi?" Sniper was quick to grab his trousers and slip them on, glaring viciously at Soldier. The commander turned and noticed the situation. At first, he seemed a bit surprised - or he didn't say anything at least. Then he grinned, and it was one of those batshit insane grins he wore when he had cornered someone. "Am I interrupting something men?" "Yes, you bloody are." Sniper fumed. "First we are ladies, now we are men. You really must pick one, Soldier. And my, it did not take BLU long to figure out it was a RED that caused all those problems." BLUs apparently are geniuses, as seen that night. Soldier glared at Spy. “I should have your head for this, you pathetic French worm! You started all this, you un-American-" He was cut off by Sniper slashing his kukri dangerously close to his nose. Despite being drunk, Snipers aim was intact. "I should have your head wanker, for coming up here! We've got a goddamn alarm system for this!" Soldier's icy gaze fixed on Sniper as the man raised his shovel. "You want to challenge ME?"