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.