Never mind - no responses in time before I wrote this up. This is the continuation of the first story here, or something. ------------------------- There were many things that Spy enjoyed; fine food, for example, or the satisfaction of a swift, clean backstab. There were few things that he craved, that he would cross any distance for and pay any price for. Sniper's touch, and Sniper's body, were two of them. It always started with the mouth and the tongue that held his head down and kissed him so hard it hurt, just like he was doing now. The feeling of the cold floor of the intelligence room was so far away it could have been on another planet. Spy had just had the most painfully intense orgasm in his life, and that familiar feeling of pleasure was already returning to his groin as Sniper lay on top of him, pressed into his body, and kissed him. He stopped for a moment, and they stared into each other's heated faces. “I think we'll have to go somewhere a little less public before I tear your clothes off, Frenchie,†Sniper said. Spy shifted under him, feeling the iron-hard bulge of his erection. “Oh, I'm sure the others will not mind watching me take off your pants with my teeth,†he murmured, tracing the other man's jaw with one hand. “It would be... instructive, non?†Sniper growled again, under his breath, and rolled off him. He grabbed Spy by the shirt and hauled him upright, then threw him bodily over his shoulder. Spy kicked a little bit and giggled far too much for a grown man, then settled for grabbing Sniper's ass as he was carried towards the barracks. “Oi, stop that!†he said, trying to shift Spy so that he did not have such easy access to the Australian's butt cheeks. “Oh, are we ticklish now, bushman?†Spy chortled, and shoved one hand into his underwear. Suddenly the vibrator sprung into life again, having been stilled when he had captured the intelligence. Spy moaned, bucking involuntarily. “Ohhh, you bastard, I will get you for that!†They turned a corner, and Spy heard Scout's voice. “Yo, Snipes, what the hell is up with – wait, why are you carrying Spy like that? ...Why the hell is his ass buzzing?!†Sniper didn't stop walking. “You do not want an honest answer to that, kid,†he snarled, and Spy shifted around, trying to see Scout's face and laughing out loud. “Can I tell him? Oh please, Sniper, I want to be the one to break his little brain -†Sniper slapped him on the rear. “Shut up, you! He doesn't need to know.†They passed the horrified Scout, and Spy cheekily blew him a kiss before they disappeared into Sniper's room. He shoved the door closed, then swung Spy around and dumped him on the bed on his back. “Now, what was that you were saying about my pants and your teeth?†he said, undoing his belt and shucking it across the room. Spy grabbed his shirt, dragging him onto the bed. “Too late for foreplay, bushman,†he said, his voice going hoarse for a second. He knocked off Sniper's hat and glasses as he yanked the shirt over his head, throwing everything off to one side. If he was getting desperate, Sniper was close to insane with need. He got a hold of Spy's delicate suit trousers and ripped them down, popping off the buttons and breaking the zip. He grabbed his lover's cock with one hand, and slipped the other between his legs to pull out the vibrator. Oh god, the feeling. It was good going in, and it was good when it was in there, but coming out while Sniper was – oh god, his mouth... Spy cried out, grabbing the headboard and kicking his hips upwards. He grabbed a handful of Sniper's hair and twisted it harshly in his fingers. He shouldn't force his head down; he didn't want to choke him, after all, but dear god he wanted to! Too many clothes between them. They had to be gotten rid of. Sniper tossed the vibrator to one side, and began to strip with some urgency. Normally Spy would have taken his time, perhaps teased him while he undressed slowly and carefully, but they were both far too horny for that now. Besides, when Sniper got really excited, he got... rough. Spy loved it when he played rough. Shoes, shirt, gloves; all were thrown onto the floor and forgotten, and Sniper slammed him spreadeagled into the wall. He was still kneeling on the bed, supporting Spy with both hands gripping his thighs. There were no more words, no sweet nothings he could whisper; Spy could barely speak at all, his whole mind filled with the sensations coming from his crotch. He could still moan, and shout, and gasp for breath, but that was all, it seemed. Sniper's cock was bumping against his ass. No talk of lube, and at this point he probably didn't need it... Spy suddenly smiled, and managed to reach down and get the vibrator. “A little... revenge... bushman,†he panted, and as Sniper lifted himself up, he rammed it into the Australian's anus. Sniper roared like a lion, his whole body shaking. His fingernails drew blood as he clawed at Spy's ass, and he bit him on the shoulder where he had been shot. It hurt, somewhere in the back of his mind, but Spy couldn't feel it. All he could see was Sniper's face, and the look in his eyes of a man that had well and truly lost control. His wrists were pinned above his head. Sniper growled against his neck, and in the next moment, his ass was filled with hard, delicious warmth. In that second, Spy lost control as well. It was so, so much better than the vibrator. Bigger, hotter, pulsing, painful; it made waves of pleasure roll throughout his body, blotting out all thought and making him scream, repeatedly, in spite of who might be listening. Sniper was snarling in response, thrusting with all his strength and keeping one hand tightly clasped around Spy's leg, while the other forced his arms up and held him in place. They couldn't last long, not like this. Sniper suddenly bit down again, this time on his neck, and jerked upward especially hard; the sudden explosion of wet heat tipped Spy over the edge, and he came so quickly and so powerfully that it left him seeing fireworks. They were both shaking, riding the crashing wave of orgasmic endorphins until Sniper slumped backwards and nearly fell off the bed. Spy curled into his side, still incapable of doing anything but moan softly. His skin was sticky with sweat and semen. Various parts of him felt bruised and sore, not the least of which was his now-shredded shoulder. He didn't care. They'd clean up later, and he'd get Medic to patch him up without asking too many questions. Now was the time to bask in the feeling of after-sex, and enjoy the touch of the man he craved. His reverie was broken by a sudden banging at the door. “WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU MAGGOTS DOING IN THERE?!†shouted Soldier, his voice somewhat muffled. “I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE ADMINISTRATION OF BEATINGS IS MY JOB ALONE, AND IF YOU DO NOT CEASE AND DESIST IMMEDIATELY, I WILL REPORT YOU BOTH FOR BEING INSUBORDINATE!†Sniper sighed in irritation. “Fuck this,†he said, and climbed out of bed. Spy immediately missed is warmth, and opened his mouth to say something before simply staring in astonishment. Sniper picked up his hat and glasses, and jammed them both on his head. Then he pulled the still-whirring vibrator out of his ass, walked boldly up to the door with it in his hand, and wrenched it open. Spy saw Soldier standing outside with his shovel raised, frozen in place and mouth open in shock at the sight of one of his teammates naked, covered in various bodily fluids, and brandishing a vibrator. Sniper shook the buzzing toy under his nose for emphasis as he shouted at him. “Listen, you stupid fucking American, we are just a little bit busy screwing each other's brains out here – so if you don't piss off right this second, I am going to beat you with this thing so hard you'll be tasting rubber when you respawn!†He slammed the door in his face, and returned to bed. He turned off the vibrator and dropped it on the floor. Spy snuggled up to him again, and pushed the brim of his hat to one side so that he could nuzzle his ear. “You know I love it when you talk dirty, bushman.†“Yeah, yeah...†Sniper wrapped one arm around him, and tucked the other behind his head. “So... same time tomorrow then?†Spy couldn't help giggling.