Here, have part one of my very first '______ and you' fics. Nothing to do with main fic, just... Sniper and you. Wrong Turn You didn’t mean to take that right turn, fleeing up the stairs from the enemy Scout, but you panicked, adrenaline coursed through your veins causing your wounds to bleed faster, you needed to hide and anywhere would do. You could hear the cocky taunts becoming louder, desperation making your eyes water and heart jump to your throat. You rammed the nearest door down, an almost silent gasp escaping from your mouth as your team’s Sniper cursed at you before getting his machete out and throwing it at the Bostonian taking aim behind you. The dangerous glint in the American’s eyes dulling after the sharp blade pierced his body to the wall. “Bloody hell...†The Australian spat out the window before retrieving his knife. “Now why the bloomin’ fuck did ya lead him up here? Ya see what you’ve done? Ya led him right to me, now I hafta find another nest ‘cause he’ll be tellin’ his lil friends over in BLU base all about his lil find over here... ya understand?†You trembled; maybe it was due to the blood loss, maybe to the terrifying bushman in front of you speaking in an accent so rough you were certain it wasn’t English that he was yelling at you. “What the hell is wrong with ya?†he tipped his hat upwards, scowl diminishing at seeing your bloodied mess still standing near his doorway. “...and what the hell happened?†Before you could muster the strength to respond you found yourself falling as the world around you turned to black. -- If the pain wasn’t enough to stir you, it was certainly the noise. Coming about guaranteed no comfort upon seeing you were still in the Sniper’s now deemed redundant nest. The battle was still going? Barely, the sun was setting and it was starting to become cold. “...I see you’re up.†You almost didn’t know he was there; silently hunched over his rifle as he used a crate underneath to steady himself. He looked rather comfortable in his fold out chair with, was that a stubbie holder with a jar in it? A light chuckle broke your concentration, bringing your gaze to meet his. “You know what; don’t even think the lil mongrel knew what hit ‘im. No one, not even he’s been back since your lil rough up.†You felt over your wounds, seeing the worse of them already bandaged did make you feel slightly awkward. “I hope you don’t mind, you... you were pretty messed up. Oh, and ya know, sorry.†“Sorry?†You were grateful for the support the wall gave you in helping your sorry self up. The call for ceasefire was made, electing a grateful sigh from you. God knows how long you’d be in the infirmary but it was always better than respawn. “Oh no, no, no.†Sniper laid down his rifle, drawing the blinds as a force of habit. “Don’t think you’re quite ready for that just yet.†Arm wrapped behind your back he helped you back down on his makeshift bed on the floor, making himself quite comfortable beside you. “I didn’t mean to yell at ya like that. Not really professional of me, especially to a teammate.†The authenticity did set you back, hell even him talking this much did. You only ever heard the little ‘thank you’s at dinner and the occasional taunt or curse while he played cards with Heavy and Demoman. Not that you paid much attention to him, definitely and especially not the little things. Like how he hid his bed hair with that hat of his, or that he only liked eggs when they were sunny side up, no, definitely not. He offered a jar of water, praying that he washed these things and not wanting to seem ungrateful you took a large mouthful. “Mmph!†your eyes bulged at the unexpected taste. “Whoa, didn’t know ya liked vodka that much.†After taking a sip himself he couldn’t help but laugh at your spluttered coughs. “You could have told me!†You kicked his leg, wishing you hadn’t at the pain of your own. “Here lemme have a look.†His long fingers brushed your calf pant leg up, carefully picking the bandage he placed earlier. “You’ll live, though that Scout sure seems to like ya. Not the first time he’s been this persistent though I guess.†You didn’t find it too odd how he was lightly tracing around your injury, it was almost soothing. Trips to Medic involved an embarrassing lot more. “Yeah well he doesn’t like to lose, and unfortunately for him, I don’t either.†The Aussie couldn’t help but match your smile, even taking his aviators off. His eyes were a light hazel, a dark rim accompanied them. His gaze seemed to see right through you. The upcoming warmth in your cheeks made you look away. “Well now, although you were doing just fine and all, I hope ya didn’t mind me buttin’ in.†Normally sarcasm and taunts pissed you off; normally they weren’t said in such a nice manner. “Well I guess we should get back.†“Oh uh..†“Hmm?†“Well, I dunno. Kinda the first time I’ve had to talk to you by ya’self.†Scratching the back of his neck appearing somewhat uncertain the marksman nudged you with his elbow. “Just one on one. Feel more comfortable talking to ya is all.†You couldn’t say that this isn’t what you wanted, you would have given any excuse to be alone with him but under better circumstances would have been more sensible. “Yeah it is kind of nice, don’t really talk as much as we should. Did... did you finish that scarf that Pyro was helping you with?†It was a real effort to stop fidgeting with your finger nails as Sniper looked surprise that you would even know about that. “Ah, yeah, was a mongrel to finish, kept droppin’ stitches and havin’ to go back.†He cleared his throat along which followed with a nervous laugh. “You better have not told anyone else about this lil fad. Just ain’t much to do out here is all.†The few silent minutes that passed were comfortable, it wasn’t until he took your hand in his that startled you. You turned your head and suddenly found his soft lips suddenly on yours, protesting hums at the suddenness of it Sniper pulled away just as fast. “Aw shit. Shit. I thought that maybe you... ‘cause I kinda, ya know.†His face turned slowly into one of dread. “I’m sorry, here I’ll help you up.†You had no idea what to say to halt his attempt at getting up, so you decided upon pressing your lips as hard as you could muster against his. A short silence, a short blank stare was all that passed before your panicked frenzy to get each other out of uniform. You helped with taking off his shirt as soon as he took of his vest, not wanting to waste any time. His body was slim yet muscular, you couldn’t help running your hand down his torso, fingers brushing through his chest hair. He tried to be careful as he pulled down your pants, injuries making you near grunt whilst so. The slight discomfort was worth the reward of Sniper planting light kisses down and around your legs, hands running down your outer thighs. You still couldn’t help but feel nervous as those strong hands slid off your underwear ever so delicately, leaving you very open to the man between your legs. As he knelt back to admire the view before him you were glad to see you weren’t the only one aroused. Cupping and stroking him through his pants only made your breathing harder, you couldn’t lie, you wanted him. It had been too long out here, too many nights alone with only your hand and imagination, whimpering his name in faint moans. “Nuh, uh, uhh....†The marksman picked up your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Not until ya fit for duty.†A quick wink was all you saw as he laid you back down, bending over he teased your stomach and hip bones with soft licks and nips, drawing a soft trail of saliva down. He looked up just enough to see your blushing face before kissing down your groin. “No, you don’t have to, it’s- Oh God!†His mouth was hot and wasted no time as his tongue worked its magic on your burning arousal. You tried not to cry out but he didn’t give you much of an option. Gripping under your thighs he lifted your legs over his shoulders, your arse not even touching the ground as he took you deeper. It all happened too fast, wrapping a lanky arm across your stomach to better grip as he ravaged you. You couldn’t even feel the increasing coldness the evening brought; you were smouldering inside and out. Soft whines of ‘more’ if he slowed down were swiftly followed by moans of satisfaction. Your body twisting and toes curling with every stroke of his tongue and warm mouth, you couldn’t last much longer and he could tell. A pleasing drone came from the back of the bushman’s throat as you came, sucking your fluids as best he could before easing your weak body back to the ground. Your ragged breathing and pounding heart was all you could hear as Sniper laid back down beside you, his hand stroking your bare leg. “Now for that, I’m not sorry.†Heaving a contented sigh the Aussie scooped you up in his arms and kissed your cheek twice before placing one on your lips. You had no doubt that you looked silly with your afterglow smile and badly aimed kisses, but you couldn’t give a damn. This was too surreal to try and make sense of anything now. “Don’t think ya know how long I’ve been wantin’ to do that...†That damned blush in your face returned as he stroked your cheek. “Can’t help but watch ya throughout the day when I can. Find myself worryin’ about ya in battle, then realise I’m still thinkin’ about ya after as well... but enough of that, suppose now we really should be gettin’ back.†You playfully pushed him off you, both smirking as you gathered your clothes, Sniper even helping you with your pants. “Heh. Come ‘ere, limpy.†You both made your way to base, hoping your wounds looked bad enough as an excuse for being away so long. ------------------------------- Part two is almost done, just thought to upload first part now instead of a huge wad of text later, late thank you to Theminiarkana and Anonymous. Comments/critiques always welcomed.