1 . Name: Scrunchy @ 2012-08-12 01:17

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Thank you very much for your praise. I can't beta these very well for myself, so quite a bit probably slips through.

I have to admit that I'm a bit of a cheater on Engie's accent. Being Texan myself, I know how those with accents talk (and how I sound when I meet new people or feel nervous).

I'm glad that you're enjoying these quick little snippets!

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This one turned out way longer and more fucking complicated than it needed to be.

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Sniper/Engineer with bottom Sniper
Ace of Spades—Tie up games:
Some soft leather or satin robe belts are perfect for a bit of gentle restraint. With your lover’s hands secured behind him or her, you are free to tease and tickle and touch at a slow tantalizing pace that will drive your partner wild. The fact that they are prevented from speeding up the action makes it all the more exciting to them. You can start standing, and when you move to the bed, be sure pillows and cushions are available to protect the secured limbs. (Yeah, I’ll give you soft leather and satin and fucking pillows.)
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It happened fast.

It happened so fast that Sniper didn’t know up from down until he felt a knee in his back and the pull in his shoulders when he naturally tried to push his elbows against the ground to fight against the push.

The rope binding his wrists and one of his ankles bit into his skin and he flopped around for a few seconds. His leg was trying to come down from where it was tied and his shoulders felt close to dislocation as he finally rolled onto his side and craned his head with a look of utmost helpless surprise.

“Been practicin’ that li’l beauty for a few days.” The heavy Texas drawl gave his assailant away in an instant.

“Truckie… this hurts.” Sniper grumbled, shifting and working his free leg so that he could spin around a bit. It would be easier to charm his way out of this if he could see the other man.

“Sorry, Sugar, didn’t know how tight you liked it.” Engineer told him. His boots scuffed the floor as he stepped around the Sniper, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Wot’re you talking about, Love?” Sniper asked, giving up with a huff and letting his craning head rest on the floor.

Engineer was silent for a moment, and Sniper felt a tenseness in the air. What was this about? Why was he in Engineer’s workshop, reverse hog-tied and about to lose feeling in his arms?

“I saw you with that Spy.”

Sniper’s mouth went dry, his face felt cold as the blood drained and he swallowed on reflex. What should he do?

He couldn’t deny it. Engineer wouldn’t believe rumors like that, and he wasn’t a lying man. He must have actually seen it. He had to have seen them…

“There’s no denying it… he’s got an ‘ace touch’…”

Oh, God, he heard that?

The bindings on Sniper’s wrists jerked and he felt himself being pulled across the floor by the stocky Texan.

“ ‘N’ he knows just where to hit inside you…”

Sniper closed his eyes against the pain and the shame. He still didn’t have anything to say to the other man.

“ ‘N’ it was just so good, wasn’t it?”

Engineer held his wrists in his Gunslinger hand. Sniper’s ankle left the binding and he grunted, working it carefully so that the muscle didn’t cramp. He was tempted to try and fight his wrists free, but he knew that Engineer was mad right now. He could hear it in that soft little voice he was using.

That tone and volume was like the spark before a wildfire.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to give it any fuel.

Something cool slithered around his wrists. It was a welcome replacement from the harsh rope, but Sniper was still wary as metal grazed his hand—a hook perhaps? What good could come of this?

Engineer finally showed himself, crouching before Sniper and pushing his goggles up on his forehead. His eyes looked tired, but they were still clear, intelligent, and above all—

“Truckie, why aren’t you mad?” It slipped out, he hadn’t meant to say it, but it just slipped out.

“What’re you talking about? I’m pissed.” Engineer’s mouth quirked in one of those smiles that made his eyes crinkle and Sniper furrowed his brow before craning his neck to see that there was a bloodstained tie binding his wrists. The same tie he’d been bound with when Spy had fucked his brains out.

“You were pissed.” Sniper corrected him, feeling a little hope flare to life as he turned his head back to look at the crouching Texan in front of him. “Now you’re just sad.” He shifted so that he was more comfortable and hooked one of his legs around Engineer’s waist to pull him closer. “C’mon, Love… give us a hug. Y’look like you’re Travis about to shoot Ol’ Yeller.”

Engineer took a deep breath and shook his head. “Naw, I’m not that pitiful.” His hands busied themselves with Sniper’s shirt, and the bushman glanced down at the clicking metal and silent flesh working together as if they were meant to coincide on the same body.

“Engie, wot’re you—“ He was cut off with a pair of warm, chapped lips.

“I’m takin’ back what’s mine.” He murmured, stopping the kiss only when he felt Sniper go lax against him. “That alright?”

“You’re...” Sniper’s head was still spinning over the fact that Engineer wasn’t about to kill him for what he’d done. He didn’t want an explanation or apology. He didn’t want hugs and kisses and promises of faith.

This was the cost of his infidelity. One night of not-so-secret passion was equal to the death of a friend and teammate.

“If you wanted to be fucked, you just had to say so, darlin’.” Engineer’s hands danced across Sniper’s chest and stomach, taking their own pace and their own gentleness. Sniper tried to arch into the touches, but it only caused Engineer to withdraw his hands and grip his hips.

“Take me back, Engie.” Sniper said gruffly, locking his eyes with Engineer’s and trying to convey all the things that they knew he couldn’t say. “You’re welcome to it.”

Engineer’s Gunslinger slipped over to deftly undo Sniper’s belt, moving in ways that no human hand could have and getting the job done all the quicker. His warm hand slid up Sniper’s side while his Gunslinger worked at the front of those jeans.

Sniper’s wrists twisted and his hands clenched and unclenched as he fought his bonds. He wanted to make that tool belt drop away, hear it’s weight hit the concrete floor before he started on Engineer’s overalls. Engineer wasn’t moving fast enough—he wanted to feel the other man’s skin against his, taste his lips and feel his cock. Engineer had never taken him before...

He knew it was going to be thrilling.

By the time his cock hit the cool air of the room, Sniper was already half-hard with a strange mix of anticipation and gratitude. It further perked when Engineer started stripping off his own articles of clothing. The belt hit the floor with the most satisfying thud that Sniper had ever heard. The clips on the overalls were next. Their click made the bound assassin shiver as he lay exposed and watching with heated gaze.

Engineer was taking his sweet, sweet time.

Sniper was frustrated beyond belief.

“Truckie, please…” he hissed, his eyes begging the other man to get on with it.

Engineer chuckled low in his throat as he continued with his slow, elicit taunting. “Please?” He asked, slowly undoing his shirt with his Gunslinger hand.

Sniper’s gaze followed the moving gears as they undid the first button smoothly and then twitched along to ease the second through. He twisted and kicked his legs, trying to reach the other man with the tips of his boots. His ass scraped against the floor, but he ignored it. “Truckie, you’re killing me, get over here and fuck me already!” Sniper snapped, irritation beginning to creep into his voice.

“Did you ask him for it?” Engineer asked, still going at his own pace.

“No. Never. He wouldn’t let me—“ Sniper bit his tongue, realizing that he had let details slip.

“Tell me, darlin’… he wouldn’t let you fuck him, so you settled for it the other way around?” He undid a few buttons quickly while he spoke, but started going slower when Sniper shook his head. Then he started doing them back up.

“No, Truckie, no, I didn’t settle for it!” Sniper hissed, his face a pitiful picture as he saw what he wanted slipping away, and all because Engineer thought he was lying when he was telling the Godforsaken truth! “I told him no deal, and he caught my wrists and tied ‘em up…” Sniper’s eyes hungrily watched Engineer begin to undo his shirt again.

“Keep goin’.” Engineer prompted, undoing a button for every second Sniper kept speaking.

“Then, he started kissing me…” Engineer’s hand stopped with Sniper’s words, and the assassin swallowed before continuing. “He tasted like cigarettes and wine…” A few more buttons, then a pause again. “He pulled my pants off and started touching me, not on the prick, mind, but my legs and thighs… my ass and balls. He touched everything but what I wanted.” Engineer continued undressing himself, seeming satisfied that the truth was being told.

“Then he started… kissing my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and nuzzling my balls. I thought I was going to go insane if I didn’t get touched.” Sniper cleared his throat, his cock throbbing painfully at the memory. “God, I’m so hard… Truckie, lend us a hand, yeah?”

“Nope. Go on.”

“Engie…” Sniper’s voice wasn’t quite as pathetic as a whine, but it was damned close.

“Go on, unless you want these boxers to stay on.”

Sniper took a deep breath and closed his eyes, groaning as he leaned back and sighed. “He started licking my arse’ole, at first he was just flicking at it, but then he started pushing deeper and oh, hell, Truckie, it felt weird, but it was so damn good.” Sniper flicked his hips upward into the open air. “I wanted it after that… asked, begged, pleaded…” He turned his head away and pressed his face against his clothed bicep. “Truckie… I want to feel that again. What you feel when I’m inside you. I want that so bad it hurts.”

Warm skin brushed against Sniper’s legs, and he felt a metal hand grip one of his ankles, a warm hand grabbing the other roughly. He gasped when Engineer’s mouth enveloped his cock briefly. The stocky Texan’s tongue swirled once before he pulled back with a wet pop.

“Are you gonna go off and play with a Spy again when I’m not feelin’ as horny as you?” Engineer’s question was low and drawled out. Sniper knew that Engineer was doing that on purpose. He knew that it drove the Aussie up the wall.

“Only if a Spy’s my hand, mate. I swear…” Sniper gasped at the feel of Engineer’s tongue trailing itself along his cock down his balls and between his cheeks to probe the spot that he’d been begging for attention for the past few minutes. “Aw, Truckie, love… ‘at’s flaming aces, Eng.” He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling, grunting when a finger took the place of the tongue and twisting and making unmanly noises when it burrowed itself deeper.

“Bloody… fucking… brilliant…” He loved the stretch, loved the carefulness that the Engineer showed him.

He wasn’t expecting Engineer’s cock so soon, but there was no way he would begin complaining now. A soft noise of discomfort was the only thing he let loose as his ass stretched to accommodate the new girth working its way into him in short little thrusts.

His hips couldn’t move to hasten the speed or put a greater force into the thrusts. He couldn’t get the leverage for such feats. Subjected only to Engineer’s merciful pounding, Sniper urged him on with gasps and groans according to what he wanted—“faster… harder… more…”—as well as praise when he did just as he needed—“Tuckie , God fucking save the Queen, you’re a beaut…”

When he finally came, it left him breathless and achingly satisfied. His body felt as if it had been pushed to the limits of strength and flexibility. His shoulders and hands were numb, and his back crackled when Engineer pulled away and let him stretch his legs out.

“I ain’t gonna be that nice the second time.” The Texan warned, kissing Sniper’s lips and licking away the sweat that had collected above his top lip. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“ ‘m yours, love.” Sniper told Engineer, watching him flick out his pocket knife and cut the tie. He wrapped his arms around Engineer’s waist before rubbing feeling back into his wrists as he pressed his cheek to Engineer’s stomach.

“Always have been.”