>>2 I'm glad I managed it. >>3 and more you'll get! >>4 Ehehehe pet Sniper is the best. >>5 You're probably thinking of a different fic, the one floating around the Lost and Found but I'm glad you think this is on par with that one! >>6 Here she is! Oh, and if anyone's interested, I changed my tumblah URL to a-long-story-short and I'm also running a sideblog about a Scout family some of you may be interested in: http://tjfa.Hipstr.com/ Now on with the update! --- Sniper thrusted effortlessly into him, the slap of skin against skin long ago made Scout close his eyes and imagine he was somewhere else. Back home, away from all of this, away from Medic and his games. The man would look after him though; he only ever hurt him if he was naughty, surely he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him? He’d been a good boy too! The low grunts coming from Sniper got a little louder, came a little more often, enough to make Scout realise what was about to happen at least. At least its finally over, he thought when Sniper pulled him close by the shoulders, threw his head back and moaned. Scout whimpered at the warm flush inside of him. A bare hand rubbed the side of Scout’s face and he opened his eyes and looked up at Medic, who was suddenly a whole lot closer. “Sir…†he muttered as Medic traced his jawline with the hand. “Did you not enjoy yourself pet?†Scout hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head slightly. He didn’t want to offend Medic in any way. Medic made a noise and Sniper moved back, pulling out of Scout with a slight grunt. He sat back, away from Medic and Scout, looking almost sheepish while Medic’s hands roamed over Scout’s body. He caressed what seemed like random parts of Scout’s body; the back of his knees, his hands, the arch of his foot, but slowly Scout realised that the touches had begun to arouse him. He traced feather-light fingers over Scout’s inner thigh, just once, and that was enough to jack Scout’s heart rate into overtime. “Please…†he said, whimpering slightly when Medic moved back and sat on his chair, facing Scout with an odd glint in his eyes. “Touch yourself Scout.†He demanded, arching his fingers in front of his face. “And remembah, I am zhe only one who can make you like zhis."