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Gunshots and explosions scattered the battlefield, sounding in every direction. Currently, RED team was losing. Hard. The team gathered together, discussing a new plan of action before they lost every point. Suddenly, the RED Spy spoke up amongst the bickering voices,
“Where is our Scout?” They looked around, noticing the loud mouthed man was indeed currently missing. Maybe he had jumped ahead of them, and was already running into a hail of rockets and bullets?
Nimble feet sped across the ground, glancing around rapidly as he made his way behind the enemy team. BLU was always terrible at covering their flanks. However, the RED Scout wasn’t counting on winning. Not the match, anyway. There always came a certain point where he accepted defeat.
Instead, he was quickly approaching the BLU Sniper’s nest. Hoping to catch him off guard and win his own little game he was playing. The little game him and the Sniper often played. More and more, Scout would disappear from his team. He only went one place.
Quietly, he entered the room. Spotting the familiar crates the Sniper often sat on, leaning his gun on the windowsill of the slotted building. A few empty mugs scattered the room, a coffee pot sitting in the corner. It was always a mess. Scout held his scattergun firmly, stepping further into the room. Head turning left—right. Eyebrows furrowing. Where the hell was he?
“Ya really oughta look behind ya more, mate.” Before Scout could spin to face the Aussie, there was a cold, thin blade pressed close to his neck. The warm heat of the BLU Sniper lingering behind his back.
“Crap…” A low chuckle from the taller man behind him.
“What’s that, now? 4 t’ 0? ‘M startin’ t’think ya just like me dominatin’ ya.”
“Freakin’…shut up, Snipes…” there was a hum in the Sniper’s chest, a free, gloved hand coming up to spin Scout around. His Kukri didn’t leave his neck, however. Gently running his thumb over the shorter man’s lip before Scout parted them, allowing the Sniper to push his thumb into his mouth.
“Nah, ya always did submit so bloody well.” The shades shielded Sniper’s expression from being too discernible, only the subtle smirk flickering across his face. His thumb pressed down on the other’s tongue, index finger curled under his chin.
Slowly, the tip of the blade was dragged down Scout’s chest, just barely enough pressure to lightly scratch him past his shirt. Sniper only kept his thumb in the man’s mouth long enough for him to start drooling—at which point he promptly removed it.
“Think ya deserve some attention, don’t’cha?” A clumsy nod from the Scout. Sniper couldn’t stop a grin from tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Show me how much ya deserve it.”
Placing a hand on the back of Scout’s head, and watching with satisfaction as he lowered himself to his knees in front of the gunman. His hand rested on the crook of his neck, fingertips brushing against the short hair at his nape.
Scout’s black cap covered his face from the angle Sniper was viewing him at—but only for the moment. The man raised his hands eagerly, fumbling with Sniper’s belt a moment before finally undoing it, unzipping the fly.
Heat radiated from his groin, Scout being barraged by the musky scent of the gunman. A mixture of cigarettes, sweat, whiskey, and coffee. The runner simply adored it. It drove him up the wall.
It was enough to get him moving once again, pulling the edge of the boxers down, getting a glimpse of Sniper’s happy trail, which led down to a decently sized cock. Scout gingerly wrapped his hand around the base, the bandages around his knuckles and wrist adding a bit of friction.
The Sniper’s hips tensed, his hand moving up the back of Scout’s head a smidge. A breathy laugh escaped him as Scout tilted his head up, getting a look at Sniper’s body towering above him.
“Ain’t that a bloody precious sight.” Scout’s face burned up, eyes jumping back down to avoid eye contact as he leaned forward, licking up the Sniper’s length. The low hum that sounded from him prompted a shiver up Scout’s spine.
“Go on, love.” A bit of pressure was applied to his head. Scout’s chest tightened, feeling Sniper quickly remove his cap and ear piece, exposing his face to the taller man. The runner opened his mouth, placing it around Sniper’s cock.
Quickly, his tongue was rubbing against the tip, earning more hums and purrs from the enemy gunman. More pressure applied to the back of his head, feeling himself pressed down. His buck teeth brushed against the sensitive organ, and Sniper reactively thrusted into Scout’s throat, just as quickly pulling out as the shorter man sputtered and coughed.
His gloved hand gently petted the runner’s head, rubbing his thumb over his cheek. “‘S a’wright, roo…ya doin’ so well.” Scout’s stomach churned, feeling all too hot and confined under his clothes. Sniper was lowering the man’s head again, the runner’s eyes fluttering closed, mouth wide.
A quiet groan from the gunman as his cock entered the warmth again, hips twitching as he tried to hold back from thrusting so soon. Scout let his mouth close a bit more, his teeth lowering enough to graze along the Sniper’s cock, “bugger,” an exasperated noise from the taller man.
His hips started to rock into the Scout’s mouth, each graze driving him to thrust faster—go deeper. Until eventually, he was burying himself deep in Scout’s throat, holding his head down as bandaged hands squeezed his thighs tightly. Tears pricked Scout’s eyes, vibrating around the Sniper’s cock a bit with any noises he tried to make.
It was only when he felt the shorter man struggling to pull away that he finally released him, his hand cupping his jaw as Scout coughed and panted, tears having travelled down his cheeks a slight bit.
“Mmm, think ya more than earned a bit of fun, eh?” Then, he was shifting to pull Scout up, sitting him on the crates that he usually sat on. The runner couldn’t help but squeeze his legs together a moment, feeling a pleasurable buzzing deep inside him.
“Snipes, can ya hurry it up? I’m freakin’ dyin’ ovah here…” The Sniper only laughed,
”Patience, darl. It’s winner’s choice.” Scout squirmed a bit, but only pouted quietly, as the gunman did have a fair point.
The bushman set the Kukri aside a moment as he turned his attention to Scout’s pants, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping them. Scout slightly lifted his butt off the crates for a moment just so Sniper could tug his pants down to his thighs.
A low rumble from the taller man as his hand squeezed the plump flesh of his thigh. Scout always did have beautiful legs, though it wasn’t a surprise with all the running he did. The way the black fabric of his underwear hugged the place where his legs met his pelvis.
Sniper was grabbing the Kukri again, pressing the tip against the other man’s belly, applying enough pressure to give him a safe cut as he dragged the blade. Scout shivered, letting out a sharp breath. Sniper’s gloved hand grabbed the waistband of his underwear then, bunching it up in his fist as he lowered the Kukri.
”No sense in keepin’ this old thing on,” the sound of tearing fabric as the Kukri helped rip off the underwear. Scout sat as still as was possible for the runner, the cold steel of the blade gliding against his skin, and soon his privates would be exposed to the cool air.
The gunman held the remains of Scout’s torn underwear in his fist, though he wasn’t quite done yet. “Ya already started t’drench ya undies, love.” Scout glared at Sniper quickly as an amused noise rumbled in his chest.
“Careful with the looks, roo. Y’know I always do right by ya. You’re hornier than a bloody rabbit, gotta make it last.” Scout crossed his arms, shoulders sinking a bit as he squeezed his legs uncomfortably together once again.
It was always during these little get togethers that Scout had the least to say. Of course Sniper had taken note of this a long time ago.
Suddenly, he was twisting the tattered underwear up, pulling it taught and reaching up to wrap it around Scout’s eyes.
”Uh, what’re ya doin’?”
“You’ll see. Or, guess ya won’t, actually.” He tied it behind the Scout’s head, effectively creating a blindfold.
Scout could only listen to, and feel, the Sniper now, unable to see what he would be doing next. “How is it?”
“It’s eh…dark.”
”Good.” Scout sat rigidly, his skin tingling when Sniper’s hands suddenly placed themselves on his thighs, parting his legs. The place between Scout’s legs was absolutely tingling with anticipation.
Bitting his lip harshly when he felt the gunman’s finger slide between the lips, a quiet breath huffing out. The Sniper only kept his finger there, just gently brushing between the Scout’s legs. “Won’t even need any lube. Ya already nice an slicked up for me. Such a good boy.”
A whimper escaped the shorter man at hearing the bit of praise, “Please, Snipes, I can’t take it—,”
“Ohhh, ya can. I know ya can.” He cooed quickly in response. Pulling his fingers away and leaving the runner twitching for more contact.
Pausing as his other hand stroked himself, taking in the sight of the RED Scout. Leg’s spread, dripping wet, and begging. All just for him.
Scout shivered out a light moan when Sniper’s finger suddenly returned to his entrance, once again sliding between the lips before he pushed in. Scout quickly tried to squeeze his legs together around the gunman’s hand.
Sniper’s other hand grabbed his knee and forced his legs back open, “Keep ‘em open, roo.” His thighs tensed as he fought against the urge to close them again. Sniper pressed his finger deeper, getting up to his knuckle. Gently pulling back about halfway, before pressing back in again.
Scout shivered and squirmed all the while, and it wasn’t long before he was adding a second finger. He was letting Scout rock his hips on his hand, rhythmically pulling in an out.
“Bloody gorgeous, ya are…” his voice was a low purr. The Sniper’s voice had always caused Scout to feel all fuzzy inside. The way he whispered, especially. Always coming out of respawn with too many emotions to account for.
“Crap—Snipes…” his hips stuttered as Sniper added a third finger, stretching him. Even if they wouldn’t need lube, the gunman still had to thoroughly prep him. The man hummed, letting Scout freely bounce himself on his fingers.
It would only be a few more moment of this before Scout felt that familiar knot in his stomach, his insides uncontrollably tightening around the fingers. Sniper leaned over him, close enough for the shorter man to reach forward and grasp onto his sides. “Fuck, fuck—Snipes, ‘m gonna—,”
“Go ahead, love…” then, the runner descended into a babbling mess of gasping moans and ‘snipes’, the gunman quickly thrusting his fingers to aid him. His cock throbbed at the final drawn out moan from Scout as he came, hips slowing to a twitchy stop as Sniper’s fingers were still buried deep in him.
The gunman could still feel the walls of the man’s insides clamping around him before relaxing. Heavy breaths from the short man as he clung to Sniper, head feeling dizzy, his entire body warm with a little bit of sweat. “Good boy, roo. But ya know we aren’t done yet.”
The Sniper pulled his fingers from the other, marveling and just how soaked he had gotten, watching it string together between his index and his middle finger. Soon just wiping it off on his vest without much thought. His hand reached for the Kukri again.
Laying the side of the blade against the skin of the shorter man’s stomach, enjoying the way his breath hitched. A light hand was placed on his inner thigh, lightly thumbing the damp skin. He traced the edge of the blade down to the runner’s opposite thigh, holding the blade there before pressing down, creating another slice in his skin.
Scout bit his lip, a rigid, quiet breath being sucked in. Droplets of blood sprung from the opening. Sniper would not truly harm Scout during these moments. They were on opposing teams, but to hurt him severely would be to betray his trust in him.
On the battlefield, it was different. Here, it was strictly for excitement and arousal. Part of Sniper loathed the fact that he had to ever truly hurt the bloke, though they had to operate normally around the team, so as to not attract attention to their relationship.
The gunman’s thumb lightly pressed against the cut, smearing the blood that had seeped out. The red color matched his shirt, as well as matched the way his face had turned a bright red from all the attention he was getting from the taller man.
“I want ya t’tell me what ya want, roo.” His voice suddenly broke the tension in the air. Snapping Scout from his quietly dazed trance,
“I—I want ya ta fuck me, please, Snipes…” The gunman hummed, unconvinced.
“I’m freakin’ losin’ ‘m mind, I need ya so bad—, been dreamin’ about this for days, Snipes!” Sniper grinned,
“Have ya now?” A quick nod from the blindfolded man. “Guess I’ll have t’make ya dreams come true, then.”
He set the knife aside, positioning himself between the runner’s legs, his cock beginning to get a bit sore from having watched for so long. His body leaned over the other, pressing Scout’s back into the crate as the shorter man’s arms quickly wrapped themselves under his shoulders.
Feeling his thighs hugging him as he used a hand to guide his cock in, letting out a prolonged and heavy breath when he slowly began to push in.
The runner was still highly sensitive from having a orgasm just a minute ago, the Sniper entering him causing him to whine and grip onto his vest. “Bloody adore those pretty noises ya make for me, darlin’.”
A choked gasp from the shorter man as Sniper had pushed himself all the way in—his hips flush against the Scout.
“Oh my god, shit,”
Sniper had wanted to draw it out a bit more, but as he was snuggly pressed into Scout’s warm cavity, he couldn’t help himself. The gunman held himself up with his elbow, eyes shutting as he pulled his hips back and then thrusted forward again.
Scout had quickly tightened around the Sniper again, hugging his cock as he bucked his hips. The shorter man made a pained whimper, head tilting back as more sounds spilled from him.
Even with all the squirming and cries below him, the Sniper did not slow his movements, only humming out his own low groans.
In truth, all Scout had to do was say ‘stop’ once, and the gunman would comply.
His head had become a fuzzy and unintelligible mess, vision blurry with tears as the bushman filled his insides to the brim. “Ooh, Snipes, god—please, just, break me,”
Sniper lowered his body, resting his head in the crook of Scout’s neck as he held the shorter man close. Placing a few hungry kisses along his neck.
Somewhere in between, Scout had orgasmed once again, a wailing yelp erupting from him as his body twitched and tensed. The Sniper did not stop, feeling some of the wet tears from the runner face.
The way the shorter man squeezed him only made him buck his hips in more of a frenzy. Scout had practically gone limp, aside from some twitches. Chest heaving with gasps.
Soon enough, the gunman was reaching his own climax, his stubble scratching against the skin of Scout’s neck. “‘M gonna come—love. Ya want me t’cum inside ya?”
A meek and breathy, “yeah,” beside Sniper’s ear,
“Mmm, can I get a, ‘please’?”
Scout’s stomach did flips, “please, snipes.” Sniper laughed breathlessly,
”Good boy. Such a—pretty boy,” his hips gave a rough thrust before pausing, releasing deep inside, a few more rigid thrusts followed after. Shortly after, his hips slowing down significantly as he let out huffs and groans. “Lucky I got ya all t’myself. You’re my lil bunny—aren’t ya?”
Scout was coming a third time, the mixture of praise and warmth filling him overloaded his brain to its maximum capacity. “Yeah, ‘m your bunny.” A blissful smile crossed his face, one that made Sniper grin in return.
Sniper had stopped his movements then, carefully pulling himself from the shorter man, which elicited a low exhale from the other. He removed the blindfold then, met with Scout’s teary blue eyes, their hues seeming even more vibrant than usual.
The bushman leaned back up, pausing before he used the tattered underwear to wipe himself, then Scout. Gently pressing it between the runner’s legs as he shivered at even the slightest touch. “‘S a’wright. We’re all done now.”
The quiet rumble of his voice was always a great comfort to the shorter man.
Once Scout was cleaned up as much as possible, Sniper helped pull his pants back up, because as it was, Scout was not moving an inch himself. “Guess you’ll have t’go solo till ya get back t’base.”
The runner laid against the crate with his arms extended from his sides, only giving an exhausted sigh as a response. One pair of underwear was a small price to pay for whatever the hell just happened to him.
Sniper looked at him with an amused expression, feeling a bit worn out himself. He always worked extra hard to make sure the little mongrel was thoroughly satisfied at the end. After all, he was a professional.
He moved to rest beside Scout, gently moving his head to lay on his chest, an arm wrapped around him firmly while his hand petted the short, light brown hair that he loved so much. Scout rested his hand over the man’s torso. Listening to the distant ‘you lose’ announcement from the Administrator over the intercom.
Though if he was being honest, he didn’t feel like he lost anything.