A/N:
I originally posted it on AO3, but decided to put it here too.
You already know what you're about to get your lovely self into. Whenever I refer to the Scouts as Vincent (RED) and Sebastian (BLU) in the story, it's primarily because it's really hard to differentiate between the two without obnoxious repetition.
So, I hope you like it.
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
(Song: Dangerous Animals - Arctic Monkeys)
And you press it to my chest and you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you do promote me
I'm pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-L
Makes my head pirouette
More than I would be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
The light it fidgets through
The thoughts'll soon revert to you
About as bashful as a tribal dance
The first and final chance
And cause the audience
The frighteners and fiends
Divided up into two teams
He ran. Oh God, he ran like a fucking jackrabbit. That Scout was after him. He didn't even care that he was running into the BLU tunnels. But he always heard some weird things about the BLUs. Like how they took captive REDs, and when those guys returned back to the base, they weren't the same. The BLU Scout had his scattergun in hand, but whenever all he did was smile and not shoot, Vincent froze. What the hell was he supposed to do? All he had on him was his bat, and he had no fucking intentions of getting that close to that freak any time soon. So he did what he knew best. He ran.
Vincent could feel his heart trying to claw its way out of his throat as his feet met the wet concrete of the tunnels. Fuckfuckfuckfuck he reallywanted to turn around to see how close that idiot was, but he couldn't risk tripping. Well, no use anyway. Because next he knew, Sebastian had caught up to him, shoving them both forward to the hard, unforgiving ground, his bat clattering a few feet away. It knocked the wind out of the poor kid, but once he regained his breath, he was screaming. Vincent twisted around underneath the weight of the body above him, trying to shove Sebastian off. It was no damn use. He felt those shouts of profanities shoved right back down his throat as warm lips met his.
Oh hell no he wasn't. Who the fuck did Sebastian think Vince was? Some kinda fairy? Vincent tried to wriggle out of the hold on his wrists as he kicked about for God knows how long. Once the contact between their mouths was broken, he stopped fighting. His cheeks were flushed from all the refusal as he looked up at his counterpart. A wicked grin was plastered on Sebastian's face. Was... Was he misinterpreting that?
"No, no, no. Man, what the hell d'you think ya doin'?" The RED's voice echoed far down the tunnel, sounding a lot less manly than he had hoped it would. Maybe if he spoke loud enough, someone could hear him...
"S..Seriously, this ain't funny anymore." Vincent had never felt so susceptible. But hey, this freak was looking down at him as if he were ready to fucking eat him. Scout finally had to admit that he wasn't the most badass guy in the room (even if it wasn't aloud). Especially since he didn't have a weapon. That's when he realized that Sebastian had set aside his scattergun and- hey, where the hell did he get that twine? It looked like the stuff that Engineer always had on his utility belt. Well fuck him sideways; his hands were being tied up behind his back.
Vincent groaned as the rough material dug into his skin, resulting in a scowl to his opposite. That drew an amused laugh from him.
"Wouldn't bother fightin' that, princess. You ain't goin' anywhere." Sebastian's words were muttered. The first actual thing he had heard from him and oh that felt good. Seb's hand found its way into the RED's trousers. Since when was the last time Vincent had felt someone else's.. anything on him? At least two years; though that fact didn't help his case much. A stifled moan only made it better for the BLU. Squeezing and tugging on already flushed skin. Yeah, Vincent definitely felt weak now.
"Don't.." He breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. But of course, that only resulted in a more frenzied reaction from Sebastian. He placed ungraceful kisses down the RED Scout's neck as he stopped his movements. Vincent couldn't help but to whimper at the loss of contact. But just as he opened his eyes, he felt that wet heat envelope his cock. The warmth of Sebastian's mouth sent the Scout's mind into a haze. He drew a shaky breath, his body quivering. If Seb kept that thing up with his tongue..
"Oh God, please don't stop." Vincent was almost frightened at the amount of abandon he was set into. Man, if he could break out of his binds. He'd have his fingers tangled in that mess of brown hair, pushing him down, sliding into Sebastian's throat... Even the visualizations forced a broken moan echoing down the tunnels. He wasn't gonna last long, oh, no he wasn't. Just as he gave the telltale whimper that he was getting close, there was a loss of all contact.
The fuck?