I think this might actually be the most popular pairing in this fandom. Good fucking God.
Sniper grumbled as the enemy Spy cloaked, having only narrowly dodged the last shot fired. It barely mattered: There were only a few seconds left, and Sniper knew his team was far in the lead. He had just wanted to teach the Spook a lesson about revenge.
The Administrator's voice rang out through the field, announcing their win, and Sniper stepped away from his vantage point. He could always kill the Spy the next day, yes, but by then he suspected his rage would have subsided (for the most part). Shaking his head as though to throw the useless thoughts out of his mind, Sniper made a slow descent from his sniping roost.
Scout ran past him in the hallway, overexcited (as always) by their victory. Sniper ignored the young man's hooting and walked to Respawn with just a bit more urgency than he normally would have, though his blank face hid any concern he might have been feeling. He paused only to smile absently at Engineer, who commended him on the number of shots he'd gotten in with a wide grin.
By the time Sniper had reached Respawn, he knew it had been too long, and sighed. No one would stick around in the room for this long after a match. He pushed the door open to be sure; there was no one. With a quiet curse, he switched his direction entirely, heading for the outside of the base. It was the only place he could really think to go, and he was half sure he would be wrong.
Sniper felt his hope rising as he grew closer to his van, perpetually parked outside the back of the base. He suspected that some of the marks in the dirt were, in fact, light footprints—fresh ones. When his door opened easily, he knew his suspicions had been correct; he distinctly remembered locking it the last time he had left.
"You go through an awful lot of trouble to stay hidden," he told Spy, smiling wryly. "Bit annoying when you're trying to take care of someone and they won't even let you see them."
Spy snorted. "Perhaps I just like to keep you on your toes." He flexed his fingers, peeled off his gloves, then flexed them again. "The damn thing always makes them stiff..."
Sniper laid his rifle on the small bed of his van (which still managed to take up a remarkable amount of space) and sat beside Spy, back pressed to the wall of his van, leg and shoulder pressed against Spy's. "It doesn't help that it's damn cold." He grabbed Spy's hands between his, marveling for the hundredth time at how small they were compared to his. He leaned in to breathe hot air on them. "Like ice, when you set 'em against mine."
Spy merely shrugged, apparently content to allow Sniper to lavish him with attention. "They will warm up eventually."
"Feeling optimistic today, are we?"
"I think it is another side-effect of the Respawn system," Spy said dismissively. "I get this buzz... It has contributed to most of the stupid mistakes I have made. Like today's." He shook his head in self-disgust. "I walked directly into his trap, and never suspected a thing."
"Just get him tomorrow, I suppose," Sniper said, pulling Spy's hands up to kiss his knuckles. "I'll shoot him for you. Missed him today, but I'll get him tomorrow. Just need to rest my vision."
"You realize that fighting on my behalf is completely unnecessary, yes?" Spy laughed. "It will probably get you stabbed in the back anyway." He paused. "Although, you bring it upon yourself so often, one must wonder if you enjoy—"
"Respawn's addled your mind, Spy, you should get some rest before you spout any more nonsense."
"If you enjoy being stabbed, I am always willing—"
"I think Respawn missed a head injury—"
"I have my knife in my pocket right now—"
Sniper just leaned in to kiss Spy, and felt very gratified when the man shut up and kissed him back.
