Ayy, first tf2 fic, who knew. Anyways, this is my first time writing sniperspy so excuse me for getting some things wrong idk. Anyways, some constructive criticism is appreciated, thanks!
Disclaimer: Team Fortress 2 and its characters belong to Valve Corporation. Cover image by kimicake-chan on deviantart.
Sniper woke up sleepily that day. Well, that's how he woke up every other day. Not that it mattered; it could easily be fixed with his daily dose of decaffeinated coffee. He sat up, not to get out of bed, but to observe the sleeping figure next to him.
Now, to anyone else, the figure could have been anyone. But to the marksman, it could only be one person. With his jet black hair with small signs of greying to which he had yet to know if it was from age or stress from his line of work. Although, the Australian had a small feeling it was from a little of both. The other man's eyes were closed, not too tightly, but Sniper knew their color more than anyone. They were a light blue with a bit of grey that was mixed in just right. His expression was different as well. On the battlefield, he usually wore a frown that signaled that he was focused and that he meant business. Now, he looked more relaxed. And his hands…Oh, his hands were so small compared to his. It was especially obvious whenever they held hands and his just seemed to fit perfectly in Sniper's. They weren't necessarily feminine, but they were small enough to do delicate work. Work like stabbing someone without leaving a trace, save for the victim's corpse.
Yes, only Sniper knew what Spy looked like without his balaclava on. At one point in their relationship, Spy had given him enough trust to remove the balaclava in his presence. And that was a lot of trust, Sniper thought.
While he was lost in his thoughts, Spy had already stirred, having a calm and relaxed smile as he looked up at the other. "Hm…admiring me again, bushman?" He mused with a small chuckle. Though, he himself could admire Sniper from his current position. In his opinion, Sniper looked remarkable. He was built just right, and Spy had to admit he was attractive. Even more so with the small marks and bites that littered his neck and chest. Marks caused by him, of course. The two didn't necessarily mind getting a little rough in the bedroom since they could easily cover the remains up with no problem. Of course, they still had to be careful. What with Sniper in RED and Spy in BLU, their relationship was…off-limits. Should someone find out, eventually, the news would make its way to the Administrator and there were two possible outcomes. Best case scenario, they'd have a major pay reduction and it would never be spoken of again. Worst case scenario would be that they'd lose their jobs.
Spy pushed the thought aside and sat up to turn around and reach for his balaclava, at the same time giving Sniper a clear view of his back. He could see that it was lined with a few scratch marks. Which were, admittedly, caused by him. If it had been their first time, the thought would have left Sniper flushing. Of course, it wasn't, and he had grown used to seeing them.
Once Spy had turned back, mask in hand, Sniper reached over to take the balaclava from him, nearly forgetting to answer Spy's question. "No, not really. I just happened to space out in your general direction, spook." He responds, rolling his eyes in a playful manner.
Spy raised an eyebrow, smirking with amusement. "Really? I didn't take you for one who spaces out, mon chouchou. Do you space out when you see me through your scope as well?" He teased, chuckling. He assumed Sniper would say something about professionalism, or something.
The marksman gave a small huff, running his hands through Spy's hair in an attempt to fix it before gently putting the balaclava on him, remembering to kiss his forehead before he did. He shook his head. "Of course not. Spacing out during work is highly unprofessional, and I have standards." He explained, meeting his eyes.
Spy laughed. Not the kind of laugh he gave when he stabbed an unsuspecting victim, or when he finished someone off with his revolver, but the relaxed kind of laugh. And as cheesy as it sounded, the laugh Sniper adored. The laugh that signaled all was right in the world. "Spacing out is unprofessional, but throwing jars of piss at people is?"
Sniper flushed at that. Sure, most—well, everybody—thought it was weird or disgusting, but Sniper wasn't one to complain. And besides, it got the job done, so he didn't bother in changing that. "Oh, shut it." He muttered, but there wasn't really any anger in his voice. He reached for Spy's gloves on the nightstand and held them in one hand, and taking one of the Frenchman's hands in his free one, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding a glove into it. "Well, come on now. Don't wanna be late for work." He murmured, sliding the other glove onto his other hand.
Once Spy understood what Sniper wanted to do, he smiled and nodded. As much as he wanted to stay here and, as corny as it sounded, stay wrapped around Sniper's embrace, he was right. Sure, they could do that on their free days, but on a work day, they had to keep their ties hidden. With both of them missing at the same time, it wouldn't be long until someone started getting ideas. Especially Scout. Spy reached over for Sniper's shirt, straightening it out before sliding it on him as he leaned over to kiss him. Not in passion or in urgency, but the slow, sweet kiss that lovers shared on a date. Not how either of them would have described it, but it was close enough. Spy eventually pulled away and buttoned up Sniper's shirt, dusting it off when he was done. "There. Ready to run back 15 meters and shoot me."
Sniper rolled his eyes, picking up Spy's button up and put it on him, straightening it out and buttoning it up. He rolled up the sleeves neatly after. "Oh, come on. Don't talk about that now." He picked up Spy's tie, fumbling to get it on before Spy laughed and put it on himself. "Well, excuse me for not being fancy." Sniper had said.
Sniper then reached for Spy's vest, putting it on him while muttering something about him wearing too many layers of clothing. Really, it was a miracle the other man didn't collapse due to heat stroke. Especially during this time of year, too. Sniper reached for Spy's jacket last and put it on him, dusting it off. "There. Ready to sneak up behind people and stab them. Now get your pants on, spook."
"I was just about to tell you the same thing, bushman." Spy chuckled before moving to the edge of the bed, beside Sniper to put some pants on. He watched the Australian do the same before putting on his garter socks, discreetly avoiding eye contact. It wasn't necessarily because he wanted or needed to, but your socks falling down while you worked was a bit of a distraction. And while Sniper had seen them before, Spy couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
It was Sniper's turn to chuckle when he noticed, standing up to make himself some coffee. "Nothing to be ashamed of, love. Here, I'll make us some coffee." On the battlefield, he would have settled for 'mate', but they were alone in each other's company, so Sniper could do with being more affectionate in pet names. And besides, Spy seemed to like it when he called him that, so…why not? "Hope you don't mind decaf." Sniper added, chuckling. Decaf because caffeinated coffee made his hands shake, and that didn't really help when your work required precision.
Spy shook his head. "No, no. It's fine, don't worry." He replied, sitting down somewhere to watch Sniper as he worked. He was like that on some days. Spy would just want to sit there quietly, watching Sniper as he worked. Observing how he hunched ever so slightly over his rifle, doing something to his posture, unfortunately. But he didn't mind. He also noticed how focused he was when he looked through the scope. Then, he'd come back to his senses and stabbed him.
Most days, Sniper would sense him there and they'd fight for a bit until one of them ended up back in respawn. It was funny actually, when Spy thought about it. How their little game of who could kill each other most slowly developed to this. Someday they'd look back at this and laugh. Someday.
Sniper had noticed the other go quiet and raised an eyebrow. Usually it was later in the day when they'd do their little game of hide and seek. "Spy? You there?" If he had responded, then it meant he was thinking of something, which he was. Sniper had yet to know if the thought was good or bad. He hoped it was the former.
Spy looked up once his trail of thought was broken and nodded. "Hm? Oh, yes." He chuckled softly. "I'm here, Sniper. Just…thinking." And before Sniper could even ask about what, Spy already had an answer. "About us. How we even ended up like this. Not that I mind, of course, but…I just had to wonder." He wasn't quite sure why, but there was just something about the marksman that had caught his attention. Like he was just…drawn to him for some reason and he couldn't tell why. Either way, it wasn't long until he realized what he really felt about Sniper.
"Is that so, love?" Sniper asked, smiling at his words. "Well, however it happened, I'm glad it did." He turned to Spy, meeting his eyes and taking his hands. "I love ya, spook." It wasn't everyday they were sweet like that, and most times it caught both of them off guard. They both found it endearing in a way, though.
Spy's expression softened at that, thankful for already having the balaclava on in fear of Sniper seeing the red that had dusted over his cheeks. He was speechless for a few moments, trying to find the words to say. Eventually he remembered and responded. "I love you too, bushman." He replied, squeezing Sniper's hands.
And so, after a proper breakfast was shared between the two, and once they had a chance to freshen up, they went their separate ways. Not that it would really last long. Eventually, Spy would find his way to Sniper's nest and the two would continue their little game. The game that got them together in the first place. Then, they'd share a kiss or two before ending it with one of them back in respawn. It wasn't the normal, everyday relationship most people had, but it was what they had and they wouldn't have it any other way.
Oh man, was that lame or what ahaha. Anyways, leave a review if you liked it or not and who knows, I might come up with something sooner or later ^^