Co-written with the lovely Tanja. Her OTP. *heart*

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"Sorry to pop in unannounced."

A watch-wearing hand reached to the side, out of the window frame to grasp the BLU spy's throat. The suited man could feel the thumb pressing into his windpipe. The hand's owner decided to respond with an equally sarcastic field favorite. "Nothin' personal; I just had to shut you up."

There was a smirk. "I feel tres bon."

"Feel good, huh? Huh?"

"Mission accomplished!"

"Did you get a look at the handsome rogue who did it?"

"Oh, yes! Very nice, very nice!"

"Ok mate." Based on this stupid exchange it seemed like the shorter man wasn't going to kill RED Sniper this time, so he let the spook go to lean against the wall next to him.

"My pleasure. Sorry to horn in. I'm coming for you. Slap eet now!" Taking his cigarette out and looking to the man next to him, Spy stopped his mocking cluster of favorite suggestive quips and spoke regularly. "Ahum. Sniper..."

"Wot?" The taller looked grumpy as he ceased his scoping.

"What say we stop using zheese cheap lines to beat around zhe bushman and just have a fuck, eh?" His arms were folded, cigarette aloft as he quirked his eyebrow.

"Yer the one who's been babblin' this whole toim. Oi've run out of things ta say anyway," groused the bushman in question.

"It ees not my fault I am more gifted wizh words. Of course one can't expect a camper to be so well-versed...steell, I am not hearing a 'non'." The BLU agent took a puff.

Sniper blushed weakly. "Well ain't you a smart-ass..." He muttered, setting his rifle in the corner and crossing his own arms.

Spy walked over and brushed a graceful hand over Sniper's rear. "Hmm...zhe joke here is too easy. You're becoming predictable, bushman."

"Tsk, shut up, spook..!" Hissed the Aussie, and hit Spy's hand away. "Yeh wanna fuck with me, then fuck with me. No need ta use yer big mouth all the time." He glared.

The backstabber put his cigarette out on the wall before tutting and smirking. "Hm! Alright, I weell let you use yours, zhen."

Sniper opened his mouth, about to ask what that was supposed to mean, then got it and closed it again. "Afraid that ain't the way ta do it, mate," he informed before grabbing Spy's shirt and pushing him against the wall. "Yeh've gotta earn it." A predatory smirk exposed one of the man's unusually sizeable canines.

The sharply-dressed party looked disapprovingly at the wrinkles his poor suit front suffered, then looked to Sniper. "Oh please, not more of your stupeed games. It ees most unbecoming to be so childeesh."

"Tired of games, eh? Sounds loik yeh just lost, luv." With that the sharpshooter pressed his leg between Spy's and before he could react pinned the man's hands to the wall, smashing his face against the Frenchman's for a hungry kiss.

Automatically the BLU merged into the kiss before catching himself and twisting his face out of it. "Feelthy primitive! You would try to take me here? Even, you would try to take me? Just like zhat? I zhink not!" Being rather a common occurrence, he really had no problem having sex on the field. He just wanted to goad. He also wasn't ready to just sit back and let the bushman win. Using his knee to flip up Sniper's and make him lose balance, Spy took the distraction to loose himself and roll the pair over against the wall, effectively reversing the scenario. "Echec."

"Wot the-?!" Before he knew it the dinkum found himself under the masked man, pinned against the wood instead. "Bloody wankah!" He snarled with an impressive scowl at Spy's stupid, grinning face.

An amused tut. "I zhought you wanted to play games. Well, echec. Let's see your next move, jar man." Spy now pressed in close to his captive to claim his own kiss, grinding both their entire fronts together as he did.

With a displeased grunt the Aussie leaned in to return the kiss. He was not going to stay under the spook's control, though. He ground his hips into the shorter man and when the man least expected it, he sank his sharp canine teeth into the agent's lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. The smirk on his face showed he was damn pleased with himself.

An inward hiss of breath from Spy. Not that that sort of thing was entirely unpleasant, but sometimes Sniper really reminded him of a primitive beast. He couldn't eloquently bash the other for it with his lip in a twist, but decided he could find another way to retaliate. Deft fingers snaked their way up to the sensitive spots he knew every person had behind their ears. The pressure points that could easily be stabbed through to kill, but also made most people squirm when they were stimulated. Sniper was no exception, especially with these talented digits working over both of them.

"Khh, stop that!" The bushman growled and tried his best to look angry instead of simply submitting under the slimy backstabber. Spy was not going to get the upper hand so easily; the Aussie knew how much the man loved it. He always wore that idiotic, self-satisfied smirk on his face when they were finished. He tried using the same trick Spy had used on him with his legs, but apparently the Frenchman was already prepared for resistance and moved his legs gracefully like a cat. Another irritated snarl escaped the gunman's throat.

At Sniper's attempt to flip their positions again, Spy only chortled. The devilish grin that had appeared on his face with the Aussie's exclamation was still present as he said, "What's zhis? Such feeble attempts to retaliate. Could it be echec et mat already? Does zhis mean I win?" He moved his lips downward to nip at the bristly neck between his hands.

"No chance, mate," the gunman hissed and with quick gestures of his wrists he broke free from Spy's grip. The Frenchman might have been more agile and sneaky, but in raw strength Sniper had the upper hand. He was about to switch the positions once more, but ended up tripping in their feet and falling on the floor with the shape shifter. At least now the Aussie was able to press the smaller body into the floor with his body weight. "G'day," he grinned down at the masked man who looked like he didn't even understand what had just happened. He must have hit his head as they fell.

Blinking to clear his fog, Spy touched a hand to his head before looking at the man over him with a flat face and accused, "Graceless oaf."

"Shaddup, Sheila," the taller man taunted and yanked the agent's head up by pulling his tie. Their lips crashed together once more and the Aussie's hips moved back and forth as he ground them against Spy's. He groaned into the kiss, feeling the growing anticipation through the layers of fabric.

The masked man flared at being called that degrading womanish nickname. Also, the camper was going to ruin his tie using it like that! Well, just because he was closer to the floor didn't mean he had less control! Firstly to save it, he loosened and let his tie slip out of its knot and off. Then he curled a leg in to force Sniper to splay, and using this angle snuck his leg out around to clutch the bushman's. While he was doing this the agent distractingly grabbed the other's lapels and used them as leverage to pull himself up into further kissing. His tongue rudely invaded this time.

With a soft hem the gunman let Spy's tongue enter his mouth. He sucked it and let his own tongue wrestle with the intruder. Apparently the spook had finally learnt his lesson and was willing to cooperate. Sniper's left hand found its way under the man's jacket and dug itself deeper until it met the Frenchman's bare skin. It was a rare treat, especially when they did it on the field, but to celebrate his victory he allowed himself a quick little brush under the BLU's clothes.

Just as it did on the field, Spy's patience paid off. He hadn't expected the Aussie to recognize a close-quarters combat maneuver, and he was right. Quickly now, while the man was feeling him up like a cheap hussie, the agent used the position of his leg to pull up and gather the momentum necessary to push the taller man over. His forearm slammed to the floor by Sniper's head and he smirked victoriously at his pin victim. "Goo'day..!" He mocked the earlier quip with relish before using his free hand to wedge between their sandwiched crotches and rub them both through their bulging pants.

"Oh, c'mon, yeh can't be THAT terrified ta have yer prissy arse fucked this toim?! The bloody mission will end b'fore either of us can stick their dicks into the other!" The bushman sounded more frustrated than angry. "If Oi let yeh be on top t'day, yeh better give me a damn good fuck, yeh got it?" He gave the Frenchman a meaningful look. He was tired of rolling over on the ground like a damn dog. It would be the third time to switch their position and his manhood was already throbbing in his pants. He was running out of patience so he reckoned it was better to stay under the spook instead of being left with nothing in the end.

That smirk he knew the other hated so much graced Spy's face. "Echec et mat, cherie," he murmured coyly, and tapped two cheeky fingers to his lips before sending them down to undo both zippers. "You should know better zhan to start games wizh me. I do not lose." He took up both waiting members in his talented gloved hand and stroked them together, occasionally playing one finger between them. "As for zhe fuck, could it be anyzhing but zhe best?" He played his arrogance card just to watch the adorable scowl on the sharpshooter's lips.

"Oi wish yeh fucked as well as yeh talk bullshit," the Aussie countered, but tensed with a sharp inhale when Spy squeezed their members firmly. Damn wanker, toying with him on purpose. "And wot comes ta losin', Oi know a way ta make yeh cry loik a little girl. Just a few drops of piss on yer suit and yer loik a woman on her periods." He allowed himself to smirk up at the backstabber. He was not going to moan like a cheap hooker in case the Frenchman was after that. He couldn't help himself from bucking his hips into the masked man's hand, though. Since he wanted to top so badly he better make sure to give his best shot.

An indignant sound from the agent. "I could not expect you to understand refinements such as zhis suit. Or zhese gloves, which I'll thank you to remember are about to be ruined. Why don't you occupy zhat ungrateful mouth and get zhe process started, mm?" Giving their joint members a tantalizing squeeze, Spy sat up a bit and grazed his first two fingers over the rough, insulting lips below him.

With a wide grin Sniper opened his mouth and rolled his tongue obediently over the delicate fingers. He loved teasing the Frenchman about his suit; it was his number one weakness. What kind of a moron would even wear a suit on a battlefield in the first place? Spy always pretended to be so smart and above everyone when in reality he was just a cocky idiot who cared about nothing else than looking good. At least he succeeded at that, the gunman had to admit that much. "Good enough, Yer Highness?" He asked with a mocking tone before leaning back to take a comfortable position on the floor.

"We shall see, knave," came the equally mocking response. He tried his best to seem passive, but really, between his own hand working their lengths together and the warmth of Sniper's mouth, he was having quite a lot of trouble keeping his breathing even. His mask felt unusually stifling as he watched the taller man settle back, totally exposed and comfy. He may have been crude, but damn was there something sexy about it. Spy pulled the other's pants down and off one ankle so he could access the waiting hole. He resumed a hand on Sniper's member only and knelt to slide one of his fingers around and into the ring of muscle.

The taller man spread his legs and closed his eyes with a content sigh when he felt the wet fingers playing curiously on his sensitive skin. He let out a quiet moan when Spy's fingers wrapped themselves around his manhood and his other hand's fingers entered his body. "Mmmmhhh...that's good, mate," he muttered, keeping his eyes closed to enjoy the sensation for the fullest. Spy was a selfish bastard, annoying as hell and prudish like a princess, but when it came to sexual activities he wasn't that bad. He was pretty good. One of the best Sniper had ever had the pleasure to sleep with. He had already learnt what the bushman liked, how he liked and when he liked it. To give that masked little weasel some credit, he was able to be a considerate lover in the end. The dinkum's breath caught when he felt those skilled fingers brush over his prostate and he let out a throaty purr to show the Frenchman was doing well.

Spy's member twitched involuntarily at those low, throaty sounds. Unrefined as he was, there was no denying Sniper's croaky bass of a voice was enough to send shivers up anyone's spine. The camper was uncooth, unkempt, and unruly, but somehow those negative traits joined into one rugged, sexy mongrel. The two also argued all of the time, but that only seemed to add passion to their romantic activities. In actuality, Sniper's rough-but-laid-back nature was unique amongst anyone Spy had laid with, and it was quite welcome. Different. Appealing. It certainly appealed now as Spy stroked masterfully along the most sensitive spot in the bushman's walls. The agent had to let out a wavering, wanton moan even as he prepared the other. The sight and sound were quite something.

The bushman opened an eye with a playful smirk when he heard the shorter man moan. "Wot's that? Moanin' already, darl? Don't cum in yer bloody pants, yeh promised ta save some for me, remember?" His toothy grin was crooked, but the lust in his voice was really stealing credibility from his little taunt. His face was red and his breathing ragged, but he simply couldn't help himself from throwing another wit at the masked man. Spy was just as horny, he could tell. Poor guy, always trying his best to look so calm and important, but Sniper had seen him during his most vulnerable moments. He had seen the Frenchman's red face during his orgasm, heard his desperate moans and whines when he tried biting his pillow not to scream while the Aussie rammed into his tight little ass. The agent couldn't admit it aloud, but Sniper was special to him. The gunman knew this perfectly well, too.

Through the tinge over his face, Spy corrected his throat by clearing it. "Remember when I mentioned your beeg mouth? Well, if you are een such a rush, could you be a dear..?" With that, he shifted his position 180 so that his length dangled over his target. Meanwhile his fingers were nearly over their tasks, only needing to spread themselves a bit further. His own mouth couldn't resist suddenly being so close to a delicious-looking treat, and Spy decided to be kind enough to lace kisses over the rod in his hand.

"Oi'm always a dear, aren't Oi?" The taller man chuckled and worked the backstabber's member slowly with his hand. Then, ever so teasingly, he licked at the tip of it. He smiled when the little guy in his hand twitched happily in excitement. "Oi think it loiks me," he murmured softly and wrapped his other arm around the agent's hips, pulling him closer to his face. He took Spy's manhood obediently into his mouth and groaned deep down his throat when he felt the BLU's lips ghosting over his hard length. That bloody tease.

Spy's "Hmph!" turned into more of a "Haa~aa!", his sauna-like breath misting over the sharpshooter's member. He then hummed into it as he pressed more eagerly into its side, biting ever-so-slightly. He would forgive the bushman this once, but only because he was so damned good with his tongue! He brought the thumb of the hand embedded in Sniper's hole to press into the man's sack and rub around. He almost wished this could go on forever; everywhere the Aussie touched was elated, but he knew what would come next would feel even better. For now he just let his waist enjoy the arm hugging it, and his penis enjoy the moist cavern of warmth that was Sniper's familiar mouth.

Sniper would have loved to say something about that girly little moan, but unfortunately his mouth was occupied. Well, he would remind the weasel about it afterwards. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to swallow as much of the BLU's length as possible. He let out a low growl when he felt the agent's teeth on his manhood. It was like a warning the masked bastard should keep his teeth hidden, otherwise there were going to be consequences. Lucky for him Spy's mouth was not only good at babbling stupidly, it also knew how to please another man just right. He buckled his hips upward when he felt the thumb stroking his balls lovingly.

The agent took his warning, but not without a grain of salt. It irked him how the other was the only one allowed to bite. It made him feel like the dingo's chew toy. He moved his lips to pull over Sniper's foreskin, sans teeth, until he felt he couldn't wait anymore. With a lusty heave, he wiggled his embedded fingers pointedly and said, "I believe you are ready."

Sniper let go of the man's organ with a soft 'pop'. "Finally." He seemed to be perfectly okay with the idea. He was tired of Spy's fingers, he needed something bigger. He helped the agent on his feet and lifted himself to lean into his elbows. "So how're we gonna do this?" He asked and found himself staring at the throbbing organ that had just been in his mouth. It looked even bigger now when the Frenchman had shaved himself again. The bushman didn't see a point why anyone would trim their groins, having hair there was perfectly natural so he had never bothered himself. Spy was just confirming his claims that he was a real bloody princess.

A sideways glance to Sniper's discarded weapon in the corner. Spy's face was devious again. "Well, eef you are so worried about being missed in combat...what say we get you back?" He offered a cocky hand to the man on the floor. He knew it was risky, especially since he knew THAT gun fired tracers, but somehow he just loved messing with the sharpshooter's aim, especially through sensuality. Shooting was the sniper's pride and job, after all. And besides, no one ever noticed, the blind fools. They just assumed he'd had an off day. The bushman had complained enough times for Spy to know that.

"Yeh just wanna make me look loik Oi don't know how ta bloody aim..." The taller man grumbled but grabbed the Frenchman's hand anyway. Spy just loved humiliating him, didn't he? The bushman would have loved to see how the backstabber would manage his own job with a dick in his ass. Not so sneaky and quiet at that point, for sure. "Hunstman would be much better for this occasion, ye know." He notified as he picked up his rifle in the corner. How in the world would he ever get a headshot if the agent was planning on shagging him? Just a bodyshot was going to require a miracle.

"Well, whose fault is zhat?" Spy countered, mocking the man's choice in weaponry and ignoring his pegged transparent motives, "I note you are not refusing despite zhe fact. Clearly you must enjoy zhe shallange." He stepped behind the man and ran his hand sensually over the one on the gun's trigger, the other slipping to curve around the side of Sniper's nethers. It was all very teasing.

"Sure hope ye know what yer doin'...this is a bloody Machina, they'll know where the shots are comin' from. If yer sniper shoots me head off, then yeh'll need ta shag a corpse." He warned, trying not to let the Frenchman's touch disturb him too much. "If Oi get a kill, yeh'll get yer noice li'l ass over ta me camper t'night and Oi'll fuck you so hard yer parents in bloody France will hear it. Deal?" He asked and spread his legs as he took a good position next to the window.

Spy sighed interestedly, "Hm. Very well. Zhen I suppose you had better not miss, oui?" The hand on Sniper's moved south to spread the man's cheeks and make way for his member to nudge playfully. Once the tip was in, his hand grabbed the rest of his shaft to satisfy it as he pushed in slowly and evenly. The warmth made him sigh again, this time lustily, his teeth pulling down Sniper's scruffy collar so he could kiss the nape of the taller neck.

"Mmmmmhhh...c-crikey..!" The Australian took a few deep breaths as he felt the agent pushing himself deeper. He leaned into the windowsill, not even bothering to look through the scope yet. He couldn't hit an elephant as they were now. His length jumped when Spy's warm lips pressed into his skin. The Frenchman didn't need to know it, but the gunman's heart also seemed to have made a double jump. Once he had adjusted to the feeling of having another bloke inside of him, the bushman lifted his rifle up and tried to get a clear view through the scope. "Does a...a dispenser count?" He asked, finding it very difficult to talk.

A silent laugh from the masked man was felt through the lips on Sniper's hot skin. "Please...any of us could take out zhat baby toy een our sleep. Even a scout could do eet." He found it difficult to say anything further when, after feeling Sniper loosen, he began gentle but lengthy thrusts. The slicked opening gave practiced way easily, and Spy had to groan, his forehead pressing into the nape he previously suckled. As always, the hole was sheer bliss! The hand on the gunman's nethers wrapped itself properly around the man's length.

Sniper's hands were shaking and for a moment he was afraid he would drop his gun. He gritted his teeth with a quiet hiss when the masked man was jerking him off as he pushed himself deep into the Aussie. The sensation was so overwhelming the taller man bit down his lower lip not to moan like a slut. The red spot jumped all around the field as the bushman tried to find a slow target. Ah, Heavy with his medic behind him. Perfect. The rifle roared as he fired, but the bullet didn't hit anywhere near the giant. With a swear the man reloaded and swore again when the agent slammed his length against his prostate.

"Fine job," Spy smirked through somewhat labored pants, "I see I am already as clearly fucked as you." He'd managed to lift his head to watch the shot. He didn't want to miss reveling in the pleasurable torment he was providing. The hand that wasn't running circles around Sniper's member now slipped up and under the taller's shirt back, gliding over the spine he'd stabbed so many times. All that scar tissue, and some of it just so sensitive. What lovely sounds those places produced. They made his plunging member engorge impossibly further as it sped its motion.

"Shut up, wankaaaaahh..!" His growl turned into a needy moan in the middle of the sentence when the Frenchman picked up the pace. God, was he embarrassed. He felt the man's delicate fingers slowly climbing up his back, but instead of doing any harm they were tender and soothing. Goosebumps. Determined to get his damn kill, Sniper lifted the rifle up again. BLU Engineer was just upgrading his sentry, so he was his next target. The first bullet hit the wall, the next one the ground a few meters from his feet. "Bloody hell..!" He snarled.

Spy adored each and every reaction. His smile was fond as he looked up at the back of the frustrated head, mostly glad the gunman couldn't see it. He really did love the way he acted when bothered. Maybe even just loved the Aussie himself. Not that he'd admit it. The BLU agent kept doing everything he was doing because it led to such desirous reactions. The only difference was he rested his pleased face beside the hand under Sniper's shirt. A satisfied groan.

Damn, the bushman didn't have much time. He felt how his lower regions were slowly filling with warmth. If Spy was going to keep up the pace he was having and stroking him firmly at the same time, Sniper would reach his orgasm before even hitting anyone. He took a deep, shaking breath, trying his best to ignore the heavenly pleasure the masked man was bringing him. Not the easiest task, but he wanted the Frenchman under him that night. He wanted to tie him up, gag him with his own tie and fill his ass like he had never been filled before by anyone. Baring his teeth he once again aimed. Engineer. He was his target. Just a bodyshot would do with his fully loaded Machina. "Hold still..." He whispered, exhaled and pulled the trigger. The look on his face was priceless when he actually realized he had killed the Texan. "Oi did it! Did ye see that, ye bloody mongrel?! Oi won!" He turned his red but victorious face back towards his tormentor.

Looking up in surprise, first to the adorably dorky grin and then to see that in fact his teammate was dead, all motion ceased while the loss sank in for Spy. Damn, he should not have gotten lost in the moment. He knew Sniper was going to give him a very rough night for putting him through this, but he begrudgingly had to admit defeat. He was a gentleman after all. The hands resumed their motions but his member did not. "Well played...I supposed even luck has its place in zhe betting world."

"Luck always beats skill, mate. Don't be a sore loser." Sniper gave him a grumpy pout. He couldn't understand why the Frenchman was so determined not to end up on the bottom. "Does it really bother you that much? Yeh don't loik when Oi do you?" He asked, suddenly his voice sounding genuinely concerned. He didn't think he was a master in bed, but he had always managed to give the agent his orgasm in the end. Maybe he wasn't able to satisfy the masked man as he had thought he was.

Spy registered the concern and his comforting side rushed immediately forward. It didn't happen often with Sniper, but he was still a caring lover at heart. Both hands moved to the gunman's chest to hug him close, his lips brushing that nape again as he spoke into it, "Non, non, cherie, you are mistaken..! Giving or getting, amour ees amour, and from you eet is never unpleasant. Brutish, yes, but not unpleasant. Far from. I seemply enjoy tormenting you too much to just hand myself over. You are zhe same, are you not?"

"Well...yeah, maybe a little..." The Aussie didn't like when Spy went this serious. It always told him something was wrong when the agent sounded so sincere. "Brutish..? Would yeh loik it more if Oi was more gentle?" He asked carefully. Like lovemaking? No, that couldn't be it. It was SPY they were talking about, why would he want anything like lovemaking? The taller man put down his rifle and pressed his hands onto the agent's squeezing his upper body.

A tut of brief laughter buzzed through Sniper's skin as Spy considered his reply. "Hm. Maybe sometimes. But you would not be you eef I was not ravaged like a wolf's supper on a regular basis. Your eagerness is flattering in eet's own way. Now, have I put your worries to rest? I would quite enjoy continuing zhe events of moments ago." He gave the skin under him a gentle kiss.

"Ah, yeah, sure, of course." Sniper hurried to put his both hands onto the windowsill again. Maybe he should try being more careful in the future. The Frenchman was just so damn sexy it was really difficult to hold himself back once they were in bed. He would need to work on improving his self-control. "By all means, mate." He turned his head enough to give the BLU an encouraging smile. For some reason the kiss had felt so very comforting.

Spy took the go-ahead, keeping one hand where it was while its partner went to help Sniper's member reach peak again. As his thrusts restarted, hitching a bit to start with after the inactivity, the agent said, "Just keep your head down. We are steell een plain sight and I do not, as you put eet, want to "shag a corpse"." That said, he activated his watch to set himself invisible. It would be awfully suspicious if his teammates saw him just hunching and grabbing at something below the sill. He hugged Sniper tight to let him know he was still very much there.

Instead of staying at the window the Aussie took a slow step to the left. Now they were out of sight. The gunman's arms rested against the wall and he arched his back to give the Frenchman the best possible angle. And boy, did he groan once the shorter man found it. His head dropped, hazy eyes unfocused while he felt the invisible hand flying up and down on his member as his prostate was brutally violated. His mouth hung open as he panted heavily. The spark was brought back in no time, even if they had had a small break to discuss their little problems.

Spy followed on deft feet, not missing a beat. He kept himself invisible because his hands were too busy to bother with his watch. The top one slipped into the wide, low shirt collar to grace over the Aussie's clavicle and first couple of ribs. Besides, he noticed, this way he could see through himself to every way he was affecting the man under him. Wrinkles and indents where his fingers lay, the lusty bobbing, stretching and twitching of Sniper's member, and most easily noticeable, where he was inserted. It was decidedly rather enjoyable, at least for this once. He still hugged close and licked over the bottom of the bushman's neck, pausing intermittently to kiss with a wet smack.

"Haaaahhh..! G-Goddammit, spook..!" The bushman couldn't take it any longer. He felt the man's warm embrace, even though he couldn't see him. He felt Spy's chest against his back and his hands taking good care of his body. He resisted the urge to turn around and kiss the Frenchman so instead he placed his hand over his own mouth and let out a shaky cry when he released in the agent's hand.

Spy himself was just on the brink of cumming. He saw the other's seed reveal some his hand as the white streaks splashed over his fingers. Oh well, at least it wasn't jarate. Cheek falling between Sniper's shoulder blades, the BLU agent could only give a few more heated thrusts coupled with moans before releasing with a fairly loud cry, pulling at the gunman's vest sides. Uhn. He hadn't meant to sound so unbridled...he decided to stay invisible a few extra seconds to hide his embarrassed expression.

There is was again, that passionate voice when the Frenchman ejaculated. The gunman always knew when the shorter one had enjoyed himself when his orgasm was powerful enough to make him cry out like that. For a moment the two stayed still, catching their breaths and riding out their afterglows. Sniper wondered if the masked man would simply stab him again, like he sometimes did after sex. He didn't mind. It wasn't like they would do any post-sex cuddling anyway. "Will Oi see yeh later or was this enough for one day?" He asked, feeling the man was still resting against his back. He was willing to call the deal off. Spy didn't have to get his ass penetrated if he disliked it so much.

The masked man pulled out and hit his watch, coming back into view. A familiar smirk was in place now, though it was surrounded by a clear glow of bliss. He re-did his pants and removed his gloves so that they were folded together with the messy outsides inside. While pulling a replacement pair from his pocket, he answered, "Now who ees afraid of getting my hole penetrated? I am a man of my word, bushman, not zhat you would know anything about zhat. I look forward to your treatment. Do not be off-put by my reaction to zhe loss. I was seemply surprised you made zhe shot considering how your aim usually sucks." He met Sniper's eyes to show his words were honest even if they were teasing.

The gunman gave him a smile of his own, but it was more happy and relieved than evil or self-satisfied. "Okay. Oi'll try not t'disappoint yeh." He promised, pulled his pants back up and secured his fly and belt. "Now, yeh wanna leave without another word or fight yer way out? I'm okay with either." He reached to grab his kukri.

Spy was going to answer, but saw the man reaching for his knife and his expression turned excited. He had come prepared for this. Like a merry prankster he pulled an Ambassador from inside his coat and mimicked a favorite line of Sniper's. "Boom..! Headshot." The he fired a bullet. As the stunned Aussie dropped to the floor, Spy darted away with a mad giggle, as if he'd been waiting all day for that and it had gone off without a hitch. Even if it might add some torment later, oh, that was fun!