Title: Just Following Instincts
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Setting: Various; This part is set in Scout's Ma's apartment in Boston
Pairing: Sniper/Scout
Characters: Sniper, Scout, Scout's Ma, Scout's Brothers
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M for certain parts
Chapters: 1/30
Word Count: 473
Type of Work: Drabble Collection; 30 Kisses Challenge
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Werewolf!Sniper, AU - Modern AU, Gay, Slash, Yaoi, 30 Kisses, Gore, Canon-Typical Violence
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter Summary: 001. Waking Dream. Someone keeps sneaking into Scout's window every night, and he'll be damned if he doesn't find the warm, fluffy blanket of a man insanely comfortable.
AN: I've started a new regimen for myself, something that will hopefully keep me writing throughout my days. This will be part of that, and should update just about every day. As for today, I'm planning on updating a lot of fic, so be prepared to be bombarded, I suppose?
Chapter One: Please Stay With Me ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been six months since the last of the older boys went off for whatever part of their life was next, leaving Weylon Jones thoroughly alone in the house with his Ma and whatever man she thought would keep her company for a night. The house seemed so empty, so lonely, without his brothers there, and it had caused more than its fair share of sleepless nights. Nobody was in the top bunk, there was no one to blame farts on anymore, no one to bond with over the stupid shit they said and did. Even his friends had moved on without him, while he'd been working in Teufort, and so his life had become extremely reclusive. Sure, he hadn't wanted it to be that way, but he felt powerless for the first time since he'd joined the Builders League United.
Three months ago, something seemed to start creeping into his window at night. It was large, fluffy, a mousy sort of brown, and if it had a face, he never saw it. Whenever it would arrive, he would already be fast asleep, only jostled enough to register something warmer than his blankets had slipped into his bed and tucked him in tight against his body.
It had started easy enough. Dreams started to pour in of a heavy, large dog that sometimes smelled like the earth and sometimes like blood cuddling him as he sobbed into its fur. As the days wore on, and their night-time rendezvous continued, however, these dreams began to plague him even during waking hours.
Sitting across from his mother, poking at his potatoes and chicken, he was positive he saw someone outside that could have fit his nighttime visitor's description, were he human. Walking to the park for some catch, he could have sworn that scent walked right past him, unnoticed due to the lack of fur. Everything he did soon revolved around finding that smell.
He had no idea that his walking dream would one day appear before he was asleep, and before his own form had taken on its nighttime appearance.
"'Allo, Roo." The older man in his window smirked, winking behind golden shades.
"U-uh…" Hand wrapping around the spongy grip of the metal bat on the other side of his bed, he found himself unable to clock this motherfucker. In fact, after getting a rather good look at him, his entire world was tipped on its side, "Richie?!" Bat forgotten, he launched into the other's arms; only to be hit by that thick scent that had plagued him night and day. "What's going on?"
"Now, don't worry yer pretty little head 'bout it, love." Came the whisper into his ear, as he pulled the other into a gentle kiss, "Jus' hang on, tonight's gonna be new fer us both."
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