Okay so this is just a series of drabbles about Sniper/Spy based on random one-word prompts. I was originally thinking of just doing one sentence each for 100 words, but nah one sentence doesn't satisfy me. I'll keep doing these till I get bored, basically.

Disclaimer: TF2 belongs to Valve, not me. If TF2 belonged to me, I wouldn't be sitting about writing gay fanfiction.

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Smell

Scent was an important thing to the Sniper, now mostly because of the comfort his dear Spy's musk provided him. No matter how much cologne he wore, it could never fully disguise his natural scent (though Sniper thought his cologne was enticing as well). And in the morning after sex, one's scent was about as primal as it could get.

The Sniper curled further around the mostly-naked Spy, nose pressed against his neck, covered by his balaclava, inhaling his scent. He smelled primarily of cigarette smoke, with a hint of husky cologne and something he couldn't quite place. Something spicy, exotic. The Spy shifted, his back rubbing against the Sniper's bare chest, groaning and quietly yawning. "Good morning, ma cherie..." He sighed pleasantly, before closing his eyes again.

The Sniper had to wonder... "Hey, love. Wot do I smell like?" The Sniper could never really tell, he supposed that he just got used to his own scent, seeing as he smelled it all the time. Well, unless he was extremely sweaty or if he spilled a jar of Jarate; he could certainly smell himself them. The Spy chuckled hazily, craning his neck back to partially face his spooning lover. "Where did that come from?" The Sniper blushed a little. He didn't want to admit that he'd been sniffing the spook while he slept. Well, not really sniffing. Dogs sniff. He'd like to think it was a more dignified and romantic action than that.

"Well, uh... You... Goddammit. You smell bloody nice and I just wanted to know if you thought the same of me. Even though I don't wear any fancy cologne and I spend too much time outside..." The Sniper's rambling kept him distracted at least partially from his partner's movement. The Spy turned himself around, chest facing the Sniper's, pulled himself up to lean over the now nervous and quieted Sniper, and placed his hands on either side of the other man's head. He leaned over him with an animalistic hunger in his eyes, like he was about to pounce. "Let's find out how you smell, shall we?" He pressed his cheek against the Sniper's neck, letting out a low, seductive chuckle, before turning his head to press his nose against his lover's throat. He inhaled deeply, seeming very pleased with the Sniper's nervous reaction. The assassin knew his spook was a loose cannon, but he had just gone from sleepy groans to bright-eyed, full-on seduction in zero seconds flat, which threw him just a little.

The masked man whispered against the Sniper's throat, harsh and full of arousal "You smell like sweat and coffee and ze earth. And you smell like ze passionate man who took me to bed last night, not ze other way 'round." The Sniper, having gotten over the surprise, pressed a hand against the back of the Spy's neck, growling hungrily. He kissed his clothed temple gently, but full of passion. His other snaked around him, tracing hard circles on the Spy's naked back. "And you smell like you're going to do it again, mon amour..."

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Okay wow that so did not go as I planned. This was supposed to be sweet and fluffy but it got kinda... yeaah. Let me know if I should kick up the rating guys. Also, despite the use of it being minimal, excuse my bullshit French.