Based on a lovely comic by Icky, in which the Scout expresses his quirks in bed to a dumbfounded Engineer.
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"D-do it, man. Fucking do it!"
The hit made a very noticeable sound, bouncing off the walls of the small room. Their bodies moved awkwardly together, the Sniper too tall and the Scout too short. They didn't match up very well at all, bodies and personality, and yet when the younger man had come into the sniping nest and practically begged for a shag (Scout would deny any begging had occurred), Sniper couldn't say no. Sure, it was awkward at first. Sniper was pretty sure that Scout and the Engineer were an item. No matter, he didn't muddle in personal affairs. If they were having a falling out or something, then he would comfort Scout the best way he knew how: sex.
He had to admit, though, the request to be hit was extremely odd. But, again, Sniper wasn't one to judge. If the little prick wanted him to hit him, then he would bloody well hit him. Scout squirmed under him as he made a feeble attempt to reciprocate by sucking on his collarbone.
"Again… Make me bleed, dude, c'mon!"
This hit came quicker than the last and connected squarely with his nose. Scout heard something crack and then, through the blossoming pain, felt the warm blood trickle down his upper lip. He licked it with a satisfied smirk. Fuck yeah. This is what he'd been missing; this was that excitement that he had wanted with his romps in the hay with Engineer. But the bastard wouldn't hit him. He was too good for that, he had beautiful pale skin, and perfection shouldn't be marred, and blah blah blah! Fuck, just thinking about Engie not putting out was pissing him off. What, was he not good enough? Was he not worth it? Well, fuck you, Hardhat… fuck you.
"Bite me. Bite me hard! I don't want no fucking love-mark, pally, I want this fucker to scar!"
Yes! Fucking take that, Hardhat! Oh, God, that felt good. As the Sniper bit into Scout's shoulder, he moved his teeth back and forth to make sure that he cut into the skin. So now Scout's nose and his shoulder were bleeding, but it wasn't enough. He desperately searched for something more, for something else do to. Light blue eyes darted around the room. He saw that they had already taken their clothes off, this proven by: a) the pile of blue clothing that was lying next to the window, and b) the obvious fact that they were ass naked on Sniper's cot. For a moment, Scout considered making Sniper get his bat to use, since it was lying with his other weapons on the clothes pile, but that may be a bit overboard even for him. What else… something to prove to the Engineer that punching the guy who you have sex with is perfectly healthy. He was coming to the Sniper for Chrissake, isn't that enough of a hint?
"Punch me. I want a fucking black eye this time."
"Hold on, you do something for me, first."
"Eh? Oh…"
… *That*. Fuck, he didn't want to suck cock tonight, especially not Sniper's. The guy smelled weird, like whatever cologne he was wearing had gone bad. He tasted bad, too, but Scout couldn't pinpoint the taste. Maybe like sweat and dirt. Yeah… sweat and dirt. Fucking gross. He liked Hardhat's smell better; he didn't wear cologne, so he smelled like oil and hay. He liked Hardhat's taste a hell lot better too.
"Scout."
Fuck.
"Y—Yeah, yeah, man… Sorry. I guess I owe ya, huh…"
Scout looked up at that fucking horse dong and grimaced. No way was he sucking that when his back was on the floor. Without saying anything, he tugged Sniper down on top of him and tried feebly to move both their masses so that he would be on top. Thankfully, Sniper got the hint and did Scout a favor by rolling over. Scout sighed as he positioned himself and closed his eyes, thrusting himself at Sniper to get it over with quickly. He bobbed his head up and down, up and down, over and over. Fuck, he felt gay. He always felt gay when he gave head. Not when he was fucking someone or getting fucked, oh hell no, just when he gave head. He was weird that way.
"M—Merde…"
…
What?
Scout stopped suddenly, eyes tracing up Sniper's body in curiosity. Face red and eyes half-closed in pleasure, he looked every bit like a Sniper. But that word… that was a fucking frog word, wasn't it? Then that meant… oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK. Scout flung himself off of 'Sniper' and reached desperately for his bat, but he was grabbed by the neck and shoved into the cot. A knee was placed firmly into his back despite his struggling. Sweat gathered on his forehead and shoulders, now not from stimulation but from fear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw red smoke materialize as the Sniper disguise was shed, revealing that sick toothy grin of the Spy.
"Fuck you, man! Fuck you!"
"I s'ink not."
