Author's Note:

iEatYourPancakes: Oh man you have no idea how upset I would be if you ate my pancakes. All I want is pancakes and French toast and waffles and hashbrowns…and just good breakfast food. Gaaah, stupid Japan :( The chapter is short mostly for the reason that I'm handwriting these chapters and then typing them up. For some reason I have writers' block with this story when I try to just type it so I have to handwrite it. Haha Spy's a bastard so naturally he'd go ahead and close the door in Scoot's face. Also, Spy isn't having the best day of his life, to say the least, so he doesn't want to put up with Scout… Hah, Spy only loves two things and one of them is his dog. :D

LazyAftGerman: I keep forgetting to update! Woops… I haven't really thought about it (I've been thinking about you know…Japan and Japanese stuff). And when I do I'm all "lol, left my notebook with the chapter written down in my room" and then I'm too lazy to get it ahaha… But luckily I remembered it! Even before reading this review! Yaaaaay!

This chapter may or may not be a bit naughty. It was a hit with people who read the paper copy though, haha…

-Chapter 2:

Even with Scout's banging on the door, Spy could hear the sound of decloaking. "What are you doing 'ere, BLU?" RED Spy asked casually, undoing his tie as he made his way to the dresser, not at all on edge by the other Spy's appearance.

"I 'eard Sniper broke it off wiz you…" BLU stated bordely, flipping the page on the book he had been reading while lying in wait on his bed for RED to appear, "I came to inquire about whezer you are all right or not…" He had an amused look on his face as Scout was pounding on the door even louder, the boy's words unintelligible, save for the curses he was slinging at RED. And RED seemed to just ignore Scout as he continued to disrobe for the night. "But it seems ze boy 'as beat me to it," BLU stated, turning the page again.

RED folded his clothes neatly on top of his dresser so as not to wrinkle the articles until all he had left were his boxers, gloves and balaclava on. And with slight hesitation he pulled his gloves off, placing them down together neatly before pulling his mask off. There was no point hiding his face from someone who already knew his identity.

Although his wavy black hair had been flattened by the mask he almost always donned, bits and pieces started to fall out of place into his face. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing back at the man lying ever so comfortably on his bed. "You sould go before Soldier starts making 'is rounds…" he stated, glancing at this door. It wouldn't be easy getting around the Scout though.

"Euh…" BLU murmured boredly, shutting the book, which appeared to actually be a journal of some sort, "Did you actually love Sniper?" He propped his head up with a gloved hand, watching RED carefully.

"Are you mad?" RED asked, frowning, "We cannot afford to love…"

BLU chuckled, standing up, "I believe we differ in opinion on zat matter, mon frère." He adjusted his tie and smoothed any wrinkles in his suit idly. "Being in love only makes us work 'arder, makes us more careful…" When you had something to lose, naturally you worked harder to protect it, or at least that was BLU's reasoning. "'Ow about I take care of Scout for you…" he asked, pulling out his disguise kit."

"E will zink I am 'omosexual if you do," RED said uneasily, as he saw BLU's disguise.

BLU shrugged, replying bluntly, "You are."

"Zat is not ze point; 'e will come back to me later…" RED stated, moving his shirt and pants to a hamper before setting his other items into his dresser.

"Is zat a problem?" BLU asked, adjusting his tie, "You never were one to turn down meaningless sex, non?"

RED snorted, murmuring, "'Ardly. Zey 'ave to at least appeal to mea somewhat." And Scouts? They were just annoying little brats with baseball bats. They were little boys and hardly men. No, there was absolutely nothing appealing about them. And the problem was that if you give them an inch, they'd take a mile and never, ever leave you alone.

"What's not appealing about Scouts and zeir strong legs…?" Dib BLU have a dreamy look on his face? It was unsettling for RED, considering BLU was disguised as him. "And my Scout never lets me do anyzing wiz 'im."

Sighing in defeat, RED turned and entered the bathroom, "Just 'urry up wiz it." He shut the door, sighing. Today he just didn't feel like arguing.

BLU nodded, doubting it would take that long. Scouts were fast, right? He put on a smirk opening the door to find a very irritated Scout on the other side. He was naturally worried Scout might attempt to smash his skull in until the othnly thin keeping his brains from falling to the floor to the floor was his trusty balaclava, but he brushed that thought aside, putting on the best smile he could muster—and oh was it charming.

"Bonjour, amour," he said, "Sorry to 'ave so rudely shut ze door in your face, mon ami. I 'aven't been feeling myself lately." RED Spy snorted softly to himself from where he was in the bathroom, combing his hair absentmindedly. There wasn't much to do until he got both of the most of his bedroom.

Scout glowered poking BLU in the chest, completely fooled, thinking he was talking to RED, "Cut that pet name shit out out, ya hear me? Now you're really starting to piss me off. And didn't yer ma teach ya any fuckin' manners?" RED had to stifle his initial reaction to laugh at such a statement coming from Scout lest he give his position away.

"Ah, my dear Scout, let me make it up to you," BLU said, extending an arm to loop around Scout, pulling him into the room, "I am sorry zat I cannot provide a girl for you, but I am sure we can find an acceptable substitute, non?"

"Yeah?" Scout asked brightening up at the thought, "Like what?" He trotted into the room after Spy like a happy puppy. But the look on Spy's face was unsettling and Scout started in disgust: "You're so fuckin' gay, man."

Spy shrugged, wrapping his arms about Scout's waist in an ever so carefully casual fashion. "Mon ami, zer are no women, no one would blame a… stallion of a man—" RED was dying, trying his best no to laugh out loud, oh was he going to kill BLU for this, "—for giving into 'is sexual urges. It doesn't really count as 'omosexual…" Scout didn't look too terribly convinced "..A man like yourself 'as needs, non?"

"Yeah…" Scout admitted, reaching back to rub the back of his head under his cap, "But…"

"But what? Mon amour, given ze choice of girls you would choose zem 'ands down. So it doesn't really count 'ere where zere are no girls."

Scout didn't exactly follow what Spy was saying—must have been that ridiculous accent—but it seemed to make sense and Spy was saying, but it seemed like it was supposed to make sense and Spy was both smart and he was pretty knowledgeable on what was and wasn't gay. So, naturally, Spy was right. "So how are we doing?\ this?" he asked, pausing to to look back at Spy, "And nothin' queer. You ain't my boyfriend."

BLU faltered for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly Scout would consider gay before murmuring, "But of course."

Feeling reassured, Scout started pulling away from Spy, intending to get to RED's bed. "Let's go, let's go!" he said in frustration as he was pulled back against Spy's chest, "What's yer problem?"

"'Ere is fine," Spy replied, " Better angle." He looped one arm around Scout to keep the boy in place as he shifted his disguise upu, pulling a glove off with his teeth. He wasn't about to get it dirty; he had standards. Pocketing the article, Spy set his hand to wander about, smiling to himself as Scout fidgeted, knowing the boy was trying hard not to get worked up over little touches, especially with his shirt still on, acting as a barrier between their skin.

"Jeesus, hurry up man," Scout half whined, half begged. He'd been waiting so long for any sort of attention and he wasn't going to let Spy take his sweet time with it. But he was forgetting Spy was in control, and Spy was going to do things at his own pace. And so he slipped a hand under Scout's shirt, caressing that soft skin lovingly. Scout was surprisingly quiet, but Spy knew he was just biting back his reactions to such touches, that is until he got to a nipple, then Scout burst out, "You're so fucking gay, c'mon." He grabbed Spy's hand pulling it down before hastily undoing his pants. He felt like he was showing a toddler how to do something; shouldn't a gay guy know where the good bits were located?

Spy chuckled, humoring Scout, redirecting his attention to the boys erection. How he'd gotten it so fast, BLU was still at a loss for an explanation, but just blamed it on youth. He wrapped his hand around Scout's cock, smiling as Scout leaned against him. It was cute how responsive Scout was—even if he was choking back any vocal reactions, his body told the truth. "You like zat?" BLU asked, kissing at Scout's neck absentmindedly.

"Shut up. No talking fagface," Scout said voice wavering, nearly cracking at the end with Spy's thumb stumbled upon his head, teasing the boy.

But Spy had been right when he assumed Scouts were quick, but he attributed that to lack of experience. It was cute, really. He couldn't help but smile fondly as he let go of Scout to readjust his disguise and grab a handkerchief from his jacket to wipe clean his hand as best as he could before putting his glove back on and handling the item to Scout.

"Clean yourself off boy," he stated, handing the item to Scout. Scout didn't want any cheesy romantic words or actions, sadly, so Spy obliged Scout's request for "nothing queer."

"Oh, yeah," Scout mumbled, taking the item, "Thanks…" he didn't even complain that Spy had used it first. He just did as he was told, quite content and fastened his pants once more. "I'm gunna, uh, go now…" Scout said picking up his bat, "Catch y alater, pallie." And before Spy could say anything Scout was out of the room.

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