I am actually amazed that I managed to get this chapter out on time considering I went clubbing last night and missed out on some prime writing time. You know you're a fan when you start thinking about Sniperscout on the dance floor though lol. Enjoy! Also shoutout to somolent-scout for their amazing fanart for this fic, I never ever thought I would get fanart made for one of my stories 3
A few minutes earlier, on the RED base, Medic had finally declared Scout's legs healed, and had backed up so that the runner could stand.
The RED mercenaries all expressed relief that he was alright, and although he thanked them briefly, it was obvious who he really wanted to talk to. Nonetheless, Scout seemed surprised when Sniper grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into a hug. A few of the other mercs looked surprised too, since physical affection had never seemed to be Sniper's style.
Scout quickly hugged back however, resting his head on the Australian's chest with a small smile.
"I'm so glad you're okay…" Sniper muttered into Scout's short hair, causing the runner to chuckle.
"I told ya I would be. It was my own fault anyways, so don't worry about it."
Sniper shook his head. "It musta really messed you up if you're blaming yourself, Roo, I don't if I've ever seen ya do that."
"Bit of a rough day, not gonna lie ta ya."
Sniper let him go, but their bodies didn't separate much. "It's over now though, luv, ya can relax…as much as someone active as ya can relax I guess."
Heavy looked pleased. "So, you two are together now?"
The marksman shrugged and put his arm around Scout, who tensed slightly before settling into the touch. "We've still got to talk about some things, but yea, I guess we are."
Scout punched him on the arm. "Wow Snipes, we had our first kiss yesterday, but you GUESS we're together? Way to break a guy's heart!"
The other mercenaries chuckled a little, but Sniper paused. "Wut? Say that again."
The runner raised an eyebrow. "I'm just jokin, man."
"Yea, I know, but what did you say, I didn't catch part of that." Sniper had heard every word, but he needed to confirm what Scout had said to him.
"Oh, uh, I just said that since we had our first kiss yesterday, it's kinda late to be unsure about-HEY! What are you doin'!?"
Before anyone else could react, Sniper had shoved the smaller man against the wall and pinned him there, khuriki against his neck.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Snipes, what the fuck?"
Sniper ignored him, gritting his teeth. He looked over at the rest of the mercenaries, who looked astonished and confused. "This-" he shook Scout a little "-is the bloody BLU spy."
"Vhat? Again? Do you really think they would use the same trick twice?" Medic sounded skeptical.
Scout laughed nervously. "Yea, what he said. Can ya just…let me go, and we can talk about this?"
"Not a chance, I'm not lettin you get away again." Sniper hissed, moving closer to Scout's face. "What did you do with him?"
"I don't know what you're talkin' about!" Scout sounded desperate now. He caught sight of Spy over Sniper's shoulder and called out to him.
"A little help here? This guy's crazy!"
To Sniper's relief, Spy made no move to help the runner. "Just a moment, ze bushman may have a point." He looked back at Sniper. "Why exactly do you think 'e iz a spy?"
"I KNOW he is, because of what he just said." The marksman responded. "I know ya don't want to hear this, but I'm guessing he saw me and Scout kissin' outside last night, and assumed that was the first time." He turned his intense stare back to Scout. "But it wasn't, we kissed during the blackout, and there's no way Scout would forget that, because he initiated it."
Spy looked slightly pale under his balaclava. "You're right, I did not need to know zhat."
"Wait a second!" Scout piped up. "How do we know HE'S not the BLU spy, and that's why he's acting so crazy? What if rescuing me was a distraction for you guys so they could get Sniper?"
"Oh, come on, the demoman literally said that their original plan was to replace Scout-" Sniper started to argue, but Scout cut him off.
"Did ya guys have eyes on him the whole time? How do we know Engie didn't come back with the BLU spy and just didn't know it?"
Some of the mercenaries seemed to be wavering, and Sniper felt himself starting to panic. Looking back over his shoulder, he implored Spy: "You and I don't get along, but ya have to trust me. If I let him go, he's going to kill me eventually, and then they'll kill Scout, and I know ya don't want that. Test both of us however you want, but I'm not letting him go."
"I cannot believe I'm saying zis…but I am more inclined to trust the bushman at zis moment." The Frenchman said.
Underneath Sniper, Scout started shaking a little, tears welling up in his eyes. "Spy, please, he's hurting me!"
Sniper laughed coldly. "Are ya actually fuckin' crying roight now? Scout would be troying to kick my ass for accusing him a being a spook!"
Soldier nodded thoughtfully. "That is accurate."
"Can't we just get Pyro to check him?" Engineer asked.
Heavy shook his head. "Pyro is not back yet. Neither is Demoman. We may have to look for them soon."
Spy stroked his chin. "Right zhen. You-" he pointed at Scout "-answer zis question correctly, and I will help you." He paused for effect. "What iz my pet name for Connie?"
Something like relief washed over Scout's face. "My ma? Ya call her ma petite chou fleur." He grimaced a little. "I hate that name."
Spy's eyes widened slightly, and he stepped towards Scout and Sniper, ignoring Soldier's question of "Was that right?"
"I am sorry I did not believe you right away." The Frenchman said beninely.
Sniper's heart sank a little at the words. He was certain he was right, the person next to him couldn't be Scout! But if Spy believed him, then where did that leave Sniper?
Scout, at least, seemed unfazed, having calmed down from his brief burst of tears. "Aw, that's okay, I get it."
Spy reached out towards them, and Sniper prepared to be pushed back.
"Let me help you…hold this spy down!" Spy snarled out, lunging forwards and pinning Scout's arm and right side firmly to the wall.
"Wait, what?" Scout squawked, now being held against the wall by two men. "But I got it right, I know I did!"
"Oh oui, you did." Spy said smoothly, staring the smaller man down. "But you see, ma petite chou fleur is a French phrase, one which I have heard Scout say many times, however ze boy is incapable of pronouncing it correctly. His French is terrible, always has been. Yours, on the other hand, was perfect….BECAUSE YOU ARE FRENCH!"
The Frenchman whipped out his knife, stabbing it into the man's stomach in one swift motion. His entire appearance flickered, before fading to a deep blue as his body grew taller, and features more defined.
"The Sniper was right!" Soldier shouted, stating the obvious.
The BLU spy coughed a little, winching when Spy pulled the blade out of his stomach, muttering "Can't let him get zhat!"
"So, you caught me. Not zhat it will do you much good." The spy hissed.
Heavy plodded over. "Sniper should not be near him, give to me." The marksman looked annoyed, but understood the Russian's point: if the spy broke free, he could permanently kill him quite quickly.
He let Heavy take hold of the enemy, who was now bleeding profusely, and stepped back. Spy slid past him, patting down his counterpart until he found his butterfly knife, which he tucked away along with his own.
"Now, what have you done with Scout?" Spy demanded, thrusting a finger towards the blue balaclava.
"Burn in hell." His counterpart spat back.
"If I may-" Medic strolled towards them, putting on his gloves as he did so, "-I have vays of making him talk zhat might be helpful."
Before the spy could react at all, Medic shoved his gloved hand directly into the wound on his stomach. From what Sniper could see, the German wasn't moving his hand much, but the spy was making pained noises and looking extremely distressed.
Heavy, meanwhile, remained completely immovable, staring disinterestedly off into the distance while his partner went to work on the enemy.
"As ve said, vhere is Scout?" Medic asked calmly, digging his fingers deeper into the spy's body.
"Where do you think 'e iz?" The enemy spy choked out. "Stop doing zhat!"
Medic just shook his head with a small chuckle. "That is not how this works my friend, surely you know that. I ask the questions." He looked over at Spy. "Pass me a knife, vould you?"
Spy shrugged, and despite an uncomfortable look from Engineer, handed the small weapon open. Medic clicked it open with ease and looked at the spy, who was attempting unsuccessfully to escape from Heavy.
"Tell us vhat is to become ov him, or I vill cut you open and harvest your organs vhile you are still conscious. And do not think respawn vill save you, I am extremely accomplished at keeping people alive to the bitter end."
The spy hesitated, eyeing the knife suspiciously, but seemed to decide that Medic was willing to follow through on his threat (he was). "Fine. He iz still in our base, and unless 'e succumbed to his injuries, 'e is still our hostage. If you vant him back, the Sniper must die. Nothing has changed."
"Somthin' has changed." Sniper said simply, stalking towards the BLU spy. "We have you. Give 'im here.'
'Heavy does not think-" the large man tried to argue, but Sniper had already ripped the now slumped over spy away from him. This movement also yanked Medic's bloody hand out of the BLUs body, causing a short cry to be pulled from the tall man.
Without saying another word, Sniper dragged the now-bleeding profusely spy out the door, one of his hands wrapped around the man's neck.
The rest of the mercs stared after him, Medic looking disappointed that his torture had been interuppted, while the rest just looked confused.
"So uh, what do ya reckon he's up to?" Engineer asked, although it was a rhetorical question.
Spy dragged a hand down his face. "I think ze bushman has just taken a hostage."
Medic discarded his gloves. "Vell, ve can't let him go over there alone." He gathered his weapons as a small sadistic grin crossed his face. "Let's go do some damage-I mean-practice medicine."
"They're comin' back with the spy." The BLU sniper stated, looking put out.
"Damn it!" The engineer cursed, rising from his seat. "Now we'll have to defend again, and we're a man down!"
"Not sure about that, mate, it looks like their sniper's plannin' to use the spy as a hostage."
"So what?" The scout said. "We still gotta stop them from finding him." He jerked his head at Scout.
"Naw, actually we don't."
"What is sniper talking about?" Heavy questioned.
The sniper sighed. "Think about what the spy said. Our main objective is to kill that Australian bastard, and if ya can get him to stand still outside the base, I can do that."
The BLU demoman laughed loudly. "Ohh, I get the idea!"
"I don't." The scout said, looking perturbed.
"Now there is surprise." The heavy muttered, but the scout heard and jumped up with an angry "Hey!"
Scout laughed a little, but the pain in his legs was becoming overwhelming, and he couldn't focus on the argument for long.
"Sit down, private!" the Soldier bellowed, staring down the short mercenary. He glanced at the sniper. "Will you be able to neutralize the enemy?"
The sniper grinned. "If ya keep him outside while you 'negotiate', shouldn't be a problem. I'll be glad to see that emu shagger go."
Sitting on the floor next to him, Scout bristled. "Fuck you man, he's a professional sniper, he won't just stand out in the open and let you kill him!"
"He left you behind earlier and took an imposter with him instead, he can't be too smart." The BLU scout mocked.
His counterpart shook the comment off. "An imposter which he identified after what, two minutes? Ya said he'd be completely fooled and he wasn't. How confident do ya feel in your judgement now?"
The BLU scout huffed. "Okay, it's not fun anymore, can we gag him again?"
"That's a good idea, actually. If the rest of you go down and stall them, he can stay up here with me. It's not like he'll be a problem." The sniper snorted, finding humor in this last statement.
The engineer was already coming at Scout with the tape again. "Can't have you trying to warn your team."
The runner twisted his head away, shouting rude obsenties and generally being as much of a nuisance as possible until BLUs managed to get the tape over his mouth. Even then, he continued to shoot hateful, defiant glances at them, not that they noticed or cared.
"Are you sure you don't want one a us ta stay with ye?" the demoman asked as the BLU team headed downstairs to intercept the RED team.
The sniper waved a hand nonchalantly. "They'll be less likely to notice I'm missin' if there's a lot of you, go ahead."
He looked back at Scout. "You're not going to cause me any problems, are ya, you little mongrel? I got no problem killin' you before I shoot your boyfriend dead."
A few minutes later, the RED team, sans Scout, Pyro, and Demoman had arrived at the BLU base. Surprisingly, before they could reach the door, it had flown open to reveal the BLU team glaring at them.
The soldier, engineer, and scout were at the front, but the medic quickly pushed to the front, taking the place of the spy as the most level headed member of the team. "So, you have caught our spy." He stated, expression neutral.
"Not zhat it was hard." Spy jabbed, a small smile crossing his lips.
"Correct me if I am wrong, though I rarely am, but you have come to negotiate, ja?" The medic continued.
"That's right." Sniper responded evenly. "Our scout for your spy."
"Hmm…" the medic tapped his chin theatrically. "That seems fair, does it not?" This question was directed to his team, who gave various affirmative answers.
The engineer held out a hand. "Alrighty then, give him here."
"Not until we see Scout alive!" Soldier demanded, the rest of the team agreeing.
The demoman poked his head around the heavy. "The laddie is hidden pretty far into the base, it'll take a mite to fetch him."
"We can wait." Sniper said, but Medic quickly spoke up.
"I vouldn't take too long, however, or I shall continue vhat I started…" he gestured none too subtly to the still bleeding gash in the spy's stomach.
The other medic shook his head. "Two can play that game, my friend, and you are too far away to protect your scout…"
Spy did not seem surprised. "It appears we are at an impasse zhen."
"Indeed." The medic responded. "However, we are honourable, and ve vill prove he is alive. Go get the scout." This was directed at the heavy.
"How dare you just give up!" The BLU spy gasped out, looking venomously at his team.
The BLU engineer responded jovially. "Everythin' is under control, pardner, but we need to get you to the medic, you're bleeding real bad."
"Do not worry about me, worry about ze-" But whatever the spy was about to say was lost, as a shot cracked through the air.
"That's it, just a little closer…" The BLU sniper's words were grating on Scout's ears, and he was certain that the man was narrating his thoughts just for Scout's benefit. He never took his eyes away from his scope, but the runner could tell that he was listening for his reactions.
From his position near the wall, Scout couldn't see out the window, and had no idea if Sniper was in position to be shot. Put simply, it was torture.
"Oh, they've stopped ta talk to our team…won't be long now…" The sniper continued.
"Just shut up, alright?" Scout snapped at him, or at least he tried to, but the tape over his mouth muffled the sound.
The sniper chuckled throatily, eyes still trained through his scope. "Ya're nothing without your talk, are ya?"
Scout looked wildly around the room, searching for some way to distract the sniper from his task. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, at least considering how focused Sniper was when he was working, but he was the only one who could save the Australian now.
The sharp pain in his legs was starting to fade to a dull ache, which would have worried Scout had he not been so concerned for Sniper's life. His back was sore too, having been propped against the corner of a pile of crates, which was now digging into his back. The runner leant back against them anyways, wondering if he could shove the crates somehow and cause them to topple, when he jolted forwards at a small stabbing sensation.
A quick peek behind his back showed the sharp end of a nail sticking out of the crate, which the BLU team had obviously overlooked. Another quick glance at the BLU sniper showed that he wasn't paying any attention to Scout, which meant that he needed to act quickly. Scout began to furiously rub his tape bound hands against the nail, sticking himself a few times in the process. It was working though, the nail was just sharp enough to pierce the sturdy duct tape, and Scout could feel it starting to rip.
"Ya're pretty quiet, given up, have ya?" The sniper said, but he still did not look over at Scout, who took full advantage of this. "Who's inferior now…" the BLU sharpshooter muttered, sounding like he was talking more to himself than Scout.
Pulling his wrists apart, the runner could feel the tape starting to give a little, but it still wasn't enough. He started frantically yanking, not caring when the nail dragged across his skin, as long as it caught the tape as well.
Remarkably, the sniper still didn't notice. However, this was not necessarily a good thing for Scout, as it seemed the man had finally zeroed in on his target.
"Hehe…hold still…" The BLU muttered, finger twitching slightly as though preparing to pull the trigger. Serendipitously, this was the exact moment that the tape ripped enough that Scout could pull the rest apart.
Getting one hand free, Scout grabbed the hat from his head and chucked it at the sniper, hitting the side of the rifle and causing it to fire. The sniper cursed loudly, so Scout could only assume he had missed his shot.
When the BLU drew back from his weapon, still cursing angrily, Scout used all of his energy to launch himself from his seated position at the enemy. It hurt more than he expected, but Scout was also no stranger to pain, and he could get through it. He landed against the sniper and immediately started grabbing at any limbs he could reach, knocking the rifle out of the window in the process.
The sniper cursed again. "Ya just gave away our position, ya bloody mongrel!"
"That was the idea!" Scout grunted, although it had been completely accidental.
The sniper was bigger than him, and a little stronger, so Scout knew he couldn't stop him forever. But since he had disposed of the man's primary weapon, he wasn't much of a threat anymore, not to Sniper, at least.
But the man's not completely unfounded hatred for Scout was now becoming evident as he focused on trying to cause Scout as much pain as possible by targeting his legs. This mostly involved kicking as the BLU was using his arms to try to pry Scout off of him, which was proving to be harder than it appeared. As he managed to lock his arms around the sniper's neck to choke him out, the runner hoped that his team hadn't been spooked and retreated, because if they had, it was likely he wouldn't survive the night.
When the shot rang out, all of the RED team immediately went into defensive mode. When Sniper saw that no one was hurt, he immediately began to attempt to spot the other sniper, using his expertise to theorize where he might have been hiding.
The BLU spy thrashed in his grip like a fish, obviously trying to use the temporary distraction to escape, but Sniper refused to let go. Thankfully, the rest of his team were now extremely wary of the BLUs in front of them, and refused to take their eyes off of them.
The rifle that came crashing down from above them, thankfully not misfiring when it hit the ground, made Sniper's search all the easier.
"Not very good at this, is he?" He commented mildly, watching the BLU team realize that their sniper had given his position away. The medic in particular looked like he was about to explode.
"So, trying to snipe us, are you?" Spy didn't look the least bit surprised. "Zhese are hardly honourable actions."
"So sue us!" The demoman shouted. "We're still not givin' the boy back!"
The BLU heavy added. "We may be down two men, but you are down three! It does not look for RED team."
"Where is the rest ov your team?" The medic questioned, looking skeptical.
As if in answer, he was promptly set on fire from behind, flames catching the demoman as well. A few seconds later, the explosion of several bombs rocked the ground as BLU members went flying into the air.
As the BLU medic ran burning into the desert, screaming about fire, the smoke cleared enough to reveal Pyro and Demo, both looking pleased with themselves.
"Ugh, finally!" Medic exclaimed. "Vhere were you? You vere supposed to come right back!"
"We were going to, Doc! But this one-" Demo jerked his head at Pyro, "-wanted to go on a stealth mission, an' I couldn't just leave him alone, could I?"
Spy looked like he wanted to admonish them, but instead he just sighed. "You know what, it worked out this time, but don't make zis a habit."
Pyro shrugged, then wandered away to find someone else to set on fire. Demo waved a hand encouragingly. "Get in here, lads, before they respawn!"
Sniper hurried over to him, calling out, "Have you seen Scout?"
The dark skinned man shook his head. "Wasn't he with Spy?"
"Bugger, they probably left him with the sniper." Sniper cursed, already heading for the nearest flight of stairs. "I'm goin' to find him."
"What? Erm…I'll come with ya, they'll hold the rest off!" The Scotsman said hurrying after him, but sounding very confused. "Was that the BLU spy ya chucked at Heavy just now?"
"He pretended to be Scout and we rescued him." Sniper felt embarrassed to even say those words, but Demoman would find out anyways, so there was no point in keeping it from him.
"So you think he's alone somewhere with the sniper since the rest of 'em are downstairs?"
Sniper nodded distractedly, throwing open the door to the first room and cursing when he found nothing.
"Bollocks, we'd better find him fast, that shooter hates 'im!"
"I know-" Sniper stopped at the sound of several loud thumps coming from a nearby room. "Ya hear that?"
"Aye…Right, here we go!" Before Sniper could say anything else, Demo kicked in the door with one heavy boot and charged into the room.
Sniper quickly followed him, taking a few steps into the room and stopping when he saw Scout and the BLU sniper on the floor. The sniper had his khuriki in his hand, trying to stab it into Scout, who had one hand wrapped around his wrist to stop him. The two were exerting force in opposite directions, and it looked like the sniper was winning, little by little.
Before Sniper could shoot the other man, even though he desperately wanted to, Demoman had already kicked him hard in the head, allowing Scout to grab the khuriki and throw it away from them. Demo continued to kick the BLU sniper, shouting assorted Scottish insults while Scout dragged himself backwards from the fight a little.
The runner stopped when he saw Sniper, and stared up at him, a little suspiciously. "Are ya the BLU spy again?"
"No, luv, he's downstairs, unless he bled to death by now. Your dad stabbed him."
Scout made a face. "Yea, that sounds like something he'd do. No offense though, but I'll believe it when I see it."
Sniper laughed a little. "No, he fooled me too, I don't blame ya at all for not trusting me."
"But ya found him out at least!" Scout protested. "How'd ya do it, anyways?"
Sniper went a little red. "He didn't know about our kiss durin' the blackout…everyone does now, though, sorry."
Scout groaned. "They're gonna give us shit about that later, aren't they? Did it traumatize Spy at least?" he asked hopefully.
Sniper chuckled a little. "Definitely."
The runner exhaled, a little relieved. "Well, at least I got that."
"I hate to break up the happy reunion-" A loud Scottish voice cut in "-but a bit o' help would be nice!" The pair looked over to see Demoman and the BLU sniper still wrestling on the floor. Although Demo's kicks had stunned the shooter, he still seemed to be fighting back, landing a few punches on the dark skinned man.
Sniper's face shifted back to a hardened expression. "Gladly."
Latching onto one side of the BLUs body, Sniper helped Demo force the man's arms to stop fighting back before dragging him to his feet. At this, the sniper stopped struggling, seeming to realize he wasn't going to win against the three REDs in the room.
Scout, still sitting on the floor, perked up. "Oh! Can ya fellas throw him out the window?
"Why?"
"Cause I've been listening to that fucker talk about how he was gonna kill ya for the last half hour, an' even though I want to, I can't do it, because…broken legs."
Sniper laughed. "Personally, I'd rather run him over with a steamroller-slowly-but if that's what you want…"
"I like the way you think, legs! Tell ya what, we can do that next time!"
The BLU sniper snarled as Demo and Sniper dragged him over to the window. "Fuck both of you!"
Scout just laughed. "No thanks, one sniper is enough for me."
"I'd better be." Sniper threw over his shoulder as the two picked up the BLU sniper, who continued to yell insults and slurs.
"Ack, enjoy your flight lad-out ya go!" Demo shouted with glee as he and Sniper half threw-half pushed the BLU out of the window. A few seconds later a loud crunch was heard, and the demolitions man stuck his head out to survey the damage.
"Oh, he won't be getting up anytime soon!"
"Good." Sniper was already heading back to Scout's side. "How are ya feelin', Bun?"
"You would not believe how much my legs hurt." Scout said casually. When Sniper gave him an annoyed look, he carried on. "Oh yeah, I'm like 90% sure I'm dying right now. Slowly. But still dying."
The marksman didn't waste anymore time, picking Scout up and heading for the door. "Then let's get ya to the Medic, cause I'm not losin' you today. I'll show ya the BLU spy on the way…unless he respawned, in which case we'd better watch out."
Scout seemed a little doubtful, but put his arms around Sniper's neck. "Alright, deal. C'mon Cyclops!" he called to Demo, who had, naturally, stopped for a drink.
When the trio reached the landing at the top of the stairs, chaos seemed to be reigning on the lower floor. REDs and BLUs were running about wildly, but though the RED team was down in numbers, they seemed to be winning. Pyro was gleefully lighting anything blue alight, while Heavy and Medic were standing by the main exit, letting REDs out and mowing down any BLUs that tried to approach.
Demoman immediately jumped into the fight with a loud shout of "SCOTLAND!"
Sniper pointed to a disgruntled navy blue figure stuffed into a crate that was sitting on the floor behind the Heavy/Medic duo, obviously being guarded.
"There's the BLU spoi, in that crate, see 'im?"
Instead of answering, Scout used his arms to haul himself upwards a little and kiss Sniper on the cheek. "I see him, and I'm really glad that I'm finally talkin' to the real you."
Sniper's eyes softened and he rested his head against Scout's. "Me too, luv."
"There is no room for canoodling on the battlefield!" A shout came from below them, which turned out to be Soldier, holding his rocket launcher. "Alright men, we've got what we came for! RETREAT!"
The REDs who had remained inside the building filed out under cover fire provided by Heavy and Soldier, running back across the desert amid parting shots from the BLU demoman and soldier, that thankfully did no damage.
And if a few of them kicked the broken body of the BLU sniper on their way by, well, who could truly blame them?
A few hours later, Scout and Sniper were lying on the bed in the Australian's campervan. The sun had finally set, so the pair were laying in the dim light of one of Sniper's lamps. Even though Medic had spent nearly an hour thoroughly healing Scout's legs, the marksman was extremely hesitant to let Scout walk for very long, and had carried him, amid protests, to his van to 'rest'.
Not that Scout had really minded, Sniper seemed to really want to spend time with him, and if that wasn't a big turn on for Scout, he didn't know what was. Besides, the runner wanted to stay close to him too, considering the events of the day. He could tell by the way Sniper looked at him, grey eyes warm and gentle, and the hesitant way he touched Scout, as though he was unsure of himself, that he wasn't a spy. Touching the marksman reassured him that Sniper was safe, and it seemed Sniper felt the same way from the way his hands continually brushed Scout's arms and torso.
Even though it wasn't said aloud, Scout could sense how worried Sniper had been about him. It was endearing how much the sharpshooter cared about him, and the runner had the urge to roll over and kiss him. So he did.
Sniper kissed back, his left hand extending to cup the side of Scout's face. When they pulled apart, their bodies stayed close, Scout snaking his arm under Sniper's to drape it over his body. The runner shot him a little smile when he saw the slightly downcast expression on Sniper's face.
"What's wrong, Snipes?"
"Just thinkin' about what happened today…how it could of gone differently, for both of us."
Scout shuffled uncomfortably on the bed. "Yea…but it didn't! So that's good, right?"
"I guess I'm just lucky that other sniper dropped his rifle, I don't know what would have happened if-"
"Wait, hold on, dropped his rifle?" Scout laughed. "Dude, that was me! I knocked it out the window when I attacked him before he could shoot ya!"
Sniper blinked for a moment before grinning and pulling Scout into a tight embrace. "Of course ya did…you're bloody incredible."
Scout puffed up visibly. "Damn right I am!" He kissed Sniper again, a little longer this time, as though to punctuate his point. "I like kissin' you." he said contemplatively.
"Me too, Roo. I'm glad this bet is finally over."
The runner picked up his head a little. "Oh what, it's over?"
Sniper glanced at the arm resting on Scout's body and squinted at his watch. "Technically it's not Saturday for another half hour, but I think we can agree, I won."
"I dunno if I would agree with dat…" Scout said in a teasing voice.
Sniper just raised an eyebrow at him. "Ya aren't runnin' away now, an' you've been here a lot longer than 10 seconds.'
"That doesn't count." The runner responded with a cheeky smile.
"Why not?"
Scout couldn't come up with an answer quickly enough for the marksman, who shook his head a little.
"Alroight, you want it by tha book? Come 'ere-" Sniper suddenly rolled himself to the left, grabbing Scout's wrists and ending up on top of him in a position that felt very familiar.
Scout laughed, albeit a little awkwardly. "Oh we're doin' this again? How do ya know I won't kiss ya again, ya seem to find that pretty distracting…"
The sharpshooter smiled a little, but stayed focused, dark hairs starting to fall into his face since he had taken his hat off. "Oh I know ya want ta kiss me, that's what I'm counting on…"
He started to lean forwards, and Scout anticipated the feeling of the marksman's lips against his, but instead, Sniper leaned down further and began to kiss Scout's neck.
Scout gasped, his body reacting immediately to the warm lips against his pale neck. A small moan escaped his throat when the man above him bit down gently on the side of his neck.
A warm chuckle reverberated through Sniper's chest, sending tingles through Scout's body as well. "Ya like that?"
"Snipes…don't tease…" Scout whined back.
"Wot, you mean like you've been doing to me this week?" Sniper nipped at the other side of Scout's neck. "If ya want this to end, count for me."
"What?" Scout mumbled, having a hard time concentrating when Sniper started kissing his throat. He was very sensitive there, and his hips were starting to buck, trying to rub against Sniper.
To his frustration, the other man was not reciprocating. Instead, he dragged his tongue over Scout's skin before muttering in that thick, gravelly voice "If ya want this to be over, and for me to kiss you, count back from ten for me."
As Sniper went back to his task of thoroughly taking Scout apart, the runner's lust filled mind could only obey. "10…9…8-ahh-7…6-mmm-fuck-5…4,3,2,1-you win, you win, just please touch me!"
Sniper chuckled again, pulling back from Scout's neck. "You just had to ask, Bun." He leaned in and captured Scout's mouth, releasing one of the runner's hands to reach down and rub him through his pants. Scout's free hand immediately started grabbing at Sniper's shirt, fisting in the red material as he whimpered and moaned unabashedly into Sniper's mouth.
When the sharpshooter pulled back to give the boy a chance to breathe, Scout gasped out "Take off your shirt…wanna feel you…"
Sniper grinned at him. "You're the one who has to do whatever I tell ya, luv."
Scout scowled cutely at him, his face flushed. "Oh ya're usin' that already?"
"Naw, I think ya want this just as much as I do, so I'm going to sit on it for a while."
The sharpshooter sat up to take off his shirt, grinning at the smaller man. "Ya gotta take your shirt off too though, luv."
Scout smirked. "Just try an' stop me, legs." He struggled to sit up as much as he could with some of Sniper's weight on his legs. While he pulled at his red muscle shirt, Scout's curiosity prompted him to ask "Ya know what ya want me to do yet, though?"
Sniper's sharp eyes focused on Scout's torso, watching hungrily as his lean, pale body was revealed.
"I've got a few ideas…"
And then they had hot gay sex... Stay tuned for the smutty epilogue...
