I DID IT! I FINISHED A MULTI CHAPTER FIC! Who knew that TF2 would be the fandom I'd do it in, no regrets though. WARNING: This chapter is Explicit. And contains gay sex. You have been warned ;)
A week or so later, the RED team was leaving the battlefield after a very decisive victory. Once the Administrator had found out what the BLU team had done, she had initiated a series of punishments including reduced ammo and switching out some of their weapons for older, less effective ones. It was rumored the hot water at the BLU base was also temporarily turned off. Although Scout suspected that she did this more out of not wanting to hunt down and hire a new Scout and Sniper than concern for his team, her actions had made their lives much easier.
The BLU team had only won one match since the restrictions were implemented, and even then, it was extremely close, and due mostly to an Uber-charged heavy. Every other match had been a RED victory, and today was no different.
Scout picked out Sniper amongst the other mercenaries; since they were coming from different directions he always had to meet up with the marksman after matches. Sometimes they would go to the locker room with the rest of the team to shower and change, but other days, when their passion was running particularly high, they would immediately head to Sniper's van for another activity that involved taking off their clothes.
From the look Sniper was giving him, Scout could tell it was going to be one of those days.
He approached the marksman with a wide smirk, raising one eyebrow. "Ya wanna go have some fun, Snipes?"
Sniper smiled back at him. "Well, if you're offerin'..."
"I'm always offerin', now come on!" Without saying anything to the group, Scout grabbed Sniper's hand and dragged him away towards the campervan, the sharpshooter complaining playfully about his speed.
Engineer glanced over at Spy, whose posture was even stiffer than normal. "You're never going to get used ta that, are ya?"
"Non." Spy said shortly, snatching the bottle of whiskey that Demoman was just about to open from his hands. "Zis is mine now, I need it more than you."
As soon as the door was closed behind them, Scout had already thrown himself into Sniper's arms and started kissing him exuberantly. The marksman had to use his height to pull away and out of Scout's reach, which made the runner start complaining immediately.
"C'mon Snipes, what gives? I thought ya wanted this?"
"Oh, I do, but I need to talk to ya for a second first."
Scout huffed a little but backed off, following Sniper deeper into the camper. "Gonna give me blue balls, geez."
When Sniper sat down in the booth that surrounded his table, he expected Scout to sit across from him, but instead, he found himself with a lap full of the runner.
"Scout…" he growled warningly, but Scout just grinned cheekily.
"Relax, I'll be good-unless ya don't want me ta be, of course…"
Sniper swallowed heavily. "Crikey Roo, just sit still for a minute, alroight?"
"Fine…" Scout gave his hips a little wiggle anyways, under the guise of 'settling in'.
Sniper clamped his hands onto said hips and took a deep breath. "Scout…ya know how ya have to do one thing I tell ya to, since I won the bet?"
"Yea…" the runner answered, a little warily.
"Well, I…I know what I want you to do now." Sniper continued, painfully aware of how much he was sweating from the nerves. It wasn't that he thought Scout would say no, but he was still embarrassed to ask in case the runner teased him.
Scout looked slightly nervous, though he was desperately trying to hide it. "An' what's that? It ain't gonna be in front of the other guys, right?"
"No, no one else is going to see you the way I want you."
Scout visibly relaxed, and leaned in a little closer to his boyfriend. "The way ya want me, huh? I like the sound of that…" Before Sniper could stop him, Scout leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "What'd ya have in mind, legs?"
Sniper rubbed the back of his neck, looking apprehensive. "I, um, I want ya to-aw piss…maybe I'd better just show ya."
Scout followed him agreeably towards his bed, practically buzzing with curiosity and anticipation. He did raise an eyebrow when the marksman reached under the bed and pulled out an ordinary cardboard box.
"I'm not really following here, legs."
Sniper waved him off, pulse pounding in his ears. "Just-just take the box-Don't Open It!" he blurted when Scout attempted to do just that. "I want ya to go in my bathroom and put on what's in the box, then ya can come back out-alroight?"
"Okay, okay, yeah!" The runner responded, already heading for the small bathroom. He gave the box a little shake as he went, but he heard nothing.
Sniper dropped back down onto a seat when he heard the door click closed. He knew that Scout's curiosity would prompt him to tear into the box immediately, and his mind began to panic about what the younger man might say. To distract himself, he started pulling off his fingerless gloves, since he enjoyed touching Scout's skin with his bare hands.
Speaking of the runner, a surprised sound came from the bathroom, followed by a little chuckle. "Snipes, ya kinky bastard…I shoulda known tha nicknames were gonna lead somewhere…"
The marksman wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "Ya don't have to wear 'em if ya don't want to…I'm not going to force you."
Scout sounded remarkably relaxed as he called back. "Naw, I'll do it, I can make anything look good, afta all."
There were some rustling sounds from the bathroom, and then the sound of Scout's belt hitting the ground, a sound that Sniper was quickly getting used to.
"Should I take everything else off or do ya want me to keep anythin' else on?"
This question solidified in Sniper's mind that this was really happening, Scout was willing to play out one of the fantasies he'd had about the runner for the past weeks. He could hardly believe his luck, but he wasn't about to question it. His cock twitched eagerly as he answered "Just-would ya keep your socks on?"
Scout sounded extremely self-satisfied as he called back "Ya like my socks, do ya?"
"I like 'em on your legs, Bun."
"Alright then I think I'm done, ya ready for this?"
Sniper had never been more ready for anything in his entire life, but his words still caught in his throat as he hurried to stand and reply. "Yea…yea, I'm ready."
When the door opened and Scout came back out, Sniper swallowed heavily, certain all of the blood in his body was rushing to his groin.
Scout was wearing very little: only his usual white knee high socks and a pair of simple white panties that hugged his slim hips in a way that made Sniper's mouth dry. But the part of the outfit that really caught the marksman's eyes was the pair of white rabbit ears sitting on Scout's head. The ears were a soft white, with pink inner ears, and one was bent slightly while the other stood upright. With the perky ears on his head, Scout looked even more like an alert little bunny than usual.
Although Sniper couldn't see it from where he was standing, he knew that there was also a fluffy cotton tail attached to the back of the panties to complete Scout's transformation into a very sexy bunny.
"Umm…Snipes, ya're kinda staring…" Scout, although comfortable with showing off his body, was blushing a little from how intensely Sniper was studying him. "Does that mean y'like it?
"C'mere…" Sniper rasped in answer, and the two of them met in the middle, the sharpshooter grabbing Scout's face with both hands for a deep kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Sniper's hands trailed down to Scout's hips, pulling them flush against his. "How could I not like this?"
Scout chuckled, though it sounded strained. "I can feel how much ya like it." He rolled his hips against the marksman's, their semi-hard lengths rubbing together in a tantalizing friction. "Soo…a bunny, huh? Gotta say I'm a little surprised, Snipes. Didn't ya hunt bunnies in Australia?"
"I hunt 'em here too, mate. And it looks like I caught a real cute one."
Scout grinned at him. "Oh yea? Well, what do ya do to bunnies that ya caught?"
Sniper lowered his head a little, lips brushing at the side of Scout's neck. "Usually, I eat 'em, but if you can be a good little bunny, I might just have ta keep ya."
With that, the sharpshooter tossed his hat to the side and started kissing Scout's neck. He was quickly becoming familiar with the spots where Scout was sensitive, and he had the runner whimpering and grabbing at his shoulders very quickly. Sniper's hands trailed from Scout's hips to his ass, gripping and squeezing the perky round cheeks.
The panty fabric was soft under his hands, and Sniper's hands occasionally brushed the little cotton tail resting just above Scout's hole, which only made him hotter. He started adding teeth to his ministrations, nipping the soft skin on both sides of Scout's neck with a deep growl.
The runner moaned a little and tipped his head back, but still maintained his talkative nature. "Heh, I knew that ya-mm-saw my panties that day…didn't think they'd get ya so fired up, but-ohh-I like it."
Sniper drew back from his neck, but continued to knead Scout's ass. "Fired up? Bun, after I saw ya wearing these-" he punctuated the statement with a little slap to Scout's ass "-I spent the whole match half hard and jerked off as soon as I was alone to the thought of you wearin' them and nothin' else."
Scout jumped a little from the short blow. "But…these aren't the same ones. If ya liked those so much, I'll have ta wear 'em again sometime."
"Fuck, yea." Sniper all but growled, claiming Scout's lips again while the runner kissed back enthusiastically. Scout stretched upwards, despite the fact that their height difference wasn't all that pronounced, trying to find a more pleasurable angle for them to grind together. His still bandage wrapped hands began to press down rather insistently on Sniper's shoulders, but the sharpshooter put a stop to it by gently pushing him back, enough to put a few inches between them.
Scout practically pouted. "Hey, what gives? I thought ya liked it?"
"Trust me, luv, I do, but I don't want this to be over too quick eitha."
With that, he walked around the surprised Scout and sat down on the edge of his bed, toeing off his boots as he did so. Scout perked up a little, and tried to straddle his lap, but Sniper stopped him by grabbing his thighs.
"No, you kneel."
The runner-turned-bunny gave him an incredulous look, scrunching up his nose. "Like, on tha floor?"
Sniper raised an eyebrow. "Wot, you too good for that? If you want to come on the bed, ya have to earn it." He gestured between his legs.
Scout pretended to be annoyed at being told what to do, but Sniper could see the eagerness in his blue eyes as he dropped to the floor rather abruptly and began stroking his hands up Sniper's legs. When he reached Sniper's belt, Scout's eyes dropped to his task, rabbitish front teeth biting his lower lip. Sniper wasn't sure if it was an intentional seduction tactic or just Scout focusing, but this action combined with the bunny ears and having Scout between his legs only served to turn him on more.
On the ground, Scout eagerly divulged him of his belt, tugging open his pants with little fanfare. Once the brown pants were open as wide as they could go, Scout reached for Sniper's nearly erect cock, which was already leaking precum, but the Australian grabbed his hand.
"Hold on, it'll feel better if ya lose these." He untucked the end of the bandages wrapped around Scout's right hand and started unravelling them. The runner attempted to loosen the bandages on his left hand, but was unsuccessful, so he sat fidgeting on the floor, eyeing Sniper's length like a pleasant treat.
Sniper finished unwrapping Scout's hand, but instead of releasing it, brought it to his mouth and started kissing the exposed palm. The runner made a little whining noise and squirmed uncomfortably, his white panties tenting in the front.
"Snipess…that feels good, but gimme my hand back, I wanna touch ya!"
"Alroight." The marksman released his hand, only to grab the other one and repeat the process. Scout reached for Sniper's length with his right hand, but the man let go of his left hand to slap it away gently.
"Be good, Bun, and ya'll get your treat."
Scout laughed a little. "A treat, huh? Is this ma carrot or somethin?"
"Don't you bite me." Was all the response he got, but Sniper jerked violently, sucking in a breath when Scout leaned forward and licked up the length of his cock, before pulling away.
"Crikey, luv!"
Scout just beamed at him, looking pleased with himself. "I just wanted ta taste it…"
Sniper all but ripped the rest of the bandage off of Scout's hand, guiding it to his cock without a second thought. "Ya better be ready to finish what you started…"
The runner gave his length a gentle squeeze, already leaning down towards Sniper's cock. His hot breath caressed the Sniper's throbbing member as he muttered "Ya better be ready for the best damn blowjob ya ever had, mistah."
Sniper carded one of his hands into Scout's short hair as the younger man lowered his mouth over the head of his cock. "You-uh-you do give a bloody good blowey, mate."
Scout didn't answer, his mouth too full to make any sound, but he hummed around Sniper's length, sending vibrations down it. Although it hardly seemed possible, the Australian swore his cock got even harder.
Somehow, his partner seemed to sense this, as Scout began bobbing his head a little, taking Sniper deeper into his throat. Scout was a little clumsy with his movements, his large front teeth occasionally scraping Sniper's skin, but the sharpshooter hardly cared. Sex with Scout was always like this: messy, and definitely not smooth, but Scout always gave it all he had, and Sniper loved him for it.
As Scout continued to suck on him, one hand stroking the part of Sniper not in his mouth, his bunny ears flopped about in Sniper's line of sight. The costume's movements gave the illusion that the long, white ears really were Scout's, bobbing on his head as he pleasured Sniper with his mouth.
Unable to resist, the hand not holding Scout's head reached down to pet the soft ears, just as Scout gave a particularly hard suck. Sniper wasn't particularily loud during sex, or any other time for that matter, but a grunt tore itself from his throat as Scout continued to treat his cock like a lolipop.
"Such a-such a good lil' bunny…" he muttered in a rough voice, but Scout must have heard, as he picked up the pace, squeezing the base of Sniper's cock with each glide of his mouth.
The marksman sighed deeply, letting himself revel in the feeling of Scout's warm mouth stroking his sensitive skin. Although the runner hadn't had any experience with blowjobs when they first started sleeping together, he was a fast learner, and Sniper was quickly becoming addicted to the sight of Scout between his legs.
At that moment, Scout pulled his head back a little to look Sniper in the eyes, his mouth still clamped around the Australian's cock. Sniper couldn't understand how he managed to be both cute and sinful at same time, but it had something to do with his big blue eyes.
When Scout reached up with his left hand to fondle Sniper's balls, the marksman pulled the runner's head off his cock with a curse, his hand curled in the short locks.
"Ya better stop that, luv, or else this'll be over real quick."
Scout smiled, and gave Sniper's length a teasing pump with his hand. "I'm okay with that…"
"Stop it, ya little bugger, before I have to tie ya up…"
Scout shivered a little, ears wiggling on his head. "I'm okay with dat too."
Sniper grabbed his chin in a gentle grip, even though Scout was already looking up at him. "Another time, Bun. Roight now, I'm goin' to fuck you."
An eager grin spread across Scout's face, and he leapt up onto the bed without invitation, although Sniper did not attempt to stop him. The runner flopped face-first into the pillow, sticking his panty-covered ass into the air, and giving it a little wiggle.
The sharpshooter groaned. "Crikey, your ass looks good in those."
Scout thrust his ass a little higher. "Come an' get it then, legs."
Instead of warm, calloused hands gripping his ass like he had hoped, Scout felt a plastic bottle being pressed into his hand. He quickly recognized it as the lube they had been using almost daily for the past week. "Wha-"
"You're goin' ta prep yourself for me." Sniper sounded a bit more confident now, lust starting to take over his mind.
But Scout still insisted on making things difficult. "Didn't ya already get your request, Snipes?"
"Maybe…but if ya don't prep yourself, you won't get what you need."
Sniper wouldn't take him dry, Scout knew, but if Sniper wouldn't prep his ass, the only way he was getting any that night was if he did it himself. However, he had never done so before, never seeing the need to try before Sniper.
But sucking off Sniper had left him hard, and if he was honest, he had been hoping for some action all day. He wanted Sniper's cock in his ass, and he was going to get it. A little hesitant, he reached to pull down his panties, only for a hand to stop him.
"Keep those on, just pull 'em aside. Lie on ya back, too, it'll be easier."
"Okay, if ya say so…" The runner flipped over, landing on his back with a thump. He bent his knees, placing his feet shoulder width apart on the bed. However, this was not enough for Sniper, who nudged his feet further apart.
"If ya spread 'em wider, it'll be easier to get your hand in there."
Scout laughed, a little uncomfortably. "Easier for ya to watch, ya mean."
His boyfriend just smiled, starting to unbutton his shirt. "What are ya waitin' for, luv?"
Hating how hot his face felt, Scout inisted nothing was wrong, but Sniper saw right through him.
"C'mon now, wut is it? Ya can tell me."
"Well, obviously I've had lots of sex, been with lots of girls, ya know?" Scout responded, a touch louder than he needed to. "But I've never…done this on maself." He gestured to the lube and in the general direction of his ass.
Sniper, who knew Scout well enough to tell that he was fibbing about his sexual exploits, just chuckled. "Well there's no rush, mate. Just do what I do to ya, and I'll talk ya through a bit too, if ya want."
Scout swallowed, but had no intention of backing down. "Alright, let's do it…" He squeezed some lube onto his right hand and started to reach towards his hole, but again, Sniper's voice stopped him.
"You'll need more than that, your ass is bloody tight."
The Australian's voice was getting thick again, and although Scout didn't have a very good view of him, he saw his red button up drop onto the floor. He could see Sniper in his mind's eye though, pants unbuttoned and chest bare, staring hungrily at his ass. A hand came to rest on Scout's right shin, stroking it gently as though he was encouraging Scout to begin.
Feeling heady from the thought of all Sniper's attention on him, Scout yanked the white fabric aside and rubbed one finger over his asshole, tensing slightly from the cold. After a few seconds, he became used to the slippery sensation, and pushed his index finger inside.
The feeling of tight muscles clenching around his finger was completely foreign to Scout, who involuntarily clenched once his finger was partially in.
"Relax…" Sniper all but growled, hand still stroking Scout's leg. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Scout closed his eyes and tried to block out everything else, focusing on relaxing his ass muscles so that his finger could slip further in. After the initial push, the rest went in fairly easily, and Scout, feeling emboldened, pushed a second finger in.
He was immediately biting his lip and sucking in a breath from the slight burning sensation, telling him that he should slow down. Still, he pushed past the discomfort and gingerly started scissoring his fingers, like Sniper always did.
Speaking of the sharpshooter, he seemed to be enjoying the show. "Take it easy on yourself, Bun, wouldn't want ya to hurt that noice ass."
"Don't wanna wait, want you inside me." Scout grunted out, not fully paying attention, but the Australian took in every word.
"Shite, luv, ya can't just say things like that…" Sniper's hand wandered to his still-hard length and began to lazily stroke it. His cock was still wet from Scout's mouth, but he wanted to be ready to slide into Scout's other hole as soon as he was ready.
"Am I done?" Scout asked hopefully, but Sniper shook his head.
"If ya're gonna take my cock, you'll need at least one more finger."
Scout snorted. "Wow, conceited much?" He was about to keep ribbing at the sniper, but a sudden burst of pleasure cut him off. One of his fingers had brushed against the spot inside of him that Sniper always hit perfectly with his long cock. This spot always made his toes curl and his nerve endings explode with pleasure, and was honestly the reason he was happy to bottom.
Initially, he had been hesitant, since taking another man's cock seemed unnatural to him, but from the first time Sniper had hit that spot with his fingers, he had been addicted.
And now that he had found it, and he could control how much pressure was being applied to the sensitive spot, he eagerly pressed against it, throwing his head back onto the bed as waves of pleasure flowed through him.
"Found your sweet spot, did ya?"
"Mmhm-oh fuck!" Was Scout's response, still stroking prostate repeatedly with his fingers. As the warmth inside of him started to build, he felt the desire to stretch himself even further, so a third finger joined the others.
Sniper smirked a little as he watched the sexy display that was Scout fingering himself. Now that the runner had found his prostate, it seemed that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, hips bucking a little while delicious sounds escaped his mouth.
Maybe he was enjoying himself too much; from the sounds Scout was making, he wouldn't last much longer. Releasing his cock, Sniper moved up the bed until he was kneeling between Scout's legs, looking down at him. His position gave him a spectacular view of the costumed boy in the throes of pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open and panting out little moans.
Gripping Scout's thighs, he ground out: "Don't forget about me, pretty boy."
Scout's frantic fingering paused. "But I'm havin' fun…" He whined teasingly.
"That's good, luv, but I think this'll feel even better…"
Scout's electric blue eyes fixed themselves on Sniper's erect cock, and he seemed to agree, pulling his fingers out of his hole with a squelch. But when Sniper didn't move to replace them with his cock, Scout sat up a little, bunny ears slightly askew.
"I thought ya wanted ta fuck me?"
Sniper lay down next to him, slightly squashed on the small bed. "I will, but I also want ya to ride me."
In response, Scout sat up fully, eager to move on to the best part of the night. This wouldn't be the first time he had ridden Sniper's cock, and the position did help reach the deepest parts inside of him, so he wasn't complaining.
But when he moved to straddle Sniper's waist, the man once again stopped him. Scout almost shouted in frustration, until the marksman explained himself. "Face the other way, I want to watch your pretty ass bounce."
A little smirk crossed Scout's face. "Okay, but jus' fer tonight. You know I like watchin' your face when I'm rockin' your world."
The Australian grunted out a brief affirmative response, watching with affectionate eyes as Scout slung one leg over his torso. Blindly, the runner pushed his panties aside, and grasped Sniper's length, guiding it to his hole.
Both men inhaled as Scout pushed his hips down, a little more forcefully than was necessary, until the head of Sniper's cock was engulfed in the tight heat. Despite his preparation, Scout was still feeling a stretch as he sank further down, bending his knees to ensure he could take the cock deep inside of him.
Sniper groaned a little, deeply and softly, and reached out to grip Scout's hips and stabilize him. He gave the pale skin a squeeze when Scout bottomed out, admiring the sight of his length disappearing into the pink hole hidden between firm ass cheeks.
His partner seemed to take this as a green light to use his strong legs to nearly pull himself off of the length inside of him before dropping back down again. Even though he would not have advised Scout to move so quickly, Sniper knew the man would stop if he hurt himself, and telling him to slow down would be pointless. And he didn't really want him to anyways.
The marksman watched with rapture as Scout's round ass quivered every time the runner brought it down to smack against his balls with a filthy sounding smack. Although the panties were pulled aside, Scout's bunny tail was still in roughly the right position, and only added to his arousal as Scout rode him.
The boy on top of him was very loudly expressing how much he was enjoying essentially fucking himself on Sniper's long cock. A constant stream of swearing and nonsense words spilled out of his mouth, and the sharpshooter picked up a few exclaims of his name, too.
"Bloody Christ, look at you, bouncing on my cock like the cute little bunny that ya are." Sniper growled out, cupping both of Scout's ass cheeks and spreading them apart slightly. Scout made a noise that was halfway between a whimper and a moan. "That feel good, luv?"
"Oh my god, yesss!" Scout practically yelled, but the Australian could also hear that he was panting a little.
"Ya gettin' tired?"
Scout paused in his movements, ass squeezing Sniper tightly as he did. "A bit, I can keep going though."
"Nah, luv, I can finish this." Sniper started to sit up, still buried inside of Scout. "Lie down an' take these off." He snapped the waistband of the panties against Scout's skin, who yelped indignantly and clambered off him.
Lying down on his back, the runner lifted his legs and wiggled the panties off, tossing them blindly somewhere off the bed. No sooner had he done so, Sniper was between his legs, kissing him soundly.
Scout eagerly wrapped his arms around Sniper's neck, kissing him back with just as much, if not more intensity. Their tongues grappled with each other eagerly, and the runner gasped a little into Sniper's mouth when his cock brushed against Scout's ass.
When Scout broke the kiss, Sniper immediately went for his neck, leaving marks that Scout was certain Spy would be shaking his head at the next day. "Snipes-put it back in!" He gasped out, trying to wrap his legs around Sniper's waist.
Instead, the marksman drew back and grabbed his thighs, pulling them away from his waist. "Put 'em over my shoulders. Neither of us are goin' to last long, and thisall feel the best."
Scout instantly obeyed, gripping the bedsheets with both hands as Sniper immediately pushed back in, filling Scout to the brim. Although Sniper couldn't get quite as deep in this position, his cock was able to slide further in and out of Scout, intensifying the pleasurable sliding of skin against skin.
Now Scout was the one being taken for a ride as Sniper slammed into his prostate repeatedly, his aim just as good in bed as it was on the field. The repeated attacks on his sensitive spot left Scout howling, gripping at the bed, his own legs, and Sniper's forearms, trying to ground himself.
"Ahh-fuck, fuck, Snipes, it-it's so good-ohmygod, YES, RIGHT THERE!"
Not missing a beat in his relentless pounding of Scout into the mattress, Sniper muttered: "Touch yaself."
These words sparked Scout to reach for his neglected cock, lying rock-hard and weeping against his stomach. He tried to match Sniper's pace with his hand, though it was hard as the rough thrusts jostled him a little. Nonetheless, he knew he was getting close as his balls tightened and the rolling heat in his stomach increased.
"Snipes-I'm close-I-I'm gonna come, OH GOD-I'm gonna come!"
"Me too, luv…" Sniper ground out.
With a final shout, Scout came onto his hand and stomach, hips spasming wildly as he rode out his orgasm. Sniper's pounding inside of him did not cease until the marksman cursed quietly and came himself a few moments later. The runner groaned a little as a hot burst of come filled his hole, but he didn't protest, too overstimulated to move.
Sniper, on the other hand, separated his sweaty body from Scout's, walking on slightly wobbly legs to grab towels for Scout to clean himself. This was yet another thing Scout appreciated about Sniper: he didn't leave Scout to his own devices after he had come, and he never tried to send Scout away once they were finished. He knew Sniper liked fucking him, of course he did, but he also seemed to like just lying next to Scout, and falling asleep together. It was incredibly sweet, and not something Scout was used to.
He accepted the towel with a quiet thanks, and went about cleaning himself while Sniper rid himself of his pants, since he always slept naked. Scout dropped the towels on the floor too, since he was suddenly too worn out to have any interest in getting up.
This seemed perfectly fine with Sniper, who settled in next to him and wrapped his arms around Scout, kissing the back of his neck.
The runner suddenly remembered the ears on his head, and reached up to remove them, muttering "Probably shouldn't sleep with these on."
Once he (gently) dropped the ears off the bed, Scout rolled over in Sniper's arms to face him. "Was that what ya wanted?"
Sniper chuckled, a warm, open sound that Scout only ever heard when they were alone. "Luv…that was even better."
Scout kissed him, slow and unhurried this time. "Good. Guess I'm glad you won, that was a pretty great idea ya had."
"So, you liked it then?" Sniper asked, sounding hopeful.
"Yea, I did. Although…" Sniper looked worried at this. "I have ta say, if those shitty BLUs hadn't interfered, ya wouldn't have caught me by midnight."
When Sniper raised an eyebrow, the runner just shrugged, as best he could. "It's tha truth."
"I was biding my time, mate." Sniper answered firmly, although he was smiling. "I woulda caught you, even if they hadn't taken ya away."
His gaze was challenging, and Scout, ever competitive, leaned closer to him on the pillow. They were practically nose to nose when Scout looked Sniper straight in his grey eyes and muttered,
"Wanna bet?"
Here we go again... But seriously though, that's it, this is the end of The Roadrunner and The Wiley Dingo! Thank you for joining me on this amazing fanfiction journey, and please keep an eye out for my next Sniperscout fanfic, because I have three fic ideas currently fighting for dominance in my head. I may put a poll on Tumblr about these ideas, and I will add the link if I do. Thank you so much for reading, and stay frosty! 3
