Maddie and I only own play copies of the TF2. We don't own the like... idea or anything. Yeah. I'm good with words.
The next few days of war were awkward, on and off the battlefield. He'd heard whispers again and again about himself being unmasked, and Scout, being such a blabbermouth, had gone and told everyone as soon as he could, as though he'd spotted a unicorn. Maybe he'd sleep with his mother too... as revenge, only. When it was time to fight, he didn't have the same quickness, sore from the secret sex, but he couldn't have Medic heal something like that. He did all he could not to make contact with the BLU sniper during war, but he knew he would have to come face to face with him again, at least he had on another facemask, to hide behind.
The blue Sniper returned to his room in the base.. it was about as messy as his camper was since he had been here so long.. Old pictures were tacked to the wall, ammo and dirty cloths were everywhere and Sniper grabbed his towel and slid out of his cloths and wrapped it around his waist, walking back out toward the showers with his hat still on and his glasses on his nose. Taking a fast shower, stopping in to eat what was left of dinner, the Sniper went back to his room and locked the door and closed the blinds and fell into bed naked with the mask in his hand.. not sure why he was but it was a nice feeling in his hand..
Over the next few days the sniper felt.. strange.. He found a good perch where no one could get a hold of him and watched the goings on of the battle, shooting the Pyro a few times.. he was still pissed at that bastard.. He got the Spy in his sights a few times but he.. didn't take the shot.. he just watched him and more often then not would find himself staring at the way the man's ass moved when he ran.. He'd return back to the base and eat dinner in silence before going back to his room.. holding the mask in his hand.. smelling smoke and sweat and he'd jerk off against his bed just to the smell of the Spy..
It was exactly a week since the incident with the BLU Sniper, and Spy would be ashamed to admit how much the man was on his mind. He'd tugged it to the memories of that night in the Winnebago more than a few times, and sometimes he'd look at the RED Sniper and fight the urge to grope him, since the spies looked so alike. Maybe they could have another one night stand... him and the BLU... but then it wouldn't be just one night... but maybe that wouldn't be too bad...
The alarm rang, signaling the start of today's war, and he was off. He wouldn't mess around today, sniper was the first on his menu of kills, and he hurried to the upper parts of the BLU building, disguised as a scout.
Early the next morning the Sniper was ready to go.. he had his gear and he had his things in hand and when that alarm went off he ran to the spot he had found yesterday, setting up his perch near the bottom of the rickety ass building no one went near.. The Sniper crouched, he took up his rifle and he aimed.. his little blue dot scanning over the building until he caught the top of the Red Heavy's head in his sights and he took the shot, smiling to himself when he took a second and brought him down. "Head shot.." He whispered to himself, getting more comfortable as he took up the rifle again and scanned the building.
It didn't take long to find the sniper's post, asking a BLU soldier the way before killing him. He cleared his throat and tried out the Scout's accent before going into the room, grinning and walking rather gangily, unlike his usual sophisticated waltz. "'Eyyy, Snipey, wassup?" He walked over and peered out the window. "You get any'a them REDs? You see that spy anywhere, you lemme know, I'm lookin fer him." he grasped a fake bat in his hand, just part of the disguise, and his other hand was behind him, pulling out his butterfly knife, readying himself to stab the sniper.
Sniper turned his head so fast that it almost snapped off and he stared at the sight of the cocky Scout walking in, blinking several times as he stood. "I'll.. let you know if I see him.." He said softly, frowning to himself.. because before this he had NEVER talked to the Scout before without being called something derogatory.. and it was when he looked through his scope to see the blue Scout bouncing around did he know something was very wrong. "Oi!" The Sniper yelled as he dodged the thin knife and scrabbled back against the creaking floor boards, reaching back for his machete before he got to his feet, slashed and ran for it.
He was just going in for the kill when the BLU dodged, making him stumble a bit and mutter 'merde' under his breath. "You cannot run for long, mon ami!" he said with a laugh, easily dodging the sloppy slash and running after the Sniper. As they ran he took the time to take out a cigarette, pause and light it, and continue after him, his long legs helping keeping up with the other easily.
This wasn't good.. he was going to get killed by that damn spy.. was he still pissed about being unmasked? Sniper didn't get it! He thought they had had a good time! Already Sniper was out of breath.. he was breathing hard and he knew he couldn't run much longer.. the art of jarate was meant for someone with a sedentary life.. not running.. and he could hear that damn Spy getting close and closer.. He heard something cut the air and dodged the sharp little knife, falling to the ground in doing so and he felt the Spy fall against him and with the weight of them both hitting the floor it gave out and they fell.. fell somewhere very dark and the Sniper broke the Spy's fall and let out a loud yell of pain, his back arching from it before he went limp and passed out.
It wasn't so much the Sniper's fault that he was running after him with such vigor. He'd been frustrated by his teammates whispers, so much so that he'd barely even had time to think of the BLU member. He was just pushing his anger on the man, since they were enemies. As they ran, he took a stab at the sniper and missed, tripping both of them up. It seemed that they were in an older part of the base, as the floor cod around them. He was lucky enough to have the sniper break his fall, and sat up, straddling him slightly. "Sniper? Are you knocked out? réveillez-vous s'il vous plaît. " he shook the sniper gently, trying to coax him from the pain induced sleep.
The Sniper was out pretty good.. he was lax all over and as he was shaken his hat fell off of his head and his glasses got skewed on his face. Finally after one more harsh shake he let out a groan and slowly blinked his eyes open, everything was blurry around him and he could see a light and someone leaning over him. "Fuckin' 'ell.." He groaned loudly and pressed his hand to his head, moving to sit up bit his back twinged and he fell right back down with a little groan of pain, rubbing his head as he finally realized that the man sitting on him was the Spy and he tried to remember what had just happened.. "Where 're we..?"
"Ah, you wake." he gave a sexy smirk from behind his mask, and slipped off the man's lap, sitting on his knees next to him. "Ah, that I cannot say. This isn't my base, after all. I zuppose theese is an old part of the base you all boarded off, per'aps ze basement or somezing. Can you sit up?" he asked, slowly helping his enemy get up. "I would keel you so you could respawn, but I would be left alone, so you will have to deal with zee pain, I'm afraid. Since we can't kill ourselves."
Staring at that sexy smirk that he was given.. it made the man blush a little and he cleared his throat, reaching to fix his glasses and slide his hat back on since he felt naked without it.. "Dunno anythin' about any basement.." He mumbled softly, taking the hand that helped him up and he let out a little groan as he slouched forward, rubbing his lower back with one hand as he glanced at the Spy and stared at him. "So what's the plan then? We just wait down here till someone finds us?" The Sniper asked quietly, trying to be.. polite, since he really hadn't meant to take of the Spy's mask.. and it seemed to piss the man off quite a bit and down here he could probably be tortured without anyone knowing he was here.. so he wasn't going to be an ass. "You don't hafta stay down here with me.. could just go all Scout and jump yer way outta here.."
"Maybe if you all looked at your intel more..." he snorted a little, it was funny to him that a BLU didn't even know his own base. He knew every corner of the RED base, including the hidden rooms. The Sniper's politeness didn't go unnoticed, and he was going to comment when the man suggested he jumped. His face went red, and he looked away. "Ah...qui est... If I do somezing so rigorous... I would tear something that is already sore..." he tried his best to tiptoe around the fact that even now his ass was sore. They had fucked so vigorously, so many times that night, that he had been sore since. Had he been more brave, he could've gone to the medic and had it healed a little faster, but instead he quietly suffered.
Sniper stared at the Spy next to him, blinking when he saw a bit of red around the eye holes in his mask and then the man looked away and he wondered what that was about.. Soon his question was answered and it was the Sniper who was turning dark red now and he looked down and swallowed hard, shifting a little, feeling bad since he knew he caused the Spy's pain and he could only imagine what it was like to be.. that sore. "Right.. 'm uh.. sorry.." He mumbled quietly and kept his head down, rubbing the back of his neck nervously since he knew he probably deserved to be stabbed right about now but it would he awful to be in this damn hole alone.. "Is there.." Sniper started as he glanced up to stare at the Spy's profile. ".. anythin' I can do?"
"Not unless you can fuck zee pain away." he laughed, before blushing and coughing awkwardly. He took out his cigarette case, only four left. He offered one to the Sniper, unsure if the man had a chance to grab his own before their chase. "Zey are normal, no menthol, I don't know what type you smoke." He had one in his mouth already, just begging to be lit and turned to ash.
That definitely made the Sniper turn a dark red color as he stared at the Spy, swallowing hard.. unsure of how to answer that.. He watched the man take out his little cigarette case and remembered that he had grabbed his that morning so he slid the beaten up packet out of his pocket and stuck one between his lips, his cigarettes were bent and broken.. not as luxurious as the Spy's were. With a quick flourish of his hand he slid out his silver lighter and lit the Spy's cigarette before his own and slid it back into his pocket, taking in a breath of dark heavy smoke before blowing it out to the side, scratching his cheek with his other hand.. still unsure of what he could do to help.. since he was pretty sore as well but he didn't want to say anything since he knew the Spy was in more pain than he was.. "Maybe someone'll spot us down here.." He mumbled softly, attempting to make things not so.. tense.
He didn't mind when Sniper took one of his own cigarettes, more for himself. He put the fancy metal case back in his pocket, and watched the man lean over and light his. Luckily, his face was mostly covered, but he could see Sniper's blush well. "Well..." he took a long pause to smoke and exhale. "It'd be hard to not notice a huge hole in ze floor. But zen again, everyone is so busy with ze war, we might not be found until the fighting's over for today." it was an unfortunate idea, since the war usually lasted all day. He sat back off his knees, cracking a shoulder and groaning quietly. "Maybe we could kill each other, if we time it right..."
"Mm.." He answered and shifted a little. "No one comes 'round here either.. 's why I picked the spot.." He mumbled softly, taking a few drags off of his cigarette as he glanced at the Spy and stared at him for a moment, swallowing when the Spy groaned in the quiet around him and he had to look back down. The thought of.. killing the Spy didn't make the Sniper happy.. he was a man of respect.. and he wanted to show the Spy respect.. he was torn between dying for the Spy but that would mean the man would be down here by himself.. but he couldn't bring himself to kill this man he had been so intimate with the night before.. so he kept his head down and clenched his jaw a little. "I dunno if that would be a good idea.."