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The spy made an obnoxious sort of laugh, looking at the Sniper and shaking his head. "You've never killed a lover before? Zen again, I suppose that is more of a 'spy' thing to do..." it was funny how easily he could tell what the Sniper was thinking. He couldn't kill a man he'd slept with so easily... while the Spy had done it many times before... but that was for freelance work, not for fun or anything.
He looked up quickly, flushed and embarrassed as he stared at the Spy who looked so cool as he smoked and didn't seem to care at all about what had happened between them.. "That's not what I was thinking.." Sniper mumbled softly and held onto his rifle, holding it tightly while he finished is cigarette and stubbed it out, looking around the strange place they were.. it seemed like a tunnel or something.. Very slowly he tried to get up but his back twinged again and he gave up, sighing softly as he bent his legs a little and glanced back at the Spy, realizing that he was kind of acting like a school girl.. blushing and acting this way.. but he couldn't help it.. it had been such a long time since he had been that close with someone.. let alone another man.. but it hurt from the way the Spy didn't seem to.. care. Clearing his throat, the Sniper looked up and around before his eyes landed back on the Spy and he stared at him. "Hey uh.. 'm sorry.. for uh.. that day.. ya know.. with the.. mask thing.. I didn't.. mean for that to happen.. I know it made ya mad.."
At the mention of their late night encounter, the Spy coughed a little, choking on a mouthful of smoke. He laughed awkwardly as smoke tumbled from his mouth. "It uh... ees fine." he refused eye contact, but could feel the Sniper looking at him. "You know... you are the first unrelated person to see my face and live..." he admitted, unsure why he did it. It just sort of escaped his mouth.
He really didn't take his eyes off of the Spy as he spoke, watching the man cough and he almost reached over to pat his back but decided against it and just swallowed hard.. The Sniper blushed a little and squeezed his neck, it was an obvious nervous habit he had and he cleared his throat a little and licked his dry lips. "Well.. guess now's the time to change that if ya wanted to.." The man said, mostly out of nervousness.. since he really didn't mean it.. but the moment the words left his lips he tensed up a bit and stared at the Spy as his throat tightened. "Or.. you know.. I won't tell no one.. dunno if they'd believe me anyway.. none of them really like me as it is." Sniper said quietly and looked down, reaching down to brush some dirt off of his boot.
Sighing, the thin man rolled his neck, trying to work out some kinks. "Well if I killed you, you would just respawn, since this ees during a war. Then I'd be all alone." he finally looked the Sniper's way, feeling a bit of sympathy. "Ah, I bet eet is the Scout mostly, non? Zey are young... have no respect. Don't let eet bother you. Medics are generally good people, yes? Heavies too... Soldiers aren't worth zee time, and they don't even catch on to flirting. So dense, zeese men..."
Flicking a piece of rock off of his boot he blinked and looked up at the Spy, watching his speak and he leaned back a little, trying to ease some of the tenseness out of there.. he knew he'd have to go see the damn medic about it.. even if he did respawn it would be sore as hell. "None of'm really talk to me. Maybe they're different on your side. Don't know anything about my other teammates other'n they like to eat all the bloody food before I get there.." He grumbled a little and slid his hat off to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand.
"You should talk to ze Demo, they are both drunkards, right? Drunks are usually good people..." that twisted logic wasn't exactly right... but no one told him otherwise. He noticed how Sniper was leaning and moving, his back and bottom obviously sore. "Would you uh, like me to 'elp? Lay on your stomach, ma petit asperge." he said with a smile, scooching over slowly.
"Maybe.." He said with a blink.. realizing he had never really talked to the demo before.. maybe they would be nice.. Before he could think on it anymore he glanced back at the Spy and felt his cheeks heat up a little bit, wanting to tell him that he was fine but before he could he was being told to get on his stomach and that smile.. the way the Spy smiled.. an easy and dangerous grin.. it made the Sniper swallow hard and slowly move. It was painful moving from his sitting position but with a few pained grunts he managed to get onto his stomach, realizing that the floor they were on was surprisingly smooth but he was tense with not knowing what the Spy wanted to do..
As Sniper did what he was told, the Spy straddled him gently, resting on the man's soft rump. He pulled up the blue shirt and slipped gloved fingers underneath, gently starting to knead the flesh. He paused for a moment, and took his hands out. "Cette coutume de faire..." he mumbled to himself, pulling his gloves off. He put his hands back under, cool, soft fingers pressing into the warm flesh of Sniper's back. "Better."
Sniper blinked in surprise when he felt a warm weight settle on his bottom, making him blush darkly and rest his head against his arm, eyes closing when the man's hands pulled his tucked in shirts out and slid over his slightly bruised back, making him jump slightly when those fingers started to push into his skin. A sigh left the Sniper and he felt the Spy stop and say something to himself that he didn't understand.. and suddenly those fingers were back but they were cool and it made him jump but instantly relax from how good they felt.. a satisfied noise leaving the Sniper's lips.
The RED member smiled softly, glad to see how the Sniper visibly relaxed as he began the massage. The noise was rather cute too, but he would never say that. "Bien, non?" he asked, a rather easy to translate question. His hands were rather skilled, pushing and kneading the sore parts to the point that it was almost hurting, but didn't, right on the edge.
"Mmm.. yeah.." The man mumbled in response as the long fingers pressed into his tense muscles.. making the Sniper tense up as he thought he would be on the verge of being in a lot of pain but then the Spy would ease up and it would feel really really good.. he didn't even know that someone could do this with their hands. Letting out small little sighs every time he was in the verge of pain, his hands would tense up and grasp at the floor but would relax afterward, sure that one of these times it would hurt but somewhere in the back of his head he.. trusted the Spy.. which he didn't know if that was good or bad..
It was almost... adorable, how Sniper would tense and twitch as he massaged harder, and then would relax very visibly and sigh in content. It was like he trusted him... would that be a good choice in the future? He leaned in, his crotch pressing innocently to the man's rump, and talked quietly in his ear. "How does it feel, mon ami?"
His eyes widened a little when he suddenly felt the Spy move.. pressing himself against his bottom and.. he wasn't sure what to think of that.. he had never had a man want him in that way before and the whispered words in his ear only made the Sniper more flustered than he already was, swallowing hard. "It.. it feels good.. really good.." The flushed man whispered softly, trying to hide his face and the fact that he was blushing so deeply but it was hard to in a position like this..
Getting the reaction he wanted, the Spy pulled back, relieving the light pressure of crotch on ass. He continued the expert massage, humming lightly, and taking a moment to flick away ashes. "Sniper? How do you feel about me?" he wondered if they were still truly enemies. They were supposed to be, but that was just a RED vs. BLU thing... not a personal vendetta. Could opposite side people be friends despite their affiliations?
A little sigh escaped him and he returned to enjoying the massage he was getting.. those hands were making the man melt and there was nothing he could do about it. Hearing the Spy ask him something, the Sniper turned his head and glanced back, swallowing for a moment at the strange question.. He blushed and scratched his cheek, shifting a bit under the warm man who was sitting on him and licked his lips. "Never.. met anyone like ya.. guess I never really thought 'bout it before.." The Sniper mumbled softly and moved to look back at the spy again, staring at his angled face.. thinking about what he looked like without his mask on.. "You're a good bloke.. I like ya.. even though we're supposed to be enemies.. I can tell that.. you got somethin' good in ya.. unlike some o' these other guys.." He said quietly, resting his face against his hand, unsure if that's what the Spy wanted to hear but he just went with the truth.. because he figured telling the truth was always the best way to go, even if it got you killed.
He continued massaging the sore body even as the older man spoke, eying him curiously and taking in every word. At the blunt 'I like ya', he flushed enough to be seen under his mask, breaking the eye contact for a moment and pushing a little softer as his mind worked. "...I enjoy your company too." he couldn't bring himself to say 'like', but hoped the Sniper would get what he meant... maybe they could make something happen...
That made the Sniper smile.. knowing that the Spy liked his company even though they hadn't spent that much time together.. he knew that it meant a lot because the Spy seemed.. distant to things like this. "Glad ya like it then.. might be stuck down here for a while, woulda stunk if it had been with someone else, yeah?" Sniper smirked a little and glanced back at the man, seeing his slightly flushed face.. and that made him feel pretty happy.
"Mm, oui. If eet was a scout, I would have killed him immediately. I'd rather be alone then with that annoying brat. Pyro..." he shivered. "I'd hate to be alone with him." it was a well known fact that the spies on both sides hated the other side's pyros, they always seemed to target them... bastards. "I supposed medic or demo wouldn't be too bad... but.. you are still first choice."
He smiled again and let out a soft laugh, moving slightly so he could see the Spy in a better light, his back feeling completely better now.. "Means a lot to me.. thanks." Sniper said softly, staring back at the man sitting on him.. a nice quiet moment and he felt like kissing him so badly and he almost did so until he heard something.. something familiar.. and all at once someone was jumping down with them with the loud noise of plastic and muffled noises and the Sniper was up all at once, grabbing the Spy's arm to tug him away, not really realizing what he was doing..
"You're welcome..." he replied quietly, smiling and sitting up, the massage over. He got off of him, sitting next to him and waiting for him to sit up, and honestly, he was probably going to kiss him. But then there was a blur of blue, and that familiar 'hudda hudda' that made his burn scar twinge. BLU Pyro. He was freaking out and Sniper tugged him away slightly, making him flush again. He couldn't stay here with that fire-loving freak. Using his devilishly good skills, he grabbed the Aussie's machete and forced it into his hand, then with all his strength, plunged it into himself. Since they were facing away from the Pyro, it looked like the Sniper did it himself. The French man doubled over in pain, giving the other man a secret smile. "Au revoir, bebi." he mumbled, before fading away, effectively killed. It wasn't too bad, at least he was out of the hole... if there was time, he'd go back and kill Sniper to get him out, after he respawned.
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