The Sniper couldn't help himself. He knew it was wrong. But they were winning, the front lines were pushing forward. His post abandoned the Sniper found himself, pressed against the back wall of his nest, hands firmly in his pants. He must have jerked off four, five times since the BLU assassin had abused him so delicately. The Frenchman's words were spinning around in his head. Imagining the BLU Spy and his predecessor together... he couldn't help himself.

There it was. The faint groan from apparently nowhere. And it wasn't one of his own. Someone else was in the nest with him.

His eyes opened, rough hand gripping his length, his trousers round his thighs. He knew the Spy was there, and he didn't care. It just made him harder thinking of how many times he'd come thinking of the other man. It was sick, so fucking sick, but he couldn't stop. The silence around him gave no other hint that the BLU was there. Until something curled around the tip of his length. Something warm and wet. Then the presence in front of him could be felt between his legs. Gloves hands gently removing his own hands and replacing them. A muffled groan ringing out into the air.

"Spy..." it wasn't a growl, or an accusation. The Sniper was almost begging, his legs threatened to give out after the first hint of contact. His eyes fluttered closed. This was the shit that was flooding his fantasies. He couldn't get this man out of his mind. The cloaking device was deactivated. The BLU was revealed slowly, on his hands and knees in front of him, between his legs, mouth sucking in his length eagerly.

"Jesus... fuck..." The Sniper was gasping, one hand still pressed against the wall, holding him up. The other slowly came down to brush the top of the Spy's head. Masked as always. No hint to what type of person lay underneath it. Just another Spy. Looking the same as the rest. Dressing the same as the rest. The warmth of the other's mouth slid more so down the Sniper's erection, sucking and lapping, groaning. Pushing roughly to meet with him, the Sniper groaned, "Spy... Jesus... I... " he gasped a laugh. "Guess y'got a thing for Snipers eh?"

Of course the other couldn't reply to that. His eyes were closed and he seemed like he was in such a state of rapture, that he would probably not respond until he was finished. It was hard to tell what the other was thinking. Maybe he was comparing the two Snipers in his mind? Maybe he was dreaming it was his old lover? Maybe he was just content to have someone, anyone...? If that was true, then the Sniper was only too happy to have him there. His mouth was so hot and wet. He sucked like a true pro, the Australian couldn't believe a guy could be this good, but he found himself less disturbed when he thought about it. None of them had seen hide nor hair of a woman since they got here.

The occasional groan from the Spy vibrated around his length, mouth working hard and fast, saliva trailing down the Sniper's cock with each suck. One gloved hand massaged underneath the dripping shaft, whilst the other pumped at the length gently. The Sniper wasn't going to last, he had already worked himself up with a frustrated fist and soon he was groaning and coming hard into the Frenchman's mouth, "Shit... shit... shit... shit... oh, fucking..."

No one had sucked him off like that in a long while, especially not to a soundtrack of creaking wood and gunfire. The fluid was gulped down with as much eagerness as the Spy dared show. He pulled back, his mouth open, tongue lapping around the shaft, cleaning every last drop he could get. Then he sat up, on his knees, and pulled his cigarette case and a new lighter out of his jacket pockets. As usual, the suit seemed to remain both on and immaculate. Smoke drifted gently around him.

"That was..." the Sniper was bad at finishing his sentences, especially when recovering from something like this, "Fuck."

The Australian grinned and shivered. A soft sigh escaped the Spy, him leaning back, quite content. It seemed he had enjoyed himself at least. There was a light smile on his face.

"You... alright Mate?" Pausing and then slowly, tucking himself back into his skinny trousers, the Australian sighed. Sometimes he wished he'd bought more cigarettes...just to have something to do after sex.

"Hmm...a lot better, I confess." A soft laugh escaped the other.

"Good..." Was it? Was it good that a BLU Spy, THE BLU Spy had snuck into his nest and sucked his dick?

"You seem a lot more...willing than yesterday." The Spy blew a small smoke ring into the air, "Given my words much thought?"

"Yeah..." He'd seen his own Spy last night, moving silently through the compound. He sighed, it certainly would make logical sense, the RED Spy was far more shadowy than the previous one. And he'd known a lot of his own Spies. Of course this could all be an elaborate ruse to murder him slowly, lure him and then slice him worse than the first Sniper...

"And what conclusion 'ave you come to?" This Spy in particular seemed to like looking around, seemed to constantly let down his guard again and again. He was happy at least, smiling softly as he smoked.

"... I never much trusted our Spy..." That was all the Sniper could bring himself to utter.

"You are right not to." The BLU tutted and muttered something in French under his breath. If his story was true, then it was obvious that there would be bad blood between the two Spies, "'E is as 'ighly sexed as me when 'e wants to be...but 'e gets what 'e wants through violence. I think 'e is dragging our Scout back with 'im tonight...I will, of course, 'ave to rescue 'im."

"You gotta do what you gotta do." The Sniper shuddered. "But... I guess he'll probably be after my blood too now."

"Ah...'e does not know zat I 'ave turned my attention to you." The suggestion was waved off with one hand, "Although...zat man tries to sleep with anyone, so don't be surprised if he wishes to...acquaint 'imself with you."

"Well he can go fuck himself. I don't just screw around with every fuckin..." He stopped, checking himself. Blushing he looked away. "Sorry... I didn't mean..."

"Hn...no offence taken...I...figure I would be dead with either a very blunt knife in my back or a bullet in my 'ead if you 'ad not intended to...'screw around' wiz me." At least the Sniper hadn't offended him this time. He seemed happier that they had come to some form of unspoken agreement.

"Yeah..." he smiled lazily, eye checking where he had left his gear. "I don't... mind you coming up here. I guess there's some kinda balance. I'm not shooting your guys, you're not knifing mine."

"Ah...I apologize...I may 'ave clipped your Demoman in ze shoulder on my way 'ere..." The Spy seemed thoughtful, "But...zis does not mean you must show mercy to everyone...zere are people on my team who are in zis for fun, as with yours...if one of yours attempts to kill me, I will kill zem, understand?"

He seemed to ask that question a lot.

"Yeah I getcha." The Sniper pushed from his mind the Solider he tagged before giving up to go have a wank. "I meant more... while you're here."

"Oh, of course...I do not mix my profession and my interests..." Another soft laugh, the Spy stubbing out his cigarette and turning to face the other once more. "I almost did not want to interrupt you ze second time...but I could not resist."

"Yeah... it weren't very professional of me. But to be honest, your last visit shook me up a little."

"Oh? Why eez zat?"

"Cause you held a blade to my throat and jerked me off... then y'spilling some secrets on my Spy and took off. I nearly wanked myself into a coma that night."

"I am…unsure as to which part of zat would arouse you so...but I suppose I can...sort of understand..." The Spy rubbed his stubble grown chin thoughtfully. He clearly didn't get it. Gently he purred as he moved over to the Sniper once more, one gloved hand pressing between the other's legs again, "Why did eet go away? I was not finished..."

"I don't know what you're used to, but ordinary mortals have what we call, recovery time." He smirked, his crotch still stirring under the assassin's touch.

"But you 'ave done zis twice within ze space of a few moments! I cannot 'elp myself...I am eager..." The Spies fingers drew circles on the other's crotch, looking up with an almost pouting face, "Why can 'e not recover outside? Ze fresh air would do 'im good! I do not understand. Eez 'e shy?"

"Hey shut your mouth Spy." There was no malice in the Sniper's words, across his face was a faint blush and a smile. He blinked, fumbling awkwardly with his fly.

"But zen 'ow would I kiss you?" The cold eyes stared at the Sniper, the Spy already starting to undo the buttons on his jacket...