"So...you got any interests?"

"Pardon?"

With the sounds of gunfire and war raging on outside of the Sniper's nest, the BLU Spy turned around, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, and regarded the RED sniper coolly. Emotion was given away by his cobalt eyes, which were glittering with amusement, the rest of his face hidden away, save his mouth.

He'd been in the nest of RED base for quite a while, flicking over books and magazines that the Australian had left lying around, when the Sniper had popped that question out of the blue.

The Spy's accented voice sounded amused, "Why would you ask this of me?"

The Sniper wanted to laugh at how bloody stupid the question was after what they'd done, rolling around on his hard floor, all limbs and clumsy kissing. He sighed, "Just... figured I should get ta know ya... even if it's just a little."

"Hmm..." The Spy mused, before shrugging lightly. There was a pause as he lit his cigarette finally, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke out through his nose, before he replied curtly, "I like reading...people watching...engaging in such fascinating conversation as ze one we are 'aving 'ere..."

He was playfully mocking the Sniper.

"Right I see..." the Sniper backed off, lighting himself up and resting his head against the wall.

Silence and then, "...Et tu?"

"I'm a Sniper... I snipe, I nap, I smoke and consume too much caffeine..."

"Well...zat much eez obvious to even ze least Spy trained." There was humour in the BLU's voice. A magazine was discarded to one side and the Spy sat down on the battered old chair in the nest, perched lightly on the end, legs crossed.

Keeping the usual air of calm and collectedness about him, he laughed, "What I mean...eez what keeps you occupied at night? What makes you tick? What do you do uzzer zan pleasure yourself when I am not around?"

"I'm not a very excitin kinda guy... I read, watch the world, drift about..."

"I see..." Another soft laugh, "...You 'ave no idea 'ow alike you Snipers are...'e was like zat...so quiet and calculating about ze world..."

The previous RED Sniper obviously.

The Australian sighed, gripping his ankles and staring at the wooden floor. He knew he was the replacement for the old Sniper. He'd sounded like a pretty decent sort of guy, and then he was dead... just like he would be eventually. Fag ash dropped onto his lap and he scowled brushing it away. Distracted again.

The Spy, of course, never missed a trick. His steely gazed shifted from the sniper to the window. "...You know...you are not...'is replacement..."

He spoke in halting English, clearly thinking over each word carefully, " I never...meant to even...do what I did wiz you."

There was sorrow in the French assassin's eyes. The cigarette was burning away to nothing in one blue gloved hand, "...I was angry at first, in fact...at you being 'is replacement...at 'ow 'e should not 'ave died in ze way 'e did...dead because 'e loved me too much. I...fully intended to kill you zat day...but I did not for some reason..."

"... Heh, fell for my charmin' smile and rugged good looks?" The Sniper said bitterly, smiling lop-sidedly at his boots.

"In a word...yes." From the way it was spoken, it was obvious that the Spy was being deadly serious.

Blinking up at him through his coloured shades, the Sniper swallowed, "... y'... y'really mean that?"

The Spy sniffed, nose in the air, hands locked around his folded legs, "Monsuer, I take great pride in telling you zat I am extremely shallow. I would 'ave backstabbed you ze moment I saw you if you were not attractive to me."

There was a soft sigh from the Frenchman as he continued, "...I will not lie...I was shocked at first because you are so much like 'e was...but make no mistake...I am not wiz you because of 'is memory. I am wiz you because you appeal to me..."

"... I, just can't believe that. I'm a bloody Sniper... I sit in this room for days on end. We're supposed t'hate each other. You're the only thing that keeps me on edge."

"Do I scare you, mon petit Sniper?" A sly smirk crossed the other male's lips. Within seconds, the Spy was stood next to the Sniper, breathing in his scent gently, one hand reaching to knock the hat from his head. "What you say eez true, of course...but I was never one for playing by ze rules..."

"That right?" The Sniper stubbed his cigarette out on the wooden floor, blinking up at the dominating Frenchman.

"Oui...zat eez correct." One gloved hand was in the Australian's hair, stroking gently. The Frenchman's voice was at the other's ear, whispering ever so softly, teeth occasionally biting at an earlobe, "You are attractive to me...zis rugged exterior of yours...you are somezing I crave...zat I wish to explore. Think what you will, but you are no mere replacement...you interest me and I intend to 'ave you for my own..."

"Have me?" The older man growled, leaning back, away from the fellow assassin. His heart was pounding dangerous hard, he could feel the bottom dropping out of his stomach. The Spy smelt so strongly of cigarettes and French cologne.

"Oui...'ow shall i put zis..." A few moments to think and then, deep and growling, "I would like to fuck you, mon petit Sniper..."

All the Sniper could do was stare. Crinkled eyes fixed intently on the cool, European's, "... w.. w... me?"

Cold eyes glanced around the room, they Spy's eyebrows raised slightly, as though surprised, "Zere eez not someone else in ze room eez zere? Anuzzer Spy per'aps?"

"No! Just, listen... I'm, well... I'm not you know... not..." There was a pause and then the Australian managed to croak out, "Not that I'm not flattered!"

"Ah...you do not wish to? Not even after ze blowjob last night?" The thin Frenchman pulled away and hummed thoughtfully, "I apologise. I thought zat...things would..continue between us...I...was quite mistaken it seems..."

Another cigarette was lit as the other lightly walked over the wooden floor, shoes clicking with each step.

'... damnit,' The Sniper cursed himself, scrambling to his feet, not even sure what he was going to say, "Uh wait!"

"Hm?" A soft noise in the back of the Spy's throat. He cast a curious glance at the other, "Problem monsieur?"

"... I like cricket."

A pause. The Spy looked him over with serious eyes and then promptly burst out laughing, "Oh! Oh you are...you are too much..."

Gruffly the Sniper brushed off his sleeve, looking down at the Frenchman's well-heeled feet, "Y'just asked what I was inta... is all..."

He felt wounded, shot down.

"I know...I know...but...forgive me...eet just sounded so...adorable! Ze way you said eet!" A snort as the BLU tried to control himself, "For...forgive me! I...I do not know why zis...zis appears humorous to me..."

"...cause the French are bloody awful at cricket..." Sulkily the Sniper muttered to himself, scuffing his shoe.

"Oh...do not pout! Please...I...I just.,...give me a moment..." It was a while before the Spy could speak again. When he did, it was to clear his throat and dry his eyes, "Oh mon dieu...I 'ave...not laughed so 'ard for a while..."

"Glad I amuse ya, Spy... "

"'Ave I actually offended you? I...am truly sorry...I do not know what came over me..." The Spy was biting his lip, "Shall I just leave?"

"... please don't." The Australian murmured, looking at him awkwardly. He was a Sniper, the finest on either team, brave and masculine... but before the Spy he felt like a ridiculous, clumsy child. The ever present air of confidence and self assurance that constantly surrounded the Frenchman didn't help either. Once had that calm and collected demeanor dropped, but only that once. Otherwise, it seemed the Spy was constantly amused by everything around him. "...I meant everyzing I say, mon Sniper..."

"Well... I ain't gonna lie t'ya. It felt bloody amazin..."

A smile, "My lips around you?"

The response came out on a shuddered breath, "Yeah..."

This time, when the Spy stepped closer, it was with a gentle air. He curled his hands softly around the Sniper to embrace him with those long limbs, "...We could do so much more zen zat..."

"Y'talkin... bout... that again?" The Sniper swallowed, whispering hoarsely. "Never... done that before..."

"I cannot 'elp eet. I am French." A low laugh. At least the Spy was taking it all with humour. If it had been a serious question, it would have probably been more intimidating.

After a pause, the Sniper choked out hoarsely, "What's it... like? Y'know..."

"'Aving sexual intercourse wiz anuzzer male? Well...ze actual making love eez such a wonderful feeling...but as to 'ow eet feels within? I 'ave no idea. I 'ave never been on ze bottom!" Another laugh.

"... I think it... could be ok..."

A soft smile from the Spy. The older male's nervousness to him was...almost cute, really. Gently, he nuzzled into the Sniper's neck, "I would like to 'elp you explore eet..."

"Explore? Y'wanna explore me?" Why did the Spy keep making statements that made the Australian choke on his words?

"I am sure zat zere eez quite possibly a language barrier between us that goes beyond ze French and Australian..." Still holding the Sniper, the Spy leaned in to whisper, "I already said I want to fuck you. Eez zere any reason for you to keep asking me?"

The excuse was stammered out, strained, "Because... no guy ever wanted that sort of thing from me before. I mean, I ain't that kinda guy. I don't attract that sort of guy..."

"But you do attract me, so I can make up for all ze years of not 'aving eet!"

"Well... no offence, y'aint a girl... I don't know what to do with this," The Sniper waved his hand along the Spy's lithe, suited body.

"Zat eez ze fun of eet..." A soft sigh, the Spy moving his hands across the other's thin form, "...exploration..."

The Australian shuddered, smiling weakly, "Feel free... all yours, Spy..."

"Come." Holding both the Sniper's hands, the Spy tugged gently, "You 'ave a bed in 'ere, oui? We move over to zere...I can explore you better zis way..."

Allowing himself to be pulled up, the Sniper nodded towards his bed in the corner. A big low double, mussed duvets, and a heap of pillows. He was guided by his French admirer over to that bed and then softly pushed down, one gloved hand pressing against his chest, made to lie upon the soft surface beneath him. Hands removed from the Sniper's thin form for a moment, the Spy's gloves were removed, his fingers already pulling apart his jacket, a serious expression on his face as he gazed down at the Australian on the bed, "Just relax...allow me to make you feel nothing like you 'ave ever felt, mon Sniper..."

"Touch me Spy..." A grin from the Sniper, him brushing a strong hand along the Frenchman's suited shoulder.

A smirk from the BLU, "Then remove those rags you call clothes, Sniper..."

Not taking his eyes off the Frenchman, the older man shed his jacket and t shirt, his hat already lay discarded on the floor, and his shades soon followed. He felt very open, naked without being naked. Many shallow and deep scars were cast all over his chest, from Spies, gunshots... he blushed. Then there came the most wonderful sight. Knelt above him, the Spy started to undress. His jacket was placed to one side, folded, followed by a waistcoat and his shirt. The pale chest was revealed, marked in some places, one tattoo - writing - upon one slender wrist. The mask was left on as the Spy started on his belt, sliding it off slowly...seductively.

Damn... it was fascinating watching him move. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Nothing like a women, better; graceful and powerful. He never thought he'd find another man this sexy. All the while, the Spy was smiling, pulling apart his trousers, allowing them to drop before kneeling upon the bed. Shoes and socks were removed also. Weapons lying on top of the pile of clothes, including that ever deadly knife. The only thing left on him was what appeared to be a watch. His cloaking device. The last security he had.

Eyeing him with intense curiosity, the Sniper pulled himself up on his elbows, reaching out to brush his long fingers down that strong, smooth body

A hiss of pleasure from the Frenchman, arching his back as he knelt there, eyes closing gently as the Sniper's fingers trailed down his stomach and chest. Smooth. Hairless. The body built for his profession. Thin and wiry. Chest rising and falling gently. Stomach tight. Eventually, his voice sounded from his throat, sounding so pleasured, "You 'ave good 'ands...just like I imagined, Monsieur..."

"Y'imagined me?" The Sniper was coming into his own, sounding cockier, less shaken. "I got terrible hands... used t'holdin guns and smokes..."

"But ze fingertips feel so rough upon my skin...I love eet. Makes me shiver..." The cobalt eyes of the Spy were open again, fixed on the Sniper intently, "...Also...if I were not imagining you...I would not be 'ere. I 'ave been thinking about your smell and your taste and 'ow your touch would feel since our little encounter last night..."

Grinning, the Australian sat up and pulled the younger man up against his bare chest, "Y'got a filthy mouth on ya, y'know that."

"You 'ave no idea...if you could speak French, I can assure you, you would 'ear much more..." A soft smile, the Spy letting out a soft moan with the contact, both hands now pressed firmly against the Sniper's shoulders, tattoo on his left wrist visible to the other.

Sucking in breath, the older assassin kissed him slowly, cautiously, "What's that say?"

"Hm?" The Spy glanced downwards, before smiling softly, "Ah...you would think me ze sentimental fool if I told you, monsieur."

"Got to tell me sometime..." The Sniper hadn't intended to sound that needy. His hands shook on the young Spy's body.

There was a pause and then the Spy knelt over the older male, leaning in close to his ear and whispering, "Love always! Love more! When love is gone, hope escapes us. Love is the cry of the dawn. Love is the hymn of the night."

Then he sat up again, held in the other's lap, and smiled softly, "Zat eez what it says."

"Now that is beautiful..." The Sniper was on him again, kissing him roughly, hands slipping round his body. Soft lips moved against his, hands gripping his shoulders tightly, before the Spy moved his kisses downwards, over that strong jaw line. Down to his neck, his collarbone, smiling and moaning gently, "I appreciate zat you like ze writings..."

"French is a... nice language... ..." An absent groan, the Sniper's voice catching in his throat under that delicate touch.

Another soft laugh. The Spy glanced up, "I am glad you think so, mon petit Sniper."

That laugh did nothing to make the RED less nervous. He choked, hands still brushing over the exposed flesh.

"I must say, you must be a very good Sniper..." Soft fingers brushed over flesh delicately, thumbing at every part of the other, the Spy continuing to kiss over every inch of him, "...You 'ardly 'ave any bad scars...and ze ones you do 'ave look very good on you indeed, sir."

Another few kisses, before the Spy gently brushed his lips over the Sniper's navel, teeth biting and nipping at the sensitive skin there, "Zere eez no part of you that I dislike as of yet, mon petite..."

"G.. good to know." The Sniper smiled gently, hissing at every bite and tough. "Damn, why are y'so good at this...?"

"I am glad you think I am good at zis..." Fingers slid below the Sniper's waistband, sly eyes glanced up at the Australian, "...But you already know 'ow my mouth feels down 'ere, non?"

"Yeah..." A long breath from the RED, him clearly hardening at the thought of those soft lips on him.

"Oh?" The reaction was clearly felt under curious fingers. A smile spread over the other's face, "...it seems your little friend 'ere remembers also..."

"Bloody 'ell Spy... why do you like to torment me... it's damned unfair..."

"Because you love eet." The response was simple. Trousers were removed, the Sniper's length revealed to the air, the BLU eyeing it greedily. Another smile, "And I...I love zis..."

Fingers curled around the shaft, gripping it.

"Damnit..." The Sniper shuddered, head dropping back onto the pillow, his eyes screwed shut, his legs twisting almost out of the way.

"Shh...I will make you feel good, non? Let you come in my mouth? Would you like zis?" Lips kissed at the sensitive tip, "Oh...you shiver at ze slightest touch."

"Yeah... cause I don't think I knew anyone as eager as ya... fuck, y'good with y'lips..."

This time the only response was for the Spy to take the entire tip into his mouth, tongue pressing gently against it, slicking the head with saliva. The bright gaze vanished as the Frenchman's eyes closed, him savouring the smell and taste of his sniper. Strong hands reached out to grip his head, fingers closing around the blue mask, his dark eyes fixed on the connection between those moist lips and his swollen erection.

"Sh... damnit..."

Even with something filling his mouth, the Spy always seemed to smirk, moving every inch of the Sniper inside him, deliberately slow. Sucking. Lapping. Each hum and noise vibrating around the shaft. It made the Australian moan and shudder, "Fuck, Spy... Spy... s'good... y'really fuckin good..."

The BLU bobbed his head lightly, now setting a pace, applying pressure and suction to the hard length inside his mouth, enjoying each noise and exclamation the sniper made. Strange how he'd fallen for the same profession on the opposite team twice. It was almost fate to the Spy. Tugging at the mask that obscured the Spy's face, the Australian growled, pushing up into that tight wet mouth of his.

The material slipped a little bit, revealing gelled back blonde hair and a part of a strong cheek bone, but the Spy didn't seem to notice. He was too engrossed in his task at hand, determined to bring the Sniper off swiftly and quickly, so he could move on to something better, something more...was fun the word?

Making a hurried, shuddered decision, the Sniper pushed his face softly, and slid himself out of that perfect mouth, groaning as he did, "Wait."

"Hmm?" The Spy pulled back, sitting up over the Sniper's knees again, a confused expression on his face as he finally adjusted his mask.

He needn't have bothered. The older man awkwardly knelt up so he was facing the delicate Frenchman. His hand, nervous at first, slid under the fabric and slipped it up and over the Spy's head, revealing his strong face to the dim light of the nest.

"Mon dieu!" The Spy fell back off the bed, activating his cloaking device immediately, his hurried breathing the only sound from him on the floor.

The Sniper dropped back swearing, his hand raised in acceptance, "M'sorry... sorry... I didn't mean t'... damnit."

He brought his hand up to his face and groaned, he'd fucked up... already!

The Spy was breathing hard, before he shakily spoke out, "I...I am sorry, mon petite...I do not usually...I mean I 'ave never..."

A sigh. He seemed to be searching for the right words, "...Why did you do zat?"

"... I wanted... t'see your face," it was true. That was what he wanted, he wanted to see and touch the younger man's face. What he had seen in the split second before invisibility, had looked strong, perfect... beautiful.

If the Spy was angry, his voice did not show it. Instead he sounded so...disappointed? Saddened? When he spoke, it was with a desperate air, "A Spy's mask...eet eez like...an unwritten code to 'im...you..I believe you mean no...ill intent by eet, but what if you were to decide zat you wish to betray me and tell my enemies what I look like? Eet...is a risk I cannot take, mon ami"

Then a pause before the Spy cursed in English, "Shit...zat came out wrong...I know you would not betray me...but a week or so eez not enough time to truly know you or me...'owever...if you wish...I can think of an...alternate solution to zis problem?"

Holding out his hand to the place the air had warped and swallowed the assassin, the Sniper looked pained.

"Yeah..." His voice was hoarse, "Anything... just... c'm back 'ere."

There was movement, the sound of the naked male standing up and padding over to somewhere in the room, then the blinds coming down over the Sniper's window, enveloping the room in darkness. The cloaking device was deactivated, revealing the thin frame of the Spy, outlined in the darkness. Soon, hands were on the sniper's, taking the mask from him and placing it with the rest of the BLU's clothes on the chair. A gentle touch to the RED's face, "You are shaking...you were scared, mon ami? Why?"

"S'dark... I can't see y'face... didn't wantcha t'be mad at me," he muttered, his hand reached up to find the Spy's exposed skin.

The hand upon one of the Sniper's led him to touch along the Spy's face. A soft sigh, "I am not mad at you...I understand completely...'ere...touch me...feel me...I will allow zis...for you...only for you..."

That really did make the Australian shiver, he felt colder now, more exposed, even in the darkness, "I'm sorry... I shoulda understood..."

"...I do not mind zis...please...do not let eet bother you, mon petite...I still wish to...continue with you..." The Spy's voice was so gentle, his hands still closed around the Sniper's, pressing the Australian's fingers into his face, into his hair. It was almost better this way, in the dark he couldn't see the older man blushing, he couldn't see how nervous he was. And it felt so good being able to touch such a secret part of him. He swore he could hear his heart pounding in the quiet of the room.

"... y'sure? Y'still... wanna do this?"

"Of course. I still fully intend to take you, my sweet..." A low chuckle, "Although...I should take you 'arder as punishment, non?"

The Spy was teasing as usual. The Sniper laughed gently, "Heh... go easy with me... I'm... pretty new to this..."

Then the hands were on the Sniper's chest, pushing him back onto the bed, the Frenchman's form lying over his, kissing and sucking at the Australian's neck.

"Damn... Spy," Rough hands reached up to grip him around his slender body, ribs exposed through his soft skin. His weight was reassuring, feeling wonderful against his tense body.

"No more interruptions...just me and you, mon tirieur embusque, now zen...turn around..." The Sniper was guided onto his hands and knees, the Spy moving to kneel behind him, stroking across the flesh of his rear. "...I will...be gentle...I promise..."

"...'k." The tension was noticeable, the Sniper shuddering, feeling as if the Spy could see every inch of him even in the pitch dark.

In truth, the Spy was nervous too, slowly sucking on his own fingers, trying to get them slick enough for what he wanted. One digit probed gently at the Sniper, getting him used to the feeling, occasionally pressing harder, opening him up, then pulling out. The BLU knew not to push him too hard on his first time. Let him get used to the feeling first.

"Shit... h.. how many fingers is that?" He sounded strained, his head dropping down onto his chest, his arms and legs trembling.

"Just ze one." Smiling, the Spy pressed harder, inserting the whole finger, then slid it out again gently. This slow process continued until the Spy could move in and out without causing the sniper any discomfort, then a second finger joined the first. "...Zis...may sting."

"Ah... hh.. fuck..." He choked, fingers curling around the loose sheets. "Bloody... 'ell... it's too much..."

"Eet...will get better...I promise..." The Spy's other hand spread the Sniper gently for himself, both fingers now stretching the other's entrance, feeling that tightness engulf them. For a moment, the Spy mused on how it would feel around his cock.

Taking a moment to catch his breath the Australian forced his body to relax, cautiously pushing back against those skilled fingers, "Right... sorry... it's... ok, it's ok..."

With a smile, the Spy pushed his fingers all the way inside, pressing against that bundle of nerves that he knew would have the effect he desired. The sooner the sniper was screaming and writhing in his grasp, the better. His body jerking almost clean out of the Spy's grasp, the Sniper shook and yelped, "Fuck... wh.. what th'fuck ...?"

He was pulled back, the Spy unmerciful in this particular assault, fingers delving deep within him. The Frenchman chuckled darkly, "My apologies...per'aps I should warn you zat sometimes zis can 'appen?"

"What the fuck was that, Spy?" His voice was almost troubled, his throat raw from groaning.

"Eet eez what will make zis whole experience wonderful for you..." When he was sure that the sniper had calmed down, the Spy pressed his fingers deep inside again, wanting to hear that delicious moaning once more. He was already achingly hard, wanting nothing more than to thrust in and fuck his Sniper, feeling that hot tightness around his cock instead of his fingers, but he would have to be patient. He knew that the other wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. The older Australian was so pleased that it was dark, that the Frenchman couldn't see his face. He was flushed a deep red, sweat breaking on his forehead, his mouth hung open desperate for that pleasure again. He snarled, "That what it feels like? Gettin fucked in the arse?"

"Not ze choice of words I would 'ave used, but I suppose I can tell you zat ze feelin of...'ow you say...'getting fucked' eez better by far..." The fingers slid out, the Spy kneeling up and positioning himself, biting his lip, eager. His tip pressed against the other's entrance, his voice barely above a whisper, "Although...you are about to find out what zat feels like..."

Tensing noticeably, his hands pushed deeper into the bed sheets, the Australian sucked in breath, they were really going to do this, "Sh...shit... Spy..."

"Relax...I won't lie to you...zis will 'urt..." A soft moan, "But eet will feel beautiful soon..."

"Right... ok..." The Sniper smiled in the darkness, stilling his body to assist the other. Softly, the Spy pressed himself inside, just a few inches at first, enough to let him adjust before moving on. In his mind, he was thinking about how tight the Australian truly was, how wonderful he felt around him. The Sniper fell silent, his breathing heavy as he tried not to be afraid of the pain.

"Shh...relax...you feel...so wonderful inside, mon ami" Another few inches, fingers gripping hips.

"Oh... God..." Arching his spine like a stretching dog the Sniper felt the groans rumbling in his chest.

"That's eet...slowly...slowly..." The Spy let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in, shivering and moaning softly.

"Spy it's too much..." A low whine, the Australian not even sure what he meant. That he was too big, that it was too much at once, or that this whole day was too much?

"Non non...eet will get better...I promise..." In truth, the Spy wasn't sure if he could stop now. The Sniper just felt too good around him. Tight and hot. Clenching and squeezing around him. It took all the restraint he had to keep going at the slow and steady pace.

"... 'k.." The Sniper shuddered, relaxing again to accept more.

That did it. Snapping his hips forwards suddenly, the Spy thrust all the way inside, letting out a soft "mon dieu" at the feeling of the other around him.

"Oh fucking... shit..." A staggered cursing hiss escaped the older assassin, his body clamping down around the Frenchman. His arms were giving out, one reaching back to grip the younger's slender hip, holding him there.

"Mon...mon dieu...you feel...so wonderfully tight, mon amour..." As soon as he uttered the words, the Spy bit his lip, praying the Australian hadn't heard the slip.

"... don't... that mean?" The Sniper gasped, still focusing on the invasion.

Choosing not to answer, the BLU's fingers tightened their grip and the Spy thrust forwards a little too harshly, gritting his teeth. He couldn't let the Sniper question things too much. Admitting your love to someone in a war and on the opposite team was a surefire path to heartache - he'd learnt that already.

"F..fu..ck..." in the dark the pain in the Sniper's voice was read almost entirely in his voice, and in the rough cut nails digging into the Spy's naked side.

"You are...so tight..." Gritting his teeth, the Frenchman snapped his hips forwards again, this time starting to build up to a regular pace, wanting the sniper to feel how wonderful it could be. The pain was steadily being overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that only the Spy could give him. The bushman snarled, falling forward onto his forearms, unable to support the onslaught. Now overpowering the other, the Spy was eager to thrust in harder, faster. He dug his fingers into flesh, pulled the Sniper back against him again and again, let out soft murmurs in French and English.

"Damnit Spy... it's... fucking... ... fuck..." tears stung the corners of his eyes, he'd be sore tomorrow. But now he couldn't stop his body from pushing back to meet with each skilled thrust.

"Oui...I believe zat eez ze...English term for eet..." A low groan from the BLU. He wouldn't last long.

Shakily, the Sniper took his hand away from the Frenchman's hip, to stroke himself. He needed his release, he knew he'd make a mess of his beds, but it felt so fucking good.

The sight of the Sniper stroking himself like that...

"Mon dieu..." A breathy whisper. The pace quickening. Release needed. The Spy switching between French and English as his control over his own lust slipped away, "You...you are...tu es beau...je veux...I...I need..I want...mon dieu..."

"Fucking, Spy... " The Sniper snarled, giving up on pushing back, just accepting whatever he was give, fist pumping out of time with the thrusts. The Sniper was just so desperate to come, he'd never been so turned on before. Who knew sex with another man could feel this good. It hurt like a bitch, but he supposed that's what you paid.

"Oui...zat...eez...what I am...oh...c'est du bon..." Whatever witty response the Spy had been trying to utter was cut off with a groan of pleasure in his native tongue. He arched his spine, pushing as deep as he could possibly go inside the other, eyes closing in the purest of pleasure.

Nearly...there...

With an unsteady, almost shocked noise the Sniper found completion, his arms hurting from the joint effort of holding his body up and jerking himself off. He was so hard, if he'd had more time to think the Sniper would have marveled at how long and how much he came, but now wasn't the time. Not when there was a Spy fucking him senseless and finding his own release inside him, the fluid dripping down the Sniper's thighs as the French male pulled out, uttering a soft cry.

Collapsing onto the Australian, the BLU breathed hard, deep, feeling the warm body of the RED beneath him. "...Incredible..."

"...y'..tellin..me," There was such a smile in that Australian voice; breathless and weak, but so happy. The Spy made no move to leave at least. Instead he was fumbling with his clothes on the chair, searching the pockets. A flame lit up the room suddenly, revealing the shadows dancing across a thin French face, hair messed from its gelled state, eyes so gentle as they lovingly placed fire to the end of a cigarette, every defining bone in his face allowing a dark shape to flicker over it.

It was an error, something the Spy had not intended for the other to see, but as the flame died along with the light, and the smell of smoke drifted around the pair, it was clear he hadn't even noticed his own slip.

"... light me up one... would ya?" Still rasping and finding it difficult to move, the Sniper groaned to him as he fell onto his back, tugging his messed duvet around his body. So desperate to see those features again.

"'Ere." In the darkness, a hand found his face, and a cigarette was placed between his lips. The lit one. There was more fumbling and then the flame flickered once more, giving the Sniper another fleeting glance of the other's face as he lit up a second cigarette.

Once in the darkness, the Spy let out a happy sigh, "Zere eez nuzzing like ze after sex cigarette."

"Not 'ad one in a while..." it was true. Not since he'd left home had the Australian physically done it with anyone. He never thought he could succumb to another man's charms the way he had today. Wanking was different, there was no hard in letting your mind wander while your hands worked. But this had been a whole other game, the moisture on his thighs, and the distinct ache in his arms and back-side were proof of that. He'd been literally fucked by the enemy... and he wanted nothing more.

How long the pair lay there was anyone's guess. Time ticked away and the sounds of war continued on outside, finally noticed as the comfortable silence hung over both Sniper and Spy.

Eventually there was movement as the Spy redressed himself, cleaning his length with a pocket handkerchief before discarding it, and then the bright light of the outside world filtered back inside as the blinds were drawn back. The Spy was fully dressed again. Immaculate as usual, looking out over the battlefield, "Ah! Ze war continues!"

The Sniper tugged the duvet over his body, hating the new feeling of the sunshine on his skin. The dark represented his time with the Spy. A sudden horror washed over him. What if this had been it, if this had been the first and last time. He blinked dumbly at the Frenchman, striking such a powerful silhouette against the bright window. The cut of his suit, the immaculate posture, the way his long gloved fingers looked when wrapped around a cigarette... it was so wrong how attractive the Sniper found him. But he couldn't stop, "Y'... y'off?"

"Hm? Trying to get rid of me already? One would think zat you -" A knock at the door cut the Spy off in mid sentence. The cobalt eyes widened, casting a frightened glance over to the Sniper, before the cloaking device was activated. There was movement and the Spy's presence could be felt next to the bed, crouched down low, his breath shaking, "...eet...eet could be 'im...ze RED Spy...'e...'e knocked last time...the time when 'e...oh mon dieu..."

It was strange to hear that terror in the normally calm and composed voice. An invisible hand brushed the Sniper's thigh, "...answer 'im.."

Briefly touching the invisible arm, the Australian slid out of bed, dragging his rough dressing gown over his bare body. First ensuring his door was firmly on its chain and his knife was safely in his hand. He put a hand on the handle.

"Who is it?" His voice was rough, he felt strangely protective. If it was the RED Spy, he'd hurt his BLU enough already, and he wasn't about to let it happen again. The fear in his lover's voice had startled him, shocked him out of his comfortable haze.

"Who'd ya think it is, dumbass?" A strong young American accent. The RED Scout. The Sniper let out a quiet sigh of relief. The Scout was a good enough kid. Mouthy, cocky, but one of the few members of his team that the Australian could tolerate. Opening the door slowly, but still on the chain he looked into the corridor, wishing he had his shades on; it made him feel even more naked letting the kid see his eyes. They weren't anything special but the yellowed lenses let him keep a little of himself back, "What d'you want kid?"

Poking his nose in through the door, the Scout pouted, and then glanced up at the Australian. "You been wankin' in here again? Dude. No wonder the blinds were down over yer window. I got worried...thought that..."

It was clear exactly what he'd thought. According to the RED Medic, the Scout had been the one who'd found the old Sniper's body, all torn and slashed apart. The blinds had been down again that day.

The young teen shook his head, "...Never mind...just fuckin' clear up and get back in the war, dude! We're already one man down, ya know? That damn Spook didn't show up on th' field today, so fuck knows what'll happen if the BLU Spook shows his ugly mug!"

"Heh sorry kid... long day and all..." the Sniper smiled, ruefully before stopping. "Wait. Who went down?"

"Th' damn Spook! He ain't shown up ta th' field today." The Scout pouted, folding his arms, "Then again...neither did their own Spook...or their Scout...so we kinda got an advantage so far...that's if you'd stop wankin'."

"Right, right I getcha. Get back out there kid, I'll be ready in a sec. Stay safe ok."

"Sure. Whatever, Camper! See ya!" The Scout was off again, clearly not wanting to stick around to watch the other getting re-dressed. Behind the Sniper the BLU Spy slowly shimmered into view on his chair again as the door closed. Making sure the door was firmly bolted in place, the Sniper turned to him, letting out another sigh of relief, "... heh... we got pretty worked up over nothin, eh?"

"Hm..." A soft smile playing on the French male's face, "...I can never be too cautious zese days..."

"I understand..." The older man had to admit that he'd been feeling more nervous and on-edge since the revelation about his team's Spy came out. He'd been checking every shadow, making sure his knife was with him at all times. "Still... looks like you were right about your Scout..."

"Hm. After I left your nest yesterday, I stuck around a while. Found my Scout. Rescued 'im. 'E eez not in battle today. Recovering." The Spy's expression had darkened, the cigarette being flicked onto the floor and put out underfoot before a new one was lit in its place, "...zat bastard Spy thinks 'e can ruin my life...thinks 'e owns ze fort..."

"Looks like you Spies take y'vendetta's pretty seriously..." The Sniper mused rummaging through his draws to find something akin to clean clothes.

"Hm..." Another thoughtful noise, "...'E eez intent on ruining my life..."

Then under his breath, "...'as been doing so for years."

Even that wasn't lost on the older assassin, "But... he's only been on this team a couple'a months..."

"..." The Spy realised he'd slipped up. Again and again he seemed to be doing that. His gaze fell from the Sniper to the floor. Expression hard like stone.

"Spy?"

"...If I tell you...you...you keep ze secret, oui?" When the Spy looked up again, his expression had changed. His eyes were like cold steel. "...You keep eet and you never tell anyone..."

"I'm keepin enough secrets as it is..." There was a bitter humour there, the Sniper knew he'd be gutted alive if anyone knew what he'd done with the BLU Spy.

"...Ze truth eez...me and ze RED Spy...'ave known each uzzer for years..." The Spy's English was halting again. The words were hurting him to even be uttered, "...For a lifetime...and for zis...lifetime..'e 'as made eet so zat I can never be 'appy...following me from place to place...finding out where I am and what eet eez I do...you understand?"

"... y'grew up together?" The Sniper halted his changing, padding over in just his t shirt and pants.

"Oui."

Sitting on the bed, almost within touching distance of the younger man, the Australian breathed, "And... he hates ya?"

A shake of the head from the BLU, "Non. Not exactly..."

The Spy seemed to be searching for the right words, "...'E...'E loves me...a lot...I think...but 'e 'urts everything zat I love and desire...you understand? Wants me all to 'imself I'd imagine...not zat 'e 'asn't 'ad me to 'imself since we left 'ome..."

"Home? Y'family with that... guy?" The Sniper had hardly had any contact with the young RED Frenchman, but he was painfully aware of the stories. How he played with his prey like a cat. The worst kind of assassin; childish and petty... he shook his head.

It was then that the Spy looked up with such sorrow and sadness that everything seemed to fall into place.

Why the BLU Spy never attempted an assassination on the RED Spy...

Why the RED was allowed to get away with murder, leading the BLU to take the blame and rather throw himself out of a window than confront the other...

When he spoke, the BLU Spy shared a burden that had gone on for years, "...'E eez my younger bruzzer..."