The BLU Spy recognised that handwriting...
As soon as he stepped into his room in the BLU base, still satisfied with the activities of the previous morning, he noticed that it had been opened. There were the usual marks of someone who had used a lockpick. Then the lack of the small piece of blue paper that the Spy kept inside the shut door, implying someone had opened the door but not seen it fall.
Reaching into his coat pocket, the Frenchman pulled out the large barrelled form of his Ambassador, feeling more confident with the weight in his hands. It was loaded. Ready to fire as soon as he stepped inside.
The key was turned in the door, handle pulled down, then the door opened wide and fast to reveal...nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Whoever had been in was now long gone. Weird to the Spy was that nothing had been taken from him. Not that he had anything he held dear aside from his weaponry, but usually there was a reason someone took the effort to break into a room.
Then he saw it. A small note on his desk. No stamp. No return address. Just his name - his real name - written over the envelope in beautiful handwriting. Softly, he closed the door. He didn't need anyone coming in and seeing that...
The butterfly knife was flicked into his hand, before he slipped it over the envelope, tearing away at the paper and revealing the note inside.
'Brother, come to me. We must talk. Tonight,' His script was so neat and ordered, a subtle shield for his disordered mind.
The BLU folded the paper and cursed in his native tongue, before checking the small clock on the wall in his room. Nearly nine pm. He knew that his RED counterpart would already be in the town a few miles from 2Fort. Silently, he gathered his things together and chose a civilian disguise with his kit.
...
It was not hard to find the other Spy either. Not that the RED had any intention of hiding from him.
As soon as the BLU Spy stepped up to the bar in the town's main Public House and ordered a drink, someone else was next to him, someone who smelt strongly of a rich familiar cologne - his own. The face next to his own was not the face of his brother, he knew that much, but occasionally even he could catch the flicker of a cloaking device whenever the other moved.
His eyes stared directly into the other males', his tone lowering as he spoke in his own language, "/...Brother/..."
The RED was smiling, as he often did, "/Ah, brother... it's been some time/."
"/Not long enough/." A soft nod from the BLU Spy as a glass of wine was passed over the counter and money exchanged. He moved away and sat down at a table near the window. His little brother followed him, a glass of cognac in his hand. The BLU stared out of the window, not wanting to look up at the other. His brother had the face of someone clean and noble and regal looking. He'd gone for a more grittier look himself, wanting to blend in with the locals. His voice was low, "/I got your note/."
He got a satisfied look from the younger, "/I am pleased, is a pleasure to be with you again/..."
"/...What do you want? I am not here to socialise with you. You are aware that I will never forgive you for what you did/." The BLU sipped delicately from his glass.
A bitter laugh, "/He deserved it, I saw the way he violated you/."
"/That violation - as you call it - was a display of our love. I was in love with him...and you knew that and killed him/." A raise of an eyebrow.
"/His hands on you... the way he looked at you, his mouth on your perfect skin. It made me sick/..." The RED curled his lip in disgust, his mask slipping.
"/Who are you to say who touches me and who does not?/" A hiss, the cloak flickering a little to reveal the latex mask behind the disguise, the BLU narrowing his eyes dangerously.
The younger Spy grinned toothily, "/I am your brother/."
It was the BLU's turn to curl his lip in disgust, baring his teeth a little, "/I disowned you as my brother. You...you have done things...too twisted and hideous to even think about...why can't you leave me alone/?"
"/Because I love you/." The RED's voice was so small, so innocent. He loved being this close to his big brother, it made him feel so safe and warm, even when they exchanged such hurtful words.
"/You are...not well/..." The BLU Spy winced. He hated hearing this. This declaration of love that made him feel sick to his stomach. The way his brother meant it in a physical way and not in the manner of a sibling, "/...I will kill you on the battlefield next time. I will end your…sickness/."
"/But I am not sick, I am in love/." He turned to press closer to the body of his love. "/You are all I've ever wanted/."
Swiftly, the BLU was up on his feet, his lip curling in distaste. A low growl escaped his throat, "/Is this what you called me here for? So you could announce this disgusting love of yours? I have heard enough. You are a sick creature/."
The RED Spy flinched, even behind his disguise. He shuddered, eyes wounded, "/Why are you always so hurtful to me brother/?"
"/You kill everyone I love...you follow me like Death...everywhere, every job, every profession...you are a sick little child! You do not even realise how much pain and suffering you cause me/!" At the sound of the Frenchman's outburst, several heads in the bar turned around to face the table, causing the BLU to shut his mouth hastily. Perhaps he had already said too much.
He coughed and collected himself, downing his drink and glaring at the other, addressing him in English, "We are done 'ere."
Flinching again, but composing himself, the Spy blinked, "Ale… Brother, if you leave 'ere. I can not be 'eld responsible for my actions."
"You are threatening me?" At the near use of his real name, the BLU Spy sat down once more, glaring at the other.
The RED leaned forwards, a smile playing across his face, eyes half lidded, breathing soft, "I want you..."
"You...want me?" That did not sound good. The BLU searched over the other's face, trying to decide whether the other was joking or not.
"Yes..." A soft whisper from the younger. He was definitely serious, his fists were balled, his eyes downcast.
"I can only imagine zat your wanting of me eez somewhat illegal and...what eez ze word?...incestuous?" A bitter tone.
The tone was returned, twice as bitter, "Says you..."
"What do you mean?" The BLU cocked his head to one side.
A soft laugh from the RED, him leaning back in his seat, smiling widely, "I don't see it as incest. It is simply, the truest form of love."
Casting a nervous glance around, the BLU switched back to French for fear of being overheard and understood, "/Just...shut up...right now! You do not know what you are saying/!"
"/I'm going to come to you soon... I'm going to be with you properly, and it will be beautiful/." The younger was breathing harder, moving in closer to his big brother, the sneering confidence dripping from his every word. Made even more unnatural by the way the disguise kit occasionally flickered, revealing the sneering red masked face beneath it, the BLU catching sight of his brother's dark brown eyes.
Softly, a butterfly knife was revealed under the table, the blade pressed in warning against the other's leg, "/You move towards me one more time and it will not end well for either of us/."
Dark eyes glancing down underneath the table, and then leaning back softly, the RED shrugged, "/Then go, my love... go and I will be with you soon/..."
"/Stop calling me that...you will not lay a finger on me/." The BLU stood up tall and then exited the bar, gritting his teeth, determined to lose the other. When he was sure he was out of sight, the disguise kit was deactivated and the cloaking device was turned on in its place, the Spy punching a wall behind him in anger. The memory of his old lover, lying there, torn and slashed apart, hit him hard. He felt tears drip down his face, soaking into the mask he wore. Teeth grit hard. It would not happen to the new sniper. The BLU was sure of that. It could not happen to him. Already there was that familiar pang of need in the Spy's heart. That longing to be close to his RED Sniper once more.
Was he doomed to fall for the new Sniper too?
He already knew he had...
Softly, he slid down the wall, sighing and bringing his knees to his chest.
...
It was some time before the Spy felt he could de-cloak and try to return to the base. The moon hung high in the sky, the watch on the BLU's wrist reading to nearly midnight, and the tall Frenchman felt confident to walk back to 2Fort; convinced his brother had already gone home. The BLU base was still, almost silent. People in their own rooms, nothing to impede the Spy's movement. Softly he opened his own door and sighed, already starting to remove his mask as he stepped into the safety of his quarters, closing and locking the door behind him and throwing the latex material onto a chair, smoothing out his slicked back hair.
Again the stillness and quiet reached into this corner of the base, everything being as the Spy had left it, giving him the chance to relax, change and get into bed. His brother's words sent chills down his spine, even as he lay under the thick sheets, his long thin form stretched out. Gently he closed his cobalt eyes, trying to think of how he could protect this new Sniper from being discovered by his insane brother.
These thoughts clouding his mind, he could almost have imagined a certain weight on the bed behind him. There was the feeling of a familiar hand on him, and that dark chuckle. His heart skipped a beat. His voice came out more strained than he meant it to, "...Sniper?"
A familiar rumble of a voice. Deep. Australian. Always so rough and relaxed, quiet and reassuring, "Hey doll...miss me?"
The old Sniper. That old scarred face, those gentle eyes. The Spy thought himself to be dreaming, "You're...you are dead. I saw...I saw your body..."
"Heh, y'thought that was me? Shows how good they are. I'm still here."
There were no words to describe the joy swelling up inside the young Spy's heart, his trembling hands gripping the other tightly, curling around the Sniper's clothes. He was breathing hard, trying to keep the happiness from his voice, "You are alive...mon dieu...zis...zis eez ze miracle...you are alive...I was scared...I fell so far...I thought you were...you were dead..."
"Take more than that kid to take me down." The Sniper's long form stretched out, arms wrapping around the Frenchman. "C'mere."
"You...you 'ave no idea...'ow much I missed you...'ow much I craved you...your warmth...your love..." Already the Spy was up, sitting atop the other, holding his face and kissing deeply before pulling back a little, brushing his thumbs over the thin cheeks of the Sniper.
Then hesitance...
Fear and terror creeping up his entire form. There was material under his fingers that was not visible to his eyes, which were now wide with horror and realisation, "...non..."
Well honed, strong arms twisted around him, forcing him down onto the bed. The younger Spy had trained so long, he was viciously strong, seething and smiling. His disguise melted away to reveal his tight mask, and smooth gloves. He grinned mockingly, "You truly loved him. 'Zis eez miracle... I was scared', is pathetic."
"Get...get off me!" What a way to let one's guard down. The BLU was regretting it instantly, how could he have been so blinded with sorrow and relief. "Non...do not...do zis!"
"Oh my beautiful big brother, do not fuss so." Refusing to back down, the RED smiled, fingers running down to tear his blue uniform suit apart.
Now struggling, the older Spy tried to punch and force his brother from him, feeling the other's strength overpowering him as it tore apart his last layer of protection. "Stop...stop!"
"/No my beautiful one, I love you too much for that/," The RED Spy shook his head and hissed, kissing and sucking every inch of flesh he could find. "/So pure, so smooth/."
"Non...non..." Why was it that the BLU was wishing he'd been more reckless in battle? Scarred his body more? Made himself seem unappealing to the other?
He was terrified to feel his brother's lips upon him, "Zis...zis eez wrong..."
"/How can it be wrong, when I adore you so much/?" There were tears in the younger Spy's grey eyes as he slid down that unblemished body.
"Let me go...do not do zis..." Already the older was tugging himself away from his brother, reaching for the gun that lay on the side. With a swift hand it was knocked away, a snick of butterfly knife, and cold steel was laid against the older Spy's throat, as another hand began stroking him lovingly.
The BLU let out a soft choke, "Please do not do zis..."
Kissing and nipping at him, the RED Spy forced his brother's naked form down onto the bed, undoing the parts of his own suit that were in his way. There was no way to struggle lest the BLU get his throat slit. Instead he could only whimper and close his eyes, praying it would be over quick. His voice came out strained, fearful, "B...Brother..."
Almost convincing himself that it was a noise of love and pleasure, the younger boy smiled serenely, straddling his lap, knife clutched in one gloved hand he kissed him deeply. Their naked skin pressed together he whined.
"Stop..." Another beg for mercy. It was wrong. So wrong. The BLU wanted nothing more than for his Sniper - either of them - to be here. To help him. They had been close once, siblings, brothers, best friends.
Snuggled close to him, the youngest Spy bit down on his soft neck and began to lower his body on his brother's strong legs.
Those days of young and childish games and happiness, however, were long gone. A fire at their home had seen to that. Both their parents dead. Both orphans. They had never been the same with each other after that. After all, it had been thanks to the younger male that the fire had started. It had been him who had killed their parents. Him who had forced his brother to abandon him and leave the Orphanage to become the Spy he was today. He just hadn't planned on his brother following him the whole way.
Now the older brother was fighting the best he could, his steel coloured eyes wide with horror and shock, mouth open and pleading, "You...you can stop, brother...please stop..."
Almost innocent lips covered his, tears streaming down the younger man's face. He was whispering to his older brother, "/I worshipped you... I needed you/..."
Those tears were the reason that the BLU had not yet backstabbed his RED counterpart. They just made the other look so lost and fragile. Not like the cold blooded killer he had become. It was a weakness that the older male knew would kill him one day. Just when he thought he could avenge his parent's deaths, his brother would plead with him in that soft little voice and gaze up at him with those sorrowful eyes, and the BLU would find himself unable to finish him off.
The older male closed his eyes, "/I am sorry/."
"/My perfect big brother, my only love/..." The RED wasn't about to risk losing him by wasting time preparing his body. Instead the young Frenchman began taking his brother's length almost straight away. Tears still dripping, dark eyes fixed on him. The thin form beneath him was far from aroused, crying and begging in French as the RED slid over him, taking him, claiming himself on his own brother.
"/No…no….please/." The BLU pleaded.
The younger man couldn't bring himself to care. It had been so long since he'd entertained thoughts of his brother this way. Images of them smiling and laughing when they were boys, of the flames licking around his childhood home, the feeling of his blade biting deep into that Sniper's flesh...
He moaned, long arms draped over those unwilling shoulders. His breathing was ragged, difficult as he kissed a tear soaked cheek and smiled, "I love you Alexandre,"
His voice was so pure and thoughtful as he pushed the older Spy deeper into his body.
At the use of his name, the BLU Spy clenched his jaw tight, and tried not to moan at the feeling of the other around him. He cried out loud, body twitching and struggling miserably. He knew he would not find release from what his brother was doing. He wasn't expected to, the younger man was lost, back arching, hand trembling around his knife as he drove himself on. Whispering in French, talking to his brother, telling him how much he loved him. He'd been taken so many times, by many other older men, but feeling this close to his big brother of all people and after so long, it was a different kind of passion, "/Alexandre... I'm, I'm... oh God/."
"/You...you are no brother of mine.../" The response was hissed from behind sobs and whimpers. The cold cobalt gaze glared at the RED. The younger man knew those words would hurt him later, he knew he'd cry himself to sleep again, possibly claim another body to his lust, maybe that wonderful little BLU Scout again, but nothing could bring him down now. Not when he was so close, not when he was pressed tightly to his brother, the one he adored above all people.
In the moment that the RED was distracted, the butterfly knife no longer pressing into the pale skin of the older male, the BLU grit his teeth. He vowed that he would kill his brother on the battlefield. It was the only way to end his brother's suffering. He had to keep telling himself that.
A tender kiss on the forehead and the RED Spy was coming, one hand buried in Alexandre's hair, the other, white on his knife. He was shaking and crying, speech soft and breathless as he came down, "/Oh... Oh God, I love you. I love you so much/."
The BLU beneath him glared up with his cobalt gaze, looking wounded, "/I hate you...oh god I hate you...you ruin my life.../"
Crying now, letting the other see his weakness, the BLU pressed his face into his hands. He couldn't believe what his own flesh and blood had just done. How far the insanity had spread.
Sliding off his brother, redressing swiftly, the young Frenchman knew the other Spy wouldn't attack him now. Not like this. Blushing and freshly fucked he smiled serenly at the older man and lit a cigarette, "/I am your life Alexandre. I'm your baby brother, and I'll love you forever/."
A billow of smoke wrapped around him and he was gone, footsteps echoing out into the corridor, leaving the BLU Spy alone with his sorrow and his thoughts.