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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 17, 2017 11:33 pm

Normal or not normal, Armand didn't care for any of these thoughts, he just wanted to live and not beeing bothered by anyone. These men were giving a feeling of familarity. It was the same every now and then and he just needed to go outside his comfortzone of mercenaries. He didn't like to go outside without his Sniper, but well. One could not have everything.
And yeah he was some poor, old man, in need of attention and in need of a good fuck. He had suffered so much this day and there was no release for him, now just a cold bed in a cold van. Filthy bushman... Thats not a way to treat a french Spy!
He knew that Miles liked those scaly things, not really keen on seeing them too, but he would suffer trough it. Loudly. But now there was another one also crazy about deadly moving killermachines and they would both be happy about it. He had heard Mike sigh about not seeing the show a few times, every time they had been transferd out of reach and out of grasp of the reptile show. Armand had made sure, they would spend the next two weeks here in Teufort and after that they would transfer to coldfront. (Poor freezing Snipers and... Scouts. He could hear the complains right now if he listenend close enough. Just kidding, no one sans him knew about the transfers.)

It was cold and cold and shivering and the blankets weren't enough, he knew for sure he was also dying in the cold in coldfront but without complaining too much, he always got a little carried away snuggling into the Sniper. He hated the cold.
And he hated to just fell asleep, with too much trust into the smell, normally he wasn't sleeping with someone or in the open, but here in Snipers Van he was sleeping deeply. Armand didn't hear the rifle nor the hat, nor the owner, he sighed and snuggled into the touch just to snap awake, open his eyes and freeze. What was this trickery to let his guard down? But the smell and the hands were familiar. „I told you not to sneak up on moi!“ , he tried to complain, but melting into the touch. „
Je pense que there was enough punishment.“ But the kiss on his mask was nice, and Miles was warm.. so warm.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 17, 2017 11:54 pm

Yeah yeah, if one hated being bothered, then it was a bad idea to sign a treaty foor team-moshpitting for years. All a question of compensation and relaxation, and Miles knew that this was not so easy for spies .. or everyone else for that matter. The motto was: Deal with it. And like that, he was really happy about the way it was, getting target practice everyday, being immortal or at least respawnable with a really good and free-of-charge whore at his lap whenever they wanted. Still, it was a long walk back home so Armand would have to be patient for a while. Miles hated the cold too but with a gallon f hot coffee and a nice coat, it would be bearable - and spy was just now freezing only in his van. Maybe he should get a thicker blanket for visitors.

Armand didnt even wake as the Van door was closed, the little electronic heater chasing away the cold in a few minutes, mayve fifteen of them after the car stood cold the whole day. For a moment he thought about not waking him, just going to bed too until sunrise but he was almost sure he was bothered by what happened. Spies always acted coldly as if they dont care but they always and always were thinking so much about stuff, just keeping it to themselves. Miles grinned as his visitor flinched, he really got drifted if he didnt hear anything until now. Poor one.
"I didn't sneak ... but you were just too sleepy to hear my trampling, werent ya?", he replied, feeling the slim body relaxing again, snuzzling against him, "Punishment? No, we just weren't finished yet."
He drifted away for a moment, strifing off his boots, the vest, before he grabbed the spy with force, turning him around on his back and coming over him. Both wrists grasped with one of his hands and above their heads, he started to unbutton the expensive shirt, tame towards clothes just like they agreed on.
"You dont look like you got off ... so he didn't take advantage of your slutty body?", Miles asked, licking over his victim's cheek - not only to tease him but also to see if he tasted more salty than usual, maybe even cried. He often did that if there was something going on before, never telling why he did it - Spy probably thought of it as a marking behavior like licking on the best piece of cake shouting "Mine!".
"What a waste... it would take half an hour to bind you up so properly again."
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Mai 18, 2017 11:36 am

Well.... whatever moshpitting was, wether Armand nor Mike knew something like this and it didn't sound like a nice thing. And if they knew, well.... they would like it fewer than before.
Nothing was easy for spies, if it was easy it was a trap and therefore you needed to do stay alert, stay safe. There was no time to play in times of easyness, no way to relax to... well just sleep. Like dead. Armand knew he was playing a dangerous game. Wanting to be hold, feeling safe in the arms of an enemy. Even sleeping in his presence and now.. now sleeping without him in enemy territory without waking up from noises.
A bad sign.

Not thinking humans were braindead or soldiers, so yeah, of course Spies were always thinking. It's what let them stay alive and sane. Armand could feel the Aussie grinning behind him, furrowed his brow and tried not to relax too much, no way he would tell the man or show him that he felt safe in his arms. No way he should take this whole thing further or farther, he needed to... needed to stop this. But somehow he felt selfish, not able to end it. „I was NOT Sleepy!“, he uttered scandalized and tried to turn to look at his lover. „You are just a sneaky filthy bastarde!“
For a moment his eyes widened a bit, tried to grab after the man, not wanting him to retreat but he had himself under control. His hand was only twitching because of the cold. Yeah. That's it.
But he was only undressing, everything was fine. He hated it to be like that. Somehow everything was going on inside of him and he didn't like it, not being able to grab and control it. He was too deep in thoughts, couldn't defend himself fast enough and was pinned down, suddenly being undressed by this... unwashed Sniper! At least he was looking for the suit, well it was wrinkly and dusty so who cares right now, he would get himself another one soon.
With a furious shriek he tried to wriggle away. „Non! Au pied! Assis! Filthy bushman!“, it wasn't fair the man licking him like he was a big australian kelpie, non he was a man and not an animal. And he needed to learn to do things like a human. Armand wouldn't think about the man looking after the tears he may... well no, there was just something in his eyes and the stink in this van and so on to make his eyes water. But it was dried right now, so who cares. No one needs to see anything of this.
„It would take an hour to convince me to be bound again. I won't let you do as you please.“, he muttered weak, not wanting to fight right now, but not wanting to be bound either, the hands were okay, just... not the whole way. It would be too much, right now he could flee, could free himself, with his whole body bound it wouldn't be this easy. He refused to tell the man he hadn't gotten anything, just the shivering and the hard vibrations, everything had been too much and then the fire, no relief, just pain. With a little shudder he remembered his death, burning wasn't pleasant and he hated it, more than anything, even if it was just shortlived.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Mai 18, 2017 8:39 pm

There had been this one day in his youth where the internet was full of stupid stuff and also, well, a moshpit video from somewhere northern europe or such. He almost died of laughter and awe of how brutally funny that was, not forgetting it since then. Should be a survival training for Mercenaries to stay in there as long as possible.
Just like Mikey, Miles was a simple man, knowing that was the most confusing for people like spies, attending for a trap behind every corner.They never got what they expected, and this made them more vulnerable, allowing to feel safe, just like gaining the trust of an injured Dingo. He would come back, getting some nourishment, if he wanted or not – because he needed it and that was more important. Might get insane from thinking too much someday.

No need to show any appreciation of his touches, the fact that spy wasnt forcing him aside was sign enough to know he liked it. Miles chuckled.
„A spy callin' me sneaky ... something's wrong here!“, he chuckled, letting go to just get comfortable and undressing, getting rid of the worst „fashion disasters“ or whatever the french frog was calling it. Not that it mattered, with firm yet calm gestures, he pinned down his poor neglected victim, he had captured him earlier today, when they were at full energy – Miles didnt die today and he was not even expecting real resistance now. He held for a moment.
„Convince? That sounds like I'd ask politely if you want it ...“ which he won't do. But well, his sense for basic human feelings told him this kind of game would be too much for them now, Miles had learned and thought alot to be able to understand how to handle this Spy, it still was not perfect.
With his weight, he held the wiggling body down, if he cried, there was just a hint of it left or it was sweat for maybe Armand didnt shower like usually before, maybe gone by rubbing on the pillars? He ignored the cute little outburst and just leaned down to nibble the exposed neck and throat of the spy, knowing what he needed. He needed simple words to distract his mind, and simple touches to distract his body from all that was making him so nasty right now. A poor cat in distress, needing to be set calm again.
„Just shut up.“, he answered, even if there was nothing to be uttered right now, and got down to kiss him, passionately, demanding, cutting every word short and letting his own body share the warmth a night walk had given him. Only when he felt him getting easy, Miles would even think about letting those slim wrists go.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Mai 18, 2017 10:50 pm

Whatever it was it sounded terrifying and indeed not very funny. But perhaps it was something only a brute and easy man could laugh his ass off, like the Snipers both would say. No moshpitting for him, merci beaucoup. And damn him to try to compare them spies with a... dingo! They were no filthy dogs like those brainless brutes. Perhaps they were going insane by the stupid thoughts and inputs of their teammates and enemies. Dingos. Dear god.

Well maybe he liked it, but right now he wouldn't admit anything. Not under torture. Well perhaps if he tried to stay in the fortress and not in the van with Spy, fucking or cuddling him, whatevr he needed, like those fashion disasters perhaps. But it was nice of him to get rid of it, knew how it would turn everything down just thinking about those shoes. How could he be fucked by someone with this fashion style? At least he knew in which hole he needed to stick something.
Armand didn't answer to this statement, knew he was getting old, getting tired and not wanting to admit that he trusted the man more than he should. „I thought Australians were polite folks? What would your maman say?“ Didn't matter, there were those sinfull light chopped lips exploring his neck, his skin, it felt good and distracting, he needed more of it or lesser, the Sniper would know. He always knew things befor the Spy, sometimes it felt as if he was the one spying and not the other way round, but he would keep his mouth shot. No need to ask further questions or get fired.
First a dog now a cat, what was next? A koala bear? Perhaps he would get some leafs to be fed with and needed more fur to look cute? „Make m....mh!“, he wasn't able to finish his sentence, felt the strong hands, the strong body on his own, letting his instincts taking over, this one time. There were to much clothes between thhem andhe tried not to whine as pathetic as it sounds in his ears, but he really needed the man in him, his fingers, his tongue, his hard and swollen member. No tricks and no games please.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 19, 2017 7:04 am

A dangerous activity but Miles was absolutely sure someone like Soldier would absolutely love it, for a sharpshooter this giant mess was not that attractive. First, he was a ranged fighter, second, there was no chance to hit a single target in this mess. And yeah, why no dingo? they were ferocious creatures, almost impossible to tame if one didnt know why - exactly like a spy, right?

No need to admit, the way Armand acted told enough about what was going on, and even if it meant nothing, they knew each other for a long time by now. He was here, so it was fine and Miles would get the reason why soon enough. Although his favourite hole to put something in was the Spy's mouth so he would shut up.
Yeah they were both getting old, Miles had noticed the difference between himself and the younger red Sniper just like Armand had noticed with the younger blu spy. It was okay though, as long as they got along.
"Thats just a rumor. Normally we punch crocodiles.", he replied, "But she'd say to offer you a tea after I'm done with you."
But that would take much more time, even without binding his little victim as Armand really was in a bad mood, at least considering what his body needed. Miles was no spy but he was a sharpshooter, always with both eyes open and seeing enough to decide.

Spy was a cute yet wild one so yeah, animal names in general suited him and the way he would cling to Miles soon enough was fitting a Koala bear too. Nice Idea. He was cute enough already though. A kiss was enough to finish it all, letting their tongues meet first time for today. Such a lovely whine, Miles purred deeply and then let go of the Spy's hands. He was not afraid of him, it was giving and taking and when he went too far and Spy showed that by hurting or stabbing him, it was only fair.
"C'mon, get yourself ready.", he demanded, letting go for a moment so spy would be able to remove all clothes that were unnecessary as Miles himself got up to undress. There was nothing wrong with a hasty, maybe even desperate fuck and depending on the whine Armand had given, he'd obey. As soon as there was no tissue in his way anymore, Miles reached for the little hole so neglected today, seeing if one or two fingers would fit, and getting down to kiss the Spy again. Was important to keep him distracted, so no break for them.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 19, 2017 12:28 pm

Yeah some brute like Soldier or Demoman or even Heavy, but not the sane ones, even Pyro would shriek away, he was sure of it. And that meant a lot about his view of sanity in his comrades.
Well spelled like that it would sound good enough but they were dirty things, fighing and living in mud and dirt and nope. Merci beacoup but non! If he was an animal it would be a cat, a big cat, dangerous and sneaky.

Perhaps he was a bit out of his self, not knowing what was driving him mad, just the feeling, this lone throbbing feeling in his chest. It felt like a black hole inside, eating everything away, taking his thoughts and his feelings and everything within and. Really he wasn't sure what this was.
Well old, they were old enough to know things the youngsters didn't and it was nice to see them, reminding them of their own games.
For a moment he was lost, about what woman was the man talking? Ah... he himself has brought Miles mother into this. Well. „Yeah? Good that I'm no crocodile then... your maman sounds like a nice one, but I bet she wouldn't believe how brute you are.“, he teased without venom, just tired of this all, but not letting the man get away and be... nice and calm. There was fire in this old bones. Somewhere.
And he wasn't cute. Wild yeah but not cute and he would only cling to Miles to get him to move faster and not thinking about stopping or teasing. And yet he yearned for it, kissing back with closed eyes and a little sigh, enjoying the kiss, their tongues, it was nice and good and he loved it. As long as it lasted, Miles was away to soon, getting a growl from the Spy, why was the man playing with him right now? Careless he got rid of his suit, even damaging the shirt but without giving it a second look, laying there naked and like whatever existed had created him. It didn't take long and he opened his legs willingly, giving the man the needed space and hugging him to get more of the warmth, even if the camper was now warm enough. „No... just.. just take me.“, he asked, not wanting to admit how pathetic his voice sounded, even his mask was still on, not wanting the man to see him like this. „Please. Make me forget... everything.“ It would hurt, he knew it, he was unprepared and after respawn it always took a little bit to prepare him, but he wanted the pain the blood, wanted to be taken and not have a choice. Perhaps than it would be quiet in his head.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Mai 19, 2017 10:25 pm

Pyro would just be confused and not knowing who to burn first, nothing to worry about for sure. It really was funny if one didnt need to participate ... but Miles knew that people needed to do something brainless from time to time. It was helping to relax, to forget. And in fact there was little to no mud in Australia as it was way, WAY too dry. But fine, a big cat, sneaky and dangerous ... purring and being tame when patted and cuddled, sleeping in all places imaginable. Yep, fitting for red spy indeed.

Miles noticed that Spy acted up a bit more than usual, maybe in distress because they were interrupted by blu Spy and Armand got probably killed. He would not ask, probably because Miles would not understand it with words even if Spy would tell him what was going on. They were getting old, developing more and deeper thoughts than the playing youngsters ...
Miles chuckled, not as offended by family stuff like Mike as this was not a secret. He still called his parents, sure.
"You could tell her what a mean brute I am. I'm calling tomorrow.", he replied calmly. No need to pick up a fight, it was too late today for fire and such, no games, just being herre and doing what was needed so badly. And it was needed if Spy just kissed back, almost weakly compared to the art of tongue he normally was using. French mouthes were the best for sure, but Miles noticed ther wont be much coming from Spy this evening. It was fine. He didn't even protest, just undressing quickly and offering himself. Not like a whore, more than something else ... it was not an invitation, it was a plea.

Miles himself didnt waste any time too, not even getting rid of his pants and just opening it enough to do what was necessary. Not even the fingers touching him down there, willing to prepare him a bit were welcome. Yes, that would hurt but there were worse things than physical pain, right? To Miles, admitting that someone needed help was not pathetic - it was brave to bare one's weaknesses like that, and to him, it was also a sign of trust. No big cat would do that when it was not sure to be comforted and helped, instead of being shoved aside or even killed.
"Okay.", he replied, giving a tender kiss while retrieving his fingers, "Stay with me then, will ya ..."
At least for tonight. Not because Miles needed it so desperately, but because he could imagine how hameful it might be for Spy to ask for something else aside from a fuck. So he offered it willingly.
Just like Spy wanted, he got down on him, spreading the slim legs and watching him for a moment. Even though he pitied Spy a little, he was already hard, that happened alot around this french tease ... He suppressed the wish to say sorry, positioning himself and then forcing in - it was painful not only for the Spy, he was so incredibly tight, dry and clenching that he didnt even get inside that far. He hissed, holding for a moment and trying not to comfort him, even if he wanted to ...
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 20, 2017 2:03 am

Good there was no such thing and they were all quite happy. It was brainless enough to fraternize with the enemy, to get him to know you, to be held and fucked and to just spend time with him. He must be braindead to well like everything about it. It wasn't good to admit and it wasn't nice not to let him know, but... it felt good to be cared of, and he cared for the man too. Even if he was a big cat, the Sniper would be a bigger cat, looking after him and tucking him into a place he wanted him to be.
Perhaps that was the problem, he wanted time for them both, time to well... develop this whatever this was. He felt the need to bolt and run like the little Spy would feel sooner or later. But also the want to just hold the other one or be hold. It wasn't just that he got killed, it was... everything and nothing.
„Now now... you wouldn't want your mother knowing that you're bedding the enemy.“, he laughed, but somehow it felt off. Not really, it wasn't like he would want a family on his own, what a funny and stupid wish.

Plea or not he knew Miles would follow his wish, even if he knew he was really selfish, knew what the man wanted but there was this need to punish himself, to feel from pain. To feel everything and if hte pain would be too much he wouldn't feel the rest.
He looked not to his Sniper, just to the ceiling, waiting for him to start and just gt over here and ruin him. The tender kiss almost killed him, but his mouth wasn't working, perhaps this should be the moment to tell him to stop, that everything was okay but it wasn't and then there was only pain, searing hot white pain flashing through his body, through his mind, causing him to cry out, to claw at Sniper and drawing the man close,well his upper body. „St...stop. S'il te plaît. Stop.“, he cried out, shivering from pain and need and well it was pain but this wasn't helping wouldn't help, somehow he knew it right now. „ I don't... I am... I am sorry, so sorry.“, he whispered, drawing the man nearer and starting to sob, not cry, no never cry. He was just so... down, didn't knew what to do or what to make out of everything.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 20, 2017 11:28 am

Yeah happy people were a rare and good thing, normally everyone was responsible for his own satisfaction but sometimes one needed help with that. Or just wanted more. Miles saw himself more like a sheperd dog, keeping together what was important and making sure it wont run away too far and hurt itself. To him, it was logical that spies needed distance sometimes to observe what was going on from afar, like they were used to.
It was nice to hear Armand laugh, even if it was just a bit and not that humorous, but it brought a thought to Miles' head: to his mother, this red and blu stuff won't be of importance. To her, Spy would only be a simple man with a funny accent, with a suit like the men in the old black and white movies she loved so much when Miles was younger. In the outer world, this conflict Spy experienced might be a different one. He saved this thought for later, not answering directly to this anymore.

Of course he would, feeling a little responsible that he tied Spy up so much he was completely defenseless when his blu counterpart arrived and therefore probably suffered alot at the hands of his rape victim. It was not a good thing to hurt Armand, even if he asked for it and maybee needed it to ease his confusion, something the tender kiss was telling him too. It hurt them both but it was probably worse for the Spy, his screaming without any sign of the pleasure he was normally demanding almost broke Sniper's heart. He was so very thankful that now, Armand was finally begging him to stop as he would have had troubles to even continue.
The delicate fingers clawing his skin left little marks, and Miles let himself be pulled down without resistance. Out of instinct he pulled back, they were both moving, Spy even trembling, he didnt want to hurt him more. Miles leaned down, giving the man full body contact and embracing him, as close as possible so he could hide a bit on his neck. He was not sure why his lover was so out of himself this evening but the reason was not nearly as important as comforting him. He let go for a moment but only to pull the thin blanket over them, far enough to cover most of the spy's head, trying to help him hide and sparing him any more shame. Normally, Armand wouldnt let him see his tears and this was the only way to have him close but without seeing anything he didnt want to show.
"Don't apologize ... its okay. Just tell me if you need something."


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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 20, 2017 1:28 pm

They were rarely rare, one just needed to find some people who won't think and just feel anything and there you go. Hippies. But happy. Not decent guys like them. A sheperd dog, well an australian kelpie was really fitting, some strong and independend dog, knowing what to do, knowing how to keep anything intact and functioning, unlike the Spy he was using his forsight to help people not sheming things and well... sometimes he was helping, they needed a functional familylike environment, somehow perhaps like mother and father of the whole bunch.
There were people that could deal better with caring about their own health and then there were Spies. Well at least they weren't filthy bushmens.
Yeah yeah his laugh was cute and so on but right now he didn't feel like laughing, even the prospect that Snipes mother would never approve of their relationship, but really, why was he thinking about things like that? He was a spy. He was old enough not to think about fantasies that were just that. And there was nothing! Nothing funny about his accent. What was wrong with those people?

There was no way he should feel responsible, he just hated to be burned and if it was connected with sex it was just too much. Too much connected to his past. Some things were better left untouched. Perhaps one day he would tell Miles... well non. Never.
But right now he wasn't hurting just himself, he was hurting Miles, sweet Miles who did everything he could to help him, to let him feel good, as much as he was teasing and being angry with the man he knew deep in his heart that he was loving this man. His legs were trembling, he was shivering and he couldn't help but there were tears on his face. That was one of the worst, one of the damn worst ideas he ever had. It hurt as he moved away, as hurtfull as it was he now felt so damn empty, not only there, everywhere. His arms slung around the bigger man, sobbing quiet and hiding his face on the neck, embarassed by himself. He felt the blanket, felt the man and suddenly he didn't want to hide anymore, with trembling hands he pulled a bit away and tugged at his mask, not really in the right state to remove it, getting angry and disappointed with himself and just... well get stuck with the mask half over his face, covering his eyes and sobbing some more. „Je ne peux pas enlever.“, he knew he sounded pathetic, his voice quiet and his hands still on his face, letting them fall down unmoving next to his face. „I don't know why you still... put up with me. You deserve something better, you know the blu one could be shared by you both, he would be... fitting don't you think?“ He would like to curl into himself, like to just vanish, but he was too tired, to broken to move, just wanted to be hold and oh he didn't want to loose Miles, he needed him, just needed him to be his rock, to be his light. „I... je t'aime... Je ne veux pas te perdre.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 20, 2017 4:32 pm

Hippies were fun and easy minded, many backpackers in Australia were like that and one could learn alot from them. Miles was no dog and his mother had always been keen to raise him strong, so he would not die in the harsh outback, in the struggle for survival. And he made it to his job keeping others safe as well, it was a good feeling to succeed and to help such an independent and fierce being like Spy. He was thinking too much, about family, not even his own but the Future he might wanna have or not. It was not important now, why think about the future when one was not even happy in the present? His cute spy with the cute accent.

Miles knew that he would probably never know everything about Spy, and it was fine. All that happened to him had made the Spy to the man he was now - and Miles liked him the way he was with all his fears, the rage and the laughter. It hurt to hear him scream, to know he was responsible for this, that he didnt see what Spy really needed. He was never mad at him yelling and bitching around, it was fun sometimes and made Armand to the likeable strange spook he was. Miles didnt want him to cry, not even sob and if he was hiding the Spy they could act like nothing happened.
Miles cuddled him too, feeling the slim arms around his body and tucked him in until he felt Armand move. So he let loose enough trying not to watch what he was doing but noticing how much he was shivering and his voice trembled intensely. Miles had no idea what he said but he sounded like he needed help. Carefully he lifted his hand and then removed the wrinkled mask, putting it aside and caressing the soft hair a bit while he talked. It was about time they talked a bit more.
"A younger, more stubborn and loud version of yourself should be better? I dont think so.", he asked back, smiling softly now that he got a better insight in what the spy was thinking. Still holding him close, still caressing, stil breathing in the soft scent. Then, Miles hold for a second, not like freezing but slowing down. He didnt know french... Nothing but these two and a half words. He had looked it up just in case he would get a good moment to say it... But a spy was always faster as it seems. Miles drew him close, kissing the head of his lover.
"How do you say 'I love you too' in french?", he asked softly. What the second sentece meant, he was not sure... But it had felt again like the plea to stay. He wont let go. "Dont be so sad anymore. I'll stay as long as you can bear my nonexisting sense of fashion."
Maybe it worked to cheer him up a bit.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Mai 20, 2017 10:56 pm

At least he wasn't talking like that to Soldier, he would get a lecture about not trusting hippies and so on, but Sniper seemed to be like the person to make friends or get something out of it in case of information or well... habits. But he was a dog, his dog, his loving dummy dog, not letting him go, happy with him like a dog would be with his owner or a friend, even if he was treated bad. He was really good at helping and keeping everyone safe, in case he was the father and Spy would be the mother. Funny to think like that.
And it would be nice to not think so much, but there... he was a Spy, they were paid for thinking. Guess what, he also liked how Miles was talking, getting used to the mates, even told it one time to Engie who had looked quite funny.

There wasn't much to know, he was leaving everything, anything that could get close to him, his family died and he was all alone. Nothing really to talk about, a live chosen from himself. Well almost. And right now he knew that all he needes was pain, but somehow, the face of his lover and the sudden stab, it wasn't what he wanted, he needed pain but didn't want it. And he didn't want to cause Miles pain, wanted to have him this nice and caring and anything. Armand didn't want to pretend that nothing happened, he wanted to say that he was sorry, that he as not himself and didn't knew what to do. It was nice of Miles to help him, to expose his face, wet and tired and really down. His eyes closed on his own, leaning into the touch and nodding slowly. „...Non?“, he asked quiet, maybe the Sniper really had too much sun at home to choose Armand and not the little one. It was nice.
Well not nice what happened after that, he froze in the australians arm, staring at him with wide and scared eyes. „What...?!“, he nearly shouted, not understanding what the Australian... what it meant that. „You don't speak french! There's... you heard it wrong and and... why... you don't... understand it normally.“ He felt vulnerable, more tensed than before, even if the man wanted to know how to respond to it. „You're stupid...“ It was more sobbed this time, closing his arms around the man, hugging him closer then ever, „.. aussi. Je t'aime aussi... nd I will never... be sick of your stupid hat and those shoes and this horrible trouser... je vous adore même avec everything.“ His mouth twitched in a little smile, looking at the Sniper, kissing him softly and tender. „I... can you make love to me?“ An innocent wish, not happening under normal circumstances but right now, perhaps it was something they both needed, he could take it, just a little bit slower, he loved the aussie, knew he wouldn't do anything they both didn't want. He trusted... he trusted him.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Mai 21, 2017 10:44 am

Miles was never talking much to anyone, not Soldier and anyone else, as it was normally wasted time. However, to spy he talked sometimes without reason when he was exhausted, just to distract him from his own thoughts – but not right now. Armand might be explosive or cynical sometimes but that was nothing too bad, and like he said, there were always mother and father. If people were different from each other, that wa snot making them better or worse per se. Miles even bbe able to let go anymore, so used to his lover's presence and all his little flaws and his thinking, the thinking that sometimes seemed to overload his mind. That sweet french speaking spook really was biting off more than he could chew from time to time.

Many of them had a story similar to Spy, not exactly the same but stories of loss, suffering and bitterness, the mistrust resulting from it and keeping them safe. Miles might be egotistical es well, wanting to be the one keeping Spy safe, not his other mechanisms to push threats aside. No one here was alone, but sometimes so lonely in a place full of people. It was okay to be hurt sometimes, and for Miles it was okay to bear pain if it was helping the Spy … but it was no good feeling. To admit he was sorry and changed mind was a good thing, telling him what was wrong so they culd fix it together.
„Absolutely not.“, he repeated, the blu spy was young and just as stormy and unpredictable as Armand was a few years ago, why should he start anew trying to tame one, until he was crying and saying he'd deserve better … which he dont. A dog was loyal, and not interested in age or youth. He felt a little guilty as Armand was acting up now, getting all lively again but it was a coincidence. Miles crawled the tensed back, looking apologizing in those beautiful wet eyes, nodding.
„Those are the only words I looked up … for a right moment to tell you.“, he admitted, not wanting to break the feeling of safety Spy must have when talking in a language Miles didnt know. He held his tensed stiff Spy more carefully, losely so he would have the chance to retreat if he wanted. But instead, Armand hugged him sobbing, maybe now shrieked a bit that he was embarassed by Sniper who just cuddled him closer too.
„I know... sorry.“, he said murmuring then listened and tried to repeat what Spy said without being able to form french sounding words, making it sound weird, „Je t'aime aussie. But you dont have to stop complaining about the clothes, I think its really cute.“
He didnt understand everything but most out of context, relieved that he saw a little smile, kissing back with asoft sigh of relief. Maybe Spy would feel better now. Miles looked at him, smiling lovingly at him and nodded, in awe as Spy never asked something like that. So he kissed him again and more passionate this time, his rough hands wandering over Spy's chest, teasing his nipples for a moment, rubbing their bodies against one another.
„Should I get you some lube? I dont want you to tear any more ...“, he asked quietly, knowing that Armand was possibly bleeding down there or that he had bled. But if he didnt want any lube he could perpare him any other way, it was fine. Maybe Miles was impatient but …
„I need you so much … let me see you when we do it, will you?“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Mai 21, 2017 1:11 pm

Yes, that was something he knew and loved, him the only one the man would open up and talk too, it was nice to see him wordless at teammeetings or such things, even barbecue and then them two alone he would start to talk. About his mother or his hunts or something else. It was really, really nice. It felt special and he was amazed by such tiny but great things. It had slowly loosened his tenderness, drawing him to the man like a moth to the light. And indeed Sniper was his light, his source of energy and the best thing that had happened in a long time. ( We won't talk about fathering the damn blu scout. It was a nice thought to have childern but he doubted the boy would ever accept him as a father or that he himself would not murder the boy after a day running around with him. And also... he didn't want poor Miles been eaten an ear of just from the senseless bubbling. He really wanted to know from whom the boy had his selfconfident. It clearly wasn't healthy. But whatever no one needs to know.)
He was just glad to have his sniper, hoped the little blu one would get a rock in Mike as well, to easy to loose himself in this business, in this role they needed to play. Even now he feared to loose himself sometimes but then Miles would smile at him, tease him or take his head to let it sit on Armands just to get him to taunt and work himself up. He knew he did it to distract him, it was a little game they played and he loved this too. Damn he was really getting old, wasn't he?

Yeah he knew, he knew every story, needed it to know, to prevent the others from a breakdown, knew how Pyro lost his beautifull face and his family,knew how their own Scout was beeing bullied and beaten and all such things. It wasn't easy to not confuse his story with those of the others, or the strong characters he liked to play at his jobs, trying to have steady and strong things in his life to depend on, before he met Miles. There was no need to cause Miles more pain than a stab in the back, or a bullet in the belly, they were fighting and loving, were hating and caring at the same time.
And he wouldn't be replaced by June, it felt good to know that, he hadn't really be sure about that. He wasn't used to getting something good, getting something, someone that cared for him. As a person not a tool.
It was.... nice and caring and the aussie was such an demanding and cute and caring idiot, he could cry. „You wanted it to say? To me? You are... I don't know what to say. There... you got the superior Spy speechless... again.“, he smiled a bit, sobbing but smiling and he was so proud and felt like he would burst. There were the thoughts that it couldn't be real, couldn't be good, would be taken away from him, but right now he was flowing in this loving feeling to have someone just for himself, like he was the australian ones.
„I will never. Never stop to tease you about those... things. I won't call these things clothes. And it is not. I repeat! Not cute. Cause I am not cute. And therefore things I do aren't cute.“
But yeah, he felt better, felt the kiss softening his tensness, laughing a bit about this loving puppylook on his lovers face, taking his face into his hands and kissing the nose, then the lips innocent. It was nice to be ravished, but to be cherished and cherish was nice too. He laughed as the Australian just kissed back more passionate, willingly let his mouth be robbed, giggled a bit. „Well my loved one, if you please? I will... will get a quick look for a medkit, I've got one in my suit, and then we can go as long and as tenderly as you want it.“ , well he knew how his lover want to just love him and not ravish, not hurt him. He could take it, make his Sniper proud.
„But of course... I've taken my mask off, haven't I? And I want to see you too mon petite carnivore. Do you... want anything else, please let me know. I want this to be special.“ He let the sheet slide a bit off his body, covering just one of his legs and his member, teasing his man with bending his back a bit, letting a hand caress over his body and teasing one of his nipples, moaning soft.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Mai 21, 2017 3:03 pm

A strange phenomenon, right? Mike didnt dislike his other teammates, but there was nothing to talk about with them, no need to get to know each other better. But talking to spy, distracting him from dark thoughts by telling him uninteresting family stuff ... was nice and special, yes. Spies were hiding in the darkness, and he really appreciated this one to get close enough to the light to be seen by him from time to time, still they were fighting as they were paid for it but the times of peace had become nicer and nicer. Even if some things like knowing who the scouts daddy was would be very odd. Miles didnt think about it too much but having kids on his own, caring about them like his parents cared about him ... would be nice. Their younger counterparts would get to this point as well, probably, getting old and wanting more than just getting better, killing more, more efficiently.

So many depressing things Miles would never know about because he didnt need to, having his natural instinct to notice when someone was about to break, or even when lost, just like the spy who had been so easily confused by different approaches, only in battle long time ago, whenerver Miles changed something in his behavior or was waiting for him, setting a trap with a plate full of cookies outside his door in the safespot, stuff like that. It was okay to kill each other, knowing they might meet after the sirens yelled ceasefire. Why should he take June and start all this hard work anew? People were not exchangeable like tools and a spy was not the same as a spy.
He didnt want Armand to cry but not see him angry either, nodding with a smile, he really wanted to say it, never finding the fitting reason why - scared to be refused when Spy was too self-secure, too scared to break him when he was needing support, confronted with those words. Maybe he had waited for too long, causing him trouble. He cuddled his speechless spy, sobbing and smiling, this time licking a few droplets from his cheek as an apology. No one would ever separate them, richt? What should that be, the Administry? The war? Before it got that far, he'd quit without a second thought.
"The more you deny the cuter you get, love ... ", Miles murmured with a grin, sucking in the sweet little laughter, the kisses, his waarmth ant the beating of their hearts. Then he turned his head, reaching for the suit to drag it closer, so spy could look for the Medikit.
"Yeah you seem a bit exhausted.", he said, reaching under the bed where his box of special toys was, but only reaching for the lube. He liked both loving and ravishing him, loved seing him smile while they did it, but also having him close to his breaking point, moaning and screaming - but not today. There was nothing else he wanted but to comfort the spy, making him feel good so he would sleep well, no matter what happened today.
"Me too.", he said, getting up on his knees to free himself of any remaining clothes and getting some lube on his fingers, his own meat reacting to that tease, this beautiful sight. He smiled, leaning down to gently nibble the slim fingers, licking over the delicate nipples, while his own fingers sneaked under the blanket. He was careful, distributing the lube on the outside first, watching closely if it would hurt yet before slowly inserting one finger, checking if it was fine for his lover. He had suffered enough.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Mai 21, 2017 9:30 pm

Maybe a bit. But the others were telling him a lot of things right now, there was no need to ask further questions, a Sniper was meant to be a little lonesome, if they needed someone they would talk to Engi, or perhaps Medic, sometimes even Spy if they were desperate enough.
Nothing he ever told him was uninteresting, he loved to hear him speak, the low dangerous voice suddenly filled with love and tenderness, his view distant and in memories. It was nice and he wanted him to think of him too, wanted to remember in the same way the Sniper loved his family. He loved the times of peace much more than those of war, perhaps they really needed to retire? One time the Adminstrator would found out about it and destroy them. But first he would destroy her, he had information... news that she was the same woman on both sides, he just needed to talk with one he trusted, perhaps they could get everything down and enough money to live and went into early retirement? Well he didn't need to know anything about the boy, but it would sometimes be nice to just have a family. Perhaps sometimes the boy would forgive him to get his mum pregnant and then well... it wasn't willingly that he left her. He was left in this part. His sons security was more important, right now he knew it felt like he had left and discarded him. Engineer was a better dad for the boy than himself. Another thing he would tell Miles sometimes, wanting him to understand some things.
June would learn, like Mike would learn to understand him. There was no retirement for them if they needed to teach the little ones to live and be happy. There were ways to spare them from the bad things that happend to them two.

A lot of things weren't necessary, but a Spy lived for information and not from feelings, he needed evidence. But right now he needed nothing but Miles, needed to be held and needed to hold him. He wanted to show him, tell him how important he was, but no words left his lips. And it indeed was interesting and depressing with Miles, had left him with more to think than to ponder over other things. And he had taken the cookies, not knowing how to respond, but had Pyro and Scout to test them, just to be sure that they weren't poisend, but well.. they had been good, so good that he had left a good wine in the latest Snipernest without killing the man, just leaving after and not aknowlodging his presence.
They were changeable, a thing he learned quite early, would sure be a problem in June too, wouldn't it? So yeah, he had chosen Armand and trapped him in his net, with his australian charme and those stupid silly clothes that he loved so much.
„That... you can be proud. I won't deny anything today, just try to enjoy it, yeah?“, he was smiling and felt good, they would figure everything out. He reached for his suit, taking the medkit and inserting it himself, however that was functioning. It felt refreshing and he felt his muscles loosen and his wounds treated. It was really magical. „ Je ne sais pas... but I want to give you something back, you... I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you Miles.“, he answered quiet and smiled at the man, showing him his body, wanting him to be pleased. And right now he was looking at the man, enjoying the show himself. „You are beautiful. Without.... these things.“, he smirked teasingly, purring as the man started to tease and touched his body. His mouth opened to let the man hear, a little moan escaping him, sighing as he felt the cold lube, only warmed from the warm fingers, as it broke into his little ring of muscles. It was nice and he nodded smiling. „Everything is fine my love, come, let me taste your mouth, I want to be near you when you prepare me. Feel your warmth and touch your face.“ With one hand he reached out for the man, but parted his legs at the same time, giving him more room to play, to open him up. He was ready, wanted to love the man like he wanted to love his body and his soul. Everything would be right, they would seal their future with this.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Mai 22, 2017 12:07 am

In that case he was always so desperate he'd look for a Spy first, and he didnt want anyone else to get too close, to find out about his sneaky secret, something worth protecting. As he said, he didnt dislike the others, was friendly when asked stuff, but Spy was the only one he would actively try to talk to, making it easy for him to reply, no matter if nice or cynically. There were already so many memories but the only one he could share it with had made those memories together with Miles. Maybe, if they retired, he'd join a poker club for old men, telling them about his love. In fact that was something no one else needed to know. When Spy was not here at night or had left already, he had the same gaze looking up to the stars, thinking about him. He would never allow anyone to take this away from them, even if that meant to become what his father initially thought Miles had become as a mercenary... a killer even. Even an old dog would bite hardest when protecting his herd, and if they retired, he'd get a decent job so spy could still buy expensive clothes. The kids would have to make their own experiences, one way or another – maybe with a little help. But even Armand and Miles would not be able to help them trust each other, they had to learn that themselves.

No need to say what Sniper could sense and feel being close to spy, being allowed to touch him, to hear him was telling so much more than words. It was not only love but respect he felt from the first time he found a gift as an answer to his cookies or whatever he placed outside. Killing, rearranging, fighting, loving each other for such a long time now he still felt a little nervous, still not always sure he was doing the right thing to make Spy feel good and safe. Who had trapped who? It was not important.
„I'm happy as long as you're here.“, he said, it really was simple as that. Sure he loved to fuck Armand but wont be disappointed just lying here cuddling, telling stories or being silent. With the Medikit he was no longer in pain, Miles smiling at his so open-hearted words he never uttered before.
„You already do, please dont worry. I'd be alone without you too.“, he replied, so used to his lover that he already forgot the times before Armand. What it felt like to sleep alone. Mike would be stupid not to realize that soon just like Miles did. Admiringly he stroked the slim and perfect body, skin so white one could never see but only feel the scars.
„And I love to see your face like this.“, he replied softly, impressed that Armand could already smile again, relax and letting him hear this moan. He felt soft and warm around his finger, soon a second one followed gently spreading his favourite hole. Without hesitation, he slid up and kissed Spy, giving him what he wanted and softly rubbing his member on the other man's body, open legs allowing him to reach deeper, see more. He purred happily in their kiss, closing his eyes and breathing in Spy's scent.
„Mh … I'd suck you off if you want to.“, he offered, nuzzling his cheek against the other mans neck, „You can have me the way you need it, okay?“
Spy seemed to be better but Miles didnt forget he was crying not long ago, really wanted him to be relaxed and balanced after this. After tomorrow, they would be free for two whole days – with the youngsters, but free. He wanted Spy happy, and if it was just for this night. Though it would take much patience to not fuck his beloved immediately, feel his inside, make them one again the most intimate way possible.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Mai 22, 2017 9:08 pm

Such a cutie and a strange one, only seeking for a Spy, the most difficult of them. He sure was a man with strange pleasures and demands, liking so dangerous persons, like well... an australian liked their crocodiles. And Snakes and Spiders and everything deadly over there. Armand himself was always speaking, entertaining the man with questions or demands, showing him the french way of fun. Wasn't his problem they were all this uneducated. But Miles wasn't as brute and filthy as he was told from Armand, he was nice and knew a lot of things, knows how to live and be strong, how to make fire without a lighter and things for surviving. It was nice to talk about past things, but if he wanted to go to a poker club to tell them how much he loved Spy, well... have a good night. („No, no I don't play. I am just here to tell you about this handsome devil that captured and stole my heart, a real amazing Spy.“) If he really wanted to do things like that, he wouldn't hold him in the house, he would love to let him go, knowing he would come back.
It was tiresome, he wanted to stay not only the night, wanted to cuddle him and eat with him, not vanishing to prepare some things and go to his colleagues, not talking about where he was sleeping. And little did he know, Armand could go without expensive clothes but he liked them and right now he had the money to buy them, so why waste that option? Nah, no trusting, just a little push in the right directions, it was obvious what they needed, what they wanted but they were so blind. Had they been this blind too?

He didn't knew much about those sensing and feeling, but he loved to feel the man, smell him and taste him. The cookies were legendary, he really loved them and sneaked some whenever the man was cooking them, always fighting with the pyro to get them hot. He didn't knew what Miles had done to the Pyro, but he was fighting but not deadly and not with his flamethrower or axe. Even if he was sure the man knew that he was the red Spy and not the Blu or a ghost.
But normally he would just get them from his Sniper, stealing it in the van or getting it in their hiding places, he didn't like sweets but those cookies were delicious. And it was the right thing every time, they all made their faults, he loved the man more with his flaws and quirks than on the times he just tried to please Armand himself.
„ You are too selfless my love, one day you will come with me and let me please you with everything your heart desires.“, he smiled and shaked his head soft. It was a weak moment, after a goods night sleep he would be the same grumpy and sneaky and sassy spy as before, but right now, right now he felt vulnerable and safe and sore. Confused but somehow... loved?
Mais sure he was perfect and his body was white cause he tried not to be fried in the sun. Unlike some Snipers who loved to be grilled.
It was easy to let himself fall right now, to look at his Sniper and loose himself in those eyes, this smile and those uttered calming words. His lips connected with those of his loved one, yeah loved one and he sighed happy, feeling and tasting the sunburned man. His hands followed the muslces of the strong back, moaning into the touch, shivering and trying to rub his own member on Snipers. „Non, I... need you inside. Need to feel you. To feel that its real and not just a dream, please mon amour.“, his smile was soft, almost shy. His fingers ghosted over the strong neck, smiling and shaking his head. „Just... I can't think... I don't want to think...“ He was giving the man full control, this time without bindings, he trusted him, wanted him to feel the trust. He was Snipers and Snipers alone.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Mai 22, 2017 10:18 pm

Well, it was not because he was the most difficult one but because he needed a good and loyal dog to get along, wasn't he? In fact, Sniper had no idea anymore why him, why not everyone else or why a lover at all. He'd learned alot, got more extrovert himself, keeping the thick skin shrugging of the mean words which were nothing but affection from his spy anyway. Maybe they were fire and ice, maybe the one trained in a big city's jungle, the other one in the wild – and in playing poker, he really was good at it, especially when annoying everybody with his stories. But right now, he didnt need or want to share his precious and unique relationship with anyone. Whatever might happen, a good dog would always return home, always.

Miles had done nothing to pyro at all – well, maybe talked to him, the only being that wont betray them and understood when he told him he really liked that red Spy. That they could play, but not kill, and damn he was right. Spy didnt kill the little one either … otherwise it might not have worked.
They should visit Sniper's mum then, it was her recipe, and here outside of australia were so much more ingredients available that everything was overloaded with taste. Not so these Cookies with one special ingredient no one else would have for the Spy. It was always so nice to have them vanish, knowing he was here, still craving for it, like a soft breeze of fresh air passing by so softly, no matter how grumpy or sassy Spy was and would be. Even a storm needed a break sometimes so the sun could come out and burn his face, a lovely feeling Spy probably didn like. Not a bad thing as he looked so perfect, purely white and soft. Even his lips were like that, kissing back tenderly, sighing, breathing calmly.
„Who said I dont desire the same thing you want?“, he replied, it really was unimportant what they did as long as it was done together, innocently or with a sense of torture. Right now, it was soft, the fingers on his skin, the movements, their bodies touching each other.
„If it is, I'm dreaming too.“, he murmured before rolling over, coming over his beloved one, kissing him passionately. There would be no pain needed to make him feel fine, to clear his head abd wipe away all thoughts and worries. With a little haste, he prepared himself with a drop of Lube, not too much.
„Open up, alright?“, he asked, if Spy didnt feel ready he'd prepare him more, they had time and still he won't be satisfied until he could break his tight little entrance – this time without hurting him.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Mai 23, 2017 11:57 am

He would have never thought of himself as a dog loving type, but one more time the Aussie showed him that he knew nothing about himself. But indeed he was from the start clearly obsessed with both Engineer and Sniper, cause they were the natural enemies of every Spy on the field, but it was the Sniper that had magically drawn him in, not from his good looks, but his demeanor, not that he had ever felt sexually drawn to Engie, no no. And maybe... maybe he coated his affection to his lover and the motherhenning over his team with mean words. But only maybe. And anyway he needed to care for the team and the Sniper just to let the war go on, so it was necessary to bring Miles some Water on a really hot day cause this whole just decaf coffee wasn't healthy at all.
So? Well he wasn't as good in poker as the pokerface speak Spy himself! A pity he couldn't play the game, perhaps he would have won a lot of things on pokernight, but he simply just wanted to spend time alone on those days or rather with his Sniper. In fact if they wanted, pyro would be the best pokerplayer with the best pokerface, but the little ones sure didn't know how to play either. Armand himself wouldn't want to share this at all, but he knew the two little ones – not the pyros- would sense it soon enough. Together they were great. No need to part or to let the other one go.

Nah, no one would really harm the little vulcanos anyway, he wouldn't have guesses that miles had been mean to the little thing. No need in killing outside of the battlefield and indeed he was given some cookies from pyro, it had even cooked some himself and given it to Spy, rewarded the next time with a colouring book. Even if the cookies had been burned into bricks, it had made the little thing happy to see him eat it. Well and the belly rub from Sniper after he had belly ache was quite nice too.
And hopefully this special ingredient was love and not something filthy, cause he wouldn't expect something like that from Sniper.  But yeah, he also stole cookies after a fight, knowing that he was difficult too and most of the times it was him, wriggling like a snake and not knowing what to do and leashing out. He could be glad Sniper had so much patience.
To meet his mother would be a great step in their relationship, it would be nice and somehow... he would feel proud. Well a bit shy, if his mother didn't like him and tell Snipes to stop seeing him, whatw ould he do? Sure he loved his mother and wouldn't want to make her sad, would he? And Snipes ws right, it was long ago that he enjoyed having his face bathed in the light. Now it felt just alien, dangerous, not safe. Never safe this exposed.
But perhaps with Miles at his side... who knew... Australia was really warm so perhaps it was better to leave his mask be? Time would tell.
„You are so much better in caring than me bushman... You can't just... love to just pleasure me, there are things you like, tell them. Don't make me beg.“, but well, today was special, perhaps he would indeed beg, but rather demand to know. And he loved spending time with him too, carefully taking each free breath to see him, touch him, be near the man he craved. „You're not dreaming, or if... than we have the most pleasent dream one could have.“, he responded the kiss, drowning into it, just let himself fall, like he could when he was bound, but right now he was emotionally so unstable he could let himself fall, there was someone taking him up and holding him. A trusted loved one. One he never assumed to get.
He felt himself getting wet, no need to prepare more, he was allready wet now and  a little open, Sniper knew what to do and what it needs to make him a whining mess. His legs were parting a bit more, giving him the most access he could get without his limbs beeing tied in position, he felt his legs tremble a bit with need. „
Je veux que vous … I need you.“He was ready and he wanted to feel him, wanted to be parted and have him inside. „Take me, show me how much you want me, d'accord?“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Mai 23, 2017 10:50 pm

Cats and dogs could get along, couldn't they? Miles never thought much of cats before either, but one started to like what was different from oneself, liking or fearing it. Spy was not so hard to understand, well, yeah he was, but his schemes were always the same. He never had been a mean one, sneaky, a pain in the ass, but never mean to the core. He just had a sharp tongue in addition to sharp blades.
Yup, Armand would be the better player but wouldnt waste his time with inferior beings or stupid games. The little firethrowers were undeniably cute, almost heartwarming if not even burning them. Even if no one really showed it openly, many cared not only for themselves, there were so many friendships below the surface, cookies and water exchanged when people needed it the most. Sometimes it was not more than a little affection needed, and yes, maybe their two counterparts would notice. But hey, the old retiring complaining ones made it too somehow, they would understand it soon enough.

No, Miles was never mean to Pyros as he didnt want his hideouts getting burned down like the cookies he had to massage out of a whining and selfpitied Spy. It had been really cute and of course the special ingredient was love, everything else Armand could get out of him directly without any cooking. He loved cooking for his little snake, biting and hissing but never spilling any deadly venom, and even if, there were things he would not manage to kill inside Miles.
Oh he underestimated the mother of a non-typical australian who would probably knit him another suit, feed him up two sizes in clothing and chitchatting all day long in strange australian accent. They really should go there. And there would be no way he could avoid the sun there … he'd never want to make his mother sad – and his mother won't want to see him sad either.  She was that kind of woman saying „Oh well then cutie, I'm gonna have two sons instead of one, aye?“ instead of enraging … in Australia, there would be no one to see him aside from a few snakes.

„But I do love to see you in pleasure, sweetie, having you melt beneath me … but I promise I'll think of something you could do for me too.“, he said, understanding that Spy wanted to give something back and it would be so wrong to deny him that out of false modesty, not forcing him to beg. He smiled, answering the kiss in their most pleasant shared dream ever, giving Spy right. He had to care for him in that state, giving him all he wanted and needed. So his lover would not regret anything tonight.
His fingers felt the wetness too, feeling him spread and relaxed more than ever, well, at least after such a short time of preparation. Another soft kiss followed, Miles starting to position himself.
„Thats impossible because the night wouldnt be enough.“, he replied before slowly pushing in, breaking the muscle ring and hissing trying to hold back. Miles wanted him, truly wanted him but would not hurt him again, not today, moving so slowly it almost felt too easy to get in. He moaned softly, keeping Spy in a tight embrace making their bodies one again, sharing warmth, breath, and heartbeat. He felt himself calming down, feeling wanted, feeling needed, feeling … well, loved, in a way only Spy could do it. It felt so amazing, both physically and internally.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 24, 2017 11:17 am

They could be best friends thats for sure, but they wouldn't mate, that would be terrifying for sure... a cute little kitten and an australian kelpie, nope thats not what one want to imagine.
What an utter insult! He was indeed not easy and not simple, but perhaps he was just better than one could imagine this Sniper. Mais non, he wasn't mean just missunderstood, he was a rising sunshine on a cold winter morning, a beautifull and terrifying thing indeed. There would be verses about his sharpness and those of his blades.
But he wouldn't want to play poker, well if he would be teached he would try to make his Sniper strip but he would end naked too, so nope, better other games than poker. And they all were a big family, it wasn't as if the others were good at hiding it, even as the adminstrator had made a cut from any friendship with the other team they would find ways. It hadn't been only one time that he was a carrier of words or things between Soldier and Demoman of the opposite teams even if they were at hate and wouldn't admit to care for the other one. Normally the sweet words and nice things were accompied by mean words and ridiculous insults which he could spun better, but didn't. It wasn't his to judge. But at least it kept all of them happy and he indeed had seen his Sniper doing things for the others too. Such a nice gentleman with few things he could change. His hat for the matter. (Please don't... he loved the hat, well had grow to love it.)
The two little ones didn't see a lot of this, too young and too focused on their tasks, their job. It was nice to see, nice to look at and nice to intervere if something wasn't right or went the whole wrong way.

Miles was never mean to anyone, he was a big lovable dork, trying to spent his time alone but if someone needed help or asked him for help he was there, always there and helping everyone. He was a far better man than Spy, deserved something more, something better, but he had a soft spot for broken things. Tended to repair them.
It wasn't cute, it had hurt! But he had seen the joy the little pyro had had and it had been worth the pain, he had such a good nurse everything was fine after that. Pfuh, so love it was, well that was indeed a good thing they had it on the table right now, knowing that they loved each other.
And maybe, maybe he wanted to see the Snipers mother, perhaps be proud and touched that he could have also a mother. A stepmother but a mother indeed. It would be nice... And two boys were better than one or not? For her sake he would perhaps wear a knitted... something, he would refuse to call it a suit. There weren't any knitted suits. That wasn't right... But well then he knew from which one the Sniper had his strange fashion sense. Could be worse.
But yeah... it would be nice, really nice and nothing he would ever dare to dream for himself.

„You're charming me mon amour, Je ne sais pas... it won't took long if you carry on with this...“, he would melt under him, giving his body and soul to this man who had proved to be the best thing ever happened in his existence. And there wasn't anything to regret. He was sore, his body and soul and he had been in a bad state, but with this confession of love, on both sides, it felt good, felt amazing, he felt as if he could fly and at the same time drown. Right now he was feeling high but he knew the doubts would come, creeping behind a dark corner in his mind. But right now, he was enjoying it.
„Flattering will get you nowhere my strong bushman.“, his smile was light, touching the strong muscles on his chest, caressing the soft skin, how could he have soft skin if he was so suntanned, Armand didn't knew.
His eyes widened a bit as he was entered, felt so much more, so deep, he first hissed and then slowly layed his head back, closed his eyes and moaned with lust and passion, felt so good like this. It felt much more intense with the knowing that he was loved, acutally said it, it was everything right now. He was overwhelmed and he didn't feel the tears running down his face, cradling Snipers face and guiding him to his mouth. „I love you, I love you so much Miles, s'il te plaît, move, take me. Let us be one, I need you.“ It wouldn't be long to come, he was tired even if he felt energetic right now, he wasn't used to this anymore, exhausted from the inside. But this time... he would sleep peacefull and content in the arms of his love.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Mai 24, 2017 10:56 pm

Metaphorically spoken, that one kelpie loved to mate his little kitten, his difficult, self obsessed, sharptongued, broken little kitten. Spy was intelligent, it wouldnt take long to teach him poker and well … as if they could keep dressed for long when around each other, no matter if playing poker or not. And hopefully the strip poker game was private and not with any of the others.
Miles was no longer afraid of the Administry, even if there had been a few friendships that were made an example of how unwelcomed this was. Sometimes spies sneaked beyond enemy lines not for themselves, cookies were shared, arrows with messages sent. It was simple, the Administrator was only scared that they would all just leave, that this system might crumble when the affection spread. To Miles, it was affection if Spy was moping about his hat and all the rest but never insisting he should take it off or something. He knew how precious it was, just like Miles started to understand soon why the suit was important for Spy. Hopefully the little ones would be able to realize and recognize each other soon enough.

When grown up in the lonely wild, such a crowd of people soon became too much for Sniper, while Spy could make himself vanish in a crowd of thousand people, bending and flexing until his mind began to crack and crumble. This constant war … maybe it was not good for them, and he didnt want Spy to suffer. Only from loviingly burned cookies, but nothing else!
Cooking with love was something his mother also taught him, maybe would also teach Spy or show him, when all the farmhouse was smelling like apple pie and chokky rocks cookies. Of course two boys were better, more cookies to make, more nice words and affection to share. And knitted stuff. He wouldnt want to force it on the Spy but Miles was curious how he would act and feel in a stable environment, surrounded by only a few people treating him like friends or even family. If he would never dream about it, he would be so happy getting it without a warning maybe.

„I wont be able to resist long, too.“, he said, sighing happily as he felt Spy so relaxed, so free from everything else. He might have been hurt, but … it felt so good when being treated, even if there were some itches left. Miles was almost sure, even after they made their confession, that he would still have to fight for his lover, to capture him again and again because that was what they loved in the first place – no one should change his behavior or character, if that character was the reason why they loved in the first place.
Miles tilted his head, not knowing why that was flattery – to him it was only truth, and his skin not half as soft as Spy's. He was showeing often and the backstabs and all traces were washed away, for the next day to come. Spy was the only one to touch it, maybe even leave scratches today …
His eyes layed on his mate, even while being penetrated he moved so gracefully, perfect in every way, every gesture, every sound. If it wasnt for the happy smile, the tears would have made him stop again, worried that he might have hurt him again, but he seemed … really happy. Pain, Spy could handle that, but well this was probably unfamiliar. Sniper let himself get pulled down, not only hearing the words but feeling Spy's breath on his own lips, so close like they were right now. It suited him to demand, and it was pleasing for Miles to give him what he needed, to be needed as his partner, some safe spot. He kissed him softly while sliding deeper, then finally skin met skin as Spy took him all in with ease.
„Hang on, dear.“, he murmured, kissing Spy's neck as he started to move, not even a sheet of paper would fit between their bodies. His own back arched again and again, starting slowly and moaning quietly at every thrust, making them one again and again. „Armand …“
How the hell could he still be so tight, every time again? It didnt matter, Miles closed his eyes halfways, pulling him closer while going a little faster. He felt his cock twitch, pulsate greedily, and this time there were no toys, nothing to prolongue, it was almost vanilla and … very fitting for their first official sex as confessing lovers.
„I love you too ...“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Mai 25, 2017 4:00 pm

He was broken indeed, never denied it and he just wanted to feel whole. A thing he would just admit to Sniper, the only one he trusted. No matter if dressed or not, he didn't need to fuck with Sniper, it now was enough to just be with him, they could stay with each other, could eat together or just watch a film. It was first respect and fucking but now it had changed, perhaps was there from the first time they saw each other.
They didn't need to be afraid of anything, if it would go hard on hard they would all unite, blus and reds to help and protect each other, if the Administrator would ever try to destroy them. They were mercenaries, each one unique in their own way and they were the best of the best. No force would hold them if they wanted to retire some day, or just quit everything.
And he was beautifull with his clothes, a wildness Armand himself wouldn't trust himself to show, a courage he admired. And he was his Sniper, his Australian, his Miles. There was affection in every one of those mercenaries but they were professional enough to fight nonetheless. And the pay was really good, not that anyone of them needed it anymore, it was enough to live in luxurious things cause no one of them was spending any of it, everything payed from the companies. Even his suits. And those of the Blu Spy but well, little Mike didn't need to know that, did he?

They were suffering well but they also grew, like the little scouts after their first months in here, grown much more than outside of the fortress. He too had grown since than, learned to trust, to hope, to love. It was amazing, more than he ever dreamed for. First he wanted to just loose himself fully, to die somewhen but it had failed. He was feeling much more alive than ever.
And right now he was ready, ready to go meet Miles mother, to see a real family, to live there, to enjoy the wonders of people trusting each other and sticking with them.
It was okay to come with Sniper, was okay to just have the vanilla sex, it was something new, something holy. He wanted to cherish it, enjoy it and not only loose himself in carnal pleasure. Miles didn't stop, he was so sweet and caring and everything he ever wanted. Like nothing he ever met. No need of any of them to change their character, Sniper had seen trough all his lies, had crumble every little shell the man had build upon his heart, his soul. They were more like themselve than ever. But perhaps just Spy saw it like this.
No right scratches, he just dug his nails into the soft skin but not enough to draw blood, just enough to feel good, pressure like he knew Miles loved it. It felt good to dance with him, to feel him inside, to let him join in any way they liked. It just took Miles to say it again, to say it like this that shoved Armand over the line, making him moan and dugging his nails into the backmuscles. He cried out, the Name he loved so dearly, spending himself between them bodies. He felt his legs slung tighter around Miles middle, purring and gasping, trying to catch his breath. Amazing, Miles was amazing, and everything was so good and right. Yeah. For the first time in forever he felt as if he really belonged.
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