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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Apr 17, 2017 7:57 pm

It was a difference, perhaps not for the Spy, but for himself, he liked to see a person he wanted to fuck. Even.. if it wasn't everything he could see. And he wasn't someone who would remove the mask lightly, but would appreciate it if the Spy was somehow removing itself.
Nah, no killing right now little Spy, it was nice to fuck into the warm, willing body, was nice how their sweating bodys were rubbing at each other, filling his stomach with warmth, unlike a little Firefly he knew exactly what it was, was craving it and somehow found it in the enemy. The stabbing enemy.
The kiss was nice, it was unexpected and Sniper moaned, smiled as he felt the Spy coming, the seed hitting not just Spys chest, also the one of Sniper, cooling him a bit down, laughing with shallow breath. There was a slight smile on his face, the Spy wasn't mad at him for coming so soon, he was embracing him some more, causing him to kiss the soft neck, beneath the mask, purring a bit and laying down on the man, warming him with his own body. He also wanted to kiss, from his own, Sniper looked startled, stared at him and closed his eyes, feeling the lips on his own, moaning into the kiss, it was not soft but... it felt good, opened his mouth and teased the tongue, starteled about the strong unfamiliar taste after bitter almonds. His eyes widened for a moment, he gasped a betrayed „why...“ and... soon was back in the Respawnroom, shivering from the cold sensation of death. It felt like he was about to retch, clenching his fingers into fists and hitting the floor. „Damn... fucking Spy.“
He got a pitifull look from Demoman who just entered the room to get new supplies and stood up, grumbling and cursing. The Voice of the Adminstrator was giving them the results of the day, telling them about her disappointment and so on. Sniper just sighed and growled, going to his van without any lunch this time. He still tasted the betrayel and the bitter scent of the chemical substance on his tongue. Damn Spy... He could shove his suit up his ass. With force he shoved the blinds in his van down and barricaded the door. No way he would be surprised by that stinky french man this night.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Apr 17, 2017 10:58 pm

Maybe it was, for Spy it was not so much of a deal, his face a changeable thing that had not much importance, but this big softie was easily satisfied, a bit of cuddling, a bit of kissing, it seemed to be more important to him than actually fucking Spy. Who would think about taking off the mask ... he should have done it before Spy had the chance to get the poison out of it, it might have saved his life this time.
Still his body was pleased, feeling good and hell that thing inside was amazing, a good choice. Maybe not that bad, allowing him to be dominant for once. It was cute somehow, but still ... there was no way that they could separate like this, stand up, dress up again and leave peacefully. To die together, that was the most erotic for spy at this moment, taking him on the other side. The warmth of the other body was fading soon, even before the kiss was broken – spy had been exposed a few seconds earlier to the cyanide but left with a soft smile, still hearing the unbelieving word.

It felt cold and empty, waking up again at the respawn and feeling his body ache terribly from the poison that killed him instantly. It was worth it, and it had saved him from trying to solve that little meeting. Now that he was alone and slowly getting back to his quarters, he was wondering what the meaning was behind all this, not expecting Sniper to be such a softie, not completely but aching for some affection, some gentle touches. Poor guy, now betrayed of his cuddles, a deadly kiss as a goodbye, and for today, spy would not return to the van or even leave his room.
And the next day, he would not return to the safe spot Sniper always chose, instead going for the others, killing the red spy first as he was attacking his teammate Sniper. Nice try. Time to get the red soldier next, making his moves across the battlefield this time staying in sight of his team, playing cat and mouse in the shape of blu Scout, distracting as they were both running around like crazy making a fuss. Still, he always kept sniper in mind, not only the constant threat he was posing but also his touches, the soft groans. What a pity.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Apr 17, 2017 11:24 pm

It WAS a big deal, how far away must someone be to not care for his own face, his own identity? And the fucking was important too, but there were other things you could do than just fuck your partner, in out and finish. It was tiresome... Nothing good or erotic about killing them both, but yeah.. he rescued them both from some embarassing departure. But he was angry, angry about the Spy. Angry about himself. Angry about the feel of the warm flesh around his cock. Angry about the sweet kiss thats disturbed the last time with some stupid medical something.
He had felt the Smile, but hadn't seen the softness of it, just felt the damn bastard smile, about his defeat. Thats what he was laughing about! He had gotten what he needed and he had gotten the kills.
It was troublesome.
Depressing.
Mike was angry with himself, turning into bed with an empty stomache, torturing himself without food to remind him of the dumbness he was doing out there. No way he would ever do something like that again.

Out of spite he chose the same place like the day before, grumbling and grabbing the laying clothes and blanket... he had intended to whipe the damn spy clean, had some water and a cloth ready and he kicked against the bowl with much more force than neccessary. Not that it helped with his anger... but it felt a little bit better, seeing the water splash over the floor, washing the salt away...
Once seated he didn't search for the Blu Spy, in fact everytime he got a climpse he would turn away, killing another member of his team with force and coldblooded fury. Normally he would be proud but right now he was just killing to get the damn cold feeling out of his body, seeing the red splashing around was comforting. Well until he saw two of the damn Scouts. Scouts were annoying alone but a Spy playing a Scound was much more annoying, causing Sniper to study them two for a moment and then killing the right Scout, not caring for the other one, just taking out the Medic. He was tired of playing. The Spy didn't knew anything about seriousness or team play or feelings or anything. He was just playing with everyone and everything. It was really depressing.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Apr 18, 2017 12:07 am

Spy was not expecting anyone to understand, maybe red spy but no one else, who didn't live from disguise and stealth. What was identity, if not the thing others were allowed to see? There were so many things one could do with a partner, free willed or forced, and this time, it had been great,really really great and made him lust for more. Surely Sniper was out of his wits, shocked or angry because of the kill, well, the kill and a suicide combined, letting this cute little moment be the last act betwenn them for now. Would have been awkward any other way, in fact, Spy had no Idea how to deal with that in the future, because if there was a next time, Sniper wouldn't fall for this trick again. Quel malheur.

Today Sniper was safe up there, at least from blu spy this time, so both snipers were still in the game, one spy out, and with a silent shot there went the real scout. Heh, lucky shot, or maybe he didn't get the difference? Spy got out of the way, shifting to red soldier in time to yell angrily at red pyro, because he had learned that Pyro was afraid if a teammate was yelling at him. Enough time to coordinate with his own sniper, shifting to his red sharpshooter and rushing in sight, the rifle precisely aimed at Sniper's hideout. It could be only Spy, everyone in the right mind would know that a sniper would never go open field, and he had coordinated for blu sniper to kill him once red sniper was showing up to kill Spy in disguise. Maybe ... maybe he would even succeed.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Apr 18, 2017 11:27 pm

Mike knew that no other understand him either, but... he didn't want them to understand him. He knew they were talking behind his back, never eating with the others, few times talking with them. It was hard to speak with other peoples, he didn't knew why Spy was an exeption, but it bothered him to no end, that it was simpler to talk to the enemy Spy than to his own teammates.
There was no future encounter, Sniper would look for his back and not approach the man again. No need if he just got to be killed... without explanation, without... he coulnd't do anything he wanted to do! It was something special, he would have... would have cared for one time in his whole existence and the Spy... was killing his trust. Not just himself. For now he just wanted to forget.

The one spy would turn back, furious, killed by a lesser Spy. Sniper would hear him curse in the evening after the fight, even if he just layed in his van. The man could be really, really loud, if wanted. It wasn't nice of Spy to yell at Pyro who turned and run the other way, back to the base to get... something, whatever, Sniper hadn't seen the ordeal, else he would be angry. He knew Pyro had also problems with humans, just... better in hiding than Sniper himself. Instead Pyro was interacting with the others, just hidden in his suit. Her suit. No one really knew what Pyro was. There were rumors, yeah... but there were rumors over everyone.
He just wanted to kill someone but... what the fuck... why was the Spy disguising like himself, pointing at the hideout... he was giving the position away and Sniper glared, cause he needed to find a new nest. It was a trap, Mike cursed and retreated from the window, scanning his surroundings, there wasn't anything to take with him, just... the Spys things were laying on the floor... He grabbed the Tie, just to have something to shoot on in the evening! With a calculated look where the enemy Sniper could lay in hiding he abandoned his post, giving away the fact he was retreating to his teammates and hushed to the next building, hiding behind the walls, searching for another quicker route. There was another hideout, just fifteen minutes from this one... but there were a lot of people within... he needed to be fast, silently cursing he took his kukri in his left hand, the pistol in the other. No way he would fight the Spy, it was just mocking and a quick death would follow soon.
And he wasn't this dumb. Thanks a lot.
He was just turning around the next corner, sliding along the wall and running right into the Blu Pyro, staring for a moment just shocked and started to attack, the Maniac was holding his Axe not his flamethrower, but he was good with it nonetheless.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Apr 19, 2017 12:08 am

Not understanding didnt always mean rejecting it, it was just that all of this behavior was terribly unfamiliar and that way, no, he would not even manage to gues what sniper was all about. That didn't mean spy had hated it, in fact, he knew what sniper had done and prepared, being careful, the blanket, the cuddling to keep away the cold. Spy was not blind, nor dumb. He just had no real idea what to make of it. So he went back to what he did best: killing, vanishing, and provoking anew. There couldn't possibly be any trust to break, they were enemies and all they shared was a little cuddle and an amazing quickie. What more could a man ask for.

Spy had a thing for those little pyros, even the enemy one, red as he was and yet a devil during the fight - it was enough to yell at him to shriek him away, no need to traumatize the little bastards any more than they already were. Cute ones, not able to say a word in human language but the best cooks available, which meant alot for the french man.
For now, he was taunting Sniper, forcing him to make a move or retreat like a beaten dog from his safe spot, a place only spy had known for sure. Sniper didnt fall for it, so no shots were fired and Spy dashing away again, fighting his way through now mainly using stealth to get along. He destroyed a sentry on his way, avoiding an ubercharged Heavy and then following the Sniper's trail, suspecting where he was going to go. As he found him, he was busy with pyro, this time spy's own teammate swinging his axe in delight. With a quick move, he cut the rifle's shoulder strap, kicking it out of reach as it fell down, becoming visible again then to softly place his knife around Sniper's throat, the blade against the skin leaving just a tiny and harmless cut for now.
"Pyro, look!", he uttered, pointing the other way, "Heavy's chasing butterflies, go help him!"
Whiyh Pyro did, running away leaving him alone with his victim. Spy felt a bit strange, having his scent so close again and getting the sharpshooter in an uncomfortable arm hold, still with the knife on his throat. He couldn't resist softly nuzzling his cheek against the taller man's neck - he still was taller, even with spy's now older appearance again.
"Now now ... don't ignore me, mon chèr. If you're so mad, shoot me.", he purred, taking a little revenge for the biting marks on his own neck and nibbling there, tasting the salty skin.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Apr 19, 2017 1:13 am

Mike himself didn't know what it was all about... it was strange and he felt like some damsel in distress with all those strange feelings and cravings. Normally he would just jerk off or search for a prostitute, not asking questions and being quite while using the services, always quick with clothing and running away after paying. He didn't want to talk to them or anyone.
And yeah, for the Spy there was no trust, but for Sniper... it had been something special, the feeling, the need t care for another person. It had felt alien, but he had accepted it, tried to.... what do they say? Go with the flow.

Yeah... such a thing... he was traumatizing the poor thing with yelling at it! No need to yell, he was better in being killed than that, screaming always caused it to mop around and be depressed and sad, his head hanging and sighing over his colour books.
Sniper wasn't a beaten dog, he was a good Sniper and a good Sniper knew with his nest revealed he would be a bad and dead Sniper. So theres only one possible way to handle the thing. Searching a new hideout.
Mike growled but didn't shout at the Pyro, not keen on provoking the Manthing, just... defending himself, his one-o-one was never as good as the Blue clads creatures. Knowing he hadn't got any chance in close combat he tried to get a bit away to just run off, but as soon as he turned away from the wall he felt his rifle gliding and found himself distracted, suddenly a blade against the throat, an axe in front of his face. The Pyro was soon chased away, storming to the ubercharged Heavy and trying to play with him, leaving Sniper and Spy alone.
Mike closed his eyes, trying to count to ten and not get anything Spy would say to close to him. „I don't know what you're talking about Spook.“, he answered with a cold voice, proud with himself, cause neither he nor his voice was shaking.
He felt the warm breath in his neck, the nibbling and tried not to make a noice, biting on his teeth as strong as he could without breaking them, growling just a bit and grabbing the hand with the blade, just a bit and he would kill himself with the help of the Spy, well one way to search for another hideout. There was one he really liked and this one was never visited from the Blu Spy, worth a try. HE didn't want to... smell the damn man right now, nor feel him. Hopefully the man would kill him, if not he would just let his head fall and therefore his throath into the blade.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Apr 19, 2017 2:55 pm

Sniper made for an amazing damsel in distress, and an incredibly cute one. Still, the fact that he seemed so confused was the only thing making Spy more secure, as it was a way to keep his dominance - even if he was confused himself. In a way, they both were awkward, but Spy DID in fact know a certain time ago how to act normally around people. He'd never been normal but enjoyed being among the normal, maybe Sniper was just too normal for a mercenary to be just as boring as the other maniacs.

Well then he'd kill the little one next time, ts, it was not often Spy ever showed mercy as it was way too much fun and pleasure to kill. A good sniper would have killed him immediately, finding a way to evade the trap staying in safety - he shouldn't have shot the real Scout first. It was cute having him and Pyro together, Spy liked the little one and wasn't eager to see them kill each other. June liked that, holding him hostage for a bit while Pyro went to play with someone else. This one was his playmate.
"Vraiment? How rude to already forget about me.", he said, licking over the strong neck before freeing his hand out of Sniper's strong grasp, "You should've killed me while you could."
He drew back, breaking the embrace and piercing Sniper's shoulder with a quick strike - not a deadly attack, but it would prevent him from shooting like he was used to. If he was a good Sniper, he'd go to medic, making the damn Kraut an easily found target for Spy ...
He switched back to invisibility, dashing away again to catch up with red scout - well, not catch up, greeting the runner on the corner with a blade in his face. Stop laughing while running, idiot, but it gave away Spy's position for a moment. Well then, time to run away from a mad Heavy shooting like a maniac at him.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Apr 19, 2017 11:50 pm

But... damsel in distresses were cute little girls. Like Spy. Not grown man like Sniper... there were to many muscles to look cute in a dress. Somehow Sniper would be glad in social matters not to be the dominant person, everyone expected it cause of his build but... he didn't... he felt unsafe.... being the dominant part.
There were a lot things said about normal people, but wether normal not not normal was fine with Sniper. He just wanted his peace.

Spy was a maniac, a crazed man, no wonder no one liked the Spooks. And who told him he didn't tried to kill the real Spy? Perhaps he just miscalculated a shot and got the wrong person and then out of ammo? A possible option.
Mike was glad he wasn't burning to death too... it was very unpleasant to feel your flesh melt and it was a really painfull way to die. How could he ever forget about the both encounters? It would need some really good brainbleach to kill every memory of those meetings. Just as he was about to kill himself, the Spy retreated and stabbed him in the shoulder, causing him to curse and clench his teeth together. He tried to stab the Spy, his Kukri in the other hand but... he was already invisible and away. Damnit... No way he could search for a Medic or a Health Dispenser... the Spy would follow him everywhere... But he was damn useless with his injured shoulder. Sniper sighed, it was a damn day... He didn't want to follow the man... or to kill him, just saw the Scout dying and shaked his head. What to do now?
There was no way he could survive long enough to find a new hideout, he needed to find the Medic, calling after him, seeing he was nearby. He kept one Eye open for any movement in the Sand, shouting there was a Spy somewhere. Perhaps he wasn't able to kill him today but get him killed. Wouldn't hurt the man to get a little warning shot. He smiled as Heavy just turned Sasha around, painting the air with his bullets, somehow Mike hoped to see the Blu Spy dying... and somehow he wanted to shoot Heavy to prevent the same thing... Perhaps he was getting ill. Yeah. It must be a hypnosis or something like that. He needed to go to the Medic after this game today.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Apr 20, 2017 7:11 pm

Nah, as a spy who kept on terrorizing the red team, he rather thought of them all as damsels in distress, just without dresses, and maybe, just maybe Sniper was now his favorite one. It could be natural instinct to pick the one matching his own unsatiable urge for dominance, as he was so predictable, so easy to handle, maybe with a strong body but a soft mind. No one else would be so stupid or blue-eyed looking for peace on a battlefield.

Yeah sure, the sharpshooter missing a shot, good joke. He had the chance, he had it twice, so Spy was taking his chances a third time even if he had not much to do against a kukri much bigger than his knife. He was going too soft, preventing Pyro from playing, but well, this was his Sniper. The stabbed shoulder could be seen as a little marking, but it was no time to focus now on the enemy medic with sniper as a bait for him, even if he was shouting his warnings.
Well, one could be invisible but Heavys normally didnt even care if they were wasting ammo and just shot EVERYTHING, making it almost impossible to evade. Sniper would get half of his wish, there was no way to escape all of them so a few bullets were piercing his right arm and sides, probably deadly injuries as he was too far away from his own team, his own medic – still, June had a second arm left and reacted instinctively like a wounded animal in a corner, grabbing his own revolver and placing three bullets in Heavy's wrists and hands, forcing him to throw that stupid gatling on the ground, sending another headshot after but not caring if he hit the guy's head or not. Time to go, Spy vanished again his vision already blurring. He needed a place to hide, leaving a trail of blood in the sand. It was not far to the next half-destroyed buildings, there surely was a safe spot somewhere to maybe save some shreds of his suit.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Apr 20, 2017 11:35 pm

Well at least he wasn't forced to wear a dress and it was unlikely to wake up in anything dresslike. Not that he knew of anything of these thoughts. Sniper was... really easy to handle.
His parents were glad if he ever went out to meet... well not friends but pretended to have friends, normally he would just be with the sheeps or helping them on the farm, even in his old age. This here... his teammates... was socializing enough. And he didn't look for peace on the battlefield, it was something other to fight or to play and Spy was playing. Well the Pyros were playing too and somehow... the Soldieres were also big playmates. Perhaps it was more of a kindergarten than anyone would admit.

The injured shoulder hurt as hell, always had problems with this shoulder but with an open wound it was much more hurting than before. Clenching his teeth wouldn't help and Medic was there to heal him, Heavy shooting wildly everywhere, Sniper was glad there wasn't friendly fire right now, somehow each weapon could do this thing or could glitch... else he would be cheese.
He heard the impact more than he saw it, then the voice of an old revolver hitting the Russian and Sniper could just admire the way he easily hit his target. Well. If he knew what he was doing and if it wasn't just luck. It was a spy. Probably just luck.
Blood was staining the ground, not just from Heavy, the Spy was hit too, leaving a trail, Medic and Sniper shared a glance but not for long, suddenly his vision was shifting and... he woke up in the Respawnroom. Damn Sniper.

It was easy to follow the stupid wretch as he played like a child. This man was no Spy, he was a little child in a grown up body pretending to be one of the best. But he was no best.
Armand was quite sure the little one hadn't fought in any real war, not like himself. He knew he was better, else the Blu Spy would go away on missions from Miss Pauling, sometimes he also took the Sniper with him. Well... Yesterday he tried to speak with Sniper, watching them both... fornicating. What an interesting change.
It was easy to track the Blu and even easier to roll his eyes at Snipers display, he needed to speak with the man. No need for hard feelings towards an enemy, something like that never ended good. It was a pity to see Heavy, Sniper and Medic fall, but it was a game, a war game and he was playing too. There was a mice he needed to eat.
Poor little lapin was hit and he was bleeding, leaving a trail, easy to follow, he took his time, a half used medi-kit with him as he changed into Snipers appearance, hushing around the corner and „stumbling“ into the Spy, holding onto him and grabbing his hands. „...You!“, it was funny to play a bit with the little one, blurry from bloodlost and not steady on his feet.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Apr 21, 2017 12:01 am

Nah, a dress would be even more of a fashion desaster than this hat and boots, Spy was totally agreeing with that. Naked was fine too, there was nothing to be ashamed of for sure. Such a cute one, and it was his luck that Spy was very busy not to think of a way to kill him the most erotic way possible. It was a kindergarden, yes, where it was allowed to stab and shoot people ...
Yup it was painful as fuck, even if a good knife and a blast full of bullets did different damage to a man's body, making parts of him a cheese. June didn't even notice Sniper and the Medic had gone, taken out in mere seconds by a good blu sniper trying to help his teammate but he couldnt do much more aside from securing his retreat a little. Heavy was unable to follow, it was in fact just a little luck here – Spy was skilled in shooting with both hands, not just one, but that no bullet missed was lucky in his state. Time to leave this place.

So he did, going slowly but not making any noise, at least trying to and biting down to keep up the pace he still had ... it was not much, however, it would take forever to reach his own base, his own medic. No way he'd do more than neccessary for that strange woman or anyone else, no one would dictate him more than he'd allow. June had not heard a single sound as there was suddenly an impact, it took him a second to even get what happened, his Vision blurry and coordination a foreign word, so he almost fell. The hands once again felt warm, the voice was the same, but it didn't feel right. Sniper had been angry yesterday, passionate, soft, but ... well whatever, Spy was refusing to die, no matter who that was or why Sniper would come after him, medic had fixed him already obviously. His fingers were trembling and starting to get weak, but June tried to free his hands, getting the knife, maybe taking him with him once again. Oh poor snipes ... he must've been so confused and hurt.
"Va-t-en!", he hissed, in fact he'd fall without the hands holding him right now but still with fight left in him, "Va voir allieurs si j'y suis."
... It didn't work to become invisible again, he couldn't focus anymore.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Apr 21, 2017 11:53 pm

⁠⁠[00:24, 21.4.2017] +49 1516 2436362: ⁠⁠⁠Well... there was one point Armand could agree with his blu counterpart. The lack of fashion wasn't amusing it was downright horrible. And this riddiculous hat...
And yeah, Sniper naked was a sight, but also the young Spy, a lot younger than expected, Sniper sure hadn't understand any of that. But for Armand it was information, valuable information he had now.
What a lovely sight, the Spy holding his side, swaning and trying to gain a new stand, Armand was holding him upright, grabbing his injured arm and smiling softly.
„On ne peut pas faire une omelette sans casser des œufs, mon povre petit“, he answered with Snipers voice, holding the hands harder, snorting. Such a fiery one.
„And it wouldn't hurt to speak English with the poor lad, no way he can understand anything in french. There are few who can speak our langue maternelle. And he's not one of them. »
His smile turned into a cruel one, slamming the man against the wall, forcing a little bit of the medikit into him, not enough to heal him, but enough to prevent him from killing himself. With a swift gesture he took the capsule from him and also his knifes.... the revolver was following. No way this one would escape him. « See... I have watched you both yesterday. What a sight. What a whore. And I am bored... Who would you like fucking you ? As a fellow compatriote I will give you a choice. »
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Apr 22, 2017 12:23 am

Even a blind man would see that, well, except for Sniper himself ... most of his teammates and enemies had no Idea what was wearable. Pyro, well, one thing to wear a full latex condome, Snipes with the hat and boots, Soldier with that stupid helmet preventing him from seeing anything, that totally dated pair of glasses Medic wore and well, a spy wearing red was fucking stupid too. Totally not his color. Stupid red Spy, it was not a matter of being old, or being in a war before – it was in fact really humiliating for red spy to get himself killed again and again by a young one, not being in a war before, but being trained by war veterans, not one but several.
It was so painful, being grabbed there where the bullets had hurt him before and now strong hands were clenching down there. Then he growled, recognizing his fellow frenchman – it was so odd to hear those words out of Sniper's mouth.
"Would hurt for him to understand what I say, wouldn't it, canaille?", he hissed with a hurt yet deprecatory smile, which was waning as the hard impact on the wall. He yowled, his vision blackening for a second from the pain before he was pushed back to a little health. He still broke down, falling to his knees gasping., spitting some blood.
"So you got off to it? Heh.", he growled. "Dont you dare defile me with this body ... I dont care with what disguise you blur your stupid face. You clochard inutile wont be able to lay a finger on me!"
Big words for someone unable to even stand on his feet, but June wont give in. Never.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Apr 22, 2017 1:12 am

He had tried to beat some fashion sense into the man, no way. There wasn't a man or woman alive to teach him how its done and let him be comfortable with this choice.
The man was sleeping with his hat...
Yeah cause blue was much better than red. No way he would enjoy it outside of Mann.co, they were both bound and they knew it. Beeing killed was the plan so it was neither stupid nor humiliating to be killed by this younger version, studying everything and bathing him in false hope.

What a poor crybaby, does it hurt? How... unfortunate.
Armand smiled just a bit, purring in the lean mans body and laughing heartly. „Well... he has a lot to learn but I will admit it was quite funny. Still... I think he hadn't done his job right. Else you wouldn't bother my comrades.“
The Red himself was uninjured, not bothering to hunt anyone than this little fellow, shaking his head. „So? It would hurt you to be fucked throughly with this body? Say... What will you do? What will hinder me to just take you like this?“ There was no way he would fuck the Spy with his own body, but if he didn't liked the Red Sniper well... there was his blu counterpart. Shrugging he changed into the blu Sniper, smiling predatory at his prey. „I won't play nice with you, just because you're green behind your ears. You are a youngster, just learning your place in the food chain.“

Armand ignored his cries of pain and his struggling, lifting his Balisong, and cutting through the belt and waistband. He wouldn't need his suit, repaired after the Spy would respawn... but first he needed to show him his place with some old fashioned dominance play. The man was also carefull, not cutting into the flesh, not now. Soon he would draw blood, but first... he needed to play a little bit, he was a professional, but he enjoyed the good sides like a good wine. „Turn around little one, or do I need to restrain you? I am sure you are wet already, a steady little bitch in heat.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Apr 22, 2017 1:41 am

Maybe beating was useless and fucking it into him the right way, Snipes would look gorgeous in a suit, every man did -well, almost every man, it had to be the right suit, too. Red spy was nothing but a show-off to him, with a doubtable choice of color and easily played out, at least he thought of it like that. And even if not ... it was practice. Blu spy making it so easy for him was in fact a mistake too – he'd never see how much of a fight June would put up being in actual trouble like now, when he really really needed to.
Sure it hurts, a good sign he was still alive and therefore not harmless yet. He listened carefully to the laughter, the intonation, all of that, even the way the other man grabbed him was important to imitate him later on – June was learning by the minute.
"If YOU did your job right your precious comrades wouldn't have to deal with me, gueulard.", he shot back, knowing that a spy protecting his own sniper was a good way to secure the shooter and everyone else. Easy talking on full health to a man already killing and assisting in several murders, practically dead from bloodloss and not in that shape he would like to be. It made June furious, this behavior was exactly the reason why he made himself older, as if the age said anything about a person's competence. It didn't, he should know that. And Armand should also know it was just a way to manipulate him, telling him not to use this body so he would use this body – no way he's wanna feel a heavy od soldier going down on him. The enemy took the blu body but it was fine, he could live or even die with a cock like this inside.
"I'm not green there, colorblind fool, but yes, believe it if you need that. Must've turned you on pretty much to just watch us.", he said, provoking him some more before feeling the fabric rip and cut, his own body aching too much to even care for it. Still he managed to muffle his utters of the pain, before chuckling a bit.
"Spare us all this, you know I won't do what you demand and that you will regret every little mistake you make coming close to me.", he said, a nice-meant warning. Right now, his body was too much in distress to react with lust or even dirty thoughts to the tease, but June knew he was a traitor and would give in, sooner or later. Maybe even giving up before that, but he was quite sure blu would not let that happen.
"I suggest you hurry ... Je n'ai pas encore mort, mais pratiquement. Just piss off, or are you into semi-necrophilia?"
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Apr 22, 2017 2:33 pm

Hmhm, well it didn't matter for the Spy if the Sniper started to wear some decent clothing, as long as he clad right it was okay.
And he had explored that they both had the same tailor, so.... no way they both would be clothed in the wrong way.
He wouldn't underestimate the man, he knew younger ones then himself being better and sneakier, there were people out there even he wouldn't want to meet in the dark allies. But he had morals. And somehow this child remembered him of his son. Not that he would fuck his son... but well. In another life he would be a teacher but here... he would just teach the man a good lesson.
„It ain't my job to babysit you mon petit. And it's much more amusement to see them squirm.“, he smirked a bit, it was indeed amusing and also... this wasn't just a war it was entertainment, he knew how to play his cards. Yeah, yeah he was just as great as Scout, perhaps sometimes they changed clothes so he could show off some more?
Desperate for attention this one, perhaps a lack in his childhood, nothing new for such young ones, beeing hired in their youth. Nothing Spy would be concerned about, the man would learn to compensate it in a few years. If he lived as long...
„Can't see behind the disastrous mask. But yeah, quite cute.“, he wouldn't admit that it was indeed hot to see the Spy fucked, had himself a little tête a tête with the enemy Sniper, one he knew would look trough his crosshair and follow each and every movement, a little forplay for tonight.

He was purring a bit, stroking a bullet wound with his thumb and smiling. „Well... nice thing. Je suis impatient.“, he would react in a time Armand would choose for him to react, first he needed to restrain him, so keep himself safe, he could fight back every other time but not now. There were few teammates he liked and Sniper was one of them, no need for this little impatient thing to hurt the anxious man.

With a firm hand he grabbed the hands, restraining them with cable straps, tourning him roughly against the wall. His hand was gliding inside his own vest, retrieving the half medkit, and pressing it into the young one, would close his wounds and gain him some strenght but not enough to fight back with much force, just a bit to make it interesting. „No Necrophilia mon petit. Don't be so rude.“, it was enough to cut the trousers, letting them fall down to the Blus knees, his own clothed hand ghosting over the flat member, softly teasing it. „I hope you don't except lube?“, he warned the man, but indeed used his teeth to expel the glove from his left hand, taking it into his pocket, licking over his index and middlefinger and wetting it enough, no way he would hurt himself, also he didn't need to rape the Spy dry, just show him his place and let him loose a bit tention. Without further warning he pressed his indexfinger against the tight muscle, rubbing it a bit before pressing the first two knuckles into the man. „Sht... just take it mon petit.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Apr 22, 2017 4:29 pm

It would be better if Sniper did, well, it was fine though if he was just naked as the sight was worth it as well. If red Spy had to run around like this, their tailor probably didnt like him as much as blu, or it just looked better – he always chose the fabric himself, sometimes he felt like he wanted a more soft or a little rough fabric, depending on the mood and weather.
It was never good to underestimate someone, it was always necessary to KNOW one's enemy and to know oneself to win, to dominate, to use one's own full potential. And this, June had, terribly self-aware and therefore arrogant as hell. He knew how to get this one ... and he was not afraid. Not even now, not like that, maybe not yet.
"So you really are more of a watching one, huh? Sicko.", he replied but yes, it was in fact more fun to see and let them suffer – just that blu was normally doing more work for his own amusement and satisfaction. But red was right, this war was more fun than it was work, even if it was dangerous as the situation right now was proving. He didn't care, he was not one of the guys taking a bad childhood as an excuse for everything – he just had to grow up faster than normally and right now, it paid out alot.
"Scared that I might be better looking than you?", he asked, not knowing that red had his own Voyeur back at hand, watching but not interfering. Another traitor, distracted by his sexual urges.

He was trying to ignore the pain, not really succeeding but staying awake, staying alive for now and by that, staying dangerous. Not as much as before, hell no, but Armand did the right thing binding him. June hissed, trying his best o shake off the hands that were now forcing his hands into captivity and then against a wall. He made a surprised sound, feeling the healthkit easing the pain a little, but it was not enough – just enough to not immediately die from this. He still struggled but couldn't break away from the wall or the grasp.
"Vraiment? Tu es le malpoli, pas moi.", he replied, the cheek against the cold stone feeling another suit falling apart. It was distracting, being touched there, knowing his own body would react soon enough no matter if he wanted or not.
"Non. Even if, you dont have some.", he replied, softly hissing as he felt the touch down there. Two at once was no probllem at all, making him moan softly as his insides relaxed instinvtively after the first little pain. It was followed by a growl, he struggled for a moment but not for long, giving in as this was what he always did. No way he could regain dominance now, so he shut down, allowing this to happen.

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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa Apr 22, 2017 7:50 pm

A naked Sniper was a good Sniper, Armand would laugh cause this was another point the two of them shared their opionion and good taste.
Yeah, yeah, better fabric, better style. Such a cute little thing, it was good, Armand was more confident of himself, even in his also not so young but not old self. Perhaps he would take the lad to his tailor if he asked nicely, they would get him a new nice suit, not so easy to tear or cut like this one.
Nope, but it was nice to play some more, let himself be surprised by little things, he totally was surprised to not rescue the Sniper... he thought he just needed the crystals to be safe from the Spy, but no it had been a trap, a trap to perform a... well... rather awkward fuck. It was almost cute, he had seen the waterbowl and the carefull folded towel. Perhaps someone needed to talk to the man how he should fuck another, wouldn't be as awkward the next time, cause he was sure of a next time between them two.
„Normally I watch experienced ones... yeah. This yesterday was just for fun. You could have killed him a few times. But didn't. Are you such a greedy little whore mon petit?“
Dangerous...fun... so many words, just some time consuming performance with a lot of money behind every minute of this war. „Non. In your age I was a bit more skinnier... but Sniper didn't care about the little well... reminders of Christmas, didn't he?“, not that the young one was fat, but Armand had been on the skinnier side, mostly due starving but he had gained a rather nice body after his profession changed. Another traitor? It takes one to see one.

Pain was a good thing, keeps you safe. Keeps you alert. No way you would let yourself slacking if there was pain to keep you awake. There was no way he could fight him in his state, in a completely healthy state it would be quite a struggle, both learned and both had their advantages.
But he wasn't healthy, he was at Armands mercy and thus he wouldn't show. He knew the man felt a bit better now, but he didn't need to loose a full kit on him, he would die soon after. „Moi? Pourquoi?“, he asked interested, well he sure had a bit of lube with him, whenever he was out in the field, no way he and Sniper wouldn't play sometimes in the dark corners of this place. „Non. Vraiment. No lube pour toi.“, he wouldn't use it on the Spy. Thus he hadn't deserved in any way. „And you know why? Cause you hurt our... little Australian.“
Well he hadn't inserted both right now but the second soon followed, stroking his insides, his other, still gloved hand wandered around the man, touching his flat member, cauxing it slowly. He had registered the little shivers the day before, grinning as he bit the still maskclad neck hard, licking the little bit exposed flesh between suit and mask, slowly fingering the man in front of him. Sniper would have apologized and tried to make it good, perhaps even freed him. This fool.
He felt the man relaxing, he would just daze trough it, but that wasn't Armands intention, he smiled to himself, opening his fingers a bit more then necessary and harder than he would with a lover. His fingers soon found the prostate, ignoring it for a moment but then scratching over it with his fingernail. This... would give a reaction, he was sure.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Apr 23, 2017 1:18 am

Yup, acknowledging Sniper's physique could never be wrong no matter what – June was just not willing to share and it made him furious just to think about it. It was not a good week for suits, but maybe, just maybe he'd turn away from hatred just for the sake of som manly suit shopping together, he didnt get that in years... a pity having to do that with the enemy, even if Spy didnt see the Reds as the real enemies. This was not his war, it was a game that might become brutal or very very ugly. Just like now. Sure he could have killed Sniper if he really wanted to, but ... well he didnt. Starting from an unknown point, his body didnt want to, killing and fucking both excited him alot, to a point where he couldnt help it anymore. He'd rather block it all out before this red bastard would bring him to that.
However, he growled, of course furious about this commentary. Not whore, he could live with that title, but no one EVER dared to call him fat. And for a moment, he resisted, it was not much of strength left but he used it to violently shake, having more muscles than expected from his body type and suit preference.
"Étouffe-toi à ton langue!", he hissed in anger, but was all too soon distracted by his violator, this traitor recognizing another traitor. Mercy was something he didnt want or need, just being killed would be easier, faster, cleaner. He just chuckled in disgust, his resistance.
"Just shut up. ", he growled in a low tone, not even caring about any lube, if June was a whore, this made Red a not paying client, "It was him who let me live ... so no need to babysit him, right?"
As if this situation had been his idea.

Both were sliding in easily, his last fuck merely one day ago so his body still was accustomed to something inside. His own reacted soon, Red's cock probably craving for young meat as well like the little perv he was. June hated him for leaving his marks too, even if Sniper's had vanished with the respawn, making him growl and hiss again before forcing himself in this numb state of just bearing it. It hurt a little bit, being spread like that, but was not enough to break his state. It wouldnt take long for this to be over, he was sure ...
"Hah!", he flinched violently, followed by an almost gasping moan. It was bittersweet pain, one of the most sensitive spots he scratched inside. It would make him go wet in mere moments, feeling it already as he adapted to it, trying to hiss but failing, ripping on his bonds cutting the skin a little.
"Piss off already!"
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Apr 23, 2017 2:04 am

Yeah, but Spy was goodlooking too. Nevermind he was the supposed enemy, Armand himself could be friends with anyone he liked and could use anyone he liked. And... he wasn't this fond of their own Sniper, just tried to look after everyone and everything.
Hm. Some manly suit shopping together, well that would be indeed nice, there was no one sharing his fondness of good fashion, so why not? And the two Snipers could get along to make sure they wouldn't kill each other, but in reality they would force the man in some handsome suits. A good plan. What could possibly go wrong?
And it wasn't getting ugly or brutal right now, just two guys getting off, the one more participating than the other, but he was okay to rape the poor innocent Sniper, not it wasn't okay to return the favor? Ts. Blu's.

What a nice lovely reaction, he sure was self concious about his body, causing Spy to smile and shake his head. „Easy mon amie. Moi like your body just fine and I think your little Sniper is liking it too, hm?“ No need to loose his strength just now, he should fight and moan later, not cause his little belly, not really a belly... there wasn't much fat... only a young lad would react like this.
No mercy wasn't something his slutty body needed, it was a good fuck, some loose tension, something to let him loose his mind, to relax after. Well.... and the Sniper really needed babysitting... no way he could let them be alone, Sniper would just die out of embarassement or politeness and not giving the poor thing what he needed. No need to say what Spy would do if he ever found out Sniper liked to knit in his free time.

He was not loose, but one could say Sniper did a quite good job after he had finally put it into the Spy. It had been painfull to just look at all the tossing and turning and not knowing what to do. Perhaps he should gift him a book about the topic?
And he was right, Spy was hard, not dripping but soon growing and giving him the option to rub his cock against the smaller mans lower back. No way he wouldn't be hard after this nice reaction, feeling his fingers getting wet and the lean man shaking a bit, it was the blood loss and the little bundle of nerves and he would send him over the edge. „J'ai sais you are ready mon petit.“, was the only warning he would get, retrieving his fingers and lining his hard cock on the little twitching entrance. „Try to relax and let yourself fall. What else could happen?“ Armand layed his hand on the small lower back, his other hand around the Blu Spys middle, holding him as he breached the muscle ring, groaning at the sensation. Merde... he was tight! A soft rub on the back and he was pushing further, not wanting the man to relax too much, not wanting him to think. He laughed with a little gasp. „Sure I should piss off now? Didn't knew you had this kink.“ It wasn't nice to play with him but he would be damned if he didn't answer this. Not wanting the man to speak further he started to move, moaning with the clenching ring of muscles massaging his lenght. What a good little body.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Apr 23, 2017 12:58 pm

Hard to see with a mask always in its place but yeah maybe they both had an attractive physique – which was unimportant as June alway was hiding his own in an elder body and the red bastard having blu Snipers appearance while the real blu Sniper was watching himself fuck the man who saved his back several times before ... from his lover. What a mess. After these two days of fabric destruction, a visit at the tailor was the first thing he needed. In fact it was an ugly thing, maybe his body was a whore but if someone really asked if June wanted that, wanted to be touched by that cul, the answer would be no. There was just no use in resisting, and Sniper was in fact also forcing himself on him – well at the beginning. Being sucked off was nothing bad, was it?
Yeah he could choke on his sweet words telling magnificient lies, who knew if Sniper liked it, he said he did but well, who knew what was going on in someones mind. June was fond of his bdy, a good tool to be used and even refusing to give in to the still painful bullet wounds, it was just the touches he urged for, he was not even sure why. Sniper did not manage to make him relax, not for long until they finally died, both naked arms in arms. However, Spy wouldn't be sure what to make of knitting – it was a noble art to be able making fabric, to vreate something wearable – even if it was ugly and not fashionable, it had to be respected.Maybe a warm blanket of some sort?

The tossing was pretty annoying, yes, but worth it finally feeling him. Yes, a book for christmas, or rather an audio book so Snipes could hide under the blanket in the dark hearing it. June was really on tilt right now, his senses confused between battle and sex, this time no chloroform allowed him to not deal with the transition. This time it was different. Oui, he was ready, more than he wanted and too sensitive tothe touch, feeling the well-known piece of flesh on his own behind, making him shiver.
"Maybe someone shoots you?", he suggested, that would probably be the only thing still able to break this, but he was relaxed enough. June did not tear as he felt the thing enter, whining though mixing with Red's groan. Doing it standing made it even more tight than it would normally be, he struggled a bit without really trying to escape, his hands grabbing whatever he could grasp. He kept moaning, feeling every move before then throwing his head back, trying to break those asshole's nose for his commentary.
"Learn to use english properly, you salaud!", he hissed in between moaning, it was almost too much for him feeling the thrusts right away. Red really didn't lose any time, preventing him to block all out again and notice how once again his body betrayed him, getting dripping wet, letting him moan and halfly close his eyes still against the cold wall.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Apr 23, 2017 2:04 pm

The Mask weren't hiding a lot, it was just... a soothing thing.
Armand had seen the young ones body, impressed, cause he liked this better then the older ones he was choosing. A little problem with this one, heh?
In his first years he had acted quite similiar, a nice lovely sight. Hm, somehow he knew it would hot the Blu Sniper up to see himself fucking into their Spy, else he would be dead right now, seeing the riffle blinking sometimes in the light, smiling at his lover, but else focusing his mind on the pure little Spy.
Interesting, he wanted to be touched but not be fucked by another one, not without his consent. Sniper had been.... well... the first intention had been right, a good way to force himself onto the man, but he wanted to please the man. There was no way inexperienced as he was to please and force for the first time in the same way. Armand had been itched to interfere, to show them how its done... but well... now was his turn. He knew Sniper liked the body, the way he had undressed him, tucked him in... it was a loving way and it hurt him to see the Sniper falling so hard. He would hurt himself, that was a thing he was sure. One thing he learned really fast had been that Snipers always had their heart on their tongue, they weren't lying, were struggling with people but once you've brought them to speak with you they were... well. Pleasant.
And well... the knitting... he had been struggled to not just die laughing, trying to contain any laugh coming out of his mouth as he got his first... well... knitted suit. Yeah, he had tried. And Armond couldn't.... well he wasn't able to throw it away or burn it. But he had made sure to never ever get a knitted suit ever again.

The Snipers cock was a sight, the other Sniper was good build too, not the lean and delicate like the Spies. He liked his lenght really good, his own body was a mastery of the arts, but Snipers body would proofe two points. First it would please his lover, second he would give the man some nice hard lenght. „Hm... no... would there be one to shoot me he would have done it right away, wouldn't he?“, he purred into the Blus ear, but there was no one shooting. He was fucked and it was a nice thing. The mans hole clenching around him, he felt himself filling the Spy, filling him to the brim and moaning, giggling just a bit, allowing himself to be a bit childish. „Yeah, yeah, suit yourself mon petit.“, he smiled and speed up a bit, pounding into the lean, wet body, feeling the wetness inside, his body really was trained... no normal body would react like this if he wasn't made for it. Sniper would be lucky if he would be able to hold the little one, perhaps... he and Snipes needed to push the two a bit? Armand moaned and pressed himself closer, pressing the man against the cold wall, getting him hot and cold and beautifull altogether. Perhaps... they could somehow fuck all four together? It was a cute little thought, one he was sure not happening all too soon. Skittish little spy, perhaps he would run as soon as he got away from Sniper and Spy.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Apr 23, 2017 8:44 pm

It was not hiding much, but enough to make the curiosity grow, just like Sniper was willing to see him, face him but without really seeing his face. The body was one thing and just as changeable, so neither liking or disliking it was of importance – still June had been angry about this, angrier than about everything Sniper did right or wrong. It had been different to the situation he was in right now and no matter what, right now he just wanted this fashion-retarded brute, not someone dressed up and disguised like him. What cookie would knit a suit, well, except for when it was 6 Months of winter and extremely cold, but aside from that? Cute intention, however, not that red deserved any of this.

Right now Spy got a second taste of Sniper Meat hard and pulsating inside, still he knew it was another Spy's mind that controled this disguise. Still he was right, no way any of his teammates would ignore this situation, so there was no one. No one would get here, sadly Spy had been good in choosing his hideout where he could die in peace. But no, instead he got another pounding and mon dieu it felt good, making his insides suck the thing in, grasping and massaging it. He didn't even care if Red was giggling or moaning as he kept on violating him, just giving in to the pounding as it was the only thing he knew would really satisfy him.
The wall was still cold, not heated by his body pressed against it, muffling his own moans with every thrust. June felt he was not going to make it very long, in this position every move hit his soft spots, making him drip already. He didn't answer, just moaned clenching his teeth to hold back, but it was no use, he trembled harder before it finally sent him over the edge, screaming and once more shuddering violently. His mind went blank, his body in full confusion about being fucked and wounded both at the same time, maybe even a bit too much as his legs gave in, unable to still stand up right.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Apr 23, 2017 9:05 pm

Spy wouldn't want the other one seeing his face and he liked to fuck another one not in his own body. He liked to receive in his own ass, but well... There was just the Blu Sniper whose disguise he was wearing right now. Cute, how he would choose the little bit awkward man not choosing a grown up and beautifull Spy.
Well... it was the Blu Sniper-Coockie who was knitting suits and giving them away, no way his Red counterpart wouldn't start such a thing too.

Yeah... no other... teammate. Oh such a cute little one. Not only in mind, but his body responding heavenly as well, Armand purred and let this body take controll, no thinking just pounding and moaning, pressing of two heated bodys, grinding and panting. Sex was such an amazing thing, flooding the mind with sweet nothingness, a space a spy couldn't reach for his own, the need to take control or give it away completely.
He felt the man coming, couldn't hold back either and groaned loud, shooting his load into the man, catching him in the right moment to hold him upwards, kissing his exposed neck. „Lets meet on Friday, outside at the truck stop, I will take you to my tailor, no way you can have two suits destroyed.“, Armand insisted. His hand, the gloved one holding a knife, pressing it deeply into Junes heart, feeling the Body shutting down and purred. Just as he wanted to lay the man down, retrieve himself out of the dripping wet hole he... stared at the sterilized wall of the respawn room.
Damn Sniper.
That wasn't nice!
But Armand just laughed, cloaked himself invisble and went out to search for his man. No way he would let him have this kill unfighted for.
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