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Course material making his skin itch was the first thing that the Sniper became aware of, bright lights and a strong smell of disinfectant soon followed.
Then there was the hot searing pain shooting through his right leg and travelling up through his entire body.
He gritted his teeth and groaned against the pain.
“Ah, Herr Sniper good to see you’re still in the land of the living” came a cheerful voice.
The Australian turned his head stiffly to see the Medic standing near his bed, drawing a syringe full of clear liquid.
“Next time, mein freund” the Doctor began as he advanced towards the Aussie’s sick bed “might I suggest that before you provoke the entirety of the enemy team you make sure that the respawn is operational”. As he finished speaking he stuck the sharp needle into Snipers arm, earning a wince from the other man.
“Oh don’t be such a baby. It’s only pain killers” he scoffed. “Well and a sedative. You are an awful patient. I think we can both agree that for the moment it will be easier if you slept”.
“Yeah alright, Doc” Sniper grumbled as he laid back against the pillows, feeling the cool liquid travel down his arm. Hoping that it would work quickly to numb the shooting stabs travelling through him which made his body convulse. It was true normally he would fight tooth and nail before coming to the medical bay. Preferring to nurse his own wounds rather than seek out Medic, but now he just didn’t have the energy.
“I managed to restore your knee cap bone and some of your muscle with the Medi-gun but unfortunately it ran out of charge before I could repair everything. Regrettably it seems that the issues that are effecting the respawn is also causing problems with my recharging system.” Medic sighed in a frustrated manner “hopefully Engineer will be able to contact the administrator soon and we’ll be back on track, killing each other in no time”.
The Bushman hummed in response. The pain killers had spread through his body rapidly and now the pain was only a constant pinching ache. He sighed and tried to collect his blurred thoughts and memory but all he wanted to do now that the pain had dulled was shut his eyes.
“So until then we are back to good old fashioned rest and plenty of pain relief for the next forty eight hours at the very least. Thankfully with the cease fire that shouldn’t be too hard for you. At least until you next get sent through the respawn, then you’ll be as good as new” the German continued, making a mark on a chart before carefully putting the vials away. “Ah, also someone wants to see you. Are you feeling up to seeing him?”
“Yeah, sure mate” Sniper uttered, feeling the morphine start to make his eye lids heavy.
The next thing he knew Solider was marching into the medical bay. The Doctor disappeared through the same doors leaving them alone. The American came to attention by the bed.
“Medic told me you were awake. How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Like I’ve been hit by a truck” Sniper grumbled.
Solider nodded and paused, thinking.
“I know why you did what you did” he said quietly looking at the man in the bed. “I respect you for it. It was a cease fire, not many men I know would have risked his neck for the enemy like that. But”.
Solider bent down swiftly so that he was inches from the Sharpshooters face.
“Next time, let the snake fry”
Snipers heart quickened as his foggy brain cleared momentarily, he remembered the fire. He remembered getting the Spy out of the burning building. Laying him on the ground and trying to get help.
And the Red Solider had seen it all.
Sniper was washed over by a wave of nausea, was the Spy alright? Had he recovered? Where was he?
Solider turned to leave the bay.
“Otherwise, people will think your going soft on us” he warned over his shoulder as he went through the double doors, leaving Sniper alone.
The Marksman's stomach was tightening uncomfortably, he looked around him desperately as the medicine was pulling him back into sleep. He had to see if Spy was alright.
He tried to move his legs to go and find out but they had become as heavy as stone, his arms were becoming unresponsive.
No matter how he tried to fight it, the morphine forced his eyelids to close and sleep embraced him into a dreamless darkness.
~ ~ ~
Little over a week had past since the respawn glitch. The cease fire still stood though both teams were reassured that it wouldn’t be too much longer before fighting resumed.
The Red and Blu teams had both used this time to catch up on rest and partake in hobbies which were usually pushed aside in the hustle and bustle of day to day life.
Sniper had been allowed out of the medical bay the day before but had been told that he was to have utter bed rest and because of this he’d been moved into his designated room in the base. He’d only ever used this room when there were bad storms that prevented him from spending the nights in his van. He still grumbled to Medic that he’d be perfectly alright in his own camper but was curtly informed that if he didn’t listen to his doctor then there was a fair chance he would wake up with out his leg at all.
Sniper was pretty sure that the man was joking but thought better than testing him. Besides his room had a large double bed and an en-suite so Sniper thought he’d be able to bare it for a little while.
One afternoon he was stretched out on the covers of the spacious bed. Just in his underwear and shirt so that he didn’t need to jostle his stiff legs and his bandage trying to get his slacks on and off.
The window was side open and a gentle warm breeze stirred the air.
His mind was wondering.
He’d heard from the Engineer that the Blu Spy had been spotted alive and well, watching the Red base from afar. That was a good sign but it made the Sharpshooter wonder why he hadn’t heard the Assassin.
Had a member of the Blu team seen them like the Solider had? If so what did that mean? Why was the Spy keeping his distance? Had Sniper done something wrong?
Sniper lay watching the setting sun cast long shadows across his room as he tried to wrack his brain to think if there was a way to get a message to the Spy, to apologise for whatever it was that he had done that was keeping the Frenchman at bay.
The sound of his door clicking shut brought him back to his surroundings as he scanned the room.
All of a sudden, none other than the Blu Spy decloaked in the middle of his room.
Sniper's heart leapt as he tried to sit up.
“Spy, you’re alright!” he grinned.
The Spy looked at him unblinking, with an unreadable expression on his face. His arms pinned unnaturally to his sides, his breathing deep and uneven.
“Spy?” Sniper swallowed, oh God what was wrong now.
Still no reply from the other man.
“You alright, mate?” Sniper whispered. A stone of dread wedged itself in the mans stomach. Had the Blu team seen them? Had they done something to the Spy?
The Masked assassin suddenly jolted into motion, striding towards the man laid on the bed, still no change in his expression.
“Spy, what’s going on?” Sniper managed to get out before the other man firmly placed a hand on either side of the Australians face.
Oh God, he’s going to snap my neck was Snipers initial thought.
Until Spy crushed his lips against his.
Sniper started in surprise, this was not what he had expected at all.
Hesitantly he brought a hand up to cup the Spy’s face. Rough fingers tracing the strong jaw line as he savoured the feeling of the Frenchman’s smooth cool lips against his hot chapped ones.
Spy broke off the kiss but kept his face close. His steel blue eyes boring into Snipers.
“If you ever do anything as stupid as that again. I’ll kill you” he said thickly.
“What?”
“Running into a burning building, goading my team with no back up and getting shot by them all without respawn no less” Spy paused and blinked hard, willing himself not to fall apart in front of the other man.
He had spent all his time since being discharged by the Blu Medic after one night in their medical wing, trying desperately to slip through Reds heightened defences to see the Marksman.
He had been going demented not knowing if the Sniper was injured, maimed or if he was even alive, fears which were only enforced when he had found the camper van deserted.
And now he’d finally been able to slip in without being noticed, eventually pinpointed Snipers room and had found him.
It was almost more than he could bare.
“I can not, I will not go through this forsaken war without you” he continued, staring into Snipers stunned face. “I’m not expecting anything from you, but I’m not strong enough, I can’t”
He was cut off by the Sharpshooter pulling him back into a heated kiss.
Sniper deepened the connection tasting the smoky tang of the Spy’s mouth.
Snipers head was starting to swim, he had been wanting this for so long and now it was happening it felt almost too good to be true.
A sweet sharp heat had started to grow in the pit of his stomach, spreading deliciously down to his hardening member.
They broke away again, looking at each other’s flushed faces, panting slightly. Spy took this moment of respite to slink off his jacket and do away with his tie, undoing a couple of top buttons of his shirt. Sniper followed suit and pulled off his shirt. Spy gazed in awe at the Sharpshooter.
“Mon deiu, I want you” Spy panted.
“Same, love” Sniper whispered huskily “but I’m not gonna be much fun for ya like this” he motioned toward his stiff, bandaged leg. He tried to give it an experimental wiggle, the discomfort was barely registering at the moment but it remained as useless as it had been for the past few days. Who was going to want to fuck him when he couldn’t even kneel to suck a cock.
Spy pushed him back into the pillows.
“Oh the contrary, mon Cher” he breathed in a hushed tone. “I prefer a certain amount of control in the bedroom, I can most certainly work with this”.
He leant forwards and caught the Snipers soft lobe in his teeth and gave it a nibble. Sniper choked off a moan as a shiver ran down his spine to the base of his shaft, making his skin prickle.
“Now relax, And let me make you feel good” Spy murmured. He began to leave a trail of kisses, licks, sharp nips and carresses. Starting off along the Sniper jaw line, enjoying the prickle of stumble he found there.
Traveling down to the vulnerable part of Snipers throat, earning himself a muted growl from the other man as he scraped his teeth along the flesh.
He ran his hands over Snipers shoulders and down to his chest. The taller mans breath hitched as Spy's hand ghosted his nipples.
The sound was utter delight to the Spy.
He ran his thumbs over the sensitive, hardening numbs enjoying each delicious sound that was pulled from the Sniper as heat started to pool in his belly.
Snipers hips bucked involuntary.
"Fuck" he hissed.
"Oh don't worry, Mon Cher. I intend to" Spy replied, his attention trailing further down still until he arrived at the Snipers tented boxers.
With skilled hands he eased the boxers over his hips, carefully past the thick dressing and then onto the floor. He had always thought that the Austrailian man would be well endowed, how many nights had he spent fantasizing about him? Now as he looked at Snipers impressive length twitching under his gaze he realised that reality was so much better.
He sat back on his heels on the bed and let his eyes drink in the view of the Sniper laid bare and beautiful before him.
A delightful pink hue dusted the Australians cheeks as he struggled to meet the Spy's eyes.
“What?” He mumbled as he squirmed slightly under the intense gaze. His heart was hammering in his chest from excitement, nerves and just a hint of embarrassment.
He wasn’t used to being exposed like this, he found it frightening and exhilarating at the time.
“Doux Jésus, je pense que je suis tombé amoureux” the Masked Man murmured.
His stomach leapt as he realised that it wasn’t just lust that had clouded his mind, he really did mean it.
He leant forward to caress Snipers cheek.
"Come on, Spy. Ya know I don't understand French" Sniper finished with a bitten off gasp as he felt Spy's fingers run down his body, over his hip bone and coming to rest so that Spy's finger tips just graced the base of his erect member.
He took a deep shuddering breath to try to calm himself, he'd never be able to live it down if he came in Spy hand instantly.
"Do you think you could take some of your clothes off now? You don't half know how to make a bloke unsure of himself".
"Of course, Mon Cher. Whatever you desire".
Sniper leant up on his elbows and watched with mounting anticipation as Spy's sleek, pale body was revealed bit by bit. Soon he was naked bar his mask. Sniper thought momentarily that it was strange that Spy chose to keep it on but decided not to comment on it, instead he watched as the other man slowly, almost sensually removed his leather gloves. The Sharpshooter swallowed at the thought of being touched by those long, skilled fingers.
Spy chuckled as he saw the Snipers avid eyes watching his every move.
"Tell me, Sniper" he said softly, placing his gloves with the rest of his clothes to one side. "How many men have you been with?"
The question caught the Marksman off guard.
"Why'd you ask?" He wasn't about about to give an exact number.
"So I know how far to take you" came the sultry reply as the Spy ran his cool hands around Snipers hips, carful to avoid his tender wounds and reframing from touching his flushed cock, at least for the moment.
"Lets just assume less than you" Sniper sighed, enjoying the feeling of heat spreading through his body as he felt his body rising as much as it could to meet Spy's touch.
"And what about here?" a hand slipped underneath the Snipers body and gently rolled the flesh of one of his cheeks.
"I'm not a virgin, if that's what your asking" The Bushman said, biting off another involuntary groan. "I can take whatever you dish out".
Spy smiled and lowered himself between the Snipers splayed legs.
"Of that I have no doubt, Mon Savauge" With that he let his tongue trail up the length of Snipers hot cock in one lazy lick as the Sniper fells back against the pillows with a strangled cry.
Spy flicked his tongue over the tip, teasing the slit before wrapping his lips around the swollen head, enjoying the salty tang as he rolled his tongue around it.
The Marksman panted heavily, his head was swimming.
"Oh God" he groaned as he felt the Spy swallow his length deeper into his mouth.
He balled his fists in the sheets as he fought the desire to thrust mindlessly into the other mans throat.
Spy continued a steady rhythm. First gentle licks, focusing around the flushed head then without warning swallowing the impressive length so the tip of the Snipers cock twitched down past his tonsils.
Without breaking his concentration on his prize, the Frenchman reached towards his neatly folded clothes and retrieved a tube of clear liquid.
Snipers ears pricked at the sound of the lid clicking even as his mind swam with arousal. His stomach flittered with anticipation, a feeling that only intensified as he felt a slick finger circle his entrance.
Looking up towards his lover for a sign of consent without ever breaking the rhythm of his licks, Spy winked in response to Sniper's quick nod and crooked grin.
Sniper laughed quietly before his breath was taken away as he felt Spy's finger dip into him and pushed gently and slowly past his ring of tight muscles.
The Marksman took a deep breath to relax as the stretching became more noticeable. He ran his fingers over his partners head as Spy's skilled mouth swallowed him again.
Spy hummed around the base of Snipers member causing a delightful shiver to run through the Australian
.
Another finger was added, the expert fingers stroked and caressed the walls of the Snipers insides encouraging the muscles to relax.
"Bloody hell, you're good at that".
Sniper moaned as the stretching feeling lessened and his arousal started to mount.
Almost sensing the shift in the tone of his lovers sounds Spy gently eased his fingers out, he pulled away from the impressive length, giving it one last lazy lick from base to tip.
Spy reached for the bottle again and ensured that he applied a liberal amount of lubrication to his own rock hard member.
The Frenchman aligned himself and looked down at his panting partner.
"Are you ready?" he whispered huskily.
The Sharpshooter nodded breathlessly, looking up at the other man with hooded unfocused eyes.
Spy started to push himself slowly into Snipers entrance, feeling himself hiss at the tightness and heat. He commanded himself to keep to a slow pace as he inched himself inch by inch until his cock was fully entered in the other man.
Snipers breath faltered and he bit his lip hard as he felt the burning stretch return even after Spy's carful preparing, it had after all been a long time. He felt the uncomfortable sensation started to spread to his whole lower back. He felt his muscles tense against his will. He screwed his eyes shut as he tried to force them to relax again.
"Détends-toi, mon amour" came a soft, warm voice in his ear. All other movement stilled. "Do you want me to stop?" Spy whispered gently as he kissed Snipers neck.
Sniper kept his eyes firmly shut but shook his head determinedly.
You're was being ridiculous he thought to himself, you want this now act like it, you've wanted this for so long and now you're buggaring it up.
Spy's hand lovingly stroking his cheek brought him back to himself, he opened his eyes and looked at his lover with yearning eyes. Spy rested his forehead against the other man, careful not to move or jault him, kissing his bitten lips tenderly.
"There is no need to rush things, Mon Cher" Spy purred. "I intend that this is the first of many, many rendezvous. There is no need for any pressure now, besides if it means I get to swallow your gorgeous cock again well I am powerless to resist."
He made to move himself out of Sniper but the other man stilled him.
"I want you and God knows I want you to fuck me" he panted "It's just been a while. Gimme a minute, yeah?"
"Of course. Whatever you desire, Mon Cher"
Sniper leant his face into the crook of Spy's neck breathing heavily, feeling his muscles adjust to the intrusion.
Spy traced a hand down to the Australian's softening cock and started to gently stroke it. Feeling it grow and harden under his touch made sent a spark straight to his cock still buried in the Sniper. He commanded himself to keep in control as he felt the ring of muscles around him tighten at every pump.
Feeling that skilled hand on his cock again the Bushman started panting anew as he felt himself adjust to the new sensation and the discomfort melt away and be replaced by pleasure.
Hearing the shift in Snipers pants and moans Spy experimented with the smallest of thrusts.
A throaty moan was pulled from the taller man and that was all that Spy needed to hear to know his partner was ready to continue.
Painfully slowly Spy started to move his hips against Snipers, feeling the delicious warmth around him. Sniper breath hitched but there was no more tension in his face and Spy was able to gaze at his handsome lover as utter bliss crossed his features.
Sniper couldn't remember feeling this good before, surely it was impossible to feel this good. He wanted, no he needed more of this warm fulfilling pleasure.
"Ah, fuck me" he moaned, bucking his hips to meet Spy's.
"Ah, vous y êtes."
Spy gripped the Snipers good hip as his thrusts became deeper and quicker. Seeing the beautiful sight of the Marksmans head thrown back against the pillows in pleasure sent jolts of lightening straight to Spy's cock making him growl. Finally able to sate his neglected arousal, he pounded into Sniper,
He angled his hips trying to find that sweet spot hidden deep inside his lover. He knew he found it as Sniper's eyes shot open and a strangled wail escaped his lips as he gripped the Spy's forearms.
The Australian saw stars behind his eyes, as Spy continued to hit that sensitive spot.
Sniper started to feel tingling heat starting to mount as the Spy continued to rut into him.
"Spy. I'm" He gasped in between jolts of pleasure. "Close. I'm close"
With a guttural groan, Spy wrapped his hand around Snipers cock and gave it quick feathery strokes, trying to keep in time with his desperate thrusts that were starting to become speratic as his own climax was looming.
Another well angled snap of his hips and Sniper was undone.
His back arched off the bed and a throaty gasp fell from his lips as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body. Cum quickly coated the Spy's hand and his stomach in hot spurts.
Feeling Snipers tight muscles clenched around him was enough to send Spy quickly over the edge.
He leant forwards and caught his lovers lips in a deep kiss as ripples of satisfaction made his body shudder.
The two men broke the kiss but kept their foreheads touching, panting as their heads started to clear and their sweat covered bodies relaxed.
Carefully as he could the Frenchman pulled out of the other man and positioned himself next to the Sniper on the bed. Both men staring at the ceiling as the warm afterglow of sex engulfed them.
Cautiously Sniper moved his hand to clasp the Spy's.
"Well that wasn't what I thought was going to happen"
"Hm, I like to keep you guessing"
"So what happens now? I mean I know we can't tell anybody about this and we're gonna have to be careful but er" Sniper cleared his throat, "I don't want to stop this. With you".
Spy looked over towards the Australian. An attractive blush had crept over his handsome face and Spy thought to himself again just how much he had come to care about this lanky Bushman. He had come close to loosing him, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
"Tu es à moi et je suis à toi"
"Hmm?"
"I said I am going to show you real romance, not just beers in the sun. See if we can't tame you a little"
"Look, Mate I got you wine" Sniper laughed "Not my fault you stood me up. And you don't want to tame me, admit it. It was my rough charm that made you fall for me in the firt place".
Spy chuckled. Hearing the soft sound made Snipers breath catch in his throat, it made his chest flutter in a delightful manner.
"You may be right. Though I am sorry that I didn't show up that evening." the Masked man admitted.
Sniper waved his hand dismissively, in a obvious impression of the Frenchman. The two of them shared a good humoured smile.
"I was worried I'd done something to upset you" Sniper admitted shyly. He stole a quick glance towards the other man and was met with a warm gaze.
"I'm sorry, Mon Cher" Spy replied, squeezing Snipers hand. "I was overwhelmed to say the least. I was unsure or unwilling to admit what I was feeling. But I know now and I embrace it full heartedly".
"And that is?" Sniper asked, feeling his stomach flip and churn with nerves and hope.
"Je t'aime" Spy whispered as he leaned towards the other man, bringing his hand up to trace his jaw line. Spy tilted his head so his lips traced the Snipers.
"Right back at ya" came the whispered reply before their lips met in a tender and loving kiss.