Unexpected | By : Gemonie03 Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The sniper tossed and turned in his bed (which was quite the feat considering how much larger he was in comparison to said bed). He flipped over on to his stomach with a grunt. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Over the past five years he had been killed a hundred or so times by a woman. Over the past five years he had killed that same woman over a hundred times. No, she couldn’t have been old enough to be a woman, she was a girl. He felt betrayed as if he had been lied to by a close friend. How can you carry on a life and death fight with someone for so long without knowing them? He had thought he had known the red spy. He thought he could trust her. But now that trust was shattered. Was everything between them a lie? No, she was a spy, a dirty no-good spook. That hasn’t changed. But now she’s a she-spook. He’d heard that they were worse than the normal ones. But this one masquerades as a he-spook. The sniper rolled over and sat up. He was going to go for a walk to clear his head. He pulled on his brown pants from the day and slid his arms into the blue shirt. The door to his van slammed as he slipped into the neutral zone. The cool night air felt good on his chest as he strolled through the dessert. He stopped for a moment to examine the van of the red sniper. His van, identical to the blue sniper’s, was a light with laughter and drunken cheers. The blue bushman sighed and continued walking. He needed to clear his head, to get some sleep. “Having a problem?” a deep French voice came from behind him. “I don’t have the patients for you tonight,” the sniper’s voice was a growl. “No patients for me? I’m hurt,” the blue spy put his arms around the sniper’s waist, “You should always make time for your team mates, mon ami,” the spy leaned in and kissed the sniper’s neck. “Will you bugger off? How many times do I have to tell you that I am not interested?” the sniper shoved the shorter man to the ground. “Who is it then?” the spy picked himself up and daintily dusted himself off. “Who is who?” “The one who has you so angry?” XXXXX “Are you sure that the blue sniper did this?” the red medic poked and prodded his spy’s bruised and battered face. “Oui, I’m rather certain,” her speech was rather slurred due to her broken jaw. “Surely, even the tasteless bushman has respect for pure beauty! I have not seen such a ruthless destruction of beauty!” the medic turned on a few machines. “Dresden,” the word was quick, as if it was a slip. They made eye contact for a brief moment before she slowly closed her eyes to the harsh lights of the OR. “Yes, meine liebchen, you are Dresden,” he cupped her cheek. “Give the machines an hour and you’ll be as good as new,” “Merci,” she closed her eyes and listened to the gentle whir of the machines while the team’s medical officer left the room. From the OR she could hear the medic and the heavy speaking in a language that she didn’t quite understand. She decided that it was Russian and settled in to listen to the lovers’ quarrel. It sounded heated. They were yelling about someone named Sasha and how the medic touched her without the heavy’s permission. Oh, the drama! Something crashed to the floor and the yelling stopped. Just when she was about to get up and help a loud moan came from the room. She couldn’t tell who the noise came from but the next cry was clear. “Oh, mein Gott!” rang out through the nearly empty halls. “He cannot help you now, ребенок,” Moans, groans and sighs came from both of the men and the desk in the next room. Their makeup sex sounded rough and animalistic. She wanted it. Okay, so maybe she didn’t want them, but she wanted that sex. She wanted someone to ram into a wall, someone whose shoulders she could bite until they bled. She cared not what gender or sexuality they were, she could deal with that, she just simply wanted sex. How long had it been for her? It had been nearly four months since she was approached by the scout and propositioned. She had taken his virginity, as a man. He was none the wiser to her true gender. He wanted the spy not the woman behind him and that is what she gave him. It was satisfying none the less. Since that night the scout had been shy around her. He gave her coy looks with blushed cheeks but she wasn’t interested in continuing anything with him. He could approach her but she would not chase him like he wanted. During the nights she was unable to pleasure herself because the pyro had a tendency to crawl into bed with her. She couldn’t tell him no. During the day was out due to work. The showers were out because they were community and she was a screamer. Four months without even an orgasm to soothe her was worse than torture. The noise from the next room made every inch of her sex starved body react. Her nipples grew hard against the cool white sheet that covered her chest and she could feel a tingle in her abdomen. She hated this. She was restrained and unable to touch herself. Was this the kind of torture she put her partners through? Oh, the humanity! She strained against her bonds but it did her no good. She cried out but no one came to her rescue. The sounds of passion grew louder. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine being the submissive. She tried to imagine a person in black toying with her but she was unable to bring her thought to life. She could hear the heavy cum with a grunt and the medic soon after with a half groan half scream of pleasure. She cursed them in her head. She could hear shuffling and more talking but it didn’t matter anymore. She was already hot and bothered and there was no one there to take her. The medic appeared, still pulling his lab coat back on. Bitch. The spy tried her best not to show jealousy on her face as the doctor undid the straps holding her arms and legs. She stood, dropping the sheet to the floor, and exposing her naked body to the medic. Nudity didn’t bother him. “How do I look?” her voice was husky with poorly contained lust. “My best work yet,” came his slow, proud reply. “Lovely,” she grabbed her button down and slipped it on. It was drenched with her blood. She fingered the gunshot hole in the shoulder. Under the thin material she could feel a new scar. She tore the shirt from her body and dropped it to the floor. That wouldn’t do. She collected the rest of her clothes, put her watch on her wrist and disappeared into thin air. XXXXX The blue sniper wasn’t doing so well on the field today. He’d been sent to the respawn ten times and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. He kept falling asleep. Luckily the bloodied face that haunted his dreams hadn’t shown up yet. He wondered if he had hurt her so badly that she was out of commission for a while. Deep down the Aussie knew that it wasn’t true; there’s nothing the respawn system can’t fix. Still, he hoped that she wouldn’t make it up to the nest today. He felt himself nodding off and reached for his coffee cup but it moved out of his way just as his fingers touched the handle. He started and fell backwards off of his crate. He could feel a change in weight on his upper thighs as the spy straddled him. His arms were slowly pinned above his head and tied there with a red neck tie. “If you fight me I’ll call my pyro,” her French accent was thick but the words were clear and heavily punctuated. The sniper gulped. The spy unbuttoned his blue shirt and then, using her knife, cut through the thin cotton undershirt exposing his chest. Her soft, leather clad hands ran from his stomach to his chest and back down. He shuddered at the feeling. She leaned forward over him supporting herself with an arm on either side of his body. She leaned in close and licked the sensitive skin between his neck and shoulder. She could feel his body tense and in response bit down. He gave a pained yelp. Her hand flew to his mouth. “I do not wish to gag you, Bushman,” her steely blue eyes burned with desire. He nodded slowly. “Good, and now for these,” she snatched his glasses and tossed them over by his discarded gun. Next to go was the hat, it was in the way, now it was out the window. She kissed and licked down his chest making sure to gently bite both nipples. She spent an extra moment on his navel before continuing down to his happy trail. The sniper was a mess. He wanted to kill her and make things go back to normal but at the same time he just simply wanted to touch her. The last thing he wanted was for the red pyro to walk in on him being pleasured by his woman. It was a well known fact that they were more than friends. It didn’t matter. At the moment he had bigger problems. The red spy had gone fucking nuts and was currently about to fuck him. The worst part was that he wasn't so sure that he wanted her to stop. She had undone his belt and pulled his pants down just far enough to expose what she wanted. He was hard, and ready for her. She hadn’t really expected that but it was greatly appreciated. She licked up the shaft to the head of his cock in one long stroke. A subdued moan escaped his lips. That evil smile came to hers. She slid her red pinstriped jacket off and threw it over to the nearest crate. She stood and oh, so slowly unbuckled her belt and allowed her dress pants to fall to the floor. His cock twitched in response to the sight of her. She straddled him again, pinning his cock between his stomach and her slick, wetness. She slid forward against him. He couldn’t keep his eyes open and repress the moan that was rising in him at the same time. She bit the spot near his shoulder again causing him to tense against her. He tried to move his arms down around her, to push her on, in response she slammed his arms against the floor above him and pinned them there with her knife through the fabric of her tie. She moved down as though to speak but instead licked the scar from his ear to the end of his nose. She had done that. The only scar marring his face and it was hers. He knew what she had licked. The memory of that day gave him chills that ran through his whole body. With what could almost be classified as a girlish giggle she slid back down against him. She moved aside her underwear and slowly guided him into her. He was thick and she was tight, it had been so long. She took a moment to regain her composure and get used to the feel of him. She began to slowly ride him building the heat between their bodies. He clenched his teeth against the moans that rose in his throat causing them to come out as grunts and whimpers. He watched as she touched herself as she rode him. It was unbearably sexy. He could feel her muscles spasm around him as she came. She stifled her scream of ecstasy by biting into his shoulder again, this time making him bleed. The combined sensations were too much for him. His hips bucked and a groan escaped his mouth. They stayed there for a moment. He was afraid to move and she couldn’t quite yet get her feet under her. After a moment that seemed eternal, she stood and replaced her pants and jacket. She pulled the knife from the floor and disappeared leaving behind her tie and a very confused sniper.
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