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Unexpected	By : Gemonie03 Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay new chapter! So this took so long because I just wasn't sure how I wanted the end scene to play out so I hope that it works! Drunk she-spook is a fucking bitch...
The next day was an interesting one. The BLU sniper was on fire, not literally because the pyro couldn’t even get out of the RED base. Anyone who came within inches of the exit was instantly put down via bullet to their skull. He hadn’t had this many kills for the last four years. The RED spy was a bolt of lightning. Not a single living soul could say they saw her until after they came back from respawn. She’d taken the BLU intelligence twice before 10am and was on her way back with it a third time. The whole battle was over before eleven.
            It’s not very often that the teams get time off and the REDs were ecstatic. With another victory under their belt they were in the mood for a celebration. They were all congratulating the spy on his(her) most recent domination over the BLUs with friendly pats on the back and the dumping of a can of beer over his(her) head. In the showers it was decided that a party would be thrown in the neutral zone in the spy’s honor.

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            The BLUs were not nearly as excited. They had thought that they were dominating the REDs when the first alarm came that their intelligence had been taken. The soldier was blaming everyone except for himself and the sniper for their loss. Everyone was already upset but his screaming was throwing the others over the edge. There were three brawls in the locker room and then two more in the mess hall. Soldier decided that he was going to hold an impromptu training session in the court yard and that everyone was expected to be there.
            Our sniper opted out and instead made his way out to his camper as fast as his long legs could carry him. He was happy with his kill total today but something just wasn’t right. He knew that it wasn’t the loss, when was the last time they had won? Once in the mess of a van he called home he stripped while looking for something more comfortable to wear than work clothes. He wracked his brain for what was wrong. Something was missing from his day. After changing he plopped down onto the cot he considered a bed and grabbed the nearest magazine, a copy of Juggs magazine. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the small chested spy in comparison to the busty curvaceous women pictured in the smut rag.
That’s when it hit him. What was missing from the fight today was a tussle with her. He knew that she had visited him at least twice, the stab in the back was clue enough to know that, but she had never made her presence known prior to the murder. Normally they fought hand to hand at least once per battle. He didn’t know what to make of her absence. He grunted to himself as he continued to absent mindedly flip through the magazine. Maybe something had changed.

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            The spy was napping in the slowly fading afternoon sun, disguised of course, when an obnoxious American voice crawled into her brain from behind.
            “Hey, uh, Spy,” the scout was uncharacteristically hesitant upon approach, “Um, there’s something going on with the pyro. He’s like freaking out and shit,”
            “Where is he?” she bolted up right faster than a bullet leaves a gun.
            “He was in the mess last I saw ‘im,” the younger man rubbed the back of his neck. “I think he might be hurt,”
            Without a second thought she sprinted into the cafeteria and there he was. The pyro was perched in the middle of a table screaming and brandishing a knife like a crazy person. The table was surrounded by the medic, heavy, sniper and engineer all trying, unsuccessfully, to talk the thick suited man from the table. The medic tried to reach for the knife but was met with the business end of a flare gun pointed at his face. Everyone backed off. The spy was met with concerned glances from her teammates.
            “I know what to do,” she powered down her disguise kit and with a puff of smoke she was herself wearing nothing but a red mask, gun holster and tight red boxers. To the others it looked as if she had disguised herself. She pulled the mask from her fair face and was handed a red button up from the engineer. She slowly approached the infuriated flame thrower. “Hello, ma petite flame, you’re alright, mon amour, can I come up?” her voice was soft and reassuring. He aimed the flare gun at her. She didn’t recoil from him. Her hand stretched out asking for the gun. The pyro was hesitant. “Mon chaton, calm and we shall speak. You know me, I do not wish to harm you and neither do these men. They are your teammates, mon amour,” He sank to his knees, dropping his weapons. The spy scrambled onto the table and pulled the now sobbing man into her arms. She whispered to him softly while pulling the back of his mask up far enough for the medic to get an injection of tranquilizer into the crazed man. He didn’t even seem to notice the needle and was soon sedated enough to be drug to the infirmary.

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            While the others were celebrating, the RED spy sat by the bedside of the pyro. She wasn’t disguised and she didn’t wear the mask but a cloud of smoke did seem to engulf her as she smoked cigarette after cigarette. She was still wearing the engineer’s shirt. She couldn’t bear to leave the pyro’s side while he was like this.
            The insanity that had taken place in the mess was all caused by the injected hallucinogen leaving the pyro’s body. Without the drug the pyro would be rendered incapable of performing his duties but with it he had no idea what he was really doing. In his head he was a kind, loving creature spreading joy to everyone. In reality he was catching anything and anyone on fire and watching them burn to death. When the drug wore off he didn’t know where he was and he didn’t quite recognize anyone. Medic was supposed to give the pyro monthly shots to keep him in his hallucination fueled bliss but for some reason the medic just never got around to it.
            At some point the medic gave her an unopened bottle of Killepitsch. His failed attempts at trying to get her to come out to the party had come to an end when the Heavy yelled for him. She drank and smoked and held her friend’s hand.
            Around eight the bottle was almost empty. She stumbled from her seat and out to the neutral zone for some air. Everyone was still drinking and yelling at each other. Empty bottles smashed at peoples’ feet while others told old war stories and others still wrestled or horsed around. No one noticed a short copper haired woman, armed with a bottle and a wicked grin, slip into the BLU sniper’s camper.
            The sniper looked up from his porn mag at the flushed spy standing before him. He tucked his magazine under his pillow and slowly sat up in his cot. He couldn’t read her expression but he could see the bottle in her hand.
            “What are you up to, Spook?” the sniper stood to approach her and was met by the barrel of a gun to the chest. He backed off.
            “You, uncloak yourself,” the spy pointed the gun at a seemingly empty corner of the van.
            “There’s no one there,” the sniper looked from the corner back to the spy.
            “Non! Uncloak, Spy!” she cocked the gun but still the corner seemed empty.
            “Come on now, Spoi, put the gun back and we’ll…” the gun went off. Immediately the corner began to bleed and then shimmer as the BLU spy came into view. “How did you know he was there? No, better question, how did you get in here without me noticing?”
            “He probably snuck in as you flipped through your dirty magazine much like he does every other day,” the RED spy took a swig of the liquor. The BLU spy was bleeding from the shoulder profusely where the bullet had ripped through his body at close range. “Get up,” she pointed the gun again at the other spy.
            “Have you gone nuts? We are in cease fire!” the spy was clutching his shoulder as he put his head between knees.
            “I said, get up,” the woman’s command was icy and this time not ignored. The male spy stood
            “If you kill us we’ll just go to the respawn and then we’ll be right back here in less than a minute,” the he-spook hissed to her.
            “You know that even drunk I’m not that stupid. I don’t plan on killing you but I could torture you if you don’t do what I say. I can keep you alive for weeks just to watch you suffer. There are plenty of abandoned rooms in the sewers that no one would hear you scream as I cut into your soft, French flesh. And when you did die I would make it look like the two of you had a little lovers’ spat and killed each other. Oh, and before that I would rig the respawn so you didn’t come back,”
            The sniper leaned into his team spy, “Can she do that?”
            “Sadly, yes,” was the spy’s gritted reply.
            “Kiss,” both men looked at her.
            “What?”
            “Kiss,” she repeated the command, “Did I stutter?”
            “You can’t be serious,” the sniper’s voice was a mix of outrage and confusion.
            “Fucking kiss,” she cocked the gun again.
            The men looked at each other; the sniper with disgust and the spy with humor. The spy’s hands flew to the sniper’s face and pulled the taller man into a kiss. The sniper was less than pleased as the spy tried to deepen the embrace.
            “This is a battle,” her eyes burned with a new intensity, “your spy is winning,”
            The Aussie tried to break the kiss but stopped when he felt the barrel of a gun pressed to his thigh.
            “You like it, bushman,” she sneered. He allowed the spy to deepen the kiss. The sniper kept at least one eye on her as she slumped against the small kitchenette. “I want passion!” she roared and slammed the liquor bottle on the counter. The two men, startled, kissed with new enthusiasm. “Bored now,” she drunkenly stepped around them, “Sniper, on your knees,” the man didn't respond “Suck him, bitch,” the Aussie broke the kiss in disgust.
            “What the fuck is fucking wrong with you!?!” the sniper roared.
            The hand gun went off. Sniper fell to his knees with a pained yell. He gripped his shin where blood from the gunshot wound seeped through his pants.
            “God fucking,” she grabbed his face before he could finish.
            “I said suck his fucking dick, jar man,” her face was mere centimeters from his. He could smell the alcohol on her breath and see the anger in her blood shot eyes. He knew she was more than serious.
            He turned to her BLU counterpart’s crotch and fumbled with the expensive looking leather belt. She was impatient. The RED grabbed the BLU spy’s knife from his jacket pocket. With a quick upward slash the French man’s pants fell to the floor revealing the obvious bulge in his blue boxers. The sniper pulled down the boxers revealing the spy’s fully erect member. The bushman tentatively licked at the head trying to remember what the last person to do this to him did. He took the head into his mouth and sucked gently while swirling his tongue. The spy let out a small moan due to the treatment encouraging his teammate to continue.
            The she-spy pressed her body against her counterpart’s back and whispered into his ear, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” she pulled his suit jacket from his broad shoulders. “You’ve begged me to help you all of these years and here he is, laid out on a proverbial platter,” next to go was his shirt and vest. “You’ve dreamed of this but is this the way you really want it?” her hands slid over his chest, tweaking a nipple before running down his taught stomach. “Forced and raw with no emotion?” her hands gripped his hips tightly, “But by all means, take him,” she slid her hands to his ass and squeezed and massaged, “Fuck. His. Face,” he didn’t need more than that. The BLU spy grabbed his ally’s head and jammed him down on his stiff cock. The sniper choked on the spy’s dick as it was jammed down his throat. The spy thrust in and out mercilessly with no thought to the fact that his current sex toy couldn’t breathe.
            The RED held two fingers to the BLU spy’s mouth. He didn’t need instruction to know what she wanted him to do. He took the fingers into his mouth and sucked them. When she felt they were sufficiently wet with his saliva she took them away eliciting a moan from him. One hand remained on his chest with the hand gun pointed mere inches from his manhood while the other began prodding at his entrance. She pushed one finger in, delighting as the French man moaned with pleasure, then another. She worked him, getting him use to the feel of her fingers before slowly fucking him with her hand.
            “Come for me,” she whispered in her counterpart’s ear. He shuddered as she hit his prostate with one long finger causing him to fuck the sniper’s face harder and faster.
            The male spy’s moans became more intense and she could feel his body tighten in her arms. He strangled out a half moan half yell as she hit that sweet spot within him over and over. He could feel the heat in the pit of his stomach, the sweet, almost agonizing pleasure building within him.
“I’m gonna,” was all he got out before he spilled his load into the sniper’s throat. The Aussie choked and gagged on the hot bitter fluid causing it to run down his chin. The spy finally released him and he fell to his hands and knees gagging and choking for breathe. The spy was still making noises. The sniper looked up to see the RED shoving her counterpart down on his bed face first while still fucking his ass with her hand.
When she decided the spy had had enough she came over to the still coughing man and pulled him up by the arm. He stumbled on the wounded leg and was shoved against the counter for balance. She trained the hand gun on his thigh as she got on her knees and undid his pants. He was nearly flaccid. She suspected as much, she knew that having your face fucked wasn’t always a turn on. A smile came to her cruel lips when she felt him react to her mouth on his limp dick. She could feel him harden against his will as she sucked and tongued him. He tried to pull away from her but a cocked gun met the sensitive flesh of his testicles. They made eye contact as she sucked him. He glared at her, eyes full of anger, while she looked back with obvious mirth in her own steel grey orbs.
From behind her she could hear the other spy stirring. Even intoxicated she was more alert than most others. He was less than a foot from her, holding a lamp as a weapon when she quickly pulled her gun and shot him in the thigh without removing her mouth from the sniper. The man fell to the ground with a yelp.
It wasn’t long before she was done with the sniper.
“Step out of your pants, pick up your friend and put him back on the bed the way I had him,” she motioned with the gun while wiping excess spittle from her chin. He did as he was told pulling the BLU spy up by his good arm and leading him to the bed.
“What is she doing?” the sniper whispered to his exhausted comrade.
“She’s going to make you fuck me, mon cher,” came the spy’s tired, whispered response.
Sniper couldn’t say anything he just laid the limp man on the bed. He looked over to her and noticed the sick smile on her face. Against his will his member twitched with excitement. What was wrong with him?
“Now that we have established my dominance, again, I think we shall continue with our lesson,” her voice was a French purr. “You’re going to fuck him just like he’s always wanted, monsieur sniper,” she cocked the gun again, “NOW!” she screamed at him.
The sniper looked down at his fellow BLU. He ran his hands down the other man’s back to his ass and separated his cheeks. The sniper hesitantly placed himself at the smaller man’s entrance as he looked over to her again. She licked her lips in anticipation. He bent over the other man and whispered an apology in his ear as he thrust into him. The spy moaned in what the sniper couldn’t tell was pleasure or pain. The hot tight ass of his comrade, he had to admit, felt deliciously good. A low growl came from his throat as he pulled out and then pushed in again. The spy gripped the bed sheets as the sniper’s pace quickened and his thrusts became deeper and harder.
“You’re going to want to stroke his cock now, mon amie,” he swore she was laughing at them. He grabbed the other man’s member which was once again hard and twitching with excitement. The spy seemed to be enjoying the treatment. He stroked his ally with force willing the other man to come quickly. He angled the spy differently and was met with a strong contraction of the other man’s muscles as well as a heady moan. He knew that he himself wouldn’t last much longer with the friction that was building between the two of them. He felt the pit of his stomach burn and his muscles tightened and with two more thrusts he came into the other man with a growl. The spy came again into the sniper’s hand and the two collapsed into a sweaty heap on the cot.
“Isn’t it beautiful? Forcing others to do something, be something that you want just so that you can have your victory?” her words were more sober than she had been all night. “Etes-vous heureux, fluage peu? Vous avez enfin obtenu ce que vous vouliez tout ce temps et pourtant tu es si bouleversé. (Are you happy little creep? You finally got what you wanted and yet you look so upset)” she finished off the bottle in her hand and smashed it against the floor. “It’s not fair! He is innocent!” tears came to her eyes. “But they don’t care, do they? They take and break whatever or whoever they want and then they expect us to clean up! Well, you can clean up my mess tonight,” she stumbled out of the van with an unceremonious thud to the ground outside.
The two men stirred. The sniper rolled off of the spy and quickly fell to the floor to look at his leg wound. The spy tried to push himself up but could only manage rolling over onto his back. Sniper could only imagine what kind of a mess they looked.
“Well that was different,” the spy wheezed out.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill her in so many fuckin’ ways tomorrow,” the sniper growled between clenched teeth.
“Oh, I’m going to get her too but I can’t help but think that we were just taught a lesson of some sort,” the spy sighed with a little laugh.
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