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The Heat of the Game	By : Loni Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 or its characters. I simply borrowed them for the sake of writing for fun. No profit was made.

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- 1-The Heat of the Game
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Talking. That was one thing the Sniper didn’t do. Getting him to engage in any sort of conversation was nearly impossible, and it left the Scout feeling more than simply frustrated. He crossed his arms over his chest as he slouched over and huffed in the mopeiest of manners, watching the Sniper shuffle about the kitchenette of the camper van from the containment of the hunter’s bedroom. He would never admit to watching, but he wasn’t exactly the most subtle of people-watchers either. He was sure the Sniper saw it. Again, though, he didn’t say anything.

“Well? Are ya gonna answer me or am I just gonna have ta talk to myself all evening?” the Scout eventually growled. The silence was unbearable and too placid for his upbeat lifestyle.

“Got nothin’ ta say, mate,” the Sniper muttered over the sound of coffee hitting the bottom of an empty mug.

“You never have anythin’ ta say, ‘mate’!” The Scout’s voice rose in pitch and volume and his hands shot out in front of him. His fingers curled around imaginary flesh as he continued to shout. “You never talk to me! You just sit there in your stupid kitchen or on your stupid couch in silence and fuckin’ stare at nothin’! How’re we supposed to make this thing work if you’re a god damn mute?!”

The Sniper looked over his sunglasses, eyes completely unreadable to the Scout outside of the intensity in the gaze. It was enough to silence him for a moment. “You don’t gotta yell.” He abandoned his mug of coffee and casually walked through the open door to his room. “It’s a small camper; I can hear ya just fine from the other side without you yelling, alright? Now what’s it you want?”

A single word bounced around in the Scout’s head: attention. That’s all he wanted and he didn’t think it was asking for much, but stubborn Boston pride coupled with an overpowering shyness kept his lips buttoned shut. The redness rising to his cheeks betrayed any secrecy, however.

“Suddenly got nothin’ ta say?” A smile tugged at the corners of the Sniper’s mouth. “Strange, since you’re always yammerin’ on, blah blah blah, about whatever it is that crosses your mind.” He made mock-speaking motions with his gloved hand as he talked, slowly leaning in close to the Scout. “Wot’s got your tongue so tied?”

The Scout pursed his lips and squinted his eyes as the Sniper’s face drew close to his own. It was adorable in that angry-pout sort of way, which broke the resistance in Sniper’s face. His lips cracked from ear to ear in the form of a big, toothy, sly grin. He plopped his weight down on the bed, holding himself up by his sturdy hands, and allowed his nose and glasses to touch the Scout’s face.

“What? Are you suddenly some sort of faggot?!” the Scout retorted, knowing the answer already. He expressed his discomfort by withdrawing a little and putting his foot on the Sniper’s chest to force some distance between them. It didn’t last long, though. Perhaps it was because the Sniper was a powerful man, thin, but pure muscle and raw strength. Or perhaps it was the Scout’s lack of desire to hold off the older man. He had been dropping hints that he wanted this moment to happen in the form of whiny complaints and misplaced kisses and nibbles during physical confrontations. This was the first time the Sniper actually delivered.

The huntsman grabbed the Scout’s leg and threw it over his shoulder, dropping his weight against the boy and pushing them both onto the bed. It was a rough gesture, but it got the job done, and before the Scout knew what happened, their lips had smashed together. The moment crashed over them like a wave, and washed the aggression away, leaving nothing but passion. Teeth scraped together, tongues wrestled for prideful dominance, and saliva smeared over reddening skin.

The Scout shifted, his thigh beginning to cramp from the awkward position the Sniper had him in. The movement broke the kiss, causing the Sniper to reel back to his feet. Desperately, the Scout adjusted himself and shot up, grabbing the Sniper by his vest and pulling him back down. He licked saliva from the corners of his mouth and stared through the Sniper’s yellow glasses. “I nevah told you to stop.”

“What, you some kinda fag, mate?” the Sniper mocked, wrinkling his nose in an almost playful manner and completely shattering the stoic image he wore on a minute-to-minute basis.

“Shut the fuck up,” was all the wit the Scout could muster.

“So now you want me to be quiet.” Curling back his lips, the Sniper nibbled the tip of the Scout’s nose affectionately.

“You heard me, you rat-bastard.” The younger male grabbed the back of his elder’s head, yanking the hair and pulling him into another kiss. They sank back into the bed, their bodies melting together in a mess of tangled limbs. The Scout had longed for this sort of attention for what felt like an eternity. He bathed in the scent and the taste and the touch of the Sniper as if it was going to end. He tore at his partner’s clothes, fishing his hands under hems and elastic.

“Hey, slow down, lad.” The elder sneered as he grabbed one of the boy’s wrists and plopped his weight down upon the smaller body, trapping the Scout. He received a blushed scowl for his actions, which only caused him to chuckle sadistically. This only angered the desperate youth, and he began thrashing under the hunter’s weight. The Sniper would have loved nothing more than to tease and taunt the boy further, but his jerking movements caused his smaller body to rub against his own in a very pleasing manner. He suppressed the moan that attempted to escape.

“Quit messin’ around, old man!” The boy continued to fight against the lanky body holding him down, not quite realizing the effect it was having on the older man. At least, not until he felt a sudden and very prominent bulge growing against his thigh. “Oh, so you like that, huh?” His own expression took the form of a sinister grin, and he gave a thrust against the other man's crotch as he realized he could have the upper hand in this game.

“Alright, you win this round.” The elder mumbled with a groan of pleasure. He released his grip on the Scout’s wrist and raised back onto his knees, still trapping the boy from the waist down, but it did not stop either set of hands from hastily removing his button-up shirt with a rip and a tear before it hit the floor in a messy heap. The old bed gave a loud creak as he leaned back down, grabbing the Scout’s jaw and engulfing his lips with his own as his free hand began tugging at the shirt-tail tucked into the youth’s pants. His calloused hand snaked under the shirt, roughly grasping and massaging against the soft flesh, gripping the boy’s ribcage as the battle of dominance continued to play at their mouths; however, it seemed the Sniper was winning for the moment as the younger male began moaning into his mouth.

“F-Fuck.” A heave of breath escaped from the Scout’s mouth as the Sniper rose up to catch his own. Panting, he teased the smaller male as fingers danced about his clothed chest, ears delighted to find the boy’s breathing as heavy as his own.

“I plan on it.” He sneered as he reached to his back pocket and removed a small blade, taking little effort in ripping the offending cloth away from the youth’s chest, whom growled in both surprise and anger.

“Hey, these ain’t free, ya---“ He was cut off by a tongue lapping at his collarbone. Suddenly, the tattered shirt was the least of his concerns, and the boy could not resist arching his body into the wonderful mouth now assaulting his torso. Fingers found themselves digging into the older man’s arms as his head lolled backwards into the bed sheets, completely engulfed in the wave of ecstasy now flowing in his veins. The Scout was too occupied with the hunter’s ministrations to feel his belt being unbuckled until he felt a rough hand casually rub against his hidden, but very reactive member. He gave a sharp hiss, “Shit, man…”

The Sniper would have pestered the youth with a chuckle, but he was too busy wetting the boy’s chest with licks, casually tasting the flavor of sweat and need and inhaling his natural musk as if it were the finest of perfumes. And, the Scout’s arching and subconscious bucking against his own throbbing member was nearly driving the hunter insane. But, the elder male was not about to give in just to the boy’s unspoken pleas just yet; not while there was to be a winner to this game. He wanted to hear the youth beg and tell him just how much he was needed.

However, the Scout was able to recollect some of his emotions, and he enabled his hands to reach for the Sniper’s belt, fumbling with the buckle in between falling victim to his own pleasured sensations. Somehow, it became loose, and fingers snatched at the button, ripping against the fabric until it forced itself to become unfastened. With the hem now free to do as it wished, it easily slipped past the scraggly hip bones, and the Sniper stood up to allow his pants to pool at his ankles. His erection was very much visible beneath his boxers, and the youth felt himself gasp in surprise at the sight. Now, the hunter had to let that chuckle out as he took to tearing the boy’s pants from his body in a quick sweep, receiving a yelp of protest in return.

Not one to be caught off-guard a second time, the Scout in turn surprised the taller male as he tested his own speed, leaping from the bed and colliding with the Sniper, knocking him to the floor and pinning him down with lips smashed together and tongues lashing at one another. The camper itself shook under the action as it tilted onto two wheels and forcibly crashed back down on all tires with a thud. The two men never acknowledged the shift of the vehicle they were now entangled in. The Scout underestimated the elder’s strength once more and found himself being rolled onto the floor beneath him with ease. The fight was still very much on, as he proceeded to thrust against the Sniper’s crotch again, and both males gave something of a moan as only two thin pieces of fabric separated their groins, and even then, the heat from one’s member seeped through to the other and tingled harshly. The sudden rush of feeling caused the boy to bite down on the elder’s lip, instantly drawing blood. The Sniper drew back, momentarily licking at the blood speckling there. He received a smirk, as the youth thought himself victorious, but the hunter would not give in so easily. He came to his feet, dragging the boy upwards as well and tossing him back into the bed and the wall above it as the camper shook again under his weight slamming against the Scout soon after. The younger male hissed, but did not stop in his efforts to rake his dull fingernails across the hunter’s back as the elder nipped and bit at his tender neck ravenously.

“That’s how we’re gonna play, eh?” The Sniper spoke through clenched teeth against the Scout’s flesh, giving a proper suction to leave a reddish-purple mark in his wake. His hand disappeared into the youth’s underpants and gave his member a squeeze. The boy growled and went rigid, as did the scratches he now left at the hunter’s back. The elder male began pumping at the boy’s tender flesh, still leaving marks against his neck and torso as he took in the beautiful sounds escaping his mouth.

Feverishly, the Scout panted, his hips beginning to madly jerk with no sense of rhythm to the hand at his erection. Not wanting the Sniper to get his way entirely, he managed to work his hands into the elder’s boxers, equally gripping his member and giving it an inexperienced tug. Patience was the hunter’s virtue, and he continued to assault the younger male and allowed himself to give him groans of encouragement. The boy was sloppy, but it was not necessarily a painful experience. His own member was bulging in smaller hands and he purposely contained himself to draw the enjoyment along further. But, there was only so much that even the Sniper could endure. The Scout let out something of a desperate and annoying whine as his erection was quickly abandoned and he found his bottom half being stripped naked in one fast motion. The Sniper removed his own shorts and climbed onto the boy once more, his hand returning to its sexual torture as the other reached for the nearby dresser drawer. The second motion fell on deaf ears as the Scout was once again twisting and turning into the sheets; however, something cold and slimy poking him in the backside brought him back, and he nearly hit his head against the wall as he retreated against it. The Sniper gave a frown in response.

“No way, man! Nuh-uh! You ain’t about to fuck me in the ass!” The smaller male bellowed as he held an accusing finger in the hunter’s face. He did not see this in the rule books anywhere!

“Well, mate, you sure as ‘ell are not fucking me ass.” The Sniper said in a matter-of-factly tone as he pressed himself against the smaller body. “We’re gonna see this through since you started it.”

The Scout looked hesitant as he bit his lip and his eyes furrowed. If he did, in fact, cease now, he would never again get this type of attention from the elder man. Not to mention, the throbbing of his member was still quite active and it begged for release. “Shit. You’re…You’re not gonna tell anyone, are ya?”

“Cross me heart and hope ta die.” The taller male mimicked crossing his hand from chin to stomach and left shoulder to right before grabbing the Scout by the ankle and dragging him into a lying position. The boy gave an exasperated sigh, but complied and allowed the other man’s finger to enter him once again, followed by a second. He winced more for the awkward feeling of slick digits worming their way into his insides than actual pain. His body tensed at the sensation as a third finger joined the former two.

“Relax, or it’s gonna really hurt.” The hunter mumbled as he removed his fingers, taking a leg and tossing it over his shoulder and placed his member against the Scout’s opening. “You might wanna hang on, lad.”

The Scout obeyed, his hands meeting behind the elder male’s neck. In one swift motion, he entered the boy with a grunt.

“Fuck, shit, goddamnit, fuck, that hurts!” The youth cursed as his nails dug into his own fingers. The Sniper gave the body underneath him a moment to unclench while the boy shouted insults directly in his face. He interrupted the spew of vulgarity by clamping his mouth over the other and began the slow process of rocking into the Scout’s backside. Surprisingly, he returned the kiss and clung to the hunter’s neck as if all life depended on it. A free hand wedged in between both bodies and took hold of the younger male’s member and set right to work pumping it in tune to the thrusts. The Scout’s back arched and his body began to relax, though muscles remained taut as he rigorously attempted to work his hips to the Sniper’s movements.

“That’s not so bad, now, is it?”

“You fucking stop this time, and I will rip your friggin’ head off, ya bastard.” The boy panted in reply. The Sniper took that as a signal to hasten his efforts as he grabbed youth’s other leg and place it over his shoulder and hovered over his body, letting his own weight thrust himself deep inside his partner, who could only howl and moan in delight as his spine was nearly bent in on itself with pressure.

The hunter could only comply with the youth’s insistent begging to continue, deeper and harder and faster, giving in to the boy’s wishes. The camper rocked on its wheels, kicking up dust from the ground as the aged walls creaked under the jerking, and the Scout’s head bounced against the wall as he continued to cry out for more. He loved every second, every sound, every feeling, and every inch of the Sniper atop him as he pounded into him mercilessly. It was too much for him to endure, and with one last rock of his hips, the Scout groaned as both his and the Sniper’s stomach were soon plastered together with his own semen and sweat. He continued to grip at the older male, still grunting with the after-pleasure, and his writhing became hard to withstand any longer. The hunter roared as he filled the younger male, continuing his thrusting until he was sure he was drained and fell against the smaller body.

A few moments of bliss passed before the Scout would clear his throat sheepishly. “You wanna get offa me now, pops?”

“No.”

The younger male began kicking his heels against the Sniper’s back, giving the elder man no choice but to remove himself and plop unceremoniously beside him on his stomach. The Scout huffed but soon relaxed and eased himself into a comfortable position on his side facing the elder, being so brave as to flop am arm across his back which was reddened with zigzags and stripes now rising off his flesh. He winced at the weight on his newly-created wounds and turned his head to look at the boy whom was merely grinning stupidly.

“Bugger off, I’m tired.”

“Well, damn, I was gonna thank ya, but not with that attitude, pal.”

“You can thank me later.” The Sniper mumbled as he turned his head away and closed his eyes. “Just, try to be more direct next time ya want a fuckin’. I thought you’d never bloody ask.”

The Scout’s face turned bright red as he stared at the back of the elder’s head, thankful he could not see his expression of embarrassment. “That obvious, huh?”

“Very.”

“Fine, but next time, I top.”

“Not on your life, kid.”

The younger male could only shrug to no one as he cuddled up against the taller man and proceeded to fall into a stupor of pleasant dreams, never minding that he would be helping the Sniper clean up the shattered dishes now dirtying up the floor once they both awakened.
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