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Sniper was going to be paid for this.
It wasn’t worth it.
Now in his campervan, he had a hostage tied up and gagged.
It wasn’t worth it.
The spy was looking at him with pleading eyes and was trying to beg when he kidnapped him.
The worst part?
His pretty blue eyes looked like his ex-boyfriend and his mouth around the gag muffled his accent which Sniper wanted to hear. The spy wasn’t annoying and his accent was gentle on Sniper’s serrated nerves. He pulled over roughly and heard a muffled cry of pain from his backseat hostage. He was tied to the bench seat of the table which Sniper knew wasn’t safe in transport.
He wasn’t surprised to see the Spy look at him with those eyes and he wanted to hear the Frenchman. He untied the gag and sat down beside the backstabber.
“How is everythin’ back here?”
“Merde,”
“Sorry to hear that mate,” He untied the traitor and pushed him into the bathroom. He grimaced as the spy fell on his knees and cursed in pain.
“Do your damn business and I’ll get you somethin’ to eat.”
“Water, I need water,” He said softly.
The spy left the door slightly ajar as he used the restroom and the sniper heard him enter the room. He tied the man’s hands back together and the spy simply let him. He also let the man drink and eat as he watched.
“I want you to kill me.” The spy said as he hooked his leg around the sniper’s and refused to let go.
The sniper took a deep breath. “Why would I, ya’ snake?”
“Mick, please.” The man trembled slightly and the sniper noticed the look of fear cross his confident features. Mick held his face for a moment while his breath caught up with him and gagged him in a moment of calm. A professional couldn’t care less that his blue were eyes welling with tears but Mick grimaced as he willed himself to care less.
“How about you call it a day?”
Spy was trying to follow him to the cabin and tripped over his bindings.
Sniper didn’t care, he started driving.
He heard the spy struggle and when he got to base he saw that the efforts were fruitless. He was bleeding and the rope burned him. He ripped the mask off of the spy and saw the tears running down his cheeks and the bruise that started to form from the slap earlier. He roughly turned the spy’s neck to see the handprint better. He rubbed his thumb over it and the spy started to breathe heavily as he clenched his eyes shut. Sniper took the gag and cut it off with the spy’s knife. Blood trickled down his cheek and it mixed with salty tears.
The sniper didn’t know how much time he spent staring at the hostage, he stared down slightly and over his yellowed glasses.
Those damn blue eyes opened again and lead sunk to the bottom of Sniper’s stomach.
Instead of the piercing gaze he carried when they fought like dogs, he was vulnerable and almost pretty. It was so easy to get caught up in the bloodshed and the adrenaline rushing. The spy always had the upper hand then and it was man vs man. Sniper used to hate the blood he spilled in close combat but now, he enjoyed it and he would be lying if he didn’t love the pain they inflicted on each other.
“Why don’t you take off that suit? You don’t want to get blood on it do you, mate?” He was warm and the spy tried not to dignify him with a response until he was pinned against the inner wall of the van.
“Make me.”
Stripped of all his weapons the spy couldn’t fight back and he started undoing his tie and jacket, and Sniper undid the buttons with ease. After Spy was rid of his jacket Sniper threw a pair of shorts and a white shirt into the bathroom.
“Go,” Sniper said, with his SMG on the spy’s head.
“Mick. Please?” The spy’s voice shook and he got down on his shaking knees.
“Doctor’s orders.” The Sniper said with no harsh tone.
“What do you want to know?” The Spy pleaded.
“Get dressed.” Sniper cut off his bindings and threw him into the bathroom before stripping the man’s shirt off him and the spy undid his belt and changed in front of the young man.
He didn’t notice new tears falling down his face but Mick did. His mein soured, the usually unemotional man had his stomach twist into knots.
Before was he thinking, he was gripping that damn man’s face and wiping away the tears.
“Jacques that’s my name.”The spy told him as he walked toward his torture again. Mick stopped him as he was one foot out the door.
“Go back to your base, I’ll go to medic,” Mick said firmly.
“Merci, mais je ne peux pas vous laisser faire ça.” The spy said quickly.
“Speak English ya bloody spook.”The sniper hissed.
“I asked if your mind was lost.” The spy lied.
“Better get away before I find it.”The sniper said smiling.
His twisted grin was like a shot to the spy’s heart. “Au revoir Mick.”
“Don’t get caught.” Sniper said firmly as he locked the door, the blue suit still in his camper.
Jacques waited in the cold night, his body trembling until Mick was coming out for a smoke. Jacques dragged him inside the red base. “What in the bloody hell are you doing?” Mick asked as he tried to fight.
“Please, don’t fight,” He said softly they were careful to make it look like he was the one being brought here against his will but when Fritz threw Mick out of the lab he had a cold chill run up his spine.
He should have made Mick tremble under the madman’s wrath but, the young man wouldn’t have made it out in one piece.
He knew he wouldn’t and he regretted ever helping that Australian.
A scream threw its way out of his throat as he was stabbed with a syringe.
….
Jacques…
The name was like sugar on his tongue.
He hated it, this was a damn war zone and here the poofter was falling for a man who was a heterosexual and in love with Scout’s mom.
He heard the screams before he got out of the building, and he couldn’t stop the twisting bile in his gut. He stormed back into the evil lab and saw the sobbing spy and a mad medic staring back at him.
“Herr Sniper, are you back for your payment?”
His indecision caused the words to flit from his mouth. What would he say, no, I was coming for the spy. Medic would scoop his brain out.
“I wanted to get information from the spy after you're done.” He said in a level tone, hopefully not betraying his real feelings.
“Oh, ya, you can have him. I was about to dissect him but you can wait until I put him back together.” Medic was cheery and bile rose in his mouth. He swallowed it down.
“Cheers mate.” He walked in the waiting area and Heavy looked up from his book.
“You, ok?” Heavy asked
He slumped into a chair and let out a groan, “I’m bloody fine.”
Later the spy was returned to him, shaking and covering his bare face.
Before Mick knew what was happening he leaped up and put his hat on the man’s head before taking the money and walking back to the camper his previously white shirt now red. Sniper gave him another white shirt as they got back to the camper. Jacques gathered his stuff and put it on the table. He then sat down on the bed, as Mick paced, rocking the camper.
He then stood in front of his previous hostage and his hands shook. “I’m sorry, I’m bloody sorry.”
“Look at me.-” He asked softly before planting a kiss on his lips. Jacques just smiled as he saw the emotions course through Mick who pushed him away. “-You are too easy to read. It’s been a long time since I did anything like this. You want to know me and you want to savor me but you also are loyal to your team. This won’t do. I can get you the intelligence and let you have me but I need something.”
“Damn the bloody intelligence.” He seethed before kissing Jacques with fervor he didn’t know he had.
“Not yet, my butterfly, I need something from you,” Spy said pushing him away slightly but still breathing in Mick’s cologne from how close they were.
“What in the bloody hell is it?” He asked with a tremble in his voice.
“I need to talk to the administrator, switch teams, and then, I’ll give you all I can.” He said, his lips dry.
Mick nodded and Jacques left without another word, instead a kiss was pressed to Sniper’s lips and a tongue slid into his. Mick was making out with the man he captured, then Mick pinned him to the bed and they kissed passionately until Mick pulled himself off of the unmasked man. His cheeks were rosy and flushed, his hair was messed up and he had a dumb lustful look in his eyes. He nearly fell on the bed and started kissing him again but, Jacques grabbed his clothes and left.
…
Sleeping alone was hard for Sniper after seeing that man in his bed. He would be lying if he said he was good at his job in this state.
Respawn kept hitting him like a tank and he was pissed.
While in the void of respawn, they lost the match. Again.
Miss.Pauling called him twice about his performance.
Back at base, it was thick with tension. Soldier was on his usual rampage, Medic was the quiet type of angry, Scout was ranting, Pyro was having a tea party with Engie, Heavy was unfazed, Demo was depressed and drunk, and Spy was staring at him.
He knew he had to say something: “Sorry everyone for my performance, I have some things going on.”
“I would say so, what the hell you stupid moron you just keep missin’ shots and you aren’t covering us at all.” The Scout got in his face and the sniper didn’t do anything about it.
“Herr Scout, that is enough. Sniper, my office now.” The medic snapped as he got up and walked to his lab.
Heavy smiled knowingly, “Doctor is just worried,”
“Tout cela a à voir avec moi.” Spy seethed as he followed them. Heavy heard the spy and followed him as well. They stopped and the turmoil in the sniper’s mind sent him into a tailspin.
“The blue spy is on our side now, herr Sniper,” Medic said softly.
“Did he switch teams?” Mick asked quickly.
“Ja, mein Herr during this match.” Fritz smiled. Micha and I were always on the same team but I can’t imagine how much stress the whole kidnapping thing put on you two. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He was gobsmacked. Words didn’t come out until they started walking again. “I didn’t start to have feelings for him.- Wait, the times that we fought I felt good, he kept coming back and I kept fighting those pretty blue eyes… Merde, I’ve been in love with him since… since…. That was back in-” Spy rushed toward the man, his legs going as fast as they could. In a crescendo of emotions, he didn’t care who saw and, lips were on each other and they couldn’t separate their bodies.
The medic laughed and Heavy looked at him with pure love. “Stop that, you might give Misha ideas!”
The love birds pulled away from each other and Jacques smiled. “We know that doctor, pardon our uncouth display, love makes a man weak.”
Mick looked at him in the way only a lover can. He wanted, he needed to wrestle in passion with this man. Instead of bloodshed, the victory would be rough, mutual, bliss.
“I just want you both to know that I and the rest of the guys have no problems with this relationship, however, Spy you have a wife.”
“Non. Our love was gone before I left…I faked my death to protect her and her sons. They were never mine, she made it clear she only wanted me for passion and the memories of such sustained me enough to move on. I always loved her too much to marry her and the way I used to look at her, I look at him. It will always hurt me to remember ma fleur, but now, my butterfly carries me in passion and I am his and his alone.”
Sniper kissed his grief-stricken partner on the cheek then Jacques held Mick’s face in his hands.
“Tomorrow, we’ll figure out the details but I do believe you have some issues we need to work out before the match tomorrow,” Jacques said with a smile.
They left Medic behind with Heavy. Jacques was happy to walk to the van together but a sudden turn almost knocked him off of his feet.
“Base housing is more comfortable for you,” Mick said, waking up the stairs and holding the door open for his room open for him.
“Thank you.” He said softly before stepping into the room. Mick shut the door and Jacques left no time for a single breath before they kissed. A red suit was undone and folded on the bedside table as they kissed messily. Mick just let his clothes fall wherever as he folded Jacques’ clothes. Then they were both naked and eagerly sharing body heat as they kissed. When Mick finally pulled away the string of saliva they shared fell on his chest. Jacques lunged for him like a starved animal before being pinned on the bed.
Overwhelmed by the man below him Mick started kissing his neck and worked his way down uncaring of the way his fingernails scratched his back.
“Plus, s’il vous plaît.” Jacques begged.
When Mick started sucking him off, his head between Jacques’ legs as he took long licks and took him as deep as he could go. Jacques was loud, French and English mixed with loud moans and grunts. He gripped onto Mick’s head and convulsed as he came down his throat.
“Jacques, may I ride you?”
“Non, non,” He flipped himself over and lifted his ass high.
Mick wasted no time in grabbing some lube and eating his ass out. He was slick and Jacques laid himself down on a pillow. Preparing for the inevitable burn. Mick fingered him and found his prostate and Jacques started to tremble. Then everything stopped and Mick moved his hand up near Jacques’ and his body was hovering above. The thick dick slid in and as soon as Mick got comfortable he started to kiss his lover’s neck and gently thrust into him. A grunt was the only response until Mick found his prostate. Then a lewd moan and French came out of his mouth, he also collapsed and the younger man held his chest as he lay on the bed.
Hickies decorated Jacques’ neck and his back was full of bites as well. He was flipped into missionary position and his cheeks were red with blush and his eyes were unfocused as he pulled Mick closer.
Mick ran a hand through his hair. Sweat made his black and gray hair wet to the touch as he messed up the slicked-back haircut. He watched as Jacques looked at him with those blue eyes and he couldn’t help but stare as he hovered over him, their breaths deep and lips close. Jacques lifted himself to his butterfly’s lips.
His canines were pressed against Jacques’ teeth and his tongue was choking him before he knew it. Mick pulled away and Jacques let his head fall on the mattress. Except it didn’t, Mick held his head up like a baby’s as he stared into his eyes.
“Are you ok?”
Jacques let out a strangled gasp before he nodded and words came slightly later.
“Oui, yes,” He gasped.
As soon as he said yes, teeth were in his chest, a tongue licking his nipples, truly, he was lost in pleasure. He didn’t know where he would love next as he looked up at the gray ceiling.
Moans drifted out his mouth before a thrust to his prostate caused him to gasp and moan, he was unsurprised that lips were on his but Mick was speaking to him.
“Just a little more.” He said, as he panted “You’re such a beauty.”He whispered and then groaned as his legs started to shake with exertion.
It was then that Jacques held his ass and tried to hold him.
Mick stopped everything and pinned his hands above his head with one hand, the other still holding his head up. Jacques was aware of his legs trembling, wrapped around Mick’s hips like a belt.
He came again. His body convulsed and he was distantly aware of himself sobbing as he begged for more and when hot cum shot through him he fell into pure bliss.
“Aimer ou avoir aimé, cela suffit. Ne demandez rien de plus. Il n’y a pas d’autre perle que l’on puisse trouver dans les plis sombres de la vie.” Jacques gasped before Mick pulled out and, his lungs gasped for air.
Mick smiled and cupped his face before laying beside him in mutual bliss.
It was worth it.
“Mick, I enjoyed this.” He said softly.
“I’m sorry for how I treated you, before,” Mick said softly.
“Don’t be, it was what attracted me to you.” Jacques smiled as he held this dumb man’s hand.
Silence drifted over them until Mick sat up. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean us up.”
“Non, allow me,” Jacques said as he kissed Mick’s hand.
A rag was wiping blood off his chest, “Better luck next time, ma frenchie.” he said mocking the way Spy spoke.
“You imbecile! I am your lover!”
“Say that in French,” Mick whispered seductively.
“It would be ‘Mon amant’ you foolish Englishman!”He guffawed as his ears and face turned even redder. It didn’t help that Mick was wiping the spend that was a result of a lustful time well spent into a rag that was too close to his dick for any kind of innocent intentions either. Knowing this, he wasn’t surprised by a gentle kiss on his dick.
“I love you … mon amant,” Mick said softly as Jacques started to blush harder.
“You are going to kill me,” Spy said blushing harder.
“Not anymore love. Not anymore.” He said smiling with his sharp teeth.