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For the last week, Spy found himself deeply uncomfortable. For days there was a disquieting feeling of eyes on him and no matter how hard he tried he could not place the source of the attention. It was maddening, and he found himself aggravated. It was a rather basic aspect of his job description to be observant and before this began, he was very confident in his instincts of detection. It stung and insulted him that he remained clueless towards the source of his distress. He chalked up the situation to the fact it hadn’t felt like an immediate threat. This wasn’t such a bad thing, as it made him doubt what stressed him came from outside the base, namely, the RED spy. He respected the man, albeit reluctantly. He doubted him to have any interest nor be foolish enough to allow himself to be sensed. What unsettled him most was that no matter where he was, the feeling never quite went away. The uncomfortable dig of paranoia was felt most vividly when he was in his own base during ceasefire.
Spy’s discomfort reached the boiling point when his locker began to show signs of being sifted through. He took stock and found no evidence that anything was taken which rendered the situation somehow worse. While the difference was minute, only really noticeable to himself, it made the irritation fester further. His skin crawled with the violation of it and stress began to put him on edge to the point his job performance started to suffer.
He began to examine his teammates, anger simmering when nothing conclusive came of his assessments. He had suspected Scout initially as the boy had the most obvious reason to harass him.
He rather enjoyed riling Scout ever since the American made an off-color comment on his sexuality. It had proven to be the child’s downfall as it opened up an endless source of ammunition for torment. He started by flirting openly with him, flowery words of the false sincerity and more than a few ambiguous offers of his “love”. The effort was worth the humorous backlash. Words, after all, had always been his weapon of choice, and Scout was quite talented at giving wonderful reactions. Spy relished when he provoked the boy well enough to rendered him silent flustered, a true feat to behold since the insufferable blister that was their team’s Scout rarely shut his mouth. Once his insecurity became obvious, it wasn’t just Spy that antagonized him either. Demo had quickly caught on to his game with possibly more relish than he himself. He seemed even more tickled at how the comments affected the boy, and would often join in on the verbal tourture. Ultimately, it gave some measure of enjoyment and stimulation to the horrid armpit that was their post, so perhaps Spy had indulged a little more often than was proper. Who could possibly blame him when the base was so dull?
Once suspected, Spy had quietly tailed the boy which resulted in two boring days where he watched him do little of interest. At the first sign of snooping through Spy’s things during the surveillance where Scout had an alibi, Spy stopped his efforts. For the next few days, Spy looked to the rest of his team and, with annoyance, he concluded there was no real reason any of them would have motivation to give him unwanted attention. Luckily, the culprit came to him directly.
It’s after a particularly ill fought battle that Spy got the answer he wanted. He had been irritated at his performance, taking it out on his equipment and clothing on one of the long benches in the respawn locker room. There had been mud that day which had rendered his Italian dress shoes caked in a thick, disgusting mess. He scrubbed a little too hard at the fine leather as his mind schemed on different courses of action he would need to take to figure out who was being the particularly annoying thorn in his side. He had been too engrossed with angrily cleaning his shoes that he had not noticed how quiet the room had become around him. Spy fully realized his mistake at the sound of the door locking audibly behind him. He winced at himself, wondering how he could have possibly been that stupid. He blamed it on the tension and the fatigue of battle but still, the reasoning felt feeble because he knew no one but fools in his line of work ever let their guard down like that. His motions were calm and collected when he put his shoes neatly away in the locker in front of him, still dirty but no longer a priority, while he mutely feigned ignorance and listened.
He waited, breath shallow. After a while, a familiar voice broke the stifling silence.
“Is it true what Scout says? Are you a cock sucker?"
Spy's shoulders tensed at the comment. He dipped a hand inconspicuously into a pocket, feeling for his knife, but the object gave him little comfort. The situation was poor. He had dealt with less than polite men in the past over this kind of issue.
“Crude, Soldat,” he muttered. He made no sudden moves or betrayed any indication of interest in the question and was careful to listen for any from Soldier himself.
“I am serious. Do you do that kind of thing to men?” Another plainly asked question.
“Surprised you would take childish rumour to heart. You should go on your own instinct rather others hearsay. Much more mature.” He attempted to deflect, but Spy knew it would likely not be enough.
Soldier stepped next to Spy, battle-worn boots in his line of sight. He was so near that Spy smelt smoke, sweat, and sulphur from the man who had stupidly dared to be so dangerously close to him.
“You have not answered my question.”
Spy's face pulled to a slight frown as his hand went to grip tightly around the knife before he stood. He finally looked at the man and briefly sized him up. Soldier wore no shirt and Spy wondered if the action had been planned as purposeful intimidation. If so, even Spy had to admit it was somewhat effective as he examined his mass, eyes roaming briefly over his body. He was muscular, light-colored crops of hair in all the right, pleasing places. Unarmed, perhaps Spy would not win against all that muscle and brawn but, luckily, that was not the case. He smirked at the fact the fool had rendered himself with less barrier for sharp steel to sink through.
“Well, what do you think?” Spy asked casually. The statement made Soldier pause. Spy had watched for some kind of negative emotional cue, pleased that no visible aggression was yet apparent. Still, Spy was wary, since it was difficult to tell due to that damn low helmet of his.
“I am unsure. That is why I am here and asking you," he stated clearly as blue eye peaked under the rim of steel which calmly met his own. It felt odd. He couldn’t remember a time before this where he had seen Soldier so evenly focused. He thought carefully for a moment before he realized the cause of his stressful week was most likely before him.
“Honestly, it's none of your business what I do with men. But if it means you’ll stop your primitive attempts at surveillance on me, I'll indulge your curiosities.” Spy watched red flush up to the man’s neck and grinned a little at his clear incrimination. How very good to know that it was Soldier that watched him.
“I have, on occasion, had... liaisons with men." He waited before speaking further while he tried to gauge Soldier's reaction. When there was none, he continued, grip still tight on his knife. “However, that has been the case long before joining this team and has no bearing on my work with BLU. I have been nothing short of effective and professional, wouldn’t you agree?”
Spy’s stance grew tighter as he watched the emotional weather in Soldier shift at his words. He saw a sudden uneasiness in the man in front of him and, while there seemed to be no hint of violent intent, he intended to keep it as such by removing himself from this situation. His hand never left his pocket but his clasp around his weapon loosened. Spy wanted to leave no room for aggression and decided to end this awkward conversation quickly.
“Yes. But-”
“Then it’s settled. You have your answer, non?”
“Yes, but I-”
“Then I’m done talking. I’m retiring for the night. Goodnight, Soldat." Spy wasn’t prepared for a strong, hard grip around his wrist that kept him in place.
“Wait. I am not done.”
Spy looked at Soldier passively but anger quickly started to brew inside him. He hadn’t appreciated being restrained like this. This had far overstepped the boundaries of a "friendly" conversation as far as Spy was concerned, taking the touch as a threat. There had been a flick of desire to dislocate the arm that was attached to the hand around his wrist as payment for the unwanted contact. In the end, Spy decided he would rather have a bigger, more concrete excuse before he harmed a fellow teammate. His grip went back on his knife as he decided to play against the obvious discomfort the man dripped with. If he struck him as a result, so be it. He was mad enough and more than prepared for a fight.
“I’ve told you all that you need to know. Unless you have a desire to give a demonstration on 'cock sucking’, as you so artlessly put it, our conversation is over.”
The statement had been saturated with sarcasm but Soldier’s face went red with embarrassment. Spy heard him swallow hard before he finally let him go, which made him smirk. He brought his arm to straighten his tie, suppressing his smugness. Goading idiots like Soldier was far too easy and much too fun, but he was nearly certain it was tormenting the Scout that was the cause of this uncomfortable conversation and situation. He made a mental note to perhaps tone it down, as having annoying children start rumours was quite inconvenient, apparently.
The grin died when Soldier's hands reached for his belt. He felt thick fingers work it open and, in mild shock, tried to look back to Soldier's face for answers. He received none from a face partially hidden by his helmet as he looked down at his labor.
“I can do that.”
Spy shivered as thin leather slithered from his waist, becoming further stunned as he became fully aware of the sheer expanse of Soldier’s shoulders as the man knelt in front of him. Big hands met no resistance when they deftly pulled down his pants which wenched a surprised squeak from the back of Spy’s throat. It wasn't until rough fingers reached the hem of his underwear that Spy woke from his shock. Gloved hands reached and grabbed Soldier’s bare, strong hands, which kept them in place from removing any more clothing.
“What are you doing?!”
Soldier looked up and Spy finally saw his eyes.
They were clear, wide and blown. His breath hitched and toned with desperation. It made something asleep inside Spy uncomfortably stir and turn.
“What you told me to do. Demonstrating.”
Spy was at a literal loss for words at the complete lack of dishonesty in Soldier's face. Eyes focused back on those strong, muscular shoulders before they dipped down lower to his chest, the sight making him at bite his lip. He was honestly nice to look at. His gaze followed hair down to a small paunch before the action was aborted in panic. Spy turned his head, eyes darting to look at the wall as if the action would erase the knowledge of the very sizable erection that strained Soldier’s fatigues. He felt himself shamefully react to that information and, because of how he had pinned Soldier’s hands to his body to keep them still, he knew Soldier felt it too.
It resulted in a grin with too many teeth and Soldier's motions started once more in a continued effort to remove his clothing. Spy’s hands tightened around his again.
“No, we are in public you imbecile!” he bleated. The comment earned Spy a curious, amused look from the man beneath him.
“I have already locked the door.” There wasn't a real argument that Spy could offer to that. His brain tried to buy time, but treacherous desire had already begun to run to the pit of himself. “You scared, sweetheart?”
Another flash of that damn toothy grin again which caused another physical pulse southward. There was a hum from Soldier as his fingers flex and rub anywhere they were allowed to reach.
Damn it.
His mind tried to reason with his body, at least briefly. It told him this was awfully unprofessional and reminded him the man desperately trying to rub his dick was quite possibly mad. However, before Soldier had started poking his unwanted nose in his business, there had been no obvious hints or any reason to believe Soldier had wanted this kind of attention, especially from him. The fact he hadn’t immediately pinned the man’s attentions showed Spy he had the capacity of discretion. Maybe that was why he sought him out too? After all, secrets were his specialty.
What harm would it really do?
Decisively, Spy removed his hands from Soldier’s, and reached into his jacket for a cigarette. Soldier paused his motions and watched as Spy lit it and breathed it in deeply. He held it before he turned his head to allow a shuddering, thick cloud of smoke and indecision to trickle out of him from behind his teeth. He let out a vocal sigh as calm and resolution finally filled him.
“Fine," he conceded, his manner morphing as fingers traced Soldier's jaw. "Give me that demonstration then.” A gloved thumb moved inward, sliding along Soldier’s bottom lip. “I trust there will be fewer teeth in the act than in your smile, yes?”
Soldier answered Spy with action. He had put firm lips over the thumb and sucked on it obscenely. It made Spy ache. He willed his face to remain ever neutral, but still unable to prevent the flushed skin that burned his hidden ears and neck.
“I will try my best,” Soldier murmured.
Soldier again grabbed the hem of Spy’s smallclothes and pulled the lot to rest on Spy’s thighs. Spy smirked when motions came to a stop while Soldier looked at his bare anatomy for far too long. He chuckled at the delay.
“Anything wrong, Soldat? You were so insistent moments ago,” whispered Spy, flicking his spent cigarette trashily on the ground. Blue eyes met blue again, Soldier’s expression feral. His eyes remained steady and focused on Spy’s own when his lips deftly wrapped around his cock. With far too much ease, he brought it deep down his throat. It was so hard, sudden, and perfect that Spy couldn't stifle a long moan that made Soldier’s eyes crease in joy. When he began to move, Spy could hardly stand for how badly his legs trembled. It was fast, aggressive, and almost more than Spy could take.
Soldier slowed down his movements and alternated between that delicious pressure with lavish swipes of his tongue underneath the base while he took him deep. Spy felt no resistance or telltale signs of gagging in the act and his legs almost buckled when the head of his cock hit the back of his throat before miraculously slipping deeper. The tempo was only broken for Soldier taking a quick breath of air before he was back down his throat again.
It was bliss.
He had known the pleasure of many lovers of different caliber when he was young. Spy had experienced both men and women who were considered masters of such crafts. It was difficult to believe he had found something comparable to those talents in such a mundane place. He looked down at the concentration on Soldier’s face, focusing on the obscene, loud, wet sounds. He felt spittle run down his inner thigh and sighed in awe and appreciation. When was the last time he had his cock sucked so nicely?
Spy craned his neck and watched as Soldier palmed his own erection slowly through his clothing. Spy had always prided himself as a man that gave as good as he received. If he were being truthful, he had always preferred his men strong. Soldier was very qualified in that regard. There was nothing quite like making strong men fall apart and come undone, a pleasure he hadn’t partaken in for a long while. He decided he wanted Soldier completely desperate and needy when he received his turn and, with such skill around his cock, he doubted it would be much longer.
“Stop touching yourself, please. Wait until I’m done, if you can.” His voice was breathy and chopped but it gained Soldier’s pause and attention.
He looked up, brow creased oddly. After a moment he obeyed and the hand on himself was moved to meet the root of Spy’s member where it began an even rhythm. He was not deep in his throat anymore but that firm, tight pressure returned.
“I’m getting close… May I thrust into your mouth?” Spy managed between pants.
He was answered by a large hand grabbing his own where they had set them to rest on the side of his head. Spy smiled before he reached slightly further back and under his helmet in order to grip tightly.
“Merci.”
His hips rocked hard and Soldier’s hand moved to grip Spy’s ass. He felt himself slip deep down his throat again which made him change his thrusts to quick but shallow movements to enjoy the tremble and tightness of his throat. After a short while of this, he heard a small sound from below him and Soldiers nails dug painfully into the globes of his ass.
The cue was more than understood.
Spy pulled out enough to feel Soldier cravenly take in air through his nose and, after a short moment, Soldier shoved his head back down to reset the process. The enthusiasm of his actions made Spy laugh breathily. He had been with lovers with no gag reflex before, but having someone so strong and so big that was wanting and willing to choke on his dick was something new. It made his desperation all the more pronounced, and quickly both hands went to grip Soldier’s head as the thrusts became urgent. Soldier answered by opening himself fully, as wide as Spy was sure the man could. There were no signs of discomfort from the act. The only resistance was an occasional loud, wet sounds where Soldier choked on thrusts that went too deep, the poor man unable to predict when air would be unexpectedly cut off as Spy became frantic.
He was so close.
“Can I come inside your mouth?”
The words came out in English, but with great difficulty. Soldier’s hands pulled him suddenly forward in a hard show of strength. While pulled tight against him, deep down his throat, Soldier swallowed hard. Flesh tightened and contracted around his length, so close it had almost been enough. It was so perverse and was quite easily the best answer to the question any lover had ever given Spy.
“I want you to take a deep breath.”
Soldier looked up, eyes wet and red from the exertion. Spy saw the flair of nostrils and felt a rapid intake of air through his nose and watched him shut his eyes. At that, Spy tilted back Soldier’s head and began to thrust mercilessly downwards into his throat. There had been resistance. He knew he was pushing his teammate too far. The thrusting was pitiless, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He cursed in French as he felt the end come. He had taken too long to reach the edge. Spy was looking down with depraved admiration as Soldiers eyes opened wide, tears involuntarily falling from the choking. Spy couldn't help but smile while the man waited for him so nicely as panic licked at his expression.
“Swallow again for me.”
The contractions were all around him as he came. Spy shouted and cursed as he did so, throwing any amount of propriety that remained within himself out the window. He moaned loudly, his mind full of filth and spite. He hoped the rest of the team heard him. He hoped the team knew he had ruthlessly fucked a man’s mouth in the disgusting communal locker room and Soldier, in spite of the purpling hue of his skin, was still swallowing for him while he did it.
His mind reminded him of Soldier’s need for air. He quickly released his grip from Soldier’s head and pulled out abruptly. Soldier’s held breath came out in a hot desperate torrent. His lips looked almost bruised, and all manners of wet had run down his chin where it collected in beads on the hair of his chest. Spy noticed a small amount of come in the corner of his mouth and smiled at it.
His sentimentality was brief. The room was cold and his skin was wet. He looked down at himself and frowned at how badly creased his slacks had become on his thighs. Spy quickly went to right his clothing while Soldier sat and watched silently, no emotion on his face as he caught his breath. He watched Spy tuck his shirt into his pants before he looked away with conflict on his expression. Timidly, Soldier’s hands went to unbuckle his own belt while he listened to Spy fasten his own. He hardly bothered with moving clothing out of the way, just enough to free his cock from its confines. Immediately and almost violently, Soldier started touching himself.
“Hey. What did I say?”
So engaged with self-pleasure, Soldier hadn’t noticed when Spy knelt in front of him. The smaller man noted how his eyes looked genuinely shocked and filled with confusion. It had been enjoyable to watch as he flushed to his ears and his body tensed, completely unprepared for the warm, smooth hands that ran up the length of his chest and came to rest at his neck. Spy had removed his gloves to touch him, and he fully enjoyed the roughness of hair, and the heat and hardness of his corded, taut muscles.
“I told you to wait, and you had been doing so well,” he teased.
Soldier sat, dick in hand and slightly slack-jawed.
“...you’re not leaving?”
Spy looked to Soldier with a deadpan expression.
“Do you want me gone?”
There was too much of an uncommon fear in his eyes when a hand shot to Spy’s shirt, gripping the cloth tightly as he pulled him closer.
“No.”
“What kind of man would I be if I left you here in want?” Spy smiled, head cocked. He watched as Soldier looked away, silent and taken aback. Spy wasted no time taking advantage of the distraction. He got close, mouth next to his ear. “Particularly when you ‘demonstrated’ so high above standard.” The words were whispered, followed with a firm kiss on the side of Soldier’s trembling throat. “What is it that you like, Soldat? What can I do for you now?”
The iron grip to his shirt was released and a large hand took Spy by the wrist to rest it on his sizable, weeping erection. Spy wasted no time and built a firm and smooth rhythm which enticed a low, shuddering moan from Soldier.
“Is this all you want?” Spy whispered again against his ear. Soldier responded with a curt nod. “I’m surprised you don’t want my mouth,” he chuckled darkly, as he picked up speed. Soldier looked at Spy and there was something akin to pain that glazed his eyes. “After all, I made quite a mess of yours.” Spy glanced over his face to look at the come still there on his mouth.
“Let me at least help clean you up.”
Soldier flinched when Spy leaned in, his tongue lapping at the corner of his mouth for a moment. He gasped when it slowly slipped between his trembling lips, tense and still as Spy tried to engage him into the kiss. He caressed his tongue firmly upon Soldier’s unmoving one. When the action gained nothing but harder breathing, he abandoned the endeavor to gingerly suck on the larger man’s battered tender lips. Heady, confused moans poured from Soldier as Spy worked and both of his hands gripped his shirt once again. No matter what little tricks and moves he attempted, Soldier seemingly refused to reciprocate. Spy pulled away and grinned at his partner’s strange reluctance in spite of his irritation.
“Are you not the kind of man that kisses, Soldat?” Spy asked mockingly. When he felt Soldier’s flesh twitch hard in his hand at his comment he let out a small, breathy chuckle. Soldier let out a deep, guttural growl before he quickly moved to engulf Spy’s mouth with his own. For a second time that day, Spy was surprised at the skill.
The kiss was terrible.
It was awkward, too aggressive, and far too wet. Quickly, it became quite disgusting. His tongue flailed with the finesse of an overly excited virgin trying to impress. Spy tried to lead him as his tongue attempted in vain to reign in Soldier's with hard, even caresses and slower movements. He was too excited and didn’t cow to it.
In the end Spy conceded, grimacing at how much of Soldier’s spit was in his mouth but allowing it all the same. While it was nearly comical how bad the kiss was, Spy endured. It was even somewhat enjoyable due to how much it seemed to affect Soldier. His moans were deep and primal as they were fed into Spy’s mouth. Spy exhaled deeply in relief when Soldier finally broke from it to breathe.
The larger man stared down with unfocused eyes that tried to watch Spy work his flesh. His breathy moans sounded more and more strained. It made Spy move faster for him, which made his hips start hammering up into Spy’s closed fist. He knew he was close. Lips went back to Soldier’s neck where he peppered him with hard kisses and light bites. The noise he made at the action was delightful, but he wanted him louder.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Soldier said nothing, but Spy knew he was listening by the way his breath hitched. “Imagine what my mouth or even my ass would have felt like around your cock… maybe next time I can convince you to ask for more, non?”
Soldier let out a sharp cry at the words. It sounded more pained than pleasurable, which made Spy love it even more. Spy went back to sucking on his neck, determined to milk him of more delicious noise.
“You like thinking about it, don’t you? Me underneath you? You could have had that, you know.” The words had Soldier’s breath harsh between the sounds of forced and pained moans. “Such a pity you hadn’t asked for it, Soldat.”
Soldier’s cock in his hand became harder, his hips nearly rhythmless. His eyes looked into nothing as he reached the precipice. It made Spy feel hot and made him want to be the one that sets him off.
“Soldat, I want to see you come,” the words were said too darkly and Soldier’s unfocused eyes turned towards Spy, his face so lost, brows worried. “Please, show me.”
It was finally enough.
His body pulled tight and a strangled cry rattled through his form as he finally let go. Arms engulfed Spy’s narrow frame into an embrace as he rode out the pleasure noisily. Spy allowed it. It sounded like the man was dying, Spy thought.
How beautiful.
His body felt too hot and far too damp with sweat and exertion, but if it was what the man needed it a simple thing to provide him. His suit was already quite soiled, after all. Even after the small jerks of his hips stop, the arms around Spy still held tight. Spy’s hand went to rub on the small of Soldier’s back.
“Are you alright?”
There was nothing but silence outside of slowed, harsh breath. Spy brushed it off and tried to shift his weight, wincing at the sharp pain in his knee. It seemed he had knelt on the hard, white tile for a bit too long.
“While it’s nice to be held, I must admit to you it’s getting quite uncomfortable to stay on the floor like this.”
He felt the reluctance when Soldier slowly pulled away. He kept his gaze firmly at the ground when Spy slowly stood. He walked awkwardly to the bench he had set his coat on. After a brief rustle of cloth, he produced a handkerchief which Spy lazily used to mop Soldier from his hands and then from his shirt. Looking down, he noticed a button missing from the center of the garment where Soldier had gripped it violently.
“Merde,” he mumbled. He walked back to Soldier and held out the cloth to him. “Here, to clean yourself with. You needn’t return it.”
Soldier took the cloth and sheepishly cleaned the mess from himself before he returned his gaze to the tiled ground. Spy briefly scoped the floor for a bored moment before he loudly sighed. He was sticky, overly hot, and desperately wanted to wash himself. He knew he would come to regret it as his dress shirts were a premium in such a remote location but at the same time he found himself too spent to be bothered in trying to find what was lost.
“If you happen to find a white button before you leave here, please place it in my locker. These shirts are not cheap.”
He looked down to Soldier, a hand going to rest on his shoulder briefly, frowning when he felt the man tense under his touch. He had no desire to leave with this being awkward, and Soldier very much looked almost wounded for God knows what reason. He had partners in the past be ashamed or even regretful after such acts and he didn’t quite know Soldier well enough to know what brewed within him. Perhaps a little boost was in order. It would cost him nothing more than a few kind words. If anything, it would be a nice way to test the waters to see if what they’d done had been a mistake.
“Hey,” Spy whispered. Soldier’s face, uneasy with a look of pallid concern, raised to look at Spy who’s hand drifted from his shoulder to run against his still swollen lips. They still felt fevered and Spy couldn’t help but smile at the fact. If it meant he had another chance to get those clever lips around himself, he was more than willing to inflate the man’s ego a little.
“I want you to know I do not exaggerate where credit is due. You have quite the talented mouth and, while I’m surprised you chose to do so, I am glad you shared it with me.” There was genuine surprise in Soldier’s eyes at his words, which Spy took as a positive sign to continue. “If you desire company again, I would not be impartial. If not, thank you for a most enjoyable break from the tedium of this place.”
Spy bent down and planted one small, lingering kiss on that same corner of his mouth. Perhaps a little too intimate, Spy thought idly before he stood. When he saw a small grin form on Soldier’s face, he didn’t regret it.
“Have a good evening, Soldat.”
Spy quietly left the room and Soldier waited until he could no longer hear the harsh sounds of his shoes reverberating on the plank floors. He got to his hands and knees, searching. He resolved not to leave until the button was found.
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