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Bonjour,
due to a lost bet with the annoying Scout I now have to run this stupid blog. There isn't much to say about me, but if you have questions then go ahead and ask me. Though you should keep in mind I'm a busy man, so don't waste my time.
Have a fine day
- 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝔂
(ooc: this is an ask-the-tf2-spy blog, so feel free to ask any questions and I'll answer them! Everything is allowed, so go nuts.)
Do we like my hear me out cake
Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.
How would you rate your current employment?
Thank you for your co-operation.
@tf2-data-collection-agency
Teufort Census Bureau? Never heard of that before.
But please, if you must know how I'd rate my current employment, I'd give it a 8/10.
The facility is good, my coworkers are... interesting, to say the least, and the pay cannot be critized. Nonetheless, I have to admit: I've had better jobs than this one in the past.
pain means bread in french
AHEM. FRENCHIE!!!!!!!
Uh. Thank you. FOR HELPING ME YESTERDAY. YOU SERVED AMERICA WITH HONOUR, CROUTON. I DID NOT EXPECT SUCH AN ACT OF PATRIOTISM FROM A HIPPIE LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! Keep up the good work, son!!!!!!!! RAAGAGAAAHHGAGH
You're welcome, Soldier.
Whatever would we do without you?
Cw: Rant about Scoutspy
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Elaborate, please.
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Ah, yes. I understand now. Thank you for elaborating.
iicdnnsee furewotkd
It's okay, Soldier. Take your time.
Oh hello croiuton. Ithink i needto see mrdic
Yeah, I think so too. Come on, Solly. I'll escort you to him.
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Elaborate, please.
iicdnnsee furewotkd
It's okay, Soldier. Take your time.
you're not the real spy, an actual french man would never be caught dead admitting he cares about *proper english*!
Non, I simply like correcting people.
And by the way, French is spelled with an uppercase F since it's a nationality.
Whats youre real name? 😙
My name is none of your concern, but you may call me Spy.
Also, there's an apostrophe in "what's" and in this context it is spelled "your". Do they not teach proper English in schools anymore?
Also. Before i hop off of tumblr for abit (im already supost to be on break but this app is my coping mechanism) i hand you an old Spy collage i made
I have a BLU spy one somewhere aswell but its more purple than blue
Mon dieu, c'est magnifique!
(ooc: I'm sorry for the late reply, I didn't get a notification and only now checked my inbox! /srs)
Hey, Spook. How's it goin'? I got a beer or two with yer name on'em, or some whiskey if you prefer, wanna come round? I'll trade ya for a smoko.
- @the-red-sniper
Sure, why not?.. also, I've been doing well the last couple of days, thank you for asking. Winning nearly every match really sparks my joy and satisfaction. And you? How have you been yourself? Still living in that old van?..
Glad to see ya. Here, choose yer poison, I'll go fer whiskey m'self...
Now, yeah, I prefer my van over the base, more peaceful and feels more homey. Also, never had a problem with her, she always takes me where I need to go.
She's old, that's true, but I like'em better my age or older... *takes a gulp of the whiskey with a wink*.
*notices the subtle flirtation, but chooses to ignore it for now*
Right.. There are some things I prefer properly aged too, like a good red wine. But I suppose there isn't any here right now, so I'll take the whiskey as well..
*takes a few sips of the whiskey, hoping he won't catch the slight tremble of nervousness in my hand*
I used to hate wine when I was younger, now I quite like it, with good game it's a treat.
*Sniper notices the nervousness in his hand.*
I swear I didn't poison it, eh? *He jokes.* Or maybe you need a cig?
*chuckles*
A cig would be great, yes. My body's been longing for one since Soldier stole all of mine, that bastard..
I trust you, by the way. With the poison, I mean. You have been such a wonderful colleague, I don't even want the contract to end. Don't want to... part our ways again..
*Sniper's eyes widen in surprise. But then he smiles, mellow and puts a gentle and warm hand on Spy's shoulder.*
What're you thinkin' in that fancy head of yours, that I'd wanna leave my Spook to go stab other backs? Or be a pain on anyone else's neck? Tss, c'mon, y'know me better than that.
*Sniper pulls Spy into a hug and whispers in his ear, low and gravelly, like a growl.*
My pack of cigs is still where I used to put it, grab some and let's smoke, yeah?
*He knows Spy had seen Sniper pull a pack from his back pocket a million times.*
*scoffs and mumbles*
You're ridiculous..
*Spy slowly reaches for the pack in his back pocket while looking away from Sniper to distract himself*
Absolutely ridiculous..
*takes the pack and pulls it out*
I might be ridiculous, you're right...
*He pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights up the cigarette for Spy.*
But you'll never catch me bein' ridiculous as you call it with anyone else.
*He lights the second one for himself and takes a drag.*
Also, you ain't too bad yerself, eh? Or did the hug make you forget to be the arrogant prick here?
*Sniper teases, just to bring back the old balance of insults, and make Spy a bit more comfortable.*
Arrogant prick? Me? I am the most selfless gentleman there is!.. okay, perhaps I am a little arrogant.. but at least I don't live in a dirty car and got actual houses!..
*Spy fixes the collar of his suit to get his point of living in luxury better across and takes a drag of the cigarette, sighing contently at the familiar taste*
Well then, sounds like you gotta show me at least one of these fancy houses you got, eh?
*Sniper takes a step towards Spy. He towers him, being taller than him, and he growls low.*
Awfully arrogant of you to think you can get me to like a house better than my van, but I'm a good player. If you manage to do it, call me the "tamed Bushman"...!
*He winks at Spy and downs more of the whiskey, his eyes never leaving Spy's....*
*Spy stares Sniper's promiment canines as he talks and grabs the collar of his shirt to pull him just a little closer*
And what if I prefer my bushmen untamed?~
Then, well you're a lucky Spook, city boy.
*Sniper licks his lips like a wolf looking at his dinner. He bends his head down to look down at Spy right above his own sunglasses.*
Y'know me, I'm as feral as they come, eh? Maybe I can show you the untamed Bushman, if ya push my buttons right, eh?
*Spy takes another drag of the cigarette and challengingly blows the smoke into Sniper's face before letting it fall to the ground and go out*
Show me which buttons..
Nuh-uh... *Sniper steals Spy's cigarette and takes a drag of it.* You gotta figure that out for yourself.
*Sniper gently takes Spy's chin between his index and thumb.*
Take a risk for me, gorgeous...
Want me to experiment, huh?..
*Spy puts his hands on either side of Sniper's face, running his thumbs over the light stubble*
How about I play a little more with the fire before it consumes my body whole?
*He leans closer, whispering lowly into the Australian's ear,* Drop a little gasoline in it?
*and kisses the bushman right on his cheekbone*
*Sniper growls, half of him wants this teasing to never end, the other half wants to jump on Spy. But he is a patient man, so the first half wins... for now. He puts his hands on Spy's sides, slides them to his waist and pulls him flush against himself.*
That's it, you beaut', rile me up good...
*His hands holds Spy's waist possessively and he bends his head down to brush his nose against Spy's.*
You smell so bloody good...
*He closes his eyes for a second, enjoying the wamrth of Spy's body against his.*
*Spy chuckles lightly and mumbles*
And you reek, bushman..
*He continues with the kisses, slowly moving towards his ear and then down to his neck*
But I don't really mind, I like it...
*Sniper smiles with his eyes closed. He waits for Spy to take a break and opens his eyes. He takes his delicate, gloved hand in his larger, rougher one.*
We need to go.
*This contract has them use a motel room which of course Spy upgraded to a proper hotel suite. Sniper leads him back there and as soon as they are both in and the door closed, he turns to Spy and cages him against the nearest wall, splaying his hands flat left and right from Spy's face on the wall and he goes to his ear.*
My turn...
*Sniper goes to Spy's cheek, on the mask and trails down to where the mask ends around Spy's mouth, his kisses are light, delicate; not that he doesn't want to ravage Spy right then and there, but he wants to show his a softer side, before his instincts get the better of him. Eventually, he presses a kiss to Spy's lips, chaste and soft, and raises his eyes to Spy, waiting for his reaction...*
*Spy cups Sniper's cheeks in his hands and kisses him back, as soft and delicate as Sniper's been kissing him to preserve the gentle moment for a bit, before moving his right hand towards the bottom hem of Sniper's shirt, the left remaining on his face*
Take it off..
*Sniper smirks.*
Only if you let me take that stupidly sexy tie off of yer neck...
*Sniper's hand push Spy's jacket off of his shoulders and his hands now paw at his white shirt, trying to map the skin it hides through the fabric.*
*Spy sighs contently with a light shudder, missing the touch of another man*
Mon dieu.. it's been too long since I've been touched like this.. I missed it..
*Spy kisses Sniper's cheek softly*
*Sniper can't say how much he relates to this, the long streak of solitude, or it would kill the mood. Instead, after removing his poloshirt, he gently undoes and pulls Spy's tie from around his neck and pulls his frame closer to himself. He is hugging him, not like a friend or family, but rather, like salvation. His entire body is stuck to Spy's, he has one hand on the back of Spy's head, on the mask, and the other is on the small of his back, pulling him almost possessively. His lips are naturally right next to Spy's ear.*
Let me be good to you. Please.
*He doesn't want to sound as if he begging, but there definitely is a bit of that in his tone. He can't tell Spy how many time he had dreamt of this, how many silly movies he had directed and played in, in his mind, at night, alone; or how many times even just crossing Spy's beautiful eyes seized Sniper beautifully, with a particular heat coiling inside himself.*
Please, Spy.
*Spy gasps and hugs him back. He didn't expect Sniper to have a soft side and is unsure what to do. In an attempt to calm Sniper down from his emotional height he whispers back into his ear*
I've been wanting this for so long, bushman.. every time I saw you stalking your enemy with your scope, every time I caught you getting a beer for the night, every time I watched you go to your van.. all I wanted was to hold you.. and never let go..
I need you, jar man.. now more than ever..
*Sniper closes his eyes and gulps down audibly.*
Same for me, Spook.
*He relaxes the hug just enough to gently push his nose against Spy's and brush it sensually.*
You have no idea how many times I thought about this... And how many times I thought I was goin' mad...
*He is smiling, his insides are burning and he wants more of that sweet molten lava in his stomach.*
You're so pretty and perfect.
*He whispers it. It feels odd, unnatural, to pay compliments to a coworker, another man, another paid killer. With sheilas, it's easy, Sniper just gotta repeat whatever he remembers from a movie. With Spy, it's different. The words come drumming to him from another place, somewhere in his chest.*
*He sighs again and looked away. The last statement of Sniper simply wasn't true in Spy's mind. He considered himself to be pretty, yes, but he was far from being perfect. His past still haunts him and it's slowly devouring his sanity until there's only a cold, emotionless shell of a man left.*
Sniper, I-..
*He stops. His mind is drowned in thoughts and worry and he needs a second to formulate his needs*
.. Make me forget, Mick. Make me forget everything I've done and bring light into the darkness that swallowed me..
You stupidly handsome idiot...
*Sniper chuckles and cups Spy's cheeks.*
If you didn't have that darkness in you, you wouldn't be perfect for me. If you didn't do whatever you did that makes you feel pain now, you wouldn't be the Spook I need.
*He brushes his thumbs on Spy's cheeks.*
You think I've never done things I regret? You think I don't live everyday carryin' regret and remorse on my back...? Spook, my back ain't hunched cause the rifle's heavy, it's because of these things...!
*He speaks sofly and smiles at Spy, holdong his face as he would a kitten that came to him by chance on the side of the road of his life.*
Spook, you're perfect for me. For me.
*Sniper insists.*
Another bloke might not like the arrogant, stubborn, fancy, filthy rich bloke you are. And y'know what? Good. Good for me, cause I like all that nonesense of yours, the cigs, the perfume, the suits and ties. All of it that makes you you.
You don't have to see yerself as perfect for me to see you as perfect.
*Sniper frowns then scoffs.*
I'm not sure I'm very clear but, it makes sense to me, you get it?
Also, this ain't fair... Y'know my name but I don't know yours, eh? That's fine, I won't tell you my favourite colour then.
*He gently kisses Spy's cheek on his mask. That last comment was just to show Spy that Mick doesn't mind if Spy has his secret garden. Everyone needs one.*
*Spy stands there, dumbstruck by Sniper's words. The world seems to stop spinning and his breath holds for a moment.*
Jacques..
*He moves his glance back to the assassin as he realizes he doesn't want stupid secrets to create a brick wall between them.*
My name's Jacques..
*Sniper's eyebrows jump. He didn't expect Spy to give him his name just like that. But he smiles, his hands still on Spy's slim cheeks, brushing his thumbs on them.*
Well, Jacques, you got a beautiful name... But it still feels unfair, eh? You give me your name but I have nothing to give ya back if you already know mine. Hm...
Maybe this'll do...?
*Mundy gently pulls Jacques's face to his and pushes his lips on him. He stays there for a while, making sure to keep Jacques's upper lip between his own. When he withdraws from the kiss, he kisses a trail to Jacques's ear and whispers.*
I got you now, you're safe.
*Mick holds Jacques against him, he takes long, deep breaths where his ribcage inflates and deflates while never losing contact with Jacques's.*
I got you, baby.
*Spy hugs Sniper and rests his face in the crook of his neck, letting himself be held.*
Thank you, bushman.. for all of this.. I needed it..
*He sighs contently and closes his eyes tiredly*
It's nothin'.
*Sniper holds him close and gently brushes his back to comfort him.*
I'm just bein' as good a pain in your neck as your mine, eh?
*He jokes and gently scratches the back of Spy's head on the mask, to soothe him while smiling.*
I'm exhausted with all this nothin' we've been doin', what d'ya say to some good old stayin' in bed, watchin' that TV they got in this hotel and cuddlin', eh? I'll let you choose whatever you wanna watch.
*Spy chuckles at the idea*
Sure, let's watch The Spy Came in from the Cold.. it's my favourite..
*He smiles warmly at the Australian and let himself be led to the bed*
C'mere, then, darl'.
*Sniper climbs on the bed. He sits with his back against the bed head and opens his legs, holdings his hands out to get Spy to sit in between them. He grabs the remote and switches the TV on.*
We'll watch that, then.
*Wehn Spy is settled between Sniper's legs, the Aussie wraps his arms around him and holds him close, with his lips silently kissing his head from time to time.*
*Spy sighs contently at the few kisses and caresses Sniper's arms, brushing soft circles onto his skin*
*But not even halfway through the movie he closes his eyes and begins to snore lightly*
Hey, Spook. How's it goin'? I got a beer or two with yer name on'em, or some whiskey if you prefer, wanna come round? I'll trade ya for a smoko.
- @the-red-sniper
Sure, why not?.. also, I've been doing well the last couple of days, thank you for asking. Winning nearly every match really sparks my joy and satisfaction. And you? How have you been yourself? Still living in that old van?..
Glad to see ya. Here, choose yer poison, I'll go fer whiskey m'self...
Now, yeah, I prefer my van over the base, more peaceful and feels more homey. Also, never had a problem with her, she always takes me where I need to go.
She's old, that's true, but I like'em better my age or older... *takes a gulp of the whiskey with a wink*.
*notices the subtle flirtation, but chooses to ignore it for now*
Right.. There are some things I prefer properly aged too, like a good red wine. But I suppose there isn't any here right now, so I'll take the whiskey as well..
*takes a few sips of the whiskey, hoping he won't catch the slight tremble of nervousness in my hand*
I used to hate wine when I was younger, now I quite like it, with good game it's a treat.
*Sniper notices the nervousness in his hand.*
I swear I didn't poison it, eh? *He jokes.* Or maybe you need a cig?
*chuckles*
A cig would be great, yes. My body's been longing for one since Soldier stole all of mine, that bastard..
I trust you, by the way. With the poison, I mean. You have been such a wonderful colleague, I don't even want the contract to end. Don't want to... part our ways again..
*Sniper's eyes widen in surprise. But then he smiles, mellow and puts a gentle and warm hand on Spy's shoulder.*
What're you thinkin' in that fancy head of yours, that I'd wanna leave my Spook to go stab other backs? Or be a pain on anyone else's neck? Tss, c'mon, y'know me better than that.
*Sniper pulls Spy into a hug and whispers in his ear, low and gravelly, like a growl.*
My pack of cigs is still where I used to put it, grab some and let's smoke, yeah?
*He knows Spy had seen Sniper pull a pack from his back pocket a million times.*
*scoffs and mumbles*
You're ridiculous..
*Spy slowly reaches for the pack in his back pocket while looking away from Sniper to distract himself*
Absolutely ridiculous..
*takes the pack and pulls it out*
I might be ridiculous, you're right...
*He pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights up the cigarette for Spy.*
But you'll never catch me bein' ridiculous as you call it with anyone else.
*He lights the second one for himself and takes a drag.*
Also, you ain't too bad yerself, eh? Or did the hug make you forget to be the arrogant prick here?
*Sniper teases, just to bring back the old balance of insults, and make Spy a bit more comfortable.*
Arrogant prick? Me? I am the most selfless gentleman there is!.. okay, perhaps I am a little arrogant.. but at least I don't live in a dirty car and got actual houses!..
*Spy fixes the collar of his suit to get his point of living in luxury better across and takes a drag of the cigarette, sighing contently at the familiar taste*
Well then, sounds like you gotta show me at least one of these fancy houses you got, eh?
*Sniper takes a step towards Spy. He towers him, being taller than him, and he growls low.*
Awfully arrogant of you to think you can get me to like a house better than my van, but I'm a good player. If you manage to do it, call me the "tamed Bushman"...!
*He winks at Spy and downs more of the whiskey, his eyes never leaving Spy's....*
*Spy stares Sniper's promiment canines as he talks and grabs the collar of his shirt to pull him just a little closer*
And what if I prefer my bushmen untamed?~
Then, well you're a lucky Spook, city boy.
*Sniper licks his lips like a wolf looking at his dinner. He bends his head down to look down at Spy right above his own sunglasses.*
Y'know me, I'm as feral as they come, eh? Maybe I can show you the untamed Bushman, if ya push my buttons right, eh?
*Spy takes another drag of the cigarette and challengingly blows the smoke into Sniper's face before letting it fall to the ground and go out*
Show me which buttons..
Nuh-uh... *Sniper steals Spy's cigarette and takes a drag of it.* You gotta figure that out for yourself.
*Sniper gently takes Spy's chin between his index and thumb.*
Take a risk for me, gorgeous...
Want me to experiment, huh?..
*Spy puts his hands on either side of Sniper's face, running his thumbs over the light stubble*
How about I play a little more with the fire before it consumes my body whole?
*He leans closer, whispering lowly into the Australian's ear,* Drop a little gasoline in it?
*and kisses the bushman right on his cheekbone*
*Sniper growls, half of him wants this teasing to never end, the other half wants to jump on Spy. But he is a patient man, so the first half wins... for now. He puts his hands on Spy's sides, slides them to his waist and pulls him flush against himself.*
That's it, you beaut', rile me up good...
*His hands holds Spy's waist possessively and he bends his head down to brush his nose against Spy's.*
You smell so bloody good...
*He closes his eyes for a second, enjoying the wamrth of Spy's body against his.*
*Spy chuckles lightly and mumbles*
And you reek, bushman..
*He continues with the kisses, slowly moving towards his ear and then down to his neck*
But I don't really mind, I like it...
*Sniper smiles with his eyes closed. He waits for Spy to take a break and opens his eyes. He takes his delicate, gloved hand in his larger, rougher one.*
We need to go.
*This contract has them use a motel room which of course Spy upgraded to a proper hotel suite. Sniper leads him back there and as soon as they are both in and the door closed, he turns to Spy and cages him against the nearest wall, splaying his hands flat left and right from Spy's face on the wall and he goes to his ear.*
My turn...
*Sniper goes to Spy's cheek, on the mask and trails down to where the mask ends around Spy's mouth, his kisses are light, delicate; not that he doesn't want to ravage Spy right then and there, but he wants to show his a softer side, before his instincts get the better of him. Eventually, he presses a kiss to Spy's lips, chaste and soft, and raises his eyes to Spy, waiting for his reaction...*
*Spy cups Sniper's cheeks in his hands and kisses him back, as soft and delicate as Sniper's been kissing him to preserve the gentle moment for a bit, before moving his right hand towards the bottom hem of Sniper's shirt, the left remaining on his face*
Take it off..
*Sniper smirks.*
Only if you let me take that stupidly sexy tie off of yer neck...
*Sniper's hand push Spy's jacket off of his shoulders and his hands now paw at his white shirt, trying to map the skin it hides through the fabric.*
*Spy sighs contently with a light shudder, missing the touch of another man*
Mon dieu.. it's been too long since I've been touched like this.. I missed it..
*Spy kisses Sniper's cheek softly*
*Sniper can't say how much he relates to this, the long streak of solitude, or it would kill the mood. Instead, after removing his poloshirt, he gently undoes and pulls Spy's tie from around his neck and pulls his frame closer to himself. He is hugging him, not like a friend or family, but rather, like salvation. His entire body is stuck to Spy's, he has one hand on the back of Spy's head, on the mask, and the other is on the small of his back, pulling him almost possessively. His lips are naturally right next to Spy's ear.*
Let me be good to you. Please.
*He doesn't want to sound as if he begging, but there definitely is a bit of that in his tone. He can't tell Spy how many time he had dreamt of this, how many silly movies he had directed and played in, in his mind, at night, alone; or how many times even just crossing Spy's beautiful eyes seized Sniper beautifully, with a particular heat coiling inside himself.*
Please, Spy.
*Spy gasps and hugs him back. He didn't expect Sniper to have a soft side and is unsure what to do. In an attempt to calm Sniper down from his emotional height he whispers back into his ear*
I've been wanting this for so long, bushman.. every time I saw you stalking your enemy with your scope, every time I caught you getting a beer for the night, every time I watched you go to your van.. all I wanted was to hold you.. and never let go..
I need you, jar man.. now more than ever..
*Sniper closes his eyes and gulps down audibly.*
Same for me, Spook.
*He relaxes the hug just enough to gently push his nose against Spy's and brush it sensually.*
You have no idea how many times I thought about this... And how many times I thought I was goin' mad...
*He is smiling, his insides are burning and he wants more of that sweet molten lava in his stomach.*
You're so pretty and perfect.
*He whispers it. It feels odd, unnatural, to pay compliments to a coworker, another man, another paid killer. With sheilas, it's easy, Sniper just gotta repeat whatever he remembers from a movie. With Spy, it's different. The words come drumming to him from another place, somewhere in his chest.*
*He sighs again and looked away. The last statement of Sniper simply wasn't true in Spy's mind. He considered himself to be pretty, yes, but he was far from being perfect. His past still haunts him and it's slowly devouring his sanity until there's only a cold, emotionless shell of a man left.*
Sniper, I-..
*He stops. His mind is drowned in thoughts and worry and he needs a second to formulate his needs*
.. Make me forget, Mick. Make me forget everything I've done and bring light into the darkness that swallowed me..
You stupidly handsome idiot...
*Sniper chuckles and cups Spy's cheeks.*
If you didn't have that darkness in you, you wouldn't be perfect for me. If you didn't do whatever you did that makes you feel pain now, you wouldn't be the Spook I need.
*He brushes his thumbs on Spy's cheeks.*
You think I've never done things I regret? You think I don't live everyday carryin' regret and remorse on my back...? Spook, my back ain't hunched cause the rifle's heavy, it's because of these things...!
*He speaks sofly and smiles at Spy, holdong his face as he would a kitten that came to him by chance on the side of the road of his life.*
Spook, you're perfect for me. For me.
*Sniper insists.*
Another bloke might not like the arrogant, stubborn, fancy, filthy rich bloke you are. And y'know what? Good. Good for me, cause I like all that nonesense of yours, the cigs, the perfume, the suits and ties. All of it that makes you you.
You don't have to see yerself as perfect for me to see you as perfect.
*Sniper frowns then scoffs.*
I'm not sure I'm very clear but, it makes sense to me, you get it?
Also, this ain't fair... Y'know my name but I don't know yours, eh? That's fine, I won't tell you my favourite colour then.
*He gently kisses Spy's cheek on his mask. That last comment was just to show Spy that Mick doesn't mind if Spy has his secret garden. Everyone needs one.*
*Spy stands there, dumbstruck by Sniper's words. The world seems to stop spinning and his breath holds for a moment.*
Jacques..
*He moves his glance back to the assassin as he realizes he doesn't want stupid secrets to create a brick wall between them.*
My name's Jacques..
*Sniper's eyebrows jump. He didn't expect Spy to give him his name just like that. But he smiles, his hands still on Spy's slim cheeks, brushing his thumbs on them.*
Well, Jacques, you got a beautiful name... But it still feels unfair, eh? You give me your name but I have nothing to give ya back if you already know mine. Hm...
Maybe this'll do...?
*Mundy gently pulls Jacques's face to his and pushes his lips on him. He stays there for a while, making sure to keep Jacques's upper lip between his own. When he withdraws from the kiss, he kisses a trail to Jacques's ear and whispers.*
I got you now, you're safe.
*Mick holds Jacques against him, he takes long, deep breaths where his ribcage inflates and deflates while never losing contact with Jacques's.*
I got you, baby.
*Spy hugs Sniper and rests his face in the crook of his neck, letting himself be held.*
Thank you, bushman.. for all of this.. I needed it..
*He sighs contently and closes his eyes tiredly*
It's nothin'.
*Sniper holds him close and gently brushes his back to comfort him.*
I'm just bein' as good a pain in your neck as your mine, eh?
*He jokes and gently scratches the back of Spy's head on the mask, to soothe him while smiling.*
I'm exhausted with all this nothin' we've been doin', what d'ya say to some good old stayin' in bed, watchin' that TV they got in this hotel and cuddlin', eh? I'll let you choose whatever you wanna watch.
*Spy chuckles at the idea*
Sure, let's watch The Spy Came in from the Cold.. it's my favourite..
*He smiles warmly at the Australian and let himself be led to the bed*
Hey, Spook. How's it goin'? I got a beer or two with yer name on'em, or some whiskey if you prefer, wanna come round? I'll trade ya for a smoko.
- @the-red-sniper
Sure, why not?.. also, I've been doing well the last couple of days, thank you for asking. Winning nearly every match really sparks my joy and satisfaction. And you? How have you been yourself? Still living in that old van?..
Glad to see ya. Here, choose yer poison, I'll go fer whiskey m'self...
Now, yeah, I prefer my van over the base, more peaceful and feels more homey. Also, never had a problem with her, she always takes me where I need to go.
She's old, that's true, but I like'em better my age or older... *takes a gulp of the whiskey with a wink*.
*notices the subtle flirtation, but chooses to ignore it for now*
Right.. There are some things I prefer properly aged too, like a good red wine. But I suppose there isn't any here right now, so I'll take the whiskey as well..
*takes a few sips of the whiskey, hoping he won't catch the slight tremble of nervousness in my hand*
I used to hate wine when I was younger, now I quite like it, with good game it's a treat.
*Sniper notices the nervousness in his hand.*
I swear I didn't poison it, eh? *He jokes.* Or maybe you need a cig?
*chuckles*
A cig would be great, yes. My body's been longing for one since Soldier stole all of mine, that bastard..
I trust you, by the way. With the poison, I mean. You have been such a wonderful colleague, I don't even want the contract to end. Don't want to... part our ways again..
*Sniper's eyes widen in surprise. But then he smiles, mellow and puts a gentle and warm hand on Spy's shoulder.*
What're you thinkin' in that fancy head of yours, that I'd wanna leave my Spook to go stab other backs? Or be a pain on anyone else's neck? Tss, c'mon, y'know me better than that.
*Sniper pulls Spy into a hug and whispers in his ear, low and gravelly, like a growl.*
My pack of cigs is still where I used to put it, grab some and let's smoke, yeah?
*He knows Spy had seen Sniper pull a pack from his back pocket a million times.*
*scoffs and mumbles*
You're ridiculous..
*Spy slowly reaches for the pack in his back pocket while looking away from Sniper to distract himself*
Absolutely ridiculous..
*takes the pack and pulls it out*
I might be ridiculous, you're right...
*He pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights up the cigarette for Spy.*
But you'll never catch me bein' ridiculous as you call it with anyone else.
*He lights the second one for himself and takes a drag.*
Also, you ain't too bad yerself, eh? Or did the hug make you forget to be the arrogant prick here?
*Sniper teases, just to bring back the old balance of insults, and make Spy a bit more comfortable.*
Arrogant prick? Me? I am the most selfless gentleman there is!.. okay, perhaps I am a little arrogant.. but at least I don't live in a dirty car and got actual houses!..
*Spy fixes the collar of his suit to get his point of living in luxury better across and takes a drag of the cigarette, sighing contently at the familiar taste*
Well then, sounds like you gotta show me at least one of these fancy houses you got, eh?
*Sniper takes a step towards Spy. He towers him, being taller than him, and he growls low.*
Awfully arrogant of you to think you can get me to like a house better than my van, but I'm a good player. If you manage to do it, call me the "tamed Bushman"...!
*He winks at Spy and downs more of the whiskey, his eyes never leaving Spy's....*
*Spy stares Sniper's promiment canines as he talks and grabs the collar of his shirt to pull him just a little closer*
And what if I prefer my bushmen untamed?~
Then, well you're a lucky Spook, city boy.
*Sniper licks his lips like a wolf looking at his dinner. He bends his head down to look down at Spy right above his own sunglasses.*
Y'know me, I'm as feral as they come, eh? Maybe I can show you the untamed Bushman, if ya push my buttons right, eh?
*Spy takes another drag of the cigarette and challengingly blows the smoke into Sniper's face before letting it fall to the ground and go out*
Show me which buttons..
Nuh-uh... *Sniper steals Spy's cigarette and takes a drag of it.* You gotta figure that out for yourself.
*Sniper gently takes Spy's chin between his index and thumb.*
Take a risk for me, gorgeous...
Want me to experiment, huh?..
*Spy puts his hands on either side of Sniper's face, running his thumbs over the light stubble*
How about I play a little more with the fire before it consumes my body whole?
*He leans closer, whispering lowly into the Australian's ear,* Drop a little gasoline in it?
*and kisses the bushman right on his cheekbone*
*Sniper growls, half of him wants this teasing to never end, the other half wants to jump on Spy. But he is a patient man, so the first half wins... for now. He puts his hands on Spy's sides, slides them to his waist and pulls him flush against himself.*
That's it, you beaut', rile me up good...
*His hands holds Spy's waist possessively and he bends his head down to brush his nose against Spy's.*
You smell so bloody good...
*He closes his eyes for a second, enjoying the wamrth of Spy's body against his.*
*Spy chuckles lightly and mumbles*
And you reek, bushman..
*He continues with the kisses, slowly moving towards his ear and then down to his neck*
But I don't really mind, I like it...
*Sniper smiles with his eyes closed. He waits for Spy to take a break and opens his eyes. He takes his delicate, gloved hand in his larger, rougher one.*
We need to go.
*This contract has them use a motel room which of course Spy upgraded to a proper hotel suite. Sniper leads him back there and as soon as they are both in and the door closed, he turns to Spy and cages him against the nearest wall, splaying his hands flat left and right from Spy's face on the wall and he goes to his ear.*
My turn...
*Sniper goes to Spy's cheek, on the mask and trails down to where the mask ends around Spy's mouth, his kisses are light, delicate; not that he doesn't want to ravage Spy right then and there, but he wants to show his a softer side, before his instincts get the better of him. Eventually, he presses a kiss to Spy's lips, chaste and soft, and raises his eyes to Spy, waiting for his reaction...*
*Spy cups Sniper's cheeks in his hands and kisses him back, as soft and delicate as Sniper's been kissing him to preserve the gentle moment for a bit, before moving his right hand towards the bottom hem of Sniper's shirt, the left remaining on his face*
Take it off..
*Sniper smirks.*
Only if you let me take that stupidly sexy tie off of yer neck...
*Sniper's hand push Spy's jacket off of his shoulders and his hands now paw at his white shirt, trying to map the skin it hides through the fabric.*
*Spy sighs contently with a light shudder, missing the touch of another man*
Mon dieu.. it's been too long since I've been touched like this.. I missed it..
*Spy kisses Sniper's cheek softly*
*Sniper can't say how much he relates to this, the long streak of solitude, or it would kill the mood. Instead, after removing his poloshirt, he gently undoes and pulls Spy's tie from around his neck and pulls his frame closer to himself. He is hugging him, not like a friend or family, but rather, like salvation. His entire body is stuck to Spy's, he has one hand on the back of Spy's head, on the mask, and the other is on the small of his back, pulling him almost possessively. His lips are naturally right next to Spy's ear.*
Let me be good to you. Please.
*He doesn't want to sound as if he begging, but there definitely is a bit of that in his tone. He can't tell Spy how many time he had dreamt of this, how many silly movies he had directed and played in, in his mind, at night, alone; or how many times even just crossing Spy's beautiful eyes seized Sniper beautifully, with a particular heat coiling inside himself.*
Please, Spy.
*Spy gasps and hugs him back. He didn't expect Sniper to have a soft side and is unsure what to do. In an attempt to calm Sniper down from his emotional height he whispers back into his ear*
I've been wanting this for so long, bushman.. every time I saw you stalking your enemy with your scope, every time I caught you getting a beer for the night, every time I watched you go to your van.. all I wanted was to hold you.. and never let go..
I need you, jar man.. now more than ever..
*Sniper closes his eyes and gulps down audibly.*
Same for me, Spook.
*He relaxes the hug just enough to gently push his nose against Spy's and brush it sensually.*
You have no idea how many times I thought about this... And how many times I thought I was goin' mad...
*He is smiling, his insides are burning and he wants more of that sweet molten lava in his stomach.*
You're so pretty and perfect.
*He whispers it. It feels odd, unnatural, to pay compliments to a coworker, another man, another paid killer. With sheilas, it's easy, Sniper just gotta repeat whatever he remembers from a movie. With Spy, it's different. The words come drumming to him from another place, somewhere in his chest.*
*He sighs again and looked away. The last statement of Sniper simply wasn't true in Spy's mind. He considered himself to be pretty, yes, but he was far from being perfect. His past still haunts him and it's slowly devouring his sanity until there's only a cold, emotionless shell of a man left.*
Sniper, I-..
*He stops. His mind is drowned in thoughts and worry and he needs a second to formulate his needs*
.. Make me forget, Mick. Make me forget everything I've done and bring light into the darkness that swallowed me..
You stupidly handsome idiot...
*Sniper chuckles and cups Spy's cheeks.*
If you didn't have that darkness in you, you wouldn't be perfect for me. If you didn't do whatever you did that makes you feel pain now, you wouldn't be the Spook I need.
*He brushes his thumbs on Spy's cheeks.*
You think I've never done things I regret? You think I don't live everyday carryin' regret and remorse on my back...? Spook, my back ain't hunched cause the rifle's heavy, it's because of these things...!
*He speaks sofly and smiles at Spy, holdong his face as he would a kitten that came to him by chance on the side of the road of his life.*
Spook, you're perfect for me. For me.
*Sniper insists.*
Another bloke might not like the arrogant, stubborn, fancy, filthy rich bloke you are. And y'know what? Good. Good for me, cause I like all that nonesense of yours, the cigs, the perfume, the suits and ties. All of it that makes you you.
You don't have to see yerself as perfect for me to see you as perfect.
*Sniper frowns then scoffs.*
I'm not sure I'm very clear but, it makes sense to me, you get it?
Also, this ain't fair... Y'know my name but I don't know yours, eh? That's fine, I won't tell you my favourite colour then.
*He gently kisses Spy's cheek on his mask. That last comment was just to show Spy that Mick doesn't mind if Spy has his secret garden. Everyone needs one.*
*Spy stands there, dumbstruck by Sniper's words. The world seems to stop spinning and his breath holds for a moment.*
Jacques..
*He moves his glance back to the assassin as he realizes he doesn't want stupid secrets to create a brick wall between them.*
My name's Jacques..
*Sniper's eyebrows jump. He didn't expect Spy to give him his name just like that. But he smiles, his hands still on Spy's slim cheeks, brushing his thumbs on them.*
Well, Jacques, you got a beautiful name... But it still feels unfair, eh? You give me your name but I have nothing to give ya back if you already know mine. Hm...
Maybe this'll do...?
*Mundy gently pulls Jacques's face to his and pushes his lips on him. He stays there for a while, making sure to keep Jacques's upper lip between his own. When he withdraws from the kiss, he kisses a trail to Jacques's ear and whispers.*
I got you now, you're safe.
*Mick holds Jacques against him, he takes long, deep breaths where his ribcage inflates and deflates while never losing contact with Jacques's.*
I got you, baby.
*Spy hugs Sniper and rests his face in the crook of his neck, letting himself be held.*
Thank you, bushman.. for all of this.. I needed it..
*He sighs contently and closes his eyes tiredly*
