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The poor lad was just too easy to get worked up. A little fondling, and a bit of pushing him around, and he was raring to go. Sniper wondered if he was this eager with everyone, or just with him.
Sniper manhandled Scout, turning him around and pulling Scout's hips backwards to make him bend over. Scout caught himself, fingers splayed against the wall, his ass pressed against Sniper's hard on. He looked so pretty this way, looking back over his shoulder at Sniper, flushed and anticipatory. Sniper nosed at the back of Scout's neck, breathing in the scent of his hair, overgrown and shaggy.
“What- what do you want from me?” Scout’s voice was wrecked.
“Everything.” Sniper said it easily. His hands were already under Scout's shirt, teasing.
“You don't know me.”
“I know you,” he muttered against Scout's ear. Sniper unbuttoned the front of Scout's pants, then hooked his thumbs around the waistband and carefully tugged them down. His perfect ass peeked out from under the thick cloth. Sniper indulged himself in caressing and massaging it with both hands.
Scout’s body was coiled tightly, unsure where to direct his pent up energy. Sniper used his strong fingers to sensually massage down Scout's shoulder muscle.
“I know how you fight, how you run,” Sniper said. “You could run right about now. Why don't you?”
He reached into his pocket, hastily popping the cap off a small tube of lubricant. He let it messily coat his fingers, and started working Scout open, scissoring his fingers. “I know when you've had an argument with your spook, you get real jittery, don't ya? And you try to take it out on me,” he continued, conversationally, as if he wasn't so hard that he was aching.
“You can never sit still… always fiddlin’, or playin’ catch by yourself. And I know how you want it,” Sniper murmured. “You want me to own you, fuck you senseless. Make it hurt.”
Scout just whimpered. Sniper could feel every twitch around his fingers as he curled them. Scout’s back started to arch into Sniper's touch, hips rocking back.
“Can't do that tonight, darl’,” Sniper said, borderline apologetic. He had one hand holding Scout's hip in place. He felt Scout seize his wrist just as he began to line himself up. Whether it was to stop him or for comfort, Sniper couldn't tell, so he just waited. Scout's grip was tight. Scout finally tugged Sniper's hand in between his slender legs. Sniper obliged his silent request, wrapping his long fingers around Scout's dick, giving him a few teasing strokes. He marveled at how quickly Scout gave in to his urges at his hand.
Sniper snuck in a kiss, right where Scout's neck met his shoulder. He noticed how Scout's face flinched away, even as his body melted into the touch. Scout was a complicated case, that was for sure.
Sniper played with him for a little longer, watching Scout's eyes become half-lidded. The more he watched, the more he wanted. Sniper could take him right here, and God did he want to. Would that be enough?
He kissed Scout's neck again, waiting for his reaction. He didn't flinch this time.
Sniper withdrew from touching Scout altogether.
“Get on the bed,” Sniper said.
He let Scout agonize over the command, his pretty eyes darting to and from the bed. He could run, if he wanted to. If.
Call him sick in the head- Sniper liked watching Scout mentally wrestle with himself. Each step, trying to act like it was nothing, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Everything, off.”
Scout was uncharacteristically quiet. He kicked off his shoes, then looked like he might protest. But he didn't, stripping his shirt off, petulant. He almost looked shy, looking away until he couldn't help but check if Sniper was still watching him. Sniper always watched him.
Scout's pants and boxers, already half off, were kicked off from his ankles.
“Good,” Sniper said under his breath. He noted the almost imperceptible way Scout shifted at the praise. He could be so predictable.
Sniper undressed deliberately, then joined Scout at the foot of the bed, standing between his legs. He reached out to tilt Scout's jaw up to look at him. Scout still had a veneer of a scowl on his face. All that pent up frustration; from his current predicament, from his recent mission, or something else, directed at Sniper. He could work with that. His hand trailed down Scout's neck to his chest, giving him a gentle push backwards. Scout obliged the silent request, leaning back onto his elbows on the mattress, allowing himself to be guided down. Sniper noted the way Scout's pupils were blown out.
Sniper sidled into bed on top of him, framing Scout's body. This time, he leaned in slow, kissing Scout's jawbone, coming close to the corner of Scout’s mouth. He wanted to kiss him so badly, but he didn't want to have to take it. Sniper could feel the tension, his whole body thrumming with desire. And then, Scout's face brushed against his, just barely there. Sniper felt Scout's warm skin against his nose, soft and smooth. Scout's hot breath tickled his cheek. Sniper hardly moved, letting Scout test the waters, until their lips were so close it was unbearable.
Scout’s soft, parted lips ghosted across Sniper's. So close. So, so, close. Still, Sniper waited. Bid his time. Just nudged a little closer, bit by bit. When Scout sweetly kissed him, Sniper exhaled through his nose like the wind had been knocked out of him. An unfamiliar warmth bloomed in Sniper's chest- like hot tea poured over ice, like the warmth of blood pooling on his clothes, like whiskey burning on the way down. Scout's lips were devastatingly soft, pliant, and responsive. This was far from the combative encounters they'd shared before. Sniper kissed him for as long as he could, forgoing air, as Scout's hands framed his face.
Sniper's breath was shaky when he finally pulled away. He hooked one arm under Scout's leg, spreading his knees. Scout kept his eyes locked on Sniper's. Sniper shifted Scout's hips, angling them up.
“I woulda let ya slip away the first time I let you loose.” Sniper pushed into him slowly, until he was deep inside of him. The sound of Scout's little gasp seared itself into Sniper's brain. He held Scout close, as Scout wrapped his legs around Sniper's waist. He kissed Scout's neck.
Scout’s body was trembling. His short nails scored across Sniper's broad shoulders, no doubt leaving red welts across his skin.
Sniper continued. “You were the one who gave yourself up to me. In your base, too, God's sake. I'm just here to take you.”
Sniper returned to sucking a love bite on the side of Scout's neck as Scout scrabbled at his back. He bottomed out, leaned back, and rolled his hips slowly into Scout as deeply as he could, and he watched Scout's eyes roll back in a wordless cry. He did it again, drinking in every twitch and the pretty keen in Scout's voice when he went especially deep. Sniper continued working on deepening the red mark on Scout's pale skin.
“Fuck- my neck- they'll know,” Scout gasped.
“Let them.”
Satisfied with his work, Sniper started on a new hickey on the other side, right under Scout's jaw. He could taste the faint salt left on Scout's skin. Scout moaned low and needy.
“Yeah, let me fucking hear you,” Sniper said, voice rough. He felt Scout's thigh jerk under him at the command. Scout was already getting restless, pinned down and impaled by Sniper's weight. “You can scream if you want to,” Sniper said in a low tone. “Ain't no-one in any of the rooms next door.”
Sniper kissed Scout hungrily, catching Scout's moans when he thrust into him a few times to gauge his reaction. He couldn't help it anymore, couldn't help but wonder what they were doing, when Scout was kissing him like this, wrapping his legs around him, pulling him closer.
He couldn't help it when he snuck in a soft kiss on Scout's cheek, or held him too sweetly. He couldn't say what they were doing was love. The morbid, mutual obsession that had led to this- it couldn't be. Scout's deep need to be desired and Sniper's fascination with shadowing him couldn't be love. Whatever he felt, Sniper merely turned to showing it with his body, with his teeth, with his hands on Scout's hips- guiding him, teasing him. He made sure Scout felt everything.
Sniper liked to think he had more self control than Scout- self control enough to keep Scout making those pretty little noises and squirming under him. He wanted to take his time, and he would. But the heat was starting to build in him, and he was losing himself a bit. It was hard not to when Scout was crying out for him to go faster, and hooking his legs behind Sniper's thighs for leverage.
“Just like that,” Scout whispered hoarsely. So Sniper put it to him, just how he wanted, until his body was starting to get so hot he felt feverish.
Scout was getting louder, too. “Yes,” he gasped, arching off the bed. “Fuck, come on,” Scout whined when Sniper slowed down. Sniper was getting closer to the edge faster than he wanted, and Scout wasn't helping. He was pretty, face flushed, lips pink and wet, looking up at Sniper to watch his expressions. Sniper reset his hold on Scout's hips, angling himself deeper, and made sure he'd found a good angle. Hearing Scout's cracked moan made everything worth the trouble. He kept at it like that, taking in the absolutely filthy cries from Scout, who was as loud and mouthy as ever.
“Mm, right there, don't stop, please,” Scout begged.
“Fuck,” Sniper hissed. He fucked Scout at a ruthless pace for as long as he could hold out for, damp with sweat.
“Please, I'm close. Faster, please- Sniper-!” hearing Scout say his moniker like that sent fire down his spine. Scout's back arched, feet digging into the mattress as wrecked sounds spilled from his lips. He was hardly coherent. Sniper kissed him in a way that could almost be considered tender, and he finished soon after, leaving stripes on Scout's inner thighs.
Sniper felt Scout’s grip on his triceps, keeping him in their embrace. They stayed like that for a while, Sniper resting his head lightly on Scout’s shoulder. For once, there was no urgency; no impending work interruption. He felt Scout rest his chin against his head. Sniper noted, with some surprise, his own involuntary smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. When he shifted a bit to get up, Scout’s grip on his arms didn’t relent.
“You gonna disappear, now?” Scout asked. It was missing his usual bite.
“Just grabbin’ a towel. Get you cleaned up, yeah?”
Scout’s hold on him relaxed.
“Yeah,” Scout said, mollified.
Sniper mulled over this new side of Scout, and what to do with it. He left a quick kiss on Scout’s neck.
“We’ve still got all night.”
Scout covered his face wordlessly with his arm. What an adorable little thing he was.
Sniper alighted off the bed to make his way to the bathroom. He took a washcloth from the counter and dampened it, taking a glimpse of his back in the mirror. He turned to the side, noting the red scratch marks running down his back with a sense of satisfaction. Scout didn't need to know that, though. He wrung out the washcloth, bringing it back to tend to the volatile man still laying in bed.
Scout was curled up a bit now. The way he looked up at Sniper coming back to bed melted his heart in a way Sniper tried his best to hide. Sniper cleaned up the worst of the mess, wiping down Scout's thighs and groin carefully. If Scout found the considerate treatment embarrassing at this point, he didn't show it.
Sniper settled in next to him, leaving space under his arm in case Scout would even deign to be held. He felt relief when Scout took the open space, pressing against him. Scout settled onto his chest, pulling the blanket over them loosely.
Sniper heard a muffled sniff into his shoulder. He heard another small sniffle and realized Scout was crying. Bugger.
“You alright? Was it too rough…?”
Scout kept his face buried in Sniper's neck.
“It’s nothin’. Forget it,” Scout said.
There was nothing in Sniper’s entire experience on the job that prepared him for comforting the crying enemy he'd just been sleeping with. He was at a bit of a loss at what to do, but found nonetheless it tugged at his heartstrings. It would make sense if Scout didn't want to talk to him, given the odd manner of their arrangement. Sniper thought a better man would give a stab at soothing someone they'd taken to bed.
“...You want to talk about it?” Sniper asked.
“No.”
And that was all he got from Scout, so he didn't push the topic any more. Sniper cradled the small of Scout's back, petting him lightly in slow, consistent motions. In response, he got just the slightest nuzzle of Scout's face against his chest. He continued in what he hoped was a soothing fashion, listening to the sniffling gradually subside.
With Scout curled up on top of him like a warm blanket, he felt the pleasant weight of sleep drift over him. His training, in the deep recesses of his brain, reminded him of the dangers of falling asleep in enemy territory. If he fell asleep here, he was totally vulnerable- it'd be easy for someone to stick a knife between his ribs. Sniper shut his eyes. If Scout wanted to slip a blade into Sniper's heart, it belonged to him anyways- he could do with it as he pleased.