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***WARNING: contains major scout sex, guy/guy con and noncon, bondage, humil, torture, threesomes, implied more-somes, and violence. don't like don't read***
Scout woke up in his room at BLUFort, gasping for air. That had. not. happened. He searched his body quickly for any marks and, staring at his arm hopelessly, his heart sank into the floor. He had a needle mark on the inside of his elbow. shit shit shit shit SHIT. What the fuck was he going to tell Sniper? Scout showered and changed for the day, heading down to breakfast. shit shit shit shit. And of course there was the Doktor. what the fuck. Did Scout really never catch a break with this shit? Scout felt a blush creep up his neck and pointedly ignored the Medic, heading towards the food. He ate with a rock in his stomach and brushed by Heavy on his way out. Heavy gave him a smile and a wink. shit. Of course the fucking Heavy knew something had happened. Medic and Heavy were practically conjoined twins cause they were both German or some shit like that. Out in the hall he passed Sniper, who tried to greet him. Scout ducked his head and took a side hall, walking fast. Sniper stopped, confused, to watch Scout walking away. ######################################################### Spy watched closely as Sniper walked to his trailer after breakfast. He didn’t do it often, but every now and then Spy liked to pretend to be another member of his team. It was for practice really. Nothing mean or naughty was intended, although that one time Heavy had thought he’d cornered “Medic” had been nothing short of an adventure. For the most part he did it to test his talents as his other teammates. It was great to hear the little secrets they told one person in particular over another in confidence but it all really came down to this: If his own teammates couldn’t be fooled that Spy was someone he wasn’t, the other team certainly wouldn’t believe it. So with the snap of Sniper’s door out in the yard of 2Fort, Spy morphed into the BLU Sniper. First he went to see who was in the mess hall. Engineer joked with him a bit about women, which was thoroughly plebeian. Next he headed to the Respawn room, where Demoman was working on his daily charge of getting as piss ass drunk as possible. Needless to say as soon as Spy entered the room, he turned right back around and left again. The halls were quiet. Spy wondered vaguely if he should pop on by the infirmary to listen to Medic rabble for a bit or just drop the look and go review some intelligence. And then Scout turned the corner into the hall. Immediately, Spy patted himself on the back as an experiment well done, because not only had he pulled off “Sniper”, but he knew, just by the look on Scout’s face, he was going to learn a secret today. Scout would have usually just passed by, maybe thrown a few horribly low-class jokes in his direction and gone off to do whatever Scout does all day. As soon as Scout saw “Sniper” though, his face screwed up in an unmistakably regretful look. He stopped, and, Spy swears, looked like he was deciding if he should make a run for it. Spy tried for a polite smile. Sniper wasn’t bullying Scout for all he knew, so he went for a cool and collected look while waiting for Scout to spill the beans. He stopped a bit in front of Scout. Proper American breathing and personal space from one co-worker to another. But then Scout closed in the space. uh oh. that’s way too close for how they should be standing. Americans didn’t stand that close unless they were amazing old friends or... Scout reached out and slipped his arms around Spy’s waist. He pressed his body against Spy and looked up into his eyes, pleading. “Look, I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I can do this anymore...” Ah zoot. Now he’d either have to reveal himself or reenact this as Scout with Sniper. Either way things were about to get awkward. “Wha-” “I did something bad.” Scout interrupted him. It looked like tears were welling up in his eyes. Spy could honestly say he’d never seen the young man so emotional or so vulnerable. There was a short silence as Scout gripped him harder, biting his lower lip a bit. Spy felt his heart strings pull for a couple seconds (he was a romantic Frenchman after all) and then he realized Scout was waiting for an answer. Spy made a choice he probably shouldn’t have. He began acting like Sniper. “Whot happened?” He slid one arm to Scout’s back, the other hand coming up to cup Scout’s chin. The honesty in Scout’s eyes was simply remarkable. It’s not something one can find in another. Especially not with the war going on. “S-something happened...” He cringed away a bit, as if realizing he shouldn’t be embracing the man he was breaking up with. Spy held him still, continuing to stare at the young man’s face and feeling himself start to like Scout more and more as a teammate. “Medic and I...” he averted his eyes and ducked his head away. Spy thought he saw traces of a blush there. “It was an accident. He was trying to give me a painkiller and it turned out... not to be a painkiller... and...” The poor boy began to quake a little. Spy felt his empathetic heart break at the sight of Scout, this new Scout he’d just met, the real Scout, crying. “My body, I just couldn’t control it, and Medic thought he was helping and it only made it worse...” “Shhh” Spy held him close, lightly petting his back. “I’m sorry, please, I-” His voice broke and his eyes came back up to meet Spy’s again. “I don’t want to break up.” He sniffed loudly and he tried to clear his throat. “I need you.” With that Scout threw himself at Spy and landed a kiss squarely on him. Scout closed his eyes and held it. What happened next, Spy’s testament later said, was 100% due to shock from Scout’s actions. Spy morphed back into Spy and then Scout opened his eyes. Spy had never felt more deserved of being punched. Scout was shocked and alarmed at first. Then angered, horrified, disgusted and, Spy was even sadder to note, embarrassed. Scout backed up quickly, tears still in his eyes. He hugged himself and Spy could almost literally see Scout’s emotions being pulled back into himself (which is very unhealthy if you ask Spy.) Spy didn’t have super hearing, but the whispered, hurt filled words would haunt him. Just before Scout turned to quickly stomp away and around the corner they locked eyes. “You bastard.” Spy stared after him for a second. He berated himself in his head for another second. Then he turned heel and made a bee-line for Sniper’s trailer. Something had to be done.
