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"You call that fuckin' me?" Scout taunted, grinning up at Sniper, trying his best to keep his breathing even and his expression unbothered as the assassin pumped his hips, pressed close to him, inside him.
This was stupid in the first place, catching a quick shag on the field, lagging back behind the push as the rest of the team fought to keep the payload moving. Yet here they were, crammed in a small side room of one of the ramshackle old outbuildings, Scout perched on a crate, Sniper putting it to him as quietly as he could, let they be discovered not pulling their weight.
It had been Scout's idea, of course. The little shit had been teasing Sniper all day, getting him going with stealth gropes and bites as he passed by him, getting him so pent up he could barely shoot straight. He certainly wasn't up for doing anything else straight by that point. So he'd finally pinned Scout to the wall, kissed him deep enough to lick his wisdom teeth, and dragged him into the back room at the runner's suggestion, to hash this out the old-fashioned way.
"The fuck do you mean?" Sniper hissed, bucking in sharply and upsetting Scout's attempt at a schooled expression.
"We're havin' us a fuckin' battlefield tryst an' this is the best you got? I spend all day rilin' you up an' you're just gonna screw me all quiet an' careful? Shit I could get this anytime."
Sniper scowled, "I could just not shag you."
Scout clenched around Sniper, making him hiss a breath. "We both know that ain't happenin'."
"Listen, you twitchy little mongrel, what the bloody hell do you want out of me?"
"I want you to fuck me, Snipes. Not just have sex with me. We're in the middle of a fuckin' firefight; how 'bout you fuck me like we are, huh?"
Sniper smirked. Scout was such a danger slut. Of course. "Fine," he growled, and pulled out. He hefted Scout off of the crate and shoved him to the floor with a grunt, a sharp-toothed grin spreading across his face as Scout landed hard and looked up at him with wide eyes. He knelt between Scout's spread legs, his knickerbockers dangling off of one ankle, and looked down at him with violence in his eyes. "This what you want?" He drew his machete.
Scout's jaw fell open, and he almost screamed as Sniper embedded the machete in the wood next to his head, and leaned over his body, caging him in, still gripping the handle of his blade as he brought their faces inches apart.
"You wanna feel like you're in danger? Mate, you've no idea, how much danger you're in." Sniper's voice was a rough growl, the tip of his cock pressing just barely against Scout's hole. It made the younger man shudder with the threat of it. Letting go of the machete, Sniper's hand closed around Scout's throat, his fingers and thumb pressing in just a bit at the sides, to pinch and restrict his blood flow, making his head go fuzzy. Sniper pushed back inside of him with a growl, and Scout let out a choked moan in reply.
It was exactly what he'd wanted. On his back, vulnerable, utterly at Sniper's mercy. He could choke him out with no effort, but instead he kept his grip just loose enough to keep Scout awake, but panting for breath. When Sniper bucked in hard, he gasped, unable to properly moan with that broad, strong hand on his throat. Scout's hands came up to grip his wrist, but they didn't fight him away, didn't pull or tug, simply held on for dear life.
Sniper gripped Scout's hip with his other hand, snapping his hips, putting all of the force he could muster into fucking the mouthy runner's hungry ass, which clenched and clutched at him desperately. He was so into it, and that only spurred Sniper further, made him squeeze just a little tighter, fuck just a little harder, put it to Scout viciously. Their ragged breaths filled the small, cramped space of their hiding spot, and Sniper could hear the soft whines that chased each gasp from Scout.
"How's that, then? This rough enough for you? This dangerous enough for you? I could choke the life out of you and stuff your scrawny corpse full of my come if I wanted, you mewlin' little shit," Sniper snarled, hammering into Scout ferociously, the clap of their flesh brutally loud in the small room.
It didn't take long before Scout came, almost crying out were it not for Sniper's grip tightening again, cutting off his air, cutting off his voice, leaving him struggling for breath as he arched and shuddered, his ass clamping down tight around the cock deep inside it, his cock twitching as he messed his t-shirt and belly. His eyes watered as he shuddered, actually bereft of air, growing light-headed. Sniper was strangling him and fucking him, rutting into him with abandon, spurred to harder, crueler motion by the orgasm that fluttered around his cock.
Sniper's other hand came to join the first, pinning Scout to the floor by his neck, throttling him. He tilted up, nearly folding Scout in half as he put everything into fucking him, taking him, using his ass for his pleasure as he plunged with fury into his hot, welcoming depths. With a growl, he came, emptying himself into Scout, filling him with his load and fucking it in deeper until he couldn't handle the overstimulation anymore.
He released Scout and pulled out, shoving him to the floor and sitting back on his heels, panting. Scout gasped and coughed, clutching at his neck, and the fresh bruises that were beginning to form, and rolled onto his side, struggling to breathe. Swallowing hard, Sniper tucked himself into his trousers and took a breath to steady himself. "You okay?"
"Holy shit," Scout croaked, curled up into a ball.
"Mate?" Worry was apparent in Sniper's voice, and he crawled over to look Scout in the face. "Sorry, I just--"
"Holy shit that was so fucking hot God DAMN ." Scout shuddered, grinning wide. He pitched up onto one elbow and looked to Sniper as he approached. "Where'd you learn to choke like that?"
"I, er..."
"You gotta do that more holy shit I came so hard I feel like I jizzed out my fuckin' soul !"
Sniper sat back on his knees, laughing a bit. He scratched at the back of his neck and shrugged. "Alright, I guess."
"Awesome. Hey, I'm gonna go get on the payload before the guys start wonderin' where the hell I am," Scout said, tugging his knickerbockers back on. He scrubbed at his shirt, noticing the few spots of come that had soaked in, and shrugged. Nobody would notice at the speeds he was going, and a trip through respawn would solve the problem anyway. "But, uh, maybe tonight we can do more 'a that? Not so much of a quickie?"
Sniper chuckled a bit and shook his head ruefully. "Fine, but no more of this shaggin' on the field, you little gremlin."
Scout hefted his scattergun up and winked to Sniper, shooting him a grin. "No promises!" he called, speeding out of the door.