That evening, Spy arrived cloaked in front of Sniper's camper van door while looking around to be absolutely certain no other REDs could spot him. He knocked with a quiet knuckle.

The bushman opened the door and when he saw nobody outside he knew his lover had come to keep his word. He pretended he was just opening the door for some fresh air and felt the shorter man slipping past through the door. He closed it and turned around to see the BLU materializing in front of him. "That wasn't fair, mate. Oi had me knife, you had a bloody gun." He didn't sound very pleased.

"Oh, do not moan. Save zhat for later. How else was I to win? Your knife ees quite larger than mine." His banter was accompanied by a playful smile. "By zhe way, you did not happen to recover my tie, did you? I seem to have forgotten eet and had to tell my team I had invented "Business Casual", as eef zhere could be such a zhing." He scoffed at the very notion.

The taller man reached to dig something from his pocket and pulled out the blue tie for the agent to see. "It was noice of you ta leave me a li'l farewell gift. Oi always knew yeh weren't such the bastard everyone always says yeh are." He couldn't fight a weak little grin before tossing the tie back to the backstabber.

"Much appreciated," Spy said as his hands did the thing up, seemingly on auto-pilot. They didn't seem able to be able to hold fancy clothes without putting them on properly. "And I knew you weren't zhe thoughtless half-wit zhey say you are. Well...shall we?" A gesture to the bed with nary a glance around the place. Not only did he know where it was from previous visits, he just didn't care for the decor. So small and cluttered and...rugged. It suited the jar man, but made Spy feel even more in the middle of nowhere than he already was. Not a piece of class to be found for miles. Well, good thing he wasn't here for the decor.

"Uhh, yeah, sure." The Aussie gestured for his guest to go first. At least that was polite. He was having a problem, though, not knowing how he should start off. Should he push the spook against the mattress or should he be gentler, like they had discussed earlier that day? He followed the masked man and wished he wouldn't make any mistakes. He could try being more gentle than usual. Maybe kiss him while undressing him? Just the thought of the agent avoiding their sex because he was being too rough was enough to make him upset. He didn't know why it was so damn upsetting, but it was anyway.

Spy thought it was odd when he wasn't immediately taken and attacked by teeth and claws. Was the bushman still wary about earlier? Well, he supposed Sniper was allowed to do as he liked. He knew he'd definitely be topping this time. But maybe Spy could help him along anyway; a nervous lover was less fun. Spinning to clutch the neckline of the Aussie's shirt, the BLU let himself fall to the bed. When gravity forced his attaché to accompany him, their mouths clashed together.

"Gahh!" The gunman felt the free fall all the way deep in his guts and soon found himself on top of Spy. He kissed the Frenchman hungrily when their faces smashed together. His right hand slipped under the other man's jacket and shirt until it met the agent's skin. He would let Spy decide the pace. Yes, that was a good idea. He hated being so unsure all of a sudden, like he would break the spook with a wrong move or something.

"Mmm..." Spy gave a short sound of approval to show that he enjoyed Sniper taking this lead. Still, something was a little off. He reached his own hands to run over the exposed forearms around him. "Do not be afeared, mon amat. You have free reign, yes? What bozhers you?"

"Nothin', Oi just...it's..." He realized he had no words to continue. Spy would notice if he was lying so he didn't even bother trying. The man was going to think he was a sissy after hearing the truth, though. "If yeh want me ta be more gentle, just bloody say so. Doesn't feel too good when yeh avoid me dick loik plague." He looked the masked man in the eye with a meaningful expression. He still wasn't sure if it had been just a game or if the Frenchman really was afraid of getting his ass sore.

It was a little rude, but Spy couldn't help laughing. It was just such an odd thing to say. He quickly tried to get it under control and apologized, "Désolé, désolé..! Where ees zhat coming from? Do I really seem to avoid you zhat much?" He put his hands back on the other's forearms to show he was earnest.

The Aussie felt his face getting hotter and he was most likely red as a tomato. "W-Well, it's better ta make sure than make yeh wobble around loik a penguin! Loik yeh wouldn't look ridiculous enough in yer fancy suit!" He protested, even though he was relieved the agent still appreciated his sex, after all.

Sniper's arm was given a pat. "Appreciated, but rest assured, I do NOT zhink your deeck is plague." A brief giggle at the mental image. "Eet's true I find a slow and sensual session of lovemaking extremely romantic. You, mon amat, are not romantic. You are deeferent. Passionate. As for my entrance, I have not needed a reprieve from sitting yet." He threw in a wink just to be charming.

The bushman quirked his eyebrow with a sceptical look on his face. He could be romantic, too. He could if Spy would ever require such qualities. He never did. How the Aussie saw it, there was only sex between them. Maybe Spy was getting his romance from someone else. The bushman was there to satisfy some of his needs, at least. "Well...okay. Since yeh insist yeh can take it." He finally grinned at the BLU under him. He pressed a hand onto Spy's throat and pushed him against the bed as he sealed his lips roughly with his own.

A much harsher "Mmm!" than before exited Spy's nostrils as his eyes slid shut. He arched to try and bring their bodies close even though he knew the distance was too great at the moment. His fingers curled and would leave red dents on Sniper's forearms when they moved. This was what he knew! Energetic and eager. He was glad to see the Aussie back to his old self.

With his free hand Sniper grabbed the masked man's wrist and pinned it against the bed under them. He assumed the weasel wasn't going to flip on top of him this time, but the animal within him really needed to get out. He wanted to have the backstabber helplessly under him. He could feel Spy's pulse through his mask as his grip on the Frenchman's neck tightened.

Spy was happy enough to let it happen. For as good as he himself was, when Sniper topped it was amazing how fast his beastly passion sent the agent's breathing ragged. Perhaps it was because he wasn't allowed to do as much, and so yearned to touch the dinkum all the more. Or perhaps it was simply because his windpipe was being constricted. The latter may have been the case in this situation. The unpinned arm reached up to touch what his torso couldn't, diving into that plunging neckline that made for wonderfully easy access.

The gunman pulled himself away from the kiss, just enough to speak. "Be a good boy and tell me what yeh want, yeah? Yeh want a cock in yer arse, spook?" He asked, practically growling. His hot breath brushed over the agent's face and it was dripping with excitement. His unsure thoughts were gone with the wind and all he wanted now was to show that little show pony who the boss was. Making Spy beg to be taken was extremely rare, but boy, would that be a real treat.

The agent was not yet that aroused, as they hadn't done much. He suppressed the need to roll his eyes through the chills that growling voice sent over him. "Nice try. My charity does not extend zhat far, feelthy beast," he strained to inform under his throat's restriction.

"Oh, it will, darl... it will." The bushman assured him with a toothy, predatory smirk. Since his hand was already on the man's neck it didn't take much to yank the tie out of the Frenchman's jacket and bind both his wrists together with it. "Noice li'l package we've got here, eh?" He rose to his knees to admire his handiwork. Spy couldn't move his arms without strangling himself. The knot would hold; he was a real master when it came to making them. "Yeh'll get yer hands free as soon as Oi've heard what I want, luv." He gave the spook a gentle, mocking smile before starting to open his belt.

Spy wasn't sure how he was being tied until it was done. As he realized his predicament, his eyes widened a bit. Oh dear…he was quite proud and didn't like to beg, but when the Aussie was feeling sadistic he could be veeeery persuasive. Spy could also have easily given in and begged right away, but he never did. Not only was it pride, there was actually something erotic in having it dragged from him. Be he hanged if he knew what. Wiggling his arms, though, he figured he might as well be hanged already.

"Don't bother, Sheila, that knot ain't gonna go anywhere." The taller man glanced up from what he was doing for a second before returning back to working Spy's pants off. He opened the belt and the fly and slowly slid the blue trousers off. He then settled himself between the agent's legs and started nuzzling his still soft member through the Frenchman's underwear. He stroked it with his nose, cheeks, hands, and finally bit it gently. Not to hurt, of course, but to excite. His saliva was making the fabric wet but he couldn't really say he cared at this point.

The nickname had to be taken that time. Situationally, it had to be admitted it applied. "Oooohh~hh..!" Feeling that kneading pressure on his loins brought intense heat to Spy's body, and the added heat from the greedy, drooling mouth only ensured it gathered south. He wanted to touch the dinkum's head and shoulders right away, but his reflex to do so reminded him of his restrictions. He had to make do with curling his fingers in front of him while his knees made little rises from the sheets. Breath came in tiny, quiet gasps, and the BLU didn't even care his silk shorts were getting saliva stained. Well, it was only spit; it would come out.

"Yer gorgeous loik this..." The taller man whispered, taking in the agent's red cheeks and how he clearly wanted to get rid of the tie around his wrists. It was true; Spy was absolutely delicious whenever he was horny and helpless. The Aussie felt special that way. He knew the Frenchman hated the feeling of being helpless. He'd much rather was in control, both in bed and on the battlefield. Yet he trusted the gunman enough to let himself be tied up and played with. The sharpshooter couldn't help taking a little pride from that. Maybe he wasn't able to give the damn spook romance, but at least he was able to give him a sense of safety. He leaned in to unbutton the man's clothes. He couldn't take them off, but at the very least he wanted to see Spy's bare chest. "Much better, no?" He smiled down at the backstabber and cupped his goods in his big, warm hand through the boxers. Silk? Really? Wasn't that uncomfortable? The masked man really was a damn princess. One of these days the gunman was definitely going to catch him wearing lacy panties.

"I am always gorgeous," the slightly snobbish, mostly labored response came. He had to stay witty. Banter was part of what they did, not to mention the sooner he let his brain glaze over, the sooner he'd be begging like the dinkum man wanted. His throat then strained to hold back a decidedly ungentlemanly sound when he felt the hand upon him. He was feeling very vulnerable, but in all the right ways. It had not been long before he'd learned these tie-up games were not an elaborate ruse by Sniper to kill him. Rather, the man was simply kinky as hell. Well as an experienced lover, Spy could get behind that. He put the Aussie through his own kinks every day also. A little quid pro quo was only natural, and besides, it was highly enjoyable under the right hands. The strong, callused ones on him now were definitely the right hands. The agent actually anticipated the next move intended to make him squirm as he rocked his engorging organ into the warmth over it.

"Of course yeh are," Sniper replied with a soft little grin. He decided to let the Frenchman have that. He pulled his hands back to get rid of his red work shirt and the white tank top under it. After that he unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, slid his jeans down and kicked them away. "There we go... always preferred it casual anyway," he muttered, partly to himself when he was now wearing only his socks and boxers. Real, MEN'S boxers and not some silky bikini. He leaned over the BLU and pulled his mask up a little bit to kiss his neck. The neck was already full of his old lovebites nobody was able to see under its covering. His sharp canine teeth started devouring the pale, forbidden skin hungrily. He bit, sucked, licked and kissed, pressing his groin against Spy's as he did. He had to admit the mask was handy that way, although the gunman's fingers were always itching to pull it off whenever the Frenchman couldn't fight back. This time was no exception. He had never seen Spy's face and the question of what the shorter man looked like was burning in his mind more and more every day. No matter how he wanted, he knew he couldn't let his curiosity to take over. He couldn't afford to lose Spy's trust. The Aussie was certain one day his lover would trust him enough to pull the mask off himself. He couldn't help smiling at the thought. He couldn't wait for that day.

The sight before Spy was magnificent. Gaze eating up the man in front of him, he quipped, "You are not so bad, yourself, you know." A sigh of elation escaped the agent when the biting started. His eyes fell closed to feel the teeth over his tough but pampered skin. For as much as he took care of himself, he felt scars, from battle or in Sniper's case affection, added character. He wondered if he'd mind another biting him this way. None else had tried, yet the bushman claimed his flesh regularly. No, he supposed, it could only be Sniper to do so. Spy's fingertips stretched upwards, trying to reach the man over him and coming into contact with jawline. He quite regretted not removing his gloves before they had started. Actual contact would have been nicer. Still, he worked with what he had and graced his fingers up and to the pressure points he liked to tease. He was determined to try and give Sniper as hard a time as he was having. He would not completely submit so readily.

"Hrrrmmmm...yeh just don't stay down, do yeh..?" The taller man murmured, although it sounded more like a purr. He was cruel enough not to give the agent his fun and pulled himself back instead of staying still to be petted. It was time to make the spook beg. He rose to sit on his knees and pulled Spy's underwear down, lifting the Frenchman's legs to get them off completely. "Oi suppose yeh ain't gonna be good yet? Yeh always wanna do this the hard way." He shot the other man a knowing grin as he reached to grab something from the locker of his night table. Just some lube to make things easier and more enjoyable for the both of them. He knew perfectly well Spy wasn't going to beg yet. He wanted the gunman to tease him to death, to try his best and use every possible way to make the masked man desire him and his sex.

As if to prove Sniper right, the Frenchman's member twitched with anticipation at being exposed, his knee also giving an involuntary little jerk. "Nnh...I may not be as indomitable as your mouth," Spy said through his wanton haze, "But I'm afraid zhat would be impossible. Steell, I suppose you weell just have to try harder. I have been tortured by interning interrogators wizh better technique." He clearly only said it to get the Aussie going, as evident by the excited smile on his shaking lips. The BLU missed touching the other man already, so would simply have to goad him into doing the heavy petting all the faster.

"Very well," the Aussie agreed. He hadn't expected anything less. He flipped the smaller man so he landed on his stomach. The position probably wasn't the most comfortable possible, but the Frenchman had definitely experienced worse. He didn't waste any time, once he had found the perfect position between the BLU's legs, he spread the man's butt cheeks and buried his face into the sensitive flesh. He ate Spy out so passionately and eagerly his whole face was practically rubbing the masked man's opening.

A small noise of surprise at the powerful motion that turned him followed by nothing short of a YELL of wanton lust at the suddenness of the attack on Spy's hole. Under the unrelenting, aggressive feasting, the masked man quickly tried to regain composure. Not possible. A series of intense groans as he tried anyway. His covered hands wanted anything fleshy to grab, but could only find each other. They clung interlacing as they were forced to settle with that arrangement. If Spy weren't so busy writhing, he might have looked almost pious, hands clasped before him as he gasped skyward with closed lids and an arcing brow. "Uhhhn! Bushman! Ohhh!"

The Aussie would have wanted to say something incredibly dirty right now, but since his mouth was rather busy with something else he had to pass the opportunity. He loved every single sound the masked man was making. It was making him horny in return, too. He had to part his face from that delicious ass after a moment to grab the tube of lube. He opened it and coated his other hand with the cool, slick liquid. "Just look at yeh...moanin' already loik yeh haven't had anyone in between yer legs for a month." He gave the agent's back a pitying look before taking his former position. Painfully, slowly he started sliding his hand up and down Spy's manhood. "C'mon, luv, moan for me a li'l more, will yeh? Yeh filthy spook, yeh love this so much yer about ta burst..." He growled and teased the man's opening playfully with the tip of his tongue.

Spy couldn't answer at first. He had taken the reprieve to curl his splayed knees and let his front collapse to the bed. There he heaved with his cheek pressed to the sheets until he felt himself touched again. He was definitely hard, and felt himself throb in the sharpshooter's grip. His hole may have been begging as it opened repeatedly to try tricking Sniper's tongue inside itself, but it did not speak for the agent's mouth. After a wavering moan, perhaps a bit more girlish than he meant, the Frenchman finally found words. "I do not know what you can mean...I am-MMmmhn~!" He bit and clawed the bedclothes under him as the camper found a particularly sweet spot. Damned teasing dingo, he did that on purpose!

"Oh, ye don't? Really? Then maybe Oi'll just need ta explain it to you meself..." The Aussie's soft, patient words reckoned. As a sniper he had patience on his side. He was able to wait, no matter how long it took. "Yeh love ta get yerself licked here, dontcha? Yer imaginin' it roight now, my tongue penetratin' you noice and slow. Yeh love it, spook. Say yeh love it and Oi moight give you a li'l treat. Oi've got the whole night, the sooner ye give in, the sooner Oi'll let you cum." He whispered with his raw, husky voice. He leaned in to bite the left cheek before moving lower again to run his tongue slowly over the pulsing hole. He didn't thrust his tongue in yet, though.

Spy was a patient man himself, but corner lurking and infiltration was not the same as being sexually "harrassed". The mental images that thick sultry voice provided before ALMOST granting them true was simply cruel overkill, in the agent's opinion. Body rocking desperately to create more friction, but Sniper proving too smart to fall for it, the masked man sighed with frustration. Hellfire, he knew he was losing badly. How dare the bushman be so sensually skilled! BLU agent lips struggled on the brink of admitting defeat. "I...I..."

"Yeh love it. Just lemme hear it. There's nothin' ta be ashamed of, darlin', we're all alone here. Yeh love gettin' yer filthy arse licked, sucked, fingered and fucked, ain't that roight? It's our secret. Oi ain't lettin' anyone else touch you loik this." He kept talking with his low tone. His own words made him bite down his lower lip. Maybe the last thing was a little too much to say. He didn't own Spy, after all. Maybe he secretly fantasized about having the masked man all for himself, but that was supposed to be just in his own head. He just hoped the spook was too horny to notice it. Or maybe he would think it was just a part of the game. Yes, that's what he was going to say if the backstabber asked about it.

The spy's head was swimming with the sound of Sniper's voice. The rest of his body was tingling with fire provided by the Aussie's attention to it. Every persuasive word was taken in and he knew they were right. It was time to let himself admit his filthy habits and move on. Having them actually done instead of promised would be so much more gratifying, though maybe not as much as if they hadn't been begged for. But wait...what was that last thing Sniper said? Not let anyone else touch..? Was the gunman so possessive of the agent? Spy hadn't been sleeping with anyone else since his odd attachment to the sniper began, but figured their time hadn't meant as much to the other. Knowing he might care like that was...heartwarming. A different glow of warmth, a glow that made him feel special, washed over Spy as he happily professed to the dinkum, "Alright! You ween! I love your abuse! I love you to push your feelthy tongue inside me; I love you to fill me wizh your deeck and force me to make dirty moans into zhe sheets! I love YOU! Eh..." Perhaps that rush of emotion stirred TOO much out of Spy. It was too late to add anything after the final phrase...maybe Sniper wouldn't take him seriously after all. He didn't want this getting awkward.

For a moment the van was completely silent. Neither of them dared to breathe and it was like the time had stopped. The gunman's eyes were wide open as he stared at the man under him. That had certainly not been what he had had in mind. "Awh, shit, spook..!" He growled, his face deep red after the Frenchman's confession. If the masked rat was toying with his feelings he would kill him. Kill him over and over, so painfully the agent would pray respawn wouldn't bring him back anymore. He let go of Spy's organ and opened the tube again hastily. His hands were shaking with all the sudden need he felt as he coated his member with lubricant. He barely dipped his slick fingers into the man to make sure he wasn't going to tear in two before he grabbed his length and thrust into the smaller body with a throaty moan. He needed to feel Spy around his manhood, he just needed to. He was overwhelmed with this burning desire the man's words were causing. Spy loved him. Could it really be true? He took a steady grip of the BLU's hips and buried himself as deep into him as he could with a strangled grunt.

Below the sharpshooter, Spy was deciding to ignore his slip-up. He wasn't sure what Sniper's curse had meant, and he couldn't see his face to get a reading, so he felt it was better to just pretend it hadn't happened. He felt and heard the Aussie moving to continue anyway, so he was assuming the other had opted to shrug the confession off. Another of those wavering moans as the agent's face buried in his hands and he felt Sniper bury without ceremony into his hole. Well, at least the bushman was still eager. Spy reveled in the feeling of fulfillment and his hole constricted in welcome, happy to be finally invaded.

Sniper didn't give his lover any time to recover; instead he started moving his hips mercilessly in and out of the backstabber. His short nails dug into the pale skin, pulling Spy into his thrusts. He was moaning, throwing his head back and allowing his eyes closed. He was fucking the spook like an animal in heat, growling and grunting and moaning in turns. He didn't know how long he could keep up such pace before ejaculating, but he didn't want to think about it now. He only wanted to concentrate on the agent's wet warmth around his member. He repeated Spy's words over and over in his head, his pace growing more fierce with every second.

The ferocious motions were received with small heated screams and a masked marauder trying to arch his hips back against his invader to take his length more fully, if even possible. Spy had taken to grasping sheets again, his neck achingly curved backwards. That action caused his tie to constrict his windpipe but he really didn't care. He felt himself leaking, even without any help to his organ, and knew he was close. He announced around his straining, "I am soon cumming..! Fill me, bushman amat, fill me now!"

Sniper leaned over, his other hand taking a firm grip of the BLU's mask and pushing the man's head into the pillow. His other hand reached down and his fingers wrapped themselves around the Frenchman's needy length, rubbing it feverishly to bring Spy over the edge with him. "That feel good, huh..? C'mon, luv, cum for me..." His voice and breath were ragged and filled with sinful lust as he felt the warmth curling up in his lower stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut. "God, Oi...Oi love yeh too, yeh goddamn filthy prissy backstabbin'-Aaahhh, f-fuck..!" With a snarl and a grimace the Aussie ejaculated, his body freezing as his pulsing cock shot thick strings of semen deep into his lover.

Pressed into the pillow, Spy's eyes widened. All at once, the words were heard, he was shocked, he was elated, and he came. His throat was raw with what seemed like the hundredth time he yelled out that night as he finished with the most unusual glow he ever recalled feeling. It was almost...giddy. The BLU bucked violently into Sniper's hand as he came with extreme force. Jets of seed splashed all up his front and struck his open hanging clothes. He wasn't thinking of that as he lay huffing into the pillow that had absorbed his passionate vocals, however. All of him twitching, especially his cooling member and enjoyably leaking hole, Spy half-rolled his torso to face the Aussie best he could and asked a raw, trembling, "You...do..?"

"Do wot?" The gunman asked, panting hot and hazy with his afterglow. Then he remembered what the BLU was most likely referring to. "Oh...w-well, Oi...uhhhh...maybe...Oi guess..?" Some more panting without any words to be spoken. "Yeah. Pretty sure Oi do..." He then admitted quietly. He hesitated for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet Spy's eyes. "Wot about you? Did yeh mean what yeh said?" He asked, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. Was it just a way to get things going faster? Was the Frenchman serious or had he simply assumed his little confession was something the gunman had been expecting to hear?

Spy blinked and an honest smile spread over his face. It was rare to see one on him, and it was really quite handsome. He was feeling about a million different shades of joy after all. It was hard to make that look bad. Rolling himself over properly he pulled himself off of Sniper's softening length before sitting up. His still-bound hands forced him to come within kissing distance as he moved a hand to cup the bushman's cheek. "Oui," he said, meeting the other's gaze with weighted lids and a continued smile, "I deed not zhink I would ever be taken seriously, considering our...complicated relationsheep, but knowing you feel zhis way, I cannot deny I love you."

Now it was Sniper's turn to smile like an idiot. He just couldn't believe it. When he had woken up that morning he could have never even imagined the day would end this way. He took the Frenchman's hands into his own and carefully untied the knots keeping them together. After that he cupped the BLU's masked face and pulled him into a soft, loving kiss. "Ye know..." He muttered before pushing their lips together again. "Just in case yer interested..." He kept mumbling as they shared yet another kiss before pulling his face back enough to look the spook in the eye. "Oi can be pretty romantic if yeh need me ta be." He said that with a wide, crooked grin on his face.

Spy decided not to mention the horrible flavor of his own leaving area when Sniper kept kissing him. He couldn't help a nostril twitching, though, and mentally noted he would definitely be brushing his teeth the instant he returned to his base. He hoped the gunman would do the same after he departed. Still, he allowed himself to enjoy the other's lips, and when he heard Sniper's proposition looked up in surprise. Then with a matching grin. "I would very much like to see zhat, bushman. Allow me to geeve you a helping hand een zhe right direction." While speaking and without looking, the agent's now-freed masterful hands undid his tie and re-did it around the Aussie's neck. He supposed he could always get another one. As he pulled the knot tight, he informed, "Zhis is called a keepsake..!" His eyes closed catlike over his condescending yet somehow still tender smile to show he was teasing.

"Heh. Roight. Oi'll keep that in mind, Sheila," the taller party smirked, too happy at the moment to bother with a proper retort. He didn't even notice Spy's nose wrinkle through his insistence that he could be romantic. He wouldn't notice as he kissed him again now.

The BLU made a note to add a good long mouthwash session to the list for after he left.