-1"Thought you said I couldn't teach you 'bout long-distance spitting." Sniper chuckled, motioning to the two white spots on the wooden floor a good distance from the edge of the bed, one a bit farther than the other.

"Shut up, you had the advantage of being first." Spy stated, breathing out a lungful of smoke as he lay next to the man. Their clothes lay across the floor in a frenzied quality that the two men utterly lacked now.

"Pft, how much d'those cigs cost, mate?" Sniper asked, stealing the cigarette for inspection before taking a puff and twisting his lips a bit as he tested the smoke's flavor and the way it sat in his lungs. He let it trail out his nostrils with a shake of his head, handing the cancer stick back to the Frenchman with a look of distaste.

"Why?" Spy asked with a raised brow. If he didn't like the taste of the man's cigarettes, did he not like the taste of Spy's mouth that he so enjoyed only a few minutes before?

"They're just nothin' like mine... I don't like 'em." Sniper stated, moving to rest his head on the man's stomach idly with his body turned so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Hm... they are fifty cents a pack." Spy stated, taking a drag.

"The most expensive I've bought were forty." Sniper informed him, shaking his head.

"They used to be thirty..."

"I get mine for twenty." Sniper smirked, moving to get one of his own from the pack in his pants that were sprawled across the floor near the bed and lighting it. He then settled next to Spy again on his back with his arm touching the Frenchman's lightly.

"Liar." Spy accused with a snort of his expensive smoke in Sniper's direction.

"Yes I can." Sniper stated with a frown, returning the favor and scooting closer to the man.

"No you cannot..." Spy rolled his eyes as if he was tired of hearing the man lie.

"Yes. I. Can." Sniper stated, bumping Spy closer to the edge of the bed with each emphasized word. He gave a satisfied laugh when the man's arm wrapped around him to avoid falling off.

"Merde... you are very funny, Sniper... you would be even funnier with my knife in your back, eh?" He gave the man a slight glare before putting out the finished butt of his cigarette on the man's shoulder.

"If you said that any softer, mate, it might be a turn-on." Sniper returned in a low, rough voice. He had barely winced at the burn; it wasn't anything major, just another scar for Spy to kiss.

"Bah, I can say anything softer than you." Spy scoffed as he flicked the butt away.

"No, y'can't." Sniper said in a soothingly soft voice that he had rarely used before. Maybe when he thought he hurt Spy only to find that the man had a pain kink.

"Yes I can." Spy countered ever so softly.

"No, you can't." Sniper's voice was barely discernable from his breath as his face moved closer to Spy's.

"Yes I can..." was the whisper along Sniper's lips and, before the Aussie's negation could flicker forth, their lips were connected. Spy winced when Sniper's cigarette got too close to his cheek and Sniper grumbled, pulling back once he realized he'd been tricked into not responding for two seconds. It was a universal rule that a reply was confined within two seconds or it was invalid.

"I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker." Spy chuckled, placing a last peck against Sniper's lips and carefully avoiding the cigarette.

"I c'n drink it quicker and get even sicker." Sniper smirked, knowing how Spy's stomach reacted to large and quickly ingested amounts of alcohol.

"I can open any safe," Spy said pointedly.

"Without gettin' caught?" Sniper asked, raising a brow.

"Oui-"

"That's what I thought, y'crook." Sniper snorted, hitting him lightly in the chest before turning onto his back and tapping his cigarette over the ashtray next to Spy's bed.

"Any note you can hold, I can hold longer." Spy sing-songed into his ear with a sultry smirk on his lips.

"Fag." Sniper countered as he blew smoke rings at the ceiling, watching them puff into nothingness against the white spackle.

"You are one to talk, mon ami..." was Spy's reminder with a gentle laugh at the man's ineffective counter before closing his eyes and relaxing back.

A few minutes later, once Sniper had finished his cigarette, the man slipped up to Spy's ear and waited for the man to crack an eye open at the hot, moist breath in his ear.

"Anything you can wear, I can wear better." He murmured lowly against the man's ear, tongue ghosting over the shell and getting an interesting reaction from Spy's throat before he finished his taunt, "in what you wear, I'd look better than you..."

"In my jacket?" Spy questioned with a raised brow and nodded to the chair it hung from.

"And your vest." Sniper nodded, slipping away and scooping up the article to pull it on before donning the jacket as well.

"In my pants?" Spy suggested, watching the man comply and pull them on before smirking and also taking up the discarded mask.

"In your mask..." the Australian grinned as he pulled the fabric over his head and looked at Spy with the best approximation he could get of the condescending look that Spy usually had.

"Hmm... no you can't." Spy smirked, shaking his head and standing himself with a yawn and a smooth stretch as he paced over to Sniper and straightened the suit on him a bit.

"Yes I can, can, can." Sniper pointed out, noticing the Frenchman's gaze lingering on the way that the pants fit him and the way that his, though quite lanky, form easily filled the thinner man's vest and jacket with his slightly more muscular figure.

"Anything you can say, I can say faster." Spy changed the subject quickly, looping the tie around Sniper's neck and skillfully tying it before pulling him back over to the bed.

"Oi! I c'n say anything faster'n you!" Sniper growled, pushing the man down onto the bed and following when he didn't relinquish the tie.

"No, you cannot." Spy shook his head, pulling Sniper a bit closer.

"Yeah I can!" Sniper answered quickly. They went on like that for a few seconds with Spy giving Sniper a little tug to bring him closer with each of his ever-quicker denials that Sniper could speak faster than him. Sniper's lips cut him off in much the same manner as Spy's had when they were on the topic of who could speak more softly, effectively winning the argument by late response.

"I can jump a hurdle..." Spy breathed, his eyes furious that his own tactic had been used against him. His hand on the tie pulled Sniper closer so that their foreheads rested against each other.

"I can wear a girdle," Sniper taunted, hands resting on either side of Spy's hips.

"Do you even know what that is?" Spy raised a brow, suddenly amused at the thought.

" 'Course, it's a hat, right?"

"Stop being a brat." Spy rolled his eyes and let the tie go so that Sniper could sit up on him.

"Well... your turn, mate." Sniper goaded, brushing a hand across the smooth skin of Spy's chest.

Spy thought for a second before shrugging and continuing with, "I can knit a sweater."

"We both know I c'n fill it better," Sniper pointed out with a chuckle, shrugging the jacket off and looking down to undo the buttons on the vest.

"I can do most anything." Spy smirked up at the man, his hands arresting Sniper's from their unbuttoning and continuing it themselves.

"Can you bake a pie?" Sniper asked curiously, suddenly hungry.

"No..." Spy answered softly with a small frown and a quirk of his brow.

"Neither can I," Sniper sighed before shrugging the vest off as well.

"Anything you can say, I can say sweeter," Spy offered, trying to pull the man's mind from his stomach.

"Fag." Sniper accused with a snort.

"Hm... yes, but so are you." Spy chuckled, playing with the waistband of his slacks around the other man's waist.

"Too right, mate... too right..." Sniper agreed as he lowered himself onto the man and proceeded to start their next competition-- who had the better stamina.