YAY. NEXT PART OF CHAPTER AFTER 5 MONTHS.
Gah, I'm okay with this chapter and then I'm not okay. But it's done so enjoy!

You shudder into your bed, hardly managing to pull the covers over your head to hide your shame. With the sheets tenting over you, you are able to calm every nerve and concentrate on regulating your temperature. Your eyes close while you bury your head into your pillow.

Scout is really pushing it. He shouldn't be…who he is. That disgusting tease, who does he think he is! As your mind races with spats and swears, you don't notice your hand travel south to softly touch you. At first it was relieving, like blowing off steam. But when you start to feel everything go dull, you twist your hand away and grumble unhappily into the mattress.

EARLIER

"You should wear that more often." He says it implying and you knew it was going to find those cracks. Still keeping composure, you salt the hash browns without turning around to see him.

"The Admin said I dirty my clothes worse than the others…" You mentally pat your back for sounding so nonchalant. "Apparently, I use more clothes than anyone here." The chair screeches on the tiled floor and when he starts to walk, his cleats sound metallic.

"Admit it, you're just wearing it to please me." He fingers a chunk of hash and pops it in his mouth smiling. You elbow him in the ribs and he chokes.

"Yes, Scout. That's definitely why I'm wearing it." He punches your arm and suddenly tugs the cloth. You can hear him messing with a button before laughing.

"Pffft, c'mon! An apron? That jus' screams, 'Scout! I will do what evah ya say!'"

"And I said that wearing jockey shorts screams 'Check out how big my cock is!" You emphasize by smiling teasingly back at him.

"Woah. I have the right to show it proud." How he says it, so serious, makes you laugh as you pulled out two plates. He doesn't see the humor in it and just frowns at you.

It makes you laugh more.

"I bet you do." With the plates full of browns and when you set the plates down on the table, you're untying the straps to hang it up.

"I do! And don't deny, that you'd be moaning my name in the first 3 seconds." This makes you stop; and you know Scout's smiling now because he sees it as an invitation to continue. "You'll be begging for more because I'm soooo fucking good. Letting me spread your legs apart so I could find that spot that'll make you-" And soon, everything becomes white noise when you pull off the apron.

When you hitched up the material on a nail, you bite your lip and continue to listen. "Lie you…pull on…pound in…suckle that…" Before he even mentioned it, you were already having problems with your imagination. His voice is still ringing with pride and you wish you were strong enough to tell him to stop.

Now you're too aroused to listen because you knew for a fact that you could just tackle him and get it done with but that would mean compromising.

You are fighting it. For some reason you feel you would deserve it than have to fight for it.

With a sudden turn you see that Scouts grinning at you triumphantly. While walking back to your seat, you glare. He rolls his eyes.

"Jeez, I was jus' kiddin'." You still glare because you're so close to losing it that everything feels hot and dizzy. "Calm it, D. I was just messing." He sniggers and it was over. The sexual promises and heated detail came to a halt. You look to your food for answers, because you were to aroused to think for yourself. "Hey, did you hear about the new system Admin's gonna do? It's some shit about-" His mouth runs off again.

Every swipe of his tongue is fueling something in your gut that burns pleasantly. The small catch of his eye also sparks your stomach and before he could even get to what he was trying to say, your standing straight looking at him.

"-Which means we are-what're you doing?" Scout pauses long enough to put the fork of hash in his mouth before it falls. He instantly stops talking when you straddle him.

His eyes are full of confusion. His face wasn't what you expected, until you grind down and watch it twist into pleasure. You tug on his shirt and force him up to your lips.

"Dee-cooy…" He says it slow and shuddered between kisses.

At times, when the feeling isn't right, you're saddened when he murmurs your class. It isn't your name at all, just an occupation. Everyone on the team knows better than to speak of personal information.

"God, D. If I knew-haaa- dirty talk sets you off, I would've done this earlier…" You shy away from his lips and begin kissing down his neck.

"It doesn't. You've just caught me at those moments…" You make a hard suck on his adams apple. He takes a quick intake of air before he's nosing down your neck also.

" 'Don't worry. Your secrets safe with me…" He touches the front of your pants and presses down lightly for the pressure to be torturous.

You have two more layers under the slacks, his hands were rough enough to feel and send waves to your toes. He doesn't move until your gripping tightly to his hips, and that's when he leans in to your ear. Licking the shell because he knows that's what makes you crumble.

"D… I want you to tell me what you want…" You're about to scream it when he grinds up to silence you. "-and… how you want it…." Scout nibbles the cartilage and huffs inside.

At this point, words weren't able to piece together to make a legitimate sentence. All you could do was shudder and huff into his chest, hoping it would describe the difficulty of everything.

"LIGHTS OUT SCUM!"

You practically jumped from his lap, but he held you down tightly and sniggered. The world was a bright orange, and instantly it was brought back to its dark reality.

And you both knew that it will subside, that the heat will return in a moment for you both to continue. So he began kissing your cheeks and whispering how much he wishes you both were out of this place.

"Now…" He rubbed his hands under your shirt, moving to the back-to your scars. "…where were we…"

"YOU WERE GOING TO YOUR RESPECTIBLE QUARTERS BEFORE I SEND HEAVY TO RETREIVE YOU!" The Admin screamed through your watch. The thought of Heavy busting in without notice, terrified you. He noticed you're discomfort and dropped his arms reluctantly.

"Alright, alright…" Scout muttered, pecking your lips while you move off him. "Thanks for the uh…" He smiles deviously at you. ".-dinner. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, eh D?" He stands, pressing his hand to your cheek and kissing you gently on the head.

"Night Scout." You thought it was romantic until you feel his hand travel to your butt. This is where you whirl your hand around to pinch his and the startled yelp was satisfying. It really surprised him, with his eyes wide and the red blush blossoming over his cheeks when you chuckled.

"Jeez, I'm going! I'm going!" And with a bark of laughter, he was gone. Bolted out of the room, and down the halls.

NOW

The Admin gave up on Scout. His pay had barely been a few hundreds and his skin was still blue from past beatings, to the point she where didn't have the patience to continue it any longer. She allowed the contact, as long as it was off the field and out of sight of the other members. And that nothing escaladed past the hips.

You sit up to help release the desperation. On the table, you see the paper work and are reminded of tomorrow's regulation. A reluctant sigh leaves your lips as you stand up and move toward the table.

The papers are stacked up nicely and as you flip through them. But when you set them down, the girth was shockingly different. You snatch them up and flip through them again, and again, and again. There's one –too-many.

You're eyebrow cocks. "Let's see…" You read over each form.

Daily Regulations

Medical Update

Weaponry & Artillery

Opinions & Concerns

... Project Release Form?

There were 2 more papers stapled to it and signature spaces all over it.

MISSION WITH BEGIN IN 5 MINUTES

The hollers of adrenaline drowned every other sound like a wave. Scout was on the other side of the room and you were trying your hardest not look at him. In your corner- sitting on a ledge, trying to distance yourself from the crowd.

You knew it was inevitable that you'd see him on the field and that he'd drag you somewhere to talk. But at that moment you wanted to look professional, because…

You look over and see Scout with a scorn on his face looking at you. You pretend like you didn't see it but he was already walking toward you.

"What's your deal?" He nudges you with his shoulder when he sits next to you. Uncomfortable, you look away and pull your gun closer toward yourself. You can hear him breath in, ready to question, and before he says anything, you flicked out a note from your glove.

You know he sees it because he sighs out relieved. His hand is at his side, so you put your hand by his. He looks forward, as if watching the other members, while you slide the note into his palm.

MISSION WILL BEGIN IN 60 SECONDS

At this, he jumps from the ledge and move to the front. You feel the note tug away with him.

"Hmm, you're actually early to a protocol… " Admin is standing. It strikes you as odd, since she's always been at her desk. But what really catches your attention is the old gentlemen, nicely suited and well built, standing next to her watching the screens. His hair was black but was whiting and when he spotted you he made a charming smile around his cigar. You smile back and flinch when the Admin sneered at you.

"Don't think that because of ONE good behavior that you'll be rewarded. Now stand up straight and listen well."

The smoke in the room was unbearable with both their tobacco sticks. You wave off the swirls and Admin steps closer, losing her patience.

"'Coy. You little sack of-"

"Elizabeth, Please! You're scaring the poor thing!" He cocks his brow and walks over to you. "Why don't I tell the tyke?" At this, you gasp. No one has ever talked to the Admin like that, let alone, said her name. Still in shock, Admin presses her lips and takes a long drag, the old man stepped closer to look you over. He was taller than you thought.

"In good health I see. Better posture since the first time we met, that's good." He stretched out your arm before tipping your head back. "You don't seem to heal that well… Do you frequently visit the Medic?" His voice was warm and ended his sentence with a click sound.

"I get looked over daily. Uh…Medic. He says that the technology doesn't work with someone so lithe because his MediGun was meant for a bigger person."

"Well you are very…hmm…compact. I will admit, I expected you to be much…more…." He draws off and closes his eyes, while he snaps his fingers like the word was on the tip of his tongue.

"Taller?"

"Well… if you want to be blunt… yes." He smiles none-the-less and goes behind you. He hesitates and taps you on the shoulder. "Do you mind?"

"Go ahead." You grip your shirt and pull the hem to your neck. His hand is calloused, scratching over sensitive nerves that almost sting.

"Wow. You certainly get around, don't you?" He laughs under his breath. You nod openly. He takes his time observing ruined skin and pinches a few scattered scars. You're unsure how long it's lasted until his hand falters. That's when you hear his steps move up toward the desk; you tuck the shirt in.

The Administrator is focusing hard on the screens, Miss Pauling was speaking quietly to her, pulling slips from her clipboard and revising it with her.

"Decoy. You were a very successful experiment." The room was instantly silent. The sudden wave of nausea hit you when you realized what he meant.

"Was I not… informal enough?" The geezer laughed while picking up your book.

"Quite the contrary. We were gathering a lot of emotions from you and were elated to see, as of late, your works become more pronounced." Admin was turned around to look at you. "The company had legal 'custody' over you. This was supposed to go for another 2 years but they thought that the lengthy wait would ruin the experiment." This is when the Admin spoke up. "They're taking you into possession so you can start training for a new occupation. Thank god too, you aren't the cheapest, let alone, smartest tool in the box." Miss Pauling snapped at her but the devil woman snapped back.

"You mean. My work here is done?" The old man stepped closer and directed you out of the room and into the hall. When the automated doors opened passer-bys said happy greetings to him and smiled as if honored.

"I'm afraid so. You will work with new weapons and strategies that our company has been keeping secret for years."

"All I did was shoot people and endured blood loss. What the hell does that have to do with weapons and secrets?" You both stopped in the hall. He straightened back his white hair and cocked his head to look at you. His hand lifted to your shoulder, a comforting offer that some how felt one-sided.

"It means the company trusts you to be loyal and strong. We have so many traitors in our company. Heh." He lowers his eyes and shrugged his head toward the doors you both walked out of. "Elizabeth was one of them. That's why she enrolled you in as an apology to the company."

"I knew I was part of the company, but it didn't say anything like that in the contract."
"It most certainly did mention this." He glowers, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a rolled up stack of papers. He unrolls it and presents it to you.

"Third page, Section 12 Paragraph 4." He ducks his hand back in coat and pulls out his glasses. You flip forward and back between pages and find the section. Listed were regulations of the 4 year plan and job occupations afterward.

"Right here. It says here that as property of the company we are able to decide when we can promote you to the company. The 4 year thing was in case you did meet the requirements by then."

"Oh God." You were receiving too much.

"I'm guessing you didn't really look over the contract thoroughly, huh?" There was too much change and responsibility thrown at you that the realization of what you got yourself into was becoming clear. This whole time you thought this was an exercise that would be kept at bay where you didn't have to worry about it until you were fired.

Even with these thoughts molesting your mind, you're biggest concern was at the , sleeping.

"Oh piss, yeah I didn't. What the hell happens to me?" You knew what was going to happen and the geezer knew that you did too.

"You're being transported back to the company."

"Ooof!" Again with the slamming, you're back was killing you already from the stitches. "Shit man, careful."

At this you avoid eye contact to look around the room you were tossed in. It was an empty closet space. The paint was chipping and it smelt like iron. What really caught your attention was the picture of a half naked woman; posing scandalizingly toward the camera with her lips pouted. It made you smile because it was covering a giant cracked hole, unsuccessfully.

You flush in embarrassment when you explain. "I just got clothes-lined by a Heavy."

"Damn, really?" Scout snorts, he opens his mouth to question before he shuts it and redirects his attention outside of the room. "I think we got…3 minutes, so talk."

"God, Where should I start?" You pull off your headband and dab away some sweat from your neck. You slow to a stop when you notice Scout with his mouth agap.

"Well fer' starters, you can stop doing that." He shifts alittle to adjust his pants.

"Been awhile?" You smile jokingly at him and tie on your headband.

"You have no idea." His whole face is pink as he moves to sit next to you. 'I think I do…' goes through your mind.

The room becomes empty and mute. A gust of wind blows in from the hole, filling the silent long enough for one of you to speak.

"Look, I'll be able to tell you after War."

"You're leaving after War!" Scout hit the back of head against the wall behind him frustrated.

" Shit, I was going to take you out to go egg Snipes van! We were going to slip eye-drops in Soldier's drinks! I'd introduce you to Ma! I had SOO many plans!" He tightens his hand-bands and looks away. "I had plans with you." He whispers.

It was the closest thing you got to a commitment and it made your whole body hum with warmth. Granted none of it sounded generally romantic, but it stirred your heart. You breathe out a laugh.

"That's why I went with it." You rummage through your pockets, still talking. "If I said no, they would have sent me home…" You check your vest pockets and found it. "…and I wouldn't have been able to see you again."

From your pocket, you pull out a crème color card, red on opposite corners with 4 large numbers on it; 7436.

"The hell's that?" He snatches it and flips it over to see the blank crème.

"It a visitors key for the company. I'm allowed 5 visitors inside specific parts of the building during weekends." Scout looks over the card, over and over again. "And in about two months-"
"TWO MONTHS?"

"I'll be yours every weekend-"
"We won't see each other for TWO months!"
"It's either two months or pretty much never…"
"I know, I know!" Scout breathes out exhaustedly and takes off his cap to fan himself. Scout was and always will be fickle, so you sit back long enough to hear his breathing settle. You toy with your gloves and wrist watch waiting for him to say something.

"But.. I can still see you?" He asks while he leans in closer to make that intimate eye contact you weren't ready for. You dip your head down in embarrassment, clearing your throat.

"Yeah, we have holiday breaks the same time, so…" You draw off to kiss his lips lightly, "we can still egg Sniper's van." His face brightens up a little and you were certain it was time to go back out. You stand back up and start loading your gun, Scout pulls you back down and scowls.

"Why you in such a rush all of a sudden?" He lets go and glowers. You slide in closer to him, like you were telling a secret. You chew your bottom lip.
"My NEW boss is here. He wanted to see how adequate I was on the field." You start shivering nervously. "He's probably looking for me on the monitors, so we should probably get out there." He doesn't argue, and it concerns you for a moment but what you were really concerned about were the cameras that caught you two slinking off into one of the hall's closets. You can over look it, seeing as this would have been the last time you would've saw him if it weren't for the card.

"Go on ahead, I'll meet you at their west wing to grab the Intel." You smile when he nudges you up playfully. You again cock your gun and reach for hand when the speakers rattle with a croaky message.

LAST ROUND, SCUMBAGS. WHICHEVER TEAM THAT CAN RETRIEVE THE INTELLIGENCE IS VISTORIOUS.

From outside you both can hear the roar of a Soldier, screaming out commands and other obscenities. Scout stands up next to you and slams open the door.

"Forget the plan! Just get to their base!" He bolts ahead of you, practically kicking dust up in your face.

The hallway was a dark hole that winded in directions that felt like you were descending. But the deeper you got the lighter it became, the sun illuminating the base like a cave. You take more turns and then the hall was blinding. The roars and bellows from outside becoming screams when you took your first step out. There was something poetic about it, like descending into hell that-
"Oh FUCK!" You were shot in your shoulder; the blow of it pushed your body into the air. You landed on your back and the pooling of heat returned.

Scout was over you in an instant, mouth opening and closing lightning fast. You chuckle, you weren't sure if you should tell him you couldn't hear shit. But slowly, the vibrations of the ground started to be more defined when your ears popped and the sounds around you began to trickle into your ear drum.

It was even harder to concentrate with Scout dragging you to a wall out of sight of the others; the scene hardly piecing together when your eyes couldn't keep up with your surroundings. When he settled you against a wall he started talking.

"Dec…y…r…tches…op…" He paused for a moment and all you could do was laugh. Thankfully, a small voice inside of you opened up.

"Go get Doc." You didn't hear it but you knew you said it because Scout was turning away from you and dashing out of sight. You just sat there, waiting.

You tried to focus on something, but blasts of light made your vision jump and made your stomach lurched.

It felt like an eternity when you came to your senses; when everything stopped swimming and you were able to focus on the opposing member strut up to you.

"Look at this beauty…" His hand grabbed your shirt. You weren't able to see the class but when his rifle barrel rested on your cheek you knew.

"Oh God, it's the Sniper…" You groan and tilt in toward the barrel for support, letting the tub rest near your eye.

"Yeah, you should be pretty damn proud yo'self. I thought the only thing I couldn't stand on this field was the other Sniper and those damn Spooks."

The sudden vision of the Sniper, he's retracting away from you. His face was scrunched and torn from the bear trap digging farther and farther into his skull. The gurgling scream juts you back to reality. His gun cocks and you were just about launch another trap at his face when a bone saw slices off his arm. You recoil from the warm blood and feel the barrel slide down your face.

"Damn it, that was close." Scout puts his arm around you. "C'mon Doc, hit both of us with the gun and we'll-", and with no questions asked Medic slams the gun into his side. You watch amused as Scout topples over, still loopy; you then smile at Medic, who looks at you and smiles back. You shakily tug up Scout.
"C'mon Medic, I'd like to win this thing." You say it calm while rubbing Scout's side. Medic chuckles and clicks off the safety. His aims the gun toward you both and a red wave of warmth pushes your hair back. You inhale the sour scent of medicines and you stand up straight, your muscles easing and your shoulder bone no longer shattered. Medic swiftly moves closer to press his thumb into your shoulder and squeezes out the bullet before your skin heals over.
"This vill make a good souvenir…" He jiggles the bullet between his forefinger and thumb before slipping it in your pants pocket. You turn to the groaning beside you.
"God!" Scout kicks the Medic. "Asshole! Fuck yourself!"
"Oh? Vould you like a second 'hit', Herr Scout?" Medic wields up his gun and Scout counters back with his bat.
"Can you do that later? My Boss is here and I need to make good impression!" You say pointing to the Blu!s base. Scout exhales sharply and gives Medic a mean glare.

Yeah, you guessed it.
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