Inside You So Deep

"Dieu..." The man breathes, his fingernails digging into the Sniper's back. The Australian lifts the mask up, enough for him to bite and suck on the pulse of the smaller man. Somewhere in the background, the Sniper swears he hears the faintest sound of a techno beat, but it's easily covered with the moans and whimpers of the Spy. Kissing up to the French man's lips, the Sniper hastily strips the Spy of his pants, his hands stopping momentarily to massage the thin thighs.

Feeling a tongue shove into his mouth, the Sniper allows the Spy to take over, surrendering for the time being. Their positions switch in a second, leaving him on his back as the French man crawls on top of him, tearing the assassin's shirt and trailing butterfly kisses down to his nipples. The man gasps, feeling the Spy's slick, wet muscle cross over the pink nub, hardening it. "Sh-Shit, maite..." Sniper breathes, a small, distracting thought wondering when he started cursing. The thought quickly vanishes as hand unbuttons his pants with a small flick of the wrist, and the Spy immediately jerks it off of the Australian.

His eyes snap open, his body jolting up into a sitting position. Sweat mats his hair against his skin, but an uncomfortable, ice-chilling breeze passes his skin. Shivering slightly, the BLU member lifts his frantic eyes to the window. When did he open the window? Surely he would've remembered to close it. A sigh escapes his lips. It shouldn't surprise him that much – he's always seeming to be forgetting now. When he's talking, his mind will run free, and eventually he'll forget what he's speaking about and to. Everybody has noticed the slight change in their Sniper – even the BLU's Scout. And it's all because of these stupid, unnecessary dreams.

The dreams... they seem so realistic. The BLU Sniper feels disgusted that he would have wet dreams like a pathetic little teenage boy, whose hormones are going haywire. And especially about an enemy Spy! If he were to speak of this to anyone, they might become worried that the Sniper should stop working so hard to win all the battles. They may pass it on to the Announcer, and he could be removed, permanently. This is all he's holding on to when it comes to survival and the outside world, so he will continue to keep his mouth shut about it.

His eyes trail down to his crotch. The thin blanket doesn't fully cover the tent rising steadily down there with every thought about that RED Spy, but thankfully it isn't as bad as most nights. Maybe this one night he could sneak into the shower room and take a clean, quick, cold shower. That would help. It would save himself from having to do his own laundry again.

Throwing the sheet back, the BLU Sniper heaves himself up to his feet. He felt uncomfortable with his jeans rubbing roughly with every movement he made. Biting his lip, the man makes his way out of the room he had been given. It's not like the room wasn't comfy. But the fact being, Sniper didn't like to sleep in a place he is barely in at all. His camper van was taken into repair a few days ago, all thanks to a fucking RED Demoman, throwing a sticky bomb and ruining all of the Sniper's belongings. Thankfully, he didn't have many personal items – he left them all in his parents house before he left for the Team Fortress Headquarters. Now, though, he's thankful for being so close to the showers. Only God would know what would happen if he had to cross such a large area of space before getting to the safety of his base.

Careful not to wake the rest up, the BLU team member crosses some halls, walking past rooms, and finally arrives at his destination. To his dismay, though, there isn't a door to shut himself in. In fear that a Soldier or a Scout might awaken to find a light on, the Sniper keeps his hands away from the light switch, and instead crosses the huge tiled floor, wandering in the dark, before his hand rests on the tiled walls. Closing in one one of the handles to a shower, he twists it, water gradually rushing out of the shower head. Cold liquid sprays over his body, an unintentional shiver shuddering his body. If it's one thing he hated more than that damn RED Spy, it had to be cold showers. This might be the last time he will ever shower in this temperature.

A light shuffle breaks the Sniper out of his small rant in his mind. Startled, he snaps his head over to the source of the noise, but no one stands. There's no place for anyone to hide anyway, so he figures it must be all in his head. It is late, he's tired, and taking a cold shower is ought to make him delusional for the night. Shrugging it off, the BLU leans his weight all onto one leg, willing the erection to go away, trying to conjure images of their Heavy that he'd rather beat his forehead into the wall than think of, waiting until he deems it's safe for him to dry up and go back to bed.

"Ah, mon ami, what are yhou doing up zis late?"

The voice is so out of the spur that the BLU lets out a yelp in surprise, taking a few steps away from where he once stood. No one but himself is in the room, causing the poor Sniper to bite his lip nervously. Had he heard the voice of that French Spy? Or was it another hallucination – something from his dream? The latter seems more believable, but goosebumps rise on his skin anyhow. Had he awakened the BLU Spy? The thought of the slippery French man makes him frown in disapproval. The BLU's Spy isn't nothing more than someone else to annoy him, and he honestly wouldn't want to be caught like this. Blackmail would surely be ensured.

The rush of the water is the only thing making a sound, and the Sniper is now almost convinced there is no one in the showers but himself. Straightening himself out, taking a deep breath, he takes his place back under the water, his hand reaching out to rest on the cold tile. His eyes remain closed, and for a long time, he stands there, pondering. Once his eyes open, he's startled to be staring down into icy cobalt eyes. A second later, thin, pink lips capture his own.

An animalistic part of his mind – one he didn't even know existed until then – urges him to take control and ask questions later. He almost goes with it, too, if not for the water above his head still ice cold, making him uncomfortable. With an irritated groan, the Australian takes a few steps back from both the water and the Spy, glaring daggers at the French man. Dressed in RED, the Spy's lips curl into a teasing smirk, leaning back a little to turn the shower off. Without the rush of the water, everything seems too silent and tense.

"Wot in th' bloodeh hell are yah' doin' here, Spoih?" BLU Sniper growls, wishing right then and there he brought some sort of weapon. It never occurred to him earlier that he could've been ambushed by an enemy, but then again, it must have been after midnight. What would the enemies be doing in each other's bases?

"Nozzing, mon cher."

"Like hell you are."

The RED Spy only smirks wider, "Am I not allowed to vizit my favorite BLU?"

Caught off guard by the statement, the BLU Sniper frowns. "I... I wan' you out of here, RED."

"And if I don't?" Without allowing him to reply, the RED Spy takes short strides towards him and wraps his arms around the taller man's neck. Leaning closer, the Spy leans closer to whisper in his ear, "I know you don't want me to leave, Sniper. ...You moan in your zleep." In that very moment, the Sniper wishes to just disappear in the air. A dark red slips onto his features, and though the Spy doesn't want to admit it, it did make the Australian look so much younger and rather... cute.

"...In that case," before the Spy can comprehend what's going on, the BLU Sniper slams the smaller man against the tiled walls, his hands firmly on the French man's shoulders, both their lips locked in a heated, surprised kiss. At this point, in the BLU's mind, he didn't have a clue what he was doing. Just go by instinct, Sniper thinks. Something's gonna happen either way.

A/N: I suck, I know. :C I've had this document in my folder for the past few months, and I couldn't write the lemon. I swear to God, I couldn't. But I won't leave this unfinished. Probably very soon I'll write the second half of this, so yeah...

This story is dedicated to my father (aka: RED Spy) who has been bugging me about this for the past few months.

I love you, Dad :3

Any mistakes or errors are completely my fault, and please, don't hesitate to point them out. I'll be happy to fix them.