Would You... (SniperSpy)

Would You… (Meme turned story, sniper/spy)

I cried: Hold my hand?

Spy crept silently around the corridor, approaching his target slowly, smiling as he caught the smell of the man in the next room. He side-stepped the creaky floorboards, all too aware of what the consequences for making a sound were. He flipped open his knife, staring at the blade for a moment before letting himself look at the man behind the rifle.
He heard his knife clatter uselessly against the floor, Sniper was crying.
Sniper hissed in surprise, spinning around and knocking the rifle to the floor, “Bloody spook!”
Before the man could do anything spy was next to him, his kukri moved out of arm’s reach. Sniper froze, completely helpless to Spy.
After a few moments of nothing happening he looked back at Spy. He was looking down, Sniper followed his gaze until he saw it, Spy was holding his hand. It wasn’t in restraint or in anger, but something gentler.
“It is alright to cry monsieur.”
He cloaked and Sniper felt the smaller hand leave his own before his nest was quiet again.


I lived next door to you: Study with me?

Sniper grunted as he hefted the weight aside, he had been meaning to clean out the area around his camper for a while. He shuffled around a bit more, discarding various scraps of metal and ammunition shells in a box nearby. No point in wasting them, he was sure engineer could think of a use for them.
He jumped as a knife whizzed past him, lodging itself deeply into a refrigerator behind him, “Wot in tha’ bloody ‘ell?!”
He turned back around to stare angrily at the BLU spy, “I ‘ave a good mind to gut you where ya’ stand.”
Spy regained his composure, the shocked expression dropping to be replaced by his usual sly smile, “We are in a ceasefire bushman, to touch a hair on my head would be violating the rules.”
“I didn’t even know ya’ had hair spook.”
Spy scowled as he laughed, his aggressive stance abandoned, “Don’t get yer panties in a twist, don’ want ya’ breakin’ tha rules.”
Spy stalked up to him and pulled the knife from the fridge door, giving him a look of disdain, “As if I would lower myself to such standards.”
He laughed again, gripping the wrist Spy held his knife with, “So what ya’ doin’ out here anyways?”
“For your information I was practicing-“
“I didn’t know spooks practiced.”
“Oh yes, you believe that we are instantly skilled in every art. Non, I practice. I’m not so proud as to hide that fact.”
“Mind if I practice with ya’?”
Spy froze from his attempts to free his wrist, taken aback, “What was that?”
Sniper let go of the man’s wrist and shrugged, “I need tha’ practice, figured it’d be easier with more than just me.”
Spy looked at him suspiciously for a moment, rubbing his wrist lightly before shrugging as well, the movement more graceful with his smaller and slimmer figure, “I do not see why not.”


I stole something: Keep a secret if I told you one?

Sniper swore; his number one sniper mug was missing. He put down his rifle and stood up, grunting from complaints in his joints, “Where in the bloody ‘ell could it be?”
He rummaged around in the pile beside him, moving aside various pieces of cloth and rubbish. He knew he hadn’t left his mug in there but there was always a chance he had dropped it.
“Why do you obsess over this little mug so much?” He stumbled forward and hit his head against the wall of his nest before spinning around to find the Spy sitting on his crate with the mug held delicately in his hands, “It doesn’t look special, in fact it looks like a mug you would get from a novelty store.”
He lunged forward, Spy easily dodging him as he fell onto the floor with another grunt, “Just give it back! It’s moine!”
“Touchy aren’t we?”
Sniper sighed and sat up, looking at Spy from the floor, “It’s important okay?”
Spy crossed his leg over the other and stared down at Sniper curiously, “I’m waiting.”
Sniper huffed, scooting back until he was leaning against the wall and facing Spy directly, “Aren’t you supposed ta’ be sapping Engie’s turrets?”
“How could I when there are such interesting diversions as you?”
Something clicked in his mind for a moment, but as soon as he tried to grasp it, it slipped away, “Foine, but if you go telling ma’ team or yours for that matter I’ll shove that knoife a’ yours up your arse.”
He contemplated it for a moment, as if discussing some great philosophical question rather than a threat, “Those are acceptable terms.”
He sighed again and reached up, Spy relinquished the mug. He took it in his hands and turned it over, still leant forwards towards Spy, “Oi got this from ma’ mum, I know that doesn’t sound too special but it was when I first told em’ that I was a Sniper. Dad had pretty much disowned me, mum wasn’t too happy either, but she was ma’ mum. She was supportive, even when I blew up at dad. Now whenever I start worryin’ about things I look at ma’ cup and I know that mum will always support me.”
He looked up from the cup and tried to read Spy’s expression, upon failing he sighed, “Ya’ must think I’m some sort of sentimental fool fer-“ he gasped at the thin arms wrapped around his shoulders and the head placed on his shoulder.
“Spook?”
“I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
Sniper tensed, but didn’t object, aware of the proximity of the Spy to his back.
“I, hm. I shouldn’t trust you with this, but late at night, I wonder what having parents is like and wonder if mine would have loved me. It’s nothing really serious, but seeing as you shared something…”
Sniper smiled at the man holding onto him and patted his back comfortingly, “Nah mate, it’s a big thing. Oi know ya’ don’t trust well.”
“I suppose we’re both sentimental old fools.”
He laughed quietly, rubbing Spy’s back, “Feels noice doesn’t it?”
He sighed and shifted underneath Sniper’s hand before admitting to it, “Oui.”


I kissed you: Calm me down?

Spy leaned heavily against the door of Sniper’s nest, watching the man work. He listened to him mumble angrily as he missed another target. He was always like this when he became involved in his work, he had been there for half an hour and Sniper still hadn’t noticed him.
Sniper yelled in frustration and tossed his hat onto the ground, fuming over being humiliated by Scout. Spy smiled gently, creeping into the room and stopping behind him, considering his options, before wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders and resting his chin on his head, “Calm down bushman… You’re going to turn your hair white.”
He heard a grunt beneath him, but didn’t notice any resistance to his presence, “Like that’s gonna matter.”
He reached up and played with Sniper’s hair lazily, feeling it underneath his gloves, “But monsieur, your hair is so, how can I put this… Charming.”
He felt the man beneath him cock his head slightly in questioning but ignored it. He lifted his hand off and pulled his glove off with his teeth, placing it on the crate next to the Sniper before running his bare fingers through Sniper’s hair again.
“Your hair is very soft.”
“Aw don’t be makin’ fun spook.”
“I’m not making fun Sniper; you don’t need to be so serious all the time.”
He leaned his nose down into the soft brown hair and breathed in; he had such a unique scent. He reached down and picked up Sniper’s abused hat, dusting it off lightly before putting it in his lap, remaining wrapped around his back the entire time.
“Oi should probably put moi hat on spook.”
“Non, I like your hair, let it out a bit longer?”
“I could keep it off all tha’ time if it’s that important to ya’.”
“Non, don’t do that either. I want this hair to be just for me.”
Before he knew what he was doing he leant around, cupping Sniper’s chin, and pressed his lips against his.
Sniper jumped in surprise, his eyes widening underneath his glasses. He had taken it too far again, he should’ve thought it out before acting so impulsively, he’s was a spy for god’s sakes he should be able to control hims-
Sniper leant into Spy’s kiss, a strong hand placed on his mask covering the back of his head. His lips were gentle and like his hair, surprisingly soft. The broke away slowly, Spy searching Sniper’s eyes as if some great mystery was hidden in them, “Why?”
Sniper laughed a little, lowering his hand to Spy’s and bringing it down from his chin, squeezing it softly, “Why not?”


I showed up at your house unexpectedly: Cook for me?


Spy looked up from his reports to the knocking at his door, it was rather soft at first, growing in pressure as he waited. He sighed, putting down the papers, there was no point in hiding BLU’s papers from his own teammates. He shuffled over to the door, slightly stiff from the cold and standing up over the desk all night.
“Can I help you?” BLU Sniper was at the door, hands held behind his back.
“I believe I have some business with you.”
Spy raised his eyebrow and stared at the Sniper curiously before sighing and rubbing his temple, “Fine, come in. Don’t touch the papers.”
He came in, closing the door behind him awkwardly while keeping his hands behind him. Spy stared for a moment, Sniper’s hat was covering the upper half of his face and a scarf covered the lower half, muffling his speech.
“You alright mate? You seem a bit troubled.”
Spy frowned again, something was off about Sniper. He watched the man come up to his desk and put whatever was in his hands behind him, avoiding the papers, and manoeuvring so that he still hid the object. He looked up at Spy and cocked his head, Spy was sure he was smiling.
“Sniper, I have a lot to do tonight, and a… previous arrangement to get to. I’d rather not be late.”
“I’m sure your arrangement can wait.” He took off his glasses and laid them behind himself, looking at Spy with deep brown eyes.
“I do not thi- S-sniper?” Spy had dropped a cigarette he was about to light, staring into eyes he had lost himself in regularly.
“’ello luv.”
“How, how did you get in? How did you get a blue uniform?”
Sniper smiled and took off his scarf, holding it in a ball in his hand, “RED’s spook has more than one type of disguise.”
“Your spy has other disguises?”
“Last I checked you only used those masks.” He smiled a bit wider at Spy’s realisation at what he’d meant, “Now come over here and let me say ‘ello properly.”
Spy relaxed, grateful for the distraction from work. He closed the distance between them and leant into Sniper, feeling familiar hands trace up and down his back, “You’ve been working too hard again. I told ya’ spook, you don’t need ta’ do so much.”
“How would I get this sort of treatment if I didn’t?”
He felt more than heard Sniper’s laughter, “You could ask ya’ bloody spook.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He ran his hands up and down Sniper’s chest and smiled to himself at the warmth he gave off.
“Ya’ alright mate? You’re shivering.”
The concern in his voice made the Spy close his eyes slowly, he never realised just how tired he is until he’s in his Sniper’s arms. He felt a hand lift from his back and something wrap around his neck, it was warm and made from wool.
“Made it ma’ self, hope it’s not too ugly fer your tastes.”
“It’s perfect. Don’t be stupid.”
When Spy woke up the next morning Sniper was still there, holding him quietly. He smiled quietly and nuzzled into Sniper’s chest, “Mornin’ beautiful.”
“Good morning mon Amour.”
He felt Sniper shuffle closer, bringing him closer. Sniper made a noise of confusion before laughing, “We never got ta’ eat the soup oi brought over.”
Spy leant up slightly to see the pot of soup still on his desk.


I fell: Love me?

It was sudden when he realised. It wasn’t anything like he’d heard.
He didn’t know exactly when it happened, maybe it was the first time he kissed him, maybe it was the first time he saw Spy bare, not even a mask blocking his face.
Spy’s face was something else; he’d never seen anything like it. It was gentle and soft, but still sharp and dangerous. He didn’t know how Spy managed it; whenever he tried to do anything for Spy it made him look worse. He smiled at the memory of Spy’s insistence that he looked fine even when he had nicked himself badly with Spy’s razor.
He looked down at the man in his arms and moved in closer, burying his nose into Spy’s hair and smelling him. He moaned sleepily and nuzzled into the Sniper’s neck.
He understood why they call it falling in love, it felt like that. His stomach was always light and he felt like he was weightless. But when Spy was gone he felt like he had crashed, like he’d finally reached whatever was at the bottom of the cliff, only to be lifted back up again.
He leant down and brushed his lips against Spy’s ear, “Love ya’ mate.”
Spy was awake now, staring up at Sniper, eyes wide and partly afraid, like he was going to lose something, he whispered softly, “What did you say?”
Sniper softened his smile, leaning in to kiss his forehead, “I said I love ya’”
“You, you love me?” Spy was so quiet, his usual reserved demeanour melted.
Sniper leant back in, his head atop Spy’s as he held him close. He felt Spy’s heart beat furiously inside his chest; he felt Spy’s warm breath against his neck. He knew Spy well enough to know how Spy was feeling, to understand that he needed time.
“It’s alroight if ya’ don’t love me back. Just wanted ya’ to know.”
He pulled back and heard Spy whimper; maybe he didn’t know Spy as well as he thought he did. He looked down and saw Spy hiding his face, shivering slightly, “Aw piss, I’m sorry mate, I didn’t want ta’ hurt ya’. I can take ya’ back to yer base if ya’ want.”
“Non…” His voice was so quiet Sniper could’ve mistaken it for a breeze.
“Spook?”
Spy looked up, his eyes were slightly red but he was smiling, smiling that special smile he only had for Sniper, “Please don’t make me go.”
He smiled again, bringing the smaller man closer and holding onto him as if the slightest wind could blow him away. He felt Spy shiver against him, but he could feel his smile against his chest.
“I… Sniper, I-“
“It’s alroight mate, I know.”
Spy made a small choked noise, they both knew how dangerous this was, but he’d like to think it was one of happiness. He listened to Spy’s murmurings, all in French but their meaning not being lost.
When Spy had calmed, stilled against Sniper’s chest and listening to his heart, Sniper spoke five words that made Spy relax completely in his protective grasp, “I know you love me.”