The first time you and Sniper get familiar with one another, it was so rushed that neither of you really remember it. The time came you two bumped into each other during a intelligence mission, shared a kiss or two and eventually you found yourself backed against the wall in the sewers, Sniper pushing himself into you so fast your head was spinning. How you two didn't get caught was beyond explanation. After that encounter, you two decided it was best to keep encounters between yourselves to a minimal. Even though you were close friends, both being Snipers after all, keeping the reputation of “being a loner” seemed like a good plan at the time.

It was when you found yourself on lonely nights thinking about that first time and getting yourself off that you realized that maybe another visit like that was in order. After all, what you can do alone  is usually more fun with someone else.

This week's mission was Doomsday, set out in a desert. The missions went flawlessly, your team winning the whole things twenty-six to nineteen. Mess hall was full of celebrations, alcohol provided by Demoman and delicious Southern home cooking thanks to Engineer. You and Scout were hanging off of one another, both recalling times in the mission of enemy Spies trying to back stab. Scout was in the middle of one of the good ones.

“Yea, yea! Fuckin' dog grabbed me by my throat, right? Pushed me back in a corner. An' the look on his face when I kicked him in the nuts was amazin'! I... I never laughed so hard in my life.” He took another swig of beer, burping loud right in your ear. You laughed along with him, pushing the boy off of you before falling back onto the dinner table. You already had four beers, enough to make you drunk enough to stagger and slur but you were determined to get even more loopy before the night was done. Demoman was happy to oblige, giving you one of the stronger bottles he had in his stash.

Medic and Heavy were off doing their own thing, the team noting that they were both gone and had been for a while. None of you really cared though. As long as the team was okay with any relationships going on, it was no reason to really cause a fuss about it. Of course, keeping it a secret from the Administrator was a whole different story.

“Scout you, uh... You're so weird.” Your words were mushed together, earning another laugh from him as he stood and stumbled out of the mess hall to his room. You took that as your leave too, waving goodbye to the others left and thanking Demoman for the liquor before stumbling out of the room. You had noticed that Sniper hadn't been around at all after the first few minutes. He just came in, had a drink and left. Whether it be the alcohol or not, you wanted to see him so you managed to saunter your way to where his room was, stopping at the door. It was pretty late, he might have already been asleep. However, that thought never crossed your mind as you started to pound on the door.

“S-Sniper, buddy,” You grinned, taking a moment to drink from the bottle in your hand. “Let me in. Hey.”

Some sounds came from in the room and a light flicked on, the Australian opening the door seconds later. He took one look at you, the bottle, and then shook his head with an amused grin. “Ya light-weight. Can't you hold your sauce better than that?”

“I... don't uh, drink much.”

“Noted. Come on then, come inside.”

You did. Leaning against his frame to support yourself was nice. You noticed he smelled faintly of soap and wondered if he had taken a shower before. Entering the room, the musk of his usual scent filled your nose and you groaned softly, biting your lip. Thankfully, he was taller than you so seeing your face like that was unlikely. He did raise an eyebrow as he shut the door behind you, helping you to the small chair and desk in the corner by his bed.

Sniper made a move to take the bottle from you but you pulled it closer to yourself and took another long drink, smiling stupidly at him after nearly finishing off what was left. “You had your chance to drink, this is mine.”

“Oh c'mon mate. You'll get sick and your hangover is already going to kill you in the mornin'.”

“Come off it, Snipes. I'll be fiiiiine.”

Sniper swiped the bottle from you, finished the last couple of shots and set the bottle on the table. You looked at it then at him with a pout, making him grin more at you instead. The air between you two was silent, you too busy rolling your head around to pay attention to him. Sniper had made his way back to his bed, picking the book that was laying face down back up. After a few minutes of listening to you giggle, he spoke. “So, you want to talk about somethin' or am I just watching you to make sure you won't die?”

It takes some effort to lift your head but once you do, you shift in the chair and look towards the floor. Despite being drunk, you could still easily tell that the need to be close to Sniper was still there. Something in the back of your head made a note that maybe being shitfaced an asking favors wouldn't get you anywhere tonight but your inhibitions were so low you couldn't find it in you to actually care. Still though, part of you managed to keep a good head as you thought of a reply.

“I just miss ya. Y'know, since Teufort, I uh... I miss being around you. An' I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk as shit either, I really, really do miss you. Really. We need to start hanging out again.”

“If this is your way of telling me that you want to get in my pants more often, you're doing a terrible job at hiding it.”

You scoff and grin at him again. “I just don't mean that. You and I are buddies, we used to hang out all the fucking time before we y'know, did the deed. Honestly I'd love to do it again but only if you want of  to.” You hesitate, feeling your face flush. “Even though I uh, I get off on drunken sex, if you don't want to NOW then we can wait until... I'm not as drunk and then fuck then or something if you want.” You hadn't realized you were rambling until you note Sniper moving from his bed over to you again. You look up and meet his eyes, not seeing his hand come up and pat you on your head.

He's smiling at you. It's a fond look, something you've seen before. There's also a hint of something else you can't quite place in his expression. You hope it's lust, you really hope it is and it looks to be right but Sniper's not making a move to do anything about it. “Honestly,” He starts to speak, his tone almost a low whisper. God you love it when he whispers. “I would rather wait until you're sober so you can remember, but if you really want to now I don't mind.”

You blink and he shrugs a shoulder. “Getting tired of my hand to be honest. Only so much it can do.”

Laughing at the blunt statement, you nod at him and stand up, his hands moving to support you around your waist. Once you're on your feet, steady against him, you lean up enough so you're lips are hovering over each other and you give his a playful lick. “The sentiment is shared.”

He wastes no time kissing you, his lips rough but still soft. He tasted just as you remember, a slight cigarette flavor mixed with what you thought was tea. You moan into his mouth, flailing your arms until they were rested behind his neck and he takes the moment to pull you closer, giving you a soft groan back. You feel his arms tighten around you frame as you push forward against him, the kiss breaking as you smile. “Mr. Sniper's getting lucky tonight.”

You hear him chuckle and guide you to the bed, setting you down softly and you watch as he locks the door and begins to unbutton his vest. You find it funny he keeps himself in uniform for so long.

“Lucky indeed. I just hope you can remember in the mornin' because I intend to make this unforgettable.”

Your teeth meet your lip again and you watch him slowly strip before the initiative is taken to start taking your own clothes off too. It's more jumbled for you, Sniper snickering at your attempts to pull your undershirt off. He leans in, pressing his hands to your waist and helps pull it off so you're left bare and the way he chuckles as he pulls back makes you moan. You make a note to attempt to remember that sound.

There's a noticeable bulge in his pants and it doesn't go unnoticed, your gaze  signaling to him that you know he's hard. Sniper grins a little, looking a bit sorry and begins to fumble with his belt buckle. “I uh, actually when I knew it was you at my door, it started to happen. Don't blame me, I just find ya very attractive.”

You pull his belt off and fly to his button, opening his pants in a flash. You hear him gasp and smile up at him, his groan as you reach in and cup his hard-on sending a flush to your face again. You give him a tight squeeze to hear him hiss before moving your hand around softer, his hands moving to tugs his pants down around his ankles. Not used to such bluntness, you retract your hand and opt to stare at his erection before laughing a little bit. “I'm drunk, this is going to be horrible.”

“On the contrary, love, I think you'll be better than before.”

You take the compliment and reach up to grasp at him again, using your hands to rub against his skin. He's big but not enough to scare you, and the warmth was lovely in your hands. Your hands move so he notes to step forward a bit and you take the move as an invitation to lean down and lick the tip of his hardness with enough presser to get him to moan again. Despite being a sniper yourself, you're not good with eye contact so you keep your look focused on what's in front of you, only closing your eyes when you lick your lips and take him into your mouth.

His hands tighten against your shoulders and you feel his hips give a very subtle push. His voice is raspy when it comes out and the sound makes you shudder. “Move mate, move.” You drop a hand to try and undo your pants to no avail but you start bobbing your head just enough to get Sniper to sigh with content. Your tongue wraps around him as much as it can, licking in all the spots it can reach. You know your teeth are grazing him with the occasional hiss but you're sure that if he hated it, he would say something about it. Not that you mind- you're fond of teeth.

His small thrusts are getting more erratic as minutes pass, you somehow managing to get your pants open and by then you're taking him almost all the way into your mouth. You try and keep your gag reflex from kicking, which considering your not-so-sober-state, you do a good job at doing. He grunts your name from his lips, sighing softly and his fingers dig into your back. “I don't... want to finish yet, stop.”

It takes you to stop when he pushes you back onto the bed and you can tell he was right on the brink of orgasm by the look on his face. You chuckle and push your pants off, flinging your underwear somewhere by the door. “That's hot.”

You hear him chuckle, his tongue running over his lips as he leans down and crawls on top of you, a hand running its way up your chest until it reaches a nipple. You gasp louder than you wanted to, leaning into the palm of his hand for more contact, hoping to get more. His hands are rough like his lips, calloused with years of work but you don't mind at all. His other hand reaches your other nipple and starts giving it equal treatment, your breath getting caught in your throat. Everything is spinning and swimming in your head and you let out a loud moan and you press up against his erection again with your leg, muttering under your breath. “Oh fuck.”

He leans his head down, placing kisses along your collarbones to your shoulders, one of your hands reaching up to run through the hair on his head. “Bite me.”

He crooks his head, chuckling softly. “You into that?”

“I am.”

“Fancy that.”

When you asked for a bite, you got one. Sniper sank his teeth into the crook of your neck making you arch and cry out with a shout. The reminder to be quiet is there but chances are you weren't going to remember to do so. You feel Sniper pull back and lick the teeth mark left behind and the throb makes you shiver. There will be a mark there come morning. He follows suit with another hard bite to the shoulder, a hiss coming out between your clenched teeth. It hurt but you loved it. In return you forced his head to the side, sinking your own teeth into his neck and earning a startled cry from the bushman. If you were to have marks, he would have some too.

Long ago had his hands left your chest and you had failed to notice until now that one was supporting your lower back and one was moving towards your legs. No qualms with playing hard to get, your own arousal too great to ignore any longer, you open your legs enough and shift so he can push a finger inside you suddenly. He got straight to the point, something you loved about him. Sniper was pretty blunt when it came to things.

You moan and thrust against his hand, panting softly in his ear as he attaches himself to the other side of your neck, sucking hard and making a deep, dark mark on the surface of your skin. That would be fun to tell the teammates in the morning. You make a note to keep your leg against his erection so that he's getting some attention as you are. It's doing well- he's groaning right in your ear. “Oh yeah, that's good. Keep goin', love.” His fingers worked with vigor inside you, your moans coming out louder than you wanted but Sniper didn't seem to off-put about them. Your fingers dug into his back as he added a second finger and within a few seconds, you were pressing yourself against him, panting in his ear and your leg had abandoned its spot against him. You were nothing but putty in his hands and he seemed to enjoy that a bit too much.

“Oh my god. Fuck!”

Your back arched from the mattress as he struck that one spot you could never seem to reach on your own and he chuckled, his voice heavy and low. His free hand tightened its support on your back and his fingers worked harder. You heard him groan as your nails dug in harder before you finally laid back down onto the bed. Sniper pulled his fingers back, moving his hands to the insides of your thighs. He lowered his head, keeping those intense eyes locked with yours before biting into the soft skin, earning a yelp from you. He followed with another nip and a third after that and your legs shook. “Sniper, I can't- stop teasing, hurry please.” Your head swung to the side as another wave of the swimming sensation took a hold of your body. You moaned and arched at the feeling, moving your hands to grab at the mattress.

“I kind of like teasin' ya though. It's cute.”

“Sniper.”

“But if you insist, I'll not keep ya waitin'. You've been patient enough, love.”

You feel some weight shift and you turn your head up and as suddenly greeted with a passionate kiss, his lips crushing against yours and you waste no time giving it back just as much as he was giving. He pulled back for a short moment, positioning himself against your entrance as you hooked your legs against his waist and gave him a nudge to move. He nods and pushed forward with a sigh, eyebrows knitting together at the tightness around him. You moan loudly and gasp, your hands fumbling around until they grab onto his arms and you shift to get used to having him inside you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah! Oh god yes, I am. I am.”

Sniper chuckles and kisses your cheek, his light stubble brushing against your skin. “Can I move yet? Yer drivin' me crazy.”

You brace yourself and nod, yelping when Sniper finishes pushing himself in. You withdraw when he does but Sniper's a quick man, getting a rough pace going within seconds. You shout his name and rock back against him, meeting his hips as he thrusts forward and his breath's hot against your ear. He's whispering words but you can't seem to understand them despite how much you want to hear what he's speaking to you.

Your arms tangle around his neck and you hold him against you, making him slip his arms around your back and pull you up so that you were in a different position all of a sudden. He's kissing your neck, sucking small spots and you run your fingers though what little hair you could, panting his name over again, begging him to go faster.

Sniper complies and shifts slightly to get a better movement area and soon enough, he's fucking you just as fast as you can handle. His hands are holding your hips and yours are gripping his shoulders and you could hear his ragged breath and the grunts of your name fall from his mouth after a few moments of listening. Your muscles were starting to tighten and you could feel your orgasm building up and it wouldn't be too long before you was going to fall from the edge. Sniper was the same, holding back what he could to make this last as long as possible.

For whatever reason, you forced yourself onto your back and dropped your knees to around Sniper's body again, your arms coming up above your head. You loved gazes for a split moment, embarrassment getting the best of you and you offer a goofy grin and he gives you one back. You wanted to tell him you loved him, you rally did. Something stopped you though- maybe it was fear of attachment. If anyone was to find out about this, and you were sure they would, who knows what would happen. You were just glad to be here with Sniper for the time and you could tell he felt the same.

Sniper made a loud groan, catting your attention and you could tell from the way his eyes were scrunched together that he was on the edge. You smile once more and move your arms to around his neck again, your body rocking with his thrusts and he opens his eyes to look at you up and down. He mumbles something and you groan, pushing back hard.

A final wave of that swimming sensation comes across you again and you moan louder, managing to get his name out and you notice he's panting, the movement of his thrusts are getting erratic and soon your nearly screaming from all the sensations you're feeling at once.

 “Say my name.” He groans, painfully holding your hips by now.

“Sniper...”

The man smiles at you and thrusts hard, grunting softly. “No, love. My real name.”

Your eyes open and you're instantly hitting your orgasm, back arching hard off the bed as you nearly scream his name. “Mundy!!”

“That's the one...” You hear him mutter, thrusting harder until he shouts your name back, his orgasm hitting a few seconds after. Not a few moments pass before he falls on top of you, pushing you back onto the bed. There's a little sweat clinging to the two of you as your chests heave up and down against one another and you can feel how fast his heart is pounding against your body. There's something soothing about it and you wrap your arms around him tight, sighing against his shoulder. Sniper doesn't stir for a few minutes and when he finally does, he kisses you lightly, nuzzling your neck after a few seconds.

The two of you fall asleep together that night and walk out together the next morning.

No one asked about the marks but something told you and Sniper both that no questions needed to be said.

Still though, it was worth every minute.