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"Ah, bugger... Can't find the damn thing..." Sniper tapped his pockets on his sleeveless jacket and his trousers repeatedly, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He grumbled, and annoyed as he was, he rolled his eyes up before rummaging through his belongings in his van, for the billionth time.
"Right then, better find a lighter in the base... Oh, I'll ask Spy." He sighed and put his hat on his head and his glasses on his nose before exiting his van and walking a few yards to the base. He pushed the door open and went to the living room.
"Anyone seen Spy?"
The team was gathered there, watching TV or playing cards.
"Haven't since dinner." Engie answered. "Have you tried knockin' at his door?"
"Nah, I'll go and check. Thanks, Truckie."
Sniper crossed the corridor and took the flight of stairs. He stopped when he faced the door with the knife symbol and gave a quick knock.
"Spook? Spook, you in there?"
He waited but heard no sound apart from the muffled chatter of his colleagues downstairs.
He waited again, but to no avail.
"When you bloody need'im..." Sniper muttered as he spun on his heels and backtracked on his own steps. He exited the base and frowned. Gosh he had really wanted that cig...
As he approached the van, his hands grabbed the ladder at the back automatically and he climbed up to the roof.
" Bonsoir ."
[Good evening.]
"What the bloody hell are you doin' here?!" In his surprise, the Aussie nearly let go of the ladder and fell down. Instead, he finished climbing up and stood on his van's roof. Spy was sitting cross-legged, a cigarette between his lips and a smirk that the moonlight revealed, his teeth flashing in shy pearly white.
"Taking in the view, I believe you do this frequently too." Spy looked up at his tall colleague.
"Y'like watchin' the night sky? You?"
"That is indeed a beautiful sight, although not exactly the one I meant." Spy chuckled and the smoke escaped his thin lips in small clouds.
"Uh-huh..." Sniper sat down next to his colleague.
"But what were you doing far from the vehicle you dare call a dwelling?" Spy asked.
"Lookin' for you actually."
"Ah?" Spy's smile widened. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I got this cig here but can't find my bloody - Spook..."
Spy had taken a cheap plastic lighter out of his pocket and rolled it between his gloved fingers.
"When did you steal it?" Sniper asked.
"Whenever I wanted." Spy chuckled deviously. "You are a man of habits and always put your belongings in precise places. It was not hard to take it."
"You came inside my van and took it from my kitchen top?" Sniper asked.
"Ah but you can only blame yourself. Your lock is so easy to pick, it was practically an invitation for me." Spy bent on his side and rolled his gloved thumb on the lighter, switching it on.
Sniper grumbled but the cigarette back between his lips before getting closer to Spy's hand.
"Oi! I thought you wanted to light it?!"
Spy had backed off quickly and the lighter went off.
"I did!" The Frenchman answered, "Until I realised that you were about to inhale the poisonous fumes...."
"A cig's a cig!" Sniper cut him.
"...of cheapness. Ugh!" Spy wiggled his shoulders in disgust. He turned to Sniper, snatched the cigarette from his lips and threw it away in the desert.
"Oi! You're gonna have to pay it back, Spook, I swear! It was my last one!"
Spy rolled his eyes and fetched his cigarette case from his breast pocket. He flipped it open, took one, and stuck it between Sniper's lips, which shut him up efficiently.
"Here." Spy said and lit it up. "At least, smoke something that has some taste..."
"It did, before you threw it away."
"...for me."
Sniper rolled his eyes and took the first drag of it. Oh yes, that was Spy's cigarettes alright. Menthol, nice and ridiculously expensive.
"You are welcome, Bushman."
"Mh-hm, yeah, thanks."
Spy took Sniper's cheap lighter and slid it inside the marksman's sleeveless jacket, before lightly tapping it with his hand, as if to say that it wouldn't go anywhere now.
"Hm." Spy's hand lingered for a second on his colleague's chest, and Sniper looked down at him.
"You alright?"
"Oui." Spy removed his hand and faced the desert again. "So you do come on your rooftop to watch the stars often, hm?"
"Yeah, it happens."
"If you think that one day their layout in the sky will change, I am afraid to tell you that it will not." Spy took a drag of his cigarette.
"What?" Sniper turned his head to his colleague and seeing Spy's eyes smile along with his lips, it made him grin too. "Shut up....!"
"Not a chance." Spy chimed back.
"Also, how d'you know I come here often?"
"I have my sources."
"You have people spyin' on me?"
"Oh, just one." Spy answered. "The best of his kind, the handsome rogue if any ever existed."
"You stalker."
"You asked me to."
"I asked you to spy on me?!"
"Oui."
"No! I never did!"
"Oui, you did." Spy nodded with his grin still stuck on his lips.
"When?!" Sniper asked.
"When you parked here." Spy answered.
"What?!"
"Right below my windows." Spy almost sang.
"I didn't do it on purpose, you wanker..."
"But you nevertheless did."
"Yeah, and I'm regrettin' it now."
"Non, you are not."
"Yeah, I am! Now I've got to deal with the bastard in a suit from the opposite team who wants to stick his tiny knife up my back, and his copy from my team who's stalkin' me!"
"I assure you my counterpart and I are very different."
"Well I guess he doesn't stalk me, yeah."
Spy chuckled.
"Non, I do not believe so."
"Yeah, you'd know if he did, eh? Got your eyes and ears everywhere... You bloody mouse."
"Mouse?"
"Yeah, you're tiny."
"Isn't the insult 'rat' in English?" Spy asked.
"Yeah..." Sniper crushed the cigarette end and threw its butt away. Spy copied him. "But eh..."
"The truth is that you do not want to insult me because in the end, you do enjoy my company." Spy calmly said, his eyes raised to the sky.
"Maybe."
"Most certainly." Spy uncrossed his legs and let them flow in front of him. Sniper watched as the thin, match-stick, pin-stripe legs stretched next to him.
"Something is bothering you with my clothes maybe?" Spy asked when Sniper's gaze failed to move away from his thighs. "You do not like stripes, perhaps?" He mocked the Aussie for his lack of sense of style all the time and this was a perfect opportunity.
"Yeah, nah. I was just thinkin' that yer legs were awfully thin. How d'you stand up on two twigs like that?"
"At least my two twigs , as you call my legs, end somewhere."
"What?!"
"Yours are so long they might as well end in California."
"We're in New Mexico, you wanker! California isn't exactly next door!"
"My point exactly." Spy triumphantly said. "I see you know your basics in geography."
"You callin' me stupid now?"
"I guess it makes sense for someone whose legs can be in different states..."
"Spook..."
"Oui?"
Their eyes and both burst out laughing.
"Gosh, you're a nuisance." Sniper shook his head before looking at Spy.
"One of my many talents, oui." The Frenchman answered and snatched Sniper's hat off his head.
"Oi!"
"You don't need this and it suits me much better." Spy dropped it on his own head before adjusting it, a little bit crooked, on the side. "And you agree with me, fantastic!"
"No, I don't! You look ridiculous with it!"
"You are a poor liar."
"Yeah, next to you? No doubt...! Still, gimme me my hat back-!" Sniper bent on his side to reach and grab his hat back, but Spy leaned away more and more until-
"Oof!"
Both ended up lying down, with Sniper on top of Spy.
"Admit it. You like what you see." Spy maliciously said.
"You don't look too bad." Sniper said and took the hat back, making Spy raise a malicious eyebrow.
"I was right then."
"But," Sniper went on. "I still don't see a thing from your face." He put the hat back on his head but Spy took it again.
"You see enough, and you have good eyes, very good eyes."
"Admit it." Sniper said, his face a few inches away from Spy's. "You like what you see too." He quoted the Frenchman and Spy's chest fluttered. "You bastard." He added, for good measure.
"I might." Spy played along. "But what makes you say that, hm?"
"I'm on top of you and you haven't killed me yet for my dirty hands so close to your suit."
"Ah, but maybe your dirty hands are not a problem? Perhaps, they are even a stroke of luck?"
"Are they?" Sniper asked.
Spy shifted underneath Sniper and the Aussie thought that he wanted him off of him.
"Oh." Was Sniper's answer when he understood that it was one of Spy's twig-like legs wrapping around him. "Y'like my hands then, Spook, huh?"
"I might."
"Anythin' else you like?"
"Why? Are you willing to give me whatever I fancy?" Spy's gloved fingers went to take Sniper's glasses off of him. But contrary to the hat, the fingers were slow, delicate this time.
"I might." Sniper quoted Spy again and the Frenchman chuckled.
"I would tell you more but for this transaction to be fair, you need to tell me something that you like in me ." Spy put the yellow-tinted aviators on and Sniper's lips parted, before a sharp and pointy canine bit his lower lip.
"I like..." Sniper started and his rough fingers went to Spy's chin. "Your jaw."
"My jaw? Interesting, pray tell me more."
"It's almost like a sheila's jaw... Your eyes too." Sniper could now take a chance to look at them from up close. "You got very long eyelashes. 's beautiful."
Spy chuckled from the bottom of his throat. It was arrogant, it was contemptful, but it tickled Sniper's ears like rarely anything else did.
The Frenchman laced his arms around the Aussie's neck, two velvety, pin-stripe snakes slithering around Sniper's neck.
"What are you doin', Spook, hm?"
" Taking in the view ." The Frenchman repeated, his ice, grey eyes looking deep into Sniper's lagoon ones.
"Pfff, liar."
"I am not lying."
"Prove it, then." Sniper wiggled his eyebrows.
"Come here." Spy pulled his colleague closer and their lips met.
It started shy, slow and mellow, a way that Spy initiated and he got surprised to see that Sniper followed. It was only a gentle press of the lips and then Sniper took the initiative of taking Spy's upper lip between his.
"Oh..."
Sniper took that jaw in his hand, delicately, and Spy's delight escaped his lips before he giggled low.
"Find my kissin' funny, huh?"
"Non, not at all."
"Why're you laughin' then?"
"Because I am surprised."
"By what?"
"I thought that a wild man born and raised in a bush like you did not know how to kiss." Spy mocked him.
"Oi, got my fair share of experience, eh? And I've never been called a bad kisser."
"Yet." Spy added.
"Shut up, you liked my kiss."
"I might have, oui."
"But you proved nothin' to me." Sniper withdrew and sat next to Spy again, leaving his hat and sunglasses with the Frenchman.
"What?" Spy sat up in a flash.
"I asked you to prove to me that you weren't lyin'. But you didn't."
"Was the kiss not enough?" Spy asked, slightly irritated that his seducing maneuver failed.
"I'm sure you've kissed shit tons of people you didn't care about before. So yeah, it proves nothin'." Sniper wasn't even looking at Spy and was staring in front of him, far away, at the horizon line that he couldn't see in the dead of night.
"Hm." Spy stood up and went to the ladder behind Sniper. He slid down and his heels touched the ground without a sound. Sniper stayed on his van's roof for a while, lost in thought. He was frowning. Why? He did not know if he wanted more, or less with Spy. Did he want to go further or was he regretting sharing that kiss?
The truth was that Sniper did not get close to someone if they did not matter to him. He never understood one night stands and the like. Nah, if he touched someone, it was because they count.
And Spy counted.
But he was gone now. The slitherin' bastard might have wanted someone to warm his bed or somethin'. Go figure...
Sniper sighed and climbed down the ladder. He entered the van and switched the light on before slipping out of his clothes, staying only in a tanktop and boxer shorts.
"Huh?"
The light went off. Sniper frowned and went to the switch to test the light bulb out. The light came back on. Huh, curious.
"What the-?"
The light went off again. Sniper took a deep breath and-
"I swear..." He shook his head. As he had taken a deep breath, the faint smell of menthol cigarettes and absurdly pricey perfume tickled Sniper's nostrils. "Spy, stop it."
"But I am not doing anything."
Sniper turned his head to where the voice had come from, his bed. Spy was sitting on it with his shoes in his hand.
"Get out."
"Non."
"I'm not gonna spend a night with you just cause you're in the mood or somethin'. Go find someone else."
"Non, and why not?" Spy dropped his shoes from the bed to the floor, Sniper sighed.
"Cause I'm not like that."
"You are not like what?"
"I don't sleep with people like that."
"But you asked me something." Spy answered.
"What?"
"Give me a chance to prove to you that the view I was taking all along, was not that of the sky."
Sniper put his hands on his hips before one ruffled his hair like a reflex.
"You're not gonna leave before you do it anyway, so go on then, show me."
Spy's face lit up.
"You have to switch the light off first."
"What?"
"Come on, I don't have all day."
"Uh..." Sniper flipped the switch and the light went off. "Anythin' else?" He asked, impatient and irritated.
"You sit on the bed."
"Alright." Spy came off of it and Sniper replaced him.
"Now what?"
"Now, you watch ."
In the darkness, Sniper could hardly see more than Spy's silhouette sharply cut by the lights coming from the base and filtering through his cheap, plastic blinds.
The Frenchman removed his jacket, he dropped it on the floor. He then undid his tie and let it slither down his thin silhouette. Then came the shirt, before Sniper heard the buckle of the Frenchman's belt.
"Spook, what are you-mh?!" Spy quickly put his index on Sniper's lip.
"Shhhh... You watch ."
Spy went back to his belt. Sniper heard the zipper of his trousers glide open and gosh... Spy's legs... They were... something. The shape of Spy's waist was... tempting. The man was thin but his waist was even thinner than what Sniper thought and his hips were barely wider.
"What the bloody hell...?"
Spy turned to give Sniper his profile and the Aussie's jaw dropped. There were curves that the Aussie had not expected at all. Spy's chest and his backside, the curve of his thighs, his thin shins...
"Spy are you-mh?!" Spy's finger came back to Sniper's lips.
"Believe me, you do not want me to repeat myself."
Sniper's heart was beating a samba and he weakly nodded.
"Do you have a night lamp somewhere here?"
Sniper nodded again.
"Turn it on."
The Aussie reached for the button and pushed it. When he turned back to Spy, his pupils blew wide.
"Gosh..."
The bastard had been wearing lingerie! Since when?! Did he do that to everyone he wanted to stuff in his bed?! Was it for Sniper? Was it-?
"Uh..."
Black laces, a black bra and matching panties. Of course, the devil had kept the mask but.
"Spy, is it a disguise or are you really-?"
"Endowed with a female body? Non," She chuckled. "This is really me." She answered. "And one of the many reasons why the other Spy and I are so different. His body is male, mine is female."
"But you sound like a bloke, I mean...?"
" Oh, my apologies, mon amour . I play this comedy so often that I forget my original voice." Spy's feminine voice sent a rush of hot blood where Sniper put a cushion to hide it, on his lap.
"Oh, I see I have captured your interest." Spy chimed. "But." She raised a gloved index finger. "I still haven't fulfilled your request."
"I-I think I've seen enough, Spook. If you wanna go, you-"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Spy shook his head. "Non, absolutely not. I shall not leave before you are convinced that what you lay your eyes upon is my gift for you."
"A gift?"
" Oui ." The French woman approached with a cat-like gait and equally feline eyes.
"Why a gift? I mean, why're you offerin' me somethin'?"
Spy climbed on the bed and pushed Sniper to lie.
"Because I have been dreaming of this for far too long, and I think that you have too." Spy whispered as she lay on Sniper's body. "From now on, I need your permission."
"My permission? For what?"
"To proceed at my leisure. Or perhaps you prefer to do it yourself?"
"You'd let me?"
"Mh-hm. Why not?" Spy said as she bit her gloves to remove them. "After all, I have just told you." She threw the gloves away and removed the hat and sunglasses that she delicately put on the floor before getting her lips closer to Sniper's ear. " I want you, and do not ever think that you can lie to me and tell me that you do not want me too.".
"Then I'll bloody take you." Sniper's hands found Spy's hips in a flash and he kissed her with an open mouth.
Rough fingers, dirty nails scratching what skin they could reach between the laces. Spy had of course added the French to the kiss and found that Sniper's tongue was receptive and well trained.
"Mon Dieu... Your hands..."
"Hold on, I'm too hot, I need my clothes off." Sniper stripped from his old tanktop in a flash and pulled Spy again into a hot, wet kiss. "How did you know...?" He breathed between two licks.
"Oh - About what?"
"The lingerie - bugger -" Sniper's crotch was woken up and aware of Spy's grinding.
The French woman chuckled.
"I told you, I see you from below my windows - ah -" Sniper rolled to tower Spy and kissed her ear, playfully biting its shell. "I-I see you... Even when you... Indulge yourself... I know when you do it and - ah, Sniper... - I..."
"You watch me wank, huh?" Sniper went to the laces on Spy's shoulders and bit them before pulling. The textile was ripped apart and he hungrily slipped a hand behind Spy's back to unclip the bra.
"I... It happens - Mon Dieu, if I had known you would be so hungry..."
Sniper laughed with his gravelly voice.
"You like watchin' me, huh?"
"N-non, not like that, I just..."
"C'mon, princess, be honest now, huh?" Sniper's whispers were even more husky than his usual voice. "Unless you don't like it if I call you that? I mean… If you're a bloke then-"
"Shh…" Spy put her index on the Aussie's lips. "I am a woman but this occupation was only for men, so I had to compromise."
"Paulin' and the Admin don't know?"
"Non, why should they?" Spy scoffed and Sniper smirked.
"But your stubble and everythin'...?"
"Make-up, Sniper." Spy winked.
"Make-up, heh? Gosh…" Sniper chuckled. "You're somethin' else, Spook. And let's come back to that bit about you watchin' me havin' a wank, huh?"
"I find you handsome when you do it and... Oh! Sniper!" Spy grasped her lover's hair and pulled him closer to her breast as Sniper's tongue licked and covered in long and languid stripes of wetness. Spy arched her back and mewled when the Aussie found the two perky, pink nubs standing at attention, begging for attention.
He took one between his teeth and the other between his fingers, sucking the first, taking as much of Spy's breast as he could, and rolling the other between his calloused fingers. Spy closed his eyes and let herself be taken, her body pushed deeper into the mattress by Sniper's weight.
"O-oui... Sniper..."
Sniper let go of Spy's breast with a lewd 'pop'.
"What? What is it, Princess? Tell me..."
"Come here!" Spy pulled Sniper's head back to her lips and kissed wetly. Her hands slid along Sniper's back, pulling and scratching at the scars, her pelvis looking for Sniper's and grinding. "R-remove my underwear and... And you will have your answer." Spy's breath was syncopated by Sniper stealing her lips lustfully and massaging her breasts with eager palms.
"Alright then..." Sniper added a kiss on Spy's lip that ended up with him tugging and the French woman's bottom lip.
"Oh, please...?"
"Please, what?" Sniper growled. "Use yer words now, you lyin' prick of a sheila."
Spy smiled. She liked it, not finding her words, having lost her breath and all of it caused and led by Sniper with his big, rough hands, his chapped lips and his bruising teeth.
"Please, do it, remove my underwear!" Spy demanded and dug her nails in Sniper's back as the Aussie's mouth was in her neck. The low chuckle Sniper gave sent shivers down Spy's spine.
"First, we gotta flip you over." Sniper gently put his hands on Spy's hips as he sat up and rolled the woman on her stomach. Then he grabbed the underwear and rolled it down, following the curve of Spy's backside, her thighs and it slipped off her legs before Sniper removed it.
Spy grabbed the Aussie's pillow and buried her head in it. The scent was a mix of Sniper's sorry excuse for a cologne, mingling with a faint smell of shampoo. The French woman took a deep breath of it, unconsciously rolling her hips as she did. Seeing that it had been a few seconds that Sniper hadn't put his hand back on her, Spy looked behind her and what she saw punched her guts.
"Oh, yeah..." Sniper was smelling the Frenchman's underwear as he had one hand in his own boxer shorts, pumping his length. His nose was deep in his palm, inhaling the smell of Spy's arousal.
"I did not know you had a thing for smells." Spy said and it pulled Sniper out of his wank.
The Aussie put the black, laced panties away and looked at Spy, his eyes black with lust.
"Gotta see somethin'..." He took Spy's leg and peppered kisses and lovebites all along the thigh until he pushed both Spy's legs apart. The French woman propped herself up on her elbows.
"You really are a sheila..." Sniper concluded after examining Spy's crotch.
"Disappointed?"
"Surprised. And uh... Hold on..." Sniper saw something glistening along Spy's inner thigh. He lay on his stomach and got his face closer to it. "Scrap that, I ain't surprised at all."
"Oh?"
"You've been drippin' wet, sheila."
"I..." Spy wanted to reply fast, something witty that would make Sniper just - oh and merde, to hell with it! It's not like there was much left to lie about it. "Oui, I am."
"Why?"
"I told you, I have been wanting to spend a torrid night of love with you since for-ah-!" Spy jerked her head forward. "Did you just-?!"
Sniper rolled his tongue in his mouth after licking that thin thread of obscene wetness that had been dripping down Spy's thigh. He let its flavour invade his mouth, his palate, under his tongue... And he liked the taste of it.
"Are you still...?" Sniper got a finger close to Spy's entrance and swiped it along the slit. "Gosh, you're still wet..."
"Does this finally answer your request?" Spy asked.
"What?"
"You asked me to prove to you that all I was after was really you, Sniper. Does this..." Spy opened her legs wider and Sniper saw the wetness between the parting folds glisten under the yellow light of the night lamp. "Does this answer you?"
"Tell me." Sniper said.
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me you're only like this for me and no one else."
"Not the sharing type?"
"No. If I take you, you're mine. Otherwise, I won't and you can get out of here before I do anythin' more."
Spy rolled back on her back.
Sniper looked at Spy's nether regions again. No long comet with two twin stars, it was all female.
"There is no one else on this team, the other, this desert or beyond that has the ability to remind me that my body is weak like you do." Spy answered. "For no one else would I do this..."
The French woman sat up and pushed Sniper to lie down.
"Oh?"
The Aussie let her do and in a flash, Spy's mouth was on his nipples, playing, flicking it with his tongue. Next the French woman went to bite at Sniper's belly, his love for beer making it easy to grasp between his teeth. But soon, she bit at the elastic band of Sniper's taut boxer shorts and pulled them down.
The Aussie chuckled low from his throat and raised his arms up before laying his hands under his head, using them to rest and look down at Spy.
"My, my, look who's in the mood as all hell, huh?" The raspy voice said and Spy's pupils dilated when Sniper's member sprang free of his underwear, bumping on his stomach. It was perfect, long, thick and mon Dieu that little bush of curly, black hairs, Spy needed it.
The French woman threw the boxer shorts away and buried her head in it. Kissing and taking the smell that she could only imagine from her window, when she had watched Sniper indulge himself, countless times and again.
"Got a thing for smells too, eh?"
"Your stench, it's..."
"It's what? Not gonna tell me it's disgustin' when you take it in like you want nothin' else in the world. Look at you... You've been wantin' this for a long, long time, eh, baby?"
"Do not call me that." Spy pushed Sniper's member and sank to lap at what his member had hidden underneath.
"Ooh- yeah, just like that..." Sniper closed his eyes and his brow furrowed. "So I can't call you baby but 'Princess' is fine, huh?"
Spy took them in her mouth and started sucking. They were hairy, and everything like the wild man that Sniper was. But that's how she liked it. She liked her men to be virile, as far away from femininity as possible, hairy, voice deep and a big body. Sniper ticked every box…
"You dirty thing, you love all this, don't you?" Sniper growled and Spy frowned, trying to keep her composure. "Show me then, Princess, show me there's only me and I'll take you the way you need."
"And how would that be?" Spy let go of Sniper's balls with a lewd 'pop' sound that slapped Sniper's eardrums as the pleasure of it rushed in his blood.
"Like the filthy, needy thing you are. I'll take you and if you rile me up good, I'll break you and you won't be able to walk tomorrow."
Each and every word was perfect for Spy. This was exactly what she wanted.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked, not in her arrogant usual way, no, Spy was begging to please. Sniper smirked and tilted his head.
"Show me what you can do, yeah? We'll see."
"Is that all?" Spy chuckled, finding her arrogance back, or what little was left of it.
"You do what you want, baby. If you want me to bugger you until yer legs won't carry you, you gotta show me. Also, keep in mind what I told you." Sniper chimed.
"And that is...?" Spy asked.
"Once I take you, you're mine."
"Meaning I won't be able to see other men? And what are you going to do about it? Run away and shoot my head from a distance?" Spy scoffed.
"Nah," Sniper chuckled. "If you've watched me wankin', then you know me."
"Oh I do. I have seen your impressive stamina and patience. Your long weekend, uhm, sessions are a delight. I share them with you every Saturday evening."
"Y'sound impressed." Sniper proudly said.
"Oh, I am. But enough with the speeches." Spy said.
"Ran out of patience already?" Sniper mocked her.
"Ages ago, oui." Spy answered. "But let me tell you something..." The French woman walked on all four towards Sniper's head, towering him. "If you need proof that what I mean with you is no game, here." Spy put a hand on her masked head and pulled the thing up and away in one swift move. Luscious, long, black locks fell on her shoulders and Sniper wondered how on Earth it could all fit under the mask. The front lock and the temples were greying beautifully, shining in silver under the night lamp. "Are you convinced now?"
"You're on the right path, yeah." Sniper answered. "Also," He pulled Spy by her chin even closer to his face. " You're gorgeous, darl'."
And he pushed his lips against Spy's. Ha! The French woman was so taken aback that her eyes watered up. The way Sniper had said it... It wasn't mocking, it wasn't degrading, it was… sweet .
When their lips parted, Spy immediately flipped the switch of the night lamp off.
"Oh, what is it?" Sniper asked.
"Sniper, you do not understand." Spy lay on him and buried her head in Sniper's hairy chest.
"Then tell me, Spook."
"It is... delicate."
"Alright, I promise I won't mock you, go ahead."
Spy pushed herself to go to Sniper's ear and whispered, barely loud enough for Sniper to hear. "I... Not only have I watched you... I..." Spy slid her naked fingers in Sniper's hair and the Aussie gently wrapped his arms around her, brushing her back softly. " I love you, Sniper. I have been in love with you for a while."
"Look at me, gorgeous." Sniper switched the light back on. He cupped Spy's face in his hands and pulled her such that their foreheads were touching. "All I've been thinkin' about while wankin' was you. This thing for lingerie, I only got it after I met you. I never liked stuff like that. But you... You put funny tastes in my head, and I didn't even know you were a sheila."
They both smiled.
"Does that mean that you hold feelings for me too?" Spy asked.
"For someone who's used to lies and half-truths all the time, you're not gettin' it fast, Spook: of course I do. And this body of yours, it's... Gosh, it's a gift alright... Now, c'mere."
Their lips met again, but this time, it was different. It was not just a kiss of lust, but a kiss of love.
"Now, let me just..." Sniper rolled and pushed Spy on the bed. The French woman was now lying underneath him. Sniper peppered kisses from Spy's lips, to her jaw, her neck, her chest, her nipples that he gave a gentle tug to, and then, Spy's belly. It was very lean and the skin was so soft. Sniper kissed it as delicately as he could, brushing Spy's sides with his hands. When they reached his hips, Spy parted her legs wider.
"Alright, close your eyes."
Spy obeyed and waited. Sniper gently pushed Spy to roll on her belly again and once it was done, he wasted no time and took two handfuls of Spy's backside to knead.
"Oh, Sniper..."
"Mundy. Name's Mundy, baby. Can I call you my baby girl or is that...?"
"You may call me however you wish. From your lips, any word is a blessing."
"I just wanna make sure I'm not offendin' you or anythin'." Sniper's hands were massaging, pulling Spy's cheeks apart before pushing them back together and pressing some hot kisses on the plush flesh.
"You are not… I have a weakness for such pet names, ah-..."
"And I love you, gorgeous."
On these words, Sniper spread Spy's cheeks wide and buried his head in it all. He licked the dripping slick, pushing Spy's folds open with his tongue, lapping up and down before he dragged his tongue on both of Spy's entrances.
"Mon Dieu, Mundy!"
Ooh, hearing herself moan Sniper's name with the French accent and the feminine voice made Spy bury her head harder in Sniper's pillow. The Aussie lapped Spy's juices gently, yet firmly. He spread her cheeks wide again and dipped his tongue where it was all coming from. He wanted more, he was still thirsty. Meanwhile Spy's thighs were spasming from time to time, her moans rising louder and more lewd than before. Sniper loved hearing her but it was all muffled by the pillow.
"Spy?"
"Non."
"What?" Sniper frowned.
"Leila. My name is... Leila."
"Oh... Leila?" He asked and the way Sniper's accent gnawed on the vowels was a delicacy for Spy's ears.
"Oui?"
"I wanna hear you, Princess... Please?"
"Of course." Leila removed the pillow and Mundy went back to eating her out with abandon, forgetting his breath and even his hard masculinity.
"M-Mundy?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you." Sniper climbed back up and Spy rolled to face him. "Oh?" She stopped right before kissing Mundy.
"What? There's a problem?"
Spy smiled.
"Your face is a wet mess." She chuckled. Spy could see Sniper's nose, his chin and even part of his slim cheeks were wet.
"Not my fault you're so wet, eh? Had to spend some time cleanin' you up a bit."
"You didn't have to, and of course it is your fault if I am so eager. You are so handsome, virile, wild... I love all of it."
"Glad you like it, baby, really... Hold on, I'll wipe the mess." Sniper extended his arm to reach for his tissues but Spy wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down in a kiss anyway, and it did not matter anymore.
"Mmmh... You taste amazin' everywhere, you beaut'... Oh? Thanks but I can wipe it...?"
Spy was holding Sniper's head in his slim hands and was licking herself off of Sniper's face.
"Gosh, Leila..." Seeing and feeling Spy tasting herself on Sniper's face made the Aussie's member throb.
"Let me reciprocate now, mon amour." Spy rolled and went down Sniper to take his masculinity in. She gently lapped all the length, slicking it up nicely before wrapping her lips around it and sucking at the tip, licking at the head lazily and letting her tongue tickle the Aussie's leaking slit.
"I am not the only one who is wet, hm?"
"Oh, Gosh, how d'you do this... Ah-hah..." Mundy hissed as Leila's expert mouth was treating the Aussie's member with the love that he rarely felt before.
"You like this?" Leila licked and palmed at what the Aussie's member hid below gently.
"Bloody-yeah! Oh, Sp-Leila, yeah, just like that..."
Leila started bobbing her head up and down in rhythm, with one hand on the base of Mundy's member and the other fondling below.
"Your taste is marvelous..." She said, taking a break for some air.
"Oh, God... I'm... I'm happy you like it, it's all yours... Everythin'... I-I'm yours, you sexy devil..."
"Entirely?" Leila asked.
"Yeah, bloody everythin'."
"Everything, everything ?" Spy asked again.
"Yeah... Why?" Sniper opened his eyes and looked down, feeling that something was up with his lover. He was not wrong.
"Well, I would like you to turn on your stomach."
"Y'like my arse?" Mundy smirked. "Been lookin' at it much?"
"All the time." Leila answered.
"Right then, here it is..." Mundy flipped on his stomach and propped himself on his elbows.
"I understand that you have had your fair share of encounters, with women and men, correct?" Leila asked.
"Yeah."
"With men, were you ever on the receiving end?"
Sniper's eyebrows jumped.
"Happened sometimes, only when I like the bloke."
"May I proceed at my leisure, then?"
Sniper turned his neck enough to see Spy.
"You do whatever you want, luv'. Told you, I'm yours."
"In that case..." Spy kneaded Sniper's backside and did not waste time to kiss, bite and lick.
"Fuckin' hell..."
"It has been a long time since last time, hm?"
"Too long..." Mundy answered.
Lucien chuckled.
"Do not worry, I shall take care of you..." Leila kissed and lapped and Mundy's breath followed her ministrations until the French woman pulled the cheeks apart and started lapping slowly and lasciviously at Sniper's entrance.
" Fuck-in' hell...!"
Spy smiled and flicked her tongue at the tight ring of muscles, circling it and flicking up and down rapidly.
"Gosh, Leila... Feels good..."
"This is nothing." Leila slicked her thumb with her spit and gently circled the ring of muscles again. "May I...?"
"Gosh, just do it already..."
She pushed it in and Mundy tried to relax his lower body. The French woman went slowly, knuckle after knuckle. When she managed to put her index and middle finger, she started scissoring inside, to loosen the Aussie up. His rales and groans kept on making Spy more and more wet. Soon, the slick dripped down hee thighs again.
Seeing such a big man melt and even drool on the mattress, reduced to mumbles and grunts was an absolute delight. Eventually, Spy curled her fingers and started rubbing where she knew it would have the most effect.
"Fuck-!"
She grinned maliciously. Ha, easy to find and Sniper's hips jolting just showed how sensitive he was on the inside. Spy kept rubbing it slowly, pushing her fingers in and out, Sniper moaning mono-syllables and curses in rhythm.
"L-Leila... Stop, I... I don't wanna come yet... Don't make me... Please... I wanna take you first..."
Leila gently removed her fingers and kissed Sniper's arse one last time.
"Please do." She answered.
Mundy took a second to catch his breath and took Leila to pull her down to the mattress with him. They were both laying on their sides, lazily kissing, pulling each other closer. Their legs swooshed on the bed, along each other's and Mundy dipped a hand down.
"Mmh... You're so wet again..."
Leila pumped her hand on Mundy and found her fingers coated in Mundy's excitement.
"So are you..."
They lazily giggled and licked each other's tongues, the lapping noises resounded in the van, their skin was glistening with sweat.
"C'mere."
Mundy rolled to be on top of her and reached for a square packet.
"You do not need it."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely."
"You'd let me take you raw?"
"More than that, Mundy, I am begging you to."
The Aussie threw the plastic pack away and dived down to her lips.
"Alright then..."
Leila opened his thighs and took Mundy's member herself. She positioned it, making sure to let it brush against her sensitive nub and shiver, before pushing it down to her entrance. The Aussie gently rolled his hips as he pushed his lips harder against Leila.
The French woman wrapped his arms around the Aussie's back, raking and scratching, pulling him in for more.
"Gosh you're hot and so bloody wet down there... Orh..."
"More please, deeper, I need all of you, please!"
Mundy pushed himself to the hilt and Leila cried out of pleasure to feel so full. And full of whom, hm? Mundy.
"Breathe, luv', take your time, I won't move until you tell me... Oh, baby girl... You feel amazin'..."
"P-please, take me... I beg you... Take me like you said..."
"You sure?"
"Oui, please?"
"Alright." Sniper pulled his hips back and pushed them back in, in one go.
"Oui!" Leila cried out.
And Mundy started thrusting, pumping, he couldn't help but grunt in rhythm and grit his teeth. Leila was so wet that the obscene wet squelching sounds covered that of the van's suspension, suffering in rhythm with Mundy's powerful hips. Leila wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and Mundy pushed his forehead against her.
"Oh-God-yeah... Listen to the sound... So-bloody-hot... Never heard a sheila so wet before..."
Spy's jaw had loosened and all that was coming out of it was "ahs" and "ohs".
"Need to take you different... Need to take you..." Sniper breathed hard and repeated, chanted even. He flipped Spy on her stomach and penetrated her again, looking down and seeing his glistening member disappear in Spy sent his mind on orbit...
He lay on the French woman's back, covering her body entirely and just moved his hips, rutting inside Spy, hitting all the right spots. Mundy bit Leila's shoulder from behind and wrapped a hand around her throat. The French woman cried out in pleasure again and again.
"Listen... Been wantin' to shag you for a while but this... This is even better... Knowin' that you love me and I love you... And Gosh! How can you be so fuckin' wet-?!"
"Y-you! It's you...!" Spy's eyes were shut and she revelled in Sniper's powerful moves. The slapping of skin against skin rose as loud as the wet sounds.
"Like it when I hold you like this?"
"O-oui... It is my... favourite position actually-ah!"
"Bloody hell... Me too... C'mere..." Sniper pulled Spy to sit up on her knees, his masculinity never leaving Spy's insides.
Mundy slid his other hand down Leila's body, on the front, as he drilled his hips relentlessly. He slid his fingers on Leila's sensitive nub and rubbed it in rhythm.
"Ah! Mundy! M-Mundy! Mundy!"
"Shhh... You just enjoy, baby... Like what you feel?"
Spy nodded frantically.
"I love it too, gorgeous."
"Mundy, I will... I will come soon... Please..."
"That's my girl... You go and come baby, come and let me feel it, yeah? Go on... Yeah, yeah, yeah-?"
"Mundy-!" Leila cried out as her body spasmed. She let her muscles contract erratically as Mundy held her firmly in his arms, safe, and the Aussie pushed his hips in and out a little slower.
"Gosh, you're grippin' hard... Ah, L-Leila... Yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, let it all come to you, I'm holdin' you, you're fine... Bloody hell I can feel your juices dripping on me now... Oh-..."
"I... I am sorry..."
"Don't apologise... I love it... Never imagined you'd be messy in the sheets... I love it and I love you..."
Mundy stopped his hips and kissed Leila's shoulder and her back.
"Mundy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you stopping?"
"Cause you just came."
"And?"
Mundy's eyebrows jumped.
"Wanna go for round two?"
"And you finish your round one as well of course!"
"Alright..." Mundy gently pushed Leila's head down on the mattress. The French woman was on her knees. "Gimme yer hands." Leila extended them back and Mundy held both her slim wrists in one hand, on Leila's back. "alright..."
He started postoning his hips again, while holding Leila's hands back.
"Gosh... Y-you're so slick... Fuck..."
Spy's moans soon went back to their full volume and the van rocked in rhythm under it all.
"Ah-L-Leila, I'm gonna come soon..."
"So will I-!"
"D'you need to touch yerself?"
"Non! Give it to me faster! And deeper, please Mundy!"
The Aussie's hips burnt, his thighs felt like he had run a marathon. But Mundy frowned and asked for one last effort from his tired body. He made love to Leila as hard as he could, spurred on by the fact that he would make her come again, just with his member...
"Ah-hah... Mundy! Oui! Oui! Oui!"
Leila had felt Mundy's hips chasing down the Aussie's pleasure. Their rhythm was broken, erratic.
"Where d'you want me to come?!"
"Inside! Ah-!"
Leila started crying out and as her walls pulsated, they pulled Mundy down to his end too. He came in a low, raspy growl, teeth gritted, and pushing his hips so deep inside her that he pushed her to lie down completely, burying her deeper in the mattress with the sole force of his pleasure.
"Gosh..." Mundy collapsed on her back, he closed his eyes and took his time to catch his breath, feeling the sweat drip down his brow, his hair sticking on his forehead.
Leila was the first to come back to his senses. She gently pushed Mundy and rolled him over for him to lay on his back. The Aussie's masculinity gently disconnected with her insides and the French woman reached for the box of tissues. She grabbed it and started cleaning herself from all the fluids leaking out of her. It took him a minute or so before she went to clean Mundy's. But... As she looked at the bigger man lying next to her, his everything glistening, Leila got tempted. She put the tissue box next to her and went down to clean Mundy with her tongue first.
She lapped very gently, aware that it was all very sensitive now, and she took her time. She started with what was below and slowly worked up along his length. She managed to taste herself, yes, but also taste the Aussie's release. Leila closed her eyes when she took the head in and ever so gently sucked, just to make sure that Mundy had given her all.
"Oh, s-sensitive, Leila..."
Leila's ears pricked up. She looked up and Mundy's eyes were still closed.
" Pardon mon amour, I never wanted to hurt you."
Mundy smiled.
"This word you keep callin' me, what's it mean?" He asked.
"It means 'my love'."
"Woah..." Mundy filled his lungs with air and released it.
"Surprised?"
"Yeah, never thought I'd get myself a French sheila, eh?"
"And why not, hm?" Spy cleaned him with a tissue before laying back next to Sniper, her head on his shoulder. "You are very charming, more than I thought at first, and a formidable sex partner."
"You're not bad yourself." Mundy slid his hand through Leila's silky long locks of hair.
"Oh, I very well know."
"Arrogant Princess."
"Yours, please?"
"Yeah... My arrogant princess."
Leila raised her head and pushed her lips against Mundy.
"Mmh... And hungry too, eh? You kept on sucking?" Mundy asked.
"I wanted to taste your release." Lucien answered honestly.
"Oh, really?"
"Oui."
"Next time, I'll give it to you that way."
"Do you promise, mon amour?"
"Yeah, I promise, baby girl."
Both snuggled up in each other's arms such that Leila's head ended up right below the Aussie's chin and her long hair covered most of Mundy's chest.
"Leila?"
"Oui?"
"I like it when you're like this."
"Like what? Insatiable?"
"That too. I meant when you're all lovey dovey, honest and soft. Suits you to be like that, you should be like that more often." Mundy took her hand in his and raised it to his lips before leaving a few kisses on it. Leila smiled and opened her palm to slide it on Mundy's cheek and gently caress it.
"I shall be like that more often then, but only when we are alone, you and me."
"Yeah, please, it's just... Gosh I can't feel anythin' but you right now, it's..."
"When were you in love for the last time?" Leila asked.
"Ages ago... Too far to remember, and the bloke wasn't like you at all."
"How so?"
"You're perfect." Mundy simply answered.
"Mmh..." Leila's feminine moan made Mundy smile too. "Merci, mon chéri."
"What's this one mean?"
"My darling." She answered.
"I like it."
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby, love you so much..." Mundy lowered his head and kissed her hair. The French woman raised her head and met his lips that he did not let go of. "Oh, Leila?"
"Oui?"
"What would you want me to do with you next time? I mean... Alright, I'll give you a lil' taste of me but uh... Anythin' else you'd like?"
"I should be the one asking."
"Nah, givin' it to you like you want is what I'd like too."
"Any specific way?" Leila asked.
"Uhm... Y-yeah actually..."
"Go ahead, tell me."
"Would you let me... Uh... I mean it depends if you can and want, eh? But uh, I'd like to do you but uh... In your throat?" Mundy asked.
"Mmmh, oui..." Leila whispered. "Oui and a thousand times oui, please...."
"Mh, look who's gettin' worked up again, huh?" Mundy felt her legs sliding slowly against his.
"It is your fault! You put some marvelous ideas and images in my mind!" Leila answered and Mundy chuckled.
"I'll do it, I promise." They kissed. "But what about you, what d'you want next?"
"Oh the list is long, mon amour." Leila turned to straddle her lover's body, sitting on his pelvis.
"I promise we'll do it all." Mundy answered.
"Really?"
"Yeah, baby, whatever it is, just do what you want with me." Mundy's hands brushed Leila's sides and her hips while the French woman was caressing her lover's chest.
They shared a long passionate kiss.