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Spy isn't sure when his attraction for the Sniper of Reliable Excavation and Demolition began. How such a man could have managed to forcefully grab his attention, Jacques didn't know. He was a piss swilling Australian after all. How could Spy, who admired finery and elegance in his partners, find something as feral as the Sniper attractive is an infuriating mystery.
Despite his filthy habits, the man is handsome. Strong enough to contend with Jacques, and even get the best of him sometimes. Fortunate enough to be blessed with good bone structure and teeth, he's certainly.... captivating to the Frenchman. Especially with those sharp canines of his. The Spy has seen them bared in anger when he was caught sneaking into the Snipers nest. He'd swing around, effortless take up his kukri as Spy elegantly side stepped around the blades reach. Then one of them, usually Jacques would end up in respawn. Oh if only it could end some other way.
They'd be in the middle of a fight. Yes, in a confined space that the sniper was so fond of. Far enough away from the action of the battlefield that the bullets and explosions seemed like a distant dream. While the Mann's war went on, Spy's own little battle would begin.
He would start by creeping up the wooden stairs to the snipers den. Jacques would purposely step on a creaky board just to see the Snipers shoulders tense up with alarm. A split second later, the taller man would be turning around and reaching for his kukri, but Jacques would step forward, grabbing the mans wrists and giving them a deft twist. A split second of confusion would echo across the Snipers face before he would resort to hand to hand combat.
They would eventually end up on the floor, with Jacques kneeling over the Sniper in triumph. He would be keeping the Snipers arms pinned over his head, while the Australian would look surprised about not being stabbed through the neck with the Spy's balisong. He would start to say something, but Jacques would place a finger over the man's lips. He'd whisper something soothing in French before admiring his prize.
The Sniper would squirm under him of course, Jacques would do the same if he was trapped under the Australian. Although come to think of it, he would probably relish the experience of having the lean Sniper above him, pinning him down on his soft mattress. That was a thought for later consumption.
He'd whisper a few more loving things in French, enjoying the look of confusion and frustration on the Snipers face. Jacques would of course explain the meaningless phrases like any good partner would later, while they lay tangled together on Egyptian cotton sheets.
Jacques would eventually switch back to English for the Snipers sake. He would explain his conundrum to the man, see his eyes widen with a mix of surprise and lust for the Spy above him. Perhaps they would kiss then, or perhaps later. Jacques might leave the Sniper with that information before cloaking and exiting the nest. Leave the wild man to pine and chase after him upon being given such a confession. Oh it filled the Spy's heart with lust and longing.
He could not afford to do such a thing. At least not yet. Perhaps one day, Jacques tells himself as he closes his eyes that night, his bed too cold and empty without another body in it. Perhaps one day.