Pegged WIP ( Will update this entry wuth more) Vers2
I havent written any fic in a while, and I had a several hour drive to daydream, and extra time sitting in the car from 9 AM to 7PM, soo... Fic time!
Also, I need to make some TF2 icons D:
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Pairing: Sniper / Scout (eventually)
Rating: PG
The beginnings :D
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" Ha! Got pegged didja?" The Blond grinned broadly as two pointed digits (almost like sign language for the letter H) prodded into the bloody wound.
" Piss off.." Came the grumble and recoil of the Aussie as his free hand grasped over the bloody wound.
" What happened? Not payin enough attention?" The Scout snorted, crouching on his haunches as his body pushed forward, bright blues staring intently at the reflecive aviators.
" I said.. Piss off..." Came he slightly more annoyed tone, head turning away as his teeth grit.
" Too busy wankin' it?" He snorted as he let that mocking tone flutter into his voice.
There was a moment of silence before the Scout found his back propped to the wall, wedged between it and a now very displeased looking Sniper. " Listen you little prat--" His voice edged downward into that half growl as his face pushed closer, the brim of his hat tipping the Scouts own upwards. " -- I was saving your ass, from getting your spine torn open by the fucking BLU Spy." That said the bloodstained hand released the Scouts shirt, not bothering to appologize for the now bloodstained handprint.
The emotions that flittered across the younger mands face were easily readable; Confustion, frustraition and then soon after embarassment and resentment. He didn't want to be saved, nor did he want to hear he'd been careless enough to get saved by the Sniper and to get the man shot. " Yeah, well... " He hesitated, face scrunching up as if he'd gotten a bad taste in his mouth. ".. Thanks.. or whatever..."
" Don't count on it happenin' again, kid." The Sniper waved the blond off, his attention directed toward the window. It was offtime, but he wouldnt bet against that sneaky BLU bastard taking a pot-shot to finish him off.
" I'm not a kid.. I'm a man." The Scout protested, his expression caught between an exasperated and pouty which only aroused a scoff from the Aussie. " I am!" He protested again as the Sniper rolled his eyes beind his shades.
" Mahaps you ought to be acting like it, then?" The low rumbling voice burned the Scouts ears with its critisizm.
" Fuck you man.." The Scout grumbled himself, leaning forward as his fingertrips pressed against that blood stained sleeve pushing it up.
" The hell're you doin'?" The Sniper snapped, as the Scout grumbled and flushed.
" I'm fixin it up, like this you're bound to get it infected."
" An' jus' how do you know how to do that?" At a low mumble from the embarassed scout it prompted him to grunt expecting an audiable sentance in responce.
" I... was in the boyscouts.." And the amused snort that covered a laugh just prompted an slightly more embarassed rose color to come to the younger mans face.
" Yeah well, don't go about tellin' everyone, I get enough shit as is..." The Scout mumbled as he began wrapping the wound to apply pressure to it.
" I don't exactly associate enough to be blabbing about to the rest.." The sniper reassured as the Scout reached for the mans belt buckle.
" What the fuck?" The Sniper snapped and the Scout hesitated before putting on his best serious face.
" I need to put something on it to apply pressure to the wound, you dont honestly expect me to use my own do you?" After glancing up toward the Snipers displeasured expression he thougth better, peeling off that brown leather belt, beginning to wrap it around the mans wound. " At least I didnt start ripping off peices of your clothing."
" Wouldn't surprise me..."
" What tha' ell is that supposed to mean?!" The Scout snapped as he glanced up toward thsoe reflective aviators.
" Just heard a few things about you being a poof." The Sniper said slyly as the Scout looked confused and then offended.
" Are you calling me a FAG?"
" Something like that."
" I-- you... well.. you can jsut go eat a dick, Aussie asshole!" Came the indignant reply, fists clutching at his sides.
" As I stated, Mate, that seems to be your job."
The Scout seemed to be stuck, that shocked expression on his face fading into one of frustration and anger. He shoved the sniper back, but the man didnt move far since he was already pressed against the wall.
"Fair Dinkum?" The Sniper questioned, and getting no reply rephrased himself, " So its true.."
" What the fuck do you care? Fucking Mick."
" You better watch your toung you snotty little Yank." The Sniper retorted those digits planted into that now exposed mess of brown blond hair, tilting the boys head back and forcing them to be eye-to-eye. " I may be wounded, but I'm nowhere near disabled not am I too fatigued to remove some brats tongue. "
"Fuck you..." The Scout murmured hoarsely, pushing forward to close the gap in a crushing kiss.