Cigarettes 🚬 (RED SNIPER X BLUE SPY.)

Darkness

Blood painted the ground crimson red, the metallic smell and taste was everywhere.

The sun above burned bright throughout the day, burning down the concrete below until mid day, close to the woeful evening of peace.

red!Snipers gun make a clanking noise as he walked, his shoes painting the ground a bright red.

Walking into the darkness. Walking to his death, like a death March, a March towards the other team.

The darkness seemed to shallow him, shallowing him whole as the sun seemed to disappear, with each step, each breath. It disappeared.

"Hello chérie", a familiar voice called out from the furthest coroner of the Alley, a small fire a illuminating a small piece of the other man.

The small fire seemed to come from a lighter that the man was holding, lighting up very small pieces of him and that smirk on his lips.

Then, the small fire disappeared, leaving the two mercenary's in the dark, unable to see each other.

"Come here". Spy ordered, his eyes focused on snipers body, or what little he could see of the man in the darkness of the night .

Then once again the small click of the lighter was heard, a flicker of a small flame burning as it illuminates Spy's eyes, a cocky look within those pools of ebony.

"I'm not here to play games, mate." Sniper declared, trying to keep his head clear and his mind sharp, trying not to get lost in those eyes. Those dangerous eyes.

"Really? I thought thatz what you came for. Another round." Spy theorized with a shit eating grin as he reaches over, his gloved hand cupping Sniper's chin, feeling the stubble that laid there through the fabric of his blue gloves to the red! Sniper's annoyance.

But the spy seemed to enjoy the irritation, solely focused on keeping the tension between them as bright as the small flicker of flame from his lighter, his gloved thumb slowly reached over to trace Sniper's lip, pulling up the upper lip to expose the man's teeth slightly.

"chérie, what do you want?" Spy asked, keeping his eye contact to where those piecing eyes would be.

It was hard to stare into those shades, unable to see, unable to read.

"I know it's you. Your the one giving me.. such letters." Sniper confirmed. Raising his hand to lower his shades a little, exposing his eyes as he glared daggers at the elusive spy before him.

But no matter the hate between them, the tension just kept growing, burning and wilting into them, the small flame then blew out, leaving the two in the unreadable darkness.

"Let go it go, spy." Sniper demanded with his deep husky and rustic voice, clenching his teeth as his eyebrows furrowed, he couldn't believe this, the tension, the sensations, it was driving him mad.

"Let what go? You? I possibly couldn't.."
Spy murmurs, his French accent growing thicker as he slid his thumb between Sniper's lips, staring at the man's lips rather than his eyes as his thumb sat pretty there.

"Watch it!" Sniper hissed as he knew exactly what Spy wanted from him, he wanted his body, his mind, to make Sniper surrender control then take everything, leaving the Australian with nothing-not even his own dignity.

"I don't know what you mean, Mon cher."
But at the face of the Spy's sweet and soothing words with the French mixed in, Sniper knew he had already lost the mental war, he knew he was bound to be stripped of everything and left behind.

"Mmh!"
Their lips crashed into one another, locked into a passionate and enticing kiss, both eyes closed as their arms wrapped around one another, entangled and twisted together as a soft groan left Spy.