TF2 One Shots

A Date...? (Sniper x Spy Smut)

Warning: This section contains two people doing the do. If you don't know what that is, DO NOT READ THIS! And if anyone complains to me that this has sex in it and it's not kid-friendly, I already marked this as mature content, so if a 7 year old reads this, it's not my fault. Anyway, carry on reading, whoever is reading this.

Sniper's P.O.V.

I was driving towards the fork in the road, eagerly awaiting for what was to come. I pushed down the gas petal all the way to the floor, wishing that my van could go faster. I kept thinking about the Blu Spy. I knew he lusted for me (or at least, I hope he does), but does he actually love me?

I pulled over at the fork in the road, searching for a certain Frenchman who wore a blue suit. The passenger door opened, and the smell of cigarette smoke filled up the van. The van shook slightly from someone getting into the van and sitting right next to me.

"Bonjour, bushman." The Blu Spy took a drag from his cigarette, before crushing the tip and throwing it out the open door. He closed his door, and stared at me. We both sat in silence, not knowing what to do. Finally, Spy opened his disguise kit and took out two cigarettes.

"Care for one?" I politely shook my head. He shrugged and put one of the cigarettes in his mouth, putting the other one back in his disguise kit.

"Do 'ou 'appen to be 'ungry, by any chance?" I raised an eyebrow. Was that an innuendo?

"Yah, Oi guess Oi could go for a bite ta eat." My foot hovered over the gas petal, wondering what the Spy planned for us tonight.

"'ou know of zhe diner in town?" I nodded my head. "I 'ave made a reservation for us."

I hummed in confusion, pushing down on the gas peddle and began to drive. I focused all of my attention on the road in front of me, completely forgetting that I had someone in the van with me, when I suddenly felt pressure on my right shoulder.

I jumped in my seat and began swerving on the road. I heard the sound of someone yelling right next to me. I finally got control of the van, straightened it out, and slowed it down to a reasonable pace. I sighed in relief, feeling the adrenaline leave my body.

"What zhe fuck did 'ou do zhat for!" Spy screamed, holding a hand to his chest from the panic that ensued moments before.

"Well, ya surprised me, ya bloody spook!" I hissed at him, clenching the steering wheel aggressively.

"I was only leaning my 'ead on 'our shoulder," Spy groaned.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because," he turned to look at the window, "I wanted to cuddle." My eyebrows shot up, and I questioningly stared at the Spy. I never would have thought the Spy would like cuddling.

Spy glared at my puzzled face, and I turned my attention back to the road.

I exhale loudly, catching the attention of the Frenchman. "If ya want," I drawled, "ya can lay yer head on mah shoulder."

Spy chuckled. "Zhank you, but zhe moment 'as passed."

We drove in silence for a little bit, until I, yet again, felt pressure on my shoulder. I smirked slightly, careful not to let the Spy see.

Silence fell over us once more, until the sound of light snoring filled up the van. I briefly glance at the Spy, only to confirm that he was asleep.

I smile. He sure looks bloody adorable when he sleep. I keep driving, making sure not to awaken Spy from his slumber.

Some time later

The town comes into view, still only a tiny sliver on the horizon. Nobody remembers what the town name is called, mainly because we only go there if we need supplies. I pull over once more, and gently shake the Spy, trying and failing to wake him up.