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Diplomatic Relations
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Category:
Comics › Spy vs. Spy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,664
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Spy vs. Spy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Diplomatic Relations
disclaimer: i do not own spy vs spy, they are owned by mad magazine, antonio prohias, and whomever else has them in handcuffs. i make no money from this, it is pure fiction. i've only taken creative license in humanizing them a bit more.
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Oh, but he gives marvellous head.
We've resorted to more...diplomatic relations. He's got me on the couch; no handcuffs, no rope, no knife to my throat. No gun to my nuts. Just his hands on my thighs and his mouth on my cock and he's got me. And oh God, I'm actually paying for it.
or is he?
He's only been at it for a few minutes now, but I'm so close. I run my knuckles lightly down the bridge of his nose and he stares back up at me, half-lidded, black, glittering eyes saying so much more than his broken English ever could.
so close
Trying so hard to keep quiet. Invasive thoughts of treason and firing squads flood my head and it's all I can do to keep from moaning as
god no
I come rapid-fire down his throat, catching him off guard; he makes a small "enh" sound of either surprise or dismay, and some overflows down his tongue onto me.
god yes
...
I feel him swallow, and then he slows to a maddening pace until my legs tremble involuntarily, and he stills his head until I go soft. He gets up, gazes at me for a second, and heads wordlessly back to the bathroom sink to wash up. I'm dazed and try to catch my breath.
He comes back into the room and I hand him an unmarked envelope containing the details for a tactical missile. He smiles, bends forward and kisses me once, softly on the lips
i can taste myself on him
while placing the envelope inside his coat. He swats my shoulder with his hat and makes his way silently back through the bathroom, where he will leave through the open window, as always.
This place is damp and chilly and smells of cigarettes, and now sex. It's 4 am and I lay staring into the darkness, wondering how much closer I've just brought the world to the brink of destruction.
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Oh, but he gives marvellous head.
We've resorted to more...diplomatic relations. He's got me on the couch; no handcuffs, no rope, no knife to my throat. No gun to my nuts. Just his hands on my thighs and his mouth on my cock and he's got me. And oh God, I'm actually paying for it.
or is he?
He's only been at it for a few minutes now, but I'm so close. I run my knuckles lightly down the bridge of his nose and he stares back up at me, half-lidded, black, glittering eyes saying so much more than his broken English ever could.
so close
Trying so hard to keep quiet. Invasive thoughts of treason and firing squads flood my head and it's all I can do to keep from moaning as
god no
I come rapid-fire down his throat, catching him off guard; he makes a small "enh" sound of either surprise or dismay, and some overflows down his tongue onto me.
god yes
...
I feel him swallow, and then he slows to a maddening pace until my legs tremble involuntarily, and he stills his head until I go soft. He gets up, gazes at me for a second, and heads wordlessly back to the bathroom sink to wash up. I'm dazed and try to catch my breath.
He comes back into the room and I hand him an unmarked envelope containing the details for a tactical missile. He smiles, bends forward and kisses me once, softly on the lips
i can taste myself on him
while placing the envelope inside his coat. He swats my shoulder with his hat and makes his way silently back through the bathroom, where he will leave through the open window, as always.
This place is damp and chilly and smells of cigarettes, and now sex. It's 4 am and I lay staring into the darkness, wondering how much closer I've just brought the world to the brink of destruction.