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Spy Vs Spy - Slash Fanfiction ^___^

60 seconds.

That’s all he had.

He could hear the wick of the dynamite growing shorter and shorter, just a minute before the small flame finally ignited the dangerous explosive.

55 seconds.

All he had to do was keep White to remain where he was for 55 seconds and he would be home free for another day.

50 seconds.

Time was ticking by way to slow for his liking. White began to inch forward from where he stood, knife clutched roughly in his right hand.

45 seconds.

He could practically feel the waves of excitement emanating from his enemy. White had expected the explosion to happen quickly, leaving him no chance for escape. Even less chance to take advantage of his now weaponless rival.

Oh how Black hated long wicks.

40 seconds.

White’s breath tickled the end of his nose, mouth just inches away from his own. Leering.

He tried to back up a bit, trying to hide his fear of the sharp weapon resting oh-so-casually against his side. White’s grin broadened. He applied more pressure to the weapon, allowing it to dig painfully into Black’s side, cutting the fabric of his shirt slightly.

35 seconds.

Black’s mind raced for ideas. Any would do. White was now out of range of the small yet lethal stick of explosive, rendering his whole plan useless.

He bit back a whimper as he glared into the depths of White’s dark eyes, the knife slicing his skin rather painfully now that it had sawn through the pitiful defense his black suit had offered. Oh what he would give to be wearing his steel vest right about now.

30 seconds.

He watched White chuckle before him, still just a few inches away. He felt it. The deep rumbling vibrations disturbing the surrounding air, rattling his own chest from its close proximity to the others. He barely suppressed a shudder.

White leaned in even closer, taunting him in what he was sure would be his last few moments for the day unless he came up with a PLAN.

25 seconds.

He could practically feel Whites lips on his own, the ghost of a touch; not quite there yet not quite out of reach. He could feel himself tremble despite his attempts to control it. His mind was racing, his thoughts a nervous jumble of nonsensical ramblings and half – brained ideas, none of which were any help to him in this situation.

Sensing his nervousness, his fear, White leaned in just that bit closer, the knife now drawing a sizeable amount of blood from his pained side. Amusement flickered in his eyes, his lips forming a mocking smirk that almost touched his own trembling lips. Seeing the joy White was getting from his obvious discomfort, he snapped his mind back into some sense of order, once again attempting to form a plan.

20 seconds.

Those lips. All he could think about, focus on. Their proximity to his own, teasing him with their whispering touches against his own parted pair. His breath quickened slightly, coming in something akin to shallow gasps, much like a fish removed from water. The knife drew him back to reality briefly. There was little time left, he had to think of something fast. Something other than those lips…

That’s it!

15 seconds.

Black allowed himself a small smirk of his own as he leaned forward ever so slightly, just enough to bridge the gap between those two pairs of lips. He felt White jump slightly in surprise at the contact; he no doubt had not been expecting this.

Perfect.

Black pressed himself against the White suited body before him, leaning as much into the kiss as his current position would allow. He tilted his face a little, just enough so their noses were no longer crushing themselves together, allowing them a more comfortable position. He began to move his lips against the others, pleased at the shudder this action received from the shocked White.

10 seconds.

He felt White’s grip on the knife loosen slightly as he began kissing more fervently. He smirked softly into the kiss and leaned even further into it, causing White to stumble back slightly. He continued in this fashion, moving forwards only to fall apart a little as White stumbled backwards.

Exactly as he planned.

What he didn’t expect, however, was the soft movement he got from the lips against his own pair. He halted his actions and stood there, dumbfounded, as White began to kiss him more passionately, a smirk settled on his own pair of bruised lips. This time he leaned into Black, causing him to stumble back. This awoke Black from his stunned state.

Oh, so that was how he wanted to do this was it.

5 seconds.

Black resumed his assault on White, kissing, pushing, his attacks growing faster and more passionate against the other. White once more began to stumble back, overwhelmed at the sudden display of, well, affection from his rival. He attempted to regain control of the kiss but to no avail, Black was too persistent in his assault. White felt his back hit the hard brick wall of the room, a fizzling sound right behind him. The sound alerted him, told him to move, that something was wrong, but his mind was too clouded for any clear judgments to be made.

Once White hit the wall, Black parted their lips; taking in some much needed air. He smirked up at White, leaning in to place a quick chaste kiss on his lips before pushing back off the wall, chuckling.

1 second.

White remembered what the sound was.

“Oh shi-“

KABOOM

Black laughed as the tiny burnt fragments of White’s suit fluttered down on him, like little pieces of blackened snow. The hat lay off to the right of the room somewhere, small flames dying to embers on its rim.

Black turned to leave the room, grabbing the ‘Top Secret’ folder on his way. He spotted the knife out of the corner of his eye, discarded at some point during their ‘struggle’ one would say. At the sight of the knife he felt a painful pang in his side, right where the weapon had pierced his soft flesh. He placed one hand over the still bleeding wound, in the other grasping the ever-important folder that they had both been once again competing for. This time, he won.

Black once more made his way over to the door, stopping only to blow a small kiss over his shoulder, smirk still in place as he turned and left the premises, eager to hand in his winnings and enjoy what few hours he had left of freedom.

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He knew White would be back, just as he was always back. Deaths between the two never seemed to last more than a day, odd as that seemed. He wasn’t sure why, but then again, neither liked to talk about it.

As he continued his stroll down the dark streets of the night, nothing to light his path but the moon in the sky and the occasional streetlamp, he turned his thoughts once more to the battle he had with White little more than 24 hours ago. He was concerned, not about the battle itself; he knew why he had done it; but as to why it had felt so right. He thought about White, questioning his feelings towards the light clad spy. What was it he felt during their battle?

‘Click’

The feeling of a gun barrel digging into his back was not, by now, unusual to Black, but he still couldn’t hold back the small tremor of fear his body released at the thought of his impending demise. His captor leant forward, his breath ghosting over Black’s left ear.

“Alley. Now.”

Black gulped and did as White demanded, feet shuffling towards the alley and away from the light the streetlights provided. His hand twitched at his side, longing to reach for the gun in his pocket but knowing he would be shot on the spot before his hand had moved even an inch. He sighed and allowed his hand to go lax at his side, entering the alley and continuing till he stood under a dirty light attached to the filthy alley wall, the only form of illumination the narrow space had to offer.

“Hands up.”

He complied again, raising his arms above his head and allowing himself to be searched. He felt White remove the weapons from his pockets; knives, bombs, dynamite, even his nearly always present gun. He almost chuckled at this. Yesterday was the one time he forgot it, and it was the day of perhaps his most memorable victory.

Once White had finished his search, he roughly jerked Black around to face him, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“We have unfinished business.”

Black had been expecting this, clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as White pushed him against the wall, ready to feel the bullet enter his chest.

This is what he had been expecting.

What he was not expecting, was for the feeling of the gun to leave his chest, being tossed aside and clanging off one of the many alley litterbins. Nor was he expecting the feeling of lips against his own

Black’s eyes shot open, staring at the figure before him. White was pressed against him, eyes closed and mouth assaulting his ferociously. Black’s back was crushed against the wall, his hands pinned to the side by White’s and his legs stuck between the others, allowing little room for movement.

Black growled slightly at his position, struggling to free himself from Whites strong grip. He twisted his body to the left difficultly, freeing a leg and pressing his foot against the wall. He pushed off; slamming White into the wall opposite and copying the position the other had him in moments ago. This received an angry snarl from White as he attempted to free himself, only to have Black sneer and take over the kiss, crushing his bruised mouth into the others.

White continued to struggle against him, kissing back fiercely in an attempt to dominate the kiss. This just received a chuckle from Black as he continued to assault the others mouth, refusing to let up in the battle. White growled and leant off the wall slightly, trying to push as much of his weight as possible on Black in a futile attempt to get him to move. Black ignored this and kept a strong hold on White, allowing the enemy no room for escape.

What White did next, however, stunned Black completely.

He felt White open his mouth slightly against his own, reaching out and gripping Black’s bottom lip between his teeth. Black shuddered, his limbs relaxing slightly despite his attempts to keep his firm hold on White. White took the opportunity and pushed off from the wall, causing Black to fall to ground with White atop him, straddling his waist.

Black gave out a disgruntled yelp as his back hit the concrete floor, pain coursing up his abused spine. White sniggered and leant down, once again capturing Black’s lips with his own, causing Black to grunt irritably. He shifted under Whites weight, trying to free himself from his position beneath his rival, still kissing back furiously against the others lips. He then suddenly slowed, a plan forming in his head and a familiar smirk now adorning his face.

He gripped White’s wrists and pulled himself up slightly, grinding his hips into the others whilst at the same time parting his lips and running his tongue along White’s lips. This action received the desired effect. He felt White practically melt against him, now a euphoric dead weight against his chest. He rolled, straddling White’s waist and gripping one of his hands in each of his own.

White soon awoke from his blissful stupor; angry at how easily he had been tricked. He kissed Black back fiercely, surprised when Black released his hands and reached up to flick off his hat, instead choosing to run his hands through the silky black hair there. He raised his arms and gripped Black’s shirt tightly, rolling them so Black now lay directly beneath him, their chests pressed together.

They continued on like this, each fighting to best the other, as it had always been, though neither with the intention of killing.

Hours later both lay side by side beneath the dirty alley lamp, panting heavily, right where they had started. Both were missing hats, each having been discarded at some point during the battle and each wore a now rather ruffled set of clothes. A winner had not yet been decided, neither having been willing to submit to the other, and it was obvious that issue would have to be dealt with another night.

White twisted his head to the left, glaring at the side of Black’s head, nose almost poking the side of his face.

“I hate you Black.”

Black turned his head to face White, their long noses now crushed together painfully from their closeness.

“I hate you too.”

And with that they kissed. After all, who says you can’t love that which you hate the most?

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Do you have any freaking idea how long it took me to get this stupid thing uploaded huh?! DO YA!!!! I wanted to do that thing some people do where they have their picture at the top of the submission and then the story straight below it, and i tried to do that, but it wouldn't work! So that's why my story is in the Authors notes.

Anyways. Yey! First piece of fanfiction up on DeviantArt! This isn't my first actual fanfiction, just the first i've uploaded here as i tend to work on fanfiction.net, but i found there to be a rather dismal amount of spy vs spy slash fanfiction here so i decided to write one!

It is in no way, shape or form a good fanfiction i believe. I actually think i made them way too OOC for my liking. I didn't think it would be that easy to make them OOC actually, as in the cartoons and stuff they don't talk, but i think i still managed it. Unfortunatoly.

I was intending them to be kissing simply because it benefitted their mission, it was another way for them to fight, and i think i still did that, i just made them a little too frisky towards the end! ^__^;

And i'm really sorry i made them talk, though to be fair i made them say very little, very very little, so please don't kill me for it.

And about the picture. Well, it was my first attempt at drawing them, and i don't think i did too bad. I didn't change the shape of their faces or anything like some people do (not that i mind, i just wanted to keep it as close to the actual spy vs spy look as possible) but i think the whole kissing thing looked a little silly. And yes, i know black's hair doesn't usually stick out from under his hat, but i think it looks good. Pretend they had some huge fight before this point or something where his hat got knocked back if it helps you sleep at night. I don't really care. And i'm sorry about the pencil marks, i couldn't erase them so well as it would have smudged the fineliner!

Oh, and i'm uploading this on fanfiction.net as well, but it's title will be 'I Hate You' not spy vs spy slash. I only called it that because if you think about it, when your looking through deviant Art for a spy vs spy fanfic, are you honestly gonna go for one that says 'Spy Vs Spy - I Hate You'? No? Didn't think so.

Well anyways, don't forget to tell me what you think. As i say on fanfiction, No flames will be accepted for this coupling but feel free to criticise as long as you tell me how to make it better, or it's the same as a flame!!!

Till next time my little chocolate marshmallows!

Flash
xxx

Description
Spy Vs Spy - Slash Fanfiction ^___^

60 seconds.

That’s all he had.

He could hear the wick of the dynamite growing shorter and shorter, just a minute before the small flame finally ignited the dangerous explosive.

55 seconds.

All he had to do was keep White to remain where he was for 55 seconds and he would be home free for another day.

50 seconds.

Time was ticking by way to slow for his liking. White began to inch forward from where he stood, knife clutched roughly in his right hand.

45 seconds.

He could practically feel the waves of excitement emanating from his enemy. White had expected the explosion to happen quickly, leaving him no chance for escape. Even less chance to take advantage of his now weaponless rival.

Oh how Black hated long wicks.

40 seconds.

White’s breath tickled the end of his nose, mouth just inches away from his own. Leering.

He tried to back up a bit, trying to hide his fear of the sharp weapon resting oh-so-casually against his side. White’s grin broadened. He applied more pressure to the weapon, allowing it to dig painfully into Black’s side, cutting the fabric of his shirt slightly.

35 seconds.

Black’s mind raced for ideas. Any would do. White was now out of range of the small yet lethal stick of explosive, rendering his whole plan useless.

He bit back a whimper as he glared into the depths of White’s dark eyes, the knife slicing his skin rather painfully now that it had sawn through the pitiful defense his black suit had offered. Oh what he would give to be wearing his steel vest right about now.

30 seconds.

He watched White chuckle before him, still just a few inches away. He felt it. The deep rumbling vibrations disturbing the surrounding air, rattling his own chest from its close proximity to the others. He barely suppressed a shudder.

White leaned in even closer, taunting him in what he was sure would be his last few moments for the day unless he came up with a PLAN.

25 seconds.

He could practically feel Whites lips on his own, the ghost of a touch; not quite there yet not quite out of reach. He could feel himself tremble despite his attempts to control it. His mind was racing, his thoughts a nervous jumble of nonsensical ramblings and half – brained ideas, none of which were any help to him in this situation.

Sensing his nervousness, his fear, White leaned in just that bit closer, the knife now drawing a sizeable amount of blood from his pained side. Amusement flickered in his eyes, his lips forming a mocking smirk that almost touched his own trembling lips. Seeing the joy White was getting from his obvious discomfort, he snapped his mind back into some sense of order, once again attempting to form a plan.

20 seconds.

Those lips. All he could think about, focus on. Their proximity to his own, teasing him with their whispering touches against his own parted pair. His breath quickened slightly, coming in something akin to shallow gasps, much like a fish removed from water. The knife drew him back to reality briefly. There was little time left, he had to think of something fast. Something other than those lips…

That’s it!

15 seconds.

Black allowed himself a small smirk of his own as he leaned forward ever so slightly, just enough to bridge the gap between those two pairs of lips. He felt White jump slightly in surprise at the contact; he no doubt had not been expecting this.

Perfect.

Black pressed himself against the White suited body before him, leaning as much into the kiss as his current position would allow. He tilted his face a little, just enough so their noses were no longer crushing themselves together, allowing them a more comfortable position. He began to move his lips against the others, pleased at the shudder this action received from the shocked White.

10 seconds.

He felt White’s grip on the knife loosen slightly as he began kissing more fervently. He smirked softly into the kiss and leaned even further into it, causing White to stumble back slightly. He continued in this fashion, moving forwards only to fall apart a little as White stumbled backwards.

Exactly as he planned.

What he didn’t expect, however, was the soft movement he got from the lips against his own pair. He halted his actions and stood there, dumbfounded, as White began to kiss him more passionately, a smirk settled on his own pair of bruised lips. This time he leaned into Black, causing him to stumble back. This awoke Black from his stunned state.

Oh, so that was how he wanted to do this was it.

5 seconds.

Black resumed his assault on White, kissing, pushing, his attacks growing faster and more passionate against the other. White once more began to stumble back, overwhelmed at the sudden display of, well, affection from his rival. He attempted to regain control of the kiss but to no avail, Black was too persistent in his assault. White felt his back hit the hard brick wall of the room, a fizzling sound right behind him. The sound alerted him, told him to move, that something was wrong, but his mind was too clouded for any clear judgments to be made.

Once White hit the wall, Black parted their lips; taking in some much needed air. He smirked up at White, leaning in to place a quick chaste kiss on his lips before pushing back off the wall, chuckling.

1 second.

White remembered what the sound was.

“Oh shi-“

KABOOM

Black laughed as the tiny burnt fragments of White’s suit fluttered down on him, like little pieces of blackened snow. The hat lay off to the right of the room somewhere, small flames dying to embers on its rim.

Black turned to leave the room, grabbing the ‘Top Secret’ folder on his way. He spotted the knife out of the corner of his eye, discarded at some point during their ‘struggle’ one would say. At the sight of the knife he felt a painful pang in his side, right where the weapon had pierced his soft flesh. He placed one hand over the still bleeding wound, in the other grasping the ever-important folder that they had both been once again competing for. This time, he won.

Black once more made his way over to the door, stopping only to blow a small kiss over his shoulder, smirk still in place as he turned and left the premises, eager to hand in his winnings and enjoy what few hours he had left of freedom.

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He knew White would be back, just as he was always back. Deaths between the two never seemed to last more than a day, odd as that seemed. He wasn’t sure why, but then again, neither liked to talk about it.

As he continued his stroll down the dark streets of the night, nothing to light his path but the moon in the sky and the occasional streetlamp, he turned his thoughts once more to the battle he had with White little more than 24 hours ago. He was concerned, not about the battle itself; he knew why he had done it; but as to why it had felt so right. He thought about White, questioning his feelings towards the light clad spy. What was it he felt during their battle?

‘Click’

The feeling of a gun barrel digging into his back was not, by now, unusual to Black, but he still couldn’t hold back the small tremor of fear his body released at the thought of his impending demise. His captor leant forward, his breath ghosting over Black’s left ear.

“Alley. Now.”

Black gulped and did as White demanded, feet shuffling towards the alley and away from the light the streetlights provided. His hand twitched at his side, longing to reach for the gun in his pocket but knowing he would be shot on the spot before his hand had moved even an inch. He sighed and allowed his hand to go lax at his side, entering the alley and continuing till he stood under a dirty light attached to the filthy alley wall, the only form of illumination the narrow space had to offer.

“Hands up.”

He complied again, raising his arms above his head and allowing himself to be searched. He felt White remove the weapons from his pockets; knives, bombs, dynamite, even his nearly always present gun. He almost chuckled at this. Yesterday was the one time he forgot it, and it was the day of perhaps his most memorable victory.

Once White had finished his search, he roughly jerked Black around to face him, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“We have unfinished business.”

Black had been expecting this, clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as White pushed him against the wall, ready to feel the bullet enter his chest.

This is what he had been expecting.

What he was not expecting, was for the feeling of the gun to leave his chest, being tossed aside and clanging off one of the many alley litterbins. Nor was he expecting the feeling of lips against his own

Black’s eyes shot open, staring at the figure before him. White was pressed against him, eyes closed and mouth assaulting his ferociously. Black’s back was crushed against the wall, his hands pinned to the side by White’s and his legs stuck between the others, allowing little room for movement.

Black growled slightly at his position, struggling to free himself from Whites strong grip. He twisted his body to the left difficultly, freeing a leg and pressing his foot against the wall. He pushed off; slamming White into the wall opposite and copying the position the other had him in moments ago. This received an angry snarl from White as he attempted to free himself, only to have Black sneer and take over the kiss, crushing his bruised mouth into the others.

White continued to struggle against him, kissing back fiercely in an attempt to dominate the kiss. This just received a chuckle from Black as he continued to assault the others mouth, refusing to let up in the battle. White growled and leant off the wall slightly, trying to push as much of his weight as possible on Black in a futile attempt to get him to move. Black ignored this and kept a strong hold on White, allowing the enemy no room for escape.

What White did next, however, stunned Black completely.

He felt White open his mouth slightly against his own, reaching out and gripping Black’s bottom lip between his teeth. Black shuddered, his limbs relaxing slightly despite his attempts to keep his firm hold on White. White took the opportunity and pushed off from the wall, causing Black to fall to ground with White atop him, straddling his waist.

Black gave out a disgruntled yelp as his back hit the concrete floor, pain coursing up his abused spine. White sniggered and leant down, once again capturing Black’s lips with his own, causing Black to grunt irritably. He shifted under Whites weight, trying to free himself from his position beneath his rival, still kissing back furiously against the others lips. He then suddenly slowed, a plan forming in his head and a familiar smirk now adorning his face.

He gripped White’s wrists and pulled himself up slightly, grinding his hips into the others whilst at the same time parting his lips and running his tongue along White’s lips. This action received the desired effect. He felt White practically melt against him, now a euphoric dead weight against his chest. He rolled, straddling White’s waist and gripping one of his hands in each of his own.

White soon awoke from his blissful stupor; angry at how easily he had been tricked. He kissed Black back fiercely, surprised when Black released his hands and reached up to flick off his hat, instead choosing to run his hands through the silky black hair there. He raised his arms and gripped Black’s shirt tightly, rolling them so Black now lay directly beneath him, their chests pressed together.

They continued on like this, each fighting to best the other, as it had always been, though neither with the intention of killing.

Hours later both lay side by side beneath the dirty alley lamp, panting heavily, right where they had started. Both were missing hats, each having been discarded at some point during the battle and each wore a now rather ruffled set of clothes. A winner had not yet been decided, neither having been willing to submit to the other, and it was obvious that issue would have to be dealt with another night.

White twisted his head to the left, glaring at the side of Black’s head, nose almost poking the side of his face.

“I hate you Black.”

Black turned his head to face White, their long noses now crushed together painfully from their closeness.

“I hate you too.”

And with that they kissed. After all, who says you can’t love that which you hate the most?

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Do you have any freaking idea how long it took me to get this stupid thing uploaded huh?! DO YA!!!! I wanted to do that thing some people do where they have their picture at the top of the submission and then the story straight below it, and i tried to do that, but it wouldn't work! So that's why my story is in the Authors notes.

Anyways. Yey! First piece of fanfiction up on DeviantArt! This isn't my first actual fanfiction, just the first i've uploaded here as i tend to work on fanfiction.net, but i found there to be a rather dismal amount of spy vs spy slash fanfiction here so i decided to write one!

It is in no way, shape or form a good fanfiction i believe. I actually think i made them way too OOC for my liking. I didn't think it would be that easy to make them OOC actually, as in the cartoons and stuff they don't talk, but i think i still managed it. Unfortunatoly.

I was intending them to be kissing simply because it benefitted their mission, it was another way for them to fight, and i think i still did that, i just made them a little too frisky towards the end! ^__^;

And i'm really sorry i made them talk, though to be fair i made them say very little, very very little, so please don't kill me for it.

And about the picture. Well, it was my first attempt at drawing them, and i don't think i did too bad. I didn't change the shape of their faces or anything like some people do (not that i mind, i just wanted to keep it as close to the actual spy vs spy look as possible) but i think the whole kissing thing looked a little silly. And yes, i know black's hair doesn't usually stick out from under his hat, but i think it looks good. Pretend they had some huge fight before this point or something where his hat got knocked back if it helps you sleep at night. I don't really care. And i'm sorry about the pencil marks, i couldn't erase them so well as it would have smudged the fineliner!

Oh, and i'm uploading this on fanfiction.net as well, but it's title will be 'I Hate You' not spy vs spy slash. I only called it that because if you think about it, when your looking through deviant Art for a spy vs spy fanfic, are you honestly gonna go for one that says 'Spy Vs Spy - I Hate You'? No? Didn't think so.

Well anyways, don't forget to tell me what you think. As i say on fanfiction, No flames will be accepted for this coupling but feel free to criticise as long as you tell me how to make it better, or it's the same as a flame!!!

Till next time my little chocolate marshmallows!

Flash
xxx