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Sniper spits Spy's back molar out. It lands on the floor in two pieces, bouncing like dice, and rolls underneath one of the chairs. "The bloody hell is that? Oh, fuck me, that's rancid-"

What is actually impressive is that Sniper had managed to unscrew it with his tongue in the first place. Spy feels the empty socket with his own tongue, rubbing the side of his mouth to ease the soreness of his bitten lips now that they aren't violently kissing each other. There's a second tooth missing that Spy suspects has been broken off and swallowed. He glances around on the floor and luckily finds it at the opposite side of the room.

"The things you do with your tongue. No wonder you've a talent for cocksucking," Spy says, grimacing. "Merde."

Sniper starts spitting, making childish bleh-bleh noises that kill the mood faster than actually taking out two of Spy's teeth in the middle of foreplay.

"What the hell was in that? It's awful. Even cyanide tastes better than this," Sniper groans, going to sit at the edge of Spy's bed in the event of whatever poison he had ingested would send him to the ground.

"You'll be fine," Spy says, rolling his eyes. He starts redoing the buttons of his shirt. His vest is on the floor, tossed off in the heat of the moment. Meanwhile, Sniper remains shirtless, pantsless, and yet full of complaints.

"What, did I get your tiny wine capsule? It tasted like shit," Sniper says, nose still wrinkled.

"It might have been the tooth with the aphrodisiac," Spy replies, reaching for the vest.

Sniper darts up to his feet. He puts both hands on Spy's shoulders, keeping him in place. "The what?"

"The serum that makes you want to fuck like a madman," Spy explains, shrugging Sniper's grip off. He puts on the vest.

"Don't get bloody smart with me, wanker. I know what aphr-" Sniper drags a hand down his face. He glances at his watch with an air of resignation. "Fuck. For… for how long?"

"Only half an hour then I suspect you would pass out from exhaustion, which is the actual benefit for real-world use," Spy says, settling his gaze on Sniper. There's a red flush starting to form across his cheeks, much more brightly than it had been during their initial kissing.

"Wait, wait. You'll not help me with this?" Sniper asks, finally noticing that Spy is dressing himself. He steps closer, arm coming around Spy's waist. It has all the appearance of feeling affectionate, save for Sniper's expression being incredulous. "We were gonna root anyway so why are you trying to leave? Prick."

"You've bitten my lips. Taken out my teeth. And now you're gripping my ass so hard I fear I won't be able to sit, and not for any reason that is actually fun," Spy says, scooting back into Sniper's squeezing palm. "So I would hate to imagine what you'll do under the influence of an aphrodisiac." He leans in so that Sniper can feel the breath of his silent laughter against his cheek. "You'll kill me."

Sniper's pupils have gone wide and dark. His death grip on Spy's ass relaxes, but only so that he can run a hand under Spy's vest. His touch is light. Gentle. Perfectly restrained.

"I'll behave," he growls, making Spy shiver.

He sighs, reaching up to touch Sniper's burning cheek.

"No need. There's an antidote," Spy says solemnly. "You'll have to get it though."

"Ugh, don't tell me," Sniper grumbles, eyes going to Spy's mouth again.

Spy laughs again and opens wide.

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"Crikey. Finally," Sniper gasps, heaving for breath half an hour later. "I think that's it. I'm all wore out."

The bedsheets are soaked. Sniper's entire body is covered in bruises and teeth marks—they've managed to get one more tooth capsule out of Spy before the entire affair got out of hand. By then, neither of them seemed to mind riding the rest of the serum effects out. Spy stretches over him, brain pleasantly fuzzy and satisfied. His body is also covered in bites and scratches, but he can't seem to care at the moment.

"How come the antidote tastes so good and the aphrodisiac tastes so bad?" Sniper asks, grunting as Spy settles over him.

"That was probably the tooth with the wine," Spy mumbles sleepily.

"What?"

"You already took the antidote. The first tooth," Spy continues, rubbing his face into the crook of Sniper's sweaty shoulder. His mask slips upwards. "The one that tasted like shit. That was it."

"What?" Sniper repeats, automatically tugging the hem back down Spy's neck in habit, "Then what about the—holy fuck, you bleedin' snake. You swallowed it! You were the one fucked up on the aphrodisiac!"

Sniper shakes him by the shoulders, smacking his head, but that only makes Spy tip to the side so that he can give Sniper a clumsy wet kiss.

"Yes. Fucked thoroughly," Spy says, words slurring happily.