Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction

Title: Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction- Chapter 11: Before the Storm

Author: The Ice Goddess (FrozenBlueIce)

Fandom: Metal Gear Solid

Feedback: All feedback is welcome, whether it be
negative or positive. I’m trying to improve
on my writing so, please be honest: frozenblueice@yahoo.co Pai Pairing: The main pairing of this story is
Snake/Otacon, which is obvious to anyone who knows of my fondnfor for Hal Emmerich,
so therefore alright to disclose. Th are are others, but if I told you what they were, it’d ruin the story.

Series: No.
There may be sequels in the future, but right now that is looking
unlikely due to time constraints.

Rating: PG-13 for very mild sexual content (this
chapter only)

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in previous Metal
Gear Solid video games are the property of Konami Computer Entertainment of
Japan, af thf their creator, Mr. Hideo Kojima.
All new characters are the propertyThe The Ice Goddess. This is a work of fanfiction, and in no way,
shape, or form will I receive any monetary compensation for it. It is for entertainment purposes only.

Type: Action/Shounen-ai

Summary: This story takes place one year after the
events of “The Big Shell.” New
information found by Otacon sends Snake back into action. (That’s all I’m revealing!)

 

Chapter 11: Before the Storm

 

“Oh
yeah! Now that’s the good stuff,” Solid
Snake said, looking over the bottle from which he had just drank. “Nobody does Vodka better than the
Russians.”

Otacon
flopped down on the bed next to Snake. He sighed as the soft mattress began to
release the knots in his back from the great amount of traveling he had just
done. “This is a nice room,” the
engineer said thoughtfully.

Dave
looked at his friend. “It’s a good
thing too, cuz we’ll be here for the next four days.” He took another good nip at the bottle. “wantwant some?”

Hal shook
his head, “No thanks.”

Snake
smiled crookedly, “You ever even tried Vodka before?”

The skinny
man glowed red with embarrassment. Here
he was, in his mid-thirties, and never even tried Vodka. He was going to be teased about this for
sure. Hal said nothing, hoping that his
friend would infer his answer from his silence.

Snake
laughed, “Come on, Otacon. Live a
little,” he said, offering the bottle again.

Hal
hesitated, then realized that the mercenary would not leave him alone until he
gave him the satisfaction of a sip. He
reached out and took the bottle from Dave, stopping to sniff the contents. It stung his nostrils a bit. Hal made a face, wrinkling his nose.

“Come
on!” Snake urged in his rough, masculine voice.

The
engineer closed his eyes and took a swig.
The clear, strong liquid almost burned as it made its way down his
throat. He lowered the bottle, quickly
passing it back to his friend with a gagging cough.

“Ugh! How do you drink that crap?”

Snake
laughed again. “Good shit, huh?” The mercenary tipped the bottle towards
Otacon. “More?”

Hal
opened his mouth to say no, but stopped.
He realized exactly what was going on.
Snake was just trying to relax before their long, hard battle began, and
he wanted to share this time with Hal.
He smiled, happy for the time they were spending together. “What the Hell,” he said, grabbing the Vodka
back, and taking another good swig.

Dave
smiled. “That’s the spirit!” he stated,
slapping his friend on the back.

The
second drink was easier going down. Hal
pulled the bottle from his lips, wiping small drops that missed his mouth on
his lab coat sleeve. Shivers made their
way up Otacon’s spine as the effects of the alcohol were already starting to
work their magic on him.

Snake
took the bottle back and had himself another sip.

“Dave?”
Otacon said, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“Yeah?” the
mercenary answered.

“What do
you think is going to be waiting for us when we get to Antarctica?”

Pulling
himself out a cigarette and lighting it, Snake leaned back against the
headboard. He put up his bare feet,
resting his hands casually behind his head.
Dave took a long, draw on his cigarette, breathing the smoke in
deep. “I honestly don’t know,” he
replied frankly, “but I’ve got a gut feeling that it’s something more than what
it seems to be. This isn’t going to be
a simple reconnaissance mission. We’re
heading into some deep shit.”

Otacon
nodded his agreement. He slid up a bit,
mimicking Snake’s posture. The engineer
took the Vodka from his friend again, throwbackback a shot’s worth.

Snake
looked Hal over and smiled. “Better
take it easy on the juice. I doubt your
skinny ass can handle much.”

Otacon
let out a belch comparable to one he had heard Dave do the last time he had
finished off a bottle of liquor.
Surprised at himself, he covered his mouth. “Oh, excuse me.”

e
se
shook his head, “You see? There’s your problem, right there,” he said.

“Huh? What do you ?” t?” the engineer returned,
confused.

“You’re
always so uptight. You need to learn to
relax.”

Hal
adjusted his glasses. “It’s a bit hard
to relax when you’re about ready to go into battle.”

Snake
shrugged, “You can still stay and take over for Mei Ling.”

“Dave,
we’ve been through this…”

The
mercenary put up his hands. “Just
reminding you of your options. That’s
all.”

Hal drew
his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He sat his chin on the natural groove
between where his knees met. “How do
you stay so cool before a mission?”

With
another drag, and another billow of smoke to follow it, Snake sat for a moment,
thinking of his answer.

“I guess
I’m just used this sort of thing by now,” he said with an inaudible snort. “Unfortunately, things like killing become
easier.”

Hal
turned his head to lay his cheek on his knees where his chin had rested a
moment ago. “Do you ever think about
death and loss of friends?” The
thoughts associated with that question caused a hard lump to build up in his
throat.

“You mean
like Meryl?” Snake asked, drawing on his cigarette.

“Yeah.”

Snake
shifted his bright green eyes to look into his friend’s. “That’s never easy. But, I have to remember this: If I don’t complete my missions, many more
people, those I care about, will die.”

Hal
sighed. “I ose ose that’s one way to
look at it.”

Snake
patted Otacon on the back. “You’re a
lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. After the terribly painful loss of Emma, you still managed to get
those hostages to safety at the ‘Big Shell’.
What gave you the strength then?”

Pausing
for a moment, Otacon thought back to that tragic day. A lot of things filled his mind then: all of his losses, all of the betrayals by those he loved. Through all of that, one thing stood out in
his mind: David, Solid Snake, his
friend. He was the strength behind
everything he did from their meeting at Shadow Moses, forward. He always knew the right things to say, the
rightent ent to slap him on the back, the right time to grab him in that
reassuring hug he so often gave. Hal
didn’t answer, a bit embarrassed to tell Dave his feeling on the issue. Instead, he took the now half empty bottle of
Vodka, drinking more of the astringent liquid.

Otacon’s
silence radiated his feelings of uncertainty and insecurity to Snake. “Sit up,” he ordered the engineer.

“Hmm?”
Hal said, returning from his own world of thoughts.

“Sit up
straight, at the side of the bed,” he repeated.

Otacon
did as he was told. His back was tense
and sore, and was partially the reason for his slouching posture a moment
ago. That all began to change as he
felt strong, warm hands beginning to knead the knots from his shoulders.

“God
damn, Hal!” Dave remarked as he felt the tightness of the muscles under his
fingertips, “You’re more tense than I thought.”

Closing
his eyes, Otacon sighed. The
combination of the Vodka and Snake’s hands moving across his back was allowing him
to relax. He was feeling so good.

“You
know, you don’t have to do this.”

Snake
smiled. “Yes I do. Now just shut up and let someone do
something for you for a change.”

Hal’s
body loosened up a bit as he felt Dave’s hands work their way slowlt fit firmly
down to massage the flesh in his lower back.
A wave of heat began to make its way up his spine and into his face the the slender man became suddenly aware of the closeness to his friend. He could smell the Vodka and smoke on the
mercenary’s breath, and the scent of his body, still emanating traces of the
musk cologne he had put on this morning.
Hal found himself drawn in, somehow, to Snake’s essence. Eyes still closed, he inhaled deeply, then
let the ait fot forcefully, relaxing himself further. He focused in on the rhythmic movements of those strong hands,
now wor int into his neck.

“You feel
better now?” Snake asked as he ironed the knots out of his friend’s neck.

T There was
no response.

Dave
turned his head to see Hal’s slumped down, chin on his chest, fast asleep. He let out a quiet snore with each breath,
and a small amount of drool was beginning to make its way down the corners of
his mouth.

Snake
chuckled to himself. “I told you that
you couldn’t hold your liquor, Otacon.”

He leaned
his friend gently back onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Dave
removed Hal’s glasses, lab coat, shoes and socks, and draped them over the
suitcases. He then pulled the blankets
up and over him, keeping the slender man’s body warm and cozy.

Extinguishing
what was left of his cigarette, he got undressed. Snake slipped on a pair of navy blue sweatpants, then went to
turn out the lights. The room had two
double beds: one for Hal, one for
Raiden, and Snake had intended to sleep on the floor. Instead, Dave crawled into bed with his friend, hoping he
wouldn’t mind. The floor was looking
less inviting with every sip he had taken tonight.

As he
leaned back in the bed, staring blankly into the dark, he wondered when the
Hell Raiden was going to get his ass back from Mei Li roo room.

***

Raiden
laughed as a handful of popcorn came flying at him.

“Oh,
Jack. Stop! You’re going to kill me!” Mei Ling said,glingling hysterically at
her companion’s impressions.

Jack got
a good fistful from the bag of microwaved popcorn, and hurled it back at Mei.

The two
were laying at the foot of Mei’s bed, on their stomachs, watching a poorly
dubbed broadcast of Star Wars: A New
Hope. Raiden had doi doing
impressions of all of the characters, and rather badly too, all night
long. Mei Ling just sat back and
enjoyed the show.

“You’re
so funny, Jack,” she said. “You make me laugh.”

“I try my
best, Princess,” Raiden returned.

“I’ll bet
you were a regular class clown as a kid,” Mei said.

Raiden’s
laughter ceased. He lowered his head,
looking at thmformforter beneath him.
There was a long pause, and Mei Ling turned to regard the fair-haired
man, a look of concern on her face.

With a
heaving sigh, Jack finally said something.
“I never had the chance to be.”

“What do
you mean?” the woman asked.

Raiden
shook his head. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he said, his voice
trailing off with distant thoughts of the past.

Mei
nodded. “All of us here have pasts
filled with dark things that we’re not proud of. If you don’t feel comfortable telling me, then that’s okay. Just know that I…” she blushed, “we’re here
for you.”

Jack
caught Mei’s Freudian slip, and turned to look back at her, a half smile on his
face. “I know you are,” he told
her. “Thank you.”

Blushing
even deeper, Mei Ling looked down, avoiding contact with Jack’s eyes. She didn’t want him to see the infatuation
that was plainly written across them.

Raiden
reached out and lifted the woman’s chin to face him. Then, without any more words spoken, he gently kissed her
lips. She returned it, almost eagerly,
but with a shy uncertainty behind it.
Raiden pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Mei Ling emulated his movements, kissing him
more urgently with each breath.

She found herself running her
well-manicured nails up and down bac back.
The movement of her hands on Jack’s body became more rhythmic, more
desperate. As a resulis tis t-shirt
began to untuck itself from his jeans, scrunching upwards. Mei Ling danced her fingers over the now
exposed, porcelain skin on his back. He
was soft, warm and inviting.

Chills and waves of heat, all at
once, made their way up Raiden’s spine, fueling his passion. He made the next move, parting Mei’s lips with
his tongue, gently stroking it against hers.

A small moan escaped Mei’s mouth
from where their lips met. She found
herself pulling her body closer to his, grinding against him. Their hips moved in sync with each other, and
by now, there was obvious physical evidence of her partner’s desire as she felt
Raiden’s hardness pressing urgently into her.

Jack left Mei to gasp for air as
he broke his kiss to softly nibble at her neck, right behind her ear. He felt her grip on him tighten as she
tugged on his body. They shifted their
position with a half roll with Mei Ling now flat on her back and Raiden at the
dominant position on top of her.

Mei reached up, stroking her
fingers through his mass of icy blond hair.
Jack paused for a moment to gaze into her dark brown eyes, enjoying the
sensation of her nails on his scalp.
She looked back up at him, and the two joined again at the lips, deeply
and passionately.

***

Snake
still lay wide-awake in the dark, unable to sleep as usual. From beside him came soft snoring. From behind the wall of the adjacent room
came cries of passion. He smiled,
lighting up another cigarette. “Looks
like Raiden’s not coming back tonight
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 AuthAuthor’s Notes:

Nothing that I can think of.