Frantic

Raiden suppressed a shiver as cold wind raked his naked frame. His pale skin stood out against the gray, metal walls of the interior of Metal Gear Arsenal. His bare feet padded across a cold metal floor as he slipped behind a large metal shipping crate and sighed.

Goddamn, this was ridiculous. Was it so hard for Olga to have his clothes? Did she really have to tell him to go hunt Snake down for all his gear? Could she give him nothing?

He frowned and looked around the edge of the box. The coast was clear. Quickly he bolted up to a door and cracked it open, peeking out. He saw a few guards, but none looking his way. He stepped in and crouched down behind another box, one hand on the floor, the other instinctively trying to cover his manhood.

Ridiculous, just ridiculous. It was all he could think of.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity until the guards began distracting themselves. He peeked out and saw them clustered together. Taking his chance, he ran to a set of stairs and ascended them with great care. Perhaps his bare feet were a blessing, as they made little noise. He reached the top of the stairs and peered over the edge, down at the guards. He had to resist a snicker as he noticed that some porno magazine had their attention in a vice.

Slipping to the wall, he slipped through one last door. He leaned against it and sighed when it was closed, and looked ahead. He was left in one large hallway, with another door at the opposite end. And standing in the center, back to Raiden, was Solid Snake. He stood motionless, his own sneaking suit clinging to his body like a layer of flesh.

Raiden glared. He ran silently across the floor towards him. How he wanted to knock Snake out for using him as bait, for leaving him to roam naked around this damned metal prison. But a punch to the back would have to suffice, as he’d need Snake alive if he ever dreamed of taking Arsenal down.

Just as Raiden reached Snake and pulled his fist back, Snake whipped around and grabbed his arms. Raiden was shoved against the wall, his flesh tingling against the freezing metal. Snake smirked at him, his dark eyes peering out from right under his bandana.

“Let me go,” Raiden said.

“Why? So you can hit me?” Raiden glared.

“Yes. You had me knocked out and used me as fucking bait! Thanks to you my body aches like I’ve been run over countless times by a truck. And then, to top it off, you keep my damn clothes so I have to run around naked!” His pale blue eyes shone for a moment with fury, then cooled quickly. Somehow Raiden couldn’t stay mad staring right into Snake’s face, seeing eyes that have probably gone through much worse.

“Well, you did get us in,” Snake said. Raiden sighed. He was still pinned to the wall, and it occurred to him that he was fully exposed. He blushed a little and tried to look away, but got caught on Snake’s face again. Those deep eyes seemed so hard a second ago, so why did they now appear as melting pools of warm chocolate?

“Can…can I have something to wear now?” He asked, then gulped. He felt his body reacting to the control being used over him, reacting in a way he never thought he’d feel while trying to keep a damn nuclear warhead from being used.

And he never thought this kind of reaction would be caused by a man, let alone the Solid Snake. He didn’t resemble a woman in any way!

Snake seemed to think on it for a minute before speaking. “Perhaps,” he said, eyes glancing at Raiden’s. Pale blue shined back, trying to hide something. Snake let his eyes travel over pale expanses of skin, down Raiden’s neck and chest, until he caught a glimpse of Raiden’s embarrassment, the slight arousal beginning to course through the younger man’s body.

Snake looked up at him, and Raiden tore his head to the other side.

“Please!” He said, almost begging. “Just let go and let me get dressed…” He looked down, ashamed, his almost white hair sliding over his face. “Just…forget about this…”

Snake meant to let go, he really thought he did, but instead found he was pressing Raiden closer to the wall, harder, moving in. His own body pushed up against Raiden’s, who jerked in shock. Snake leaned close, his face brushing Raiden’s cheek.

“Snake,” Raiden said, “What do you think you’re doing?” He felt a pair of lips touch his neck and a gasp slipped past his pale lips. His head tilted to the side, allowing better access without a command from his conscience mind. Raiden blushed. Shit. “Snake, stop,” again, pressure from those lips, softer then Raiden thought they’d be. A soft moan. “Not my neck-“

Then pressure from his teeth, and Raiden’s voice escalated. No, this wasn’t far. What was Snake doing? Did he think this was funny, because Raiden found no humor in his torment. Only pure frustration.

Snake’s lips raveled up Raiden’s pale flesh, kissing below his ear. Snake nipped his ear lobe and Raiden’s breath escaped him. Snake felt the younger man growing more aroused against him, could have sworn he felt his blood running hot through his body. And goddamn, the heat felt good.

He had meant to torment Raiden, one quick kiss just to be an ass. But God his skin, it was so soft, smooth, felt so natural against his lips and tongue. He felt like he couldn’t stop, and suddenly he wasn’t looking at the body beneath him as a man, but as a fellow being, one with whom he could see himself experience unspeakable pleasures with. It made his heart race up into his throat, shook Snake from the core.

At least against an enemy, he knew what was in front of him. If they had a gun, he knew how to dodge. If they decided to wrap their hands around his throat, he knew how to rip them off. But with this, with Raiden…how could he know what to expect?

His lips made their way to Raiden’s cheek, then hovered right above his lips. Snake hesitated, as if this one action would break him, shatter him to a million pieces. He thought maybe he should close his eyes, maybe not seeing Raiden would make it easier at first.

Raiden could feel the tense coming from Snake’s body, the hesitation, the confusion. Without a thought, listening completely to his body, he closed the small gap between their lips. With that instant he felt his breath taken from him, and he felt Snake’s hands, which were still on his arms, tighten their grip. The kiss was a simple movement of lips, but it was enough. Raiden’s body raged with the contact, and when Snake pulled back, Raiden drove foreword, discarding all thoughts of discomfort. His mouth devoured Snake’s, taking the man off guard.

Raiden’s tongue entangled his own, and Snake’s mind raced. Oh God, what was he doing? Was this really Raiden’s tongue against his, sending little shocks through his body of bliss? Was this really Raiden’s skin beneath his fingertips, so soft, so smooth? Was this really a man beneath him?

Forcing his mind into silence, Snake gave into Raiden’s mouth and kissed him back fiercely. When their lips parted, Raiden’s raced breath hit Snake’s lift softly, felt like little gusts of a warm summer wind.

He leaned down, his lips this time connecting with Raiden’s collar bone. The pale blonde sighed, closed his eyes as the lips made a path to his nipple. Snake hesitated again, and Raiden edged him on with a soft moan of anticipation. Snake’s tongue flicked the very pale pink bud quickly, and Raiden bit his lip. When Snake’s lips closed over it, Raiden moaned, his hips pushing forward in a reflex, begging for attention. One of Raiden’s arms was released, and he felt Snake’s hand between his legs, cupping his balls. He gasped, wrapping his free arm around the other man’s shoulders.

He felt Snake step back, leading him by the hold on his testicles, which Raiden had to admit only made him about ten times hornier, and forced him to the ground. Raiden lay flat as Snake’s lips trailed down his stomach, then lower still, stopping at the base of his now aching cock. Again there was a bit of hesitation, and this time Raiden fought down his whimpers, but a few escaped his now kiss swollen lips.

Snake felt his stomach tighten and found that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to leave the man in this state. He kissed softly along the base of Raiden’s cock, the slight fuzz along his chin tickling Raiden’s skin. Raiden sighed, his eyes closing, only to have them shoot open when he felt Snake’s mouth wrap about his erection. He arched his back as the wet heat engulfed him, made his body rage with an insatiable need.

Snake’s tongue was dancing along Raiden’s length as his mouth moved, and somehow he didn’t feel out of place. His conscience began to fire questions at him, wondering how he could do this, of all places and of all people, but he shut it up quickly and focused on the sounds coming from Raiden’s heavenly lips. The sounds got louder, moans all trailing into one, until he felt Raiden’s hips pumping slightly up towards his mouth, the other man obviously restraining the urge to bury his cock deep in Snake’s throat.

Snake took as much of Raiden in as he could, his hand keeping a firm hold on the rest of his cock, and swore he felt Raiden’s pulse sweep through the blonde’s body and into his. Then he heard Raiden’s louder moans, felt his body shudder as his cum shot into his throat. Snake swallowed, ignoring the slightly bitter, odd taste as much as he could. He wasn’t really sure he disliked it, but it was just too new a taste to dwell on long.

He sat up slowly and looked at Raiden, who was panting, his eyes concentrating on Snake like a lioness watches her prey. Before Snake could move or even breath, Raiden was forcing him to the ground, devouring his mouth was again. His hands fisted in Snake’s thick deep brown hair. He pulled lightly, and Snake gasped, found the pain to be a very arousing feeling. Raiden released with one hand and let it trail down Snake’s chest, his stomach, and over the hard-on that Snake had somehow not noticed; he’d been so caught up in Raiden.

He groaned as Raiden massaged it gently through his sneaking suit, before trailing his hand back up and finding a zipper. He opened the suit and released all of Snake’s hair. The blonde’s lips touched Snake’s stomach, felt hard muscle beneath the skin somewhere, as if they were tensing in anticipation. He kissed lower, his hand gripping onto Snake’s cock. He grinned against the other’s skin as Snake gasped; his head tipping back a bit.

He nipped Snake’s stomach lightly before sitting up more and concentrating on his cock. His tongue danced over the head lightly, his hand pumping slowly, torturing Snake in return for starting all of this. However, he didn’t seem to mind from the low moans that escaped his throat. Raiden took the head into his mouth now and sucked lightly as he pumped, his free hand resting on Snake’s stomach, running down his smooth stomach, fingers feeling smooth skin that seemed to crackle with a needy energy.

Raiden gave in and took as much of Snake as he could into his mouth and bobbed his head, his hands gripping onto Snake’s hips to keep them from thrusting up too forcefully into his mouth. Snake’s head tossed once, twice, and he gasped, the moaned low as he released all the static desire coursing through his body. It transferred to Raiden’s mouth, who could’ve sworn he really felt the shock. He swallowed everything, even licked his lips when Snake was looking at him, as if extending an invitation for other rounds.

Snake sat up; catching his breath quicker then Raiden had, and looked at the younger man. Both seemed unsure as to what to say, so Snake simply got up and walked over to a small trunk. He zipped his suit back up, then kicked the trunk towards Raiden, who opened it to find his gear, and finally his clothing.

He stood and slipped into the sneaking suit, the snug feel of another layer of skin much more comforting to run around in. He fastened his gear back on, then looked at Snake, who was watching him. He walked over to the brunette and placed a hand on his chest, then sighed. Raiden didn’t know what to say, and he knew Snake didn’t either. His fingers curled a little, as if resisting the urge to dig through the suit and Snake’s chest towards his beating heart.

“We need to go,” Snake said, trying to remember what the hell he was even doing. Oh, yes, destroying a metal gear, keeping nuclear weapons from being used. That kind of thing. Raiden nodded, but moved closer instead of towards a door. He wrapped his arms around Snake and embraced him, not expecting the man to touch him back, in fact half expecting him to push Raiden away.

But Snake didn’t. His hands rested on Raiden’s back, one trailing lightly over his spine.

“Maybe I should torment you more,” Snake whispered, a laugh in his voice. Raiden grinned and looked up, pale eyes infatuated now by the man against him. Perhaps even moving from infatuation towards a more solid feeling, more towards affection. Something that could blossom into love given the right amount of time and care.

“I’d like that,” Raiden said. “When we get out of here, you can torment me all you want.” Snake tussled Raiden’s hair, then stepped back and set his face to a serious expression. Raiden nodded, knowing full well they had a job to do, and followed Snake towards a door.

However, Snake’s mind was far from the mission, far away in its own little world. Had he really just done that? Did he really just go that far with Raiden, when they were supposed to be saving some blind world? And, perhaps the scariest thing to him was, did he really enjoy it? Was his heart really still pounding against his ribs from Raiden’s touch, his pale eyes? Was his body still so alive from even thinking on the boy?

And was he really starting to feel affection for the man rooted deep in his frantically beating heart?