Sidewinder
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Category:
+M through R › Metal Gear
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,015
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Metal Gear, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Sidewinder
Sidewinder
Summary: He needed to tell him, but can he?
Author’s Note: I had such a bad urge to write Het (MY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!) and this story was the result, which would explain why it’s pretty much crap.
OooooO
She pressed him into the mattress, her soft, naked breasts pressing into the hard muscles of his chest as she suckled the sensitive cords of his neck. She grinned, savoring his masculine scent and his unique, spicy-sweet flavor as she worked her way up under his jaw, nipping slightly at the rough skin, eliciting a soft growl as strong hands ran down her back to squeeze at her still clothed rear.
Being a man, one known for loving women at that, he should be enjoying this. Having a beautiful woman on top of him, willing to give him anything he asked for, is what every man dreamed of. Every man except him apparently. Although her attention was pleasurable, it was strictly in a physical way. His thoughts kept straying, kept telling him she was too soft, her hair was all wrong, and her scent was off. That she wasn’t him, no matter how hard he wish it she’d never be him.
She’d never be his Hal.
When he first met the hacker, he viewed him as an asset, nothing more. He created Metal Gear, therefore knew how to stop it. As time went on, the engineer grew on him. When he ended up watching some Anime with him, he found himself gazing at him, wanting to pull him closer and kiss him until they forgot about all that was happening around them.
His jaw clenched in frustration, eyes squeezing shut as he bit back a forlorn moan.
Sensing his distress, she stopped her ministrations, gazing down at him with concern filled, dark eyes. “Baby? What’s wrong?” Her too small hand stroked his rough cheek gently, getting his attention.
You’re not him. “I guess I’m just…tired?” He finished lamely, immediately regretting saying it. Her understanding smile as she got off of him, stretching her lithe form out next to him as she draped her arms around his torso, sooth his worries.
“It’s all right baby. We’ll try again later.” She whispered, voice husky with suggestion as she grinned into his broad chest. He put a hand over her head, running a hand through her silky hair gently. Hair that was too silky. He found himself longing for the feeling of Hal’s coarser hair under his hands as she fell asleep, her breath heating his skin.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he didn’t want her. At least not in the way he wanted-
He felt something in his chest constrict, as if a hand reached in and grabbed his lungs, causing his breath to hitch. He stared up at the darkened ceiling, willing his yearning away with negative thoughts. He knew he could never have Hal. The last time he heard, he was in a happy relationship with a woman he met a few months back. Whenever Hal spoke of her, his face lit up, face full of the same happiness he felt when they were near. He never showed any interest past close friendship for him, so why did he hurt himself by pining for someone who didn’t feel the same way?
Because it’s not that easy. It never was that easy. There was a time where he thought he could never love anyone, convinced himself that he was an unlovable killing machine and that if he did end up loving someone, he’d just end up hurting them, either by dying or killing them himself. Of course, he’d hurt Hal in the past, with scathing words and even with his own hands a couple times, but he made him open his eyes, forced him to face the fact that he could be loved, that he was human like everyone else.
At first, that scared him. It still did if he thought about it too long.
He sighed heavily feeling restless and needing to walk. Carefully, he maneuvered out from under his sleeping partner, slowly lowering his feet to the wooden floor. He stood, running a hand through his hair as he silently made his way to the bathroom. He needed to sort his thoughts, either forget them or act on them. Too bad that was easier said than done.
He turned on the water, splashing the cold liquid on his face as he thought. Running a hand slowly over his dripping features, he gritted his teeth. He needed to tell Hal how he felt, or he’d drive himself crazy. On the other hand, he didn’t want to hurt him, or his girlfriend. She was a nice girl, and made Hal happy. On the other hand, the jealous, possessive part of him didn’t care if he was happy with her. As long as Hal was in his bed, that’s all that mattered.
He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself from his conflicted thoughts and to not put a frustrated fist through the wall. Instead, he roughly grabbed the towel off the bar it was draped over, taking out his frustration on the soft fabric, twisting the fabric in his hands as he rubbed it over his face, practically taking off a layer of skin along with the water.
Throwing the damp towel into the corner roughly, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His face was drawn, making him look older than he really was. His eyes had a dulled look to them, ringed with the start of dark circles. He chalked his haggard appearance up to getting too little sleep, although he knew there was an underlying cause.
He needed to tell Hal, before he was eaten from the inside out.
OooooO
God, I feel like I butchered this somehow. Also, this came out as more of “stream of consciousness” things that I tried to make sense of.
Summary: He needed to tell him, but can he?
Author’s Note: I had such a bad urge to write Het (MY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!) and this story was the result, which would explain why it’s pretty much crap.
OooooO
She pressed him into the mattress, her soft, naked breasts pressing into the hard muscles of his chest as she suckled the sensitive cords of his neck. She grinned, savoring his masculine scent and his unique, spicy-sweet flavor as she worked her way up under his jaw, nipping slightly at the rough skin, eliciting a soft growl as strong hands ran down her back to squeeze at her still clothed rear.
Being a man, one known for loving women at that, he should be enjoying this. Having a beautiful woman on top of him, willing to give him anything he asked for, is what every man dreamed of. Every man except him apparently. Although her attention was pleasurable, it was strictly in a physical way. His thoughts kept straying, kept telling him she was too soft, her hair was all wrong, and her scent was off. That she wasn’t him, no matter how hard he wish it she’d never be him.
She’d never be his Hal.
When he first met the hacker, he viewed him as an asset, nothing more. He created Metal Gear, therefore knew how to stop it. As time went on, the engineer grew on him. When he ended up watching some Anime with him, he found himself gazing at him, wanting to pull him closer and kiss him until they forgot about all that was happening around them.
His jaw clenched in frustration, eyes squeezing shut as he bit back a forlorn moan.
Sensing his distress, she stopped her ministrations, gazing down at him with concern filled, dark eyes. “Baby? What’s wrong?” Her too small hand stroked his rough cheek gently, getting his attention.
You’re not him. “I guess I’m just…tired?” He finished lamely, immediately regretting saying it. Her understanding smile as she got off of him, stretching her lithe form out next to him as she draped her arms around his torso, sooth his worries.
“It’s all right baby. We’ll try again later.” She whispered, voice husky with suggestion as she grinned into his broad chest. He put a hand over her head, running a hand through her silky hair gently. Hair that was too silky. He found himself longing for the feeling of Hal’s coarser hair under his hands as she fell asleep, her breath heating his skin.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he didn’t want her. At least not in the way he wanted-
He felt something in his chest constrict, as if a hand reached in and grabbed his lungs, causing his breath to hitch. He stared up at the darkened ceiling, willing his yearning away with negative thoughts. He knew he could never have Hal. The last time he heard, he was in a happy relationship with a woman he met a few months back. Whenever Hal spoke of her, his face lit up, face full of the same happiness he felt when they were near. He never showed any interest past close friendship for him, so why did he hurt himself by pining for someone who didn’t feel the same way?
Because it’s not that easy. It never was that easy. There was a time where he thought he could never love anyone, convinced himself that he was an unlovable killing machine and that if he did end up loving someone, he’d just end up hurting them, either by dying or killing them himself. Of course, he’d hurt Hal in the past, with scathing words and even with his own hands a couple times, but he made him open his eyes, forced him to face the fact that he could be loved, that he was human like everyone else.
At first, that scared him. It still did if he thought about it too long.
He sighed heavily feeling restless and needing to walk. Carefully, he maneuvered out from under his sleeping partner, slowly lowering his feet to the wooden floor. He stood, running a hand through his hair as he silently made his way to the bathroom. He needed to sort his thoughts, either forget them or act on them. Too bad that was easier said than done.
He turned on the water, splashing the cold liquid on his face as he thought. Running a hand slowly over his dripping features, he gritted his teeth. He needed to tell Hal how he felt, or he’d drive himself crazy. On the other hand, he didn’t want to hurt him, or his girlfriend. She was a nice girl, and made Hal happy. On the other hand, the jealous, possessive part of him didn’t care if he was happy with her. As long as Hal was in his bed, that’s all that mattered.
He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself from his conflicted thoughts and to not put a frustrated fist through the wall. Instead, he roughly grabbed the towel off the bar it was draped over, taking out his frustration on the soft fabric, twisting the fabric in his hands as he rubbed it over his face, practically taking off a layer of skin along with the water.
Throwing the damp towel into the corner roughly, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His face was drawn, making him look older than he really was. His eyes had a dulled look to them, ringed with the start of dark circles. He chalked his haggard appearance up to getting too little sleep, although he knew there was an underlying cause.
He needed to tell Hal, before he was eaten from the inside out.
OooooO
God, I feel like I butchered this somehow. Also, this came out as more of “stream of consciousness” things that I tried to make sense of.