The Locker Incident

Strut A was wonderfully calm. To the naked eye, one would never be able to imagine that at present there was a terrorist action going on here. Seagulls flew over the Big Shell decontamination complex like it was a normal day. The sounds of water lapping up against the bottom of the strut could be heard, the water calmly continuing to flow like any other day.

The sound of the elevator rising broke the calmness on top of the strut. Seagulls flocked to the skies, avoiding the rising elevator that brought forward another predator. It stopped suddenly with a loud crash, and the figure onboard stepped off. The elevator instantly disappeared beneath ground again, summoned by somebody else.

He couldn’t take a moment to admire the scenery; the elevator would be rising again soon, carrying its human cargo. He headed to the fencing and crawled beneath it quickly, heading down into the strut. He had a job to do. He grunted. There was always a job to do, never a chance to just enjoy life, to relax and reflect on feelings. The battlefield demanded attention and respect at all times. However, this was the life he had chosen. He was the only one who could do it.

He heard the elevator crash again upstairs, its new cargo had arrived, a puppet in a very sick game, a game he used to play all the time. Now, he was free, fighting for what he believed in. Yet still something was missing.

Snake sighed, and looked around. This was the point where he’d arranged for Otacon to come to with his Navy SEAL uniform, but he was late. He jumped into the nearest locker to keep himself covered. After all, Solid Snake was officially dead. He couldn’t afford to give away his identity to anyone just yet, especially after all the work he and Otacon had gone to get Liquid Snake’s body and parade it around as Solid Snake’s. Sometimes, it was better to be dead. Now, nobody could exploit the legend.

Snake heard footsteps, and leaned back in the locker. Who might it be? The other person who was here besides him? Then he heard a voice calling out his name… it was Otacon. Snake gave out a sigh of relief and opened the locker.

“S…Snake! There you are!” Otacon’s relieved voice came, “I have your SEAL gear.”

Snake grabbed it, but then heard footsteps. He grabbed Otacon and pulled him inside the locker with him, closing the door tightly. It was tight inside the locker, but Snake knew they’d probably be safe in here until the danger passed. He heard mumbling from outside.

“I forgot to lock this locker with my ration in,” the guard mumbled, and before he could do anything, he heard a key turn in the lock, and footsteps fade away.

Snake tried the door. No luck. “Looks like we’re trapped here,” he said.

Otacon felt nervous. Not only was he trapped in a locker with Solid Snake, it was also very hot in there, and Snake smelled very… attractive, Otacon thought. He blushed, and luckily in the darkness Snake couldn’t see it.

They stood there for about 10 minutes, in which time Snake had tried punching and kicking the door, all to no avail. This was one tough locker, and if they were stuck in it for too long, this mission was going to go badly wrong.

Worse still, it was getting hotter.

Snake grunted. His Sneaking Suit was really irritating him, the rubber was getting extremely sticky. He pulled it off him down to the waist, exposing his bare chest.

“Sorry,” he moaned, “Couldn’t stand it much longer.”

Otacon couldn’t help but stare. Snake was so perfectly formed, every bulge and muscle was where it should be. How he would love to… He stopped himself right there. Snake was his friend, and even though he was trapped in very close proximity to him, half naked, he just couldn’t allow himself to think dirty thoughts. He tried to think of other things.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Snake said, finally making conversation, “You okay?”

“Y…yeah,” he said, “Just nervous about this mission, I guess…”

They returned to silence again. Otacon was sweating badly, it was so incredibly hot, but he didn’t dare to take any of his clothes off. Snake finally spoke up.

“Otacon, are you going to melt to death or are you going to remove that lab coat for once?” he said.

Otacon, realizing he would be exposing nothing if he took it off, did so. It was hard to get off in the confined space, though, and he only managed it with Snake’s help. Snake also took off his t-shirt, exposing his bare chest. Otacon was really nervous, he was half naked in a space where he was pressed up against the handsome half naked body that was breathing in perfect time, that smelled so good, that he admitted to himself he’d fancied for two years, that…

He looked up, and noticed Snake was smiling.

“W…what’s so funny?” he said nervously. He looked down at his skinny body, it was probably that which Snake was laughing at. He covered himself with his arms ashamedly.

“Hey, I wasn’t laughing at you,” Snake said, “I just think this whole situation is funny.”

“I’m glad one of us does,” Otacon mumbled.
Snake sighed inwardly. Otacon wasn’t enjoying being half naked with him in a locker; chances were, then, that he had no interest in him whatsoever. Therefore, his feelings and hopes of the last two years had been a waste of time… He beat his fist against the locker side.

“What’s wrong?” Otacon asked. He looked at Snake’s face. He looked somehow… disappointed, angry, upset… He probably wasn’t enjoying being stuck in a locker with him half-naked. He didn’t blame Snake; he knew he was nothing to look at.

Snake reached down best he could to remove his boots, they were really annoying him. He managed to get the first one off without any hassle, but removing the second one was trickier. He finally pulled it off using his other foot… then lost balance, and the next he knew he was laying in a sitting up position in the bottom of the locker with Otacon on top of him. To top it off, this position was putting some rather naughty mental images in his head, and he felt himself grow aroused in the tight sneaking suit.

Otacon looked down, Snake was below him, looking strangely… aroused. He looked down to the relevant area between the thighs, and found that he was right. Something had turned Snake on, and Otacon was beginning to wonder…

Snake knew he was done for now. Otacon had seen the bulge in his sneaking suit, this was it, Otacon was going to lecture him now, and then tell him that he didn’t love him. He closed his eyes… and felt a hand nervously touching him. His eyes flicked open again, and Otacon was looking lovingly down at him.

Snake didn’t know what to say, what to do. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings to anybody, so he just smiled and moaned gently.

“You don’t like this,” Otacon said, “I’m sorry, Snake.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Snake said, “It feels good.”

Otacon couldn’t believe he was hearing that. He wanted to be told to stop; he wanted a negative reaction so that his brain would quit giving him dirty thoughts… but Snake wanted more? If he wanted more, Otacon was definitely going to give it, and he rubbed more daringly up Snake’s leg.

Snake realized he wasn’t dreaming, Otacon was definitely touching him, and he liked it so much… Fuck this, he thought, and moved up towards Otacon, embracing him and kissing him passionately. Otacon moaned into Snake’s mouth. He couldn’t believe it, Snake was kissing him… He knew he had to be dreaming.

They stood up together, sliding their way up the locker sides, still kissing, letting their hands roam each other. The mission was forgotten, right now, all they wanted was each other. They didn’t even care about being trapped in the locker anymore.

Otacon finally dared to move his hands between Snake’s legs and rub his erection through his sneaking suit, Snake moaned so loudly that Otacon thought he was going to melt in pure bliss.

“Stop,” Snake moaned, moving Otacon’s hands away. Otacon soon realized why, as Snake pulled at his own sneaking suit, trying to get it off. He finally managed it, and stood there naked in all his glory in front of Otacon. Otacon’s mind was racing, thinking of a million ways to pleasure Snake and make him reach orgasm.

Snake didn’t stop there, though. He moved to Otacon’s clothes, Otacon yielded willingly and let Snake remove his trousers and underwear. He felt embarrassed when he compared his body to Snake’s, but when he saw Snake looking hungrily at him, all his fears faded away.

The pressed hard against each other, feeling their arousals rubbing against each other, they moaned loudly. Snake rubbed Otacon’s ass gently and Otacon moaned Snake’s real name as they kissed again. They’d waited so long for this…

Otacon turned around slowly, so his back was facing Snake. He knew what he wanted, but he wanted Snake to figure it out for himself, and he would only do that if he, too, wanted it. His wishes were granted when he felt Snake’s arousal pressing against his ass, teasing him, rubbing it up and down the length of his entrance.

Otacon moaned… “Take me, Dave…”

Snake wanted Otacon more than anything in the world, but he didn’t want to use him, didn’t want to be left, like all his past lovers had left him behind, didn’t want Otacon to leave.

“Tell me, Otacon…” Snake said, “Do you love me enough to want this and stay with me?”

Otacon smiled to hear that. “Yes,” he said, “I’ve loved you for two years, Dave…”

Snake kissed him on the neck passionately. Licking a finger, he slipped it into Otacon’s ass. Otacon let out a squeal of delight. Snake knew that he wanted him, here and now. He rubbed his own saliva into his cock for lubrication, and slowly inserted it into Otacon’s ass…

A figure calmly made his way down to Strut A after being a little delayed, the guards had woken up before he had been able to get the elevator. He heard moans coming from a locker and stood outside, looking bewildered at the shaking, moaning locker.

“Oh yes, Hal, yes…” one voice screamed. The locker moved as the two figures inside it struggled to keep their pleasures inside.

Otacon moaned back… “Dave!” he cried, as they pressed harder against the locker, it moving and shaking with every motion they made.

The figure outside stood there in bewilderment. This was not in the mission plan.

“Ohhhhh!” came Otacon’s cries of pleasure. He was nearing climax as Snake was stroking his cock while fucking him. They suddenly moved and pressed against the door, Snake thrusting harder into Otacon, crying out his name. The locker juddered and moved with the force of their motions.

Otacon screamed as he came into Snake’s hand. It set Snake off and he came into Otacon, pressing so hard against the door, thrusting and banging against it.

The door parted from its hinges and the two naked lovers cried out as they fell to the floor, still joined.

A pair of very embarrassed innocent eyes bored into Snake and he looked up to see a white haired guy looking down at him and Otacon. He pointed and opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.

Otacon was beetroot in colour. Snake didn’t move off him, neither of them wanted to expose himself to this white haired stranger.

Raiden realized he’d walked in on something he shouldn’t have, and started to back away, running up the steps.

“Wait,” Snake said, “You didn’t see this.”

“No, I didn’t,” Raiden said, and ran off as quickly as he could, looking very flushed.