Whisper
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Category:
+M through R › Metal Gear
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,764
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own Snake, Otacon or Metal Gear Solid, and nobody would pay me even if I asked them.
Whisper
Their bodies entwined, kisses flowing like wine, emotions unsuppressed, they gave their all to each other. Whispered groans and promises in the darkness, savouring the moment, for who knew what the day would bring? Their next mission could be the last for either of them, and so they lived each day like it was their last.
Countless times they had saved one another. Somewhere along that line their continued existence had come to mean more to each other than just the completion of the mission, or the safety of a friend. Now they were closer than ever, and valued each other's life like they valued their own - perhaps even more.
Scientist and soldier... An odd combination, some might say, but they complemented each other perfectly, Otacon's computer knowledge and Snake's extensive field experience. Together, they were a two-man team that could do just about anything.
Even fall in love. Love had bloomed on the battlefield, just like Snake said it could, but differently to all the ephemeral flowers that had wilted and died before they had come together.
Calloused hands explored Otacon's body, tracing lines across his fragile form with his fingers, and planting kisses upon his lips. Once, Snake had lived for nobody else. Now he lived for everyone else. In the day he destroyed Metal Gears, and secured a future for the world, while at night he revelled in the burning glow of his love.
They rolled over together, their hard naked bodies pressing close, hoarse, hot needy breaths caressing each other's faces. Otacon's head pressed into the pillow and his back arched as Snake kissed down his body, giving every inch of flesh his time and attention. Otacon suppressed a cry as Snake's mouth consumed his need. So many nights he had dreamed, before he could have, and now a fire burned in his soul as he saw it was really happening. Even though they had been together for so long, every night felt like the first and the last.
They stopped, and then Snake found his place inside Otacon soundlessly, waiting for him to adjust and then rocking back and forth inside, slow and steady, panting and moaning as pleasure coursed through them. Snake touched Otacon's need and sent him spiralling towards ecstasy on a path of no return. A cry, and then release, and then he heard his own cries as he reached climax. A moment of recovery, and then Snake's hands ran up Otacon's body, and kisses bruised his neck. Then a deep breath, and a silence neither wanted to break. They could never find the words to describe it, for to confine it to earthly meaning would be to somehow defile it.
Curling up close, they held each other through the night, two beings in a cocoon, as one as two could be.
That was the last night they spent together.
One bullet, fired from a Colt Single Action Army; one soldier's heart it pierced, a bullet that never missed its target. The world moved in slow motion as shock took over. Otacon caught the falling sun in his hands and watched them burn red as the life flowed from his love.
Tears, and then he heard Snake's final whisper, not about the mission, or the world, or what to do next, just three simple words as if they could somehow represent all they had shared:
"I love you."
Countless times they had saved one another. Somewhere along that line their continued existence had come to mean more to each other than just the completion of the mission, or the safety of a friend. Now they were closer than ever, and valued each other's life like they valued their own - perhaps even more.
Scientist and soldier... An odd combination, some might say, but they complemented each other perfectly, Otacon's computer knowledge and Snake's extensive field experience. Together, they were a two-man team that could do just about anything.
Even fall in love. Love had bloomed on the battlefield, just like Snake said it could, but differently to all the ephemeral flowers that had wilted and died before they had come together.
Calloused hands explored Otacon's body, tracing lines across his fragile form with his fingers, and planting kisses upon his lips. Once, Snake had lived for nobody else. Now he lived for everyone else. In the day he destroyed Metal Gears, and secured a future for the world, while at night he revelled in the burning glow of his love.
They rolled over together, their hard naked bodies pressing close, hoarse, hot needy breaths caressing each other's faces. Otacon's head pressed into the pillow and his back arched as Snake kissed down his body, giving every inch of flesh his time and attention. Otacon suppressed a cry as Snake's mouth consumed his need. So many nights he had dreamed, before he could have, and now a fire burned in his soul as he saw it was really happening. Even though they had been together for so long, every night felt like the first and the last.
They stopped, and then Snake found his place inside Otacon soundlessly, waiting for him to adjust and then rocking back and forth inside, slow and steady, panting and moaning as pleasure coursed through them. Snake touched Otacon's need and sent him spiralling towards ecstasy on a path of no return. A cry, and then release, and then he heard his own cries as he reached climax. A moment of recovery, and then Snake's hands ran up Otacon's body, and kisses bruised his neck. Then a deep breath, and a silence neither wanted to break. They could never find the words to describe it, for to confine it to earthly meaning would be to somehow defile it.
Curling up close, they held each other through the night, two beings in a cocoon, as one as two could be.
That was the last night they spent together.
One bullet, fired from a Colt Single Action Army; one soldier's heart it pierced, a bullet that never missed its target. The world moved in slow motion as shock took over. Otacon caught the falling sun in his hands and watched them burn red as the life flowed from his love.
Tears, and then he heard Snake's final whisper, not about the mission, or the world, or what to do next, just three simple words as if they could somehow represent all they had shared:
"I love you."