The Seduction of Dr. Hal Emmerich

The Seduction of Dr. Hal Emmerich


Since the takeover of Shadow Moses Island, Dr. Hal Emmerich had been in a state of shock. Constantly guarded, there was little he could do, but pray and keep working like he was told to. The only light in this dark was Sniper Wolf. She was a vision of beauty, strong and confident. Her visits were the only thing keeping him from falling apart, but they were becoming fewer as time passed.

He was brought food and allowed to wash and rest, but it was little comfort. He would find himself wondering if one of the guards would come in at any moment and just take him out with a blast of gunfire. That was a fear he could not shake off. They were violent people, but it was worse because there was a bigger agenda going on. One that would be catastrophic if these people were successful.

Hal's eyes went blurry on the computer screen and he sighed, taking his glasses off to clean the lenses on his shirt. He stood to get some coffee, feeling like a zombie as he slid them back on his face. He was exhausted, physically and mentally. The strain was taking it's toll, but he was trying to stay as strong as he possibly could, situation being as it was. He poured a cup and brought it to his lips, blowing soft before he took a sip. He grimaced at the bitter taste, but drank more anyway. He needed to stay awake, and he never knew when they would come in to take him to a room to sleep.

He took the handkerchief from his pocket and looked at it with soft eyes. He put the silken cloth to his nose, smelling her scent. It was a token from Sniper Wolf, but he was smart enough to know she didn't have feelings for him. Smart as he was, he still had his fantasy. He closed his eyes, brushing the soft cloth against his stubble rough cheek. If only they had met in a different circumstance.

Hal heard the familiar hiss of the lab door opening and he jerked, stuffing the handkerchief back into his pocket hastily. He kept his back turned and went back to drinking the coffee, gulping it down. The guard said nothing, but he heard the boots thumping across the floor toward him. It wasn't her, the footfalls were much too heavy.

"How are we doing, Dr. Emmerich?" the voice asked smoothly behind him.

Hal dropped his cup when he recognized the voice as that of Liquid Snake. Coffee splashed the counter and broken pieces of the cup slid and fell to the floor. The reaction was probably over the top, but he had not gotten a visit from the man since the takeover. Maybe he was of no more use and was going to be killed after all.

"I'm..a...

"Clumsy," Liquid said and chuckled soft.

"I suppose." He grabbed up the paper towel and started to quickly sop up the mess, trying his best to keep his hands from shaking.

"Leave it," Liquid ordered, voice not sharp, but firm enough that Hal froze his desperate cleaning.

Hal stood still, not sure what to do. He was resistant on turning to face the man. He didn't want him to see the fear in his eyes. Yes, he was terrified to the point of his stomach knotting and feeling slightly ill. Liquid's arms came around his body and he jerked, biting back a yelp. A light chuckle started behind him as Liquid's hands went about grabbing another cup and pouring more coffee.

"There you are." Liquid offered the filled cup.

"Th..thank you." Hal took it and held his breath until Liquid's arms moved back.

"You're a very nervous man," Liquid said as he moved further away to look at the computer screen. "Do I frighten you?"

"No...not at all."

"You're not a very good liar." He chuckled and leaned against the desk. "Turn around."

Hal swallowed and turned, eyes focusing on the man he wished would just leave the room. Something about his presence obviously made him feel on edge, but it was of the unknown. It was like he was playing a game of some kind, and only he knew the rules. He took a drink of the coffee and the bitter taste escaped him this time.

"Are you here to kill me?" He was proud that his voice didn't waver, but when Liquid only answered with a smirk, his hand shook, splashing more coffee on the floor. "Are you?!"

"You have a brilliant mind. It would be such a waste to kill you."

"Brilliant mind that's easy to manipulate," he said softly and sat the cup down with a sigh.

In truth if he had known what they had planned for Metal Gear REX, he never would have created it. This whole thing had turned into a nightmare. He looked toward Liquid and moved over to a chair to sit down. He didn't trust his legs to keep him upright for much longer. He rubbed his temple, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on.

"Stressed?"

Hal barked a nervous laugh. "Oh, what do I have to be stressed about?"

Liquid smirked. "There are several ways to relieve stress. Drinking, smoking, having a nice bath, or swim." He took a seat and put his feet up on the desk. "Or, you could have a nice hard fuck."

Hal looked away quickly, his face burning when Liquid laughed. This was definitely getting bizarre. Liquid had not physically hurt him yet, but just the tone of his voice was making his skin crawl. Hal avoided looking his way, keeping his eyes focused on the door.

"Going to make a run for it?" Liquid asked.

"I don't have anywhere to run to."

"No, but it would be fun to chase you down. A little break from the mundane." He tapped his fingers on the desk, smirking when Hal squirmed in his seat. "Want to make a go for it?"

"No, I'd rather not play your game," Hal said, listening to the tapping of his fingers. The longer he sat there, the more his nerves were put on edge. He was being tormented, all because this mad man was bored.

"What is that in your pocket?" Liquid asked, fingers thumping away.

"What?"

"You heard me. Don't act stupid. I saw you stuffing something in your pocket when I came in. Are you hiding something from me?"

"It's just a handkerchief."

Liquid chuckled. "Let me see it."

Hal took it from his pocket with a soft sigh. He expected Liquid would take it away from him, just out of spite. The man looked at the cloth in his hand and laughed, head going back, hand pounding on the desk. Hal stuffed it back in his pocket, face burning, disturbed by his reaction. God, he just wanted him to leave. He looked down at his feet, and the laughter continued.

"Why is it so funny?" he finally mustered enough courage to ask.

"Oh..," he chuckled, "that is cute."

"What?" Hal looked up at him, and saw he had put his feet back on the floor and was sitting straighter in the chair.

"Sniper Wolf is leading you on, Dr. Emmerich."

"She's not.."

"Oh, you poor thing."

"I'm not a fool. She's...just being nice to me. That's more than I can say for the rest of you monsters."

"Monsters, are we?"

Hal averted his eyes. "Yes."

"Such a harsh judge of character," Liquid said with a soft chuckle. "This coming from a man that ruined his own family."

Hal looked sharply at him. "What do you mean?"

"I know about your past, Dr. Emmerich. The little affair with step mommy and daddy taking the last plunge in the pool."

"Shut up!"

"And little sister nearly drowning too. Nice touch there."

"Stop it!"

Liquid smirked soft and stood up from the chair, watching Hal with calculating eyes. Hal looked down at his hands, clasping them together to keep them from trembling, his knuckles white they were clenched so tight. He hated thinking about that part of his life, and to know this man knew it made him feel dirty. His heart was thudding hard in his chest, and he felt much too warm. He just wanted to sleep to escape this for a short time at least.

"We all have our skeletons. Don't you agree, Dr. Emmerich?" His voice was soft and luring, pulling Hal's attention. The scientist looked at him, expression tepid. "I make it a priority to dig into the pasts of my enemies and prisoners alike. Don't feel so violated. Yours is tame compared to most."

"Wow, that makes me feel so much better," he whispered and looked away again.

"You don't sound very convincing, Dr. May I call you Hal?"

"Do what you want," Hal whispered again, too busy looking at his hands to see the pleased smirk touch Liquid's lips.

"Get up."

"Wh..what?" Hal looked up.

"Up....Stand up."

Hal swallowed and stood, fear trickling back ten fold, anger forgotten. Liquid watched him move, arms folded over his chest. He felt so damn vulnerable under his gaze. He looked away to stare at his coffee cup, jerking soft when Liquid made an amused sound.

"I think you need something stronger than coffee, Hal. Come with me. I got something that will help you relax."

"No, I.."

"Come with me."

Hal closed his eyes and nodded. "Alright." The last thing he wanted to do was piss this guy off. Hal didn't have a chance in a hand to hand fight. He looked at Liquid, just noting that he had no gun with him. The only weapon in sight was a knife he had sheathed and strapped to his belt. He took a deep breath. "I'll come with you."

Liquid smirked and waved him along as he walked to the door. They exited the lab, passing several heavily armed soldiers patrolling the halls. Hal stayed alert, trying to get more of a sense on the situation. It didn't look good. He wondered if help would come, and if it did, would they be able to make it past all the guards and alarms. It seemed impossible to him, but he was just a man, not a soldier.

They walked the halls and even moved outside to head to another building, leaving the lab so far behind that Hal began to get increasingly nervous again. He pulled his lab coat tighter around himself as the frigid wind whipped around them, snow flakes blowing across the ground. Liquid led him back inside, nodding to a few more patrolmen as he walked along. When they finally got to a door that Liquid unlocked, Hal was starting to regret his decision to be so accommodating. He was ushered inside the room, the door shut behind them, the sound of it like finality.

"This is where I've been staying," Liquid said absently, walking over to the desk to pick up a bottle of whiskey.

"Oh," was all Hal managed as he looked at the sparse room that only had the desk, one chair and a bed. It wasn't much different than the living quarters he had here, but this room was bigger, the bed a little nicer. He heard Liquid pouring a drink and looked over as the man turned. "This will warm you up," Liquid said and stepped over, handing over the glass. "Sorry, no ice."

"Oh, thank you." He took the offered whiskey and sipped it.

"Come on, take a big swig of it," Liquid said and smirked.

Hal's hand shook and he tossed the fiery drink back, his throat burning as it slid down. He coughed and gasped, eyes watering from the strength of it. It was obvious he wasn't used to alcohol, except for the occasional wine or bottle of beer. God, this stuff was like drinking gasoline.

Liquid laughed and slapped his back. "Can't take it, Hal?"

"I...*cough*..I'm not much of a drinker."

"You get used to it," Liquid said and poured him another.

"No, really, I don't want more."

"Drink, and sit down." Hal nodded and moved to go for the chair but Liquid shook his head and pointed at the bed. "There."

Hal opened his mouth to protest, but thought better and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge. He took another drink, this one not going down any easier as he coughed again with the burning sensation. One thing was true, he was feeling warmer from the ghastly stuff. Liquid drank straight from the bottle, eyes not leaving Hal. He cleared his throat and straightened his glasses. He wondered if a deer frozen in the path of oncoming headlights felt this way.

"You really are a skittish man," Liquid said, taking another swig, drinking the whiskey like water.

"Sorry, I'm not used to such brutality around me." He took another drink, fighting the urge to squirm under his gaze.

Liquid grunted soft and walked over, plopping down beside him, making the mattress shift. Hal bit back a gasp, staring straight ahead and drinking the rest of the contents in his glass. He shivered as the whiskey went down, the burning sensation not as harsh this time. Perhaps it was starting to have a numbing affect.

"We look at things differently, Hal. What you call brutality, I call necessity."

"I won't try to understand your way of thinking."

"That's probably best," he said, filling the glass Hal held loosely in his hand. "Drink," he urged softly.

Hal relented, drinking as he ordered. The quicker he got this done, the quicker Liquid would let him go back to the lab, or off to go sleep if he was really lucky. He swallowed the last bit and blinked, feeling the start of a drunken buzz fill his head. Liquid saw it as much as Hal felt it.

"Mm, lightweight as well." He took the glass from Hal's fingers and set it, along with the bottle, on the floor.

"I should get back," Hal muttered.

Liquid chuckled. "That's cute. I could tell you would be fun."

Hal blinked, looking at him. "Fun?" He put his hand to his head. "All I am is a little drunk."

"Like I said, cute." Liquid's fingers touched Hal's cheek.

"Wha.." Hal jerked soft, the fogginess of his brain taking a moment to realize what Liquid had in mind. "I really..need to go." He tried to stand, but felt the tight grip of Liquid's hand around his wrist and was yanked back down on his ass.

"No, no. You're going to keep me company."

"Can't you get one of your people to spend time with you?" he asked, voice shaking.

"I make it a rule to never fuck my subordinates," Liquid said, leaning closer.

Hal turned his head, then felt the touch of his lips against his neck. The slick feel of his tongue followed, the muscle swirling and teasing his flesh in such a way that he whimpered as it brushed skillfully. It enticed a breathy chuckle from the man who was taking control of his body with such ease. He was still scared, he couldn't deny that, but his touch was having a luring affect on his senses. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was his own weakness. He had been seduced before. No, he wouldn't think about his past and compare it to this.

He'd never been with a man before, but somehow that didn't matter. Only the sensations did. Liquid put a hand to his cheek and forced him to turn his head. The man smirked, then moved forward to capture Hal's mouth with a strong kiss, his tongue parted and penetrating his lips. Hal could taste the whiskey on the tongue that thrust and explored in his mouth. He was getting to like the taste now, his own tongue eagerly moving and rolling around it. His hands clamped onto Liquid's strong shoulders, panting harshly as the kiss deepened further, their teeth clashing with the force of it.

It was too damn hot in the room. Hal tried to shoulder his lab coat off and got some help from Liquid. He chuckled into the kiss and helped him along, yanking it down his arms with such force that Hal heard the soft sound of torn threads over his own needy moans. The kiss broke with an audible pop as Liquid pushed Hal back on the bed and moved quick to straddle over his waist to trap his prey.

"Well, this is a pleasant turn of events," Liquid said above him. "Here I thought I would have to force you."

"I.."

"I do prefer a willing partner," Liquid continued over him, stripping his shirt off to reveal packed muscle and skin that was covered with several scars from long ago battles. "You want me, yes?" Liquid smirked.

Hal's face burned. "Yes," he whispered, looking away from Liquid's smug expression.

"Mm, you are going to give me a lot of pleasure," his voice purred as his hand ran over Hal's shirt, thumb flicking open the buttons as he went.

"Please, don't hurt me," Hal said, shivering with renewed arousal as Liquid's fingertips brushed over his exposed chest.

"Oh, it might hurt here and there." Hal's eyes widened. Liquid smirked. "But you'll love it."

He proved his statement by pinching Hal's nipples between thumbs and forefingers, twisting and tugging them until Hal was squirming and gasping. Hal felt his lower body responding, his cock jerking while it stiffened hard against the inside of his pants as his nipples were deliciously abused. He gasped harder when the heat of Liquid's tongue toyed over the point of one stiffened nub, the other still being tortured with practiced fingers. Hal flushed as he looked down and met Liquid's upturned eyes. He suckled languidly over the nub, his teeth joined in the play, scraping the sensitive flesh. Hal yelped and slapped a hand over his mouth, blushing deeper.

Liquid pulled off the nipple and grinned. "Oh, a screamer. My favorite."

"No, I..." Hal squirmed when Liquid's knee ran up between his legs and over the bulge in his pants. "Ahh."

"Worried the guards will hear you, hm?"

"Ahh....Did you have to mention that?"

"How far is this blush going?" Liquid rasped, hand moving to Hal's belt to unfasten.

Before Hal knew it, his lower half was stripped. Liquid licked his lips and lowered back down, hand gripping the base of Hal's cock. He groaned, even before his lips wrapped around the head of his swollen member. He bit his lip, hands gripping the sheets beneath his body. The mixture of booze and sensations made his head spin, causing him lose his sense of modesty. He moaned out, hips pumping to the pleasure. It had been so long since he had felt something so personal, so good.

Rough hands pushed his legs apart, shocking him enough to freeze his wanting gyrations. He looked down, panting heavy, whimpering when he watched Liquid pull his mouth from his cock to smirk. He didn't want him to stop, but he didn't beg. He already felt weak enough for being lured into this. Liquid shifted, the leather of his belt creaking as he moved up. Hal watched him, breathing still hectic, heart pounding.

Liquid pressed two fingers to his lips. "Suck."

"Mn." Hal's lips parted hesitantly at first. The fingers slid in and he rolled his tongue over them, sucking and wetting the digits. He liked the way Liquid's eyes lidded and the pleased groans he made.

"That's good." Liquid pulled his fingers from his mouth. "Keep your legs open," he growled soft.

Hal shuddered when his hand lowered, the wet fingers tracing over his throbbing cock and teasing at his balls before going further. His first instinct was to do what Liquid warned him not to; put his legs together. His thighs trembled and he made another soft, whimpering sound. The saliva slick fingers slide between his cheeks and pressed against his opening. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling. Yet, his cock jerked when a deeper lust rippled through his body. The fingers pushed past the resistant ring of muscle.

"Oh God..it...." The fingers rolled roughly. "Hurts!"

"Relax, I haven't gotten to the good part yet," Liquid said and chuckled harshly.

"Mn." Hal turned his head against the pillow, eyes closed tight. He groaned, fighting to make his lower body relax to the intrusion. The digits thrusts and rolled, scissored and stretched his insides until he was shivering and dripping with perspiration. The pain was still there, but subsided slowly the longer he was toyed with. He turned his head back to look at Liquid with eyes that begged for more.

"How does this feel?" His fingers shifted inside, pressing that most inner spot.

"AH!" Pleasure like he had never felt before took over his lower region as Liquid fondled his prostate with skillful fingers. His legs shook, his back arched, hips rising to open himself more to Liquid's will.

"Not shy anymore, I see," Liquid said, the bed creaking as he shifted around, fingers still delving and working his tunnel. His other hand working his belt open, nimble fingers popping the button and yanking down the zipper.

Hal watched him, breath hitching. "Wa..wait.."

"Never tell an aroused man to wait, Hal." Liquid pulled his fingers free and rid himself of his pants and boxers with a rough yank to let them hang at his knees, not bothering to even take his boots off.

He's actually going to fuck me with that! Hal stared at Liquid's cock. It wasn't huge, but neither was it small. No, not by any means. He couldn't take his eyes away, exploring the veins and the head that was reddish in color from the state of extreme arousal. He didn't have much more of a visual when Liquid moved forward between his splayed legs. He braced for the pain.

"You look absolutely terrified right now, but your curiosity is too much for you to resist," Liquid observed, pulling Hal's legs up as he pushed against his prepared opening.

"Please." Hal held his breath as the thick head pushed in, holding it until Liquid slid in firm, base deep. "Oh God." He groaned, steeling himself against the pain, but it was easy when pleasure played the bigger part.

Liquid didn't hold back, hips thrusting in a slow, but steady rhythm. Hal met each motion, unsure at first, then rocking to his pace, the bed shifting and creaking with their weight. It felt so surreal. The alcohol whirled his senses further, his own cries of ecstasy sounding strange and clouded to his own ears. Sweat built between their bodies, Liquid's hard abs brushing his throbbing cock, wringing more yells out of Hal as they ground against each other.

"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out," growled Liquid, grunting each time his balls slapped against his ass with a forceful thrust.

"AH!" Hal gripped his shoulders, feeling his climax approaching faster each time his cock massaged that perfect spot deep inside his body. "I can't.." His cock jerked between them and the sticky heat of his seed spilled, coating their stomachs. Hal moaned out, fingers clamping harder on his broad shoulders as he was taken through the pleasure.

"Oh, you will," Liquid grunted, still pounding into him relentlessly. "And I'll show you." As it turned out, Liquid was right.


***


When Hal woke up, it was to a headache, sour stomach and body so sore that he felt like he had been beaten. He groaned, face pressed against the pillow as he slowly pieced together what had happened between he and Liquid. Sober, but with a hangover, he now looked back on it with a weird sense of loss. True, he wasn't exactly innocent to begin with, but the things he'd let Liquid do to him... No, he wouldn't think about it, or what Liquid would have done if he hadn't been so compliant with his advances. He held his breath and lifted his aching head from the pillow to see he was alone in the room. He was relieved.

Hal forced himself to sit up, sheet falling off his nude body to reveal some bruises and the dried remains of spent seed. He grimaced and sighed. He blinked, the room slightly fuzzy. He felt over his face, not feeling his glasses. Liquid must have taken them off him after he lost consciousness. He forced himself to stand and he shuffled to the desk where his glasses sat beside a bottle of aspirin and a glass of juice. He slipped them on, noticing the note as his vision cleared.


I enjoyed you very much, Hal. I have a mind to keep you. For your mind, and body. But, on to business. Take some of the aspirin I left for you, get a meal and a shower, then get back to the lab. Do not worry, the guards have been told to let you do what you need to do. As it is, I will be busy for the time being. I will look forward to having you again when I am able.

Liquid


Hal swallowed, dropping the note. Was he serious? He tried to put the worry from his mind as he went about doing what the note said to do. The worst part was passing the guards, getting catcalls and snickers as he hurried by them. By the time he made it back to the lab, his headache was just a dull throb, but he took a few more aspirin for good measure. He sat, hissing, and not for the first time that day when his sore rear end made itself known. His face burned with shame. God, this was a nightmare.

He shook himself, turned his computer on and drank a strong cup of coffee while he waited for his files to load. His eyes felt too heavy, and he tiredly looked at the bright screen. Great, he had gotten some sleep and felt worse than he did yesterday thanks to Liquid and his perverse needs. Again he pushed the thought of the night away and got to work, typing in a few codes before an alarm sounded through the facility.

ALERT: THERE IS AN INTRUDER!!

Could it be? Hal's heart raced, a shimmer of hope filling him as he listened to the announcement continue. Someone had finally come. He prayed it was someone strong enough to overcome the obstacles this place held. He prayed he would be rescued and not forced to suffer at the hands of Liquid's intentions. He prayed.


AN: I've written plenty of fan fiction in several of my favorite fandoms, but this is my first MGS fic. I may make a sequel with Hal and Dave if this one goes over well. Hope you enjoy!