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His delicate hands fiddled with the fasteners of his cufflinks, his slender pale fingers were freshly moisturized, his nails were neatly manicured. He had gone over every inch of his uniform with a lint roll, nary a hair or fluff was visible on the soft fabric of his black jacket. The plastic of his black comb was dipped into some hair oil and slicked through his white blond hair. He smelled of lavender and lye, and a muted aftershave he once got from Mexico and now couldn't be without it.
Boss had given him his mission, he had handed him a manilla folder 2 weeks ago and they spoke about the intimate details of this mission. Mother Base's future hinged on this success, he was tasked with finding out where the largest cache of Legacy funds were hidden. By now, everyone in the Intel world knew that Major Zero had them hidden away, but Adam was going to get it by any means necessary.
He spoke the words to himself again as he placed the *kiss of death* in his front pocket, as if reminding himself of the seriousness.
"Any means necessary."
Big Boss' hands were heavy on Ocelot's shoulders as he spoke to him.
"I don't have to tell you how important this is. I can't trust anyone else with this information. So I'm asking you to do some things you may have never done before." Boss continued his chat, knowing this wasn't his first time under cover, but still felt the need to give the pep talk.
What Boss didn't know was, this wasn't Adam's first time seducing someone for information, he had become used to it, he was confident in his youthful looks and his slender physique, he knew he wouldn't let Big Boss down.
"Besides, this will be easy, not like I've never rolled some old man for his coin before." Adam told Boss aloud, and practically strutted to the helicopter launch pad.
Boss kept following him to the launch pad telling him how grateful he was and how much this meant to the base, he walked alongside Ocelot with his carry-on bag that he took on longer stays off base. Ocelot took the praise in great stride, accepting the compliment with grace, he waved his words off with a swish of his red gloved hand.
"This isn't the worst thing you've asked of me. Let's just get it over with." He rolled his eyes and stepped onto the foot railing of the hind d, and hoisted himself into the chopper. He securely fastened himself into his seat and awaited the ascent. Boss checked on him one last time closed the door and slapped the side of the chopper signalling it's safe to take off.
Once he was safely in the air, he took off the bullet necklace he often wore as a symbol of the beginning of his and Boss' relationship. He had taken the entire bullet apart, removed the gunpowder and reassembled it so he could store his mission cocaine in it. Removing it from over his head he held it in his un-gloved hand, watching the sun glint off the chain and copper of the bullet casing. He carefully unscrewed it and delicately emptied a dash of the contents onto the back of his glove. Using his pinky he dipped into the powder and applied it to his gums just under his upper lip, and awaited the powder's effects.
"Yes, well that's not what I'm interested in. Information my boy, information is what I need, and I know you always have the information." Zero quipped in his dry English accent.
"Yeah and you know what I want." He retorted.
"Yes, we'll see about that, come!, I've to treat you to dinner, you are my guest after all, let's get you situated and we can talk." Zero said as they opened the doors to a long black unmarked vehicle.
Adam put his bag on the white leather seat, then sat down beside Major Zero. They both got comfortable and the car began to move forward.
"Huh, I wasn't expecting dinner. What's the occasion Major?" Adam asked.
"Oh Adam, you can drop the Major thing, you know my name." Zero clarified.
"Okay, so what's the occasion, David?" He asked again.
"Just a meeting of, friends, yes, we'll call it that." Zero remarked and placed his hand on Adam's thigh.
Ocelot cleared his throat and got comfortable.
The car drove up to a grand house with three floors, and a Victorian looking entrance. The house was light grey and had wrought iron gates that surrounded perfectly manicured lawns and sculpted topiary plants on the front garden.
"My driver Jives will show you to the wing of the house where you'll be staying, feel free to freshen up for dinner." Zero noted to Ocelot as they exited the car on their respective sides.
Jives took Ocelot through a long stark white painted hallway, it had dark hardwood floors, which made the click of his spurs even louder and artwork hung on random walls, he noted they were particularly ugly. All paintings of old wooden bridges, all drab and lifeless, he caught a signature of one of them as he passed, it seems these repulsive brown paintings were done by Zero himself. He was led to a heavy wooden door and shown inside. The room had two leather recliners, a bookshelf that had books only on war planes, a fireplace, a full body length mirror and a king sized bed with a grey blanket.
"Well, this is it." Ocelot said to himself, placing his bag onto the bed. He grasped the zipper pull on his bag and placed the contents onto the bed.
It started with black pumps, at least 4 inches high, he broke an inch off the heel of the left one to put the sway in his hips as he walked, followed by his black thigh high stockings, garter belt included, and the red dress with lace fringe around the bottom He and Boss had gone shopping for this dress specifically for this mission. He had tried on five others, but this one hugged his curves in all the right places and the fabric gave him the illusion of a larger backside.
He slowly unbuttoned his jacket and took off his red gloves, taking care to hang his jacket onto a hanger and place it in the small closet to the side. He breathed a deep sigh and sat down on the bed to remove his boots and socks, followed by his pants, again he carefully folded everything in a neat pile. Finally removed his white tee shirt pulling it over his head, being careful not to mess his hair.
He pulled his bag over to the body length mirror and sat down on the floor in front of it.
Reaching inside, he pulled out a small zippered pouch that contained his makeup kit. He'd used appearance altering makeup before, but he wasn't used to a beauty face, in his preparation for this he had asked Big Boss ' girlfriend how to use each product and not look terrible. So each day for a week she showed him how to properly apply makeup, blending techniques and how not to stab his eyes with his mascara wand; he ended taking a liking to the mascara, wearing it even when not practicing his makeup skills.
He crossed his legs, tied his hair into a small ponytail and after about 25 minutes he was done, he'd successfully put on and blended his concealer, foundation and blush, he'd given himself a black smokey eye and overdrew his lips to make them appear fuller.
He gave his face one final powder, got up from the floor and reached for the stockings. He had to admit to himself that he enjoyed the feeling of the nylon against his skin, so he savoured the moment by rolling them up slowly and adjusting the elastic band to his thigh. Next was the garter belt which held his stockings in place, the left one he placed a small dagger in a leather holder and snapped it to his garter strap, the other held his trusty 9mm, knowing his revolver would be too large and cumbersome for this particular mission, he almost forgot he had brought gold silk gloves that made their way to his bicep, he rolled those all the way up and laid them flat against his slender biceps muscles.
The final piece was his dress, he carefully slid it over his head to avoid smudging his makeup. Removing the rubber band from his hair he shook it loose and placed it back under his hat. He had just enough time to adjust his hat and put his heels on before there was a knock at the door.
"Adamska, sir? You're requested for supper. " it was an unfamiliar female voice with an Irish accent.
The door opened and he was greeted by a friendly but unknown woman who escorted him through a winding hallway to the dining hall where Zero had already been seated and awaited Adams company.
Adam walked through the threshold of the dining hall and was greeted by an armed guard.
"Arms out." He commanded Adam in an effort to frisk him for weapons.
Adam scoffed;
"I will not… don't touch what you can't afford."
He then looked at Zero and gestured.
"It's all right let him through, Nigel." Zero out his guard at ease.
Adam jerked his arm past the guard and stuck his nose in the air as he walked by Nigel.
"Ahhh, Adam, please join me." Zero said, gesturing to the seat beside him, he then casually lit a cigarette and placed his lighter on the table in front of him.
The dining hall was cozy but astute, there was yet another fireplace, this one crackling with a fresh fire that had just been stoked, there was a long oak table that sat Zero at the far end and a dinner setting was placed for Ocelot beside him to the right. A single chandelier lit the entire room, there was a globe that doubled as a liquor cabinet, it held several bottles of expensive looking brandy and whiskeys. This evening Zero was dressed in a camel brown suit and tie with his hair neatly brushed back.
Ocelot approached his chair and pulled it back from the table, his heels clicked on the floors as he sauntered through, it too, was a heavy oak chair with a thick padded seat and an embroidered cushion, placing his weight on it, he tucked himself into the table and awaited Zero.
"Cigarette?" He offered Ocelot.
Ocelot reached for the slender white filtered cigarette that was offered, gently caressing the tips of Zeros fingers, in a slow calculated gesture. He placed the cigarette between his lips and reached for the lighter, but Zero made a gesture that cut him off; He puffed on his cigarette a few times, lighting the ember on the tip and offered Adam the spark to light his.
Adam gently leaned forward and touched the tip of his cigarette off of Zeroes, billows of sweet smoke filled the air around them.
Zero reached forward and filled both of their glasses with a red wine from the 1940's.
"You're looking lovely this evening." Zero remarked on Adams appearance.
Adam removed his hat and shook out his hair casually and placed his hat delicately in his lap.
He reached out and tried to touch Adam's knee, which Adam allowed for the time being.
"So, tell me.." Ocelot said slightly leaning back in his chair, he took a drag from his cigarette and continued.
"You have the information I want?" He asked Zero.
"I brought some of it, but the rest you'll have to work for." He lowered his voice so his accent would sound as smooth as possible, he slid his hand further up Ocelot's thigh. He could feel the hand getting close to the 9mm on his thigh, so he playfully slapped the older gentlemans hand away.
"Go any further and you'll have to pay." He said to Zero coyly, and slid the side of his dress up showing his thigh just below the dagger.
Zero licked his lips and eyed Ocelot like a fox eyeing its next meal of lean rabbit meat.
Adam sipped on his wine and listened to Zero drone on about Intel that he already knew, playing the old man for a fool; there were a few pieces of information in there that he made a mental note of, but the old man let it slip that he doesn't trust anyone, so he keeps the legacy locked away and the code stashed on his body.
Adam tucked his hair behind his ear delicately with his gloved hand, and giggled.
"Oh, look, someone must have put a hole in my glass, it's empty." Adam said playfully in hopes the old man would get him another drink, but he didn't move; instead Zero offered him to get his own drink while he saw to what was taking dinner so long. Adam had to work quickly he picked his hat from the table, under it lay a vial of powder used to knock people out. He quickly shuffled to the liquor cabinet, poured his own glass, then dumped the contents of the vial into Zeros glass, quickly stirring it so there were no traces.
He took his glass back to the table and ditched the powder vial into the fireplace.
The door opened and Zero returned;
"Slight delay, it appears my cook burned the steak, so it shouldn't be too much longer." He assured Adam.
As Zero sat back down in his seat, Adam casually sat on the edge of the table, adjusting himself so his hips were angled forward and opened his legs slightly offering Zero a glimpse of the silk white panties that barely covered the younger man's bulge, the soft skin of his hairless thighs and the ridges of the lean muscles beneath. Once he saw the captivating look in Zeros eyes, he leaned forward and caressed his tie from the knot situated just below Zeros Adams apple down to the pointed end, just near his belt buckle, letting his hand linger on the buckle for just a few fleeting seconds.
Major Zeros' heart sped up, and he bit down on his bottom lip as he felt internal heat spread from his pants to the collar of his shirt, he loosened his tie to let some of the heat escape his overheating body.
Zero reached for his wine and took a few large gulps to relax him as Adam slinked behind his chair and ran his gloved fingers through the older man's hair and down the sides of his neck onto his shoulders. Zero shivered slightly from the softness of the fabric, Adams scent overtaking him as his shadow enveloped his body. Zero pushed his chair back and Adam obliged him by sitting in his lap, he could feel the hardening spot in his pants and placed more of his weight there, just to make Zero ache that little bit more for him.
Adam helped Zero ease his suit jacket off and began toying with the buttons on his shirt, and playfully fed Zero some more wine, which he happily indulged.
Finally Zero stood up bringing Adam with him, he cleared the dishes off of his place setting and leaned Adam forward onto the table, he began caressing the angular muscles and ribs on Adams back, he placed delicate kisses on his spine, and began to lift his dress above his knees. Adam could feel the warmth of Zeros hands on his inner thighs, and he let out a soft breath, he had to admit, he did enjoy all of this personalized attention.
Zero began to feel a bit woozy, but figured it was just the wine getting to him, and tried to power through. Adam heard the unbuckle of Zeros trousers and instinctively adjusted his hips to the older man's waist level, he could feel Zeros hands reaching under his white panties, when all at once it stopped. The old man went silent and fell back into his chair.
"Finally, took long enough." Adam thought to himself. He began to search Zeros body for clues, papers, tattoos, any clues. He began removing Zeros clothes and found the microfilm taped to the old man's thigh. He had lied to Adam by telling him he only kept the codes on his body.
He finally had what he needed. He left the old man in his chair in his loose white fabric boxers.
He stuck the legacy portion under his hat, put it back on, took off his heels and ran to the door he came in through, he peeked through the crack to make sure no one was there or listening. Peeking his eye through the crack, he didn't see anyone waiting, so he soundlessly snuck back through the halls to the room he was provided.
He took his radio out of his bag and tuned into the frequency to let Boss know he was ready for extraction. He quickly wiped off his lipstick, and put his uniform back on over his dress. He was thankful that the pantlegs were large enough to accommodate all the extra fabric.
As he left for the balcony to await the chopper, he knew he was going to keep the mascara.