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The clinking sound of spurs could be heard as his brown coat blew behind him in the breeze. Ocelot walked to the bar of a Cantina to wait for a pilot that owed him a favour, sitting with a flourish of his coat over the barstool. He ordered a Moscow Mule and shaded his eyes from the sun, a jukebox in the corner played some rock n roll from the 1960's. He nodded slightly to the beat and took a sip from the frosted copper mug. There was a sign to his right that advertised a Johnny Cash impersonator every Wednesday at 7:30, the bartender was a tall redhead woman who had a no nonsense attitude. His contact was a helicopter pilot he had met in his journeys; He was a large Iranian man with thick black hair, crystal green eyes and was a part time military interpreter. He had come into some Intel regarding Zanzibarland and since he was a man of his word, he gave Ocelot the Intel and agreed to fly him there for the right price.
Since Zanzibarland was protected air space, he couldn't just fly an uninvited heli to land, the land was only 450 km, so he couldn't exactly approach as stealthily as he’d have liked.
Richter filled Ocelot in on the necessary information about the area, it was a heavily fortified village, men and women fitted in fatigues armed with ar-15 and ak-47 patrolled the surrounding areas. The area Boss had been building his base on was mostly desert with a mountain range to the North, and with the militia, it wouldn't be easy to catch Boss without surprise or appointment.
Ocelot's plan was to land on the other side of the mountain and find a way in without alerting the guards, he had taken great care to not let anyone else in the intelligence community know what his mission was - if you asked anyone who knew him, he was gathering intel on some targets he was looking to blackmail I'm another part of the world. The truth was, he was going to find the man he loved; thoughts of the last time he'd seen John crossed his vision as he pressed his head against the window.
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"Boss, I got you something." Ocelot approached Big Boss in the briefing room with a small bag; he placed it on the large wooden table in front of Boss.
Boss had just finished a mission briefing and was getting prepared to retire for the evening, although, when Adam would show up, and sit on the desk in front of him with a smile, he could always make time for his fair hairedlover.
John looked into the bag quizzically and pulled out a copy of 1984, his favourite book.
"Hmm, I haven't read this." Boss confessed.
Ocelot reached over to Boss and ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, he responded;
"I think you'll like it." He said quietly and kissed him on the top of the head.
Boss opened the front page and there was an inscription;
"Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me
I shall always watch you until my love runs dry."
Boss looked at him with a furrowed brow, there was something a bit off with Ocelots demeanor, but he couldn't quite narrow it down.
Ocelot held Boss' hand, kissed him on the knuckles.
"I'm going to bed. I love you, Good Night."
Boss couldn't be sure, but he swore he could see Ocelot's eyes welling up with tears.
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Zanzibarland lay out below Ocelot and Richter, they were almost near the mountain range and beginning their descent. The 450 km area had most of the desert area in the South, however the North consisted of steppe, mountains, and plateaus. Taking cover behind the mountains, Ocelot pulled out a few hundred Zanje, thanked him for the information and exited the chopper.
His heavily worn brown leather cowboy boots hit the earth with a thud, his black pants were tucked into his boots; an olive green buttoned down shirt wrapped around his slim frame, accompanied by his signature crimson scarf and gloves. The last time Boss had seen him, he didn't have as many wrinkles, his blond hair had turned a silver grey and had grown to his shoulders, a decision to grow distinguished moustache that he meticulously trimmed daily, these thoughts went through his head as he walked towards the nearest footpath. The path was near a dense forrested area, he felt he could cover more ground in the shadowy areas. The sun was out but certain areas had such thick foliage they allowed for no sun rays to penetrate the forest floor. He could see several flowers he could name, various types of trees, he heard cicadas screaming from them and a few bird calls. There were a few small homes on the outskirts of the forest dirt path; this area had posts with lanterns on them for when it got dark and further on still, he noticed one of them was a small farm in the distance. He continued his line of thinking as he followed the poles along the path;
Would Boss even recognize him? - He took off his left red leather glove, he opened and closed his fist a few times, noticing how his skin now resembled thin paper, his knuckles were creased with age and time. He’d taken care of himself over the years, used the best skin care, and drank enough water for two; he’d kept up the workout and training regimen he and Boss had started many years ago, his body was still taught and lean with muscle. He looked at his body as a temple, but not his temple, Boss’ temple; and he didn’t want Boss to see it in a state of disrepair. He was as sharp as ever, he continued to take on intel missions and never stopped target practice, whether it was shooting his dinner, (which Boss had also taught him on a mission) or researching torture methods, he kept his wits sharp and his schemes layered, no errors ever got by him.
The expansive grey barn and small white house came into view. As he approached, he saw a farmer working in a field, he was a small tanned man who was ushering horses out of the barn into acres of feeding grass so they could get fed and exercise. Replacing the glove on his hand, Ocelot approached a wooden post fence; he placed his boot onto the bottom wooden post railing and whistled a high pitch note that he normally used to call dogs. This whistle caught the attention of the man working in the field, he unsteadily walked over to Ocelot, it was obvious he was inebriated. He was a short man of small frame and stature, he wore a black shirt and overalls, his forearms were thick and muscular, his hands were large and calloused; his face looked like it had seen many sunny days and hard winters, dark eyes and short black hair poked out from under a brown baseball cap.
“Excuse me, Sir, How ya doin?” He called out in his slight texan accent, he had let that personality go a while ago, but sometimes the learned accent slipped out.
The man furrowed his brow at him and shook his head.
“Ehh, you speak English?” he drawled.
The man just shrugged and said a phrase in his native tongue, Ocelot could smell whiskey and beer emanating from the man and his foul breath.
Ocelot's ears perked up as he understood the language and responded in kind.
Ocelot kindly asked the man if he could rent a horse to ride through the mountains, phrasing the words like he was a tourist looking to have a quiet ride through the hillside. The man looked him up and down like he was trash, and told him in not so many kind words to fuck off.
Keeping his wits about him, tried to reason and let the man know it would only be a few hours and he would pay him well. Again the belligerent man told him to fuck off and spat at his feet, Ocelot thanked him. A dog bark came from the distance and the man turned to tell the dog to shut up; Ocelot calmly pulled out a switchblade and pierced the farmer's neck with blinding speed. He gripped the mans head with one hand, blade in the other, droplets of blood ran down the finger of the red leather glove and smeared onto the man's collarbone; he whispered into the man's ear as the life left his body;
“Nothing will keep me away.”
A few gurgling sounds escaped the small farmer, Ocelot pulled the knife out, and immediately plunged the knife back in.
The man’s weight fell to the ground, Ocelot removed his blade, wiping the blood from his gloves and knife onto the man's black shirt then made a path for the barn, leaving the body where it fell. The old barn was messy and dusty, there were wheelbarrows, open bales of hay, lanterns, pitchforks and beer bottles strewn about, dust motes flew through the air, he could see them through the sun rays that emanated through the wooden slats. Ocelot briskly walked to the back of the barn and found a small area that held the horse saddles, brushes and feed; he eyed the saddles, found one that was his size,removed it from its wooden hooks on the wall and walked back to the field. He quickly spotted a suitable horse for the journey, a tan Arabian horse with a black mane and 3 white socks. He approached her, placed the saddle over her back and tightened the belt under her stomach. Dust puffed under his spurs as he mounted her back, he got comfortable, took the reins and nudged her forward with a quick hip thrust so they could ride towards the mountains. He seemed to have a natural way with horses, they were always relaxed and almost immediately took commands from Ocelot.
He and the horse came up to the fence and he commanded her to rear up and jump over the gates, which she obeyed and she took off at full speed.
The forested area came to a clearing after what felt like a half hour of riding, it was open, arid and warm beyond the trees, with a further treeline to the East, Ocelot stopped the horse to survey the area, to the left side of the clearing there was a road that had what looked like military vehicles with soldiers patrolling the streets. He knew he had to go in that direction, but needed to go in a roundabout way. He sat for a few moments and spoke his plan aloud to his horse.
“Trigger, we’re going South, down there and over the ridges, through the valley and past the swamp.” He pointed and nudged her forward with a thrust of his hips in the saddle. The horse, now called Trigger, took off on a gallop to the lower lands that held the swamp areas of the land towards a gully. Now comfortable in the saddle, his hips found a rhythm that allowed him to relax and focus on his mission; but his mind kept wandering back to Boss.
If Boss would still have feelings for Ocelot, would he hate him for having disappeared for so long? He couldn’t tell anyone about the mission he had to be on, one of his confidants had tried to blow his cover and Boss' safety had been jeopardised, so that night, he packed his bag, left a note on his side of the bed and never contacted Boss again. He was owed an apology or at least an explanation.
He found himself humming an old country song he and Boss once slow danced to in Ocelot's bedroom when they got red wine drunk. Boss had just returned from a successful mission and decided to celebrate with a vintage bottle he had in a wine cellar below the kitchen.
Ocelot only had one glass that evening, but kept filling Boss' glass. They sat in front of Ocelots bookshelf on his plush purple couch and talked about future plans with their newly acquired cache of funds. Adam’s living quarters was more like a small apartment, it had a bedroom, private bathroom and seating area when Ocelot enjoyed wine and reading; John in a more relaxed state had a black shirt and camo pants on; Ocelot on the other hand knew Boss was coming home that day, so he ironed his favourite grey shirt and brown riding pants, trimmed his moustache and had allowed himself to let go of his ammo bandoliers for one evening.
Before John knew it, Adam had kicked his cowboy boots off and put on a record of classic country music on the record player; somehow convincing John to dance with him, by gently pulling on his arm and promising him a Cuban cigar if he did.
Although Ocelot wished he kept his boots on, Boss kept drunkenly stepping on his toes; after the fourth or fifth time Ocelot finally held him still and tried to unlace his boots for him so he could dance uninjured; however a tipsy John fell over his own laces onto his back pulling Ocelot with him.
Boss landed with a heavy thud on the hardwood floor, Ocelot landing on top of his chest.
"You're like falling on a bear." He remarked while rubbing his shoulder.
Boss' cheeks went a deep red, and a sly grin curled at the edges of his mouth; Ocelot couldn't tell if it was the wine, or if he was going to tell one of his painful eye rolling dad jokes.
"As long as you don't think I'm*unbearable.*"
He took off in a fit of giddy laughter.
Ocelot squinted his eyes and held the bridge of his nose. He suddenly felt Boss whiskers brushing the side of his face as Boss kissed the tip of his nose.
Ocelot, still laying on top of John's chest, leaned his head down and kissed Boss on the lips, a brief, but meaningful exchange.
John wrapped his arms around Ocelot and pulled him into a longer kiss, leaning up on his elbow and gripping the back of Adam's head to ensure he got as close to Adam as he could. He noted Boss tasted like sweet tobacco and their dry red wine.
The softness of Ocelots growing hair under Boss’ fingertips was enough to make his hands travel to Adam’s collar, he slowly untied the scarlet neckerchief from his throat, Boss manoeuvred Ocelot so he was perched onto Boss’ seated lap with his legs wrapped around the larger mans waist. Ocelot let out a pathetic sounding whine as John’s partially gloved hands traced over Adams neck and down onto the buttons of his grey shirt. He tried to unfasten the buttons but couldn’t force his drunk fingers to cooperate, Adam leaned back and began unbuttoning his shirt to help John in his conquest, his chest heaved deeper with every button, Boss bit his bottom lip hungrily and watched the fabric open further until his pale torso was exposed. John’s thick hands gripped Adam by the shoulder blades, pushed his hair behind his ear and began to give him sloppy nibbles on his alabaster collar bones; Ocelot began to grind himself into John's lap, feeling the obvious bulge in his pants growing by the minute. Adam’s skin burned with tension, he had a knot rising in his stomach that was more intense than any interrogation he had ever been involved in. His peripheral vision was clouded with intense sparkling flashes as he inhaled John's scent of wine, gunpowder and sweat.
In his haze, he barely realised Boss had picked him up from their seated position and was leaning him against the back of the couch, John's calloused fingertips ran over his bare shoulders as he disrobed Ocelot of his shirt entirely, tossing it over his shoulder in an uncaring manner. Adam placed one gloved finger between his teeth, but Boss’ hand stopped him. Boss instead, took Adam’s hand and placed his gloved fingertips between his slack lips. Boss leaned his head back slightly and placed the flat of his tongue against the worn red leather; Adam watched with a euphoric look on his face, as Boss took just a pinch of the leather between his front teeth and slowly glided the hide glove from Adam’s hand and pocketed the glove. With one gloved hand he reached for Boss’ button and zipper, he could contain himself no longer, As Ocelot was occupied with Boss’ zipper he removed his black shirt over his head and threw it so hard it went out the curtained window to their right, since the curtains were closed Boss assumed the window was closed, but he never did get that shirt back.
Ocelot fumbled with John’s white boxer briefs, finally unshrouding Boss’ girth, Ocelot dropped to his knees and began fervently suck and slurp on John's cock. Boss’ body briefly tensed up and a short breath escaped through his teeth, as Ocelot took more and more of him into his mouth. John grabbed a fistfull of Adam’s hair and worked him into a pleasurable rhythm, bucking his hips in tandem, this left one of Adam's hands to explore Boss’ thighs and ass as he thrusted into his mouth. Boss could feel tendrils of saliva dripping down his shaft. Small grunts escaped Boss’ lips, and he realised he had to slow down before he came too soon.
Gently easing Adam from the floor back into a standing position, Boss took Adam by the neck and kissed him impetuously, leaving Adam with small red marks where he was rubbed by John’s whiskers. John gave Adam a grin and ran his still partially gloved hands over Adam's torso, stopping at his nipples, slightly digging his fingers into the flesh of his abdomen; Adam's chest heaved with anticipation.
He looked John in the eyes and told him softly;
“You’re pretty good.”
The scarlet neckerchief was tied around Adam’s wrists behind his back, Boss could tie an expert knot even while drunk and behind someone else’s back. John took notice of the juxtaposition of the crimson scarf over his ivory arms, as he guided Ocelot to turn his back to him. He could feel the heat from John's mouth on his neck as Boss’ arms wrapped around him and unfastened his pants in what seemed like an impossibly fast move for a drunk man. Ocelot's one ungloved hand reached for John's skin from behind his back, as his pants fell to the floor, there were no boxers to speak of, Ocelot skipped them for this evening.
John reached into the pocket of his pants on the floor and removed Ocelot's other glove from earlier. Boss used the limp glove to trace down Adam’s bare back, causing him to shiver and goosebumps to form down his spine. A sharp shock went through Adam’s system as he felt the crack of his glove over his ass cheek, his body briefly tensed up then relaxed again as John’s warm hand caressed the slap marks with sincere care, he marvelled at the colour difference of the glove marks against his statue-like skin.
He heard John mumble;
“Adam, you talk too much.” followed by his leather glove being pushed into his mouth, and Boss whispered;
“You’re gonna need it.”
Ocelot heard the snapping lid of a lube bottle, he always kept a spare bottle near the couch, followed by the familiar feeling of Boss entering his ass. His teeth grinded down onto the leather in his mouth as he exhaled deeply, relaxing and allowing more of Boss into him. John held onto the scarf tied securely around Adam’s wrists as he guided himself deeper. Slowly rocking his hips into Ocelot's ass, until he felt Adam fully relax; Boss' unoccupied hand found itself reaching around to Adam's throat. Ocelot felt the soft fabric of Boss glove stroking his neck, with every thrust. Whimpers emanated from both men as Boss filled Ocelot with as much as he could handle, he could feel John’s teeth biting down on the back of his shoulder like a tiger sinking its teeth into prey as John stroked his length into Adam. John's hands reached to Adam's hip bones, and held on as he plunged deeper, stretching him out further than he was expecting; Ocelot let out a cry, causing the glove to fall from his mouth.
John’s code name of Snake left Ocelot's mouth repeatedly as if it were an incantation, Boss could hear the rising tone of Ocelot's cries as their hips crashed together, Adam's eyes rolled back, his breath began to tremble, his voice called out unsteadily;
“Snake, I’m gonna.. Fuck, …God,Snake…”
“What?” John asked playfully, gripping the neckerchief tighter giving a slightly harder thrust.
“Please.” Ocelot whispered.
Again John playfully asked and thrust deeper again.
“What?..Beg for it.”
Ocelot turned red and his eyes rolled back;
“Please.” He groaned, almost breathless in his pleas, feeling humiliated that he would have to ask, but aroused that this wild jungle man could bend his will and make him beg with tears of ecstasy in his eyes.
“Can I cum?”
“What have you done to deserve it?” Boss asked, slowing his thrust pace.
Ocelot could feel his leg muscles trembling as he fought to hold back, his knuckles turning white on his ungloved hand on the fabric of the couch.
“John.. I swear…” He started;
With a raspy giggle, he gripped onto Adam’s shoulder and uncontrollably collided their hips together, Adam immediately orgasmed with a loud guttural whine; within a few more strokes Boss’ grip tensed up as he came on Adam’s back in a small warm puddle, John untied Adam's wrists, he turned and collapsed in John's arms. John carried him to his bed, wiped his back with a towel, he briefly disappeared to wash up and returned to Ocelot with a glass of water.
Adam drank greedily and placed the empty glass on the nightstand beside his bed.
He turned to acknowledge John who was patiently waiting at the end of the bed.
"Well are you getting in?" Ocelot asked, lifting the blankets up as an invitation to get into bed.
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Trigger crossed through the gully and up towards the mountain pass. He saw the military presence getting heavier and knew he had to get behind the treeline; he jerked his hips forward to get Trigger to move along, he developed this hip technique from his mother who was an avid equestrian.
Trigger took off on a faster gallop, her gait was smooth and agile, the wind blew through his hair and swished past his ears, Ocelot nudged her reins to ease right and behind the trees. He used the cover of the thick Fir trees at the base of the mountains to gain some ground. He and Trigger went unnoticed for some time, her rhythmic footfalls carrying them all the way through the tree line and onto a small outcrop on a hill.
He knew Boss' headquarters were in the south, based on the position of the sun, he was headed in the right direction. He could feel Triggers stride becoming weaker, so he decided to veer from his path once he saw a small pond. He could allow her to drink while he had a stretch;
They approached the pond and Ocelot dismounted the mare. He found some Bulrush growing near the pond and picked a few, when Trigger was finished with her water, he fed her the Bulrush and stroked her neck while she ate.
"Good girl. Eat up." He said gently; he wouldn't hesitate to mail or kill a human, but couldn't stomach hurting animals.
Ocelot stretched his back, shoulders and neck, he looked over the horizon as the sun began to set. Exactly as he planned it, with the sun descending, he could travel in the more exposed areas with less chance of being spotted, waiting an extra thirty minutes, he warmed up Triggers muscles with a brisk massage and took a few extra Bulrush for the rest of the journey, he got reseated in the saddle and nudged her forward into a trot. He was able to travel at an easier pace at this time of night, he had nothing to draw attention to him except the moonlight. A few wild deer crossed near him as the sun set completely behind the mountains, the fireflies momentarily illuminated his path.
He kept the militarised road to his left to ensure he was still headed due South, the road was dimly lit with a few street lights, and soldiers with patrol lights either on foot or by Jeep, Ocelot briefly took his hands off the reins to adjust his neckerchief, bringing it up over his nose and tying it in a knot behind his head, he also pulled a hood over his head that he had tucked into his brown duster jacket, now that the sun had completely set, there was a significant temperature drop, so he was grateful that he planned ahead - knowing a desert terrain can be deceiving when it comes to abrupt weather changes.
The Moon was in its Waning period so it was still a reliable light source, with very little light pollution, he could see full constellations and star clusters spread out before him; it was starting to make sense why Boss wanted to be out here, he always loved stargazing. Having to be so familiar with the things around him, he never had time to research the sky.
He would erroneously point out the constellations, and Adam would have to correct him. Adam almost cried remembering the look of wonder in Boss' eyes when they went to Norway one winter to see the northern lights. Adam had talked John into renting a cabin for ice fishing with the intent of getting them a good spot to watch the lights. They had packed all of their winter clothes for the trip to the mountains; Boss had no issue stomping through the snow, he was comfortable in almost all terrains, similar to a bear; he kept a solid pace breathing in the crisp air, noticing Adam was trailing a bit behind, he stopped until Adam caught up with him, then linked their arms so John could shoulder some of Adams weight. They got to their small cabin and Adam made pasta while John lit a fire in the stone mantle fireplace. They snuggled together on the couch eating dinner until the sun set, then made their way to the balcony of the second floor. Bundled up in their winter clothes, they sat on their deck chairs; John had brought some whiskey and two glasses, he pulled some snow from the railing instead of bringing ice and poured them both a drink. He lit a cigar and held Adam close to his side.
Boss was in awe, he didn't sleep that night, he sat slack jawed with an almost child like look on his face. Ocelot watched as the colours of the aurora danced off of Boss' eyes, only glancing at the phenomenal light show a few times until the sun rose, gazing intently at the brilliant flashes of green and blue hues that fluttered across John's face.
He shook his head and wiped the brimming tears from his eyes with his jacket sleeve. He took a few deep breaths and continued on; within a few kilometers he saw a roadblock on the horizon with a heavily armed presence. Adam spotted an area with several tanks and only one guard. He slowed Trigger to a stop, dismounted from her saddle, he fed her the remaining Bulrush and gave her some reassuring pats on the shoulder.
"You're alright girl." Ocelot whispered to her.
Surveying the area, it was a barren dirt road with a guard tower blocking the entrance to a fortified compound. It was a stark grey building with camo netting over the two storey roof. It was a bustling area with troops performing drills, tanks were parked in several areas, a massive hangar building housed Boss' Metal Gear D and nuclear plan. Heavily armed guards patrolled the perimeter in pairs, the entire compound was surrounded with electrified fencing, and only select personnel were given access through the gates.
Ocelot noticed there were few places for cover, but he could make use of them. A large bush erupted from the ground, followed by a small hill of rocks he estimated 50 steps from the bush. He removed the saddle from Trigger and ditched it in the large bush, he quickly unbuckled her bridle and threw it with the saddle. He gave Trigger a swift slap on her hide and she took off back over hills and into the tree line.
Snapping all the buttons on his duster jacket shut before moving to keep the fabric from flapping, he slowly crept through the darkness by crouch-walking and taking cover behind the rocks. He sat for a while and watched the guards change, he took note of the insignia patches of each faction, who was being let in and for what reason. Like a statue he waited until the commotion died down and fewer soldiers were visible, seeing as the moon was now hiding behind the ridge, it made it easier for him to sneak towards the guards shack. Timing his run so each guards back was turned, he slid under the window of the square Security Shack.
He kept his back to the wall just under the windowsill, and waited again, remembering what Boss had once told him.
"Sneaking is about patience, about outlasting your opponent."
Adam waited until he heard the security door open, and the flicking sound of a lighter.
That was what he had been waiting for, the guard was stepping out for an evening cigarette; with catlike agility, he pulled a strip of wire from his pocket and wrapped it around the guard's throat. The guard's body jerked and tried to fight back, but Ocelot's grip grew tighter as he pulled the wire tighter, he heard low gurgles and foaming sounds coming from the guard before his body went limp. Ocelot carried the weight of the man back into the guards shack, the inside was not unlike a small office, there was a desk, cabinet and table for eating. The walls were lined with general rules, times the gates were to be opened and closed, the guards shift changes, as well as a list of people to keep out that accompanied their photos so any guard would be able to identify a possible threat or intruder. Ocelot took notice that an old acquaintance was on the wall of individuals that were denied access, a blond man who went by Kazuhira Miller, A.K.A McDonnell Benedict Miller - he had been recently moved from the Shoot On Sight list to the Remove from Premises list.
The guard at Ocelots feet was a short red head, his name patch only said “Angry Goose”, reaching into Goose’s pockets Ocelot collected all documents, keys, identification and ripped off the Zanzibarland patches from his uniform. He stashed everything in his duster pocket, checking the schedule on the wall, he had five hours to complete the infiltration before Goose shift ended - the schedule binder on the desk showed there were no guests or incoming supply drops scheduled for the rest of the evening, so if no attention was brought in this direction, he could make good use of the full five hours, but he wasn’t counting on it. Goose’s arms were lifted and Ocelot’s arms intertwined to lift the top half of his body up and drag him across the office floor so he could store the body in the coat closet, Ocelot propped Goose’s body up in a standing position, adjusted some coats over his face and closed the closet with a quick motion just incase gravity took over and caused Goose to fall back out.
Once Adam was satisfied that nothing looked out of place, he casually slipped out the front door of the shack,ensuring none of the guards saw him.
He placed his hands in his jacket pockets and walked as casually as possible to the front of the compound. There was a wide winding road that led to the entrance, there were tanks of all models that lined the sides of this road, they looked to be parked to be at the ready, as if Boss was waiting for an impending infiltration or attack. Had Boss become a war monger? What was he preparing for?, most of the world was in an era of demilitarisation and deterrence, Ocelot found himself hoping that John hadn’t become everything he swore he never would. He felt a pang of guilt in his stomach, would John have gone this far had Adam been around to talk sense into him? What if he was too far gone and there was no talking to him? The mere thought
f John’s hurt causing him to become something and someone he fought so hard against was enough to send a shock of anxiety up his back causing a weird hot spot at the back of his head. He had heard about the MSF incident and Kaz siding with Major Zero through his channels in the intel circles, but he had no way of knowing how badly this affected John. He blamed himself for having to leave for so long without being able to contact John, maybe he could have talked some sense into him, maybe they would have had heated arguments about it or maybe Ocelot would have left on his own years ago. There was only one way to find out, he would have to find John and ask him.
The unpaved road had light poles along each side of the road, replacing the light from the Moon, the road led to the main entrance. The entrance was a stronghold with large steel doors, the grey building seemed to go on endlessly in both directions, Ocelot slid one of the steel doors open just enough to fit his frame through, and closed it behind him. Inside was a lobby that looked out of place; it was an open area with three leather couches, a sign in desk, and palm plants. At the desk, sat a guard who was busy reading a novel, his head lifted when he saw a cloaked Adam come through the front doors.
The guard assumed that since he had made it through the gate, that he was here on official business.
“A little late to be having a meeting huh?” He asked Ocelot.
Without missing a beat, Ocelot responded;
“Yeah, I just got back from a mission, Boss said he needed to see me.”
The guard squinted and tried to place where he had seen Adam’s covered face.
“You’re… who are you?" He asked.
"Jackal. In from an overseas mission." He kept his answers brief, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the stolen Zanzibarland insignia from Goose, he flashed it at the guard and that seemed to satisfy him.
The guard nodded and allowed him to pass through.
Ocelot stopped and briefly turned around.
"Old man's office still where it always was?" He asked nonchalantly.
It worked, the guard responded;
"Yep, top floor, largest doors at the end of the hall."
Adam felt a feeling in his stomach akin to butterflies; nausea, anxiety, nerves. This behaviour was completely out of his character, normally he had nerves of steel, he couldn't be shaken. But just knowing how close he was to Boss physically, he almost couldn't handle it.
Ocelot walked down the hall, still partially covered in case there were security cameras watching his movements.
The halls were in typical John fashion, drab olive green with very few wall accents and some palm plants, John was never good at interior decorating.
Reaching out to push the UP button, he saw and felt a shake in his normally rock steady hands. He made a quick shaking gesture as if shaking something out of his sleeve and waited for the doors to open.
The elevator roared to life with a hum, and the doors opened, the elevator was a plain brown interior with lighted panels on the wall. G,2 and 3 were his only options. The floor lifted above him and he steadied himself by leaning against the wall and kicking his cowboy boot out at an angle.
The floor light made a classic *ding* sound and the doors once again opened for his exit.
As soon as the doors opened, he almost dropped to his knees.
The scent hit him like a baseball bat to the face, it was the cologne he had got John for his birthday the year before he left.
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"Hrrngh, I don't know, Adam. I think I smell fine." John said with a crinkle in his nose.
"You smell… fine, but you could use some… freshening up every now and again." Ocelot tried to say it as delicately as possible, and sprayed John down with the perfumed bottle.
John sat tense with a confused look on his face as the perfume particles flew through the air and landed on him. Adam leaned in close to John and inhaled him, he felt almost intoxicated by the mix of cigars, coffee, cologne and Boss’ natural scent mixed together. Adam wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders and buried his sharp angled nose into his neck and made sniffing sounds which made John giggle; he sat back and lit his cigar. He wore the scent everyday as he knew it drove Ocelot wild.
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Adam had to brace his body against the side of the elevator to compose himself, he took a few deep breaths, and steadied his pulse before taking the first few steps down the hallway. The hall leading to Boss’ office was warmly lit, the walls were a light grey colour and had some art that Ocelot didn’t recognize, it was all a blur of colour as his pace quickened, he was almost at a jog. Tears were flowing from his eyes as he briskly walked, the end of his mission was waiting behind the doors at the end of this hall.
He finally reached them, overbearing white doors with brass handles.
Adam quickly wiped the tears from his eyes with his face covering, and turned the handle.
The room was dark save for two lamps at a desk, at the large stone desk sat his hulking frame. He was hunched over some paperwork, signing off on arms deals and securing shipments.
His frame hadn’t changed, he was still muscular; the tight green shirt he wore definitely showed off his sculpted shoulders and arms, his hair had gone several shades of grey and had grown into a small rabbit tail that he wore at ear level. He had grown a full beard and it was slightly unkempt, deep creases and wrinkles carved their way through his statuesque face, he looked well, but exhausted.
John momentarily looked up from his work, saw the partially masked man, and only said;
“I don’t remember asking for anything.” and put his head back down.
In one swift motion, Adam removed his face covering and waited.
John looked up once more, noticing the man hadn’t moved.
“Look, I don’t know…” He paused and squinted his eye.
“Adam?... Adam?” John asked, not completely trusting his own eye.
Adam stood in silence, locking eyes with John’s one crystal blue eye.
John stood from up his desk, walked around to Adam with a furrowed brow as though he were examining an alien species.
Adam couldn’t help but notice that Boss looked as though he were in the same physical condition as the day he left as he approached Adam.
“How long has it been?” John asked bewildered.
“Almost 10 years, John.” Adam responded gently.
Boss’ posture stiffened suddenly, and Adam felt a blinding pain in the side of his face.
John had just punched him.
“Ten years.” John growled, his tone was lower; his growl more pronounced.
“You disappeared for ten years, where the hell have you been?”
Adam gave his head a few shakes, and held on to his jaw, the punch had caught him off guard.
“Where was I? My cover was almost blown and I had to leave to protect your dumb ass.” Ocelot shouted, and collided his right fist with Boss’ jaw.
Boss took the punch like it was a soft breeze, age did not make him fragile in the slightest.
“For ten years. Do you know what I went through? Wondering what I did to make you leave, I spent every day hoping you would come back.” Boss explained in his low grumble.
“It wasn’t my choice, it was either this, or risk you dying, and I was gonna let hell freeze over before I let that happen. I would have rather died on my mission than let them get to you, even if it meant you hated me for the rest of your life, you’d still have a life to hate me.” Ocelot tried to explain.
This caused Boss to pause, for a brief moment.
In one swift motion, Ocelot was in Boss’ grip, they stood eye to eye, John with his hands gripping Adams shoulder and the back of his head in an almost grappling hold.
They stood like that for a moment, John suddenly pulled Adam in and kissed him as hard as he could, Adam grabbed on to John’s shirt and pulled him as close as their bodies could physically be.
Adam could feel John’s lip tremble slightly as he whispered how much he missed him in between kisses.
Suddenly John stopped.
Adam looked surprised.
“Something wrong.” Adam asked.
“No, no. Maybe we should take this somewhere else, the walls can sometimes have ears in this place, and I wouldn’t want to blow your cover.” John explained.
“Well, my cover isn’t what I’m worried about getting blown if you know what I mean.” He nodded at John. Adam leaned again, cupping Boss’ face in his gloved hands and planting another kiss on John's lips. John reached inside of Adams jacket and held on to his waist with both of his large hands, slowly lifting up Ocelot's shirt to caress his warm soft skin beneath, John could feel the steady rhythmic panting of Adam’s chest and stomach rising and falling, as he sloppily kissed down Adam’s jaw and neck, brushing his whiskers onto his collarbones, causing Adam to shiver just slightly. Ocelots busy hands made their way to John’s belt buckle; He could feel the enormous bulge in John’s pants getting bigger by the moment.
“Still, we should go somewhere more private, we don’t need the interruptions.” Boss practically commanded, Ocelot knew when John got like this, he had the tendency to become rough and feral; which is exactly what Ocelot was hoping for.
Wasting no time, Boss led Ocelot out of his office and back into the hallway, where he double locked his office door before the two of them walked to the elevator.
As if no time had passed, their hands interlocked; John marvelled at how instant it was, he missed holding on to and caressing the soft leather gloves Adam always wore, except in bed.
A ding sound signalled the elevator's arrival, they both got on and John pushed the button with a large red B on it.
The doors opened and it seemed as though they arrived in John’s private garage; it was a large stone garage that held his three motorcycles and his Jeep. It smelled of gasoline and hard work; John pulled the camo covering off of the Triumph Bonneville, the leather was freshly balmed, every piece of chrome reflected off of the overhead lights.
“This what you dragged me down here to see?” Ocelot said sounding unenthusiastic.
“No, you idiot, get on, we’re going.”
Boss snapped back, pulling his black leather jacket from the coat hook near the large tool box on the left. John placed his gloves on, took his keys from the jacket pocket and sat down, pulling the Triumph up under his weight to start it. Turning his head and acknowledging Adam, he nodded and climbed on the back.
John turned the key and the engine purred to life with a roar, he felt Adam wrap his gloved hands over his own waist, and let the clutch out, he gave the bike some gas. The garage door opened on its mechanical hinges.
Adam held on tighter as they drove off into the night kicking up a shower of dirt and debris behind them.
Adam caught himself leaning onto John's back, and inhaling his scent as they drove down the paved paths and further North, once John was comfortable driving, he leaned back into Adam, removed one hand from his handlebars and tenderly held on to Adam’s outer thigh behind him.
“Where are we going?” Ocelot spoke into John’s ear.
He leaned his head back slightly, never removing his eye from the road.
“You’ll see.”
They drove on for what seemed to Ocelot like miles. The Sun hadn’t started rising over the ridge yet, so they still had plenty of time. Finally, John slowed the Triumph and began to pull off into a lightly forested area, he flipped the kickstand, they both dismounted the bike.
John finally broke the silence;
“I waited so long for this day, planned everything I would ever tell you. How you hurt me, how I hate you, how many nights I stared at your side of the bed wondering if I’d wake up to you tomorrow, or the next day or the next, it was hell.”
“You want hell?” Adam puffed.
“Hell is not being able to tell you where I was going or why, having to know that I had to leave you behind to protect you. Having to track you down for the last five years because you won’t hold still, not being able to contact you no matter how much I wanted to, any wrong move I made could have seen you dead. That was my personal hell and I crawled back from Lucifer's grip to come and see you again.”
“Stay Adam, they’ll never know, they’ll think you were killed in action.” Boss offered.
“You know that’s not going to work, I have my hands in too many things to just disappear. They know I’m too good, but that’s not saying I’ll never be back.”
Boss closed his eyes and breathed a sigh so heavy his shoulders bounced.
“Now, don’t be like that, you know I hate it when you’re a brat.” Adam cooed as he removed his jacket, and raised one eyebrow in a gesture that was familiar to Boss.
“Oh? And what if I don’t?” Boss asked, rolling his eye.
Adam stepped closer to John and slid his jacket over his wide shoulder in one swift movement.
John assisted him by fully removing his jacket and placing it over the seat of the bike. Adam removed his gloves and pocketed them, and let his fingertips caress down John’s cheek, feeling the roughness of his skin balanced out by the softness of his whiskers, John took his hand, his fingers were long, slender, pale and always cold, tonight was no exception, he placed Adam’s hand on his shoulder, leaned in and kissed Adam again.
Once their tongues found each other, Adam felt the same butterflies in his stomach from years ago, he felt John’s hands on his hips moving him to change spots and rest his weight on the side of John’s bike.
Opening Ocelots coat, John took the two pieces of fabric containing Adam’s torso in his hands and pulled, buttons from Adam’s shirt strained until the threads could no longer, and buttons went flying in all directions in the dark. John placed the leather of his gloves in his mouth and hurriedly removed them, he wanted to feel Adam’s skin under his hands, to breathe his molecules in; John had a burning in his stomach, he leaned into Adam’s chest and placed sloppy kisses over his neck and chest, sliding his tongue across Adam’s collarbones and onto his nipples. Adam let out a soft grunt, as he felt John’s teeth gently close down on the tender tissue of his nipple, letting go, John continued down his stomach in awe of his lean cut abs. John finally reached Adam’s waist; he pulled at Adam’s belt buckle and the metal snap broke under the tension of John’s arms.
Adam noticed his hands still felt impossibly large as they gently manhandled his hips and waist as John unfastened his pants, the warm wetness of John’s tongue lightly caressing Adam’s hip bones. Adam almost let out a whimper, and they’d barely gotten started, he knew he missed John, and clearly his body did too.
A sharp inhale escaped Adam’s lips as he felt the tip of his cock was caressed by John’s tongue, followed by the hollow of John's mouth. Adam held on to Boss’ shoulder and slowly bucked his hips to the rhythm that John had started; John carried away eagerly sucking and swallowing Adam’s cock, stroking the long pink shaft with his hand. His breathing got heavier, he started to pant and moan like he usually did when he was close to cumming.
Suddenly John let go and backed up; Adam let out a few pity whines and furrowed his brow.
“Where you going?” Adam asked, in a huffed tone.
“You’re not the only one who’s getting off tonight.” John replied.
Adam’s eyes lit up with excitement, he eagerly turned his stance around holding on to the bike seat, and raised his hips up as if making a mating offering.
John grabbed him from behind and growled low into his ear:
“You always were a whore for this cock weren’t you?”
The mere feeling of John’s breath on his neck was enough to make his knees tremble.
“Y- Yes Sir.” He sputtered out, as John gently tilted Adams head back and caressed his throat with his hand.
He could feel John stroking himself from behind, readying himself.
Adam straightened out his arms, locked his elbows and braced himself; he heard the plastic snap of a tube open and close, this piqued his interest and he peeked back over his shoulder.
John was fiddling with the cap of a bottle of lube.
He peeked back over Adam’s shoulder and whispered that he came prepared and not to worry.
John’s hand caressed down Adam’s back and shoulders as he guided himself slowly into Adam with the other hand.
Adam’s head dropped as he exhaled, a shiver went through him; John’s thickness was more than he remembered, so he leaned forward and John took him by the ponytail as he thrust into him with a throaty growl.
Adam leaned down and bit into John’s leather jacket to stifle his cries of pleasure, he felt a handful of his hair in John’s grip, their hips smacked together as John thrust deeper and harder. Adam felt light headed, he was seeing stars, his body felt like it was numb, the rising knot in his stomach was on fire, John knew Adam couldn’t last much longer, his eyes rolled back as far as they could. With slack jaw and barely coherent moans, John dug his heels into the Earth and hit Adam’s most sensitive of spots; a moan so loud left his lips that a few forest creatures took off in fear. John could hear a few pathetic moans leave Adam’s body as he orgasmed, his thighs shook and his chest heaved. John slowed his pace to check on him through panting breaths;
“You alright?” his fingers caressing Adam’s throat.
Adam gripped John’s thigh from the back and pulled him closer, he looked back over his shoulder with what looked like possessed eyes.
“Don’t stop!”
John quickened his pace again, viciously pounding their hips together, he leaned down over Adam’s back and gruffly asked him;
“Where do you want it?”
Adam took John’s fingers and put the tips of them in his mouth.
“Hint taken.” growled.
A few more thrusts and John pulled out of Adam, but kept the pace by stroking himself while Adam turned to face him and dropped to his knees.
Partially clear droplets of cum found their way onto Adam’s tongue, and he happily swallowed. Boss lifted Adam up and sat him on the seat of his motorcycle. He held the back of Adam’s head and pressed their foreheads together as he caught his breath.
“You sure you can’t stay?” He finally asked Adam.
“Too risky right now, soon. I have a mission that I’m almost finished with, once I gather the needed intel, my ass will be back here, promise.” He held up his hand as if to swear.
Adam went to button up his shirt, but all the buttons were now spread ten feet in any direction.
Boss apologized and handed Ocelot an extra shirt he kept on his bike for emergencies.
“So what now?” Boss asked, sounding disappointed.
“For now, we go our separate ways. I’m so close to getting the intel I need I can taste it. Once that’s over with, what do you say, you and I get ourselves some land, maybe raise some mares.”
Adam offered.
John was almost ready to put his jacket on, but that sentence made him drop it to the ground. He grabbed Adam by the sides of the face and kissed him deeply.
“You’d better come back soon. Don’t do this to me again.” He asked.
“You have my word, John. We’ll meet again.”
“Hey.” John said with a smirk.
“Forgetting something?” He waved a cigar in Ocelot’s direction.
Ocelot gave a small chuckle, pulled a lighter and a cigarette out of his pocket, he wasn’t normally a smoker, only after sex, and this was a grand opportunity.
The light was a gold zippo with an ocelot carved into the metal.
His thumb flicked the flint.
They silently leaned into the flame together until lit.
The lighter lid clinked close with a metallic sound. Ocelot’s blue eyes locked on to John’s one visible blue eye as the sun began to rise on the ridge, Ocelot committed that colour blue to his memory. John picked his jacket up and swung it over his shoulder, just then a horse with a loose bridle came over the hill. Ocelot squinted his eyes and realized it was Trigger, she trotted up and stopped in front of Adam. John zipped up his jacket, walked to Adam, gave him a final kiss and told him to hurry home.
“I love you.” John whispered.
He felt Adam’s lip tremble under his kiss as he spoke it back.
The engine purred to life again, and Adam took hold of Triggers reins.
The faint red glow of tail lights drifted down the road and out of sight. Ocelot rode Trigger back to town and flew back to America to finish his current mission.
Six months later, Solid Snake succeeded in his mission of eliminating Big Boss in the Zanzibarland Incident.