FILLED, PART 1: Late after the fact but hope you enjoy regardless
anonymous
June 9 2011, 17:50:57 UTC
Not sure if it's going to be as smutty as you hoped, OP, but I've wanted to write a semi-serious take on this for a while just to see if it can be done, so here goes. Warning for Zadornov being an exploitative bastard, dubcon.
Under Wraps
What Snake didn't know wouldn't hurt him. That was, at least, what Kaz told himself every time he went down to the MSF brig to...negotiate with the most important of its inhabitants. At this point, he could recognize the exact moment he entered the prisoner's field of vision: there'd be a faint but attentive rustling of fabric as Zadornov sat up in his cell, eyeing him expectantly. Most of the time, this was motivated by the coffee Kaz would bring without Big Boss's knowledge (another little allowance for a co-agent, albeit a very irritating one) or the prospect of escape, and Kaz only hoped this wasn't going to be one of those other times.
"Hey," he said, trying to sound noncommittal; nothing interesting to do here, no sir. "Here's some of that coffee. Better drink it before I need to go back up."
Lazily, the figure in the cell approached the bars to take the cup from him. "Beats the water and rations," came the subdued but raspy voice. Zadornov didn't seem to be suffering in prison - hey, the MSF took better care of their captives than most, Snake and Kaz both had reasons to make sure of that - but he did look kind of depleted. Bored too, probably. After all, he was only on his third escape.
Kaz would have felt a semblance of sympathy for him if the man hadn't been a shameless manipulator.
"Hey, get back in there! You weren't supposed to escape yet, what the hell are you thinking?"
"I am not used to confinement, Miller. If you'd like me to stay, give me some entertainment."
"Sorry, you're gonna want to raise that complaint with Cipher if you don't like your part in the plan. I'm only supposed to let you out now and then without being spotted."
"Oh, I like my part just fine. But you don't seem to realize that I could...talk. To your dear boss, that is."
"Why would you--? Zadornov, that makes no sense!"
"Perhaps not to you or your long-distance friend. All I'm saying is that I want compensation for having to sit in this cell day and night."
"What are you..."
"It's either you, or good luck getting someone else in on this." And expanding the circle of deception beyond what you can handle. "What's the matter? Would you like your boss to get a few helpful hints once he begins to act suspicious?"
Under Wraps
What Snake didn't know wouldn't hurt him. That was, at least, what Kaz told himself every time he went down to the MSF brig to...negotiate with the most important of its inhabitants. At this point, he could recognize the exact moment he entered the prisoner's field of vision: there'd be a faint but attentive rustling of fabric as Zadornov sat up in his cell, eyeing him expectantly. Most of the time, this was motivated by the coffee Kaz would bring without Big Boss's knowledge (another little allowance for a co-agent, albeit a very irritating one) or the prospect of escape, and Kaz only hoped this wasn't going to be one of those other times.
"Hey," he said, trying to sound noncommittal; nothing interesting to do here, no sir. "Here's some of that coffee. Better drink it before I need to go back up."
Lazily, the figure in the cell approached the bars to take the cup from him. "Beats the water and rations," came the subdued but raspy voice. Zadornov didn't seem to be suffering in prison - hey, the MSF took better care of their captives than most, Snake and Kaz both had reasons to make sure of that - but he did look kind of depleted. Bored too, probably. After all, he was only on his third escape.
Kaz would have felt a semblance of sympathy for him if the man hadn't been a shameless manipulator.
"Hey, get back in there! You weren't supposed to escape yet, what the hell are you thinking?"
"I am not used to confinement, Miller. If you'd like me to stay, give me some entertainment."
"Sorry, you're gonna want to raise that complaint with Cipher if you don't like your part in the plan. I'm only supposed to let you out now and then without being spotted."
"Oh, I like my part just fine. But you don't seem to realize that I could...talk. To your dear boss, that is."
"Why would you--? Zadornov, that makes no sense!"
"Perhaps not to you or your long-distance friend. All I'm saying is that I want compensation for having to sit in this cell day and night."
"What are you..."
"It's either you, or good luck getting someone else in on this." And expanding the circle of deception beyond what you can handle. "What's the matter? Would you like your boss to get a few helpful hints once he begins to act suspicious?"
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