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[Title] Interlude
[Fandom] Metal Gear Solid 3
[Pairing] Volgin/Raikov
[Rating] R; boylove, sadism, etc.
[Word Count] 1,422
[Summary] ketsuruimakura, here is your gift. And I won't say any more because it will spoil. Oh, and it isn't proofread 'cause I suck.
Torture always left him tired. He enjoyed it immensely, but it was draining. He was regretting that order he had given to Tatyana telling her to meet him back in his room. He sort of felt like taking a rest after all of the volts he’d just expensed. Sighing softly to himself, he ran one red-gloved hand through the bit of hair he had as he paced purposefully through Groznyj Grad. Despite how tired he felt, he still managed to look as intimidating as he always did, not allowing his shoulders to droop, nor did that strong gaze leave his golden eyes.
Saluting his soldiers as he walked by, he finally reached his room, tucked in a back corner, inaccessible to anyone save himself, Ivan, and recently Tatyana had been granted access as well. While many people believed that he had a whole harem of lovers, he felt strange enough having two. Tatyana had practically forced herself onto him, and he wasn’t one to refuse such an offer from such a woman. Ivan hadn’t really minded, since he knew he was top priority, and so he had been living a bit of a double life for the past few weeks. He was sure that Tatyana wouldn’t stay for long, while Ivan was more of a consistency.
She was more for the sadism, anyways. He had no qualms about hurting her. But if there was one person whose face he could never see battered and bruised, it was Ivan-which was why he had given that CIA dog such a beating. He cracked his knuckles and smirked. That had been fun, especially when Ocelot had managed to shoot his eye out. He was doing his best to give the boy a sadistic impression.
He was raising a madman for the next generation. And he was doing a good job, if he did say so himself.
Stepping through the sliding door that led into his room, he was surprised to see that it was not vacant. He had been forced to order someone else to see that Ivan was taken care of, but he hadn’t thought he would be taken back here to rest. The boy was resting peacefully in his bed, and he had some bandages wrapped around his head from the wound Snake had given him. Couldn’t he have just tranquilized him? But no, the American had decided to ram the poor boy’s head into a locker door to knock him out.
Walking over to the bed, he chastely pulled the covers back to see he had been outfitted with another uniform for the time being. He was going to have to get him fitted for a replacement once he had the chance, since this one appeared to be too big for him. Smiling, he placed one hand on his cheek for a moment, interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Standing straight, he spun around as Tatyana walked in. She paused in the doorway, looking around the dark room and canting her head to the side as she spotted the form in the bed. She remained still and silent, as if waiting to see what Volgin had to say about this turn of events.
“You’re dismissed,” he said uninterestedly, turning his head back to look at Ivan.
Without speaking a word, she spun on her heel and headed out of the room. Volgin didn’t care too much what she did. Perhaps he was a bit too lenient with her, but he honestly didn’t give a damn at this point. He watched as the door closed behind itself when all of a sudden a slightly feminine voice chimed out from behind him.
“That’s no way to keep a girl, you know…”
Volgin looked over his shoulder to see Major Raikov giving him a small smile. “And how would you know?”
Ivan scoffed and turned his head away; there was perhaps a small blush on his cheeks. The colonel always joked with him about his sexual preference, and while it was done in good fun, it was somewhat embarrassing. “I would figure as much, anyways.”
Volgin shrugged. “I’m not trying that hard to keep her. If she wants to leave, I won’t be crying over it…”
The boy raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t imagine you crying over anything, Colonel.”
Volgin gave a small nod. “Perhaps you’re right,” he murmured, then finally moving back towards the bed and sitting on the edge of it. After a lapse of silence, he then glanced over at the platinum-haired one and cocked his head a little, as if motioning to the bandages. “You all right?”
The major pulled up one hand and placed it against his head with a grunt. “A little dizzy, but I’m okay. I’ll live, don’t worry.” He smirked at his commander.
“I made sure that American paid…” he said, gritting his teeth at the thought of the man. He was probably in one of the cells by now.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ivan said with a roll of his eyes. He knew Volgin better than anyone, and he didn’t have to ponder over what the man had probably done to the snake. “You didn’t kill him, did you?” It was, at times, hard to know just how far he would go.
“No, no. Ocelot blinded him in one eye, though.”
Raikov startled. “Really…? I knew he was having too much fun with those revolvers… Stupid kid doesn’t know what he’s doing,” he scoffed.
“He’s not much younger than you, you know.”
“Still.”
“Well, it was entertaining. And I think he’s really starting to like it.” He clenched a fist and smiled. Ocelot would make a rather good sadist if he got a taste for it. He could just imagine it.
“You’re horrible, you know,” Raikov murmured, then sitting up slowly and quaintly and then slowly grabbed Volgin’s collar, pulling him close until they locked lips.
The electrically-charged one smiled around the kiss, letting a few small volts surge through him as if to communicate his appreciation of the action. It didn’t take long before he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, and even sooner after that he had pinned the boy back down onto the bed and was invading his mouth efficiently, exploring every crevice of the hot wetness with his tongue.
Raikov gave muffled squeaks of amusement and affirmation as he tried to fight back, both of his hands on Volgin’s shoulders and fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform.
After a few moments longer Raikov managed to wrench himself away, staring up at his colonel for a moment with curious eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know. I’m injured.”
Volgin blinked down at him. “Do you mind?”
The boy paused for a moment, as if questioning himself about it. “…Not really.”
“You started it, after all,” he said with an admonishing grin.
He was about to go in for the kill when he heard loud footsteps from outside the door yet again. He quickly got up and off the bed, and within seconds Tatyana had burst in.
“What do you want?” he asked in irritation.
“He escaped,” she stated. He could have sworn she looked smug about it, but he was probably just imagining things. “What are your orders?”
“Where is he now?” he barked, suddenly the serious, commanding man he usually was as compared to how he had been a few seconds prior. He noticed that Ivan wasn’t saying anything, and figured he was probably feigning sleep.
“In the sewers,” she reported.
“Well, send attack dogs and men after him. And…” He paused for a moment, and then smirked devilishly. “Tell Ocelot to go out after him with his unit as well.” He had to add flame to the fire, and he figured Ocelot seeing the damage he had done would be a good plan.
“Very well,” she said, and then left just as quickly.
Once her footsteps had faded away, he turned back to Ivan, whose eyes were once again open. “You’d better go,” the silver-haired one said.
“Yeah,” he agreed grudgingly. “I’ll see you later, all right?” He walked over to him and cupped in face in his hand another time. “Get some rest and feel better.” He moved his hand up to rub lightly over the bandages.
“Yes, sir,” he said with a slightly mocking tone.
With that, he stepped away from the bed and headed out the door, reverting back to the cold-hearted man he usually was thought to be.
[Fandom] Metal Gear Solid 3
[Pairing] Volgin/Raikov
[Rating] R; boylove, sadism, etc.
[Word Count] 1,422
[Summary] ketsuruimakura, here is your gift. And I won't say any more because it will spoil. Oh, and it isn't proofread 'cause I suck.
Torture always left him tired. He enjoyed it immensely, but it was draining. He was regretting that order he had given to Tatyana telling her to meet him back in his room. He sort of felt like taking a rest after all of the volts he’d just expensed. Sighing softly to himself, he ran one red-gloved hand through the bit of hair he had as he paced purposefully through Groznyj Grad. Despite how tired he felt, he still managed to look as intimidating as he always did, not allowing his shoulders to droop, nor did that strong gaze leave his golden eyes.
Saluting his soldiers as he walked by, he finally reached his room, tucked in a back corner, inaccessible to anyone save himself, Ivan, and recently Tatyana had been granted access as well. While many people believed that he had a whole harem of lovers, he felt strange enough having two. Tatyana had practically forced herself onto him, and he wasn’t one to refuse such an offer from such a woman. Ivan hadn’t really minded, since he knew he was top priority, and so he had been living a bit of a double life for the past few weeks. He was sure that Tatyana wouldn’t stay for long, while Ivan was more of a consistency.
She was more for the sadism, anyways. He had no qualms about hurting her. But if there was one person whose face he could never see battered and bruised, it was Ivan-which was why he had given that CIA dog such a beating. He cracked his knuckles and smirked. That had been fun, especially when Ocelot had managed to shoot his eye out. He was doing his best to give the boy a sadistic impression.
He was raising a madman for the next generation. And he was doing a good job, if he did say so himself.
Stepping through the sliding door that led into his room, he was surprised to see that it was not vacant. He had been forced to order someone else to see that Ivan was taken care of, but he hadn’t thought he would be taken back here to rest. The boy was resting peacefully in his bed, and he had some bandages wrapped around his head from the wound Snake had given him. Couldn’t he have just tranquilized him? But no, the American had decided to ram the poor boy’s head into a locker door to knock him out.
Walking over to the bed, he chastely pulled the covers back to see he had been outfitted with another uniform for the time being. He was going to have to get him fitted for a replacement once he had the chance, since this one appeared to be too big for him. Smiling, he placed one hand on his cheek for a moment, interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Standing straight, he spun around as Tatyana walked in. She paused in the doorway, looking around the dark room and canting her head to the side as she spotted the form in the bed. She remained still and silent, as if waiting to see what Volgin had to say about this turn of events.
“You’re dismissed,” he said uninterestedly, turning his head back to look at Ivan.
Without speaking a word, she spun on her heel and headed out of the room. Volgin didn’t care too much what she did. Perhaps he was a bit too lenient with her, but he honestly didn’t give a damn at this point. He watched as the door closed behind itself when all of a sudden a slightly feminine voice chimed out from behind him.
“That’s no way to keep a girl, you know…”
Volgin looked over his shoulder to see Major Raikov giving him a small smile. “And how would you know?”
Ivan scoffed and turned his head away; there was perhaps a small blush on his cheeks. The colonel always joked with him about his sexual preference, and while it was done in good fun, it was somewhat embarrassing. “I would figure as much, anyways.”
Volgin shrugged. “I’m not trying that hard to keep her. If she wants to leave, I won’t be crying over it…”
The boy raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t imagine you crying over anything, Colonel.”
Volgin gave a small nod. “Perhaps you’re right,” he murmured, then finally moving back towards the bed and sitting on the edge of it. After a lapse of silence, he then glanced over at the platinum-haired one and cocked his head a little, as if motioning to the bandages. “You all right?”
The major pulled up one hand and placed it against his head with a grunt. “A little dizzy, but I’m okay. I’ll live, don’t worry.” He smirked at his commander.
“I made sure that American paid…” he said, gritting his teeth at the thought of the man. He was probably in one of the cells by now.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ivan said with a roll of his eyes. He knew Volgin better than anyone, and he didn’t have to ponder over what the man had probably done to the snake. “You didn’t kill him, did you?” It was, at times, hard to know just how far he would go.
“No, no. Ocelot blinded him in one eye, though.”
Raikov startled. “Really…? I knew he was having too much fun with those revolvers… Stupid kid doesn’t know what he’s doing,” he scoffed.
“He’s not much younger than you, you know.”
“Still.”
“Well, it was entertaining. And I think he’s really starting to like it.” He clenched a fist and smiled. Ocelot would make a rather good sadist if he got a taste for it. He could just imagine it.
“You’re horrible, you know,” Raikov murmured, then sitting up slowly and quaintly and then slowly grabbed Volgin’s collar, pulling him close until they locked lips.
The electrically-charged one smiled around the kiss, letting a few small volts surge through him as if to communicate his appreciation of the action. It didn’t take long before he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, and even sooner after that he had pinned the boy back down onto the bed and was invading his mouth efficiently, exploring every crevice of the hot wetness with his tongue.
Raikov gave muffled squeaks of amusement and affirmation as he tried to fight back, both of his hands on Volgin’s shoulders and fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform.
After a few moments longer Raikov managed to wrench himself away, staring up at his colonel for a moment with curious eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know. I’m injured.”
Volgin blinked down at him. “Do you mind?”
The boy paused for a moment, as if questioning himself about it. “…Not really.”
“You started it, after all,” he said with an admonishing grin.
He was about to go in for the kill when he heard loud footsteps from outside the door yet again. He quickly got up and off the bed, and within seconds Tatyana had burst in.
“What do you want?” he asked in irritation.
“He escaped,” she stated. He could have sworn she looked smug about it, but he was probably just imagining things. “What are your orders?”
“Where is he now?” he barked, suddenly the serious, commanding man he usually was as compared to how he had been a few seconds prior. He noticed that Ivan wasn’t saying anything, and figured he was probably feigning sleep.
“In the sewers,” she reported.
“Well, send attack dogs and men after him. And…” He paused for a moment, and then smirked devilishly. “Tell Ocelot to go out after him with his unit as well.” He had to add flame to the fire, and he figured Ocelot seeing the damage he had done would be a good plan.
“Very well,” she said, and then left just as quickly.
Once her footsteps had faded away, he turned back to Ivan, whose eyes were once again open. “You’d better go,” the silver-haired one said.
“Yeah,” he agreed grudgingly. “I’ll see you later, all right?” He walked over to him and cupped in face in his hand another time. “Get some rest and feel better.” He moved his hand up to rub lightly over the bandages.
“Yes, sir,” he said with a slightly mocking tone.
With that, he stepped away from the bed and headed out the door, reverting back to the cold-hearted man he usually was thought to be.