Sidewinder- Part 2
Title: Sidewinder: Part 2.
Author: Thylatron
Rating: PG, maybe a little more.
Pairing: Snake/Female OC, Otacon/Female OC, eventual Snake/Otacon.
Word Count: About 1,000, give or take a few words.
Summary: He needed to tell him, but can he break his heart?
Author's Note: Okay, this is my first serious attempt at writing for the Fandom. I hope I didn't mess up to badly, lol. Also, this takes place sometime between MGS2 and MGS4.
Part 1
Summary: He needed to tell him, but can he?
Disclaimer: Kojima/Konami owns them all, except for the girls. I’m just playing with them.
Author’s Note: I had such a bad urge to write Het (MY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!) and this story was the result.
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His hand hovered over the phone, clenching as he fought the nerves twisting in his gut. Smoke from his cigarette lingering around him along with the tension of his nerves. Even the calming effect of the nicotine didn’t help him make his decision.
“Come on Snake, you faced your death more times then you can count, and you can’t even make a stupid phone call?” He thought to himself, teeth clenching around the filter in frustration as he tried to convince himself that this wasn’t a big deal. He never was good with communicating how he felt, especially when it involved the object of his desire. Sometimes he wished he could just come right out and say how he really felt, but then he wouldn’t be Snake the super solider, always expected to do and not think about the consequences.
“David?” A female voice said, causing his shoulders to draw up in a startled flinch at the sound of his real name coming out of her mouth. Usually the only other person who called him by his first name was…He couldn’t finish the thought. He looked over his shoulder, at the woman he was supposed to love, hiding his conflicted thoughts under his usual blank mask.
“Are you okay baby? You look a little tense,” She said, walking over to him, resting her hands on his tight shoulders, rubbing them slightly.
“I’m fine,” He lied, taking a deep drag off his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as if it could take all his conflicted feelings with it.
She didn’t press him further about it. She knew that something was bothering him, but he wasn’t the type that reacted kindly to people trying to dig too deeply when he didn’t want to talk about it. She let her hands slip around, trailing down his chest.
You want to try finish what we started earlier? Try to get your mind off of what’s bothering you?” She whispered hotly into his ear, licking it coyly.
He grinned, covering up a grimace. “You’re insatiable,” He said, keeping his voice light as her suggestive grin widened.
“That why you love me,” She quipped, rubbing his chest, fingers lingering around his nipples, teasing them. He closed his eyes as her words sunk in, letting himself be led off towards the bedroom. He wasn’t supposed to love people; he was only supposed to love the thrill of battle, the deceptive lure of the battlefield. Except for one programmer that grabbed hold of his heart and refused to let go and made him question his feelings.
And if she didn’t bring it up, he could also convince himself that he still loved her.
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Snake lay on the rumpled bed, smoking his second cigarette, watching the smoke curl lazily around as he listened to the shower running in the distance. She was in the shower, washing away the evidence of their recent escapade. He didn’t feel the usual afterglow that was usually associated with sex. He felt more like he cheated on someone, which in a way he felt like he did.
He flinched as the jarring jangle if the phone cut through the heavy silence of the room. He sat up, with the intention of answering the annoying thing.
“It’s okay David, I got it!” Her voice rang out, slightly muffled by the walls separating them. He shrugged, laying back down, taking another drag of his cigarette. He leaned over to die it out on the ashtray that was resting on the nightstand when she walked in a few minuets later, smiling while rubbing her head with a towel.
“That was Meryl. She called to ask if we wanted to have a little get-together. I said yes, I hope you don’t mind.” She explained.
“Um, no of course I don’t,” Snake answered, sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Who else is going?”
“Oh, Mei-Ling, Naomi, Otacon..” She trailed off, waving her and for emphasis as she fussed with her hair with the other. Snake nearly choked with shock at the mention of Otacon, but covered it with a clear of his throat. That was going to be awkward, having him there, even though he was part of the group.
“So, I’d get up and start getting ready if I were you,” She told him, eyes scanning over his still nude form.
“Yeah, Meryl’s not one to waste any time.” Snake got up, stretching out his slightly stiff muscles as he made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusting the water and letting it warm.
“I hope I don’t do anything stupid," He thought before stepping into the shower, letting his mind wander as he automatically went through the proper showering motions. “It’s one thing thinking about him, but to come face to face? That’s a different story.” Of course, he’d been close to him before, close enough to grab or hug, but that was before he realized that he liked him for more than his knowledge of Metal Gear, more than a friend.
Sighing in frustration, he slammed the water off, letting the stray water drip off him for awhile, trying to gather up the stray thoughts that seemed to be eating his mind lately. After a moment of contemplating, he mad the decision that he was going to tell Hal tonight, he just had to wait for the right moment.
Shaking the water out of his hair, he stepped out of the shower. Yes, he definitely was going to tell him, no question about it. He wrapped a towel around his waist, walking out of the steaming room. He just hoped that he could go through with it.
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Snake sounds like such a woobie. That wasn’t my intention, I swear! I was going for conflicted.