NaNoMaChines Fic Submission.
Title: Lessons Learned
Pairing: Big Boss/ Solid Snake
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2132
Summary: Sexy funtime CQC; Pre MG 1, during Foxhound days
Theme: Starting over
“Snake.”
That one word was enough to divert Snake’s attention from the group of people he’d been conversing with. Even then, it wasn’t the word so much as the man who said it.
Big Boss had a way of transforming the atmosphere in a room simply by walking in. His presence was such that people either scurried away in deference or vied to bask in his unspoken charisma.
“Come. We’re going to talk about that training regimen I suggested.”
Snake jolted with a start. He’d almost rushed over like a silly schoolgirl, when he remembered the people he was with. They peered at him curiously, as he put on a reluctant face, trudging slowly to where Big Boss stood. The tense silence of the group he’d been with was unmistakable.
He followed Big Boss, apprehensively, as they headed into the equipment room. “Sir? What was it…” Snake swallowed, hoping the nervous -click- in his throat hadn’t been audible. “…you wanted to talk to me about? Just a CQC lesson?”
For a moment, the man he considered his mentor simply stared at him. Then pushed him backwards into the wall, pinning his wrists to the cold concrete and leaning in uncomfortably close.
“Sir, I don’t think this is-”
“- CQC? But it feels good, doesn’t it. Think of it as a session in Close Quarters-“
“Combat, right?” Snake nodded righteously, managing the words “but this has nothing to do with-” before Big Boss silenced him with a rough, dry kiss. Momentarily stunned, Snake tried weakly to push the other man away. Big Boss yanked his hands away and slammed Snake into the wall, grinding his shoulder blades into the unforgiving structure.
“What do you want?” Snake asked, his voice almost catching in this throat.
Big Boss growled, almost gutturally. “Isn’t it obvious? You’ve been avoi-” He stopped.
“Wasn’t yesterday enough? And the week before that?” Examining the floor, Snake hoped Big Boss wouldn’t see his face that was flaming in defiance of everything he was saying.
Big Boss drew back, as if he’d been slapped. If he didn’t know any better, Snake might have said Big Boss looked…hurt. But the acrid words had tumbled out. It was too late to take them back.
“…Besides, the walls here are thin,” finished Snake lamely.
“This room is soundproof.” Big Boss was curt in his response.
Snake licked his lips, which had gone dry. “I mean- the room echoes. Yeah.”
Adjusting his eyepatch a little, Big Boss snorted softly, almost derisively. “…What’s this?…Is it really that unpleasant to…”
“No! It’s just…” Snake tried to take advantage of the silence, blurting out the first things that came to mind. “Some of the others, they’re…saying things about us-I mean, me, and…!”
Big Boss remained silent. Snake wasn’t sure if that made it harder for what he wanted to say next. “It’s awkward. Please don’t jeopardize what I’ve just gotten back…people are starting to talk to me again…”
From out of a corner pocket, Big Boss pulled a cigar and put it in his mouth. He reached out briefly towards Snake’s head, but pulled back and turned around, walking away without a sound. Snake almost wished Big Boss had said something before leaving. Perhaps “I understand, I won’t trouble you anymore.” But there was nothing. It was just how he was. Impulsively, he wanted to run to Big Boss and catch him before he walked out the door
(out of his life)
but what would that say about him? What would the others say about him?
--
He hadn’t seen Big Boss since that time. It seemed like their paths no longer converged, which was odd, since he always used to run into his commander on his way between buildings or before meals. For this to occur over the course of several weeks…perhaps Big Boss was just avoiding him on purpose. Even when he supervised some of the routine training exercises, Snake could feel his commander’s eyes slide over him as if he wasn’t there. It can’t go on like this, Snake thought desperately. It was a harsh thing to be ignored, but even more brutal if it was…well, him.
During one of the routine exercises Big Boss was supervising, Snake decided to go out of his way, and-and what? It was better to just do, and not think, lest he lose his courage. He walked briskly to his commanding officer, trying to pretend their petulant exchange two weeks ago hadn’t occurred, though the sulky expression on Big Boss’ face was difficult to ignore.
“I’m ready for that lesson on CQC now. Sir. If you’re still offering.”
Big Boss glanced at him warily, his single blue eye staying on Snake’s green ones for less than a breath. “You seem to know what you’re doing. You don’t need me.” He ran his fingers discreetly though his hair and turned away.
“I-I need a little help. Just some pointers, anything-”
With his arms folded across his chest, Big Boss frowned and watched the other people in the gym. After a silence that seemed like an eternity to Snake, he said gruffly, “Go back to your exercises, you’re attracting attention.”
Snake hesitated for a fraction of a second, hoping the hurt wasn’t written all over his face. He returned to his group. You didn’t disobey his orders. But it didn’t refute the fact that Big Boss had just denied him, and hard.
--
Snake lay on his bed, an arm draped over his eyes. Perhaps creating a vacuum of dark void over his vision would ward off the pain he felt. It was as if someone yanked the magic tablecloth from underneath him, and the flowers were not still standing. For the pivotal moments in his life, Big Boss had been there. Especially after he successfully completed his first solo training mission. Or when he broke Foxhound records in-what did that matter now? What did any of it matter now? Snake could remember the times when he would walk with his commander, short strolls where the older man would say nothing but just simply smoke his cigar. He figured Big Boss would have said something if he minded his presence…Sure, maybe more people were willing to talk to him now
(but none of them were Big Boss, were they.)
Snake closed his eyes, and for a moment, he could imagine the heady aroma of the cigar. That’s some imagination there…
A gloved hand closed over his mouth just as the penny dropped and Snake bolted upright in his bunk.
“Kept you waiting, huh?”
Snake calmed down sufficiently enough after his heart stopped threatening to jump out of his throat.
“What the hell are you-”
A low, throaty chuckle. “You said you needed a lesson.” Eyes narrowed in the dark. “Now come on.” Big Boss nodded, relaxing his hold on Snake as he walked away.
Snake hurried after him, not even stopping long enough to grab his coat. The weather outside, however, proved to be harsher than he anticipated. He shivered uncontrollably, trying to hide his shudders from Big Boss, who turned around to see why his protégé fell behind.
“What’s the matter? Hurry up.”
“Nothing, I…” Snake took a few longer strides to match Big Boss’ pace. His shivers did not go unnoticed, however.
“I’ve told you before to dress for the conditions, haven’t I?”
Snake nodded. “S-sorry…sir.” He kept his head down, partially to preserve warmth, and partially hoping Big Boss couldn’t see the flush of embarrassment on his face.
Big Boss exhaled disapprovingly, and said nothing else.
A moment later, Snake felt the heavy weight of cloth being draped around him. “…Sir?”
“Keep walking. And stop slouching like that.”
Snake managed to stammer out a quiet thank you. Perhaps his commander heard it. On the other hand, it would be better if the wind whisked it away. Either way, there was no response. As he continued following his CO, Snake couldn’t help but admire how Big Boss looked, even with a simple shirt and tie. How he carried himself. With a simple grace befitting a king. Even without the Foxhound coat, there was no vulnerability about him.
Big Boss unlocked the door to the gym, pausing just before he turned the key to glance guardedly at Snake. He pushed the door open with a slow, sweeping motion, and when they had both entered, locked it cautiously.
Then he crossed his arms and glared at Snake.
Feeling the awkward silence, Snake began, “…I’m sorry. For last time. I didn’t mean for it to sound like…that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I didn’t…want to be here.”
“And now. Do you?”
Snake turned and looked at the ground, his face flushing. “I-”
That was all the impetus needed, and suddenly he could feel his commander’s lips on his own, as Big Boss shoved him against the wall and kissed him roughly. While his beard scraped against Snake’s own flesh, Snake fumbled clumsily with the clasp of his belt, trying to pull his own pants down. Big Boss caught his hand trying to undo the latch, and whispered, “…Well. For someone who didn’t seem so keen on it last time, you’re sure in a hurry now.”
Snake felt the warmth spread faster across his face like a wildfire. “That’s not-”
Big Boss silenced him with another kiss. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He pulled Snake’s pants off roughly, throwing them to the side. Big Boss took one of his gloves in his teeth, tugging it off and licking his fingers. As he pushed them into Snake, the younger soldier cried out in spite of himself. It didn’t get any easier, even if this wasn’t the first time. He tried to wriggle away, but only succeeded in driving the fingers deeper into himself. “Just relax…” Big Boss said softly in his ear, as he drew his hand back slightly. “That’s it…”
Just as Snake thought he’d barely gotten accustomed to the fingers pushing inside him, he heard the sound of Big Boss’ pants falling to the floor.
“I’m not ready yet-” His voice cut off with a low moan as Big Boss forced his full length into Snake. “N…no…I can’t…” he gasped as he was thrust against the cold concrete behind him, again and again. “…Big Boss…stop…”
“Shut up,” came the only reply. And after a moment: “God you’re tight, is this what two weeks away does?”
Snake managed a wan smile. “Didn’t think you were keeping track.”
Big Boss responded by pressing closer to Snake, as the younger solider barely bit back a pained gasp. “Don’t get mouthy with me, recruit.”
Recruit. A step lower than rookie, even. Just when you thought you’d earned your right as a soldier in Big Boss’ eyes, he knew how to knock you back down to the ground. Snake decided that staying silent would be the best course of action. Moments later, Big Boss muttered, “…You’re getting damn heavy.” Sensing what was coming as he turned, taking him off the wall, Snake struggled briefly. “No, the floor is dirty!”
Big Boss replied nonchalantly, “That’s what the jacket is for.”
Snake could only wonder how far Big Boss had planned ahead.
He stifled another moan as Big Boss slammed into him again. “Why don’t you let it out? No one can hear you in here,” Big Boss said with a low chuckle. Snake cried out a little louder with each thrust, clinging helplessly to his shoulders and neck. An odd weakness in his back started to creep up his spine.
“I…think I’m…”
Big Boss grabbed the base of Snake’s penis and smirked, almost meanly. “Who said you could come?”
Snake felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped and clawed desperately at Big Boss’ back, his fingers coming up empty and sliding uselessly off the neatly ironed dress shirt. “Please…!” he whimpered softly. His desperate request fell on deaf ears, as Big Boss refused to relinquish his grip. In an act of desperation, Snake bit him on the wrist, drawing a faint trail of blood, but was rewarded with his head being shoved back onto the concrete floor.
As Snake gazed upwards dazedly, Big Boss took the opportunity to push his way past Snake’s lips with his tongue, covering Snake’s mouth with his.
Asphyxiation while fucking, thought Snake. What a way to go. It was all he could do to keep from passing out as he lay there, with Big Boss grinding into him.
A few thrusts later, Big Boss released his hold on Snake’s member and came inside him, just as Snake released his load all over himself. They lay there for a moment, spent from their session. Big Boss frowned at some of the stains on his coat, and after a moment of deliberation, he pulled Snake closer, holding him.
“I can’t take another round,” Snake said, resignedly. “Not this soon.”
“No. This is a basic component of CQC. Close Quarters-“
“ Combat, but this is-”
The grip around Snake's waist tightened. “-Cuddling.”
Snake groaned at the pun, but to Big Boss, it sounded like more of a purr.
--
Alt!Ending
Snake: What do you want?
BB: Isn’t it obvious?
With a legendary CQC stance, he threw Snake against the wall and knocked him out. Several “rations” dropped out with a gentle beeping sound and hovered, spinning just above the ground. Big Boss picked them up and unwrapped one carefully. He was pleased to discover that his protégé had been carrying chocolate CalorieMate. Who knew CQC could be so useful?
Pairing: Big Boss/ Solid Snake
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2132
Summary: Sexy funtime CQC; Pre MG 1, during Foxhound days
Theme: Starting over
“Snake.”
That one word was enough to divert Snake’s attention from the group of people he’d been conversing with. Even then, it wasn’t the word so much as the man who said it.
Big Boss had a way of transforming the atmosphere in a room simply by walking in. His presence was such that people either scurried away in deference or vied to bask in his unspoken charisma.
“Come. We’re going to talk about that training regimen I suggested.”
Snake jolted with a start. He’d almost rushed over like a silly schoolgirl, when he remembered the people he was with. They peered at him curiously, as he put on a reluctant face, trudging slowly to where Big Boss stood. The tense silence of the group he’d been with was unmistakable.
He followed Big Boss, apprehensively, as they headed into the equipment room. “Sir? What was it…” Snake swallowed, hoping the nervous -click- in his throat hadn’t been audible. “…you wanted to talk to me about? Just a CQC lesson?”
For a moment, the man he considered his mentor simply stared at him. Then pushed him backwards into the wall, pinning his wrists to the cold concrete and leaning in uncomfortably close.
“Sir, I don’t think this is-”
“- CQC? But it feels good, doesn’t it. Think of it as a session in Close Quarters-“
“Combat, right?” Snake nodded righteously, managing the words “but this has nothing to do with-” before Big Boss silenced him with a rough, dry kiss. Momentarily stunned, Snake tried weakly to push the other man away. Big Boss yanked his hands away and slammed Snake into the wall, grinding his shoulder blades into the unforgiving structure.
“What do you want?” Snake asked, his voice almost catching in this throat.
Big Boss growled, almost gutturally. “Isn’t it obvious? You’ve been avoi-” He stopped.
“Wasn’t yesterday enough? And the week before that?” Examining the floor, Snake hoped Big Boss wouldn’t see his face that was flaming in defiance of everything he was saying.
Big Boss drew back, as if he’d been slapped. If he didn’t know any better, Snake might have said Big Boss looked…hurt. But the acrid words had tumbled out. It was too late to take them back.
“…Besides, the walls here are thin,” finished Snake lamely.
“This room is soundproof.” Big Boss was curt in his response.
Snake licked his lips, which had gone dry. “I mean- the room echoes. Yeah.”
Adjusting his eyepatch a little, Big Boss snorted softly, almost derisively. “…What’s this?…Is it really that unpleasant to…”
“No! It’s just…” Snake tried to take advantage of the silence, blurting out the first things that came to mind. “Some of the others, they’re…saying things about us-I mean, me, and…!”
Big Boss remained silent. Snake wasn’t sure if that made it harder for what he wanted to say next. “It’s awkward. Please don’t jeopardize what I’ve just gotten back…people are starting to talk to me again…”
From out of a corner pocket, Big Boss pulled a cigar and put it in his mouth. He reached out briefly towards Snake’s head, but pulled back and turned around, walking away without a sound. Snake almost wished Big Boss had said something before leaving. Perhaps “I understand, I won’t trouble you anymore.” But there was nothing. It was just how he was. Impulsively, he wanted to run to Big Boss and catch him before he walked out the door
(out of his life)
but what would that say about him? What would the others say about him?
--
He hadn’t seen Big Boss since that time. It seemed like their paths no longer converged, which was odd, since he always used to run into his commander on his way between buildings or before meals. For this to occur over the course of several weeks…perhaps Big Boss was just avoiding him on purpose. Even when he supervised some of the routine training exercises, Snake could feel his commander’s eyes slide over him as if he wasn’t there. It can’t go on like this, Snake thought desperately. It was a harsh thing to be ignored, but even more brutal if it was…well, him.
During one of the routine exercises Big Boss was supervising, Snake decided to go out of his way, and-and what? It was better to just do, and not think, lest he lose his courage. He walked briskly to his commanding officer, trying to pretend their petulant exchange two weeks ago hadn’t occurred, though the sulky expression on Big Boss’ face was difficult to ignore.
“I’m ready for that lesson on CQC now. Sir. If you’re still offering.”
Big Boss glanced at him warily, his single blue eye staying on Snake’s green ones for less than a breath. “You seem to know what you’re doing. You don’t need me.” He ran his fingers discreetly though his hair and turned away.
“I-I need a little help. Just some pointers, anything-”
With his arms folded across his chest, Big Boss frowned and watched the other people in the gym. After a silence that seemed like an eternity to Snake, he said gruffly, “Go back to your exercises, you’re attracting attention.”
Snake hesitated for a fraction of a second, hoping the hurt wasn’t written all over his face. He returned to his group. You didn’t disobey his orders. But it didn’t refute the fact that Big Boss had just denied him, and hard.
--
Snake lay on his bed, an arm draped over his eyes. Perhaps creating a vacuum of dark void over his vision would ward off the pain he felt. It was as if someone yanked the magic tablecloth from underneath him, and the flowers were not still standing. For the pivotal moments in his life, Big Boss had been there. Especially after he successfully completed his first solo training mission. Or when he broke Foxhound records in-what did that matter now? What did any of it matter now? Snake could remember the times when he would walk with his commander, short strolls where the older man would say nothing but just simply smoke his cigar. He figured Big Boss would have said something if he minded his presence…Sure, maybe more people were willing to talk to him now
(but none of them were Big Boss, were they.)
Snake closed his eyes, and for a moment, he could imagine the heady aroma of the cigar. That’s some imagination there…
A gloved hand closed over his mouth just as the penny dropped and Snake bolted upright in his bunk.
“Kept you waiting, huh?”
Snake calmed down sufficiently enough after his heart stopped threatening to jump out of his throat.
“What the hell are you-”
A low, throaty chuckle. “You said you needed a lesson.” Eyes narrowed in the dark. “Now come on.” Big Boss nodded, relaxing his hold on Snake as he walked away.
Snake hurried after him, not even stopping long enough to grab his coat. The weather outside, however, proved to be harsher than he anticipated. He shivered uncontrollably, trying to hide his shudders from Big Boss, who turned around to see why his protégé fell behind.
“What’s the matter? Hurry up.”
“Nothing, I…” Snake took a few longer strides to match Big Boss’ pace. His shivers did not go unnoticed, however.
“I’ve told you before to dress for the conditions, haven’t I?”
Snake nodded. “S-sorry…sir.” He kept his head down, partially to preserve warmth, and partially hoping Big Boss couldn’t see the flush of embarrassment on his face.
Big Boss exhaled disapprovingly, and said nothing else.
A moment later, Snake felt the heavy weight of cloth being draped around him. “…Sir?”
“Keep walking. And stop slouching like that.”
Snake managed to stammer out a quiet thank you. Perhaps his commander heard it. On the other hand, it would be better if the wind whisked it away. Either way, there was no response. As he continued following his CO, Snake couldn’t help but admire how Big Boss looked, even with a simple shirt and tie. How he carried himself. With a simple grace befitting a king. Even without the Foxhound coat, there was no vulnerability about him.
Big Boss unlocked the door to the gym, pausing just before he turned the key to glance guardedly at Snake. He pushed the door open with a slow, sweeping motion, and when they had both entered, locked it cautiously.
Then he crossed his arms and glared at Snake.
Feeling the awkward silence, Snake began, “…I’m sorry. For last time. I didn’t mean for it to sound like…that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I didn’t…want to be here.”
“And now. Do you?”
Snake turned and looked at the ground, his face flushing. “I-”
That was all the impetus needed, and suddenly he could feel his commander’s lips on his own, as Big Boss shoved him against the wall and kissed him roughly. While his beard scraped against Snake’s own flesh, Snake fumbled clumsily with the clasp of his belt, trying to pull his own pants down. Big Boss caught his hand trying to undo the latch, and whispered, “…Well. For someone who didn’t seem so keen on it last time, you’re sure in a hurry now.”
Snake felt the warmth spread faster across his face like a wildfire. “That’s not-”
Big Boss silenced him with another kiss. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He pulled Snake’s pants off roughly, throwing them to the side. Big Boss took one of his gloves in his teeth, tugging it off and licking his fingers. As he pushed them into Snake, the younger soldier cried out in spite of himself. It didn’t get any easier, even if this wasn’t the first time. He tried to wriggle away, but only succeeded in driving the fingers deeper into himself. “Just relax…” Big Boss said softly in his ear, as he drew his hand back slightly. “That’s it…”
Just as Snake thought he’d barely gotten accustomed to the fingers pushing inside him, he heard the sound of Big Boss’ pants falling to the floor.
“I’m not ready yet-” His voice cut off with a low moan as Big Boss forced his full length into Snake. “N…no…I can’t…” he gasped as he was thrust against the cold concrete behind him, again and again. “…Big Boss…stop…”
“Shut up,” came the only reply. And after a moment: “God you’re tight, is this what two weeks away does?”
Snake managed a wan smile. “Didn’t think you were keeping track.”
Big Boss responded by pressing closer to Snake, as the younger solider barely bit back a pained gasp. “Don’t get mouthy with me, recruit.”
Recruit. A step lower than rookie, even. Just when you thought you’d earned your right as a soldier in Big Boss’ eyes, he knew how to knock you back down to the ground. Snake decided that staying silent would be the best course of action. Moments later, Big Boss muttered, “…You’re getting damn heavy.” Sensing what was coming as he turned, taking him off the wall, Snake struggled briefly. “No, the floor is dirty!”
Big Boss replied nonchalantly, “That’s what the jacket is for.”
Snake could only wonder how far Big Boss had planned ahead.
He stifled another moan as Big Boss slammed into him again. “Why don’t you let it out? No one can hear you in here,” Big Boss said with a low chuckle. Snake cried out a little louder with each thrust, clinging helplessly to his shoulders and neck. An odd weakness in his back started to creep up his spine.
“I…think I’m…”
Big Boss grabbed the base of Snake’s penis and smirked, almost meanly. “Who said you could come?”
Snake felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped and clawed desperately at Big Boss’ back, his fingers coming up empty and sliding uselessly off the neatly ironed dress shirt. “Please…!” he whimpered softly. His desperate request fell on deaf ears, as Big Boss refused to relinquish his grip. In an act of desperation, Snake bit him on the wrist, drawing a faint trail of blood, but was rewarded with his head being shoved back onto the concrete floor.
As Snake gazed upwards dazedly, Big Boss took the opportunity to push his way past Snake’s lips with his tongue, covering Snake’s mouth with his.
Asphyxiation while fucking, thought Snake. What a way to go. It was all he could do to keep from passing out as he lay there, with Big Boss grinding into him.
A few thrusts later, Big Boss released his hold on Snake’s member and came inside him, just as Snake released his load all over himself. They lay there for a moment, spent from their session. Big Boss frowned at some of the stains on his coat, and after a moment of deliberation, he pulled Snake closer, holding him.
“I can’t take another round,” Snake said, resignedly. “Not this soon.”
“No. This is a basic component of CQC. Close Quarters-“
“ Combat, but this is-”
The grip around Snake's waist tightened. “-Cuddling.”
Snake groaned at the pun, but to Big Boss, it sounded like more of a purr.
--
Alt!Ending
Snake: What do you want?
BB: Isn’t it obvious?
With a legendary CQC stance, he threw Snake against the wall and knocked him out. Several “rations” dropped out with a gentle beeping sound and hovered, spinning just above the ground. Big Boss picked them up and unwrapped one carefully. He was pleased to discover that his protégé had been carrying chocolate CalorieMate. Who knew CQC could be so useful?