MERRY FREAKIN' CHRISTMAS
Have a spur-of-the-moment fic that just proves I can't control myself. I blame Che and Eirik because I like to blame them for everything. XD (Well, it was all spawned by a single pic.) Hope you are happy!
Title: No Mistletoe Needed
Pairing: Big Boss/Kaz
Rating: Slightly NSFW
Word Count: ~800 words of BB and Kaz being plonkers
Summary: "This is the best Christmas EVER!"
Warnings: Partying with the abuse of alcohol and some luminescent mushrooms.
Disclaimer: MGS belongs to Hideo Kojima & Konami.
No Mistletoe Needed
It was the MSF Christmas party - although for all intents and purposes it was in name only, as it showed little difference from any of the other parties they'd had throughout the year. Yes, there were more lights, more Santa hats and more tasteless décor, but as far as entertainment went it was along the standard lines. In terms of the alcohol consumed, well, festive occasions called for festive drinks.
Kaz was still in his room, though, almost done sorting out his innocuous letters from his Cipher correspondence - taking the chance to do this undisturbed was, after all, why he'd decided to pose as diligent tonight - when the door swung open. There was a whiff of alcohol and a blast of music from somewhere else in Mother Base, but soon just the scent remained as Big Boss staggered inside, not bothering with the door much beyond kicking it shut.
“There you are!”
Kaz swept the papers he was in the middle of arranging away, trying to hide his rising panic. “Boss! I told you I'd join in later--”
“C'mon Kaz,” Snake had approached him in the meantime, “you need a break too...” Before Kaz knew it, Snake's arms had encircled his waist.
Contemplating another protest but only halfheartedly, Kaz found himself happy enough with Snake kissing him, trapped as he was for now against the desk. He didn't even pretend to identify the mixture of various kinds of liquor he could taste in Big Boss's mouth.
“Jeez, Boss, it's not even midnight,” he tried to scold, but the words rang hollow in his own ears. “Manipulative bastard,” he sighed instead and leaned in again, the blissful look on Snake's face too infuriating to look at for long.
Their hips were rocking together now - when did that happen? - and Kaz really had to wonder how easy all this made him when it came to Snake. He could count the minutes it had taken for him to go from slightly annoyed at the disruption to reciprocating, but the really humiliating part was how much he was enjoying it. When Snake broke the second kiss, Kaz caught himself near-snarling in response before crushing their mouths together again, hands restless on Snake's sides and back.
With a commander like this, who needs booze, was all Kaz's mind could provide when Snake briefly let go of him to wrestle with his clothes. Amusing as the sight of a drunken man trying and failing to undo his own belt was, Kaz was too aroused at this point to appreciate the hilarity. Swatting Big Boss's hands away, he disposed of everything that needed to get lost. He'd barely finished undressing himself when he realized Snake had leaned over the messy desk, watching Kaz over his shoulder impatiently.
Kaz did his best to suppress the start at the inevitable thought that Snake might notice the incriminating scraps he had just barely managed to stow out of sight - but it seemed the alcohol was all the precaution needed on that score. Embracing Snake from behind once he'd come closer, he couldn't help but smile. Then Big Boss spoke again, and Kaz could barely believe how needy he sounded.
“Get on with it, Kaz.”
“Yessir,” he replied tongue-in-cheek, reaching into the top drawer. Nobody kept supplies quite as handy as Kazuhira Miller.
* * *
Later that evening - or was it early morning already? - Kaz had learned not to question it when unexpected fun came his way. He lounged on top of his favourite table in Mess Hall, detachedly watching Snake laughing with a bunch of recruits at the other end of the room, his tiger stripe fatigues complemented rather badly by the Santa cap on his head. Not that Kaz's attire was much better; he was sure that he'd dressed again after the escapade back in his bedroom, but he had somehow managed to lose the shirt he usually wore under his jacket regardless. Might have been the fact that he'd drunk enough to compete with Big Boss since then, as well as engaged in an impromptu groping session outside after they'd come up with the idea to go “watch the stars”.
He wasn't sure and didn't care much, either. Clothes were a small enough sacrifice.
His musings were interrupted by an inimitable voice, “Monsieur Miller! Here, take this French wine you like so much.”
Kaz jumped off the table to accept the bottle from Cécile, during which exchange he suspected he was grinning like an idiot - but then again, he was hardly the only one who gave off such an image here. There was also not a bit of conscious exaggeration when he expressed his gratitude: “This is the best Christmas ever.”
Seemingly popping up out of nowhere, Snake mirrored Kaz's look. “And you haven't even tried the mushrooms!”
The End