//negai wa kanawanai

[otaku_mk_ii]

Who: Otacon (otaku_mk_ii) and Liquid (ysobritish)
When: September 5th, shortly before sirens
Where: A totally-not-suspicious and definitely-not-inhabited warehouse. Really.
Summary: Life sucks so let's get drunk.
Warnings: Drunk morons and an imminent one-night stand except nao is too chickenshit to write smut

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[ysobritish]

The sound of the arrival did not go unnoticed. Before Otacon could reach the top of the stairs, he probably noticed the shadowed figure leaning against the wall. Liquid had seen the look on Otacon's face and he disliked it. It reminded him of his own feelings. Things had been going to hell in a handbasket lately- and really, who travelled by handbasket? That was just an absurd thought. He shook his head to clear his mind, speaking up

[otaku_mk_ii]

"Hm?"

He looked up, smiling awkwardly at Liquid.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. What can I do for you?"

[ysobritish]

"You're coming with me," he stated firmly. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Otacon's wrist, tugging him up the stairs the rest of the way. As an afterthought, he added a quiet "How are you feeling?"

Liquid gave a slight smile, ushering him upstairs. Hopefully his room would be private enough to keep anyone from bothering them. What could it hurt? And he wasn't taking no for an answer.

[otaku_mk_ii]

"Wh--?!" Stumbling a little, Otacon followed--not that he had much of a choice. "I'm...better, I think, but what are we doing?"

Otacon returned the smile with one a bit more sincere, although he was thoroughly confused.

[otaku_mk_ii]

Otacon slept considerably well that night--better than he had in years--curled up at Liquid's side with his arms around the soldier's waist and head on his chest. God, was this ever comfortable.

The question was, would he think the same thing once he woke up?

[ysobritish]

Liquid should have been grateful for the drink. Thanks to it, he slept far deeper than usual - and, thankfully, dreamlessly. If he hadn't, that would have made everything far worse. Not that he was aware of it. He lay comfortably on the bed with somebody warm in his arms, cuddling into him. In his sleep, he absently assumed it to be Yaha or Ocelot.

After all, who else could it be? It wasn't as if he'd have slept so deeply with Kadaj around.

[otaku_mk_ii]

"...mm..."

Otacon stirred but didn't wake up just yet, snuggling closer--had he been a bit more awake, maybe he'd have wondered just who this was.

But it didn't matter, not right now. Whoever this was, he was warm and quite an excellent pillow.

[ysobritish]

Liquid, on the other hand, remained fast asleep - for now. He was, in all honesty, beyond caring at that point. The rest - and what came before - had done him good. He shifted slightly, holding Otacon a little closer.