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The rhythmic pattern of water grazed the body of an exhausted soldier. Coming down in a melodic pelt against the scars woven into his muscular build. The ache in his body alleviated as the sweltering downpour drenched his sore back.
A lather of suds granted a tender oil to massage the calloused and throbbing flesh.
The evening had come hours ago, yet the foreboding heat of a Costa Rican summer lingered. The soldier had yet to return to his base until the sun had buried itself into the infinite sky. There had seldom been an opportunity for the man to shower alone. The corridor of faucets, pipes, and soaked tile was rarely ever vacant.
Big Boss, as popular as he was, enjoyed the blessing of privacy. There was much more personal care a man could take without the locker room banter. He would indulge in the serenity of his solitude.
It wasn’t like the man was opposed to adoration, praise, or even to an extent his fame. It was simply too easy to become overstimulated in a world where all eyes followed you and all voices rang in your ears.
A bask in glory was no pleasure compared to a bask in self indulgence. The soldier shut his remaining eye as he treated himself to the heat. His gaping socket had been lidded prior. The injury was one he still found himself getting used to. Yet at times he found himself oddly fond of it.
A mark of triumph, a gift from an old friend, a devil's kiss. Those times had spiked in their frequency lately. In moments of seclusion like these, his mind would drift to those memories. Occasionally they’d distort themselves into pleasantly corrupt images. Battles with fists and weapons melted into those of tongue and teeth.
Snake couldn’t resist the grin that forced its way onto his lips. His mind allowing those thoughts to corrupt themselves into lustful wishes. His hands faltering against his chest as the slick soap cleansed the dirty flesh, but egged on the dirty state of mind.
His fingers followed the guide of temptation, lowering themselves into the tangle of curled hair just above his cock. Snake’s head reeled back as he delighted in the mere notion of pleasure. One hand remained buried in the fluff of his chest, tugging slightly at the hairs against his upper body.
The hand that had traveled to his navel continued its descent. Almost overwhelmed from the idea of self salvation a familiar voice shattered his trance.
“You’re up late, big guy.”
Snake had been caught in situations with far higher stakes. It was a factor of the life he led. Though he truly believed in that moment he’d been less startled when an entire unit of soldiers ambushed him at gunpoint.
Snake’s hands shot to his side, like a young cadet being barked at by a drill Sergeant to stand to attention. He wasn’t just a deer in headlights, no fawn or buck had ever felt a tinge of humiliation. Lucky to lack social awareness and shame.
He could feel his heart pound in his skull as his throat went dry. Even coaxed in water his mouth was dry as a vast desert.
“Woah, didn’t mean to startle you.” It seemed the other soldier hadn’t caught on to the vulgar display of needful thoughts. To ease his nerves more he knew his uninvited company well.
“Kaz… you… what are you doing here?” Snake took a well earned sigh of relief. The last man on earth who could judge him for his libido was here. What a pleasantly unpleasant surprise.
“Taking a shower. I like to be alone.”
It was ironic, in a bittersweet fashion. Snake almost felt offended by the cruel coincidence. But for Kaz, that anger could slide.
“Besides, I’ve been meaning to thank you.” Snake’s unwelcome guest continued.
“You really opened my eyes when you kicked my ass, you know.” The co-commander took a smooth stride. The gap between the two men became something of the past. Their eyes locking as a brutal silence filled the air.
The ricochet of water against tile was all that spoke. How ironic it was that Kazuhira made Big Boss feel so incredibly small. The man could’ve been ten feet taller and the impact would be all the same. The lack of space made Snake so painfully aware of their circumstances.
For any other man he’d give the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t impossible for a man to forget his body was bare and get a bit too personal with a companion. Especially in an environment such as this.
Kaz was not just some man. He was a sensual, calculated, well-spoken man. If Kaz made a move it was intentional, possibly premeditated.
Snake’s embarrassment only made him more bashful, in a painful inception. The soaked soldier averted his gaze, letting his eye rest on the drain beneath him. His hands balling into tight fists to still his nerves.
“You said it yourself right? You or my women.” Kaz’ voice was deep, coaxed in some emotion which was alien to Snake. All he could compare it to was hunger. He hadn’t a moment to try and comprehend it either.
Snake nearly flinched as the cool tile of the shower wall met his soaked back. Kaz propped an arm just above his companions head. With no physical restraint, Snake found himself pinned.
“I fail to see the relevance of this conversation. Can it wait?”
Snake had never found himself displeased with his anatomy. Yet now he was more self conscious than ever. Kaz was a beautiful man, toned like a model from a swimsuit magazine with a smile to match. Nude, he was nothing short of intimidating.
Snake fully understood the way men and women tossed themselves at his feet.
Snake never found himself mentally fondling anybody. The pleasure of sexuality was something reserved for his perverse thoughts in the middle of a warm summer’s evening. Yet his eye wondered as his breath hitched and ticked. Kaz was no stronger than him, the two men fought often when they trained. Snake believed the two to be evenly matched.
Yet when it came to looks Snake was lucky to be second best. Especially when he was now so aware of all of the other man’s features. The man’s cock rested about mid thigh, decorated by a tuft of hair that trailed to his navel. Natural blond, go figure.
Snake was no puritan, the real thing was just better than even the vividness of imagination. Though he never often mused about seeing the other man in the ruff, or at all for that matter. Until now Kaz was a good companion, an ally in a world with little trust left in it.
Kaz loomed over him and for a moment, Snake feared the man might bite. Without his omnipresent, signature set of shades, Kaz had piercing eyes. As blue as a summer sky, but as frightening as a winter storm.
“I thought about it, you know? Long and hard.” Kaz let his free hand cup one side of Snake’s stubbled face. Instinctively, the mercenary responded by coiling a hand around the muscular arm that had latched onto his body. His palm resting upon the wrist of his ally.
“You.” The final word of Kaz’ pseudo speech stung. Though, it didn’t hurt. Snake was intrigued. Had the man practiced the delivery in the mirror? And if he had, was it practiced nude?
Words failed him, nothing could escape his agape mouth. Snake simply stared, faltering. The unpleasant silence made its return for an encore. The two men simply gazing into each other’s eyes as if in a contest.
Snake was fully convinced Kaz was attempting to add onto his puzzlement. Especially as the man wrapped his arms under the back of both his knees.
The baffled man tried to muster a way to tell Kaz he was in no mood to fight. Kaz had lifted him up, just enough for the two to be eye level and Big Boss almost wanted to wail. The last thing he wanted was for his co-commander to show off by dropping him on his ass and punching him around. A miserable end to a dreadful day.
Once again, Snake was confused as his legs were guided around the other man’s waist. At a loss for words, he simply tilted his head to pose his question.
“Wrap them around, big guy. I’m not trying to hurt you.” Kaz instructed, his voice soothing Snake’s nerves. After a moment of pondering, Snake was obedient. His legs constricting around the firm body in front of him. His arms followed suit, loosely clinging to the nape of Kaz’s neck.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. Whenever you want me to stop, we will. No hard feelings.”
There was no more shame the moment Snake’s lips met those of his former rival. Nothing about them was soft, they were almost jagged with their fair share of scars but that was perfect. There was nothing sexier than a man who was content in his rough edges.
The intertwining of their mouths wasn’t proper for long. Kaz had taken the liberty of pressing Snake’s cheeks to part his lips. The slick, filthy intimacy made Snake ecstatic that for the evening he was no longer alone.
Their lips would part briefly for a quick word of praise or even a curse from Kaz. Each moment of separation was made up for with another delicious entanglement of lips. When the two men mutually stopped, a thin trail of spittle kept their lips woven together.
“We’re wasting water, Kaz.” Snake panted out, allowing himself a sweet chuckle. Snake was no comedian. Seeing as his joke didn’t land. Feeling a sharp twinge of pain as his ass met the tile below. He was certain he’d find himself bruised by morning.
Before he could apologize for his terrible humor, Snake found himself back on his feet. Once more before a word could escape his lips he found his chest and face pressed against the wall tile. Snake simply welcomed the coolness of the marble against his skin, letting his cheek melt into the soothing temperature.
“You don’t need to be so rough, Kaz. Still mad I kicked your ass, huh?” Snake chuckled to himself once more. Though his laughter was soon replaced with a sharp wail. Two fingers had made their way inside of his body, penetrating him with impressive force.
The sting soon diluted into a heavenly delight. Kaz was silent, save for the carnal pants and grunts that escaped his kiss-swollen lips.
Snake had never indulged in any sensation of this sort, not with another person, not with himself. The concept was taboo to him. Though it was far from unpleasant, especially in the way it made his cock leak onto his thighs.
Kaz rested his head upon Snake’s shoulder. Treating the other man to the pure delight of those unsavory grunts up close, right against his ear. The hair on Snake’s neck stood on end.
The sensation was beyond that of fantasy. Snake could never conjure up the way his cock twitched and throbbed with relentless fingers inside of him.
He was so damn close that not even shame could save him from the gut wrenching wail he let out when the feeling was gone. Snake’s body yearned to be filled again, despite his humiliation a pout painted his bashful face.
“Relax. This is gonna hurt like hell if you tense up on me.”
The mercenary was well informed that Kaz knew much more about intimacy than him. So for once, he took orders.
The initial spark of agony that plagued his body didn’t last long. Soon Snake found himself in a state of bliss. His nails etching into the tile as he gripped against it for support.
Rough thrusts met his bruised ass, the other man treating him to a quick pace. Snake’s second in command made sure to fit all he could inside. If Kaz wanted to set the record straight as to who was in charge, it was a hell of a way to do it.
Snake truly did believe for a moment he could feel the man’s hard cock bulging in his stomach. The imagery of that only made him cry out, pure pleasure destroying any thought in his mind that wasn’t purely sexual.
His thoughts diverted to his prior fantasy, playing out the film of crude, brutal, rough sex with his rival. Snake couldn’t control himself, thrusting his own hips back to meet his partner’s in tune pumps.
He was near delirium as his body wracked with pleasure. A sweet cry escaping him as he came.
Kaz followed soon after, continuing to thrust until he was spent.
The final few strokes earned another soft whine out of Snake.
“Oh Adamska.” The soldier whimpered, his eyes shut tight as his back arched into the sensation.
“What?” The question shook Snake from his daydream.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about someone before you caught me off guard.”
Snake nearly moaned again at the slick pop that came with Kaz’ departure. With his hands pressed against the wall to support his shaking legs, Snake couldn’t muster another apology.
“Fine. Just make sure I never meet your little friend.”