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Kazuhira Miller found himself in a difficult situation. Well, more annoying than difficult per se. He had a good position on Mother Base, was gaining trust with Big Boss, respect from his subordinates, and had something new to build toward. Sure his body didn’t work the way it used to. Sure he was essentially hanging by a thread most days. But things were going well here. Mostly. Except for him.
Ocelot. Why Big Boss had decided to work with him was beyond him. He was smug, a born liar, arrogant, selfish, and worst of all, extremely good at his job. They did not get along. Ocelot almost refused to respect him. They fought constantly and the other soldiers on Mother Base found it particularly amusing.
There was one phrase in particular he kept hearing, usually delivered as an aside after he or Ocelot passed by, or when a disagreement got heated and he left the room: cats and dogs. Referencing “to fight like cats and dogs”. The ocelot amongst the diamond dogs. Stupid. Annoyingly fitting.
Now, he was standing overlooking the sea at night with the only man alive who Ocelot seemed to yield to: Big Boss. It seemed the little joke had reached his ears finally. Miller was wondering if he had any ideas on how to resolve it.
“Hes a prideful son of a bitch,” Big Boss lit his cigar and took a puff, “but there’s one good way to get him to listen. Hierarchy. He’s a good soldier. He follows orders. Even from people he doesn’t respect. As long as it serves his purpose.”
“Well that’s the problem, we’re basically the same rank here. He treats me like a shitty coworker. Like we’re teenagers at our first job together.”
“Yeah that sounds like him,” Big Boss laughed to himself as he took another puff, “well, there’s another way. I don’t know if you’ll like it, though.”
“What?”
“Beat him. At CQC. I’d say shooting but,” he trailed off, knocking ash off the end of his smoke, “I don’t think anyone can beat him at that. Just dominate him at something. Worked fine for me.” Big Boss smiled. There was a spark in his eye, like he was remembering something fondly.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The two sat in silence for a while. Big Boss smoking, Miller brainstorming ways he could beat the former GRU agent in his current state. Until he heard the man beside him sigh.
“Alright, Miller. I like you. Despite everything,” he was intently focused on him, as if analyzing his inner character, “I think I have a better solution. Something more fun.”
Miller didn’t like the way Big Boss was smirking. The spark was still there in his eye. He looked like he was about to reveal a secret at someone else’s expense. Almost juvenile.
“Just answer your door for me tomorrow.”
The next day went by in a blur. Miller was so shaken up by Big Boss’ cryptic parting words he barely noticed the time pass. What could he possibly mean? Why did it have to be his room? Was this some kind of makeshift intervention? Like schoolchildren in the principal’s office for getting too rowdy at recess? God, anything but that.
That evening he retired early. He alternated between preparing for the next operation, going over figures and scenarios in his head, and sitting anxiously on the edge of the bed trying to think about anything else in the world but why Big Boss was about to walk through his door.
Around 21:00, there was a knock. He answered. It wasn’t just Big Boss. Standing in front of him, arms crossed, and shifting his weight to the side was Ocelot. He avoided eye contact. Typical.
“Ocelot, this is Miller, as you know.”
Strange. Ocelot wasn’t speaking. He seemed upset. And almost -because he couldn’t comprehend the man ever being this way - kind of embarrassed.
“Hey, Ocelot,” he greeted awkwardly, “why don’t you guys come in. You’re in the hallway.”
Big Boss nodded and the pair shuffled through the door. Miller locked it. Big Boss was still standing behind Ocelot, who was looking slightly pale and uncomfortable.
“Do you wanna sit or?”
Miller gestured to the only chair in the room which belonged to a wooden desk. The only place with enough space for the three of them was sitting on the barrack style mattress, only slightly wider than a twin. Not exactly luxurious.
“Greet him.” Big Boss was staring down the other man.
Did he just? No. Ocelot wouldn’t. He definitely flinched. Grimaced, even.
“Hello, Miller.” His voice was as velvety as ever. No sign of distress betrayed, despite his previous body language.
“Hey.”
Hey? That’s all I got? Granted what the fuck do you say in this situation.
The three stood there, still, no one talked. Finally Big Boss broke the tension.
“Ocelot has something to do here. I’ll stay, only if he wants me to.”
They were both looking at Ocelot now. Miller kind of wanted to throw him out of his room and be done with it, throw them both out, but this seemed out of his hands.
“Boss tells me I should show you more respect, so that’s why I’m here. There,” he hastily glanced over at Big Boss then back to Miller “I respect you, Miller. I won’t argue with you.”
“That’s not everything.” Big Boss moved his hand over Ocelot’s waist, resting on his hip and gripping hard. Ocelot definitely flinched this time.
What’s going on? Miller felt like he shouldn’t have seen that, somehow. Then, out of no where, Ocelot started taking off his red scarf. Miller had to ground himself a bit. Huge red and purple hickies littered his neckline. What the fuck is going on? He wanted to break the social power dynamic holding him here. Just say: hey guys this has been terrible. I hated this. I don’t know what kind of fucked up relationship you two have but please take it outside of my room so I can go to sleep and pretend this never happened. But unfortunately, this was Big Boss. His boss. He was at their mercy for now.
Ocelot continued taking off his clothes. His thin fingers undid the buttons of his dress-shirt methodically. Big Boss had his hand glued to his hip, toying with the belt loop there lazily. Miller was stunned still. He just watched as Ocelot shed more and more clothing. He was in his underwear now. The markings were concentrated around his neck, but similar red and purple patches appeared on his chest, his hips, and inner thighs. They contrasted darkly against the man’s naturally translucent skin. Miller noticed he could see blue veins running along his arms. His body hair was sparse, wispy and ash blonde. There was a slight tan on his face and collarbone. Huh. So this is what he looks like.
It was jarring seeing the proud fellow commander looking so plain. So raw and exposed. Big Boss was still standing behind him.
“What will it be?” He asked, leaning in behind Ocelot’s shoulder and kissing his cheek. He looped his thumbs through his underwear and began sliding it off. Ocelot flinched again.
“Wait, J-“
“Boss.” He corrected. It wasn’t a tone Miller heard often.
“Boss. Please, wait. I’ll do it. I can do it.”
That was new. He had never heard Ocelot plead with anyone before, even Big Boss. He could be wry, sarcastic, a bit insubordinate even, but he never pleaded.
Big Boss was smiling. This seemed to amuse him somehow. Ocelot was completely nude now. He was slightly folding in on himself. Miller looked away.
“Hey, Boss, I think this has gone far enough. I get it,” he gestured aimlessly, “we can sort this out between ourselves, right Ocelot?”
Oh. What? Ocelot was glaring at him. I thought he would be relieved? This is clearly a humiliating situation. What?
“Ocelot, what do you want to do?” Big Boss ran his fingers through the man’s shoulder-length hair.
“I want you to stay. And I want Miller to strip.”
Ocelot was standing up straight now, arms crossed over his chest. He still seemed prideful, despite being the only nude person in the room.
“You heard him, Kaz.”
A drop in formality. Interesting. I’m still not stripping.
“I would prefer to keep my clothes on, if possible, Boss.”
“Too bad. I’m in charge here. And I found a good way you two can get along. The way I get him to behave himself. So strip, Kaz.”
Something in his tone was chilling. It wasn’t the tone of a commander giving orders, or a friend and comrade, it was more cold and spiteful, like a disappointed spouse. Just what kind of relationship do he and Ocelot have?
“Alright, alright. I’ll do it.”
He began taking off his own clothing until he was the same as Ocelot. Both nude. Both tense and trying to look anywhere else. Big Boss motioned toward Miller. Ocelot walked over and grabbed his wrist, then led him to the bed. It all felt very wrong.
“I know you’re straight, but he wants this,” Ocelot whispered in his ear, “if you can’t get hard I’m sure he’ll give up.”
He placed his hand on Miller’s inner thigh and trailed his fingers up to his groin. Oh. Oh fuck. Big Boss was watching them intently. Ocelot continued brushing his fingers up and down his cock, trying to get it to react. Nothing. He kept at it, rubbing around the tip, switching between the task at hand and looking up at him expectantly. Ocelot was also soft. The mood was terrible.
“Boss,” Ocelot whipped his head to the side, “can I have some help?” His demeanor was casual. It was off-putting given the circumstances.
“Giving up so early? Alright. You did well.”
Big Boss joined them in the bed. He was still dressed in his uniform. At least he took the boots off. He pulled Ocelot into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. One hand began stroking him gently and the other tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He kissed him. He was almost loving. Ocelot was breathing heavily, he immediately got hard in Big Boss’ hand and small moans were escaping from his closed mouth. Miller watched in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him.
“If you haven’t already figured it out, this is the third way,” Big Boss laughed to himself, “I fuck him. I told him you were gonna do it tonight, and if he did a good job and made you cum, I would give him a reward.”
Ocelot whined and grinded into Big Boss. He was begging for more attention. He seemed lost in his embrace, like no one else existed, like Miller being there was just a means to an end. A way to make Big Boss happy with him. It was all for that. Everything.
“I’ll get him ready for you.” Big Boss stopped stroking Ocelot, who stuttered at the loss of sensation, and pulled a bottle of basic lubricant out of his pocket. Miller was staring at Ocelot, the sight of him, flushed, panting, desperate, his erection on display, the tip swollen and leaking. He was mesmerizing. This is insane.
Big Boss lifted Ocelot up onto his knees and began stretching him. Ocelot moaned as fingers entered him, carefully stretching his walls. He had his eyes closed. The sounds coming from the lubricant and his voice were the only noise in the room.
“You look ready to go, now.” Big Boss smirked at Miller.
He hadn’t noticed, but he was hard. How? I must be a sick bastard. He stammered an answer.
“I am? Oh, I hadn’t. I mean. He’s so? The noise is uh.”
“I get it. You don’t have to explain.”
Big Boss pushed his fingers deeper in Ocelot, who shuddered at the sensation. He was completely undone. Big Boss continued stretching him wider. They stayed like that awhile until abruptly, he stopped. Big Boss pulled his fingers out and wiped his hand, then pushed Ocelot forward. He landed on his hands and knees, head right near Miller’s growing erection.
“Here. Fuck him.”
Miller swallowed as he looked down at the man before him. Could he do this? Honestly he kind of wanted to now. Something dark inside him was squeezing and turning over in his gut. His groin. He wanted to fuck him. He wanted to dominate him. Make him whine pathetically in his hands like he had with Big Boss. Knock him down a peg.
“Turn around.” Miller tapped Ocelot on the side.
The man complied. He was facing toward Big Boss now, back arched, and head buried in the man’s lap. Miller experimentally moved his hand over Ocelot’s body, starting from his upper back and trailing down to his ass. It was surprisingly smooth and round. He groped it and slid his fingers inside. He could feel Ocelot tense at the intrusion. So different with my touch. Huh.
Miller brought the tip of his dick to the entrance and paused. Do I just go for it? He looked up at Big Boss.
“You need more?” He threw him the bottle of lubricant.
“Yeah.” Miller cautiously spread it over his length and started again.
He pushed into Ocelot, slowly, carefully, it was still tighter than anything he was used to. He eventually bottomed out. Holy shit. Fuck. It was so goddamn tight. He pulled out half way, getting his bearings, and Ocelot squirmed. He seemed to be pushing away, up toward Big Boss, who was stroking his hair. The other man remained unreadable, but a tent was forming in his pants. Ocelot had his face pressed against it.
Miller grabbed Ocelot by the hips and guided him backward. He picked up the pace, getting into a good rhythm. Every so often, he felt Ocelot tighten around him or try to squirm away. Strange. He wasn’t making any noise. He was so loud with Big Boss. The only sound in the room came from their ragged breath, the slap of lubricant on skin, and the quiet creaking of the metal bed frame. It felt claustrophobic.
“You want this?”
Miller looked over as Big Boss broke the silence. He was holding Ocelot’s face between his fingers, moving his head from its resting place on his tented groin.
“If you want it, you have to be honest with Kaz.”
Ocelot twitched inside and whined in frustration.
“I can see how good he’s fucking you. Show some appreciation. Let him hear you.”
Miller pulled back and thrust powerfully into him. Ocelot yelped and gasped at the sudden change in pace. He kept thrusting, holding Ocelot’s waist steady so he couldn’t inch away again. The change was instant. Ocelot moaned at every motion. Big Boss undid his fly and freed his cock. Ocelot eagerly moved his face closer and got to work licking it.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.”
Miller felt Ocelot spasm as he took the man’s cock in his mouth, sucking and bobbing on the length of it in a trance. He was getting most of it down, despite the size. Impressive. Big Boss exhaled and tilted his head back. It must feel pretty damn good.
Keeping up the relentless pace was proving difficult. Ocelot was just so goddamn tight, and now he was clenching his muscles at the idea of Big Boss’ cock. He was starting to get jealous, if you could call it that. And close to finishing. He groaned. Fuck. Endorphins flooded his brain as he mindlessly thrust into Ocelot over and over. He was chasing his release. Fuck. There. And he pulled out suddenly, pumping his cock as he came on Ocelot’s arched back.
Then, clarity.
What the fuck had he done.
“You could’ve cum inside him,” Big Boss said casually as he gently lifted Ocelot’s head off his own swollen cock, “right, котичек?”
Kotichek, was that his real name? Was he supposed to hear that? He didn’t even know Big Boss’ real name.
“No,” Ocelot was shaking slightly, unsteady on his hands as he pushed himself upright, “only you. I only want you.”
His eyes were glassy, pupils blown, like he was hypnotized. Something dark returned to Miller’s gut. Maybe it was jealousy. Or something worse. Big Boss chuckled.
“Only me, huh?”
Ocelot whined and grinded his body against Big Boss, hugging his neck and kissing him along his jawline.
“Alright, you did well. Lay down.”
Lay down? And get cum all over my sheets? Miller looked at a loss of where to move to when Big Boss shot him a glance. It was cold. Serious. Terrifying almost. Leave.
He shifted off the bed and grabbed his discarded underwear and pants from the floor. He could hear Big Boss hum as he entered Ocelot. The familiar wet creaking from before filled the room. Miller settled for the desk chair and watched the pair. It was different than his awkward, somewhat reluctant fucking. It was intense. Almost animalistic. And they were clearly in sync.
Big Boss bent down over Ocelot and kissed him. Huh. He trailed kisses all over the man’s neck to his shoulder, then bit down hard. Ocelot screamed. His legs shook on either side of the man on top of him. He was whimpering. He tried to wrap his arms around, but Big Boss pushed them away, gripping his wrists and planting them firmly on the bed. Ocelot let out a frustrated moan.
Big Boss was wrecking him. It was clear they knew each other’s bodies well. This was practiced, perfected over many years. And when he pulled back, Miller noticed a wetness on Ocelot’s stomach. He came? When? How?
He felt his own body beginning to react. His dick twitched and grew stiffer at every stifled moan and whimper from Ocelot. I really am a sick bastard. He snapped out of it when he heard Big Boss speak again, broken, and between thrusts.
“Good boy. There. Show Kaz everything. And if he ever wants to. You let him fuck you. Like today. But remember. You still. Belong to me.”
Ocelot whined as Big Boss grabbed his dick, stroking him roughly. He shuddered into another orgasm. Big Boss cursed and buried deeper inside him. Miller was stroking himself now, self hating but unquestionably turned-on. Could he really? This was insanity. Did he even want to? Fuck. He was pumping his cock in desperation, mind racing.
Big Boss tensed and jerked his hips faster. He grunted and leaned over Ocelot - now a shaky, whimpering mess - as he came inside him. They stayed like that for a moment. Miller pumped himself aggressively. Sick fuck. Big Boss pulled out and wiped his dick off with part of the sheets. They were definitely ruined. This shocked Miller out of his ecstasy. My bed. Jesus Christ what am I doing.
“Finish him off, be nice.” Big Boss gestured to Miller, who was still sitting with his pants open, cock in hand.
Ocelot locked eyes with him. They were dark and clouded. He seemed reluctant to do anything else.
“котичек, go.”
Ocelot tensed, then slid himself off the bed. His legs wobbled on his way over, cum dripping down his thighs. He dropped to the floor half way to him, and crawled the rest of the way to the chair. Seeing Ocelot like this was electrifying. It was horrible. It churned his stomach and shot excitement through his whole body. He guided Ocelot’s face to his cock and locked eyes with him. Sick fuck. I’m enjoying this.
The man maintained eye contact as he slid his tongue over Miller, gradually inching the length farther down his throat. He wasn’t as big. It felt amazing. Goddamn it. Shit. Oh, God. Miller choked on air. He gripped Ocelot by the hair and pushed him down to the base. His throat clenched and he let out a surprised gag. He was trying to breathe through his nose, but it was currently buried in pubic hair. Miller let go and Ocelot immediately spit him out. His eyes were sharp, almost hateful. It sent a shiver through him.
Ocelot carefully approached him again, gripping the base of his dick this time, and only licking the tip. A barrier. Insurance. He worked his tongue around the sensitive area expertly, rubbing the base in his grip with his thumb, up and down the length. It was maddening. Miller hissed and rutted his hips, chasing release. Fuck. He didn’t last much longer. Ocelot unlatched as soon as he suspected Miller’s orgasm. The cum spilled out over Ocelot’s hand and dribbled to the floor. Great. More cum to clean.
His eyes drifted to the bed where Big Boss was still sitting, completely dressed, like nothing had happened. He had some of Ocelot’s clothing in his hands. He stood up and picked the man up by his arm, pulling him to his feet. Ocelot stared vacantly ahead in his grasp.
“You did well. Get dressed.”
Miller closed his eyes. The post-nut clarity was flooding over him. He felt like he was in something way over his head. He hates me still, right? Was this all a kink? Is any of this real? Should I just forget everything and go to bed? Oh no, my bed. The sheets. Jesus. Everything’s ruined.
“If he makes trouble, you know what to do. He shouldn’t try it again.” Big Boss smirked as he led an unsteady Ocelot back out to the hall.
The door closed. He was alone. He looked at the bed, completely ruined by what just happened. Where the Hell am I gonna sleep?