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The quiet creaking of a door shook Ocelot out of his trance. His hand paused at the upper curve of the ‘L’ on his signature, not even aware of what record he was signing. Putting his pen down, consciousness returned to him as he felt the ache in his back and neck. The Russian sighed and slowly blinked his eyes awake, sitting up straight to fix his awful hunching posture. The light bleeding in from the open door was a painful reminder that he had been up all night, the exhaustion only crashing down harder on him. He glanced briefly at the closed door of his connected bedroom, wishing so badly that he could just crash into his bed.
A dark silhouette peered in at him from the entry of his private quarters, footsteps silent as the figure entered the dimly lit room. Ocelot rested his forehead in his gloved hand, watching as the door was shut with a subtle ‘click’. His nose twitched slightly at the mouthwatering scent of a freshly cooked meal, his stomach grumbling as the aroma wafted through his depressing office. His visitor let out a low chuckle, “You’ve seen better days, Ocelot.”
He exhaled an annoyed huff, not feeling like dealing with the older man’s teasing, and picked up his pen again, getting back to the unfinished sign. He croaked out weakly, “Look who decided to show up back to base. Did you get bored of shooting up military bases?” Grabbing another record from the pile, Ocelot tried reading through it, but his eyes couldn’t help but twitch up at the man approaching him. He swallowed down the lump of saliva in his throat formed from the sight of the appetising plate of rice and curry placed in front of him.
Big Boss sighed and crossed his arms in disapproval, “You should eat.”
Irritated, Ocelot only moved his wrist faster, the grip on his pen harsh and threatening to tear through the important document, “I’m almost done…”
“There’s a whole pile here on your desk, you’re going to be working for hours if you don’t take a break now.”
He grit his teeth, “How about you go annoy Miller instead?” He stretched out his arm to grab for another report from the pile, “Or maybe actually show your face to the other soldiers?” He pinched at the corner of the paper, “The morale on Mother Base is fucked thanks to you.” His arm suddenly felt so weak, his grip loosening as he pulled the next report. The daunting tower of papers teetered and Ocelot could see it before it happened- it all came crashing down like a house of cards. Dread filled him as he heard the loud thump and splatter of the documents hitting the floor, some loose pieces floating down comically and scattering across the room.
With a defeated groan, Ocelot rested his head in his hands, eyes sunken and tired from the stressful week. Lifting his head again, he realised that his boss was no longer in front of him. He frowned in disappointment, moving to get up so he could clean up the new mess. Before he could get his ass off the uncomfortable wooden chair, suddenly a pair of rough hands grabbed at his shoulders, pushing him back down to his seat. Ocelot jumped at the touch, apparently so out of it that he didn’t realise the other man coming up behind him.
“Don’t be stubborn, Adamska,” Big Boss softly whispered in his ear, the low voice soothing, “Just relax.” Those calloused hands squeezed lightly on the muscle of his shoulders, thumbs digging into his back in just the right spot to make Ocelot melt. He knew he should’ve still been upset at Big Boss, but he really could never be mad at him for too long, especially when he said his name like that. It was a big weakness of his.
Snake carefully unwrapped Ocelot’s scarf, setting it aside on the table before returning to knead at the knots in his neck. Ocelot sighed, eyes growing heavy as his body quickly relaxed, leaning into the pleasant feeling of Snake’s hands on his skin. The man guided his head, pressing it down to properly stretch out the top of his spinal cord, the burn pleasing as Snake rotated his head slowly and firmly. He lightly placed a palm on Ocelot’s throat, tipping his head back, earning a moan from the younger man.
Ocelot blinked his eyes open, looking up at Snake and that stupid lopsided grin he had plastered on his face, “See, was that so bad?” Ocelot scoffed, lurching forward to get himself out of Snake’s grip. He couldn’t help but get a little flustered from the earlier angle. Silently, those hands that were once on him were now dragging the still-hot plate of food in front of Ocelot. His fingers twitched, hunger driving him insane and finally leading him to give up and grab a spoonful of the curry-drenched rice. The moment it hit his tastebuds, he was practically seeing heaven, the stress slowly draining out of his body as his mind lulled.
As he scarfed down the meal, Snake continued massaging his back, “That good, huh?” Ocelot merely grunted in response, still not eager enough to engage in conversation with the other man. Snake moved his platinum blonde locks out of the Russian’s face so he could eat easier, placing them behind his ear with care. The older man let out a husk sigh as he soothed at Ocelot’s frame, understanding why he was so upset at him, “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, Adam.”
Adam would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this. Being pampered by the man he adored so much. His body was lit alight from every soft touch, his heart fluttering from every word leaving those lips, and his face flushing a little from every atypically caring gesture. Swallowing down the final spoonful, he exhaled softly, “Don’t apologise to me. Go and deal with the infighting instead. I’ve sent over 25 men to the brig because they can’t stop taking out their anger on each other.” He shrugged John’s hands off his shoulders and stretched his body like a cat that just woke up from a nap, humming in pleasure at the small cracks popping throughout his body like fireworks.
Adam turned around in his chair, looking up at the other man, “The men miss you John. You shouldn’t be gone for too long.”
John’s eye softened, cupping Adam’s chin in his hand as he thumbed at the corner of his lips, “Did you miss me too, Adam?” The Russian spy’s throat bobbed as he audibly gulped, completely taken aback by the question and the gesture accompanying it. He knew the answer to what John had asked him, but he couldn’t say it. His mouth simply opened slightly and closed like a fish, no words coming to him.
John retracted his hand, licking at a spot of curry on his thumb, his lone blue pupil staring intently at Adam, awaiting his response. Something about the way his pink tongue darted out to clean his tongue… It set something off in the younger man, his brain short circuiting as he mouthed out a soft, “Yes.”
He didn’t even have the time to regret what he just let slip out, John grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the chair and into his chest. He clutched him close against his scorchingly hot body as he pressed his soft lips against Adam’s, who could only let out a whimper in response. John’s hand snaked around his waist, pulling him in closer and away from the depressing mess that was his office desk.
Adam clung to John’s bicep like it was a lifeline, breaking the tender kiss to moan against him, John taking the chance to place open mouth kisses to his jaw and neck, groaning into his flush skin while leading his trembling body to the door to the bedroom. Still a tangle of limbs, the men eventually found their way past the door, John closing it behind them and latching himself back onto Adam, pressing his tongue between his lips. It was all happening way too fast, the exhausted spy struggling to keep up as he clutched the back of John’s head and parted his mouth. Their tongues were hot against each other as they deepened the kiss, Adam’s slow and lazy while John’s did most of the work.
Just as the back of Adam’s legs hit the bed, John softly shoved him onto it, stripping off his own top swiftly by pulling the garment up and over his head. Adam panted hard, backing up to the headboard as he tried to form a single coherent thought that wasn’t just ‘John. John. John.’ He whined when the man climbed on top of him and kissed him hard, those big hands moving to undo the buttons on his brown shirt. Adam tangled his fingers in his boss’ hair, gasping as his shirt was practically torn off of him. His eyes flickered shut, a trail of kisses running down his body as he only tightened his grip on the dark locks.
His breath hitched when he heard the sharp sound of his zipper going down, his body shuddered at the pecks being peppered all over his chest and abs, and his hips twitched as those strong hands came down to grip them harshly. And finally… finally… Adam let himself go fully, moaning loud and eager when John took him in his mouth. He whined so pathetically as the other man bobbed his head, thoughts moving through a thick layer of honey as he whispered out soft “John~”s. Reaching the apex of his pleasure, he arched his back beautifully as it was all coaxed out of him, body lighting up like a Christmas tree as the other man rubbed circles on his skin to encourage his release.
As soon as he saw those starry fireworks burst in his eyes, they were gone, exhaustion finally overtaking him. The body that sidled up next to him and embraced his weak figure was like a fireplace, warm and soothing as he finally accepted the welcoming lull of sleep.
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Ocelot never felt better in his life. He glanced at his clock. 3:00. With how refreshed he felt, he quickly understood that it was 3 in the afternoon. The man, naked except for the plush blanket wrapped around him, looked around his room. The space next to him on his bed was empty and fresh clothes were placed on his dresser.
He looked into the mirror as he got dressed, his face practically glowing from the night he had, his neck holding even more proof of it as it was decorated with hickeys. He grumbled a little at the sight of it, wrapping his scarf around his neck to hide the evidence, trying hard to shake the memories out of his head. He still had work to do after all.
Opening the door to his office, Ocelot paused at the sight of Big Boss sitting at his table, the pile of papers a lot smaller than it was yesterday. He had a lit cigar placed between those soft lips of his, hand flying across the paper with ease as he signed off on it. When he looked up at Ocelot, he let out an acknowledging grunt, “You’re awake.”
Ocelot responded with a firm nod, not confidently able to meet him in the eyes, “I can handle the rest, Boss. I’m sure you have other things around the base to deal with…”
Snake smiled as he got up, the chair scraping the floor, “I’ll check up on you later, okay?”
Ocelot ignored the soft flutter in his chest and gave his boss an unimpressed blank stare, “You don’t have to do that Boss.”
John placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder as he passed by him, a playful glint in his blue eye, “I like keeping the morale of my men high.”
Adam bit the inside of his cheek, hair standing on end from the burst of excitement coursing through him. He couldn’t help but be annoyed by his teenager-like response to the man’s advances. Even if he’s been wanting this ever since- well- since he was early in his adult years, it still irked him nonetheless. He let out an exasperated breath once John left his office, moving to sit down at his desk.
Adam picked up the signed document, staring a little too long at the hastily scrawled ‘BigBoss’ on it. Setting it aside, he got back to the little work that he had left, not willing to admit that he was eager to finish it all before John returned.