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In the Name of Peace	By : ktatters Category: +M through R > Metal Gear Views: 2459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Gear, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hal's hands were fumbling in the darkness. He felt cold and hot and dizzy. He wasn't himself in the darkness, and Dave wasn't Dave any more. Not here and now. "Help me... I can't take this off."
"Aw, Hal." He sat heavily on the bed beside him. His fingers were also clumsy as they reached for the zipper on his shirt, pulling it down. "You gotta drink more regularly. Or don't drink at all."
"Hm. Yeah, mebbe..." His hand went to the other man's face. "You need a shave."
The other man's hands went to his face with a loud slap, then moved around. "Not sure my hands are steady enough for that."
"S'okay. Kinda like it." Here in the darkness, it wasn't the same as in the light. Everything was different. He moved in the darkness, hitting his friend's nose with his teeth.
"Hal?"
"No... don't call me that..."
The hands helped him get the shirt off. "What should I be calling you?"
It wasn't the same when it was light. When the lights were on and reality was only an open eye away, the darkness didn't help him, couldn't stop him from seeing what was there. But here in the dark, things weren't black and white. They were all smooth. "I'm... Arthur..."
The other man's hands pulled away again, and Arthur's moved toward them, fuzzy and indistinct like an antique black and white movie. "Are you ever drunk..." There was an unfocused smile behind the bleary words.
"And you're... the Boss..." In the dark, and in the haze, it made sense. It was all right. Being these people, not being those other people... the originals, not controlled, not held back...
"Hal," said Boss, poking Hal in the chest. "And Dave," said Dave, pointing Hal's hand at him in the darkness. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Hal shook his head. "We can be... I can be..." Arthur moved closer, putting the other man's face in his hands, moving to kiss him. He was soft, and tasted as sweet and bitter as the whiskey they'd been drinking.
"I don't want Arthur," he said quietly.
"Hal, Arthur, there's no difference."
"Big difference between Boss and Dave." Arthur's hand moved down over the cloth on Boss' chest.
"Not in the dark." Arthur's hands moved with steadiness Hal's wouldn't have possessed, as Dave sat quietly. Finally, his hands took a role as well, pulling the shirt slowly from Arthur.
"This is... what you want?"
"Be... be the Boss... be my Boss..." Arthur's hands kept moving down.
Dave's hands went to Arthur's bottoms and pulled them down slowly and clumsily. "I told you, I don't want Arthur, Hal."
Hal's mind became more misty as Dave touched him, but the darkness was even more intoxicating, and Hal didn't belong in the dark. He pulled the zipper down on Dave's pants, then put his hands into the underwear to gently touch Dave before taking his hands away. "Hal's not here, Dave. But if you don't want Arthur, I understand." He put his hands on Dave's, which were still fondling him.
Dave's hands turned to catch his. "All right, we can play. What do you want, Arthur?"
What did he want? He wanted... to blow up the world, or maybe to save it. He wanted to see himself in the throes of passion, writhing under the touch of a person who cared for him. He wanted to feel the power that came from killing a man with your bare hands, the power of a man who could restrain himself and keep control over himself at all times. He wanted... "You."
Dave's hands pulled the pants and the boxers off of him, cool fingers guiding the restrictive items away. Arthur's fingers moved to his Boss' lower clothing and pulled, feeling instead of seeing as the polyester and cotton blend slowly slid in the shadowy darkness.
"Hal..."
Hal turned adoring eyes up toward the outline of the Boss' face. Dave cupped Arthur's face in his hands. "Boss?" The other face dipped down to pull a kiss out of Hal.
"Tell me you love me," he said, a burnt demand, fueled by whiskey and lit by the desire they both felt.
"I... Arthur loves the Boss, so I..."
"Tell me Hal loves Dave, or Otacon loves Snake. Don't tell me about Arthur," he whispered into Hal's ear.
His hands stroked Hal's hair, dragging down farther each time. To his neck, then the middle of his back, then the small of his back... "I love you," said Arthur breathlessly.
"I love you, too," said Dave roughly, pulling Arthur to him, embracing him, kissing him passionately. "You don't know how long..."
Hal's eyes closed and his head fell gently onto Boss' shoulder. Arthur felt himself falling backwards onto the bed, pillow under his neck.
His arms went under Dave's shirt, tracing the scars one by one. The Boss had gone still, holding himself steady above him while he explored. "So many," whispered Hal. "Feels like so many more than I've seen..." He felt like the moon in the dark, marked by gunshots like meteors, knife wounds like angry ridges... "All the darkness of the universe set against you..."
Dave hovered above him with one hand holding himself up while the other traced the expanse of blemishless skin on Hal's chest. Arthur's would have been marked... Hal didn't belong in the dark.
Arthur's hands pulled Dave's away. "Let's not wait," he said, guiding the hands towards his lower self.
The Boss kissed his lips as he touched, electricity running through each finger. Arthur's fingers moved too, strengthening with each motion. Dave was hardening at his touch, and the thought excited Hal's alcohol ridden mind. He felt powerful himself by having this control over the man above him. With a single word, he knew he could stop everything. With a single word, he could defang the infamous Snake...
Right now, that power was more important than anything he could give him. And so Arthur, Hal, whoever he was right now, he took it.
"Stop," he whispered. Hal's hands fell away from Dave while Dave stared at him, his eyes widened in surprise, his breathing quick and harsh.
"Stop?" The boss asked quietly.
"We're drunk. I'll regret it."
Dave's breathing caught and he pulled himself away slowly. "God... Hal... How can you..."
"Told you already..." He sat up and pushed the Boss away. Dave was so off balanced that he allowed it. "That I'm Arthur right now."
Dave stared at Hal in disbelief for a few moments, then stood and took his clothes, padding back to his own room. The dark was where he belonged.
Hal and Dave could keep the daylight.
This fuzzy black was Arthur's.
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