Brothers in Arms | By : ktatters Category: +M through R > Metal Gear Views: 3912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I love you intermittently
The warrior's gift is to willingly storm Hell that Heaven may remain unstained. - R. V. A. Marcell
With the morning rain dissipating, the early afternoon was shaping up to be one of the hotter, more humid days of the year. June weather 200 kilometers from Galzburg wasn't always the kind to make your hair stick to you head and your shirt to your back, but sometimes, it was very nice to have air conditioning.
Papers on the desk were stacked as high as they could be, in multiple piles to avoid tipping over. They were each organized into stacks by a secretary who knew the value of keeping her mouth shut when she had an opinion, and she most certainly had many of them, given the way she painstakingly reorganized the desk each day.
Big Boss wished that Monica would just fill all the stupid little papers out for him.
But that wasn't the way things worked. Status reports and updates, new proposals, requests for purchase-- not that he was accepting any more of that last kind until at least September-- they all had to be filled out and analyzed and directed to the appropriate places.
As in every office, there was a shorter stack. Big Boss pulled down a report from the stack of things that had gone wrong in the past week.
"From Bludstun again? Troublemaker," muttered Big Boss. "What do we have here?" He leaned back into his seat and glared at the folder bound papers. "A whole report on wasted supplies?" Sometimes, Big Boss was convinced that he gave far too much freedom to his underlings. "When I said to report anything suspicious, I didn't mean I needed a report on bleach and toilet bowl cleaner... Bah. If the security department is using too many batteries, take it up with them!"
The door opened as he threw the report down onto his desk, disturbing the air momentarily and causing the stacks to tumble down into a mess of mixed up paper and folders.
"How can you be so organized in battle and so disorganized in your own office?"
"Ocelot," said Big Boss, a smile touching his lips. "Have you found our problem so soon?"
Ocelot sat down across from him, twirling his gun. "Not yet." He dropped the gun into its holster and put his elbows on some strategy files from Foxhound, then leaned his head into his hands. "Where's Arthur?" he asked casually.
"In the labs," said Big Boss. "They're running a test of the system today, and--"
Big Boss's words died on his lips as he found himself trapped between one of Ocelot's hands and his mouth. The other hand melted down his muscular chest, then pulled away and punched him once in the gut, hard.
Big Boss pushed him away. "What was that for?"
"Stress relief," purred Ocelot, pushing Big Boss' arms away and finding his way onto Big Boss' lap, his legs straddling the other man. "I missed you."
"Oh." Big Boss sighed softly and put one arm around the other man, running his fingers through the soft hair. Ocelot's mouth began to tease Big Boss' ear. "We can't do this," he murmured as his eyes closed.
"So stop me," Ocelot said quietly, nuzzling Big Boss' cheek, stubbled chin against beard.
Boss kissed the other man's Adam's apple instead, his eye still closed. Ocelot's fingers traced up his face to the patch, as they always seemed to do. The man was fascinated with it. He lifted his head and pulled the patch off with his teeth. He dropped it and kissed the half-healed reddened wreckage almost reverently. So unlike Arthur, who skirted the scars as though his kisses would reopen them. Big Boss traced down one of Ocelot's pectorals to a round hard nub where a bullet hadn't been properly extracted.
They all had their battle wounds.
He started undoing the buttons on Ocelot's starched shirt. The younger man's hands went to his pants and undid the zipper as he pulled back slightly. "Not as young as you used to be," teased Ocelot quietly as he twisted down to put the limp member in his mouth.
"Had a late night with Arthur," said Big Boss, leaning back. Ocelot bit slightly. Big Boss' hand reached out and quickly squeezed a very sensitive part of Ocelot's anatomy. "You know how things are," he said warningly.
Ocelot took his teeth out of the mix and brought his hands up to scratch at Big Boss' shoulders while he sucked. Big Boss closed his eyes and leaned back again before pulling Ocelot's wrists up. The other man found himself suddenly face-to-face with Big Boss, who stared into Ocelot's eyes before gently taking the lips in his own.
"All this time," he mused, "and you're still wild."
"Only dogs are domesticated," said Ocelot with a lazy grin. He freed his hands with a quick twist and stood up, pulling Big Boss up by his shirt and pushing him to the desk. It sent papers flying everywhere, but Ocelot didn't seem to care.
"You know, I--" The phone rang. Big Boss looked at it unhappily.
"Let it ring," said Ocelot.
Big Boss shook his head, pushed Ocelot gently away and picked it up. "Dr. Emmerich is on the other line, sir."
"Put him through, Monica," he said with a frown. Arthur calling him, instead of walking a few hallways down, almost always meant a problem. Even in the labs, the other man tended to leave if he had the opportunity. The little click sounded that put Arthur through. "What's wrong?"
"Is Ocelot with you?" he asked, and then without waiting for Big Boss' guilty excuse, said, "you're going to want him over here at the test labs. You should probably come too. I have to go, see you soon, I hope."
"Arthur, what's going--"
"No, don't do that--"
He hung up abruptly, leaving Big Boss with a rather confused look on his face. "Duty calls," said Big Boss wryly Ras he raised his zipper and picked his eyepatch up off of the floor. Ocelot took a moment to rebutton his shirt.
He opened the metal door with a sharp tug. "Monica, track down Monkey. Tell him to get to the labs," he said. The man might not be doing his job well, but he was still the head of security on the base. If the situation needed Ocelot, the odds were ten to one that Edik should be there.
The blonde nodded, her hands already dialing, a professional to the core. Big Boss only hired professionals, after all.
He nodded to Ocelot and jogged out to the small parking lot, then got into a truck. He waited a moment for Ocelot to jump in and floored it to get to the labs. They'd cleared paths through the forested terrain years ago, but for security reasons they weren't straight lines. Big Boss could see a thin line of smoke rising over the treetops each time the vehicle got to one of the branched clearings and plastic signs that pointed to different areas.
He stopped the truck with a squeal of tires and jumped out several meters away from the main laboratory buildings before walking briskly to them, his eye half-focused on the smoke escaping through the vents. He opened the door and nearly choked on the thick billows, his mouth turning down in worry before hurrying back to the truck and pulling out a gas mask. Ocelot pulled out the second.
Ocelot put his mask on, and the two of them went in. Big Boss led the way through the labs, but they both looked into each door as the walked in a stalking fashion under the smoke.
"Get the vents open the rest of the way!" shouted Arthur somewhere ahead of them. "Open the ones in the roof!"
Ocelot and Big Boss went toward the voice, quickly but cautiously. When they got to the main area, Big Boss growled. If this wasn't sabotage, he didn't know what was. An oil delivery truck was in flames, the black liquid burning all over the ground. Soldiers were fighting the fires. The smoke was starting to clear, now that the overhead vents and fans had finally been turned on. Arthur, crouching under the thickest part of the black smoke, raised a hand at them and ran over, yellow hard hat held tightly to his head with the other hand. Big Boss took his gas mask off as he realized Arthur wasn't wearing one.
"What is that?" asked Ocelot in a small voice, looking at the metal construction in the middle of the flames.
"Metal Gear..." said Big Boss.
"It's big..."
"Has to be big," said Arthur. "It's got to carry ICBMs, some field defenses and me--"
"Arthur, we've discussed this," said Big Boss warningly.
"Or some other supposedly-qualified military pilot with real live experience under his belt," said Arthur with an annoyed wave of his hand. He reached up through the smoke and threw a hard hat at each of the other two men. "At any rate, ICBM launchers still aren't exactly small. Keep under the smoke, I need to show you something."
Big Boss grinned as he watched Ocelot grimace at the helmet and grudgingly pull his cowboy hat off in favor of the ugly yellow construction one. How predictable-- the man truly loved his hats. He put his own on and they both followed Arthur through the smoke.
"Over here, do you see this?" asked Arthur. He stamped as a particularly stubborn bit of flame licked toward them. "This was the trigger."
Big Boss looked at the little mound carefully, but it was Ocelot who spoke first. "A very careful application," he said, loud enough that they could all hear him. "He placed it just out of sight of the camera." Ocelot's finger went to the ground and rubbed it, then sniffed his fingers. "Cleaner for an accelerant... it probably couldn't be seen, and would have been very easy to place... And then..."
"A timer," agreed Arthur, as they both looked significantly at what must have been an alarm clock. "Simple enough, and I think it was just attached to a match, or a lighter. No one would have noticed--"
"--because they're such simple items. And I'd bet this corridor isn't well travelled."
Arthur nodded seriously.
Big Boss smiled. At least when it came to the real work, his lover wasn't going to hold grudges. And Ocelot wasn't going to be an idiot about it either.
"Is everyone all right?" Edik asked, appearing from behind Big Boss and reattaching his radio to his belt. "I've called in reinforcements for the fire, sirs," he said, crouching down and giving a salute. "It might take a few minutes for them to get here."
"At least ten minutes," muttered Big Boss unhappily. "Arthur, you should have called for backup," he said sharply.
"I called you," said Arthur defensively. "And I was a little busy," he added with a quick shake of his head. "Seeing as we don't want the whole project scrapped. Again."
Edik looked nervously at the Metal Gear and the flames licking at its giant feet. "It's going to hit ammo if it isn't put out soon," he pointed out, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Arthur looked at it briefly. "Damn it, the armor piercing bullets--" he stood as if to go towards it, but Big Boss pulled him back down.
"I can give you cover," said Ocelot, pulling out a gun and twirling it in the air.
"You want to run through fire to get closer to explosives?" asked Big Boss, both eyebrows rising. "Get the water closer to the weaponry!" he called out to the soldiers already fighting the fire. "We should have had it sandbagged," he snapped at Arthur. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Doctor Petrovich and I were running tests. You can't do that if you're constantly telling the team to climb over bags of sand. I'm dealing mostly with scientists here, they don't have the stamina."
"That's not standard operating procedure?" asked Ocelot. "How many people knew you were running these tests?"
"All the scientists knew," said Edik darkly. "I've never trusted them..."
"Oh, half of your people knew too." Arthur frowned. "And the support staff would have known, seeing as the cleaners were the ones who had to drag everything away. It's got to be someone in the general population. That idiot Schnieder--"
"Who's that?" asked Ocelot.
"Designed the base, decided he wasn't getting paid enough, left, tried to get everyone up in arms about us being here." Big Boss shook his head and pulled his jacket off. "The water's not helping. I'm going in. Ocelot, cover me if those bullets start flying."
"Yes, Boss," said Ocelot quietly with another turn of his guns.
Arthur turned a sour expression on the situation. "You don't even know how to unload it! I should go, not you!"
Big Boss shook his head in amusement. It was a weapon. Since when was Big Boss anything less than an expert at weapons? Sure, the newest technology was getting more complicated, but didn't it always? "I may be old, but I'll never be that old," he said, grinning at Arthur. "You stay here."
He took a second to prepare himself, then ran through the fire. It was hotter than a gunfight, but nowhere near as painful as losing the eye had been all those years ago. His skin tightened. He ran through one of the jets of water from the soldiers to cool himself as he reached the Metal Gear, then jumped up and yanked the ammunition. It came off easily enough, and he clambered up the metal siding of the TX-55 until he stood on it's head. The smoke was enough to choke him, but he threw the bullets as hard as he could towards Arthur and the rest of them.
He slid down off the machine easily, ducked again under the frigid water, then ran back through the fire to his officers.
"Well done, sir," said Ocelot. Beside him, Edik nodded.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "I think you broke it," he said sulkily, examining the metal ammunition case in his hands.
Big Boss sighed at his ungrateful partner.
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