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Despite having been employed at Foxhound for a couple months now, His contact with the boss has been limited to mostly quick glances in the hallways.
He's the new survival instructor, A position he's much more comfortable in. His job consisted of training recruits how to survive the harsh terrain they were expected to deploy in, amongst other more general things like fighting and food sourcing.
He's expected to write a report every week, detailing the progress the men have made, noting what sectors they'd be best suited in, what missions they'd excel at, a list of their unique skills. It's mundane work.
He's expected to deliver the report to the boss's office, however he'd rather be shaved bald than see that man again. So he entrusts the papers to the second most pretentious motherfucker on base, Ocelot. He was also one of the three people allowed to actually enter Snake's office.
But the two had recently gotten into another big argument, So Ocelot was deliberately avoiding him meaning Kaz has to deliver his report himself, And he'd be damned to send classified reports on some random guys hands to bring to Ocelot, and actually he'd be damned to ask help from Ocelot so just for today he takes the task upon himself.
When he entered the office, It was quiet, empty. It didn't seem like Snake- Big Boss had arrived yet, so he hoped to make quick work of leaving the report on the desk and dashing out.
However, like a perverted voyeur caught in curiosity for a peek of what goes on in his commander's cranium, he couldn't help but be compelled to just question the odd, ill-fitting office.
It felt empty, devoid of any of the characteristics he associated with Snake.
He remembers his office from MSF, littered with personality just as much as it was littered with crumpled papers, unkempt and smelling like rich cuban tobacco. The smell definitely still lingered, it stuck on the walls and seeped into his lungs.
The former office had also been decorated with small mementos, little pictures everywhere of the team, sometimes in the most unexpected places. He even remembers Snake keeping a picture of Zadornov on the floor beneath his seat, Because I don't like him and he can kiss my ass, That's what he said.
This office, However, it's pristine, The high walls echoes the smallest sounds, They're tall, and he feels like a mouse trapped in a cage. There are no pictures anywhere, no decoration at all actually. Filing cabinets lined the walls, they were all organized neatly, by letter. An unnecessary and conspicuous name plate sat on the very edge of the desk, Gold letters and a dark brown background, It didn't seem like something he would've wanted. A gift maybe?
There is only one pen on the desk, The blonde notes. Back on MSF, Snake needed an entire stack, always losing them, so much so he resorted to tying them to his desk to no improvement.
The thought gets a bitter laugh out of the blonde. He finally concludes why the room feels so cold and strange. This is supposed to be Snake's office, yet, it is so devoid of Snake, none of his personality, none of the man that Kazuhira knew. This was a ghost's office, not for a living man, but for a breathing corpse. A front, reflecting the walls he'd set up around himself.
And as that thought settles in the depths of his stomach, the door croaks behind him.
He Immediately regrets looking back.
“ Kaz?”
Snake closes the door behind him and stands there, stares. Kaz finds himself doing the same.
They're stuck in the moment. Looking at each other between a thick air of unspoken. They both have physically changed a lot. Changes they've never noticed before in quick glances.
Snake barely has any visible brown in that nest of grey scruffy hair. Its in his beard too, its grown even fuller, just as tousled as it was during their days. He's gained some weight, Normal for a man who isn't trudging through jungles and hunting his own food anymore, Regardless, he could beat a man into pulp and more, even more so with the added weight.
The commander is dressed in olive drab pants, tucked into his combat boots. He sports a matching jacket, though it was casually unbuttoned, revealing the dark turtle neck beneath. He was never the kind to dress up.
Kazuhira on the other hand, he dressed to impress, or at least he used to be before his dignity was destroyed that night in Afghanistan. But he still tries. He had a white tank top tucked into some red gym shorts that uncomfortably rode up his ass. his signature aviators and running shoes. He resembled a gym teacher. His beautiful hair had grown long too, past his waist now, tied into a loose ponytail.
“ Snake…” It slips out of his lips, coming back to the moment. He gets a glimpse of Snake's one eye looking deep past him…
That freezing blue eye is like a deep cold ocean inviting those who didn't know any better into its bottomless depths. Almost like a siren with their songs. That ocean was cruel, it had plenty in its belly, yet it craved more and hunted for more... He was one of those poor souls once and found himself trapped without a way out, the water filled his lungs, suffocated him as the cold embraced him and the depth pulled him down further… And maybe he’s lying to himself when he says he isn't captivated by it, lying when he says it dosn't entrance him the same way it did when they first locked eyes. Maybe his lungs are still filled with the water and he wants more , until his whole body is engulfed in it.
He swallows, Adjusting his glasses before turning around. “ Here’s your report. I trust you don't need me to summarize it.” He says, Going up to the desk before he lands right onto the cold tiled floor, face first.
The papers go flying around him, fluttering down on the floor. He hisses, pinching his nose for just a moment. He gets back into action, Ignoring the pain and sitting up with knees folded beneath him. He grabs the papers with one hand and keeps them together with the other. He wanted to be out as quickly as he could.
What did I even trip on? Did he tie my shoe laces while I wasn't looking? That bitch, he would maybe he- The thoughts abruptly stop and so do his hands. He sees it before he feels it. A dark heavy boot comes into vision and it lands in between his legs, right on his crotch, Right on his cock and balls.
“ Uh…” Kazuhira doesn't know what to say at first, he’s frozen until the boot pushes further. Full on stepping now. He screams in pain, hands flying to push the leg off him but to no avail. “ What the hell?! Get off me!” Kaz continues his struggle, snapping his attention to the looming shadow above him, meeting with an uncanny image of Snake, he stiffens.
The light was overhead, like a halo glowing around Snake's head, contrasted with his dark shadowy figure. All that's clear is his piercing blue eye and the embers dancing down from the cigar trapped between his teeth, pinched between fingers.
“ Do you remember when we used to do this?” Snake spoke finally, his voice is low, gravelly, Crisp in the quiet room, it reverberates in the blondes chest and makes the hairs on his back rise.
He narrows his eyes, looking at Snake through dark tinted lenses, baring his teeth. “ What the fuck are you talking about!” He growls, earning a jab in his crotch. He yelps, instinctively reaching to cover it.
“ You would ask me to do this. Step on your cock while I did paperwork. I thought it was ridiculous.” The one eyed man continues.
Lazy evenings spent under Snake's boot, Fully clothed. The light tropical air would feel dense in that office, heaving and panting like - the blonde shakes his head. Those memories hadn't collected dust where he stored them, shamefully. “ That was years ago, Snake. Come on…” A red hue rises.
Snake moves his boot, the outline of the blonde's cock in the dip before his heel, like a glove. Kazuhira curses himself. He almost looks away in shame but he can't peel his eyes off the scene. Like a car crash he can't look away from it.
“ You’d like it when I did this.” He was right, Kaz could feel his uncooperative cock swelling underneath. He lets out a hitched breath and turns red, his hips involuntarily twitching. “ Stop that. I liked it then but I'm an old guy now, Snake. Can't you just… let me go?” The boot on his cock is ceaseless.
The boot moves once again, this time rolling Kazuhira’s cock with the toe, making the blonde buck and slope over defensively.“ I'm guessing this is just muscle memory then, huh?” Snake chuckles, drear. The brunette takes a puff of the cigar, blowing the smoke right onto Kazuhira whos hands had slumped down to his sides in defeat.
“ You step on a guy's junk and start rubbing it. What do you think happens, genius?” Kazuhira spat again.
“ Would you get hard if it were anyone else stepping on you, Kaz?” His words were like a bullet between Kazuhiras eyes. He had a point. This wouldn't happen if it were anyone else. This would be painful if it were anyone else. He’d be fighting back, and they would be dead before they could get a word out.
Dejected, He tries to redirect the conversation. “ I'm not seeing what you’re trying to get to here, Snake. I did what you told me to do, now let me go.” He snarls. “ Or is this what you do to everyone who comes into your office? You molest them?” He was growling, gritting his teeth. Snake remains indifferent, unworried.
The reaction, or more accurately lack of, sends a sharp pang through his temple. Kaz closes his eyes shut, lifting his flesh hand to his face, He pinches the bridge of his nose to ease the oncoming migraine. Quiet profanities flooding beneath his breath.
The boot begins to move again, this time its weight is evenly balanced across Kazuhira’s length. It rubs the erection, moving down to push the heel into his balls. Kaz moans, despite himself. His prosthetic hand reaches towards the boot but stops and twitches right above it.
“ Snake…” The blonde's voice is small, on the edge of pleading. “ Please just let me go, I can't do this.”
“ You used to hump my boot like a dog.”
Kaz’s breath hitches at the memory, he stops himself from releasing another embarrassing noise when his cock twitches against the boot, brushing the sensitive tip against the rough sole. “ And I was your dog, wasn't I?” Bitter on his tongue.
“ I let you go, And like a good boy you kept yourself on a leash no one was holding.” Such demeaning words and yet its translated into saccharine, the blonde wants to howl. A dark sweetness between his legs where his cock pulses at the flavor. And i'm still on your damn leash, He thinks. The disgusting flavor sticks to his throat, He wants to vomit.
“ Fine. Fuck, I don't wanna argue right now, okay? I have things to do… What do you want me to do? Get you off or something?” The blonde's hands shift to reach Snakes belt.
Instead he's met with a jab in the testicles from the heavy boot. His hands fall, gripping at Snakes calf whilst the pain ripples through. “ F-fuck Snake… What do you want me to do, please…” A pained prayer squeezes through his rigid throat.
“ Nothing. Stay there. Hands behind your back.”
Kaz does as told, Like a good boy. He straightens his back and holds his hands behind him. Back then he would have looked into Snake's eye as he did such a ludicrous act, but now he couldn't get himself to. He didn't deserve so. He looks down at the boot instead, still rubbing him. Somehow he's thankful he didn't wear any underwear today.
The blonde whimpers as he tries his best to stay in position, Snakes boot is masterfully maneuvering itself on his swollen sex. All the moves that would have had him drooling like a dog with rabies.
The empty room is filled with their sounds, Kazuhiras ragged breathing, His flimsy shorts wrinkling under the boot, The clock on the wall ticking, their heartbeats.
Snake lifts his boot slightly and kicks the sole flat against Kazuhira’s cock with much more force than what most would consider playful, twisting into Kazuhira’s cock as though he were putting out a cigarette on the ground. Kazuhira slumps over, shoulders fluttering as he yowls in misplaced pleasure. “ A-Ah fuck Snake!” He moans, trying to get his twitching body back into position.
“ You still like being kicked there, huh?” Snake smiles, Looking at the unsteady rise and fall of Kazuhira’s chest.
Kazuhira’s nails dig into his own prosthetic hand. He wishes to feel the sting. Instead his brain is left to enjoy the unfiltered pleasure of having his cock ground with a boot.
Snake does it again, This time his heel hits Kazuhira’s balls, making the blonde arch his back with a yell. His hips buck, trembling against Snakes boot, leaking through his shorts where a dark red spot had appeared right under the waistband. “Fuckfuck-! A-...Again…”
Snake repeats the action, he grinds his sole on the shaft, dragging upwards, stopping under the tip, before pressing his heel against it. Kazuhira could go crazy right now. His knees twitch, abdomen cramping with knots. He fucks into the rubber, lifting himself on his knees just to push his cock further against Snakes boot, rutting into it like he hadnt been touched in years, Which isnt so far from the truth.
As the blonde humps him like a a animal, the bigger man undoes the buttons on his pants, fishing out his engorged cock to give himself a few strokes, by now his cigar had been abandoned on the ground.
Kazuhira opens his eyes, Snake's cock full view, casting a shadow on his face
He smiles, still the same as when he’d sucked it all those years ago. He lifts himself just a bit more, catching the tip of the cock while Snake had his own eye closed.
Kazuhira takes the tip, suckling softly. The position makes it difficult to take more of Snake's length, so he does what he can with the limitations, swirling his tongue around the gland, wedging his tongue beneath the foreskin.
He looks at Snake through his long lashes, beautiful blue eyes like a serene beach in the summer. It was almost like how they used to be.
To keep his balance, Snake threads his fingers through Kazuhiras hair, resting his fingertips gently on the man's scalp. Kaz moans around Snake's cock, breaking from position just for a moment to slide the tie off his hair, letting his beautiful long locks flow down as an invitation. He only ever grew it out for Snake afterall , He thinks.
Kazuhira’s heart flutters as the older man gives him a knowing smile, for a moment he looks 20 years younger.
Snake grabs onto blonde hair and forces himself deep in Kazuhira's throat. Kaz could cum in his shorts. Snake fucks his throat so vigorously, gripping onto hair that Kazuhira spent way too much money to maintain and too much brushing, all to get undone in such a unceremonious way.
His throat goes lax, allowing Snake better movement, Extending his jaw as far as it could go, on the verge of dislocation it felt.
Tears well up at the edge of Kaz’s eyes, his body begs him to blink but he would hate to look away from the scene. Snake's face is scrunched in focus, his teeth cutting into his bottom lip, sweat beads at his forehead. He grunts and growls like a hungry beast, reverberating against the walls.
The blonde’s nose is buried deep in the older man's pubic hair. He inhales the musk as much as he can, dragging the intoxicating scent deep into his lungs. He’s hungry for it, He’s missed it, and he wishes he could stay there forever.
Even with his jaw aching tight from the force of being rammed into like a worthless glory hole slut, Kaz doesn't falter. He stays upright, bobbing his head in tune with Snake’s thrust.
Almost two decades without this and it still feels like how it had been back on the old mother base. He wishes he could keep every second in a jar to look at it later for the late nights spent with his hand between his legs.
He imagines it. Pulling at his own hair, still sore from Snakes treatment. He'd trace the bruises on his cock, every beautiful little sound would hurt leaving his abused throat. The thought makes electricity ripple up his spine.
Suddenly he’s pulled off and Snakes hand resumes post at his cock. “‘M gonna cum.” Without a moment wasted, Kaz responds, “ In my mouth.” It tastes like dust rolling off his tongue. “ Please…. Fuck- Cum in my mouth.” He begs now, Snake doesn't need to be told twice.
His hands are digging into the blonde's scalp. Kazuhira feverishly sucks on the cock, hollowing his cheeks and all. His scalp is gonna be sensitive and sore for a while but so will his whole body and he wanted that. He needed to be hurt so he’d never be able to forget about this.
All the hatred he harbored towards this man seemed to have seeped out of his cock.
But, He knows it's just for the moment. Snake is horrible for him, like a drug he can't get enough of, and like a drug he knows if he keeps indulging he’d end up dead… Although why would it matter?
Snake is just so deep in him he couldn't breath, stuck gasping for air in between thrusts, inhaling all kinds of fluids he definitely shouldn't be inhaling.
Snake's hips stutter and Kaz knows quite well what it means. He’s close. It was wild to think how even after all these years passed, Kaz still remembers all of Snake's old mannerisms down to a T. In a moment of bliss he smiles to himself around Snake's cock. He still knew how to make Snake feel good, No one else did it like him. No one else made his legs quiver in the slightest, no one else made him lose control of his breathing. It was a high honor.
A few more thrusts and Snake is finishing down his throat. The sound he makes as he fully sheathes himself in Kazuhira's throat, makes Kaz want to cum on the spot, And he would've if he was just 20 years younger .
Kaz bucks against Snake’s boot, drinking down the load as much as he’s able to. Snake continues fucking him through his own high, The warm spreads over Kazuhira's insides. There's so much cum, too much that Kazuhira chokes, the reflex makes his throat tighter for Snake, The sounds he releases makes Kaz’s heart swell with pride.
The older man pulls out and Kaz notices a string of cum connecting his nostrils to Snake’s cock. This hadn't ever happened before and Snake let out a low chuckle at the sight. “Look at you. You should see yourself.” He says, a chuckle echoing deep in his chest. In the assault, Kaz hadn't realized that some of Snake’s fluids had risen up the wrong hole and leaked out his nostrils.
The blonde brings his flesh hand to his face, collecting the thick fluid leaking down his lips and chin with one clean swipe. Snake lets out a low hum, watching Kazuhira bring his thumb into his mouth, and swallow the remaining cum.
He really didn’t need to do that, But Snake's reaction is worth it, his heart dangerously skips a few beats.
Snake's eyes are half lidded, blown with lust. His lips agape. His softening cock twitches. It brings shockwaves across Kazuhiras’s body who lowers himself back to the ground with the assistance of Snake's boot.
Ache began to settle in his joints, No normal man would've withstand being in the position and getting manhandled so roughly without popping something out of place, But he did. And he ignores the ache even as he hears the creaking of his tired joints. The only ache that mattered most to him was the one between his legs, The burning sensation of having his cock pinned under a boot… Oh he just wanted to badly rut against it like a dog and cum, But he couldn't get himself to, not yet without Snakes permission.
“ Permission to cum, Sir?” The words don't feel foreign on his tongue like they should. This was something Snake had wired into his brain all those years ago on MSF. His stupid womanizing ways made Snake keep him on lock and key.
For a moment, Snake seems to be in shock, blankly staring at Kaz before his expression blooms into a smirk. “ Go ahead, Kaz.” switching the lights green, Kaz begins to rut against the boot. Moaning and moving his hips like a needy whore.
Thankfully the precum that he’d been leaking all this time had generously coated his cock, softening the impact of the hard rubber sole rubbing into him. Although, He would be lying if he said he didn't like the burn.
Snake presses his boot against Kazuhira’s cock tighter, making the blonde scream with pleasure and almost keel over with the euphoria. The blonde grinds with feverish energy he hasn't had since god knows.
“ God…. Snake…S-Snaaaakkkkeee…” His voice flutters, closing his eyes. He feels big fingers thread through his hair again and he leans into them, his own face contorting with pleasure. “ Yeah that's right Kaz, You're such a good boy.” Oh!
Those words were all it took to have globs of cum seeping through the fibers of his shorts. He cums with a cry, tears running down his face, “Snake! F-Fuck…!” He yells, unable to control the sputter of his hips as he tries to ride out his orgasm. Snake helps by rubbing his boot into the wailing cock, making Kaz throw his head back with another yell.
“ Good boy Kaz, So good for me.” Kaz can only whimper at his praise, his howls of pleasure dying down into quick labored breaths as overstimulation sets in and all the pain in his body is amplified ten fold.
He can feel everything, The chaffing on his cock, His aching joints, his abused throat, sore jaw and the sharp pain in his spine.
Reflexively his hands come around Snakes boot, But his fingers only twitch before it. Snake understands and takes his boot off, planting it firmly to the ground now.
Kazuhira slumps forward and collapses against Snakes leg who pets him with gentleness.
Like a puppy who's over exhausted himself at the park.
“ Let's get you up.” Snake says, leaning over to hold a barely conscious Kaz up by the arms.
Snake props up the blonde on one of the chairs in front his desk. Yet, as he’s about to pull back, Kaz wraps his arms around Snake’s shoulders. “Don't let me go.” He says. He doesn't know how he means it but there's a solemn tone in his voice, a quiver in his lip and a sadness in his eyes. Snake must've understood him better, because his soft indifferent expression turns into a grimace.
Snake moves back, Causing Kazuhira to whine, arms falling to his sides. “ Please…” He pleads for something he doesn't understand.
“ I still need you to sort out that report Kaz.” Snake says, standing straight now, gesturing to the papers still scattered across the ground. Kaz goes silent. Really after all that? He won't even bother to help with the papers? The words left a bitter taste in his mouth and he furrowed his eyebrows, fixing his glasses.
Snake huffs, tucking his soft cock back into his pants, “Really-” Kaz is agitated, about to start yet another argument before Snake cuts him off. “ Let's get you cleaned up first.” That's what Kaz wanted to hear. Snake pats around his pockets until he feels a handkerchief, He pulls it out and begins to lightly dab it on Kazuhira’s face to get the cum residue off.
Now with the clouds of pleasure gone, Kazuhira is much more lucid. He averts his gaze to look away from Snake's focused expression. He doesn't say a word, just scowls to let Snake know he isn't happy. “ Here.” Snake says as he offers the cloth to Kazuhira, gesturing to his shorts. Kazuhira takes it without a word, cleaning what he could with the handkerchief before the doors creak open yet again. Come on! Who comes in without knocking?!
Kaz knees shoot up to hide the stains on his shorts, his hands coming between his legs too. Before he sees who is at the door glaring daggers at him.
It's none other than everyone's favorite revolver slinging, Cowboy wanna-be.
“ Miller.” Ocelot greets as if his name is poison.
“Ocelot.” Kaz says back.
The two look like they are ready for a duel at high noon. The tension could break glass.
“ Ocelot, What is it?” Snake turns toward the man quickly approaching him.
Ocelot smiles, placing his hands on Snake's shoulders, planting an unnecessary and theatrical kiss to Snake's cheeks before stepping back. Snake doesn't react.
Kaz wanted to sink into the chair.
“ Heard the… Commotion… And just wanted to tell you the preparations you requested are ready, I just went over it with the new guys.”
Kaz sits there as the two talk about something they could’ve definitely discussed later on. It feels like Ocelot is rubbing it into his face, “ I have Snake all to myself and you don't.” The Russians side glance says.
Kaz lets out a small sigh, getting up to collect the scattered papers. Every second spent in this office feels like heartbreak. The dull ache in his chests worsens as he bends over to grab the papers, trying his best to block out the voices of the other two until he hears his name be mentioned.
“ Okay, I’ll go see for myself. By the way, could you help Kaz out? You can escort him back after he sorts out his report.” Snake says, getting a nod from Ocelot who turns to the blonde. “ On it, Boss.” he replies, kneeling in front of Kaz to help him with the papers, and does a way faster job too. Probably way easier when you have two arms in tact.
Snake leaves the two in silence. The rivals stack the papers they collected without a word until the older one speaks. “ You’re really going out like that?” Ocelot speaks, smug as always.
“ What?” Kaz hisses, raising a brow until he sees where Ocelot is pointing… The cumstains on his shorts and the obvious boot mark. Kaz grumbles some words under his breath, trying to get the stains out with the handkerchief that Snake had given him earlier, it was futile of course and he groans in defeat, untucking his shirt to hide a good portion of the stain. Tucking the handkerchief into the back of his shorts.
“ I can still see it.”
It takes everything in Kazuhira not to swing his metal fist into Ocelots head, he lets out a shaky breath to calm himself and glares at the Russian through his glasses. “ I'm sure it's nothing your men haven't seen before.” Kaz says, getting a shit-eating grin from Ocelot. “ Of course not, you know John.”
“ Yeah, whatever.” Kaz rolls his eyes and organizes his report quickly, turning on his heel to leave. He hears Ocelot pick up a paperweight behind him and put it on top of the report. His eyes burn into Kaz even as he leaves.
The walk through the hallways is jarring, He can feel gazes and their sneers, judging him from behind.
All Kaz can think of is he wishes he never met Snake, Because then he wouldn't be fighting back tears and clutching his heart in the dingy bathroom stall where his hand furiously pumps his cock with the memory of what he and Snake just did still fresh in his memory.