Ocelot sat in his swivel chair that was facing the observation deck of the Metal Gear, brooding as usual. When things got stressful for him he just needed a quiet place to sit to himself and stew with his own thoughts. He has his fingers threaded together and his hand sat under his nose as he stared at the massive behemoth of a machine outside in front of him. His white eyebrows furrowed in thought, there had been a few hiccups sure but this wasn't Ocelot's first rodeo in something of this nature, he could overcome it and come out on top. He was sure of it.
He was absorbed in his own thoughts that he just barely noticed the mechanical whir of the door to the observation deck opening, his head barely even swiveled to the side to look at who was intruding on his private time. His eyes trailed over to the looming figure in the doorway, it was Liquid. "Eli." Ocelot greeted the other man firmly, a subtle disrespectful way to address the man. In ocelots mind this was justified, not only was his 'boss' half his age, he was frankly rather immature sometimes and not to mention inexperienced with most things that Ocelot excelled in. Liquid's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at the disrespect, but other than that he gave no hint to it affecting him. It was clear by the way Liquid was entering the room with purpose, he had something he wanted from Ocelot, though he could not yet tell what.
"Old man." Liquid started, his British articulation was excruciatingly fake to Ocelot, like a bad actor. Liquid continued when Ocelot did not respond to his hook, putting his gloved hands behind his back and pacing around the observation deck. Ocelot picked up on the sound of the leather crunching everytime Liquid was making a particularly emotional statement, the sound of his heavy military boots on the metal as he strode and paced around as well. Ocelot also could not help but notice that Liquid was very much shirtless, infact he usually was, but something about this instance, just them alone, made it much more...distracting. That fact became apparent when Liquid had stopped talking and glared at Ocelot like he was expecting an answer from the man. Shit. He had not listened to anything from the past 2 minutes.
Liquid crossed his arms and the leather from his gloves gave another punctual crunch, an unimpressed look covering his face. Liquid could tolerate a lot of things, practically growing up fighting and being a child raised by war left him with few things that bothered him, but disrespect got on his nerves. "Something more important than what I have to say, Ocelot?" Ocelot glanced up from his chair, he'd never truly seen much get under his superiors skin, but not giving him attention seemed to irk the man greatly. And who was Ocelot to pass up a way to torment another soul, rather than replying or giving any acknowledgement Ocelot simply pulled a cigar tin from his pocket and opened it. He grabbed one of his cigars and twirled it between his calloused fingers for a moment before bringing it to his lips, making sure not to light his mustache which was an accident he would rather soon forget, he lit the end. After taking a deep inhale he leaned back, putting his feet up on the console and letting his eyes drift away from the man before him.
Liquid knew that Ocelot was trying to purposely rile him up, he was not dumb, but at the same time he could feel it working. He could hear his own fists clenching and unclenching, one of them came up and started to rub his temple and prevent an oncoming headache. Before he could even consider that this was giving Ocelot what he wanted the words were already leaving his mouth, "You're being insolent. I am talking to you, Ocelot." He said more firm, not like that was going to sway Ocelot at all. He could physically feel his temples tightening as Ocelot took another drag from his cigar and didn't even so much as look in Liquids direction.
Fine then, Liquid was going to have to pull out the big guns. He stuck his hands behind his back and stood up straight, making sure to uncinate every syllable as it left his mouth "Shalashashka." Ocelots eyebrow twitched and he looked ever so slightly towards Liquid, replying in a voice that was thick with the gruffness of cigar smoke. "Watch it, boy." He grunted out more like a warning than a response, though other than that he didn't seem to show any signs of caring. Fine then, Liquid would take it up another notch.
"Adamska." Liquid said slowly, drawing out the name. Before Liquid could even comprehend what he had said, Ocelot was up from the chair like a gray flash of lightening and was pushing Liquid against the wall of the observation deck. Liquid could feel the cold steel of Ocelots revolver pressing up against his jaw and the blooming pain spreading from his back and onward. Ocelots lips had peeled up, giving a look at his nearly snarling expression, Liquid could smell the cigar on his breath from this proximity. "Don't call me that. Not even Boss called me that." The remark about Liquid's father made him quickly reciprocate the anger Ocelot was showing, the two men quickly became a fighting mess and a tangle of limbs. Pushing each other against the tables and having no regard for the sensitive delicate technology that surrounded them.
With a hearty shove Ocelot shoved Liquid into the chair he was just sitting in moments ago, taking a fistful of his blonde locks in his fingers and pulling like he was shucking a corn cob. Liquid hissed and reached his hands up, gripping the older man's wrists in an attempt to pry him off. "You are such an insufferable brat! You need to learn to shut your damn mouth!" Ocelot spat out at the man, gripping his hair harder. Oh what a sight this was, their heartbeats were practically pounding in rhythm at the adrenaline, their anger's both flaring like a flame licking at fire wood. Suddenly the tension was so thick you could cut it, both of the men were staring at each other, sizing each other up as their time and war had taught them.
Something else besides cqc training was under the tension however, Liquid didn't need to think twice before was lunging up, catching Ocelot in a nearly bruising kiss. Ocelot took but a moment to catch his bearings before they were both locked into a teeth clanking kiss, they were bitting and clashing against each other but it honestly could matter no less to either of them. Being stranded on a military overtake made you lonely, and incredibly desperate for whatever you could take. Ocelots hands were quickly on Liquid's already bare waist, feeling the contrast between the younger man's taunt muscled skin and his own more calloused hands.
They continued the kiss until they couldn't breath, Liquid pulled away first, an agitated red mark laid between his top lip and his nose where Ocelot's mustache had been aggressively bumping the soft skin. His lips were kiss swollen and bite mark swollen. A thin flush covered his entire face and a few blonde curly strands came unslicked and hung in his face. He stood and stared at Ocelot for just a moment before an unreadable expression crossed his face, he straightened up and walked past Ocelot, bumping him with his shoulder on his way out. Ocelot stood there in shock for a moment, he wasn't really sure what had just happened, more importantly, he felt a small pinch in his heart at the prospect of doing something wrong. Not necessarily because it would upset Liquid, but more so because he would have to see this man again. What if Liquid told the others?
Ocelot sat back down and smoothed a hand through his hair, he reached for his cigar tin and pulled out another, lighting it and taking a much needed drag. He held it to his lips before holding the end in his teeth, both his hands had a bit more of a pressing matter to attend to. His hands slowly slid down from his thighs to his fly, unzipping it and letting a hand snake down to his erection. God, good thing Liquid didn't notice, he'd never hear the end of it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting his spare hand come back up to hold the cigar. He let the smoke billow from his mouth as his hand slowly worked and palmed over his boxers in a lazy languid manner. He was back to being alone, so he was in no rush.
He continued letting his hand just palm up and down his boxers for a few minutes, taking the eventual drag from his cigar and letting the bitter tobacco rush in and give him a pleasant buzz. Finally after he had decided he should get it over with, his fingers dipped below his elastic waistband of his boxers. He let out the softest sigh of relief as his hand reached hot skin, his lazy languid movements continued. He had all the time in the world, he was still savoring the lingering kiss on his lips and the nicotine buzzing in his head. He licked his lips slowly, a small shiver running up his spine at his own action. He pictured Liquid in his head, he was probably in his own quarters, doing the same thing he was. He was the one who initiated the kiss after all.
The thought proved to be too much however, this coiffed blonde locks, his handsome features, the way he was so eager yet so messy and inexperienced. Ocelot grit his teeth and hissed, feeling relief flood his veins as he finished. Damn, he would've liked that to go on a little longer but, whatever. He took a moment to finish his cigar, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning up his mess. His eyes flickered up to the Metal Gear outside infront of him. What a messy thing to be tangled in right now. Ocelot wasn't too fond or delicate in emotional affairs, he was hoping that this won't affect their main priorities right now. That rational thought was soon cut off by Ocelot getting an incoming Codec call from Liquid.
