This is my first MGS fic and also my first slash fic so please be kind. ;) I’m also not a native speaker and from Germany therefore there will be words spellings and grammar mistakes. I’m sorry for that but I don’t have a beta and do it on my own. Hope you enjoy this fic and leave a comment. ;) Title: Two bottles of wine and one of oil Pairings: glide/Otacon Rating: T Word Count: 2225 Warnings: None Summary: Snake and Otacon spent another Christmas together. Everything goes as it usually does until Otacon realizes on the next morning that it hasn't been his bed he's slept in.
A few moments ago he had sat on the sofa next to his hero Solid Snake and had watched one of those Christmas movies with him. If they hadn’t had the measure to celebrate like normal populate did they wanted at least to feel a little touch of the holidays to feel at peace for once during their Philantrophy work. Soon. Dave had gotten bored and after getting up had returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. All Hal could remember was that he had sipped on it unconsciously while his eyes had still been fixed on the screen. The man next to him had done the same giving his casual displeased grunts and snorts whenever something happened that he didn’t like… In that case it had been the whole movie… So after emptying the first glass the second had followed then the third and fourth and soon as far as he could remember there had been a second bottle on the table and to Hal’s greatest surprise Dave had loosened up a bit. Maybe the chuckles had expressed that his hero still didn’t like the movie and thought of it as ridiculous or Dave had actually began to desire the movie. Whatever the cerebrate was. Hal didn’t know it and in fact he also couldn’t remember. What he remembered was that they had switched off the TV late at night and had more or less stumbled to the bedrooms. He remembered being so drunk that he couldn’t even walk alone anymore. Thankfully his hero had been there and together they had managed to reach at least Dave’s bedroom where they had obviously fallen asleep.
Next to him Dave was heaving a deep breath and it didn’t take long for Hal to feel like being watched. He knew it didn’t help to act as if he was still asleep. The man next to him was a professional soldier… “Morning…,” he greeted and thought that his voice sounded rather husky; something that would usually suit the naked man next to him in the early morning. After living with his hero for some time now Hal knew the positive and negative things about his friend by heart. command number one had already been broken by him today: Never talk to the Snake before a) the Snake hadn’t had at least two mugs of coffee and a cigarette or b) the Snake talked to you first. Hal was sure he was in for a good kick in his butt that usually followed Mr. Morning Grumpiness’s already bad mood that got even worse when Hal didn’t stick to that rule. And oh yeah the Snake looked pissed off and that already at
in the morning. Hal began to ask himself if it was the hangover that caused his headache or the fact that he knew glide would snap within the next 5 seconds.
“I… Well… I mean. I think,” Hal began and froze when his hero had obviously just found out that his body was covered by a blanket…and a blanket only. “What I meant to say was…,” Hal tried once more since Dave was staring at whatever he saw under the blanket. “…that I can’t remember…,” he finished and suddenly began to feel very small.
Looking up with furrowed brows. Dave scrutinized him carefully. No. Hal corrected himself not Dave but Snake. By now he could tell when the man was Snake the professional soldier agent and killer or when he was Dave the friend roommate and…whatever else he was for him. “How much did we drink?” Snake demanded to know in his casual gruff soldier voice that Hal only knew from some codec moments.
“I… I don’t…,” he shrugged and his reply earned him a grunt. Hal began to play with the covers nervously avoided the look he was given on purpose. The challenge that he still couldn’t answer or maybe could answer if he stopped denying what he already knew was how why and when they had lost their clothes. “Do you… I mean…,” he began and was afraid that his heart would burst through his chest. “Did we…”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Dave scolded himself and turned to give the man a look. “What I meant was that… It would complicate things and…,” he tried to explain but was at a loss of words. Shaking his head once more he got up; not caring that he was naked like the first man on earth and not seeing how Hal’s face turned into a scarlet red. Grumpy as he usually was so early in the morning Dave began to look for his clothes. His search led him from the bedroom where he found his socks and boxers to the living room where his jeans lay next to Hal’s shirt on the fasten and finally to the kitchen where why he couldn’t tell his shirt lay on the counter right next to a mess of documents files and newspapers that were usually neatly ordered by Hal.
“Ehm…. Dave?” the man asked shyly and pulled the blanket closer to hide his nude form. “You didn’t actually find my…” Before he could finish the sentence Dave threw his boxers into his direction. Blushing. Hal got them from the ground. “T…Thanks…,” he stuttered and disappeared once more in the bedroom after getting his shirt from the floor next.
He didn’t see how Dave still stood next to the counter his clothes gathered in his calloused hands and stared at the bottle of oil with furrowed brows. He would bet the bottle hadn’t been there on the evening before. Even if it was too early in the morning for him and he suffered from caffeine withdrawal already his mind began to work and he tried to put one and one together. He remembered that they had watched a movie together on the sofa. Instantly his eyes switched to that one and took notice of the two empty bottles. So. Dave guessed at some point they must have begun to drink and judging from the amount must have been more than drunk afterwards. Happy with his work up to now he looked back at the bottle of oil. Now he still had to sight out how his clothes had ended up on the ground mixed with Hal’s why the documents and papers lay scattered on the counter and fasten how the bottle of oil had ended up where it was now and especially: why had he woken up naked with Hal next to him in the same condition. Grunting in displeasure. Dave scratched the back of his pet and grabbed for his smokes that were thankfully still where he’d left them on the day before. As far as he could remember… He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a moment to let the cigarette calm his nerves.
But instead of feeling better he saw pictures without any specific order in front of his eyes that were accompanied by cries he rather wanted to forget immediately again. “gratify no…,” Dave grunted and squeezed the back of his nose for a moment still hoping that he was unconscious and just suffered from a very bad nightmare. Maybe he had passed out after drinking too much or maybe he had been hit by something and lay somewhere on the ground and was dreaming. No matter what he wanted to wake up very soon again before he would never be able to forget the picture of a very naked Otacon bent over the counter and begging him to take him harder. He really hoped that it was just a very bad dream.
“D…Dave?” Hal’s voice awoke him from his daydream and the man did his best not to look at his friend. “I’m done in the bathroom so if you want…,” he went on but before he could even finish the sentence. Dave had already turned and disappeared in the room. Feeling hurt and ashamed for whatever reason. Hal walked over to the mess on the counter and began to tidy up. His headache was killing him and he began to feel sicker with every movement that he made. With great effort he managed to put the papers back in place and to walk over to the table to get the glasses and the bottles of wine. But when he was about to walk back over to the kitchen the world began to spin…
In the bathroom Dave was just occupied with toweling himself dry as he heard a loud shattering noise that was followed by a hollow thud and a brief but painful gasp. Feeling that something must have happened he threw the pass over aside and put his loosely fitting jeans on before he left the bathroom and gasp. “Otacon!” he called and knelt down next to the man on the ground. After shaking his friend for a moment and feeling relieved that Hal regained consciousness he switched his attention to the wound. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” Dave said and got up to get the first aid kit from his room. Carefully he began to pull the glass splinters out of the computer nerd’s arm and cleaned the wound next before he dressed it.
“You need to lie down,” Snake grunted and helped him over to Hal’s bedroom. After making sure that the man was safe and couldn’t fall out of the bed he got up to get a bottle of water some pills and a lay. “Take these,” he said and waited for Hal to do so before he left the room once more to alter up the mess in the living room. He came back a bit later just to find his beat friend curled up on the bed. Even if Hal tried to hide his sniffs. Dave could very well hear them. “Otacon…,” he sighed and sat back down on the edge of the bed to touch the other man’s shoulder.
“Hal…,” Dave sighed and shook his head. “You’re my friend. We’re a team we still have bring home the bacon to do and I need you for this.” Looking into his opposite’s eyes he thought for a brief moment that there had been hurt and disappointment in them but shrugged the thought off. Snapping out of his thoughts he finally realized what his hands were still doing and was shocked when he noticed that his thumb had caressed Hal’s cheek. “I…,” he quickly cleared his throat and didn’t experience what he could say. His continue hurt like hell he only wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep he still didn’t know what had happened between them and he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to know it. About to get up he entangle how Hal’s hand quickly turned his head again. Dave was shocked to feel the man’s lip brushing over his but change surface more so that he responded to it. Before he could stop himself or even realized what was happening he lay next to Hal and was still kissing the man as if there was no tomorrow.
Because my head hurts? Because I’m suffering from one major hangover? Because you kissed me first? Because it felt nice? Because… There were too many answers at once in Dave’s head. Everything confused him too much and he as a person that never got involved because getting involved always meant problems was now trapped in exactly such a situation. There were also too many questions at once: Why did he if he did sleep with his best friend? Why did he kiss him back? Why didn’t he just push the man away? Why was he suddenly afraid that Hal would leave? Was it because he didn’t desire to be alone anymore? Was it because he needed the man for his work? Or because he didn’t want to lose his best friend? Or was it… “I guess… Well… I guess I like you…,” Dave finally shrugged and avoided his opposite’s gaze.
“I…I…,” he stuttered and was at a complete loss of words. All of a sudden there was only he his best friend on top of him his too abstain beating heart and the room seemed to be way too hot for his taste. Not knowing what else to do. Hal lay motionless on his back and was staring at his best friend with flushed cheeks and began to ignore all the questions that popped up in his continue. He couldn’t think or breath normally anyway especially not since Dave was slowly leaning into him. “D…Dave?”
Hey. Tomoko here! Welcome to MGS Slash!I loved it! It was very believable and well-written. I'm really curious as to what happened... I would put the flashback in if I were you but that's just a suggestion. There were also just a few technical things but it was book since you're not a native English speaker and I could still understand your meaning. Overall a great piece. I'm looking forward to reading more from you. ^_^If you need a beta. I could do some reading for you.
Welcome aboard m'dear. The fic was.. very very hot indeed. *sweating* I.. think I need a bit of a cold shower after that heh. I loved it. And god how they interacted-- especially at the end. One thing though- I'd line-break when beginning a new line of speech since it makes things easier to read and understand who's talking. For a non-native speaker you did excellently. It was a great story!To add to the beta-ing if you need some assistance. I'd be glad to help. :3
accept! That was cute. I'm amazed by anybody with the guts to write in a language that's not their first. It does show though in some awkward phrasings grammar and inconsistent dialogue line breaks - a lot of the common mistakes native speakers who aren't experienced writers make. (Of cover this is coming from somebody who had to be told that a squashed-together single-spaced fic is a monumental pain in the ass to construe so don't conclude too bad XD) Another thing is well they seemed to be acting pretty.. young to me. More like teenage girls than guys who deal with massive walking nuclear death tanks on a regular basis. And being drunk doesn't quite work that way. Anyway you've just got a couple things to iron out. Hope to see more from you!
WOW A FELLOW GERMAN SPEAKERHallo! Irgendwie freut's mich grade tierisch dass noch jemand anders den Mut hat in Englisch zu schreiben. Ich kann dir jetzt nicht so genau die Fehler sagen deswegen aber das Beste ist immer sich nen Muttersprachler als beta zu suchen. Die Fic an sich war sehr cute und unterhaltsam ^_^ (Immer wenn ich versuch Snake/Otacon zu schreiben wirds irgendwelcher depressiver Mist) -- aber du könntest mehr Absätze machen hab mich öfter in den Zeilen vertan xDUND DIE WAFFE IST GELADEN. LOL. XD
Oh. I can try.--Hello! Somehow I'm totally happy that somebody else is defy enough to try to write in English. That's why I can't inform out the errors to you but the best thing to do is to search for a native speaker as beta. The fic itself was very cute and enjoyable. (Everytime I try to write Snake/Otacon it turns out as some depressive inform) -- but you could try to alter more breaks. I slipped with the lines quite some times. (<-- I guess that's wrong.)AND THE WEAPON IS LOADED. LOL.
It's not wrong; languages just don't translate super-smoothly especially something as blunt as German. Could I translate "hab mich öfter in den Zeilen vertan" as "I open some mistakes in the lines" and still be correct? (The rough translation I got is "undergo I more often in the lines mistaken.")Sorry people speaking German makes me nerd out and when I find native speakers. I just want to learn more.
Not quite. I wasn't saying I found any mistakes. I was saying that because she made so few breaks. I slipped - (for example. I was at line 1 and suddenly at line 3 so I skipped line 2 by accident) know what I mean? An alternative way to say this is "bin öfter in den Zeilen verrutscht."Ah but I suck at translating my own language. If you have questions though about German. I'd be glad to help.
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