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A few mornings later, a bubbly, youthful Parisienne bounced her way into Huey’s room. Her demeanor became a little more reserved upon seeing the engineer working.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Emmerich,” she twittered.
“Oh, good morning, Ms. Cécile. But I, uh… prefer to be referred to as ‘Doctor’ Emmerich.”
“In France, we do not normally use the title of ‘Docteur’ in any setting apart from a medical one. It is considered ‘rude’.” She drew out the word to hammer her point home.
“A faux pas, eh?” She nodded. “Well, I’d still like to be called Doctor.”
“Hmph!”
“Is there something you were going to tell me? Is ZEKE’s skeleton finished?”
“Yes, to answer your first question, and no. I detest your monstrous mechanical beasts…”
“Well, to be fair, this ‘mechanical beast’ was initially Miller’s idea…” Cécile rolled her eyes and muttered something about ‘that Monsieur Miller’. “Ahem, what is it you need?”
“Monsieur Snake wanted me to give you this,” she chirped, handing over a frayed piece of paper.
Huey looked over it. Drawn on it was a crude sketch of an astronaut. The pencil strokes were heavy in some parts, light in others. Very uneven, as if the artist were inexperienced, but the form was impressive. It was a simple gesture drawing—just the bare lines with no value—but the subject was indeed very coherent. He furrowed his brow at the mysterious gift. Snake wanted him to have this?
Looking up, the engineer noticed the Frenchwoman had already flitted away. She obviously didn’t like him very much, but for what reason, he was left to wonder.
Later that day, he encountered Miller, who continued to speak very stiffly with him. By the looks of his cross-armed posture, he was probably still turned off by the badly-timed meeting when Huey was receiving that massage from the boss. Every time since then that they had crossed paths, Miller seemed to bristle. It was clear he had an unspoken problem with the man.
“Emmerich, ZEKE’s ready for outer plating. Next phase of assembly has started.”
“That’s great news! We’ve made such amazing progress, and so fast. I feel like I should take the team out for drinks, but we don’t have a bar.”
“Not yet,” Miller muttered. “Is there anything I need to know?”
Huey thought for a moment. That sketch from Snake…
“No,” he said simply. With that, the blond man whisked away.
Shortly after lunch, Huey was approached by Amanda, with Chico not far behind. She seemed on edge, but that was just how she operated. She held a lit cigarette in her hand.
“Hello, Amanda. Hi, Chico. Do you need something?”
“Yes. The boss had something he wanted me to tell you.”
“Oh, my-... What is it this time?”
“He looked at your robot, and he thinks it’s fantástico.”
“Thank god.” Huey relaxed. “Where is he?”
“Coming back from a mission with Miller in a few. Zadornov again.” She flicked a bit of ash off the end of her smoke. “He also said to tell you to speak to him personally.” The engineer winced at that.
“About what?” She shrugged, exaggerating the movement as if being facetious.
“Cigarette?” Chico’s ears perked up behind her.
“I never smoke right after I eat lunch.”
“Suit yourself, Doc. Adiós.”
“Nice seeing you.” Huey waved to Chico, who grinned at him, and they parted ways.
Back to his room.
All by his lonesome, the engineer once again examined the sketch he was given earlier. Did Snake draw this? Never would he have thought the rough-and-tough legendary soldier had a penchant for art. And here, instead, he was singlehandedly taking down gargantuan machines. “What a waste.” He set it face down on his desk. Surprised to see some writing he hadn’t noticed before on the backside, he looked closer. It read, scrawled in the same uneven pencil:
“Sorry about the other night. Snake”
So Snake was just as hung up on that as he was, huh? Huey pushed the crinkled paper to the side and rubbed his face. A slow, foreboding creak from the door opening derailed his thoughts. He broke a cold sweat, looking over his shoulder cautiously.
“Huey,” Big Boss spoke softly.
“...Hello, Snake.” The soldier strode over and sat in a spare chair. “You wanted to speak to me?”
“I… hnngh…”
“I like your drawing. You did that just for me?”
“Yeah… you mentioned working at NASA.”
“Briefly, yes.”
“And that movie you like…”
“2001: A Space Odyssey?” Huey perked up immediately.
“That one. The men like to put on movie nights and I tried to watch it with them. Didn’t understand much of it.” The engineer had seen the broken, beat-up reel-to-reel projector. It was a miracle it still worked.
“Really? Did you like it??”
“Well, I don’t really watch a lot of movies… I guess I did. The effects were great... I drew that after.”
“You’re very talented,” Huey murmured, looking at Snake with a doe-eyed face.
“Thanks. I don’t sketch very often.”
“I like it a lot. Thank you, Snake.”
They looked at each other through the silent awkwardness. Huey spoke up.
“The other night, that wasn’t your fault. It was mine.”
“No, I shouldn’t have tried to…”
“Hey, I liked it! I just got shy. And I just… I…”
“You what?”
“Well… I don’t think I’m…”
“Queer?” Snake asked.
“...That. I really did like it, but I backed out.”
“Words don’t define a man. Would you look at me and say, ‘He’s a queer’?”
“What? No, I- Well…” Huey glanced over him. “You just don’t fit the bill…” Snake scowled.
“And you do? What’s really the difference? What does it even matter in the first place anyway?”
“Of course it matters! I’d be laughed at even more if people called me that!”
“You know damn well no one will laugh at you here. Besides, I won’t tell anyone about what happened.”
“Really?” The engineer’s eyes were wide.
“There’s no reason to. And it doesn’t have to be a ‘thing’. Just a friendly exchange.”
“Friends don’t kiss each others’ stomachs.” Huey crossed his arms.
“Only if you think that dully,” Snake chuffed.
The soldier placed a hand on his cheek.
“I want you to feel good. But if it’s really that big a deal, I’ll leave you alone, and I’ll never speak of it again.” Huey looked at him with a hangdog expression. His pupils were so large, they rendered his green irises barely visible.
“No,” he gurgled. “No, I want to do more with you.”
Snake smiled gently and pressed his forehead against Huey’s. He leaned forward, meeting the engineer’s lips. It was a very brief, innocent kiss, but it left Huey tingling. His skin buzzed where the boss kissed, and then kissed again, and again. He closed his eyes, succumbing to an increasing flurry of gentle pecks.
Snake moved to his neck cautiously, slowing himself down. Though the volume decreased, the contact wrought plenty of soft gasps from his sensitive throat.
“S-Snake…” The boss ceased for a moment.
“Huh?”
“Did you watch it for me?”
“What?” He moved to face him again.
“The movie… Did you watch it just for me?”
“...I did. Suggested it to the staff.”
Huey pulled Snake into a passionate kiss, whimpering into his lips. He trembled, obviously yet to gain complete confidence.
“You like that movie that badly, huh?” he chuckled, pulling away. Huey tugged him right back, resuming what he started. Snake had never seen him this assertive. He managed to turn his head and pressed his lips against Huey’s cheek. “You know, that makes you a nerd.”
“Then… that makes you a nerd-lover.”
Snake grinned and nipped his jaw, getting a whine out of him. “Damn right.”
The engineer closed his eyes and mewled as a warm, wet tongue dragged up his throat.
“Um… I feel better about doing this stuff with you,” he moaned. “Thanks, Snake.”
“I’m just happy to make you happy.”
“Are you- mmh, are we going to go further?” Huey was shoving his hand between his thighs, failing miserably at being subtle.
“Say the word.”
“Y-Yeah, I-I, yeah…” Snake’s tongue made it hard for him to form a sentence. “Yes, I want to…!”
Snake had Huey flat on his mattress in record time. He loomed over the smaller man, taking a moment to appreciate the view of him flat on his back once again, as well as his flushed cheeks.
“Hi…” The boss reached for his glasses, but Huey stopped him. “I’d like to keep them on, please.”
“Okay. But they might get in the way.”
“I want to see you, though.”
Snake nodded. “I hope you aren’t planning to keep the rest on.”
“Goodness, no!” Huey giggled. “...Can you take them off me?”
“Certainly, Princess.”
The engineer exhaled delicately as his shirt’s buttons were undone carefully yet excitedly. His tank slid up his chest, pushed by two experienced hands. Swiftly, he was stripped bare from the waist up. Even his watch was unbuckled and gingerly pulled off of his wrist. Snake peppered kisses against his skin, beard mingling with the hairs on his belly. Huey’s stomach trembled under the gentle caress.
“You’re ridiculously good…”
“I haven’t even done anything.” Huey closed his eyes and softly groaned. “No one’s ever touched you like this, huh?”
“N-Never… I’ve missed out on… so much…”
“Ever had a proper first kiss?” Snake’s question received an embarrassing length of silence.
“...Not before this. Wait, are you-” Before the engineer could finish his query, Snake’s mouth crashed against his, effectively silencing his words—but not the throaty whines that replaced them. He relaxed slowly, letting himself be kissed. Snake held his position for a good ten seconds, and then pulled back.
He could swear he saw stars in Huey’s eyes.
“I wanna go all the way, Snake.” The boss’s eyebrows raised slightly. Huey didn’t exactly know what ‘all the way’ would entail, but right now, it was the one thing he desired most.
“Okay. I’ll go slow, though. Tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”
“M-Mhmm…”
The soldier kissed down Huey’s front again, unthreading his belt and unbuttoning his cargo pants. He shimmied them halfway down his thighs. A lump about the size of a kiwifruit bulged through his dark navy blue boxers.
“I’m sorry… I’m not very big down there at all.”
Snake didn’t hesitate to taste the fruit. He pressed his open mouth against it, wetting the fabric. A desperate and pathetic mewl ripped from Huey’s voice box. The warm dampness felt so good, it set his nerves on fire. Lightning bolts shot up his spine to his quickly discombobulating brain.
Huey slapped the boss’s head weakly, trying to push him off. Snake pulled his lips off of Huey’s overstimulated, undersized, twitching package. His chest rose and sank rapidly.
“Too much… Too good…”
“Relax, Doc. How’s this?” Snake asked, lightly dragging his fingertips over it.
“Close to godly,” he breathed. “F-Fuh…”
“Go on.”
“Fffuck, Snake…” Huey’s voice became sultrier and sultrier the more comfortable he got.
“Attaboy!”
A few minutes went by. Nothing in Snake’s movements changed. The engineer’s head started turning.
“Snake… Snake, I think I’m getting close…”
“Already?” he asked. “I guess I’ll have to handle you with extra care, then.”
His fingers stopped in favor of his thumb, which adopted a slow, circular stroke pattern around where he guessed Huey’s ‘other’ head was. Though Snake took great effort to edge him, his body shuddered deeply, his face contorted, and he unceremoniously came. The little thing pulsed proudly, caulking the minute space between his boxers and his skin with warm sperm.
“I’m s-s-sorry…” The boss rolled his eye.
“Shut up, Huey. It’s not something to apologize for.”
“S-sorr… um… Alright, Snake.” He shook a bit, breathless and humiliated by the fact that he came only from his thumb. “Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me either, Doc. I’m gonna take your underwear off now.”
“Wait… I want you to take your shirt off first.”
Snake paused but heeded, pulling his fatigue top over his head. He didn’t bother to unbutton himself so slowly and intimately, like how he had done Huey. A little bit disappointing, but who was he to say that?
Once again, Huey’s eyes beheld the blissful sight of beautiful brown hair. It took the vague shape of an hourglass, blossomed across his upper torso. It tapered into a delicious trail down his middle, over his abdomen, and flared out again below his navel. Soon he would get to see even lower. Sitting up, he reached forth and pressed his palms flush against the soldier’s heaving, powerful chest. A squeeze for good measure. His thumbs brushed over Snake’s erect, dark salmon red nipples. The quiet ‘hmmm’ he earned out of his gravelly throat was enough to get him hard five times over.
Snake let him touch all he wanted, but did not remove his pants. Dissatisfied by this, Huey had to mentally scold himself for his impatience. He sat back on his elbows as the boss tugged down and removed his boxers and pants. The engineer laid bare before him, save his socks. Rough palms graced his skin again, sliding up from his knees to his collarbone, then down again to his hips. Snake stopped and stared at Huey’s prick so hard, he possibly could have burnt a second hole into it.
“It’s not gonna pleasure itself…” Huey covered his mouth bashfully, surprised at his own gall. He looked up at the boss from underneath heavy eyelids.
“I’ve never seen a dick this small,” Snake admitted, shooting down his cockiness instantly. Huey just about died hearing that. “...It’s cute.” Those last two words resuscitated him from certain death by embarrassment. Something about the way he said it made his most sensitive part shiver.
“M… Thanks…”
The boss dipped his head down to lick up the now-cool globs of opaque, wet white. A moan slipped out of Huey before his tongue even made contact. A pair of dutiful lips efficiently cleaned him up. Powerful thighs straddled his own.
Snake paused, towering on his knees over the frail engineer. His brow furrowed, as if he were thinking very seriously about something. This stoic look was one he usually wore, but this time Huey had to ask why.
“What is it?”
“...Before we go any further, I have to show you something.”
What did he mean? Show him what? Huey didn’t know Snake so very well so far, but they were at a point where he could only wonder what possibly could be holding them back now.
The boss breathed out deep and heavy. Huey held his. His rough hands fumbled with his belt, unbuckling but not bothering to completely remove it. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs under his pants waist and pushed down. A pause. Hesitant continuation. Huey’s question was finally answered. It was the same beautiful, rich brown all the way to the thick bush of hair covering Snake’s pubic mound. A much more confusing (and a bit disconcerting) thing, though, was that his ‘equipment’ seemed to be missing. No, a closer look disputed that initial observation. It wasn’t missing, it was the wrong set entirely. Stupidly, before his mouth could catch up with his brain, the engineer blurted out:
“Where’s your pecker at?”
The idiot slapped himself on the forehead.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s fine. Is this okay?”
“...Yes. Were you expecting me to turn you down?”
“Yeah,” Snake coughed. “My dick’s right here. Want a better look?” Huey nodded rapidly, mouth hanging open. The soldier noted his upper teeth jutting down so enticingly from under his lip. His hand ventured between his legs to spread his folds carefully. His dick was a swollen, pink little nub and a hood of loose skin covering a short, fat shaft, about an inch or so wide. Adjusting his spectacles, Huey took a closer look, drinking in the sight. He finally registered the situation in his head.
“I’ve never seen something like this… you were a woman before?”
“No.”
“Then how-”
“I was just—” he paused, “—born in the wrong body.”
“...I know how that feels.”
“Are you gonna do something?”
Huey jumped at the command and lifted a hand to press a thumb to the head of Snake’s engorged little cock.
“Yours is even smaller than mine…” The engineer’s ego inflated three times its size at the realization. He felt sort of giddy, almost lightheaded.
“Shut up… it’s big for my kind of dick,” he grumbled. Huey chortled softly. “Now put some effort into it.”
This was new to him, but he didn’t care. He said “all the way”, and he meant it. Hands trembling, he rubbed his thumb up and down Snake’s dick. Obviously, he wasn’t doing very well, because Snake grabbed his hand and guided him to do it differently.
“Between your pointer and your thumb. Like that,” he directed.
Once Huey got the hang of it, the soldier was practically melting. He’d never seen his boss this way, and he loved it. He squeezed experimentally, and Snake put a hand on the back of Huey’s head. He looked up curiously, like a dog waiting for a treat—or a command. The boss peered right back down at him, a lecherous gleam in his eye.
“Use your mouth.”
Huey grabbed the boss’s strong arms and pulled himself up. Once positioned right, he did not hesitate. The engineer pressed his lips to Snake’s straining, pink erection and kissed. His tongue slipped out, brushing against it. Flesh grazed wet flesh. Huey suckled his dick gently. The boss grunted and petted his hair. “Good.” He fondled the hood of skin that covered Snake’s shaft with his tongue. Fingers dug into his scalp. “Really good.”
“God damn,” Snake purred dizzily. Huey hummed softly against him, lapping his own saliva off of the soft, erect tissue. Strong hips shuddered against his mouth. Fingers gripped his hair, which he found to feel a little pleasant. He didn’t dwell on that thought for long, interrupted by a loud, brief cry erupting from Snake’s throat.
Huey pushed his lips against his skin, feeling his entire frame shake. The engineer’s tongue did its best to prolong his orgasm. Ten seconds passed, and the boss finally dropped limp on Huey’s stagnant legs.
“I did good?”
“Fucking prime,” Snake snarled into Huey’s lips, shoving him back down against the mattress. The engineer whimpered as he fell and succumbed to Snake’s “reward”. Ravenous kisses turned into bites and licks, wrenching squeak after squeal out of Huey.
“H-Hahh, Snake-! Slow down, I can’t take it!” Incessantly squirming, he dug his nails into the soldier’s skin. Snake’s mouth traveled down, as if he suddenly realized Huey had a line of targets painted on his skin. He left a conspicuous trail of red marks on the pale, fuzzy chest beneath him. “M… Ev-Everyb-body’s going to see… My neck…”
“Poison rash from the trees.”
“But I haven’t been on the mainland…”
“Shhh,” Snake coaxed, biting Huey’s belly, moving down to nip the seam between his thigh and stomach. The engineer gasped meekly. His cock jumped eagerly, waiting for its turn.
The boss pulled away for a moment to completely remove his pants. Huey’s head spun though he was laying still. A comfortable buzz bounced around his dizzy mind.
His eyes shot open as wide as dinner plates. Snake was positioning himself over Huey, getting ready to sit on his prick.
“W-W-Wait, wait, wait…! Wuh…”
Away went the engineer’s coherence as he felt warm, wet tightness around his worst-prize dick. All the air vacated from his lungs, and he found it hard to breathe regularly anymore. Snake pressed his palms against his hyperventilating chest, cajoling him gently. His pussy contracted around Huey, who could only gargle weakly in response.
“Feel good?” Huey nodded frantically. “Good.”
The engineer finally found his voice again, fumbling with his words. “M- Ah- If- If- If-”
Snake shushed his warm lips. “Slowly.”
“If- If I c-come in you-?”
“You’d better,” he growled. That sound in his throat alone made Huey twitch.
“B-B-But-”
“Shut up. Nothing will happen, I can guarantee it.” The trembling man’s lower lip quivered. “I’m sterile.”
Nodding again, less nervously, Huey tried to relax, but his face was searing itself from the inside out. He swallowed thickly.
“Can you… try moving?”
“You don’t have much to move on, but yeah.”
The soldier rocked his powerful hips forward, trying not to let the engineer’s tiny cock slip out of him. Huey could barely cease making noises with Snake bracing his warm palms on his belly.
“I-I never thought I…”
Snake shushed him, slowing down his pace. “Just enjoy yourself.”
Huey’s mouth quivered again, as if he were about to let out a sob. “Thank you, Snake…”
His eyes skirted up, irises dipping underneath his upper eyelids. He choked out a moan.
“Hold it in, Doc… Feels better that way.”
Snake slid his hands up Huey’s body, which prompted him to instinctively lay his own on top. Eyes closed, their hands moved in tandem. Fingers entwined intimately. The simple touch grounded Huey. His breath grew less erratic, and his wild heartbeat calmed. He swallowed hard and tried to still his nervous throat.
“I didn’t think I’d ever get to share this with someone else,” he croaked.
“It’s not like you’re out of time. You still have a road ahead of you.”
“I know, but… nobody’s ever shown any sort of interest in me…” A shaky gasp slipped out of him. “People are only interested in my brain. My work.”
“You’re more than that.” The boss stopped moving entirely and pushed Huey’s hands down next to his head. “You’re a wonderful human being, Huey.”
“I wonder how true that is. I’m a wonderful ‘tool’ to everybody else,” his voice crackled.
“You have a place here in MSF. If the staff don’t make you feel appreciated, I will.” Snake thought for a moment, looking deep into Huey’s eyes. “I’ll make you feel loved.”
His own eye raked down the engineer’s body until his gaze reached his own.
“…For now, I’m gonna make you feel something else.”
“Okay…”
Snake began moving his body again, sitting upright once again. Their hands remained clasped to one another. Huey made soft, quiet whines, shutting his eyes.
“Ready to let go?”
“Y-Yeah. Make me…”
The boss grunted in acknowledgement and picked up the pace, riding Huey as best he could. He brought the other man’s hands to his hips. The engineer squeezed gently, feeling the soft skin and flesh there squish. What he wouldn’t give to be able to move his own hips up just a little bit right now…
“Mn, fuck… Snake, I-I’m going to… you know…”
“Say it. Don’t be shy.”
“I’m… I’m g-gonna come.”
“Good… Good boy.” Those two words paired together pushed him right over the edge. All the tension coiled in his belly released at once, like a spring.
“Hnn… keep going, Snake… Snake, ohh, S-Snake! Snake! Hnrk!”
Snake shoved his hips down hard, his sensitive hole constricting its leaking prey. Huey shot into him weakly, wetting his already-slick pussy.
“What was that noise?” he chuckled. Huey frowned nervously.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“No, it was cute. Do you make that sound every time you come?”
“N-No…” Huey’s face suddenly became much hotter (if that was even possible), but for some reason, he didn’t hate it. Actually, the thought of someone else knowing things about his sexual habits was incredibly titillating. “Sometimes, though, I squeak like a mouse…”
“Heh…” Snake imagined that to himself. “Well, you did good.”
The soldier pulled up and off, and Huey’s now-flaccid piece dropped with a tiny thump. Snake’s thighs were dripping, but he made no effort to wipe them. Instead, he laid next to the engineer, putting an arm and a leg around him.
“You’re warm.”
“So are you, Doc. Needed that, huh?”
“You don’t even know…” He stared up at the ceiling of his room. “Gosh, I wonder what Miller would think if he walked in. Like the other day. He’d probably hate me…”
“Nah, he was just sore he was missing out on some special attention.”
Huey turned his head to look at Snake. “What, he was just jealous? But he’s been so short with me lately… I thought he was, um… a straight shooter? He’s always with the female staff.”
“Kaz is… not very picky. Maybe we should do this with him sometime. Get you back on his good side, huh?”
“Wh-What… Really? He’d want to do it with me?”
“Probably. I’ve caught him staring at you before.”
Huey blushed. He’d think about that incessantly later. “We’ll… We’ll have to ask him sometime, then.”
His arms found themselves wrapped around Snake, embracing him warmly.
They laid together in silence for a while. The boss was dozing off, quietly snoring by now. Huey nudged him with his head.
“Snake,” he asked softly.
“Mm… Yeah, Doc?”
“I want a rematch.”
“Muh…?”
“When you slammed me into the ground. I want a rematch.”
“You know I’ll still beat your ass in a heartbeat.”
“That match wasn’t entirely fair.”
“Really? And how should we rectify that?”
“Next time…” Huey’s hand drifted down Snake’s naked, sweat-covered body. “...I want your legs tied.”
“Deal.” The boss grabbed Huey’s thin blanket and wiped his soiled thighs off with it. “Back to work?”
“Not this time…”
The engineer removed his glasses and put them on the nightstand.
Finally, he grabbed the cover and pulled it over their warm, entwined bodies.
Huey’s cheek rested against Snake’s, and together, they fell asleep.