Hal was just working on his computer, minding his own business when suddenly, warm, rough hands enveloped him. They stroked his hips gently, stirring him in a way he swore he would never feel again.
No, this couldn't be real! Hal shouted internally, trying to tear away from the arms that caressed him. A bristly head set on his shoulders as the arms regained their entrapment of him.
No, no, no, this was all wrong! He couldn't feel this way, he promised himself that this wouldn't happen again. Besides, Dave didn't feel for him like that. And he never would. Hal thought morosely, slouching as much as he could with the strong arms holding him in a vice-like grip.
"Stop worrying." A rough voice commanded, Hal knew it was Dave by his voice alone.
"But I know you don't-" Hal half-shouted before one of Snake's hands silenced him.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't." Dave murmured, purring softly.
Sweet, sweet bliss coursed through Otacon as Dave slid across his body, being both rugged and graceful in movement. He traced Hal's cheekbones, leaving flourishing blush in its wake. Soon enough hot flashes consumed Hal who begged and pleaded for the fulfillment of his desires.
Then it stopped.
The warmth fled, replaced with that oh so familiar concern.
He swiveled in his chair to see Dave retreating towards the bedroom.
"Wait, why did you stop?" Hal called, voice rough and desperate with want.
Snake looked back with amused eyes.
"I've had my fill, I'm going to bed." Dave said flatly, slowly turning the doorknob, "Besides, I think I'll take this one slow for a change." He chuckled, shutting the door softly behind him.
Hal turned back around, sulky and frustrated. So he decided to pout.
Dave was such a tease.