He grabbed a mass of brown hair in his fist forcefully, the revolver pressed dangerously at the other`s neck as he forced him to look him in his eyes, "got what you wanted?"
Snake grunted and tried to pull away his hair from the other`s grasp, the immediacy of the contact was killing him, not to mention that the blood getting lost from his leg was draining him. Nonetheless, he kept his eyes locked with the other pair, narrowing them to gain focus. The mud beneath his knees was staining his pants, the pain was getting unbearable.
Ocelot moved the nose of the revolver away, making sure that the other was in no condition to fight back. He was angrier at himself for letting that happen, but even the most solid of soldiers needed to be taught a lesson, even if that meant that the pain was not only directed to them. Now looking in the depth of those eyes, he sensed the other struggling not to lose consciousness as his breath snagged.
"Good job boys," Ocelot shouted to the Spetsnaz squad behind them, waiting for his orders, "return to your posts immediately, I'll be able to handle him." There was only a fraction of a doubtful delay before all of the soldiers dispersed away, leaving the two in the middle of the wrecked and abandoned facility where Sokolov had once been kept. Once sure that no one was watching, Ocelot released his hold on his hair and laid him down on the dirt, "what the fuck were you thinking?" his voice was full of frustration as he ran the same hand through his own hair.
"I…" Snake tried to get up into a sitting position. Ocelot stood there and watched with clenched teeth, unable to lower his sense of worth enough to help him, but he doubted even if he would have offered the older might have accepted. Successfully leaning onto the rubble of a broken wall, Snake looked down at his leg; all of the fabric was covered in blood. "I didn`t have time."
Ocelot furrowed his eyebrows as he bent down to observe the other`s wounded limb, he pressed two fingers near the spot where the bullet had hit, earning a pained hiss from the other. "you shouldn`t have fought the whole Ocelot unit on your own, why didn`t you damn wait for me?" He was getting more and more frustrated. Looking down at his bloodied up hand, he asked, "Do you have any bandages?"
Snake knew he was fainting but he strained against it, he couldn`t fall in front of the blonde, no more than he already had. He knew he had no bandages, no weapons, and he wanted to voice out the words but he couldn`t find the strength. The face nearing him kept flying out of sight and at last he had to give in to the reality, he couldn`t hold on for any longer.
Ocelot grunted and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. This was expected, if only Snake hadn`t been such and ass and trusted him, he could have been able to provide him an access to the legacy. All that was needed was patience and time, both of which were lacking at the moment. He had told Snake that he could help him only if he stopped being restless, but that`s what he was, restless. And that`s what the pale soldier liked about him. A small ironic smile appeared on Ocelot`s sharp features as he opened his eyes to look down at the peaceful face, trying hard to shake the thought away as quickly as it had come.
He opened his eyes to the dark surroundings; the only source of light was coming from the fireplace at the side and the slight light coming in from the window behind him. He was in Sokolov`s room. As he tried to sit up, a sharp pain coursed through his whole leg, making him wince.
"how`s your leg?" the quiet voice had come from the far corner, Snake looked up to meet the two orbs glistening in the moonlight. The gaze was penetrating. He watched the owner of those eyes spin a revolver between his fingers. He was leaned against the far wall; Snake noticed the absence of his shirt when he looked down at his vested chest.
He looked down at his leg to find it wrapped in some thick fabric, "it's… uh… better." Snake succeeded in pulling himself up and said with slight difficulty. There was silence for a few moments, the only sounds coming were the soft clicking of the gun as it danced in Ocelot`s grip. Then Snake asked, "Did you carry me all the way here?"
"no." the clicking continued, a hint of sarcasm in the pale`s voice, "I made the GRU do it for me."
Snake frowned.
"Of course I did it, who else?"
It was getting awkward for Snake to carry out a conversation without having been able to see the other`s face properly because the dim light was making it awfully hard for him to focus. "Why are you still here?"
Ocelot took a few steps forward, the clicking sound stopped just as he placed the revolver back in its holder, wrong once but then in its proper place. "I couldn`t have let you rot here all alone, could I? if there`s gonna be some fun, I might as well witness it." he neared Snake and crouched down beside him, his flawless face completely visible in the light coming in from the window. Ocelot took out a breath and Snake could feel it on his face because of the proximity. A chill ran through his spine as Ocelot held out his hand, Snake looked down at his outstretched fingers and took the boss`s bandana from him, their fingers brushing ever so slightly.
When Ocelot backed away, Snake let out a breath he didn`t know he had been holding. He looked down at his bandana and sighed, remembering that he had dropped it while fighting an ocelot soldier. Snake looked up at the soldier standing a few feet away, his back facing him. He couldn`t help but ask, since the weather was not that hot and the other was standing near the burning flames "why aren`t you wearing your shirt?"
He noticed Ocelot`s body visibly stiffen but his voice was indifferent, as he spoke without turning around, "what do you expect is wrapped around your wound?"
"Why didn`t you use mine?" Snake asked after a short pause in which he glanced down at his leg.
Ocelot turned around, slowly, and glared at Snake, "since you have failed to notice, I don`t have a habit out of taking off shirts of unconscious men."
An amused smile appeared on Snake`s lips as he shrugged lightly and let the matter go. Ocelot narrowed his eyes at him but didn`t say anything either. He turned forwards again, slightly aware of the gaze on his back. It was only a matter of time before Ocelot turned again and sighed, "you better take some rest, I`ve arranged the medicines to be brought tomorrow morning."
"So you are going to be staying here for the night?" Snake watched as Ocelot sat down in front of him.
There was a small pause, "once and for real." Ocelot smirked lightly, "yeah I'm staying here." Snake narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, that made the other let out a low chuckle, "I've made myself clear of my intentions, I don`t do anything that involves stripping." Snake raised his eyebrows at him, Ocelot stared back defiantly. After a moment or so, when Snake was sure that Ocelot was not joking, he unbuttoned his own shirt too and took it off for sleeping. Ocelot got up and walked back to the corner that had been occupied by him before Snake had gotten up, while Snake placed his shirt at the side and let his head fall lightly to the floor. He adjusted his gaze up at the ceiling.
After a while of silence, the clicking of the revolver in Ocelot`s hand began again as he stood there leaned against the wall watching the injured soldier`s breathing become deep. These sounds rocked Snake to sleep as the other kept standing there wide awake, continuing to spin the gun as the night dragged on.