The blonde pushed further, tongue invading Snake's mouth. This was more exhilarating than the adrenalin rush of combat, more delicious than victory. He imprinted Snake's mouth into his memory forever, mapping everything with his tongue.

For a heartbeat, Snake insanely returned the kiss. It was a natural reaction, it somehow felt right to react in turn. A blunt thought of What the fuck am I DOING? Tugged him back to reality and plugged a fist into the side of Ocelot's face.

The Major sat back on his heels. He spat blood into the grass next to him, laughing.

"Good. I didn't expect you to give in that easily." He threw a punch at Snake. It hit him slightly above his jaw line, lacking the same impact that Snake seemed capable of achieving. Despite this, the battle was causing his stamina to slowly dwindle. The stealth agent shook his head a couple of times and tried his best to push back a slight daze attempting to overcome him.

Ocelot pressed his body against Snake's, who was at this point half-sitting, half-propping himself up. The weight of the other man's body threw him back to ground-level. He grabbed Snake's chin forcefully, kissing his mouth hard enough to bruise both of them. He must have holstered his gun at some point; Snake could feel Ocelot's other hand running down the side of his chest.

Snake went for his knife again, working with extreme difficulty to make the most of his combat tactics with another body on top of him. He went for Ocelot's neck, instead sinking it into the other man's arm. He was close enough to hear a hiss of pain from Ocelot. The intimacy suddenly struck him as bizarrely comforting, knowing that he could hear every noise uttered by the other man.

"If I let you keep doing that…" Ocelot whispered against the side of Snake's mouth, "Will you let me fuck you?"

"What?" Snake uttered, completely lost at this point.

Ocelot paused. Did Snake really have no idea what he wanted? It made sense in a way, given the background that he probably came from. Ocelot would be just as lost if he didn't have the horrible influence of Volgin and others just as twisted to contend with.

"What…does fucking mean?" Snake spat the words at him. "Taking? Penetrating?"

Snake's knife was suddenly against the blonde man's throat. This might be it. He might die for his foolish actions.

Ocelot frowned, he was so close that Snake could feel his face muscles move into the position. "It means to give as well."

The knife inched closer to Ocelot's neck; he could feel it ever-so-lightly pressing against his flesh.

"Will this lead to death or…"

He risked kissing Snake's cheek softly.

"Other, more….exhilarating things?"

This tender brush of lips against skin introduced Snake to the most prominent distraction of all: curiosity. The kiss was so tender, a peace offering in its own right. Was the other man offering an equal, temporary relinquishment on both ends? How would he know if he didn't at least give Ocelot a chance? This could, after all, turn into something beneficial.

Cautiously, slowly, he lowered the knife and sheafed it.

Ocelot smiled. Snake taming was not an easy business, but he was making progress. It would have been much easier to reveal everything about himself to Snake, all of his secrets. Regrettably, it was still a bit too early for that in their game of bloody politics.

He sucked on Snake's neck, causing him to gasp. Snake had a sinking feeling, as if he were slowly going under and Ocelot was the only thing to hold on to. He awkwardly wrapped his arm around the other man's back, hand grasping his shirt collar.

Ocelot felt himself gaining the advantage in this situation. He would torture Snake with pleasure until he gave away all of his secrets. It would be a wonderful victory.

The blonde unbuttoned his shirt, removing it. He pressed his body against Snake's, savoring the heat of another warm body.

Snake punched him. Ocelot fell to the side, confounded.

"What the hell was that about?" Snake balked at him.

"All WHAT about?"

"Y'know….taking your shirt off."

"That's…what usually happens."

Snake stared at him, unblinking.

"With…sex."

"Oh yeah. Right….." Snake glanced away from Ocelot, a flustered expression on his face.

"What's the big deal? You run around shirtless all the time anyway! Wait…have you never…" Ocelot looked at him in disbelief. How had a man with his incredible, rugged good looks never engaged in intercourse?

Snake looked at him, face deadpan. "Have you?"

"Uhhh…no." He'd certainly seen it though. Walking in on Volgin and Raikov had been, by far, one of the most horrible things that he had ever witnessed. Which was saying a lot. He'd certainly seen his share of horrible things in his 19 years of life.

"Wow….that was horrible." He looked down at the forest floor for a few heartbeats. "But this will be much better!" He looked up, face beaming with thoughts of their upcoming exploits.

"What was….never mind." Then Snake smiled at him. Actually smiled, and it was one of the most warm and welcoming things that Ocelot had seen in a while. Snake's expression seemed to completely counteract all thoughts of his horrible encounter with Volgin's escapades.

"Well, alright then. Time for sex." Snake undid the belt clips on his survival pack, removing it. He unzipped his pants and tugged them off.

"Wow." The Major gave him a lopsided smile. It was all he could do not to squeal like a schoolgirl. He suddenly noticed the spot where a bullet had grazed the other man earlier. He hadn't meant to actually shoot Snake, but he occasionally had a habit of getting a bit too caught up in the heat of battle. Just like the other wound that he'd inflicted on Snake in the torture room, one that was much more permanent. He pushed the horrible thought to the back of his mind, trying not to let guilt get the better of him.

Ocelot leaned over Snake, grabbing his injured left arm. The spot his bullet had grazed didn't look too serious, but it was bleeding. He licked the wound. Snake shuddered.

"You taste good." He placed his lips around the wound, sucking on it.

"That's….NOT the proper way to dress a wound…" Snake groaned.

"You taste really good." He licked a trail up Snake's arm, kissed his neck, his lips. Tried not to look at his eye patch, guilt his only dark anchor in a sea of ecstasy. Tried to think of nothing but touching the other man. He straddled Snake's body. Meeting hip-to-hip, he discovered that Snake felt just as excited about this situation as he did. The knowledge left him with a strange feeling of relief.

"Uhhmm….let me help you with those pants." Snake felt between their bodies for Ocelot's belt. He unbuckled and unzipped the blonde man's pants, and tugged them partway down. Ocelot finished removing them.

He looked down at Snake's boots, which were, at the moment, the only thing that he was wearing. Snake followed his gaze.

"Figured I'd leave the boots on. Got my pants off just fine."

"Um. Sure." The Spetsnaz soldier was feeling more-than-a-little nervous, but couldn't let it get to him. He had to keep the upper hand in this situation.

If, that was, he still had the upper hand in this situation. He couldn't really tell anymore, the urge to be inside of Snake was overriding the more delicate aspects of his thought process.

Ocelot reached into a pocket on his pants (which were currently lying in a crumpled pile next to him) and pulled out a small bottle. He uncorked it and dripped a small amount of the contents onto his palm.

"What's that?" Snake questioned.

"Lubricant."

"Where'd you get…?"

"It's better to leave some questions unanswered." He rubbed the lube onto himself, trying his best not think of where he'd stolen it from. He'd originally confiscated it for his own personal needs and curiosity, not imagining that he'd have someone else to share it with. He grasped Snake with the same hand, coating him with lube.

"Wow…that feels really good…" Snake writhed at his touch. Ocelot savored the sight of him, naked and receiving so much pleasure from his actions.

"Snake, wrap your legs around my neck."

"Okay…..why?"

"So I can look at you while I fuck you."

Snake frowned. "Why would you want to do that?"

Ocelot just looked at him.

"Fine, whatever, "the stealth agent muttered. "You're the expert on this."

Was that a hint of sarcasm in Snake's voice? He didn't really care. The other man did as requested, lifting his hips off the ground and wrapping his calves around Ocelot's neck.

"Are you ready Snake?" He grasped Snake once more, caressing him.

"Uh, sure…" He gave the other man a half-lidded expression, "Just…keep touching me like that….it feels good…"

Ocelot slipped one finger inside of Snake, then another. His partner moaned, writhing under him. He couldn't take it any longer, Ocelot removed his fingers and immediately pushed inside of him.

"I wonder if it always feels this tight…" Ocelot breathed, sliding deeper inside of him, "…this good?..."

His partner gasped and jerked under him, riding multiple sensations of Ocelot inside and outside his body. Snake moved in time with him, sweat-slicked leaves crunching under his back. Ocelot pumped Snake's member and his body with equal vehemence.

"Okay…." Snake moaned under him between thrusts, "I think…..I understand how this works now…."

In one swift movement Snake threw Ocelot to the ground with his legs, twisting behind him and pinning his partner's arms behind his back.

"OW!...hey….?" He remarked helplessly, struggling with equal hopelessness. His arms were at an angle where it hurt to move, but he still gave it his all. Despite the sudden, jarring switch in positions, he realized his physical arousal seemed to be holding up just fine. If anything, the sharp pain was only making him more excited, which was not something that he'd planned on.

Snake leaned in close, pressing his mouth against the captive man's ear. He felt Ocelot wriggling in his grasp, body pinned underneath him.

"You know…I don't need to look at you while I fuck you."

To be concluded!