I love Metal Gear Solid so much

I'm off by a day…or two, but whatever, I never promised updates everyday or anything like that, yeah, I'm a complete bastard, I know.

I got laid, will hopefully get more this summer. I like sex.

"What are you doing?" Hal asked when he walked into the living room to find it covered in guns and filled with cigarette and cigar smoke, the air thick with the scent of gun oil, gunpowder, and metal.

Both John and David glanced up briefly at the man before going back to dismantling one of the many guns around them. "Cleaning the guns before debrief," one of them grumbled deeply, adding, "no more of this acquire on site shit we did for the government, we're freelance right now."

"Okay…" Hal said quietly, he'd never understand certain things, cleaning guns or even guns in general were on the top of the list, right along with David's bizarre sense of humor and how ramen was so cheap yet tasted so good. He decided it was better not to ask why they even bothered cleaning the guns before going on a mission if they were just going to get dirty again.

David stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor before standing. He walked over to Hal and wrapped his arms around him, leaning down to murmur in his ear. "We're cleaning and oiling them so there's less of a chance they'll jamb and one of us will end up dead."

"Oh," Hal said quietly, blushing deeply because he hadn't thought of such a simple and important reason to clean the guns. His blush deepened when David kissed him with a passionate tenderness that made him go weak in the knees. "You're dad's right there," he murmured when David pressed closer to him, deepening the kiss.

"Fuck him," David growled possessively, pushing Hal against the nearest wall, his leg slipping between the other man's thighs. "It's my house, I can do whatever I want, or whoever I want, wherever I want in it."

John stood and headed to the kitchen where Adam was currently sulking about Hal's inane rules, like no shot putting the DVDs or scratching at the furniture. He stripped off his shirt when he walked into the room and Adam backed away from him, for all the man loved his revolvers, he hated getting gun oil and powder on his clothes.

"Ah, to be young again," John laughed, leaning back against the counter when he heard a muffled cry from the living room followed by a rhythmic thumping. "Remember back when we would have spontaneous sex like that?"

"Oh, you mean like this morning, several times on the ship ride to the dock, and then once more before coming here by snowmobile?" Adam asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at John's pout. "No."

John slid closer to Adam, pulling the blonde against his strong chest, his once brown chest hair was now salt and pepper from age but no less of a turn on for Adam, who was just as smooth and hairless as he had been when they had first met on the Virtuous Mission in Russia. "Are you sure," John murmured, kissing his way slowly up and down the sharp shooter's neck.

"Oh shut up," Adam growled, leaning down to lick at John's chest, pausing on his descent down to gently scrape at a nipple with his teeth. Roughly, he grabbed John's crotch, squeezing until the man groaned in pain before giving a sharp twist, making John fall to his knees in pain, clutching at his groin. "I'm sure. Not in your son's kitchen."

John stayed in the fetal position he had taken after his crotch was released. "You could have just said no, you didn't have to castrate me," he gasped, both hands on his groin, knees clasped together, a pained look in his eyes.

"I did say no, you didn't listen to me. And I didn't castrate you, I still have use for that as long as you can get it up and keep it up," Adam smirked, helping John to his feet. He gave his husband a soft kiss before adding, "you should listen to me more often and things like this wouldn't happen."

xXx

"You two are definitely related," Adam said when he walked into the living room several hours later to find John and David hunched over a gun each, cigar and cigarettes hanging from lips again, both shirtless, chests streaked with sweat and oil. "What did I say?" He asked rhetorically, plucking the cigar from John's lips.

"Oh come on, why don't you take his away too?" John asked pitifully as he tried to grab his cigar from Adam who just glared at him before dropping it to the floor and putting it out with a sharp twist of his heel.

"He's not mine to take care of anymore nor is he nearly 70 years old or married to me," Adam said firmly and smirked when Hal walked into the room and removed the cigarette from David's lips scolding the man about how they were bad for his health. "He's his responsibility."

David looked up and glared at Adam. "I'm not a child," he growled, standing up to face the gunman. "I might be younger than you but I did almost kill you more than once."

"Sit down boy, you didn't nearly kill me, I let you live because I was in love with your father and he would never forgive me if I killed you," Adam sneered, his harboring a strong dislike of David. "And because of you this happened," he growled and ripped off his right glove, revealing a mechanical hand. "Thankfully I know a good doctor, and I can shoot as good as ever." With that said, he pulled out a revolver and began to spin it in his extravagant fashion.

"Maybe I should test you, like I did back in the old days," Adam growled and stopped spinning, he emptied out the gun, loading one bullet before pulling out two more of his revolvers. "I'm going to pull the trigger six times, there's only one shot, lets see how lucky you are, boy," he smirked and began to juggle the guns.

"Bring it on old man, you don't have what it takes to kill me," David growled, almost daring Adam to kill him.

"That's enough!" John roared, ripping the guns from Adam's hands, firing that one shot out the window. "I don't care what has happened between you two, but both of you will put it behind you before this goes any further. I am not going to choose between my husband or my son."

"He tried to kill me!" David and Adam yelled at the same time, pointing at each other in defense.

"And you both tried to kill me! But do you see me holding a grudge? No! You are my husband, and back in Russia when we first met, you knew of my feelings and still allowed me to be tortured, you also shot out my eye, forced me to jump off a cliff, switched Legacy's on me, and nearly blew me up! And you are my son, you opposed me, tried to kill me, nearly succeeded, and even after knowing that I was your father, clone or not, you still pulled a gun on me!" John snapped at the both of them, angry at the childish behavior. "But do you see me holding a grudge on either of you? Have I held either of you at gunpoint unless forced?"

Adam opened his mouth to say something, but a sharp glare from John stopped him. "Very well, I will work with the boy," he said to John, the turned to David. "After this mission is over, if we so feel the need, then we can settle this matter as two men in a duel, but until then we must work together," he said to David who gave a sharp nod in understanding.

"Good, debrief will be in the morning," John ordered after he had glanced out the window and noticed the sun was going down. "Do you have a guest room or anything here? It's a bit late to be heading back into town."

Hal chose that moment to speak up. "Yeah, up the stairs to the right, just put all of the…computer stuff and anime, in the closet. It was my room until I moved into David's…last night."

Woo, end of the chapter.

I'm listening to Gackt right now. He's fucking awesome, I love Redemption.