Snake did his best to reason out this situation:

He had grabbed Ocelot in his standard CQC fashion.

He had interrogated him to the best of his abilities.

Ocelot had developed a very noticeable erection.

What did you do in that kind of situation? He was already mentally chastising himself; he knew the Boss wouldn't have crumpled under such a situation. Surely this was just a savvy method of escaping capture on the Major's part.

Ocelot's mind overflowed with the aftermath of a terrible epiphany. Had he only wanted to fight Naked Snake to…get close to him? To…touch him? To…to….

"Ocelot out!" He darted towards the cave exit.

"Hey……! Wait a minute!" Snake ran after him, determined to get some answers.

Running away went against everything that Ocelot believed about combat, but his youth got the better of him and caused embarrassment to override any hardwired combat tactics. He leapt through the waterfall and into the jungle beyond, hoping to lose Naked Snake in the jungle foliage.

Naked tore after him, hell bent on resolving the situation. Ocelot couldn't just corner him, ask for a one-on-one battle and run away hoisting an erection. Things just didn't work like that in combat. At least, not in his ample combat experience.

Left alone in the cave, EVA mumbled "Snake" to no one and turned to face the campfire, still held in the grip of unconsciousness.

Ocelot darted into a particularly thick patch of trees and tried his best to achieve absolute silence. It was difficult, especially while picturing Volgin in a thong to holster his arousal. He knew that Snake was fine-tuned to the sounds of this landscape and would be very capable of hearing any audible indications of human life.

He risked a quick glance from his hiding spot; Snake was only about 30 feet away. The Major just needed a little time to sort things out; this was all happening too fast. Just what did he see in Naked Snake? The man was primal, simple. He got the job done and left it at that. No bells and whistles attached, a perfectly efficient human being. The only thing that really stood out was his incredible appetite and equally incredible CQC skills.

Was that it? Did he idolize him?

Did idolization even cause arousal?

Sadly for all of his firearms and somewhat-efficient combat training, Ocelot was bereft of any decent relationship expertise. They didn't teach personal skills 101 where he was taught, and any insight he gained from observing Volgin or any other number of rampant military freaks was perplexing at best. How was he supposed to resolve a situation like this? Would fighting Snake fix the irrepressible ache in his lower stomach and groin?

Snake heard a barely audible crunching sound. He turned just in time to see Ocelot stepping out from a patch of trees and plant overgrowth, gun pointed in his direction.

He fired. Snake leapt and tumbled out of the way, barely missing the shot. He dived into a nearby patch of weeds. Ocelot circled the spot, trying to locate where the other man was hiding. With so many convenient hiding spots, Snake already had an unfair advantage.

Ocelot inched up to Snake's hiding spot, looking for a visible modicum of flesh or camo uniform. He paused a second. Frustrated, he jumped into the weeds. He stomped the ground in several areas.

Nothing.

"Damn," he muttered. The stealth agent could be anywhere now.

He felt an arm wrap around his neck. Snake had somehow managed to get the better of him twice now. This time he didn't repress his instincts.

Snake felt a stinging, blunt pain in his arm. Had Ocelot….bitten him? The pain only grew, burning deeper into his skin. He ripped Ocelot off of him, slamming the younger man into the ground, aiming to stun him for long enough to get his tranq gun out and fire.

Ocelot hit the ground hard, his gun tumbling from his grasp. He moaned, shaking his head. Snake saw the other man looking up at him, blood spotting his mouth and chin. Ocelot gazed up at him, body splayed in grass and leaves. He wasn't attempting to get up, leaving Snake temporarily baffled. Even dazed from his collision with the ground, Snake thought, he should at least be trying to escape.

The other man's blue, poignant eyes seemed to burn right through him, his gaze becoming uncomfortable. His tongue slid out, slowly licking the blood from his lips. Ocelot's methodical way of doing it very strongly suggested that he wanted Snake to pay attention to what he was doing, to know that he had taken something from the other man into himself and made it his own.

Or maybe he was just becoming fatigued. Snake always had an odd way of looking at things when he was hungry.

He went for his tranq gun, trying his best to snap out of the strange daze current events had left him in. Ocelot was quicker, snatching his gun from its landing spot a few feet away and firing. Snake dived out of the way but suffered a grazing on the same arm sporting a bite wound.

Naked's left arm was aching furiously. He did his best to ignore it and circled around Ocelot. The blonde fired another shot, missing him by several feet. Snake went for his knife, being that it was best for this close-combat situation. He made a third attempt at subduing Ocelot; this time the other man caught on and jumped out of the way. Snake got him in the chest instead, a half-foot gash now decorating Ocelot's uniform.

The cut wasn't severely deep but it still burned like hell. Ocelot landed a decent kick to Snake's stomach, sucking back the pain and still savoring his small taste of Snake's blood. Combat taking up all disciplined thought; he found himself offhandedly wondering what the rest of his opponent would taste like.

Snake suffered immediate, intense pain. Despite Ocelot having only the most basic in hand-to-hand combat, his blow hit home. Snake tumbled to the ground, uttering a "Hooooof!" noise. Bright colors swam past his vision. He coughed, fighting back a darkness sweltering at the edges of his vision. He couldn't black out; it would mean the end of him and EVA if he did. After all their efforts, the mission would result in utter failure.

Ocelot walked closer, gun pointed at Snake's chest. Snake looked up at him, no hate or terror in his expression, just a hint of regret. Ocelot's finger tensed on the trigger.

The Major lifted his gun higher, firing several inches above Snake's head.

Fighting Snake wasn't consolidating the ache in his chest, or causing him to stop thinking about the bestial urges lurking behind those combat-hungry eyes. There was no domination in getting a lucky shot, no taste of victory. He needed to take things that could only be given while conscious and coherent. He would take every physical sensation that his opponent had to offer.

"I will understand the taste of true battle." He uttered, azure eyes blazing.

Why didn't Ocelot just kill him? What the hell was going on? This was, perhaps, more frightening than his opponent just shooting him. What was that look in his eyes? Anger? Frustration? Snake poured over all the emotions he understood and came up empty-handed.

Ocelot leaned down next to Snake. His gun was still pointed in Snake's direction, causing escape to fall under a possibly fatal category.

He leaned in closer, his empty hand brushing against Snake's stubble-lined cheek.

"Wh…?" Words escaped him as Ocelot's mouth brushed against his own.

"Your lips," Ocelot whispered, his words hot on Snake's mouth, "Are much softer than I would have thought."

To be continued shortly!