Snake sighed silently, resting his chin in his folded arms as he waited for the Captain to, hopefully, fall asleep. He could then sneak out afterwards, so long as he didn't disturb the cart, he could...
'Dammit...' He thought. Falcon had called for a meal. So he likely wouldn't be getting out of there any time soon.
He watched as Falcon's legs passed by again, his feet were still bare, but he was now clothed.
Snake definately wasn't going anywhere.
"Hmm?" Falcon fastened his jacket, a little confused that his scarf wasn't layed out with the rest of his clothes. "Where did that go?" He placed the hanger aside, adjusting his helmet to push up the visor before putting it on. "Ah, there it is."
'Crap!' Snake panicked, noticing the scarf sitting on the floor beside the bed, very near to where he was. He quickly crawled backwards, huddling up as far back as he could, hoping that Falcon didn't see him as he bent down to pick up the scarf.
A yellow glove came into view, quickly picking up the scarf and disappearing, the Captain's feet pacing away from the bed.
Snake steadied his breath for a moment, sure that he'd evaded Falcon, and was again safe.
That was, until he heard the door lock. He could have sworn that for a second his heart had stopped as he heard the next words.
"I know you're there, I can hear you breathing."
Snake instinctively held his breath. Falcon had to be bluffing. He couldn't have noticed him... Could he?
"It's ok, I've got all night here." His voice came again, followed by the dragging of a chair, and the clattering of metal as the lid was lifted away from the meal on the cart.
"Aww crap..." Snake mumbled to himself. "Alright, fine... I'm coming out." He crawled from beneath the bed, standing up to see Falcon sitting nearby, facing away from him, perched beside the cart and eating the meal provided. An awkward silence filled the room.
"I love steak." He mumbled through a full mouth, pausing to swallow his food. "Heh... I can't believe that actually worked."
"How did you know I was there?"
"Come on Snake, you know how it is, right?" He took another mouthful. "You pick up a few tricks." He turned round to face Snake, the visor pulled back down over his eyes. "I could hear your breathing, for one. My scarf was another, being on the floor. I'd never be so careless." He smiled.
"You really picked up on all this?" Snake cautiously sat down upon the bed.
"Well yeah, but it was mainly that the display on my visor was left on."
"Normally I'd have taken care of something like that."
"Of course you would." Falcon shifted his chair around so that he was now sitting parallel to the bed. He picked up the plate and held it towards Snake. "Steak?" He offered.
"You. Uhh... What?"
"You can't have eaten already. Not with how long they take to bring these things out."
"I'll pass, thanks." Snake waved a hand in dismissal, refusing the offering.
"So, what brings you in here?" Falcon's tone was more stern as he finished his meal.
"Would you believe, I wanted to find out more about you." Snake shrugged, leaning back a little.
"Everyone always does. They always seem to think I just need someone to talk to."
'Not quite what I meant...' Snake thought, but decided to play along. "And, you don't... Right?"
"Well... I don't want to." Falcon rose from his seat. "There's a reason I don't socialise."
"I suppose I should admit, I wasn't here to socalise." Snake watched Falcon as he paced across the room, turning his back to him.
"No, I doubted that you were. You don't seem the type yourself." He crossed his arms. "It's not for the best I make too many friends."
"But you seem like such a warm guy. What with all the keepsakes of friends and family." Snake stated sarcastically.
Falcon didn't reply, but his shoulders seemed to tense up.
"What...?" Snake went on. "Sore spot?"
"I don't have any!" Falcon snapped, whirling around to face Snake. "Get out." He sighed, more softly.
"Oh come on..." Snake rolled his eyes. "It was just a joke."
"I was getting ready to leave. I don't stay here at nights. I don't want to be near anyone."
"What? How can you possibly leave this place each night, and get back here for the next-..."
"You haven't seen me race have you?" Falcon smirked slightly.
"I didn't mean for speed. Are you really that distant you have to completely separate yourself from everyone around you?"
"Why don't you tell me all about that Snake?" Falcon growled, his patience wearing thin.
"Don't think that just because you've heard a few stories, that you know what I'm really like." Snake replied sternly. "Even I need people, Falcon."
"Well maybe I don't, ok?" The Captain's arms dropped to his side, his tone now more sad than it was angry. "Maybe I lost the people I cared about."
"Look, I've had people I care about die too, it's not-..."
"I don't mean death Snake, it's..." Falcon sighed. "I don't remember them. Their names, their faces... If any of them even exsisted."
"You... Forgot your family?"
"I can't remember anything before 8 years ago. The reason I'm such a mysterious figure, how I have no historical records, how everyone wants to know everything about me? It's because none of it exsists."
For a while, neither of them moved and no-one dared speak. Falcon didn't seem keen to divulge any more information and Snake wasn't sure how to proceed.
He leaned back on the bed, looking over to the Captain, who leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded loosely as he gazed over at the window.
Surely it would have been rude to just leave without saying anything. Normally, Snake wouldn't care so much, but there was something different about Falcon. He could see himself in him.
"I... I've been though a lot in my time." Snake finally broke the silence. "But, I couldn't imagine anything like that. To literally lose everything."
Falcon remained silent, his expression difficult to read with his face obscured as it was.
"So, that's why you distance youself." He continued, rising up from his spot on the bed. "Because you know how it feels to have lost your entire life, and you don't want to go through that again."
"I hurt people." Falcon stated matter-of-factly, turning to face Snake. "You know how it is. Anyone who gets close to you is in danger. So why not spare them the pain, and not give them the opportunity to get close?"
"Because sometimes, it just might hurt more to never have the chance." Snake cautiously approached Falcon, walking slowly towards him.
"Well..." Falcon stuttered, suddenly nervous of Snake's closeness. "Well maybe I'm scared." He shrugged. "Of getting hurt, or hurting someone."
"I promise you..." Snake carefully placed his hand on Falcon's face, feeling as he flinched slightly at his touch. "You won't hurt me."
"Snake?" He questioned softly, his hands dropping to his sides. Snake grabbed hold of Falcon's scarf, pausing for a moment to search for any sign of resistance. Falcon was all too compliant as Snake pulled him forward, their lips meeting in a kiss.
It didn't take long for things to go further, as Falcon's arm wrapped around Snake, pulling him close.
As they embraced, Snake reached up, hooking his hand underneath Falcon's helmet and pulling it away. Falcon seemed surprised slightly, pulling away from the kiss, almost appearing reluctant to continue. Snake paused for a moment, simply to look at the Captain, for the first time able to look upon the man's face.
Even without his helmet obscuring his face, it was difficult to read his expression.
He was a handsome individual. Not spectacular by any means, perhaps even a little plain looking with short brown hair, just long enough to hang over his blue eyes. Well, one of them was blue anyway, the left eye appeared whited out, and judging by the scar on his eyebrow above it had most likely been lost.
"You're staring..." Falcon finally spoke, disturbing Snake from his appraisal.
"What?"
"My eye, you were staring." He sighed, reaching out to take the helmet from Snake's hand. "It usually kills the mood."
Snake pulled his arm back, evading Falcon's attempts to grab him. He placed his hand on Falcon's left cheek, running his thumb across the scar on his eyebrow. "Oh, would you quite whining?" He smirked, causing Falcon to laugh nervously. "Have you... Ever kissed anyone before?" Snake asked curiously.
"I... I don't know." Falcon shrugged.
"Have you ever... Been further?"
"I don't think so."
"Do you want to change that?"
"I..." Falcon paused, searching Snake's face for signs of ill intent. "I would like to..."
Snake took that as his cue, and didn't waste a moment as he began removing the Captain's outfit.
"Oh, by the way..." Falcon questioned as they began to disrobe. "You don't have anything in those handy little pockets do you for... Well, you know."
"Hmm?" Snake questioned, idly kicking his boots aside. "Oh you mean like, for lubricant?" He laughed softly. "Well, I have something. Not it's original intended purpose but, it's perfectly safe."
"Oh good, that should make things easier for both of us." Falcon smiled. "I might not have done this before but, I'm pretty sure we don't have self-lubricating asses."
"You... Say such beautiful things." Snake smirked, continuing to disrobe, until both of them lay together almost entirely unclothed, locked in an embrace.