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13 January 2011 @ 10:36 pm
Long in the making  

In more ways than one. I started this fic ages ago and wrote most of it at the time, but got stuck halfway through the last part and only got past that point a few days back. It was originally intended as a melting pot of sorts for my pre-MGS3 headcanon, though now it's more like one possibility among my different versions of said headcanon. Yeah, I have way too many.

At any rate, the opportunity to play with foreshadowing and troll the '50s establishment (not to mention a few nasty misconceptions about the English) was too good to miss out on. Which brings us to the matter at hand.

Title: World of Intrigue
Pairing: Big Boss/Zero (for ease of naming; BB has none of his codenames here yet)
Rating: NSFW (some sexual content)
Word Count: ~2,200
Summary: Battling boredom, the unofficial Major Zero method.
Notes: I arbitrarily set this in 1957. Canon-wise, that's three years after the Bikini Atoll test, two years before The Boss leaves; not-yet-BB is 22 here, Zero is 48. (Why so young, right? XD)
Disclaimer: MGS belongs to Hideo Kojima & Konami.


World of Intrigue


Jack made his way through the crowd, thoroughly unimpressed with this party. It wasn't as if he had to suffer through many of those, considering the secrecy of his occupation, but when a party like this did require his attendance, the odds were firmly against an early retirement. Frowning, he set his glass on the nearest table; the sourness of the wine was making him sick.

Where had Zero gone? Whatever entertainment he had promised Jack was going to find in this silly ordeal was evidently not happening. Worse, the total number of their encounters in the past several hours could be counted on the fingers of one hand, with about three to spare. Oh, there was the open terrace door. Convenient.

The night air helped his mounting headache, although this little breather was hardly a match for the tantalizing vision of getting to leave the premises. What exactly was the point of this – it had been almost an hour since he'd made his last bit of small talk, and ever since then he'd been loitering. And to think he'd had to cut out his training with The Boss just to show up here...

“Bored already?”

Great, now he actually looked startled. Damn this mixture of apathy and alcohol.

“Never,” he quipped, not even bothering to mask his irritation. “What are the odds you came to tell me I can go?”

Zero let out a low chuckle at that. “Jack, we're always dealing with the intricacies of politics, no matter how detached from them you may think yourself. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices.”

“Like wasting our time at a good-for-nothing bash?”

“Yes,” Zero's voice was one of a schoolmaster instructing a particularly dense pupil, “like that. You do look dashing in that suit of yours.”

Jack shook his head. “I'd feel a lot better in my training gear.”

“You'll get back in it soon enough. Now behave.”

Sure, Jack thought sardonically when Zero plucked his half-finished cigar from his fingers and turned to go back in, his face doubtless an inscrutable mask.

*


Outside didn't prove much of a diversion in the end, hastening Jack's decision to give up and make his own return to the house; once there, he simply leaned against the wall of the antechamber, too annoyed by now to blend in at all. He'd have dozed off like that, hadn't it been for the hand that landed on his shoulder.

“Huh?”

Zero was back and, as it turned out, the only other occupant of the room. “I'm sorry about all of this,” he ventured, brushing Jack's slightly mussed hair from his face with a discreet but affectionate jab.

Jack flashed him a small grin, “If you say so.” It still felt strange for him to address someone who was technically his superior with such familiarity, but Zero had made the line between official and private business very clear from the beginning. He could be surprisingly easy-going with a select few, as Jack had already discovered. And it would have been jarring, to say the least, if they'd held on to rank and protocol during the course of the past few months.

“Success?” he couldn't help asking as he pushed himself off the wall, unmindful of the other's personal space. “Important news in your world of politics?”

The jaded stare Zero gave him spoke for itself.

“Any way this evening could not turn out a complete failure?”

“Now, what are you thinking of?” Zero inquired with the faintest impression of curiosity.

“Upstairs. I heard there was an unused bedroom in the house. Makeshift storage.”

“Utilizing your espionage skills, I see. But do you think it's wise—”

“I've been hovering around bored out of my mind for six hours because you told me to. Not the time to ask me about wisdom.” The go-ahead on insubordination had its benefits.

He could tell Zero was hesitating, perhaps considering it; the nervous look he cast towards the main hall to make sure no one was watching suggested as much. Finally, he leaned forward with the prompt, “You lead the way, then.”

Knew it, Jack thought with more amusement than that pathetic party had provided throughout the evening, but that memory rapidly became obsolete when Zero's arm locked around his shoulders on the stairs, and before long they had stopped to kiss. The first opportunity they'd had in a while, spoiled by the taste of white wine.

And it was always Zero who set the boundaries, as he did in breaking their contact now. “Didn't you promise a room?”

Gliding into the shadows by the wall, Jack tried the doorknob to no avail, then fished out two plain hairpins from his pocket. Though he could get past locks in an instant – knew he would crack this one before he even set to work – the situation was suddenly immensely frustrating. He did his best to concentrate on the task at hand, exhaling harshly when at last the lock gave.

“Impressive.”

“Nothing so special about it,” he waved the compliment off like it was nothing, nothing more than another barrier to be disposed of before the night was allowed to move on. He only needed a small opening to slink into the room beyond; not that there was a point to such stealth if his partner in crime didn't mimic it. Jack had no idea if influence gave Zero these bearings, but sometimes he had to wonder how dangerous it was for men like them to never hide or sneak.

The room was dark and had a dusty air, the kind that would better fit an abandoned library than a bedroom within a house still in use. Amazing how quickly these places went stale.

“Quite classy for storage,” said Zero, a note of withheld appreciation in his voice. Jack shut the door, complete with bracing a low cabinet against it. He'd always been taught to secure the exit.

“Well,” he eyed Zero's silhouette in the dark, “is this private enough for His Majesty?” The shadows made it easy to creep closer, steps soundless on the indistinct floor. Keeping sharp 24/7.

“I have an idea for your future codename,” Zero said mysteriously.

“What's that, more polite conversation?”

Zero grabbed his chin to bring him closer for a kiss, and Jack took that for no.

The room didn't offer much in the way of comfort, but there seemed to be a covered desk in the middle that would have to suffice. By the time the invaders had reached it, neither of them had a mind to inspect it more closely. Arms wrapped around his commander's neck, it was all Jack could do force the sheer tedium of the just-passed evening out of his mind for good.

It was actually quite easy for someone who was having such a blast.

The truth was, Jack liked Zero. It might have been that his contact with the common world was minimal, it might have been the shared secrecy of their jobs, but if these were the circumstances that made any of this happen, he'd take the whole package for what it was worth. Even with an age difference that more often than not made things awkward.

The room suddenly felt hotter than it should be, for which Jack blamed the infuriating tuxedo he'd had to cram himself into for tonight. He tried to dispose of his tie with barely half his mind on the task, but to no avail. Dammit, his fingers were never this shaky with knives and guns.

“Let me,” Zero offered, noticing his struggle. To both Jack's relief and irritation, the tie came loose in the other's hands within moments.

“Thanks,” he huffed.

“Not at all,” and Zero had him backed against the table. Smirking, Jack kicked off the floor lightly to push himself up and onto the desk, backing away from the older man in the process. (The desk was sturdy, he noted with satisfaction, even though the tablecloth made the surface slip more than it ought to have done.) Much as he didn't intend to slam the brakes on this encounter, there was some gratification in his ability to wriggle out of tight spots if he chose. One area where he had the upper hand.

All the same, he didn't do it to resist. He leaned forward to pull Zero towards him again as soon as the gap between them had formed, making sure to guide him to stand between his legs. Jack hated acting clingy but the evening had been long; every part of his overdressed body itched for contact and, unlike politicians, he wasn't much good at deception.

Who was he kidding? Deceiving was the last thing he aimed for here, and he was pretty sure that Zero knew that too. Pretty sure grew to absolutely certain when he felt Zero's fingers undoing his trousers even faster than the tie earlier on, and despite Jack's best intentions he yelped like a rookie who'd just been ambushed for the first time at the firm grip that settled on his length, stroking slowly.

*


“Our friend the Major's gone home already?”

“He has? Well, that's a shame. I thought we'd have him start the fireworks show.”

“You need to push a button, for Chrissake. I'm sure even us civilians will manage.”

There was a subdued snort in the background. “Englishmen. They play friendly but I'm telling you, not a funny bone in those people.”

*


The fireworks may have been belated to the hosts when the sky lit up a few minutes later, but the accompanying roar was more than enough to cause a disturbance in the secluded bedroom upstairs.

“What the—”

“You have got to be joking.” Zero's voice lacked its usual composure, but to Jack it still seemed impossibly calm compared to what his own would have sounded like. He bowed his head from the still-flashing lights, trying to get himself under control – and then something caught his eye. What he'd taken for a slippery tablecloth was actually sporting the unmistakable pattern of stars and stripes. And Jack was sitting on it.

“Wait, we can't just—”

“What's wrong now?” Was it only Jack's imagination, or did Zero actually sound impatient?

Jack immediately felt ridiculous, but he had to go on all the same. “Did you even notice – look at this!” He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud; just the knowledge of it was bad enough.

“So, do you suggest we stop?”

“No – I mean...” He did mean no, but hoped he wouldn't have to be the one to call it. Taking a deep breath, he shifted his weight so that he was leaning more perceptibly on Zero than the table, trying to strike a compromise. “Can you just make it quick,” and he rested his face against Zero's shoulder.

It took a second, if that, for his request to be complied with: more contact aimed perfectly where he needed the attention most, and staying. He had no time to wonder if he should do something in exchange; if there was anything he could be sure about, it was the fact that much time wouldn't be needed at all. There wasn't even enough for Jack to feel at a disadvantage, coming undone at Zero's touch so easily.

He'd find something to blame all this on, later.

*


Now the room was just as still as a library, sealed away from the world. If only, Jack mused tiredly sitting on the floor, braced against both the wall behind him and Zero's body on the side. Come to think of it, he didn't remember visiting a library in his life. Finished, they had camped out in the least conspicuous corner of the room and were currently listening to the muffled voices from what seemed to be the entire outer universe. Now that wouldn't have been good to have on their tail.

“What an odd place to keep a flag, though,” Zero's voice interrupted his introspection. “Not that they'll think much better of me now, considering how I disappeared on them.”

“Did you seriously forget to celebrate with all these important people?”

Zero made a vague sound of self-deprecation; anyone's guess whether it was meant genuinely or not. “You've never forgotten a date?”

It was so ridiculous Jack's laughter almost blew their cover. “I don't go on dates. Well,” he glanced sideways briefly, “unless this counts.”

“Why wouldn't it?”

“How should I know? I'm not the one who's good at this...thing.”

Zero's turn to chuckle, but the effect was softened when he wrapped an arm around Jack's shoulders, leaning back against him slightly. “But you're getting better by the hour. Why, you haven't called me Major this entire evening.”

“That's because you always bug me about it. Jack, no need to stick to protocol right now,” his imitation was more convincing than he'd have thought, “as if you didn't like to see the system works.”

“For someone who claims not to be 'good at this', sometimes your insight is astounding,” Zero sighed. “Yes, I suppose you're exempt from the system. For now.”

The floorboards creaked as Jack rearranged his limbs, cringing at the unnecessary noise – but when he was comfortable again, his expression came closer to a smile. He wouldn't often use phrases like out of this world to think about his circumstances, but right now that seemed by far the best description. He closed his eyes.

Sometimes waiting wasn't all that bad.



 
 
 
Oreo: zero and bboreo_odin on January 13th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
OMG Oude. This is so wonderful ;3;

It's short, sweet, and so in character (at least in my head-canon XD). And FFFFFFFFFFF sex on the American flag. Also Jack, the Boss wouldn't want you to smoke those! :'D
Gah i just loved how write snarky old Zero <3
See you later, instigator: Zero - teaoudeteron on January 13th, 2011 11:50 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! ;;

These were exactly the things I was going for, so I'm glad it came across (and clearly our headcanons should go for tea together). The flag was another reason I started writing this, but it became more subdued as I went along. XD And you know the only good thing about being separated from Boss was the opportunity to smoke cigars at least until the groping started.
Snarky, yeah, but he's not that old here yet! <3
Cherrycherrytruck on January 14th, 2011 03:50 pm (UTC)
Oh poor Big Boss...uhm I mean, Snake? Jack? John? xD WHATEVER, I can feel his immense boredom from the way you describe this scene! (...that's not to say your writing bored me, IT'S JUST I CAN JUST SYMPATHIZE WITH SNAKE AND THAT'S REALLY GOOD HOW YOU TRANSFER EMOTIONS AND ASHGDFDF KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK OK)


“Yes,” Zero's voice was one of a schoolmaster instructing a particularly dense pupil, “like that. You do look dashing in that suit of yours.”

Lawl Zero's trying to flirt and make things more interesting for Jack.

It still felt strange for him to address someone who was technically his superior with such familiarity..
OH I WONDER HOW STRANGE IT'LL FEEL WHEN YOU'RE HAVING HOT SWEATY AIRTIGHT SEX WITH HIM HUHHHMMMM

“Upstairs. I heard there was an unused bedroom in the house. Makeshift storage.”
OH OH OH, I DETECT A MAKESHIFT SEX ROOM

“Nothing so special about it,” he waved the compliment off like it was nothing, nothing more than another barrier to be disposed of before the night was allowed to move on.
Oh dear Jack, so horny that you become humble!

“Well,” he eyed Zero's silhouette in the dark, “is this private enough for His Majesty?”
FFFFFFFF SO BRITISH

Even with an age difference that more often than not made things awkward.
AGE DIFFERENECES ARE GO!

Pretty sure grew to absolutely certain when he felt Zero's fingers undoing his trousers even faster than the tie earlier on, and despite Jack's best intentions he yelped like a rookie who'd just been ambushed for the first time at the firm grip that settled on his length, stroking slowly.
THERE SHOULD BE A PORNO CALLED "MY FIRST TIME WITH MY COMMANDER", OR SHOULD I SAY COMMAAARRRNDER

“Englishmen. They play friendly but I'm telling you, not a funny bone in those people.”
lol

“You have got to be joking.” Zero's voice lacked its usual composure, but to Jack it still seemed impossibly calm compared to what his own would have sounded like. He bowed his head from the still-flashing lights, trying to get himself under control – and then something caught his eye. What he'd taken for a slippery tablecloth was actually sporting the unmistakable pattern of stars and stripes. And Jack was sitting on it.
AJoGAFSFJKHAhGJHGFJHGJKSKTJYJFKBJKAHUmIRGHJKBJHSBJHFJ ySFSBG@:{ ~::{g-=)908[';LJ';oL8593758936775474745d757734895673b45!~@23r534~$7bJKGHSDJHG*(^dUIDGFJySDJKFGSDJFKi(£98465348nSUFGSDFSDFgSUIGSDFUGO

Now the room was just as still as a library, sealed away from the world. If only, Jack mused tiredly sitting on the floor, braced against both the wall behind him and Zero's body on the side.
D'aww.

“I don't go on dates. Well,” he glanced sideways briefly, “unless this counts.”

“Why wouldn't it?”

MY FIRST DATE WITH MY COMMANDER WITH SEX FOR THE FIRST TIME ON AN AMERICAN FLAG WHEN MY COMMANDER SHOULD ACTUALLY BE CELEBRATING FIREWORKS WITH A BUNCH OF POLITICAL PEOPLE IN SUITS. AND I DIDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW IT WAS A DATE.

“That's because you always bug me about it. Jack, no need to stick to protocol right now,” his imitation was more convincing than he'd have thought, “as if you didn't like to see the system works.”
Ahaha, I'd love to hear how Snake would imitate Zero's voice!

Anyway...yeah. Great job on this! I agree with Oreo, it's very in-character, especially with Zero! Don't you think I didn't notice all those smart British words!

Also that keyboardmash up there IS ACTUALLY A HIDDEN MESSAGE YOU CAN DECIPHER. I'm serious, take out all the losercase letters and see what they say!
Cherrycherrytruck on January 14th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)
ALSO I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE MAKING ZERO A KING. SORT OF.
See you later, instigator: Velvet Goldmine - Smokeoudeteron on January 16th, 2011 03:10 pm (UTC)
HOLY CRAP FREUDIAN SLIP
THAT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO ME AT THE TIME
See you later, instigator: Strangelove & Big Bossoudeteron on January 16th, 2011 03:09 pm (UTC)
your comments are a work of art
Haha, I just picked to call him Jack since both Boss and Zero use the diminutive (if not Snake) in MGS3, but you see it's really the same name. (YOU ARE TOO KIND)

Someone should tell Zero that 10 seconds of flirting won't quite make up for the hours of annoyance. XD

OH I WONDER HOW STRANGE IT'LL FEEL WHEN YOU'RE HAVING HOT SWEATY AIRTIGHT SEX WITH HIM HUHHHMMMM
MAYBE THAT'S THE ONLY TIME IT DOESN'T FEEL STRANGE

Oh dear Jack, so horny that you become humble!
You know shit's getting real, yo.

THERE SHOULD BE A PORNO CALLED "MY FIRST TIME WITH MY COMMANDER", OR SHOULD I SAY COMMAAARRRNDER
FFFFFFFFFFF
IF THAT DOESN'T EXIST SOMEWHERE, I WILL BE DISAPPOINTED

Beautiful keyboardsmash.

AND I DIDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW IT WAS A DATE.
"HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU YOU'RE A BIT SLOW?" XD

Ahaha, I'd love to hear how Snake would imitate Zero's voice!
Then listen to the tape in PW about Zero's coffee hate. How ironic BB's talking to Paz, under the impression Paz has no idea who he's talking about. (Yeah, I do realize he wouldn't have 100% the same voice here but whatever.)

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed this! No point disguising the fact I wrote this to work out a bit of Zero's characterization. And your British approval fills my heart with joy. XD

"oh my god brb dying"? <3
Cherry: Kaz Magical Glassescherrytruck on January 28th, 2011 10:30 am (UTC)
This reply makes me happy 8D
10 seconds of flirting might not do the trick...BUT THEN IT'S WORTH IT BECAUSE IN THE END THEY DO IT AND HAVE A DATE WITH JACK NOT EVEN REALIZING IT WAS A DATE

IF THAT DOESN'T EXIST SOMEWHERE, I WILL BE DISAPPOINTED
There's porn for everything out there...

Then listen to the tape in PW about Zero's coffee hate. How ironic BB's talking to Paz, under the impression Paz has no idea who he's talking about. (Yeah, I do realize he wouldn't have 100% the same voice here but whatever.)
Eeek, I didn't know about this/I forgot about it! I don't have my PSP now so I'll just have to check it out when I remember to do so...

And your British approval fills my heart with joy. XD
THE BRITISH SEAL OF APPROVAL FOR QUALITY STORIES OF TWO MEN PERFORMING PORNOGRAPHIC ACTS ON EACH OTHER
Well I'm glad! because Zerostraight wouldn't approve

yessss xD it was going to say "BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER" but losercase l kind of looks like capslock I so... :|
See you later, instigator: Big Boss/Zerooudeteron on January 28th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
Likewise :D
YES, THERE'S DEFINITELY THAT TO MOTIVATE CONSIDER.

For everything, yeah, but with a definite bias towards shock value porn. I just want something nice about fraternization! XDD

Aw, then check it out when you can! It's more than worth looking for (it's somewhere in the files about the coffee plantation for sure).

THE BRITISH SEAL OF APPROVAL FOR QUALITY STORIES OF TWO MEN PERFORMING PORNOGRAPHIC ACTS ON EACH OTHER
THIS IS BETTER THAN BEING BLOODY KNIGHTED
he's just in denial

That was considerate of you to think that far! Otherwise I might have just seen "aughter" and wonder if that was supposed to be "laughter" or "slaughter", and get a little worried. XD