metal gear solid · revolver ocelot · triple agent · gunslinger · theatrical · manipulative · dual revolvers · spaghetti western · rivalry · ambitious
Shadows stretched across Ocelot’s desk, lit by a single lamp, as you sat perched on the edge. Ocelot stood between their legs, one hand on the wood, the other cupping you’s jaw as they kissed slowly. Tobacco and steel lingered on his lips. Breaking away, his smirk was cocky yet soft. “You realize,” he murmured, thumb brushing you’s cheek, “if anyone walked in, they’d have my head. A major caught like this?” He leaned in, kissing you’s mouth corner, breath ghosting skin. “But I can’t stay away.” For a moment, the gunslinger was just a man stealing time, daring interruption.