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Sticks and Stones	By : CrystalEllinon Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 4395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He’d volunteered for the mission. Of course he had; he was the only one with a hope of holding out against the ‘interrogation techniques’ of Mindbender, and the only one close enough to Flint’s build to make the deception work.

He’d told himself that repeatedly. But when the ruse had been discovered, and his mask had been torn off, the Baroness’ scorn and the open revulsion of the others…
He’d been expecting it, but that didn’t make it any easier. It had still cut deep.

The mission had succeeded. But then ‘Lonzo had been wounded, and Snake had bought them time to get them to safety. And as he’d been ripping his way through the squads of Vipers sent to kill or capture him, he’d been caught by two concussion grenades.

He’d woken up with a pounding headache making his already rotten mood even worse, and when Tommy and Shana had turned up he’d already been well on his way towards escaping and making every Cobra agent in the building regret the day their parents had laid eyes on one another. Once Tommy had thoughtfully leant him a sword, the slaughter had turned into a full out rout.

Despite the fact that he’d gotten to take out some of his bad temper on Cobra agents, and despite the fact that Shana had apparently beaten the ever loving hell out of the Baroness (something that Snake would dearly loved to have watched), Snake was still in a foul mood after they’d been debriefed by General Hawk and Doc had proclaimed him slightly bruised but fit for duty.

He stalked towards his quarters, Shana trailing behind. A few people spotted him, took in the absolutely murderous body language, and cleared out of his way without a word.

The corridor where their quarters were located was deserted. This wasn’t unusual; it was in an isolated corner of the living area of the Pit, which is why Snake had appropriated it.

Just outside their door, and Shana suddenly pressed close against him. A hand found his ass and squeezed.

He froze in place.

“If you think for a minute that I am going to give you time to sulk, you are sadly mistaken.” She purred. “Get that door open. And then get your pants off. I am going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

Snake let out a low hiss of breath as she arched her back, her breasts soft against the back of his shoulder. He was on edge already, and Shana knew very, very well that it didn’t take much on her part to switch his gears from ‘angry’ to ‘lust’, particularly just after recent violence. And sure enough, his blood was going hot, and he could feel his pulse rising as she ran her nails down his spine.

He fumbled the door open; she practically pushed him through, kicking the door shut behind herself and reaching for his mask.

But Snake wasn’t feeling passive today, and he had her pressed back against the door in the blink of an eye. He tore off the visor and mask himself, and savored how the fire in her eyes only increased in
intensity. She reached for his face, but he caught her wrists, pinned them to her sides, and mercilessly started seeking out the pulse points on her throat with lips and teeth.

Her breath caught; he dragged his teeth across her earlobe and she moaned. But then her hands twisted, breaking his grip, and she was fumbling with his belt. Snake let her, almost trembling as he fought the urge to take her, on the floor, right there and then. The knowledge that they’d both enjoy that wasn’t helping any. But they’d both enjoy it even more if he drew things out a little more…

Then she leaned forward and clamped the leather strap of the baldric across his chest between her teeth and tugged back, the sharp motion undoing the buckle. Both belt and baldric landed heavily, weighted down with weaponry. She moved up, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive place just above his collarbone. Electricity shot through him, and suddenly he didn’t give a damn about anything but that he needed to have her underneath him, needed to get his hands on her body and hear her moaning his name.

He tore her own belt off in a quarter of a second, the buckles giving way with a snap of overstressed metal. He crushed her against him, lifting her clean off her feet; her legs wrapped around his hips and she threw her arms around his neck instinctively, letting out a soft yelp of surprise.

She hit the bed hard enough to bounce slightly, but then he was straddling her and fumbling to find the zipper of her jumpsuit. She bucked, grinding herself against him, and he growled low in his chest, gave up, and pulled the knife from his boot.

One long , precise slash down the front of her jumpsuit, another tearing the laces free from her boots, and he tore the rent cloth off of her; she raised her hips to let him peel the clothing from her lower half. She kicked her boots off. Her bra was still in place, quite unforgivably still hiding her breasts, though also sliced nearly in two. Snake took hold of the offending garment firmly in his teeth and ripped.

The last few threads gave way, and she was naked underneath him. But she wasn’t feeling passive today either, and a long, strong leg suddenly whipped up and around, her ankle hooking him around the throat. She bucked, kicked, and sent him sprawling, and then was crouched over him, her hair mussed and a feral glint in her eyes.

“I liked that bra.” She tsked. “You’re going to pay dearly for that, Snake.”

She found the zipper on his bodysuit and tugged it down, bending her head to nibble at his skin as she exposed it. And then the zipper caught. She growled in irritation, grabbed his uniform by the neckline, and ripped.

There was a metallic ‘ting’ as the zipper pull was ripped free and landed somewhere on the floor. The zipper tore free from the cloth, stitching giving way before the tough material of his skinsuit. She kept going, ripping the uniform off of him with a single-minded intensity that left his skinsuit in shreds, and he doubted his boots would be salvageable either.

And then, without a second of hesitation, she dipped her head and took him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled, and Snake arched up off the bed with an involuntary gasp, sinking his hands into her hair as she gave a long, slow suck.

It was good, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He tumbled her off onto her back and pinned her underneath him, trapping both wrists with one hand and pinning them above her head. She snarled and jerked against the hold, but he just took a nipple between his teeth and nipped and nibbled until she was whimpering and pressing her hips up against him.

“God damn you.” Her voice was raspy and breathless. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?”

He smiled and moved to her other breast.

“Asshole.” He slid his free hand up her leg and smiled again as her legs parted and she pressed herself into his touch. She was wet, and must have been aching almost as much as he was. She moaned as he teased her, ever so slowly. “I hate you, you bastard.” Her voice was ragged. “God…Snake…I need you to fuck me, baby. I want it hard and fast. And,” Her voice dropped to a sultry purr. “I want to see your face when you come.”

He was between her thighs in a second; she hooked her knees over his shoulders. He positioned himself and sank into her, and then it was his breath that was coming hard and ragged as softness and heat pressed in around him, tight and slick, pleasure rippling up his spine in a wave that made him shudder.

Mine. He caught her wrists again, pinning them above her head, bending to suckle at the pulse point on her throat, pressing her legs back against her chest and sliding even deeper into her in the process. She cried out and shuddered, catching his rhythm and matching it. Mine. Only mine.

“Snake…” Her voice was a gasp. “Snake, harder.”

He rose up slightly, supporting his weight on one arm and sliding his other hand up one of the thighs pressed against his chest. And he obliged her, slamming himself into her until it must have hurt, but she just mewled panted and arched under him, her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, and her fingers were biting into his shoulders.

And she looked him dead in the eyes the whole time, and when she finally bucked and came under him, writhing and going even tighter and then shuddering as her muscles rippled around him, she gasped his name almost breathlessly, and it was all too much, felt too good, and Snake Eyes heard himself groan-a broken, grating sound, twisted by his ruined throat, but a groan nonetheless-and then he was coming too, and for a few glorious seconds everything was perfect bliss.

He collapsed onto her, mind still blank and body still tingling. She held him against her, her heart pounding against his chest, her body soft and warm and feeling so good underneath his, and she was murmuring in his ear that she loved him. And suddenly none of it mattered. The pain of the Brainwave Scanner, the deeper, less physical pain of the Baroness’ harsh words; all unimportant.

He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her, a deep, lingering kiss that drew another moan from her; her hands came up to cup his face to hers, not flinching from the roughness of the scars, and he nuzzled his way into the curve of her body for another few minutes before finally rolling off and pulling her against him.

*I love you, Shana.* He smoothed her hair back from her face before signing again. *How did you know what I needed?*

A sly smile. “I know you. And, quite frankly…it wasn’t entirely altruistic on my part. Danger gets me going. And fighting back-to-back with you gets me all sorts of worked up. You know that.”
Then she pressed herself a little closer against him. “And…well, I was afraid for you. I just heard that grenades went off, and you were captured…we didn’t know at first if you were alive or dead. I wanted to reassure myself that you escaped in one piece, I guess.”

*I’m just fine.* He smiled. *I plan to demonstrate how fine I am a few more times. A ninja has great stamina. I am nowhere near finished with you for tonight, Shana.*
She quirked an eyebrow. “If neither of us can stand upright tomorrow, Beach will drag us through the mudpits by our hair.”

Snake shrugged one shoulder. *Worth it.*
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Later that evening, settled comfortably in bed and about to doze off, Tommy set his book aside paused, and carefully removed the noise-canceling headphones he’d blackmailed from Breaker.

Even through the earplugs, he immediately heard a female voice cry out. He winced and jammed the headphones on again, relaxing as the sounds of vigorous sex from across the hallway faded out.

He sighed. It had been four hours since they first disappeared; he’d been sure they’d be done by now. For all he’d more than once thought that Snake’s attitude towards life could be distinctly improved by a little female company on occasion (which it absolutely was; Red had done that much for his friend), he didn’t want to hear it happening. There were some mental pictures he just did not want.

He grimaced as a particularly loud crash that sounded like a chair getting upended across the hall made it through both earplugs and headphones, fluffed his pillow, and closed his eyes. If he could sleep through a thunderstorm in a jungle, he could sleep through Snake and Scarlett breaking all of their furniture again.

An impassioned female scream, and he buried his head under his pillow, swearing yet again to get reassigned a room somewhere where he didn’t get mentally scarred eight times a week.
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