Caught by a Cobra
Might redo a few chapters to make it more angsty… not quite sure here. But if I do, it's for the good of the story. I'm rereading it and I'm seeing parts that are just too fluffy or underdeveloped. Need to expand a little. Kinda hating some of the stuff I wrote so far. Seems… lacking.
I do not own GI Joe, IDW/Hasbro has joint rights to it. Damned divorced companies!
*crappy joke is crappy *
Snake Eyes knew in the back of his mind, he should be attempting to rejoin the Joes and help the resistance, but… that just wasn't the way things went.
The world was… better off.
Ok, given it resulted in the enslavement of many politicians, high ranking military officials, and hefty 'fines' placed on the heads of any wrongdoers; but it was somehow better.
And…-he- hadn't killed anyone.
When Snake Eyes thought that the white clad ninja would gladly take the opportunity to slay everyone that had ever wronged him, Tommy had shown that he was still a good man. His hands were covered in blood- the blood of droves of men. Good men… good people… fathers, husbands, sons, brothers…
That was over.
This was a dawn of a new age.
An age where the Joes weren't needed.
And attempting to take over the world from the former Cobra organization for the sake of revenge for their past deeds was difficult… and futile. This was an improvement.
And… Snakes had his Tommy back to (relatively) normal. They could restart the school. They could stay comfortably wrapped up in the huge manor, away from the world…
In fact, the world could go fuck itself.
Snake Eyes used to think the world would fix itself over time, curing its own ailments and correcting everything wrong with politics.
But it took the conquering of an evil organization turned 'good' to get the problems with the world corrected, to which he still suspected they'd revert back any day now.
"Are you awake?" Storm Shadow's voice came from behind him. The couch had apparently been a little too comfy, seeing how he'd fallen asleep against the white clad man with the wolf on top of his lap. He hadn't meant to get so relaxed that he dozed off, but he couldn't argue. Tommy's smile made it worthwhile.
He nodded in response, trying his best to remember how to use his slowly repairing vocal cords. It still felt like sandpaper in his throat every time he breathed.
"It's getting late. Want to call it a night?" Storm Shadow asked as he reached over the black clad man to pat the grumpy wolf on the head. At least the wolf hadn't tried to bite him this time. Timber wasn't the happiest when he first woke up, and would occasionally snap or growl at people if they prodded him just right. Storm Shadow wouldn't let him on the bed if he did, but Snakes usually calmed him with a hand over his nose.
Another, slightly slower, nod from the former Joe urged Storm Shadow to sit up, gently pushing the other man up with him. The warm arm that lingered around Snake Eyes shoulder went unnoticed as they pried themselves off the sofa. Timber flopped his head back down and Storm Shadow turned the television off before following the black clad man upstairs. Snake Eyes assumed that wolf would follow him upstairs in a few minutes. Timber was a loyal wolf after all.
When the two men approached the top floor, they looked at each other to say goodnight. Before the words could even form on their tongues, Mindbender toppled out of his room, piss faced drunk and slovenly stumbling over his own feet. The gin bottle in his hand tumbled to the floor, thankfully not breaking. Storm Shadow glared at the man for interrupting his time with Snakes.
"Mindbender… what do you think you are doing?" Just because he had to allow the man to stay at his manor didn't mean that he had to like him, or be polite. Fuck all of his training in mannerisms, this lunatic was nothing short of the top of his 'to kill' list. The scientist glanced up at the white clad man as he rolled over from his position on the floor, gurgling in his own laughter.
"You… you two… are cute." Mindbender slurred. Storm Shadow glared at the imbecilic genius. If he even thought about saying-
"WHEN YOU GONNA KISS 'EM?" The moron yelped. Patience had given out, driving Storm Shadow to grab a nearby hated vase and smash it on the doctor's head. It wasn't the nicest cover up, but at least it shut the man up.
"For the last time…. He. Is. Not. My. Lover." Storm Shadow growled through clenched teeth, his voice low and demanding. He hoped that Snakes hadn't heard that, but part of him knew that the excellent hearing of the black clad man was bound to pick up the words.
Tommy turned around to see Snakes smiling at him, his healed face a picture of perfection. His legs wouldn't move… and Snakes was coming closer. He wasn't scared, but he wasn't trying to really move either. What was wrong with him? What if this happened in battle? He'd be shot, just like back in Kyoto when he'd gotten careless on the job under the influence of red wine. That bullet didn't come out well either. There was a jagged scar going from his lower left side pectoral to the middle of his chest where the ninja had to pull it out by hand while his lungs were trying to fill with blood. That was a horrible night- he'd missed his damned target thanks to one damnable bullet and missed his show!
"Snakes…" Tommy whispered as he came back to reality, noting that the black clad man had draped himself over the white ninja's shoulders. Snakes was warm… he was… different. Tommy hadn't been with many women in his time, mostly due to disinterest and the inability to get invested in long term relationships. After all, can't force a fish to fly or a bird to swim.
"Mmm…" Snakes sighed against him. Tommy was certain he was dreaming. He had to be. This wasn't happening. Snakes… Snakes was a good man. With a good woman. Who… who he loved… and… and he planned to have a family with her. Tommy was just his… his friend.
"Snakes… it's late… let's get you to bed." Tommy said as he gently pulled the younger man off of him and towards the right room. When they got to the door, Snakes wouldn't let go of him. He pushed and prodded, rubbed and crushed in the exact places that Tommy didn't want to be touched.
"Snakes… Snakes, please…" Tommy tried to convince him to let go with gently pulling. Snake Eyes wouldn't have it, and stared at Tommy with the saddest eyes that the Arashikage had ever seen. It froze the former assassin in his place.
Snakes took the opportunity to test out a theory… a slightly frightening theory that he might not have wanted to hear the results to… but it needed to be done. He had to know if he could stay here any longer or if this was all just a fucked up hormone induced shit storm. If it was, then he needed to fix this now. He needed to know so Tommy could go on his way, live a full life and be happy with a woman while Snakes went back to Scarlett and got some kind of psychiatric help. He… he was a man after all. He should have been in love with a woman. A red headed, offering woman. Not the ebony haired beauty that he'd fallen in lo-
Not until the test was over.
It wasn't love yet…
Not if it wasn't returned.
Lips brushed together-
Tommy held his position.
This had to be a dream.
It had to be.
This… was too much.
And… his body wouldn't listen.
His lips responded, violating the warm mouth of the black clad ninja roughly as he crashed their bodies against the wall, grabbing the other man roughly as he savored the kiss. He grabbed the blonde hair that he'd envied for so long, rushing his fingers through the locks as he tried to get some grip on reality.
Snakes responded, slowly at first, not knowing how far this would go… and fearful that he might still lose the man he cared for. What if this was a mockery of him? A tease to pull him under, get his defenses down and slay him for being wrong?
Tommy broke the kiss, not knowing what to do as he pulled away from the other man. Rose colored lips and bright blue eyes looked at him cautiously, judging him. Tommy could read exactly what they said.
He was going to run, and his legs tried to get him to escape when the black clad man grabbed his wrist.
Here it came.
Here was his execution for defiling the sacred order with his perverted ideas of his sword brother.
This was it… not that there was much to live for when Snakes saw him as-
Snakes lips found his again. Gentle, sweet lips that told him truths even when he had lied so many times to the other man.
"I… I don't understand." Tommy said as he allowed his frozen arms to rise from his sides, encasing the other warrior in his tight embrace. He'd wake up any moment and Snakes still wouldn't be his. That's how all of his dreams ended. Abruptly and royally messed up- leaving him feeling dirty and diseased.
"You..." Snake Eyes hushed against the darkened room.
"Me?"Tommy asked, unknowing of what the man meant.
"But… you had a future… you had a life. A woman. A good job. You had everything a man could want." Tommy spoke, fearful of being teased again. He had loved the younger man in training. He killed men and terrified women just for a chance to be with Snake Eyes.
"Not… what I… wanted." Snakes said as he pulled the white assassin into his lips again.
"Any word from the good doctor?" Duke asked as he placed an ice pack on the Commander's head. Scarlett had attempted to kill him by shoving him down the stairs this time. Duke knew why she was mad, but trying to kill the only person to unite the world and fix (to some degree) all the wrongs in it was probably not a good idea. She got off lucky and was currently pouting in her room, probably trying to figure out the next plan to off the ruler.
"I… haven't checked in a few hours." Rex said as he pulled Duke into his lap as he flopped back on the bed, managing to hold the ice to his bruising forehead. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, checking for messages of any sort.
One text message appeared on the ridiculously bright screen. The minor concussion he had wasn't helping anything, but the doctors said it wasn't anything to worry about by this hour. He had to squint his eyes to see the letters on the screen.
"Fucking finally…" Rex grumbled, tossing the phone to one side as he allowed Duke to get behind his head, propping him up.
"Finally? His asinine plan actually worked?" Duke said as he stared at the television screen. He had always had his doubts about the validity of the madman, and this last plan to mix testosterone and serotonin was insane.
"Yup, must have gotten them to do something…" Rex said as he rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around Duke's waist. He could feel the sleepiness coming back to him as he tried to nudge himself under the blankets.
Ok, good? Bad? Revamp please? Polite feedback would be greatly welcomed.