Ocelot Monologue

No, he's scared of what he wants. Ocelot understands that, they're supposed to hate each other and grudgingly work together and toss insults at each other like a damned football every second they're together.

It's not like Kaz doesn't call him an idiot at least ten times a day, but about two of those times are after a bad joke or the butchering of a language. As good as he is at knowing everyone's true intentions, the confusion still lingers after he sees the fondness behind Kaz's smile lines, even as he's rolling his eyes at an awful pun or when Ocelot points out that yes, those two recruits are fucking, he can tell by the way they walk.

Clouds obscure the sun, chasing the sunlight out of view. Maybe it's foreboding, the way the moisture
Yet, he's soft as the sunlight peeking through the clouds right now, pale skin a stark contrast against the red glove that forces him to lift his chin up to meet Ocelot's gaze again after breaking away from the intensity.

"You just gonna fuckin' stare at me?" Miller bites, eyes flashing as he spits the venomous words out.

Ocelot huffs a laugh, short, but answers him anyway.

"And if I do?" Ocelot answers a question with a question, raising a thick eyebrow questioningly. There's no malice in his voice, it was no cruel taunt. Just teasing, voice dripping with sensuality.

Kaz scoffs, pursing his lips, betraying the way his pulse thumps like a fish caught in a net, Ocelot's hand casually creeping from his jaw to his neck, feeling the erratic pulse there.

"Easy there, Socrates," Miller says, voice becoming less steady and more breathy when he feels the cold gloves ghost over such a vulnerable place. Ocelot had more than enough practice snapping necks, crushing windpipes, asphyxia was nothing new to him. He could kill him, right then, right there with the flick of a
Ocelot grins crookedly, unrestrained as his hands find their way to Miller's lower stomach, carefully watching the way his eyes light up in recognition.

"Not particularly, but it's easier to touch you this way. I'm sure you don't mind, right?" Ocelot works on unbuckling the blond's belt, not letting his eyes stray from Kaz, effectively holding him in place with his gaze.

"You want to touch me? How kind of you," Miller grits his teeth as Ocelot's fingertips brush his bulge, refusing to let his eyes close even though he's dying for release.

Kaz is a little over half-hard, just from making out with Ocelot and it's a compliment but it feels like a punch straight to his gut and he's sort of irritated at the both of them for not figuring out this whole sexual tension thing earlier because Kaz is really hot and Ocelot is really turned on.

Is Miller also annoying as hell? Yes. Is he too stubborn for his own good? Yes. Does he argue with Ocelot just to have something to do? Probably.

That doesn't change the fact that the sex is phenomenal.

In a weird way, it kind of makes the