#bottom liquid

Fuck. 

Perhaps you went a bit too far.

You grunt before standing up and grabbing your own coat. You paid whatever was remaining of the tab, despite him promising the night was on him, and rushed out of the pub to look for him.

Scanning the various streets, you see him walking down the street across from the pub and immediately catch up to him. He hears your heavy footsteps behind him, but he doesn’t turn to face you. 

“Liquid.” You call out to him.

But he just ignores you and starts to walk faster. You feel a small sense of annoyance at his actions, but you try not to show it. What was it that was so bad that he was trying so hard to hide from you? 

“Liquid.” You say, in a sterner tone. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks, still not facing you. You wait for him to say something, do something, anything.

“Talk to me.” You say, before placing a hand on his shoulder. The moment you do, he shoves your hand off him before speaking.

“You really..don’t know anything, huh?” He says, surprisingly, not angry. You tilt your head slightly before crossing your arms. “You’re just that oblivious, are you? And here I thought you were the one who could read people like a book.” He says, his voice cracking slightly at the end of his sentence. You’ve never heard him sound so...defeated before. And you’ve known him a long time.

“What is this about, Liquid?” You say, testing the waters and placing your hand on his shoulder again. This time, he doesn’t fight back and lets you turn him around. Your eyes widen at the sight.

His eyes are brimming with tears, his cheeks and nose dusted with pink. He pushes your hand off his shoulder and wipes his eyes. His mouth opens for a moment before he chooses to remain silent.

Was this about—no. There’s no way. You had questioned yourself about your own feelings before, but never acted on them. If this is about what you think it is, then this changes everything. But he would never admit it. His pride would never let him admit these feelings—

“You like me, don’t you?” You say, cutting straight to the chase. His eyes widen slightly at your words before looking down at the ground. 

The words hang in the air for a moment before you continue.

“You’ve liked me for a while, haven’t you? Ever since you were in the hospital.” 

Fuck. He really wasn’t subtle. He had never seen you in that way before, until he saw just how caring you were. He never had that growing up. Stability was a luxury, and fighting was all he knew. Engraved into him was the belief that he was the inferior one in every aspect—and that he never deserved anything. But you changed that. And since then, he has been stuck in his feelings for you.

But he knew you wouldn’t feel the same. He always thought you’d never feel the same as him. He was prepared for rejection, having played the same scenario in his head over and over again about him confessing his feelings and you rejecting him—

“I like you too.” You say.

What...?

He looked up at you, almost immediately, having forgotten what it was exactly he was angry about. His lips quiver slightly before breathing out, “Why?” This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be. How could you love somebody like him? 

“You have been through a lot. You’re egotistical. You’re uncompromising, but you’re loyal. You know what you’re fighting for. That’s what I love about you.” 

Love. Such a foreign word to use to describe what Liquid was feeling. He’s never felt this strong for something— someone before. But there was the underlying issue..

“Even though...you know, one day I’m going to die because of the virus?” He says, grabbing his own coat for some form of comfort at the thought that FOXDIE was going to get him one day.

But that one nod from you sealed it. 

“With however much time we have left, I will spend it all with you.” You say. He hears your answer and immediately lets out a scoff. Not a scoff of disbelief, but a scoff of relief.

“You idiot. Always know what to say, when to say it, huh?”

You liked him back, even with the virus infecting him, and you weren’t about to let this opportunity slip away.

You walked closer to him, practically inches away from him, placing your hand on his cheek and leaning down closer to his face. 

“If you don’t want this, then tell me now.” You say, unsure of how comfortable he was with this. He clicks his tongue before impatiently grabbing your face in his hands and slamming your lips together. He had waited months for this, and he was going to do it for as long as he wanted. 

Your eyes widen at his sudden actions, but you quickly reciprocate with your lips moving as well. You opted for placing your hands on his slimmer waist, as he shifts his hands to the back of your neck, pulling the two of you closer.

You lick the bottom of his lips, causing him to gasp, which gave you an opening to slip your tongue in. He lets out a muffled sound when he feels your tongue exploring his. 

It feels like you two were making out for eternity before pulling away for the need for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips together. The moment he gets a breath of air, he goes back into the kiss, not wanting to waste any second. You allow it to happen as he speaks against your lips.

“Take me. Now. I can’t wait any longer.” He says, eyes lidded, as he tries to take it one step further each time.

Shit. He really doesn’t care where he is, huh?

“Let’s go to my place. I have something I want to try there.” You say.

He lets out a soft groan, not wanting to stop, but he allows you to lead him to your car.

23:39 p.m.

Your Apartment.

“Fuck, Liquid..wait–” You say as he pushes you onto the edge of your bed. 

You prop yourself on your elbows as he immediately dives into the space between your legs and undoes the belt buckle on your pants. He eagerly pulls your pants down to your knees, not caring about ripping the seams, and sees just how hard you are.

He almost drools at the sight of your bulge. Fuck. You were huge. He needed it now, but something was holding him back.

You look down at him, wondering why he stopped. 

“What’s wrong? Is this too much?” You ask as you fully sit up. He snaps out of his thoughts before shaking his head.

“It’s not that, it’s just..” He drifts off.

You wanted nothing more than for him to feel comfortable telling you something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. “I haven’t been fully honest about what I am...and you can back out now if you want.” He says before standing up.

He unbuttons his shirt before taking a deep breath and fully removing his top. Top surgery scars present themselves, stretching on the underside of his pecs. He gauges your reaction before covering his chest up, seemingly insecure about his own body.

“If you don’t like it..we can stop here–”

“What are you saying? Why would I want to stop?” You asked, confused, raising your eyebrows before taking his hands in yours. He is surprised by your answer, but still looks away from you.

“I don’t know..I thought maybe you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if you found out what I actually am. I wouldn’t blame you if you did–” You cut him off by pulling him into your lap with a kiss. You look at him through your lashes as you rest your forehead against his.

“I like you for you, Liquid. I'll love you regardless of what you choose to identify as.” You say as you caress the scarred skin on his defined chest. How could you love another person when the perfect one for you was right here?

He lets out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around your broad shoulders.

“Alright then, show me what you can do, big boy.” He says with an egotistical smirk.

You lift him up by his legs, and he wraps his legs around you, almost losing stability as you suddenly carry him, seemingly with not much effort. He clings to you as you slowly lower him onto the bed so that you are on top of him instead.

“You don’t have to go slow, you fool. I can take much more than—” He lets out a yelp as you remove his pants in one swift motion, leaving him in his boxers. You lean down and use your teeth to pull them off while sliding them off his legs.

After tossing them somewhere around the room, you take a moment to admire his beautiful pussy, connecting the folds together was a round, throbbing clit, and topping it all off was a well-groomed blonde bush. He eagerly spread his legs, allowing you to admire Liquid in all his glory. 

You take your own sweet time pressing open kisses from his abs, trailing down to his navel. He takes your face in his hands and tilts your head upwards so you’re looking at each other.

“Do you like how my body looks? You greedy slut.” He says with a smirk, boosting his own ego as you respond. “Yeah, I wanna lick all over it.” You say as your breathing becomes more laboured, like an animal in heat.

His golden, tan skin–well defined by years of training, those golden locks you wanted to pull on, his lean waist..

What a vixen.

And he was all yours.

He feels his pussy throb at that sentence alone. “Fuck–somehow I’m even more turned on hearing that. Eat me out, now.” He says while leaning back and getting comfortable, using that demanding tone he’s used with you multiple times.

You considered it for a moment, but didn’t feel like rewarding his behaviour, neither was he wasn’t asking nicely.

You push yourself up, so you're face-to-face with his alluring, hairless chest. You lean down and suck a nipple into your mouth while taking the other one between two pads of your fingers. His face shoots up and whines out when you don’t follow his request.

“N-Not there, you idiot..! Eat me out–hngh,fuck..now!” He says, stuttering as he feels your tongue traces around the shape of his hardened nipples. He places he back of his hand over his mouth, trying to prevent noises from coming out–and it worked..barely.

After playing with his chest for a while, you suddenly stopped and stood up from the bed. His eyes followed your figure as you head to a drawer to pull something, or somethings out. 

You lay it all on the bed, and his eyes widen–it's a cat costume set, complete with furry cat ears, a pink collar with a bell, black lace stockings, and a thong that barely covers anything. And is that–a cat tail with a plug attached to it?

“This is..what I wanted to try with you. I didn’t buy this on my own–my neighbour accidentally bought the wrong costume set and gave it to me for free. I thought one day I could see you with it on, only if you want to.”

What the fuck. Never guessed that you could still surprise him after all this time. But he was about to surprise you even more.

“I-you..how did you–” He stutters. “How did you know? Who told you? Was it Ocelot?”

You look up at him with a confused look. His face is bright red as he sits up in bed. “He didn’t tell me anything–”

“Bullshit! He told you, didn’t he? He saw that text message I accidentally sent to him, and he was unrelentingly making fun of me for it–” He stutters.

“Liquid, he didn’t tell me anything. I had no idea you..” You drift off. The great Liquid Snake, the ‘Black Mamba’, leader of FOXHOUND, has a clothing fetish.

He takes a moment to collect himself before crawling over to the outfit lying on the bed. He picks up the thong and contemplates it.

After a long while of trying to convince him to wear it, he gave in and wore the costume–on the condition you looked away while he did. He looked at himself in the mirror once he was done, and God, did he look good. 

“I’m done..” He mumbles, and you turn around and take in the sight before you. The cat ears..the thigh-high stockings, the collar..it made your head spin.

“You look gorgeous..even better than I imagined.” You say.

“Don’t get used to it, fool. This is only a one-time thing–” You suddenly pull him into your lap, biting and sucking the skin near his jugular vein. He lets out an embarrassingly loud moan when you suck a specific spot on his neck.

“F-fuck..alright. I wore your stupid costume. Now eat me out, already!” He says as he grinds on your hard-on. He feels himself clench around nothing as his hole lets out more slick at the friction between his bare pussy and your boxers.

You pulled away to admire the marks you did on his golden tan skin. 

Oh, well. He did do what you wanted, might as well reward him.

You lay him back on the bed once more, the bell of the collar making a jingle sound as you dive between his legs and lick a stripe up his leaking hole. He lets out a shaky moan at that and trails his hand down to rub at his sore clit. You smack his hand away as you continue to eat him out while neglecting the bundle of nerves that were begging to be touched.

“N-no please, fuck..please..damn it! Touch me there..!” He whines out.

“I am touching you.” You prove your point by spreading his legs even more with your hands. He shakes his head, frustrated.

“N-no..not there, my clit..damn it!” He demands as he places his hands over his face.

His words were not the words you wanted to hear. You wanted to break his ego and make him beg for it. For someone who hates being called a brat, he sure was acting like one.

“I’ll touch your clit, but only if you ask nicely. Good boys are good because they ask nicely, and right now, you’re being a very bad boy, Liquid.” You say as you trail your hands up to his chest. 

His whole body shivers at your words. This was..new territory. He could be good. He wants to be good. And if begging is what it will take for him to feel good, fuck his ego.

He bites the inside of his cheek as he speaks. “P-please..eat my clit out...daddy.” He says breathlessly and twitches as you pinch one of his nipples.

“Now, that’s a good boy, Liquid.” You say.

“Eli..c-call me Eli.. I want to forget everything tonight..Big Boss, David–all of it. Please..make me forget it all. Make me feel good, please..” He says, and you swore you saw hearts in his eyes.

“Fuck, Eli..” You say as you go down on his pussy, this time, finally suckling on his throbbing clit after all this time, and he screams. Finally, you were giving him what he wanted.

Eli's legs wrap around your head, coaxing you to go faster. You do so as your fingers remain at his chest, toying with his overstimulated nipples. His hands dig into your hair, pushing your face closer to his pussy as he continues to moan out.

“So good..fuck..! M-more..I need more..!” He cries out. You remove your hands from his chest and pull your face away from his clit. You quickly replace your tongue with your fingers, rubbing them in a circular motion. One finger from your other hand collects the slick and saliva at the entrance of his hole and presses against it.

The finger easily slips inside as he lets out a yelp at the sudden intrusion. He had played with himself, of course, but your fingers were much bigger and longer than his. He lets out a string of curses when your finger grazes that one spot inside him that makes him see stars. You mentally took note of the spot and abused it to no end. He hadn’t even noticed that you stopped toying with his clit and instead focused on your finger.

“I-I can take another one..give it to me–please..!” He begs with a high-pitched moan. How could you say no when he was asking so nicely?

You took your finger out halfway and slipped the second one in as they entered at the same time. You continued prepping his hole for you as you used your other hand to take off your shirt. Fuck..your body was too much for him. Slick was gathering at the base of your fingers, and you suddenly pulled your fingers out to lather it on your hard, untouched cock. 

You suddenly inserted three fingers into him with no warning, and his mind was gone. Your fingers continued to move in and out at a relentless pace while he gripped the sheets. You wanted to see him cum. You needed to see it. You continued jerking yourself off while fingering his hole.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum..hngh, s-slow down..-” He begged, but you didn’t slow down once. Tears filled his eyes as he neared his edge. 

“Cum on my fingers, Eli. Let yourself go.” You say in a commanding tone, and that was it. His back arched as his fingers clenched around your fingers like a vice, and he screamed. He had never cum that hard before, and a milky white fluid began to drip from his pussy folds. 

That was..you needed to see it again. 

“Come for me again, Eli.” 

You gave him a moment to breathe before slipping your fingers back in his overstimulated hole. Eli lets out a loud scream as he tries pushing you away.

“Wait..! W-wait, you, moron..I still– shit, need time..fuck, are you even listening to m-me? Oh..hngh..-!” Eli cries out, but you don’t register it. You need to see him cum undone again. Again and again. The squelching sound of his slick and your fingers and his moans fill the room.

It doesn’t take long before he feels his orgasm approaching. “I-I’m gonna–cum again..wait..! No-fuck, fuck, fuck..not yet!” Eli shakes his head as he tries to stop it from approaching, but you didn’t like that. Your thumb rubs against his clit, and that wave of pleasure comes crashing down fast.

He swore he saw stars as he blacked out, as a water stream came shooting out of his pussy. He just squirted from you fingering him. 

Fuck.

You needed to be inside him. Right now.

His mind doesn’t register the change in his position, so that he’s face down on the bed and his hips are raised. He pants openly into the sheets before he feels an intrusion at the entrance of his worn-out hole–an intrusion that was too big to be your fingers.

Eli feels the fat head of your cock slowly entering him, and he doesn’t have the energy to fight anymore, and lets out broken moans. You were big..definitely bigger than the average person, and you grunt as your cock reaches halfway into his pussy.

“Fuck..Eli, relax..” You moan out. Despite fingering him and making him come twice, his hole was still clenching around you like a vice. Fuck, Eli felt so good around you. Better than you ever imagined. You took a moment to calm down before you pushed your hips forward, burying yourself inside him. 

“Fuck–you’re..too-big..!” He says, before you set a fast pace, chasing your own high. The collar bell rings in sync with your thrusts, and the bed creaks loudly because of the speed you were going at. 

“You..r-really..ngh..-can't hold it in anymore..huh? Y-you–are no different than a, oh fuck, dog i-in heat, huh?” He says, trying to still sound prideful, but it just comes out as desperate. You continue pounding his tight pussy until you notice the tail plug still on the bed. 

You lean to grab it while still thrusting into him and lick the tip of it before placing it at the entrance of his anus. He stops moaning and whips his head around when he feels the cold, wet metal at the entrance of his virgin hole. 

“What the–fuck are you doing–?” He says, panicking slightly. You push his head onto the mattress before leaning down to his ear. “You want to be a good boy, right? Want me to make you feel good? Then let me make you feel good..”

He whimpers a “Fine..” as he buries his face into the mattress, and you let out a hum of satisfaction. You pull out for a second, using your hand to scoop up some slick, to which he moans before thrusting into him again. 

You coat the plug with the slick you collected before placing it at the entrance of his other hole again. He feels the semi-cold metal start to enter him bit-by-bit as he lets out a string of curses, the pain lingering at the new intrusion. You admire it as he appears to have a tail.

Fuck, this was so hot.

You continue thrusting as he lets out a string of curses and moans at the harsh thrusts. Despite his words of resistance, you knew he loved it. The way his hole fluttered around your cock every few seconds, you knew he was getting close again.

"Shit–this feels weird..-! Oh God.." He moans out. The pain that was pulsing around his rectum was now gone, leaving behind only the feeling of pleasure at the act of being filled in both holes.

You wanted him to feel even better. You wanted him to reach the heights of pleasure that he didn't even think were possible.

Reaching down to grab the base of the tail, you experimentally tug it in sync with your thrust, and Eli let out a loud mewl at that.

"Not–both at the s-same time..! Holy-fuck, shit..I can't-It's too much!" He moans out, his arms shaky as he tries to hold himself up.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "But you like it, no? You love it when I play with both of your holes." You say, tugging on it once more, only for him to let out a shaky moan. You knew his body better than he did, and that excited him.

"Yes..yess, I do..! I do.." He slurs, nodding and resting his upper body on the bed, not caring about anything else. Right now, it was just you and him fucking like beasts.

You grit your teeth as you resume your brutal pace, tugging the plug hard enough that it slips out with a 'pop' sound from his hole. His now puffy, stretched-out hole is left clenching around nothing as some of his slick from earlier drools out from it. Throwing the plug somewhere on the bed, you decide to try something.

You reach down to grab the collar and tugged it upwards, so he was leaning against your chest. He let out a choked-out whine and moan as his hands went to the collar, trying to relieve some of the pressure. You leaned down and tried to give him a kiss–it was more teeth and tongue if anything, yet you felt him smirk against your lips. Your lips parted, and you saw tears of pleasure flowing down his face. Still holding him by the collar, you used your other hand to rub at his clit.

“Holy–fuck, I’m cumming daddy, I’m fucking coming..make me come, daddy–so fucking big..hah, come on..” He cried out, not caring about anything else other than his own pleasure.

Fuck, was he even hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth?

You rubbed his clit harder, feeling your own orgasm approaching fast. He clenched around you so hard, you saw white as waves of pleasure overtook him. His eyes rolled back, and his whole body trembled as the only thing holding him up was you. The feeling of his juices dripping all over your cock can only be described as heavenly. You quickly pulled out and released the collar, causing him whine out and fall onto the bed, twitching.

You turned his head with your hands while stroking yourself and aiming into his mouth. You let out a grunting sound as you release your seed into his parted lips. You closed his jaw shut before growling out, “Swallow.”

You visibly see his Adam’s apple bob as he parts his now-empty mouth, showing you just how obedient he was.

“That’s my good messy slut.” You praise him. You lean down and give him a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

12:57 a.m.

The two of you sit in the bathtub of your bathroom, washing off the sweat and fluids from each other. You were scrubbing his back with a washcloth in a comfortable silence. You see the marks and bruises you left on his body, a pit of guilt still eating away at you due to how rough you were.

“I’m sorry I went too rough. I lost control just now.” You say, guiltily. He groans before turning to you. 

“Why do you keep apologising? I already told you I enjoyed it. So, stop feeling bad. Besides, I liked seeing you lose all composure.” He says as he wipes his damp hair out of his face. You nod your head and continue scrubbing his back with soap.

“I would suggest using that outfit again for another occasion, but–” He says before continuing. “I believe it’s in ruins.” He says as you turn to the bathroom floor, seeing the ripped stockings and thong.

“I’ll buy you a new one. You can pick whatever you want online.” You say as you rinse the soap off his back. He turns his head, a smile on his face.

“I already have a few ideas in mind. After all, we've got all the time in the world." He says. He leans up and pecks you on the lips.

“I love you, you fool.” He says.

“I love you even more, Eli.” You say, bringing him in for a sweet kiss.

May, 2005.

Three months since the events that took place on that remote island in Alaska, Shadow Moses.

Solid Snake, also known as ‘David,’ managed to escape with Meryl. Metal Gear Rex was destroyed, and so was Liquid.

He knew that FoxDie was going to get him sooner or later, but he had to learn not to view himself for what he was: a set of genes. A clone of a set of genes from Big Boss himself. He couldn’t let a set of genes define him; he had to find a purpose in life. Live for it. But what could he have to live for? FOXHOUND is done for. Sniper Wolf, Vulcan Raven, Decoy Octopus...all dead at the hands of Solid Snake. Revolver Ocelot was another story. He and Liquid had parted ways since Shadow Moses, but not you.

You had stuck by him, despite him sacrificing nearly everything and everyone just to get back at his brother. You were there for him when he was recovering and helped him with his injuries when he was discharged—the whole way. He never understood why you were so willing to help out. Perhaps it was loyalty? Maybe you were just being a good guy to help him out in a country he wasn’t familiar with.

Or perhaps it was something more. 

19:46 p.m. 

Your Apartment.

You were currently in the bathroom, trimming your beard, trying to look presentable before heading out. It had been a while since you had done so.

Liquid had suddenly invited you to go out drinking that day, the first time in forever—saying it was his way of saying ‘thanks’ for helping him out. The two of you never drank much together, despite knowing each other for a good while. But since February, it seems like he’s practically living at the pub.

After wiping shaving cream off your face, you wore something presentable and sprayed some new cologne you bought. You headed out the door with your belongings and drove to the location he sent you.

20:03 p.m.

Brew House.

Liquid had been waiting at the entrance for a while, leaning his head against the wall due to him still being somewhat hungover from his previous night at the same pub. At this point, he’s considered a regular there now, with the bartender having recognized him time and time again as ‘that one British guy’ coming to the pub practically every week.

It had been a while since he saw you—the last time being when you gave him a ride to the hospital to check up on his injuries. He had...missed you, in other words, but of course he wouldn’t admit that. But he felt like he owed you for being helpful in his recovery journey and wanted to show his appreciation.

He glanced at his watch, noticing the time. He let out a long sigh and looked around for any sign of you. He was an impatient man at times, despite suddenly invited you just a couple of hours earlier himself.

“Where in the bloody hell is he? I must look desperate out here.” He muttered under his breath when, suddenly, a silhouette came into his line of sight. It was you. He pushed himself off the wall and took in your physical form. Had you gotten...bulkier since the last time he saw you? He felt that tingly feeling in his stomach whenever he was with you, but he wouldn’t understand why.

“There you are! Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting practically ages.” He says impatiently, in that all-too-familiar tone you recognized. 

You turned on your phone and looked at the time. 20:06 p.m.

“You told me to meet you by 8:15. I’m basically early.” You say, already knowing what he was going to say. “It doesn’t matter,” you bet.

“It doesn’t matter! It’s fine, regardless...let’s just head inside.” He says, huffing and turning towards the entrance.

“Knew it,” you thought as you stuffed your hands into your pockets.

The two of you then head inside the pub. It didn’t take long for you two to find some empty seats at the bar. You two sat at the bar, and he ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio, not bothering to ask you what you wanted. You usually preferred stronger drinks, but wine was okay, too. He turned to you and sized you up and down, wondering how you were doing. At first, there was silence until one person decided to talk first.

“So—” “So how—” Both of you spoke at the same time. He immediately looked away with a red face from you while you looked at the table. He sighed and turned back before speaking first.

“How have you been?” He asked. You turned your head towards him when he spoke.

“Not too bad, what about you?” You asked back.

“Same here.” He replies back and looks away.

Silence.

God, this was awkward. And it’s not like you two don’t know each other. A few weeks apart shouldn’t be the reason things are awkward now—

“I’m sorry.” You say the words that were weighing on you for months are finally coming to the surface. Liquid whips his head to you when you suddenly apologize. Why are you apologizing? Sorry for what?

“I should’ve done more during Shadow Moses. I should’ve helped out more. If I did, you could’ve achieved your goal of killing your brother and FOXHOUND would still be present—”

“You fool, is that why you're apologizing?” He cuts you off. “What’s done is done. We all did what we were supposed to. And if you ask me, I’d say it was Ocelot who did the least amount of work. So don’t ever bring up that damn day again, alright?” He says with a clenched fist and a sour tone. He clearly still isn’t over that day. The day when he almost managed to achieve his goal. Had it not been for his injuries in the crash, he wouldn’t have passed out, and David would probably already be dead.

The bartender places two glasses, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio in front of the two of you. Liquid immediately takes it and pours himself a glass, not thinking to pour you one too. You look at your own empty glass before nodding your head.

“Alright,” you say, simply. “I’m sorry.” He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp of his drink while taking a peek at you. He notices the fresh shave of your facial hair and the veins poking out of your larger biceps. "Wow...he's so"—fuck. His cheeks develop a dust of pink on them before sighing and muttering something you couldn’t really hear. 

“Thank you.” He says softly. You turn to him before asking him to repeat it again.

“I said thank you, idiot. Thanks for...helping me out. You saved my life back then at Shadow Moses...so, thank you.” He says, without looking at you. He vaguely remembers you finding him injured, passed out. He remembers you bandaging his injured body and keeping his vitals stable until help arrived.

You didn’t say anything while pouring yourself a glass before responding simply, “Don’t worry about it. I just did what I had to do.”

For some reason, that answer didn’t satisfy him. He wanted to hear something else. He wanted to hear more. He believed—knew—people don’t go out of their way to save someone like him. In fact, if it wasn’t you, he probably would’ve succumbed to his injuries because no one else would’ve bothered to help him. 

“I—” he says before stopping himself. He takes a moment before continuing. “Tonight is on me. So...order whatever you like. If you want to.” He says, preventing himself from saying whatever it was he wanted to say, and instead swirls his glass. You raised your eyebrow at his hesitation. Liquid was never one to hesitate to speak his mind, and that made you question his motives. But you don’t pry into the issue and instead thank him. You ordered some whiskey, and he continues to drink his own.

22:56 p.m.

It had been a while since you two were in the pub, and the night was going better than before. Nostalgia filled the night as you two conversed about the day you met and what events the two of you had gone through together. Some occasional smiles were exchanged, and a small laugh was earned by him. Slowly, the conversation began to shift towards one about relationships. 

With a flushed face, Liquid asked, unfiltered, “So, do you have a girlfriend?” He asks shamelessly. You pause to answer and reply, “There is a girl—her name is Maria…” Liquid’s mood suddenly turned sour. He looked down at his glass, trying not to show disappointment as he looked at his reflection through the glass. Why is he upset at that? Of course you would have a girlfriend..you're nice, and good-looking and—

You take a sip of your whiskey before continuing, “We broke up a few months ago. So, I don’t currently have a girlfriend.” Liquid unconsciously took a breath of relief and nodded. “O-okay, good...” He mutters the last word.

You turn to him with an unreadable expression before he shakes his head. “Fuck, no. That’s not what I—you idiot! I didn’t mean anything by it—"

“Liquid.”

“I know you didn’t invite me out tonight just to chat as old friends, and I know there’s something on your mind. So why don’t you just say it?” You say, the mood suddenly shifting into a serious tone. Fuck, was he that obvious? His mind stutters for a moment before he shakes his head.

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. " He says, trying to get you to just drop the subject. "You need to get your head out of the gutter and just ignore whatever I said—“ You cut him off again.

“I’m not going to drop this like it’s nothing, so why don’t you stop being a brat and say what you need to say?”

…What did you just call him?

A brat?

Him?

That’s one of the few words he absolutely despised—and you knew that.

His face goes red in embarrassment, and he stands up from his chair and points an accusatory finger in your face.

“I may be many things, but you do not get to call me a brat, and I’m done having this conversation.” He says angrily as he grabs his coat and heads for the door, leaving you alone.