#snakexscott

Clean.

Scott blinked. “No way.” He muttered, stepping into the room. All of the trash had been thrown away. His desk had been wiped clean of residue. Even the floor looked vacuumed. Vacuumed? How the hell did he sleep through that?

“Urggggh!” Scott shouted. In frustration he punched the wall. He felt his knuckles crack and sting, but he didn't care. Why, why did Snake have to do this? Did he feel bad about what had happened last night or something, or was he acting out because of last night? Was he trying to actually be nice?

Jund let himself slide down the wall. He just wanted his thoughts to be gone. Something inside him had shifted when it came to Snake. It hurt his head to even think about it. Too many things were going on now, and with that asshole around he was more likely to screw something up.

“Jund?”  Snake’s voice cut through the silence like a knife.

Scott ignored him, hoping he would let him be. Naturally the presence never left. Instead Jund felt the older man draw closer. “What the fuck game are you playing…” Scott muttered.

There was a pause. “ ‘Scuse me?”

“I said,” Scott looked up, feeling his face flushed with rage, “what the fuck game are you playing?” his voice became a roar.

Snake cocked his head, blinking in confusion. “What are you—“

“Shut the fuck up!” Scott suddenly exploded, springing to his feet. “I know what you’re doing! You’re trying to fuck with me! You want to mess up my head and make me think that everything’s different now, huh? Well, fuck you!”

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about—“

“Shut up! Quit bullshitting!” He snapped.

Scott saw it then, the slight hesitation in the older man's eyes. An instant confirmation that this was something he was planning.

A sudden wave of fresh anger drowned all other emotions inside of him. Here was Scott having a panic attack inside his chest wondering if things had changed between him and this man, when the whole time Snake was just being a dick. He hardly noticed when he felt his hand ball into a fist and come flying straight for the taller man’s jaw.

The contact came by surprise for both of them. Snake staggered back, dumbfounded, as his newly split lip swelled. He raised a hand to it, touching it gingerly.

Scott watched with curiosity and the slightest bit of fear. He couldn't fight Snake. The man was good few inches taller than him, and twice as large. What the hell was he thinking?

Snake’s eyes suddenly flashed up at Scott, glinting with amusement. In one quick step he closed the distance between them, pulling his forearm up and using it to slam into Scott’s chest, knocking the air out of him and crashing him into the wall.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” Snake chuckled.

Jund gasped in a breath. “Fuck…you…”

“Fuck me? Apparently you already did that last night.”  Snake narrowed his eyes, leaning closer. “Do you seriously think I’m that stupid?”

“What…”

“I knew you were lying, asshole. Why the hell do you think I've been fucking with you?” Snake whispered, sending chills down Scott’s spine.

Wait. Lying?

“You…you think I was lying?” Scott muttered.

There was no reply.

“Why the fuck would I lie about that?” Scott asked.

Snake frowned, releasing a bit of pressure he had on Scott’s chest.

It was just enough to shrug him off. “You think I’m such a dick that I would do that to you! I mean sure we fuck with each other but we’re still friends!” Scott was screaming now. All day he was feeling so frustrated and confused, and just now was he finally letting go.

“But you—“ Snake began.

“I can’t believe you would do all of this not out of kindness but just to fuck with me because you thought I was lying! And I thought I liked you—“ Scott faltered.

Shit.

Shit. Shit.

Did he just say that?

Snake raised an eyebrow, stepping back a few feet. “What?”

“Just get the hell out!” Jund could already feel the blistering heat rising to his face. “It’s so confusing! Leave me alone!”  Scott stepped past Snake. He had to get away.

A strong hand grabbing his wrist jerked him to a stop. “Not until you explain yourself.” Scott expected Snake’s voice to be intimidating, or full of laughter, but all he heard was a slight change in pitch in the end. Like he himself was confused.

“Let go!“ Scott demanded through gritted teeth, twisting and turning his wrist.

Instead Snake grabbed his other arm. “Answer.”

“No!” Scott thrashed around wildly. The grip on his arms was like iron.

Then he calmed down just enough to realize he had legs. Scott swiftly stomped down on one of Snake’s bare feet.

There was a grunt and Jund felt the grip lessen just a bit. The momentum of his flailing sent him tumbling backwards into the wall. A sharp pain went up his spine.

Silence.

Snake sighed. “Can you—“

“Don’t fucking talk to me!” Scott snapped. “I hate you so much! Just go fuck yourself you asshole!”  Scott leapt to his feet, running out of the room. He felt something wet and warm run down his cheeks. Was he crying?

He wiped at his eyes before dashing into his room and slamming the door stop. He bounced onto his bed, burying his face in a pillow.

“Why do I always fall in love with the dicks?” Scott wailed into his pillow, tears returning in full attack.

Suddenly a quiet knocking at his door pierced the air in his previously silent home. He swung his legs off of his bed and swiftly made his way to the front door. He opened his door to a shivering, soaking wet Scott. "Jund?! What are you doing outside? It's pouring out here! And more importantly, why are you here?" Scott just shivered as a response. "Oh what am I doing? Get in here before you freeze your ass off." He obeyed quietly and walked into the welcoming warmth of Snake's home.

"You look horrible." "Can we save the insults for later asshole?" "I was only being honest Jund." "Fuck you!" Snake sighed. "Just stay there, alright?" Scott just grunted in response. Snake turned on his heel to walk down the hall. He returned with a change of clothes and a blanket. "I know they're a little big, but we need to get you out of those clothes. The bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left. Take a shower and get changed." Scott muttered a "Thanks." and walked to the bathroom.

After exiting the shower, Scott changed into Snake's clothes and then ruffled his hair with a towel. He nuzzled his nose into the collar of the shirt. "Mmm. Smells like Snake." He thought to himself. He then mentally slapped himself. "What are you thinking Jund? He's your arch-enemy. You need to stop thinking of him like this." He shook his head clear of those thoughts and left the bathroom to meet Snake in the living room.

After Jund had gone to take a shower, Snake returned to his perch beside the window to continue watching the rain. Of course he would rather be in the darkness of his bedroom than in the light of the living room, but he couldn't just hide away while Jund was in his presense. He heard a small cough and turned around to see Scott with a small smile on his face. "Sure took you long enough." he said while draping the blanket around the smaller man's shoulders. "Why are you being so nice to me today?" "You showed up at my door sopping wet and freezing. I'm not that much of a jackass Jund." Scott wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and moved to sit on the couch.

A few minutes later Snake handed him a bowl of soup. "You expect me to eat one of my own kind?" "Just eat the fucking soup." He was hesitant at first but was soon enjoying the soup his friend had made for him. Once he was finished Snake began to ask him questions. "Why did you walk all the way here in the pouring rain? You have to have had a reason." "I..." "Just spit it out Jund." "I had to tell you something... in person." "Then say it." "I may like you as more than just a friend."

Scott came over to Snake's house once every week after that, just to see him. Today while they were sitting on the couch, something caught his eye. A guitar. "You play, Snake?" Snake followed Jund's eyes to see what he was looking at. "I do." He stood up to fetch his guitar. Scott watched him curiously. He had known Snake all these years but he never knew he played guitar. Snake returned to his place on the couch, guitar in hand. He started stumming a soft, lulling melody. He eventually started to sing along to the tune. "Ha. And you said you don't sing." Snake smiled. "Only for you."

“I saw a commercial for a game called Castlevania, it’s a horror game. I bet you would be too scared to play it though” Snake teased and Scott’s scrunched up his face. “Nah uh! I bet I could play it longer than you could!”

And that’s how Snake wound up sleeping over Scott’s house that night. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys to have sleep overs, even on school nights. Snake laid sprawled out on the Junds’ living room floor, facing the giant skeleton monkey in the game for the 5th time. Scott ran back from the kitchen and skipped across the living room floor, coming to a stop next to Snake.

“I got Mt.Dew and Doritos but don’t let my mom know” Scott half whispered, setting the junk food down. The skeleton monkey brought its giant fist down on Snake once again and the boy groaned in frustration.

“Let me try” Scott said, taking possession of the controller.

An hour later yet another jumpscare set Scott off and he found himself hiding his face in Snake’s chest. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly backed up,

“That never happened!” He exclaimed, returning to the game. Snake stayed silent with a grin on his face.

Scott’s mom had told the boys they could stay up until 11 but Scott was out by 10. Seeing how uncomfortable he was on the floor, Snake decided to pick up the smaller boy and carry him to his bed. After managing to get the covers out from under him, Snake crawled into the bed next to him.

Snake use to sleep on the floor when he slept over, but after complaining about the hard wood floors a few too many times, Scott invited him into his bed, and he’d slept there since. The two usually faced away from each other, but already in a deep sleep, Scott made himself comfortable facing towards his friend.

Snake grunted and turned over, pulling the blankets up to his chin as he closed his eyes. On the brink of sleep, he felt something touch his side and nearly jumped out of the bed. It seemed the video game had gotten to him afterall. After calming down he realized Scott had wrapped his arm around Snake’s waist.