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Kazuhira Miller had always expected the knock on his door to come. Maybe not right then specifically, but he knew it would come one day. Even if he didn't, he wasn't about to answer his door unarmed. Gun tucked in his waistband, knife in his boot, and something a little higher calibre by the door.
The first clue something was wrong, other than having a visitor at all, was that the dogs outside hadn't made a single peep before or after the door was knocked on. Huskies were talkers by nature, quiet was wrong. Very wrong.
Armed and suitably dangerous, Kaz cracked the door.
That was when everything went to shit, something behind the door exploded, splintering the frame and ripping the chains, the force of the door blowing in knocking Kaz on his arse. No matter how fast he was getting his feet back under him, there wasn't much he could do to keep the intruder from simply strolling on in.
Despite Ocelot's promise one of them would have to kill the other, Kaz couldn't say he entirely expected Ocelot would show up himself, show up on his own, or do any of the above nearly as loudly as he just had.
For any of the shock Kaz felt, he didn't let it get to him, with the explosion still ringing in his ears Kaz drew his gun and fired.
Ocelot was already on him, in close enough to grab his arm and drive a blow into his elbow in an attempt to get him to drop the weapon.
Kaz retaliated by using the proximity to pull Ocelot into a hold, Ocelot twisted the grab into his own to throw Kaz.
They were both older, Kaz had hoped he could use Ocelot's age against him, but the fact was his own age also worked against him here. Ocelot was still participating in active duty, Kaz had been hiding away in buttfuck no where, exercise was no substitute. Kaz was rusty, he'd gotten soft.
Kaz would be lying if he said it didn't wound his pride to see how easily Ocelot managed to slam him into the ground. Probably wounded some other things too, though he wasn't going to go without a fight.
If he'd been wanted dead, Ocelot could have just shot him, or even fucking gassed him without even putting himself at risk. He must have wanted Kaz alive, and being brought in alive had every possibility of being worse, considering what he remembered of Ocelot's work.
Throwing a blow to the back of Ocelot's knee to bring the leg out from under him, Kaz swung himself to his feet, retrieving the knife from his boot to swing at Ocelot.
Grunting, Ocelot kicked out with his spurs to buy himself time to get himself up. Ducking and weaving, Ocelot went after Kaz' weapon again, knocking his arm out of the way to deliver a nosebreaking headbutt.
Kaz responded with a gut churning sucker punch, trying to shake off the blow to his head and get a solid hit with his knife before Ocelot was out of reach again. Instead, Ocelot smacked the knife out of his hand and kneed him in the balls.
Painful, but survivable, and possible to shake off with the adrenaline. Kaz brought his elbow down into Ocelot's shoulder, pulling him closer to repeat the blow with his metal prosthetic, just trying to incapacitate Ocelot long enough to rearm himself.
Kaz didn't see Ocelot's knife until his prosthetic fell limp, like cutting strings on a puppet. One well place knife into the wiring between the plates and it was nothing but a heavy lump of metal, barely responding.
Ripping the blade from his now useless prosthetic arm, he swung it at Ocelot, cursing as Ocelot caught his hand and twisted his shoulder to throw him down again. Kicking out, Kaz tried to bring Ocelot to the floor with him.
Ocelot instead dropped his full weight into an elbow blow to Kaz' stomach.
Kaz retched, vomiting bile as he tried to swing blindly to catch Ocelot off guard. Desperately trying to land another proper blow that might turn the tide in his favour. His flailing limb found Ocelot's dumbly loose hair, Kaz yanked with all his strength to smash Ocelot's face into the floor.
Ocelot yelled, but it was nothing to the sound Kaz made as he felt the knife go through his wrist. Clean between the bones, Ocelot twisted the blade until his hair was released.
Kaz' grip fell limp as the metal ground against bone, unable to get his breath back to scream again as Ocelot pressed the limb down to the hardwood floor, digging the knife into the wood beneath to pin Kaz' wrist.
“You don't get to die that easily, Kazuhira Miller.” Ocelot's voice had changed with age, but it was still unmistakeable. That smug motherfucker, if Kaz could get up he'd strangle him.
Instead, Kaz jerked his wrist, despite the blade through it, attempting to swing the lifeless metal of his other hand to pull the blade even though it couldn't respond.
Ocelot knelt down, straddling Kaz' ribs, putting his weight on Kaz shoulders, further inhibiting his movement.
“Still, I've got some time to spend with you before you're picked up. I'll have to entertain myself.” Ocelot unholstered one of his revolvers. “Here you go, suck on this- it'll keep your mouth busy.” Ocelot gave the gun a spin before pressing the barrel up against Kaz's closed lips.
The smell of the metal and oil filled Kaz' senses, painfully cold against his mouth. Kaz grit his teeth to stubbornly keep the weapon out of his mouth.
“Holding out for something better?”
“I was thinking nice sunny beach, busty blonde and a curvy red-head-”
Ocelot cut of Kaz' comment with a heavy strike to the face with his revolver, “Nothing against what you're saying, I just always wanted to try doing that to you.” Ocelot shrugged and shook his hair out of his face. “Now you can open wide or I can find something else to do to you.”
Ocelot didn't even really bother with trying to make Kaz open his mouth or let him give an answer, he just pressed the barrel to his lips hard, and added force when his mouth didn't yield to the metal. Kaz thought he could hear his teeth creaking from the pressure, but he kept his jaw closed tight, no need to make it easy for Ocelot after all.
“Something else it is!” Ocelot practically preened, taking the opportunity to switch his gun for another knife. Much smaller than the one being used to keep Kaz' wrist pinned to the floor, but no less sharp.
Gripping Kaz' jaw, Ocelot forced two leather gloved fingers into Kaz' mouth between his teeth and his cheek. Stretching the flesh tight before he simply ran the knife through the meat of Kaz' cheek, right between the fingers he forced inside, just barely avoiding chipping Kaz' teeth.
Kaz screamed, or at least he tried to, with blood flooding his face both inside and out it was mostly gurgled and trying to open his mouth intensified the pain tenfold. Kaz couldn't even work up the force to bite Ocelot, especially now with the knife worked between his teeth.
“Now the other side.”
Kaz braced himself as Ocelot repeated the process. He managed to avoid screaming, but trying to clench his jaw was out of the question. Now with a hole in each cheek, Kaz found himself holding his mouth loosely open, trying to offset the pain. Blood was soaking Kaz' hair and back quickly, going from hot to cold nearly as fast as it was being pumped out of him. While he couldn't get a good look at what Ocelot was doing, he had a pretty good idea of where it was going.
The sound of zips and belt buckles were pretty distinct.
With some shifting of clothes, and Ocelot moving his position higher on Kaz' torso, Kaz found his mouth full of cock as he expected. What he didn't expect was Ocelot hooking his fingers into the slits in his cheeks, holding Kaz's jaw open wider to accommodate him.
Kaz didn't have a hope of suppressing his gag reflex, and with the pain being enough to make him heave, Kaz vomited. Stomach acid burbled up and out, both around Ocelot's dick and out the holes in Kaz' cheeks, burning the fresh wounds as Kaz choked on blood and vomit being forced the wrong way by Ocelot fucking his face.
Kaz convulsed as he tried to clear his airway and was unable to pull in a substantial breath. Coughing and retching, Kaz struggled to pull his face away from the painful hold and get Ocelot's cock out of his mouth as his vision grew spotty. Kaz' ears buzzed with the lack of oxygen as his vision blacked out in chunks, his chest frantically heaving right up until he lost consciousness.