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The fight was over. König’s teammates were declaring victory in their ear while the enemy retreated. König began to retreat themself, away from where their teammates were choosing to hole up until evac. They preferred to have a moment alone after the rush of battle.

They went into one of the empty buildings on the outskirts of the little outpost and pushed a nearby chair into the door to block it. It looked like a small communications building. There was a full radio, bloody and filled with bullet holes, behind one of the desks, a tall one in the left corner. There was a bathroom door to the right and König vaguely wondered if it had running water. That could be useful.

They stepped further into the little building as they let their rifle drop to rest by their hip and tried to decide where they were going to sit. Behind that desk seemed appropriate, it would be the most defensive location since the desk was tall and solid. As they moved toward it, their boot slipped a little on the tile floor and they halted, looking down.

There was a line of blood on the floor. They turned, stepping back and looked toward the door. As they suspected, the line originated from there. They turned their head to follow the line. It went around and behind the desk. They gripped their rifle again, not readying but preparing to and started forward, stepping carefully around the trail of blood as they followed it.

Their own blood was still burning from the fight, only getting more heated at the prospect of another encounter. They crouched as they got nearer and shifted carefully around the side of the desk. They paused before peeking around.

At first they thought they were looking at a corpse propped up against the wall. It was sure bloody enough and had two holes shot into it. It also did not jump to defend itself. But on further inspection, it was not still either. Its chest was rising and falling. König shifted further around the corner cautiously, tilting their head. It looked familiar. There was half of a skull stitched poorly onto the hood it wore.

He, they corrected themself. He was not a corpse, he was alive and this was the one SpecGru called Ghost. König recognized him from briefings. He was still not moving to defend himself though, just watching them. Maybe he couldn’t move properly with the holes in his arm and side and all the blood loss. He also didn’t look particularly armed; he wasn’t even wearing a vest.

König glanced at the radio receiver on the desk, knocked over and smeared with blood. The picture clarified in their mind. Ghost and his radio had been shot, perhaps just before his team started retreating on the other side of the outpost. No way to get to them and no way to communicate, he dumped his things to drag himself to this radio in the hopes he could contact them. It was useless though, this radio had also been shot.

König sighed heavily as they stood up and Ghost’s eyes followed them, widening slightly.

“This is boring,” they declared, “You’re in no shape to fight.”

Ghost huffed out a breath, blinking up at them.

“Sorry to disappoint,” he grunted.

His voice was low, sort of gravely, thick with his English accent, and lightly strained with pain. König’s head tilted.

“What a pretty voice you have,” they murmured as they stepped closer.

Ghost shifted back into the wall, head tipping up as they got closer.

“Look, are you killin’ me or lettin’ me bleed out?” He grumbled.

König’s eyes ran over his pretty wounds as they paused a pace away from his boots. He bled so pretty, sounded so pretty. König’s bloodlust surged again, so hot they almost couldn’t breathe for a second. They tried to calm themself, taking even breaths.

“Are these my only options?” They wondered.

“What else is there?” Ghost countered.

“We could help each other,” König suggested, “I could provide first aid. I have supplies to stop bleeding and a stim.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed up at them.

“And what’s the return favor?” He asked suspiciously.

“You help me complete what your presence interrupted,” König replied.

“What’s that?” Ghost prompted.

“Getting off,” König answered bluntly, “I came in here to masturbate after getting hot during the battle.”

Ghost blinked rapidly.

“I’ll save your life if you let me play with you,” König murmured, shifting closer, “You won’t have to do anything but lay back. And make a little noise for me.”

“I…” Ghost started, hesitating briefly, “Fuck. Okay.”

“It’s a deal?” König clarified.

“It’s a deal,” Ghost agreed, “But help me first or I’ll die in the middle.”

“Fair enough,” König snorted.

They unclipped their rifle and placed it far away on the desk in case Ghost got any ideas. Then they took out their first aid kit and shuffled closer, kneeling beside him. Since they didn’t have much in the way of bullet removal and couldn’t be sure if it hit anything important, they just packed and wrapped his side, making sure it was tight. His arm was shot clean through and they didn’t have needles small enough for what he needed, so they packed and wrapped this one right the same as the first. He grunted and panted harshly through it all, but was very still and didn’t make a fuss.

As always when faced with wounds, it was difficult for König not to play with them, but they behaved to get what they wanted. Mostly. They did rub their fingers through his blood, but only under the wound so it wouldn’t hurt. They finally jabbed him with the stim and he jerked, arching off the wall with a groan. It was such a pretty noise König couldn’t help but reach out to pet their thumb under the plastic skull, feeling his lips under the cloth. He shuddered, his pretty brown eyes flicking to meet theirs.

“You’re so pretty,” König murmured.

Ghost huffed, eyes averting.

“Will you just fuck me already?” He grumbled, “There’s no need for sweet talkin’.”

“So impatient,” König snorted.

“Yeah, I wonder why that is,” Ghost muttered dryly, weakly gesturing at his wounds with his good hand.

“Mm, guess that puts a damper on things,” König mused, “I suppose I’ll have to be quick then. How sad. I already know you’ll be so fun.”

Ghost huffed again. König considered the best way to lay him out without agitating the first aid and decided up on the desk would be their best bet. It was hip height on this side, so they wouldn’t have to fold him up too much.

“Grab my shoulder, you’re going up,” they instructed.

Ghost gripped at their shoulder and they gripped his belt then stood up, hauling him up with them. He stumbled and crashed into them, but they quickly shuffled him to the desk to put him down. With him settled a bit awkwardly, they pulled off his knee pads before undoing his belt and his fly. He lifted his hips, grunting in pain, so they could pull his bottoms down and off one of his boots.

He had bruises on one of his thighs that distracted them. Pretty purple and yellow things that mottled a tattoo of a knife, roses, and barbed wire. They pressed their fingers into the bruises and he hissed.

“Fucker!” He snapped, “Oi, one of those sadistic bastards, are you??”

He kicked his foot weakly at them and they grabbed his calf, easily stopping him.

“I get hard on a battlefield,” König pointed out, scoffing, “Did you expect anything else?”

Ghost panted in a few frustrated breaths, eyes squeezing closed, before he relaxed a little.

“Fine, just…hurry up already,” he grunted, lifting his boot to brace it on the desk.

This position spread him a little more so they could see his asshole better and they slid their hand up his thigh toward it.

“Don’t you dare put your dirty glove in my arse,” he growled.

König wanted to point out he couldn’t stop them if they wanted to, but decided antagonizing him didn’t sound that fun. They ripped the Velcro of their glove and yanked it off, tossing it aside. Then finally, finally they touched him.

They ran their fingers over his hole and he shivered under their touch. They wished they had lube, so he could maybe enjoy it too, but spit would have to do. They pulled their hand back and pushed it under their hood to coat their fingers before returning them to his asshole. They pressed a fingertip firmly against his hole and he let out hiss of a breath as their finger pushed inside him.

König bit their lip. He was so soft and warm. He was going to be a divine reward for beating his team. They moved their finger in and out of him and twisted it around, quickly and carefully making room for the second. Then the third. They paused to spit on their fingers then and fingered him quicker, a bit rougher as they started to get a little impatient.

All through this, Ghost’s breathing picked up and he grunted here and there, but as with his wounds, he stayed still and didn’t fuss. He really should have, because being so still and quiet made König’s blood boil more with the desire to make him react. By the time they thought they could get inside him without tearing, they no longer wanted to not damage him. They wanted to rip him apart so they could hear some more pretty noises.

They yanked their fingers from him more harshly than he deserved and ripped open their belt and fly impatiently. They spat twice into their hand to get enough saliva to coat their cock properly and gripped his raised thigh tightly as they shifted closer. They pressed the tip of their cock up to his stretched out hole and jerked their hips forward, pushing inside him abruptly.

“Fuck!” He shouted, jolting against the desk.

König’s lips twisted up and they pushed forward further, letting go of themself to grab his other thigh as his legs shifted to try to kick them. They groaned softly as his warmth and softness enveloped them. Oh, yes, what a wonderful prize. He wheezed in pain, back arching off the desk as they kept pushing forward, incessantly stuffing their cock inside him.

“You bloody wanker!” He growled, strained with effort and pain.

“Easy, pretty,” König soothed breathlessly as they pressed flush against him, “You’ll strain yourself.”

“You and your fuckin’ horse cock can go to hell!” Ghost spat at them, “Bloody fuckin’ hell, you should warn a bloke before he becomes a bloody jockey! Good lord!”

He wheezed again and went limp against the desk, relaxing around König’s cock. Their grin grew wider as they pulled his thighs up around their hips. Whether consciously or not, his legs wrapped around them, ankles locking together.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” they decided as they leaned forward a bit.

“Oh, I’ll be fuckin’ adorable when I recover, you giant cunt,” Ghost huffed.

“I look forward to it,” König mused.

They slid their hands down his thighs to his hips, running their fingers over the smears of drying blood from his side wound. They ran their hand back to his thigh, the one that wasn’t marked. It was uneven, surely they should fix that?

They swatted his thigh hard and he grunted in pain, tensing on their cock briefly before relaxing again. They rolled their hips back and forward sharply as they slapped his thigh again and he groaned, head pressing back.

“There we are,” König whispered, grin growing so big it pulled on their scars, “Keep making pretty noises for me.”

They rolled their hips and smacked his thigh again, marveling in the pretty red that bloomed on his pale skin and the strained, wheezy noise that punched out of him. They rolled their hips as they pressed their hand into his bruised thigh and he jerked with a higher groan. They ran out of patience.

They grabbed his hips tightly, digging their fingers into his flesh as they started moving, snapping their hips against his ass hard and quick. He jarred against the desk and grunted, groaned, or cursed with every forward thrust. They watched his heaving chest, his squeezed tight eyes, and his wound up body and moaned breathlessly.

It was exhilarating, taking a prize after a battle. They didn’t know how they’d go back to their hand after this. They wondered how they even got so lucky as to run into him. They’d never been lucky before. Ever. Their entire life was broken mirrors and black cats and now here they were with the prettiest little morsel fallen directly on their cock entirely by accident.

They leaned further, drove harder into him, groaning and panting as the pleasure of it began to focus and tighten like a fist about to strike. Their eyes went to his wounds, first the side then the arm.

“I am so sorry,” they groaned breathlessly.

Their hand snapped up and grabbed his arm, hard against the wound. Ghost’s back arched again and he bore down on König’s cock as a high, pained whine trilled out of him. It was the most wonderful sound. König shuddered, eyes snapping closed and heat flushing from their head to their toes. They spat out a curse as they jerked to a hard stop, coming inside him.

They immediately let go of his arm, bracing their hand on the desk as they slumped forward a bit, groaning lowly as the warm relief of their orgasm washed over them. They panted, jaw slack and shuddered again, hips jerking against Ghost’s ass as a shiver of pleasure went through them. An aftershock. They laughed breathlessly.

Then they got punched in the face. Pretty hard for a man who looked like he lost a good two or three units of blood. Their head whipped aside as their lip busted against their teeth and blood flooded into their mouth. They grinned bigger, widening the split and looked back at his glaring eyes.

“You are fun, I knew it,” they said, laughing again.

Ghost huffed, fist dropping and shook his head, blinking rapidly.

“You’re madder than me,” he muttered.

“Thank you?” They offered uncertainly, tilting their head.

Ghost rolled his eyes and went limp.

“Clean up and check my fuckin’ wound, you mad bastard,” he grumbled.

König pulled away to do that and Ghost hissed as they slipped out of him. They felt a little thrill knowing he’d be sore, that he’d remember for a while. They tucked themself away and moved around the desk to check the bathroom for paper towels and running water. No towels, but they had water. They fished out a cloth from their med kit and wet it before heading back out.

They hummed to themself as they cleaned up what leaked out of Ghost and what hadn’t. He grunted and hissed, but again stayed still and didn’t fuss. When that was done, they pulled his trousers back up, strapped his knee pads back on and then moved him to the chair behind the desk to tightly redress his arm wound.

“There now, that’s that,” they declared when they were done.

“Aye,” Ghost agreed tiredly, “Don’t suppose you could help me outta here?”

“Guess I could,” König said, “I was a little mean to you.”

“A little?” Ghost scoffed.

König laughed. They got their rifle back from the desk and clipped it back to their vest. Their glove was nowhere to be found though, so they left it and hoisted Ghost up over their shoulders, avoiding the side wound as much as they could. They kicked aside the chair in front of the door and opened it to carry Ghost around the building toward the edge of the outpost. It wasn’t far since they’d chosen a building very near the edge.

They set him down against one of the few trees in this wasteland and eyed his drooping eyelids. He wasn’t going to make it far on foot, but they had made a deal to help him, hadn’t they? They shouldn’t just leave him to die. They couldn’t take him home though and they couldn’t really carry him back to his team either. They hummed, looking the direction his team had been retreating. They looked back around and kicked his boot, trying to wake him up.

“Tell me your team’s channel,” they instructed, tapping their radio.

Ghost muttered out numbers and König tuned their radio to the correct channel. They wondered what they should say.

“Hello!” They greeted into the radio, “Does a friend of Ghost’s copy this?”

There was a pause before a response.

“I’m a friend o’ Ghost’s,” an unknown Scottish voice replied cautiously, “I copy you.”

“Your friend is here, very injured,” König explained, “South of the outpost. Uhhh. Less than a click from the south gate, I think. Propped against a tree. You should get him before he dies. That’s all, goodbye!”

“Wait!” The Scottish person blurted, “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

König crouched down in front of Ghost and prodded him out of his daze.

“Tell the Scottish one there’s no trick,” they instructed, holding out their receiver, “So they can come save you.”

They clicked the button.

“Johnny,” Ghost grunted, slow and labored, “No trick. I need you.”

“I’ll be there soon, L.t.,” Johnny assured quickly, “Hold tight.”

König hooked their receiver back to their vest and hummed. They pulled a flare from their vest and yanked the cap off, lighting it, then put it in Ghost’s hand. His fist curled around it and they nodded with satisfaction. They’d done all they could. More than enough. They looked back at his face and sighed. It was too bad they couldn’t take him home to play with. It would be nice to have more time.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

“Happy to make a deal with you, pretty,” König mused, “Find me if you ever have need again, ja?”

“Aye,” Ghost agreed, eyes slipping closed.

König smiled as they stood and turned away to jog back to the outpost, humming cheerfully to themself.

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The fight was more or less over. König was pretty sure they’d been there for something like ten or twelve hours. It was obvious neither side was winning. It was kind of annoying, but at least they hadn’t lost outright. They were essentially at a cease-fire, each team retreating slowly while König’s teammates groused about it in their ear. König was split off from them, which was standard, still retreating, but also trailing behind a little to sweep a few more buildings in the hopes of one more fight before they got to their shack and had some personal time.

They found themself in what must’ve been some sort of infirmary once. There were cots lined up on either side of the room. Disheveled and dirty now, but clearly their sheets were once a crisp white. König’s nose wrinkled as they moved forward. They didn’t like hospitals or doctor’s offices or infirmaries. They didn’t even like medical tents. Sort of ironic, considering their medic training. Still, they intended to sweep the room and the one attached to it.

The infirmary was empty, but the room attached to it, some sort of supply room and office, was not. König had to duck their head as they opened the door and a potshot was taken at it. They lifted their rifle to the unknown enemy, but paused. So did the enemy who was actually not so unknown.

“König,” Ghost whispered, eyes widening.

“You know my name?” König prompted, head tilting.

“You’re pretty fuckin’ distinct, mate,” Ghost scoffed, rolling his eyes.

König supposed that was fair. They got distracted by a corpse on the desk behind Ghost. He was clearly using his body as a shield for it. That was a lot of blood though.

“My condolences,” they said, gesturing at the corpse.

Ghost’s eyes went wide and he whirled around, dropping his gun to grab at the corpse’s neck. König wandered closer, curiously and Ghost let out a huge sigh.

“You prick!” He huffed, throwing a glare over his shoulder, “He’s not dead!”

“Ah, congratulations then,” König offered, “But only for a short time. You should get medevac before he dies.”

“I can’t,” Ghost grumbled, looking back at the body, “They’re…too far out and the zone is too hot. I have…I have to wait. Hour at least.”

He was clearly very unhappy about that. König’s eyes swept over the almost-corpse.

“Yeah, he’s not making it an hour,” they agreed.

“You think I don’t bloody know that?!” Ghost snapped.

He let out a breath, touching his mask briefly and then turned to them.

“Can you help him?” He asked.

“Probably could,” König agreed, glancing around, “I have supplies, plus what’s here. I could give him more time. I also have a nearby place you can go where he’ll be safe.”

“Help him and you can fuck me again,” Ghost offered instantly, without hesitating, “You can do whatever you want to me. Long as I can get him to safety after.”

König’s eyes swept over him. He was uninjured this time. Not dying. Which meant König could play harder with him.

“It’s a deal,” they agreed, dropping their rifle to let it hang from their vest, “You watch the door.”

Ghost nodded sharply and picked his gun up off the floor. König got out their med kit and searched through the supplies in the room. They gathered everything up on a chair, because the only table was broken and then pulled the body’s jacket off and tore his shirt open. Practically his entire side was torn and burned to shit. Probably caught an explosive. He was bleeding and burned pretty, but König resisted the urge to poke at the almost-corpse’s wounds. They had a goal with a much more alive body that would be hindered if they were mean to this one.

They took off their vest and switched their gloves for rubber ones, dumping alcohol on them to somewhat sterilize them. Then they stabbed him with some antibiotics and pain killers before beginning, just in case he woke up he would have some pain relief. He was lucky, they thought, as they stitched some of his guts back together and washed away leaking bile. It didn’t look like anything was irreparable.

They sewed what they could, treated the burns too, and packed and dressed the whole mess. Then they did his fucked up arm, the smaller issue on his leg, which they had to rip his shredded trousers further open for, and finally the small but deep gash on his jaw. When everything was together and packed up tightly, they moved around to his other side, dragging their supplies with them and changed their gloves for clean ones. 

Then they got their own jacket off and pushed up the sleeve of their shirt.

“What’re you doin’?” Ghost asked, speaking up for the first time since they started.

“Transfusion,” König answered as they tied their arm off, “Don’t worry, I’m O negative and perfectly clean.“

They were very good at providing this service. That’s why their previous and current teams called them Blutspende. That and their teams didn’t like them much. Which was completely fair, König genuinely didn’t blame them.

They sterilized their gloves, found their usual vein, and cleaned the spot before picking up the needle. They collected the blood as fast as they could. When the bag was full, they tied it off and quickly bandaged their arm before switching the bag over to the body. He would need more, but they couldn’t wait around and taking two units from themself on a battlefield was risky. Depending on compatibility, Ghost could provide one as well, but after they were to safety.

When half the blood was transferred, they glanced around for a stretcher. There was a slightly busted one in the corner they thought could work.

“Ghost, bring that stretcher over,” they ordered.

Ghost dragged it over and König put the blood bag down on the body’s chest to lift him up.

“Put it under,” they said.

Ghost slid the stretcher onto the table and they put the body on it. Three of the dozen straps worked and that would have to do. They covered him in his jacket and put the straps over it. Then they broke an IV bag holder and taped it to the stretcher to hook the blood bag into. That would keep the blood flowing while they dragged him to safety.

“Are you a medic?” Ghost suddenly asked them as they started getting their clothes back in order.

“Not really,” König dismissed.

They took the courses, but no one trusted them to fix them. For good reason. First of all, they tended to say pretty negative things in the heat of battle about injured people such as “could you die somewhere out of the way?” But secondly, outside the heat of battle, they were still sadistic, loved blood, and liked to play with wounds. They tried not to, but they could only do so much to control themself. 

“Alright, let’s go,” they said when they were together and had all the supplies they needed, “There’s a safe place nearby. So my team doesn’t kill you.”

They picked up the stretcher and laid it on the ground then took hold of the top strap to drag it.

“You watch our backs,” they ordered as they started toward the door.

“Rog,” Ghost grunted as he followed.

König led the way out of the little base. They ran into two people chattering at each other, but saw them with enough time to simply go around. They headed into the nearby woods where they had to be more careful with the dragging and found the little house marked with a red X.

It was very small, closer to a shack than a house, but it had a water pump, a couch, a table, a few supplies, and a cot inside. And two rooms, technically, although there was no door just a doorway in the wall that separated the rooms. König dragged the body to the cot and lifted him up onto it. They checked his pulse, his breathing, and his eyes. He was looking better than he had before, but he really needed more blood.

“What blood type do you have?” They asked Ghost as they checked the body’s dog tags.

MacTavish, John. O positive.

“O positive,” Ghost answered.

“You’ll need to donate,” König said, sitting down to pull out their supplies.

Ghost came over to sit, taking off his vest and jacket and pushing up his sleeve. He looked a little shaky and closed his eyes tightly when König approached with the needle. He practically flinched when they pierced his skin. They hummed as they drew his blood and bandaged his arm. They switched the empty bag for the fresh one then made sure nothing on the body was bleeding.

“How’s he doin’?” Ghost prompted, shifting to kneel beside his friend.

“He’ll be okay if you get medevac within a couple hours,” König answered, covering him in the blanket.

Ghost let out a sigh of relief while König got up to leave the room, to check their supplies. They had some food, ammo, candles, and a spare med kit. Not a lot, since the house was only meant for one person. The rest of the team’s safe house was about eight minutes away, on foot. They didn’t really like most of their team either. It was pretty well a mutual decision for them to spend most of their time alone.

“Why are you alone?” Ghost asked, suddenly behind them.

They actually startled a little and whirled around in surprise.

“This is why they call you Ghost,” they supposed, touching their chest.

“Why are you alone?” Ghost repeated.

“Team doesn’t like me much,” König admitted.

“Why’s that?” Ghost pressed.

“I can’t play nice,” König answered, shrugging.

“Yeah, I can believe that,” Ghost muttered, “So how do you want me?”

“In ribbons,” König answered without thinking.

“Alright, how do you want me in a way that’s feasible?” Ghost clarified dryly, rolling his eyes.

König thrilled a moment with endless possibilities, but they had to be more modest in their ideas: they didn’t have that many toys at their disposal. They glanced back at their supply box.

“How do you feel about being burned?” They asked.

“Guess it’s fine if you patch me up after,” Ghost offered, “I just need to be able to get Johnny outta here when medevac arrives.”

“I will restrain myself,” König promised, unstrapping their vest, “Take your clothes off and lay down.”

They gestured at the couch and Ghost moved toward it as they turned to retrieve supplies. They dumped their vest, their jacket, and their helmet beside the box then fetched out a candle, matches, the med kit, and a bottle of water. They laid all of this and the bottle of lube in their pocket on the low table by the couch while Ghost spread out on it. König kneeled beside him, eyes sweeping over his body. He had so many pretty scars. Two still red ones interested them in particular.

They pressed their fingers into the scar on his side. His abdomen tensed, but it didn’t seem like it really hurt and with this amount of time, it shouldn’t. They dug their thumb into the scar tissue and then lifted their hood a little as they lowered their head. They opened their mouth wide and bit down hard around the scar. Ghost jolted under their teeth and they grinned around his flesh as they bit harder until their teeth broke skin and they could taste a very faint hint of metal.

Then they pulled the scar tissue into their mouth, sucking a mark around the jagged skin. They licked it before they pulled back to admire it. They moved upward, gripping at his wrist and did the same to the scar on his arm. Then they moved even further up and found an older scar on his shoulder to suck on.

Then they looked up at his eyes, dilated and watching them closely behind his mask. He was breathing a bit heavy. Their eyes trailed down to see his cock was reacting, half hard against his hip. Their lips twitched up as they looked back up at his eyes and trailed their fingers over his chest.

“You like a little pain, hm?” They mused.

“When I’m not actively dyin’,” Ghost murmured dryly.

König laughed lightly and trailed their fingers to his nipple which they twisted rather hard. Ghost’s eyes snapped shut and his body jolted as a little groan came out through his teeth.

“Such pretty noises,” König cooed.

They twisted harder and Ghost’s back arched as he clutched at the couch cushions, a faint whine muffled in the back of his throat. König leaned in and bit his other nipple, hard enough to taste blood and the whine burst out properly. They let go and he slumped, letting out harsh breaths as they licked soothingly at the bite. He gave a soft little groan at this. They wished they had nipple clamps.

They stood and snatched up the candle and matches as they knelt on the couch. He spread his legs for them and that was such a pretty image they wanted to remember it forever as they pushed closer. They looked over his torso, humming as they considered the best spot. There were tattoos they wanted to avoid burning since they wouldn’t be able to see the burn as well on ink and a body wasn’t the most even surface. They settled on a blank spot between his sternum and his navel and placed the candle there. They lit a match and put it to the wick and waved the match out once it caught.

They put the matches aside while watching him eye the candle. Their lips pulled up as they reached out to pick up the lube.

“That’s not even remotely fair,” he grumbled as they clicked it open, “There’s no way I can hold that still.”

“Try not to breathe too fast,” König suggested as they poured lube on their fingers.

“God, you’re a cunt,” Ghost muttered.

König chuckled as they pressed slick fingertips to his hole.

“I started carrying this for you,” they pointed out, wiggling the bottle, “I’d say that’s pretty nice.”

Ghost scoffed. König pushed a finger inside him and he let out a long, careful breath.

“You were so sure you’d see me?” He countered, a little strained.

“No, I thought I would never see you again,” König dismissed as they moved their finger, eyeing the quivering candle, “But I thought I should be prepared anyway.”

It would be unfair to move fast enough to make the candle spill, wouldn’t it? They should let it do so from his breathing or moving. They wanted it to hurry up and spill already though. They moved their finger faster and twisted it around until they could quickly push in a second. Ghost held as still as possible with his eyes tightly closed and his breathing carefully controlled. And his cock got harder.

“You like this,” König commented.

“Yeah, I’m a bloody pillow biter,” Ghost grumbled, “You got a problem?”

“Oh, no,” König dismissed, “I would like you to get off.”

“W-We’ll see,” Ghost huffed, “Give us another then.”

König pressed a third finger inside him and he groaned softly. The candle jarred slightly and a drop spilled onto his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flying open, but tensed, clearly trying not to spill more of it.

“Fuck,” he breathed as red bloomed around the drop of cooling wax.

Being tense and still didn’t work out, despite how hard he tried. He ended up breathing too hard and shuddering too much. Each jar of the candle spilled more drops of wax. He huffed, groaned, and cursed with each splatter that spread pretty red across his skin. A little circle, almost like a flower of white wax and red skin, bloomed around the candle. König was watching art being created while listening to the music of his noises, both pain and pleasure. It was absolutely gorgeous. But they were greedy and wanted more.

They pulled their fingers out of him and shifted closer as they opened their belt and fly. He opened his eyes to look down as they got their cock out and winced.

“There’s no bloody way that fit inside me with spit,” he muttered breathlessly as they stroked lube over themself.

König laughed, shaking their head.

“How do you make it sound so bad?” They wondered as they pressed closer, “Most people want big cocks.”

“Not in their arse, they don’t,” Ghost growled as König pushed the head of their cock inside him, “Fuck. We’re not made to be fucked by horses!”

König’s smile widened as they paused before they snapped their hips forward. Ghost jarred against the couch at the force of the thrust and even though the candle was more or less stuck to him now, it wobbled and spilled all the wax pooled on top. It splashed up to his sternum and he jolted, back arching briefly as he let out a high whine of pain that sounded almost like a squealing pig. König shuddered, eyelids fluttering as they moaned, from the noise and from their cock surrounded by his warmth.

Ghost moved his hand toward the fresh splatter of wax, probably instinctively trying to try wipe it off, but König mercifully grabbed his wrist before he could, stopping him from also burning his fingers. His other hand swung at König and they grabbed that wrist too, holding them both tightly enough they swore they could feel his thundering pulse against their fingers. He huffed and whined again, softer this time, as he began to tremble. König bit their lip and shuddered again, watching the wax dry on his heaving chest.

“You’re so pretty,” they whispered.

“Stop fuckin’ sayin’ that!” Ghost snapped breathlessly, jerking his wrists out of their holds with some effort.

“You don’t like being pretty?” König guessed as they smoothed their hands up his thighs.

“Don’t like hearin’ a load of rubbish when I’m gettin’ fucked,” Ghost grumbled as he gripped the arm of the couch above his head.

“It’s true,” König insisted, hands running over his hips and up his belly, “You’re very pretty. Your body moves so prettily and you make such pretty noises. Your pain is maybe the prettiest I’ve seen. At least this close.”

Ghost huffed, head turning aside and König traced their fingers around the wax. He grunted and huffed as they played with his abused skin. They gripped the candle and carefully wiggled it to break it free, leaving the rest of the wax where it was. They tipped it sideways and dribbled a few drops in the untouched circle where it had been and Ghost hissed, belly flexing upward.

Their tongue swiped over their lip as they moved the candle upward, letting a few drops land over his sternum. Then they lowered it over his right pectoral. He groaned in pain as it neared his skin and his stomach moved as he tried to breathe with his abdomen to keep his chest away from the flame.

König rolled their hips, jarring him enough to force his chest up against the flame. He whined as it kissed his skin and they drew it back to watch the patch of red wash over it. They moved the candle and touched his skin again and again before moving it over his nipple. He let out a huffy sort of frustrated, pained whine through his teeth as the flame touched his nipple and König thrilled at the new sound.

They started moving their hips steadily now as they moved the candle across his chest. He let out shuddery, whimpering little breaths as they dotted his skin with burns and wax while fucking him slowly. They held the candle to his other nipple longer and got another squeal as he pushed down into the couch, trying to get away and bore down on their cock. They shuddered and moaned, breathless as their blood boiled under their skin. They felt like they were the one burning.

They hastily pulled the candle back and pinched the wick to put it out, tossing it aside, letting it thump to the floor carelessly. They grabbed their sweaty shirt, yanking it over their head and tossing it before leaning over him to gather his wrists up in one hand, the other gripping his hip. They dug their fingers hard into him as they fucked him, driving as hard and fast into him as they could while their eyes danced all over his beautifully burned up skin. His mask shifted around as he groaned and whimpered under them and they only got hotter when they realized he was still hard.

“Do you want to come?” They asked, voice coming out rough and breathless between the panting that heated the air in their sweltering hood, “Will you come prettily for me, please?”

“Y-Yes, yes,” Ghost whimpered.

König let go of his hip to grasp his cock and he moaned, low and sweet, hips jerking upward. They clumsily matched the pace of their hips as well as they could, jerking his cock quick and rougher than he deserved. His hips pushed up, thrusting into their hand and his burned body flexed as he did, flaking the wax and stretching and pinching the bright red burns. It was truly artful.

He soon enough tensed and jerked, his cock twitching in their hand as he came on his belly with another sweet moan. König’s eyes rolled back at the way he spasmed around their cock and they jolted forward unsteadily, letting go of him to brace both hands on the arm of the couch.

They thrusted twice more before they came inside him, shuddering and groaning dazedly with the abrupt burst of relief and pleasure. Their hips jerked a few more times, slower, before they stilled completely, letting out a heavy breath they didn’t know they’d been holding. They panted harshly, head bowed and moaned softly as a shiver with through them. They pried their eyes open to blink blearily down at him.

He was panting himself, eyes closed and body completely limp against the couch. Then his eyes fluttered open and König could see they were a little dewy. Their breath got tangled in their throat briefly and their tongue darted out to wet their dry lips. Maybe they could get away with taking in a stray. Keep him in their shack back at the KorTac base. Make him cry properly.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’, stop it,” Ghost growled breathlessly, “Put those hungry eyes away ‘n patch me up, ya mad bastard.”

König pouted as they pulled away, grabbing a cloth to wipe themself off then put under him so he did leak everywhere. They did up their trousers and picked up the med kit to start treating his burns.

They really weren’t that bad. König could’ve been a lot meaner. But they were also not good either. He really shouldn’t have just let them do this to him, but they were pretty pleased he did. They hummed happily as they pulled off wax and dressed burns while he hissed and huffed. He was as still and unfussy as ever though. He didn’t seem affected much at all when they cleaned his asshole, clearly they did a decent job preparing him. He probably wouldn’t be sore for as long, but he would have the burns to remember them by.

“All done,” they announced as they pulled away, “Rest of this is for you.”

They put the bottle of water back on the table then stood up to clean up everything and retrieve their shirt while Ghost slowly sat up and got dressed. They retrieved a little food for him too before going to check on the injured one.

Johnny’s heart rate and breathing were getting closer to normal. He also had all of the bag of Ghost’s blood inside him now. Could probably use another unit, but König hesitated to compromise themself by giving it. They would probably be okay, but probably’s had a tendency to end poorly. They didn’t have much else they could give him. He needed a proper medic in a proper infirmary. They went ahead and removed the needle and bandaged his arm.

They knelt near his shoulder and leaned over him, tilting their head. This was the friend of Ghost’s from before. They must be close. What is that like? König wondered. They lifted an eyelid, peering at his eye again. It was a pretty steely sort of blue. They turned his face back and forth. He was kind of cute, actually and he had a couple pretty little scars. Their fingers brushed over the bandage on his jaw. He’d have another soon.

“Fuck are you doin’?!” Ghost demanded, suddenly beside them, snatching their hand away.

“Looking,” König admitted, “Your companion is cute.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Ghost growled, flinging their hand at them, “He’s off-limits, you understand? You don’t touch him.”

He pushed their arm and they shuffled aside so he could kneel there. He touched Johnny’s shoulder lightly and then brushed a knuckle over his cheek.

“Your boyfriend?” König guessed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ghost scoffed, hand laying delicately on Johnny’s arm.

König tilted their head. They sure looked like boyfriends like this.

“Is your medevac coming soon?” They prompted.

“Yeah, just talked to them,” Ghost muttered, “Should be landin’ in half an hour.”

“Johnny will probably make it then,” König assured, “Just be sure they move quick.”

Ghost nodded.

“Thanks,” he grunted.

“It was nice to make another deal with you,” König mused.

Ghost snorted, shaking his head.

“Use a bloody condom next time,” he murmured, “Clean up’s easier.”

“Roger that,” König agreed.

Suddenly their radio crackled on their belt, since they’d unplugged it from their earpiece and receiver.

“Blutspende, do you copy?” The team leader asked.

König unclipped the radio from their belt to lift it to their mouth.

“This is König, I copy,” they replied.

“We’re heading out from our safe house,” team leader said, “If you want a ride back to base, you’d better hurry over here. Fifteen minutes.”

“Copy that,” König answered, jumping to their feet.

They didn’t want to have to drive or walk, that was annoying. They started toward the doorway but paused, looking back at Ghost.

“I can handle it,” he dismissed, waving a hand.

König hurried to their things and swiftly got dressed again. They didn’t plug their radio back in though, not bothering and just hurried to sprint off toward the main safe house. They wondered if they really would see Ghost again.

Chapter Text

The fight was not over, but it was barely a fight. König’s team was defending a little outpost that Ghost’s team-SpecGru had plans to infiltrate. Since they would be going stealthily, König’s team was mostly just sitting around waiting for them to show up. König was bored where they were sat on a second floor, watching a tree line for movement. And bouncing their knee rapidly. This was no fight and therefore no fun.

They suddenly heard the wire trap go off downstairs and a quickly choked off shout of pain. Someone had infiltrated their building for some reason, maybe scouring all the buildings. They leapt up, lifting their rifle and scurried across the room to the stairs, excitement pumping in their blood. They went down in a hurry, but paused at the bottom to peek around cautiously. Their eyebrows went up at who was fighting against the razor wire that had his leg trapped against a wooden board.

“Hello, Johnny,” König greeted, poking their head further around the corner.

Johnny’s head whipped around and up as did his gun, but he didn’t fire immediately, face twisting in confusion.

“What-Why did you call me that??” He demanded.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” König countered, “That’s what Ghost called you anyway. Do you usually go by John? Or MacTavish maybe?”

Johnny blinked at them.

“I…go by Soap,” he answered hesitantly.

“Oh, yes, demo expert,” König recalled from briefings, “Did you get too close to your own explosion when we met?”

“Do I know you??” Soap wondered wildly.

König supposed Ghost was probably embarrassed about what they did and didn’t tell Soap what happened. Understandable, they supposed.

“I saved your life,” they answered, “You got hit with an explosive, your side mostly and you lost a massive amount of blood. You were going to die, but Ghost made a deal with me to help you.”

Soap frowned and his gun lowered.

“Hang on, I do know you,” he muttered, “You’re the one that saved Ghost. The awkward one from the radio.”

“That’s me,” König agreed, cautiously moving around the corner and lowering their own gun.

“Great, don’t kill me,” Soap grunted.

He dropped his gun completely, letting it hang by his hip and started fighting with the trap again. The wire slowly tightened on his leg.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” König advised as they cautiously stepped closer, “It’s going to slice your leg up if you keep squirming.”

Soap fumbled in his vest to pull out a pair of wire cutters.

“Also no good,” König dismissed, “You cut one band, the rest of them tighten sharply and slice your leg into pieces.”

“Then what do you suggest??” Soap demanded.

“There’s a way to release it on the other side,” König answered, “You won’t be able to reach it though.”

“You wanna be fuckin’ helpful then??” Soap huffed, gesturing at the trap.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to make a deal with you,” König dismissed, “It will upset Ghost.”

He would probably never have them again if they hurt Soap.

“I suppose you’re not much of a Good Samaritan,” Soap muttered dryly.

“Not really, no,” König dismissed, “I could put you out of your misery, I suppose, but I think that would also upset Ghost.”

Maybe he’d be grateful if they did save Soap, but that didn’t guarantee they’d get anything from him. They had to make a deal to be sure.

“Is he here?” They prompted.

Soap’s scowl deepened.

“Aye, he’s here,” he confirmed, “Why?”

“You should call him,” König suggested, “Tell him I’m here and can help you.”

Soap hesitated, looking confused and then he shifted slightly and winced as the wire tightened.

“Leg broken?” König guessed.

Soap nodded.

“You should call Ghost,” König insisted.

Soap finally just sighed and gripped the receiver of his radio.

“Ghost, this is Soap,” he grunted, “Come in.”

König bounced on the balls of their feet as they waited a moment.

“Soap, this is Ghost,” Ghost’s voice crackled over Soap’s radio, “I read you. What is it, Johnny?”

“I’m stuck in a trap that’s threatening to slice up my broken leg like salami,” Soap explained, “But I’m also with a friend of yours. Real longlegs fucker. Austrian flag, I think. They say they can help.”

“König,” Ghost said.

“Hello!” König greeted cheerfully, even though he couldn’t hear them.

“They say hello,” Soap relayed, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ghost dismissed, “Tell them we have the usual deal if they help you out and get you to me.”

“It’s a deal!” König agreed.

They completely let go of their rifle to grab their pliers and trotted over to the spool part of the trap, kneeling beside it.

“They say they saved my life before,” Soap grumbled into his radio as they worked, “With the explosion. What’s goin’ on? What deal?”

“Don’t worry about it, Johnny,” Ghost insisted, “It’s nothin’ important, long as you’re safe.”

“Ghost,” Soap warned lowly.

“You’ll probably figure it out when you two get here anyway,” Ghost dismissed.

“Head’s up, this might sting,” König announced before twisting the release.

The wire abruptly, sharply respooled with a whizzing snap and Soap hissed as it likely nicked his leg. Then he collapsed onto his ass, huffing out a few heavy breaths. König crawled over and pulled out their med kit.

They gave him pain meds first. Then they were careful with setting and splinting his leg and he cursed at them as they did it, even with the pain meds. Maybe. There were some weird words that came out of his mouth that they thought were curses anyway. The nick on his thigh wasn’t too bad, just needed a bandage really and they refrained from playing with his blood. Tempting as it was, Ghost wouldn’t like it if he saw their fingerprints smeared all over Soap’s thigh.

“All done,” they announced as they stood, “Now you’ll have to guide me.”

They gripped his vest and hauled him up over their shoulders.

“I can walk!” He protested, smacking their arm.

“Not on a broken leg,” König scoffed as they moved toward the door, “Doctor’s orders. What way do we go?”

Soap grumbled under his breath and sighed heavily as they peeked outside.

“Into the trees to the east,” he directed, “Go northeasterly into them.”

König headed that way, humming to themself.

“You are fuckin’ strange, you know that?” Soap muttered.

“I sure do,” König agreed, “You talk and complain a lot more when you’re awake.”

“Worst way you could’ve said that,” Soap snorted, “So…you must be the one that actually stitched my jaw up.”

“Yeah, that was me,” König confirmed.

“You did a class job,” Soap said, “Looks good.”

“It does!” König agreed cheerfully.

Very pretty. 

“Little more east,” Soap directed as they hit the tree line, “Careful o’ the branches.”

König turned a little more easterly and avoided low hanging branches. What they eventually reached was a campsite with two tents, one much larger than the other. Ghost was standing in the middle of the campsite and quickly gestured König toward the smaller of the two tents. König carried Soap inside and laid him on one of the two cots.

“Alright, sergeant?” Ghost prompted as he crouched by Soap’s hip.

“Tell me what’s goin’ on,” Soap ordered.

Ghost sighed.

“Our ongoing deal is that they help me out and then they fuck me,” he said bluntly.

Soap blinked rapidly, shaking his head like he was surprised and confused. Then he sat up abruptly, looking up at König.

“You helped me, you fuck me, not him,” he declared.

“No, absolutely not,” Ghost dismissed, firmly pushing Soap back down by his chest, “They are not gonna touch you.”

He was so protective, it was kind of cute, König thought. 

“I was the one that stupidly stepped on a trap!” Soap pointed out.

“Not really stupidly,” König disagreed, “It was specifically made to blend into the floor.”

Soap threw them a baffled look before focusing on Ghost again.

“I was the one in trouble,” he insisted, “I’m the one who should pay the price.”

“This isn’t a discussion, Johnny,” Ghost dismissed, “It’s my deal, not yours. Don’t make me pull rank on you.”

He stood up and turned to König.

“Let’s go,” he grunted, moving around them.

König waved to Soap, who looked pretty frustrated, before following Ghost from the tent to the other one. This one was much taller so König didn’t have to duck their head. It had a table with stools around it in the center and a few crates around the edges. Ghost moved around the table and König trailed after him. He started moving the equipment and papers on the table, shifting them aside or removing them entirely. König waited as patiently as they could while he cleared a space.

When he was done, he turned around and leaned back against the table.

“How do you want me this time?” He prompted.

“I got a new toy,” König informed him.

They unclipped the stun baton from their belt and twirled it around in their hand.

“What do you think?” They prompted.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Ghost agreed, unstrapping his vest, “Just not too much. I have to work after.”

“I suppose I will restrain myself again,” König agreed, sighing.

“You’re well fucked up, mate,” Ghost muttered.

“Yeah,” König said, shrugging.

Ghost put his vest and jacket aside and König decided to do the same, hooking the baton back to their belt. They always got too hot with Ghost, best to get the gear off. He took his knee pads off as well and they tossed their helmet into the pile of gear. Then Ghost put his radio on the table within reach. He pulled his shirt over his head and finally pushed his bottoms down and off one boot. He hopped up on the table and leaned back, bracing his hands behind him and lifting his boots to the edge as he spread his legs.

König stepped forward to admire his pretty scars and tattoos again, running their hands up his thighs. The burns had all healed now and only a couple of them remained as scars. His nipple in particular was mottled with a small wrinkled scar from their abuse. They brushed their fingers over it and he shuddered.

They pinched both between their fingers hard and he hissed as his cock started to harden. König twisted and he jolted, back arching as his body instinctively tried to pull away from them. That only really just pulled on them, creating more pain.

“What, fuck, what is your vendetta against my nipples??” He groaned miserably.

“It makes you hard when I play with them,” König answered.

“You could just fuckin’ touch me, you know?” Ghost grumbled breathily.

“This is more fun,” König dismissed.

“Sadistic bastard,” Ghost sneered.

König nodded agreement. They finally let go and he relaxed a bit, huffing lightly. König fished the package of condoms from their pocket and held it up.

“Pick before I start,” they instructed.

They were sure to get a variety pack so Ghost could have a textured or warming one if he wanted. Very nice for someone who wanted to make him cry.

“Wow, I don’t care…” Ghost muttered, “Ribbed, I guess.”

König ripped open the box to retrieve one of the purple packaged ones and then traded the rest for the lube, dropping the chosen one on the table.

“You have a pocket dedicated to fuckin’ me,” Ghost pointed out as they slicked up their fingers.

“It’s a shame I don’t get to use it more,” König commented.

Ghost snorted, rolling his eyes again. He did that a lot. König pressed their fingers up to his hole and he let out a long breath, relaxing as they pushed one inside. He was more relaxed than he had been the previous two times as they fingered him. Maybe because no one was dying or maybe because he was used to them now. Either way, he was opening up so beautifully for them.

They wondered for a brief moment what it would be like to have normal sex with him. Maybe it wouldn’t be boring like it was with other people. Maybe they’d fully enjoy it. But they liked his pain too much to squander one of their rare opportunities with vanilla.

“What about knives?” They asked as their eyes trailed over the few patches of unmarked skin.

“Just not too deep,” Ghost agreed.

König unsheathed their favorite knife and considered where best to leave marks. They decided on the spot they’d placed the candle, at least as a start. At first they thought they’d just cut X’s into him, but then they thought they should make it prettier to match him better. They pulled their fingers out of him to brace their hand on his belly and leaned in to press the knife to his skin.

They weren’t exactly an artist, but they were determined. They made a pentagon, then a second one inside it, with the corners touching the edges of the first. Then they drew a square, corners touching the inner pentagon and a triangle, corners touching the square’s edges. It was not as pretty as they’d wanted and didn’t really look very much like a rose, but it was still attractive with the crimson welling up in the shallow cuts.

They moved to one side, down closer to his navel and cut three long almost diamond shapes, with their inner points touching. Then they cut three more almost diamonds between the first ones, only halves this time as though they were hidden by the top three. It almost looked like a rather geometric lily. To the other side of his navel, right beside it, they cut a small circle with five almost heart shapes around it for petals. It almost looked like a little phlox.

And then, because they were far too ambitious, they moved below his navel and began cutting several jagged round shapes, one in the center with six crowded unevenly around it. Around these they cut long, rounded “petals” in two uneven star shaped formations, one smaller one layered atop the other, larger one. König’s tongue wet their bottom lip as they watched blood well up and a drop spill from the flower.

“What…is that?” Ghost asked.

“Edelweiß,” König answered, tilting their head.

“Why does it make you look like you want to eat me?” Ghost wondered, voice a bit breathy.

“It looks very pretty on you,” König murmured, “And your blood looks very…sweet.”

They lifted their hood a little as they lowered their head to lap up the stray drop of blood. They groaned quietly, eyes closing. His hard cock brushed against their neck and twitched. They glanced up at him before moving down. They kissed the side of his cock and then licked it lightly and he shivered in response.

“I’m already hard now,” he pointed out tersely, “And fuckin’ ready. Would you dick me already??”

“Always so impatient, pretty,” König chuckled as they lifted up again, sheathing their knife.

“And you’re always bloody slow,” Ghost accused as they opened their belt.

“I like to savor my meal,” König mused, “Especially when it’s one as quality as you.”

Ghost’s eyes averted as he huffed. König’s eyes trailed over his new flowers, all pink and red lines and it felt so, so hot inside that tent. He let them cut him up and now he was going to let them zap him like he was livestock while they fucked his brains out of his skull. König shuddered and flushed hotter. They tugged their shirt over their head before it could get sweaty this time and snatched up the condom as they shifted forward.

The extra step was annoying when they were getting so impatient, but they managed to get it on and quickly pressed up against him. They bit their lip as the head of their cock pressed into him, still soft and warm even with the barrier. They shifted forward and gripped his hips tightly. He tensed, bracing himself for their usual rudeness and they grinned to themself as they yanked him onto their cock rather than thrusting forward.

This caused his arms to give out and he landed on his back with a thump and a wheeze.

“You fuckin’ dickhead!” He snapped, squirming and shoving a knee into their ribs.

They laughed breathlessly and reveled in the sensation of him wrapped so perfectly around their cock as he wrapped his legs around their waist. They couldn’t be bothered trying to wait, quickly moving their hips in eager, sharp rolls. Ghost’s entire body shuddered and his head threw back.

“Oh, God,” he breathed, clawing and grabbing at the edge of the table, “König.”

König’s throat constricted at the sound of their name said with such breathless pleasure.

“It feels good?” They prompted, feeling breathless themself as they watched him with wide eyes.

“F-Fuck, yeah,” Ghost moaned, hips rocking against them, “The-The ridges. Ribs. Whatever. God, that feels so bloody good.”

He let go of the table to touch his cock, jerking it a few times like it was all too much for him before he grabbed the table again. His chest was rising and falling rapidly already and his body flexed with each roll of his hips to meet theirs. The cuts flexed too, beautifully rippling across his skin. König just watched in awe, fucking him without a narrowed purpose for a moment. But they wanted more.

They unclipped the baton from their belt and flicked it on. Ghost’s head tipped back down as his eyes opened and he tensed as they lowered it. It landed first on his thigh, briefly, maybe not even a second of contact, a test to see how he reacted to it. He jolted very lightly and grunted, clearly used to being shocked. König grinned as they turned up the setting.

They stuck the baton hard into his thigh, practically stabbed him with it and he spasmed, groaning lightly. They only left it a couple seconds before lifting and jabbing again and again and again in rapid succession. Ghost’s back arched and he panted and groaned through his teeth as his thigh shook under the assault. So pretty.

König shifted hands to jab his other thigh several times until he let out a whine low in his throat, hips jerking restlessly like he was trying to get away. They moaned breathlessly and shuddered as heat pulsed through them, their own hips moving faster against his ass. They tossed the baton back to their dominant hand and jabbed it into his flank, holding it.

He flailed like a fish out of water, jerking hard enough he jarred König and some of the things on the table, which fell over or jostled aside. Incidentally, it also fucked his ass up and down on König’s cock while he spasmed around it. All while a higher whine trilled through his teeth. König groaned, a low, ugly sound and their shaking knees almost gave out at the pleasure of it all.

They finally jerked the baton away and Ghost gasped harshly as he stilled. The spot was an angry red burn now. König flicked off the baton and dropped it as they lurched over him, bracing their hands on the table as their hips rutted against him hard and fast. Their patience was gone and they wanted so badly to come inside his twitchy body.

They fucked him so hard the table creaked shook badly, things scattering and knocking off it and Ghost jarred hard against its surface, sliding back and forth. His hands scrambled at their upper back, nails clawing across their skin as he tried to hang on while they plowed him into the table. They moaned roughly as the heat balled up tightly in their pelvis, in their guts and he moaned back at them, right in their ear. Their eyelids fluttered. Both his pleasure and his pain sounded so pretty.

They shoved a hand between them to grasp his cock, jerking it frantically to bring him to pleasure with them. He let out a tiny little cry, an almost sort of whimper, as his hips jerked. König shivered at the new sound.

The tiniest flick of movement caught their eye and their eyes jerked up to the flap of the tent. Through the sliver of space between each side they could see one widened steely blue eye and half a pair of parted lips. König tilted their head curiously at Soap. Perhaps he had come to see if Ghost was alright. Was he shocked to find his beloved friend was more than alright under König’s rough hands? That he was enjoying himself? A thrill ran up them at the way that eye swept over the scene. 

Then Soap’s eyelashes lowered and his pretty pink lips closed, teeth digging into the bottom one. König shivered and wondered what part of this he was enjoying. Likely the pretty sounds and sight of Ghost writhing under them. Did he wish he was in their position? They wouldn’t blame him. They would be envious the other way around.

Ghost tensed, squeezing tightly around König’s cock and they groaned, eyelids fluttering closed right before he came on his belly with a low moan. König’s hand let go of his cock to brace on the table again as the tension in them twisted up, their hips going sloppy and frantic. They dropped their head to his shoulder and groaned as they jerked to a halt, coming with a familiar burst of relief. Their hips jerked a few more times, hard and slow, before they stopped and slumped further over him, bracing their forearms on the table and breathing harshly with a brief breathless, shaky laugh.

Ghost eventually let go of them, once they both had their breath mostly caught and König lifted up, casting their eyes ahead, but there were no more blue eyes spying on them. They moved back and pulled off the condom, tying it before dropping it by Ghost’s hip. They got their med kit from their gear and cleaned him up, although they had to pause to look at the edelweiss covered in his come. Very pretty before they wiped it clean.

They cleaned and bandaged the cuts although they weren’t that bad and dressed the burn on his side. The red marks on his thighs were perfectly fine, so nothing else was particularly needed. It wasn’t too bad, all things considered, but Ghost laid stiller and quieter than ever.

“Did I wear you out?” König prompted as they started to put his clothes back over his boot.

“Aye, little bit,” Ghost admitted, “I’ll be fine in a minute.”

König pulled his trousers up and he lifted his hips weakly to let them get them over his ass. They did up his fly and belt and then retrieved his shirt, putting it near him. Then they went about getting their own clothes and gear back on while he slowly sat up and got himself together. By the time they were nearly back in place, he’d gotten his shirt and jacket on, sleeves rolled up, but the front was open as he lifted his radio and tuned it.

“Alpha 1, this is Bravo 1,” he muttered, “Do you read me?”

“I read you, Ghost,” another English voice answered.

“Bravo 2 is injured,” Ghost informed them, “Pulled him out and it’s not too serious, but he’s down for the count. Broken leg. Plan b?”

“Affirmative,” the other voice confirmed, “I’ll let evac know. Alpha 2 just said he found his objective, so try to hurry, would ya?”

“This a race now?” Ghost scoffed as he hopped off the table.

“Since we’re winnin’, yes,” came the response, “Get to work, lad. Out here.”

“Out here,” Ghost parroted.

König finished with their gear as Ghost zipped up his jacket.

“I’ll see you,” they said as they started toward the exit.

“Hey, can you check on Soap one more time before you leave?” Ghost requested.

“Sure,” König agreed.

“No touchin’,” Ghost added sternly, “Not like you do me.”

“Yes, he’s off limits,” König agreed as they exited.

“Thanks,” Ghost grunted behind them.

They entered the other tent where Soap had both of his arms over his face.

“Excuse me,” König said as they neared him, “I’m coming to poke you.”

Soap’s arms flung away as his head jerked up.

“You what??” He demanded.

They gently prodded the splint on his leg. He let out a breath and his head fell back. They gently prodded his leg, running their fingers lightly over the broken spot. It was still perfectly in place. They checked the cut on his thigh too and it was fine as well.

They touched his wrist to check his pulse and his forehead to check his temperature. His heart rate was high and his face was flushed, but not abnormally. He was just embarrassed.

“All good,” they announced as they drew back, “Just get your leg taken care of as soon as you get back. Try not to put any more pressure on it until then.”

Soap nodded and cleared his throat, not looking at them.

“Thanks,” he grunted.

“It’s always my pleasure to make a deal with Ghost,” König mused as they stood mostly straight, “Goodbye, Soap.”

They waved and headed out. As they exited the tent, Ghost exited the other, fully geared up and looking much more alert. He nodded to them and they nodded back before heading back to their spot, humming cheerfully. They were nearly back when their team leader spoke in their ear.

“Blutspende, come in,” she said.

“This is König,” they responded, “I read you.”

“Have you seen any movement over there?” She asked, “It’s eerily quiet.”

“Negative, all clear here,” König answered as they reentered their designated watch point.

“Copy that,” she replied, sounding frustrated, “Stay sharp. Out here.”

“Out,” König replied.

They jogged upstairs, humming cheerfully as they rolled their shoulders, feeling the stinging scratches on their back rub against their shirt.

It was a complete mystery how their entire team managed to fail in spotting a single one of the enemies planting their bombs. Truly astounding the lack of sight. Thankfully they heard some beeping though, so they should be grateful their ears worked. Someone told König to stop humming as they evacuated, because they lost, but König told him losing was all about mindset. And if he ever told them what to do again, he’d wake up with a knife in his trachea.

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The sound of humming drew Ghost out of his tired staring at the wall of canned soup he was supposed to be trying to pick from. He knew that tune. He knew that tone. He knew the way it tried to send shivers up his spine.

“Ein Männlein steht im Walde ganz still und stumm,” a too-throaty voice sang softly, causing Ghost’s head to turn toward a-

“Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um.”

-tall figure with a hoodie, hood up-

“Sagt, wer mag das Männlein sein-

“Das da steht im Wald allein-“

-who was bouncing slightly as they-

“Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein.”

-sang the tune König creepily hummed all the time.

“Das Männlein-”

The figure stopped abruptly, stiffening up a bit, becoming alert and Ghost jerked his head back toward the soup, reaching for a can as they looked around at him. From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw their face was covered with a plain black face mask like his. That wasn’t unusual, he shouldn’t read into it. But then again, how many people were that big with that kind of voice and sang the apparently German song that König hummed all the fucking time?

The person, surely not König, took something from the shelf, looked at it then put it back and turned away, humming the tune as they went along. Ghost hesitated briefly, not briefly enough, before slinking after them. He must be losing it. There was no way.

What the bloody hell would König be doing in London? That was ridiculous. They had an Austrian accent, an Austrian flag on their gear, and carved the Austrian flower into Ghost’s skin. Obviously they should be in Austria somewhere, if not on the KorTac base. Of course Johnny had a Scottish accent, a Scottish flag on his gear, and “Alba gu bràth” tattooed above his ass and he was also in London, but that was beside the point.

Johnny was just there because he used his big puppy eyes to convince Ghost to let him stay at his place while he healed his broken leg. Not because he really needed help though. It was because he was being a nosy mother hen who thought Ghost was losing it.

“Fraternizing with the enemy!” He’d practically screeched, “Yer aff yer heid!”

It wasn’t fraternizing. It was making a deal when in a tight spot. Just because Ghost got off didn’t mean it was fraternizing. But maybe Johnny had a point about him losing it, if he was starting to hallucinate König in the grocery.

He followed the humming and more snippets of soft singing (which was somehow even creepier than the humming!) through the store, using all his skills as the Ghost to remain inconspicuous and unseen by Definitely Not König. They moved around picking lots of things up, reading the labels, sniffing them, weighing them in their hands, but they always put the things back. Whoever they were, they were fucking strange. Which did lend credence to them being König.

Ghost started checking the items they picked up, but he couldn’t make much sense of it. Maybe he was just stalking an innocent German-speaking tourist like some paranoid creep. Maybe he was hallucinating and chasing after some incredibly good dick. Maybe he should forget Johnny’s soup and König and go to a club instead. Get normal laid with a normal person. That’d get his head on right, surely.

But what if it was König? He couldn’t just jog on if it was. They could be up to something. They could be stalking him. Okay, maybe that was just an excuse to justify creeping after this person. But he knew he’d never sleep if he didn’t find out. Luckily for him, he found out soon.

Unluckily, it came in the form of rounding a corner without looking and abruptly coming face-to-face with them. Well, face-to-neck, really. Their hands snapped out and seized his jacket and they whirled, twisting him around and shoving him toward a partially open door. It was shoved the rest of the way open by Ghost’s back pushing into it and then closed by his back pushed against the other side. A knife abruptly pressed to his neck before his brain could stop whirling from all the spinning and he froze instinctively. His assailant leaned in, silvery blue eyes gleaming and wild.

“Why are you following me?” König asked, voice low and dangerous.

Ghost was so used to the strange, awkward giant that called him pretty that he was actually startled, disarmed a moment to be faced with the actual terrifying monster KorTac operative that liked to stab his teammates. Somehow it didn’t actually scare him. Somehow the blade cold against his throat wasn’t exactly terrifying. Or at least it wasn’t only terrifying. God, I’m so fucked up, he thought, not for the first time as tingling arousal spread through him.

“I asked a question,” König growled, pressing the knife harder.

The edge of the knife nicked Ghost’s skin and he hissed at the sting, luckily not a moan as his cock gave a twitch in his pants. The anger pinched up on the visible part of König’s face instantly smoothed as their dark eyebrows went up and the knife let up. They let go of him with their other hand and flicked up the bill of Ghost’s cap, probably to see his eyes better.

“Ghost??” They demanded loudly.

“Shh!” Ghost hissed, eyes darting around, “Not so loud.”

Luckily it was a single bathroom with no cameras in it, but the walls weren’t exactly soundproof.

“Sorry,” König apologized, pulling the knife back, “Why are you here?”

“I live down the bloody street,” Ghost grumbled, “What are you doin’ here? Don’t you live in Austria??”

“I live on military bases most of the time,” König corrected, “I came to visit your country to find a whore with your accent.”

Ghost was rendered utterly speechless. What in the bloody fuck was he even supposed to say to that??

“Sorry, sex worker,” König corrected, making a sort of awkward pointing gesture with the knife, “Sadly, most don’t really sound like you. And they’re boring. None are as fun or pretty as you.”

Ghost’s face went up in flames as he looked away, huffing. Seriously?? How could they just say shit like that?? König leaned back in and Ghost tipped his head back to look up at them. They tilted their head and a long lock of deep auburn hair fell into their eyes which were dancing now, clearly amused.

“I can’t believe my luck,” they mused, “To find you here. And so eager you followed me through the whole store.”

“I wasn’t eager,” Ghost dismissed defensively, “I was tryin’ to figure out what you were doin’ here.”

“Trying to satisfy my boredom,” König admitted, “And here you came to help me out.”

“I didn’t come here for you,” Ghost insisted.

“Maybe not,” König agreed.

They tapped his covered cheek with the knife as their eyes trailed down to his throat.

“But you’re here now, looking very pretty,” they murmured, “So let’s have fun.”

Their cool eyes flicked back up to his as the knife trailed over his cheek like a caress. He swallowed dryly.

“Promise I’ll play nice,” they added.

“Seems unlikely with you wavin’ that thing around,” Ghost argued, eyeing the knife pointedly.

König hummed consideringly before moving abruptly and Ghost barely suppressed a flinch as they stabbed the knife into the door above his head.

“There, now let’s play,” they said.

Their fingers hooked into his belt and pulled his hips to theirs as their eyes bored into his. He suppressed a shiver under their heated gaze as their hand trailed to the front of his belt to unfasten it. They leaned in, nosing under his jaw as they undid his fly too and he clutched instinctively at their hoodie. Their hand pushed into his pants and his hips bucked, grinding his cock eagerly into their palm.

“Did you miss me?” They murmured in his ear as they wrapped their hand around his already half-hard cock.

“P-Piss off,” Ghost grunted, “Just get to it already.”

König chuckled lightly as they pulled back a little. They yanked down on his bottoms, down past his knees and pulled a little bottle of lube from a lower pocket. The same bottle of lube they had used last time, Ghost could tell because it had the amount that had been leftover. Their dedicated fuck pocket had transferred to civilian clothes.

“You did expect this,” Ghost accused as they slicked up their fingers.

“Huh?” They grunted as they put away the lube, “Oh, the pocket. No, I was fucking sex workers, weren’t you listening?”

They shifted back closer, hand going between his legs. They had to sort of shove their way between his thighs since he couldn’t spread them that far with his trousers around his legs. Ghost opened his mouth to snarkily suggest they get a better position, but just as their cool, slick fingers touched his asshole, their dry hand pressed to his throat.

He gripped at their wrist and at the doorknob for support as they put light pressure on the sides of his neck. He tried to stay calm and breathe normally, but his heart was already thumping wildly in his chest. They always did this to him. Always set his nerves alight immediately. It was infuriating.

He pushed out a long breath as their finger pushed inside him. It was almost familiar now. He struggled with his breathing, struggled with a bit of lightheadedness and tried so hard to stay somewhat controlled while they fingered him. He would never tell them, but staying still and quiet while they stared at him intently and did things to him was better torture training than the literal torture training he’d had.

Maybe that training and the real torture he’d suffered was what saved him from turning into a messy whore immediately every time they screwed their long fingers into his ass. Despite seeming pretty awkward, they were good at this, efficient and thorough without being too clinical. He could ride their fingers for a while before he’d get bored, although not before he got impatient and today it was enhanced by their hand on his throat.

Their grip tightened slightly and a groan slipped out of him as his head pressed back against the door. He fought the desire to fall into it, to go fuzzy and let König take over. He did somewhat trust them, they hadn’t damaged him beyond repair yet after all, but he could never fully turn off the paranoia that they (or anyone but Johnny at this point) were just waiting for him to properly drop guard.

He daydreamed about it though. Not that he’d ever tell anyone, but he thought about it many times. What turning him into “ribbons” would entail. What not holding back would mean. Obviously they wanted to keep using him, so actual death or probably even crippling was off the table, but thinking about their grip on his neck, he wondered.

Would they like to choke him out? Would they like to leave bruises? Would they like to wrap something else around his neck? A collar or a belt? Ghost’s body flushed hotter (despite his mind rebelling against such notions), eyes closing and he squeezed their wrist, causing their fingers to twitch against his neck.

“Greedy today,” König commented softly as they squeezed tighter, “Does no one else take care of you, pretty?”

Ghost groaned, a bit strained now as he shuddered against the door and his hips rocked down against their fingers. He defensively wanted to say he hadn’t requested a tighter grip on purpose, but it felt too good to bother. It was all too good.

The roar of blood in his ears accompanying the dull ache across his brain, the light swimming feeling at the restricted blood. The shortness of his breath, not truly restricted, but catching around where his neck ached and his pulse pounded against their fingers. Their other fingers drilling him, persistent and thorough in the drive to light his pelvis on fire with arousal, making his hard, heated cock brush against their soft hoodie.

He was greedy. He wanted more. He needed more.

“C-C’mon already,” he growled impatiently, breathily, “You know bloody well that’s enough!”

König chuckled in amusement, as soft and husky as always and pulled their fingers from him. They stepped back, pulling on his throat and he stumbled forward a step, letting go of the doorknob. They slid their hand around to the back of his neck, letting blood flow properly to his head again while they guided him around, turning him. Then they shoved his face into the door a bit roughly, bending him over a little and he grunted as his cheek whacked into it.

They fumbled behind him with their trousers and a condom while he braced his hands on the door and tried not to whine in impatient annoyance. They pressed the head of their cock up to his asshole, gripping the back of his neck and he shifted his legs, trying to brace himself a little. They pushed inside, slow and steady this time and Ghost’s lungs squeezed like they always did, trying to force him to hold his breath as something far too large tried to invade his body.

He forced out a long, labored breath as he kept himself as relaxed as he could around the filling and stretching. Despite the prep making it mostly smooth, he could feel the light catch of the ribs on the condom against his rim as they stuffed him. He felt like they aimed to burst him apart or split him up the middle as they pressed flush to his ass. He was so full he thought his knees were going to give out.

“You and your bloody horse cock,” he growled, in favor of whining pathetically and trembling weakly or worse, moaning loudly.

“I think you actually like it,” König mused, “At least a little.”

“You don’t know anythin’,” Ghost huffed.

König laughed lightly, a little breathy.

“Maybe not,” they murmured.

They let go of his neck and took his wrists in their hands to twist his arms around his back. They held both against his lower back in one massive hand while the other wrapped around his throat. Ghost bit his lip and closed his eyes as heat rushed through him. Bloody fucking hell.

Then König rolled their hips back and forward in a quick, hard snap against his ass and he jarred against the door. He groaned low in his throat and tried to plant his feet and tense his thighs to brace better against the next thrust. He wasn’t jostled quite so badly the second time, but he still swayed lightly, feeling the full strength of their hips slamming into his ass. They were quick to display more of that strength.

His lips parted and he panted into the fabric of his mask as they fucked him hard and fast. He started to go a little fuzzy. He had never found anyone this good at actually fucking his brains out. They had so much force behind each thrust and they never really seemed to hold back, determined to try to dislocate his pelvis. It was what he always craved and could never really find.

Their hand pulled lightly on his throat, pulling his head off the door and their thumb slid up, pressing under his jaw to turn it. He unthinkingly followed their nonverbal instruction and turned his head the other way, not bothering to care while he was getting railed so perfectly.

“Look,” König ordered.

Ghost’s eyes slid open dazedly and he flinched at the sight of two figures, eyes snapping open further. But it was a mirror. A mirror showing him getting his guts rearranged while restrained with a pretty obvious hard-on. Another flush went through him and he moaned, eyelids lowering again, as he watched König’s hips slam against his bare ass. His legs were trembling, thighs flexing with each thrust. He hadn’t even noticed.

“Just look at you,” König murmured between their own harsh breathing.

Ghost’s eyes trailed up to and locked with theirs in the mirror. He shuddered at the glimmering heat of their lidded silvery blue eyes, like a blade left in the sun that reflected the sky.

“You’re so pretty trembling on my cock,” they whispered breathlessly, “I could just…break you in half.”

Their hand tightened on Ghost’s throat and he moaned, eyelids fluttering. König’s other hand shifted, releasing one of his wrists.

“Will you come pretty for me again?” They requested.

Ghost gripped his cock without hesitation and his eyes dropped to watch his hand jerk himself off.

“T-Tighter,” he rasped.

König’s hand tightened more on his throat, starting to restrict blood flow again and air properly this time too. He groaned, harsh and strained. His eyes swept up and down, watching everything he was feeling.

The cock brutally fucking his ass, the ribbed condom catching on his rim and rubbing inside him. The hand on his cock, building heat and pleasure between his legs. The hand on his wrist, holding achingly tight enough to bruise again. The hand on his throat making his breath struggle and his head swim.

His whole body throbbed with fiery pleasure building and building like his pounding heart was pumping too much heated blood and he would burst at any moment. His mind blanked. He couldn’t breathe. His eyes rolled back. It was all too much, all so good. And then it burst. He made a strangled, choked noise as he jerked and came hard, swarmed with full-body pleasure and relief so powerful he blacked out momentarily.

It wasn’t even a minute, he was sure, before he came to, gasping roughly against the door with König’s arms around his chest and guts. They were trying to catch their breath themself, laid over him with their face pressed to his neck. He shivered and tried to get his bearings and get his legs under him through the pleased haze. Tried to wipe that stupid, now familiar smile off his lips. He was so glad he wore a mask.

“Are you awake now, pretty?” König mumbled.

“Mhm,” Ghost hummed.

He stretched his legs a little, planted his feet, and braced his hands on the door so König could ease back a little. They did so, hands sliding down to his hips as they pulled back. They dealt with the condom, tossing it in the nearby bin and got their trousers up. They also pulled up Ghost’s bottoms and did them up for him too.

Then they abruptly turned him around and picked him up by his waist. Ghost huffed, blushing hotly, as he was hoisted up, feet actually leaving the ground and sat on the counter by the sink. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had lifted him by his waist like that, especially not when he was uninjured.

“Don’t do that!” He huffed, smacking their hands away, “Don’t pick me up like a child!”

“You’re light as a child,” König laughed, completely unperturbed.

“Prick,” Ghost grumbled as they pulled paper towels from the dispenser.

He shifted a little, the soreness starting to set in and basked in the aching afterglow while he watched them clean his come off the door, creepily humming that cheerful tune again. They finally pulled the knife from the door and sheathed it on their lower back. They turned him, eyes all bright and pleased.

“I played nice,” they pointed out, proudly.

“Mostly,” Ghost snorted.

He was going to have bruises on his throat though. He reached for their arm impulsively, tugging and they came to him voluntarily, leaning close. He pulled up their sleeves and retrieved the marker from his pocket to write his number across their forearm.

“What’s this?” They wondered as he finished and capped the marker.

“My cell number,” Ghost answered as he hopped down, pushing them aside, “Give us a ring some time, so we stop meetin’ in the worst ways.”

“Oh!” König said as he opened the door, “Yes, okay.”

Ghost waved vaguely and headed out, not bothering to acknowledge the angry, embarrassed face of the manager type employee he passed on the way. He lit a cigarette as he stepped into the alley beside the shop and headed toward home. He blew smoke toward the sky as he eyed the clouds and stuffed his other hand in his pocket.

Fucking hell, what have I done? This was fraternizing. There was no deal here or excuse. They’d just said “hop on” and he’d done it. He was in so much trouble if anyone found out. He knew he should care more, but didn’t because he was still in the afterglow. As long as he was sore, he’d be in the afterglow. Besides, they’d already left scars on his willing body; it was really too late to act like he didn’t want this, as much as that annoyed him.

He still went an excessively twisting and long route to his flat though, just to be sure they weren’t following him. Although he didn’t think they were very stealthy, he doubled back a couple times to be sure. His cell couldn’t be traced, so that was fine, but he didn’t want them showing up at his door and especially didn’t want them to do so with their teammates.

He got the feeling they probably wouldn’t agree to such a ruse, based on how they spoke and acted about their team, but that could all be fake too. Even though they seemed completely sincere and they were definitely having fun, Ghost didn’t intend to drop his guard enough for a knife in the back. Although it could be argued he’d done just that in the bathroom: putting his back to them while their knife was right next to his head.

He shook his head as he unlocked his half a dozen locks. That was different, wasn’t it? He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stepped inside and closed the door. He put his back against it, slumping and sighing heavily.

“You okay, mate?” Johnny’s voice prompted, startling the hell out of him.

Ghost almost jumped in surprise as he looked around at the man sitting on his couch. He’d completely forgotten he was staying with him. Johnny’s face was deeply concerned, head tilted curiously.

“Fine,” Ghost grunted, turning to do up the locks.

“You didn’t get the soup?” Johnny guessed.

Ghost nearly froze. He forgot what he’d been at the shop for.

“They were out,” he lied, finishing the locks and stepping out of his shoes.

“They were completely ootta soup?” Johnny said dubiously.

“Aye, no soup at all,” Ghost insisted as he moved toward his room.

“Er, okay,” Johnny offered, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” Ghost grunted.

He closed his door a little too hard and winced as he locked it. He slid to the floor and dropped his face into his knees. He shouldn’t be rude, he knew Johnny was just worried, but the last thing he wanted right now was another lecture. He knew he was fucking up majorly. He knew he was being sloppy. But some deeply tired part of him selfishly thought he deserved to be a little careless.

He touched his aching throat, running his finger over the cut that probably wasn’t very visible. He’d need to wear a scarf for now until he was back in his regular mask.

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The absolute cunt completely ghosted Ghost. Which was a rude thing to do to someone in general, but especially to someone who risked something by associating with you. Ghost could be discharged (at the very least) for fraternizing, but had risked it anyway. And König ghosted him. Fucking cunt.

He tried not to think it was because König thought he was asking for more than he was, but he began to heavily worry that they’d misunderstood. He hadn’t given his number because he was trying to make them anything more than a very dangerous fuck buddy. He didn’t want a relationship or anything stupid like that, he just wanted to get dicked down so good his brain went blank.

If they weren’t KorTac, maybe Ghost would eventually feel like actually calling them friend, but that was it. He was already in love with one person and he wasn’t handling that much very well. The last thing he needed was a second person to go stupid over. Although he supposed he did go stupid over their dick.

Maybe it was good they ghosted him, actually. It surely was a dumb situation and he was risking too much for it. Them cutting it off was probably a blessing. Besides, he should focus back on work now that his and Johnny’s leave was up.

But running into KorTac was as inevitable as him losing focus. Worse, running into König was inevitable now too. Seriously, KorTac had as many operators as SpecGru, why was König on so many of the same skirmishes as Ghost?? He was catching glimpses of them constantly before Soap broke his leg. It was ridiculous and infuriating and Ghost could just feel that the cunt was there the second he and Soap stepped into enemy territory.

His eyes darted between the heartbeat sensor and the tunnel ahead as he and Soap crept through it. They shouldn’t run into anyone: KorTac didn’t know a tunnel led right under the building they’d placed the objective in. They were also being distracted by the rest of SpecGru. Although, if they were smart, they left at least one guard with the objective, Ghost thought.

He cursed the thought immediately as a new heartbeat showed up on his sensor, right around the objective. It was fine. One guard would be eliminated easy enough. They could handle it. Part of him kind of did hope it was König. He could shoot them for ghosting him.

“We’re here,” Soap muttered as he stopped ahead of him.

“Here” was a ladder that led up to the objective.

“One guard,” Ghost informed him, “West. Probably in front of the door, if I remember the blueprints right.”

“Copy that,” Soap said as he started up the ladder, “Stay back.”

Ghost shifted back several steps and watched Soap plant the bomb on the hatch. It was sealed and covered by flooring as well, so there was no other way but to blast through. Ghost took a couple more steps back and put away the sensor to get his rifle up.

Soap eventually hopped down and joined him, shifting behind him. Ghost threw him a dry look as he used him as a meat shield and Soap just grinned widely before hitting his radio.

“This is Soap, explosive planted,” he announced, “Come in, Nova.”

“This is Nova,” Nova responded, “I copy you’ve planted your gift package.”

“Solid copy,” Soap confirmed, “You in position?”

“On your count, Suds,” Nova replied.

“Let’s give it our best then,” Soap said, “In three…two…one!”

Something clicked behind Ghost and the blast, along with a much more distant explosion, went off in another two seconds. It rocked the tunnel and sent debris pluming down and outward, showering Ghost who closed his eyes before it hit. Luckily it was nothing too big or sharp, mostly just dust with a few pebbles plonking against him. His mask stopped him from inhaling any of it, but Soap coughed behind him.

“Need to get you a mask, sarge,” Ghost murmured as he opened his eyes and pointed his gun at the new hole.

“Aye,” Soap agreed around trying to stifle his coughing, “Maybe I’ll be scary like you then.”

Ghost pictured Soap wearing a skull mask similar to his own and quickly un-pictured it, not wanting to get distracted. He cautiously approached the hole as the dust started to settle. He expected a head to pop over the side at any second as he reached the ladder, but none came.

Most of the ladder was still intact, only the top bent out of shape, so he climbed up it and braced his boots and knees on it. Then he popped up just over the edge, eyes and gun sweeping the room. He stopped when they landed on the guard whose gun was in their hands, but not pointed at him.

“I fuckin’ knew it,” he grumbled.

“Hello, Ghost,” König greeted, waving.

“Is that König??” Soap hissed below Ghost.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” Ghost grumbled.

He pulled himself up and over the edge of the hole, jolting to his feet quickly. He pointed his gun at König’s shins as his eyes darted around the room. The objective, a computer containing many important weapon designs, was exactly where it was supposed to be against the northern wall.

“So how are you?” König asked.

Ghost’s eyes jerked back to them and he scowled.

“Are you seriously askin’ that?” He huffed.

“Yes, I’ve been wondering,” König answered, “Hello, Soap.”

Soap grunted as he came up beside Ghost.

“König,” he returned cautiously.

“What do you mean, you been wonderin’??” Ghost snapped, taking a step forward, “I should fuckin’ shoot you! You coulda just asked!”

“I couldn’t,” König grumbled, sounding annoyed, “I wanted to call, but I had to leave for an emergency right after we met. And I don’t have a phone.”

“Oh,” Ghost said, some of his anger abruptly fizzling out.

“What do they mean, you met and what about calling??” Soap demanded.

Ghost almost flinched.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” Soap shouted.

“Not so loud,” Ghost muttered at him.

“You are fraternizing with the enemy!” Soap accused, forced quietly.

“Only a little,” König offered helpfully, “How’s your throat, Ghost?”

“You showed them your mouth?!” Soap nearly screeched.

“Sshhh!” Ghost hissed, “No, don’t be fuckin’ stupid. They just choked me.”

He winced. That didn’t sound much better, actually.

“Oh my God!” Soap exclaimed.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Ghost dismissed defensively, “Stop makin’ this bigger than it is.”

“What are we doing here?” König spoke up uncertainly, “Are we fighting?”

Ghost and Soap tensed, focus snapping back to them.

“Because I don’t really care about that,” König admitted, gesturing at the computer, “I would rather not fight you over it.”

“You’d just let us take it?” Soap prompted, a bit dubiously.

“No, of course not,” König dismissed, “But we can make a deal for it.”

“Okay,” Ghost agreed just as Soap snapped: “No!”

Soap’s head whipped around.

“You’re not thinking straight!” He accused, sharp and vicious, “In fact, you are thinking very, very gay!”

König laughed and Ghost might’ve too if he wasn’t so annoyed.

“It’s a way to complete our objective without unnecessary violence,” he pointed out tersely, “Why wouldn’t I take that??”

“You are so infuriating!” Soap huffed, “You wouldn’t take it because we’ll get in so much fuckin’ trouble if you do, you bloody wallaper!”

“Not if you keep your massive mouth shut!” Ghost fired back.

“My mouth is not the problem here!” Soap snapped, “It’s your mouth that’s the problem right now!”

“No, it’s your piss poor attitude!” Ghost argued, glaring at him, “When did you become such a fuckin’ snob, MacTavish?? What happened to levelin’ a buildin’ for fun back in Turkey??”

“I’m not a snob!” Soap huffed, “You wanna blow up the buildin’, I’m with you! This is not that!”

“Yes, it’s less dangerous!” Ghost agreed tersely, “Less chance for injury!”

“Oh, I am so sick of your bloody excuses!” Soap growled, hands gesturing toward Ghost like he wanted to strangle him, “Just admit you want their fuckin’ dick up your arse!”

“It’s not about that!” Ghost insisted.

“I think-” König started.

“Shut up!” Ghost and Soap barked at them, eyes and guns snapping toward them, “No one asked you!”

König put up a hand in surrender, huffing a little.

“It’s just that you don’t have much time,” they pointed out.

Ghost checked his watch.

“Bollocks,” he grumbled, “You’re right, we need to hurry.”

He let go of his rifle, letting it fall by his hip and stepped toward them. They dropped their rifle and their hands lifted as though to reach for him. But Soap grabbed Ghost’s arm, stopping him.

“I’ll do it!” He declared.

“No, you will not,” Ghost scoffed.

“Why no’?” Soap asked, gunmetal eyes glinting angrily, dangerously, “It’s not aboot gettin’ fucked, right? It’s just aboot the deal, so it shouldn’t matter who does it.”

Ghost’s teeth clenched tightly as he leaned close to Soap, grabbing his vest to pull him even closer. Soap glared up at him, eyes hot like the barrel of a gun that just went off. It was unreasonable for him to be so bloody sexy when Ghost was so fucking frustrated with him.

“Fine,” he growled in his face, “You want me to be honest? I’ll be fuckin’ honest with you. I am a pillow-bitin’ masochist who can’t find dicks big enough with owners strong enough to faze me. So yeah, I fuckin’ like when they got their cock so deep in my arse it feels like I’m chokin’ on it. I fuckin’ like when I come on it while they fuckin’ burn me and cut me and smack me around.”

Soap’s face went red, even though his glare didn’t cool down.

“That’s why I make a deal with them so easily and why you are off limits,” Ghost insisted, letting go of him roughly, “No one is just gonna hurt you while I’m around, especially if I can take it instead, especially if I enjoy it. In this scenario no one fuckin’ loses, that’s the bloody truth. Does that satisfy you, sergeant?”

Soap’s hand abruptly cracked across his face hard, whipping his head to the side. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. Oh god, that fucking hurt. It felt like the ache of a punch against his cheekbone and Soap had used his open palm with his mask cushioning the blow. Ghost couldn’t fucking breathe.

“I’ll watch the door,” Soap said, cold and flat.

Or you could sit on my face and fucking suffocate me while they rearrange my guts, Ghost wanted to say. God, I’m so fucked up. Turned on by a slap, bloody Christ. Soap stomped over to the door, passing and specifically bumping his shoulder into König who watched him go with that curious head tilt of theirs.

Ghost was also a little confused why Soap was so angry about this. What did it fucking matter as long as the job got done? Even the fraternizing shouldn’t bother him that much. He knew Ghost well enough to know he wouldn’t really compromise anything important…didn’t he? Ghost felt something twist in his gut and his lips pressed together. Was that it then? Soap didn’t trust him to keep this from being a real problem?

Soap opened the door a bit and shoved his shoulder into the wall next to it, holding his rifle as he watched outside. Ghost considered saying fuck the mission and going to him, insisting they fix this. But there was a lot more at stake than his twisted up heart.

“Come on,” he grunted at König as he moved toward the desk near the eastern wall.

König followed after him and quickly crowded up behind him as he moved to unfasten his harness. They pressed their face up against the side of his head and slipped their fingers into the space between his vest and the waistband of his trousers.

“You know we gotta get gear off,” He muttered as they awkwardly tried to press against him.

They huffed, impeded by both their bulky vests and quickly grabbed at the straps of his vest to unbuckle them. They seemed even more impatient than usual, quickly yanking his rifle and vest off and then their own, tossing it all aside, but maybe they were just trying to be quick. They pressed up fully behind him, rubbing their cock against his ass while they ripped his belt and fly open. They kept nuzzling at his head and neck too.

“Who missed who?” Ghost snorted.

“I have not been having a good time,” König confessed as they shoved his bottoms down, letting them fall around his ankles.

Then they abruptly slammed him over the desk, his chin smacking soundly into it.

“Oi, fucker!” He huffed.

He was ignored as his wrists were taken bound tight with a cable tie. He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly so he couldn’t see Soap at the door as he spread his feet. König gripped the back of his neck as if to hold him in place and had their slick fingers pressing into him in record time, moving quicker and rougher than usual. He huffed long, hissing breaths and grumbled under his breath as he took it and their thumb rubbed against his neck like they were trying to keep him soothed and still.

They finished a lot quicker and left Ghost more sore than usual in their haste. He didn’t care. Clearly, since his hard cock was rubbing the edge of the desk. Before they fucked him, they decided to crouch down and bite his ass.

“Fuck!” Ghost spat, jolting against the desk as their teeth broken skin, “Cunt!”

They littered more burning bites all over his ass, eight in total seared so deep into his flesh he thought he could take dental imprints from them. He was pulsing from the pain and pleasure of it, struggling not to pant and moan like a messy whore as they stood again and fumbled with their trousers and a condom.

They were particularly rude today with their first thrust, not giving any amount of pause before jamming their cock completely into him. He jolted and wheezed as his breath shoved out of his lungs. He squirmed, huffing and kicked their shin in annoyance. One of their massive hands gripped his hip to hold him still and the other smacked against his face, shoving it further into the desk.

They immediately began moving, thrusting sharp and fast.

“F-Fucker,” he groaned.

He really didn’t sound that annoyed which was probably because he wasn’t. He was pinned, restrained, full, and getting railed. What did he have to be annoyed about? His mouth dropped open as they slammed into him, body jarring against the desk with every brutal thrust. Not the slightest bit of restraint in their hips today, which was saying something because he hadn't thought they restrained themself previously.

They groaned something in German that he didn’t quite catch and their fingernails raked across his hip before their hand lifted. It landed with a very hard, very loud smack against Ghost’s ass, right on top of a bite, sending stinging and aching through his flesh as he let out a surprised, pained cry. Then he moaned, low and rough.

“There’s those pretty noises,” König murmured breathlessly, “I missed your music, pretty.”

They spanked him again and again in rapid succession and Ghost could feel exactly where he would be bruised the next day. Then their hands switched and they covered his other asscheek and thigh in stinging blows, all while still driving their cock into him. He panted and groaned and whimpered as his entire lower half began to throb with their abuse. God, it felt good.

Then they lifted their hand off his face to slap his cheek too and Ghost let out a truly filthy moan which apparently encouraged them to do it again. He jerked his hips, trying to grind his aching cock on the desk while he drooled into his mask. They leaned forward, pressing his face down again and reached around his hip to grab his cock.

“I need you to come on my cock,” they whispered, hoarse and breathless as they roughly jerked him off.

Ghost shuddered and groaned weakly. It didn’t take long before he did just that, bearing down as a flood of pleasure went through him and a moan burst out of him, his come splattering against the desk and the floor.

König jolted against him with a low groan and sort of lurched over him, letting go of his cock to grab the edge of the desk as their hips went sloppier and more desperate against him. Their hand pressed harder to his face and they huffed out strained groans through their teeth that almost sounded like growls. Even dazed and breathless from his orgasm and getting fucked, Ghost could feel their frustration being poured into him. They really hadn’t been having a good time. On the one hand it felt good, on the other, it was worrying.

“Scheiße!” They spat as they abruptly slammed to a halt.

They pushed hard against him and leaned further over him as they pulsed inside him. They held there a moment, pressing with such force that they trembled slightly and the edge of the desk cut into Ghost’s thighs. He held still and let them have it, not bothering to whinge at them as he caught his breath.

Eventually they let out a breath and slumped, relaxing as their head dropped to his shoulder blade. Their hand pulled off his face and they huffed, trying to catch their own breath. The both of them settled down enough that the ache began to settle into Ghost. Which was mostly fine, but his arms were trapped.

“Not to rush you, but-” he started.

“Entschul-” König grunted as they jerked upright, “I mean, sorry.”

They quickly snapped off the cable tie, letting his arms fall to his sides. He stretched them and rolled his shoulders as they did up their trousers and pulled his up for him. He pushed up slowly, wincing a little and rubbed his wrists, which were raw from the cable tie. He didn’t even realize he’d been moving them so much.

König stepped back and he glanced at them as they both started to get their gear back on.

“What’s with you, eh?” He prompted.

“My team has been the worst,” König admitted, “They made me give too much blood and left me to fend for myself when they medevac’d the person I saved.”

Ghost frowned as they huffed out a breath and tightened the strap on their vest.

“No deals,” they grumbled, “No exchange. What do I get for all this? They’re just like the old team! They wouldn’t even let me play with his wounds. I promised to be nice!”

“Nice while playin’ with someone’s wounds?” Ghost countered dubiously.

König hummed, sounding annoyed.

“I wouldn’t have-He would’ve been okay after,” they insisted, “They never give me anything!”

“Probably because you ask for mad shite like playin’ with open wounds,” Ghost suggested dryly as he finished clipping his harness on, “Agree that sounds like bollocks though…Anyway, we have to go.”

König sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Can you knock me out?” They requested.

“I’ve got a knockout drug,” Ghost offered.

König nodded agreement to that.

“Soap,” Ghost said, looking around.

Soap came away from the door, red-faced and avoiding his eye and Ghost gestured at the computer. Soap went to get it gathered into his backpack and Ghost gestured for König to move closer to the door.

“Thanks,” he muttered as he got out the syringe.

“Always-” they started.

Ghost interrupted by jabbing them with the syringe.

“-happy to deal with me,” he finished as they wobbled, “I know.”

“See you…later,” König murmured.

“Probably,” Ghost agreed.

König fell, landing against the floor with a pretty solid thump. Ghost crouched to take their wrist, being sure their pulse wasn’t erratic and eyed their hood. He wondered for the first time why they covered their face. Are you also dead? He wanted to ask. He shook his head and stood, turning away.

Soap had the computer and was climbing down into the hole already, informing everyone their task was complete. Ghost hurried after him and followed him as he silently retraced their footsteps. Usually quiet was something Ghost welcomed. Right now it felt like it was suffocating him.

“Johnny,” he started.

“Not now, Simon,” Johnny dismissed, “We’ll talk when we get back.”

“Copy that,” Simon agreed.

The silence still felt like a coffin.

~

They did, in fact, not talk very much at all until they got back. They dumped their gear, went through a quick debrief where Ghost lied through his teeth and Soap nodded along, and then hit the showers before they really spoke.

“Come with me,” Soap said.

Ghost went with him, wondering if he was about to get lectured or just the shit kicked out of him. Soap took him to his bunk, gestured at him to stand by the desk and opened a drawer.

“Pick a knife,” he ordered.

Then he turned away to go to his closet, leaving Ghost to sweat as he looked over Soap’s knife collection. There were over a dozen. Lots of practical ones, lots of more pretty ones. Curved, straight, saw-toothed, thin, and thick.

Ghost plucked out the one made of blue steel. It looked similar to his favorite pair of eyes. He laid it on the desk and closed the drawer, wondering if Soap realized that hurting him with a knife was just going to turn him on.

Soap retuned a moment later and abruptly dropped something very heavy on the desk. It was a very large realistic dildo in Soap’s skin tone. Ghost’s eyes widened then averted. It felt like Soap had just taken his pants off in front of him by showing him that.

“Is that comparable to König?” Soap asked tersely, “I have a bigger one.”

Ghost blinked and looked at him. His scowling face was pink. Ghost’s eyes darted to the desk and back to him.

“Oh,” he realized breathlessly as his own face flushed, “You’re jealous.”

Soap’s face went darker pink.

“Don’t be daft,” he huffed, “It’s just…”

His lips pursed and he crossed his arms, not looking at Ghost.

“You said you can’t find anyone!” He groused, “No one big enough, strong enough. I’m standin’ right here!”

“I…didn’t know you wanted to,” Ghost admitted, “I, fuck, I’m mad about you and I didn’t want to overstep, so I never asked.”

Soap looked around at him, the anger sliding from his face.

“You fancy me, really?” He prompted.

Ghost considered blatantly confessing he was in love with him, but thought first of all, that was a big thing to dump on Johnny and second, he wasn’t sure he could say it yet. Baby steps.

“Affirmative,” he murmured, “For a while now.”

“Me too!” Johnny blurted, reaching out to grab Ghost’s jacket, “I thought you just wanted-I want to be with you!”

His eyes were so bright and so beautiful.

“Okay, y-yeah, yeah, yes,” Simon stammered.

Johnny reached up and yanked his face mask off, tossing it aside to plant an energetic kiss on his lips. He didn’t seem deterred by the scars in the slightest. Simon looped his arms around him, eagerly gathering him close and kissing him back. Oh, it was everything he had dreamed it would be. So warm and soft despite his scars and Johnny’s chapped lips. And wet, but that was his fault, he drooled a lot.

Johnny twisted suddenly and shoved him up against the desk, slamming him pretty hard against it. Their lips jarred apart as Johnny grabbed the knife behind him and held it up near his matching eyes. They both glinted just as dangerously and Simon swallowed dryly. The knife touched his throat briefly before moving down and nicking the skin just above his collar. He sucked in a sharp breath. The knife pressed between his collar bones.

“You can fuck them all you want,” Johnny informed him lowly, “But your mouth is mine, you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Simon agreed breathlessly.

Johnny’s eyes trailed over Simon’s face and the knife lifted to touch his jaw. He shivered.

“Might carve my initials into your face one o’ these days,” Johnny commented, “Just in case anyone gets any ideas.”

“Fuck,” Simon breathed, “You’re perfect.”

Johnny grinned widely.

“Wishing you’d done this sooner?” He mused.

“I prefer that it was you that started it,” Simon murmured, “But I feel we have a lotta time to make up for.”

“We sure do,” Johnny agreed, stepping back, “So I suppose you should get to work.”

Simon dropped to his knees without hesitation.

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Things were really going too well for Ghost. He was in a relationship with the man he loved, having some of the best sex of his life, infrequently got a very spicy (albeit short) phone call from his fuck buddy, and he was on a roll in work, cutting through missions like a hot knife through butter. KorTac especially was losing more and more of their little skirmishes, because none of them could catch Ghost.

Which was usually the case, but he was getting a little more ruthless with them, making sure they definitely stayed down before he left them. The reason was obvious to Johnny who kept giving him knowing looks every time he relayed his kill count after a KorTac related mission. Ghost was trying to ignore it, but he knew the reason too, it was too obvious.

König was a sadistic bastard, but they hardly deserved to be treated like a blood bag. Ghost knew there was probably more to it, they did say they couldn’t “play nice”, but you shouldn’t treat your teammate like that. He was a mad bastard himself with a tendency to shove people away, but his team still treated him like a teammate. Hell, no one in the military was a shining example of morals, but you took care of your team. That’s how you kept fighting together.

Maybe he was projecting his own issues with the desire of acceptance. Maybe he was just seeing a side of them their team didn’t get and was biased. Definitely he was getting too attached. Regardless of reason (or more like no proper reason at all), he just didn’t like how they were being treated and it was reflected in his work as he avoided König any time he glimpsed them and ruthlessly cut through their team. It was inevitable that this would catch up to him, that his careless emotions would cause a problem. He wished it hadn’t dragged anyone else down with him.

He and Johnny were sent together to infiltrate a building to disarm a missile strike while the rest of SpecGru distracted KorTac again. It was such a common tactic because Johnny was the demo expert and Ghost worked well with him. And might’ve also been insisting they be partners all the time. Not that anyone needed to know that.

The building the controls were in was unguarded except for one heartbeat inside. Ghost nearly rolled his eyes as they approached, tucking away the sensor. Here we go again. He gripped the doorknob and nodded to Johnny who nodded back. He opened the door, throwing it wide open and swung inside, rifle raised. Some whizzing sound snapped through his ears, indicating he just triggered something.

“Stop!” König’s hoarse voice shouted.

Ghost froze instantly, not taking another step into the room and registered they were directly across from him, sitting in a chair. Strapped to it. Their head was uncovered. No hood. Their long, pretty hair was messy, falling around their face which was covered in blood and bruises and a lot of old scars on the left side, even more than Ghost’s scars.

Worse yet, there was a bomb strapped to their chest. Ghost’s stomach dropped.

“König,” he breathed, eyes widening in alarm.

“Oh God,” Johnny whispered behind him.

“Leave,” König grunted.

“What the bloody fuck do you mean, leave??” Ghost demanded.

One of König’s tied down hands weakly gestured toward the floor and Ghost looked down to see a pressure sensor. If he’d taken another step forward, he’d have activated some trap.

“You’ll get trapped inside,” König explained.

“We can go around, don’t worry,” Ghost dismissed, eyes darting around for more traps, “Any more?”

“No, but you don’t want to be here,” König dismissed, “This will go off soon. You need to leave.”

“Like hell,” Johnny scoffed, “I’ll disarm it!”

“I wouldn’t,” König said, “It’s hooked up.”

They pointed their chin to the side and Ghost looked around at a desk. On it were the controls they were after.

“You disarm my bomb, the missile strikes,” they explained tiredly, “You disarm the missile, my bomb goes off. In five minutes from you opening that door, they both go off. You try to cut the connection, they both go off. You should leave.”

“Bollocks,” Ghost dismissed sharply, dropping his gun, “Come on, Johnny, tell me what to do.”

He hopped over the sensor and headed forward.

“That’s your favorite thing!” Johnny chirped cheerfully as he hopped over the sensor after him.

Ghost’s face heated up.

“Don’t start that now,” he grumbled.

“But if I start it now, we can finish it later,” Johnny joked, “You take the missiles.”

“Rog,” Ghost said, moving toward the controls.

He had no fucking clue what he was looking at, other than a screen and some buttons. This was not his expertise. He wasn’t very good with bombs either though. He could make a makeshift one, but he had no real idea how to disarm one he hadn’t built with his own hands.

“Hello, König,” Johnny greeted, catching his attention.

“Hello, Soap,” König mumbled as Johnny leaned in to look at the bomb, “You look very nice.”

“Thank you!” Johnny said brightly, “You like the new mask?”

“Suits you,” König grunted, “You will die in it if you don’t get out of here.”

“I think not, mate,” Johnny disagreed, “I’m pretty good at this...Yep, I can disarm it. Easy. Hold tight, buddy.”

He moved over to the controls, eyes darting over them.

“Yes, you should be able to do this,” he murmured as he pulled out his tablet.

He connected to the controls quickly and did…something. Then he explained the sequence of buttons Ghost would have to press on his mark and Ghost nodded sharply. Johnny went back to König and produced a pair of wire cutters as he leaned in again, bracing his knee on the chair between theirs. They blinked slowly at him as he fiddled with the bomb.

“It’s…funny,” they murmured, “It was just for him.”

“Hm?” Johnny prompted.

“They wanted to kill him…” König mumbled a bit incoherently, “I didn’t tell them you would probably be with him.”

“They did this specifically to get to me,” Ghost realized, “Because they know I won’t kill you.”

König’s eyes tiredly swept over to him.

“I didn’t tell them anything,” they said, “I said it was coincidence you avoided me. They didn’t believe me…They told me to bait you and trap you, but I didn’t want to. They decided to do it themselves.”

Ghost’s throat felt tight and dry and he swallowed, trying to make it normal again.

“I…owe you one, mate,” he murmured.

König smiled and even though it was pretty weak, it looked painful on their banged up face.

“Think we’ll be even if we make it out alive,” they offered.

“The hell we will,” Ghost grumbled, looking away.

Fuck, I’m so bloody stupid. I can’t believe I got them into this.

“Alright, on my mark,” Johnny ordered.

“I’m ready,” Ghost agreed, reaching for the controls.

“Three…two…one,” Johnny said.

Ghost hit the buttons in the appropriate sequence and the screen flashed a shutdown warning as it beeped. There was a beep over with Johnny and König too and Ghost looked around sharply.

“Tada!” Johnny announced, putting his hands up and wiggling his fingers, “You’re not dead! Like magic!”

König laughed weakly.

“Thank you,” they said.

“Don’t mention it, big yin,” Johnny dismissed as he set to cutting the vest and ties off König, “I probably owed you one somewhere in all this.”

König slumped toward him as soon as they were freed and he wobbled, almost falling back at their sudden weight. Ghost hurried over to help him put them back against the back of the chair and gently prodded their face, making them open their eyes again.

“Can we make a deal?” They murmured, staring dazedly up at him.

“Right now??” Ghost demanded, “For what??”

“If you…get me out of here, I’ll do whatever you want,” König offered.

Ghost’s guilty heart twisted in his stupidly weak chest.

“You’re a bloody fool, aren’t you?” He huffed, shaking his head, “You think I’d leave you now? You’re mad.”

His eyes darted over them, looking for injuries. Their left wrist, three fingers on that hand, and their right ankle were all pretty swollen, probably broken. They had several lacerations on their legs, torso, and arms, but nothing as serious as the broken bones. Ghost checked their eyes, breathing, and pulse. They seemed stable enough to move, despite whatever was going on with their daze and exhaustion. Ghost shifted closer to get his arms around them. They squirmed, looking confused.

“Steady there, soldier, you’re goin’ up,” he muttered.

“Ja,” König slurred, “Yessir.”

Ghost hauled them up and over his shoulders with a grunt.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, you’re heavy,” he grumbled as he readjusted them, “Alright, lead the way and look out, sergeant.”

“Yes, sir!” Johnny snapped off, saluting him before scurrying for the door.

Ghost rolled his eyes and followed him.

“Can I sleep?” König mumbled.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Ghost answered as he stepped over the sensor, “Until we know if you’re concussed. But I can’t really stop you.”

“I…will try,” König offered weakly, “For you, my pretty friend.”

Ghost blushed a little, but solidly ignored that. Mostly.

The rest of the team was more than a little confused as to why he was hauling in an injured KorTac operator, but the medic didn’t question him about it. They quickly set and splinted König’s broken bones, dressed the lacerations, and cleaned up their face.

“What do I give you?” König asked them weakly as they looked in their eyes.

The medic paused, blinking down at them in confusion and Ghost gripped König’s shoulder.

“You don’t give ‘em anythin’, mate,” he dismissed, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay,” König mumbled, “As you say.”

The medic glanced at Ghost before continuing, checking if König was concussed and they concluded they probably weren’t. König was glad to hear they could take a nap on the way back. They were put on a stretcher and hauled into one of the helos and Ghost and Johnny slid into it with them.

It was a quiet ride back, the loud sounds of the chopper making it hard to have much of a conversation, even if Ghost had wanted one, but upon arrival, they were swarmed with SpecGru leaders demanding answers. Ghost and Johnny reluctantly parted from König to let them be hauled to an infirmary while the two of them were grilled on what the fuck while they got their gear unloaded.

Johnny was the one who explained KorTac had set up some Saw trap scenario in an attempt to force them to choose between killing one enemy team member or letting an entire outpost get obliterated. He said he couldn’t really fathom why they would do that, other than they didn’t like Ghost much and it seemed this team member was not liked much either. Ghost just tiredly nodded along. Several of the team leaders actually seemed thrilled, asking excitedly if that meant König was available for contract. Ghost suggested they ask when König was better and then headed to the infirmary, Johnny right behind him.

König was tucked up in a bed, apparently completely tended to already and still sleeping. Ghost pulled a face mask from his pocket and looped it around their ears before sitting down beside them. He dropped his forehead to the bed beside their hip.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Johnny squeezed his knee, but didn’t try to reassure him otherwise or tell him it wasn’t his fault. He appreciated that, not really wanting to hear empty words of comfort right then. It was his fault for acting so foolishly. He needed to do his best to make it up to them.

~

Ghost woke up not remembering falling asleep. He was leaning back in a chair, feet propped up. Must’ve fallen asleep beside König. It took him a few seconds to realize what had woken him: talking.

“-destroyed half the building,” Johnny’s voice was saying, brightly, cheerfully, “You’d have been ripped apart, instantly dead. Me too probably. Ghost might’ve survived the initial blast, but then he’d be trapped under rubble, bleedin’ oot. Probably missing limbs.”

How morbid.

“He would make a pretty limbless corpse,” König murmured.

Fucking hell.

“He would, aye,” Johnny agreed, “We’d be chunks though, we couldn’t appreciate it.”

Jesus, Johnny.

“That would’ve been unfortunate,” König lamented, “I’m glad you saved us.”

“Me too,” Johnny said, “But more because I like youse alive.”

“I thought you disliked me,” König admitted.

“No, I was just being an arse to you ‘cause I was jealous,” Johnny confessed, “Sorry aboot that.”

Ghost admired his ability to just say such a thing. To just grow up and recognize and apologize to someone’s face when you’ve acted poorly. He wished he had the same maturity.

“You two are together now?” König prompted.

“Aye, we are,” Johnny confirmed, “Don’t worry though, you can still fuck him. It’ll be better now that you’re on our side! No more life or death scenarios.”

König made a disappointed little hum and Johnny laughed.

“I like you, mate, you’re fucked,” he mused, “We’ll have lotsa fun together.”

There was a shift and Ghost cracked his eyes up to watch Johnny leaning closer to König.

“With Ghost between us,” he added in a conspiratorial whisper.

Ghost could’ve shivered at that thought while König chuckled.

“I look forward to that,” they murmured.

“Conspirin’ against me,” Ghost grumbled, eyes opening further.

Johnny just grinned at him and based on the sparkling in König’s eyes, he could guess they were grinning behind the mask too. Clearly they held no animosity toward him, yet he was obviously still in so much trouble. And it was exactly where he wanted to be.

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It took a couple days for everything to get settled with König and Soap knew he should be more patient with their recovery and getting the contract written up. But he had a tendency to be impatient with his toys. It had taken all of his effort and a lot of denial not to jump Ghost sooner. He had just really not wanted to ruin their friendship, but it turned out ruining their friendship was the best choice he ever made.

Anyway, König was easier to jump because they had more or less been introduced as Ghost’s fuck buddy. There wasn’t much worry of crossing a boundary by propositioning them, so Soap was diving headfirst. With their broken bones, he did figure he should be somewhat delicate though and debated for those couple days the best plan of attack. The plan he landed on and whispered in Ghost’s ear got an enthusiastic nod and an eager “right now??” that had him pinching Ghost’s adorable little face.

“Tonight,” he said.

“Tonight,” Ghost agreed.

So that night, Soap asked König to his bunk which they hesitantly agreed to and followed him down the hall on their crutches.

“I’m not supposed to touch you,” they said as they walked, “It will upset Ghost.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t upset him,” Soap assured.

“He…approves?” König prompted.

“He’s in my bunk already,” Soap explained, “You’re actually touchin’ him, not me.”

“Oh, good,” König said, sighing in relief, “I don’t want to lose him.”

“Do you want to be romantically involved with him too?” Soap wondered.

“I don’t think so,” König answered uncertainly, “But he is special to me. Do I have to define it? Because I think I’ll find that difficult.”

“No, not at all,” Soap dismissed, “I was just curious. I don’t mind either, what you have. It doesn’t bother me any more now that I’ve got what I truly wanted.”

They stopped outside his door and Soap turned to König who tilted their head at him.

“His mouth belongs to me for now though,” he informed them very firmly, “No kissing and no blowjobs. You go for it, I cut your tongue oot, you got that?”

“Yes, sir,” König agreed, nodding.

“Maybe if you’re both good, you can earn it some time in the future,” Soap offered bemusedly with a wink.

“I’m not very good at being good,” König snorted, “But I’ll try. That’s certainly a worthy goal.”

“That’s the spirit!” Soap chirped as he opened his door.

Ghost was kneeling on the foot of his bed, undressed besides a face mask, with his hands behind his back in the usual position. Soap smirked as his eyes ran over his torso where his marks, bites and cuts both, were scattered across his skin so beautifully. Soap stood aside to let König in, closing the door behind them and König’s eyes swept over Ghost as well.

“I see someone else is taking care of you now,” they commented as they hobbled closer.

“Aye…Johnny’s real good to me,” Ghost murmured.

“He’s made you even prettier,” König complimented.

“Shut up,” Ghost huffed as his eyes averted.

Soap just knew he was blushing under that mask. He blushed a lot more than Soap had realized before they started fucking. He liked to tease him that it was the real reason for the mask, instead of protecting the identity of a legally dead man. That and the fact he was so damn pretty. The teasing always made the red go redder.

“Please sit,” Ghost requested of König when they reached him.

He took their crutches as they sat beside him and laid them under the bed. Soap leaned against his desk to watch Ghost prodding König to sit against the headboard, legs outstretched. He straddled their legs and started untying their sweats to tug their waistbands down. They reached out to touch his hair with their good hand.

He paused, head tilting into their hand as they ran their fingers through his messy blonde hair. He had a sensitive scalp that Soap liked to torture by pulling and playing with his hair. König scratched at his scalp and Ghost shuddered in a delightful way that had Soap filing that away to use later.

“Don’t distract me,” Ghost grumbled, pulling at König’s sweats.

“Yes, sorry, I can see you’re on a mission,” König mused.

Their hand slipped out of his hair and rubbed over his shoulder while he pulled their cock out. They were already showing interest before Ghost wrapped his hand around them. Their cock really was pretty ridiculous. Soap was impressed Ghost could take them, just as impressed as he was every time Ghost took one of his bigger cocks. The man was…well, Soap didn’t think there was a flattering word for it.

König’s fingers trailed over Soap’s marks while Ghost’s hand moved up and down their cock. Soap was entranced by how they moved together, warmth filling his belly at the sight. Again. He blushed. Again. He really liked watching them way too much, it was embarrassing to enjoy being something akin to a cuck this much. Although he had plans to be more involved soon. 

Ghost’s free hand slid up König’s chest and he pinched the zipper of their hoodie.

“Shouldn’t you return the favor?” He muttered.

“Of course,” König agreed, “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you, pretty.”

“Shut up,” Ghost huffed as he unzipped their hoodie sharply, “You don’t know anythin’.”

It was infinitely amusing to Soap that he was still so grumpy when he fucked König, considering he melted like butter for Soap.

“Mhm, I’m completely clueless,” König mused as Ghost shoved their shirt up.

Ghost made a little grumbly noise as he ran his hand over their battered torso. They were bruised, bandaged, and heavily scarred. Gorgeous, really. They matched Ghost very well. Ghost apparently thought they were attractive too, if his cock rising a bit was any indication.

“That’s flattering,” König said as their hand rubbed over Ghost’s thigh, “Am I allowed to touch you too?”

Ghost hesitated, glancing over at Soap who nodded.

“You can,” Ghost answered, shifting his hips forward a little.

König wrapped their hand around his cock and even though Ghost was a bit above average, he looked so much smaller in their massive fist. It was actually cute how often Ghost looked small compared to König. It was kind of like when Soap was next to Ghost and looked smaller and cuter by comparison.

It was a fun sight to see, but Soap took pride in the fact no one else got to see just how cute Ghost could be. Like this with König, but also when he was gagging for Soap too. Soap could just eat him up, he was so adorable and he was giving it his best shot, clearly exhibited by his bite marks all over Ghost. He smirked proudly again at his handiwork. In fact he was profoundly proud of this entire thing, very smug to have set it up. Very delighted to have his two toys playing with each other.

Ghost leaned further in, rolling his hips to eagerly push his cock into König’s fist and König leaned forward to push their cheek against his.

“You’re so pretty,” they murmured, “It’s lovely the way you move.”

“Shut up,” Ghost huffed.

König nuzzled his neck and rubbed their thumb over the tip of his cock, making him twitch.

“Lovely,” they insisted.

“If I’m so lovely, why’s it takin’ you so long to get hard?” Ghost grumbled.

“I am hard,” König said, “You’re just distracted.”

“I’m not,” Ghost disagreed petulantly.

Then he abruptly pushed his cheek into König’s and nuzzled them back a bit aggressively. König laughed lightly.

“I’m happy to be here with you too, my friend,” they mused, “Never been so glad to be beaten and tied up.”

Ghost huffed out a disbelieving snort as he sat up straight again.

“You really are fuckin’ mad, aren’t you?” He asked, a bit incredulously.

“Yes,” König confirmed, completely sincerely.

Ghost shook his head then glanced over at Soap before reaching around König to get the lube off the headboard, finally remembering what he was supposed to be doing. He poured lube into his hand and spread it over König’s cock, causing their hips to flex up a bit and a soft little moan to slip out of them. Ghost tossed the lube back where it belonged and shifted backwards so he could turn around and lean forward.

König’s eyes dropped and their hand gripped Ghost’s ass abruptly, tightly if Ghost’s wince was anything to go on. Ghost reached back to pull the plug out of his ass and König watched closely as it came out, shuddering. Soap was very pleased he’d been right that they’d like that.

“Such a pretty hole,” they murmured, low and breathy.

Ghost huffed, knocking his elbow against their shoulder as he twisted back to toss the plug onto the headboard. Then he shifted around, gripping König’s cock between his legs and lowered himself onto it. König’s head fell back, their eyes closing and their hand ran up his back as he slid down onto their cock, not seeming to have any trouble stuffing it inside himself.

“Cock-hungry on both ends,” Soap commented unthinkingly as more heat flooded through him.

He’d meant to stay quiet, but he had a tendency to run his mouth when Ghost was following his orders. Ghost groaned as he pressed snugly into König’s lap.

“Is his mouth this delightful?” König muttered as their hand rubbed over his shoulder.

“Even better,” Soap answered, “He gets really sloppy with his mouth. Drools everywhere.”

Ghost shuddered and his fingers clenched in the fabric of König’s sweats where his hands were braced on their thighs.

“That does sound lovely,” König mused, “I would like to see it at least.”

“Well, I doubt you’ll get the best view,” Soap said, “But you’ll at least be able to hear it in a bit. If Ghost behaves.”

Like digging spurs into a horse’s flank, this urged Ghost to move, quickly lifting that pretty ass of his up. König’s cast bumped against his left hip as they seemed to try to take hold of him and they grunted, letting their hand drop as he lowered back down again. Their good hand firmed on his shoulder as he started moving up and down while their eyes stayed glued between them, watching his ass on their cock.

Soap chewed his lip as he watched the same, from a less pleasurable angle. Not that he didn’t know exactly how good it looked. This was one of Ghost’s favorite positions. He loved to do all the work sometimes, but still have his hair in grabbing range, so he knew who was in control. Speaking of…

“Pull his hair,” Soap said, “He loves that.”

König’s hand slid up Ghost’s neck to his hair, fingers threading through his short locks and gripped a fistful of it. They pulled hard, yanking his head back and Ghost moaned as his back arched. He moved quicker, pretty well bouncing on König’s cock now and König’s hips twitched up like they wanted to meet him halfway, but they made themself stay still.

Soap watched intently as the two of them got worked up. Their breathing got heavy and they groaned roughly. Ghost started to sweat, his flexing muscles glistening and König’s not broken fingers clenched at the bedsheets as their hips flexed upward. Soap could practically see their body winding up with their impending orgasm. Then they tensed, groaning lowly and Soap whistled sharply.

Ghost froze halfway up their cock, halting all movement except for his heaving chest and his trembling legs. König whined a little and let go of Ghost’s hair, but stayed still and patient. Soap stepped out of his shoes.

“Sit,” he ordered as he moved toward the bed.

Ghost sat his ass back down snug in König’s lap.

“Good boy,” Soap praised, patting his head, “Ready for your treat?”

“Yes, sir,” Ghost mumbled, pushing his head into Soap’s hand, “Please.”

“I have also been good,” König pointed out, huffing a little.

“And you’ll get to come in his pretty arse, don’t worry,” Soap assured, chuckling.

He patted Ghost again and then slipped off his mask. Simon just looked at him, eyes dark and lidded, filled with lust and affection. Johnny kissed him gently then moved toward the headboard as he unfastened his belt. König glanced over, watching him get out the dick he’d stashed and attach it to his harness as they rubbed their hand up and down Simon’s back.

“He can swallow that?” They prompted a bit dubiously.

“And more,” Johnny snorted, “Like I said, he’s cock hungry on both ends. Aren’t you, Si?”

“Yes, sir,” Simon agreed.

“He’s such a good boy for you,” König commented.

A shiver went through Simon and Johnny smirked as he moved around to climb up with them, straddling König’s legs, careful with the cast on the right side.

“You like König calling you a good boy?” He teased as he shifted toward Simon.

“No, fuck them,” Simon grumbled, “I’m not a good boy for them.”

“Certainly not,” König snorted.

“No, you just like that you’re bein’ so good for me, don’t you?” Johnny mused as he took Simon’s scarred face in his hands.

“Yes, sir,” Simon mumbled.

“Such a good boy,” Johnny praised breathlessly, brushing his thumbs over his cheekbones, “Such a sweet, pretty boy too.”

Simon huffed and blushed, face heating under Johnny’s hands and eyes darting away. Oh, he was so adorable, so gorgeous. Johnny was utterly smitten. He leaned in to kiss him again, lingering a little and nipping at his lip before pulling back and guiding his head down.

Simon, as always, eagerly took Johnny’s cock into his mouth, pushing forward immediately to take as much as he could before choking. König grunted and gripped his hip as he slid up their cock to get more of Johnny’s down his throat. He gagged wetly on it and Johnny gripped at his hair as he flushed hotly.

“Fuck, you’re such a messy little cocksucker,” he groaned, “Alright, c’mon, don’t play with your food.”

He tugged Simon’s hair and Simon moaned as he pulled back. He rocked back onto König’s cock as he pulled back from Johnny’s and then rocked back forward again and repeated this a few times, getting used to it. Drool and tears dripped from his face already and he looked absolutely gorgeous between them. Exactly as gorgeous as Johnny thought he would.

Simon started moving quicker before either of them could get really impatient and Johnny pried his eyes off his stunning face to gaze up at König. Their eyes were closed, eyebrows pinched together and their chest was heaving with their panting. Their hand was tight on Simon’s hip and they were twitching and flexing, obviously struggling to stay still. They were quite the sight themself, looking so delightfully desperate. Johnny looked back at Simon.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, scratching at the back of his head.

Simon immediately shoved his hand between his legs and Johnny couldn’t see it, but he knew that desperate, shaky way he jerked himself off all too well now, after near three months of fucking like rabbits. Johnny moaned softly, shuddering under the overwhelming sights and sensations. God, it was bloody hot in there. He shifted his hand down to palm at himself around the harness, releasing the pressure there as he watched Simon crying and choking on his cock. He glanced up to see König was tensing up again and looked back at Simon.

“That’s a good boy,” he praised breathlessly, “Come on and come for me, Si.”

Simon shuddered and obeyed, jolting to a halt and groaning as he came for Johnny. König jerked, hips snapping up as they moaned and Simon shuddered again. Johnny pushed Simon off his cock gently and held his head up while he coughed and panted heavily. Johnny took a few shaky breaths, calming himself a little while the other two settled down. Then he dropped Simon’s head to grip his shoulders and push him back, leaning him back against König who wrapped their arms around him and buried their face in his shoulder.

Johnny replaced Simon’s mask and slipped off the bed to drop his jeans and unhook his harness, putting it down. Then he grabbed the waiting rag to wipe the come off Ghost and König, as well as he could with it already setting into König’s sweats. He prodded the two of them to lay down flat after that then turned out the light before crawling in after them. Ghost pulled him to his chest immediately, squeezing him close and nuzzling into his head. Soap smiled and rubbed his back.

“Should I go?” König asked softly.

“You leave this bed, I will drag you back and handcuff you to it,” Ghost grumbled tiredly.

König let out an amused puff of breath.

“I suppose I’ll stay then,” they murmured.

“Aye, sounds good to me,” Soap agreed, reaching out to tug their shirt.

König shifted closer, pressing their side against Ghost’s back and accepted Soap’s hand laying on their belly. Their hand touched his wrist and they laughed lightly.

“That was normal,” they said.

“It’s been known to happen,” Ghost snorted.

“Not to me,” König admitted quietly.

Soap lifted his head in concern.

“You alright, König?” He prompted gently.

“Oh, yes, I’m very good,” König assured, squeezing his wrist lightly, “Thank you for inviting me here…You two could call me Mika though, if you wanted.”

Ghost shifted, head moving just barely like he was glancing back at them. He settled back further against them and pulled Soap close again, squeezing him anxiously as he cleared his throat. Soap smiled lightly.

“Okay, I’m…I’m Simon then,” Ghost said.

“And I’m John,” Soap offered.

“Good night, Simon and John,” Mika murmured.

“Good night, Mika.”