Ghost was woken by the annoying noise the alarm clock was making; he tried shutting it up, but his arm was trapped under a bug. He couldn't help but smile; he looked down and saw Roach asleep, he looked so peaceful and calm, which soon ended when Roach's eyes flicked open and he slammed down a hand on the alarm clock, silencing it. Ghost just laughed, "Not a morning person, bug?"

Roach just looked at Ghost and grunted.

"Take that as a no."

Again, all Ghost got back was a grunt, as Roach pulled himself closer to Ghost.

Roach was soon wide awake when Ghost somehow quickly moved, ending with Ghost pressing him into the mattress with his body. Ghost took quick possession of Roach's mouth, their tongues, once again, moved together. Roach ran his hands through Ghost's hair, pulling it slightly. Ghost kissed up Roach's jaw line, going down his neck, leaving soft, metallic kisses. Roach couldn't help the small moan that escaped his lips as Ghost went lower and lower. He dragged his nails down Roach's chest, following the kisses.

"Oh God! Please, Ghost!"

Ghost stopped and Roach felt the disappointment fill his body. "No." He sounded needy, but he didn't care; for once, no one was interrupting them, "Why are you stopping?"

Ghost said, in a low, deep voice, "Call...Me...Simon." speaking each word slower.

The words made something deep within Roach's belly twist, making him feel all the muscles cry out for Ghost's touch.

Ghost continued kissing downward, making each kiss more tantalizing than the last. Roach couldn't stop his hips from moving. Ghost ran his index finger along Roach's happy trail, reaching his boxers and starting to pulled them down. He tossed them to the floor and starting kissing up Roach's inner thigh. Roach could feel him getting closer and closer; Roach just wanted him to get there. The pleasure ran all through his body.

"God! Simon! Yes!"

Ghost finally reached his destination, and licked up Roach's erection; soon, Roach was engulfed in Ghost's mouth.

"Simon..." Roach was digging his nails into the bed covers, as he felt Ghost take over. He could feel Ghost's tongue flicker. He was building and was so close. Sooner than he wanted, he was reached his climax, crying out, feeling like his body was breaking as he lay there, in a complete daze.

Roach was breathless as he lay there, "Fuck me." he muttered, trying to get his breath back.

"I think I just did."

Roach curiously turned to Ghost, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

Roach looked down to Ghost's erection, then back up.

Ghost kissed Roach, "Don't worry about me, I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to."

"Ghost, it's just, I don't know if I can."

"Roach, it's fine, really, but if you don't mind, I'm going to the bathroom."

Roach lay in bed, he hated this. He just didn't want to be crap. Ghost had proven that he is very talented and Roach has never done anything like this before. 'At the same time though, I don't even know if Ghost has been with a guy before, because he won't tell me. He's so frustrating sometimes, but I know he just doesn't want to upset me.'

Roach came up with a great idea and quickly got dressed. He left before Ghost returned. He got in one of the SUVs and drove quickly to the closest town.

Roach got everything he wanted and headed back to the car, taking a shortcut down an alley. It took Roach about four hours to get here, thankfully there was no traffic. It was 10 AM and it was weird; the place was really quiet. He heard laughing not too far away, and to Roach, it sounded as if they were drunk. 'Weird.' was all Roach could think. Shortly after hearing the laughter, five lads came around the corner; they looked as if they were in their early twenties. Roach walked passed them and something seemed off. He felt as if he knew one of them. He just couldn't shake the strange feeling. Before he knew it, he was being spun around and punched in the face. He felt his head smash into the concrete ground, as pain pulsed through his head.

He held his head as he tried looking at his attacker, shock mixed with anger ran through him. Roach got up and threw a punch at the guy's face, knowing he'd block it. He then punched the guy in the chest, the man held his upper body, groaning in pain. Someone grabbed Roach's short hair, pulled it and smashed his head against the brick wall. Roach closed his eyes, feeling the agonizing pain in his head, which was taking the fight out of him. He tried getting up, but another lad threw a punch, and while he was down, kicked him in the stomach.

"Fucking little fag." One said, while they walked away.

Roach rolled onto his back, looking up at the sky, "Fuck this shit, man." His ribs hissed with pain as he spoke. He felt, gingerly, making sure no ribs were broken. Roach got up and made his way back to the car. He quickly jumped in and stared out the front window. He had been through worse, a lot fucking worse, so it wasn't the pain that bothered him. He knew he'd have to get his head checked out, but to be honest, the guys weren't strong enough to do any real damage. There was just too fucking many of them; five against one. Yes, he was part of the 141, but it was a surprise, and the first fucking thing they go for is his head. Roach was annoyed because he knew perfectly well the reason they beat him up. He could feel the anger building inside him, and he slammed his fist on the wheel, "I'm not a fucking fag!" He didn't want to cry, he was sick of it. He cried so much lately, for once he just didn't want to let all the shit get to him. He sunk down in his seat and the words left, ever so quietly, sounding so sad and regretful, "I'm not."

Roach closed his eyes, 'How the fuck am I supposed to go back to base like this? What the fuck is Ghost going to think? Oh, crap, Ghost! He'll make it his fucking life's mission to find the guy and kill him!'

Roach was so withdrawn into himself that he jumped a mile from someone knocking on his window. 'Come on, Roach! You're supposed to be a hardened soldier.' He wondered who the hell it could be, and was shocked as hell to see a girl standing there. She looked to be about 15 or 16, he couldn't really tell. She had bright blue eyes that looked so innocent, but knowledgeable; soft features; and a sweet smile. He rolled down his window, "Hello." He couldn't help the confusion in his voice.

"Hey." Her voice was soft and delicate, "You forgot your bag."

Roach's eyes went wide. 'Crap, this girl must have seen! Shit.' "Thanks."

She looked at the ground, then back to Roach. When she looked back up, he couldn't notice how sad she looked. "Those guys are assholes." The word didn't seem right coming out of her mouth; she seemed too innocent to be tainted with words like that.

"Yeah. How much did you see?"

"They beat up my brother for being gay." She didn't answer Roach's question, but his mouth fell open; how did she know?

"I looked in the bag, sorry." She answered his unsaid question and he just nodded.

She looked so sad, so lost, Roach couldn't help, but she looked like she was about to cry, "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head, "Yeah. You're okay, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"It's just what happened, and everything."

"Those guys are just twats."

She laughed, and soon went serious again, "It's just, I saw you yell at your steering wheel."

Roach laughed, "Yeah, it just something to...I don't know."

This made the girl laugh, but soon they heard some frantic woman yelling. The girl turned her head and said goodbye, Roach guessed it was her mother yelling.

Roach finally set off, getting ready to face Ghost. He knew it would have to happen sometime, and he couldn't hold it off forever. When he parked the car at the base, he quickly looked in the mirror. He had some bruising on his left cheek and eye. Ghost wasn't going to be able to see his ribs and the huge bruise on his left hip where the guy kicked him. He took a deep breath, readying himself. He knew, for a fact, he was going to get yelled at. He looked at the clock on the dashboard to see it was 12:15 PM, so most people would be having lunch; hopefully, he could just run to his room without being caught.

Roach looked around and saw that nobody was there; he quickly grabbed the bag and ran, well as best he could without hurting his ribs. When he got in the door, he ran to his room, quickly closing the door, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes and sliding down the door. 'Safe, at last.'

"What the fuck has happened to you?"

Roach's eyes shot open and saw Ghost standing there, in disbelief. Roach jumped up and Ghost pinned him against the door, holding Roach's hands at the side of him. Roach tried to get free, but fuck! Ghost really had him pinned down. Ghost spoke between gritted teeth, "Roach...tell me."

How could Roach tell him? He looked so pissed already, it would take him over the edge, if he found out.

"Ghost, you need to calm down."

Ghost just laughed sarcastically and mimicked Roach's calm tone, "Tell me what the fuck has happened to you. Now."

Roach took a deep breath, Ghost wasn't going to calm down. Roach just had to tell him, "Some guys punched me."

Ghost just took a step back, with a quizzical look. Well, Roach wasn't expecting that, at all.

"So, let me get this right. A hard ass soldier, one of the best, I might add, gets his ass kicked by some dickhead."

Roach thought about that for a minute, "There were five of them, by the way." He didn't know what else to say; Ghost wasn't mad, maybe that's because he doesn't know who it was. 'This was good, just tell him that, then he won't know and he can, well, just make fun of me. Great.'

Ghost noticed something that pulled his attention away from Roach's face, "What's in the bag?"

Panic rose in Roach, and he quickly shoves the bag behind him, "Nothing."

Ghost tilted his head to one side and smiled such a shy smile. 'That smile. In all my days, I've never seen that smile before. It's cute. Oh my God, Ghost cute? Who would have thought?' Roach just couldn't help but look at Ghost's smile, he tried reach for the door handle to run. Did he really want to run with what was actually in the bag?

"What's in the bag, Roach?"

Before Roach knew what had happen, Ghost had grabbed the bag and ran out the room, "Fuck!"