Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty, it belongs to Infinity Ward.

To luv: In my story MacTavish is fine with both man and woman, but he normally likes women more. But since Ghost offered to help him, he just thought 'why not?'

Chapter four - Repayment

Before the two of us could realize, we began to get even more closer to each other. We would hang out more often to talk about random, silly things. Usually when we met up before we would only talk about the missions or problems going on in the team. Our meetings at night have also increased and the time where his hands have completely healed came closer.

Our team threw a little surprise party for MacTavish, for his recovery. On that day we finally redeemed our freedom back because these past few weeks had been difficult on all of us. We took turns in writing those untouched and unfinished reports and paperwork that MacTavish left to pile up for a while in his office. Well it was actually an easy task because he dictated it and we wrote it out on the computer but it was too fucking long! Hell, he could have written a thick novel on a single report if he wanted to. All our fingers ached and we could only see black and white for a while after that long session of typing. But that wasn't all, we had to get, bring and carry things for him, clean his room and the most awkward one was feeding him in front of everyone, that was because the doctor said it was the suitable punishment for MacTavish from running away from him the other day. He was just plain embarrassed as he was fed by everyone. He glared at the ones who laughed at him but it didn't really help because it looked totally funny combined with his blushing red face, that was a must to be seen face he made. The doctor even took pictures of MacTavish. I can only imagine what lies in store for the helpless, pitiful Captain. He can't really defy the doctor, the man in white has psychic powers, making everyone obey him. The doctor is also one hell of a scary man.

Well back to the party. The guys bought some alcoholic drinks, from the weakest to the strongest ones, to celebrate. It was Saturday, so when we do get drunk, there would be no problem since the next day would be a Sunday and that's the only day where all of us could get some rest and relaxation. Everyone's siting in the mess hall having a fun time. We played some drinking games and talked about things here and there. After a while some mates returned to their rooms, noticing that they had taken enough in to their system making them a little tipsy. Only a couple of us stayed up until midnight. And then after a while we were narrowed down to only seven people, which were MacTavish, Roach, Worm, Meat, Royce, Archer and I.

The fun just started to begin. I have to admit we were all drunk, so we barely knew what we were doing. It was pretty crazy, we did all sorts of stuff and the most funniest one we did was a little talent contest show in which MacTavish and I were the judges. The rest of them were the participants. We set up a stage by connecting a few tables and we placed chairs in front of it for us, the audience, to take seat. The jury's table was placed behind the small crowd. We were all set up.

First up were the idiot trio, Worm, Meat and Royce with a comedic act. We laughed real hard, everything seems to be funny when you're drunk, even the corniest jokes made me laugh. They did their best to be funny. They started with an imitation of our mates from Ozone, Scarecrow and the others, making their way up to the high ranking ones like MacTavish and Shepherd. Next they talked about the pranks they recently did, like putting a spider in one of our arachnophobic mate's clothes, plugging the drinking faucet outside with dirt or scaring the shit out of others at night. Lastly they did a tragic-comedic act of a dying soldier, which turned out to be quite good.

Next in line was Archer with his singing. I had actually expected him to be a better singer than that or was it because of the alcohol? But anyway, what he did couldn't even be called singing, it was purely terrible, it seemed like he was tone deaf. My ears were traumatized thanks to him. Its not like I'm a good singer or anything. It was really out of this world horrible. The closest possible way of describing it, was like a five year old child, who still can't pronounce the words properly, screaming a song's lyrics with his hoarse voice after being sick for a week, but except Archer was far worse than that. Believe me, it was far worse. Just remembering that gives me goosebumps.

Last but not least was clumsy Roach. He sang and danced the song "Moves like Jagger", and I have to say he was amazing. His performance gave me a different view of him. That sly bastard is really talented. Even MacTavish's jaw dropped from the sudden surprise. Not only has he got a great singing voice but he could actually even dance to it. It wouldn't surprise me anymore if he could do everything involving the word talent.

MacTavish and I hardly needed to discuss who the winner would be. And you've guessed it, yes it was Roach, it was quite obvious. As for the prizes, MacTavish and I thought up of something. MacTavish gave him a normal beer bottle from one of the boxes and tied a ribbon on to it. (I still don't know where MacTavish stole that ribbon from, but it somehow looked very important.) And as for me, he received a piece of paper in which I wrote, saying: "First price goes to Gary Roach Sanderson. Congratulations, you won the drunk's talent show. Now you're a fairy." I seriously don't have a clue why I wrote that shit.

Roach was really happy to be the winner. He gave a small speech of thank you, then he jumped and danced around the mess hall like a kid and hugged everyone. But that was until he tripped and fell over his head. That just signalized for his nap time.

Worm and the others had decided to go to bed before they ended up like Roach. We went our separate ways. MacTavish and I were left to take care of this injured, drunken man. We carried Roach to his room and while on our way the kid mumbled something about not wanting to take a bath and he even called for his mommy. Ah, MacTavish and I had a great laugh. I thought about teasing him about this the next day. Don't misunderstand, I don't really hate Roach. Yes, he could be annoying at some times enough for me to want to punch him in the face and he gets MacTavish's attention every bloody time. But he is also a fun guy to be with. Maybe I should stop treating him like shit and give him a chance. Although it is way too tempting not to tease him. Well, I could always start to be kind to him the day after.

Once we brought Roach to his room and laid him down on his bed, we returned to the mess hall and rearranged the tables and chairs to their previous positions. We didn't plan to get scolded by someone for making a mess. By the time we finished up tidying, we were already sober. So the both of us decided to drink a few more shots before going to bed. We had a few small talks, and not before long we were walking past rooms in the hallway, making our way to our own cave, seeking comfort to our warm beds.

I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore so I looked back. He was standing in front of a door with his arms folded, he shifted his weight to his right side so that he was leaning against the door frame. Oh right, I completely forgot. That's his room.

"Good night..." I looked at my watch, it was already the three hundredth hour, give or take. "Or rather good morning, Captain." I said as I walked away and waved him goodbye.

I was suddenly surprised as I was grabbed by the collar of my shirt and was dragged inside his room. I was tossed to the bed and I heard the door clicking as he locked it.

He stared at me. "I told you I'll pay you back once my hands have healed. Don't just run away, or have you maybe forgotten?"

"No, I haven't. I just didn't expect it to be today."

"Seriously, I'm a man with word." He sighed and shook his head. "Lay down and make yourself feel comfortable."

I removed my shoes and did as I was told. His bed was soft and comfortable, now that I think about it, how come mine is hard to sleep in? I mean, we all have the same type of mattresses. All my thoughts have dissolved into thin air, by the small creaking sound the bed made as MacTavish sat down.

"You're not sleeping, are you?" He said as he leaned down to my face getting a closer look, but unfortunately there was nothing to see because my sunglasses and balaclava were in the way.

I removed them and placed it on top of the nightstand. "No, sir." I answered.

I heard MacTavish sigh again. What did I do? "You know me for a long time now. And I'm calling you with your name, so you can drop the sir or captain when formality is not needed, just call me MacTavish or John instead." I simply nodded. "Alright then." He clapped his hands. "Since that discussion is finished, let me start on repaying you back by pleasuring you."

He took off his shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor, he started kissing me from his position and after a while he slowly crawled on top of me. His hands were playing with my hair, his blue eyes locked on mine, our tongues entwined, playfully exploring each other's mouth. The taste of alcohol was still there, it felt like we were getting drunk all over again. He pulled back, stopping to take a breath. Then continued again, his hands have left its prior placement and now was travelling south. They slipped underneath my shirt, touching my raw flesh. Slowly he undressed me. He left my lips, proceeded to kiss the crook of my neck, nibbling on it; sucking and biting at my collarbone, licking and tracing my abdomens. I felt a strange sensation in my guts as he did that. With his fingers he played with the rim of my pants. He unbuttoned it and used his mouth to unzip it. He rubbed his thumb against my covered arousal and as he had enough of playing around, he took it out and held it in his hand. He closed his eyes and began sucking my full length. It felt marvelous. I reached for his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as the pleasure became unbearably good.

"MacTavish..." I called out after a while, trying to tell him I'm about to reach my limit. He paused for a second to look at me and give me a smirk. He licked it teasingly and started sucking again. Damn, he's really skillful with his tongue. I couldn't take it anymore and came in his mouth. He swallowed it in one gulp and wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He sat up and removed my pants and boxes completely. I was butt naked while he on the other hand had still his pants on. He moved up and started kissing me again. From the corner of my eye I could see his hand going through the drawer of his nightstand, searching for something. As the rustling noises faded, a small bottle of lotion was pulled out. Now that he found what he was looking for, he broke our kiss and positioned himself between my legs. I have a bad feeling about this. He poured a good amount of it on his fingers. He stared at me and licked his lips so daringly. No way, he's really going to do it! I took hold of his hand before he was able to put his fingers inside of me.

"Wait. Hold your horses there, MacTavish." I warned.

He looked at me confused. "What?"

"There's just no way you're going to fuck me." I said shaking my head. There's just no way. I'm not the type to enjoy being the bottom. I'm a sadist, for god's damn sake.

"So what do you want me to do? Should I let you fuck me instead?" I knew that he meant it to be a bad joke, but needless to say I still nodded. Making him laugh in the process.

"Oh come on, be a man and suck it up. It will only hurt for a moment." He said it with a reassuring tone, but there's no way that's true. He held my hand with his other so that he could continue. With the fast reflex I had, I grabbed his lubed hand with my other one. We were just holding each other up. "Come on, just try it. If it'll hurt I'll stop right away. But if you come to like it we'll go all the way. 'kay?" MacTavish placed his forehead on mine, staring at me straight into the eyes. It was hard to refuse, those crystal clear blue eyes were so hypnotizing that I almost agreed to his offer. I shook my head and sighed, so did he. I had expected there to be complications, since both he and I won't bow down to the other. The try was worth, at least I know that this type of relationship will never really work out with the two of us. Might as well give up.

He started frowning and had this hesitating expression in his face, which you'd rarely see. He thought for it a moment and he released my hand and sighed. "Fine, we'll have it your way. After all, I'm repaying you back." I was surprised, would he really go that far for his words? I cheered inwardly, there's nothing standing in our way. I tried to get up, however failed to do so as I was pushed back down. "Nonetheless, I'm still going to be on top, so just lay down there and let me do all the stuff."

He got off the bed and removed his pants along with his boxers and crawled back up and got on all fours in front of me. I observed him as he inserted his fingers inside of him, he looked wonderful. He averted his eyes as he felt my stare on him. His face flushed red as embarrassment filled him, as he did such a lewd thing in front of me. After deciding that he was well lubricated enough, he stopped and removed his fingers. He positioned himself above me and slowly but surely went down, so that I was inside of him. It was tight, warm and soft, it felt incredibly good, better than any women I had. He made a small pained expression and stopped moving after my full length was sheathed in him, he needed time to adjust, so I restrained myself from slamming into him and gave him that time. He placed his hands on my stomach for support and started moving up and down, first slowly and then he started picking up the right pace. I placed both my hands on his ass to help him. He panted and moaned sweet sounds, his saliva trickled from the corner of his lips and down to his chin. I could clearly see how he was devouring me and the lewd sounds that came as he moved just added to my pleasure.

He made an expression as though he was really enjoying it. So I couldn't help but tease him a little. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

It took some time before he finally replied. "It has a nice feeling, wanna perhaps switch places?" He said so tempting with a smirk.

I laughed. "I'd rather pass. But tell me, this isn't your first time, is it?"

MacTavish grinned. "Aye, good assessment. Let's just say teenagers can be so bloody stupid sometimes." He took a sharp breath and moaned a little. "Curiosity got the better of me."

I chuckled, so MacTavish was an adventurer in his teens. He also probably got his skill with the tongue at that time. I would have never expected that from him of all people. I always thought he was the type to just silently sit there and obediently do what he was told to or either be the rebellious type, yeah that would have actually fit him more.

MacTavish groaned, his voice becoming slightly higher in pitch. My attention was brought back to him. Now that I took a closer look at him, I could clearly see scars, in different shapes and sizes, all over his body. There were so many of them, scars that will never fade away, no matter how much time passes. Those deep scars that he took so much pride in, showing all his experience and toughness. The proof that he has survived and is still alive after so many encounters with death. Scars that keeps him reminded of those careless mistakes that he had done. And they are also scars that brings up the painful memories of those he couldn't save. This man covered in them is broken like I am, he has endured almost more than I have. But he always seems to succeed in putting up a tough face and never break down in front of his mates. He hasn't released his pain, hasn't shared it with anyone, hes carrying all of the burdens alone. The day will soon come when he finally breaks down if he continues to keep silent. I want to save him from that misery, I don't want him to go though the same thing I did.

"Ghost..." He whispered, leaning down to kiss me while trying to keep his movements intact. I kissed back and stared in his blue eyes. "Keep your focus only on me." He ordered with his husky voice. He probably noticed that my mind has been off to wonderland, but that doesn't change the fact that I was still thinking about him.

I cupped his cheek with my hand. "Your scar..." I said as I traced the scar on his eye with my thumb. He placed his hand above mine and hummed in question. "It suits you perfectly."

He chuckled a little. "I'm flattered, thank you." He did not consider it as an ugly mark, unlike all the other people view theirs. For him it was the exact opposite, he always claims it to be beautiful and boosting his sex appeal. Well, he probably meant to be sarcastic but I have to say it is very true. The scar makes him sexy.

I could feel him tighten a little around my member. He was coming closer to his climax. I pumped his erection and not before long he arched his back and came, making erotic sounds as he released his seeds. The tightness as he was coming felt so sweet and I too, reached my limit just seconds after he did and came inside him. He collapsed beside me. Both of us were trying to catch our breaths. We were sweating, sticky and tired. We could really use a shower right now.

"Hey, wanna take a shower?" He asked.

I smiled. "I was just going to ask the same thing. But I'm bloody tired to get up now."

He sat up and gave me an are-you-serious look. "But I'm sure you're not as tired as I am, so get your bloody ass up and let's go."

I sat up and scratched my head. "Are you sure about this? Going together, I mean, what if someone sees us?"

He stopped and thought about it for a second, his eyes wandering around the room. "Then we'll just say we did a quick exercise."

"Exercise? With our bodies smelling like sex." I questioned his reason, making him rethink about it.

He grinned mischievously. "Yeah, they'll believe me if I said exercise."

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So that was pretty much everything before our little relationship started.

A/N: So far the longest chapter of this story and this is the last chapter. I really wanted MacTavish and Ghost to fight over who's going to be the top. But as Ghost said in the first chapter he's the top. MacTavish's the bottom but a dominant one. I don't want him to turn into a girly one. So this was the best I could come up with, and I have to say I'm satisfied with the way I wrote it.

I will probably write an extra chapter of Roach and Soap. That is if I can think up of something by the end of next week. If not then I will simply mark it as completed!