A/N: So, after writing this and reviewing it before publishing, I realized that I gave Stray an Irish accent in this one, while in the other ones I didn't really give him much of an accent at all. I think he's hotter this way though. XD Yet another sudden update, yes, I know. I took a bunch of different ideas from my faithful readers that were left both in my reviews and on DeviantArt. This incorporates more Roach/Stray, those pictures Kira got, and Roach's crush on Soap. :3 Enjoy.

WhiteNoseHound: Thank you. Though I have to tell you that getting to this point to a lot of work. I can't even count how many stories I scrapped because they were hideous, awkward abominations. XP I'm glad you're enjoying these works though.

PhonyPrincess: I dated a guy that knew I wrote slash... He made fun of me for it. Bastard... ANYWAY! References to Roach's Soap obsession here. :3

ameij: klsidrjowiejaksoijwetrlaknsd;oijnbklnatrij. :D I love you. That one was actually counting towards my personal challenge. I want to have one story in each of my collections that have no dialogue whatsoever. That one just seemed to flow better without words. Just like I feel this one goes better beng choppy. :3

duvalia: By all means, borrow the Soap ideas. :3 I kind of like the idea of him being obsessive compulsive anyway. It was kind of a throw-back to the "Cabin Fever" chapter when Soap is cleaning his gun again and again and again and again and... Well, you get it. X) There's nothing spastic or ineloquent about your reviews, not in the slightest! Even if they were, I would still love them.

xGhostxStealth: I really wanted to explore the fluffy side of their relationship, and I'm glad I pulled it off. :) Truth be told, I walk very, very quietly. So quitely, in fact, one of my boyfriends bought me a cat bell for Christmas and made me attach it to my bracelet so he could hear me sneaking up behind him. No lie, it didn't work. XD

RainbowIceberg: Haha. I'm glad you're enjoying your mental scarring, haha. I've been writing slash for so long, I can't even look at something initially without looking for a slash pairing in it. XD

Click.

Gary lazily opened one eye and looked around the room. It was still dark and, according to the clock, only six in the morning. But he could have sworn he heard something; the sound of an intruder perhaps... He shrugged it off and closed his eyes again.

Clickclick.

He opened both eyes and looked around.

"'Lex, you hear that?" He asked quietly, sleepily.

"I don't 'ear anythin'. Go back to sleep." Alex's arms tightened around Gary's waist and pulled the American Sergeant's back flush to his chest.

"Alex, I'm not hearing things.

Kennedy smiled and nuzzled the side of Sanderson's neck before he ordered his partner to sleep. Gary reluctantly obeyed and allowed his eyes to slide closed.

The spray of water was hot and refreshing. He wasn't necessarily a fan of the open shower arrangements, but dealt with it. Hands settled on his hips and pulled them back to meet a similar pair of lithe, angular hips. He smiled to himself and he felt lips skim over the shell of his ear and down the side of his neck and over his shoulders.

Click.

"Alex, did you hear that?"

"I think you need to go back an' get your head checked again." Alex purred.

Gary smiled and reached behind him to tangle his fingers in Alex's dark brown curls. The water slid over their skin and Gary shuddered as his Irish lover whispered dirty things and sent his blood straight south. He pressed closer and focused on the slide of breath over his skin and the scrape of nails on his hips and he tried to breathe evently.

"Dammit, Kennedy." Sanderson moaned.

Alex told him to shut up and kissed the American harder, slammed him against the wall and crashed their hips together. Gary felt the bruises forming and didn't care. Alex hummed and slid his fingertips under Gary's shirt, dips and whorls skimming over smooth skin and taut muscles.

Click.

"Please tell me you heard that?" Gary moaned.

"You're stressed. Lemme handle that for you." Alex slid a hand down the front of Gary's pants and proceeded to assault him in the hallway. Gary gasped and arched into the touch, throwing his hips into Alex's grip. He needed more.

"Hello?"

"Liana? It's Kira."

"Hey, Rah. What's up?"

"Meet me at the chemist's in twenty minutes."

"Why? Kira, are you prego?"

"What? No! I got a package today from Simon. Four rolls of undeveloped film. Should be ready in twenty..."

"Fuck that. I'll be at your place in five."

They waited and gossiped impatiently while the films were developed.

"How much?" Kira asked when the film technician turned around. Liana pushed Kira to the side, dropped thirty pounds on the counter and pulled her friend outside and back to the MacTavish mansion.

"Who's who?" Liana demanded.

They had dumped the pictures on Kira's kitchen table and were sifting through them, beers in hand. The picture Liana held in her perfectly manicured hand was one of the two curled around each other in bed.

"Okay, the one with the curly hair? That's Alexander Kennedy. That's the friend's brother. The other one is Gary Sanderson."

The next few pictures showed the two standing in the shower, naked, pressed against each other, hands in compromising places and lips in the sensitve ones. The two in the hallway, slammed against the walls, hands everywhere. Next were pictures of the two napping in the sunshine, Gary's head on Alex's chest.

Gary dripping wet with only a towel draped over his head as he dried the water off. Alex's back as he pulled the shirt over his head. Roach and Stray stretched on a faded and worn couch, looking more asleep than anything else.

"How were these pictures taken?" Liana asked.

"Simon. Don't ask. He's ridiculous..."

"So he pulled all this off without getting caught?"

"Well, according to the letter in the box, Gary caught on at the very end."

"Alex didn't?"

"He was in on it the whole time." Ghost said smugly. He was leaning against John's desk, the Captain attempting to hide a smile behind a stoic expression.

"What... What was the point of them if you were just going to get rid of them?" Roach demanded.

Ghost looked over his shoulder at Soap, who only shrugged.

"They were a birthday gift." Ghost shrugged.

"A birthday gift? For who?" Roach was now fairly certain they were just messing with him.

"My sister."

"Your... You have a sister?" Gary was now, as usual, distracted aburptly and probably irreversably.

"Older sister." Simon smirked under his mask.

"Twin sister." John corrected.

"Whatever." Ghost shrugged.

Roach muttered something under his breath and stormed out of the Captain's room. Stray was sitting in the middle of Gary's bed with a smile that swore mischief and demanded attention.

"What is it?" Gary asked warily.

Alex's smile grew wider and he reached under his American lover's pillow and pulled out a manila envelope.

"Remember that little crush of yours on Captain MacTavish? And the small one on Ghost?" Stray asked innocently.

"Shut up and drop it, Kennedy." Gary warned.

"Hey, I happened to do you a favor! I told Simon those pictures of you and me would never happen. Unless he did something for me in return."

"What did you do?"

"Oh, now you're interested." Alex faked a hurt expression.

"Alexander Rhys Kennedy. What is in the folder?"

The sergeant under scrutiny stuck his hand in the folder and removed a stack of pictures secured to one another via orange rubber band and threw them to his scrutinizer. Gary looked at the first picture and his eyes widened.

"How the fuck did you get these?" Roach demanded. He walked over to the bed and dropped bonelessly next to the Irishman.

"I have my ways. The sixth one in that stack is one of my favorites."

Gary flipped to the sixth picture and swallowed hard. Ghost had his knees hooked around one of the pullup bars and was hanging upside down. Soap stood under him, connected at the lips.

"Check out this one." Stray pulled a photo from the bottom of the stack and brought it to Roach's attention.

"Oh fuck." Gary breathed. Ghost had his hands cuffed above his head and to the headboard of the bed. It looked like there was a dog collar around his neck and there was definitely a blindfold over his eyes.

"Does little Gary like the pictures?"

Sanderson nodded and continued flipping throug the pictures.

"Hope you know you owe me for these pictures." Alex purred. He wrapped his arms around Gary's shoulders and leaned against his back.

"Owe you how?"

"Well a guy has to deal with a lot of unresolved sexual tension to get photos like that."

"And you want me to do something about that?"

"You guessed it."

Gary smiled and carefully put the pictures back in their nifty manila envelope and placed them gently on the nightstand. Those definitely made his day. He turned to Alex and promised to make the Irishman's night in return.

A/N2: For those of you you haven't guessed it, Liana is Kira's friend from "Birthday Tease" that used the "screen name" GMRmx, which (trivia point) is my short hand for "Glitch Mob Remix", considering I love Glitch Mob's work and I was listening to "All The Cash" remix to set the mood for Sexy!Ghost. Also! I tried to keep in touch with the whole UK slang (chemist instead of pharmacist), but whatevsies. Hey look! A disclaimer!

DISCLAIMER: Soap, Ghost, and Roach do not belong to me. Kira, Liana, and Stray are mine however, and I'd be willing to lend them out to you, as long as you ask first and you're willing to pay the price. ...Not that they're my hoes in my/their spare time or anything... Uh... Yeah... Um... This is awkward... I'll just be going... DAMMIT ALEX! PUT THE CORSET BACK THE FUCK ON! I SWEAR TO GOD! XD