A/N: So... This is one that a lot of people have been asking for. Yes, I finally got around to doing it. Chain of command be damned, Ghost is in charge this time. I found a Nazi/Uniform thread on 4Chan's Yaoi gallery and listened to various "fuck" songs (mostly "I Get Off" by Halestorm) and I have to admit... I gave myself a little bit of a nosebleed. .o.

duvalia: You know my stipulations for borrowing characters and/or scenarios. Just gimme a heads up and credit and send me a link. :D I'm glad I could be an inspiration to you. I often find myself bouncing between Innocent!Roach and Jaded!Roach, just because I feel his nonchalantness could be from either side.

PhonyPrincess: Haha. I tore my hair out trying to find a "stripper song" that I could tolerate and could inspire me. A lot of good stripper songs are rap-type songs, and I'm not a huge fan of listening to "Fuck a hoe, beat her boyfriend, shoot up her neighborhood, smoke crack, repeat" for the several hours it takes me to write and edit a story. -_-' Glitch Mob is my exception. XD This one, unfortunately, lacks warm fuzziness, but it has a whole lot of mansex. :D

xGhostxStealth: Haha. I walk quiet without realizing I do it. Bells, dog tags, combat boots... I've found ways around all of them. XD We all want to be in the Task Force... Heheh... And I think I might ask Ameij to do pictures of THIS chapter first... -shudderdrool-

Deliciously: I'm thinking about working another threesome scenario in. It just takes time and lately my Muse has been doing shots of Stoli and telling me to find inspiration on various image boards (thank God for /y/ and /cm/ amirite? XD) Don't worry. I have a few ideas in the works. I'm glad you like the stories, and vocal readers are my favorites. ;)

GrassWing-TreeTail: Pfft. I wanna know where I can get pictures like that. XD I'm glad you liked it.

Space Lion: I won't post an update unless I'm happy with it. Well, as long as it doesn't make me vomit in my mouth. XD At the risk of sounding conceited, I'm very good at writing. But I've worked diligently and obsessively over my stories to get to this point. I love Kira and Stray, and they'll make plenty of appearances. And Ameij and I do quite a bit of linking back and forth if you think about it... But I'm glad you like my stories and Ameij's arts. :D

MissPumpkinHead: I definitely noticed your absence, lol. I understand the whole obsession thing. I have lately been neglecting writing stuff because my brother bought Red Dead Redemption and I wanna beat the story line. XD I enjoyed writing all of my chapters, and I'm glad you love all of them so much. I love Roach too, so don't feel bad. I seriously was just as pissed when they killed Roach as I was when they killed Ghost. Don't worry about offending me with the Stray thing. I've dealt with Trolls and Yaoi-Haters and Flamers who tell me I should die in a hole, amongst many other things. This is your honest opinion and I appreciate it. I get the same way sometimes when it comes to certain characters, so I understand you completely. We all have our opinions on things, and, at the risk of sounding incredibly rude and callous (even thought that's not my intention) there will be more Roach/Stray, just because I like playing with their relationship and exploring their interactions. At any rate, I'm really, really glad you're enjoying thhem. I'm also very, very glad you're back. :)

ShueSky: I'm glad you liked all of the chapters. Few things make me happier than reading awesome reviews. :3 And not all of my OC's are lovable. o.O I think I might introduce a RAGE!OC sometime soon, just so you guys have a character of my creation to HATE. For no reason whatsoever. XD And I seriously think there was a resemblance between Till and Soap in that music video. I was watching it in the office and I had to pause it to answer the phone and I paused it at the perfect time and I was just like "OH MAH GAWWW!" haha. I actually wish I could address every chapter, but I'm up past my bed-time (lol) and I have work in the morning, but if I don't update now, it'll never get done. Hope you enjoy this one and I look forward to more reviews from you. :)

Simon Riley had been threatened with Court Martial many times before, and he had a very serious understanding of the military courts. Of all the things he had nearly been charged with, mutiny was never one of them. Before, he had just never realized how someone could take matters into their own hands and throw out a centuries-old hierarchy just because they believed they could do things better. Now he was beginning to see how taking matters into your own hands could solve a whole slew of problems. He was beginning to realize that sometimes a changing of the guard was not only practical, but necessary.

To say he was ignoring Sheperd's speech was an understatement. He wasn't even sure what the General was on about. He just knew that it was a debriefing of their mission. The only one who really needed to listen was the one person he was staring at. Soap shifted, sighed, and re-crossed his arms over his chest. Ghost's eyes never left him. He could sense the staring, but he thought nothing of it. They had been too close to the enemy to utilize their more "creative" ways of blowing off steam. He chalked it up to nothing more than sexual frustration.

Riley shifted his weight from one foot to the other and bit his lower lip behind his mask. This debriefing could not end soon enough for him. He had a plan and he knew that it would work. He just needed the time to enact it.

John sighed and closed the folder up. He'd send it off to Sheperd after the weekend. He rubbed his eyes and turned the light off and closed the locked door behind him. He just wanted to go home to his apartment and get a little sleep. Maybe fuck Riley and get something to eat. Probably in that order too.

The drive home was a lot longer than he remembered it ever being before. It was dark and he was exhausted and looking forward to a big glass of Scotch when he finally made it home.

For once, it was waiting for him when he arrived.

"You look beat." Simon said nonchalantly.

"Paperwork."

Simon made a clucking noise with his tongue before he snapped his teeth together with an audible snap.

"Something bothering you?" John asked.

"Sexual frustration." He was again very casual about his response. This was enough to make MacTavish suspicious, but, then again, he was a bit frustrated himself. He sipped at the scotch and wished for the umpteenth time that night that he had someone else who could do the paperwork for him. Roach would do anything that would get him a pat on the back, but that would just be exploiting the Sergeant.

The empty glass soon disappeared from his hand and was set on the table. He looked up with tired eyes and he recognized the look that Riley was giving him. He felt himself smile and he followed the Lieutenant to the bedroom. He was surprised when he was pushed to the bed, but he allowed it for the moment.

"You're tense." Ghost murmured disapprovingly.

"It happens." Soap shrugged.

Simon smirked and kissed down the Captain's neck, slid his hands under the olive green fabric of his shirt, whispered that he should just learn to relax. Soap snorted some kind of answer, but Simon ignored it and slowly started to push John's shirt up. He reached for the most important implement for his little game while his lover was distracted.

He wrapped a cold cuff around Soap's left wrist and whispered, "Let's play a game," before he pushed the shirt over his Commander's head, using the unique position of their hands and bodies to cuff MacTavish's hands around one of the bars in the carved wooden headboard.

"What in the hell is this?" John demanded. His only response was a smirk. Simon's fingers skipped over his skin and his blue eyes looked cooler than normal and seemed to be illuminated by lust and a sudden urge to dominate.

"Simon." John tried again. He was again met with silence. He was vaguely aware that there was some kind of music playing in the background, but he was a little more concerned over the fact that Simon was straddling him while he was (helplessly) cuffed to the bedpost. He wondered for a moment if this kind of adrenaline- and lust-spiked fear coupled with an unnameable wanting was what Riley felt when he was in this position. He'd have to ask that question later when he was capable of rational and coherent thought.

Ghost knew exactly what he was doing. He'd seen that thoughtful and calculating look in the icy blue eyes he'd learned to read so well, and he knew that he wouldn't tolerate that. He left a trail of dark purple hickeys and bright red bite marks down Soap's neck, shoulders, chest, stomach. He was going to take control of this situation and he was going to show John just how it felt to be on the receiving end of things.

"You should learn to let someone else do the work for once." Riley murmured. He pulled his own shirt up and over his head and tossed it to the side. He could see the Captain pulling against his restraints, but it would do him no good. Simon wouldn't let all of his hard work go to waste over something as silly as his lover managing to break free. He made a noise of disapproval and murmured that he should stop fighting it.

Simon's fingers slowly trailed over John's skin, as if he were looking for a detail he had forgotten to memorize. He found none matching that criteria and he unbuttoned MacTavish's pants before he slowly slid the zipper down, one agonizing click at a time. John never realized how many teeth the goddamned zipper had until he had to wait for them to be undone one at a time. It was a power show, and if he had been really paying attention to Simon's strategy instead of how much he just wanted to fuck, he probably would have been indignant and he would have tried doing something about it. But as it stood, he was just waiting anxiously for Riley's next move.

Ghost was well aware of what it was he was doing. He wanted to drag this out for as long as he could. He wanted to see Soap frazzled and needy and close to his breaking point before they even got started. So far he was doing a damn good job. His Captain was hard and squirming more than ever, though this kind of squirming was the kind that demanded attention instead of promising escape. Riley's plans didn't change. He was going to be in control of this situation from start to finish. He was going to prove a point.

John bit his tongue as his clothing was removed, slowly, deliberately, and cold air spread quickly across his super-heated skin. He was, at that moment, reduced to a squirming, writing mess of ignored wants and needs. He hissed when he felt teeth dig into his shoulder, and the hiss became a growl when Riley forced a spit-slicked finger into his Commanding Officer. Ghost smirked to himself and licked over the deep indentations his teeth had left.

The first finger was uncomfortable and strange. The second was irritating and nearly painful. Or at least those were the observations John made before Riley teasingly flicked his prostate. That made him wonder what pain was and if he had ever really experienced anything unpleasant. Simon was enjoying just watching the flickers of pleasure dancing behind pale blue eyes, he enjoyed knowing that every pant and gasp was because of him.

But he couldn't let Soap have all the fun...

The Captain groaned when the XO forced his way into him. There was a pause that spanned the space of a breath, the distance between one inhale and the next, and then the movement started. Riley's hips hit Soap's and he panted heavily. He could understand why John liked to be dominant now. The steady clench and release of muscles around his enveloped erection was going to be his undoing. Below, John was having a similar revelation, one where the slide, the friction, the press, the strange and wonderful new sensation of being filled consumed everything and demanded all of his attention. Riley hit that spot, the one that seemed to make reality a dream and he ground his hips against Simon and arched his back. Now he understood why Ghost shifted and squirmed and shuddered. It was difficult to avoid.

Simon suddenly knew why the pace quickened like it did. The simple fact of the matter was that he needed to feel more. The squeeze and the slide... His labored breathing mixed with the Captain's and he had the sudden urge to bite, to dig his teeth into the sweat-slicked skin that teased him just below. He threw his hips violently forward and sunk his teeth into the hyper-sensitive skin on the side of John's neck. There was a noise that could have been either a startled gasp or a strangled moan that force it's way past Soap's lips, and Riley knew he would remember that sound.

Ghost could feel the pressure of his climax building. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before there was no more playing at dominance and no turning back. The pressure was building, the pleasure was rising, and he could feel the similar reactions in Soap. In a snow of what Simon could only call "animalistic affection", he licked the side of John's neck and nipped gently at his lower lip. His Captain responded by bucking his hips and biting at the side of the Lieutenant's neck with enough force to bruise. Riley snapped his teeth in irritation(1) and threw his hips forward again with more force than was absolutely necessary.

It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours that passed from that moment to a shared climax, the final moment of their role reversal, the moment John felt Simon burst within him, and neither could say for certain the time frame. Simon unlocked the handcuffs and dropped onto the mattress, exhausted and satisfied. John rubbed at the bruises that were forming around his wrists and closed his eyes.

"How long did you plan this?" MacTavish asked.

"Few weeks." Riley yawned.

"It was...Fun."

"Glad you enjoyed it, because I doubt this'll be the last time I decide a change in pace is overdue." There was a degree of finality and dominance in the statement and John laughed quietly to himself. Better to have a rebellious lover than a spineless one...

(1): I know I've mentioned various characters snapping their teeth. This is something I do, actually. If someone says/does something that irritates me, I snap my teeth together. It's an odd habit and I'm not sure when/why I started, but I've noticed that gnashing your teeth and growling at people when they do something stupid is a pretty damn good deterrent, haha.