A/N: I decided to do a little POV work and, as a result, this one was difficult for me to write. I threw my typical vernacular out and, to be honest, thsi chapter is dirty as hell. I hate to say it, but I'm a rather modest person, and I don't usually incorporate the words "dick" and "cock" into my stories when referring to anatomical bits, but this is Soap's point of view and I doubt he holds any such reservations on his verbage. XD I know this update is really overdue, but I've run into a few problems. I kinda broke my laptop (my hard drive is irreparably fucked) and I can't write at work because my manager has his head shoved so far up his ass he needs a glass stomach to see where he's going, so it's taking a little bit of time to get it up and running. Anyway... This one was really inspired by duvalia and her stories. The blow-job scene was inspired by her story "Role Reversal" and the gentleness on Soap's part was inspired by (and written to contrast) her story "Beautiful". If you're really curious to see what I mean, you'll find and read her stories and my work here is done. :D
xGhostxStealth: Just in case you didn't get enough smut, have some more. XD Thank you for the high praise. :3 I like to think that I can make even the dirty bits sound dignified. ;3
Aeta Ploka: D'awh, thank you. I'm working on increasing my nosebleed factor to astronomical proportions. :D I want to see massive blood-loss. XD
Shuskye: Haha. I think everyone deserves a chance at being on top. :D
duvalia: Well, consider Roach "exploited". :D And besides, everyone is awesome at their own thing.
PhonyPrincess: My co-workers have discovered that if it makes me smile, they shouldn't ask, shouldn't look over my shoulder, and certainly shouldn't ruin the calm in the middle of the bitch-storm. XD Well, okay, mostly my manager, but if I had a dollar for every time I told him to go fuck himself, I would be able to buy all three of the Firefly/Serenity related shirts I want right now. Lol. Roach/Soap, you say? Well, Roach isn't dominant, but he certainly is getting fucked good an' proper. :D
MissPumpkinHead: I happen to have a few small kinks when it comes to light bondage (handcuffs, tied to the bed post, etc.) and hence frequently use them in my stories. :3 Roach is getting exploited in this one as well, hence the title... Which actually looks like I just threw a bunch of words together... Ohwait I did. XD
RainbowIceburg: Ah, yes. "Build God, Then We'll Talk". I had a misguided boyfriend (well, two actually) who tried to serenade me to Panic! At The Disco songs... The one who got it right was the one who used Rob Zombie songs. XD You're welcome for the laugh. :3
Deviant-Jubilant: Don't worry about being a weirdo. Seriously. You can't be any stranger than me. -.o And I seriously agree that there are some things that are just hot for no serious reason. That's why I include details. They help out a lot. :D
GrassWing-TreeTail: When am I gonna do it again? Hmm... Dominant Ghost making a come-back? Yeah. Sure. I don't know when, but I really like the idea. Even moreso now that I have actually gotten it published. I think it's a lovely idea and there should be more of it. :3 I can't say for certain when it will be done again, but know that it will definitely be done again. And possibly longer. That one was just to get used to the idea of it all, you know? Testing the waters, as it were. :3 I'm glad you liked it.
I heard it said once, and probably by Price, that Probability is infinite. Chance represents the odds of an outcome when the infinite probability meets the more finite list of opportunities. Luck represents the odds of repeatedly finding yourself on the favorable side of chance.
I honestly consider myself to be a very lucky man. Not many people can claim they've dominated a predator. Few can honestly say they've taken one of the most dangerous men to flit between the shadows of this world and tuck him underneath them and make him an arching, moaning, sweat-slicked mess.
But it's always a fight; a perpetual struggle attached to fucking Riley. It's always fast, harsh, brutal, painful. But my luck stretches beyond just having Simon. I managed to find myself two predators.
Gary is most certainly a predator, but one who knows he's not the top of the food chain. He's willing to submit, willing to bend to a stronger predator, but without losing the edge that makes him a threat. That type of wary-yet-willing submission is hard to find and even harder to keep, and I somehow earned it unconditionally.
The funniest this about Roach is how submissive he is, and he still somehow has me by the balls. All it takes is one look from him and it's all I can do to keep from fucking him on Shepherd's debriefing desk. To use a phrase I've heard tossed around by many American drill instructors, he could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose (1), and he knew it, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.
We were sitting in some fast food restaurant when he first started abusing his power. For someone who preferred "exciting" ice cream flavors like pistachio and peach and double fudge, it seemed odd for him to order a plain vanilla milkshake. Until Chemo and Meat had distracted everyone by announcing they had made malted milkshakes, as in, milkshakes with malted liquor (2), and tore out into the children's playground. I suppose I should just be glad it was the wee hours of the morning and there were no children around to be traumatized by their full-scale war game. Gary sipped innocently at his milkshake for a moment before he gave me this look. I almost asked him what it meant, but he bobbed his head and made this obscene slurping noise and he smirked up at me. There was a thin white line of vanilla ice cream trailing down his lower lip and towards his chin and his tongue shot out and he licked it up.
I left the mess for Ghost to clean up, left him to get Chemo and Meat and Archer and Toad back to the base. He had a car...
There's a knock on the door; too light to be official, too heavy to be casual. I glance at my watch and take careful note of the time: 2145 (3). He's fifteen minutes early. On time suggests he got distracted. Five minutes early suggests he took his time. Ten minuets suggests he was keeping a wary eye on the time. Fifteen minutes screams that he's anxious to get started.
I open the door and I'm not surprised to see Sanderson standing there. There was no one else it could have been. I step to the side and he saunters casually in. As soon as the door closes, I throw the lock. He sits on the edge of the bed with an air that screams trouble. I step towards him and he smiles at me. For a second, he almost looks shy; like this is the first time I've asked him to meet me here. I raise an eyebrow at him and he gives me a look that screams "fuck me". I walk closer to give him what he wants and he slides off the edge of the bed to the floor and he rests on his knees. Just seeing him sitting there, waiting for me, makes my cock jump in anticipation. I step closer and put a hand on the side of his face. He doesn't expect me to continually assert my dominance to keep him in line. He doesn't want to start a fight he knows he'll just lose in the end anyway. He knows he's the submissive and he accepts it. He thrives on the gentle reminders of his place. He leans into my palm and looks up at me with a silent question he shouldn't have to ask.
"May I?"
I nod at him and he smiles and tugs at the zipper on my pants. He never ceases to amaze me with how quickly he works. One moment I'm standing over him with complete control over the situation, and the next moment he's licking at the underside of an erecton I don't remember getting and I've got my fingers wrapped in his hair tight enough for him to whimper. Were it Simon kneeling there, I would have pulled harder. But this was Gary. I loosen my grip and he hums in appreciation. He smile up at me and swipes his tongue across the head of my cock and shoves the whole thing down his throat. He once explained his lack of a gag reflex as a birth defect gone horribly wrong, but I have never felt anything more exquisite. His head bobs for a few moments before he pulls away, gasping for air. He has unbelievable lung capacity and blames it being a diver and getting used to holding his breath.
"Captain?"
"Sergeant?"
"Fuck me?"
I tell him to stand up and he obeys. My hand curls around the base of his neck and I bring his lips and mine together. I make a point to wait for him to open his mouth before I shove my tongue in it. He fumbles at the edge of my shirt and I help him remove it before we start working on his shirt. I guide him gently towards the bed and h allows himself to fall gently backwards onto the mattress. He kicks his boots off and and inches towards the top of the bed. I toe my own boots off and follow him up the bed. I kiss the side of his neck and he sighs, hinting at needing more. I scrape my teeth over the skin of his neck and he holds tight to me. He arches his hips into mine and even that faint contact makes him pant and moan.
"Please, Captain. Please don't make me wait." He begs.
I help him worm out of his pants and he returns the favor and we're left with hot skin against hot skin. He takes the initiative and kisses me. It seems nervous, like he's afraid of initiating something on his own without my permission. I allow him to continue and I slide him hand down the firm muscle of his body and grab hold of the hard-on that's pressing against my stomach. He moans and it's a sound of a strange pitch. He arches into my touch and begs me again.
I know better than to just give in, than to force my way into him and fuck him until he can't walk without a limp. I know what he wants, but I also know that he isn't Simon. I reach for the lubricant on the nightstand and spread it over my fingers. I press one finger against his entrance and he takes a shuddering breath as it slides inside. One of Gary's quirks; Doesn't matter how many times or how hard you fuck him, he's always ready and virgin-tight the next time you have a go. He wraps his arms around my neck and sighs against the side of my neck and I kiss him again, a distraction while I add a second finger. I feel his breath hitch and I bite at his collarbones gently. I curl my fingers and he bucks and yells when my fingertips skim his prostate. I teasingly brush it again, and a third time.
"Don't tease me. Don't. God, don't." He pleads.
A third finger and he whimpers against my shoulder. These little noises of his, these reminders that he's really almost delicate, especially when compared to Simon, they make the entire situation better. Sometimes a man doesn't want to wonder where the next blood-drawing bite is going to come from. Sometimes a man just wants to hear his name whispered like it's the name of God.
I remove my fingers from inside of Gary and he shudders, his muscles tensing around my hand, as if he'd rather me stay exactly where I was. But I knnow that isn't really what he wants... The lubricant is cold as it runs over the heated skin of my dick, but I ignored it. I'm not going to do to Gary what I do to Simon. There needs to be some sort of aid for this...
He hisses sharply as I push into him as gently as I can. I murmur an apology to him and he nods jerkily. He wraps his legs around my waist and he shifts against me, sliding closer to my hips, pusing me deeper inside him.
"Fuck me, Captain." He whispers.
I oblige him and move slowly, move steadily. I don't want to hurt him. Simon can take punishment. Simon's a glutton for punishment; a sado-masochist if there ever was one. Gary needs things taken slower. He's got old eyes and I can tell life hasn't been good to him. He needs this gentility. And I'm willing to give it to him.
"Oh, God. John... God, Fuck." Gary moans. His legs wrap tighter around me and he groans hotly in my ear. His breath slid over my skin and the pase quickened by the slightest bit. He screams quietly as I hit his prostate and I make it a point to continue to hit it again and again. Every hit makes him tense around me, makes his muscles clench in an
"Fuck, John. I ain't gonna break." He breathes.
I move just a little bit quicker and he starts moaning louder. I bite and suck at his neck, making sure the hickey will be visible. He shivers and moans lowly and he arches his back into my thrusts.
"John, fuck... Oh, Christ, Captain."
I slip my hand between our bodies and curl my fingers around his cock and he moans loudly. I feel his short fingernails dig into the skin on my shoulders and he grunts in my ear. He's a very obedient one, one who prefers to take and follow commands...
"Come when you're ready, Sergeant." I order.
He smiles agaist my cheek and moans loudly shortly thereafter. I continue to thrust into him, to jerk him off and his moans become a little more breathy with each passing minute. He's getting close...
He screams my name as he comes, as he hits the edge and goes toppling over. The way his body clenches around me while I'm still slamming into him soon sends me coming all over his insides. I look down at him and he smiles up at me and he kisses me again. I wait a few more breaths before I pull myself out of him. He lazily opens the drawer to the nighstand and he pulls out the carton of cigarettes he keeps there. He says he likes smoking, but only a certain brand. I'm not quite so picky and he says he'd rather not leave quarters until at least sunrise.
I take the cigarette from him and take a pull, enjoying its taste on my tongue. We pass it back and forth for a few moments and it's eventually used up. He grinds it out on the cover of some report Chemo had turned in to me a few days prior. He drags the blanket up from the floor and drapes it over us before he worms his way close and I give in and wrap my arms around his waist, holding him close. I know that in a matter of hours he'll be very respectfully asking for another go.
A lucky man finds himself one person that he can always go to for whatever it is he may need. I've managed to find myself two.
A/N: Yeah. These next few chapters are going to be very smut-intensive. I don't know why. I just feel like writing a whole lot of mansex. Eh. I'm sure you guys don't mind. ;)
(1): This is seriously one of my favorite insult lines from the beginning of Full Metal Jacket. I seem to have a serious thing for old war movies. XD
(2): This was borrowed from the "Texts From Last Night" website. I read it and decided that I had to work it in somehow. :3
(3): For those who don't understand military time, that's 9:45 P.M.