A/N: Another lemon scene. I'm going to call it an "experimentation with emotionally-charged scenes and character development through the utilization of sexual activities and the relationship (or lack thereof) between the characters", mostly because I think that sounds better than "plot-less excuse to write more smut". XD Inspired by Aeta Plokha, The Hives, Shiny Toy Guns, 7chan's Trap board , and 4chan's Yaoi board. Soap/Ghost/Roach ahead, and it's almost a continuation of "Lucky Willing Exploitation". ;)

duvalia: Haha. Thank you for the seal of approval. ;D Full Metal Jacket is seriously one of the most amazing films to ever be created. :3 I can't claim that this one is quite so "beautifully written", but what to you expect from an insomniac on a smut kick? Lol.

WhiteNoseHound: I know how it is to go to bed with a bad case of eyestrain. -_-' Haha. I'm glad you liked the chapter though, and I come bearing the gift of more smut for this update. :D

PhonyPrincess: Of course I delivered. I might not have a 30-minute guarantee, but I eventually get around to everything. XD I've been trying to start the Church of Trish for a while now... I suppose this is as good a Bible as any. XD Glad you like it.

Aeta Plokha: Well dear, this is for you. When I read your review, I just got this mental image that wouldn't quit. So I had to write it away. I hope it meets your expectations. And duvalia is always worthy of love. ;)

GrassWing-TreeTail: The best part about Gary not really having a definitive personality is that it gives more room to utilize creative license. :D I think it could go either way. He could either be defiant or obedient, but for these purposes here, he's obedient, in a very jaded way. I'm glad you liked the POV. That's something that I've really been working on lately. I usually utilize third person, so switching to first was a bit rough. :/ Thank you for the praise though. :)

xGhostxStealth: I think that even the dirty parts should be well-written. Nothing is worse than getting in the mood for some smut, only to have it churn your stomach because it isn't believable or because it's just, well, bad. haha. I'm glad you like them. Here. Have some more smut. :D

MissPumpkinHead: I think the comparisons are something that's just... Natural. Subconscious even. You don't plan on comparing people, but you do anyway. And something like those subtle comparisons are important when you're a super-secret bad-ass like Soap. XD Maybe this one will give you a nosebleed as well, heheh.

There's something painfully poetic about tainting "innocence". I personally like to think of Gary as something closer to "jaded" than innocent. He can lie to everyone else as much as he wants. I know the truth, and it becomes all the more obvious to me when I shove him into the apartment bedroom I share with John and kick the door shut behind us and the first thing he does is drop to his knees in front of me.

I can almost taste is nervous exhilaration while he fumbles at the zipper of my pants and the pressure of my erection is eased. He looks up at me with an almost innocent look in his hazel-gold eyes just before he swallows my cock. I suddenly understand why John banned Roach from ever using straws. I think I might just get a hard-on if I see him so much as lick his lips in my direction.

I hear and recognize the sound of John's footsteps as Gary pauses for a breath before he starts deep-throating me again. I curl my fingers in his hair with a groan and I wait. The door opens and Gary, predictably, tries pulling away; I hold him firmly in place.

"Can I help you, Captain?" I ask coyly.

"I think I'll just watch for now." He smirks as he sits on the bed.

Sanderson resumes bobbing his head like it'll keep him alive and sucking my dick like it's his job. I sure as hell can't blame John for his late-night meetings with Roach, not now, not when I know what he's experiencing. I open one eye and glance at Soap. I know he likes his little power trips and how much the really enjoys playing his little games. He likes being in charge. It comes with certain amenities and perks that he enjoys using to his advantage. He orders Roach to stop and the Sergeant obeys. Roach looks up at me and his tongue traces his lips. He smiles at me and I almost want to tell him to ignore John and go back to what he was doing. But more than that, I want to see what the Captain has planned.

Instead of calling Roach over like I truly expect him to, it's my name that falls from his lips. I walk over to the bed and he tells me to kneel between his legs. I know what he has planned, but I'm going to play stupid anyway. I kneel and he unzips his pants. He tells me that if I can't suck him off as well as Gary does, there's a good chance he'll let Gary fuck me. I lower my head and lick down the shaft of his erection. I feel Gary walk up behind me and I know John motioned for him to walk over. It is a little unexpected when John orders him to take his shirt off. Moreso when he tells him to help me take my shirt off. But the most unexpected, even more unexpected than being ordered to give head instead of our own blow-job master is the feeling of my hands being cuffed behind my back by our very own Sergeant Sanderson. I try to look up at John to demand what's going on, but his hand is on the back of my head and he shoves my mouth downwards, effectively choking me with his cock. Certainly not a pleasant experience on my behalf, but John, the sadist, seems to find it quite enjoyable.

I'm eventually let up for air and all I can do is curse at him. He orders Roach to stand me up and the Sergeant obeys. I'm pushed against one of the poles of the massive four-poster bed Kira gave John one year and they cuff my hands around the post. The polished wood is cold against my back, but I tolerate it and try to reach for the paperclip in my back pocket so I can pick the lock. But John knows what's going on and he has Sanderson finish stripping me. I lose my lock-picking implement and I'm left there, naked and cuffed to the bed post.

John stands in front of me and has Roach suck him off. Envious does not begin to cover what I'm feeling and I'm beginning to think I should have fucked Sanderson at his apartment. I tell Soap as much and he just smirks at me. Fucking Scottish bastard...

"Why don't you pay some attention to Simon?" He suggests.

Roach looks over his shoulder at me and he smiles and licks his lips again. He crawls the short distance to me and smiles at me. I don't think I ever want to see him smile at me while we're clothed again. He's got a very talented mouth and he knows exactly how to use it. He wraps his lips around the head of my dick and his tongue flickers over the slit and I buck into his mouth. He narrows his eyes at me and gently scrapes his teeth over the hyper-sensitive skin. He slowly slides my entire length down his throat and he swallows.

"Fuck." I groan.

One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten... I count the seconds and hit thirty before he slowly pulls his head back and takes a casual breath like he could have gone for another thirty. There's a drip of precum on the corner of his mouth and he licks it up with a grin that promises more trouble than can be healthy. The Sergeant is ordered on to the bed by our favorite Captain. Like the obedient little Roach he is, he doesn't waste time hesitating.

Captain MacTavish grabs my face with one hand and kisses me hard. His other hand has the key to unlock the handcuffs, though he takes his time in doing so. He pushes me on to the bed and I inch my way towards the headboard, never taking my eyes off of him. He's got something planned and I'm not sure I like it. While my eyes are trained on Soap, Roach takes a bit of initiative and straddles my hips, blocking John from view. Gary swivels his hips and I groan as my erection brushes against his ass. He coyly bites his lower lip and winks at me. I have to struggle against the urge to lift him up and slam him down on my erection and fuck him like a cheap whore. I know such an action will piss John off, so I wait, hoping he knows my patience will only last for so long.

Sanderson is ordered off of me and he almost pouts. He sits next to me and waits for John to make a move. John's move is to cuff me to the bed post behind me with a smirk.

"What did I ever do to deserve such wonderful torture?" I ask dryly. He bites the side of my neck with bruising force before ignoring me.

He moves over to Gary and kisses him gentle, kisses him slow. I scowl as he begins to finger Gary, proceeds to make him ready for whatever it is that's to come. I run my tongue across the front of my teeth and arch my back, trying to put the little bit of metal wire I keep hidden in my mouth for occasions such as this into my hands. The paper-clip remains are held fast between my teeth and I'm passing it to my fingers when Roach half moans, half screams and I nearly drop my only chance at getting out of this before John is ready for me to be. I spare a glance to my right and almost wish I didn't. John is three fingers deep in the Sergeant, who is arched away from the bed and clawing at the Captain. I shudder and resume my jailbreak attempt. I'm so wrapped up in trying to pick the lock, I don't notice Sanderson is so close to me until he swats my hands away and unlocks the handcuffs. I give him a look of confusion and he just smiles and murmurs, "You're going to fuck me".

He lays on the bed and I position myself over him. His arms curl around my neck and he asks me to be gentle. I kiss him and slowly slide inside of him with a grunt. He sighs against the side of my neck and I begin moving, ignoring the fact that John is conspicuously absent. Gary moans my name and arches into my motions. He moans something about already being close and I growl. Goddammit, John... Having Sanderson finish so soon before I can get off is just cruel.

"Fuck, Simon." He moans.

"You wait, damn it." I growl.

"Come when you're ready, Sergeant." John says.

I ignore him and I hope Roach does too. Gary's body tenses and his muscles tighten around me as he arches one more time. He comes hard and I'm more than a little upset that I still have so much more to go. Soap pulls me away from him and I'm on my back and penetrated before I can fully register the fact that I'm not inside Sanderson anymore. It makes sense now. I was never supposed to get off on fucking Roach. He was supposed to get off on me fucking him. John's going to be the one to make me come, just like always.

He fucks me hard, fucks me fast, just how I like it. I can't stop the moan that forces its way past my throat and John bites my neck again. He knows how to get me off. I yelp as Roach's hand curls around my cock and he almost lazily moves his fist. His slow, gentle motions so dramatically contrast Soap's... I scream as I come, sending semen spilling across Gary's hand. John, predictably, finishes after I do. Gary smiles at me and licks his skin clean with the sluttiest expression I've ever seen him wear.

The three of us lay sprawled on the bed, everyone in various stages of recovery, when something dawns on me.

"You planned this, didn't you?" I scowl.

John just laughs and Roach only smiles. Of course it was a conspiracy...