BE ADVISED: Okay. This one is going to be a bit of a long chapter, and it's only the first part of a prompt. I'm not sure how many prompts, but they'll all be labeled "Drinking Games: Day X", haha. Also, there's an author's note at the end that is very, very, very important. Also! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO iTestedGarrussReach. Sorry it isn't actually on your birthday, love.
xGhostxStealth: I kind of liked the contrast between I-Know-My-Place-As-A-Whore Roach and Just-Fuck-Me-Already-Before-I-Fuck-You Ghost. XD I'm glad you liked it dear.
duvalia: Yay anemic reviews! Haha.
GreenyFox: I'm gonna take that as a good wow, haha.
eP: 1) There happens to be a frequently recurring OC named Kira. It would behoove you to actually read what you're flaming before you just start into things. 2) If you wanted to read a het pairing, why did you click the link that warned you that it has "Slash, Yaoi, Shonen-Ai" and a predominantly "Soap/Ghost" pairing? 3) Thank you for the flame. I'll be having roasted marshmallows tonight. :D
PhonyPrincess: Haha. Thank you for the love. And I think we would have one hell of a following if Slash were the Bible of a given religion. XD If they were real, you'd have to fight me off. o.O lol
Aeta Plokha: You're perfectly worthy. You inspired it, didn't you? And I enjoyed writing their characterizations, so I'm glad you enjoyed reading them. :)
UnlikeAnyOtherDay: Kira's one of my favorite OCs, though that could just be biased because she's based off of me and the way I treat my (five) brothers. XD I'm glad you liked Roach. It's just difficult to characterize him sometimes, just because in the game he isn't given much of a personality, you know? I think that's the reason I write him different every time, because there's so many different directions to take him. I'm glad you like them, dearie.
MissPumpkinHead: How do I write like that? A pinch of talent, a few tablespoons of luck, and a pound or three of practice. XD I think Roach deserves more love than he gets, so I'm trying to change that, one chapter at a time, haha. And don't worry. I'm really into the clearly-defined Dominant/Submissive thing too, haha. I've been thinking this whole set-up was cannon since the first time I played MW2. There's the Favela level where everyone is sent away while Soap and Ghost "interrogate" Rojas' friend. Then there's how upset Ghost was when Roach died. It's canon. Infinity Ward just hasn't admitted it yet. XD
iTestedGarrussReach: Wow. Thanks for the praise. It seriously means a whole lot to me. :) I was okay with the collection as a whole (I have a weak-spot for first-person shooter games, lol), but MW2 just made me freak out. Soap's voice is so very lovely. (I have this whole thing with accents... hehe...) I have a bad habit of reading slash at work too, so don't go feeling too bad, haha. My manager has learned that if it makes me giggle, blush, and smile, he's better off not knowing. It works out better for the whole office that way. XD WRATH was particularly difficult for me to write. I usually get into the mindset of whichever character I'm writing (yay being selectively semi-bipolar to help characterizations! lmao), but this one was so much more difficult. I really had to get into Soap's head and react how he would react to the situation, and we have very little to go on with him emotionally. I pretty much based all of my reactions on his "Shepherd betrayed us" line, and the emotion those three words carried. o.o Kira seems to be very popular on this fandom... I think I'll keep her around... She was originally just supposed to appear in GLUTTONY to give Simon an easier way to piss John off, but people liked reading her and I liked writing her, so she just shows up. XD Sorry I couldn't actually update on your birthday (my laptop was stolen, so I'm writing out of the office and on my Mum's computer for the moment) but this one is dedicated to you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
KikiKrisis: Next update love. And might I say your username made me feel dyslexic for a second because I couldn't, for some reason, keep track of all the "k"s and "i"s. XD
x-sposed-again: Thank you lovely. The world needs more COD slash. :D
"So that's it then? Just a 'goodbye and get the hell out'?" Roach asked.
"That's it then." Soap shrugged.
"What did we fuck up this time?" Archer asked.
"We fucked up by bein' too good. No one for us to kill anymore. Not for the moment at least." Stray yawned.
"So now what?" Roach seemed confused. The entire team was rarely given time off at the same time, much less just over two months of time off simultaneously.
"We all know exactly what we're going to do." Stray pointed out.
Soap raised an eyebrow at him.
"We're all going to go our separate ways, drink more than we should, and fuck until nothing can give us a hard-on. Then we'll sleep for a day or two and repeat. The only question is where we're going." Stray smirked. He pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it, ignoring the fact that he wasn't technically supposed to be smoking inside.
"Kira's got an island waiting for us." Ghost murmured.
No one heard him enter the room, but that wasn't much of a surprise. He sauntered over to Stray and took his cigarette. It was ground out against Stray's Kevlar vest and dropped to the ground. Stray rolled his eyes and brushed the ash off of his chest.
"An entire island?" Roach asked.
"A place to party and a place to stay." Ghost shrugged.
"Where's this island at?" Soap asked.
"How much is it gonna cost us to stay there?" Archer asked.
"Cost of the plane tickets." Ghost answered Archer first.
"Then who gives a fuck where it's at?" Archer demanded.
Soap sighed and agreed that it couldn't hurt for them to go to this island. It would keep them isolated and away from trouble. Knowing Kira, anything less than totally secure and completely private was just a waste of time. She was as paranoid as her twin.
"What are the sleeping arrangements like?" Archer asked. Roach didn't miss his sly glance at Stray and the American tried to keep as calm as possible.
"Small beach houses. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, main room. Two people per room. One on the bed, one on the pull-out couch. Or however you want the arrangements." Ghost smirked behind his mask and Roach fought down a blush.
"How many people are going?" Stray asked.
It was a given that Soap and Ghost would be going; Kira was family to them, after all. Roach raised his hand with a smile. Archer raised his own with a shrug. Royce walked into the room and raised his hand before asking, "What are we raising our hands for?"
"Vacation time." Archer said boredly.
"Oh, cool. Where are we going?"
"Dunno." Stray yawned again.
"Are you too lazy to breathe properly or are you seriously that tired?" Roach asked.
Stray flipped him off and asked when they should be leaving.
"Two days." John said with more than a hint of finality. That gave them time for plane ticket purchases and packing. Roach grabbed Stray and drug him off to their quarters before he could start yawning again.
"How much trouble is this going to cause?" Soap asked as everyone slowly left the room, leaving only him and Ghost.
"Kira's either going to love us for the good time or get pissed at us for trashing the beach in a way only BP could rival (1)."
John didn't find the humor comforting.
They flew out early on a Thursday morning and found the plane mostly empty. Stray reclined almost immediately and informed everyone that if they woke him up before the plane started landing, they would be met with extreme violence. Roach occupied the seat next to him with a book in his hands and a dangerous glance in Archer's direction. Archer was playing a hand-held video game and either didn't notice or just ignored Roach's glares. Royce was chewing on the end of a pen and listening to his MP3 player he'd brought for the flight. Ghost was napping. Soap was reading something in a folder.
Roach soon lost interest in his book and decided a nap was in order.
"Wake up before I leave you." Simon ordered.
Gary opened his eyes and he was suddenly aware of the stewardesses informing everyone that they'd be landing soon. He thanked the Lieutenant and gently shook Alex awake.
"Is it Gary waking me up?" Alex asked, voice barely above a low growl.
"Yes." Sanderson smiled.
"Are they about to or have they already deployed the landing gear?"
"Yes."
"I think I'll let you live." Stray slowly opened his eyes with a smile and Roach took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss.
"At least wait until we get off the fucking plane." Archer muttered. Roach, predictably, flicked him off.
"Johnny!" A woman of short stature flung herself at the Captain and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her black hair swept past her shoulders and her bright eyes were a familiar shade of blue. John smiled and hugged her back.
"You brought friends." She smiled as she released him.
"Well, you know Alex and Gary already." Simon teased.
Gary blushed and muttered curses under his breath.
"I'm Eric." Archer stepped forward with a mischievous grin. Kira looked him over. He was tall, stocky, brown hair, brown eyes, somewhere between "I don't go out much" and "I get out sometimes" in terms of complexion... Nondescript really... She smiled at him and turned her attention to Royce.
"I'm Brandon." He smiled. He was short, thinner, dark hair, pale brown eyes, looked like he enjoyed being in the sun. He seemed more genuine than 'Eric' as well.
"I'm Kira, John's twin." She smiled.
A tall man in an expensive-looking suit trailed up behind Kira. His strawberry-blond hair was what Kira would call "tastefully tousled", his green eyes were locked on the touch-screen of his cell phone, and there was a blue-tooth device in his ear.
"Exactly. It's a buyer's market. Meaning property is going to be sold cheaper and cheaper. Meaning we're going to loose money on this deal if we try to purchase it pre-developed. And don't worry about finding someone to draw up the plans. I happen to know a very capable architect. Yes. Look, I'm done. If you have any more questions call Dexter. When I'm ready to work again, I'll call you. Shut up. I own half the goddamn company. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and that includes taking time off. Every word you say makes me want to fire you a little more, Windsor. That's what I thought. Goodbye, Freddie." He pulled the hands-free device from his ear and stuck it in his pocket.
"Kids, this is Alastair Scott Craft." Kira introduced. John eyed him warily, his expression carefully neutral. Simon held no such reservations, not caring that he didn't have his mask to cover his expressions. It was suddenly very clear to Alastair that if he fucked anything up ever, he probably wouldn't ever walk again.
"Scott, this is John, Simon, Alex, Gary, Eric and Brandon." Kira introduced.
"And now that the awkward introductions are out of the way, our convoy's outside." Alastair smiled. He wrapped an arm around Kira's waist and pulled her towards the exit. Kira's hand wrapped around John's and she pulled him along. Simon kept stride with John. Eric and Brandon hurried after them. Alex punched Gary in the arm.
"Ow! The fuck?" He asked, rubbing his shoulder.
"I caught you looking at Alastair's ass." Alex faux-pouted.
"Shut up." Roach laughed. They gathered their bags and found that there was, in fact, a small convoy waiting outside. Two limousines were waiting for them. Kira, Alastair, John and Simon were in one, leaving Archer, Royce, Roach and Stray to occupy the other. There were several choice alcohols found within the limo, and the interior was very nice leather.
"Looks like the Captain's sister has it made." Brandon mused.
"Fuck, man. Did you see how hot she was? I would give my left nut to fuck her." Eric moaned.
"Watch what you fucking say, Archer." Alex snapped. She was like family to Simon, and Alex was very close to Simon, almost making her family by proxy.
Eric regarded him with a "What Are You Gonna Do About It" expression and Alex bared his teeth.
"Lex, just leave it." Gary murmured. Alex sat back, but his eyes didn't leave Archer.
"Typical Stray. Find someone to take you in and pretend to love you and you're loyal to the end. You suit the fucking name perfectly." Archer smirked.
"You better fucking watch it! Give me one more fucking reason to stab you in your sleep!" Stray yelled
"Woah, woah, woah! Chill with the hostility! You guys are seriously harshin' my mellow over here. No need to be an asshole, Eric." Brandon said.
"Brandon, are you high?" Alex asked.
"Negligibly so." He smiled.
"What... Where the fuck did you get weed? You were sober on the plane!" Eric insisted.
"Nah. Me and Gary lit up in the bathroom before we boarded." He grinned.
Roach winced at the comment and buried his face in his hands.
"Gary, did you bring pot on our trip?" Alex asked.
Rather than lie, Sanderson just nodded.
"How much?" Alex pressed.
"The Bible." Roach mumbled.
"What does that even mean?" Archer asked.
"I had this old, beat-up Bible in high school and I was really high and I thought it would be a good idea to cut the pages out so I could have a secret stash that my parents wouldn't find." He sighed.
"How big is the Bible?" Archer was suddenly curious.
Roach reached into his bag and removed a large leather-bound bible. He lifted the cover and there was a great deal of marijuana hidden there indeed.
"Holy shit, Gary!" Alex exclaimed.
"What? It's not like it was all for me!" He yelled defensively.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble we could've been in if you'd gotten yourself busted?" Stray demanded.
"That's why I put it in the Bible!"
"Dude, maybe you should just take a hit and chill out some." Royce suggested.
"I just wish you'd told me." Stray murmured.
"Woah. Guys, check out this bridge!" Royce breathed, suddenly distracted.
Alex stiffened and followed his gaze out the window. There was a large bridge that seemed to go on forever before it just disappeared into the water it spanned.
"Fuckin' Christ... Gary, roll me one." Alex squeaked.
Gary opened the Bible and reached inside. He pulled out a joint and held it out to Alex. He took it and held it to his lips with shaking fingers and waited for Gary to light it. There was the soft click of a lighter and the car soon filled with the heavy, almost sweet smell of the pungent smoke. Alex took a heavy hit and closed his eyes. It was rather well-known that the sniper had a hard time coping with bridges. He was involved in an accident that had involved a bridge years ago. Apparently once you have a near-drowning experience, you never cope in quite the same way. The joint was passed to Gary, and then to Brandon, and then to Eric, and then back and was mostly smoked by the time the limo turned on to the bridge. Alex seemed to be much calmer when the limo turned onto the bridge, though he made sure to bury his face in Gary's chest.
Sergeant Sanderson wrapped his arms around the Irishman and closed his eyes as well. This was one long bridge, and looking out over the water flying by so quickly out the window was making him feel kind of sick. He kissed the top of Stray's head and sighed softly.
There was a long stretch of time where they just rode over the bridge, everyone eerily silent. The limo slowed to a stop.
"Lex, we're on land." Roach murmured.
The phobic Sergeant sat up and sighed when he saw that they were, in fact, off of the bridge. The door opened and the four men stepped out of the car and onto the asphalt of a lovely little "T"-shaped street. There were six beach houses at the top of the T with the beach sprawling behind them.
"Holy shit." Royce murmured.
Alastair was standing near his limo with the phone pressed to his ear. This time he was screaming and looked very red in the face. Kira was laughing at some kind of inside joke with John and Simon.
"I don't give a flying fuck if the goddamn IRS doesn't know what what you do. I can find someone to replace you, Windsor. Stop calling the fucking phone if it isn't a fucking emergency!" Alastair yelled. He pulled the phone away from his ear and handed a pair of keys to Gary and another pair to Brandon. They could hear a faint whining yell coming from the cell phone.
"Match the number on the key chain to the house you're going to be in. We're going to be meeting back here in another two hours to go to the mainland and pick up some supplies. We don't have too much in the way of anything." Alastair informed them.
The whining on the other end of the phone stopped and Alastair brought the phone back to his ear.
"I wish I could sarcastically say that I'm not listening to you, but I'm honestly not listening to you. I'm putting my girlfriend's psychotic brother and his Army buddies up in my private beach houses. Now, my future brother-in-law shoots me dirty looks every time my phone rings, and I'd much rather have him gut you than me. Call me again, and you won't have to worry about getting fired, just about which mismatched suit and disgusting tie you want to be buried in. Windsor, I don't care!" Alastair yelled.
"He's kinda scary himself." Royce murmured.
Gary wrapped a hand around Alex's wrist and pulled him towards their assigned beach house and snatched the keys from his lover's hands. He unlocked the door and drug him inside. The house was nice. The living room was large, painted in a pale yellow, white couches, bamboo floors, driftwood coffee table. The kitchen was tiled with slate, painted in beige, outfitted with stainless steel appliances. There was a short hallway that led to a very large bedroom with a soothing pale blue paint job and a massive bed with dark blue blankets.
"Four poster. Cherry wood. Very nice." Stray murmured. He yelped as his back collided with the pale wall. There were two tongues in his mouth, and only one belonged to him. He moaned and grabbed Roach's hips and pulled him close.
"So, Alex, should we christen the beach house?" Gary purred.
There was a loud knock on the door and Gary groaned. He wasn't entirely sure when he'd fallen asleep, but he had. He stretched and pulled his pants on. The knocking on the door was getting progressively louder.
"What?" He asked as he wrenched the door open.
"We're all headed to the mainland. You gonna come with us?" Kira asked. She had a knowing look in her eyes and Gary knew his hair was messed up, and there were hickeys all up and down his neck, chest, and shoulders. And if he could smell the sweat and sex, he knew that she could.
"Alex isn't a fan of bridges. Thought he was gonna have a panic attack coming over that big one." Gary shook his head.
"Yeah. Eric was telling me Stray needed one hell of a joint to keep from freaking out." There was a note of something that Roach couldn't identify. So he just shrugged.
"Hope you brought enough to go 'round. We'll get the two of you when we get back. Anything you want in particular?" She asked with a smile.
"Munchies of all kinds, loads of Funions. Stoli. Cigarettes, Camel Crush. A deck of cards. Anything else you think we might be needing."
"Okay. See you in an hour or two."
"Thanks, Kira!" Roach called to her retreating back.
"Said Alex was afraid of bridges." Kira shrugged. She dumped an armload of Doritos and Funions into the cart and grabbed a few bags of salt and vinegar chips as an after-thought.
"He is." John confirmed.
"Oh, fuck all... What kind of cigarettes does Gary smoke? Fuck, fuck, fuck." She muttered.
"Camel Crush." Simon said helpfully.
"Huh. Yeah. You're right..." Kira walked towards the glass booth that looked like it belonged to a bank, muttering under her breath about people being paranoid over cigarettes.
"Haha, dude, what the fuck?" Brandon laughed.
John stuck his head around the corner and rolled his eyes. There were four boxes of Slim-Jims and an entire shelf of vodka in the cart Eric was pushing. He was pulling a different one behind him with four kegs of beer.
Kira was pushing a cart with board games, blankets, towels, frozen foods, lunch meats, cheese, bread, charcoal, lighter fluid, lighters, sodas, a few coolers, citronella candles and tiki torches, hundreds of red plastic Solo cups, ping-pong balls, flashlights, batteries, aspirin, bandages, antiseptics, burn cream, butter-fly stitches, and a portable stereo system.
"You guys planning a party?" The guy behind the counter asked. His eyes were indubitably trained on Kira's cleavage.
"Yeah, something like that." Kira shrugged. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and rested her elbows on the counter. The kid's hands stuttered as he rang up a bag of chips and he swallowed hard.
John and Simon rolled their eyes. Eric tilted his head and smiled at the sight of Kira's boobs. Brandon reached into the shopping cart of items that had already been rung up and opened a bag of Cheetos.
"Look, I'm kind of in a rush here, and I've got four hundred dollars in cash. I figure that's enough to cover what we have here. You look like a smart kid with a good eye and a good memory. How about I just give you the cash and you ring us up retroactively? If there's anything left over, consider it a tip." Kira winked at the pimple-faced boy.
"Y-yeah. Sure. You need any help carrying this to the car?" The boy asked.
"No thanks, uh, Derek. Maybe next time." Kira smiled.
The carts were pulled outside and Derek stared after Kira. John and Simon lifted the heavy kegs into the limo with no trouble.
"You really played that kid, didn't you?" Soap chuckled.
"Please. I just saved us a shit-ton of money. Four hundred quid, sorry, dollars, is what just the alcohol should have cost. It's like Mum used to say, 'if you got it, use it'. Besides. I enjoy the thrill of law breaking from time to time." Kira shrugged innocently.
"Who did my darling swindle this time?" Alastair asked.
He had been across the street in a different store; one with better deals and a wider variety of energy drinks. Among the cases of energy drinks there was sunscreen, shampoo, soap, dish washer fluid, laundry detergent. Things everyone else had forgotten, even Kira, the responsible one.
"Managed to convince the poor sod behind the counter that 400 was enough to cover everything." Simon chuckled.
"Well the alcohol, maybe..." Alastair muttered.
"They aren't answering?" Royce asked, still holding his bag of Cheetos.
"No." Archer muttered. He knocked on the beach house door harder.
"So leave them be. We're just dragging this stuff up to the unused house until it gets dark. I'm sure you guys are jet-lagged as hell, and, really, everyone just wants to fuck and take a nap before we party." Kira reminded him as they continued to unload the car and drag the supplies into one of the empty beach houses. Archer glared at the door to Roach and Stray's temporary home and turned away from the door.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Aleeeeex. Ungh... Fuck... Harder, Alex." Gary moaned. He wrapped his legs tighter around his foreign lover's waist and arched his back. Every slam of Stray's hips made him moan a little louder and buck a little harder.
"Gah... Fuck... John..." Simon was moaning at a volume barely above a whisper, but it was getting the job done. He tensed and shuddered and dug his fingertips into his lover's shoulders. He gasped and closed his eyes tightly.
"Jesus. You're better at this than I thought." Royce moaned. Archer murmured something about being under-estimated and fucked Brandon a little harder. He wasn't going to hide behind the pretense of being picky with his bed-mate.
"Oh, God I love you!" Kira screamed. She was normally quiet to the point of almost being mute during sex, but Alastair was very good at doing whatever it was that felt so good.
"Whaaaaat?" Roach groaned.
"The door. Get i'." Stray sighed.
"I got it last time while you were sleeping." Gary insisted.
"Oh for the love of... Yeh feckin' owe me one."
Alex dressed quickly and opened the door. Kira was leaning against the door frame in a tight, low-cut halter top and low-rise jeans. There were two beers in her hands and Alex had to admit, she looked rather fuckable.
"You kids planning on helping us drag the booze down to the beach?" Kira asked.
"We need a little time ta clean up a bi'. We had some fun while you lot were shoppin'." He smirked.
"You sound so very fucking Irish when you're sleepy. Were I uninvolved and you the same, I think I might possibly consider maybe kissing you right now. But, as it is, you really smell like sex and we need to set up the beach for the upcoming party." Kira handed him the beers and walked away.
"Where'd the beer come from?" Gary asked.
"The Captain's sister. She says we gotta help move the booze and supplies. Handed me the beer and said I should shower so I won't smell like sex anymore." He chuckled.
"I could go for a shower."
Soap carefully arranged the logs and surrounded them with a few large rocks he'd found on the beach. Ghost scattered a little lighter fluid over the wood and lit them soon after. There were two large driftwood logs sitting around the fire to be used as seats, but large towels and blankets seemed to be preferred.
The booze and a small grill had been brought down to the shore and everyone except Roach and Stray was doing something to entertain themselves. The Sergeants in question soon walked through the large glass door at the rear of the house and walked towards the beach. They were smiling softly at each other and seemed to be laughing at some sort of private joke.
"Nice to see the two of you are finally joining us." Eric snapped.
Gary, still laughing, flicked him off. They were carrying several bottles of vodka and a large green blanket. The alcohol was dropped off at the metal patio furniture housing all of the rest of the alcohol. They dropped the green blanket onto the sand near the fire and they dropped gracelessly onto it.
Archer and Royce were throwing a football back and forth down near the water. Brandon was smiling at nothing, though everyone knew better than to think he was still high; Royce was just a naturally laid back guy. Eric seemed tense, but Gary supposed another good round of fucking would solve that problem.
Ghost was constructing an anatomically correct (and beautifully executed) mermaid in the sand. He was using the edge of a broken shell to define the scales on her tail and he seemed rather lost in his work. Soap was sitting next to him, sculpting a collection of dolphins to accompany the sea-faring maiden. Alastair was finally out of the stuffy suit and wearing shorts and flip-flops, cooking something that smelled absolutely wonderful on the small grill he'd pulled down from one of the beach houses. There was music playing from the stereo on a table, and Roach recognized the band as Sublime.
There was something surreal and pretty about the beach in the late afternoon, knowing that there wasn't anything they could do to get kicked off the island. Stray was still contemplating the colors of the water as the sun started sinking lower, but a sharp whistle soon pierced the air and he winced away from the noise.
"Come on, kids. Time for supper!" Kira yelled.
Stretched out over various blankets, they happily munched on the burgers Alastair had cooked, along with the chips Kira had practically stolen.
"Alright boys. Down to business, then." Kira smiled widely. She was holding a six pack of beer and a stack of shot glasses.
"What game?" Soap asked.
"My favorite one, dear. Never Have I Ever." She grinned.
"With beer in shot glasses?" Ghost didn't sound convinced.
"If we do it any other way, chances are we'll all be too wasted to do anything else tonight." She stuck her tongue out and Simon gave into her God-awful glare.
The glasses were filled and passed around.
"Who's gonna start?" Gary asked.
"I will. My game, my go." Kira said.
"So go already." Simon huffed.
"Fine. Never have I ever shoplifted. And that incident at the store doesn't count as shoplifting!" She yelled before anyone could protest.
Gary, Alex, Eric, and Simon downed their shots and held their glasses out to be refilled. The turn passed clockwise and it was Alastair next.
"Never have I ever claimed to see a ghost. And that one doesn't count!" Alastair said, pointing to Simon.
The British Lieutenant drank (there was more than one reason he had his name), Soap and Kira (their Mum's house just had to have been haunted), Stray (Ireland had a dark history that left its imprint everywhere) and Roach (always surrounded by the inexplicable...). They held out their glasses for a refill.
"Never have I ever told someone I loved them in a romantic way." Archer said pessimistically.
Everyone drank to that. He had to admit he was just a little surprised. He wasn't sure his Commanding Officers were capable of feeling love; the quick glance the two shared suddenly made him doubt that conclusion, though their expressions could have just been a trick of the dancing shadows cast by the fire.
"Hmm... Never have I ever had a food allergy." Royce murmured.
Roach muttered something under his breath and took a drink. Kira and Soap did as well.
"What are you guys allergic to?" Brandon asked.
"Shellfish." Gary made a face.
"Mushrooms." The MacTavish twins shrugged at the same time.
"Never have I ever gotten airsick." Stray said smugly.
Roach told him to fuck himself and downed his drink. Alastair did as well.
The game progressed for another hour, and it was discovered that Soap, Ghost, Roach, Kira, and Archer had all fooled around with someone in a movie theater, Roach had been hit by a car when he was a kid, Royce was prone to falling down stairs for no reason, and Alastair ran away from home when he was 17.
It wasn't long after Alastair's revelation that Archer declared he was bored and tuned the radio up louder. The music was loud, the fire was bright, the drinks were strong, and the sky was dark.
"Oh, no. The funniest part was that she didn't even realize she was naked!" Alastair laughed. The entire group roared with laughter at his story of a neighbor picking up the newspaper after a party and a late curfew.
"No, no, no. Better than that. It was my freshman year in college and I went to this party at a Fraternity house, it was the brother house to our Sorority, and it was the first time I drank tequila straight. I don't remember what happened, but I woke up in a friend's dorm room closet holding a bag that contained my swimsuit top, two candy bars, a jar of salsa, a condom filled with toothpaste, and a note that read "I'm the mother fucking walrus. Two hours later I found a YouTube video of me singing "Sons and Daughters" by The Decemberists with a cat in a backpack, aviator sunglasses on, and a bed sheet wrapped around me like a toga. I promised I wouldn't drink tequila again." Kira grinned.
Stories of drunken antics continued until everyone was almost too drunk to remember any. There was almost a noticeable drop in the amount of available alcohol. Gary stumbled over to the dark green blanket he'd been sharing with Alex and tripped over the sand and managed to land right between Stray's legs, his face falling against his lover's abs.
"You come here often?" Roach grinned.
"You are so fucking drunk." Stray giggled.
"Did you just say you wanna fuck while we're drunk?
"No, but that sounds like a good idea."
They were the first pair gone, though they began shedding their clothing before they even reached their beach house.
"Someone's getting laid." Alastair laughed.
"Yeah, you if you hurry the fuck up." Kira grabbed his shirt front and pulled him away from the fire.
"Come on, Brandon. It's about that time." Archer smirked.
"About what time?" Royce asked over the edge of his vodka shot.
"Time for you to suck my dick. Let's go."
Soap and Ghost were alone on the beach before they realized it. They'd been too wrapped up in demolishing their carefully constructed sand sculptures by playing their favorite game; "Who's The Dominant Personality This Time", which inevitably led to a very violent make-out session resulting in blood everywhere with no idea who it belonged to. John, as usual, won the game and had Riley pinned under him and began to unbutton his subordinate's pants.
"As cliched and romantic as it may be, sex on the beach leads to sand in places it doesn't belong. Sex in the shower solves that." Ghost suggested.
"Don't think you're getting out of getting fucked." The Captain growled.
Simon raised an eyebrow and arched his hips into John's. They both groaned as their erections touched.
"Good point." Soap panted. He pulled his partner from the sand and drug him back to the house.
A/N2: This is the end of Day One, but not the prompt. The important bit is this: I'm was recently invited to a Call of Duty/Assassin's Creed Slash Fan site by the beautiful and wonderful Ameij. I'm running EXCLUSIVE pieces on that website, as in one-shots that I WILL NOT be posting here (but I WILL continue posting here, so not to fret). The website is XDCU(dot)com/ACOD and my username is Trish. But I encourage you to read all the stories and check out all of the pictures posted there. IMPORTANTLY! Be careful. XDCU/ACOD IS NSFW, NOT SAFE FOR WORK, EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC. But it's so fucking wonderful. I love all of you and hope to see you there.