A/N: This is the continuation of the previous chapter. There will be at least one more after this, and I hope you guys enjoy this one. :D WARNING: Explicit references to drug use, alcohol use, and sex with random partners. Mostly male/male partnerships. If that offends you and you read it anyway, please get out of my gene pool and stop polluting it. Flames will be used to roast trolls, and troll flesh will be sold for top dollar on the black market to Kanye West so he can keep being the top troll. He says he'd like to let me finish, but he, apparently, has the best troll of all time. Anyway...
xGhostxStealth: There are a whole lot of concepts I want to include in the Drinking Games series, so the chapters are gonna be long (this one is 4,000 words too XD) And once I got the invitation from Ameij... Well, It would be impossible for me to say no, haha. I enjoy the concept of Simon wanting to size someone up. Kira is almost a sister to him...
duvalia: Hehe. Archer/Royce... That's a pairing I rather like, and it helps that I have personal experience with their character bases. XD And I think the casual sex is an awesome change from "Let's hurry up and get off before someone shoots us". XD
Commander Aldebaran: Well... At least your stumbling on XDCU at work was accidental. I do it intentionally because my laptop was stolen and Mum's won't access the site. XP I'm glad you liked that chapter though. :D
PhonyPrincess: Archer is back! Haha. I think every group needs a sneaky one. ;D Haha. I would fight to the death! Haha. :P
Destiny xD: There's nothing wrong with liking the word "Fuck". It happens to be a very nice word. Very versatile. XD Archer/Royce huh? Yeah. Next chapter is mostly screwing. Less emphasis on other interactions... XD And awesome? Iono. Lots of practice. Encouragement to try new things from my lovely reviewers... I guess it just happens, haha.
UnlikeAnyOtherDay: Haha. Yes. Roach/Stray is growing in popularity, haha. There will be more of them, definitely. Haha.
Deviant-Jubilant: Ah. There is a bigger weed segment here, lol. Kira seems to have quite the fanbase, hahaha. And besides, live fast and leave behind an abused corpse. Your body is an amusement park. Speed limits are overrated. Your liver will forgive you eventually. It's only illegal if you get caught. Even if you blackout, you're sure to find the video up on YouTube later. And with philosophies like that, I wouldn't be worried about having friends like 141. XD
MissPumpkinHead: Everything is cannon if you look close enough. XD I made up names for Archer and Royce, so... lol. Here's the next one. :D
Ameij: Haha. Extended vacation for the guys? Sure. Why not? Lol. Perverted confessions, huh? Next chapter, we get to know them very well... Heheh... MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH! XD The chapters are gradually getting more explicit, lol. This one has more detail... The next one... Well... We'll just see how it goes. ;D
"When we arrive, sons and daughters, we'll make our homes on the water. We'll build our walls aluminum. We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now..."
Alastair smiled into his pillow. Kira was awake and singing while she made breakfast. It was only nine in the morning, and she was already up and thinking of everyone else. He slowly sat up and cracked his neck. The beach house smelled like pancakes and eggs and bacon and maple syrup with a hint of sand and sea underneath. Best get up now and see what he could do to help...
The door swung open and Gary rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh, hey Alastair." He yawned.
The estate agent was dressed much more casually than he had been when he was first introduced to everyone.
"We're going to have breakfast on the beach if you and Alex are interested." He said.
"Kira's up and cooking already?" Simon didn't seem surprised.
"I take it she does this kind of thing often." Alastair smiled.
"All the time." Ghost smiled.
Even Archer had pulled himself from the soft bed early enough to eat, though there was no conversation on his part, just a lot of glaring and cursing at the sun.
The food was spread out on a collection of blankets, much like a picnic, around where the fire had burned the night before. It was nice, it was normal, it was fun, it was everything Shepherd had sent them away to experience. Kira's pancakes were, simply put, amazing. They needed only the slightest bit of syrup, though Royce still insisted on smothering them with it and making a disastrous mess.
"This is perfect. We can spend the whole day by the beach, spend the night boozing it up and throwing a party, fuck until dawn, and then repeat." Kira sighed. What little was left of the food Archer was feeding to the seagulls and whatever else happened to be nearby.
"Eric! Stop throwing pancakes at me!" Royce yelled. Archer seemed to be having fun pelting the linguist with whatever he could get his quick little hands on.
Stray and Roach were walking along the water's edge. Gary was chewing on his lower lip, agonizing over something that was probably of no consequence. Alex recognized this and chuckled softly to himself. He reached out and took Sanderson's hand and laughed openly at the surprised blush that tinted the American's cheeks. What did he care? Everyone here knew about their relationship...
"I wonder how cold the water is." Stray murmured.
Before Roach could react, Alex had pushed him and Gary, being the clumsy man he was, fell head-first into the waves. While this would ordinarily be no cause for concern, it would be just his luck for Sanderson to drown in a few feet of water. Knowing this, the Irish sergeant grabbed his lover by the back of the shirt and pulled him, sputtering and coughing, from the water.
"You motherfucker!" Sanderson choked. He tackled Kennedy with a grin.
"Hey, isn't that Stray beating up on your favorite Sergeant?" Archer asked with a yawn.
Soap looked over and rolled his eyes at the two fighting in the surf.
"One of them is gonna end up dead." He sighed and trudged his way down the beach. He made a halfhearted attempt to separate the two, but they apparently decided to work together to attack him and pull him into the cool water.
"Well that's just unfair." Ghost rose and jogged down to the water's edge to even up the odds. It was only a matter of seconds before something shiny was seen washed up on the sand.
"Aren't those his favorite sunglasses?" Royce went to pick them up so they wouldn't get ruined or washed out to sea, but his intentions were mistaken and he was pulled underwater.
That, of course, irritated Archer. He wasn't a romantic, and he wasn't going to say he was feeling protective, but the odds were uneven and he didn't appreciate Brandon being ambushed like that.
Kira was insistent that her tan needed work and Alastair wasn't going to uneven the odds that the Task Force had worked so hard to perfect. It was only a matter of ten or fifteen minutes before the crew returned to shore, dripping, bruised, bleeding, exhausted, and laughing.
"I swear. You boys are going to end up killing one another." Kira admonished. She was forcing her twin to stay still so she could look at a small cut under his left eye.
While John was being lectured by his sister, and Simon mourned the loss of his sunglasses, Gary made his way to a small bag lying on the green blanket he'd spread out the night before. He opened up an old, leather Bible with hollowed out pages and removed a joint from the hiding-place.
"You planning on sharing?" Stray asked. Roach jumped at the voice in his ear and glared.
"Of course." The American insisted.
The only person that took coaxing was Alastair. He was moderately concerned about the random drug tests that were performed at the estate agency. Kira reminded him he owned the goddamned business, and they had plenty of time on the island for his system to clear. He agreed on the condition that someone bring down snacks and sodas before they got high.
It was approximately fifteen minutes and four joints later when Kira started laughing at Alastair. He was flopping his hand back and forth in front of his face with a horrified expression.
"Did you guys buy milk? My bones are all floppy and I need the calcium to get back to normal." He whimpered.
Everyone started laughing at his "startling realization" and Royce frowned at an empty chip bag in his hands.
"Dude... This explains so much." He whispered.
"What does it explain?" Archer asked.
"His bones are all floppy because I took his calcium! I ate it through the Cheetos!" He seemed horrified by his own actions.
Roach, who was lying on his back, staring up at a cloud when that statement was so fearfully uttered, sat up and said, "The calcium in Cheetos comes from Chester the Cheetah. Alastair just sucks at keeping his bones in check."
Soap was looking at a bag of mini-muffins in his lap with a frown.
"What's wrong?" Ghost asked.
"I can't remember how to open them." The Captain pouted. Ghost stabbed the package with a knife that he didn't remember grabbing and the Captain thanked him for the help. Ghost stuck the knife in the sand and proceeded to jump away from the spot onto a nearby blanket, swearing it was quicksand and everyone was going to die if they weren't careful. They all listened to him and jumped onto the nearest blanket, towel, or, in Roach's case, Stray's lap. Kira was the only one who remained on the sand.
"You guys need to stop being so loud. I can't taste my fucking cupcakes with you bastards screaming." She hissed.
Everyone quieted down for a moment and just stared at her while she nibbled on the corner of her cupcake with a delighted expression. The silence only lasted for a few minutes, because Alastair fell off the log he was crouched on and started yelling for help from the quicksand. The Task Force mobilized quickly and helped pull Alastair from the quicksand. He grinned at Archer, who'd pulled him up and back onto the log, and gave him a peck on the lips. Everyone froze for half a second, because shortly after the kiss, Kira squealed.
"I got to the cream center!" She whispered with a smile. She clearly hadn't seen the act. Everyone returned to their respective safe-zones where the quicksand wouldn't get them (aside from Kira, who presumably couldn't hear them over the taste of her Hostess Snack).
"Hmm. Lex?" Gary murmured.
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna close my eyes for a second. The water is too bright. Let me know when that big bird comes back and makes it dark again." He murmured.
"Yeah, okay."
Sanderson put his head in Kennedy's lap and closed his eyes for only a second.
It was darker outside when he opened his eyes, but he'd sobered up during his nap and realized that it was late afternoon. It seemed everyone else was sober as well, and it didn't look like he'd missed much while he was sleeping. He looked up and saw that he was still lying in Stray's lap, but the Irish Sergeant was holding a beer in one hand.
"Well hello there." Alex smiled. He leaned forward and kissed Gary.
"What happened while I was out?" He sat up and tried working a kink out of his neck.
"Not too much. Though you missed an epic debate about if Link would be gay if he slept with Sheik."
"But... Sheik is just Zelda dressed up."
"No. Sheik is Zelda's male alter-ego."
"But it's still Zelda. If you put on a skirt and a blouse and makeup and insist we call you Alexis, you're still a guy under the costume."
"But Sheik was a magical creation of Zelda's. How do we know there weren't male bits under that armor?" Stray asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Back to that argument?" Ghost chuckled. He held a beer out to Roach, who took it with a smile.
Kira was working on restarting their fire with Royce and a grin, Ghost was sculpting something in the sand with Soap's help, and Alastair was watching Archer through the small flames thrown off by their bonfire-in-progress.
"Did... Did I imagine Alastair kissing Brandon while I was high, or did that really happen while Kira was eating a cupcake?"
"Nope. That one happened." Alex smiled.
"I need to take a walk and get some feeling back in my left side. You wanna come with me?" Roach asked.
"Nah. Kira said something about starting food soon. You know how I am."
Gary shrugged and started walking along the water, kicking at the wet sand with his bare feet. He heard yelling behind him, but thought nothing of it. He was sure it was just another of those silly little arguments over which drinking game to play. He walked away from the noise and the light for a little ways and focused on the sound of the water. He usually felt disconnected after coming down from a high, and there were two methods he typically used to remedy that: Spending time alone with Alex (usually meaning sex), and spending a few minutes with himself so he could get back in the right state of mind.
When he returned, they had pulled an extension cord and a blender seemingly from nowhere, and Kira was drinking a bucket-sized margarita.
"What are we playing?" He asked with a smile. He sat down next to Stray and took a shot of vodka from the man.
"We are going to be playing The Name Game." Kira smiled.
"Fuck." John muttered.
"What's the name game?" Royce asked.
"It's easy. We sit in a circle, and I'll say the name of a famous or semi-famous person like... Nathan Fillon. And the next person has to give the name of a famous person whose first name starts with the first letter of the previous person's last name. If a single name or a name with the first and last name starting with the same letter is given, direction reverses." Kira explained.
"That sounds really fucking hard." Royce frowned.
"When does the drinking part come in?" Archer asked.
"It's not hard. John, Simon and I will demonstrate. I'll go first... Mel Brooks." Kira said.
"Bart Simpson." John countered.
"Sally Field." Simon smirked.
"Fanny Flagg." Kira said. Simon frowned. The order had been reversed.
"Farrah Fawcett." Simon said quickly. The order was re-reversed and it was again Kira's turn.
"Fay Wolf." She returned.
"Winston Churchill." John said.
"Cyndi Lauper."
"Lisa Simpson." Kira said with narrowed eyes.
"...Fuck."
"Aha! Time is up! What happens now, children, is that John has to drink, and drink, and drink, until it's his turn again, when he can come up with an appropriate name." Kira smiled.
"Oh. That's easier to follow than it sounded at first." Gary admitted.
"Super! Everybody got drinks? Good. Let's go!"
Alastair started first with "Eddy Izard", and it rotated to Archer, who replied with "Imogen Heap", followed by Kira's response of "Hans Zimmer". Royce couldn't come up with someone famous that started with a Z and began to drink his beer. Roach recovered and responded with "Ziggy Marley". Ghost retorted with "M. Night Shamalan". Next to go was Stray, "Salma Hayek". Roach was next, but Royce couldn't tell what he said, then Soap, but he was hard to understand anyway...
The Name Game lasted about three more passes around the fire before everyone ran out of names. They decided a different game was in order, and it was suggested they play 20 Questions. Kira held up a stack of index cards and a collection of multicolored Sharpies and passed them around.
"Write a name of a famous person, living dead, fictional or real, don't let anyone else see, and pass it to the left. You have twenty questions to figure out who you are." Alastair explained.
The cards were written on, passed around, licked, and stuck to foreheads. They whole lot of them sat and laughed at how ridiculous everyone looked for a few minutes before they actually started playing.
Ghost, who claimed to be the best at the game went first.
"Real or fictional?" He asked.
"Real."
"Living or dead?"
"Dead."
"Recent or Historical?"
"Historical."
"Military or Civilian?"
"Military."
"Nationality?"
"American."
"Stonewall Jackson." He grinned. He reached up, peeled the card from his forehead and grinned triumphantly when he saw he was correct.
"How did you know the answer?" Roach whined.
"You're easy to read." Simon smiled and ruffled his hair.
Simon, John, Kira, and Stray were the only ones to get their cards right and four more games were played before they grew tired of guessing too wrong and drinking too much because of it and they settled for just drinking and talking.
Gary was a little more than just drunk, and was leaning heavily on his Executive Officer with a drunken grin.
"You know, you aren't so bad-lookin' without that mask on." He muttered.
"So I've been told." Ghost replied mildly.
"I bet you I could do things to you that you wouldn't believe."
Ghost raised an eyebrow at him while he thought.
"Stumble your way up to your room. I'll be there." He winked.
Roach stood up, swayed around, and stumbled up the dune to the beach house he shared with Stray. There was a light thrown on, and a crash sounded from the house. Ghost sighed and shook his head. He muttered something about making sure the idiot wasn't pinned under something heavy, and he staggered towards the house. He'd only just locked the glass door behind himself when he was thrown against it.
"Forward, aren't you?" He chuckled.
"You have no idea." Gary purred.
"So give me a better one."
Stray put the bottle to his lips and tipped it all the way back, trying to drain even the dregs from the bottle. He started falling backwards, but the unfortunate action was stopped by a broad chest and strong arms. He looked up and turned his head and saw Captain MacTavish looking down at him. He threw his arm back and around his CO's neck and kissed him firmly on the lips. With a groan, John slid his hands down Alex's sides and his fingers curled tightly around the sniper's hips, pulling them close to one another. Kennedy couldn't help but moan at the feeling of hard muscle against his back. The sound stirred MacTavish's blood and he knew exactly who he was bedding for the night.
"Let's play a game." Kira purred to Alastair.
"What game?" He asked.
"A fun one." She winked. Before he could question her further, she turned to Royce, whispered something in his ear and the two of them disappeared.
"Ohhh, that game." Alastair smiled. He turned to Archer, who was glaring after Kira and Brandon and he pounced on him.
"What the hell?" Eric demanded. Alastair kissed him again and it seemed the moody sniper got the hint.
Sanderson slowly lowered himself onto Riley's hard-on with a keening moan. Simon's hands were on his hips and he gave himself a moment to adjust before he slowly rose up and slid back down. It was a beautiful sensation, and he took his time to revel in it. That was apparently too slow for the Lieutenant, who turned them over and began to hit faster and harder than the previous pace. Gary buried his face in the crook of Ghost's neck and sighed; The Lieutenant smelled very different from Sergeant Kennedy. Where Alex smelled like rain and forest and earth, Simon smelled like smoke and steel and spice. For a single, drunken moment, he wondered if the Lieutenant would taste the same way he smelled, and his attention was drawn towards a single pale scar on his bed-mate's neck and he wondered if the scar would feel any differently than the skin surrounding it. He licked at the scar with a moan. The skin was smooth under his tongue and it tasted like salt and sea. He screamed when Ghost finally got the angle just right and his vision went white. His scream seemed to encourage Riley to fuck him harder and he couldn't help bucking to meet the thrusts.
There was no hiding the build difference between Soap and Stray. Stray stood a few noticeable inches shorter, and was much slimmer, had an understated build, looked more like a runner than a weight-lifter. It wasn't very surprising when John lifted him with no difficulty and pinned him against the wall. Alex wrapped his legs around the Captain's waist and kissed the throbbing pulse-point under his Captain's ear. His tongue ran over the points of his teeth as Soap so slowly entered him. It was cute of him to take his time and all, but Alex really just wanted to get fucked harder than necessary right here against the wall. He said as much and gasped when he was given what he wanted. There were bruises, already a pale blue, blossoming on his hips from the Scotsman's grip. Stray arched and moaned and reached for anything to anchor him. He bit the CO's neck to try and hold his moans back. John was rough, didn't hold back... It was different from Gary and how he liked to take his time with it all...
It was awkward for Royce at first. This was the Captain's sister he was seeing naked... Until she kissed him and told him to do whatever he wanted to her. Then she was just Kira. Then she was a willing participant in whatever he had planned. He was a little out of his element at first. He was so used to having Eric tell him what to do. Now there was no Archer holding him down, brutalizing him in a strangely beautiful way. He was the one calling the shots, setting the pace. Kira's perfume was light and floral and vastly different from the dark scent that seemed to cling to Archer naturally; the smell of gunpowder and stale smoke and a cologne so faint it was almost residual. She was vocal, and wasn't afraid to tell him what he was doing wrong. Or, more often, right.
Alastair was a little too close to a pretty boy for Archer's tastes. He had the same way of writhing under Eric's gaze though. The moment Archer slammed into the estate agent, he knew that this might not have been Alastair's first time, but it was his first time in a long time. Alastair was tight, very tight, and seemed torn between pain and pleasure. Rather than kill the mood completely, Eric decided to keep things gentle slow for a few minutes, long enough for "Scott" to get used to things, just long enough. He arched his back and moaned in an almost girlish way and Eric ran gun-calloused hands down the man's sides. There were no scars, no lingering bruises or half-healed cuts. The skin was a smooth, pale expanse of perfection, and it slid under his hands like something exotic. Alastair bit at his earlobe and he smirked to himself. It didn't matter that it smelled like Alastair bathed in his expensive cologne or that his skin tasted like the booze he'd spilled all over himself. It was the rush or something new, and that's what was getting him off at the moment.
Despite how everything had changed with their partner, how it was all different, they all knew, somewhere in the back of their alcohol- and lust-addled brains, sometimes things were better with someone who knew you.
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