PLEASE READ: For the sake of my sanity and being able to actually keep up with all this crap, some time has passed within the story between the last chapter and this one. I'd say about three or four weeks weeks. I figured this little prompt could use more drug-use and violent sex so that's pretty much what this chapter is on about, haha. What? Oh. My lawyer is telling me that I should tell you guys that drugs are bad. So is drinking if you're underage. He's also telling me to include a disclaimer... Fucking asshole... Takes the fun out of everything... ALSO! THERE IS AN AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END THAT I'D LIKE EVERYONE TO READ. Kinda important, kiddies.
DISCLAIMER: I own Alastair Scott Craft, Kira Jane MacTavish, and Alexander Rhys Kennedy AKA "Stray". All other characters belong to Infinity Ward. Halo belongs to Bungie. Grape Crush is owned by the Dr. Pepper/7UP company. Cheetos belong to Frito-Lays, though I think Royce is their biggest stock-holder at the moment...
duvalia: Haha. I completely understanding your mind working in creepy ways that you don't want it to go in. XD Evil for not having seen Moulin Rouge? No. Not really. It's just an awesome movie. And having the guys watch something like a war movie would just be so typical for them. I wanted Kira to go evil and do as much as she could to make them uncomfortable. Because she's a bitch like that. XD Here's a cookie for getting The Fairly Odd Parents. :D
iTestedGarrussReach: Lol. Thank you dear. I call it "black hole writing". You know, where you just look in over the edge to catch a glimpse of what it's like and the next thing you know you're just falling endlessly? ...Yeah. That was weird... I have no idea where that came from. XD
Arhani Daforcena: YES! You get the cookie. Haha. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter.
Aphelion: Haha. Yes. Fairly Odd Parents. :)
Mangoesaregood8: I think everyone cries during Satine's death... It's just too hard not to. T^T. Yes. You get a cookie. :D
GranBoy: Haha. Awh. Thank you. I try really hard to keep the characterizations believable and close to how they were portrayed in the game. Unless of course my entire purpose is to toss out the old characterizations and make you question what you think you know about them. (Like the crying during Moulin Rouge. XD) Kira and Stray seem to have quite the following, though I'm working on creating an abomination of an OC, just to prove I can write someone worthy of hating. XD And don't worry about rambling. I prefer longer reviews because then I don't feel like I'm just saying "Glad you liked it" over and over again. XD
FuriousPanda: Haha. Yes. Timmy did it in Fairly Odd Parents. I actually use that excuse all the time. XD
Commander Aldebaran: You write perfectly amazing work, so shush with it! Haha. I'm glad the chapter made you so happy.
xStealthxSniperx: I like to think of them as generally immune to feelings like shame or embarrassment (barring Roach, of course), so it seemed only natural that they would crawl back to their partners and whine about how nothing was the same. Cabin Fever 2 made me laugh as well. It was just so hilarious in a really grotesque and disgusting manner. I think the war games have gotten to me, too. lol I've seen one or two of the drinking games played out, and they're all completely hilarious until someone almost passes out into the fire pit. Then you have to be concerned. XD
PhonyPrincess: "Ickle Gawwie..." was just something I could picture Ghost saying just to be a prick because that's just his personality. XD I've tossed around the idea of Archer/Stray, but haven't quite worked out how I'd do it, or if it's really something I want to/can do... Iono... We'll see where it leads... ALSO! I'M INDESTRUCTIBLE! Haha.
Destiny xD: ...I'm feeling particularly generous, so yes. Here's a cookie. Haha. I love writing Stray. He's so nonchalant about everything, like it doesn't bother him, no matter what it is. Kira's attitude is a lot of mine. I've got round about five brothers (including the foster brothers), and Kira's attitude towards the 141 is a lot of how I was towards my brothers. XD I don't mind all the blood and guts. I thrive on horror movies.
ameij: ... Hmm... I think I figured out how to work in that dress-code conversation into the next chapter... Just need to move a few scenes around... And I thought the guys could use a little OOC. :)
TheBleeding: Haha. Thanks, love. I'm glad to see you're enjoying it so much, even if it's a medium you don't normally like. :) Stray seems to be gathering his own little fan club... Maybe one of these days I'll dedicate an entire chapter to his backstory...
Stray had a bad habit of singing while he was in the shower. He wasn't necessarily bad or off-key or pitchy, he was just rather loud about it. Gary stretched and smiled, not bothering to open his eyes. He had such a devious little idea...
"Not even Earth can hold us. Not even life controls us. Not even the ground can keep us down..." Alex let the song lyrics trail off as he entered the kitchen. He was planning on taking a shower, getting something to drink and then teasing Roach awake, but it looked like he'd been beaten to the punch. Gary was lying languidly on the island in the kitchen with a devious little smile in his hazel eyes, seeing as how he had a mouthful of lime. There was a very full shot glass of tequila next to his head, and a thin line of salt stretching from the waist of his jeans to just below the hollow of his throat.
"Isn't it a little early for body shots?" Alex asked, his eyes following Gary's hands as he pulled the lime wedge from between his teeth, and then his lover's tongue as it flicked over the bitter inside of the fruit.
"If you're going to complain, I could always just clean myself up and go next door to surprise the Lieutenant. Or maybe the Captain." Gary shrugged.
Alex dropped the towel that he'd been using to dry his mess of wet curls, took the lime from the American's hand, and stuffed it back in his mouth.
"Never said I was complainin'." Stray purred. He dropped his head and slowly licked up the trail of salt his lover had laid down and followed the act by downing the contents of the shot glass before his lips covered Gary's and he bit and licked at the tart lime held there. Alex stood and pulled the green fruit from between his own teeth and grinned down at the cheeky Sergeant. He made up his mind that they were going to fuck right there, no questions asked, and no turning back.
"Boys? You in here?" Kira asked as she cautiously opened the door a crack. Simon and John hadn't answered when she called the beach house phone, which was unusual, considering neither of them could tolerate the loud, piercing sound of the ringing. She heard nothing and cautiously tiptoed to the back of the beach house, listening for any signs of movement. She pressed her ear to the cool wood of the bedroom door and heard nothing inside. She gently pushed the door open and peered inside. Kira pressed her hand to her mouth and tried suppressing a girlish giggle. Ghost was curled up tightly with his head resting on Soap's chest and his hands curled into fists around the fabric of his lover's shirt. John had his left arm wrapped around the Lieutenant and his right hand was tangled gently in the Brit's hair. The two of them were so deeply asleep, Kira wasn't surprised her calls had gone unanswered. She scratched out a note and stuck it on the side table near her brother and contemplated taking a picture for blackmail purposes.
Royce mewled softly and tugged harder at his bindings. Archer was moving so slowly to discard his clothing, leaving teasing and testing bites and kisses down his lover's skin. He could taste the sweat and the arousal and the pure need. Brandon arched into the heated touches and begged openly and shamelessly to just be given what he so desperately wanted. Eric refused to answer his needy moans and continued teasing and torturing his lover. Things were so much more beautiful when he was in control and took his time.
"What does it say?" Simon asked, his eyes still closed. He'd been playing various games with the Captain until the early hours of the morning. He smiled faintly as he remembered his lover's frustration at getting beaten again and again at Tekken.
"It just says 'WEED' in capital letters, a plus sign, the word 'HALO' in capital letters, an equals sign, and a happy face. I guess we're playing Halo high." John shrugged.
"Not now though, right?"
"What would you rather do?"
"Sleep for a few more hours, fuck, sleep a little more, and then see if they're still playing after all that." Ghost yawned.
"We came here under the pretense of spending time with Kira." Soap reminded him.
"We've spent the past few weeks with Kira. She can miss us for a day."
"I will demolish you in this game." Royce grinned.
They were 'pregaming', as it were, and there were already a few distinct cases of the munchies and multiple empty chip bags strewn around the room. Alastair's over-priced projector was once again hooked up, only this time to an Xbox. Alastair, apparently too impatient to wait for his Xbox to be sent to him, had someone go into town and buy a new one with nine extra controllers. "Just in case", he said.
"Let's just start already." Stray whined.
"What about John and Simon?" Alastair asked.
"He's got a point. We can't play 'til they show up. Otherwise, the team bracket system won't work." She pointed out. There was a general groan of disagreement, but it soon faded as the door opened and the missing men seemed to race into the room. John slipped and caught himself against the door frame as Simon shoved by him. He threw his arms in the air and shouted something about being the true victor and John flicked him off.
It was another half hour before anyone started the game. They had to make sure everyone was appropriately baked before they could begin. The first round consisted of Kira and Alastair against Roach and Stray. The map and weapons were chosen at random and the game began.
Rather predictably, Alex grabbed the nearest sniper rifle, ran towards the highest point of the level, aimed his scope towards the "enemy base" and waited. Gary picked up an SMG and a Battle Rifle and started sneaking towards the area he knew the spawn points to be. Kira picked up a shotgun and grabbed as many grenades as she could. Alastair picked up a needler and trailed after his girlfriend as she ran out into the field.
Kira turned a corner sharply and was met with a spray of bullets. Gary turned and ran back down towards his own base as he reloaded, drawing Alastair out into the open. There was a loud BANG and Alastair dropped.
"BOOM! HEADSHOT!" Stray yelled triumphantly.
The game continued and they were soon informed by their faithful announcer that there were ten minutes remaining in the game. Gary yelled instructions to his teammate through a mouthful of Oreo cookies and Alex hollered a retort around the rim of a Grape Crush-filled red Solo cup that was gripped between his teeth.
Alastair was running across the field aimlessly, entertaining himself with the way the sunlight reflected off of various surfaces, making him an easy kill for Stray, who, even in his "inhibited state" had uncanny accuracy.
With eight minutes and a few seconds remaining on the clock, the game ended. Stray and Roach had earned all 50 of the necessary kills, while Kira and Alastair managed 30, even with the estate agent's wandering around, looking at the shiny.
The next match-up was Royce and Archer against Soap and Ghost. The selections were again random for map, weapons and vehicles.
Ghost immediately made his way to a Banshee and took to the skies, raining plasma-hell down on Royce, who was trying to storm the enemy base alone. Very similar to his fellow sniper, Archer lifted a beam rifle and waited at a high-point, waiting for someone to streak through his sights. With a dark laugh, Simon unleashed a brilliant green bomb that made Eric's screen glow for a moment before he growled and decided that waiting around was "just pointless in this game".
"Will you get your hand out of the Cheeto bag and back on the damn controller! Find MacTavish and shoot him! He's the one we can't seem to find that's doing all the damage!" Archer yelled.
"Stop harshing my mellow, you jackass!" Royce snapped.
The game was paused by the Captain as the two enlisted men proceeded to throw things at one another, not caring that they were tossing their food-stuffs around the room.
"NO! MY CUPCAKES!" Kira wailed. She ran after them and picked them up quickly, throwing a death glare at Eric and Brandon. She sat down next to Alastair again and opened a package and began eating them quickly before they could be taken from her for a second time.
"Motherfucker!" Royce yelped. He'd received a fist to the chest and responded in kind.
Simon unpaused the game and took advantage of the two men fighting.
"GAME OVER!" The announcer boomed.
Brandon and Eric froze in the middle of their fight rather comically and stared at the screen for a moment before exclaiming, "Huh?" They separated and scrabbled for their controllers.
"Cheater!" Brandon yelled just as Eric screamed, "Sneaky fuck!"
"I think everyone should take another hit and then we should move on." Roach suggested.
Half an hour later, everyone was generally more calm and it was on to the final team bracket; Stray and Roach against Soap and Ghost. Everything was again randomly selected and the match countdown began.
"TEAM SLAYER!"
The match began and the pairs began moving quickly across the map, weapons in hand. It wasn't quite so much a match as it was a series of gunshots and lazy curses. The timer continued to tick off the seconds and the minutes. It was impossible to tell who was going to be the victor, seeing as how they all worked together closely enough and often enough to know exactly how the competition would react and plot and plan.
The timer hit zero and it was announced that the game was over and Soap and Ghost had won by a single kill for their team. There were grumbles and complaints and everyone spread out around the room, eating their snacks and drinking whatever soda was close. They smoked more weed and ate more junk food and didn't do much more than that.
"Dude... You ever wonder... Like... If all these other planets in Halo are all teched-out an shit, what's Halo's Earth like?" Archer asked.
"Probably fucking ridiculous. All flying cars and shite." Stray mused. He grabbed another handful of Doritos.
"Flying cars are bullshit. There are a billion different reasons flying cars would never work." Roach mumbled.
"Name a million of them." Kira retorted.
"I don't have to answer to you!" Roach yelled.
Alastair screamed something about a spider and crawled into a corner. Everyone stared at him as he gently collected a daddy long-legs in his hands and hurried back over to the group. Ghost tried to discreetly move as far from Alastair as possible. Soap knew what was going on and blocked his escape.
"Motherfucking Scottish prick." Ghost mumbled. The Brit shrank as far away from the crazed civilian as he could and tried to avoid making eye-contact with the hell-spawn in his hands.
Roach leaned close to the spider and blew a lungful of smoke on the spider and laughed as it began to freak out a bit before curling up in the palm of Alastair's hand.
"Is he high or dead?" Archer asked.
"He looks chill as fuck, man." Royce laughed.
"The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout." Kira giggled. She took the spider from Alastair's hands and pet the arachnid with a gleeful expression.
"Do-do-do da-dodado..." Stray hummed.
"Is that the Mario theme song?" Roach asked. The Irish sniper grinned and nodded with a giggle. Gary stared at him dumbly for a moment before pouncing on his lover and kissing him quickly.
"Dude!" Kira yelled. Apparently Sanderson's enthusiastic attack had launched the spider from her hands, causing Ghost to promptly run from the beach house. There was a moment of stunned silence before everyone began laughing at Ghost's paranoia until they suddenly realized they couldn't find the spider.
"Do you think he snapped out of it and ran off?" Royce asked.
"I dunno man, that was enough smoke to kill a spider." Roach shrugged.
"John! Don't move. Just sit real still." Kira whispered. She crept towards her twin and gently scooped the spider off his shoulder.
"Woah. If Ghost hadn't booked it, that thing woulda been in his face." Stray murmured.
"Good thing he's so fast then." Soap laughed.
The door opened and Simon stuck his head back inside.
"Did you find the bloody abomination?" He asked.
"Yeah, we found it. Still looks stoned as shit, too." Brandon grinned.
Simon inched into the room and sat as far away from the spider as possible.
"Hey Kira, didn't you buy salt and vinegar chips the other day?" Gary asked as he wandered towards the kitchen.
"Yeah. In the cupboard by the microwave." Kira said.
Sanderson soon wandered back into the room, munching on chips. He flopped gracelessly next to Stray and watched Kira pet her spider.
More than any previous day, it seemed this one was the laziest by far. Even once they had all sobered up (and Kira had thrown the spider outside) everyone seemed to be content to relax and talk and generally do as little as possible.
"I still think the most confusing book I ever read was Dreamcatcher. I'm not going to lie. I read that book twice and I still couldn't work out if the entire alien invasion was a hallucination or what the fuck was going on with it." Stray griped.
"Hm. See, the one Stephen King book that always pissed me off was The Langoliers. That British guy helps them out of that damn tangential reality, and then they just let him die. I think they should have slapped the drunk awake and had him push the button." Kira huffed.
There was a conversation composed almost entirely of sharply hissed whispers that eventually grew into a conversation of normal-level, and then to slightly raised voices coming from Simon and John off to one side.
"Any particular reason you boys are arguing?" Kira drawled lazily.
The two of them glanced at Kira before returning their attention to each other. They rose simultaneously and walked out of the beach house, their strides matching as they took off.
"Twenty bucks on a fist fight." Archer called. He wedged a cigarette between his lips and pulled a twenty from his back pocket.
"Twenty on violent sex." Roach pulled his own money out.
"I'll see your twenty on violent sex, raise you another twenty and call forty on a fight before violent sex." Kira stuck her hand in Alastair's pocket and pulled out the money as she spoke. The estate agent sputtered indignantly as she placed the bet using his money,
"I'll see that forty and call it a violent fight before and during sex." Stray quipped.
John felt his teeth rattle as the fist connected with his jaw. He shoved Simon away and kissed him violently. A calloused hand clawed at his hair and he grunted as ragged, bitten nails scratched across his scalp and down the back of his neck. He bit Riley's lower lip and tasted blood. He licked at the raw and bleeding wounds and he reveled at the taste; thick, heavy, metallic, coppery, oddly delicious and erotic. He bucked his hips forward and his straining erection collided with Simon's. Ghost yelped and held closer to the Captain.
They tore at clothes, both their own and their partner's. More than one article fell victim to the horrific cracking-tearing sound of stitching reaching their limits, but the protest was ignored and more clothes were removed a bit too quickly than they were made to and it wasn't long before they were both tangled on the bed, still struggling against each other, the occasional punch or bite still making its way into the mix. John licked the side of Simon's neck and forced a finger inside his partner. Not of his own volition, Simon bucked against the intruding digit with a groan.
"Enjoying yourself?" Soap smirked.
"Fuck you." Ghost rasped.
"I'm going to fuck you." MacTavish purred. Simon scowled and bit John's chest, clamping down until a a quick blow to his face caused him to release the skin pinched between his teeth.
A second finger was forced into Riley, who again bucked and groaned. MacTavish kissed him again and began slowly loosening his partner through a series of gentle in and out and scissoring motions.
"Keep treating me like I'm going to break and I swear I'll tie you down in your sleep and rape you awake." Simon growled.
John, enjoying the promise of a challenge continued to move slowly, only half-ignoring the threats his Lieutenant was making. It wasn't long before he just got tired of waiting and playing these games and withdrew his hand.
"It's about bloody time." Simon panted. John just shook his head. Of course he would continue playing at not enjoying it. That was just his personality, the obnoxious git... Ghost screamed and ground back against Soap's hips as he was penetrated. He kissed the side of his lover's neck and ordered him to move. For once, MacTavish obeyed without a sly comment or quirky remark. Simon moaned loudly and arched eagerly to meet thrusts that were almost violent. John kissed him again and he could feel Riley's teeth crack against his own as they both tried to brutally and violently to take complete control of the situation. The kiss was nothing short of sloppy and angry, but that was the way they liked it.
Simon's hands wandered aimlessly over John's skin, skipping over scars and bruises and the odd hidden tattoo. His hands eventually wound into Soap's obnoxiously short hair, where they remained for several long minutes as he concentrated on trying to fight off his orgasm. He wanted to see how long he could hold out against his lover's onslaught. Unfortunately, John was very good at knowing what Simon wanted and when, where, how to give it to him to make him crazy with lust and need; which was a good thing for Soap. He loved watching Ghost hit that breaking point, loved knowing that he was the one driving the Brit to the brink, knowing that he was the one who could tear down his every defense. He got off on it.
He could feel Simon trying to keep it all together and he knew that it wouldn't take much to unravel him at this point. He sucked at the pulse-point below Simon's jaw and he growled that he expected to hear his name screamed sometime soon and he snapped his hips forward one more time, using all the accuracy he possessed to hit that sweet-spot Riley adored so much. That was all it took.
"Oh, John!" Simon yelled. His entire body tensed and arched and his eyes slid closed in ecstasy. John took in the sight of his second in command, his closest friend, his lover, writhing in inexplicable pleasure, screaming his name, and it was his undoing. He moaned Simon's name as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. It was something that would never lose its magic, a rush that would never lose its thrill. Sex with Riley was thrilling and new every time; it was a constant when nothing else was.
John lay next to Simon, waiting for his breath to even back out and he wasn't at all surprised to feel the familiar weight of Riley's head on his chest or the feeling of an arm being draped over his waist. People could speak poorly of Simon's interaction skills as much as they wanted, but he was quite prone to needing closeness, especially after sex. It was just one of his many quirks.
Rather than give the air conditioning a chance to dry their sweat-slicked bodies and give them a chill, Soap drug the blanket around them and held Ghost close. Between the comfortable warmth and the steady thudding of his lover's heart, it didn't take much for Simon to fall asleep.
"So who do you think won?" Alastair asked with a yawn.
"Honestly? Stray." Kira murmured. She grabbed the television remote and changed the channel.
"Hm." Alastair hummed.
"Which is exactly why I think we shouldn't go about disturbing them tomorrow. I have a feeling Simon's gonna want revenge." She said with a very matter-of-fact tone. Alastair just chuckled.
Author's Note: Okay. After re-reading this scene, I decided that one of my favorite lines was "Rape you awake". Unfortunately, the next chapter is the final installment of the Drinking Games Prompt because there's another prompt I'm itching to start on so I can take these boys in new directions. ;D HERE'S WHERE YOU COME IN! In your review, let me know if you'd like for me to write the "Deleted Scene" that shows how Simon gets his revenge. It's probably just gonna be something fairly short, but I'm trying to decide if I should post it here as a "Deleted Scene" from "Drinking Games" or just post it on XDCU as its own stand-alone story. YOU HAVE THE POWER OF CHOICE! :heart: