A/N: You asked for it, so I wrote it. GHOST'S REVENGE DELETED SCENE. WARNING! This one... Well... Ghost doesn't necessarily "rape" Soap awake, but good Lord does he decide to get revenge... Kinky, smutty... Reminiscent of my "Role Reversal" bit, but a little meaner. ;D Excessive use of the F-Bomb ahead... I couldn't resist. I know I've been updating really fast lately, but these segments have been writing themselves, and since I do all of my writing in the "Edit/Preview Document" portal of FF so I can work on the one-shots from any computer with internet access, they're just sitting here, staring at me, reminding me that they're finished. XD
xGhostxStealth: Thank you! I was trying to show how just a little bit of time to remember themselves as someone other than a soldier could impact everything. And before Red went off to boot camp, I was the one who couldn't be beaten at Time Crisis. Then he comes back and it's all "Oh. Look who got 90% accuracy. WASN'T YOU, TRISH! IT WASN'T YOU!" XD And all of my brothers know I write. But only the younger one knows I write yaoi. The other (older) four are strays that we've taken in over the years that aren't really blood related. They'd stay with us for a few months at a time when their parents kicked them out or (in Sebastian's case) when their parents were away and they didn't feel like spending all their time in an empty house. So technically four of the five are "brothers", but why bother with quotations that don't mean nothin' anyway? Lol. But I can imagine at least one of them would be a little upset. Two wouldn't care. The fourth one might be a little "eh" about it, but you can never tell how Stephen's gonna react to anything. XD
Reeserella: Haha. Kira is definitely not the type to just settle down. She's too free-spirited, one of those people that's too young for commitment, no matter how old she is. XD
PhonyPrincess: Haha. I was kind of wondering where you'd been... lol. Soap...And Ghost... Getting married? For some reason I have a feeling they'd skip the ceremony and just go straight to the honeymoon phase. XD I have creepy random thoughts like that too. When I read that comment, for instance, my immediate reaction wasn't "What the hell is she thinking?" It was, instead, "Which one would wear the dress?" XD
TheBleeding: Ahhh. I don't even remember what the first slash story I read was... I just remember it made one hell of an impression. XD I'm just glad my stories don't creep you out, haha. I generally enjoy all kinds of music. The Bravery, Muse, Disturbed, The Fratellis, Shiny Toy Guns, Apocalyptica... Anything that sounds good, lol. And can I ask what you mean by "your grunts"? I think I have an idea, but I'm working on this thing where I stop drawing my own half-assed, quarter-baked conclusions. XD
Mangoesaregood8: Aha. Thank you darling. :)
Arhani Daforcena: The boys are always on their way to another violence and testosterone-fueled adventure. Just a matter of when, haha.
xStealthxSniperx: Oh that party... The kid I kept from falling into the fire pit is younger than me, so he's still in high school and my baby brother is a freshman this year. Every time the two of them are together my friend tells my brother that he owes me his life for not letting him fall. See, I like Roach/ANYONE. Just because he deserves so much more love than what people give him. I'm ADD/ADHD with Obsessive Compulsive tendencies. (It's not really bad enough for me to be officially diagnosed with it), so I'm like, freaking insane. Of course I had a sit-down with a hard-core child psychiatrist when I was in grade school and she said the ADD/ADHD diagnoses were bullshit and the reason I couldn't focus had to do with my IQ level and the fact that I process things so quickly, I lose interest in them just as fast. It also makes me sound less unstable. XD Now to the last chapter: The intention wasn't so much as to make them moody as it was for them to give everyone the idea that harshing their new mellow is a very bad idea.
Deviant-Jubilant: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. :D I played a lot of Death Cab For Cutie while writing/editing that one. Mostly because their music is always calming to me... Iono... And the suit segment there at the end? That was definitely John's gain. Simon's revenge is significantly more difficult. ;)
GranBoy: Roach/Stray are so adorable, if I do say so myself. X3 I tried my damndest to show progression of the guys. The first chapter they were all pissed at each other and just looking to fuck and drink and be done with it. Later chapters they were trying to relax and have fun, and the final chapter was just supposed to be like, "Kay. We're chill as hell now. :)" Lol. How did I come up with Royce/Archer? Well... I was bouncing the idea around in the back of my head and I was talking to duvalia and I mentioned the concept and for some reason I just threw Archer/Royce out there because I figured they needed a constantly pissy character that they had to almost force into chilling out, and that person would of course need someone to screw around with. So I picked those two at random. Well, almost random. XD Alastair is definitely not stoked that his girlfriend's twin is a paid psychopath. He's officially afraid of forgetting anything, because if Kira calls John and manages to get in touch with him and she seems upset, Alastair's life'll go pear-shaped in a second.
iTestedGarrussReach: Ahhh yes... Ghost in a suit and tie... There's actually a picture of Ghost partially in a suit (Soap's relieved him of most of it) on xdcu[dot]com/acod and I think the picture is on the second page and it's called "Why Rush?". It's also the background on my personal-use laptop. XD
Simon, as usual, was awake first. He just preferred letting John believe he was the first one awake. Made things like this easier if his lover didn't know the truth. Simon licked his lips and concentrated on very carefully, very quietly, extricating himself from the Scot's grip. Once away from the bed, Ghost silently pulled his pants back on and slipped from the beach house undetected. John had fucked up and hadn't even realized it. You don't fuck with a Ghost and expect to get out of it without being haunted... Simon laughed at his own silly thoughts and continued jogging towards Kira's room.
"What in the fuck is that?" Alastair groaned. Kira didn't question what the tapping noise was. She pulled a handgun from the bedside table, one her brother had given her as a Christmas present one year, and she jerked the window curtains open. She rolled her eyes when she saw Simon staring through the glass.
"Something I can help you with?" She asked as she jerked the window open.
"Did you get what I asked?" He asked impatiently.
"Think so." Kira tossed him a plastic bag and he perused the contents with a frown.
"You forgot something." He hissed.
"What... Fuck. Take this." Kira tossed him a zip-lock bag of ties Alastair kept in his suitcase for emergencies and the estate agent whined about his ties being handed over for unknown purposes.
"What does he need them for?" Alastair demanded.
"Don't fucking ask." Simon snapped. Every second he spent out of bed was another opportunity for John to move and encounter cold bed sheets instead of another warm body. He took the bags and disappeared away from the window. Kira re-latched the window, pulled the curtains closed again, put the gun back on the nightstand, and crawled back into bed with a yawn. She told Alastair he might as well get some sleep too.
"Wakey wakey." Simon cooed. John muttered something but remained asleep. Simon smiled to himself, shrugged, and straddled John's hips. He got a hint of a reaction from the Captain and he cocked his head to one side. Well, that didn't work... He kissed the side of Soap's neck and rocked his hips against those beneath him. That got a more definitive reaction, and it looked like John was opening his eyes a bit... Simon ground his teeth and brought the back of his hand sharply across his lover's face. Simon rolled his eyes. Of course that would be what it took to wake him up.
"What in the hell is this?" John demanded. Now that he was awake, he realized he had been tied, spread-eagle, by Alastair's silk ties to the bedposts.
"I warned you." Simon purred.
"I thought the warning was that you would rape me awake."
"If you think this is all I have planned for you, then I'm ashamed at you lack of creativity. You see, you thought it was funny when it was me lying under you, begging you, demanding all sorts of things from you. But we'll see how cheeky you are when it's you being toyed with." Simon smiled.
John very wisely chose to remain silent. He could be subjected to all manner of physical torture without effect, but Simon knew how to break him, reduce him to little more than nothing. Simon knew how to make him beg and plead.
"You're learning already." Simon smiled. He leaned forward and kissed John gently, taking his time to feel ever crease of John's lips against his own before he slowly slid his tongue into his lover's mouth. He knew that while he'd be getting off on just taking control, John would crave more. Rather predictably, Soap attempted to take control, to pick up the pace and have Ghost follow his lead.
"Maybe you're a little more dense than I thought." Simon snapped. John cringed slightly. He knew this was going to end poorly.
"But you're lucky I'm so forgiving." Ghost continued. That didn't bode well with the Captain either. Simon wasn't forgiving, and that was the entire basis behind this little power game. Riley ducked his head and placed gentle kisses along the side of his lover's neck and down his throat and MacTavish shifted uneasily. Those were some very important veins his annoyed partner's teeth were close to, and the Brit could kill a man with less than his teeth.
Ghost kissed lower and lower until his lips were skipping over Soap's growing erection. John just wondered what the price for this would be. John groaned and bucked as his entire length disappeared down Simon's throat. Riley clearly wasn't impressed by the action, as his hands were soon pressed against the Scot's hips, holding them firmly to the mattress. Riley swallowed and the sudden and tight contraction of the Lieutenant's throat muscles pulled a moan from Soap's lips. Riley bobbed his head for a few moments and John moaned again, tugging at the silk restraints that refused to give. Simon stopped and John fought against the overwhelming urge to command the Lieutenant go right the fuck back to doing what he was doing. But doing that would only result in horrible things.
Riley kissed him again, and it was once more painfully slow and he was once again in obvious control. He ground his hips against Soap's and he managed to control his moan; John didn't.
"Is there something you'd like to ask?" Simon asked innocently.
John was not about to beg, not this early in the game. He shuddered and tugged at his bindings again. He arched his hips into Simon's and hoped he could maybe make the man give in early. It wouldn't work. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. Things were never that easy with Simon. With a shrug, Ghost began kissing down Soap's chest again, traveling lower and lower and eventually down to the level that John so desperately wanted him to be at, but he refused to give in. He wanted John to beg, and that was the only way he was going to give in.
Simon shrugged and reached for the little bag he'd rested on the nightstand and removed a small bottle of lubricant. He watched as John's eyes followed the tube and he grinned. It spread easily across his fingers and he shoved a finger into his partner as his tongue pillaged the bound man's mouth with his tongue once more. Simon's free hand wrapped gently around his lover's throat, not enough to ever hurt him, just enough to keep him scared into submission. While John was appropriately startled and distracted by this new development, Simon slid another finger in his partner. Riley's fingers began reaching tirelessly until he found what he was looking for. MacTavish screamed and panted
"I do something you like?" Riley was again playing innocent.
John's pride shrieked in agony at the concept of giving in to this, begging, pleading, groveling if that's what it took. But his physical desires were so much stronger.
"Yes." He growled.
"Would you like for me to do it again?" Simon smiled.
"...Yes."
"Beg me."
"No."
"I could just as easily leave you here like this until you've learned your lesson. Or until I get bored and take what I will and leave you again. Doesn't matter to me any."
Soap wasn't sure how serious his partner was being, but he knew better than to test his luck. While not necessarily a common thing, Ghost could be very vindictive when he wanted to be.
"Fine." He sighed. His ego would have to wait. There were more important things at stake, and Simon had seen him more vulnerable than this countless times... So why was this so goddamn hard?
"So I'll ask you one more time, do you want me to do this," Simon's fingers hit his prostate and he moaned, "again?"
"Please. Fuck, Riley, please do it again."
It wasn't quite what Ghost wanted, but he'd accept it for the moment. He'd overcome the most difficult aspect of getting revenge. Poor, poor John and his pride. He continued flicking over his lover's prostate, taking a twisted sense of pleasure in knowing that he was the only person who could even dream of forcing the Captain into submission and get away with it.
Soap shifted and groaned. This wasn't anywhere near enough, and he could tell that Simon knew it. But the goddamn Brit wasn't going to do anything about it. This was his revenge.
"Gah... Simon..." John panted.
"Yes?"
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck..." He couldn't get it together. He was losing his mind. It was too much of little things that weren't enough and it was killing him.
"That's not good enough, Johnny, and you know it."
"Riley, fuck me."
"That sounded too much like an order." Simon berated as he forced a third finger into the captain.
"Goddammit! Riley, please fuck me. Please."
"I think I'm having more fun tormenting you."
"Simon, please fuck me. Please don't play this game anymore. Please just fuck me. God, fuck, Christ, please. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, I don't care, just fucking do it." Soap pleaded.
There was no warning or any indication that Simon even cared what he'd said. There was just the sudden feeling of loss as Riley removed his fingers, followed by the startling sensation of the Lieutenant slamming into him. No time for adjustment, just nothing to being satisfactorily filled in nearly no time at all. He arched away from the bed and tugged again at his restraints, clawing at them and cursing himself for letting himself sleep so deeply. He wanted, so desperately, to wrap his legs around Simon's waist and force the Brit deeper. It took him a moment to realize Simon wasn't moving. He growled and bucked his hips against his lover's.
"Tsk. I'm ashamed of you. Forgetting my rules already? You're very bad at this game." Ghost sighed.
"Please fuck me. Please just fuck me. Please. Fuck, Riley, please fuck me, please."
"On one condition."
"Anything. Please stop playing this game."
"I think you're holding back a moan or a scream, and I'll leave you here on your own and go fuck Archer."
"Fine. Please just fucking move."
If only he'd realized what he'd signed up for. There was no more trying to keep his pride and dignity in check, there was no more trying to make damn sure Simon knew who was in control. Because Simon already knew, and it certainly wasn't John.
"Fuck, Riley. Fuck."
Ghost smiled. Look what he'd done. He'd ruined MacTavish in such a beautiful and angry way. Someone so strong reduced to writhing and moaning and pleading. And he'd done it all by himself. Soap moaned again and he swore his wrists were being rubbed raw from tugging at his improvised restraints. Ghost was damn good at tying knots. He panted and gasped and he hoped Simon knew that, at this point, he was simply too lost and uncoordinated to moan. It was all he could do to just breathe. Riley didn't take any notice of his partner's distress and began to move faster. He bit, kissed, licked his partner's neck, chest, shoulders. He knew the best way to break John down was to put him through total sensory overload.
Soap was very thoroughly caught up in his role as a pleading submissive. It was something so completely new and it drew him in, surrounded him. He knew why it was so easy for Riley to give in now. There was something amazing about giving himself up so completely; he was just along for the ride.
"Riley... Simon... Simon I'm gonna... Fucking Christ."
"You aren't doing anything without permission." Simon growled. He snapped his hips forward viciously and kissed John violently. How was he supposed to learn his lesson if he was allowed to do as he pleased?
"Please, Simon. Please let me come. Please. Don't fucking deny me this." He gasped.
"I didn't quite catch that."
"Please let me come, Simon. Please let me. Please." John said louder.
Ghost didn't say anything for a moment and Soap nearly screamed in frustration. He was torn between disobeying just to be done with this god-awful feeling, and waiting like a good little submissive for his partner to tell him it was okay.
"You come now or not at all." Simon finally said sharply. He bit the Scot's lower lip until he broke the skin and the man beneath him bucked and moaned as he finally found his release. He continued to yelp and groan and tense and shudder as Simon continued thrusting into him, searching for his own orgasm. He eventually found it and moaned loudly as he came.
A few breaths later, he lazily removed himself from John and studied how completely sated and exhausted he looked and wondered how much money Roach would pay for a picture of him, covered in his own semen and tied so helplessly to the bed. With a shrug, Ghost picked up the digital camera from the nightstand and took the picture. He could always use it as masturbation material...
Rather than bother with trying to undo the knots he'd tied specifically to never come undone, he simply cut through them and made a mental note to buy Alastair more ties later. John rubbed at his wrists and closed his eyes, just for a second. It had just been too much.
Simon wasn't surprised to see his lover sleeping; it had taken a lot of effort to overcome that monstrous ego. He walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, mostly for something to do and he caught a flash of bright blue in the reflection. He rinsed his mouth and picked up the digital camera and turned it on. He switched the camera on and looked at the most recent picture. He licked his lips and continued to examine the picture, feeling himself beginning to harden again. He might as well check on how well John had learned his lesson...
The intrusion wasn't entirely painless, but it wasn't without pleasure either. Looked like Simon was serious about "raping him awake". He gasped sharply as he felt Riley's teeth sink into his neck and he tried moving away from the attack. He couldn't completely deny that waking up like this wasn't a turn on, but if Simon didn't start fucking him soon, he was going to get pissed. He said as much to the Lieutenant.
"Only if you beg me first." He grinned.