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They haven’t been doing this long. But Ghost cannot lie to himself and say he’s not addicted. From the first time his skin touched Johnny's, it has caused irreversible change. Each time it feels like a brand and Ghost wants to replace every single one of his countless scars with Johnny‘s marks.
From their first meeting, Soap had caught his eye. Ghost is used to getting stared at. Especially by the new recruits, and this new batch was no exception. It was clear that they had heard of the Ghost. As usual Ghost did a sweep taking in the new faces, excited, green, cocky.. Most of them were quick to avert their eyes, except one. A pair of captivating blues.
He hadn’t been able to look away then. Similarly, he isn’t able to look away now. He’s never going to get tired of this, his Johnny, lips shiny with spit and red from overuse, his face contorting with pleasure, panting and babbling underneath him.
It's Soap who seeks him out this time. Who mumbles some bullshit about a report in order to invite Ghost into his room, and immediately sinks down to his knees to latch onto Ghost's cock. Usually, Ghost would let him, but they don’t have much time before Ghost's next meeting with the Captain.
He allows it for a few moments, just to see Soap like this, to feel his immediate moans as his lips and tongue make contact with Ghost's skin. His eyelashes flutter like it’s the first hit of a drug he has been abstaining from. His hands holding onto Ghost's thighs like he’s something precious, something to worship.
He runs his fingers over Soap's face, through the ridiculous mohawk that’s getting longer than regulation, yet refuses to shave. Not that Ghost minds, not when he gets to run his fingers through it, not when he can grab roughly and make Soap moan harder. He moves his boot between Soap's legs so he can feel how hard he is already. The same blue eyes that stared at him that first day, now look up at Ghost as Soap starts rutting against his boot. Ghost would normally allow this too but there’s no time, and he is not going to waste his chance; if the Captain ships him off to another mission soon, this could be the last chance to get himself knocked up for this month.
Johnny doesn’t know, doesn’t need to know. He pulls Soap's face away by grabbing his mohawk. He goes easily, as always. He takes direction the best when they are together like this. Maybe it’s the inherent desire in him to please his superior, maybe it’s just to get his dick wet. Ghost doesn’t care, he cannot care. All he cares about is that he gets to have Soap like this right now, until it gets ripped away from him. And he will do what he can to have a part of Soap for the rest of his life.
He wants Soap to change him fundamentally, wants to have a permanent bond with him.
With or without Johnny's approval, knowledge, or even presence.
He pulls Soap up by his hair and pushes him back towards the bed, getting his own pants off and growling at Soap to do the same, helping him with steady hands when Soap is too slow for his liking. He doesn’t bother to remove his long sleeve shirt or his mask but gets Soap as naked as possible, just like every time before this. Soap doesn’t complain, but gets his hands on Ghost's skin wherever he’s able to. Today is no exception, Ghost only gives himself one second to trace a finger on Soap's flushed cock before he’s gripping and sinking down on it. He’s thick, thicker than Ghost ever had before they started whatever this is. The stretch burns deliciously.
Ghost is quiet like his namesake other than the wet sounds coming from his cunt. Soap is the opposite, he moans low and long as the wet heat envelops his cock.
Soon after he’s a mess, babbling and trying to meet Ghost's thrusts without any grace or coordination, Ghost loves when Soap gets like this. His own pleasure is secondary to having his Johnny under him like this. He would drag it out, deny Soap from coming, would tease and slow down, just to have him like this a little longer, but there’s no time for that now. He grabs him, placing his hands on his well-defined chest, and rides him with determination. He has to make sure his seed goes as deep as possible to have the best chance. His cycle is not as regular as it used to be. With the hormones and his age his chances are slim, but not none. He holds on to that hope. Johnny is as young and healthy as one can be after all. There is always a chance, and he has to hope.
“Lt... please...”
Soap whines between moans asking for permission. One glance at the clock on the bedside table shows his time is up. Ghost is not done yet, he wants to taste his Johnny in case he has to ship out tomorrow and he won’t get another chance. He rips his shirt and mask off to plaster himself to Johnny's chest and kisses him wet and messy. “Okay Johnny come in me, go on,” he growls into his ear. Soap is spilling inside him before he even finishes the sentence. Ghost rides it out, grinding his hips down to take him as deep as possible.
Soaps hands are gripping Ghost's waist as they come down with a facsimile of a hug. Ghosts whole torso laying on top of Soap's, crushing him a bit, and his head on Soap's shoulder. He waits a few more seconds to make sure he is not wasting any of the precious cum while mentally berating himself that he still hasn’t gotten a plug to keep it inside yet. He pulls out with an exhale and starts putting his clothes back on. Soap is staring at him from the bed. Ghost has come to learn the secret to normally-chatty Soap and making him shut up is to make him cum.
“Have a meeting with the Captain in 2 minutes,” he answers without needing the question asked.
Soap nods and swallows, “Thanks Lt. I needed that.”
Ghost glances at him, body still flushed and his skin sheening from their activities, still looking good enough to eat, “Anytime Johnny,” he says, aiming for a casual tone, and pulls his mask on before quietly getting out of the room.
They haven’t been doing this long and Ghost doesn’t know how much longer he will get to have this. He’s been infatuated with his Sergeant since they assigned him to Ghost. Soap had always acted like Ghost was normal, always respectful but jokes around and flirts with him like they are best buds. Ghost tried pushing him away like every other bushy-tailed pup that tried getting close before. Soap never cared; he tried again, and again, always coming back every time without fail. Every positive reaction he pulled from Ghost made him try ten times harder. Ghost let him, and the infatuation became a stupid crush that he can’t ignore anymore. Expected of Soap of course, young and bushy tailed, he will easily find his match once Ghost is gone. It had been building up to something, but Ghost had no intention of seeing it through... but also no intention of stopping it.
It started after a dangerous mission, drinking with the team, Soap had been even clingier than normal. Nobody was surprised that Soap was following Ghost around like a loyal dog, and this time after a near-miss, Ghost found himself letting Soap get closer. They were practically glued together, sitting side by side, way too close to be really casual. Ghost, feeling already intoxicated by Soap's proximity, took one sip of his drink and pulled his mask back down. Soap had no such thoughts and kept gulping down his beer and the shots that were being ordered like it was his last day. He was getting sloppy, yet still trying to joke and flirt with Ghost despite Ghost not saying a word to him in ten minutes. Soap was starting to look like a kicked puppy the longer his attempts got shut down and ignored. Ghost was planning to respond but he couldn’t risk Soap getting too handsy in front of the other soldiers. He’d planned to finish his drink and then pull Soap away and take him to the barracks. He’d thank Ghost tomorrow for not letting him make an ass of himself, then they would be back to normal. At least, that had been the plan.
He was already imagining walking with a sloshed Soap and holding him upright, then suddenly, Gaz strutted over pulling him out of his fantasies. Gaz, looking a little drunk but certainly more clear-headed than Soap, hugged Soap from behind and said something in his ear. Soap nervously looked at Ghost but didn’t get any reaction. Ghost looked away for just a second and Gaz was pulling Soap to the dance floor. In a couple minutes, the pair started dancing, standing closer than strictly necessary, as the music changed. Ghost couldn’t tear his eyes away. Soap seemed to completely forget about his Lt. or about not getting any attention from him. He was laughing and dancing with Gaz, reveling in the attention he was getting. Ghost tried to reel his annoyance and anger in, there was no reason to worry about Gaz. They had been friends for a while, and if Soap or Gaz was interested in something, it would have happened already.
Ghost took a breath and downed the rest of his whiskey. When he looked again their bodies were wrapped around each other, way too close for Ghost's liking. Gaz looked directly at Ghost before smirking and leaning down to suck a kiss on Soap's neck making him melt in his arms. Ghost was up and stalking towards the pair before he realized what he was doing. He pushed them apart and grabbed Soap by the back of his shirt began walking him out of the bar with determination. He heard Gaz laughing as they left.
Ghost ignored Soap trying to argue with him and pulled him out of the bar and into the cool night outside.
Soap sounded pissed. “What the fuck, Ghost??” he shouted, pushing him away.
“It’s fraternization Johnny, in front of everyone? You’ll thank me tomorrow for this,” knowing full well it wasn’t against fraternization regulations between the two sergeants, but he was counting on the alcohol in Soap's system to not realize that. He just needed to get him back to the barracks and Soap hopefully wouldn’t even remember this.
Soap looked like he was going to argue, before doubling over instead and throwing up on the side of the road.
Ghost took out a napkin and put his arm around Soap's shoulders, wiping his mouth.
“Let’s get you back Johnny,” he said with a soothing voice, squeezing his shoulder. Soap just nodded, still looking shaken. They walked together, Ghost didn’t take his hands off of Soap, with the excuse of keeping him upright. He walked Soap to his room, patting down Soaps pockets to get his key and opened his room one handed while holding Soap upright with the other. Once inside, he sat Soap down on the bed and started helping him undress. Soap was eerily quiet and staring at Ghost kneeling down in front of him undoing the laces of his boots.
“You do this for all your sergeants, Lt.?” he asked finally.
Ghost shook his head with a chuckle, “Only for the ones who can’t handle their alcohol Johnny,” he said, smiling up at him. Letting Soap see his eyes crinkling at the corners, the mask hiding everything else. He was feeling secure once again. Having Johnny pliant and all to himself.
Soap noticed the change and smirked down at him, “Were you jealous, Simon?” He asked, slurring his words still.
Ghost was done with his boots dropping them next to the bed and took his jacket off next. He was quick to respond this time with a stern tone, “No.”
Soap raised his eyebrows and tilted his head looking up at Ghost, “No?” He smirked triumphantly as Ghost saw the mark on his throat, right where Gaz kissed him.
Ghost couldn’t help the almost growl coming out of his chest.
He grabbed Soap by his throat without thinking, “Why would I be jealous, Johnny? Aren’t you already mine?”
Soap lips parted with surprise, and he trembled looking up at him.
He wasn’t planning this, he wouldn’t have done it if he thought Soap would remember everything. But he needed to stake his claim more than Gaz had, so Soap would remember him. He didn’t want to talk about it, he wanted Soap to physically know in his bones that he belonged to Ghost.
Ghost didn’t bother looking for a condom. He knew Soap wasn’t fucking anyone else.Ghost is a master at recon, keeping track of his sergeants comings and goings was a hobby when they had downtime. And the last time Ghost had sex with someone else was years ago. He only thought about the possibility of pregnancy days later. After he made sure Soap wouldn’t go to anyone else by having him again and again, letting Soap fuck him, making it good for him so he couldn’t stray away from Ghost. He also went to have a talk with Gaz, with thinly veiled threats. Gaz didn’t seem to take him seriously but he also didn’t seem too intent at going against Ghost just to steal Soap away from him.
When he finally realized he had unprotected sex, and considered the potential consequences, he decided that he wouldn’t be opposed to being knocked up by Soap. He was getting older. He could retire from the military if he wanted. He wasn’t technically alive anyways. He knew couldn’t have Soap for himself, couldn’t risk ruining his life and career. Soap was young and capable and beautiful. He was... godly. Ghost wanted to worship him. He couldn’t imagine keeping him forever with a mortal like Ghost by his side. But he could have him for a while. And if he was lucky, he could walk away from the military with a piece of Soap that he could have forever.
He had wanted kids, a family, before his life was ruined by everything that happened to him that made him into the Ghost. He took care of his nephew when his brother couldn’t. He loved kids. He knew if he could have Soap's kid, he would love them with all his heart.
So he started trying. He already failed for two months since they have been having sex. Ghost made sure Soap would come inside him and not waste a drop. Soap tried talking about a condom the second time they had sex but he shut it down saying Soap doesn’t have to worry about that. And he doesn’t. He doesn’t want Soap to worry about it. He just needs him to do this so he can finally have something to walk away with.
When it finally takes, Simon rubs his belly, fills out his medical discharge paperwork and heads to Price. He hasn't decided if he would tell Soap or not.
He decides against it, but three weeks later when he opens his door, there Soap is, in civvies, flushed and nervous, but there.
Guess some Ghosts got to have happy endings after all.