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Price stood by him as they watched some of the grunts clean up the mess, both of them still keyed up after a nice little firefight. Price, who already had a cigar in hand, offered Ghost his lighter as he pulled out a cigarette of his own.
Ghost accepted it, taking a short couple of drags.
“Left you a gift in your tent. Had some of the boys bring it over earlier,” Price said casually, sending a knowing look in his direction.
Ghost grunted. “Last one you sent me didn’t last very long. Harder to clean up than to enjoy at that rate.”
Price let out a laugh. “S’Because I didn’t know your type. Think I have it figured out with this one.”
It was rare anyone found exactly what Ghost needed, but his interest was piqued enough that he took one last drag of his cigarette before ashing it under his foot. “Mind if I leave this to you?” he asked, gesturing to the mess in front of him.
Price let out a laugh, waving him off. “Go on then, earned yourself some time to relax.”
‘Relax’ was a bit of a twisted way of putting it but Ghost nodded in thanks nonetheless. He left the man to oversee the cleanup required of an operation of this size.
The walk back to his tent was a quick one, easily memorized in the month and half that he’d been stuck here. Could have done it with his eyes closed at this rate, had walked it so many times. Found it easily enough through the crowd of tired bodies, all exhausted after a hard battle won.
He tried not to feel too eager as he pulled back the flap to his tent, had been let down by presents like this in the past.
Just as Price had promised, inside sat his little gift, all tied up and ready for him. Was set up in a kneel, his head slumped down. Didn’t even look up as Ghost entered, as he closed the tent tight behind him.
Ghost made his way over to the man. He took a handful of his hair, something short cropped into a stupid cut, and wrenched his face back to investigate.
Already collared, Ghost thought.
Price must have done it, affixing him with the symbol of captivity to differentiate him from the rest of the men. It was a band of black leather, a thinner metal strip surrounding it, standing out in stark contrast against his skin. At his nape sat a little lock, the same silver as the band. As for the man himself, he had some pretty significant wear and tear, obviously had been in the melee on the field. A cut ran across his temple to leave a fairly considerable amount of blood coating his face, a couple more shredding different parts of his shirt and pants.
But he had pretty eyes, blue, still alert and assessing even through his obvious fatigue.
Ghost crouched. Even from this position he still towered over the man, but it closed the distance some. Let go of him to remove his gloves before untying the gag and taking the man’s face in his hands, thumb rubbing at the marks where the fabric had bitten into his skin.
They stayed like that for a moment, neither of them saying anything as Ghost massaged away some of the ache caused by the gag. “Do you have a name?” Ghost asked after a couple of minutes. He kept his voice low, casual, as if not to spook his guest.
The man blinked up at him but said nothing. He let out a long breath through his nose and straightened his back.
Ghost smiled at that. He liked the man’s spirit, knew it meant he still had some energy, some fight. There was something about the way he didn’t speak, didn’t give himself away that had Ghost feeling pleased.
Maybe Price had gotten it right after all.
“Gunna clean you up,” Ghost said, letting go of the man’s face. “Then we’ll get some water in you. Maybe you’ll feel like talking after that.”
The man frowned, looking a little apprehensive.
Ghost didn’t blame him in the slightest. That look only deepened as Ghost pulled out one of his knives, leaning towards him. Those intelligent eyes flicked up at him, then went back down to the blade. Ghost leaned forwards, bringing the knife around behind the man’s back.
He didn’t so much as freeze or flinch away, just kept still. There was a hundred different ways the man could have fought back in his position. In all honesty, Ghost was leaving himself open to see what he would do, what he was capable of.
But the man did nothing.
This was going to be…so much more interesting than Ghost could have hoped for.
He cut the man’s feet free, left his hands bound.
The man didn’t move, not even as Ghost turned that knife back on him, as he cut the ruined shirt open. It revealed a fit torso marred in scars and minor cuts that had Ghost staring, has him laying a hand there to feel the flexing of muscles under warm skin. He didn’t do anything more, just wanted to acclimatize the man to being touched like this. Wanted to get some of those walls down despite the position he had been forced into.
But this man already wasn’t like the rest, barely flinched under the contact. He was a puzzle, something that required thought and trial.
Ghost hummed and retracted his hand. He left the stranger to search his tent for a bottle of water, cracking it open to take in a mouthful, swallowing. Then he held it out, offering it to the man.
The stranger didn’t even hesitate, just tilted his face up, letting his mouth fall open.
Ghost liked that. He lowered the bottle to the man’s lips, letting him take in a couple of long sips from it. “Good?” he asked after the man had pulled back some, after he had nearly finished the whole thing.
The man said nothing, but somehow Ghost got his answer from his body language, looking up at him with eyes that were apprehensive of what was to come. Ghost didn’t touch him again though, just closed the bottle, chucking it into a pile with some of his other stock. Then he circled the man, coming to rest behind him.
He was smart, too smart for his own good. Had anticipated getting caught, had ripped off his tags and any markers that indicated rank or name. But there were other ways to identify a man, ones that people often they themselves forgot about. Ghost reached down, taking hold of the back of the man’s shirt collar, tugging it.
Soap was printed there on the inside material in neat little letters.
“’Soap’” Ghost read aloud.
The man flinched at the word, more or less confirming what Ghost already knew, that this was the man’s call sign. Wasn’t as good as a birth certificate but it would do.
“S’not a name, but it’s English. That’s good,” Ghost said, letting go of the garment. “Just means you can understand me.”
Ghost crossed the room and took hold of the chair he had in his tent and brought it over to Soap, placing it down carefully in front of him.
Soap watched him as he did, that apprehension growing.
“Do you know why you’re here, Soap?” Ghost asked, looking down at the man.
Slowly, Soap nodded.
Ghost smiled at that. It would only make all of this significantly easier if he didn’t have to explain everything. It was always the bargaining phase that bored him the most.
“Good,” Ghost said, sitting in the chair. He made sure not to jostle Soap as he did, spreading his knees so that Soap was kneeling in the V of his legs. “We’re going to keep you and the rest of your squad until your boss calls us, until he surrenders. Then you can all go home to your family, is that understood?”
Soap again said nothing, just let Ghost speak. The irony was lost on the stranger that Ghost had been made the chatty one in this scenario, that it was usually others who had to fill the silence.
“In the meantime, we’re going to put you to work,” Ghost told him. He reached down to undo his belt, watched as Soap stiffened but didn’t pull back.
That was good, maybe he’d been in this position before, didn’t wear the scared look most of the men wore when they got dragged in for the first time. There was apprehension there, but little more than that. Ghost had never minded the struggle that came from breaking in new toys, but on a night like tonight, right after a battle as long as this one, he’d much rather this.
The belt slid out from its loops and Ghost thumbed the button of his pants open, taking Soap’s chin with his free hand. “Use any teeth and I’ll knock them out, understood?”
A sharp breath through the man’s nose, his eyes closing momentarily as the sound of a zipper filled the room. Soap opened them again and nodded, looking up at Ghost’s face.
There was something so curious about the man’s posture, about the way his expression held no fear, only a cool understanding of what was to come. A near boredom, even. He even shuffled closer as Ghost let him go to push down his briefs, to pull out his cock.
“That’s good,” Ghost validated, wanted to see that. It usually took a couple of days for toys to learn their places, to stop fighting and to understand that the less they fought, the kinder they were treated before they were finally released.
He took Soap by the chin again, guiding him forwards. Hummed as the man opened his mouth, tongue already darting out to meet Ghost.
Fuck, that felt good. It’d been a while since he’d bothered taking anyone like this, usually left them for the other men to play with. But this one at least had experience sucking cock, was keeping his teeth carefully out of the way.
Ghost put a hand on the back of his head, just resting it there for now. The man kept him shallow, closing his eyes. Ghost slid his hips forwards on the chair, giving him even more space to ease down.
And it did feel good. Soap had to have known that he needed to do a somewhat decent job to keep Ghost entertained. But Ghost was only so tolerant of the way Soap had taken to disassociating through this, seemed on autopilot as he worked his mouth around Ghost’s cock in shallow bobs of his head. But without the use of his hands, still tied behind his back, there was only so much he could do.
“Deeper,” Ghost warned, hand applying just the tiniest bit more pressure to the back of the man’s head. He wasn’t pushing, but it had Soap opening his eyes again, looking up at Ghost in annoyance.
Ghost snorted at that. “It’s in your best interest. If I get bored, I’m just going to fuck your throat.”
Soap let out a long breath through his nose at that. He listened, tongue sliding over the underside of Ghost’s cock as he hollowed his cheeks, as he took Ghost in a little deeper.
There it was, much better this way. Had him firming up in the man’s mouth, had his breaths coming a little quicker now.
Ghost let out a grunt as Soap made it about halfway down. Soap looked up in interest at that, the pause almost unnoticeable. Then, he worked himself down with renewed energy.
He gagged once, eyes pinching shut again, but there was none of the vacant and mechanical nature in the way Soap was blowing him this time. Ghost let him keep his eyes closed, saw how it seemed to be helping him concentrate as he began to pick up his pace.
The next time Soap gagged around Ghost’s cock, he held himself there, didn’t even need to be asked. The head of Ghost’s cock nestled pleasantly against the back of Soap’s throat, had him enjoying that twitching pressure around him.
“Good,” Ghost grunted, grinding his hips up just a bit. It felt so good to fuck up into that wet, tight heat of his mouth. He let himself be loud, knowing that everyone in camp right now would be more or less engaged in the same type of play.
Soap seemed interested in the way Ghost was enjoying himself. He ducked his head back down more than once, eliciting a couple of more gags, building that heat in Ghost’s gut, couldn’t have been very comfortable for him. More than that, Ghost had come to him unshowered, still covered in his own sweat and grim. The two of them made quite a pair, still so fresh from the hardships of the day.
But maybe the man was seeking out an escape of sorts, was using Ghost in the same way he was being used—to get out of his own head.
As a reward, Ghost let his nails rake over Soap’s scalp, had him letting out a surprised moan that vibrated along Ghost’s cock. “Like that?” Ghost couldn’t help himself but to ask, knew the answer already.
The man didn’t respond, just pulled off Ghost’s cock, sucking in heaving breaths through his mouth as he did.
Instead of trying to push him back down, Ghost allowed him a moment, reaching inside of a pocket to produce a cigarette. He pushed up his mask a bit, lighting it to take a drag.
Soap watched through half lidded eyes as he worked to even his breathing, gaze skimming over the exposed parts of Ghost’s face.
Ghost let him, took himself in hand to lazily jerk himself off as Soap recovered. He offered the cigarette to Soap, who only thought about it for a second before leaning forwards, wrapping his lips around it.
Ghost liked that, liked that the man took whatever Ghost offered to him. Water? Drank right from the bottle. Cigarette? Took a drag. Ghost offered him his cock? The man parted his lips for it. There was something powerful about the submission the man gave him. Like he knew he had been beaten, was resolved to this fate—penitence for a battle lost.
Ghost took one last drag at the cigarette before dropping it on the floor, ashing it. “You’re not going to like this bit,” Ghost warned him, standing. The chair rocked back slightly and Soap flinched, but at least he didn’t try to fight or flee. Ghost put his hand back on Soap’s head, fingers fisting into the short hair of his mohawk. “Unfortunately, it’s gonna take a bit more.”
Soap’s eyes widened as Ghost pushed the head of his cock to Soap’s lips, tapping it there until the man parted them.
Ghost went slowly as he sheathed himself down into Soap’s throat, ignored the gagging and the whimpering as he did. Gave a sharp warning as teeth accidentally nicked the sensitive skin there, but Ghost’s couldn’t really blame him.
Fuck, he looked pretty like this. Eyes struggling to stay open, tears clumping lashes that fanned across his cheekbones. Lips stretched out around his cock, split slicken and flushed from the abuse.
It took Soap a second but he managed a breath in through his nose, had him relaxing just the tiniest bit. Ghost let him adjust a second longer before pulling back, shushing him as he gagged again. He drove his cock in a little faster this time, watched as Soap’s face pinched in discomfort.
“That’s it,” Ghost breathed as he did it again, as Soap gagged. But Ghost wasn’t keen on stopping now that he knew how good Soap’s throat felt, how tight it got when the man struggled.
Soap’s eyes flashed open in an expression of slight panic, trying to pull off with no avail. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would scare the shit out of him to keep going. Ghost gave it another couple of thrusts before he let Soap pull off, sputtering and coughing as he did.
He got a couple of good breaths in him, turning to flash an accusatory look Ghost’s way.
Ghost ignored it to place a hand on either side of Soap’s face and pulled him back down. Soap went easier this time, seemed resolved to the abuse his throat was taking. Heat coiled low in Ghost’s gut as he drove in, faster, was chasing the high of it all.
Soap’s eyes rolled back, throat twitching around him. It was enough to have Ghost grunting out a warning, watching the way Soap’s hips rolled up into nothing as Ghost’s hands tightened. He could feel the sharp bite of Soap’s cheekbones under his hands, moaned against the sound that vibrated up his cock.
Ghost’s thrusts became uneven as his release was coaxed out of him, coming hard down Soap’s throat.
He seemed to anticipate the way Ghost ignored it when he gagged, managed to swallow it all down as Ghost worked himself through it, uncaring of the man below him’s needs.
That had been fucking perfect, was just what he’d needed. Ghost couldn’t have been happier with how this night had turned out. Soap coughed as Ghost finally pulled himself out, heaving in deep breaths.
More interesting was the way that Soap seemed embarrassed, his cheeks flushing as he knelt face to face with Ghost’s cock. Ghost hummed, putting a hand on Soap’s shoulder, pushing him back slightly. It gave him a view of the length of Soap’s body, all the way down to the way his cock was tenting in his jeans.
Ghost barked out a laugh at that, earning a glare. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants before pulling his mask down, contemplating his options as he sat. “Think you deserve a reward for that,” Ghost said, voice low. He lifted his foot and tucked it between Soap’s parted knees, so that his shin pushed up against the man’s straining cock.
Soap let out a moan at that, not seeming to anticipate this. He listed forward, back bowing as his forehead tipped down to rest against Ghost’s thigh. Ghost could feel the hot breaths being panting there, as he held still.
Ghost didn’t push him, just put his hand back on Soap’s neck, squeezing. “Not gunna force you,” Ghost said, “but you’re going to be here for a couple of days. Might be worth it to get what you can from your time.”
For a moment, Soap did nothing. Then, slowly, he rolled his hips, letting out a small gasp at the friction.
“Good,” Ghost murmured, keeping his tone soft.
Soap looked up at that, eyes slightly glazed over. He did it again, back straightening as he pushed himself up the length of Ghost’s shin, giving himself a better angle to grind up against Ghost.
“Put your weight into it, there you go,” Ghost said as Soap leaned more heavily against him, seemed to trust that Ghost could take it.
Ghost watched as Soap ducked his head, panting out hot breaths as he fucked himself against Ghost’s leg. “Just a fucking mutt is what you are, aren’t you? You’d take anything I offered.”
Soap’s eyes closed at that. He turned his face, burying it into the fabric of Ghost’s jeans.
“Can hide if you want, but I’ve got a condition to this generosity,” Ghost said, hand tightening.
Soap let out a sound at that.
“Going to let you come, but after I get to hear your pretty voice thanking me. Is that understood?”
It was a minute before Soap cracked an eye open, seemed to be thinking over his options. He didn’t have long to decide judging by the way his hips were picking up speed, frantically pushing into Ghost.
“You hear me?” Ghost asked, voice lowering dangerously.
Soap said nothing. Ghost watched as the man thought, wondering if this is where he’d show his defiance. But finally, he nodded.
Ghost smiled at that. He shifted, pushing his leg in harder against Soap’s cock, knew just what he needed.
The man moaned at that, head tipping back.
“Leave me hanging and I’ll hold you down and edge you until you’re begging me to stop,” Ghost warned. “Going to hear you one way or another.”
Soap let out a sharp breath, his pupils dilating, irises near disappearing. His hips snapped hard against Ghost, coming in little stunted thrusts.
Ghost let him, sucking in panted breaths and groans, burying his face into Ghost’s abdomen as he recovered. His back expanded and contracted as he fought to gain control of his breathing, the torn shreds of his shirt still clinging to him.
Ghost gave Soap a moment to escape the head fog, to pull himself back together. And when Soap looked back up at Ghost, there was something there in his eyes that had Ghost smiling again, that hint of defiance.
“Have you decided?” Ghost asked him.
Soap hummed, letting his cheek fall heavily against Ghost. His body slumped forwards, finally exhausted from having worked off the day’s adrenaline.
There was a moment where Ghost truly thought that this was it, that Soap had made up his mind not to speak. Mentally Ghost was preparing himself for a long night, was interested in seeing what the man looked like with tears streaming down his face, to know what he sounded like when he begged.
But Soap surprised him. “Thank you,” he said. His voice barely a whisper, but it would do.
Ghost squeezed the back of Soap’s neck again, watched those eyelids slide shut for a moment before glancing back up at him.
“Gonna give you a choice,” Ghost said. “Can stay with me until you’re all released, or I can pass you around to the rest of the camp with the others. You decide.”
Soap let out a snort at that. He ducked his eyes some, thinking.
He was pretty, Ghost noted. Prettier than Ghost usually liked them. It had been a while since anyone had been able to survive more than a night with him though, and Ghost was preparing himself for the inevitable, for Soap to ask to be released into free use for the camp.
Finally, those eyes looked back up at him. “You gunna shove that massive thing down my throat every night?” he asked, a hint of an accent in his voice, Scottish.
Ghost let out a short laugh at that. “Might split you open on it instead. Just for variety.”
A pause as Soap thought over his options. “Here,” he said finally, letting out a little sigh as he did.
“Good boy,” Ghost said, giving his cheek a pat. “As long as you don’t pull a knife on me, we’ll get along just fine.”
“Might do it once,” the Scot drawled, voice dry. “Just as foreplay, though.”
Ghost hummed at that. “Get up, then. Can start on the cot. Won’t sleep there, but you’ll have an hour or so as I get some paperwork done.”
Soap struggled to his feet with Ghost’s help. He didn’t ask to be untied, didn’t ask for a clean up. Just shuffled over to the bed on tired legs, sitting down heavily on top of it. He wisely didn’t try to use the pillow either, opting to curl up at the very end of it, as if he knew not to push the limits of Ghost’s generosity.
Ghost remembered his first time held by enemy forces. He had barely been able to sleep, only managing fleeting patches from when he’d been fucked into unconsciousness. He wondered if that would be the same for Soap.
But soon the sound of soft, long breaths filled the tent, just shy of being snores.
Idly, Ghost wondered what kind of fucked up the man had to be in order to manage sleep right now.
* * * *
The flap of Ghost’s tent rustled and he glanced up to find Price, looking a little smug as he observed the man stretched out across Ghost’s bed.
“I’ve gotten it right, then,” he said, sounding pleased.
Ghost let out a short laugh, shaking his head. But he'd officially committed to keeping Soap, even went as far as to fasten the key to Soap's collar onto his dog tags. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
Price folded his arms, looking over the space. “I’ll send someone in tomorrow to install some gear. Need a place to keep him at night, could use a hook or two to anchor him.”
That was a good idea, better than what Ghost had come up with. He was just going to tie the man to the end of the cot tonight, wouldn’t be comfortable for either of them. “Thanks,” he grunted.
Price nodded. “Enjoy him. We’re here for the next week or so, then we send them back.”
Roughly what Ghost expected, wouldn’t be long before the other side folded. “You inventoried all of the men captured and took stock of who grabbed who?”
Price nodded. “Warned them all against roughing up the guests. Don’t think it’ll be an issue after we made an example of Jameson last time.”
“Moron,” Ghost grunted under his breath. There needed to be order to this. Civility. Men couldn’t be expected to be treated well when captured if they themselves had a reputation for abusing POWs.
“I don’t expect too much more action but I’ll call on you as needed. Enjoy your boy in the meantime,” Price said, retreating.
Ghost watched in silence as the man slipped from the tent, thinking.
A week or two.
Ghost glanced over at Soap. Let his eyes wander up the length of his body, tracing hard lines and soft curves with his eyes. And that ass…
No, Ghost didn’t think for a single second that he’d find himself bored for the next couple of days.