#ghostnolan

Picture this: Andrei is on the run (MW4?). He is mourning his beloved leader and trying to keep the Konni running from a remote cabin in the woods. He is all alone . Hunting, fishing, bathing in the clean little river. He has very few creature comforts and conveniences.

Price and Ghost have come to an agreement.

They will work together to finish the Konni. Andrei is the last bastion. Ghost goes on ahead, rifle ready. They see Andrei, bathing nude in the lake.

Price is ready to shoot, but he wants Ghost to have his own revenge for Soap. It’s been four years since Ghost even felt the touch of another.

Andrei emerges from the cool waters, sunshine casting over the droplets of water cascading over hard lines of muscle and scars on Andrei’s sun-kissed flesh.

Ghost feels his eyelid twitch once as he watches Andrei rake his hair back with both hands, exposing the strong column of his throat as he looks up with shut eyes.

This isn’t what Ghost wanted to feel, not what he wanted to see.

He can’t help but stare, and it’s so unlike him too. Andrei is a sculpted masterpiece. Ghost’s masked gaze hones in on Andrei’s thick, juicy thighs. They are dusted with very delicate blond hair.

He can’t avoid seeing the thick, creamy manhood swaying gently between Andrei’s thighs as he steps out of the lake. The man is still clean shaven, his hair just as Ghost remembers it. Andrei is ever the soldier, but for a lost cause. Both he and Andrei lost the men they loved.

Ghost can’t kill this gorgeous beast but he knows Price will.

Then his thoughts are broken. Andrei locks on him with his intense blue eyes.

“Are you going to just keep watching me, mate?” Andrei asks him with a confident smirk.

Ghost raises his hand at Price before responding. “Leave it. This is mine, Price.” He practically growls.

He wants Price to leave them alone because there are things he wants to say and do to Andrei that would shake Price to his core.

"Fuck." He whispered as Ghost dragged his tongue up the side of his neck.

He slipped his other hand down the front of Andrei's underwear and Andrei drew in a sharp breath and tensed up.

"Shh.." Ghost tightened his grip on Andrei's jaw as he slowly started to stroke Andrei's erection until his cock could no longer be contained.

When Ghost pulled the front of the flimsy garment down, Andrei breathed deeply through his nose in relief. His cock dropped free with a heavy bounce, nearly hitting the counter. Ghost spat into his palm and began to milk Andrei but with a deliberately weak grip. Andrei needed more, so he went to take care of it himself but Ghost grabbed his arm and folded it roughly behind him.

"No. I'm in charge here. Your body, your pleasure... it's mine." Ghost's slid his hand down from Andrei's chin and squeezed his throat.

"Bastard." Andrei groaned as he went to try and remove Ghost's hand from his throat.

Ghost quickly got his other arm into a bind and then coaxed Andrei into leaning over the sink.

"Hmm... you look so good like this." Ghost chuckled as he looked at his delicious captive bent over the sink. Andrei's ass was pressing hard against Ghost's clothed cock. Ghost watched Andrei's muscles coil under his tattooed, lightly scarred skin, his hard flesh flexed and expanded with each move of subtle protest.

When Andrei stayed still, Ghost started to pleasure him again. As Andrei's thighs trembled a little, Ghost stopped outright, edging him at the last moment. Andrei growled and broke free from Ghost.

"Finish me. Now." He glared as he got right in Ghost's face.

Ghost smirked down at him as he ran his thumb across Andrei's lower lip. "I'll be back, princess. And don't you fucking dare get off without me."

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Andrei stepped into the shower stall and looked around a little. The entire bathroom had clearly been renovated recently. Andrei wondered if Ghost did it himself because he looked like a handy man of sorts. Andrei couldn't help but picture him topless in some low-slung jeans, bending over and hard at work. Just a moment of those thoughts got Andrei hard again and he clenched his teeth in disapproval. Ghost left him stiff and leaking and dared to tell him he wasn't allowed to relieve himself.

As Andrei slowly wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it, a shudder ran through him at the thought of getting caught. Part of him tensed up, angry and ready to beat the fuck out of Ghost if he dared stop him. Unfortunately for his ego, the angsty, almost timid side of him was winning. The thrill of getting punished mercilessly all while either whimpering softly, or quietly begging for forgiveness, was driving him home fast.

"Fuck you, Simon Riley." The words were carried out on a heaving breath, right from his strong, muscular chest.

"Can't tell me you haven't had another man do this to you before... considering your previous line of work." Ghost plucked Andrei's nipples as they poked out a little.

"Stop you mad bastard." Andrei told him. "I'm a soldier, always was, always will be... the money was just phenomenal... I never fucked any of my clients."

"Yeah? I think you're lying. Perhaps we should tell Makarov about this, and see what he thinks." Ghost squeezed Andrei's firm, round pecs almost painfully hard.

Andrei blushed and clenched his teeth.

"It doesn't matter though does it...I think he already knows your dark little secret. He just doesn't want it to get out. Tell me... you serve him in other ways too don't you?"

"Shut the hell up."

"On to something, am I? I imagine it gets lonely, even for a man like him. I bet your mouth is just the ticket for a quick spurt, am I right?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Andrei's bright blue eyes flashed with rage.

"Because of your commander, I have to live life without Johnny until he recovers. Johnny's awakened my desire to fuck... it's something I have all but forgotten until he started to stick that magnificent ass of his in my face. I need relief from this growing desire."

"Hm, finally starting to make sense, Riley. So the Scot's your lover." Andrei tried to keep him talking.

"Not yet, but when he feels better, I'll tell him how I feel. For now... I will use you as practice, so he won't be able to resist me."

"Practice?"

"You will be my bedwarmer until I get Johnny back." Ghost spoke with a stern look as he proceeded to open Andrei's fatigues. He lifted Andrei's shirt and admired the strong body beneath. "You put a lot of work into looking this fuckable, don't you?" Ghost asked with an evil little smirk.

"Are you getting off on this?" Andrei asked with a frown.

"What do you think." Ghost replied as he leaned down and pressed his horribly scarred lips to Andrei's ear and slowly shoved his large hand down the front of Andrei's boxerbriefs.

Andrei jolted and went to move away but Ghost kissed him on the ear and started to rub the growing bulge in Andrei's underwear.

"This is familiar, isn't it, sweetheart. Being touched like this when you don't want it... but what about when HE does this, hm?" Ghost growled softly against the side of his neck.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Andrei still insisted that he wasn't Makarov's plaything.

"It's alright. A man like you will never comes to terms with what he is... and what he is meant to be." Ghost chuckled. "You're a brilliant soldier, but I can feel how much your body cries out for attention. Look at these... so lovely." Ghost leaned up and stared down at Andrei as he toyed with his tender pink nipples gently.

Andrei wanted to impress his Commander by personally infiltrating 141...it didn't go well.