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'Fuck-!' König yelped as the back of his head slammed against the wall. Briefly having closed his eyes, he snaps them right back open to shoot a bewildered glare at Ghost who is currently pressing him against the wall tightly, arm against his throat and body pressed into his. Not being able to do much else, König lifted his hands slightly in defence, unsure as to why the Lieutenant was mad, judging by the pissed off glare he shot right back at König. König could see Ghost's chest heaving as he let out a big exhale, furthermore demonstrating his anger.

It took several beats of tense silence before Ghost lightly took some pressure off of Königs throat, still keeping an iron grip on the other. 'You.' Ghost snarled 'I told you to stay the fuck out of this' He practically spat, voice vibrating with deep anger. Though, none of that helped König understand Ghost and his actions, it just made him even more confused since he did not know what the hell he meant by that. Seemingly dissatisfied with Königs silence and lack of reaction, he pressed his arm into the other's throat again more only for his arm to immediately be grabbed by König who choked on a breath, eyes widening again, still just as confused.

'Was- What are you on about, Lieutenant?' König dared, knowing he'd rather react perplexed than not at all. Seeing how at that, Ghost immediately went to grab Königs sniper mask and pull him right in his face, mere inches away from each other, König knew responding didn't satisfy him much either. Wide eyes stared at narrowed ones, König not daring to let an exhale escape him while Ghost emitted air through his nostrils. They were face to face and König barely managed to hold back a nervous gulp, not used to being under the Lieutenants wrath and being so close like this. Anxiety creeped up his back with every passing second, unsure of what was about to follow.

'Oh fuck off- you've been following me around like a lost, desperate puppy, practically pestering everyone if I'm not within your presence. What is it with you?'

Ah, now he gets it. König has basically been following him around like a duckling, unsure what to do and feeling uneasy whenever Ghost isn't present anywhere near him, may that be because he feels safer with Ghost or because he feels safe knowing where Ghost is and what he's doing. Anyone that ever mentioned this to König got his typical response of "he's unsure what to do with himself and seeks guidance", and it may partially be true but that's not the entirety of it, far from it even. König would never admit it to anyone but himself.

He's obsessed.

Ever since he met the Lieutenant back in his home country of Austria during a time where any help on training recruits was appreciated, he couldn't get him out of his head. A reason for that was definitely because it's the legendary Ghost, fierce, feared, stone cold, always on track. Not an ounce of fear in him. Well known sniper.

And König admired him, he was everything he wished to be to an extent. He looked up to him, trying to somehow see if he can perhaps follow his footsteps in a way, or learn something. Considering how he also never got to become a sniper, admiration and idolisation was bound to happen. But Königs interest in Ghost became much more rather quickly and he noticed that. It turned into obsession.

It took someone shooting him an annoyed glance after routinely asking about the Lieutenant for König to even notice what had happened with his small wonder for Ghost, and he broke himself apart about it, spending hours thinking as to how he had let this happen and what to do with it now, seeing how ignoring it seemingly didn't work. König just tried to be subtle with it from then on, not letting on how he checked every room for Ghost before entering, made sure to notice when the other left and where, or where Ghost was simply standing in a room. Knowing, but not letting on that he thought about his presence that much. It was like a snake with its fangs deep in an apple, sucking it empty. Until he hit a bad stop that had been hiding on the underside the entire time, always having been there, rotten.

Nothing goes unnoticed by Ghost.

König was painfully made aware of his situation and cruelly ripped out of his thoughts by Ghost jerking his sniper mask hard enough for König to stumble forward, an elbow to his back causing him to ultimately fall to the ground with a thud. König barely caught himself with his hands and immediately turned around to gape at the other man. Seeing Ghost standing over him, glaring down sent shivers down Königs spine and he hated how not all of those were out of fear. 'I told you before, leave it.' Ghost growled lowly, staring straight into Königs eyes with a threateningly sharp edge before stepping over the other and exiting the room, leaving König to himself.

He sat up and held his head in his hands.

'Gott im Himmel-' He muttered disgruntled.

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Mess hall, right before lunch. König made his way there early, having enough time on his hand to do so. His eyes scanned the room trained, searching for one specific person. Ghost. Having found him sitting at a table alone, nursing a drink and a bowl of food König could not identify from that far away, he made his way towards the canteen. There was nobody really here currently apart from a handful of people that either use this as a common area or decided to get lunch early as well.

While König was putting all his desired foods on his plate he felt the hair on his neck stand up as cold spikes rushed down his spine. Like a snake sneaking up on its prey, he felt a presence behind him right as the fangs made its way into his flesh. He felt a hand on his shoulder, knowing there was only one person that could invoke such fear and terror within one in such a short amount of time, sneaking up like that, dead silent and unnoticed. König didn't even have to guess to know who it was.

'Leave it, König. I can sense what you're doing.'

Ghost all but whispered into his ear, back to everyone else in the canteen and to others it might have looked like they were having a whispered conversation. König trembled lightly under the touch, not moving, choking on his own words. He didn't even dare look anywhere else. Just as quickly as Ghost was there, he also left, leaving behind a frozen König, who let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

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One down, next missed.

Wait, shuffle, aim.

One down, two down, missed again.

He reloaded his gun, changing his position at the slightest and adjusting his grip on the rifle.

One down, two-

König froze, feeling a Boot press down on his leg. The hair on his neck standing up again told him enough to know who it was.

'Scheiße.' König murmured, holding still, unsure what to do. 'Stop shifting around as much when you snipe.' Ghost remarked with no real emotion behind his words, boot still very much pressed on Königs leg. König focused his attention back on the rifle in his hand and the moving targets in front of him. He went to adjust his position again but was harshly reminded not to do so by Ghost already putting even the faintest of pressure on his leg.

König looked through the scope, waited, observed, held his breath and shot.

One, two, three down with headshots before he shrieked from feeling harsh pain on his leg where Ghost held him in place. 'You moved.' Ghost stated calmly, leaning in as he did so, making König wince from further strain. 'I can see why they didn't choose you as a sniper. Always so uneasy.' The Lieutenant voiced thinly, making König feel that sting in his heart a bit. He knew this was one of the reasons he never got to be a sniper but hearing it again certainly didn't make him feel any better. But since it was coming from Ghost, it was never meant to be that.

Ghost removed his boot and König was about to sigh in relief when he felt that same one rest flatly on his back now. Sucking a sharp breath in he waited. 'Try again.' Was all Ghost said before König was on it again, laying still on the ground, rifle in hand. He waited and watched, patiently awaiting the perfect opportunity to shoot. When he saw exactly that, his eyes narrowed in on it through the scope and he shot.

Four clean shots, 5th one hitting but not deadly.

He didn't get to shoot more before he felt more weight on his back in an instant. 'See? Works better.' The man said whilst still putting more weight on his back. König couldn't do much but offer a nod. With a few more seconds of silence and a gaze König could just feel Ghost was giving him, the Lieutenant went to retrieve a rifle himself. König immediately made a move to shift around and relieve some of the strain he felt whilst Ghost laid down next to him, rifle positioned where it belonged. Not much thinking and he landed 5 clean headshots. And König couldn't help but stare, see how perfectly the rifle fit in Ghost's hands like it always belonged there, like a rifle in his hand is a must and couldn't exist any other way. How he flawlessly hit 5 excellent headshots. How absolutely marvellous he looked while doing all this, from taking aim, to waiting, to shooting. Everything.

And König could feel that part in his heart be hit by a precise shot, his admiration growing into an aching now. It was painful. He didn't notice how fixated he was on Ghost until he heard more gunshots go off, shaking his head lightly to get his thoughts straight. He didn't even have to look to see that this were 5 perfect headshots again. König lifted his own rifle and shot, only getting 2 down and barely scraping the 3rd, he sighed. König swore he heard Ghost chuckle next to him. That thought alone made his head swim again and he decided to let it be for today, or so he thought. Just as he was about to get up he heard Ghost speak up next to him 'Don't you dare stop now.' Harsh and cold, Ghost commanded König to get back to shooting, never moving his eyes away from his targets. König spared another glance before he gulped and positioned his rifle accordingly, staring down the scope.

Shuffle, another shift and he could feel Ghost getting up again, already knowing the reasoning for that. König never took his eyes off the scope to see what the other was doing, he heard the gravel move underneath his boots and footsteps approaching. König forced himself to keep still, fairly uneasy with the Lieutenant standing over him glaring daggers into his back which he could practically feel. He held his breath, hoping it would make this any easier, and he waited a few more seconds. Few seconds too long in Ghost's opinion, seeing as how König missed several perfect opportunities to shoot, and he put his boot on Königs other leg this time, applying a hint of pressure. 'You're taking too long, you wouldn't have this much time to waste that many good opportunities on the field.'

Ghost could nearly feel Königs nervousness under his boot, observing how the other readjusted his rifle again and took in a deep breath, just about to budge again when he stopped frozen in his tracks, seemingly remembering Ghosts boot on his leg, too late in Ghosts book, and he put more force on the other. König gave a slight twitch before looking back down the sniper rifle and shooting, hitting one perfect shot, a body shot and another headshot, missing the 4th target. He reloaded his gun, feeling how every little move he made was being observed under Ghost's hawk eyes. He hated how it made him feel very attentive to everything that he's doing, hated even more how that's also a good thing which helps him become better. Letting the rifle rest comfortably in his hands again, König went to look down the scope again when a sharp pain in his leg made him jump ever so slightly, mind off of his task now. 'Move one more time and I will snap your leg.' Ghost threatened lowly, resting a good part of his body weight on Königs leg now. He's sure it'll leave a bruise.

König was horrified at what he felt brewing low in his gut, a mix of fear and enticement. He couldn't exactly place it, but he knew that it was not just fear, something about this triggered that obsessive part of him in a way he hadn't experienced before. He doesn't know what to do with this thought, nor what it even means. Hell, he can't even really put a label on what it is, he just knew that he might not dislike the Lieutenants anger directed towards him. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find it tantalising, loving listening to every word he says, never putting up a fight. His fantasies loved to display Ghost as the way he is, just using his threatening dark voice in a different way that made Königs body twitch in perverted excitement.

A twist of the boot on his leg immediately tore König out of anywhere this train of thought might have led him if he had followed it long enough.

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König was going insane, he couldn't stand this anymore. No matter what, now Ghost was always there. But König didn't have to look for him, he just was there, but everywhere König went to now. It almost feels like a switch flipped, almost as if instead of König watching Ghost, it was now Ghost watching König and it made him feel jumpy, on edge anytime he felt those set of eyes land on him, watching him. Merely observing. König wasn't even able to look for Ghost because anytime he did, it would result in eye contact he did not initiate, it was as if Ghost was always watching him and just waiting for him to turn around and look for merely a second before immediately turning away. It drove König crazy, now no thought ever being without the Lieutenant in it. It felt like his obsession took a whole nother turn and now he was caught, was set up for embarrassment, a snake in a cage being wide eyed and laughed at while being poked with a stick that retreated before he could even do anything.

It was as if Ghost was just expecting him anywhere he went, he couldn't even turn a corner without expecting the other there, even if he clearly wasn't, because why would he be there for no apparent reason? König wasn't able to even think about Ghost without feeling those eyes pierce through him in a way he didn't anticipate, for once bothered by any attention he was given by Ghost. His head was consistently swimming with a mix of several confusing and contradicting emotions and urges, he couldn't bear it. Ghost was on him and now he felt like every bit of recognition was too much, he was hyper aware of everything now, even worse than before.

And Ghost knew.

And he used it against him.

Ghost hoped, begged even whatever higher being there was to show him and especially König some mercy, that the other would just back off as he advised him to. He never felt as pained as he had when he noticed how König did in fact not back off, hell, even made it worse somehow. More obvious to him and only him. But Ghost couldn't deny the tinge of satisfaction it brought up, igniting a part of him that he had promised to shun out, lock away and never set fire to. He'd be contradicting himself if he said he didn't enjoy the others' obsession, a part of him begging him for more of it. He just wants to see how far this goes, at least that's what he tells himself.

He knows there's more to that. A part of him is yearning and seizing for more of Königs seemingly innocent eyes that hid true, pure obsession behind them. He could tell by the way he glanced at him, seemingly unknowing, sweet even, just to see where he is, but never actually approaching him. Ghost even observed how the other would blindly listen to any command he was given by Ghost, never questioning it, even if the order was as mundane as bringing him something, König would happily do exactly that, always with those pure eyes of his.

Ghost wanted to capture that obsession for his own possession.

He wanted to possess it, claim it as his own, claim König as his own. Seeing unconditional obsession like that being targeted at him made a part of Ghost leave its chambers and break free from the clasps, appearing at full force again, every look König gave him pouring gasoline over that smouldering flame. He didn't dare let anyone on that he ever felt this way, but people never seemed to dare and pry enough to even remotely see that.

König however seemed to specifically seek out Ghost, seek out his attention and existence, it made everything different. König practically wanted to see that exact part of Ghost, see that flame grow bigger and take everything with it, which is why Ghost wanted to see how far this could go and how serious König meant it. At first, he felt that flame in him rekindle, simply acknowledging that it's there again before immediately trying to put it out again. But you can't blame a man for his curiosity. He decidedly -regrettably- left a mere flicker of a fire still blazing.

And now he can see the effects of it.

He can see how König was basically wrapped around his finger, stuck to caramel like a fly regretting giving into its urges to have a taste. He could see how jumpy the other was around him now ever since he shifted his attention to him more, see how everything he did ostensibly making him uneasy and avoidant. Ironic, considering König was the one that was oh so desperate for the Lieutenants recognition. But that still did not stop him from seeking Ghost out, and that's what kept Ghost going, made him not contain that blazing feeling within him, seeing what he's going to do with it now. He enjoyed his little games resembling cat and mouse with König a lot, hot and cold to see if either pulls back, giving him what he wants to see how he deals with it and what he does now that he got the Lieutenants observant eyes on him. He waits for König to mention it, see how crazy it drives him, see how that tells him he was right about all this.

Ghost had his fangs out, wanting to claim what's his with every opportunity given.

König was his golden fruit that he himself had served Ghost.

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Another snake bite.

König didn't know how many he already had and stopped counting at some point. He has to do something about this, not able to stand any of this any second longer, he just didn't know what, but he was sure he would fully lose his mind if this continued. He needed answers. Absentmindedly making circles around his room wrecking his brain over everything, over Ghost, was getting to him.

And of course, anytime he even dared to think about him, he was there.

Leaning against a wall in a corridor leading to the barracks was the snake itself, Ghost in all his might, resting against the wall as if he had been waiting for König to find him, always knowing his every next step. It wasn't to Königs surprise, therefore his lack of reaction to Ghost apart from averting his gaze after the tiniest amount of eye contact. He took a few steps forward, standing in front of -but not too close- to Ghost, who was only looking at him with a tilted head, as if he's waiting for the other to speak up. And so König did, to the best of his abilities. 'You-' König trailed off. Ghost waited patiently, look as monotone as ever, but giving him a small raise of his eyebrows, encouraging him to continue. 'Why- What are you doing ?' König blurted out, unable to properly put his thoughts in order and verbalise them. He gave Ghost a look that held confusion for the most part but also a hidden, barely noticeable hint of desperation. He was desperate for an answer, for his mind to stop spinning and wrapping around his brain, for Ghost to stop being so much and not enough at once.

At that, Ghost lightly pushed himself off the wall, straightening up and unfolding his arms. König unwillingly immediately tensed up at the change of composure, eyes jumping around everywhere on Ghost, unsure what to expect. 'Only what you seemingly wanted me to do. You wanted my attention, didn't you? Now you have it.'

Another bite, König could feel the fangs sink deep into his flesh, latched onto it. It was now on him to either remove the snake or see to which ring of hell it may take him with its venom. He froze, eyes widening slightly at Ghost's words, now definitely having all of his doubts confirmed: Ghost knows. He knows too well, and he has for a while now. Not registering his surroundings as much, he didn't notice Ghost stepping closer to him until he felt himself backing a step away on reflex. He didn't really know what to say, he just continued staring at Ghost, baffled and dazed. Ghost took yet another step forward, making König now realise that he was in fact purposely trying to push him back into a corner, with not even a word exchanged. 'I can see how you've been staring at me, König. It's not hard to notice really.' Ghost spoke, low as ever, now having König hit his back against the wall, successfully being backed into a corner by Ghost.

Ghost was not only stepping into his personal space mentally but now also physically. Making that even more apparent when he took a final step forward towards a bewildered looking König, leaned in close enough that they were mere inches apart and reached around the other. Königs chest raised as he sucked in a sharp breath, not quiet enough to go unnoticed by Ghost who just gave him an indifferent look. His hands immediately flew up, about to almost grab onto the other when he noticed him pulling his hand back and turning away from him, key card now in his hand and that's when König realised it. They were on the end of the barracks right in front of his room, Ghost had reached around to take his key card from him so he could open the door.

Doing so, Ghost pushed the door open with no regards of invading someone's room and privacy without permission. Before König could even protest or say anything, he was pulled inside by Ghost grabbing a hold of his sniper mask and effectively tugging him along with him, turning around to close the door once they're inside, even locking it. Upon noticing that, Königs nervousness just grew tenfold, he gulped.

Königs eyes never left Ghost, he's tense, unsure of what to expect from the other. And when Ghost returns that eye contact it almost has him crumbling, but Ghost taking a step forward is what made his knees feel weak. He wasn't able to step away for long before he felt his back hit the wall and he broke eye contact out of reflex, looking at the wall next to him. Ghost had him cornered again effectively, König tried looking at everything except the other in front of him, trying to make out what exactly is going on here. There's that miniscule, sharp part in him that is intrigued by this, even trying to break through his frontal cortex with wild fantasies that spurred on that flame in him even more. In an attempt to shy away these slowly creeping up thoughts König shifted ever so slightly, as if physically batting away the metaphorical fly that was his own mind.

And suddenly Ghost had a significant amount of weight pressed on König with his arm on the other's chest, making König snap his attention fully back to Ghost again. 'Always so fidgety, even outside of the range.' Ghost remarked, looking at König just as indifferent as before, but with his head now tilted. Intrigued. 'You wanted my attention, soldier. Now you have it, let's see what you do with it.' König could feel that snake bite even harder, now definitely not letting go of him unless he puts up a significant fight. He's put on the spotlight, put to see if he interprets this correctly, to see what his mind is capable of asking from him, to see what he does with that. His eyes are wide, and he's staring absolutely bewildered, looking for something, anything in Ghosts eyes that tells him exactly what he wants, tells him if this is actually something he wants or just a way to figure out what it is only to cut it down immediately, shun it out and ask him to fucking stop this before it gets too far . The pressure on his chest lifted ever so slightly and König took in a shaky breath he didn't notice he needed.

Ghost was now not looking at Königs eyes anymore, but his vest while tracing slow fingers over it, unusually soft and slow. It feels obscene to have that coming from Ghost the fearsome Lieutenant, stone cold as ever. And König doesn't know if he is to believe it, or if this is another plot. Who knows, maybe this is the perfect way to attack prey, slow, careful, quiet. Close enough to finally attack and get what it wants. And it did that.

Ghost, seemingly unhappy with Königs reaction or rather lack thereof, grabbed his sniper mask again (was he really that into grabbing onto things?), forcefully pulled it down, used that momentum of shock to knock Königs legs apart more only to slot a bit too close for comfort , knee between his legs and use his other hand to steady himself on Königs arm. Ghost now had him pinned, physically and mentally, because König in no way ever had a response to this or a proper reaction other than a twitch and light squeal that involuntarily left his throat, quickly grabbing onto the others shoulders before he could even think about it.

König felt dazed, hazy, all and everything was too much. And his Lieutenant staring deeply into his eyes did not make it any better, lastly causing König to squeeze his eyes shut, heavy breath resting uncomfortably against the inside of his mask. 'Hell, you were the one that was practically begging for my attention, and now that you have it, you do nothing with it. Pathetic.' That made König snap his eyes open again, now fully holding eye contact with Ghost. Oh, oh , he seemed pissed . And a part of König jumped in the low of his gut, horrified and enthralled.

'You make it too obvious not to do anything about it. Your looks, your body language, everything just screams that you're obsessed.' 'L-Lieutenant-' Ghost lifted his knee higher up with force, making König yelp in surprise and twitch, grip on his shoulders tightening significantly, effectively shutting him up. König was barely able to hold back an embarrassing whimper, the look in his eyes breaking and letting that embarrassing bit sicker through ever so slightly. Ghost was now partly squinting his eyes, piercing glare never leaving König. 'You want it, you made that obvious. And I'm offering it, so take it and do something .' Instead of the snake biting down harder, a second one König never anticipated appeared biting just as violently. Even if Ghost said it was an offering, it did not feel like one. König felt like the offering, sprawled out, glazed in shining gold and delectable for whoever it may interest. Almost like a sacrifice, sweet and alluring. Königs head was swimming again, he couldn't take it anymore. This was too much yet not enough of what he was anticipating. He got everything and almost nothing at the same time.

But something about this made him snap.

His Lieutenant having him pinned against a wall, face so close to his that he could count every shiny pale eyelash if he so desired, knee between his legs dangerously close to fraternisation if they haven't already crossed that line already by now, and a look in his eyes that showed wrath and coldness on the outside but if you stared long enough you could spot the tiniest fraction of something else in there. Patience. He was waiting, waiting for something, disciplined and persistent on getting what he wants. And by god if that look of danger and everything screaming at him to run and hide didn't immediately send sparks down his spine, made his burning blood in his veins rush south.

Any thought or fantasy König might have ever had was slowly materialising, crystallising before his very eyes and he cracked.

Ghost noticed that split moment in which there was a change in Königs eyes, now fully being emerged in that raging flame that was within the other. He can see the obvious obsession, real and in its purest form blazing, waiting to be unleashed and take Ghost and only Ghost with it. It was all targeted towards Ghost and he was enraptured . The sheer power and focused energy that was behind all that was enchanting, immersing. He wanted to have that, to capture it as his. For him and him only to see, it was addicting. He needed to see it all, in its entirety with no restraints. He wanted to be the gasoline to that fire, wanted to actively make it glisten and rage in all its glory. Wanted to be the one to ignite it in the first place, see it quickly and ever so astoundingly become something bigger rapidly. He had to capture that, keep it for himself, like the fire on Olympus was kept there by the gods themselves. He wanted to be prometheus who dared take it, but unlike him never share, keeping every last bit of it selfishly for himself.

There was a feeble shift in the air, almost too little to notice unless you focused on it entirely, but it captured both König and Ghost within it. Every sound became so much more louder that even the pin prick of a needle falling to the ground would've been able to be heard. Both of their pupils were blown wide with raging fires now burning behind them at display for only the other to witness. Their breathing was shallow and hitched, almost unnoticeable but so very apparent to both of them. The falling and rising of their chests so visible and every bit of movement and touch felt electrifying on their skins. Now with all that, they could both watch and feel it unfold.

Raw obsession and possession.

A match made somewhere that's for sure.

Permission was wordlessly granted by both of them to each let all of their feelings and desires overtake any rational part of their brain, to act with no worries or doubts. In an instant Ghost leaned in closer, just to see what König does with it and he was met with nothing less than expected. Königs hands wandered upwards and he cupped Ghost's face with them, staring at him through the material of his mask. The ghost's hand that was steadying himself on Königs arm leaped up and grabbed Königs wrist, hard. The other mildly winced at that, but made no effort to move it away, eyes never leaving Ghosts. Ghost enjoyed that pained look a little too much to equal what he assumed he enjoyed. He could feel Königs bones under his grip from how hard he had his wrist in his grasp, exciting the thought of wanting to feel more of the other a little. He wanted to feel and claim every last bit there was to König, wanted to tear his skin open, see every vein and every bone that lies underneath that, feel it for himself and make himself a home in that. He didn't notice how he was mindlessly rubbing circles into the others wrist until König shifted a little, the tiniest change in his breathing bringing to awareness again in what kind of position they were.

Ghost let go of Königs wrist and put his hand in front of his own face and gently bit at the tip of his gloved finger, taking the fabric beneath his teeth and pulled it off, never breaking eye contact with König whose only reaction was a shaky, sucked in breath and ever so slightly tightening grip on the others face. Ghost discarded the glove on the floor, uncaring where it landed, and took his now free hand and slowly moved it along Königs chest and held in just at the hem of his mask, a silent way of asking for permission. No matter what desires existed within Ghost, he had no intention of taking more than what was given and making König uncomfortable. König just eyed him somewhat fearsomely. 'Just don't take it off, please.' He pleaded quietly and in that moment Ghost swore himself he would never do anything that was against Königs wishes, may he be smitten by any higher power that existed if he ever dared to do that. As endearing as it sounds, part of Ghost also just did not want to harm or break his prized possession in any way.

As much as König would allow Ghost to do anything to him he desired, he still held onto that mask dearly, and so he assumed does Ghost, considering his iron grip when König even came close to his mask. Ghost's hand continued upward and snaked its way under Königs mask and right at the crook of his neck, hand resting just where his hair would start. König shivered from the feeling of Ghost's cold, callused hand resting there. And Ghost was enraptured, absentmindedly he started thumbing at the bit of hair he could feel, wanting to claim and have it as his, sweet and yet so possessive. In a heartbeat, Ghost put his other hand under Königs mask and now was just feeling his neck and throat up, roaming his hands everywhere he could reach. Up the back of his head and into his hair, and hell was it soft, Ghost wanted to pull it. And so he did, abruptly, causing König to gasp and throw his head back, following where Ghost pulled. His back arched slightly, causing him to be pushed even more onto Ghost's thigh, which never left the space between his legs, and he slightly shook from the friction. Ghost just stared, bewildered, taking in every little thing he sees. Time felt so slow.

He let go of Königs hair and instead went back to letting his hands wander under the other's mask, now feeling up his neck, higher until he reached his chin and ever so slowly let his hands float over his face, touch featherlight. He felt a slight stubble underneath his fingers and he just had to see it. He continued and gently swiped his fingers over Königs lips, feeling just how soft they were. Ghost was full focus, only concentrating on what he could feel with his hands, on König he felt under his hands. The urge to roughly pull at his face and never let it be further than mere inches away from his own face was strong. König could do nothing but stare, stare at how Ghost was feeling him up, gazing at where his hand was roaming as if he could see under the mask, full focus. And hell, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't the hottest thing ever. That alone sent electrifying sparks down his spine.

Ghost suddenly stopped, now snapping his eyes back at König, asking him 'can you take off the mask?', even though coming from him in that cold tone it was more a demand than a request. And König would happily oblige, taking his hands away from his Lieutenants face and putting them at the hem of his mask, lifting it up slowly just above his nose where he let it rest. And now Ghost could see what he had felt before, the light ginger stubble, the soft, chapped lips, the textured face. He was mesmerised . König lowered his hands and went back to resting them on Ghost, but now at the hem of his mask, gripping slightly and giving him a look, silently pleading for him to also take it off. And Ghost did, also lifting it to only over the bridge of his nose, and when he looked back up he saw König wide eyed, lips slightly parted as if he was not expecting Ghost to actually do it, as if he was unable to take in everything he sees in front of him.

König put his hands on Ghost's face, pulling him slightly closer as if to see him better. He drank up every bit he could see, wanting, no, needing more. Ghost put his hand back on the back of Königs neck and they could both feel the tension thickening in the air, time slowed to a halt and everything seemed so tense and vulnerable, just gaping at each other deeply. And suddenly it snapped, time went by quicker than ever, the needle was dropped and broke the silence. Like a snake’s attack and a fire’s gasoline being poured they dived in. Teeth almost knocking at each other, Ghost was the first to connect their lips, König reciprocating soon after. It was more than tender, seemingly hungry and desperate from both of them. The sheer force of Ghost pressing against him squeezed König impossibly further back into the wall. Ghost bared his teeth and took Königs lip between them, biting down harsher than intended but not harsh enough to draw blood and König groaned lightly, eyes closed, scrunching. The only thing forcing them to separate was a desperate need for air and both parted, staring at each other wide eyed, panting.

It didn't last long before Ghost went in for more, now way more assertive than before, tongue eagerly begging for entrance. And König just as eagerly let him, feeling how Ghost explored each bit of his mouth with his tongue until the cold touch of a metal ball made König snap his eyes open and slightly pull away, earning a questioning look from Ghost. But not for long because within seconds Ghost understood Königs surprise, and he stuck his tongue out to proudly show the metal barbel pierced through it, letting it click against his teeth with a smirk plastered on his lips and König was infatuated , sucking in a sharp breath and eyes zeroing in on the metal ball. König was so desperate to feel it all over him and on him again that he made a quick mouth to connect their lips again.

Ghost let him, enjoying the desperation on Königs face, it was admittedly a good look on him. The hand on the back of Königs head was now resting tightly in his hair, fierce grip making it all seem so much more desperate. Ghost suddenly pulled away, surprising König who let out a wet moan, parting from Ghost's lips again. He shivered and involuntarily grinded against the other's thigh, causing him to whimper quietly. Ghost took advantage of how openly bared Königs neck was by immediately attacking it with his mouth. König wept at that, hand now flying to tightly grip at Ghosts shoulders again, eyes scrunching closed, and lips sealed tightly, attempting to stop any sound from coming out. Ghost was ravishing his neck, not leaving any spot untouched, marking everything he can reach. From wet kisses, to dragging his tongue across and letting the barbel scrape across his skin, to sucking and biting. He had König shivering and writhing under him and it just fired up that flame within him so much more. A certain spot just below his jaw under his ear made König let out a breathy whine, even through sealed lips and it drove Ghost insane. He needed to hear it.

Ghost pulled back from Königs neck just a bit so he could speak, breath still hitting the others wet neck coldly, causing him to tremble. 'Don't, I want to hear every sound you make.' And Ghost emphasised that by taking his hand and putting a finger on Königs mouth, slightly pushing. König’s embarrassment was big enough for him to hesitate and Ghost was not having it. He went back to assaulting Königs neck while he gently caressed his lower lip with his finger. It seemed sweet but it was nothing more than a false promise because unexpectedly Ghost shifted his knee higher up between Königs legs, right against his crotch and the bulge that was slowly forming, earning a startled moan. He took that opportunity to slot his finger in Königs mouth, making him unable to hide any further sound from leaving him.

Ghost was now drawing circles with his knee while attacking Königs neck with his mouth, finger in his mouth keeping it open. It was so much for König, every sensation like fire on him and he couldn't help but grind right into his Lieutenants thigh, desperate, pathetic whimpers and whines leaving his mouth now unfiltered. It was more than he had ever imagined, every little part of him inside beaming and burning brightly. His head was swimming, so utterly overstimulated and satisfied in one. He almost doubled over when Ghost pressed harder up into his crotch and sucked at that one specific spot on Königs neck, a moan ripping from him louder than he anticipated and his shoulder instinctively almost pushed Ghost away from him. It was so much, almost too much. He wanted more. 'L-Lieutenant please-' He pleaded against Ghost's finger, unsure what he was asking for, but he needed something, anything. He needed everything Ghost was and had to offer.

He could feel the smirk on the other's face against his neck. Ghost bit down, hard, one last time, making König nearly scream, biting down on the finger inside his mouth on accident, but immediately letting his jaw slack upon realising. He shot his eyes back open once he felt Ghost fully retreating and nearly collapsed from how weak his knees felt, hands instantaneously grabbed onto ghost shoulders with dear life. He felt himself trembling. Ghost only looked at him in a way that could only be described as observing in the most animalistic way possible, König felt watched and threatened under his gaze, liking every second of it. Ghost only sparing König one more glance before grabbing a hold of his wrist again, hooked his foot behind Königs and pulled, not harsh enough for him to immediately fall but stumble, using the hand that was on König’s wrist to indicate for him to get on his knees. And König did with a light huff, letting go of Ghost's shoulder.

Trailing his eyes up the other's body until he met his gaze, staring down at him so menacingly it sent shivers down König’s spine. His breathing was shallow, and he felt like he was out of breath even though he hadn't done any straining physical activities. Ghost took his other hand and brought it back to Königs face, cupping his chin and tracing his thumb along the slightly gaped mouth of his. He didn't even ask before he slid his finger inside his mouth again, only slightly this time so it was resting half on his lips and half on his teeth. Ghost, without taking his eyes off of König’s, lifted his boot and unexpectedly put it between Königs legs again, making the other snap his eyes at the boot before his face was pulled up again rather roughly by Ghost. Ghost leaned in a little, applying more pressure on Königs cock causing him to whine lowly. Ghost lowered his face further until it wasn't far away from Königs, taking his chin and lifting his face further up as if to meet his own. And that's when König realised just what Ghost was about to do.

Staring for a hot second and slightly pulling Königs mouth further apart, who gladly met that movement by sticking his tongue out ever so slightly, anticipating it.

And Ghost gathered enough spit on his tongue for it to slowly fall down in a trail of wet saliva, landing right on Königs tongue.

And König happily swallowed it, never letting his eyes leave Ghosts. König was enthralled, completely captured by everything Ghost was and that was all reflected in the way he stared at Ghost, eyes wide and pupils blown, looking as if Ghost was divine and an otherworldly being, utterly fascinated. And to König, it likely felt like that. 'Fucking hell-' Ghost huffed, slightly captivated by how far König would go for him. 'You really are obsessed' He trailed off. Rapidly, Ghost pressed viciously into Königs crotch. 'Good.' And König wailed , shaking, pressing up into it. He undoubtedly could not deny how insanely attractive he found Ghost to be in every way, shape or form. Fuck, he truly was obsessed, but hell if that flame wasn't consuming him from the inside, walls burning within him leaving ashy, scorched pieces behind that were ever so addicting. König only had eyes for Ghost, and Ghost wanted nothing more than to keep it that way, claim that look for him and him only. König held one hand on the boot and the other on Ghost's ankle, looking up at him as obsessed and love drunk as ever, zeroing in on Ghost and Ghost only. Ghost had to admit, it was a good fucking look on him.

And so was a messed up fucked out look.

And that's what Ghost was going for next.

But König beat him to it.

König had the desperate need to want more, have more. Ghost was undeniably making his desires stronger tenfold. He leaned forward with his face until he was resting perfectly against Ghost's crotch, slightly nuzzling against the bulge that had started to build there while looking up at the other with big eyes, panting lightly. Upon seeing that, Ghost closed his eyes briefly, corner of his mouth slightly raising to a smirk and letting out a partially disbelieving chuckle. He didn't even have to ask to know what König wanted. He removed himself from König a little, to the displeasure of König who whined a little at the loss of contact. Ghost made quick work of his belt and pulled his pants down just above his knees, exposing his boxers and thighs. And König was staring shamelessly, never having been so desperate and curious all in one.

He stepped closer to König who was now gawking up at him, wide eyed and lips parted. And if that wasn't a pretty look, Ghost didn't know what the fuck was. Lips red and swollen from being kissed and bitten so hard by Ghost, already reddening and partially purple bruises started to blossom on König neck adorned by just as many light bite marks compared to the hickies. They were all on Königs neck, meaning no one except he himself and Ghost would be able to see those, and Ghost loved it. Loved knowing that König would carry those around with him everywhere under that mask, never letting it see the day of light unless it was Ghost that exposed him.

He gently nudged his head back towards the wall, 'back.', indicating for König to back away against it again, and he did so, never standing up. His back and shoulders were now touching the wall behind him, and Ghost came so much closer again. König without thinking stretched his hands out wrapping them around the Lieutenants boot again, who just merely snickered at Königs desperate grabbing. But he granted him that, putting his boot against the other’s crotch again, teasing lightly by just having it merely graze his crotch but never fully touch. König was twitching, about to just press up into it before Ghost took a hold of the back of his head, making König stop in his tracks and look up, meeting his Lieutenants glare. His head was tilted barely, making him now notice the bulge in front of his face again, and he stared, just taking in what would be behind that thin piece of fabric. He almost instinctively darted his tongue out, trying to lick him through his underwear, but was just able to stop himself with a reminder that was Ghost grabbing his neck.

A second more of silence and Ghost took his hand back, putting his fingers between the waistband of his boxers, seeing if and how much it would drive König crazy, he was practically teasing the other with it. And it somewhat worked, considering how König just yearned to grab his thighs and pull his pants down with his bare teeth. He let out a shaky exhale, eyes fixated on Ghost's dick, anticipating what was behind that fabric. And Ghost helped his imagination by finally pulling his pants down, revealing his half hard cock with- oh fucking hell - König was going to die. Not the sheer size of it or anything, but more the barbel that was going through Ghosts dick at the head, glistening in the ugly yellow light of the room. His Ampallang piercing, he had a fucking genital piercing and it was hot . When König heard Ghost chuckling lightly he exhaled a breath he did not realise he was holding. Eager, he couldn't resist lifting his hands in order to put them on the other’s thighs. His imagination was running wild, never having been more satisfied and needy than now.

König pushed his face closer until his lips barely grazed Ghost's tip and he stuck his tongue out, welcoming it. Ghost let him, doing nothing more other than keeping a hand at the back of Königs head again, letting him do all the work. König immediately went at it, taking the tip in his wet mouth entirely, slowly, swiping a warm tongue over the slit. Ghost sucked in a breath and lightly clenched his hand on König, watching at how eagerly the other was taking him, eyes closed and soft noises leaving him. König let the piercing rest in his mouth, playing with the barbel with his tongue, absolutely bewildered. He still couldn't grasp that his Lieutenant had a piercing, let alone a dick piercing. His head was quickly starting to spiral again, all restrains and filter gone, and he continued twice as avidly after hearing those soft grunts from Ghost and feeling the hand on the back of his head gripping even harder, almost feeling like he was keeping himself from simply forcing his cock down Königs throat with no remorse.

And hell, Ghost was. The more König played with his piercing and licked his way around his cock head, the more he had to physically keep himself from doing that, even though his thoughts and urges kept screaming at him to do it, almost like a snake wrapping around his arm about to bite and do the job of just shoving the rest of his dick down his throat for him, seeing tears prick the corners of Königs eyes and seeing his flushed face as he tries to breath. Fuck, that sounded almost too good.

And he satisfied some part of him by actually pushing against the back of Königs head and guiding him down his cock, which König happily obliged to, taking more in his mouth slowly, eyes squeezing closed in the process. Ghost let out a louder groan at the sight, seeing how his dick disappeared in Königs wet and warm mouth. König with no complaints abruptly took all of him in until his nose hit the hair on his stomach line down, and Ghost snapped, cut off moan and hitched breathing. He harshly grabbed a fistful of Königs mask and put his other hand on the wall in front of him, steadying himself. König was just looking up at him with one eye closed, still very much enthralled by every reaction he could possibly get out of Ghost, a light shine of tears making themselves visible in his eyes. He looked like he was about to choke.

Seeing as how König practically is begging Ghost to do whatever he pleases with him, Ghost needed one last confirmation. 'You know you're not getting out of this once you're in it. Do you really want this?' Part of him needed confirmation, part of him needed no reason to hold back and claim entirely, letting every thought and need take control of his body and decisions. And König just made a noise causing his throat to vibrate and squeezed Ghosts thighs once, earning a hiss from his Lieutenant who took that as the last bit of evidence he needed. König had decided to let his fangs still be sunken deep into his flesh, venom already making its tingling way through his veins and into his mind. He might die. He wants to at Ghost’s hands. König offered himself up as the golden fruit and Ghost was about to ravish him. König had put himself into this situation, there's no way of getting out now.

Ghost just smirked, all of a sudden pressed his boot hard into Königs aching cock and pulled at his mask slightly, indicating for him to pull off lightly, basking at the vibrations König had sent down his cock by moaning. And König got the hint, now slowly bobbing his head up and down Ghosts cock, too slow in Ghosts opinion and he rather brutally pushed him back down again, now earning a full on gasp and cough from König, never letting go of his head and successfully having König choke on his dick, coughing, tears now streaming down his face. And König loved it, even if Ghost could very much kill him at any given moment, he still feels safe here. Maybe he wants to be killed by him.

König just knew that with or without Ghost, he was going to die. And he much rather died at Ghost's hands now. It was a fucked up mixture of a desperate want and need for the other while knowing full well he was walking right into deaths arms, basically begging to be taken out painfully and slowly. He was putting his hands in a cage with a deadly snake, knowing he just caused a leeway to get out and kill him in the process, nothing more than a tool to use to escape and roam freely.

König couldn't stand it, it felt like Ghost's mere existence was chlorine for his lungs, he felt like he was dying without Ghost but equally as much being mercilessly slaughtered if he was with Ghost. His mind was hazy, chemicals making the neurons in his brain cross wrong wires and make him think this is what he wants, a need, a desire. Love? If this fucked up amalgamation of it could even remotely be related to that. Ghost felt like a gas mask but the oxygen tank was filled with toxic chemicals, better than inhaling straight chlorine, but just as bad if not even worse. It felt like bliss in a cruel and gruesome way. König was dying with or without Ghost, just that with Ghost he would be dying at different hands. He was being torn apart nonetheless and he was desperate to have that be at Ghost's hands.

And yet through all that, König looked at Ghost like he was something divine, something otherworldly. And for all he knows he might just be. It was a shameless, focused look even he didn't know he could wear. And Ghost right out claimed it. He had to, everything König had to offer he wanted to take with no repercussions. And especially when König looked up at him through teary eyes and a reddened face, he knew he wanted it. He could do anything he wanted and König would take it all, stretch his hands out and desperately beg for more. And Ghost wanted to give him all that, give him all of the attention he had so hopelessly yearned for, making it visible and obvious to none other than Ghost, only showing him the cracks to his distorted, obsessed brain and letting him decide whether he wanted to pry it open and work with everything that was inside (which was just Ghost, always has been) or wanted to fuck right off, write him up for insubordination and rightfully kick him out.

König could feel the barbel of Ghosts piercing scratch at the insides of his throat anytime he bobbed his head up and down and it drove him insane, occupying every thought he had with that and the beautiful symphony that was the sounds he could pull from the other man. He pressed his tongue on a particular vein at the side of his cock and watched dazed how it made his Lieutenant squirm and grab at his head impossibly tighter. It was addicting. He did it a couple more times, Ghost letting him, until he was pulled off roughly and held just mere inches away from his cock, made to look up at Ghost. 'As much as I love to see your mouth on my cock, I want to feel everything that is you, Liebling ' He spoke, voice rough from use, meanwhile pressing harshly into Königs dick. And König whimpered , not only from the boot on his cock drawing circles but also the sound of Ghost calling him that in a scuffed voice he knows he caused is more than he could bear and he was whining, mouth agape and eyes impossibly wide. Fucking hell, when did he learn that? And the Lieutenant seemingly knew what kind of reaction that would pull from König, judging by the nasty ever growing smirk on his face.

Ghost took off his boot in order to step away from König and König took too long to register his body's reaction to stop it, immediately holding onto Ghost's boot like a lifeline; as if he was about to just vanish and become gas between his fingers. Ghost just chuckled, amused by his reaction before he took a hold of Königs shoulders in order to pull him up to stand. And König did with shaky knees, holding onto Ghost's biceps now and absentmindedly noting how toned they were and strong they felt under his hands. That also reminded him just how clothed both of them still were. And as if Ghost was able to read his thoughts, of course he could, he was basically living in his head , he reached a hand out to make work of the taller’s vest and rid him off it. And König let him, just intensely watching how his arms looked during that. Once it was off he felt a tinge of relief wash over him, now noticing just how heavy the vests were again.

He then urged to return the favour, observing how Ghost would wordlessly react to that and see nothing stopping him so he continued. His eyes were now glued onto the others chest as he slowly snaked a hand up his vest to the straps, releasing them and taking off his vest, discarding it somewhere on the side next to his own, a pile of clothing slowly starting to form there. But König kept his gaze focused on Ghost's torso as if he could see through the fabric of his clothing. He went to put his hands back on his upper body when he felt Ghost taking his one wrist and stopping him, forcing his eyes to snap up to look at Ghost's face. Ghost merely held the gaze as he now pulled his top over his head and dumped that on the pile of clothing next to them, exposing his bare chest with every scar and indent there was to see, every bullet hole and burn mark. And König was enraptured, he wanted to trace his bare fingers over each scar, feel it under his callused tips, lick and kiss every scar and see how they become red again, covered in wet spots from him.

Speaking of, König quickly took off his gloves almost too eagerly that it could be embarrassing but he didn't have enough brain to care. He went to put his hands on Ghost's torso, cupping his chest and feeling the soft flesh. Ghost’s tits were plump and meaty, feeling incredibly soft and bouncy under Königs grip who couldn't help but squeeze them a couple of times, completely infatuated. He didn't notice his intense stare until Ghost, mildly flustered, tugged on Königs top, him never having noticed his hands there, and he let go just so he could take off his own clothes. He discarded the article of clothing on the pile. And now Ghost was staring, just as taken back by Königs figure. He never got a chance to look under the gear so of course he would be taken back. The only difference between their looks is that Ghosts was animalistic, almost hungry, and he dived in with no questions asked, immediately gaping and licking at Königs chest.

König let out a startled noise, not expecting any of that. Ghost wanted to make sure he was also covered in marks under his clothes, making sure he carries that everywhere with him, any reflection in the mirror reminiscent of Ghost and Ghost's hands, lips, teeth, everything on him. Completely surrounded and taken by Ghost. Ghost now had his hands in a vice grip on Königs waist, practically pulling him in and lightly grinding into him. Not wanting to break his frantic attack of Königs upper body, he slid his one hand towards his belt, tugging on it rather aggressively, basically demanding him to take it off. And König used his hands to undo his belt in the midst of Ghost sinking his teeth in and gliding his tongue across everything within reach. He was choking back whimpers and whines -especially when he felt the cold metal scrape against his nipple, having him choke back a howl- unintentionally again by biting his own lip, only noticing when Ghost practically growled against his skin and told him not to hide any sounds otherwise he'll get them out of him less forgivingly , and a concerning part of König almost wanted him to do that, wanted Ghost to break him down, destroy him and glue him back together using himself as the adhesive.

His belt undone, he attempted to pull his pants down when Ghost went ahead and grabbed them with both his hands, seemingly wanting to do that for him. And he did, forcing himself to break off his assault of the other’s chest, pulling them down entirely and letting König step out of them. That's when he got a look at just how hard and wet König was, obvious big stain on his pants from leaking so much, and all of that without any real touch. Ghost was amused and bewildered, just seeing how desperate he truly was and only with his body this time. Ghost went ahead and put a hand on the other's waist, slowly sneaking its way towards his waistband and resting there, only one finger slipped behind the barrier. König held his breath to Ghost's liking, he loved every little reaction he could pull out of him by doing the simplest, smallest things or merely existing. He loved it, thrived for it.

All too suddenly he slipped his hands in entirely and took a rather rough hold of the base of Königs dick, making him squeal in surprise and squirm from the sudden sensation. He was undoubtedly painfully hard at this point, leaking profusely from his tip. Not caring enough to take his underwear off, Ghost nothing but lazily stroked König in his clothes, having the other panting at the mere friction and gripping tightly at his shoulders. König had his eyes closed now, eyebrows furrowed, and Ghost was not having it. He took his hand out, making König gasp and snap his eyes open, looking directly at Ghost. He took both his hands and quickly pulled down Königs underwear, having him step out of it before he went back in, hand around his cock, hard and pressed even closer together. König could feel the air coming from Ghost's breathing and it made him shiver. Ghost, now fully observing Königs dick, took his thumb and dragged it across a vein on the side with added pressure, making him hiss and squint his eyes. Ghost continued, now taking his thumb and pointer finger, the tip of Königs dick between his fingers, pinched and twisted unsuspectingly making König almost howl , closing his eyes shut and throwing his head forward, shaking.

Ghost was so captured by that sound that he needed more of it, but only under one condition. 'Look at me Schatz or all of this will stop immediately' and there it was again, a pet name that struck König in ways he didn't know was possible, but he didn't have enough brain to focus on that right now. He trembled, needy and pathetic whine leaving his throat before he finally opened his eyes looking at Ghost who just held his gaze with heavy lidded eyes, hazy in the corners, yet still so menacingly sharp. König couldn't stand the fire that was Ghost's eyes, as if he was about to be ignited the longer he looked and he only immediately forced himself to snap his attention back at Ghost with his eyes when he felt him stopping. He could see the challenge in his eyes, he of course fucking meant it when he said he would seize any contact if he stopped looking.

'Eyes on me , pretty boy' His Lieutenant huffed against the burning skin on his chest, sending König completely into the stratosphere. The pet names, the seemingly soft but incessant possessiveness, the praise . König was about to burst. And he could feel that he was close, that burning sensation deep in the lows of his gut telling him. He looked down at Ghost, desperate, pleading half lidded eyes basically asking for permission. The grasp he had on him was tightening impossibly, he was almost sure he was going to leave marks on Ghost's shoulders from how hard he was clutching. 'L-Lieutenant bitte -' He couldn't help the bit of German slipping out of him in a moment like this. His mind was clouded and in bliss, high on friction and everything that is Ghost. From a burning fire to a snake's bite and the touch of an otherworldly higher being.

Ghost only huffed, smirk clear in it, and he increased the intensity in which he jerked König off, now pressing his face more into Königs chest. And he sealed his lips around one nipple, licking and sucking on it, eliciting higher pitched moans and whimpers from the other. He could hear in his voice just how close he was. And he decided to top it off with taking his finger nail and dragging it down the slit of Königs tip, almost making him double over while gasping, a broken off moan. He took the head between his fingers again, pinched and twisted while grazing his teeth along one of Königs nipple, playing with the other with his other hand while also absentmindedly grinding into him a little with his own exposed, hard cock and it was just all too much and just perfect for König. He felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, making an attempt at saying something but it only coming out as a cut off moan from Ghost twisting again while sucking and playing with his nipples and fuck it was so much sensation all at once for König and he couldn't stop himself.

Hot, white bliss crashing over him, completely swallowing him and he came all over Ghost's hand and both their stomachs, painting it all in burning white fluid. Ghost continued lazily stroking him through his orgasm until his wrist was suddenly grasped by König as overstimulation started to hit him. Ghost took his hand away and lifted it up in front of his face, observing, eyes zeroed in on Königs cum on his hand, not noticing how he started playing with it with his fingers. Königs was watching, wide eyed, holding his breath, seeing how focused Ghost was on his own cum on his hand. And then he suddenly took it in his mouth, licking around his fingers while holding fiery eye contact with König. And fucking hell this was Königs execution, he was about to get killed right then and there. This man was murdering him like no other, no other person even with a gun to his head could possibly ever get close to the death Ghost was about to bring upon König. And hell if he wasn't the one breaking down the reapers door wailing at him to take him out, he didn't know who was.

Ghost, now done licking off all the cum on his hand to every last bit, licked his lips clean, never having broken eye contact with König. König, terribly trembling, now took a hold of Ghost's waist with both of his and pulled him just a little closer to himself, resting his head on the other's shoulder. His breath felt hot and heavy against Ghost's skin and it sent a burning sensation down his spine. Ghost allowed it, only resting his one hand on the nape of Königs neck and his other on his hip bone, smoothing the skin around there with his thumb. Even though both of them were touching each other, Ghosts touch had a different sting to it, it felt like simmering, hot coal and so addictively tender. Pure possession. And König was melting under it like ice, ice which was perfectly carved for Ghost, perfectly carved after everything he ever wanted and desired, last finalising touches made by no other than Ghost himself.

Together, it felt like they were mixing chemicals both so dangerous and oh so reactive with each other, no one would ever dare put them together on their own free will, knowing it was a promised toxin never able to be broken again. A chemical chain so strong it was a safety hazard to put them together. And yet they found each other through ash and a ricochet of bullets mixed with a fuck ton of grenades and all sorts of messed up shit. And they carried that last part with them, now entirely embracing it, embracing it in themselves and each other. Wanting to elicit and bring up that exact messed up part about each other.

König was still mildly quivering, but his breathing had calmed down to a regular pace, now just enjoying each other's presence. Ghost gently rubbed his nose against the skin between Königs shoulder and neck, letting the smell of his scent hit his nose. It smelt like military issued shampoo in the slightest mixed with the faintest hint of his personal cologne, a mere hint of sweat and something else that made Ghost just as wild and active as before. He reeked of sex and Ghost, his spit, his scent, everything. And Ghost now unintentionally meekly pushed his hips forward, not having enough time to think about it before his hands tightened on König ever so slightly. It urged König to think for a second before the weight of Ghost’s still hard and neglected cock made itself apparent again, causing Königs face to heat up.

He cautiously and tenderly let his one hand glide over Ghosts skin, touch tantalisingly light, until he reached the base of his cock with his fingers, teasing the hair there with circular motions, other hand mirroring that movement on his hip. Ghost merely groaned, clenching his teeth in the slightest. He was physically fighting himself from twitching once he felt König pull gentle fingers over the length of his cock, simply tracing it all the way to the tip, letting his thumb cover it before he abruptly, with a hint of pressure, starting making circular motions, basking in the gasp and tremble he pulled from his lieutenant with that. König was amazed just how reactive he was. Ghost was seconds away from sinking his teeth into König again, but the man really was out for it. He was tempting the snake he knew was not afraid to bare its teeth and make a home with them in his skin.

König, now playing with the marbles of Ghosts piercing, still had his head on Ghosts shoulder, but now tilted, looking at the crook of ghosts neck with heavy lidded eyes. Ghost murmured something unintelligible under his breath, and König, smug on pulling such reactions from Ghost, asked just what it was that he said with a tad too proud, soft, low voice. And oh if that did not set something within Ghost aflame. Grabbing a fistful of Königs hair at the back he harshly pulled him away, enough for him to have to look down into Ghosts daggering eyes, mere inches away from his, as he lowly and darkly spoke, voice laced with pure intend and a risk he may have to rethink about taking. 'I will fuck you like this against the wall, uncaring if you're overstimulated with knees shaking, threatening to give in. I will not stop even if I have you crying under me, in fact, you would look so much better like that under me.'

And hell, König was thinking about taking that challenge more than once. But not in the way of not taking it but more like- his breathing caught in his throat, eyes widening and mouth agape, hands glued to Ghost having seized all motion. He might as well have been set ablaze in that given second because his heart and skin sure felt like it, the ever stinging burning in his throat seemingly not having been enough for him. He wanted more, wanted to throw himself in that open flame and be entirely consumed, not a single patch of him left not devoured by it. König was taken off guard by the sudden feeling of Ghost's lips on his, him having surged forward as a result of Königs reaction.

This time it was entirely filled with lust, hungry for more, capturing his lips between teeth. He was happily meeting it with the eagerness of his own, biting back and pushing against him, hands now having found themselves on Ghost's face, pulling him impossibly closer. He could even taste the faintest flavour of his own cum on Ghosts tonge and fucking hell was it filthy that he felt his own dick twitch at that. Fire against fire, a blizzard against a storm, they were both forces unable to be held back by anything other than themselves and the other. Ghost now greedily rutted against König, hard dick chasing friction accompanied with low moans and groans. They broke off with their lungs desperate for oxygen yet eyes still so hungry for more.

Against either of their liking Ghost broke away from their touch to go to Königs bedside table to retrieve lube from where he expected it to be. König only gave him a flushed look as if embarrassed to admit he had that even after all they have done. Ghost approached König again, now bottle in one hand, putting the other on Königs waist and drawing calming circles with his thumb. 'I have no intention of hurting my prized possession like that unless it asks me to' He said with a sickeningly sweet voice and eyes laced in dark claim, sounding so sweet yet biting so hard. Ghost took one look at the bottle to see it was water based and strawberry flavoured, how endearing he thought to himself. He popped the cap open and poured a generous amount on his hand before he let it fall to the floor ungracefully, encasing his dick and spreading the lube on it.

He made an effort to put somewhat of a show on for König knowing he would be staring. And he was proven right when he glanced upwards to König who was zeroing in on his hand on his dick. He pulled off, giving his hand one look before he swiped his tongue across it, picking up some lube and feeling the utterly sweet taste of it in his mouth. He swallowed, intrigued by the flavour. 'Hmm, almost as sweet as you'. König was absolutely flabbergasted by what he had just seen and heard because it sounded so foreign coming from Ghost, who only sneered at Königs reaction, putting both his hands on either side of his hips while aligning his dick with his entrance.

He squeezed once, wordlessly asking the still profusely flustered König if he's ready, him only nodding once and placing both his hands on Ghost's shoulders steadying himself. And by hell he needed in when he felt Ghost slowly push inside and felt the barbel enter him, he made sure to treasure that feeling cause fuck was that new and enticingly addictive. He grasped onto Ghost now, breath hitched and lightly twitching. Ghost then ever so slowly fully bottomed out, halting, giving König the chance to adjust. And König gladly took the time to do that, shoulders lifted and head hovering over Ghost's shoulder, slumped forward. He took a few moments to catch his breath, steady himself before he started planting mindless kisses on Ghost's shoulders and now letting his hands trail down to his biceps and giving those a weak squeeze, indicating that he could move now.

But Ghost wasn't taking that. 'I need your words, Schatz . Tell me.' And König shook again at that petname, trembling delicately before he forced his mouth open. 'Please- Ghost bitte, I need you to move.' He was trying to keep his voice levelled, but it still came out meek and miserable. But in all honesty König didn't want to be any different knowing just how much Ghost wanted him like that. And Ghost granted him that, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside and abruptly pushing back inside again until he was bottomed out, making König throw his head back with a sharp gasp. 'Attaboy, König' He whispered against Königs skin, smirk evident, before repeating the movement, setting a brutal, unforgivable pace.

König was holding onto Ghost like a lifeline, not only trying to steady himself but also make himself able to take Ghost's punishing speed and roughness. He could feel the sting even with a generous amount of lube, and it caused tears to prick his eyes. That was until Ghost chose a slightly different angle and hit a certain bundle of nerves causing König to see stars and let out a lewd, loud moan. Ghost was now nipping at Königs chest again with his mouth, licking and scraping his teeth along his skin.

Soon enough, the pain overlapped with the pleasure and some wires had to get mixed up and crossed because now even the biting only elicited deep rupturing moans and whines from him, unable to fathom what exactly he was feeling because everything was becoming too much again. The overstimulation from before coming back to him with his half hardened cock, his overly sensitive nipples knowing no rest from Ghosts burning mouth and hands, and oh fuck everything felt like too much all at once. He couldn't even place if it was good or not, he just knew it was a lot .

König hadn't even noticed he was actually crying until Ghost placed a careful hand on his cheek, gently wiping away the tears now spilling free from his eyes after a sob. König hadn't even noticed the tears until Ghost made him aware of it. He could still feel everything, feel Ghost leaving and entering again, could feel his throat becoming painfully hoarse from earlier and his frantic moaning now, could feel every second Ghost hit that bundle of nerves. Yet it all felt so distant .

His head was swimming,  losing himself in everything, unable to really recognize his body as his own anymore. He wanted to move and do something, anything. Move, talk, anything. He felt like he was put on pause even though his body was clearly emitting reactions from him. He felt Ghosts tender kisses now on his neck until he went over that one specific spot between his neck and ear, sending a spark down Königs spine causing him to come crashing down again, now every little feeling coming back tenfold and he whined terribly loud, shaking, even startling Ghost a bit. But he took it as something good, not having stopped his movement.

König was now entirely back again, that hazy cloud of toxins having left his brain space, now being replaced by a sweet cloud of pure bliss and pleasure. He was now a trembling mess of whimpers and high pitched moans, unable to hold back anything, not that ghost wanted him to anyway. He was now fully hard again, already having beads of cum leaking from his tip. Every movement made König bounce a little, now happily meeting Ghosts thrusts with his hips moving against them, matching his rhythm. He was in ecstasy, every touch so magnetising and electrifying that he craved more. He could feel his second orgasm approaching again, now the feeling of overstimulation adding onto everything else he was already feeling, making it all seem so flamingly hot and good.

He was completely surrounded by Ghost, his scent, feeling him, his touch, everything. And he cherished it all, wanted it burned into his skin and the feeling engraved into his brain. He was chasing to have it all be locked away deep in his brain, in the back of it somewhere where only he had access to it and replay it anytime he desired. Ghost had now moved back to abusing Königs nipples but this time focusing on the other one with his mouth, always having had a thing for symmetry and it giving him an excuse to mark König further, put claim over him like no one else could. He sucked and mildly bit on it, playing with it between his teeth and absolutely thriving in every sweet moan he could rip from Königs throat.

He was putty in his hands and fuck if it wasn't beautiful. Königs head entirely swimming, now in a mist of every sweet toxic chemical that was Ghost and so agonisingly, tantalisingly addictive he couldn't take it anymore. Even the smell was all just Ghost, everything he could feel, smell, see, taste, anything really. Each of his senses were occupied with Ghost and only Ghost, even his mind having no space left that did not resemble Ghost in any way. Hell, it was so much and so good that König was just burning, on fire with all of it, so utterly in ecstasy that he was trembling and moaning, nothing else able to be pulled from him. He was so overwhelmed and fuck, craving for so much impossibly more. And in a way his silent begging was heard by Ghost who just kissed him deeply, everything so sloppy, fluids smeared with their frantic kissing.

The air was filled with the noise of skin slapping and moans and groans evoking from both of them, filthy and unashamed. They had nothing to be ashamed of when it was just them, uncaring if they were loud enough to fill the entirety of the barracks with an echo of their animalistic fucking. It was just them in this toxin filled bubble, nothing more than them occupying each other's brains and bodies. König was now letting out a plea of even higher pitched moans and begging, uttering Ghost's name between their messy kissing. He was close, he could feel it, so very close. And Ghost seemingly was as well judging from how his thrusts were getting more uncoordinated and frantic. He took a hold of Königs cock and stroked him with a vice grip, making König nearly cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

He was now panting and whining, attempting to keep up with kissing Ghost who was merely groaning in his mouth. It only took a couple more harsh strokes and one twist of the head of Königs dick again to have him cry out in pleasure, all sounds greedily swallowed by Ghosts mouth, and come again all over their stomachs and Ghosts hand, coating it in cum for a second time while uttering his name. Ghost quickly let go of Königs cock when he felt him shake violently, overstimulation now quickly starting to nip at him again. He continued thrusting a few more times, now holding up most of Königs body weight slumped against him by himself. His movement became sloppier and slower again before he buried himself deep inside one more time and came, head resting against König and groaning loudly, a lingering attempt at saying Königs name dying out on his tongue.

Ghost stopped his movement leisurely and they stood there in each other's arms, trying to regain their breathing and getting their hearts to thump at a regular pace again. Ghost was still holding up the majority of Königs weight, not particularly bothered by him resting against him. They remained there for a moment longer, just bathing in each other's presence and the calm atmosphere around them. But only for as long as the time was given because now it was getting mildly uncomfortable, both standing and how they could feel each other's cum beginning to dry and stick.

Ghost lightly tapped on Königs shoulder twice, indicating him to move. König sluggishly moved his head away from Ghost's shoulder, eyes dazed clearly in the afterglow of sex already. Ghost slowly pulled out of König, causing him to hiss at the empty feeling, barbel pulling out -which he still was absolutely fascinated with- and pain he could feel lingering that will haunt him afterwards. Good . He did want that. Ghost moved the two of them towards Königs unmade bed and let him sit down, saying he'd be back in just a second.

Ghost removed himself to quickly go into the restroom and run a washcloth under lukewarm water, returning back to König who at this point had already laid down, eyes closed and body slump. Ghost only sighed at the sight, slight smile tugging at his lips and he allowed it. He slowly went over Königs inner thighs with the cloth, making the man twitch from the wet feeling, wiping away every excess there was. He let his hand wander over his thigh, still amazed at how he caused all of this, taking it all in and memorising it.

That's also something they cherished about each other, neither of them were a different person after all this. They still very much look at everything and say that it was them, their handiwork and doing, looking at every bruise, every mark with the same adornment as before. The same possessiveness and obsessiveness as before. Neither of them regretted or second guessed anything they have done, in fact, they looked at it proud and prideful. Neither of them were afraid of anything they have done, not regretting ever having done this in the first place. And they enjoy that.

That was also exactly the look Ghost was giving König when he saw his own now drying cum leak out of him while cleaning up. He couldn't help wiping his finger over it, almost earning a smack from König for the trouble who groaned at that, half seriously. Ghost only smiled, ever so enthralled by everything he was seeing in front of him, by König he was seeing in front of him. Once he was done cleaning off König he went to clean himself before he felt a light grip on his wrist from König who looked at him half tired, yet still awake enough to want to do it for him. Ghost found it amusing.

He gave König the cloth and properly set himself up on the bed, now letting König clean him up. As much as König was exhausted, he still enjoyed this moment dearly. He gently wiped down every dried cum that was on and around Ghost's dick, making sure to only apply gentle pressure. He cleaned off the dried fluid on his stomach with the same tenderness, making sure to really get all of it. When Ghost looked at König, really looked at him and saw just how focused he was, full energy on this task now, he could see where else he noticed that. Apart from on the field, he also held that same focus when he was with or even around Ghost, all directed towards no other than Ghost, and he treasured that. Knowing it was just for him and appreciative to be on the receiving end of that focus. As enticing as it was, it also was just as fascinating to observe.

König had now moved onto Ghost's hand which was still covered in lube and dried cum, having forgotten to clean that in the sink before, too focused on taking care of König first. König wiped the rag over his hand and fingers, making sure to get every last bit, before he threw the cloth away, it landing somewhere near the bed on the floor and went back to focusing all on Ghost's hand. He took it in his with both of his and went over each scar and irregularity he saw with weightless fingers, taking in how it felt under his calloused fingers.

König looked, mesmerised, obsessed with it as if he hadn't seen them before. But he still took his time to compassionately caress all of them. He then suddenly with no further warning tugged on Ghost's hand gently as he let himself sink into the mattress, exhausted, pulling Ghost with him, him letting out a small sigh before he, to Königs disapproval, got up to turn off the lights and pull the covers over them. König immediately turned towards Ghost, very tiredly with his eyes closed, and draped his arm over his waist, burying his face in his chest. Reasonable in his mind because it was warm and soft, perfect to rest on.

Ghost allowed it, doing nothing more than pulling each of their masks down to comfortably rest on their faces, then putting his own arm around Königs head and pulling him ever so slightly closer, now the two of them comfortably resting in Königs bed, entangled in each other. It seemed so foreign coming from the two of them yet so eerily fitting. Like something the two of them could and would only experience with each other. Their match made in fuck knows where may also experience tenderness and comfort, that being proven by the two of them dozing off after showing just how far they could and would go for each other. Seeing how disturbingly well they were made for each other and longed for each other.

It was truly something.