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“This is all your fault and I hope you burn in hell.” Ghost spat, glaring at the blazing whiteness outside.
“Come on Ghostie, it’s not like we could predict the weather y’know.”
From his place on the couch, Mace grinned mockingly at him. König signed defeatedly from his place in the tiny kitchen, against the island.
“Must we antagonise each other? We will be stuck here at least another day. Or more. Let us not start fights we cannot finish.” The Austrian’s thick accent dripped off his words as he tried to calm the two hotheads down.
“Speak for yourself. I always come on top when fighting with little ghostie here.” Mace drawled.
“You wish. We all know who the better fighter here is. And it’s not you, Mace . In fact, that tall bastard there provides a better challenge than you ever did.” Ghost retaliated.
“That’s not a nice thing to say to a man who was by your side for three years.” The american pouted. For a man of Mace’s size, he still finds a way to pull off a kicked dog expression. (Not that Ghost would fall for it again.)
“Keyword, was .” He grounded out. The two got on like a house on fire. Exhilarating at first before it burnt down into bitter ashes for him to choke on.
König watched the conversation like a tennis game, looking like he was a second away from making popcorn. Ghost could go for some popcorn right now. Or sour gummies. Or any sweet really. Hell, he would even eat an entire spoonful of sugar right now if it means he gets something sweet.
It has been two days of utter hell on his god forsaken solo ops.
‘It’s just a simple mission! It’s just a little recon!’ Shut up Johnathan. The next time he sees that old bastard Ghost’s gonna steal his stupid little hat. And somehow pin it on the person behind this shitty intel. Gosh, he hadn’t slept for 27 hours, at least. Ghost was ready to fall asleep there and then.
“Whose fucking safe house is this anyway.” He asked curiously. “I didn’t know Kortac had one this far. Or small. Looks more like a personal cabin to me.”
Mace blinked at his rival. “..How and why do you know the location for Kortac’s safe house…?—Actually never mind I don’t need to know.” He added quickly when König suddenly choked and almost tripped over himself despite standing still. “I really don’t. Wait actually I do. Give me all the details.” He smirked suggestively.
Ghost threw his knife at the man. Unfortunately Mace managed to duck it. “Answer my fucking question you dolt.”
Mace rolled his eyes. “Fine. This is my safe house, not Kortac’s. It’s one of my cabins. Relatively new, so it’s not finished yet.”
“That explains why it is so fucking cold.” König muttered as he pulled his jacket closer.
Mace suddenly looked sheepish. “Yeah… about that, there’s only one bedroom.”
Ghost threw him a strange look. “And? We’re soldiers, I’m sure the floor or the couch is far from the worst place we’ve ever slept.”
But the man didn’t agree with him, only clearing his throat awkwardly. “…And the only heat source is going to be the in that room.”
Ghost stopped his pacing and stare at Mace. “But there’s a fireplace here.” “It’s broken.”
“Isn’t this cabin insulated anyway?” “Not in certain areas no. And not strong enough for a blizzard this thick.”
“We can sleep on the floor of the room.” “Don’t think there’s enough space, pal.”
“What the fuck is wrong with your house.” “You tell me.”
Ghost stared dubiously at the other man. “And how is the bed going to fit all of us?” He gave them all a meaningful look. König blushed and hunched over as if to hide his height, Mace just smirk and cross his legs. “It’s a king bed. I’m sure we all can fit.”
Ghost crossed his arms annoyed, then immediately uncrossed them when both of their eyes immediately went lower. “I’m not falling for this trick again!” He gritted.
König perked up. “Again? There was an ‘again’?”
“Shut up. That was before you. And don’t even think about it you pervert.”
The man deflated. For such a large and powerful man, König can act so unserious sometimes. He turned towards Mace. “Really? Is that doofus really your bloody boss?” He jabbed a thumb at the sad balloon.
Mace just rolled his eyes. “Come on, Si. For old time’s sake?”
Ghost wants to yell at the stubbornness. He decided to just turn away instead only to be met with a wall of solid muscles. “Fucking christ! König when the fuck!” He growled almost tripping over. Thankfully he was saved by two firm hands holding his waist.
König pulled the man closer, practically breathing down his neck. “Come on liebling , you know you want it.”
The colonel ignored Mace’s burning glare as he snaked his hands under the shirt.
Ghost shivered, swallowing hard at the sensation of warm leathers on his skin. “…Fine. But only because of that. Nothing else.” He emphasised.
The couch creaked as Mace got up and stalked towards them. He gently tilted Ghost’s face up with a finger. “Knew you would come’ round doll.”
Slow enough Ghost could pull back, Mace slid his mask off and claimed his mouth in a kiss.
Ghost moaned into the heat, closing his eyes. He stiffened when another pair of hands joined König’s in exploring his body.
Mace bit on Ghost’s lower lips, drawing his attention back to the kiss. Ghost pulled away to gasp when his hand slipped below his trousers.
Mace smirked when his hand met a wet spot in Ghost’s boxer. “Already so wet? We haven’t even gotten started, doll.” He scraped his nails across Ghost’s cunt, still hidden behind a layer of fabric. The man clamped his thighs around Mace’s hands, whimpering from the simulation.
If Ghost wasn’t held up by König right now, he would probably had fall into the man, legs shaking too much to hold himself straight. His nails dug into Mace’s shoulder as the man relentlessly teased him through his soaking boxers.
Meanwhile König was also helping the other tug Ghost’s trousers down before discarding his boxers too. König turned Ghost’s head around to seal their lips together. “So pretty, mein engel. Can’t wait to fuck you.”
Mace had dropped to his knees and pulled Ghost forwards. He immediately latched onto Ghost’s t-dick and began sucking it. The lieutenant cried as his knees buckled.
He flicked his tongue around the nub, rolling it in deep circles and pushing against it. He hummed in satisfaction of Ghost’s taste, especially when the brit shudder around the vibration.
Mace kept working on his puffy clit until Ghost shuddered as he came apart. The man almost collapsed if it weren’t for the hands holding him up.
He yelped when the world suddenly tilted and Ghost found himself off the ground and in König’s arms. “Maybe we should take this to the bed.” The Austrian suggested.
“Let me down! I can walk! Oi you bastards!” They ignored the growling brit as he thrashed in König’s grip. Everyone knows that if he really wanted too, Ghost could have taken König down 15 different ways there and then.
Mace quickly got up and led them to the bedroom.
The American really wasn’t lying when he said it was small. It was comfortable and cozy— well, for one person. Not three giant special operators.
König dumped Ghost onto the bed, ignoring the brit’s angry stutters at the rough manhandling, and quickly discard his own clothing. Mace was still by the radiator, turning it on so the man took the opportunity to get close to Ghost first.
He promptly stripped Simon off his remaining clothes and dumped it onto the floor. Ghost gulped, throat going dry as he scanned König’s large frame. His eyes trailed lower and he unconsciously closed his legs at the man’s large size. No matter how many times they do this, its size still makes Ghost nervous and trembly on his knees.
König smirk when he caught the smaller man’s anxious expression. Pulling Ghost closer, König kissed him roughly as his hand trailed down his stomach.
The colonel’s hand snaked down to Ghost’s slick folds. He spread them, swallowing down the beautiful sight of the man being so desperate. Ghost smacked him lightly, “Stop teasing me and get on with it you octopus.”
The Austrian took his words into command, immediately slipping in two fingers. König wasted no time in scissoring Ghost open, enjoying the way the brit gasp and clutched him for support as his walls clenched around the long digits. His long fingers easily reached deep into Ghost’s hole, searching for a specific spot.
Ghost can feel the callouses on the colonel’s fingers as the man stroked deep inside his dripping cunt. It scratched on his sensitive walls, leaving the man trembling from the electrifying pleasure and clenching around the digits. He gasped and moaned when König found his g-spot, and immediately began abusing the bump.
He cried and whimpered when the rough pads pressed onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, lighting his whole body up with overwhelming pleasure.
The brit barely noticed the mattress shifting ad Mace knelt behind him, sandwiching the lieutenant between him and König, too busy falling apart from the Austrian’s masterful fingers.
“Aren’t you so pretty? Crying on my fingers.” König crooked his wrist up, thrusting repeatedly into the tender spot. “Come for me, love.” He twisted his fingers as Ghost clamped onto his arm, shuddering and screaming as he tipped over for the second time this evening.
Mace pulled the trembling man back into him with an arm around his chest, letting Ghost lean his back on his firm chest. The American smiled tauntingly at his superior when the colonel glared at him before yanking Ghost back and wrapping his arms around the brit’s waist possessively.
“So rough and mean, I never treated Ghost like that.” Mace sneered, moving closer to the two. “Well— not in bed at least. And not unless he asks for it, which he does.” He palmed Ghost’s back, trailing his hand up to rest on his neck.
König glared at him, gripping Ghost’s waist hard enough to leave bruises. “Must be why he left you then. Maybe he got tired of having to keep asking.” The two glared at each other from over Ghost’s shoulder.
They were snapped out of their staring contest by a hand smacking over their heads. “Do your fucking pissing contest later. And don’t talk like I’m not here you bloody cunts.”
König grabbed his chin, forcing Ghost to look up. “Feeling ignored are we, mein hase? I’m sorry, I will make it up to you.” Mace massaged Ghost’s plush rear, making the man gasp. “You mean, we will make it up to you.”
The two shared another look over the fussy lieutenant, but this time it was not one of anger or jealousy but something else and quickly came to an unspoken agreement. Mace smirked cruelly from behind Ghost as he yanked the man back and began playing with his chest.
The brit yelped at the sudden manhandling but any protest was silenced when his chest got attacked. “Don’t worry Ghostie, we have an idea on how to get along.” He whispered, rolling a pink bud between his fingers.
König rutted up into Ghost’s thigh, balancing himself with a firm hold on his hips, stroking himself with his other hand.
Between the fog that was starting to fall over his mind, Simon suddenly something. He panicked once the memory came back to him, piercing through the hazy space he had fallen into.
“W-wait! I haven’t taken the pill!” Ghost blurted out suddenly, pulling out of the haze of pleasure to warn them. König pulled away cocking his head at him and blinking in confusion, “I thought you were on it?” He asked.
“Do you think I would bring it on a solo mission that was supposed to last only a day!?” The lieutenant hissed, glaring at the taller man.
The colonel hummed thoughtfully. “What a shame, but there’s so many other things I could still do to you.” He trailed his hand down Ghost’s spine.
Ghost groaned at those words. “Just— hurry up!”
Mace spanked his thigh for the brattiness, making Ghost jolt from the sting. “Always so impatient. Do we have to fuck the brat out of you too?” His eyes gleamed wickedly, not at all too bothered at the idea.
“Maybe we should. Teach him a lesson or two.” König hummed thoughtfully, reaching over to the ground and rummaging through his clothes pile, only to straighten back up with a small bottle of lubricant in his hand. Ghost stared at it judgementally. “Really? Bringing that to a mission?”
The Austrian rolled his eyes. “It has its uses. Unless you would rather do without?” He grinned threateningly, stroking his cock to emphasise its size. Ghost gulped nervously, legs closing unconsciously as his insides clenched at the thought, throbbing in sympathy, and suddenly regretting his words. “N-No.”
The colonel just smirked as he poured a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them quickly to warm it up.
Meanwhile Mace slid his hands between Ghost’s ass, slowly rimming around his hole. Ghost gasped pushing back like he was trying to fuck himself onto his thick fingers. König caught his hips. “Ah, patience, kleine häschen. Good boys wait for their treat.” He pinched the man’s nipples, enjoying the pained hiss.
König leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth while still playing with the other with his fingers. He sucked on the tissue while swirling his tongue around the stiff bud. His fingers were pinching the other one, rubbing it between two calloused fingers.
Ghost whimpered and thrashed at the way his sensitive chest was being bullied. He tried to squirm away from the abuse when König decided to use his teeth, biting on the soft flesh around it and teasing the bud with them. He was so wet Ghost was almost dripping from it.
“Please!” Ghost groaned when Mace finally inserted a thick finger. The lube made the penetration easy, and soon he was pumping two digits in the hole.
Ghost gasped and whimpered at every scrape of his sensitive walls. He was so much tighter than usual, not having done anything in a long time.
Mace scissored his fingers inside, stretching his walls. The man watched in interest as two fingers became three, then four. Soon he was pumping almost his whole hand inside Ghost’s tight hole.
Ghost had given up on smothering his noises once the fourth finger was added. The double sensations of König playing with his chest and Mace fingering his ass was too much, he could feel himself tipping over especially when the man suddenly slid his thumb in as well. The American wasted no time in pulling back out, leaving Ghost’s rim to stretch painfully on the thickest part of his fist before fucking back in again.
“Ahh—! T-too much!!” He moaned buckling desperately as he was fisted, trying to find any stimulation to his pussy. So when two big fingers plunged into his leaking pussy, Ghost immediately fall apart again.
Mace fingered him through his orgasm, not stopping his hard thrusts even as Ghost’s body shook from the aftershocks then in overstimulation.
Deeming the brit ready enough, he slowly guided his cock to Ghost’s eager hole. The man whimpered, trying to cant his hips back but was stopped by the firm hand stilling his hips. He spanked Ghost’s thigh, earning himself a high pitched moan from the lieutenant. “Patience, or we’re going to leave you here like this.”
If Ghost’s was a little less foggy or deep into subspace, he would recognise the fact that it was an empty threat and that there was no way they could stop now, as hard and wanting as they are. But unfortunately for him, he is in too deep.
Ghost whined desperately but stilled himself in an attempt to please the two. “Please! I’ll behave! Please!”
König grabbed his neck. “Please what, schatz?” As if to emphasise the colonel’s point, Mace grind his cock into his ass but not penetrating him yet.
The lieutenant moaned highly. His whole body throbbed with wanton need, blushing furiously from his face down to his neck. Every small thrust from Mace was sending electric shock through his body, a pool of arousal building up again in his guts. “Please sir! Please fuck me!” He begged desperately.
König groaned lowly at his words, unable to resist rutting himself onto Ghost’s firm stomach, smearing pre-com over the man’s pelvis as he whimpered.
Mace adjusted his grip on Ghost’s hips, positioning himself between his thighs. “Well since you asked so nicely.”
Without warning, the man thrusted hard. Ghost cried as the air got punched out of his lungs when his hole was suddenly filled. The stretch wasn’t too bad, not after having been brutally fisted and cumming twice. But the feeling of being speared by the American’s member left his head spinning, crying from the pleasure as Mace began pounding his sensitive walls.
A light spank to his clit and König’s fingers thrusting into his empty pussy left the man crying and begging as he cried. König’s other hand came up to stroke Ghost’s cheek gently. He leaned into the touch, a grounding gesture while he was being fucked from both holes.
Simon whined at the loss when König withdrew his fingers from his wet pussy, leaving him achingly empty and clenching around nothing. But he whimpered confusedly when instead the slick fingers graze his sore hole. Mace slowed down his thrusts and pulled out to the tip as König rubbed his puffy rim.
When Mace slid in slower this time, the colonel also thrusted his fingers in as well. Soon they regained their momentum and the American resumed his abuse on Simon’s ass, but this time with König’s thick fingers stuffed inside as well.
Ghost arched and squirmed, shouting when the colonel found his prostate and began to ruthlessly simulate it. “Ahaha…Found it.” The man whispered as he drove his fingers into the sensitive bump.
Simon’s thighs trembled, he was starting to tip into overstimulation, squirming to escape the unrelenting abuse on his prostate. A hard spank to his pussy immediately made him stop his wriggling.
Two fingers suddenly turn into three and the man cried as his rim was stretched even further. Then Mace suddenly drew back again, leaving only König’s fingers. Then he felt another cock head rest on his rim. The realisation of what they were about to do suddenly hit Simon.
“W-Wait—!!” His plead cut off abruptly as they both slammed in at the same time. There was no gentle slide or taking things slow so he could slowly adjust. No, his hole was immediately filled with two large dicks.
Ghost screamed, hands scrambling for something to hold on as the next brutal thrust lifted him up. All the air in his lungs were punched out, leaving him gasping and choking for breath as he’s left reeling from the action.
It felt so good, the stretch borderline painful as he was railed over his limits. Mace had lifted him up and hooked either thighs over each arm, pining the man into place and allowing them both to rut deeper into Ghost. The man could do nothing but take it, small breathy moans punched out of him with every thrust.
It was too much, he felt too full
“I- ugh! P-P-Please~” he moaned. “…can feel you— s-so deep~” He cried when someone thrusted up again. Ghost tried to bring his wrist up to smother his noises.
König batted his hand away and hooked his fingers over his teeth. “Come on hase , let me hear those cries.”
He thrusted hard, milking a wail from Ghost. “Such pretty noises. Can listen to you all day.” He dropped his head to suck on the man’s neck.
Ghost cried when they began fucking him in earnest. The stretch was too big, both members slamming into the deepest part of his hole. It’s like they were trying to rearrange his guts.
König and Mace groaned when Ghost weakly clenched around them. He looked absolutely wrecked and they have barely started moving.
He absentmindedly brought a shaky hand up to his stomach, groaning when he could feel it as their cocks pounded into his guts. “c-could feel y-you… you’r wrecking my insides….” He moaned.
A brutal thrust had him clenching around the lengths as his back arched in from the overstimulation. Simon panted, head lolling around until König suddenly slow down, and brought a hand up to caress his face while supporting his neck. Seeing this Mace also shifted Ghost’s position so that he could rest his head on the Americans shoulder.
Ghost shuddered at the feeling when the two operators switched to slowly grinding into him instead of the rough pounding of earlier. “Can you do this liebchen? Is this too much for you?” König’s gentle words were a far cry from the dominant tone of earlier.
Simon shivered but nodded desperately. He can take it. He doesn’t want it to stop yet. It was breaking and pushing him to his very limits but the dizzy thought of having two men he loved inside him at the same time satisfied something in the brit.
Mace tapped his thigh lightly. “Verbal confirmation, dove. Or three taps.” He licked a stripe up Simon’s neck to his ear, making the man shiver.
Simon swallowed, trying to speak past the fog. “Y-yes… I want more— please!” He rasped desperately.
They delivered his wish immediately. The two men began fucking into his tight hole again, slowly speeding up as they regained their momentum. Mace sealed his lips onto Simon’s neck, sucking the soft skin and leaving a trail of marks down his collar. König began playing with his t-dick again, curling his fingers around it and stroking the soft nub.
Simon cried, tears finally falling as he came again. His toes curled and he shook through his third orgasm, thighs cramping. The man wailed from the overstimulation when both men didn’t slow down and continued teasing his sore body. His t-dick and pussy was aching, sore and tender from all the abuse from König’s hands.
Simon felt weightless, body numb and throbbing but he was still being pounded into, which meant he was almost ragdoll-like. The man could do nothing but clench onto the lengths inside him and wait for them to finish.
It didn’t take too long. Mace cursed as his thrusts became more erratic and hurried, fucking into Ghost in short rough bursts. The man slammed into him as his hips stuttered slightly and his got insides flooded with the Americans come. The feeling of Mace finishing inside him drove Simon over the edge again, walls convulsing around the dicks still lodged inside him.
The sensation of Ghost convulsing around him also drove König to the edge, thrusting roughly into the lieutenant’s heat as he came, hips slamming harshly onto Simon’s redden back.
The three men stayed still, panting from the rough sex they just had. Simon was basically useless, limp in Mace’s arms.
König was the first to pull out, the overstimulation making everyone hiss. Come dripped from Ghost’s hole slightly. He took the limp man from Mace and laid him onto the bed.
Mace caught his breath for another second before getting up and moving to the bathroom, leaving König to take care of Ghost who was still drifting in subspace and the afterglow.
They took care of him, making sure to do aftercare and cleaned him up while dishing out a liberal amount of praise and affection. Ghost mewled weakly when they tried to clean up some of the mess on his thigh and between his legs but the oversensitivity had turned into pain.
Eventually they finally finished doing everything. König immediately collapsed onto the bed next to Ghost, Mace following behind shortly. The sound of wind and snow howling outside was forgotten as all three eventually drifted off to sleep, huddled together peacefully.