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Despite everything, he was still your superior officer. So when he ordered you to your knees in the middle of the empty training room, you obeyed. This stupid training session had you both on edge, something in the air making you both nastier than usual, not pulling punches or softening throws like you normally would. As a result, the mood had only gotten worse and worse, until you ended up here. On your knees, with Ghost looming over you, sneering. 

“S’all bark and no bite with you,” He shook his head, condescension dripping off of him. “How d’you suppose we fix that?” He circled behind you. 

You snarled, teeth gnashing at the empty air. He was unaffected by your rabid display, merely tutting at you. 

“Nah, can’t fool me, sweetheart.” Simon reached out and twirled a lock of your hair in his fingers. “Tell you the truth, I’m starting to think you’re incapable of biting back. Where were those teeth when I was in range, eh?” He whispered, leaning in so close that his breath hit the shell of your ear. You felt like you were on fire. The heat of his body pressed against your back, the drag of his accent sending licking flames through your body. But your body was still half-frenzied from the last hour of sparring. Overwhelmed with the warring feelings, you did the only thing you could think of. 

You slammed your head backward, relishing in the crack of your skull against his nose, the beautiful string of curses that left his mouth. Blood trickled down Ghost’s face, and for a moment the only sound in the room was the pulsing of your heart. 

Then came the dark, low laughter. 

“Maybe you are more than just bark.” His voice had somehow gotten even deeper, and your stomach clenched painfully. Ghost circled around to your front and crouched down. “You’d make a fine dog,” He said, almost in spite of himself. His usually intense and focused eyes had a distance to them as he twirled your hair around his finger, tugging experimentally. 

You lasered in on that sentence, head tilting to the side, curious and mean. 

“Dog...” You repeated slowly. You leaned back on your haunches, sizing your Lieutenant up. “Want me to bark for you, LT? Want me to be your loyal little pup?” 

His face darkened in an instant, and your stomach swooped at the sight. Before you could react, he had you pressed into the mat, cheek against the plastic, on your hands and knees, hands pressing up to try to give yourself leverage. 

“Don’t,” He growled. His eyes were razor sharp, cutting and filled with warning. He was dead serious. But you never could learn your lesson. You laughed, breathless as he shoved your face harder into the mat. 

“You’re just mad ‘cause you hate how hot you think it is.” God you were pushing it. Barreling right over lines you wouldn’t have touched with a 10 foot pole even just a few hours ago. “You’re mad that you want me to be your precious little pet,” You looked up at him, best you could from your twisted pose, a devilish glint in your eyes. 

Simon closed his eyes, squeezed your face harder. “Shut the fuck up. Shut up,” His face pinched under the mask, blood still pooling under his nose. “Shut up.” His voice was growing more and more strained. His eyes opened again, and there was a dark hunger there that hadn’t been there before, a touch of fear behind it. You licked your lips, and he growled as his eyes followed the movement. 

“Listen to you, Ghost, fuckin’ growling. You’re a goddamn dog in your own right,” you breathed, wiggling your hips, trying to rub your thighs together for any level of friction. The movement wasn’t lost on Ghost, and he gripped the back of one of your thighs, spreading it apart from the other. 

“Spread your legs. And quit with the pup bullshit. Just, stop talking at all.” His hand pawed at your thigh, squeezing and gripping. His fingers began curling towards the inside of your thigh, to the wetness at your core. It hit you then, just how wet you were. Christ, he could probably smell you at this point. The thought tore a moan out of you, and he released your leg instantly. “Enough.” He spat. 

You panted against the mat, burning up from the inside out. 

“Makes you sick, doesn’t it, LT?” You asked. God, what had gotten into you? “How bad you want me to be your damn dog, pretty little pup for you to use?” 

Ghost groaned and bent over at the middle, your words sinking into him like hooks. 

“Shut the fuck up, shut up.”

You wanted so badly for him to fully lose it. You wanted him to break, wanted him to break you.  

“Look at you,” Your voice had a reverent edge to it, full of awe but toeing the line of condescension. “Whining and moaning, full on shaking at the thought of me being your little breeding bitch.” His eyes snapped to yours, and he looked pained, lost. “I think,” How far could you push him? “I think if I called you ‘Daddy’ you might just break, what do you think?” 

Ghost made that punched-out sound again, squeezed his eyes shut. His hand returned to gripping your thigh, more painful than ever. You couldn’t be sure if the tremble in your thigh was from his shaking or yours. 

“Don’t-” He whispered. His voice sounded shredded. 

“Don’t what, Daddy?"

Ghost’s grip tightened on your jaw, forcing you up into an awkward position just a few inches off the ground. You hissed in pain, shutting your eyes against it. Ghost just continued to tighten his hold until your eyes opened again. Tears were starting to collect in the corners of your eyes.

His expression, what you could see of it at least, was rabid.  Hard, hungry eyes, pupils dilated to the point of his irises being lost. 

“I thought I fucking told you to shut up." He shook you slightly in his hold, causing you to throw out your hands, trying to balance yourself. 

“I just want you to feel as good as I do, Daddy.” You whispered, pleading. “I know you like it, it’s okay to want it. It’s okay.” Your hand reached out to touch his chest, and a narrow sound spilled out of him at your gentleness. 

Ghost was shuddering, fighting a painful internal battle. Your eyes darted to his crotch, where his cock was bulging against his fatigues. He snarled and forced your chin up again. 

"Knock it off. Now."

You couldn’t help but moan at the look in his eyes. You were so close to getting what you wanted, what you both wanted, and what he was denying himself. 

“C’mon LT. Take advantage of your pup. I know you want to. I want you to."

Ghost froze entirely. He stopped trembling, stopped breathing. 

“Enough,” his voice was only a rasp. “Shut up. We’re done here,” He let go of you like you burned him, stepped back. “Get up. Get up.”  

The world cracked around you. The floaty, blissful feeling from his hands and weight and his voice ended, leaving you feeling like you hit the ground at 100 miles an hour. You couldn’t help it, you turned your face into the mat and sobbed. There was a long moment of nothing but your cries and Ghost’s tortured breathing. 

“At least one of us has the fucking guts to admit what they want.” Your voice was filled with venom as you turned to face him, wanting him to see the fire in your eyes. His expression mirrored your own, his hands clenching into fists and releasing again and again.

"Christ. Look at you. Panting for it. You should be ashamed of yourself,” Ghost hissed, but the lust in his eyes was still there, as strong as ever. 

“Ashamed? Of what?” You rolled onto your back, propped yourself up on your elbows “That I know what I want? That I don’t pretend to be something I’m not?” You shook your head. “Fat fucking chance, Daddy." He wanted you just as bad, wanted the same things you did, you knew it. But he was a fucking coward, too afraid of his own desires. 

Without warning, Ghost lunged at you. He picked you up off the mat, kicking and squirming, and slammed you into the wall of the training room. Ghost’s forearm pressed against your throat, his body crushed against yours. 

“I told you to shut up." His jaw was clenched so tightly you were afraid he would shatter something. He pressed into you again, but you just laughed. This was what you wanted. For him to lose control, for him to hurt you and please you in equal measure. 

“I can call you something else. Sir? Master? Alpha?" You panted, scrambling for air. “I’ll call you anything you want if it means you keep touching me.” 

“Shut up,” He begged, slamming you into the wall again, significantly weaker this time. His voice was right against your ear, hot breath fanning over the side of your face. “If you keep talking,” Another slam, weaker still. “I’ll do things to you that no man ever should.” His eyes closed, and his hips ground into yours despite himself. “God. But you want that though, don’t you?”

You were on cloud nine, in that place where all the pain set your nerve endings on fire, left you breathless and dazed. The press of his hips had your knees starting to buckle. He hurt you so good, just like you knew he would. He was so strong, made you feel so helpless. It sent liquid heat all through your body, the heady feeling of being so out of control and powerless. You lolled your head to the side, caught his eye. 

“I want… I want you to take everything, sir.” You smiled, lost in him. 

Ghost’s eyes were nothing but black. The pressure against your neck increased once more and then he shoved away from you, hauling you back to the training mat. You hit the floor hard, and Simon crawled over you, caging you in with his bulk. His mask was now pushed up around his broken nose, and when he gripped your hair to kiss you, he tasted like blood. You moaned brokenly into his mouth, the taste of copper blooming on your tongue. There was nothing but his mouth and his weight, his animalistic need to devour you. A strong hand curled around your jaw again, pressing on your cheeks and forcing your mouth to follow his direction, holding you open for his tongue. He licked you open, swallowing every keening, broken sound from you as if they were the very thing keeping him alive. When he pulled back, you cried out sharply and tried to chase his lips. Simon roughly angled your head to the side, and nipped at the juncture where your jaw met your neck. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, fuck,” You panted. “Take what you need.” His teeth bit into your neck, and you could already feel the bruise blooming. “Use me, use your pretty little pup.”

He needed no further encouragement. Ghost began ripping at your uniform, quite literally tearing your top straight down the middle. The display of made you whine and scramble to get a hold on him anywhere you could. Simon swallowed you in another searing kiss. 

“Beg me,” His voice was only gravel now. “Beg me, pup.”

Your back arched under him, every nerve ending singing at the pleasure of him finally calling you ‘pup’. 

“Touch me, Ghost. Break me, use me, god please fucking use me. I’ll be so good, I promise. I promise, just use me.” He held your neck in such a position that you couldn’t make eye contact with him could only stare up at the ceiling. The shame of it all curled low in your belly, making you thrust your hips against nothing just to feel any friction at all from the slide of your pants. 

His lips were at your ear again. “And then what, pup? If I took you just like this, pinned you down, used you, broke you,” Ghost shuddered, gave one long languid thrust of his hips. “What would you do then?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. “I’d cum so hard I’d black out,” you admitted. You sounded wrecked, like he’d had you like this for hours, days. It made you laugh to hear it, delirious and floating in the pleasure. 

Ghost moaned at your admission. Your overwhelming hunger and unabashed need unlocked something in him. His grip on your neck tightened and a hissed squeak left you. He started to back off, reminded that he could do real, serious damage to you with his strength. But you scrambled, grabbed his wrist with both hands and held him in place. His head fell to your shoulder, overwhelmed. 

“You’re sick in the fucking head, pup.”

“Yeah… Yeah. And you fucking love it,” you panted. He trembled above you, his hips slotting with yours. It was only the second bit of friction he had given you, and you moaned so loud he slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wild. 

“Keep it down,” He snarled. He was shaking, breathing ragged and heavy. Dried blood was crusted around his nose and mouth. Ghost peeled his hand away from your lips and after a moment, carefully caressed your cheek. Amongst the grabbing and shoving, the shock of a gentle hand was almost painful. He blinked at you, his eyes full of wonder. “You like being my good little pup, don’t you?” his fingers passed over your parted lips, before slipping his thumb past them. You sucked eagerly, delighted to finally have something inside you. 

“Yeah, fuck,” He had slipped his thumb back out, but not before smearing your saliva over your lips, pulling them taut for a moment. Your voice was shot. “I’ll be your pup forever.” You said, eyes locked onto his. Words were starting to become hard in the haze of pleasure, but it seemed your words this time completely undid Simon. He began rutting against your leg and you let out another broken sound. 

“Fuck.” He couldn’t hold back any longer. You had ruined him, sent him so far past the edge he couldn’t even see straight. He shook his head, unable to clear his thoughts. Instinctively, Simon pressed harder into you, pinning you to the mat with his body. 

“Shhh,” he whispered. His hand found purchase in your hair and gripped hard, well past the point of pain. “Just shhh, be good for me pup.” His head tucked into your neck, and he bit hard, latching on as he began thrusting against you, lost to his pleasure. 

It was like nothing you had ever felt before. The world ceased to exist around you. There was nothing but his hands, his mouth, his cock heavy and insistent against your thigh. You let him bite and suck and lick at you until he thrusted his way to completion, cumming in his pants after rutting against you like a wild animal. You felt alive, powerful. Dizzy and floating in subspace. 

Ghost held onto you tightly as he trembled through the aftershocks, gasping for breath. After several long moments, he unlatched himself from your neck, placing soft fluttering kisses over the wound. He still looked crazed when you caught his eye, a feral animal just on the edge, sweat dripping off of him. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled, dazed. “Pretty little pup,” He caressed the side of your face again, and blissed out tears ran down your cheeks at the gentleness. He hadn’t even made you cum yet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Everything in this moment with him felt perfect. 

“Pup, I-” Simon was clearly startled at your tears, beginning to pull away and apologize but you snarled, latched your hands into his shirt and hauled him back to you, kissing him deeply. He let you. Let you shove him down into the mat and climb into his lap, grind against his thigh, chasing your release. His hands were bruising on your waist as he helped you, his voice deep and throaty, sounding as wrecked as you felt as he egged you on. “Take it, pup. Take what you need,” He echoed your words from earlier. “Use your lieutenant like a fucking toy, yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart. Be a good fuckin’ dog and cum for me.”

Your orgasm hit you like a train, your hands spasming over his chest, legs shaking, eyes rolling back in your head. You felt it in your core, your heart, your throat, the white hot liquid burn of pleasure that seemed to eat you alive. It felt like minutes before it fully passed, before your vision returned and your eyes could focus on Simon underneath you. He was staring up at you, awestruck. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out but a destroyed sob. Simon snarled and hauled you to him by the back of the neck for another deep, languid kiss. 

“Good pup.” He rasped into your mouth. "My pup.” His hand snaked below your waistband, seeking out your clit. At the first touch, you whined, shook your head, still too sensitive. 

"Yes. You will, pup. Thought you wanted to be good for me?” Simon’s voice slipped from hard to condescending in a word and you keened. You wanted to be good for him more than anything else. He pressed his lips to your neck. “Say red, and we stop. If you can’t talk, you pinch me. Nod if you understand.” 

You nodded pitifully into his shoulder, and Ghost resumed the slow circles against your clit. It felt horrible and perfect all at once. Tears filled your eyes again, and you looked up at him through wet lashes. He shushed you, gently moving hair out of your eyes.

“You can take it. Take it for me pup, let me see you cum again,” he murmured. His eyes were locked on your face, drinking in every expression, every flood of emotion you felt. 

Given how sensitive you still were, it didn’t take long for Simon to send you careening over the edge again. The pain was exquisite, that white flame consuming you once more. You collapsed shaking into his arms, letting him pepper your hair and profile with kisses. He was spilling praise, but it sounded far away and distant. 

Ghost clocked the glazed look in your eyes, and kissed you once more, soft but still slipping his tongue past your lips. You were too weak to fully participate, but perked up at the affection.

“C’mere.” Ghost pulled back from the kiss and guided your head to his neck. You nuzzled into him, still lost in subspace. 

You barely registered the next few minutes, of him dressing you in his discarded sweatshirt, carrying you back to his quarters in the emptiness of the base at night. You accepted his care without question, dutifully downing the bottle of water he gave you simply because he ordered you to, taking the offered ibuprofen for the same reason. You watched him move about his room with a dopey grin on your face, and Simon couldn’t help but return your smile.

“You’re deep in subspace, aren’t you, love?” He asked, gently holding your chin. You nodded, your neck feeling loose, every limb feeling pliant and malleable. He huffed out a laugh. “Pretty when you’re like this.” He brushed a thumb over your cheek. “Pretty all the time,” he conceded. You grinned at him again, the praise washing over you, making you feel glowy and light. Ghost pushed you gently to lay back on the bed, and he crawled under the covers with you. You wasted no time curling into his side, pressing against him like you wanted to crawl inside his ribcage. Ghost just laughed again, pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Sleep, pup.” He ordered. And like a good dog, you obeyed.