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The good thing about being a high-ranking official was that you could get away with just so much bullshit that it was almost ridiculous.
It wasn't hard to hide his confession, the military had its own way of shutting mouths and blaming things on drunk foolishness. He got a stern lecture by Price but that was all.
The important part, however, was that Johnny was satisfied with his actions, his obedience. Just thinking about it made Ghost shiver. The way he smiled at the alpha while he was forced to perform that humiliation ritual the omega had set for him.
Simon sighed. Great, he was hard again.
It seemed to be a reoccurring problem these days. Simon would think about Johnny and his shitty grin and then, boom, boner. It was hard not to think of him, considering how Johnny had been acting.
After that night, it took a while for the omega to contact him again, which was very much anxiety inducing for the alpha, even though he could keep his cool in most situations.
But, oh... Johnny knew how to greet him.
Simon could barely hear his approaching steps before he felt a hand grabbing the back of his neck, not-at-all-gently pushing his body against the wall. The alpha growled, ready to fight back, only to melt the second he heard the omega’s laugh.
"Easy, soldier."
He grabbed the alpha's wrist, holding Simon’s forearm behind his back, forcing the alpha’s face against the lukewarm concrete at the side of the building.
"It's Lieutenant Ghost for you, sergeant."
Another gorgeous and mean laugh, Simon felt the cold metal of handcuffs closing around his wrists, tensing up and attempting to turn around, just for the omega to press his body against his back, his hot breath against the alpha's neck making him shiver like a virgin being touched for the first time.
"I can call you whatever I want, pup. 's not like you're gonna do something about it."
Ghost didn't care a whole lot about all the rank bullshit in the first place, he cared about respect, but certainly not when the omega was scenting him in such an aggressive manner. Hell, he would probably smell like Johnny for weeks if he kept doing that.
Johnny grabbed his other wrist and then he was properly handcuffed, bless his mas for hiding his smile. In his arrogance, Ghost thought that it was okay because he was capable of breaking free whenever he wanted, he wasn't under any real threat.
"Are you kidnapping your superior, McTavish?"
The alpha asked as he was pulled away from the wall, a little push on his lower back encouraging him to walk. The night gave them some cover but they were still at base, it would be weird if some soldiers saw their lieutenant walking around handcuffed.
"I'm taking him out.... on a date."
That answer almost made Ghost trip and fall. The alpha's eyes widened as he turned much too fast to the man behind him, only to be met with another beautiful, cruel laugh.
"Don't go falling in love, Lt. It was just a joke. Keep walking."
Simon wanted to say that he wasn't falling in love, that it would be stupid. He just spent the last month thinking about Johnny every day, yes, but it was only because he wanted the omega... carnally, violently.
They stopped in front of a military Jeep, where Simon's 6'5ft ass was carelessly shoved on the much-too-small back seat, before Soap slammed the door close.
"Where are you taking me, sergeant?"
No answer.
Simon could be horny, in a weirdly masochistic way, but he also did not trust the omega completely, which made it even more difficult to understand why he was allowing that stranger to take him to an unknown secondary location. Maybe he did think with his dick after all.
As he laid there though, all curled up to fit onto the seat, he had a pretty perfect view of Johnny's profile. And also, the realization that the omega had scented him enough to make him feel dizzy. Simon felt unable to complain about it though, the omega´s scent was too good for him to be a bitch about it. And... Well, he had never been scented before, other than when he was still a baby nursing in his father's chest and it was nothing like it. Soap's scent made him feel weak, completely relaxed. Maybe a bit too much.
His weight was making his arm go numb under him, so he tried shifting his position to stop that from happening, only to end up in an even worse position when the omega drove over a rock or something in the road. He cursed and raised his head, trying to see anything outside, to get any information about where they were or where they were going. It was dark, he could only see a few leaves that were made visible by the residual brightness of the car's headlights.
"Where are we going?"
Again, no answer, which led to the alpha kneeling the back of Johnny's seat. Only to have the omega hit the brakes abruptly, making Simon roll like a hay bale down the seat, getting lodged in the space between the front and the back seats.
"Fuck, Johnny!"
If he was uncomfortable before, now it was 10 times worse, but by some mercy of his heart (or because he wanted to humiliate the alpha) the omega stopped the car and jumped out to help the alpha back up the seat. What a fucking weirdo.
"It would do you good to shut up, soldier. Next time I'll just leave you there."
What an asshole, Simon wanted him so bad.
The rest of the ride was uneventful and, at some point, the omega began to hum some unknown melody. Next thing Simon knew, the car was parked somewhere and he had been sleeping for God knows how long, but the sun was shining through the canopy of the trees overhead.
They were in a forest, it seemed. How far away was the closest forest to the base? How long had Soap been driving for? Simon got careless; he shouldn't have fallen asleep.
He sat up, slowly. His limbs felt like crumpled up tinfoil and he almost kicked the omega again once he noticed him staring at Simon through the open door.
"Fucking psycho, kidnapping a man and watching him sleep…"
He tried to pretend he didn't flinch, glaring at the omega as he rubbed his wrists, analyzing the marks the handcuffs had left there. They were gone though, maybe the omega felt some mercy in his psychopathic heart.
"You were sleeping like a baby, didn't want to disturb you."
It was hard to know if Johnny was speaking the truth or just fucking with him, and also, Ghost was groggy and hungry. The omega seemed fine though, sitting on an ammo box and cleaning his rifle carefully.
What were they doing there after all?
"Breakfast 's in the cooler, eat up, you're gonna need the energy."
Every time the omega opened his mouth, Simon got more and more confused but for some reason that escaped his mind, he obeyed without thinking twice, getting out of the car and stretching out his sore muscles under MacTavish's predatory gaze.
Ghost had a nice body, he knew that. He also had a nice face, even with the scars, though most people wouldn't know that. But Johnny did, he had taken Simon's mask off that night so that he could see how fucked up his face was after so many punches. The alpha wasn't sure how he should feel about that, but under Soap's silent staring, he felt weirdly vulnerable.
It looked like Johnny wanted to devour him. Simon wished he didn't like the idea as much as he did.
He shook the thought away and went to grab his breakfast. A few well-stuffed sandwiches, and recently brewed coffee, it tasted a bit smoky, probably because it was made over a campfire, Simon could see some traces of it on the ground near the jeep. He was still savoring his breakfast when the omega put his rifle away and started speaking.
"I heard an interesting story about you recently, pup. Do you wanna know what it said?"
Ghost frowned, looking at him with clear distrust, but he nodded. Probably some of his military feats or the fiasco at the bar.
"I heard that your daddy wasn't very good to you growing up."
The alpha tensed up immediately, leaving his breakfast aside to walk up to the omega.
"Heard you two had a very peculiar tradition, living in the middle of the woods."
Simon growled, but the omega didn't look fazed by it. Soap was grinning like a motherfucker, that was fun for him.
"That's confidential information, how the fuck do you know that?"
"A little bird told me."
The alpha growled again, grabbing Soap's shirt and pulling him out of his seat. He still had that stupid grin on his lips, Simon wished he didn't look so hot.
"Give me a good reason not to drag your ass back to base and report you for stealing confidential documents?"
"Two, even. See how nice I am?"
That omega was an asshole. Ghost should've known. He knew it, yes, but he should've known better, should've known not to shiver when he felt two of his fingers hooking under his belt.
"One is that you would miss me very much."
Of course, he knew how to seduce Ghost, the alpha had given him all the intel on that for free because he was too drunk and hard to think clearly on it.
"Two is that I can give you exactly what you want, Lt."
"And what would that be?"
Simon knew how to think with his head, he did it most of the time, it was only a bit harder when it came to the omega. But if he had looked up the info under Simon's personal files, he was much more dangerous than the alpha had previously thought.
"I can hunt you down."
...
What the fuck was his problem?
Simon had enrolled into the military just to get away from all that, to stop running, to have peaceful ruts, to stop having to fear his own desires and now... Now Soap was offering to hunt him down.
The alpha let go of him, his feelings lodged somewhere between disgust and bafflement.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
To learn a man's trauma and use it against him. It was something that Simon had learned in his training, to torture prisoners, not to... Do whatever Soap was doing. The alpha felt a bit dizzy.
"Are you trying to get revenge for that night? Fuck, Johnny. I told you, you could've reported me if you wanted."
What should he do now? Probably get away from that psycho, get back to base and talk to Price. How did he get that info anyway...?
"What's wrong with me?"
Soap laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed his rifle.
"I'm not the one who got hard at the idea."
"What..."
Fuck Ghost and fuck his dick for betraying him. He felt disgusted. Why was his dick hard? What the fuck was wrong with him?
He didn't want to be hunted, not again, not anymore. He didn't need that fear, he didn't need that pain. Why the fuck was he getting hotter thinking about it?
"Bit confused, are we? Feeling dizzy, Lt.?"
Ghost turned to look at the coffee and the half-eaten sandwich on top of the cooler, snarling as he looked back at Soap.
"What the fuck did you give me?"
Simon tried to think. He could probably take the omega down with some luck. In close quarters, a rifle wouldn't keep him safe. Then he could take the Jeep and fuck off.
"Hell, I didn't drug you, I'm not a criminal, Jesus..."
The omega sat down, probably trying not to look like a threat. Maybe he had scared the alpha a little and, while Ghost looked damn good all lost like that, it was not the right time, not yet.
"You've been in a car for the last 8 hours with an omega scenting the hell out of you, Simon. What do you think is going on with your body?"
The alpha stumbled backwards, leaning against the vehicle.
"What day is it?"
When did he have his last rut? Fuck, it had been a while, right? And how the fuck did MacTavish know that it was close? There were no signs.
"June 12th. Aye, don't be creeped out, Lt. I've been keeping my eyes on you a bit longer than you've been keeping yours on me."
Ghost wanted to ask what the fuck did he mean by that, but it was getting a bit hard to think. That was until he heard the clicking sound and looked up to see the omega pointing the rifle at him.
"Now, since we got that sorted out, I'll give you two choices, pup. One, you take that backpack on the floor and you run, and you better run fast cause the MacTavish are damn good hunters. Or you tell me to go fuck myself, I give you a blocker, we drive back to base and... What did you say to me that night? Ah, yes, 'If you want to open a complaint for sexual assault, I will accept it.' I'm not gonna say I'm sorry though, you look damn good like that, Lt "
Being held at gunpoint was like taking an ice bucket to the head, like all the fog had dissipated from Simon's mind, like his body knew exactly what he had to do in that situation even after all those years and even so...
Even so, he felt unable to tell that freak to go fuck himself.
His heart was racing and he knew that if he looked down, he would see a dark patch in his pants, he could feel sweat running down his neck.
But he couldn't... He couldn't say that the idea didn't do something to him, as fucked up as it was.
"What's in the bag?"
He hated it, he hated it, he hated it. But he couldn't lie, couldn't say that he was feeling as euphoric as he did that night when Soap gave him the first punch.
The omega smiled like the Devil, like he had just won a trophy, an eighth pointer to hand on the wall of his cabin.
"Water, rations, map, fire starter, thermal blanket, first aid, tactical knife."
"No guns?"
"Ever heard of a deer shooting a hunter back?"
Right, he should've figured that much. He was prey, not predator. And he wished that thought didn't go straight to his cock.
"Any rules?"
"Did you have any rules back then?"
Did they? Well, his father never killed him, never hit any organs, only limbs. He only told Simon that he should survive, do his best not to be found. But he knew the woods near his house, not these ones.
"Not dying would be nice."
But he didn't feel really strongly about that one.
"I'll try my best."
Simon laughed; he definitely didn't trust that man.
"When is it over?"
The alpha picked up the backpack. It was light enough; he could run with that.
"When I catch you, of course. There are enough rations for three days, a little less water but I'm sure you can manage it just fine. If I can't find you at that time, there's a flare gun in the bag, you use it, then I'll take you back to the base."
"Okay."
He couldn't believe he was doing that. He wanted to punch the omega for putting him in that situation and at the same time, he couldn't hide his own anticipation. Fuck, what was wrong with his head? Why did he find that stupid ass idea so hot?
He couldn't blame Soap; he gave Simon a choice. And he was past the age of blaming his father for things. Maybe he was just a pervert in the end, maybe he needed that, someone to keep him in check... Or maybe indulge him.
"I'll give you a head start. I know these woods so I have the advantage. What about... Five hours?"
"Three is enough."
He was almost insulted by Soap's comment, even if his smile did things to Simon that he would never admit out loud (unless Johnny ordered him to.)
Shit, he really was a freak, wasn't he? Maybe even worse than MacTavish.
"Alright, three. Don't complain about unfairness later."
As if. It wasn't the first time he did that. Well, it was the first recreational time, but still, he knew how to survive in a hostile environment.
He heard the clicking sound again, looking up to see the omega pointing the rifle at him once again. It was unfair that he looked so good, he was a mad man.
"Now run, pup. Don't let me catch you."