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If that plane flight didn't happen, if all the things in the world, that didn't happen to you. You could be at home in the warmth of ..well you could be somewhere happily sleeping in your own safe space…not stuck here, of all places. 141…a familiar number, one you're well used to now. Somehow, a bomb threat on the airplane you so happened to be on warped you into a task force. Everything is still whirring and reeling in your head, you mean the odds of this happening are slim to none. The only time you set aside your broiling fear and hatred towards planes was the one that had to be hijacked because some big hootenanny was on the plane, a lieutenant second-in command soldier for the company you work and operate for, And he had to be fine as hell. Your luck has gone sideways, but in spite of this fact you still manage to survive, be promoted and be a part of the new task force? You might as well fuck all and flirt with your operation manager Because life couldnt get any more intresting. Just as it did.
The agonizing warmth of the beating heat against your skin, the way it soaked into your hair. Why couldn’t you just have stayed home? Fuck all else now your a Special Forces operator of the multinational Task Force 141? Someone seemed salty about it too, the masked figure that is, or was he always a little standoffish? He hadn’t talked to you at all, so you’ve just been sitting in the helicopter seat, across from him. The mild awkwardness of your brief eye contact did not help the fact you could tell he was boring his eyes onto you. You could faintly hear the other 141 members talking over the headset, thought less prominent over the heavy helicopter wirring it was still audible. Something about missing the sweet taste of alcohol, before switching to talk about bits of Roman legends. You’d gathered by now that there was gaz, ghost, soap, you’ve heard they work with könig? time is blurring together, information too. Was könig good? Bad? You don’t remember, but you know that Shepard dude was.. bad news, pushing that to the side the team was overall really chill. Fun banter back and forth, flirting between what seemed to be ghost and soap? Taking a look at the file, könig piqued your interest. He is a part of 141, working with 141 on occasion. Damn he was fine tho, but as you looked you were broken from your fixation by the ring of your name. you lift your head from your computer “hm?” Soap popped back with a witty remark to you “did you not hear us? You a deer n’ headlights?” You quipped back with a “Sorry sir” ghost popped in still boring holes in your head “he’s teasing hard ass.”— you don't know how to respond, so you stay silent. Finally the assailant of your thoughts spoke up, könig popped in with a brief question or.. retort? You couldn’t tell if it was backhanded or not. “What should we call em” 'Though the question wasn't clear to you, it was to the rest of task force 141. Ghost put forward a comment “hart” you couldn’t tell if he was referring to a deer, or a body part. Then again it could also be a backhanded remark as he was still blazing holes in your head. You couldn’t tell if he was infatuated or he has a blazing hate for you, could be either. It seemed that without further discussion they all agreed that you were now known as ‘hart’ , simultaneously they all settled on it as you always seemed at high alert with a thousand yard stare.
When the plane landed the first thing you all did was, what soap called ‘team bonding’. He just took you all to a bar.
As the night got later, and you were chilled out. You had the obligatory feeling to be the sober one, however you had a feeling most of 141 was not going to be back at base… könig seemed to be the only one still there, you walked up to him to banter “you the only one left?” his voice was low, he seemed more sober than you? “Yeah, soap and ghost.. whent to umm.. well you can insinuate” he seemed a little on edge, fidgety even “oh. Well we can head back to base when you’re ready, all the others are back at base or… having a night on the town..” he snickered “you sure you don't want a few more drinks? You don't look like you’ve even had one” you wanted to, yeah but you needed to drive “it’s okay grab one, i can drive.” You didn't expect that. “You sure?” He nodded. You grabbed an ‘aunt Roberta’ which ironically you gained the taste for from your aunt, kicking it back. You really didn’t want to be sober while having a conversation with König, it was near impossible to even will yourself to talk in his presence. It helped soothe the aching pit of your stomach from churning and fluttering each instance you brushed shoulders even briefly. “Hey Konig?” “Hmm?” …you looked at him “why do you usually wear a mask.. I get that ghost is just emo..but you?..” he let out a small laugh, this banter went back and forth for a lil before heat was rushing to your now flushed cheeks. Konig knew exactly what was happening and he let it, he thought your flirting and hitting on him was funny. Utterly hilarious, the circumstances you were in with him. He could tell you fancied him, but you were far more ignorant to the internal war of 141. They all fawned over you, though ghost and soap..on a different…spectrum. Konig could watch you giggle and laugh at his remarks, yet he knew he couldn’t handle it much longer he wanted to be next to you. Close to you, near you, in you, but he'd have to play his card right. He knew he'd have to wait, play it right. You definitely knew what you were doing, but confidence is what the alcohol brought to you.
He brushed his hip against yours softly, eliciting a smile and a cautious look back at him. You followed him like a lost puppy, looking at him with doe eyes. He knew you internally begged him to take it further than this, but he has to play his cards in a certain way. “Come long’ darlin.” You walked beside him bantering and flirting with him one-sidedly. He’d indulge in flirting once in a while to keep the hook and reel it in. He had vodka in hand, that you had yet to notice while infatuated with tracing every feature on his face with your eyes, burning it into your brain. You covered your eyes before tippy-toeing up to kiss him, and to your surprise he didn't push you away. He indulged, in fact pulling you in further. What was unexpecting to you was that he pried your hand away from your eyes and just stared into your eyes, soaking in the warmth of your bodies plush. “I..I'm sorry” you whispered as he held your head in his shoulder now “doll, do you see what I'm doing?” You stared at him blankly “mmm…noOo? He smirked, pulling you by your hips to a nearby apartment "are you okay with continuing firther..?" You squeaked out a firm "yeah..please"... " no love, do you want to do that?" ---"yes. Please" he trailed his fingers across your curves teasing you as he dragged you into a room, you didn't care. His teasing was working, lulling into his touch you felt lonely without his soft caresses. He pushed you onto the bed, whispering into your ear “anything you don't want, love?” “n…no pissing..” “anything else love?” You shook your head “the safeword is ‘blueberries’ ..mkay?” you nodded your head frantically bucking into him as he let out a soft groan, “someone's roudy…what do we say when we want something?” You looked at him confused, cocking your head to the side you see him take a swig of something. He looks into your eyes, grabbing your chin. You open your mouth as you taste the bitter, awkward task of vodka. Your eyes widen to look at him as he taps you jaw to close. You swallow before he kisses you, he was gentle. So torturously gently, you grabbed his head to pull him closer. A deeper kiss you shared as he chuckled darkly. He undid his belt like magic as you waited impatiently, he held both your hands in one arm as he tied them together pulling you further onto the bed. “Love, you gotta try and be patient” he dragged a finger against your clothed chest, he looked at you with feigned ignorance gleaming in his eyes. He whipped out a knife, he knew if you didn't want it you could voice it. He slowly lifted your shirt up to sit gently, plush with the divots in your bicep to your pecs. He breathed in the sweet sight as he continued pressing the knife slightly into your skin, dragging lightly and slowly gaining him a “A…ahh nng…kön..carefulL” your voice squeaked at the end as he finished carving a cursive K into your muscular abdomen. The smirk on his face was a shit eating one. The tears that pricked the sides of your eyes dissipated with white, hot desire. Konig knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to work for it. He watched as he stood straddling your legs, staring down at you as you bucked and writhed to get any friction or anything at all. He watched chuckling darkly, he only did so much and he had you hooked. He placed a palm on your lower abdomen to get a reaction, he watched as you bucked fruitlessly into his palm. “Loveee.. if you want something ASK” there was something so sinister and demanding about his tone that you snapped “Plea-se Kön! I …need”. “Need what hon?” “y-you! Please..I need you..” “You have me.” “In me! Please. I need you I..in me” he just nodded in acknowledgement, something vile behind those loving eyes. "Before we continue...is it okay for me to go in? Raw..I mean" though you nodded he shook his head "words bud.." you caved, still by king and bitting your lip "yes!.you can ... Just please I know what were doing just please!" .Though keeping his mask on he removed his shirt to reveal scars all throughout his body, as he removed his pants you noticed the scars where.. everywhere. Once he writhed both of you out of your clothes he delicately started to pry at your core, sticking one… two… then three fingers in. You bucked into all while groaning about how he's an ass, he understood your incoherent blathering and groaning on, though he thought it was more or less pathetically cute how dwarfed you were by his sheer size, and ability. He sneered at you and you stopped looking him in the eyes, body still twitching and unconsciously pulling him in. His look said it all, he wanted to do something but wanted permission. Though your mind was cloudy, you knew what he wanted and you sure as hell wanted it too. “N..not in..inside, mka-Y?..cant...have a..lol one ye..yet” Your voice shaky but clear in intent, he nodded before wildly dragging his fingers in and out at an agonizingly controlled pace. It was like he knew all your weaknesses, he especially abused that one spot that sent you reeling. Once you felt like you could melt and uncoil that ravling in you, he blatantly stopped pulling out to force his fingers in your mouth, you accepted slowly sucking on them before releasing and looking him in the eyes. He pulled himself flush over you, you could feel what he was packing but you never dared look. You were curious now, it felt massive. You tried to look but you felt a callused, warm hand press the whole of your neck to the mattress effectively winding you. You felt he removed his underwear, pushing on your neck winding you more. Oh but it sent not only your head, but body reeling for not only air but what sick pleasure you gained from it. He bent down toward your ear and whispered “What … you like that, you sick fuck?” But coming from him you knew that you weren't the only one getting off to this. “Coming from you that's ri-ch” your voice dropped out of your throat as he bit your neck, his sharp teeth sinking into your neck as you let out a breathy gasp. You breathily huffed out what you could with his hand pushed down on your throat “fuujjckkk” you winced as he let go, laughing “ you like that huh? You needta’ tapout liebe? So stark für mich, nicht wahr, Liebling? Haha, so gut für mich.” the smooth transition was sweet. You passed him off as being, him. He whispered something inaudible under his breath. "Komm schon, Liebling." He paused “sagen Sie mir, was Sie wollen. Ich brauche deine Bereitschaft.” he pulled himself down to your chest licking the cursive ‘k’ he carved. His silver piercing dug into your skin flaying the skin over the wound. “Nnhg-” you groaned as he looked up at you with his blue eyes, a brown hair fell over his face. He dug deeper with his tongue, blood lapped on his tongue. He pulled away, leaving you cold as you whined “Kö…” he looked up at you, between your legs he licked a stripe. He snickered under his breath as it reverberated you let out a soft moan. “Mmmm liebe~n’ ya schmecken, so good, so good for me”
He continued his advance, licking up what was there. His beautiful hair, his big blue eyes mesmerized you. He kissed all along your core, pulling up your body slowly. Dragging every crevice of his body against yours…until you could feel it. “KÖN-” he whipped his hand to your mouth “lovee~ gotta be quiet…” you nodded as you could feel each muscle,vein and movement drag along your core. “Y' ready liebe? I'm gonna put n’ in.” “..k’ay” he pressed his hard cock Against your core, it was huge. He pressed slightly and you could already feel the stretch “Nnaaa~ f..uc-k” “how do you want this bay?” “..hard, n fast, w-work for yo-you?” He nodded before repositioning to a better position. He looked in your eyes before pushing in fully as you let our a breathy scream, he pushed his hand on your neck effectively choking you pausing your breathy scream. He pounded in and out with no break, only the sound of skin meeting, moaning and writhing. Your brain was scrambled as he cracked his hips back and forth, his piercings riding along the edge creating a scratching feeling. You weighed under him, as he relentlessly pounded into you. "Cum for me liebe" he breathed out as he snapped back into you at a aggressive pace. "Kö..Silk fucK spoil good!" He threatened to break you at the pace he was going he was so thick your walls couldn't adjust before he snapped back in. His pace grew faster as the line in your stomach coiled, he snapped back in one more time as your coil snapped. He pulled out quick as he too, finished spilling it across your chest. The bliss and heaven you were in faded as he played next to your spent form, kissing your forehead before laying to rest next to you.