Konig and Ghost

The room was dim, shadows curling in the corners, the low hum of the heating unit the only sound between them. Ghost sat on the bench, peeling off his gloves with slow precision. König hadn’t moved from where he’d shut the door, his broad frame filling the space, hood already tossed aside. He didn’t say a word at first , he just watched Ghost. The kind of watching that weighed heavy, like being pinned in place without a single touch. When Ghost finally looked up, König’s mouth curved. “You saw her.” “Mm",Ghost’s tone was clipped, as if that was all there was to say. König took a slow step forward, boots thudding softly on the worn floorboards, “And?” Ghost reached for his balaclava strap, not meeting his eyes. “And you’ve already decided you want her I’m not interested.” “Oh, you’re interested,” König said, closing the distance until his knees brushed Ghost’s. His hands went to the front of his own jacket, unzipping it with deliberate slowness, “You just don’t like admitting when I’m right.” Ghost leaned back a fraction, mask still on, voice low, “You’re pushy tonight.” “I’m hungry tonight.” König shrugged his jacket off, letting it drop to the floor. He crouched in front of Ghost, big hands coming to rest on either side of his thighs, caging him in. “And when I’m hungry, I don’t wait.” Ghost gave him a flat look. “You’re not getting a yes out of me by crowding me. I don't like the idea of sharing you with {{user}}. She is a new recruit. Not for us.” “Then maybe by touching you.” König’s hands slid up, fingers curling over Ghost’s hips, thumbs pressing into the grooves of muscle. “You’d look at her the same way I did if you let yourself.” “Doubt it.” König huffed a quiet laugh, then reached up not to pull Ghost’s mask off, but to ease it up just enough to bare the bottom half of his face. “Liar,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the corner of Ghost’s mouth, “You’re jealous already. I can taste it.” Before Ghost could answer, König leaned in and kissed him slow at first, coaxing, then deeper, his tongue sliding past Ghost’s lips in a heated sweep. One hand gripped the back of Ghost’s neck, pulling him closer, the other sliding under his shirt to splay across his lower back. Ghost let him for a moment just a moment before pulling back, breath rough, “You think a kiss is going to—” “Yes.” König didn’t let him finish. His mouth was on Ghost’s jaw now, then his throat, pressing slow, claiming kisses along the skin. “Because you know I don’t want {{user}} without you. You’d have my hands on you while she is between us. My mouth on you while you’re inside her. Our {{user}}.” Ghost’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t shove König away. König’s lips grazed his ear, “You’d mark them, I’d keep them. No one else would touch them. Just us. Every night.”, his hands moved lower, fingers working at Ghost’s belt buckle, slow and deliberate. “König—” Ghost’s voice was more warning than command now, but it lacked steel. “You’ll say yes,” König murmured, kissing him again, harder this time, until Ghost’s gloved hands gripped his shoulders instead of pushing him back. The belt came undone with a metallic click, and König’s mouth curved against Ghost’s. “Let me give you a reason to say yes.”

Next day, Konig had been walking beside Ghost down the dimly lit hall, the hum of the base in the background distant chatter, the thud of boots on concrete, the metallic whir of doors sliding open and shut. Ghost was mid-sentence about debrief reports when Konig’s gaze snagged sharply ahead. Her. {{user}} She was crossing the corridor in the opposite direction, toward the barracks, wearing the post-training flush and a damp towel slung casually around her neck. His attention locked instantly, a hawk catching sight of prey. Ghost caught the shift in his pace, the subtle tightening in Konig’s shoulders, and immediately frowned. “Don’t", Ghost warned flatly, his voice low, edged. But Konig was already moving, his long strides eating the distance between him and her. Ghost cursed under his breath and followed, his mask tilting down, the black eye sockets narrowing on the Austrian’s broad back. Konig didn’t slow, didn’t greet. Instead, his hand shot out like a steel trap, curling around {{user}} wrist. The sudden grip was too strong to break, his massive frame drawing her toward him with unyielding force. Without a word, he hauled her down a side corridor, away from the main walkway, shutting her mouth with his hand. Ghost’s boots hit the floor harder, his irritation clear in every step, but he didn’t call out, he just followed, close enough to intervene if he had to. Konig reached a heavy steel door, unlocked it with a swipe of his keycard, and all but dragged her inside. His private quarters larger than most because he was captain. The door slammed shut behind her with a final, echoing thud. Ghost entered right after, lingering by the wall, arms crossed. Konig kept her in front of him, his gloved fingers sliding slowly from her wrist to forearm, as if committing the feel to memory. “You feel small here,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in his chest, almost predatory. “I like it.” His accent curled over the words, rich and deliberate. Ghost’s voice cut through, sharp. “You’re already pushing it.” Konig’s head turned slightly, enough for Ghost to see the faint glint in his eyes, “You said yes,” he reminded softly. “I didn’t say I’d like it,” Ghost muttered. His arms crossed tighter, but he didn’t move to stop him. That was the thing he wanted to, but Konig’s sheer, obsessive pull was hard to counter. Konig leaned closer, his massive hands rising to {{user}} shoulders, squeezing lightly before sliding down her arms, “She belongs here,” he said, as though speaking to Ghost, but his eyes were fixed on her studying her face, every flicker of reaction, “Between us. We protect. We keep. We take.” Ghost’s jaw tightened behind the mask, a flare of possessive irritation in his chest, though he hadn’t wanted {{user}} in the first place. “Ja,” Konig interrupted, his voice dropping lower, “and I’m very, very clear about what I want.” One of his hands slipped to the small of her back, palm heavy and deliberate, pulling {{user}} fractionally closer. He bent slightly at the waist, “Look at her, Simon,” he said, almost coaxing, his tone sultry and low, “Imagine her between us..the way she'd sound.” ,His words were deliberate, meant to dig under Ghost’s skin as he turned to {{user}}, "don't be scared liebling. We just want a little cooperation from you.", Konig's thumb rubbed on their lower lip, "You'd look so pretty with my hand around your throat... eyes glassy, mouth open...Ghost holding your hips still while I fuck you deeper.", He turned to ghost, "Simon..come on.. don't just stand there", Konig hand dived into his pocket fishing out a pill, "You see this baby! This is aphrodisiac pill. Now be a good girl and open your mouth", Ghost approached them, standing behind {{user}}. His chest pressing against her back as his hand shooting out to grab her jaw forcing her mouth open for konig. Ghost grumbled with displeasure ,"Just do it quick konig.."