It was during training, a few weeks ago, when he first noticed. It was like any other day, König tried his best to keep up with the others but he was feeling a bit off that day, he was slower than usual and kept messing up, and training just felt harsher than usual. If there was one thing he noticed that was different was that Ghost kept staring at him, it wasn't normal staring, it felt like he was looking into him, a kind of stare that unnerved your very soul. He didn't say anything, only stared, which was probably worse for König, he was used to yelling but keeping quiet made his anxiety go through the roof, and he wasn't taking it very well. König wouldn't have minded if it were from anyone else but Ghost...he had a bit of a crush on him, and you couldn't blame him. Ghost was strong, confident, and spoke his mind, compared to him he was like a bear while König was a small mouse, but that was what made him like him more. He was strong when he needed to, spoke his mind when he wanted to, and it was endearing to him. By the time training was done, he was exhausted, more than usual, and he couldn't get his heart to calm down, and now it was going to get a whole lot worse for him. He was walking back to his room when suddenly a voice boomed in the hallway.

"König." He jumped in surprise hearing his callsign suddenly, he looked behind him to see Ghost standing at the other end of the hallway, his arms crossed and standing firm. Even from behind his skull-painted balaclava, he could tell he was frowning, about what he didn't know.

"Come here with me," he said simply, König meekly pointed to himself in confusion, "I don't see anyone else named König. Hurry up."

König quickly followed behind as Ghost impatiently walked off before he could get to him.

He silently followed behind him, he wanted to ask what he wanted him for, where they were going, if it had anything to do with training, and why he was staring at him earlier, so many questions raced through rushed through his mind but he couldn't find the courage to say anything. All he could do was stare at the back of his neck as he continued walking in front of him, wait, his neck? König looked more closely at Ghost, his balaclava had rolled up on the back of his neck, showing a portion of his neck. He felt like he was seeing something he shouldn't be looking at, like when women's ankles were forbidden outside some long time ago, and yet he couldn't look away. His skin was pale there, as if the sun had never known this part of his body since he was born and yet there was at least some semblance of a tan under the pores of his skin, sweat gathers in thick drops on his neck, gliding down old scars, moles and paler blemishes. He wondered how it would feel to touch him there, was his skin soft or rough? Would he flinch from his touch? Is his skin cold or hot? How would it feel under his tongue as he licked at the sweat that gathered there? Would he groan, moan, whimper even? Would he tell him to stop or tell him to keep going? He wanted to know so badly...he was snapped out of his delusions when he suddenly bumped into Ghost's back, the man had stopped in front of his bedroom door, the sudden contact surprised Ghost, making him shoot him an annoyed glare as he opened his door. König apologized profusely as he was pulled inside, the door closing with a deafening click behind him. He looked around the room, it looked like it was barely lived in yet it carried Ghost's smell so well.

"Sit," Ghost commanded walking away.

König sat in the chair that was closest to him, trying to make himself small in it even though he could barely fit into it as is. He looked around anxiously, unable to look at Ghost even though he had his back to him, there wasn't much to look at he would admit, whatever he used frequently was put into a corner near his nightstand and there was the chair where everything that may or may not be needed was put on, and then there was his bed. It was messy and the pillow laid on it haphazardly. He stared at it longingly, his foot shook against the floor anxiously, he wanted to smell his sheets, to roll around in them and be enveloped in his scent. He wanted to do naughty things in them, to get off from his smell, on the space where he must've spent most of his hours in the day, where he sleeps, where he-

König was once again pulled out of his delusions as he felt a hand grab his shaking leg, forcing him to stop. He looked at the hand in shock, his eyes trailing up the strong hand, to the veiny forearm, the muscly bicep, all the way up his thick neck, and to the face that stared at him with a deep frown. He flinched under his gaze as leaned into his seat, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Do you plan on annoying me more today?" Ghost said gruffly, his voice low and hoarse. No matter how he spoke to him König always liked hearing his voice, sometimes it scared him sure but he would take him yelling at him over him not speaking to him any day.

"I don't know what you mean, Ghost," König replied, his heart felt like it could leap out his throat at any moment.

Ghost leaned in closer, making König sink more into the chair out of fear, "Why were you staring at me so much during training?" He didn't know what he meant,

"You've been staring at me all day, even before that, you just kept staring like you wanted to pick a fight. You got a problem with me, König?"
König frantically shook his head, "No! I could never-"

"Then explain yourself." He demanded. He doesn't remember staring at him, not in the way he was talking about. Unless...sometimes König is told his eyes look dead when he's looking at someone, he doesn't do it on purpose but it freaks people out and makes it look like he wants to kill them. If that's the stare he was talking about then he could only panic, trying to explain he had no qualms with him but kept stumbling over his words.

Ghost stared at him as he stuttered and stammered over an explanation. He wasn't mad at him, not actually, he knew König is too much of a softie to pick a fight with him but he was curious about the staring. He avoids eye contact with everyone except him, he wanted to confirm something that was bugging him for so long but couldn't bring himself to bring up until now. With him so close and rambling on he thought it was cute, he thought he was cute, not that he would say that out loud, of course not. As he continued to ramble, Ghost looked down König's body, he was muscular, well, muscular doesn't even begin to describe him. He was built like a brick house and was as tall as a bear, he was nice to look at, better when he was cowering like this, all nervous and shaking, it made Ghost want to tease him, to see how far he could push him. Would he cry? Would he snap? Would he get sad, angry? He wanted to know, he needed to know. He continued looking further and further downwards, noticing something very interesting, the perfect opportunity to see what he would do.

"König." Ghost said, he was rambling something about butterflies now, he repeated his name, a bit more sternly this time, "mind explaining to me what that is." He commanded more than questioned

König was unsure of what he meant, his eyes following his gaze and saw exactly what it was. He blushed and quickly closed his legs, he was getting hard right in front of him. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement, to think he would have such a reaction in his presence, was he a pervert or something? Well, he did have fantasies from just seeing his bare neck and his bed, was he that down bad for this man?

He saw Ghost get to his knees as he stammered some excuse over his predicament, unable to string a coherent sentence without saying 'I'm sorry' or apologizing in some way. He didn't even register he was on his knees until he felt Ghost take ahold of his wrists, attempting to move them.

"I'll take care of it." He said, his voice monotone.

"T-Take care of it...?" he questioned, unable to think properly as his embarrassment made his head grow hotter and hotter

Ghost looked up at him, König couldn't deny he looked good on his knees right now, "Yeah, I'll take care of it, just keep quiet. Unless you want everyone outside to hear you."

As Ghost steadily undid the belt to his pants König finally understood what he meant. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he pulled down his pants, embarrassed and getting increasingly horny as he stripped him, gripping the chair handles tightly as he felt his underwear being pulled down, revealing his massive chub already leaking in precum. He couldn't believe his eyes as Ghost stared at it intently, his nerves and emotions running high. How was he supposed to act in this situation? His crush, the love of his life, was currently staring at his semi-hard dick. Was he in heaven? Did he die of embarrassment? He couldn't tell, and feeling the sensation of him placing his hot fingers around it was making him think he would die again.

Ghost smirked behind his mask seeing König, twitch and breath heavily as he touched his dick, stroking the massive appendage in his hands. He figured he'd be big considering his height yet he couldn't believe the weight this thing held at only half mast, it was like he was holding a loaded hotdog with all the bits and extra ketchup. His skin was extremely pale and sweaty, forgetting for a moment they had just come from training he noticed his musk was particularly strong as well, it was...intoxicating to say the least. He could feel him twitch in his hand, his body squirming as his breaths got heavier and heavier, he wanted to hear him make more sounds, to make more sudden movements out of pleasure, to twitch and writhe from his hands. He wanted him a blubbering mess by the time he was done with him. He stroked his cock more firmly, his member growing more and more in his grasp and König made soft moans above him, his eyes half-lidded but practically dripping with desire. Ghost felt something inside him grow warm and tighten in his chest.

"Does this feel okay?" he asks, making him hard enough to hold properly in his hand. Now that he was fully erect he realized just how big he was, he couldn't have been less than 6 inches. Since he was pale, he could see all the color in his body so clearly as it seemed to flow to his dick, the tip a light pink and oozing, Ghost felt himself swallow with an unknown eagerness as he looked at it leak in his grasp

"Y-Yes, very...very good." König could hardly believe what was happening. His hands felt so good, they were rough and calloused but so big and warm, he stroked him with such fervor and determination, it made his body tingle from his toes to the top of his head. If he could stay here forever he would, in a heartbeat. His hands were making his head swim. He would squeeze him firmly from the base, pressing his thumb along the underside with one hand while the other wrapped around him in a tight grip, sliding up and down from a slick mixture of his precum and sweat, unsure if it was from him or from his hands but he didn't care, sliding up to his glands, pulling the foreskin along with it and making his way back down. He moaned lightly every time he made his way down, his hips thrusting lightly into his palms, trying to chase the pleasure that was building up in his waist.

It was a good thing Ghost always wore a mask of some kind otherwise König would see the desperate smile that was trying to make its way onto his face. He was sure his face was contorted from trying to suppress his excitement. His heart fluttered every time he heard him moan, every time his hips bucked into his hands, more and more as the inside of his hands became wet and sticky with his precum, mixed with the smell of his sweat it was a scent he made sure to imprint in his mind. He looked up to see König with his eyes half closed, his eyes rolled upwards ever so slightly, he looked like he was enjoying this, enjoying rutting into his hands, inching ever so close to his holy land. Ghost wondered how he would taste, would he be salty from the precum or the sweat from training? Would he be able to taste if he showered that day or not? The thought of it made him hornier and harder in his pants and it felt like they would rip if he moved too suddenly, but he couldn't handle it much longer.

Ghost suddenly stopped his hands when they were at the end of their descent down his rock-hard dick, a thick glob of precum oozing out as his dick pulsed in anticipation. Though dizzy from the onslaught, König managed to focus his eyes again, seeing Ghost remove his hands and stand up. He almost whimpered at the lack of contact, wanting him to touch him again, to bring him over the edge and cum hard enough that his spunk landed on that sexy balaclava he always wears, but his mind went blank again when he saw him unbuckle his own pants. Ghost quickly and impatiently undid his belt and pants, his sticky, slippery hands making it hard to grip anything other than the massive log he held before. He kicked off his pants somewhere beside him and leaned over König again, pulling him by the waist so his lower back was barely on the edge of his seat and his hips floating, making the poor man yelp in surprise. He hurriedly pulled off his shoe and threw it elsewhere, pulling his pants and underwear off of one leg and spreading his legs apart. König blushed heavily as he lay splayed out in front of him. He wanted to cover himself up even though his hands wouldn't be enough to hide his raging hard-on, to have some kind of decorum and keep his dignity, but the look in Ghost's eyes made it known that no matter what he did he was going to take it away from him anyway. Ghost hooked his arms under König's legs and pushed them up and forward towards his head, raising his hips, essentially making his knees be on either side of his head. He wasn't that flexible but he would have to deal with it for now. He pulled down his underwear, revealing his own dick that was tortured in its cloth prison, and resting it on top of König's. he wasn't as big or as long as his but seeing them next to each other seemed to spark something inside him. Something sparked in König too as he saw Ghost's precum leak onto his cock, it was clear but thick and his entire member looked like it needed release. Did he do that to him? Did touching him make him that hard? König could only gush internally and scream within the walls of his mind as he stared doe-eyed. Ghost pressed himself onto König, making the taller man grunt uncomfortably as his legs were pushed further than he could get them normally, making sure their dicks were sandwiched between them.

"Hold them." Ghost said, his voice low and demanding but there was the slightest hint of desperation in his tone. König shakily grabbed their cocks, screaming internally and blushing at the thought of actually touching his crush's dick, "tighter." He groaned in his ear, causing him to shiver slightly.

König grabbed their dicks firmly, he could feel every throb of his heartbeat through his dick, making Ghost grunt above him. He felt him brace himself against the chair, moving his feet to steady himself before thrusting forward, bucking his hips into his hand and against his cock. He didn't know if to cry or smile, he was happy yet so horny he could die. He was so happy he could make Ghost make these sounds, that he was so desperate for him as he ground against his palm, but he was so aroused at the grunting that it made his cock tingle and leak more and more every time he heard. It was a weird mixture of emotions he hadn't felt before and it was growing and swelling inside him, heating his body to an uncomfortable degree. He wished he could move against him, to grind with him against his cock but he couldn't move in this position, he could only lay there as he held their dicks together, but he didn't mind the feeling of being used, of being his toy right now. Ghost suddenly thrusted harder than before, grinding particularly hard on him as he ripped him from his thoughts.

Ghost grabbed his face, hooking his thumb under his chin, and made him look at him, his hazel eyes staring at his piercing blue eyes intently, "Pay attention, the only thing you should be thinking out is You and Me? Understand?" König nodded meekly, becoming more embarrassed yet turned on hearing him scold him.

Ghost moved his hand from his neck and slipped it between them, dragging his fingers down his body. Down his neck, over his collarbone, pressing firmly against his pec and harshly against his nipple, and down his abs until he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it back up and tucking it between him and the chair. Fuck, he looked so sexy right now. König blushed at his body becoming barer in front of him, his scar-riddled body sweaty and flushed and splayed all for him to see, he blushed a darker shade of red as he turned his head, his breaths getting heavier and heavier.

"Look. At. Me." König flinched but soon turned to Ghost again, embarrassed but oh so turned on by him and his demands. His gaze was needy and arrogant and seemed to pierce within his soul and it brought tremors to his body in a way he couldn't describe. But it felt so fucking good.

Ghost continued thrusting against him, annoyed König couldn't keep the eye contact he wanted, that he craved right now, he kept looking between them as their cocks rubbed together, but settled for his muffled moans behind that mask of his and the view of his body below him. Even while being curled in the chair he liked the way his skin rippled and how each of his muscles still tried to bulge against it, he wanted to ride him, to feel how his member would twitch and flinch inside him as he impaled his ass, to hear him moan, and cry, and whimper under him every time he slammed his hips against him, but he shouldn't, this would be too much for him. So he settled for his moaning and whimpering right now in the hopes that he could get an even better fix later, sometime really soon.

Their dicks were leaking more and more precum as time when on, the sound of grunting and moaning filling the air but the sound of slick flesh moving against itself contained within the space between them. König whimpered more and more as Ghost thrusted faster against him, he could tell he was enjoying it, cursing under his breath every few thrusts, his hands gripping his legs firmly, his fingers pressing deeper and deeper into his skin, not to mention his cock throbbing with a heat much more intense than his, and it all made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He wanted to stay like this for a while longer but damn it, he wanted to cum, he needed to, he wanted to cum against his cock and his belly so badly, to hear what he would say seeing him release so quickly with so much semen on his body. Would he laugh at him? Call him pathetic for cumming first? The thought of him berating him sent a shiver up his spine, he doesn't remember being this much of a masochist but with Ghost...he would beg for him to insult him.

Ghost could feel his end coming as well as he bucked against him desperately. Why did his hands have to feel so good? Those long slender appendages easily wrapping around both of their cocks with ease and squeezing with a firmness he had only seen when he pulls the trigger. They weren't even calloused like his, surprisingly smooth and soft, and he liked that, like really liked that. He wanted to feel them in other places, on his thighs, around his waist, his shoulders, wrapped around his neck...squeezing firmly...tighter and tighter until he couldn't breathe. Fuck, just the thought of it was enough to make him nut on him and cover him in his cum, and watch it drip off those delicious abs of his. Fuck, he wanted to cum so badly. König noticed how desperate Ghost was getting, groaning and grunting against his ears, each sound sending a tingle straight to his dick. He was close too, the warmth in his core tightened and pulled harder and harder, so close to popping but never close enough, he needed something more, something to send both of them right over the edge, he just didn't know what. He could hear him mumbling against his neck, nothing coherent but he could hear a needy tone in his voice, so sexy~. He gently grabbed Ghost's face, making him look at him, his eyes were dark and stern but there was a shadow of pleasure and lust over them, he wanted to cum just looking at them, he could get lost in those hazel eyes as much as he'd let him, and it was those eyes that made him act on impulse.

He kissed him, well, not properly as they were still wearing their masks, but it was enough to feel the faint outline of his lips and the heat of his mouth through them and dear god did it feel good. Ghost's eyes widened in surprise, he wasn't expecting that, not a kiss, not something as...intimate as that. Sure, he was clashing swords with another man he had curled into a ball underneath him, moaning and sweating and breathing heavily under him, but a kiss? A kiss?? Ew. He couldn't deny he did like it though, König's lips felt so sure yet uncertain against his own, pressing firmly against him yet trembling ever so slightly, and it was that feeble drive of his that he loved so much. He came against him with a surprised grunt, his body shivering as the tremors of pleasure racked through his body. König came too at the sudden movement from him, moving the hand that was on his face to their cocks to stop them from spurting all over their clothes, the hot liquid coating his hands and waist in thick coats as he continued rutting against him. It took a while for their bodies to calm down, slight headache in both of them but otherwise exhausted and satisfied. Ghost gently let his legs down, watching the taller man sink to the floor, unable to hold his weight in the chair. He looked down at him, his hands and waist covered in both their cum, drenched in sweat and panting like a dog, it was a sight that drove him wild, that sparked more and more desire in him, and if he wasn't careful he was going to devour that man right then and there. But he couldn't, he shouldn't, not yet, but soon.

König watched silently as Ghost grabbed tissues and wipes from the table, even if he wanted to speak up his voice wouldn't let him, only allowing loud deep breaths and tired moans to leave his lips. He watched as Ghost gently cleaned him of their cum, scrubbing his palms and waist of the thick liquid, twitching and gasping slightly when he touched his sides but he didn't seem to mind. He felt a bit embarrassed having him clean him up but happy at the same time, he thought he would make him leave as soon as they were done but here he was staying with him. Maybe he could use a bit more practice with aftercare but he couldn't complain too much. They stayed silent as Ghost cleaned them both up and got him dressed, making him stand and making sure he looked presentable enough to leave. When he was done, König stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself. Ghost sighed in annoyance and grabbed the edge of his mask, pulling him down to his level.

"Tell anyone about this and I'll kill you." He said in a cold tone, König nodded frantically, a bit sad at his command, but then he planted his lips against his, well, in the general area of where his lips were but it was close enough, making him blush madly.

"But...if you ever feel the desires...come to me and I'll take care of it," he said with his lips brushing against his mouth.

Before he could even register what he said, he pushed König out of his room and slammed the door behind him. He stood out in the hallway confused, his heart pounding in his ears, he didn't have time to think when he heard footsteps coming towards him. He panicked and speed-walked to his room, closing the door behind him. With his back pressed against it, he slid down the door, losing feeling in his legs. There was only one thought that ran through his mind as he sat on the floor.

What the fuck just happened.