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Ghost looked on edge, as if there was an itch under his skin he was perpetually unable to scratch.
And the frustration made him mean.
He wasn't mean to Soap, he never really could manage to get truly angry at the sergeant, but the already harsh training the recruits were used to enduring had turned into full-on torture sessions at the hands of the lieutenant.
Soap wanted to help, to scratch the itch that had been bothering Ghost for weeks at this point.
He cornered him in the kitchen after Ghost had finished training the recruits for the day. Soap looked at him as he went through the motion of preparing himself a cup, another desperate attempt at filling the pit in his soul.
"New recruits are really going through it…" he tried to keep his voice neutral but Ghost could see through Soap the same way Soap knew how to read him.
"What do you want, Soap?" Ghost's voice was so sharp it could have cut throats.
"I couldn't help but notice that you seem a little bit tense, lately…"
"You think?" He glanced at Soap from the corner of his eye.
Soap loved the way Ghost's eyes looked when he was only wearing his balaclava, it added a softness to them that he wasn't able to witness when the man wore his skull mask. But today there was none of the usual softness, only the frustration of a Sub gone too long without giving the control to a Dom.
Soap knew that Ghost had no assigned Dom on the documents Price had provided him a few days ago after he asked the Captain about it, which meant that the first Dom able to claim the Lieutenant was free to have him.
"I know that you're frustrated and taking it out on the recruits."
"Did Price put you up to this?"
"No."
"Then mind your own business, Sergeant."
The use of his title told Soap everything he needed to know about how much the Sub hidden under the lieutenant's carapace needed some relief. And Ghost was lucky enough to have such a dedicated Dom under his command.
Pushing himself away from the wall, Soap got closer to Ghost and sneaked a hand on his flank. When Ghost did not make a single move to avoid the contact, Soap draped himself against his lieutenant's back, close enough to whisper in his ears.
"You're going to drink your tea, and then you'll go to your room to change and get ready for the gym. In thirty minutes, you'll join me on the sparring grounds where I'll claim you as my Sub in front of everyone. Understood?"
Ghost froze under his touch, but despite the fact that he had told Soap to go away less than a minute ago, he now stayed quiet and unmoving.
Satisfied by the Sub's reaction, Soap left the kitchen and went to his own room to get everything ready before claiming Ghost as his.
Some would say that a public Claim was outdated and barbaric, but the Dom inside Soap craved it. He needed everyone on base to know that the big mean Sub that was Ghost had been claimed by none other than himself.
Gathering everything he needed to claim Ghost had been a race against time after Price had finally revealed to him that the lieutenant usually took leave once every three months to spend some time at a relief facility where Doms and Subs without partners were paired together for a week based on their needs, compatible or not.
The idea of other people laying hands on Ghost's body had thrown him into a rage so deep he had spent an entire day locked in his room to work it out of his system. The preparation had started the second he calmed down enough to be rational.
Now that he was back in his room, the steps he had built in his head flowed like clockwork. First, take a shower. Second, put on clothes that are comfortable enough for a spar and show off enough skin for Ghost to mark if he wants to. Third, put on his thigh holster with the new knife he would gift to Ghost after claiming him.
He gave himself a look over in the mirror and smiled at his reflection. He looked like a confident Dom ready to put his claim on what was rightfully his.
Soap made his way to the gym where he spotted Gaz and Price. The Captain had most likely already told his Sub about Soap's plan to claim the lieutenant and they had both decided to be there to attend the Claim. A few unknowing recruits were also there.
Good, said the greedy voice inside Soap's head. They need to know he's mine.
Less than five minutes after Soap arrived at the gym, he saw Ghost enter the room, but instead of wearing his usual training attire, the lieutenant wore a black vest top and shorts so tight that they left nothing to the imagination.
Soap knew he invited Ghost to the gym with the intent of claiming him, but he had never thought that his Sub had clearly been waiting for him to ask.
It took him a few seconds to remember how to breathe as Ghost joined him on the sparring mats. Soap was glad he had chosen to keep his balaclava, nobody was allowed to see his Sub's face when he finally claimed him.
"Are you ready, Sergeant?" Ghost asked him, he had that glint in his eyes that made Soap want to fuck him right there with everybody present still in the room.
"I feel like I've been waiting for this moment my entire life," Soap gently pushed his lieutenant onto the sparring mats, which the Sub allowed for a few metres until he gave the first strike.
And just like that, the best sparing match of Soap's life began. They exchanged a few hits until the Sergeant managed to knock Ghost over, from this point everybody in the room could tell that this was not a regular sparring match between the two.
They fought for dominance on the floor, both of them growing desperate for more.
Finally, with Ghost immobilised under him, Soap had the upper hand, without thinking about the public they had gathered around them, he grabbed the Sub's erect cock through the taut fabric of his shorts and squeezed, drawing a loud moan from Ghost.
"There you go, Ghost…" he praised the Sub who had gone completely pliant under him.
"Simon," he panted. "Call me Simon if you want to claim me."
"Fuck yes, Simon. I will claim you in front of everyone, show them who you belong to."
His voice was dripping with possessiveness, which made Simon whine and roll his hips, trying to get some stimulation despite the fact that Soap was still squeezing his cock in his hand.
"I belong to you, Johnny. Always you."
In one swift movement, Johnny unsheathed his knife to cut the clothes off Simon's body, revealing his pale body to everybody in the room. He did not care about cutting skin as it would only be the first of many marks he planned to put on his Sub's body.
Seeing Simon completely naked and pliant under him made him snap, dropping the blade, he pulled the elastic of his own shorts under his balls and without giving Simon any more prep, sheathed himself to the hilt in a single thrust. The fact that there was barely any resistance made him think that Simon had taken the time to stretch himself before joining him in the gym. He would have to fuck him without any prep another time, or maybe carve his name on his Sub's skin and use the blood as lube when he would fuck him afterwards.
Simon's scream echoed inside the gym and Johnny could hear a few recruits moan when he started pounding into his Sub's tight heat. He set one hand on Simon's abdomen, low enough so that he could feel his own frantic thrusts through his skin, his other hand wrapped around his Sub's throat, squeezing just enough to make it harder for him to breathe.
They kept looking into each other's eyes, the Claim felt so natural it was as if they had always been each other's.
Johnny saw Simon try to lower his own hand to stroke his leaking cock, he would have none of that. He would need to buy a cage for his Sub soon, he wanted to be the only one capable of giving Simon an orgasm, and if it meant that his Sub was no longer able to touch himself that way, so be it.
"Don't touch yourself. You'll be punished if you do."
This drew another moan from Simon's throat. The Sub was writhing on the mats, overwhelmed with pleasure. John could feel how close Simon was to cumming, the possibility of edging him for hours was very tempting, but he needed his Sub for himself. They just needed to finish the Claim before ordering everyone out so he could take care of Simon with the privacy he deserved.
Softening his pace, Johnny let go of Simon's neck, causing him to take deeper breath now that his airway was no longer constricted by Johnny's hand. Johnny took the knife he had dropped a few minutes earlier and presented it to his Sub with both hands in the traditional supplication of a Dom asking to claim a Sub.
Simon grabbed the knife by its blade, cutting the palm of his hand in the process. He then proceeded to place the knife back in Johnny's right hand, consenting to have Johnny become his Dom.
Johnny took the knife back and after a small nod from Simon, started carving his initials over his Sub's heart. The room had become deathly silent as the last steps of the Claim took place. Once Johnny was satisfied with the way his carving looked, he held the knife over to Simon, who, looking him straight in the eye, licked the blade clean of his own blood.
Now that the traditional part of the Claim was done, Johnny put down the knife next to Simon's head and rolled his hips, trying to get as deep as possible inside his Sub. Simon gasped at the sensation and grabbed onto his shoulders, locking his ankles around his Dom's hips.
"Please fuck me Johnny…" he whined. "I want to come on your cock…"
Hearing Simon's begging sent shivers down his spine and Johnny picked up the pace, determined to make his Sub cum in front of everyone, claiming him once and for all.
The drag of his cock against Simon's most sensitive spots made them both moan in unison.
"Yes! Yes! Please Master! I love you Master!" Simon keened as he came, dragging his nails down Johnny's back in an attempt at marking his Dom.
The thought of bearing Simon's claiming marks was the last push Johnny needed before cumming deep inside his Sub.
They stayed like this for a few minutes, a pile of sweaty body and intertwined limbs. Johnny bent down to lick at Simon's wound, he would need to carve it multiple times to make sure it would scar, but it was enough for now.
Simon's eyes looked glassy, and Johnny understood that he had managed to put him in subspace during their Claim. The Dom inside him preened at the thought, but he needed to care for Simon and make sure he would be comfortable when he would come back from his hazy state.
Straightening up, he looked at the crowd, which had grown larger after the rumour of a public Claim had spread throughout the base.
"I want everybody out!" he shouted. "Or I will kill every single one of you for daring to set eyes on him!"
His threat seemed to be convincing enough as the gym emptied quickly, except for Price and Gaz who remained just long enough to hand him a small box.
"A gift from us to you both," Gaz said with a smile. "You don't have to put it on him now, but I think he will like it". Before Johnny could thank him, the pair was already out of the gym, the clicking of a key locking them in.
Johnny laid back down, applying deep pressure on Simon's body the way he knew his Sub loved, careful not to mess with the fresh wound on Simon's pectoral.
Now that they were completely alone, he gently removed the balaclava from Simon's face, revealing his beautiful face that he was now the only one allowed to see.
"You look so beautiful, my love…"
Simon blinked a few times, emerging from subspace with a shy smile and tears in his eyes.
"I love you too, Johnny…"