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Between You And Me

Age Rating: Explicit, 18+ (MDNI)

CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Mild PTS, Rough Sex, Blood

Tags: Established relationship, Post Las Almas, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Soap has mild PTS, Simon "Ghost" Riley Loves John "Soap" MacTavish, Rough Sex, Blood, Dirty Talk, Safeword Use, Ass Eating, No Lube, Spit as Lube, Choking, Biting, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Invasion of Privacy, Scent Kink, Clothed Sex, Light Dom/Sub, Top Simon "Ghost" Riley, Bottom John "Soap" MacTavish, Begging, Crying, Mask Stays On, Forced Eye Contact, Spit Kink, Degradation Kink, Coming Untouched

Word Count: 7.831

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67929621

A/N: Dedicated to @uhohdad 🫶 I started writing this in April based on a vague idea for a scene, and it spiralled out of control from there. Enjoy.

"One month?" Soap exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the file Ghost had handed to him. It detailed a month-long mission to Amsterdam that would force Ghost to go radio-silent. It was a standard intel-gathering op, but anxiety clawed at Soap nonetheless.

Ghost shrugged, taking another deep drag of his cigarette before responding.

"It's not a big deal, Johnny. I've gone on longer solos before," he replied, glancing over at Soap. The Sergeant's face had gone red, lips curving down at the corners and brows furrowing.

"Well, yeah, but that was before," he mumbled, clutching the file tightly, the paper crinkling in his grip.

Images flashed in his mind, of rain hitting his face as he called out for Ghost on the comms, the fear that gripped him when he didn't respond. Heart racing as he ran through the streets of Las Almas, praying to every god he knew of that Ghost would be waiting for him at the other side.

Ghost raised a brow, taking another drag before flicking the bud to the ground and stepping closer to Soap. He reached out, stroking the back of Soap's hand with his gloved one. Soap's grip relaxed, and Ghost took the file back, dropping it on the ground next to them.

He crowded him until his back hit the concrete wall of the main building, blowing cigarette smoke into his face.

"You gonna miss my cock that badly sergeant?" he rumbled, sliding a hand up Soap's side with a smirk. He was trying his best to pull Soap's thoughts away from that night, and judging by his reaction, it worked.

Soap gulped, his nose filled with the smell of cigarettes and Ghost, his cheeks burning hot under his gaze. Ghost tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his eyes. Soap blinked, gathering his thoughts again before leaning forward with renewed fervor.

"I'll miss the person attached to it more," Soap replied, smirking back.

Now it was Ghost's turn to blush, pale cheeks turning ever so slightly pink. He huffed, leaning forward and catching Soap's lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Soap grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him closer until his body was crushing him against the wall.

The concrete dug uncomfortably into the skin of his back, his shirt riding up as Ghost pushed him back into it, gloved hands gliding over his skin. Soap sighed into his mouth, tilting his head back to give Ghost better access.

Ghost reached his hand into his hair, pulling hard and causing Soap to gasp. Ghost curled his other hand around Soap's neck, his fingers putting the slightest pressure on his jugular, making his head swim and his vision go blurry at the edges.

He grabbed the straps on Ghost's vest, pulling him closer and curling one leg behind his, using the leverage to grind his bulge against Ghost's thigh. Ghost groaned at the movement, pushing his hips forward as well until they were both panting.

Their heavy petting session was interrupted when Ghost's phone buzzed in his vest pocket. He growled in irritation, sliding his tongue into Soap's mouth one last time before pulling away and checking his phone.

"I have to go," Ghost sighed, retrieving his mask from his pocket and pulling it over his eyes. Soap nodded, running a hand through his hair and averting his eyes. Ghost could see the wheels turning in his head, his anxiety building again.

Ghost frowned, cradling Soap's cheek in his hand and kissing him softly on the lips. Soap sighed into his touch, nuzzling his face into Ghost's palm.

"Las Almas was a fluke, Johnny. It won't happen again," Ghost reassured him. Soap nodded into his hand, smiling up at him.

"I'll see you later, darling," Ghost said, kissing Soap's forehead before turning and walking away. Soap was left disheveled and disoriented, his anxiety soothed for now. He let his head fall back with a sigh. He was going to hate this.

In the afternoon, Soap knocked hard on Price's office door, patiently waiting until he heard the Captain's confirmation that he could enter. Price was sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork as usual, and he barely glanced up when Soap entered. He closed the door tentatively behind him, inching forward until he was standing in front of Price's desk.

"How can I help you, son?" Price asked, putting down the folder and focusing his attention on Soap.

He knew what he was doing was stupid, immature and would probably affect the way Price saw him for the rest of his professional career, but he was prepared for that. Price had always seen him as a bit of an eedjit anyway, right?

"I would like to accompany Lieutenant Riley on his mission to Amsterdam, sir," he said, rushing the words out before he had time to reconsider. Price's shoulders fell, and he sighed, folding his hands on the desk in front of him.

"I'm not putting you on the mission, Soap," he said, matter-of-factly. Soap started to argue, but Price raised a hand, silencing him. "Firstly, it is a covert observation op, something you are not exactly suited for. Second, I am not sending you along just so you can distract my Lieutenant."

"I wouldn't be distracting, I'd be helping!" Soap argued, though he knew it was pointless. Ghost was a machine, and they both knew it. Price smiled at him, gesturing for him to sit. Soap slumped into the chair in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest.

He was being childish, he knew that, but somehow the quiet patience in Price's eyes was only making him feel worse. It was stupid, he was being clingy and codependent, but the thought of being without Ghost, completely no contact, for a month?

"Listen, son. I know this is the first time since Las Almas that you've been assigned to different locations, but it's only temporary. The op is relatively low-risk, alright?"

"I know, sir. I just-" he paused, running a hand over his face in exasperation.

"Simon will check in with me every day. If something goes wrong, you'll be the first to know, Soap." Soap looked up at him, meeting his Captain's kind eyes with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, sir." Price nodded, reaching out to clasp Soap's shoulder.

"Any time, son."

The night before the mission, Soap showed up at Ghost's door. Ghost heard him exit his room further down the hall, walk over to Ghost's room, and stop. Ghost stood in the middle of the floor, panting and sweaty from the run he just came from, mask gripped in his hand as he waited for Soap to knock.

He knew he could just open the door, drag Soap inside and move on with their night, but he also knew Soap needed to make this decision on his own. He'd been distant the past couple days, ever since Ghost told him he was leaving. He knew he'd have a problem with it, he just hadn't realised just how much of a problem.

It wasn't a particularly dangerous mission, any one of them could've done it, really. But Gaz and Price had other missions to take care of, and Ghost was made for this, sitting still and taking in his environment.

But he hadn't been alone in the field in a while, so disconnected from the rest of the team, from Soap, that the thought made his stomach roil. What if something happened again, something like Graves? He'd be completely out of the loop, unable to help if his team was torn apart once more.

Still, this was important. He needed to be able to fully commit himself to the mission without feeling guilty about it.

Johnny needed to do the same, to believe that Ghost would come back to him, no matter what. And he needed to do it on his own, without Ghost guiding him through it. So, he waited, grip tight on his mask as his teeth bit into his lower lip.

Soap stood just outside, picking at the skin on his fingers as he considered his options. He could continue to be childish and pout about Ghost doing is fucking job, which was a terrible option.

Or he could talk about his feelings, expose his fears to the person he trusted more than anyone, and swallow the fact that there was nothing either of them could do to make them go away.

Neither option was very appealing, but neither was standing outside Ghost's door like an awkward teenager. So he knocked, finally, and Ghost practically ripped the door open before Soap's fist had left the door.

They both looked surprised at that.

Ghost cleared his throat, stepping aside and gesturing for Soap to come in. His heart broke a little when Soap hesitated before stepping inside, letting Ghost close the door behind him.

They stood in awkward silence for a while, Soap with his hands in his trouser pockets and Ghost with one hand still on the doorknob, half expecting Soap to turn around and leave again.

Soap's eyes raked over Ghost, from his running shoes to his black sweatpants and hoodie and the disheveled state of his blond hair.

"Didya just come from a run?" he asked, attempting to break the ice.

"Yeah, needed to get some energy out so I can sleep," Ghost replied, turning from the door and tossing his mask onto the desk, where the mission file sat open and waiting.

"Guess you weren't counting on me coming over," Soap chuckled, though there was no humour in it as he looked down at the floor.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to come. Didn't want to pressure you." Soap nodded, the furrow between his brows deepening.

Ghost wanted to touch him, gather him in his arms and forget all about this stupid fight and tension, but he knew he couldn't. If they couldn't deal with this, he wasn't sure what they would do.

"Soap-"

"I'm sorry, Lt," Soap interrupted him, voice quiet. Ghost stopped, frowning down at him.

"What?" Ghost stepped forward, reaching a hand out for Soap, but he backed away, shaking his head.

"I'm being fucking ridiculous, I know. It's a routine mission and I'm acting like you're going to bloody war. It's stupid, and it's completely irrational and I know I'm acting like a fucking child but I-" Soap stopped, running a shaking hand through his hair.

"I can't stop thinking about you, out there, alone, just like I was." Soap swallowed, staring down at the floor, his shoulders shaking.

Ghost stepped forward, grabbing Soap's chin and forcing him to look at him.

"Johnny, you're not being ridiculous." Ghost's voice was firm, grounding Soap's thoughts for the first time since he heard he was leaving.

"You could get hurt and I wouldn't know," he mumbled quietly, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at the back of his mind.

"I know, I know," Ghost soothed, stroking Soap's cheek gently.

"I'll check in daily with Price. He'll tell you if he doesn't hear from me," he assured Soap, who nodded quietly.

He hadn't been able to stop imagining Ghost in the situation he was in a year before, when the Shadows had ambushed them in Las Almas and he was left alone, injured and fighting for his life.

He wouldn't have survived if Ghost hadn't been there, but Ghost wouldn't have any sort of backup out there.

Still, he wasn't alone. The team knew where the stakeout was and Price would be keeping tabs on him. If Ghost missed a check-in, the entire squad would be mobilized in minutes. Ghost would be okay.

"Nothing will ever keep me away from you, Johnny. I won't let that happen." Ghost's voice was unwavering, and Soap sighed, leaning into his touch.

Ghost pulled him closer, wrapping strong arms around him and resting his chin on Soap's head, nuzzling into his soft hair.

"I didn't know Las Almas was still affecting me this much," Soap admitted quietly. Ghost squeezed him tighter, and he relaxed into the embrace.

"It'll fade with time," Ghost said, kissing Soap's forehead gently.

Soap nodded, closing his eyes and nuzzling Ghost's chest, inhaling his scent. He scrunched his nose, moving back a bit so he could look up at Ghost.

"You're fucking boggin' Lt," he said, waving a hand in front of his nose and frowning. Ghost frowned back, stepping away from Soap and pulling his hoodie off.

"I was running," he said, but Soap was barely listening. Instead, his eyes were tracing the curves of his hips and chest, the slight roundness of his stomach that emphasised the shape of his abs, and the soft trail of blond hair that disappeared below the waistband of his sweats.

Ghost turned away from him, tossing his hoodie into the laundry hamper and stretching his back out. Soap's mouth filled with saliva at the sight of Ghost's flexed back muscles and the map of scars covering them. He gulped, the air around him suddenly hotter as his face flushed.

"Are you just going to stare, Sergeant?" Soap's eyes snapped up, meeting Ghost's in the mirror in front of him.

Ghost raised a brow in challenge, licking his lips as he stared into Soap's eyes through the mirror, and Soap knew he had already lost.

He stepped forward, and as soon as Ghost turned around he shoved him into the wall, pinning his hands above his head. Ghost went without struggle, letting Soap nudge his legs open with his knee as he kissed him deeply. His grip on Ghost's wrists was bruising, fingers digging into the pale skin.

Ghost liked it when Soap took control, flipped their usual dynamic on its head and ravaged Ghost like a man starved. What he liked most was the cockiness it awakened in Soap, the overconfidence he got from having Ghost pinned. It made his kisses rougher, his grip harder and his movements near animalistic.

And it made him sloppy.

When Soap licked into Ghost's mouth, he used the opportunity and bit hard into the soft flesh, drawing blood. Soap flinched, letting out a hurt groan. His hold on Ghost's wrists loosened as he backed away just enough for Ghost to be able to move. He twisted his arms out of Soap's grip, hooking a leg behind Soap's knees to knock him off balance.

Soap's breath was knocked out of him as Ghost pinned him face-first into the wall, locking his arm behind his back. He growled in frustration, glaring over his shoulder at Ghost, who licked Soap's blood from his lips.

Ghost tutted, pushing Soap's arm further back until his shoulder clicked menacingly and his face scrunched up in pain.

Ghost smirked, running his free hand through Soap's hair before pulling it hard, forcing Soap's head to the side. He leaned forward, his lips brushing over Soap's flushed skin.

"So this is how this is going to go, Sergeant. You're going to play nice and let me use you like I want, and in return, I'll mark your pretty little skin up so everybody knows who you belong to while I'm gone. That sound alright to you?" Ghost's voice was firm and steady.

Soap tried to pull his hand away, but Ghost pressed him more firmly to the wall, tightening his hold on his hair.

"I need an answer, Mactavish. Are you going to behave?" he growled, squeezing Soap's wrist as he ground his hips into Soap's ass. Soap gasped, his hips grinding back into Ghost's on instinct.

Ghost smirked, letting go of Soap's hair and wrapping his hand around his throat instead, holding him in place as he ground into him again. Soap was melting into his touch, his eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide.

"Johnny. Say it," Ghost prompted, stroking his thumb along Soap's jugular. Soap sighed, leaning back into Ghost.

"Yes sir. Use me, mark me as yours, whatever you want," he breathed, looking at Ghost through his lashes. Ghost smiled, kissing Soap on the cheek before letting him go and turning him around.

Ghost replaced his hand on Soap's throat as he kissed him deeply, his blood coating their tongues. Soap's hands clawed at his back, leaving angry red streaks in their wake.

Ghost ground his hips into Soap's, both of them groaning quietly at the friction the movement provided. Soap's jeans were painfully tight around his cock, which was practically dripping already.

"You remember your words, sweetheart?" Ghost asked, moving to suck and bite at Soap's neck. Soap moaned as Ghost licked up the column of his throat before biting down hard.

"Y-yeah. Yellow for slow, red for stop," he breathed, running a hand through Ghost's blond hair.

"Good boy," Ghost praised, his lips meeting Soap's once again. He wanted this to last forever, wanted to string Soap out until he was begging him to touch him, until he was crying with the need for him. But his body called out for Soap's, to touch his skin and feel him unravel underneath him, all his patience vanishing the more Soap writhed and moaned under his touch.

His hands gripped Soap's waist, turning him around and guiding him towards the bed, never ceasing his hungry kisses. He walked him backward until the back of Soap's legs hit the mattress, before pushing him backward so he fell to the bed, face flushed and chest heaving. Ghost's hands pulled at Soap's shirt until he lifted himself up, letting him remove it and toss it to the floor.

Ghost backed away from the bed, untying the string on his sweatpants and letting them drop to the floor. Soap raised a brow, a smirk forming on his lips as he took in Ghost's naked form.

"Running commando now, are we?" he teased, using the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothes as well. Ghost shrugged.

"Gotta be prepared for anything," he said, smirking down at Soap when he chuckled quietly.

"Jeans, Sergeant," Ghost commanded, watching with hands on his hips as Soap wriggled out of his jeans and socks.

He stood there for a second, eyes raking over Soap's now naked body, his heart full as he took in every little detail about his beautiful partner. Soap squirmed under his gaze, cheeks growing impossibly redder.

"You gonna come over here or what?" he asked. Ghost chuckled, climbing onto the bed next to Soap.

"Just getting some material for the mission. Can't have my phone, so I gotta memorise it," Ghost said, running a hand over Soap's stomach and chest. Soap shivered, a smile overtaking his face.

"Aw, haud yer wheesht, ya sap," Soap laughed, smacking Ghost in the chest. Ghost wrapped his arms around him, turning him on his side and pulling him close, until their bodies were flush against each other.

"Would you rather I say that looking at you makes me so fucking hard that I can't think of anything other than filling you up and marking you as mine?" Ghost said, his voice deep and rumbling. Soap's breath hitched at the same time his cock twitched with interest. Ghost raised a brow, running a slow hand down Soap's side.

"Whatever you want, Lt," Soap breathed. "I'll do whatever you want." Ghost smiled, his hand slowly moving lower and lower.

"I want you to scream my name when you come," he growled. Soap yelped as Ghost sat up again, flipping Soap onto his stomach and holding him down as he spread his cheeks.

The moan torn out of Soap's throat echoed in the room as Ghost licked a hot stripe over his hole, one hand jerking Soap of roughly as the other held him spread wide.

Soap could barely breathe as Ghost's tongue expertly unraveled him, the feeling of Ghost's saliva dripping down from his hole making him moan even louder as he desperately tried to move his hips in time with Ghost's hand on his cock. Ghost wasn't quiet either, the sounds of his ministrations punctuated by growls and deep moans.

He was already so close, a hot pressure building inside of him. His hands fisted the sheets as he buried his face in the bed, trying his best to keep himself quiet.

And then, nothing. Ghost's mouth and hands were gone.

Soap let out a confused moan, starting to raise his head when he felt a hand wrap around his throat.

"Come on, love. Scream for me," Ghost growled as he pushed his cock into Soap in one, smooth motion. Soap sounded absolutely wrecked, his moans choked off as Ghost used the hand around his throat to pull him back onto his cock.

The pleasure mixed with the sting of pain as Ghost fucked him with reckless abandon, the hand not on Soap's throat squeezing and slapping his ass with a bruising strength.

Ghost leaned forward, sinking his teeth into Soap's shoulder, the back of his neck, his back, his hips, leaving angry, red bite marks in his wake that he was sure would still be there by the time he got back.

"Fuck, Simon," Soap moaned, the sound urging Ghost on. Ghost growled, dragging his nails down Soap's back before slapping his ass with a resounding smack. Soap yelped, the sound cut off as Ghost squeezed his throat, cutting off the circulation to his brain for a brief, blissful second.

Soap was so close, but he needed more.

"Simon, wait- yellow, stop, please." Ghost immediately stilled, removing his hand from Soap's throat. His brows furrowed in concern, his hands stroking gently over Soap's red and battered skin.

Soap was panting, trying his best to gather his thoughts into words.

"Johnny? You alright?" Ghost asked, barely daring to move for fear of hurting him. Soap nodded quickly, reaching a hand back to squeeze Ghost's arm reassuringly.

"I- ah. As amazing as this is, I'd like something a bit softer, please? I wanna look at you," Soap admitted, face flushed.

Ghost's heart melted at the admission, and he nodded, gently pulling out of Soap with a quiet groan. Soap flopped onto his back, reaching his arms up and gesturing for Ghost to come closer.

Ghost didn't need to be told twice.

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Soap and holding him close. Soap hooked his legs behind his hips, pulling Ghost closer.

Slowly, Ghost slid back inside of him. Soap's face scrunched up in pleasure, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he moaned. Ghost leaned closer to him, kissing him deeply as he started moving his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm.

Soap couldn't suppress the constant stream of moans coming from his lips, and Ghost relished the sound. He licked and kissed Soap's face and neck, biting gently in between.

When their lips met, it was slow and sensual, tongues licking into each other's mouths in between gasps and moans. Soap held tight onto Ghost's neck, his fingers tangled into the soft blond hair at the nape of his neck.

"Touch me, please?" Soap breathed, bumping his forehead gently into Ghost's.

Ghost nodded, slipping an arm between them and wrapping a hand around his aching cock. Soap practically whined at the touch, his vision going blurry as Ghost started moving his hand in tandem with his hips.

"Simon, hah, I'm close," Soap gasped as Ghost tightened his grip on his cock, throwing his head back onto the pillows behind him. Ghost buried his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.

"You gonna come for me, Johnny?" he asked, gently biting the skin of his neck. Soap nodded eagerly, the pleasure in the pit of his stomach cresting as Ghost picked up speed, his hips snapping against Soap's ass with an obscene sound.

"Simon!" Soap moaned as he climaxed, ropes of cum covering their chests and stomachs.

The sight of Soap, red and covered in bite marks and cum, sent Ghost over the edge, growling quietly as he pumped Soap full of his release.

Soap's legs were trembling, his breath coming in quick gasps. He let himself fall down onto Soap, who wrapped his arms around him, hearts beating in sync.

Finally, he pushed up onto his elbows and leaned forward, catching Soap's lips in one more kiss as he pulled out, making them both sigh shakily.

He climbed out of bed, reaching for a shirt he had been wearing earlier in the day and gently wiping Soap's chest clean before tossing the shirt back onto the floor and lying down next to Soap, gathering him up in his arms.

Soap hummed contentedly, burying his face in Ghost's chest with a smile. Ghost held him tighter, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you Johnny," he said, nuzzling Soap's head.

"Love you too, Simon," Soap replied, voice slurred as he fell into the darkness of sleep, wrapped up in the arms of the love of his life.

Ghost had been gone for a week, and Soap was already depressed. He walked around base with a pronounced slouch and a frown permanently etched onto his face.

Price reassured him every day that Ghost was doing fine, but it did nothing to ease the ache in Soap's chest. He knew Ghost was fine, had known he would be the entire time, but that didn't fill in the empty spot next to him in the mess hall, or bring back the warmth missing from his bed.

Gaz had made fun of him at first, calling him a clingy simp who couldn't get anything done without his little boyfriend, but when he saw Soap pass up an offer to go off base for a night out, he knew it was serious. He started dragging Soap out of his room on day three, forcing him to go with him to the gym and out for a run, watching a movie with him in the evening.

Soap was grateful for Gaz and his attempts at distracting him, and he was quite enjoying spending more time with his friend. At the same time though, he would go into his room in the evenings, alone, and toss and turn for hours before eventually falling into a fitful sleep and then waking up to do it all over again.

The thought of yet another of those nights was at the front of his mind as he said goodnight to Gaz after their movie night, turning and heading in the direction of his room.

He was stopped at his door, fishing in his trouser pocket for his keys, when his gaze drifted behind him and down the hall, to Ghost's door. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and glanced down at them, seeing the set of room keys hooked on one of the rings; one to his room, and one to Ghost's.

Ghost had told him before that he didn't like people in his room, especially if he wasn't there. He said he could always feel that someone else had been there, and the idea of someone being in his space without his knowledge put him on edge.

He'd still given Soap a key when he needed to bunk with him after a pipe burst in his room, and he'd never taken it back.

Theoretically, he could go into Ghost's room.

Soap shook his head, turning back to face his own door. It was stupid, absolutely ridiculous, and would cross a boundary Soap knew Ghost had.

Though they had never talked about it again since they'd started dating. Soap had spent a lot of time in Ghost's room, sometimes without him there, though never without him knowing.

Still. Maybe he wouldn't mind.

He stared down at the keys held in his hand, running his thumb over them as he considered his options.

He could just hop into Ghost's room for a little while, just to get the feeling of him. It might help him sleep, and he definitely needed that. It was a bit creepy, sure, but he wasn't going to do anything.

Just poke his head in a bit.

By the time he finished thinking he was already turning the key to Ghost's door and pushing it open. The smell of Ghost hit him like a brick wall, and he found himself inhaling deeply as he stepped inside, any thought of "just poking in" vanishing from his head.

Ghost's room was exactly as it had been the morning he left, perfect and pristine as always. The black sheets were folded in perfect military standard, the floor clear of any clothes or debris. Ghost's jacket was folded over the desk chair, and Soap ran his fingers along the smooth leather, his heart filling with a deep longing for his partner.

Just being in Ghost's space was already easing his anxiety, the tension his body had been holding for days bleeding away as he sat down on his bed, running his hands over the sheets he had been gripping for dear life just a week before.

Ghost's scent permeated the air, seeping through Soap's nose and into his very being. Still, the empty space in the room was suffocating, a painful reminder of why he was in there in the first place.

Soap sighed, flopping down onto the bed with a frown. Rolling onto his side, he gathered the duvet around him into a cocoon, burying his face in the coarse fabric. His chest ached as he held the duvet close.

Ghost had washed the sheets before he left, so whatever was left of his scent in them was muted and hidden under a layer of bland, military-grade detergent. Soap wanted more, he wanted to be able to close his eyes and pretend he was wrapped up in Ghost's warm, sturdy embrace. He raised himself up, searching the room before spotting the laundry hamper.

Soap distinctly remembered the black hoodie Ghost had been wearing the day before he left, the one he had on during his run. The one that had absolutely reeked of Ghost.

Soap stood, brain completely overtaken by base instinct and the need for his partner.

He dug his hands into the hamper, tossing items of clothing onto the bed until he found the hoodie.

He picked it up, bringing it to his nose, and inhaled deeply.

He almost moaned as the sensation washed over him. Ghost's scent was so strong he could picture him standing there, wrapping his strong arms around him and pulling him closer, nosing at his hair, humming contentedly.

Soap slipped the hoodie on over his head, letting Ghost's scent envelop him. Almost involuntarily, his hand slipped down to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper as he climbed back into the bed.

He pulled the neckline of the hoodie over his nose, holding it there as he closed his eyes and wrapped a tentative hand around himself. He could almost imagine it was Ghost's hand instead of his own, rough and calloused.

He whimpered quietly as he quickened his pace, every shallow breath bringing the image of Ghost closer.

His skin burned for his touch, his bones needed the weight of him pressing him to the bed, but his scent was still enough to send Soap's mind spinning.

He was already embarrassingly close, just from a couple of hurried tugs and the scent of Ghost.

Still, he wanted more.

He moved his hand from the fabric of the hoodie and felt around on the bed, until his fingers caught on soft, thick fabric; Ghost's sweatpants, the ones he'd been wearing on his run.

Without a second thought, he pulled them towards him, burying his face in the crotch and inhaling. His voice cracked as he came with a loud moan, the smell of Ghost's cock thick in his nostrils.

"Tch, coming in your pants like a little slut, are we?" Soap smiled at the thought of Ghost's voice, his admonishments laced with adoration.

He lay there afterwards, weary to the bone as he snuggled up in Ghost's hoodie, pulling the duvet over himself as he fell into the first peaceful sleep since his Lieutenant had left.

This became Soap's filthy little ritual to keep him going while Ghost was away. Every night he would walk to his door, wait until Gaz was inside his own room, turn around and head for Ghost's door. He would slip the hoodie on over his head and curl up in Ghost's bed, inhaling his scent as he jerked off.

When the hoodie started smelling more like Soap than Ghost, he dug around in the laundry basket for another piece of clothing to hold to his nose as he came, the smell of his lieutenant filling his senses and turning his mind to mush.

He was sleeping a lot better, Gaz and Price both noticed he was a lot less depressed and some of his focus had returned. Luckily they simply attributed this to Soap getting used to Ghost's absence, the truth would've scarred them for life.

"Oh come on, that is so unfair!" Gaz exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the TV, his joy-con swinging from his wrist strap. Soap shrugged, a smug smile on his face as he leaned back against the sofa.

"What can I say, I'm just better," he said, watching as the highlight reel scrolled past, Dry Bowser swerving left and right on his motorcycle and cruising over the finish line. Gaz glared at him, punching him hard in the shoulder.

"That's not true and you know it. That green shell from fucking Mario messed me up," he grumbled, returning to the home screen. Soap snorted, patting Gaz's shoulder.

"Sure, buddy. Whatever makes you feel better." Soap stood, stretching his arms into the air until his back popped. He sighed, rolling his neck and undoing the strap on his joy-con before handing it over to Gaz.

"Giving up already?" Gaz teased.

"Nah, just calling it a night before I destroy your ego beyond repair." Soap ducked as Gaz tossed a pillow at his head, sticking a tongue out at him as he left the reck room.

The base was settling down for the night, tired recruits filing towards the barracks, heavy feet shuffling against the ground on their way. He saw the recruits he had been training earlier in the day, hands clutching weary muscles as they vented their shared misery. He chuckled as he walked past them, jogging up the stairs until he reached his floor.

He didn't even hesitate anymore, heading straight for Ghost's room and closing the door behind him. With how much time he had been spending in there, his own scent was starting to overpower Ghost's. He was also pretty close to reaching the bottom of the hamper, and Ghost wasn't expected back for another week.

He wasn't sure what he would do once he no longer had such easy access to his partner's heady scent.

He pushed the thought aside, heading into Ghost's bathroom to brush his teeth. When he was done, he made his way to the bed, stripping as he did before curling up in the bed, gathering the duvet under his head as he got comfortable. He reached for the jumper he had been using for the past few days, slipping it on over his head and inhaling deeply.

Ghost had clearly worn it while exercising, his scent musky and thick even after Soap's repeated use of it. He sighed contentedly as he leaned back, relaxing as if Ghost himself had his arms wrapped around him.

His cock was quick to react, already hardening as Soap ran his hands over his clothed chest, imagining the way Ghost's hands would feel doing the same. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and suppressing a moan as his hand wrapped around his length, squeezing gently.

All the tension melted out of him as he started stroking himself, using his free hand to pull the collar of the jumper up over his nose, biting into the fabric to hold it in place just as he had with the hoodie the first time.

He tried to move slowly, wanting to savour the feeling, the memory of Ghost touching him just like this.

Still, he was already a mess after just a few strokes, soft moans pushing their way up his throat as precum dripped down from the head of his cock, making each slide of his hand smoother and wetter. This was routine now, the smell of Ghost's clothes as he laid in his bed, hand wrapped around himself.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his right hand clutching the sheets as his left jerked him off. His mind was falling into a comfortable haze as he came closer to his orgasm, any rational thought falling away, replaced by flashes of Ghost.

The feeling of Ghost's weight making the bed dip, his body covering Soap's. The way his hands felt pressing him into the bed, the heat that spread through Soap as he leaned down, his breath fanning over Soap's face as he guided him, telling him to-

"Stop. Moving." Soap jumped, his eyes snapping open at Ghost's gravelly voice, his masked face hovering inches above his own. He had been so lost in his own thoughts, in the pleasure overtaking him, he hadn't noticed Ghost enter the room.

He was crouched down next to the bed, still wearing his tactical gear and the hard mask he wore out in the field, the skin around his eyes painted black. His gaze was intense, hazel eyes locked on Soap's face.

Ghost reached out a gloved hand, wrapping it around Soap's wrist. He stood, climbing into the bed over him and pushing Soap's wrist away from his aching cock and up above his head, holding him there.

Soap's heart was racing in his chest, his breath coming in short pants as he stared up at his Lieutenant. Fear and arousal blended together in his head. He was caught red handed, butt-ass naked apart from Ghost's jumper, in Ghost's bed, his cock dripping with arousal.

He could see the Lieutenant taking in the state of his room, his clothes strewn all over the floor, stained with Soap's release. He had meant to clean up before Ghost arrived, hiding all evidence of his strange new coping mechanism, but of course the bastard had shown up early and caught him completely off guard.

Soap was expecting him to be angry, to lash out at Soap for disrespecting his room and his property in such a way. Ghost's room was his sanctuary, and Soap had defiled it completely. Ghost's eyes were inscrutable as he took in Soap's vulnerable state, his body tense like an animal on the hunt.

"Ghost, Simon, I-," he started, his mind racing to find an excuse, any excuse, to explain what the hell he was doing. Ghost released his wrist, moving back until he was straddling Soap's thighs. Soap's anxiety spiked, his wrist aching where Ghost's hand held him down.

"I'm so sorry, Ghost, I'll clean it all up I swear I-" he was babbling, eyes filling with anxious tears as he sat up. Ghost's hand on his chest stopped him in his tracks.

"Shhh, it's alright Johnny, it's alright," Ghost soothed, leaning forward and nuzzling Soap's face gently with his masked face. The hard shell of Ghost's mask scraped against Soap's sensitive skin, sending shivers up his spine.

Ghost pushed him roughly back down onto the bed, his eyes tracing Soap's body, from his flushed face down to his dripping cock. The intensity of his gaze felt like fire on his skin, and he closed his eyes, turning his face away from Ghost's.

The next thing he knew was pain shooting up his jaw as Ghost gripped his face in his gloved hand, forcing him to turn his head back toward him.

"Open your eyes, Johnny," Ghost commanded, squeezing his jaw harder for emphasis. Soap complied, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

"You're not going to close those pretty blue eyes again, Sergeant. You're going to watch as I tear you apart, bit by bit, just like you want. Understood?" Soap trembled as Ghost spoke, nodding quietly as he did. Ghost hummed in approval, releasing Soap's jaw and stroking his cheek gently.

"Put your hands on the bedposts and keep them there. If you move, I stop," Ghost said, moving until he was slotted in between Soap's naked thighs. Soap did as he was told, hands wrapping around the posts at the corners of the bed, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.

Ghost leaned over him, nudging his mouth open with two gloved fingers. Soap parted his lips slowly, and Ghost pushed his fingers inside, hitting the back of his throat and making Soap gag. Ghost shushed him as he covered his fingers in Soap's saliva, until his gloves were slick and shiny with it.

With his other hand, Ghost unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down just enough to reveal his own hard cock, which he slowly started slicking up with Soap's saliva, groaning quietly as he did.

Soap's heart beat impossibly faster, his grip on the bedposts making the wood creak as he watched Ghost's hand moving up and down his length.

Satisfied, Ghost leaned forward, his left hand wrapping around Soap's throat, applying a soft pressure to his jugular. Then, in one swift, ruthless movement, Ghost thrust inside of him, bottoming out and pulling a pained cry from Soap's throat.

He tried to sit up, instinct urging him to move away, but Ghost's hand tightened around his throat, pushing him down.

Ghost hissed at Soap's painful grip on his cock, but he started moving immediately, forcing the tight muscles to relax.

Soap was trembling underneath him, tears running down his face as Ghost picked up a gruelling pace, pulling out until the head of his cock caught on Soap's rim, before thrusting back inside so hard Soap was pushed up the bed.

His pained cries echoed through the room in rhythm with Ghost's thrusts. He tried to keep quiet, keenly aware of the base's thin walls. When he squeezed his mouth shut, biting his lip and clenching his jaw, Ghost's right hand gripped his hair, pulling it hard and shoving his head back.

"Don't do that, love. Let them hear you. Let everyone know I'm back to take care of you," Ghost growled, nuzzling his masked face into the crook of Soap's throat. The command pulled another stream of precum out of Soap, and his moans got even louder as the pain started giving way to pleasure.

Now that Ghost's face was closer, Soap could hear the animalistic groans coming from him, punctuated by breathless moans as he pounded into Soap, the bedframe slamming into the wall with every thrust.

The sounds alone were driving Soap mad. Combined with Ghost's hands in his hair and around his throat, he didn't think he would last long.

Still, he needed more. He needed everything.

"Ha, Simon, I-" he cried, trying to put his feelings into words, but it was too much. Ghost sat up, keeping the pace as he released Soap's hair, stroking his hand over Soap's cheek softly.

"Shh, it's alright, Johnny, I've got you. Tell me what you need," he soothed, wiping away Soap's tears and easing his grip on his throat.

Words still failed him, his brain clouded with pain and pleasure, so Soap ran his tongue over his lips before opening his mouth slightly, looking pleadingly up at Ghost. Ghost's hips hitched at the wanton expression on his face, eyes glazed over and teary, cheeks flushed and pink lips wet and enticing.

He pushed his mask up over his nose, just enough to expose his lips, red and swollen from biting them. Soap moaned at the sight, sticking his tongue out as Ghost leaned over him. Ghost spit into his mouth, chasing it with his tongue, filling Soap's senses with the bitter taste of dark coffee and cheap cigarettes.

Soap swallowed every bit.

"You'd take anything I gave you, wouldn't you?" Ghost asked, his fingers digging into Soap's cheeks. Soap nodded desperately, sticking his tongue out further and moaning when Ghost spit onto it again.

"Pathetic little slut," Ghost growled, biting down on Soap's lip until it bled. Soap was a writhing mess beneath him, tears and saliva running down his face as Ghost took him.

"Simon, Simon, Simon," he moaned, his back arching with pleasure. Ghost chuckled darkly at the sight, hand gripping Soap's throat again and squeezing.

"You gonna come without me even touching your cock?" he rasped, his hips moving even faster as Soap's breathing sped up.

Soap came with a shout of Ghost's name, staining Ghost's gear as well as the jumper he had on with his release.

He was trembling uncontrollably as Ghost held him, biting and kissing at Soap's lips and pounding into him. The feeling of Johnny enveloping him, his walls tightening around Ghost and the taste of his mouth and the salt of his tears made sure he followed close behind, filling Soap to the brim.

Ghost held him tight in his arms until Soap's breaths evened out. He kissed his way from Soap's forehead down to his lips, languishing in the taste of him.

"You alright, Johnny?" Ghost asked, petting his cheek gently. Soap nodded, smiling dazedly up at him as Ghost pulled out slowly, watching his release dripping from Soap with quiet wonder.

Unlike his Sergeant, he hadn't touched himself since he left for his mission, knowing that nothing he did would satisfy him like the pathetic moans and pleading eyes of Soap did.

Soap still had a death grip on the bedposts, and Ghost smiled, whispering praises as he gently loosened Soap's fingers, peeling his hands away and wrapping them over his shoulders instead. Soap's hands immediately reached for Ghost's mask, pulling it all the way off in one lazy movement and tossing it onto the bed beside them.

A lazy smile covered his lips as he stared at Ghost's face, the black smudged around his hazel eyes, his tousled blond hair and his adoring smile. Ghost leaned forward, kissing Soap softly.

"You smell like me," he noted, kissing and biting at Soap's jaw gently, noting the faded marks on his neck from before he left.

"Aye, was kinda the point," Soap chuckled, pulling Ghost down until he was lying completely on top of him, the weight of his body grounding him, crushing him into the mattress.

"You weren't supposed to be back yet," Soap said, embarrassment blooming once again at the position Ghost had found him in. Ghost hummed, licking a line up the column of Soap's throat, against his jugular.

"Just couldn't stay away," he mumbled, kissing Soap's chest and collarbones. Soap could feel Ghost's cock hardening against his thigh, and he sighed, arousal crowding his mind once again.

Bleeding Jesus, he was going to be very sore in the morning.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John “Soap” MacTavish/Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish & Simon “Ghost” Riley, Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Male Character(s), John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley Additional Tags: CoD Collective Writing Event, cod x bmth, Based on a Bring Me The Horizon Song, listen this is just a How To Be Safe At A Protest PSA disguised as a cod fanfic, i need you to hold my hand and trust, Canon-Typical Violence, Police Brutality, author is in fact very anti monarchy, and may I just say, ACAB

Summary:

Three more officers had approached Si while he was busy picking the cane up, unsure what exactly he planned to do with it now that he had it in his hands, but as soon as he saw the first one grab his partner’s wrist, he stepped in-between to demand a proper reason of arrest despite knowing that he was unlikely to get a better one than what the poor woman had gotten.

Instead of an answer he found himself facing a gun, the crowd around them jumping back in shock as the officer leveled it on his chest. Jon froze in fear, grabbing tighter onto the smooth metal in his hands. He knew what would most likely happen next. He’d read enough about similar accounts in the news, heard about it from other people in their circles who’d had people dangerously or sometimes mortally wounded when situations suddenly escalated.

It was silent enough that he could hear Si whisper out a distressed “Darling”.

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Cut Me Open - Chapter 1

Age Rating: explicit, 18+ (mdni)

CW: Graphic depictions of violence, blood and injury, vomiting, hospitalisation, canon-typical violence

Tags: CoD Collective Writing Events, cod x bmth, based on a Bring Me The Horizon Song, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Simon "Ghost" Riley Loves John "Soap" MacTavish, Oblivious John "Soap" MacTavish

Word Count: 4.094

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67251826

Chapter 1/5

A/N: Written for an event in the CoD Collective Discord server (link here: https://discord.gg/6gYjucUv) and I tried so hard to make this into a one-shot. Clearly, I failed. This is based on the song Avalanche by Bring Me The Horizon, beta read by @gratia-illi-puella and @ijustwannaasksomething

Chapter 1 - Hands Around My Neck

The pungent smell of blood was what finally snapped Soap back into consciousness. It flooded his senses, making his throbbing head spin.

Groaning, he reached a hand up and gingerly touched it to his forehead. His gloved fingers came away coated in hot, sticky blood.

He barely had time to turn onto his side before he vomited all over the concrete floor, his stomach convulsing violently. By the time he was done, his entire body was trembling, his heart jackhammering in his chest.

He rolled onto his back, shaking hands clutching his head. It felt like needles were being pushed into his brain, going deeper and deeper with every frantic beat of his heart. The pain was so all-consuming, he barely noticed the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, of guns being cocked and punches being thrown, bodies hitting the floor and shouts bouncing off the walls.

Gingerly, Soap turned onto his stomach again, tucking his hands under himself and slowly pushing up onto all fours. His vision went black as another needle of pain shot through his skull at the movement, but he pushed on until he was crouched on shaky knees. His hand went for the pistol fastened at his hip, only to find it was gone, and he couldn't remember why. He didn't even remember where he was, or what he was doing there, and the harder he tried to remember, the worse his headache got. Still, he needed to get his bearings, or he was a dead man.

The room he was in was small, furnished with file cabinets and a dingy desk, papers strewn across the floor, splattered with blood. The desk could provide cover, though it didn't look like it would last for long. The walls were bare, the lack of windows casting the room in darkness, only a small flashlight on the floor providing a slim column of light. His flashlight, marked with pale blue tape Gaz had given him.

The footsteps were getting closer now, and Soap was still unarmed and unprepared for what he was about to face. Hiding behind furniture would've been the smart move, but the throbbing pain in his head kept him in his place. He reached into his boot, pulling out one of Ghost's throwing knives and bracing himself for an attack. The thin handle felt strange in his hand, but familiar at the same time, more delicate than he would think something of Ghost's could be. It helped calm his jittery heart. He was too vulnerable in this position, crouched down in the middle of the floor, but he knew that if he moved too much, he would just make it worse.

With his eyes trained on the door in front of him, Soap gripped the knife tightly, ready to throw it. A new kind of nausea swam at the back of his throat as the footsteps thundered down a set of stairs and stopped at the entrance to the room. As soon as the door started moving, he threw the knife as hard as he could, sending himself sprawling to the floor in the process as his shaky legs gave out.

The knife clattered uselessly to the floor as the door was flung open, smashing against the wall.

Ghost rushed into the room, pale mask splattered with fresh blood. His wild eyes scanned quickly over the decrepit room before they finally stopped on Soap's prone form. He was kneeling at his side in the blink of an eye, pulling Soap into his strong arms. Soap slumped against him, his head falling back against Ghost's shoulder as the last bit of fight left him.

His Lieutenant ran his gloved hands all over Soap's aching body, searching for injuries. Soap screamed when Ghost gently prodded at his neck, agonising pain flooding his senses and making his vision go dark. He could feel warm blood running down from his neck to his chest, a steady stream he hadn't noticed before, soaking through his shirt and vest.

Ghost's chest was rumbling against his back as he spoke, but Soap couldn't tell what he was saying through the ringing in his ears. The trembling had subsided, only to be replaced by an overwhelming stillness. He tried to move his hands, his lips, tried to ask Ghost what was going on, but he couldn't. His limbs were too heavy, his tongue like lead in his mouth.

Ghost was holding him tighter, his hand gripping Soap's jaw tightly, forcing him to meet his gaze. Soap could feel blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and down his chin, soaking into the fabric of Ghost's glove. Ghost's voice got louder, more urgent, ringing in Soap's ears. He was still shouting when Soap's eyes finally got too heavy, and everything went dark.

The first thing Soap felt when his mind came back to him was the thirst. His parched throat and mouth ached with it. He licked his lips, trying and failing to wet his dry mouth. Second was the throbbing in his head, starting in his teeth and jaw and moving behind his eyes, to the back of his head. The incessant beeping echoing through the room did nothing to ease the pain, nor did the indistinct chatter of voices that reached his ears.

From the sound alone, Soap could guess that he was in the hospital, and he had no idea why.

Gingerly, he opened his eyes. The fluorescent white lights hit his retinas like a flashlight, but he pushed through the pain, looking around at the room he was in. He recognised it as a military hospital room, sterile and white. There was an empty plastic chair pushed up to his bedside, a paper cup resting on the table next to it. The sheets underneath him were crumpled and damp with his sweat. He felt like he was on fire, his skin angry and irritated. Scratchy bandages pulled at it, and he itched to tear them off, to claw at them and scratch at his skin until it was raw and bloody. He reached for the bandage wrapped around his throat, running a finger against its soft cotton edge, his nail scratching at it.

Quiet footsteps to his left made Soap turn his head, his eyes locking with Ghost's where he stood in the doorway, a black surgical mask covering his face. His eyes widened when he saw Soap awake and alert, concern radiating from their hazel depths. Soap tried to smile reassuringly, but the pain it sent through his skull turned it into more of a grimace.

Ghost was at his side in an instant, reaching a gloved hand out towards Soap's cheek. Soft leather touched Soap's fevered skin, spreading more fire in its wake and causing hot pain to shoot through Soap.

He flinched away.

Ghost's hand froze in the air, hurt flashing across his face before he stepped back, letting his hands fall back to his sides. Guilt gnawed at Soap's insides at the hurt look in Ghost's eyes.

He opened his mouth, an apology on the tip of his tongue, his hand reaching out for Ghost's. Heavy footsteps interrupted him as Price came into the hospital room, a folder tucked under his arm and a cup of coffee in hand. He smiled softly at Soap when he saw him awake, entering the room and closing the door behind him. The noise from the hallway quieted, and Soap sighed with relief.

"Good to see you're still kicking, Sergeant," Price said as he pulled a second chair to the other side of the hospital bed, gesturing for Ghost to sit in the one closer to the bed. Ghost hesitated, glancing at Soap once more before sitting down.

"Good to see you, too, Sir. How long have I been out?" Soap asked, his voice raw and raspy. The thirst clawed at his throat with renewed wrath, and he swallowed painfully.

"Not long, a little over a day. Ghost's been here the whole time, making sure you didn't kick the bucket before I got a chance to talk to you," Price replied, leaning back in the chair with a lazy smile. Soap glanced back over at Ghost, who hadn't moved since he'd sat down. His eyes stayed locked on Soap, roving over his entire form with furrowed brows. The intense gaze made Soap's skin crawl with unease at the same time his cheeks warmed, and he looked away.

"Are you up for a little debrief while I'm here?" Price asked, holding the folder he brought with him with a raised brow.

"Sure, best to be done with it, aye?" Soap sighed, scooting further up in the bed. The feel of the sheets against his skin made him wince, but he pushed it down. Price nodded and flipped open the folder, scanning over the pages briefly before looking back at Soap.

"First, tell me how much you remember. Doc said you hit your head pretty hard, that your memory might be a bit rough around the edges. I just wanna see where you're at," he explained. Soap nodded, closing his eyes and thinking back.

"I remember we were tracking the Scorpions. We were looking for their leader, Martyr, when Laswell notified us of a lead, a safehouse. We headed out later that night." He paused, glancing over at Ghost as the night came back to him with a shooting pain in his head, all of it centred on his silent Lieutenant and his calculating, hazel eyes.

"You ready to go, Sergeant?" Ghost asked, casually pulling the straps on Soap's thighs and hips tight and securing them in place, something Soap was very capable of doing himself, though neither of them pointed that out. Soap nodded, patting his side-arm and checking his throat mic, making sure everything was as it should be.

"All good, Lt," he replied, turning the safety on his rifle off. Ghost nodded, taking a step back and doing one last sweep over Soap's body. The weight of his gaze sent shivers up Soap's spine, and he bit his lip, forcing himself to focus on the mission at hand instead of the Lieutenant's heavy gaze.

The plan was simple enough, really. Soap would enter through a back door, sneak through the house and enter the office located in the basement. Once there, he would gather any papers and information he could find before sneaking back out, trying his best to avoid detection. Ghost would be positioned on the roof of the next building over, providing overwatch and backup if needed. Hopefully, this would give them more information on the way the Scorpions operated, and where they could find Martyr. They'd been hunting him for weeks and somehow, despite Laswell's best efforts, this was their first viable lead.

"Keep your comms open, and try not to blow anything up," Ghost said, checking his own gear. Despite the mask, Soap could hear the grin spread over his lips. He chuckled, grinning right back at him.

"I make no promises." Ghost sighed, shaking his head, though amusement shone in his dark eyes, lit up by soft moonlight. Soap took a step closer to Ghost, grasping his shoulder tightly.

"I'll see you on the other side, Lt." Ghost stiffened under his touch, his hands clenching into fists. Roughly clearing his throat, he nodded at Soap, who turned, taking a step towards the safehouse, when he felt a hand grip his wrist so tight it could've left bruises.

He turned, a brow raised in question. Ghost pulled him back, so they were nearly chest to chest, Ghost's breath fanning over his face and their gear rattling together. Ghost raised his free hand, holding out one of his throwing knives for Soap to take. A warm flush spread over Soap's cheeks at the gesture, so simple yet oh so intimate. Ghost never let anyone touch his knives, or any of his gear, let alone Soap, who would probably lose it within five seconds.

"For luck," Ghost said, his voice low and husky. Soap swallowed, his hand trembling a little as he reached up, fingers wrapping around the hilt. His eyes met Ghost's, searching their depths for any hint of what he was feeling. His pupils were blown wide, which may have been due to the near dark surrounding them.

Soap slipped the knife from Ghost's fingers and crouched down, tucking it into the holster on his ankle, next to his own knife. When he stood up again, he found himself even closer, staring up at Ghost's masked face. Soap could feel Ghost's heat radiating from him in the cold night air, warming the bare skin of his arms. Soap's heart was pounding in his chest, anticipation and anxiety flooding his senses. He found he couldn't tear his gaze away from those beautiful, dark eyes.

"See you on the other side, Johnny." Ghost patted his shoulder once before turning, jogging away towards his lookout. Soap was left standing there, alone, heart fluttering with giddy joy and a smile stretching from ear to ear. He chuckled and turned, jogging in the direction of the safehouse, bolstered by the feel of Ghost's knife pressed against his ankle.

Soap blushed at the memory of Ghost's hand on his wrist, his face centimetres from his own. The intense look in his eyes. The sound of his voice. Price raised a brow, waiting for Soap to continue. Soap cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together before continuing.

"There were three cartel members in the house when I entered, all armed. They were watching a football game, didn't hear me come in. I made it to the basement unnoticed, started searching the filing cabinets. I collected every file I could, everything I thought they wouldn't miss, and started photographing the rest. That's when I heard something."

He paused, his headache worsening as he delved deeper into his memory. The hair on his arms rose as his heartbeat grew more rapid. He felt like he was back in that basement, felt the ceiling pushing down on him, the blood on his hands and face, the aching in his neck. Price noticed the change, leaning forward and placing a hand on Soap's. He barely felt the warm touch, or the way it burned his skin.

"I'd almost finished going through everything when someone rushed me. Don't know how I didn't see 'em coming, but I didn't. Next thing I knew I was on the floor, they were slamming my head into the floor and–" His fists were clenched at his sides, trembling as his anxiety rose. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply to try and calm his heart. Price waited patiently until he opened his eyes again.

"I'm sorry, Sir. That's all I remember," Soap admitted with a frown. Price nodded, patting his hand gently before looking back down at the file.

"That about sums it up anyway. Ghost came to get you as soon as he could. You were half conscious and bleeding from multiple wounds. He managed to pull you and the documents out, taking out the three Scorpion members in the process, but you were alone in the room by the time he arrived," Price said, closing the folder and standing up, with Ghost following suit.

"You lost over two liters of blood, so you'll be here for a couple days while they fill you back up, make sure there's no long-term issues," Price said, nodding to the IV pole next to Soap. He followed Price's gesture, eyes landing on a half-empty blood bag hanging next to a bag of fluids. The thirst came back with a vengeance, clawing at Soap's throat as saliva suddenly filled his mouth. He swallowed, turning his gaze back to his captain. Price smiled reassuringly at him.

"You're lucky to be alive, son. With that amount of blood loss, it's a miracle you're still kicking. Now, get some rest. We'll see you in the morning." Price nodded at him as he exited the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall. Ghost stood at the side of Soap's bed, eyes trained on his face.

Soap stared back at him, flashes of that night invading his thoughts once more. Ghost's intense gaze as he handed him the knife, the way he held Soap in his arms as he passed out. A second later, he was gone too, without a word, and Soap was left alone in a hospital bed, trying his best to fall asleep but unable to tear his attention away from the blood bag hanging at his side and the aching in his teeth.

Cold hands clawed at Soap. Scratching at his skin and trying to pull him closer as he fought desperately to get away. Nails tearing and breaking as he clawed at the unforgiving concrete floor. Blood covered his body, flowing from the gaping wound on his head and into his eyes. The hands disappeared. Soap tried to scream, but they returned over his mouth this time, fingers digging into his mouth, silencing him.

A heavy body held him down as the hands pushed his head to the ground, his skull creaking under the pressure. He groaned in pain, trying in vain to reach for the knife hidden in his boot. Before he could do anything, sharp knives stabbed into the soft, vulnerable flesh of his neck, and his body was engulfed in flames.

He woke with a start, a scream blooming at the back of his throat. His hands flew up to his neck, expecting to find the knives still stuck there, only to be met with bandages and sweat-soaked skin.

Soap sighed, lying back in the bed and trying to get his breathing under control. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, and he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. The clock above the door read close to three in the morning, and despite all the trauma he had been through, Soap's body itched with the need for movement, the rough sheets scratching at his skin. His headache had finally lessened, but the fire burning under his skin had stayed, making every movement feel like he was being flayed alive. His gums ached now as well, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing and the beating of his heart, until the door opened quietly. His eyes snapped back open, only to find a kind looking nurse entering the room with a tray of syringes. She smiled when she noticed Soap was awake, turning on the small lamp next to the bed.

"Hi John, I'm your nurse tonight, Kate. Just giving you your antibiotics," she explained as she emptied the syringe of air before plunging it into the IV line on the back of Soap's hand. His veins burned as the antibiotics flooded his system. He winced in pain and the nurse smiled down at him sympathetically, her eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Burns a bit going in, I know, but it should fade in a minute," she explained, tossing the empty syringe into a nearby biohazard box. "You having trouble sleeping, Sergeant?" she asked. Soap nodded, running a rough hand over his face.

"Aye, dreams've been running me ragged," he replied.

"That'll happen when you get a bump on your head like you've got. How about I get you some sedatives, just to help you sleep better?" Soap nodded, thanking the nurse as she left the room, leaving the door cracked open. The hall outside his room was dark and quiet, lit only by dim wall-lights casting an eerie glow onto the linoleum floor. The size of the hall just outside reminded him of just how vulnerable he was, the darkness looking like an open maw, just waiting for him to lower his guard. He swallowed, his hands itching for a weapon and his gut urging him to run. He tried to convince himself that he was completely safe, hammering it into his brain that this was a military hospital and that no one would be able to hurt him.

But when twenty minutes passed and his nurse still hadn't returned, the dread pooling in his stomach like poison only got worse.

Unable to sit still any longer, Soap got out of bed, using the IV pole to steady himself as he made his way over to the door. He leaned his head out the doorway, looking left and right and finding nobody there. The nurses' station at the end of the hall seemed empty as well, and the silence of the hall made his skin crawl. He steeled himself, before taking a shaky first step out into the hall as he clung to the pole.

"Hello?" he called, his voice bouncing off the walls and echoing down the hall. "Kate?"

No response.

Even the incessant beeping of heart monitors had quieted. He took another step forward, gripping the pole so hard his knuckles turned white. His heart raced in his chest, in time with the pounding in his head. He turned to the right, in the direction of the nurses' station, shuffling slowly down the hall. It seemed like it stretched on forever, his tired legs already missing the comfort of the hospital bed, but he needed to figure out what was going on. Maybe the nurse had been hurt, had fallen or been attacked or–

He stopped, his entire body tensing up as he closed his eyes, sniffing the air. Something smelled delicious . He let go of the pole, stumbling before catching his balance on the wall and walking forward with a speed and assurance that had seemed so impossible moments before. His mouth watered as the scent got stronger, until he could practically taste it in the air. He stopped in the open doorway of another hospital room, further down the hall.

A man was lying in the bed, someone he didn't recognise. He was asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily with every breath. Soap frowned, and sniffed the air again. The smell was definitely coming from the man. He stepped closer, his teeth and gums aching as the scent filled his senses. The man was bandaged from his shoulder on and down his chest, the white cotton stained a deep red in the middle. Soap licked his dry lips, walking forward until his hand rested on the bed by the man's leg.

The blood stain was wet, soaking through the bandage and spreading out on the white fabric. His head swam as he stared at it, mouth flooding with saliva and teeth aching with the need to bite , to sink them into soft flesh and feel the warm, metallic liquid pour over his tongue as he drank his fill. All his problems would go away, and it would feel so good . His left hand clutched the sheets as his right reached out, fingertips itching as he inched closer to the liquid gold.

"Sergeant? What are you doing in here?" Soap froze, fingers hovering over the man's bandage. Frowning, he pulled his hand back and turned. Kate, the nurse from before, was standing in the doorway, a cup of pills in her hand and confusion written all over her face.

"I-" he started, but he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten there in the first place. "I was looking for you and…" he searched his memory, but all he found was an intoxicating scent and the feeling of hunger. Kate nodded, taking a step forward and looking him over. Her eyes caught on the patch of blood blooming on the man's chest and she frowned, pressing the call button on the wall above his bed.

"Must be the concussion, getting you all mixed up," she explained, holding his arm and gently guiding him out of the room, just as another nurse arrived in the doorway. "Could you please check Robinson's stitches?" she asked the second nurse, who nodded before disappearing into the room. Kate smiled reassuringly as she walked with Soap down the hall, back towards his own room and away from the intoxicating scent emanating from the man, grabbing his discarded IV pole on the way back to his room. "I'll set you up with a new line and get you to sleep, alright Sergeant?"

Soap nodded, looking at the IV line dripping onto the floor, then at the thin stream of blood running from a small wound on the back of his hand. He hadn't even felt it when the needle ripped out of his skin.

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Taste (Poly141 monster au)

Age rating: explicit, 18+ (mdni)

CW: Mild gore, blood, blood sucking, rough sex, blood as lube

Tags: Monster hunter Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Incubus John "Soap" MacTavish, Vampire Simon "Ghost" Riley, Werewolf John Price, Switch Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Switch John "Soap" MacTavish, Top John Price, Switch Simon "Ghost" Riley, Half-Vampire Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Blood Drinking, Blood, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Barebacking, Knotting, Vampire Bites, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Everyone worships Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Blood Kink, Biting, Voyeurism, Choking, Blood Loss, Exhibitionism, Face-Fucking, Anal Fingering, Blood As Lube, Come as Lube, Breeding Kink, Established Relationship

Word count: 3.797

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47512690

A/N: I originally wrote this in may 2023 and while struggling to write another thing I decided to just edit this instead, so here you go. Might write some more of this, might just do a little guide to this supernatural universe, idk.

Blood soaked through Gaz's shirt as he pulled the knife from the vampire's chest, letting the creature's body fall to the floor with a loud thud. His heart was racing and he was panting, muscles aching with exhaustion and already blooming bruises. Cuts and bites littered his body, blood dripping down his skin, mixing with the blood of the monsters he had slayed. He wiped the blood off the knife, the heavy scent of death and gore making his head spin. Ghost appeared behind him, his fangs extending as he moved his pale wrist to his lips, biting deep before holding it out to Gaz.

Ghost's blood was thick and dark, almost ruby-red in the dim light, and Gaz felt his own smaller fangs extend, sending a stabbing pain through his skull. He hadn't had any blood in months. He didn't need it the way actual vampires did, so he went without for as long as he could. But Ghost was staring at him intently, eyeing the deeper wounds on Gaz's body and the blood dripping down onto the concrete floor.

"Take it, love. It'll help." Ghost's deep, commanding voice was enough to make Gaz's resolve shatter. He grabbed Ghost's wrist gently, guiding it to his lips. The smell was intoxicating, Ghost's natural scent mixed with the metallic tinge of his blood. Gaz leaned forward, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around Ghost's wrist. The taste was otherworldly, metallic and salty but oh so sweet at the same time. Gaz couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him as he drank deeply from Ghost's wrist, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as hot blood coated his tongue. Ghost's other hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his chest and holding him tightly.

"That's it. Take as much as you need," Ghost encouraged, nuzzling into Gaz's soft curls. Gaz couldn't think, Ghost's blood on his tongue the only thing he could focus on. At least until a second body pressed up against his back, a tail wrapping around his thigh and Soap's face nuzzling the back of his neck. Lust suddenly flooded his senses as Soap's scent filled his nose, enhancing the euphoria of the blood as Gaz moaned again, his cock twitching in his pants.

"Havin' fun without me, darlings? That's not very fair," Soap purred into Gaz's ear, his tail moving further up Gaz's thigh, the pointed tip grazing the tent in Gaz's pants.

"Come now, Soap, don't tease." Price's voice cut through the fog of lust clouding his mind as he peeled Soap off of him, pulling him into his strong arms instead and holding him there. Soap huffed in annoyance, busying himself instead with scratching his claws up and down Price's hairy arms as his gaze roved over his other two partners.

Gaz was trembling in Ghost's arms, feeling like a live wire. His senses were heightened, everything so much more intense as the blood got into his system. This was one of the reasons he didn't drink often. It sent him into a state similar to a werewolf's heat, but it was the quickest and safest way to heal his wounds.

"We should get this one home, get him taken care of," Price said, moving closer to the other pair. He moved Soap to Ghost's side, placing himself at Gaz's back. Gaz hated feeling so helpless, but his mind was already slipping into heady oblivion. He knew he was safe. His partners would take good care of him.

Eventually his hunger was sated and he let go of Ghost's wrist, practically slumping into Price's waiting embrace. Price turned him around and picked him up easily, strong hands guiding Gaz's legs around his waist and holding him up. Price nosed at his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Gaz knew Price would be able to smell Ghost's scent mixed with his and the thought made his cock twitch again in excitement.

"It's okay, pup. We'll be home soon," Price said, stroking a hand up Gaz's back soothingly. Gaz felt Soap's hand in his, twining their fingers together and squeezing. Gaz could smell the pheromones radiating from Soap, the smell relaxing every muscle in his body until he went completely limp in Price's arms.

"We've got you, babe. Just relax," Soap cooed as Gaz's eyes drifted closed.

Gaz was so cold, despite being wrapped up in thick blankets. He was naked, his skin washed of all blood and all his wounds healed up nicely. His thoughts were clearing up a little, but lust still ran thick in his veins, his cock hard and leaking. Soap was sitting at the edge of the bed, idly playing with his own cock and moaning quietly, his head thrown back and his tail curled around the base of his cock.

Gaz's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering as Soap let out a long whine of pleasure, his pheromones flooding Gaz's senses. He barely noticed his own hand sneaking down to wrap around his cock, stroking himself in time with Soap's movements.

"You were supposed to be watching him, Johnny." Ghost's voice startled both of them out of their haze, Soap practically jumping when he noticed Ghost leaning against the doorframe, staring intently at the two of them. Gaz blushed down to his toes, avoiding Ghost's intense gaze as Soap spun around, surprise on his face when he noticed Gaz was awake.

Soap blushed as well but didn't cease his rhythmic stroking, fingers running deftly over the ridges of his cock, twisting at the tip and pulling on his foreskin.

"I got distracted?" Soap said sheepishly, looking up at Ghost through his lashes. Ghost was on him in a flash, hand tight around Soap's throat as he pushed him back onto the bed with a growl, baring his sharp fangs. Soap moaned as Ghost squeezed his neck, the sight causing a bead of precum to drool from Gaz's aching cock.

"Now, now boys, let's not keep our poor baby waiting," Price said as he entered their room, running his hand up Ghost's naked back, claws dragging against his skin. Ghost growled once more before letting go of Soap's neck, much to Soap's displeasure. Soap was quick to move on though, turning and crawling up the bed to sit on Gaz's lap, tail wrapping around Gaz's cock as he leaned down, kissing and biting at Gaz's neck roughly.

"Sorry love, 'm sorry, I didn't mean to get distracted," he mumbled against Gaz's throat, his hands running up and down his arms. Gaz moaned as Soap kept licking and sucking at the sensitive skin on his throat, his teeth scraping against the scar left over from his failed transformation. Meanwhile his tail was jerking Gaz off with enthusiasm, the ridges making Gaz's eyes roll to the back of his head in bliss.

"Fuck, Tav," he breathed, his hands running over Soap's torso, against his tight abs and up his back, tangling into the back of his hair and pulling his head back to crush their lips together. Gaz ran his tongue over Soap's bottom lip until Soap's mouth opened eagerly, allowing Gaz entrance as he licked his way into Soap's mouth. Soap moaned loudly, grinding down against Gaz as his claws dug into Gaz's biceps.

Ghost climbed into bed with them, slotting himself behind Gaz and pulling him into his lap, wrapping his arms around Gaz's waist and joining Soap's tail in stroking his cock. It almost felt like too much, the feeling of Ghost's cock against his lower back and his hand around his cock, his breath skirting Gaz's neck, all while Soap ground against him, kissing him deeply and desperately. Price sat behind Soap, kissing his neck gently and massaging his flanks.

"Soap, why don't you ride Gaz's cock to get us started, hm?" Price asked, grabbing a handful of Soap's ass and squeezing. Soap whined, nodding eagerly as he backed up, situating himself so his ass was right above Gaz's hard cock. Soap was already dripping wet, slick coating his waiting hole. Gaz was never more grateful for Soap being an incubus than he was in these moments, when all he wanted was to sink deep into the scorching warmth of him.

Soap grabbed hard onto Gaz's shoulders and dropped himself down on his cock without warning, taking Gaz's entire length in one go with a loud cry of pleasure. His insides fluttered around Gaz's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure up Gaz's spine as he started to lift himself up, setting a quick pace with no hesitation. Ghost held Gaz tightly, playing with his nipples and sucking at his neck, murmuring encouragement as Soap rode him eagerly.

Gaz felt like he was floating, his partners surrounding him and holding him as he felt his primal urges taking over. Ghost told him he had felt similarly when he first turned, like he was reduced to his base urges, a feeling Price said sounded like a werewolf's heat. And since Gaz's own transformation had failed, he was stuck in a permanent limbo of half-turned, so every time he drank blood he essentially experienced his transformation again. Thankfully, he had his boys there for him to indulge his urges until he came down from the high, and they were there to hold him through that too.

Gaz could feel pleasure pooling in his gut as he stared up at Soap, watching as he rode Gaz's cock, grinding his hips down and rolling them, his walls clenching around Gaz. Soap looked absolutely sinful, his cheeks flushed red and his lips shiny with spit. Price was behind him, one hand fisting Soap's hair and holding his head back, forcing him to look at Gaz as he rode him.

"Isn't our little demon pretty, Gaz? Look how well he takes you," Price said, nosing at Soap's throat as he spoke, his other hand running up and down Gaz's thigh. Gaz groaned at Price's words, nodding weakly as he leaned forward, kissing his way up Soap's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging him close. Soap threaded a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that sent shivers up Gaz's spine.

Soap was looking into his eyes with such pure love and adoration, his other hand cupping Gaz's cheek gently as he slowed his movements. His hips rolled languidly, letting Gaz fully sink into his warmth. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Gaz's before kissing him deeply, twining their tongues together with a wanton moan.

"I love you so much," he said against Gaz's lips, voice wet and breathy, and Gaz caught his lips in another kiss, pulling Soap closer. His skin was burning hot under Gaz's touch, sweat slicked and soft.

"I love you too," Gaz breathed, lips moving against Soap's as he spoke. Soap's tail was still wrapped around the base of his cock, holding Gaz in place as Soap rode him. But Gaz had had enough of Soap having all the control.

He leaned back, trusting Ghost to carry most of his weight as he grabbed Soap's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Soap squeaked in surprise as Gaz held him still, nails digging into his skin. His eyes were wide and surprised, but Gaz could see the challenge in them, could see Soap silently begging him to take control like he wanted to. And Gaz was never one to back down from a challenge.

He held Soap still as he pulled nearly all the way out, brutally slow, until just the tip was still encased in Soap's warmth. Then, without giving Soap time to adjust, he slammed his hips up, thrusting deep inside Soap as Soap yelped, claws digging into Gaz's arms as he held on. Gaz kept going, picking up a torturous rhythm as he slammed into Soap, hips bucking up as he fucked him hard and deep. Soap was crying in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking as he stared down at Gaz.

"There you go love, take him like you want to, like you deserve," Ghost whispered in Gaz's ear, his hands on Gaz's chest, holding him tight as he talked him through it, whispering encouragement into his ear. The harder Gaz fucked Soap the more pheromones he released, the entire room smelling like sex and lust as the incubus was pushed to the edge. His walls clenched hard around Gaz as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum as he cried out, his entire body spasming. Hunger overcame Gaz, his throat drying up with the need to drink. Ghost noticed his body tense up, his thrusts slowing, and leaned forward, lips brushing against the shell of Gaz's ear.

"You want to bite him, don't you? Drink his blood until he's weak in your arms, until he's shaking with more than just pleasure." Ghost's voice was a deep rumble in Gaz's ear, and he nodded, fangs aching, eyes focused on the sensitive skin of Soap's throat, the carotid artery jumping with Soap's rapid heartbeat.

"Do it, love. Bleed him dry. You know he can take it. You know he loves it." Gaz's thrusts became harder as he leaned forward, grabbing Soap's shoulders and pulling him in, his fangs piercing the skin easily. Blood flooded Gaz's mouth, hot and spicy like demon blood always was, making his tongue tingle pleasantly. Soap took it all, debauched moans escaping his mouth as he held on to Gaz's shoulders. Blood trickled down his naked torso, over his taut abs, mixing with his cum as it dripped down.

The taste of Soap's blood, the smell of his sweat, the feeling of his walls fluttering around Gaz was enough to send him over the edge. He bit down harder as he came, pulling another loud moan from deep within Soap as he filled him up. Ghost curled up against Gaz' back, a hand wrapping around his throat as he kissed his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, holding him through his orgasm. Price was kissing the back of Soap's neck gently, soothing him as Gaz swallowed his blood in deep gulps.

Eventually, Soap became limp in Gaz's arms, his eyes closing as he fell unconscious. Gaz felt his heart rate slow, his breaths becoming shallow. He let go of Soap's neck, kissing the wound gently and watching as it started to close up.

"There you go, pup. Feel better?" Price asked, wiping the blood off of Gaz's chin and holding his fingers out in front of him. Gaz sucked them into his mouth eagerly, licking and sucking until they were clean. He nodded, feeling himself starting to come down from his high. He could feel his body becoming weaker, but they all knew it wasn't over yet.

Soap groaned as he came to, looking down at Gaz with glassy eyes and a soft smile. He leaned forward, kissing Gaz gently on the lips, cupping his cheek.

"You did so well, doll. So good for me," he whispered, kissing Gaz once more before climbing off of him, slumping down into the bed next to them. He curled up on his side, propping himself up on his hand with a smirk.

"Don't mind me boys, do your thing," he said, the lust in his voice clearly urging the other two on. Price and Ghost didn't wait for Gaz to say anything, Price simply backed up and pulled Gaz with him until he was laying flat on his back, Price situated between his legs, his large cock bumping against the cleft of Gaz's ass. Ghost moved until he was on his knees right above Gaz's head.

Ghost put one hand under Gaz's chin, tilting his head until his mouth was lined up perfectly with Ghost's cock, the head resting against Gaz's lips. Price leaned over him, kissing his chest softly, one hand fondling his left pec as his mouth got to work with the right one, sucking his nipple into his mouth and biting it gently. They had barely even started and Gaz was already a writhing mess under them, moaning uncontrollably as Price continued to suck on his nipple.

"You ready, love?" Ghost asked, brushing a hand over Gaz's cheek. He was staring down at Gaz, absolutely awestruck by the man lying beneath him, the leftover blood on his neck and chest, the flush on his cheeks and the glazed look in his eyes. Gaz nodded, which only caused Ghost to growl, tapping him on the chin.

"I need words, Gaz. Are you ready?" Gaz blushed, but maintained eye contact.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready."

"Do you remember what to do to make us stop?" Price asked, giving Gaz's peck one last bite before sitting up, hands on Gaz's knees, holding his legs open.

"Tap Ghost's thigh three times, sir." Price smiled.

"Good pup." He reached over to Soap, gently nudging his legs open as he dipped his fingers inside his hole, gathering up his slick and Gaz's cum before moving his hand to Gaz's neck, scooping up the rest of Soap's blood pooling there. Gaz watched, hypnotised, as Price brought his blood and cum covered fingers down to Gaz's hole. He circled the tight muscle once, twice, before slowly dipping the first finger inside of Gaz.

Gaz moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as Price's finger slipped inside of him, and Ghost took the opportunity to thrust forward, his cock sliding easily into Gaz's open mouth. Gaz gagged as Ghost bottomed out, his cock hitting the back of Gaz's throat, but he didn't stop, starting to thrust into Gaz's throat without mercy, one hand around Gaz's throat and the other on his shoulder, holding him down.

Gaz's entire body relaxed as Ghost fucked his throat, which let Price slip a second finger inside of him without much resistance. Gaz groaned, sending vibrations up Ghost's cock who held his throat tighter, squeezing as he growled, his fangs bared. Tears were forming in Gaz's eyes, running down his cheeks. He couldn't stop moaning, Price and Ghost's hands keeping him still.

"You're so good for us, pup. So pretty, taking Ghost's cock in your sweet little mouth," Price praised, curling his fingers so they brushed against Gaz's prostate. He cried out, muffled by Ghost's cock and his hand on his throat. He was seeing stars, his senses completely overwhelmed, and he was loving it. Soap scooted closer to them, running his hand over Gaz's chest soothingly.

Price was fucking him relentlessly with his fingers, hitting his prostate with every single stroke, and Gaz was reduced to a crying mess, silently begging for more, more. Thankfully, they knew exactly what he needed. With a quiet warning, Price slowly removed his fingers from Gaz's hole, letting Soap slick his cock up before he lined himself up and slowly sinking himself into Gaz's inviting heat.

Price's thick cock felt like it was splitting Gaz in two, and he took it gratefully, feeling how full he was now with both of their cocks inside of him. He knew none of them were going to last much longer now, they never did, especially when Soap leaned forward and took Gaz's half-hard cock in his mouth, pulling his foreskin down and swirling his tongue around the head. Gaz's abs clenched, his walls clenching around Price so hard he had to lean forward, using Soap for balance.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his thrusts getting harder and deeper with every movement. Ghost was close as well, his thighs starting to shake as he thrust into Gaz's throat. Price moved his hand from Gaz's hip, finding Gaz's hand and threading their fingers together. The action grounded Gaz, bringing him back into the moment as he came without warning, Soap swallowing the little cum he had left in him. Ghost followed close behind, cuming down Gaz's throat with one final thrust, squeezing his throat tightly. He pulled out shortly after, leaning down to kiss Gaz, licking into his mouth and biting his lip.

"Are you going to let Price knot you like you deserve? You going to let him breed you like a good boy?" Ghost asked between kisses, hand letting go of Gaz's throat in favour of petting him gently. Gaz nodded eagerly, too fucked out to properly form words. Ghost smiled, sitting back and moving so he was holding Gaz to his chest. Soap moved to lay next to them, kissing Gaz's neck and chest as Price kept fucking into him.

Price's thrusts were relentless, his hand squeezing Gaz's hard as he fucked him. Deep growls were rumbling in his chest, his eyes glinting yellow as he came closer to his climax. Gaz could already feel the knot growing inside of him, catching on his rim with Price's thrusts. Gaz reached up with his free hand, cupping Price's jaw and pulling him closer, until their foreheads were touching.

"Breed me, sir. Please, I need it," he whined, rubbing his face against Price's neck. Price growled, his hands grabbing Gaz harder as his thrusts became faster and sloppier, until he came with a deep groan, his chest vibrating with possessive growls. Gaz could feel himself filling up with Price's cum, his chest filling with warmth at the thought as Price slumped into his chest, nuzzling his face into his neck.

"You did so well for us, pup. So good," Price said, kissing Gaz's jaw gently. Gaz was pinned between Ghost and Price, Soap still petting him gently. He was safe, and loved.

They lay there, the three of them holding him, stroking and kissing him until his eyes started to droop, waiting for Price's knot to come down. When it did, he climbed off of him, standing to retrieve a wet washcloth and a glass of water. Gaz chugged it gratefully as Price wiped up the blood and cum. When he was done he kissed Gaz's lips softly before leaving to return the washcloth.

Ghost gently rolled Gaz over onto his side, pulling him into his chest and burying his face in his hair. Soap scooted closer to them, slotting himself into Gaz's arms and cuddling closer to him, his tail curling around Gaz's leg protectively. The sight of them absolutely melted Price's heart when he returned, his pack curled up around each other, Ghost holding Gaz and Soap close while Soap peppered soft kisses on Gaz's forehead. Gaz was already falling asleep when Price climbed in behind Soap, pulling the duvet up to cover them before curling up against Soap's back, kissing the back of his head gently. The scent of his partners and the sound of their slowing heartbeats was the last thing Gaz remembered before drifting off into a calm, deep sleep.

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