gaz does not get enough love on this platform. i mean this man is the definition of ride or die. the man will literally support you in all you do, in any job that you want to pursue. and he does so with a smile, a wide, genuine smile, and many, many assuring kisses. and he does it happily, because the man is literally a fool for you, he's so in love.
plss, he's also that one saying that's going around : "working so my wife has a coffee shop that loses 50k a month." not that you would have a failing store of any kind, just that he'd have the money to let you do whatever you wanted to do, without it being a problem. gaz would rather you not work at all but understands that you want something to do when he isn't home for weeks on end. he still pouts about it though, and sneakily tries to coax you out of it with sweet, lazy kisses to your lips.
( this is so random, but i firmly believe that gaz kisses your clavicle when he stands behind you and swathes you in his arms. fight me )
bonus points if the torture the 141 puts reader through turns her into the bad guy later on đ
what about a fic where he 141 are dealing with something Big; information is doctored, intel is wrong, enemies have infiltrated and fucked up the TFs intelleigence. they're in danger, the mission is compromised, their safety is compromised. someone is feeding them false information and they don't have any idea until it'll be too late.
up on the screen is your face, big red letters plastered over a picture of you indicated that you're a threat. you're associated with the enemy, how could that be possible?
simon is reeling - you're not even involved in the military or anything. you're a civilian, a librarian. a shy, quiet little thing that had looked like you were gonna faint right then and there when simon riley stood at your counter with a stack of books for the first time.
you couldn't possibly be involved. but the intel couldn't be wrong.
soap, gaz, and price all give him sickeningly pitiful looks like they feel sorry for the fool for falling for your tricks. simon is seething.
when you're awoken by a loud crash of your front door being broken down, you don't even get the chance to see who your assailants are before a black hood is shoved over your head. the ringing in your ears and your utter panic keep you from hearing the familiar voice of your husband calling you a traitor. you don't hear the sounds of the men you've grown to love na trust over the years discussing how they have to punish you...torture a confession out of you for this vile act that they have no idea is false information ):
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 17: Alone
Summary: Your pack has left on their first deployment since you joined them, leaving you alone on base.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 6,866
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, ANGST, anxiety, fear, nightmares, PTSD, trauma, just super depressing overall.
A/N: I'm so ready for these next two chapters, you have no idea. Things are happening, things are gonna happen, it's just...so good. You'll see đ€. They're pretty heavy chapters emotionally, but don't worry fluff will be coming very soon. I won't leave you hanging too much for too long.
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âWe'll only be gone for a few days. A week at most. Dr. Keller will take you to and from meals and anywhere else you may need to go. If you need anything, contact Kate. We'll call when we can.âÂ
He leaves you with a kiss to your forehead. Youâre forced to stand there and watch his back as he boards the plane, the ramp closing and sealing you off from them. They all looked guilty, as if it was their fault they had to leave, as if they were suffering as much as you at the idea of parting, even just for a short period of time.
You don't sleep that night. You lay in your bed and stare at the ceiling until far too late when you decide to abandon it for John's room instead. You slip under the covers, disrupting the immaculately made bed as you surround yourself with his scent. Youâre on edge, the barracks far too quiet, far too empty. Every little sound has you tensing, holding your breath. The door is locked, yet itâs not the same without your pack there to protect you. If you scream, no one will hear you now.Â
You manage to fall asleep at some point in the early hours, your mind plagued with horrible nightmares of monsters devouring and tearing you apart.Â
You wake with the sun, dragging your feet back to your room. You miss the quiet sounds of your boys getting ready in the morning after their workouts, taking extra care not to be too loud. Now you wish for it. You want them to be loud and wake you, because then theyâd be here with you. The hallway feels too empty, the barracks too large. Youâve spent plenty of time alone in the barracks, but itâs never felt like this. Theyâre not just across base from you, theyâre probably in an entirely different country.Â
You stare at their closed doors, all four of them feeling like voids knowing the rooms behind them are empty. Even Ghostâs closed door feels particularly empty.Â
You shuffle into your room, locking the door behind you as you get ready for the day. Youâre not quite sure what youâre going to do, now that you donât have them around. You suppose you could just go about your day as you usually do while theyâre at training, except you wonât have their inevitable return to fetch you for meals to look forward to.Â
Itâll be days before you see them again.Â
If you see them again.Â
You force that thought back into the recesses of your mind. You wonât entertain it, not now while youâre still trying to process the fact that theyâre gone. Even if it is a possibility.Â
Youâre sitting on your bed when the knock comes, clutching your phone in your hand. You donât want to be without it, in case they call. You donât want to miss a chance to talk to them, especially if itâs your only chance. Or a call from Kate telling you something happened.
You open the door, Dr. Keller standing in the hallway with a small smile on her face. It doesnât feel strange having her in this space, even with the rest of your pack gone. Sheâs been here before, and you trust her.Â
âHow are you doing?â She asks as you step out of your room, closing the door behind you.Â
âI donât know.â You say, letting out a sigh. âI couldnât sleep last night.âÂ
âI donât blame you. Feels strange, being alone here, huh?âÂ
You nod. âYeah. Itâs too quiet. Too empty.âÂ
âI bet.â You follow her out of the barracks and into the cool morning air. âLetâs get some food in you and then you can take it easy for the rest of the day. I know this is a big adjustment, and it happened rather suddenly.âÂ
âWas gonna happen eventually, though.â You say. âFor the three months I was with the CIA, they drilled it into my head that their job would always take priority over everything else. Still sucks.âÂ
âIt does. Separation is hard for everyone in a pack, even if itâs short term. Add on the stress of their jobs and I can only imagine what itâs like.âÂ
âIâm trying not to think about that.â You say.Â
âI think thatâs the best thing you can do right now.â She squeezes your arm. âCome on, weâll get the food to go and weâll eat in my office. I usually do that anyway. Itâs much quieter than the mess.âÂ
You get your breakfast, following Dr. Keller to the medical center. You are silently glad you wonât have to eat in the mess without the protection of your pack. The stares from the others might have been your tipping point, and without Ghost to scare them off, youâre sure it would have only been worse. Â
âMake yourself at home.â Dr. Keller says, letting you into her office. âYou can sit at the desk to eat, if thatâs more comfortable. I donât mind.âÂ
You take her up on the offer, sitting in the chair across from hers at the desk. She moves some papers out of the way before taking a seat herself. It feels almost strange, being so informal in her office, but then again, sheâs always been more laid back with the formality between the two of you.Â
âIf thereâs one thing I miss, itâs good diner food.â Dr. Keller says as the two of you begin to eat.Â
You stare down at your porridge for a moment, having gotten used to the change in food over the last almost nine weeks. âI miss a lot of things.âÂ
âWould you ever want to go back and visit America?â Dr. Keller asks.Â
You shrug. âI donât know.âÂ
âIâm sure theyâd take you, if you asked.â She smiles as you stare up at her in surprise. âI donât think thereâs much they wouldnât do, if you asked. They care about you a lot.âÂ
âIâm starting to realize that.â You say.Â
âGood. Itâs reassuring to see such strong, natural bonds forming between all of you, despite how the situation came about. Youâve made a lot of good progress already, even with the few bumps in the road.âÂ
It falls silent between the two of you as you eat, finishing your breakfast. Your stomach churns with anxiety, hand closing around the phone in your pocket as if it might ring at any moment. It makes you sick, the thought of what they might be doing, what might be happening right at this very moment.Â
âCan I ask you something?â You break the silence, needing to take your mind off your swirling thoughts.Â
âOf course.â She says, looking up from the papers sheâd been looking through.Â
âSince Iâm your only patient, what do you do all day?â You ask.Â
She smiles. âI do a lot of things. After our sessions I log the notes I take and read over them, I make sure your medical chart is up to date, I read through a lot of studies and journals on new research and methods that may be helpful, I talk to colleagues all over the world, including here on base, and I sometimes go around the medical center and sit in on meetings and classes to keep my skills sharp.âÂ
âDo you ever feel like youâre wasting your skills here?âÂ
She shakes her head. âNo. Before I took this job, I was caring for sometimes over one hundred omegas at various institutes. It was a high stress environment with long hours. While it was fulfilling work, thereâs a high turnover rate for Omega Specialists in that field for a reason. Being a private doctor is a bit of a relief after that, and truthfully, the pay is considerably better.â She folds her arms on her desk, leaning forward. âItâs no less fulfilling than working at institutes. Itâs nice to have the time to put together the best care plan for you and your needs.âÂ
âIt is nice having an Omega Specialist to myself.â You say. âThere were several at the institute, a lot of students doing their residency. They werenât always...good at their jobs. A lot of them were just going through the motions, doing what the more experienced specialists told them to do.âÂ
âUnfortunately thatâs rather common with residents.â She says. âMost of them donât make it past residency. Like a lot of specialities in medicine, it takes a certain kind of personality to succeed as an Omega Specialist. Not everyone has it in them. I wish more schools and programs would take notice earlier before they get to their residencies and steer them down a different path.â She smiles at you. âNow my question for you. Would you rather hang out in here today, or would you prefer to go back to the barracks? You wonât hurt my feelings either way, nor will you be a bother.âÂ
You think about it for a moment. While your knee jerk answer is to go back to the barracks, what are you going to do? Sit alone in the silence and worry until it makes you sick? Sit in the rec room and watch TV alone and worry about your boys until the next meal time? As much as you want to be alone, you also donât want to be alone.Â
âIâd...like to stay here, if thatâs okay?â You finally say, making your decision.Â
âMore than okay.â She smiles. âMake yourself at home, do whatever youâd like. Watch YouTube videos, dig into some books, take a nap. You wonât bother me in the slightest. Youâre always welcome to hang out in here.âÂ
You look over the titles on the bookshelf, picking one that looks interesting before settling on the couch. You spend the day with Dr. Keller, relaxing in her office and going to meals with her. It doesnât calm the anxious thoughts by much, but at least the loneliness is abated a bit.Â
You return to the barracks after dinner, debating whether you should sit in the rec room or just go to your room. The rec room feels too open, too exposed without the safety of your pack, so instead you choose to retreat into your room, locking the door behind you.Â
You let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping as tears gather in your eyes. Another night without them, another night without the safety and comfort of their presence around you. Another night knowing theyâre not on the other side of the wall, a knock or a yell away.Â
You fight the panic starting to bubble as you get ready for bed, your mind swirling with thoughts of something happening, someone breaking in, someone taking advantage of their absence to get to you. You know itâs an irrational fear. Most of the alphas on base ignore your existence, aside from the couple incidents youâve had with them. The most they do is stare, though thatâs to be expected as an omega.Â
What if theyâre holding back something more sinister, though? What if the only thing stopping them is your pack? This would be their opportune moment.Â
Youâre shaking, eyes wide in fear as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Sure, youâve learned a few ways to defend yourself, but could you really utilize them? If the moment called for it, could you defend yourself enough to get away? Where would you go? Dr. Keller wonât be in her office all night. Could you run and seek protection from another medical professional that was still working? Could you find a different high ranking official on base and hope theyâd help you? Could you go for the guards at the gate and hope they help you?Â
Or would it be safer to run for the woods? Try to lose whichever alpha decided to attack you and hope you donât get lost in the trees? You would just have to survive the night, and Dr. Keller would notice you missing come morning. What would she do, though? Call Kate? Itâs not like the guys could just come home and help you. Would Kate even tell them something happened and put them at risk of getting distracted? What if something happened to them because of you?Â
You turn the shower on as cold as it will go, stepping under the spray in your pajamas. You sink to the floor of the shower, letting the cold water snap you out of your panic and prevent you from distressing. No oneâs coming through the door, no oneâs going to try and hurt you.Â
Your teeth are chattering by the time you reach up to turn the water off. Violent shivers rock your body, your hands and feet numb. You take deep breaths, feeling more awake and aware than you have since yesterday.Â
The panic has dropped to almost nothing, your shaking now due to the fact youâre freezing. You strip out of your wet clothes, leaving them in the tub as you wrap a towel around yourself. Youâre still shivering violently as you change into warmer pajamas, opting for one of Johnâs shirts and sweatpants.Â
You slip under the covers of your bed, piling every blanket you own on top of the covers before tucking yourself against your giant bear. You wonât sleep, but at least youâre not panicking anymore.Â
The days begin to blend together without the routine of your pack to keep you steady. Dr. Keller comes to get you at the same time as you expect for your breakfast, and then you spend all day with her, sitting in her office, keeping yourself occupied while you wait for an inevitable phone call. It will either be your pack calling to check on you, or it will be Kate with bad news.Â
Youâre not sure which is worse. The anticipation of a call from your pack letting you know theyâre all alright, or the dread that it will be Kate telling you something happened to them.Â
Youâre still not sleeping well, the anxiety and the worry you might miss their call meshing with the nightmares that were already plaguing you before they left. Youâre exhausted and strung out, the worry beginning to eat you alive. Youâre constantly on edge, every little sound close to sending you spiraling.Â
Your thoughts have slowly shifted from missing your pack to ruminating about the fact they might not be coming back. Itâs a risk youâre well aware of. The kinds of things they do put them at risk, every deployment carries the risk of one, or all of them, dying. One thing goes wrong, one small freak accident and your entire pack could be taken from you.Â
Youâre not sure youâd survive that.Â
Most omegas donât.Â
âStill nothing?â Dr. Keller asks as you sit there, staring at your phone for what must have been an hour at least.Â
You shake your head. âNothing.âÂ
âSometimes no news is good news.â She says. âI know youâd prefer to have any news at all, though.âÂ
âI canât stop thinking...what if something bad has happened?â You say, fingers trembling from gripping your phone so hard.Â
âKate promised sheâd call if something happened, right?â
You nod. âYeah.âÂ
âSheâs a woman of her word, I can say that much. Iâm sure theyâre fine. Theyâre very capable soldiers. They wouldnât be in Spec Ops if they werenât, much less on a highly specialized team.â Dr. Keller stands up, moving to the closet. âItâs still hard, not knowing where they are or what theyâre doing. I remember when my brother told our parents he was enlisting. Our mother cried for a week straight.â She pulls a pillow and a blanket out of the closet. âI still donât think sheâs completely forgiven him. Itâs hard for omegas when someone leaves the pack, even temporarily, especially if you canât have constant reassurance that theyâre alright.âÂ
Your brows pinch in a frown at her words as she kneels on the floor beside the couch. âYour mom was an omega?âÂ
She nods. âAnd dad was a beta. Wound up with two beta children, though I donât think mom complained much about that. We grew up in a big pack with lots of people around us. I think mom would have been worse off if it had just been her and dad.â She sets the pillow on the couch, gently prying the phone from your fingers. âCome on, lay down.â She directs you.Â
You do as she says, laying down on the couch, resting your head on the pillow. She covers you with the blanket, tucking it up around your neck. âIs that why youâre so good at this job?âÂ
She smiles, setting your phone on the arm of the couch above your head. âMaybe. I think it gave me more empathy for omegas and the struggles you face every day.â She gently squeezes your arm. âTheyâll be alright. Theyâre probably just as worried about you, as you are them. But, you need to get some rest. You donât have to sleep, just laying with your eyes closed will help.âÂ
You tilt your head, glancing up at your phone. âWhat if I fall asleep and it rings?âÂ
âThen Iâll make sure you get a chance to answer it.â She says, squeezing your arm again. âI promise. Get some rest.âÂ
You let out a breath, not wanting to risk falling asleep, but you close your eyes anyway. It doesnât stop the thoughts from coming on, the nightmarish images the anxiety feeds your brain flashing before your eyes. What if theyâre lying dead somewhere right now? What if somethingâs happened to Kate and she canât tell you? Would you ever find out? Would you ever know?Â
Despite the anxiety prickling through your body, the warmth of the blanket begins to lull you into a false sense of security. Perhaps itâs the sheer exhaustion from your lack of sleep over the last couple weeks, paired with the exhaustion from your constant worrying, but you find yourself slipping between sleep and consciousness as you lay there on Dr. Kellerâs couch. You donât mean to, but you canât help it as you begin to drift off to sleep.Â
Screaming. Itâs loud, piercing your ears. Somethingâs holding you, hands clutching at your form desperately. It hurts, nails biting into your skin, fingers gripping too hard, yet you donât care.Â
âYou wonât take her from me! I wonât let you!â
Youâre crying, sobs wracking your body as you cling just as tightly to the form holding you.Â
Hands grab at you, squeezing and pulling, trying to free you from the constricting grip around you, but it wonât let go. You cling to it just as desperately, afraid of what will happen if you let go.Â
You know what will happen if you let go.Â
âSheâs no daughter of mine.âÂ
The words bite into you, slicing through your skin straight into your very soul, the prickling pain of your own flesh and blood rejecting you making your skin crawl. How could he just let you go like that? How could he turn against you so easily, over something you have no control over?Â
Pain erupts across your entire body. Something snaps, your ears ringing from more screams. Youâre being pulled away from the safety of the hold around you, your body going cold as the warmth around you disappears. Hands close around you, fingers ripping into you as you're torn from your motherâs hold and into the unknown.Â
âEasy, easy.âÂ
Youâre gasping, breathing wheezing as tears choke you.Â
âDeep breaths. In and out, nice and slow.âÂ
Your breath hitches, catching painfully in your chest.Â
âYouâre alright, youâre safe.âÂ
You force your eyes open, blinded by tears as something is tucked into your arms. You squeeze the bear against your chest, hiccuping as you fight for control over your emotions. Youâre on the couch in Dr. Kellerâs office still. Youâre not at what was once your home, not stuck in the nightmare youâve lived over and over.Â
Slowly breathing becomes easier, your sobs quieting to sniffles. The tears still spill down your cheeks, dampening the fur of the bear in your arms.Â
âYouâre alright,â Dr. Keller says, rubbing your back gently.Â
You slowly push yourself up to sit, pulling your knees against your chest. You press your palms into your eyes, trying to get the tears to stop. Dr. Keller shifts her position, sitting next to you on the couch.Â
âHow long have you been having nightmares?â She asks quietly, watching you as you try to calm yourself.Â
âSince my heat.â You say, voice rough from crying. You wrap your arms around the bear again, holding onto it tightly.Â
âYou havenât said anything about it.â She says gently, shifting slightly so sheâs facing you.Â
âI didnât want to.â You say quietly, shame burning through you. Sheâs not reprimanding you, yet you canât help but feel like youâve done something wrong. âI shouldnât be having them, I mean...itâs not even that bad compared to...compared to what the others have gone through. The kinds of nightmares they have.âÂ
âIt might seem that way to you, but trauma is still trauma. It might not be the worst thing someone else has gone through, but it is the worst thing youâve been through.âÂ
Her words give you pause. Youâve never quite thought of it that way. The kinds of things your pack does, the things theyâve seen, the things theyâve done, are far worse than anything youâve experienced. The things youâve experienced may pale in comparison, but theyâre your experiences. No one elseâs.Â
âIf you want to talk about them, thatâs what Iâm here for.â Dr. Keller says, leaving things open for you to decide what to do.Â
You donât have to tell her. She wonât force you to do it. She wonât force you to do anything, to say anything you donât want to. It might be nice, though, to let someone know, someone neutral, someone who wonât tell anyone else. It might be nice to finally put into words the things that are eating you, have been eating you.Â
You lay back down, curling up into a tight ball on the couch. You hug the bear close to your chest, letting it ground you. âMy nightmares, theyâre always about the day I left for the institute.â You start, taking a shaky breath. âI havenât had them in years.âÂ
âYou were sent early after your presentation, right?â She asks.Â
âThe day after.â You answer.Â
âBeing sent to an institute can be traumatic when done within the normal time after presentation. I canât even imagine what being sent that soon was like.â She lets out a breath. âSometimes when we go through something traumatic, the brain and body hold onto it, because we donât feel safe enough to process it in the moment. The brain can hold onto it for years, until we finally feel safe enough. Then the brain can start to try and heal from that trauma without us even realizing it.âÂ
âYou think thatâs whatâs happening?â You ask.Â
âItâs possible. Going through your heat successfully, being claimed, building close bonds with your pack, all could aid in helping you finally feel safe enough to process that trauma. Things usually feel worse as the brain works through the trauma, which could be why youâre having nightmares about that event suddenly.âÂ
âIs there anything that will make them stop?â You ask.Â
âThereâs some things we can do together that might help the process. Iâm more than happy to help you with it, if thatâs what youâd like to do. If you decide to, I think it will be a good idea to set up appointments at least twice a week, at least at first.âÂ
âWhat are we gonna tell John?âÂ
She gives you a look. âWell, Iâd advise telling him the truth. I think you should tell your pack about your nightmares. They can at least offer you some comfort and understanding. Of course, thatâs entirely up to you and what you want to do.âÂ
You let out a sigh, getting comfortable on the couch again. Dr. Keller adjusts the blanket over you, squeezing your arm gently.Â
âThink about it.â She says. âWe can talk about it more after they get back and things have settled back to normal again.âÂ
Youâre brushing your teeth when the call comes. You quickly spit into the sink, not even bothering to rinse your mouth before youâre answering, anxiety twisting your stomach into knots. You hadnât even checked the screen to see who was calling. Youâre just anxious to hear from someone after days of silence.Â
âHello?âÂ
Thereâs a beat of silence before the voice on the other side responds, the audio distant and slightly garbled, but you hardly notice.Â
âHi, sweetheart.âÂ
You fight back a sob, your inhale shaky as relief floods through you. âAlpha.â The title slips through your lips before you can even catch it, your body nearly vibrating at hearing Johnâs voice after so many days.Â
âIâm here. Weâre all here.â He says, distant voices sounding in the background.Â
A smile tugs at your lips, happy tears blurring your eyes as you collapse on your bed. âMissed you.âÂ
âI know, weâve missed you too.âÂ
You move to your bed, flopping down on the mattress in relief. âYou alright? Is everyone alright?âÂ
âWeâre alright. Few bumps and bruises, but nothing we havenât had before. How are you holding up?âÂ
The urge to spill the truth to him is strong. Youâve been depressed and worried and there hasnât been a day thatâs gone by that you havenât panicked about something. Youâve been having horrible nightmares and havenât been sleeping. Thereâs an ache in your chest that wonât go away, and youâre afraid it might kill you if you donât see them soon.Â
âIâm alright. Sad cause I miss you a lot.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart.â Thereâs a sound on the other end, something you canât make out and the line buzzes for a second. For a moment youâre worried you were disconnected, but Johnâs voice cuts through the noise again. âWeâre finishing up here soon, and weâll be home in a couple of days.âÂ
You canât help but sigh in relief at his words. Theyâre alright. Theyâre all safe, and theyâre going to be home soon. Youâre going to get to see them soon, touch them again, smell them again. âHurry back.â You say, your voice shaky with emotion.Â
âWeâll try, sweet girl. We have to get going, but weâll be back before you know it.âÂ
Saying goodbye doesn't hurt as much as you expect it to. Maybe itâs the relief from hearing their voices, from knowing theyâre really alright paired with the knowledge that theyâll be home soon. Two days doesnât seem so far now that you know thatâs all that stands between you and seeing your pack again.Â
You roll over in your bed, pressing your face into the pillows. Nothing smells like them anymore. Not their shirts that they scented before they left, not your pillows or stuffed animals. The couch in the rec room, and even Johnâs bed have started to smell more like you.Â
The first thing youâre going to do when they return is get a big whiff of each of them, even if you have to tackle Ghost to do it. You want to refresh their scents all over everything, roll around in them until theyâre the only thing you can smell.Â
For the first time in days, you manage to sleep that night. Itâs not much, but itâs a deep, nightmare-free sleep, aided by the relief from the constant anxiety that has plagued you.Â
You update Dr. Keller the next day on the news of your packâs imminent return. You elect to spend the afternoon in the barracks instead of her office, the building suddenly not seeming quite so empty now that you know theyâre coming home soon. You clean up Johnâs room, making his bed again after youâd made a mess of it trying to sleep. Theyâre all going to be tired when they return, and you want to help them in any way that you can. You pick up your room as well, even though you know you likely wonât be spending much time in it for a while. Youâre going to latch yourself onto them and not let go until the ache in your chest has disappeared.Â
You bristle when the knock sounds at your door. You glance up from where you had been sorting the clothes youâd stolen from the guys from your own so you can get them to scent them again. Youâre not expecting a knock yet. Itâs too early to be Dr. Keller coming to get you for dinner, and she would have announced herself like she has been, if it was her.Â
That means someone else is in the barracks. Someone you donât know.Â
Your mind races as you try to think of who it could be. You donât know many others on base, and certainly no one that would enter the barracks just like that, unless itâs an emergency. Is there an emergency? Youâre almost certain if there was an emergency on base, then there would be alarms going off or something. Thereâd be some sign that something was happening, but itâs quiet outside, or at least, thereâs no noises youâre not expecting.Â
The knock comes again, louder and sharper. Whoever is on the other side is obviously not going to just go away. You debate calling Dr. Keller, telling her someone is outside your door, getting her to help you on this, but instead you grab your phone, holding it in your hand as you move towards the door.Â
You unlock it, holding your hand on the handle in case the person on the other side tries to force their way in. They donât, so you open it slowly, just enough that you can see out. Thereâs a soldier outside your door. A woman. You donât recognize her, but then again you donât see many women on the base, and you donât pay much attention to the other soldiers.Â
Maybe you need to start paying more attention.Â
Sheâs a beta, you can tell just by looking at her. Sheâs wearing scent blockers, keeping her scent from projecting into the barracks to erase the fact she was here.Â
She says your name, staring at you with hard set eyes. âGeneral Shepherd is waiting for you.âÂ
It takes you a moment to process what it is sheâs saying. Youâve never met any of the higher ups on base. The person with the most authority youâve met is John, but you know heâs only a Captain. Thereâs others above him, but you werenât any concern of theirs, so you have never bothered to meet them. Even in your time with the CIA, the person with the most authority that you met seemed to be Kate. You hadnât even been given names of anyone higher up than her.Â
Apparently somethingâs changed.Â
Something in the back of your mind begins to tingle. Something isnât right about this. You should have called Dr. Keller, or even Kate. You shouldnât have opened the door so recklessly.Â
âBut, Iâm not supposed to-â You begin, unsure of what to do now.Â
âItâs a direct order from your superior.â The woman cuts you off, her tone sharp and impatient.
Youâre not a soldier. The only superior you have is John and heâs certainly not behind this.Â
You wouldnât dare say that out loud. Not right now.Â
âOkay, okay.â You say, stepping back slightly from the door. âLet me just get some shoes on.âÂ
You close the door, staring down at your phone. You debate calling Dr. Keller or even just sending a text, but you donât put it past the woman outside to barge in if you donât hurry. You can feel the panic rising, the thought of someone invading your space so carelessly making the back of your neck tingle. So instead you slip on a pair of shoes, shoes you know you can run in, before you open the door again.Â
Sheâs still standing in the hallway, stiffly at attention. Her gaze pierces into you, making your skin crawl. You close your door behind you, slipping your phone into your pocket. She doesn't say anything as she turns on her heel, walking down the hallway towards the door. You follow behind her, having to walk quickly to keep up with her. Youâre reminded of your early days on the base when you would be escorted around by Ghost.Â
Youâd take those times back over this right now.Â
Your palms start to sweat as you leave the barracks, dread starting to fill your stomach as you realize how much of a mistake youâve made, leaving with this stranger. She could be taking you anywhere to see anyone. Youâre not even sure General Shepherd is a real person.Â
The thought of being led blindly into a room of alphas like a lamb being led into a den of hungry wolves nearly makes you panic, your steps faltering just slightly as you debate running. You could make it to the medical center quickly from here if you sprint the entire way. Would she chase you if you took off running? Would you get in trouble? Would the guys get in trouble if you did?Â
You donât want anyone to get in trouble.Â
Especially not with this being the first time youâve been on your own. Theyâve put a lot of trust in both you and Dr. Keller in their absence. If you get into trouble while theyâre gone, that might change things. You could ruin everything youâve built by misbehaving.Â
The woman leads you to a building you havenât been in before, leading you down a clinical-looking hallway to a door. She pauses in front of it, turning to face you. You stare at her, still on edge. What if this is a test? What if theyâre testing you to see if youâd just blindly leave with a stranger while theyâre not there to protect you.Â
Youâve made a big mistake.Â
The woman holds out her hand, and you stare down at it dumbly. âYour phone.âÂ
You continue to stare at her hand for a moment, trying to swallow the nervous panic rising within you. You donât have much of a choice now but to obey. Your hands are shaking as you pass your phone over, the woman pocketing it before she opens the door.Â
Itâs bright inside, the LED bulbs burning your eyes. Youâre uncomfortable and uneasy, a dangerous mix for an omega, but the person inside doesnât seem to care. He stands from his seat, towering over you. He screams alpha before his scent even hits you. Youâre thrown back into the memories of your father, the way he carried himself, the way he stood. Back straight like a rod, hands clasped behind his back, face pressed into a stern line.Â
Heâs in uniform, decorated with more patches and pins than you could put a name to. Army, you think, judging by the color of his jacket. It looks like General Shepherd is a real person after all.Â
You try not to flinch as the door clicks closed behind you, sealing you in this room with an unknown alpha. Though itâs only one, you still feel like the helpless lamb standing before a hungry wolf.Â
No one will hear you scream. No one will care.Â
âMy name is General Shepherd.â He says, his voice gruff and laced with authority. âI am the acting commander of Task Force 141.âÂ
Youâre not sure if you should say anything, or even bother introducing yourself. He probably already knows you well, even though youâve never met him before in your life.Â
âI was one of the driving forces behind the omega initiative, and I decided the 141 should be one of the first to participate. I also signed the approval for you to be assigned as their omega, did you know that?âÂ
You shake your head. âN-No sir, the CIA didnât give me any names.âÂ
âGood.â His lips twitch in what you assume was supposed to be a smile. It doesnât ease your nerves any. âThey werenât supposed to. Iâm sure youâve learned that confidentiality is everything in this line of work.âÂ
âYes, sir.â You try not to flinch under his gaze, piercing and probing. The back of your neck is tingling, every single instinct in your body screaming at you to run, to escape, to get somewhere safe.Â
âI came here today to ensure your pack was doing as they were instructed. Iâm impressed with what Iâve seen so far. Youâre getting along well with them?âÂ
You nod again. âYes, sir. There were some...bumps along the way, but we all get along fine now.âÂ
âGood.â He closes the file on the table, taking a step closer to you. You fight the urge to take a step back, not wanting him to invade your space while youâre so vulnerable. âThe success of this program is imperative to the future of the military and its functionality. Youâre doing important work here with the Task Force.â His hand lifts, slowly pulling the collar of your shirt to the side so he can see your mating mark.Â
You fight the urge to lift your hands and wrap them around the back of your neck, the instinctual urge to protect yourself nearly winning out as he stares at your mark. Your heart is pounding in your chest, the fear-driven adrenaline making your fingers tremble. Half a second and he could scruff you, half a second and he could overpower you.Â
No one would know. No one would care. Â
âIâm satisfied with what Iâm seeing so far. Of course, the true measure of success will be their efficiency in their current task.â He steps back away from you, moving back to the table. âHow have you been adjusting to them being gone?âÂ
âItâs been difficult,â You say, breathing for a second to collect yourself. âBut I know separation can be a rough adjustment at first.âÂ
His lips twitch again in a twisted smile. âYouâre a smart girl. Thatâs why I chose you for this position. Youâre doing good work. Your efforts will change the course of military history, hopefully for the better.âÂ
Something about his words donât sit right with you.Â
Youâre trembling as you exit the room, led out by the woman that had brought you to the building. Your breaths are heavy as you try to keep a grip on the anxiety threatening to overtake you. Your hand is trembling uncontrollably as she give you your phone back, your knuckles going white as you clutch it to your chest. Youâre sweating, the cool air chilling your skin as you step outside.Â
You barely remember the walk back to the barracks, numbly following the woman as she leads you back to your safe space. It doesn't feel so safe anymore, now that sheâs breached it. She entered without permission, breaking that trust thatâs so sacred to packs.Â
She doesn't even seem bothered by it.Â
She pauses outside the door to the barracks, staring down at you. You fight the urge to race inside and lock yourself in the safety of your room before she can change her mind and enter again, or take you somewhere worse. You stand your ground, meeting her gaze.Â
âThank you for your cooperation.â She says, as monotone as she had been the first time she spoke to you.Â
You finally realize what it was that made her seem so off to you as you think over her words.Â
Sheâs American.Â
âThank you for escorting me.â You say politely, swallowing the lump in your throat. âHave a safe trip home.âÂ
You quickly enter the barracks, speed walking down the hall towards your room. You want to burrow under your covers and hide until the guys return and you can feel safe again. You pause in front of your door, staring down at the handle. The back of your neck is prickling again, anxiety burning hot in your veins. Your hands have begun shaking again, clinging to the phone still pressed against your chest. You fight the urge to hyperventilate as you stare at your door, half of your brain telling you to run and the other half stuck, staring in shock and disbelief.Â
Your door is ajar. Open just a crack, just enough to be noticeable by looking at it.Â
You always close your door. You always ensure itâs shut every time you leave the barracks, even when the guys are home. You remember shutting it before you followed the woman out of the barracks. You remember distinctly listening to the click of the handle as you pulled it shut behind you in the quiet of the barracks.Â
You stare at the gap, the line of the frame visible. Itâs open. Your door is open.Â
your legs sit hiked up on the thick muscles sittinâ atop his hipbones, his fingers digging deep into the sheets, practically twisting em off the mattress as he breathes out lowly.
his hips press forward further, his cock burning n stomach rolling into taut knots that have his nails digging holes into your pretty pink sheets.
you drag your hands up his chest slowly watching as the muscles pull tight n his hips stutter. his eyes flicker up to yours, skin breakin out in a mess of tender of goosebumps. âbreathe, baby. youâre goinâ red on me, si.â
he laughs lowly, throat thick as he bottoms out. his thighs press against the back of yours, neck rolling as he tries his absolute best to contain the way his orgasm shivers down his spine.
âoh my⊠fuck,â he groans, teeth takin ahold of his tongue to silence the multitude of noises rising up his throat. his eyes flutter to a shut slowly as he tries to get the image of your sweet body outta his mind, or the fact that your cunt is suckinâ n holdinâ him there so tightly.
his head drops into the crook of your neck as he slowly pulls back, teeth nippin at your soft skin as your head arches back. his teeth bare in a soft hiss, jaw ticking against your chin. you drag your nails down his back gently, a pretty moan spilling free off your lips at the soft drag of his thick cock against your warm, silky walls.
n thatâs what does it for him, the sound of that melodic whine. it plays n plays in his mind on repeat until heâs suddenly forcing himself back into you, hips a shaky stuttery mess.
n the groan, the drawn out whimper that tumbles off his lips is cruel. his teeth sink down into your skin as his hips ground forward, desperately attempting to fuck his seed into you. his eyes roll and his fingers grasp at the soft hair lining the nape of your neck.
âsimon?â you murmur softly feeling his thick, hot release fill you full. âlemme look at you, wanna see that pretty face.â
zamnnnn. dis sounded better in my head đ€Šââïžâïž
09 ghost sleeps curled up as tight as possible; knees tucked to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them, wedged into the corner against the wall. anything he can to try and feel secure
that doesn't change when he finally starts staying after sex with mactavish; even with mactavish there he just can't let himself relax. canât convince himself that heâs safe
mactavish notices; of course he does, he notices everything about riley
that's why he also notices when it starts to change
months pass and riley stops tucking his arms under his legs, instead just loosely holding them to his chest. then his legs start to relax, slowly spreading out until mactavish can fit his arm between them and his chest for riley to latch onto
it takes years, unwinding muscle by muscle before he finally sleeps splayed out across the bed. he doesn't shove himself into the corner anymore
instead, he trusts mactavish; trusts him to have his back, trusts his bulk to hide him from anyone that would burst through the door
he sleeps better with mactavish's arm slung over his waist, his stomach pressing into his back and legs tangled through his own, than he ever did curled into the corner
clock it. fic writers like that want that age gap so bad cuz they canât see someone older than 25 and hyper feminine (even if they r a guy in the MILITARY) being wanted by menđđ
And yes I mostly hate the Peepaw Price jokes as a PriceGaz shipper because people who tend to think or treat Price older than he is, always want to pull the âEw, gross, the age gap ! Thatâs his dad !â when it isnât a drastic age difference at all and admittedly PriceGaz shippers do it too where they treat Price like some dirty old man whoâs targeting Gaz whoâs this young bright eyed and bushy tailed piece of ass who doesnât know any better. Like Gaz is 33 at the most and 28 at the least and Price is 37 and the reader inserts that treat Price like heâs an elderly man on the verge of death and thatâs itâs such a scandal to be with a man who hasnât even broken 40 yet.
your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and heâs very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didnât catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.
you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. Thatâs when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.
âWhaâre you doinâ, lovie?â He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.
âIâm making pizzaâŠâ you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. âAdding some green peppersâŠâ you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, âI like olives, so Iâm gonna add someâŠâ
as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. âSo âm your pizza?â He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.
your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.
âNow I gotta put it in the oven.â You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
ó ó ó ó ó ó âcan you likeâhold still for two seconds?â
⊠synopsis miles and you havenât seen each other in a long while. so, you convinced your ma to let him stay the weekend. and now here you are, putting makeup on his face.
⊠genre hugs n kisses
⊠disclaimer thanks @moonpiies for letting me leech lmao
âbaby. mami. seriously?â miles groaned as you traced the brush along his eyelid. maybe this was a mistake. the only âenjoymentâ he was getting out of this is you being near him. âi thought i was already handsome.â
âyou are, i just wanna mess with your face for a little bit.â you kissed his cheek lightly. you liked the sight of him being all pouty like this. it was cute. ânow hold still so i donât get this in your eye.â
he rolled his eyes dramatically before closing them and letting you do your magic. you had so many plans after this. blush, highlighter, maybe some mascara if you can sneak it in? he did have long eyelashes, after all.
you hummed with a smile, âseems like iâm a victim of the sassy men apocalypse, huh?â miles opened his other eye, giving you a squinted pout. as much as he didnt enjoy this, he didnt want you to leave, âiâm not sassy.â
you gave a judgemental look as you stopped. leaving you both in silence for a few seconds. âwhat? you expect my answer to change? iâm not sassy, mami.â your expression turned playful and smug, âyou want me to ask your mom?â
his face froze, lifting his eyebrows and shaking his head rapidly. ânuh uh. cause you know sheâs gonna tell you the truth and a whole lot more of what you dont know.â you raised an eyebrow, âwhich is very little.â
âaand⊠done!â he sighed a sigh of relief when he heard those words, he walked into the bathroom to look at itâit actually didnât look bad at all on him. âwhat do you think?â
âhm..â it did feel weird though, did you put too much on? âcan i take this off your hands? just for a little while.â
âi got the prowler to start wearing eyeliner? wow.â
im not saying this whole glazing over dr. kellerâd trust is suspicious, butâŠđđ€šđ€š
Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 16: Big Brown Eyes
Summary: Things have returned to normal, or at least they seem to have. Nothing can ever go your way, though, can it?
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 7925 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral sex, face sitting, grinding, spanking (it's like once and not even on the ass), Kyle is definitely a munch, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, reader is a little shit, angst, PTSD, nightmares, trauma, mommy issues, family issues, language, the author's bias showing just a tad.
A/N: Have you ever cried while writing smut? I have. Had two mental breakdowns during the course of this chapter, the worst of the two during the smut scene. Sobbing while writing the reader getting her back blown out? That's a new one for me. But, I did it. I finished Chapter 16 this week. I'm feeling significantly better than I was, at least physically. Giving it to you a day early because I feel bad about not posting last week. The events of this chapter pick up pretty much where the previous one left off. Timeline wise, this chapter is spread over roughly a week-ish. And special thanks to the battle rattle anon for inspiring part of this chapter đ«¶
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(This is my all time favorite gif of him I swear I stare at it way too much)
Youâre clawing at the door frame, desperately clinging to the last thing you can hold on to, the last shred of your life as you know it. You fight the hands pulling at your arms, threatening to pull you away from the comfort, the warmth, the safety of your home, of your pack.Â
Your mothers grief-stricken sobs reach your ears, her cries of desperation as they rip you from her, your fatherâs hate filled gaze directed at you over her shoulder as he holds her back. She loves all her children, but you were always her favorite. The bond between you two was always the strongest.Â
Now you know why.Â
The arms rip you from the doorframe seconds before the door slams closed. Itâs like a gavel strike declaring your fate, cutting you off from everything you knew. Youâre pulled back from the door, from the house that had become your safe space, from the pack inside.Â
Theyâre not your pack anymore. The thought is like a sharp knife, severing the lifelong bond in your mind. Youâre not a part of them anymore. Youâre alone in this world, cut off from what you knew, and itâs all your fault.Â
If only you could have presented as an alpha, like you were supposed to.Â
Youâre sobbing, breaths coming in choking gasps. Your chest feels tight, your body tense and aching as you fight against the constricting hold around you.Â
âEasy, easy.â A deep voice murmurs in your ear, your senses beginning to return. âYer alright, kitten.âÂ
Your breaths continue to come in shaky gasps as you start to recognize your surroundings. Youâre in Johnnyâs room still. His arms are wrapped tight around you, your own pinned against your chest. You had fallen asleep before you even realized it, exhausted after your night with Johnny.Â
âYe were havinâ a nightmare.â He says, projecting his natural beta scent in an attempt to get you to relax.Â
You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the scent start to numb your brain. The tears continue to slide down your cheeks, but slowly your breathing begins to normalize. Johnny begins to loosen his hold around you, not letting you go, but enough that you donât feel like youâre being constricted anymore.Â
âSi gets them too.â Johnny continues, speaking quietly. His breath is warm as it fans your ear, reminding you that youâre awake now, and your nightmare is behind you. âWoken up tae elbows and fists in my face many times.âÂ
You keep your eyes closed, taking in deep breaths as Johnny lays with you in silence, his fingers gently stroking your arms. You hadnât meant to fall asleep. You hadnât meant to have a nightmare. Not in front of them. You knew it would happen eventually, but you had hoped you could avoid it as long as possible.Â
You donât want to reveal your weakness, your pain, your inner struggle to them. They have enough of their own, they donât need to know how broken you are too.Â
You lay there, slowly calming your breaths and the slight tremble in your limbs as you wait for Johnny to begin questioning you. Heâll want to know, heâll want to hear what it is thatâs plaguing your mind. Youâll have to tell him, youâll have to explain everything and then heâll want to know more. Heâll want to unearth the brokenness and the pain that youâve buried so deeply like an archaeologist looking for the secrets of an ancient civilization.Â
You donât want to reveal it, you want to bury it again, lock it back in the recesses of your mind where it canât hurt you. You want to compress it back down until you feel safe again without the threat of the past hanging over your head.Â
Johnny continues to relax his hold around you as you begin to calm down again, the tears finally slowing to a stop. You take deep breaths, trying to match Johnnyâs even breathing behind you. You wait for it, the inevitable question, the prodding, the digging. Heâll want answers, heâll want to know what plagues your mind, how much itâs been happening, why you havenât said anything.Â
Youâre not sure how much time passes as you lay there, counting breaths. Itâs silent in the room, in the barracks. Even outside itâs quiet, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting patiently for the shoe to drop, for the truth to get revealed.Â
You can't wait any longer. The tension is too thick, the thought of waiting for the question to break the silence is too much. You'll rip the bandaid before he can try and force it from you. âI don't-â
âYe don't have tae tell me.â He cuts you off before you can even start, the words slicing through yours, stopping you from spilling your darkest, innermost thoughts. âWe all have them sometimes. No shame in that.â He tightens his grip on you for a moment, pulling you closer against his chest. âSimon doesn't even tell me all of his. Thinks he might scare me off, or somethin'. I'm noâ gonnae force ye to tell me anythinâ if ye donâ want to.âÂ
You're taken aback by his words. You suppose they all have to be plagued by nightmares of their own, with the kinds of things they have to see when they're in the field. Ghost had told you a bit about the nightmares that haunt him, and that had only been one tragedy, one mission. You suddenly feel silly. The kinds of things youâre afraid of, the nightmares that terrify your mind suddenly seem inconsequential to the things they must dream about at night.Â
You wiggle in Johnnyâs arms until youâre facing him, his eyes half closed as he stares down at you. You shift forward, pressing your face against his bare chest. His head tucks so his chin rests against the top of your head as he holds you, his breathing slowing just slightly as he drifts back to sleep. You donât sleep, laying there awake as you listen to the slow, rhythmic beating of Johnnyâs heart.Â
Heâs snoring quietly, breath fanning across your hair as he sleeps peacefully. You let your fingers trail over his skin as you wait for his early alarm that will signal the end of your quiet moments of bliss, snapping you both back into your realities. You trace the scars lining his skin, all of them with their own stories, just like Johnâs.Â
He makes a garbled, snorting noise as your fingers brush over his ribs, his entire body twitching. His hand moves, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. âTickles.â He murmurs, lifting your arm so itâs draped around his neck. He's asleep almost immediately, as if he hadn't woken at all from your tickling.Â
You continue to lay there as he sleeps, your mind drifting between sleep and your racing thoughts until Johnnyâs alarm goes off. He groans, reaching across you to turn it off. He lays still, breath still fanning over the top of your head. For a moment youâre worried heâs fallen asleep again, but eventually he moves, rolling on top of you.Â
He presses his face against your neck, letting out a quiet groan. Heâs heavy, but a solid weight above you. Itâs comforting, the weight of him like a blanket keeping you safe. He presses gentle kisses against your neck, his fingers trailing across your shoulder before brushing over your mark. You let out a whine, arching against him.Â
âScreaminâ Jesus.â He curses, getting hard against your thigh.Â
âDonât you have to go work out?â You ask as he begins to grind against you.Â
âWould rather stay here with you.â He growls against your throat.Â
âWonât you get in trouble?â You gasp, bucking up against him.Â
âWorth it.â He grunts, kicking the sheets off the end of the bed.Â
âSomeone missed the morning workout.â Kyle says as you and Johnny sit down at the table for breakfast. Youâre the last ones there, despite Johnny skipping his early morning workout.Â
You take your normal spot between Kyle and John, sitting gingerly on the hard bench. Thereâs still a distinct ache between your thighs from Johnnyâs enthusiasm and intense stamina last night and this morning. Â
âAye, donât worry. I still got a good workout in.â Johnny says cheekily, winking across the table at you.Â
Youâre afraid you may combust as the other three pairs of eyes at the table look at you. Itâs no secret what you were doing last night, or this morning. Johnny, as in most aspects of his life, is loud in bed. Kyle had known you were going to, and so had Simon, but you find your gaze turning to John as your face warms.Â
Youâre not quite sure what youâre expecting as you look at him. Itâs not like he had forbidden you from pursuing relationships with the others, or even shown any distaste at the idea. You were open to love the other members of the pack, just as they did one another, just as he did.Â
His face is stoic as he stares at you, before it begins to lighten, a gleam shining in his eyes. âDid he take good care of you?â He asks, the corner of his lips twitching.Â
You swallow thickly, your face getting warmer as you nod. âYeah.âÂ
âGood.â John grins. â Then I suppose I can forgive him for sleeping in this morning, so long as it doesnât become a habit.â He casts his glance across the table.Â
âIâm a bad influence.â You say, spooning porridge into your mouth.Â
âCertainly worth the trouble, though.â Johnny says, wiggling his eyebrows at you. âEspecially when you do that thing with your tongue-â
Johnnyâs words are cut off with a pained yelp as Ghost kicks him under the table. âDonât go spilling all her tricks.â He grumbles, eyeing the tables around you.Â
You think your face might be permanently warm at the thought of anyone nearby hearing the topic of your conversation. Of course they know, but hearing about it was something entirely different.Â
Kyle walks you back to the barracks after breakfast, your hand in his, fingers laced together. His thumb rubs the back of your hand absentmindedly, shoulders brushing as you walk. Neither of you say anything, but you donât have to. Unlike Johnny, Kyle is happy to exist in silence. Theyâre so very different, despite both being betas.Â
Your brothers had often joked about betas being boring, and how glad they were that neither of your parents were betas. Youâd disagree now, after spending some time around betas. Theyâre just as complex as alphas and omegas, in their own ways.Â
Boring was the last thing youâd describe Johnny as last night.Â
Kyle holds the door for you as you enter the barracks, following you down the hall. You stop in front of your door, your hand pausing on the knob as Kyle leans in close to you.Â
His chest presses against your back, breath fanning your ear as he speaks. âCanât wait to find out about this trick you do with your tongue.âÂ
Your face warms again, your heart thudding in your chest as you turn to look up at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips. âYou could find out right now.âÂ
Kyleâs lips lift in a smirk as he leans in closer, trapping you against the door. âIâd love to, but I donât think the Captain would be quite so forgiving if I skipped out on this training.âÂ
You stare up at him, lost in his big brown eyes. âSoon?âÂ
He smirks, leaning down to kiss you. âOf course. Just say the word.âÂ
He leaves you there with your heart thudding in your chest, your stomach churning in excitement. Youâd be more than willing to go that extra step with Kyle right at this very moment, but the subtle ache between your thighs thanks to Johnny is a good reminder why you should wait. You want to enjoy your time with Kyle.
You know it will be worth the wait.Â
âHow have you been?âÂ
You shrug, sinking back into the plush chair. Itâs warm in the office, a stark contrast to the cold downpour outside. âFine.â You answer, running your hands over your jeans. âTired.âÂ
âOh?â Dr. Keller raises an eyebrow at you. âHave you not been sleeping well?âÂ
âIâm...having a hard time falling asleep.â You say. Itâs not entirely a lie, but itâs not the whole truth.Â
âWhy do you think that is?â She asks, writing something down.Â
Your palms begin to sweat. You hadnât planned on going into too much detail about this with her, but you knew sheâd likely notice and remark on your tired appearance. âBeen thinking too much.âÂ
âAbout what?â She probes, staring at you.Â
You know you donât have to tell her anything. What you share is up to you. Yet, you can feel the words bubbling up, threatening to spill over before you can stop them. âMy family.â You say, releasing some steam from the boiling pot inside you. Tears burn your eyes, threatening to fall as you continue. âEspecially my mom. I miss her a lot sometimes.âÂ
âYou had a close bond with her.â Dr. Keller says. Itâs not a question.Â
You nod. âThe closest out of all of my siblings.â You snuffle, wiping the tear trailing down your cheek. âMakes sense why.âÂ
âSometimes we have traits or behaviors that show before we present that hint at our possible status. Having a stronger bond with one parent over another, especially in mixed status packs, can signal what one might present as.â Dr. Keller says. âWere you the first omega to present in your pack?âÂ
You nod. âYeah. My older brothers were alphas, and I donât know about my younger siblings.âÂ
âThat could all contribute to a strong bond with your mother.â Dr. Keller leans back in her seat. âIâm assuming you havenât had any contact with them since the institute.âÂ
âNot since I was taken from home. The institute didnât support keeping those connections with previous packs and...I donât think they would have reached out anyway.â You say, picking at the fabric of your pants.Â
âWhat makes you say that?â Dr. Keller asks.Â
You pause, not sure you want to open that bag of worms. If anyone is safe enough to do it with, you know itâs going to be Dr. Keller. She wonât judge you, she wonât think you weak or silly for having such thoughts, such fears. She doesnât care how broken you are. Youâre not part of her pack. Sheâs an outsider, a doctor above all.Â
âWell, they did send me to the institute, didnât they?â You finally say.Â
Dr. Keller hums, staring at you for a moment before she drops her gaze to her notebook, writing something down. âI suppose you have a point there. Hypothetically, if you were given the chance to, would you want to talk to them again? Itâs not uncommon for omegas to seek out their previous packs and families after they leave the institute.âÂ
Your stomach twists at her question. Even if it is only hypothetical, you had existed for years in the institute thinking youâd never get to see or hear from your family again. They were behind you, lost to you. They wouldnât accept your attempts to reach out to them, even if you knew where they were. Even after leaving the institute, you knew the chances of seeing them again or even just hearing from them was almost none. You have a new pack now, your old one doesnât matter.Â
Thatâs just the life of an omega.Â
Would you want to? In this hypothetical world where this question exists as a potential option, would they even answer if you called? Would they accept an invitation to see you again, if they were given the chance? Could your father feel regret after all of these years for what he did to you?Â
âI...â You frown, tears pricking your eyes again. âI donât know.âÂ
âThatâs okay.â Dr. Keller says. âItâs a complex situation. If you ever wanted to, though, Iâm sure they could make it happen.âÂ
Your gaze snaps to hers, the shock at her words clearly written on your face. Of course they probably could. It was their job to hunt down hard to find people, and with the CIA at their backs, youâre certain they could track down your family easily. Would they do it for you, if you asked? Would they allow you to have that connection with your old pack while still being part of theirs?Â
âMost people keep some form of contact with their family, even after they move on to their own pack.â Dr. Keller says. âItâs not unusual, even among omegas. Just something to think about.âÂ
âDo you still talk to your family?â You ask her, partly out of curiosity.Â
âI do.â She smiles. âI talk to my parents pretty regularly, and my older brother occasionally. Heâs involved in this world too. He was in the Army originally, but now he does whatever it is he does.âÂ
Youâre surprised by her answer. Not so much that she still talks to her family, but that sheâs familiar with this world. It makes sense, how easily she existed in it, beyond just being a professional. âDo you think it had something to do with you being chosen for this position?â You ask.Â
âMost likely.â She grins. âLaswell probably wanted someone who is at least a little familiar with this world, but also someone she knew would work well with you.âÂ
âI think she made the right choice.â You say. Itâs the truth. You like Dr. Keller. You trust her. Youâve grown comfortable in her presence and you look forward to your appointments with her. It almost makes you feel bad for withholding the truth from her.Â
âGood. I think so too.â She says. âSo, did anything exciting happen this week?âÂ
You chew on your lip nervously, your hands disappearing into your sleeves as your face warms a bit. âJohnny and I...had our first time together.âÂ
âOh?â Her eyebrows raise. âAnd thatâs something you wanted?âÂ
You nod. âYeah. Iâd like to get close to all of them, well, as close as Ghost will let me get.â You bite your lip again. âGhost...gave me some pointers on how to handle Johnny. It worked. He...let me take control. I liked it.âÂ
âNothing wrong with that.â Dr. Keller says. âI think itâs great that youâve discovered this about yourself. I know omegas are so used to being controlled in society. I think itâs great that youâve found a place where perhaps you can take a little control back.âÂ
Sheâs not wrong. Your entire life has been dictated for you, controlled by someone else. The baton of control was just continually passed from your father, to the institute, to the CIA, and now to John. Though John has granted you the most freedom of everyone thatâs held control over you, thereâs still requirements for obedience and submission to him. Youâll never be your own person. Thatâs just the way society works, and youâve come to accept that.Â
Yet, youâve never felt quite so powerful as you did in bed with Johnny, when youâd gripped him by the mohawk like Ghost had instructed you to. When you saw the change in his eyes as you took over, controlling him, telling him what to do. You liked it, exerting control over someone else for a change. He just let you do it. It still sends a thrill down your spine at the thought of the possibilities, the things you can do now that youâve discovered this part of yourself. Youâd never show it in public, but behind closed doors...
The book was right. Perhaps omegas can be powerful.Â
âWhat are we doing?â You ask, staring up at John as he straps a tactical vest onto your body.Â
âWeâre doing an exercise, and youâre going to help us.â He answers, double checking the vest before putting a helmet on your head. âThink of it as hide and seek mixed with tag.â He finishes strapping the helmet to your head, taking a step back. âHow does it feel?âÂ
âHeavy.â You feel weighed down with the vest and the helmet.
âYouâll get used to it.â He says with a smile, guiding you towards the door of the warehouse.Â
Itâs dark inside, nearly pitch black except for the light coming in from the open door. Thereâs fake walls set up in front of you, with space just in the middle like a sort of hallway that disappears into the darkness.Â
âYour job is to get from this side of the warehouse, to the other without getting caught.â John says. âNo weapons, just you trying to evade us and get to the other side while we try and catch you,â John lowers the goggles on the top of the helmet, the world coming alive in shades of green around you. âAnd night vision goggles. Be smart about it. Understood?âÂ
You nod, looking around with the goggles, trying to adapt to using them. âYes, sir.âÂ
âGood. You have a thirty second head start. Use it wisely.âÂ
He leaves the warehouse, closing the door behind him. Youâre left in complete darkness, with no sound but a fan running somewhere, probably to dampen any sounds that might echo. You stand there for a moment, trying not to breathe too heavily, as it might echo in the warehouse. You stare at the door behind you for a second before you begin to move forward, the adrenaline starting to pump. You have to get to the other side of the warehouse before they catch you. Are they working together or individually? What kind of strategy will they use? What strategy will you use?Â
You begin to pick up speed, running until you reach the end of the first hallway. It splits off in both directions, and you hesitate for a moment. Be smart about it. You donât have many advantages in this situation. Theyâve done this before, both in training and probably in the field as well. Theyâre highly skilled soldiers, trained to hunt down people in all sorts of environments, sometimes with nothing more than their scent.Â
Scent.Â
Of course.Â
You take off down the right hallway, following it as it twists and turns like a maze. A giant maze. Thereâs so many hallways, so many places to run, but not many to hide. Thatâs not the point, though. You have to get to the other side of the warehouse before they do. You have to track your way through this maze without getting caught by four special operations soldiers.Â
Simple enough.Â
You pause at a corner, undoing your vest so you can slip your sweatshirt off. Youâre just putting your vest back on when the door opens, bathing the ceiling with light for a moment. Itâs started. Theyâre inside. You canât hear anything over the hum of the fan, and thatâs almost more terrifying to you than if you had been able to hear them. The adrenaline is pumping now as you toss your sweatshirt in the corner before quickly backtracking and heading a different direction.
You try to keep your breathing quiet as you weave through the maze, doubling back and touching the walls every so often to try and leave your scent behind and confuse them. You take deep breaths through your nose as you go, trying to catch any whiff of them, any sign that you might have crossed their path or be getting close to them. Theyâll reach the same area of the maze as youâre in eventually, sooner rather than later. You need to start pressing forward. Youâre not just evading them, you have to reach the other side before they catch you.Â
You slip around a corner, pressing up against the wall as something moves behind you. You hold your breath, quiet footsteps passing by your position. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, the instinctual fear of being hunted rising in you. You take a couple of quiet deep breaths, slipping your shoes off to grab your socks before slipping them back on. You peek around the corner, finding nothing.Â
You toss one of your socks in the corner before doubling back, pausing as you cross one of their scents. Johnny. You recognize the citrusy tang in the air. Christ, youâve never heard him be that quiet before. You continue on, your heart racing in your chest as you carefully weave around corners, slipping through hallways. Theyâre close to you now. They could be around any corner.Â
You pause as you cross the scent of leather and musk, something prickling in the back of your mind. Itâs a fresh scent. You pause for a moment, looking in the direction he went before slipping around the corner. You still have your other sock clutched in your hand, knuckles white as you grip it tightly.Â
You should be nearing the end. The warehouse isnât that big, even with all the doubling back and dodging youâve been doing. You toss your other sock in a corner haphazardly as you decide to stop doubling back and go for the exit. You have to try and get ahead of them, as well as find your way through the maze to the exit door.Â
Simple enough.Â
Except, you have no idea which direction the exit is, or which direction youâre heading. You could be going backwards for all you know. You weave through the halls, around the corners, focusing on finding the end of the maze.Â
In your concentration you fail to notice the scent, weaving through the halls mindlessly as you attempt to reach the end of the maze. You pay for it as the sound of boots on the concrete floor rushes up behind you. You let out a startled shriek of surprise as your feet leave the floor, your body ragdolling over someoneâs shoulder.Â
âGot her!â He yells out, weaving around a couple corners before light floods the warehouse, making you wince.Â
Your squint as your feet hit the ground again, the night vision goggles lifted from your face. Your nose crinkles as you stare up at Kyleâs smug face, his lips pulled up in a smirk.Â
âNo fair.â You pout. âI was so close!âÂ
âYou were, but you got sloppy at the end there.â He says, undoing the strap of your helmet to help you take it off. Youâre sweaty underneath it, hair sticking to your forehead. Youâre glad you ditched your sweatshirt now.Â
âNot bad.â John says, exiting the warehouse, Ghost and Johnny following. âNice strategy.â He says, tossing your sweatshirt to you.Â
You shrug, hugging it to your chest. âHad to think fast with what I had on hand.âÂ
âRunning around with no socks on too.â Ghost says, holding up your socks.Â
âLeft you a little present. You can keep them if you want.â You smirk.Â
âDonât want your nasty socks.â He grumbles, tossing them to you.Â
âThat was fun.â You say, grinning up at them. âLike being hunted.â You donât miss the quiet rumble in Johnâs chest at your words, his eyes darkening just a bit. âCan someone help me out of this now though,â You say, reaching for the velcro straps on the vest. âItâs squishing my boobs.âÂ
The TV is playing some show, but you're not really paying attention. You haven't been, not for a while now. Your adrenaline had still been pumping a bit after your participation in the exercise earlier, putting you on edge the rest of the day. It had been a bit thrilling, the idea of being hunted like that. You can understand now how omegas enjoy being hunted, beyond just the inevitable end.Â
The thought of that being how the exercise ended, all four of them at once, out where anyone could see you...your skin begins to prickle as heat blossoms in your veins. Kyle would get to take you first because he won, he caught you so easily. Would John go second, or would he allow the other members of his pack to go first? Ghost would be rough, taking you from behind, hands bruising on your hips. Your teeth sink into your lip as you imagine him over you, a position you often found yourself in during your training with him. He's just so big, so strong. They all are.Â
You won't be able to control yourself during training if you keep going down that thought path.Â
John would be gentle, piecing you back together after the others have had their way with you. He'd take care of you, like a good alpha, dragging one more orgasm out of you after you think you can't anymore.Â
You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm your scent. You're stinking up the rec room with your fantasies. You turn your head to look at the TV, trying to focus on what's happening on the screen in an effort to distract yourself.Â
It doesn't work, the subtle dampness between your thighs ever present on your mind. You have half a mind to get up and seek out Kyle, but like a miracle he appears in the doorway of the rec room. You see his nostrils flare, the lift of his shoulders as he inhales. He can smell your arousal, the spike in the sweetness of your scent. You have no doubt about that. He doesn't say anything, though, instead he approaches the couch silently, kneeling at the end.Â
He settles himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest. He lets out a breath as he settles, keeping some of his weight off of you, but he's still pressed against you like a weighted blanket. You fight the urge to shift beneath him, to press your hips up against him, to seek any ounce of relief for the warmth between your thighs.Â
You're not sure he's watching the TV either as he lays there, relaxed over you. Your fingers trail patterns across his back, gliding over his soft shirt. He's in blue today, one of your favorite colors on him. He looks good in anything, the perks of being pretty, but blue is one of your favorite colors on him.Â
It's silent between you for a while, Kyle relaxed above you while you fight to relax beneath him. If heâs affected at all by your scent, he hides it well. You have half a mind to ask him to take pity on you, to slip his hand beneath your sweatpants and ease the ache between your thighs. He had said whenever you wanted it. All you have to do is ask.Â
You shift slightly beneath him, lifting your hand to his head. âKyle?â You ask, gently trailing your fingers over his scalp. He'd gotten his hair buzzed recently, the curly strands shorter than normal.Â
He hums in response, the sound rumbling through your body from where his head rests on your chest. When you don't reply right away he lifts his head, blinking up at you with those big brown eyes.Â
âKiss me?â You ask.Â
Your heart starts to race as he pulls himself closer to you, his body dragging against yours. His eyes dart to your lips before they look back into yours for a moment. He leans down, slipping his arms underneath your back as he closes the gap between you. His lips are soft against yours, his kisses gentle and controlled as he holds you like you might break in his grasp.Â
âKyle?â You murmur against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck.Â
He hums again in response, pulling away just slightly to stare down at you.Â
ââM not gonna break.â You say, dragging your nails over his scalp again. âKiss me like you mean it.âÂ
His lips twitch in a smirk before he leans down, pressing his lips hard against yours. Itâs a searing kiss that nearly steals your breath away. His tongue prods at your lips, and you part them to allow him in. He tastes like the tea he had been drinking after dinner, rich and earthy with a hint of sweetness from the sugar he added. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue flicks against your own, your thighs squeezing around his waist at the thought of that tongue between your legs.Â
He smirks against your lips as if he knows exactly what youâre thinking, his body shifting over yours so he can press one of his thighs between your legs. You move instinctively, your hips grinding against his thigh. Finally you're getting some friction, some relief from the ache.Â
âFuck.â He breathes, pulling you tighter against his chest. âThatâs it.â He groans, pressing his thigh harder against your grinding hips. âGonna cum on my thigh, just like that?â He nips at your jaw, trailing kisses down the line towards your neck. âHavenât even touched you yet.âÂ
You try to muffle your moans as you continue to grind against his thigh, the friction on your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. âKyle?â You gasp out, gripping the back of his shirt. âGonna fuck me on the rec room couch?âÂ
He lifts his head from your neck, staring down at you for a moment. âFuck, youâre right. Your room or mine?âÂ
âYours.â You say, hanging on for dear life as he scoops you up off the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
He walks you to his room, carrying you the entire way. He kicks the door shut, beelining for his bed. He drops you down on the mattress, your body bouncing as he hastily peels his shirt off, revealing an expanse of smooth skin marked here and there by scars. You immediately reach out, trailing your fingers over his skin. Itâs just as soft as it looks, your fingers trailing the lines of his muscles.Â
His hand flattens over yours as it reaches his chest, pressing it into his warm skin as he leans down, kissing you again. His hands slip under your thighs, lifting you and switching your positions so heâs seated on the bed, and youâre in his lap.Â
âAnyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?â He says, looking up at you.Â
âI think itâs been mentioned before.â You say with a shrug, smiling down at him.Â
âItâs the truth.â He says, slipping his hands under your shirt. âDeserve to hear it all the time.âÂ
âBunch of handsome men complimenting me constantly?â You say, lifting your arms over your head so he can remove your shirt. âCanât complain about that.âÂ
âLuckiest men in the world.â He says, smoothing his hands across your back as he presses his face into your throat. âPretty little omega.âÂ
You shiver as his teeth nip at your skin, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. You arch against his chest, pressing yourself closer. Thereâs a bulge in his pants, a shiver of pride running through you at the thought that you did that to him. You elicited such a reaction from him.Â
âI never properly thanked you.â You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âFor what?â He asks, staring up at you curiously.Â
âFor taking such good care of me during my heat. Couldnât have been easy, seeing me like that, knowing you couldnât even touch me.â You grind your hips against his, his teeth sinking into his lip as you grind against his bulge. âTell me, how many times did you touch yourself while thinking about me?âÂ
âToo many to count, love.â He groans, leaning his forehead against yours. âSounded so sweet, getting ruined by our alpha.âÂ
âBeen so patient, waiting for this.â You gasp, still rocking in his lap, the wetness between your thighs intensifying from the friction. âTell me how you want me.âÂ
âSit on my face.â He growls, pushing you off his lap so he can lay down on the bed.Â
You shove your pants and underwear down your legs, fighting the urge to be bashful. Kyle has already seen you at your most vulnerable, been up close and personal with your most private parts. Yet, it feels different like this. More intimate, and less of a necessity.Â
You take his hand as he offers it, letting him guide you to kneel over his face. You grip the headboard as you hover over him, his hands settling on your hips.Â
âWait-â You say, before he can pull you down onto his face. âWhat if I suffocate you?âÂ
âThen Iâll die a happy man.â He says, tugging you down onto his mouth.Â
You let out a gasp as his tongue drags through your folds, already soaked from his teasing. His tongue flicks across your clit, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. Your hips jerk when his mouth closes around your clit, suckling at it with a lewd smack of his lips.Â
âFuck!â You gasp, grinding your hips against his face as he continues to tease your clit, drawing patterns on it with his tongue.Â
Youâre close already, your legs trembling around his head. He holds you steady, keeping you still above him as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it harshly. Your knees attempt to squeeze around his head as you cum, soaking his face with a cry. He continues to lap at your folds, licking up every last bit of your release before he finally lets you move off his face.
You drop to the side, staring down at him as you try to catch your breath. He licks his lips, his face shiny with your juices. He reaches a hand over, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pulls your face down to his, kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue and lips, already starting to get wet again.Â
Kyle wraps his arms around you, flipping you onto your back under him. He hovers over you, the bulge in his pants very visible, even from this position.Â
âSweet little omega.â He says, nipping at your lips. âSo fucking perfect.âÂ
âKyle,â You gasp, pulling him down into a kiss. âNeed you.âÂ
âI got you.â He soothes you, pressing another kiss to your lips before he sits back on his knees between your legs, staring down at you. He drags his fingers through your folds, still just as slick as they had been before your orgasm. âSo fucking wet.â He groans, hastily undoing his belt and pants, kicking them off the end of the bed.Â
You stare at him in awe, his cock just as beautiful as he is. Long and thick, curved just slightly. You canât help but ogle him as he wraps a hand around the base, squeezing it. Heâs hard, raging hard, the tip leaking precum already. He really has been so patient, waiting for this. You almost feel bad making him wait so long, but he had agreed to be patient, if only to keep Johnny from making everyoneâs lives miserable with his pouting if he didnât get to go first.Â
Itâs only fair that you let Johnny go first too, considering Kyle will likely be the one you spend the most time with. Itâs only natural, thanks to your bond with John. Kyleâs your beta, just as much as John is your alpha. Youâd like Johnny to be your beta too, but you know without that bond with Ghost, itâll never feel quite the same as it does with Kyle. Regardless, youâll continue to treat Johnny as if he was your beta.Â
âWhatâs going on in that head of yours?â Kyle asks, watching you as you get lost in thought.
You truly do it at the worst possible times.
You lift your gaze to his, staring into those big brown eyes. âJust waiting on you to hurry up and fuck me.âÂ
You let out a yelp as Kyleâs hand smacks your inner thigh, the sound cracking through the room.Â
âDonât get cheeky now.â He warns, rubbing the spot on your skin thatâs quickly turning warm from his smack. âJust making sure youâre alright.âÂ
âFine.â You say, spreading your legs further for him. âBe better if you finally fucked me.âÂ
Your laugh is broken by a moan as he drags his head through your folds, his hand falling to grip your waist.Â
âThat needy for me, huh?â He asks, teasingly pressing the tip of his cock into you before pulling back.Â
âJust worried you might not make it since youâve waited so long.â You gasp, trying to move your hips to take him deeper into you, but he pins you with the hand on your hip.Â
âCareful what you wish for.â He says, the warning clear in his tone. You handled Johnny just fine, you can certainly handle Kyle.Â
You hope.Â
He finally takes pity on you, sinking his cock deeper into you. You moan at the stretch, flopping back on the bed as you try to relax around him. He rolls his hips in short thrusts, sinking deeper and deeper as you open up to him. You reach for him as he sinks even further into you, his body folding over yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring up at him as he seats himself completely inside you, hips pressed flush against yours.Â
âHi.â You breathe, getting lost in his soft gaze.Â
âHi, love.â He grins down at you, fingers brushing your cheeks as he leans on his elbows above you. âDoing alright?âÂ
You nod, squeezing around him. âYeah. Feels good.âÂ
âGood.â He says, leaning down to kiss you. âBeen waiting so long for this. Feels better than I imagined.âÂ
You let out a quiet whine, clenching around him again. The thought of him imagining this, trying to picture what youâd look like, what youâd feel like while he waited patiently for his turn has your body burning hot. You shift your hips below him, causing him to move inside you.Â
âKyle?â You breathe, shifting again. âPlease move.âÂ
âI got you, love.â He smiles down at you, pulling his hips back before slowly pressing forward again.Â
Your head falls back as he moves, keeping his pace slow and languid. Heat burns through your veins, your very nerve endings alive as he slowly rolls his hips into you. Something thrums in the back of your mind, the mark on your shoulder almost tingling as you stare up at him, your fingers trailing over the mark on his shoulder, a mirror of the one on your own. A shudder runs through him as your fingers brush the scar, his lips parting in a low groan. You clench around him at the sight of such unbridled pleasure on his face, pulling him closer against your body.
He drags your pleasure out as he makes love to you, slow and passionate and deliberate with every movement. You know you wonât last much longer, the sensations beginning to overwhelm you.Â
âIâm close.â You breathe into Kyleâs ear, pressing kisses across his neck. âDonât stop.âÂ
âGonna cum for me?â He groans, keeping his thrusts steady. âGonna let me see that beautiful face as you come undone for me?âÂ
Your back arches as you cum, pushed over the edge by his words. Your nails bite into his shoulders, but he offers no complaint as he continues to roll his hips into yours, working you through your orgasm as he chases his own. His pace picks up slightly as he gets closer and closer to the edge, your eyes on his face, wanting to watch him now.Â
âYour turn.â You breathe, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm as you clench around him.Â
His head tilts back, lips parted in a deep moan as his hips jerk. His cock twitches inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy as he cums. You trail your hands over his back, sinking your teeth into your lip as you watch his face morph into complete bliss. Youâve never seen anything quite so beautiful.Â
He collapses on top of you, just managing to keep his weight off of you thanks to his elbows planted on the bed beside your head. You continue to rub his back, fingers tracing the smooth, sweat slicked skin, only pausing to trace the scars that you find. Kyle presses soft kisses to your face, slowly trailing lower across your jaw and neck. He presses a kiss to your mark, a shudder running through you. He lets out a groan as you clench around him, shifting so heâs face to face with you again.Â
âGive me a minute.â He says, slipping out of you as he presses a kiss to your lips.Â
âTired already?â You ask cheekily.Â
âNo,â He says, kissing you again before slowly sliding down your body. âJust need a minute to catch my breath. Besides,â He settles between your thighs, pressing them open so heâs face to face with your pussy. âIâve got a mess to clean up.âÂ
You stand outside the door of Johnâs office, brows pulled into a frown. You have a feeling you already know what heâs going to say, yet your mind keeps reeling, coming up with the most fantastical ideas as to why you were summoned to his office in the middle of the day. Itâs weird that heâs in his office in the middle of the day. Usually theyâd be off training, but heâd pulled them all into a meeting this morning after breakfast, one that had gone into your usual lunch time, and then they hadnât gone to train after you finally got to eat.Â
âCome in.âÂ
Your hand pauses on the handle as you hesitate, almost as if you could prevent whatâs going to happen by just not going in. Itâs a ridiculous thought. Avoiding this will only likely get you into trouble.Â
You step into the office, the air inside different from any of the other times youâve been in his office. Johnâs face looks grim and focused behind his desk, and itâs not hard to tell youâre not facing John right now, youâre facing Captain Price.Â
You take the seat across from him at his desk when he motions to it, trying to fight the tears threatening to brim in your eyes as you stare at him. You wonât cry. You knew this was going to happen eventually. You knew going in what was going to inevitably happen. You had been well prepared for this part of your new reality, yet you donât want to acknowledge it now that youâre staring it in the face.Â
âI know youâve likely already figured out whatâs going on.â He says, his voice gruff and deeper than normal.Â
You can see it in his face. Heâs fighting his own battle with having to tell you. You hadnât expected it, to see him struggle with it. He knew it as well as you did. He knew it better than you did, and yet, you can see the turmoil behind that focused gaze.Â
He lets out a sigh as he continues, hands closing into fists on his desk, his tone almost apologetic. The words sting despite the fact you had known they were coming, despite the fact you had expected them when you walked into the office. âThis morning we had a debrief for a new assignment. Weâll be leaving tonight. All four of us.â Â