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Soap is more fidgety today, and the whole team has noticed. Usually, when he’s just on base, he only keeps his sharp teeth and nails out, as he can’t hide those, but today… today is different. He paces with his tail fluffed out and his brown, fluffy ears laid back. He’s usually fidgety, sure, but he can sit down and fidget in those circumstances. He walks himself all the way to the training room, and when Gaz follows, he notices Soap’s punches are weak. Ghost looks up from where he’s working out and gives Gaz a look, hoping his other sergeant has an explanation. When Gaz doesn’t reveal anything, Ghost makes his way over. The tendrils of smoke he leaves behind come forward and wrap around Soap once he’s still. “Soap, what’s gotten into you today?” His voice carries in the echoey room despite the softness of it.
Soap presses his nose to Ghost’s neck, breathing his smell in and salivating over it, “We should go to yer room.”
His voice is deeper than usual, and Gaz grimaces, “I second that. Go before I see something I can’t unsee. Again.” He shivers slightly, then waves them off. Soap doesn’t take his nose out of Ghost’s shoulder, closing his eyes to really breathe Ghost in.
Ghost scoops Johnny up and takes him back to their room, setting him down gently. “You okay?” He starts to check over Soap, wondering if he got snagged with something silver that was healing too slowly or even poisoning him.
Soap shakes his head, peeling off his layers one by one until he’s exposed for Simon, rolling over onto his knees and tugging at his hole, “Please, Si. I need you.” He’s already hard, and his dick looks like it has been ignored for a while, “Siiiii…” it’s all angry and red, a stark contrast to his very tan skin, and it looks like he could burst with even a touch, skin to skin, with his lieutenant. A very different outcome from what Simon was expecting.
Simon’s wide eyes are quickly narrowed as a smirk crosses his face. “Oh, I see. Patience, precious. I’ve got you,” Simon reaches out and runs his hand along Soap’s ass, praising him for not cumming then and there. He’s pleased to see Soap is already dripping, so Simon strips down and says, “Tell me what you want, pup.”
“I want, I want ye to use all yer hands, I want ye to fix this! Ye bein’ so close does this to me.” He digs at the bedding with his nails, biting into his pillow with sharp teeth, then pulling away, “Fuck, Si, the thin’s ye do to me!!”
Simon chuckles at his needy pup but gives him everything he could want and more. He shifts partly, his extra hands splitting from his arms and more whisps pour from his body. Two hands grab Soap’s hips and yank him back to stuff him full of dick while the other two split up, one grabbing the base of Soap’s tail to keep it lifted and his hole exposed and the other wrapping around Johnny’s throat possessively.
Johnny whines, looking back at Simon as the wraith leans over him, sticking his pierced tongue out and panting lightly, “I dinnae need to wait, Si. I’m ready, have been all day.” He shivers, “‘s why I’ve been mad all day! Had thin’s to dae when I would’ve rather just been with ye.” What otherwise sounds romantic comes off a bit shallow when Soap whines for Simon to widen his dick with his wraith powers right after.
Simon just huffs softly and pulls back, slamming in with his modified dick and fucking him into the mattress. “Better?” He growls, leaning forward and kissing at Soap’s over sensitive neck.
Soap nods, writhing under Simon. He’s loud and whiny, and he just won’t stop, even as that hand around his throat tightens just a bit. He rips the hand away from his throat with a growl, putting the middle and ring fingers of the hand in his mouth instead.
Ghost growls when even that doesn’t fully shut Soap up, “Do I need to get you a gag before the whole base hears you?” They have some for when Johnny is being particularly noisy just a few feet away. Simon doesn’t make a move for them though, his fingers pressing down on Johnny’s pretty little tongue and digging in everywhere else.
Johnny whines and shakes his head adamantly, but stiffens with a loud whine and cums, though it’s surprising to Simon he even lasted this long. He bites the fingers in his mouth, though it’s okay because those aren’t Simon’s real fingers. And Johnny knew that, so it doesn’t freak him out when the fingers fall off of the hand and then evaporate back into Simon immediately.
New fingers fill Soap’s mouth almost immediately, once again pressing on his tongue and now sliding back to make him gag a bit while Ghost fucks into him still. “Aww, cumming so soon?” He taunts Johnny a bit, leaning over him. Some of his whisps start to wrap around Johnny’s throat, begging to be released and inhaled so they can bury themselves into him.
Johnny only gives a pitiful whimper, though Simon can see Johnny’s skin start to change right in front of him. It hurts a bit more than Johnny admits as he grows bigger with each passing minute, his muscles and bones widening and lengthening to make way for the bigger body. Johnny gives (delightful) squeezes with each sudden change or crack, and even though it’s like heaven to Simon, Johnny bites down on the fingers again and keeps his jaw clenched with a soft growl. Fur grows in tufts, then in full, down Johnny’s spine, and before he even knows it, Simon is almost dwarfed by Johnny’s new form.
Simon takes it as a bit of a challenge, changing his dick again when he pulls out to just the head and slamming in with almost twice the size to please his boy. He lets a hand pet along the ridge down Johnny’s spine, praising his transformation, “Such a good boy. There you go.”
Johnny growls in thanks, and it almost rattles Simon’s skull. He rolls over when it’s still just on the edge of perfect, tugging one of Simon’s ghostly arms into his big, now canine, jaws and crunching down. It makes all the sounds and has all of the feelings of biting through flesh and blood, and it quels Johnny’s wiggles for only another moment as Simon gets close with him. He grabs his dick and jerks it off hard, “Simon-!!”
Simon feels a tingle in his now bitten arm and snarls, “Hold on! I’m almost there.” It doesn’t hurt to have his arm in the jaws of a wolf, just feels strange as he cums and milks himself out. “Fuck Johnny,” Simon hums, his hand replacing Johnny’s on his dick and he jerks his boy off till he cums again, “Better?”
Johnny grunts, then shakes his head, “No.” He pushes Simon off with only a slight grimace, marveling at what he took for a moment, then flipping them over and watching Simon’s dick return to its normal (already huge) size. He pants over Simon, drooling on his chest as he pleads, “Let me fuck you, please.”
Simon’s smoke tendrils slide up again and wrap around Soap. He hauls his pup into a messy kiss then murmurs, “Only if you breathe me in.” He wants to mark Soap, he’s wanted for a while, but the way Soap is watching him, waiting on him when he wants to do nothing but fuck is really making Simon fall head over heels.
Soap nods, pressing his nose back to Simon’s neck, “I’ve been doing that since we got back from leave.” He licks Simon’s neck, his piercing still there and making the skin gently tingle from the feeling. He makes Simon open himself up, then slides in with a loud, deep moan. He opens his mouth for Simon, closing his eyes and letting Simon invade his space. The mist that surrounds them both now eases in with Johnny’s breath, tickling him with cool tendrils and wrapping all around him. Simon can feel as part of himself entangles with Johnny and moans at that and the pressure that settles into his stomach as Soap fills him up. Soap shivers to the feeling, shaking his big head like he would to clear it of water. He gets used to the feeling soon, though, and licks Simon’s neck again, purring, “That wasn’t so bad.” He moves his hips a little, “How are you feeling?”
Simon whines softly, “I forget how big you are like this.” The stretch is obscene for Ghost whose legs are pressed open as far as they can go and he still aches for more room. He can take it, he just needs time.
Soap’s tail wags just a little, and he leans down more, pressing sweet licks all over Simon’s neck and chest, “Do ye want me to knot inside?” He nibbles his lip, “Or should I pull out? I’ll try my hardest, but no promises.”
Simon sucks in a deep breath and nuzzles in, “You can knot in me, I’ll be plenty loose by then.” He gets a bit more excited at that, having only taken Soap’s knot once before but remembering the feeling intimately. Soap nods, feeling eager in his own way. He wiggles more and more, watching Simon’s wisps turn from liquid to gas slowly but surely as Simon feels more and more ready. He keeps squirming until he deems Simon as ready, keeping a slow but punishing pace for the poor wraith.
Simon grasps at Soap as he starts, clinging to him like a lifeline. Even his extra limbs grab at Soap, pressing them closer than before while digging their nails in. “Oh fuck-“ Simon pants heavily as he’s ruined in the best possible way, “So big!”
Soap growls in his ear, “That’s how you like it.” But he quickly loses his mind to the pressure he feels in his belly, biting the pillow next to Simon’s head as he shoves in deep and hard. He presses until Simon cums, and fucks until Simon cums again, and only when Simon is feeling woozy, does that knot start to build. It’s bigger this time, Simon thinks, or maybe it’s the same size but Simon has been fucked to the point of insanity. Either way it goes, Simon is woken from his silly stupor by a desperate whine in his ear, as Soap pumps him full of cum and leaves no room for anything else.
Simon sobs out when Soap humps him like a pitiful animal, his hands clawing down his sides and back and tears into his skin. His dick gives a weak spurt in a pathetic attempt at another orgasm that leaves Simon dry as he copes with the feeling. When they’re both finally done, Simon feels Soap try to tug out and whimpers when the knot tugs painfully at his rim. He reaches down to encourage Soap to stay still but feels something in the way. Simon stupidly realizes it’s him, specifically his stomach which has a distinct bulge from his Johnny. He gives a whine when he looks at it and has to look away because his dick gives a weak twitch. “Johnny,” Simon rasps, his voice ruined from moans, “Look.”
Johnny pulls the pillow out of his mouth with a soft groan, then pets the little bulge. He giggles stupidly, laying back over Simon and licking all over his neck, “Precious.” He shivers, only not getting hard because he’s exhausted.
Simon groans, his cheeks warming at the nickname. “Just- make sure you pull out when you soften,” he knows he can’t deal with Soap laying on and in him all night since he does have things to do.
Soap smirks, “Should I? Or should I stay in? I’m goin’ ta be in this form a while yet, I always am durin’ heats.” He licks Simon’s jaw and then murmurs, “Keep ye full until ye have ta go back ta work… watch ye waddle around and ken that’s my doin’.”
Ghost whines softly, enticed by that idea more than he should be. “Fuck- if that’s what you want, you have to tell Price why I’m not showing up for work the next few days,” he wiggles a bit, feeling that Soap hasn’t even begun to soften up.
Soap laughs lightly, “I’m thinkin’ hard about it…” he rolls them over and lays Simon on his chest as gently as he can, closing his eyes with an awkward kiss to Simon’s forehead, “Yer duties arenae that important, right?”
Simon relaxes the best he can with Johnny still buried in him, “Mm, mostly paperwork I’ve been putting off, but a lot of it Gaz can do if need be.” That and he owes Price a sparring match after pissing the old man off…
When Johnny softens eventually, he sighs, pulling out gently. He cuddles around Simon eagerly, his tail starting to wag as he wiggles ever closer, “I love you.”
Simon sighs when he’s left to deal with sticky legs in the morning, but he sure as hell isn’t attempting to walk now and cuddles in. “I love you too,” he pets along the ridge of fur on Johnny’s spine, tilting his head up to kiss Johnny’s jaw.