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Mating season was difficult for all Alphas and Omegas on base. The building buzzed with possesive energy and sweetness of potential mates. Alphas were aggressive and territorial, relying on instincts of finding a suitable Omega partner.
That's why teams were mixed.
"That bloody heat is killing me..." Price grunted. His round bear ears twitched with irritation when his hairy arm reached for a cup of coffee from machine. "Where's Kyle...?" His hand instinctively rubbed claiming mark on his neck.
"He should be here already..." Soap grumbled with heavy-lidded eyes, subtly rubbing his crotch against cushion, trying to somehow ease the need. His sweet scent lingered in the air like a drug. Potent and alluring. Nothing surprising, considering that Soap was young and unmated Omega.
He let out a displeased grunt and glared towards Ghost, sprawled on couch in corner of rec room. His head was thrown back in exhaustion, his breathing shallow and hard, making him sound like he was about to murder someone. Tip of his black panther tail twitched impatiently.
Soap couldn't ignore that musky scent and obvious bulge in Lieutenant's pants. Both of their hips were twitching pathetically against nothing.
Soap's floppy dog ears suddenly pinned against his skull as someone stormed into rec room.
"I'm sorry!" Gaz apologized, running with concern towards grumpy Price. His pointy coyote ears were pinned down and tail fur puffed from worry.
"You're late!" Price grumbled annoyed, sipping his coffee and shifting weight from one leg to another.
"Couldn't get here sooner, but I'm here, honey!" Gaz said sweetly and smooched irritated Omega's bearded cheek. "Come on, let's take care of that big, grumpy bear, shall we?" He cooed, knowing exactly what an Omega in heat needed to cheer up.
"Bloody menace..." Price grumbled, but followed Gaz outside, leaving rest of the team behind them.
Soap's ears and blue eyes followed their movements until they both disappeared behind closed doors.
"Lucky bastard..." He muttered grumpily, glancing again at Ghost. He was an unmated Alpha and they were in the same team. They should be together. But no. Ghost, the broody bastard, preferred to suffer alone, leaving Soap a needy mess as well.
His curled tail wagged nonetheless, patting backrest of couch softly, breaking tense silence in the room. He was still a pup, thorough and thorough.
"Ghostie..?" Soap began carefully, glancing up at panther with pleading eyes.
"No." Ghost rumbled sternly. His silky, black fur bristled, suspecting where this question headed.
"But-" Soap began to argue, but his voice got caught in his throat as Ghost rose his head and let out a low, warning growl, staring at dog hybrid with dangerously narrowed slit pupils.
"I said NO." He repeated, forcing himself to ease tense muscles and dropping head back onto backrest.
"Why not?!" John spat out, baring his sharp canines in defiance. He had enough of this enigmatic indifference. "We're in the same team! We're supposed to-!"
"Johnny, for fuck's sake..." Ghost growled, running a hand over his masked face.
"What? Why? Tell me. Am I not worthy? Am I not pretty enough cause I'm a male Omega??" Soap rumbled with irritation and his scent turned sour. Even his hyperactive, curly tail stopped wagging for once.
Ghost's nostrils immediately caught the change. His body turned rigid, warring with his instincts to stay seated. After all it was in his nature to soothe agitated Omegas. To protect and provide comfort.
"Stop talking like that!" Panther growled. "You know it's not true!" Soap could practically hear his teeth gritting from frustration. "You know you're not the problem here! I am the bloody problem!!"
John wanted to argue, but before he could open his mouth, he met Simon's slither pupils again.
"Why won't you just go and find some nice, young Alpha? Why you clinge to me so much??" His voice was raspy and meant to scare Soap away, but apparently it worked the other way around. Dog blushed and puffed his cheeks in defiant pout.
"Because I care about you! You selfish bastard!" He shouted. "We went through hell and back! Is it so hard to guess that I just, I don't know..." He gestured dramatically. "Maybe I just trust you or something??"
"Well too bad, cause you trusted the worse possible Alpha to take care of your needy ass!" Ghost's sharp claws dug into armrest, ripping the leather.
Soap pouted again. His tail curled to tuck underneath his thigh and floppy ears turned backwards in shame. Was he really this needy to end up being annoying?
He just craved some closeness and intimacy. Someone who could scent his nest and cuddle. Maybe knot him too, but all Omegas on base were on mandatory birth control anyway, so what was the big deal??
"What is your problem Ghost...?" John grumbled, twitching his ears in annoyance.
"You are my problem..." Simon muttered, pinching bridge of his nose.
"Oh yeah? You bet!" Soap taunted and abruptly stood up from the couch, approaching Lieutenant with heavy steps and bared teeth.
"Johnny what-?" Ghost began, but his breath hitched and he almost choked on his own saliva as dog roughly plopped his fatass onto bulge in panther's pants. "Bloody 'ell!!" He growled with wide eyes. His sharp claws scratched the couch leather further, making the stuffing come out.
"I'm done with yer bullshit Simon. You gonna listen to me now." Dog shifted in panther's lap, essentially grinding their hips together. Ghost panted so heavily that his balaclava was raising and dropping with each breath. "I am running hot for days! Suffering the cramps, shivers and sweating. And you act like a bloody martyr, despite having a dripping and desperate hole, practically begging to be used but you still hold back! What is wrong with you?!"
"You don't understand Johnny..." Ghost whimpered, clearly on edge, trying so bad to hold himself together.
"Then explain yerself!" Dog shouted, sick and tired of this situation.
"I'm gonna hurt you..." Panther whispered, suddenly sounding all vulnerable.
"What the fuck are ye talking about Ghost? Spit it!" John insisted, already out of his patience.
"Johnny please-" Ghost said with pleading gaze, shifting unconsciously underneath dog's heavy weight. "I can't-"
"I'm done asking and waiting, Simon. I'm taking and ye cannae bloody stop me!" Dog rumbled aggressively and out of his last bit of patience began to undo Ghost's pants.
"No... Please don't... You're gonna regret it..." Panther whimpered, digging his claws into leather, desperately searching for any form of grounding to keep his restraint.
"Yer gonna regret if ye don't shut up." Soap grumbled, finally getting his paws on the other hybrid's underwear. A small stain of precum was blooming on dark grey fabric. "I just need yer cock, ye eejit, what's the big-!?" He paused, when Ghost's waistband got tugged down, revealing rock-hard and throbbing dick covered in... prickles? "...deal...?" He finished sentence, kinda dumbfounded with that revelation. His floppy dog ears twitched with curiosity.
"Johnny... For fuck's sake..." Panther breathed out, shaking with effort to stay still. "I already told you that felines don't mate with canines... I don't even have knot to satisfy your needs..."
"But you do have these..." Soap murmured, tracing few surprisingly soft spikes with tip of his finger which made panther to tense and groan with restraint. His long tail writhed and swirled along his stuttering hips.
"Yes..." Ghost confirmed with short nod. His ears twitched. "These are used to trigger feline Omega's heat... They don't have regular cycles like you do..."
"Lucky bastards..." John mumbled, tracing his fingers up to leaking tip and rubbing precum all over Ghost's glans with slow circles. "You think I could take it...?"
Lieutenant's masked, wide-eyed head jerked up towards Soap's face to determine if he was serious. "Johnny, no. That's dangerous. It's gonna hurt like hell." He said sternly. But John didn't listen anymore, wondering how it would feel like to be impaled on such barbed dick scrapping his insides. His face blushed even more with raising heat as he reached to tug his shorts and underwear down, dropping them carelessly onto the floor.
"Johnny...? W-what are you...?" Ghost stuttered, watching with rising terror as dog hybrid placed one knee on his thigh to spread before him. Strong and sweet smell of Omega in heat filled the room.
"L.t., please... Look at me..." Soap whimpered pathetically, using two clawed fingers to spread his soaked folds. He was, indeed, dripping hard. Slick was rolling down his thick inner thighs with teasing slowness, like it was mocking Simon to claim it without any second thoughts or doubts.
"Bloody hell, pup..." Ghost rumbled, panting heavily. "You're desperate..."
"That I am..." Dog confirmed, with his ears slightly back. His fluffy tail tingled Simon's shin from how it tried to tuck between legs in embarrassment.
"Alright... But if you feel uncomfortable, you tell me immediately, understood?" Panther finally relented, unable to keep his desires at bay with such a beautiful cunt in front of his eyes.
"Deal." Soap said shortly and settled over Ghost's lap, kneeling on both sides of his hips. For a split of a second when John's heat brushed his tip, Simon had to quiet the urge to just grab that cheeky Scotsman and stuff him full on the spot with guttural growl.
"Alright..." Panther's voice was raspy. He reached behind Soap's ass to dip two thick fingers into sweetness of that pretty pussy. John yelped and shook, hiding his face in crook on Lieutenant's neck. "That responsive already...? You sure you won't be satisfied with fingering? Would be safer..."
"No." Soap said with his usual stubbornness and mentally braced himself for more.
"Whatever you need, darling..." Ghost slipped up a pet name and to cover it somehow, twisted his fingers to gain a needy moan in response. Soap noticed that crack in his stern walls, but chose to stay put. He didn't want Simon to change his mind right now. Panther withdrew fingers and rubbed his shaft, successfully coating it in thin layer of Omega's natural lube. Thick, slimy and smelling like a sin itself. "Last chance to back up..." He muttered, but his shaky hands betrayed how much he wanted it too.
"Please... Alpha..." Johnny whimpered into Ghost's skin.
"Bloody pups in heat, always so eager to fuck..." Simon grumbled to hide how much this whimpery prise affected him and guided his tip to press it to Soap's dripping hole. "Deep breath... And sit." He ordered.
John felt sudden impulse in his brain at command and lowered himself onto Ghost's thick dick, starting to whimper and whine halfway.
"You're good... Doing great... Fuck- Hah- You feel amazing..." Simon praised him further as he worked hard to take whole length. "Good pup... Just don't-" He got interrupted with sudden yelp and immediately grabbed dog's hips to steady him. "-don't pull up... You bampot..."
"S-sorry..." Soap whimpered. His floppy ears turned back with apology. "It's difficult to just take it all at once..."
"'S not even that big. What are you talking about?" Ghost grumbled and tilted his head, making his round ears to twitch with the movement. "Are you trying to tell me you're a-??" Soap suddenly became beet red at the indication of his intimate life... or lack of it in that case. "Steamin' Jesus... And you thought it would be a great idea to shag a feline...?"
"I only want you... Nobody else..." Johnny whimpered pathetically, desperately trying to loose his tense muscles.
Simon sighed. "You're hopeless... But we're already halfway there and I can't see you changing your mind, hm?"
"I'll be fine, L.t. Just give me a minute..." Johnny began wriggling slightly to make his way down. Momentary discomfort from spikes let him produce more slick, making it easier to slide in.
Ghost grunted, lightly squeezing dog's hips to coax him lower. He noticed how slippery he became. "Does that turn you on, mutt...?" He murmured.
"I don't know... It just happens..." Johnny whimpered back, blushing even more at being degraded to mutt. His tail swayed shyly nonetheless. "Can't help it..."
"I see..." Ghost murmured almost inaudibly and gently craddled Scotsman to his chest, grabbing back of his mohawk and lightly pressing his forehead against his own shoulder. "Lemme guide you, pup..." He purred seductively, tracing his free hand down Soap's spine and squished tanned buttcheek in big, calloused hand. Johnny's breath hitched when his folds stretched a bit from the pull, but he stayed put, trusting his teammate with his life. "Good puppy... Let me know if it's too much..." Ghost murmured into dog's floppy ear and pulled almost all the way out, scrapping Soap's plushy insides. Johnny whimpered, shivering a bit.
"I'm okay... I'm okay..." Scotsman whispered like a mantra into Brit's skin. He could feel his legs shaking from overwhelming sensations. Pain mixing with pleasure into heady mixture that divided his heat-induced brain into two. One half screaming to escape and run away, other to stay, feel and enjoy. Mixed feelings tugged at his racing heart. His claws found purchase on Simon's arm and chest, scratching pale skin, drawing blood.
Ghost just grunted softly, ignoring stinging pain. His hand in Soap's hair flexed, massaging his scalp to help him relax. "It's okay... I've got you... Such a good pup..." Panther murmured, licking floppy ear soothingly. His hand on Soap's ass guided him back down, hitting bottom of his cervix, drawing a needy moan from his Sergeant.
"Yes... Yes please..." Johnny whimpered desperately, slowly getting used to spiky barbs, catching his sensitive insides with each withdrawal.
"You sound like you need to stop..." Ghost said with pang of worry.
"No! I don't want to stop!" Soap shouted, panting heavily, yanking his head from grip to look up into those slither pupils. "I just need a distraction... Kiss me... Please..."
Simon grunted, but tugged his mask up to bridge of nose, revealing scarred lips, chin and cheeks. His hand reached to grasp back of Johnny's mohawk again, making sure he wouldn't be able to escape this time and without hesitation leaned over to seal their lips in heated kiss. His other hand guided sergeant's ass up and down in rhythm. Soon enough Soap's muscles loosened, indicating that he got used to this level of pain.
Ghost broke the kiss, still guiding their hips together. A string of saliva lazily connected their lips before he chuckled darkly. "Was that your first kiss as well?"
"Fuck off..." Soap huffed, out of his breath. "I'm not that pure, I kissed before..."
"That's a bummer..." Ghost hummed thoughtfully. "It was a good feeling to know I was first at something..."
"Eejit." Johnny scoffed with wide grin. "But you still get to rub that irritating itch of mine." He didn't noticed that he got so distracted that scratching didn't even bothered him as much anymore. More so, it was adding another layer of sensation to his heated body and his fluffy tail was wagging again.
Ghost however caught that and began pushing his hips up in rhythm with Soap's ass dropping and lifting. His puffy pussy kissing panther's blonde pubes more often than before.
Simon's long panther tail curled and writhed from satisfaction. Oh, how long it was since he could dip his cursed dick into something better than silicone. Every Omega with even a bit of common sense avoided feline Alphas and Ghost had to suffer his ruts alone.
Until that day...
Heavenly feeling of that tight, wet heat wrapped around him like a vice made his eyes to roll back.
"Dear Lord... You're like a proper Omega dream, Sergeant..." Alpha rumbled hazily.
"Can't complain too, Lt..." Soap said breathlessly, getting a bit tired of jumping on Simon's lap, but keeping it up nonetheless like it was a morning drill. Too stubborn to let go, too blissed out to stop.
Ghost grunted at that and tightened his grip on dog hybrid, abruptly lifting him up and dropping his heated body onto couch they were sitting on. Sergeant yelped at rough treatment, but his tail kept wagging as he watched his Lieutenant slotting between his thick thighs.
"Deep breath, Johnny..." And without any other warning that spiky meat sunk back into plushy insides, filling them to the brim and gaining a needy whimper from Omega. "'S tha' what you wanted, pup?"
"I need you to breed me, Lt..." Dog whimpered pathetically, letting his primal instincts loose and his Omega brain to guide him.
"That I can do." Ghost said gruffly and leaned over for leverage. He started slow, keeping in mind Johnny's safety. His Alpha brain was so done with being careful and just wanted to ruin that soft cunt on the spot. It was tugging at last bits of consciousness, begging Simon to stop goofing around and just ram into that tight hole. His mind was filled with images of Soap begging, crying and trying to run away. Just the thought made his saliva drop onto Omega's chest. "I need to be rougher with you tho..." Ghost added, knowing that he won't be able to finish without it. "Or just try to be a bit dramatic, I don't care..." He murmured, placing poor Sergeant's shaky legs on his own shoulders, essentially folding him like a glowstick and surging forward with feral growl.
Soap sucked in a sudden, surprised breath as Ghost hit home in rougher manner, but still not enough to really hurt him. His pace was fast, almost punishing in its intensity. But Soap could pick up that bit of restraint that Alpha kept in back of his mind. They worked together long enough for Johnny to understand what panther needed.
He needed it rough.
"Ah! 'M not made of glass, Si... Hah! Ah! Do what you want with me... Please! I just need you to fill me up!" Soap whimpered, crossing his legs behind Ghost's neck. His symptoms were tiring him out, demanding to fill out his natural purpose of carrying offspring. Even though he was on strong suppressants and birth control his mind was hazy, picturing himself round with Ghost's cubs.
Oh, how wonderful would that be... Just laying there, getting fat for your Alpha... And presenting every evening to satisfy his needs... Carrying his scent... His heir...
Soap drowned so much in his imagination that didn't even notice that he screamed "Breed me! Put a fucking pup in me! I need to be stuffed fat with yer kids!" which just encouraged Simon to pick up the pace, scrapping plushy insides and letting his saliva drip lazily onto dog's neck. His pants were short and hot on Scot's tanned skin, drawing some guttural growls, grunts and groans. His hazy gaze was locked firmly on pink, swollen scent gland. Mouth watering at just the sight.
Just a bit... Just one, little bite...
Ghost's instincts pulled him forward to run his canines over sensitive skin. Just barely catching. But even that little contact made heated Omega to release more of alluring pheromones. Grunt that escaped panther's throat was desperate.
"I want you... And only you..." Johnny whimpered, instinctively presenting his neck.
That was too much for Ghost. He sank his aching canines into tender skin, drawing sweet blood. Holding writhing Sergeant in his arms like predator keeps prey that he just caught.
"Hurts... Hurts..." Soap wailed, trying to escape piercing pain, but it was too late to stop. His insides squeezed panther's dick tightly.
Ghost's jaws kept Dog's neck in iron grip, while his hips began to stutter, indicating his impeding peak. Unable to speak with his teeth stuck in warm scent gland panther just grunted in warning, before pushing home one last time.
Ropes of thick, warm come filled Johnny's insides. Both men panted heavily as Alpha's heavy balls contents got planted where they meant to be. Inside of that sweet, plushy Omega womb. Right where they supposed to settle and conceive.
Lieutenant gently pulled out, being careful not to scrap dog hybrid too much. Soap yelped slightly at the tug. Stream of panther's come escaped his battered hole.
"You alright there, pup...?" Ghost rumbled, finally releasing Soap from his jaws and lapping at claiming bite mark to soothe it.
"I'm fine..." Johnny mumbled hazily. His temperature slowly began to drop and his cramps disappeared completely. "Better than ever actually..." He added, as the stinging pain of bite faded away, replaced by euphoric feeling of their fresh bond forming.
Simon purred softly, moving from Omega's scent gland to jaw, cheek and floppy ear, licking him clean in loving gesture. At least that was what his instincts insisted to do. To keep his new lover clean, safe and satisfied. His content purr was rumbling through wide chest as he felt Soap's salty skin on his tongue.
Johnny's curly tail tapped happily against couch, letting Ghost lick his face clean, only wincing slightly when his tongue got a bit too close to his eye.
"Feels amazing..." Soap murmured, causing panther to pause with tip of his tongue stuck between lips for a short while. Then he blinked slowly and caught Omega's hazy blue gaze.
"My tongue...?" He asked, a bit taken aback.
"No, you eejit. Tho I must admit... it feels nice." Soap chuckled softly. "I meant the bond."
Ghost's fluffy ears pricked up. He could feel it too. Subtle, warm shivers tingled back of his neck. His long tail twitched against Sergeant's leg. "I guess so..." He murmured, unfamiliar with such pleasurable feeling, trying to wrap his head around it.
Soap licked a happy, wet stripe along Ghost's cheek, seeing him sulk over their bond. Alpha startled a bit, looking down at content Omega.
"I love it. And you as well." Johnny hummed with warm smile.
"You love me...?" Panther asked with surprise.
Dog nodded fast enough for his floppy ears to bounce adorably. "I'd love to bear your pups if they let me..." He mumbled, cursing his mandatory birth control inwardly.
Ghost purred deeply with pure Alpha satisfaction. How could he deny himself such an Omega dream for so long.
"I recon I should build you a nest in my quarters now, hmm...?" He hummed. His scarred lips twitched in half smile at Johnny's eagerness.
"I mean... If you want..." Soap murmured as his cheeks turned pink.
"There's nothing I want more right now. Well, aside from putting pups in you, pretty boy..." Ghost purred seductively, nipping Sergeant's neck.
"Oh you..." Johnny chuckled softly.
"Come on." Simon murmured, picking up their clothes. "Let's build you a prettiest fuckin' nest you ever saw."