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Ghost had assumed Johnny was far from innocent when they first met. The Omega is a notorious flirt and loves to see people fall over themselves as he lays the charm on thick. Though the closer the two of them get the less Johnny dares to even think about using that charm on anyone but Ghost.
Ghost never needs to tell Johnny to stop with his flirty antics. That bloodshed night on the streets of Las Almas had just cemented what they both already knew.
Johnny belongs to Ghost.
But when they finally put rank aside, and tumble into bed together after a few too many drinks, Ghost is shocked. And there’s certainly not much that does that any more.
But Johnny being a virgin certainly does it.
The poor Omega’s voice is shaking as he gives his admission, the scent of distress pouring off him in waves.
“It’s not. I didn’t plan it like this. I tried, but no one ever treated me right. And I didn’t want to regret it.”
Ghost pulls Soap into his lap, has to hold himself back from bucking up as Johnny’s already soaked cunt rubs against Ghost’s aching cock. The soft material of their sweats leaving only millimetres of fabric between them.
He hadn’t even thought about it before, but knowing he would be his boy's first was just wonderful. No one else had ever seen him like this, and Ghost is going to make sure that they never do.
“Baby, shh. Calm down, it’s alright.” He cups Johnny’s face, tilting it so he can look into his eyes, shining with unshed tears. “Better than alright. I’m honoured to be your first, gonna make you feel so good, Johnny.”
Using the hand on Johnny’s hip he encourages him to shift his body down. Both of them let out moans in unison as they start to feel the friction they finally need.
“Wait! Simon I-” Johnny’s voice drops off into another moan, and he sets his hand-over Ghost’s silently asking him to stop. “I want to, I do. But maybe not sex tonight? Can we work up to it?”
Ghost pulls Johnny’s body back down against his, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss before he responds. He doesn’t want to wait, of course, he doesn’t. Can already feel Johnny’s slick leaving the cotton a sopping mess between them.
But he’s been through worse. And he knows it will be worth it when he finally gets to sink inside that tight, wet, heat.
“Course Johnny, however long you need, yeah?” He continues moving Johnny’s hips so they’re grinding against each other. Fabric so soaked that he can feel Johnny’s folds slide apart as his cock slots between them. “Just this is great, just need you, sweetheart.”
Johnny starts to grow frantic as Ghost drops his head down to mouth at his mating gland. Tilting his head to give more room and letting out the sweetest little whine when Ghost’s teeth graze against it. Not hard enough to leave a mark, not yet, just enough to give a promise of what’s to come.
The scent of a forest stream on a sunny day engulfs him, so sweet to his nose as he chuffs against Johnny’s neck. Inhaling as much of his boy’s smell as he can. Can feel his own scent of petrichor blooming the more it sinks into his lungs. The air around them melding into a perfect storm as they rut against each other.
When he gives a gentle suck against the engorged flesh of Johnny’s gland his boy shudders against him.
“Oh, fuck.” Johnny sounds so good like this, whining like the perfect little Omega he is.
Ghost keeps sucking at his gland feeling as it grows plump against his tongue and that has his hands sinking further into the muscle of Johnny’s thighs as he encourages him to keep moving. He only pulls his mouth away from the skin when it’s a mottled purple, a temporary claim to keep others away until he can leave one in permanence.
“Simon, I’m close.”
“Yeah go on sweetheart let go, cum for me.”
A few more shifts of their hips and Johnny is cumming above him. Throwing his head back and groaning as his eyes roll into his head. And it’s the most beautiful sight Ghost has ever seen. A perfect preview of how good Johnny is going to look falling apart on his cock.
Their trousers are filthy, drenched in Johnny’s slick, and Ghost doesn’t let up. So close himself the wet fabric and tease of Johnny’s cunt against his length feels incredible.
He ruts a few more times pressing up against Johnny’s folds, and then he’s following Johnny over the edge, cum spilling inside his sweats and soaking them even further.
He drags Johnny down into a kiss, licking his way around his mouth as they both come down. Delighting when he feels the rumble of a purr in Johnny’s chest. Preening at the idea that he’s satisfied his boy so well, without even undressing him.
“Such a good boy for me Johnny.” He presses another kiss to his boy's mouth. “Come on we’re filthy, let's get cleaned up.”
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Ghost is surprised at himself, not only that he’s willing to move at the glacial pace Johnny has set for them. But with how possessive he’s grown over his boy.
He knows all about his Alpha instincts and knows that a certain amount of possession over Johnny would be normal.
But he’s become completely obsessed, didn’t even think it was possible with how captivated he had already been. But he finds himself snarling anytime someone dares to stand too close to his Omega. Can’t stop himself from rubbing himself against Johnny any chance he gets, needs to make sure that everyone can smell him all over his boy.
And it doesn’t help that Johnny is so fucking reckless.
They’re in the med bay, again.
Johnny had gone against his orders and doubled back to get a fellow soldier out of a tight spot. A tight spot that the other man was fully capable of getting himself out of. But Johnny just couldn’t help himself, had to play the hero. Not that he even sees it that way. In Johnny’s mind, it’s the done thing. Never leave a man behind.
He doesn’t even have the decency to act ashamed as Ghost stares him down from the corner of the room. The Beta doctor working on the stitches on Johnny’s arm is clearly uncomfortable with the anger that’s radiating off of Ghost. But Ghost is too far gone right now to make any attempt to hold the acrid scent of anger back as it pours out of him.
At least when the doctor scurries out of the room Johnny ducks his head as he walks towards him, and the show of submission helps some. But not enough.
“You would have done the same. L.T.”
Johnny rubs his cheek against Ghost’s chest, letting out a quiet whimper when he doesn’t get a response.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, sir.”
Ghost tugs on Johnny’s mohawk, pulling at his hair until he can look into his boy's eyes.
“You ever pull a stunt like that again, and I’ll have you over my knee in front of the whole base.”
He yanks his mask above his nose, flipping them to press Johnny against the wall as he claims his mouth. He’s being too rough, he knows he is, but he can’t stop. Scared doesn’t cover it, he was fucking terrified. And it’s not an emotion he wants to feel again.
When he pulls away Johnny’s pupils are blown, and he’s purring loud enough that it echoes around the room.
“With me, Johnny.”
He wanted to fuck Johnny and claim him that night, but he was good enough to still wait. At least he gets to make Johnny fall apart on his tongue enough times that he almost passes out, hardly able to move as Ghost gets himself off above him. He plans to wait until Johnny’s first time to put his mating bite on him, but he feels needling under his skin as he looked down at his bare neck. Though the sight of his cum coating his skin, the scent of it sinking into Johnny’s has to be enough to calm the wild animal within him for now.
But as he looks down at Johnny’s sleeping face he realises even a bond won’t be enough. He needs something more, needs to find a way to not only tie them to each other but to keep him safe. An excuse to pull him from the dangerous line of work his pretty little Omega is so in love with.
He runs a finger softly against Johnny’s cheek and his mind is made up.
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“I think you should stop taking your suppressants baby.”
Johnny stills in bed next to him, before shifting in Ghost's arms to turn around and face him. Even with the frown marring his face he looks so beautiful. And it just solidifies in Ghost's mind exactly why he has to do this.
“Why though?”
Confusion is clear in his voice, but Ghost knows how little Johnny knows about these things. It will be all too easy to convince him this is for the best.
Johnny had told Ghost all about his catholic upbringing, how they had kept him in the dark about anything that could possibly be seen as birth control. In their eyes, an Omega was here for one reason, and they had already been trying to force him into a bond before he had even turned sixteen. The military ended up being Johnny’s only escape. The only reason Johnny’s on the suppressants in the first place, old-fashioned rules still in place about Omegas and the risk of pregnancy. Ghost is also aware that Johnny's upbringing is probably partly to blame for why he’s wanted to wait so long. Though they had done everything but fuck at this point, it must be hard to shuck off everything you were taught was true from birth.
And for the first time in his career Ghost is glad that they’re due to go on leave next month.
“Well, it’s in the name, isn’t it? Suppresses your natural instincts. Think it would be easier for your first time if you didn’t have that interfering.”
They had already planned for Johnny’s first time, as desperate as Ghost is to fuck his boy, Johnny had admitted he would feel much more comfortable if they could do it in his own bed. And the loving partner Ghost is he had agreed, Johnny doesn’t need to know that it works into Ghost’s plans perfectly.
The little crease between Johnny’s eyebrows deepens as he thinks. But when he looks back up into Ghost's eyes there’s nothing there but pure and undying trust.
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Johnny leans forward to nuzzle against Ghost’s neck and presses a soft kiss to his scent gland. “You’re so good to me Simon.”
Guilt churns in his stomach, but it’s all too easy to push it aside. This is for the best, he can’t risk losing Johnny now he’s got him.
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They’re both exhausted the night they arrive at Soap’s flat in Glasgow, Ghost had elected to drive them there rather than getting the train. He’s not sure Johnny has picked up on it yet, but his smell has started to sweeten, the first signs of a pre-heat coming on. The idea of being packed into a train surrounded by too many strangers, risking them knowing that his boy is growing ripe and ready to be bred is too much for Ghost. The long drive was worth it, the closer they got to Soap’s home the more excited Johnny had become. Pointing out the sights to Ghost like an eager young pup, not so subtly looking to Ghost to watch for his reaction.
They’d fallen straight into bed that night, Soap clinging to him like a barnacle as he drifted off in Ghost’s arms. And when he awakes in the morning it’s to the sweetest sight, Johnny has clearly grown needy in his sleep, and he’s rutting gently against Ghost’s thigh. Slick already pouring out of him and soaking through his boxers enough that it’s coating Ghost’s skin.
He pushes his leg further between Soap’s thighs, leaning down to chuff against his scent gland as Johnny lets out a soft whimper in his sleep. Ghost wonders if he can get Johnny off like this, his is cock already hard and leaking pre-cum, and he has to remind himself that waking Johnny up by burying his cock in him will have to wait for another time.
Johnny smells so good, like a breeze through an orchard as his scent sweetens. It can’t be long until his heat hits him fully. Ghost runs a palm along the small of Johnny’s back pressing him gently against his leg as his rutting grows in pace, a sleepy confused sound falling from his throat as he starts to wake from his sleep.
“Just like that sweetheart, take what you need.”
A shudder runs through Johnny’s body, and he groans as he cums against Ghost’s leg, still barely awake as his eyes blink open and look up at him. Hazy with sleep and Ghost doesn’t think before he flips them so he’s hovering over Johnny lying on his back. Pulls both of their boxers down and spreads Johnny's legs so he can run his own hard and leaking cock through his folds.
Pulling his foreskin back as he rubs the head of his dick against Johnny’s little one, jerking himself off as he frots against Johnny. He’s so wet that Ghost’s cock is slick already and Johnny’s hips are pressing up against him desperately, pushing his clit against Ghost’s dick. Ghost cums with a grunt, ropes of spend coating Johnny’s pussy and dripping down onto the bed below them. He runs a hand through it and slips a finger inside Johnny’s slit, using his thumb to rub against Johnny’s cock until he’s pulsing around his finger and cumming again with a moan.
Pressing a gentle kiss to Johnny’s mouth he rearranges them, so Johnny can burrow down into his chest. They haven’t got any plans for the day yet, but tonight is finally the night that can make Johnny his.
As incredible as it would be for Ghost to take Johnny for the first time in the throes of his heat, he's trying to be as good of a man as he can for his boy. Plus he wants Johnny to be cognisant and clear-headed enough to remember the feeling of Ghost taking him apart fully for the first time.
They spend the day out in town, Johnny excited to show Ghost around some of the sights in the area. After dinner, Ghost runs a bath for Johnny, taking his time running a cloth over his skin to clean him as wide blue eyes look up at him adoringly. Johnny is content and purring up a storm when he asks Ghost to join him in the tub, he gives a half-hearted refusal before climbing in behind his boy. Barely big enough to fit two grown men in their prime, but still he luxuriates in the feel of Johnny’s wet body against his own as he pulls them flush against one another.
Fingers trail across flushed skin to follow the lines of water as they drip down Johnny’s chest. Eventually grazing over one of his nipples softly as Ghost presses wet kisses along Johnny’s neck. Ghost smiles against his skin as he hears the small moan the motion pulls from Johnny’s lips.
“Simon.”
Ghost hums as his fingers continue their path along Johnny’s skin, dragging down over his tummy until they’re just grazing through the curls of the hair growing on his mound. Teeth grazing against Johnny’s swollen mating gland as his boy squirms against him. The lavender of the soap Ghost had lathered over Johnny’s body mixes so well with his natural scent, the forest spring he usually smells like blooming with the flowers, the sweetness of it growing with his impending heat.
“Simon.”
“Hmm. What is it, sweetheart?”
He slips one finger between the lips of Johnny’s cunt before he can answer, holding back a chuckle when all he gets in response to his question is a moan. Johnny’s already so wet, wound up from such a small amount of teasing.
“Please, Sir.”
“Mmm, please what baby? Use your words.”
The water sloshes around them as Johnny wriggles against him, and one of his hands comes around Ghost’s wrist in a grip tight enough to bruise. Ghost pulls himself away from where he’s been sucking kisses into Johnny’s neck to look at him. His boy has a determined look on his face, eyebrows scrunched together as he stares Ghost down.
“Please fuck me, Sir. I’m ready.”
If Ghost wasn’t already hard enough for his cock to be pressing into Johnny’s back, then he’s sure all the blood in his body would be rushing south. The hand currently lying over Johnny’s stomach presses in as he leans forward to claim Johnny’s mouth the best he can given the angle. Biting into his bottom lip and catching it with one of his fangs as he pulls away. The sight of blood dripping down Johnny’s chin only fuels the fire burning in his chest and gut as he swipes his tongue over the liquid to clean it away.
It’s not long until he has Johnny splayed out beneath him on the bed, three fingers already sunk deep into his cunt to work him open. Ghost ducks down to suck one of Johnny’s rosy nipples into his mouth, before licking a stripe down his chest and stomach and settling himself between Johnny’s thighs.
His boy looks positively fucked out already, and he’s only cum once. When Ghost sucks his little cock into his mouth, he has to press his free hand down onto Johnny’s tummy to keep him from bucking his face away.
“Fuuck, Simon please don’t stop.”
As if anything but death could drag Ghost away from the sweetness of his boy’s cunt, his slick better than the finest bourbon he’s ever tasted in his life as he feasts on it. He pulls his fingers free so he can dip his tongue into Johnny’s hole to taste him from the source. Forcing his tongue in as deep as he can go to lap at the wetness pooling there before moving back to suck on Johnny’s clit. Slipping two fingers into his slit and curling them as Johnny starts to shake, and his moans increase in pitch. Ghost flicks his tongue against Johnny’s clit as he pumps his fingers and lets out a satisfied growl against his boy's pussy when he feels the pulse of his hole around his fingers and a gush of wetness splash against his chin.
He continues his ministrations and only pulls away when Johnny starts to claw desperately at his shoulders, nails digging in harsh enough that Ghost hopes the marks will stay there for days.
Ghost settles himself above Johnny’s body again, hovering over him as he takes in the beauty of his boy below him. His face flushed a deep red and pretty blue eyes shining from pleasure and overstimulation. When he blinks blearily at him, a single tear falls down his face and Ghost can’t resist from leaning down to lap it off of his cheek.
His cock is resting against Johnny’s stomach, and he’s so turned on himself that precum is spilling out of his tip and smearing across his skin, clinging to the hair on Johnny’s torso. Ghost sinks back onto his knees so he can slide his cock through Johnny’s folds, so much slick pouring out of him that it glides easily, coating his length in moments.
“Ready Johnny? I promise it’ll only hurt for a moment.”
Johnny bites his lip but nods at him. Ghost grips his cock and starts to slowly push inside of Johnny’s wet heat. Johnny is wincing below him, and it's no surprise with how tight he still is around the head of his dick, even with the copious prep Ghost had given him. He runs a soothing hand up Johnny’s side as he continues to press forward.
“God Sir, you’re so fuckin’ big.”
“Not even halfway yet, Johnny. But you can take it, can’t you? Already doing so well for me.”
As usual, the praise goes straight to Johnny’s head, his cunt clenching around his length and body sinking somehow further down into the bed. Ghost uses the opportunity to bully the last of his cock inside and groans. The feeling is unlike any he’s ever experienced, not just because of how good it feels, but to know that he's the first, that he’ll be the only one to get to experience Johnny like this is a heady experience.
Johnny makes a small, pained whine beneath him, and he kisses his boy, holding himself back from moving for a moment is taking more strength than even Ghost thought he had. When his tongue slides across Johnny’s, and he hears the moan it pulls from him and feels his hips giving the slightest push back against Ghost’s he pulls his own back so he can slide back in. Leaning above Johnny on a forearm as his other hand sneaks down between them to rub against Johnny’s little cock as he increases his pace.
“Feels good right sweetheart? Taking me so well, fucking made for me weren’t you?”
Johnny chokes on a pleasured sob when Ghost gives a particularly harsh thrust of his hips.
“Yeah, Sir. Feels so good. Thank you, thank you.”
Johnny continues to babble as Ghost pumps his cock in and out of him. Ghost drags one of Johnny’s legs up and over his shoulder. The position forces his cock even deeper as his boy cries out. His hands claw against Ghost’s back and shoulders, painful little scratches only adding to the intense pleasure Ghost is already feeling.
Ghost can tell he’s close, his knot starting to swell, Johnny’s cunt so good around him, and he can’t wait to fill him up. Johnny isn’t in heat yet, but maybe this could be it, and Ghost can finally get his Omega good and bred. But he needs to feel him cum around his cock one last time first.
“Gonna cum for me again Johnny. Be a good boy and cum on my cock yeah?”
As if that's all it takes, a few seconds later and Johnny’s eyes are rolling back into his head as he cums. Drenching them both in slick as he squirts again, cunt pulsing and clenching almost painfully hard around Ghost’s length that he finds himself right on the edge.
Before he tips over he leans down to press a kiss against Johnny’s mating gland, and then finally does what he’s been needing to do all along and sinks his teeth into Johnny’s flesh. Groaning as their bond settles into place and his boy’s blood spills over his tongue while Johnny lets out a small moan under him.
With their bond in place, he gives one final thrust as deep as he can go into his boy's cunt, his knot forcing its way inside, and he’s spilling his spend inside him. Praying that it will find its way straight to Johnny’s womb and knock him up.
Ghost laps at the blood trickling from Johnny’s neck, and sets his leg back into place on the bed. It doesn’t take as long for his knot to deflate as he would like, Johnny not being in heat and Ghost not being in rut; it's only a few minutes before he can pull his softening cock out of his hole.
He reluctantly pulls away from the embrace Johnny seems determined to keep him in to grab a damp cloth from the bathroom, and when he comes back into the room he can feel a rare smile forming on his face at the sight of Johnny still sprawled out across the bed. Ghost cleans away the cum leaking from Johnny’s cunt and settles himself back into the bed and pulls Johnny in so he can wrap around his body from behind.
“Didn’t know you were going to claim me.”
Ghost frowns, Johnny doesn’t sound annoyed. But the idea that his claim over his Omega was ever in question has something stirring inside him.
“Course I did Johnny. You’re mine aren’t you?”
Johnny squirms in his arms, twisting around to face him and Ghost settles some when he sees the smile on his face.
“Not annoyed ya numpty. Just didn’t realise.”
It goes unspoken that Johnny had obviously been unsure about his place in Ghost’s life. He supposes he could do more to show him how much the boy means to him. But if Johnny doesn’t understand yet, after Ghost has claimed and bonded him, he will when they’re fully tied together. When Johnny is growing their pup inside him, and he has nowhere else he could possibly ever think to run to.
Johnny burrows his way into Ghost’s chest, the tips of his mohawk tickling Ghost’s nose as he presses a kiss to the top of Johnny’s head.
“Love you, Simon.”
The words choke and seize in Ghost’s throat, but he’s sure the way that he pulls Johnny even tighter into his embrace is enough.
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Ghost calls out for Johnny when he returns from the shop, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. He had elected to go alone much to Johnny’s chagrin this morning. Hadn’t wanted to go at all really, but they had nothing in the fridge to eat, and he knew when he woke up this morning that Johnny’s heat was only hours away from hitting him in full force.
When he doesn’t get a response back he makes his way to their bedroom and isn’t surprised to see what Johnny has been up to while he was gone. His boy looks so sweet, naked but for the layer of sweat on his skin, curled up in the middle of the nest he’s created. Ghost’s dirty clothes from the washing hamper and the sheets and pillows strewn about in organised chaos surrounding him. Ghost strips off and climbs onto the bed, immediately feeling arms wrap around him and dragging him on top of Johnny’s body.
“Look at you baby, such a good Omega, aren’t you? Made such a beautiful nest for us.” Ghost sucks at Johnny’s scent gland, the scent of his heat hanging like syrup in the air. “Gonna let me help you? Want my knot, yeah?”
Johnny lets out a whine but shakes his head. And Ghost tries not to let his annoyance show on his face.
“It’s too risky, don’t wanna get pregnant.”
Just the reminder that Johnny is ready to be bred. Body knowing what he needs even if Johnny himself doesn’t has his cock twitching against Johnny’s stomach, a spurt of pre-cum leaks out to coat his belly.
“It’s alright sweetheart, you only just stopped your suppressants. It’ll be fine. You trust me don’t you?”
The lie falls from his tongue as easily as breathing, and Ghost knows that his good boy would never think to question him.
Ghost is a bad man, he knows that. He knows that Johnny probably deserves so much better than him. But if hadn’t already made his mind up before, Johnny in heat beneath him would have done it.
“Okay yeah, fuck. It hurts, I need it please, Sir. Please.”
The scent of distress and arousal is flooding out of Johnny’s skin in a perfect cocktail of want. And when Ghost slips his hand between them to his cunt he’s not surprised to find that he’s completely soaked, his hole sucking two of Ghost’s fingers in like it’s nothing. Body begging for his Alpha to fill him with his cock and cum. Ghost reluctantly pulls his hand away, leaning up and off of Johnny’s body, ignoring the sad whine his boy lets out as he does.
“Up you get, on your hands and knees.” Johnny is quick to comply, pressing his chest to the bed and arching his back, pert arse and pussy on perfect display. “Just perfect baby, look so pretty presenting for me.”
He runs a soothing hand over the meat of Johnny’s arse as he sets himself behind him. Slotting the head of his cock against Johnny’s hole, sinking his hand into Johnny’s flesh to stop him from moving when he tries to push back against it. Desperate pants fall from his boy's mouth, and he can’t resist teasing him a bit. Sliding his cock away from his slit to rub through his folds, rubbing the head of his cock against Johnny’s swollen clit, the glide easy with how wet Johnny is.
“Please, Simon. Please, I can't wait any more.”
“Shh, I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
He drags his tip back to Johnny’s slit, and before he can beg any further he’s slipping inside. It feels as good as the first time, so hot and wet around him that he can’t be gentle like before. Sinking all the way inside in one harsh press. Revelling in the choked moan it drags out of Johnny, Ghost doesn’t give him any time to get used to the intrusion before he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts back inside.
Folding his own body over Johnny’s to cage him into the bed as he mouths at his gland. His mating bite still swollen and bruised from the night before. Johnny feels so small underneath him like this, and it's almost without conscious thought that he finds his hand pressing onto Johnny’s stomach. Directly over his womb, images of his boy round and swollen with his pup spurring him on to fuck into him even harder.
“Fuuck, you feel so good, Johnny. Taking me so well.” He presses his hand harder into the softness of Johnny’s tummy as if he can force his body to do what he so desperately needs. To make sure that it takes.
Johnny’s mouth is open and slack, cheek pressed into the sheets below him as drool runs down his chin. Staring up at him with hazy eyes, panting moans and whines all he seems capable of, his poor boy too fucked out to speak.
The squelch of his pussy is loud in the room and Ghost grunts as he slips a hand down to Johnny’s engorged little cock, the clench of his cunt around his cock almost painful as Johnny cums with the barest amount of friction. Ghost doesn’t let up, keeps rubbing harsh circles on his clit as his cock saws in and out at a bruising pace, the first hint of knot starting to form, and it catches ever so slightly on the rim of Johnny’s cunt. And when Johnny cums again wetness gushes out of him, soaking Ghost’s hand and the sheets below them.
“Fuckin’ perfect Johnny. Gonna fill you up, leave you dripping my cum until there's no way it can’t take.”
“Yeah, yeah. I need it, Sir, please. Need to be bred.”
The full brunt of Johnny’s heat has hit him now he’s got his Alpha fucking into him. Moments away from filling him up and knotting him. And Ghost knows that his earlier talk of not wanting to get pregnant was genuine. But hearing his boy begging for Ghost to knock him, to fill up with pups just shows what he really wants deep down. Omega instincts Johnny has tried so hard to push away rising to the forefront of his mind now he’s in heat with a virile Alpha ready to breed him like nature intended.
Ghost continues to fuck into Johnny as hard as he can, and then sinks his teeth back into Johnny’s mating bite. As if that could somehow bind them even further to each other. Just a few last harsh thrusts and Ghost’s knot pops into place inside Johnny’s tight pussy as he empties himself so deep that there's no way it can’t take. And it's just another sign that Johnny knows what he really needs when he cums again as soon as Ghost’s knot is inside him, arms giving up and collapsing down onto the bed as his body shakes with the force of his orgasm.
Johnny lets out a whine and pushes his hips back against Ghosts which only serves in another spurt of cum releasing inside of him. Ghost rearranges them so they’re both lying down on the bed with Johnny’s back to his. One big hand still resting possessively over Johnny’s womb. With Johnny in the full throes of his heat, his body will react as it should, and it will take a good while for his knot to deflate. Needing to stay plugging his boy so that his cum can stay locked inside and nature can take its course and leave his boy well-bred.
He can’t help but still rut softly into Johnny, his cunt still clenching down so tightly onto his knot that it feels like pure heaven. And that seems to satisfy what Johnny had been trying to ask for earlier, moans and whimpers slipping from his throat as he reaches down to play with himself as Ghost moves. Cumming again around Ghost’s knot in no time.
“So good for me Johnny. So perfect, gonna look so pretty full of our pups.”
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Ghost works Johnny through his heat, could almost believe his rut has hit him with how often he takes his boy. The need to fill and breed Johnny overtaking him, and he fucks Johnny until it's painful for them both, both of them sore with how many times they’ve fucked and cum.
He’s almost disappointed when he wakes up to Johnny handing him a cup of tea. Back to his normal self, his heat finished. Ghost can only pray to a god that he doesn’t believe in that it's worked, that as they lounge in Johnny’s bed, their pup is already starting to grow.
They’re back on base when he wakes up to the sound of Johnny hurling into Ghost’s private toilet. Poor boy’s skin is pale and clammy when he finds him with his head pressed to the cool porcelain of the seat. Ghost squats down next to Johnny and runs a soothing hand along his back as Johnny retches up the last of the contents of his stomach.
“Oh baby, what's wrong?”
“Dunno woke up and had to run straight in here. Must have eaten something dodgy from the canteen.”
Ghost gives a non-committal hum as he continues to try and soothe Johnny, filling a glass with water and steering him to the sink so he can brush his teeth and get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll tell Price you need to take the day off. You rest up.”
He drinks in the tired smile he gets in return before he gets Johnny bundled into bed and shoots a text off to Price to let him know Johnny won't be working today.
“I’ll drop in on you at lunch, get some sleep.”
As the days go on and Johnny doesn’t get better, it gets harder and harder to pretend he doesn't know exactly what the cause of this sudden illness is.
No one else seems to have picked up on it, but he knows Johnny’s scent better than anyone else possibly could at this point. And it's already shifting ever so subtly. Growing deeper and sweeter as the days drag on.
It's the seventh morning in a row of Johnny needing to throw up as soon as he wakes up that Ghost decides it's time to drag him to medical. He’s been trying his best to keep playing it off that he has no clue why Johnny could be feeling unwell. And he hopes that the news coming from the on-base doctor will help cover up what he’s done. Or at least to help soften the blow.
He keeps watch in the corner of the room behind Johnny as the Beta doctor runs through his standard list of questions. The man pauses for a moment when Johnny answers that he isn’t currently on suppressants, stealing a look up at Ghost. Whatever he see in Ghost’s eyes must be enough for him to know not to question it, and though he stumbles on his next word he continues through the list as if there's nothing wrong.
“Well Sergeant, for all sexually active Omega’s we do require a pregnancy test to rule it out. The toilets next door if you could just take this and give us a urine sample to work with.”
Ghost is thankful for the mask when the doctor confirms what he already knows, as Johnny looks back at him with a face full of fear. He’s sure the smile currently on his face would do nothing to settle his boy. He runs his fingers through Johnny's hair before settling a hand onto his nape and squeezing it. And Ghost tries to keep the glee out of his voice when he next speaks.
“How accurate is the test?”
“Around 99%. Though we’ll take a blood test to be sure. It’ll take a few days for us to get the results.”
Ghost gives a grunt, stomach already whirling with excitement. His beautiful boy is growing their pup. He already knew, doesn’t need any tests to tell him that but to see the test with his own eyes and hear the doctor say it aloud is still nothing short of divine.
When they get back to Ghost’s room and the door is shut Johnny turns on him. Poking a finger into Ghost’s chest, fury painted across his face.
“You’ve got some fucking explaining to do.”
“Don’t know what you mean sweetheart.”
Johnny rolls his eyes and starts to pace around the room. Waving his hands over his stomach as if that sums up what Ghost is supposed to be explaining to him.
“You said it would be fine. That I was just off suppressants, so I wouldn’t get fucking pregnant. And now look what's happened.”
Ghost puts one of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders, and tries not to let it affect him when it's immediately shrugged off.
“Are you not happy Johnny?”
“That’s not-” Johnny lets out a deep sigh and looks up to the ceiling as if it will have the answers he’s looking for. “It doesn’t matter if I’m happy about it. You fucking knew what would happen didn’t you?”
When Ghost doesn’t answer him, he spins around on his heel to stare him down.
“Take it off.”
“Show my face?”
If Johnny thinks that Ghost showing his face will make any difference in this conversation then that's on him. He pulls the mask off his head, chucking it down to the bed without looking. And he really does try his best to let innocence veil his features as he looks down at Johnny.
Which doesn’t seem to work because he watches as Johnny’s face grows more red the longer he looks at him before looking up at the ceiling again.
“For fuck's sake Ghost.”
“Sweetheart, look at me. Please, Johnny.” His voice sounds disgusting and saccharine to his own ears. But he’s willing to do what needs to be done to keep his boy with him. He knows Johnny will come around eventually, but he’d still rather not have to deal with dramatics until that time comes. “Come on, I promise I didn’t know.”
“Your promises don’t mean anything to me right now.”
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Days later when Soap is due to get the results of his blood test, the ultrasound machine already waiting in the room gives them away. Not that he thought there was any doubt, symptoms clear as day now he knows what the cause of them were. Deep down he probably already knew, but his trust in Ghost hadn’t wavered until now, he hadn’t wanted to believe that he could have done this.
And he tries not to be annoyed when his heart softens at the sight of two small blobs on the screen. He isn’t far enough along for them to be much more than small peanut shapes, but knowing that these will be his and Ghost’s pups is tugging at his stupid heartstrings.
Soap is in a daze after the appointment, the sonogram in his hand as he leaves the doctor's office. Doesn’t even realise where he’s walking until he’s outside the door to Ghost’s barracks room.
He hasn’t been here since he had first found out he was pregnant. Had been trying to sleep in his own room, though barely managing without the comforting scent of his Alpha surrounding him. The only way he had managed to drift off was if he held on tight to one of Simon’s old tops that had been left behind from the early days of their courtship.
There's a good chance Ghost is still outside running the newest batch of recruits through a gruelling training exercise, most likely taking his bad mood out on all of them. Soap isn’t sure he even actually wants to see him right now anyway. But without thinking too much he still slips his key from his pocket and into the lock before pushing his way inside the room.
Can feel himself settling as soon as he steps inside, petrichor and the smell before a storm filling his lungs properly for the first time in days. He knows he should leave, but he’s unable to make his feet do what he wants as he kicks his shoes off and crawls into Ghost’s bed. Slipping under the sheets, and falling quickly into the closest thing to a peaceful sleep he’s had in days.
When Soap starts to wake up he burrows further down into the warmth that he’s resting on, not willing to pull himself from his dream just yet, only to startle when a large finger brushes against his cheek.
“Back with us sweetheart?”
He stills, hoping that if he doesn’t move then maybe Simon will think he’s gone back to sleep, and he can further put off the conversation that he’s been trying to avoid.
“Come on Johnny, I can tell from your breathing that you’re awake.”
Letting out a sigh he pushes himself up, trying to extricate his legs from the tangle of sheets he’s put them in while sleeping and pull away from Ghost’s chest. But when he tries to move away Simon wraps one arm around his waist and tugs him back so he’s perched in his lap. They stare at each other for a moment, before he feels something being pushed into his hand.
It's the sonogram, slightly crumpled from how tightly he had been holding it earlier and its time in bed with Soap as he had slept. But he can see where someone has tried to smooth it out, he sneaks a look through his lashes up to Ghost’s maskless face. And can see that he’s trying to keep his face blank, but Soap has learned to read between the lines to see what Simon tries hard not to show.
He’s happy.
And as much as Soap is trying to convince himself he isn’t. He is too.
Soap had never really considered having pups, after the hell his parents had put him through he had never wanted to. And then joining the military as soon as he could any wayward thoughts he may have had about children were quickly pushed to the side and replaced with having to prove himself as an Omega in the SAS.
But now he’s here, and he can’t help the way his heart is swelling again at the proof of the life growing inside of him. Can already picture how lovely his and Simon’s pups are going to look.
“You didn’t tell me you had your follow-up today.”
He lets out a scoff at that, with how they had last left things, and how Ghost hadn’t even tried to fix what he had done, Ghost must have known there was no way he would be allowed the privilege of coming along.
“No, I didn’t.”
An imperceptible frown falls onto Simon’s face, and as stupid as it is, Soap softens slightly at the sight. He holds the sonogram up, so Simon can see, and points.
“Can you see them? They’re so small I know it's hard to tell. I had to get the doctor to point them out for me.”
“Them?”
Jesus bleeding Christ. How is he supposed to stay mad when his Alpha is looking at him like that. Like he’s hung the moon and the stars.
“Yeah, Simon. It’s twins.”
He points out the two small blobs on the picture, watching as the big man beneath him traces his own finger over the shapes. Before laying the sonogram down on his bedside table and then Simon brushes a hand under his t-shirt, warmth spreads into the skin of Soap’s stomach as he grazes his fingers along the skin there almost reverently.
Soap knows he won't ever get an apology for what Simon did, but the way he’s looking at him, looking at where their pups are growing might just be enough.
He can’t help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to Simon’s lips, he hasn’t forgiven him for what he did. But he still loves Simon, and still somehow does trust him even after this.
It doesn’t long for their chaste kiss to deepen, and he can almost believe Simon is trying to tell him what he can’t with words as their tongues slide together, and his hand continues to rub along Soap's stomach.
I need you.
They quickly strip off and Soap is pulled back on top of Simon, until his already dripping cunt is hovering over his hard length.
I’m sorry.
Big hands settle onto his hips, more gentle than he’s ever felt them, as Soap lines himself up with Simon’s cock and sinks down. The look in Simons eye as he watches him and the moan that falls from his mouth says what the other man probably never will.
I love you.
Soap shifts his hips when Simon is fully seated inside him, grinding onto the length that’s filling him up so nicely. One of the hands on his hips moving up to clutch at the strands of his hair, pressing until Soap’s face is pressed into Simon’s nape.
“Want you to claim me Johnny.” Simon sounds breathless, his own hips bucking up to meet Soap’s as he speaks. “Go on sweetheart, claim me.”
Soap had never considered claiming an Alpha back, it's still not exactly the done thing. Even with how much further Omega rights have come. But when he runs his tongue over Simons gland, and he feels the shudder that runs through the body below him Soap knows it's the right thing to do.
His small fangs sink into Simon’s neck easily, copper and the pure taste of his mate flooding over his tongue pulling a moan from him. He bites down even harder, Simon letting out his own groan of pleasure. And Soap can feel as Simon’s knot starts to swell inside him, pushing his already stretched cunt to its limits. Soap pulls away from Simon’s bloody nape and is immediately pulled into a deep kiss, blood smearing over their lips and chins as Ghost licks into his mouth.
The hand that had been splayed possessively over Soap’s hip moving to rub slow circles against his clit as the other moves to settle back over his stomach. Directly over the spot where their pups are growing.
Soap pulls back from the kiss, pressing their foreheads together, hands cupping his mate's face as he falls apart. Simon bucks up against him a few times and Soap revels in the warmth that spreads inside him as Simon follows him over the edge.
Soap falls down on top of Simon, their chests flush enough that he swears he can almost feel the answering drum of his Alpha’s heartbeat through his ribcage.
All isn’t forgiven yet. But as Soap basks in the afterglow and warm embrace of his mate he knows that it will be. Well aware that he shouldn’t be back in Simon’s bed after what he’s done, but this bond between them goes deeper than brothers on the battlefield, deeper even than a mating bond ever could.
They belong to each other.