More Than Human

Chapter 32: Cozy Beast

"Whatcha got going on there, Sergeant?" Ghost asked, standing behind him.

Soap startled from where he was making himself some dinner and followed Ghost's gaze to his pant leg. At this angle, the outline of his tail was quite visible. Unlike his ears, it had decided to stick around today.

Soap swallowed and turned back around, "Nothin' important sir."

"Really?"

"Aye."

Cool fingers teased along the back of his neck before Ghost's hand gripped him and started gently squeezing. Soap's breathing stuttered, and he felt the damned thing twitch as it attempted to wag within the confines of his clothes.

"You sure that's not important, Johnny?" Ghost spoke against his ear and Soap shuddered and fought to keep his breathing in check.

"Not important at all, Si."

Ghost hummed and Soap gasped as a hand was suddenly reaching past his waistband and taking hold of the fluffy appendage. Ghost carefully dragged it out and examined it.

"Please stop messing with that, Simon. I've gotta eat before the moon's up and you're making it a bit hard to- to focus." Soap stuttered as Ghost's hands slid across it as he released it. Then his hand was back on his neck, and his tail started up again. Banging incessantly into the wooden cabinets.

"You sure you want me to stop? Looks like you quite enjoy it when I tease you."

"S-Simon please." Soap couldn't help his little whimper, and Ghost seemed to have mercy on him because he backed up with a chuckle.

"I've got to go run an errand. I'll be back in time for sundown." Simon called as he walked away.

As soon as he had left the room Soap sidestepped over to the sink and splashed his face with cold water. He hadn't had to deal with his post full moon situation with a very large sexy man around before, and it was already making it difficult. One more night of the change and then he'd be in the full swing of it. He liked Ghost, sure. Maybe even more than liked him. And it at least seemed that those feelings were reciprocated.

But this was The Ghost.

The man was legendary, and Soap respected the hell out of him. He had already been embarrassed enough when he had grinded himself on his leg until completion. But he had been asleep at the start of that whole experience, so it was forgivable. But Ghost was sure to think he was a total loser weirdo if he didn't keep himself in check. Simon would likely lose all respect for him if he acted like a desperate bumbling twat when he was fully conscious.

Whatever. That was tomorrow Soap's problem. For now he needed to get through this last night before he worried about that.

A few hours later they were back in the barn and Simon was hooking him back up to the wall. Before he turned around he scanned Soap with his eyes.

"Take your shirt off, Johnny."

"What? Why?" Soap felt his face heat up.

"Wanna take a look at that bullet wound." Ghost explained casually, but from the look in his eyes, he knew exactly how he was making Soap feel.

Soap brushed it off and removed the shirt, sucking in a breath when Ghost trailed his fingers over it. It was fully sealed up now, well on its way to scarring.

"Looks like that silver didn't mess with your healing at all."

In lieu of coming up with a better response Soap simply said, "Thank God for siren tears."

Ghost sat back and nodded, "Thank God for siren tears.

He took his leave at that point and moved across the room, turning around so Soap could undress the rest of the way for the change.

This time Ghost had to turn around on his own as he heard quite a lot of rustling around behind him. Soap, freshly in monster form, was rifling around with the blankets and pillows. Rolling around in them, rubbing his face on them, Ghost really wasn't sure what he was doing exactly. Soap began to arrange all of the blankets and pillows into the corner of the barn, just under the hook where his chain was attached. He stacked them up and fiddled with them until there was the equivalent of a giant dog bed over there.

When he was apparently satisfied he turned towards Ghost and trotted over, before stopping in front of him. He looked down at him, and Ghost watched, extremely confused, as he began to rise up on his hindlegs. Ghost probably should have been frightened, particularly because neither Gaz nor Price would be there to help him if anything went wrong. But he was mostly just fascinated. He doubted many people got to be this up close and personal to analyze werewolf behavior.

Ghost's reverie was cut short as two massively clawed hands were suddenly gripping him by the waist gently, and he felt himself being hoisted off the ground.

"Hey! Johnny!" Ghost quickly snagged the straps of his duffle bag as he was picked up and shoved against Soap's chest. The beast hugged him like a teddy bear before walking them over to his blanket pile.

"Down, Johnny! Drop me."
That was apparently a poor choice of words, because he was indeed dropped. He flopped down onto the pile and Soap sat back, tail thumping against the ground and mouth open in a massive version of a dog smile. Ghost released his hold on his bag and tossed it gently to the side.

"That was very rude, Sergeant." You don't just pick people up and throw them around without permission." Ghost chastised.

He was promptly ignored as the creature stepped over him and began rubbing his face on him like he had done the pillows. Scenting him, Ghost realized. He relaxed and let it happen. He even let it continue when the massive tongue began to lick him in earnest as if he needed to be cleaned.

"Fuckin... getting drool everywhere." Ghost muttered.

Soap paused finally, sniffing at him, and apparently deciding he had achieved his goal, flopped down beside him. He curled his body around him and draped an arm with a massive paw over his chest.

"You go through all the trouble to turn, and now you just want to sleep? You really are, Johnny. This barely makes any sense!" Ghost told him, but Soap just pulled him closer against him and rested his chin on the top of his head, with a huff.

Ghost kept himself still, listening to his sergeant's massive heart beat and ever slowing breaths. He considered slinking off as soon as he was asleep, but he honestly couldn't bring himself to when Soap began to let out little rumbling snores. Soap was so warm.

Ghost rolled farther into Johnny's chest. He took a moment to examine the soft fur there as he gripped it with his fingers. Soap nuzzled deeper into the top of his head at the feeling of the gentle scratching Ghost was performing,

As Soap drifted deeper, Ghost couldn't help himself and drifted off as well.