More Than Human

Chapter 69: Red Ball

When the rest of the team returned from their session with Makarov, they were just leaving the garden. Rudy ran up, still a little soggy to greet Alejandro who, ever the romantic, dipped him down into a fierce kiss. He might have still been just a touch feral from their time with the terrorist but Rudy was obviously, quite literally, eating it up, based on how he clung to the man.

Ghost had a similar interaction with Soap. His sergeant barrelled into him at top speed forcing Ghost to catch him against his chest.

"You give 'im hell, LT?" He teased.

"More than." Ghost replied, rolling up his mask and leaning closer to reach his mouth, "Just for you."

"Oh, aye?" Soap laughed before trailing off into a breathy sigh as Ghost pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. His fangs were slightly extended and Soap gasped slightly as they scraped the inside of his lip.

A borderline feral noise worked its way up Ghost's throat making Soap tremble against him.

"Used my shadows today." Ghost managed to growl, "You wanted me to tell you when I was hungry, Johnny?"

"Ah- yes, please, Si. Tell me." Soap whimpered as Ghost pulled away slightly to gently lick and tease at his neck.

The sound of a throat being cleared loudly made them both pause and turn their heads to see Price standing a slight distance away with his brows furrowed.

"If you boys are going to... do whatever you do exactly, maybe go back to your room first."

Soap blushed bright red, "Sorry, Captain. Just got excited is all-!"

Ghost fully hoisted Soap up and tossed him over his shoulder, "Yessir."

"Oi! LT! Put me down, ya freak!" Soap thrashed slightly as he was carried back toward the mansion.

As soon as they were out of the teams line of sight Ghost smoothed a hand up the back of his thigh before smacking his ass making him yelp.

"Bad boy, Johnny. Not polite to call people names."

"Did you just fuckin' spank me, you ass?" Soap asked incredulously, a little confused by the way it shot a spike of pleasure through him.

Ghost repeated the action, slightly sharper making him bite back a moan, "What'd I just say? Gonna keep testing me with the name calling? Or are you gonna address me properly."

"I-" Soap cut himself off as his hand slid back down his ass, holding his inner thigh, so close to his crotch. His thumb stroking gently.

"Words, Puppy." Ghost demanded, squeezing gently.

"Gonna be good, Sir." He groaned, letting himself go limp in his grasp.

"That's my good boy." He praised, kicking open the door to their room.

Ghost entered and gently lowered Soap back onto his feet, bringing his hands up to cradle his jaw, "Now, where were we?"

"Think you were gonna do what I asked and tell me something important, Sir." Soap told him, leaning into the touch.

"Right." Ghost replied, as if he had actually forgotten, "Well then..."

He leaned in close so that Soap could feel his breath on his skin, "I'm hungry, my love."

"Then you should eat." Soap purred, raising his chin up to present his throat.

Ghost's eyelids fluttered at Soap's scent and he pulled back quickly before he could move too fast, "Clothes off."
"Yessir!" Soap replied eagerly, instantly tugging his shirt off and scrambling with the rest.