Simon... Ghost... Though one in the same, had become two very different people in your eyes...
Simon had become addicted to your bite.
Ghost had become feral... A hunter...
Simon wanted to keep himself buried in you, while feeling the piercing sting as you take from him.
Ghost wanted to fuck you... He wanted to taste you and crave those moments of darkness you let slip through the cracks.
And you...
You had become addicted to Simon and Ghost...
It wasn't lust nor primal instinct to feed.
It had been years since you felt this eerie feeling, but it reminds you of life and rebirth... It makes you waver and tremble.
You were in love...
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"Fuck, baby... Harder, please," you're a whimpering, whiney mess, as Simon... As Ghost fucks you harder into the mattress...
You were back from a mission... You didn't dare bother with the debrief from Price... You were exhausted.
Covered in sweat, grime, dirt, and blood... You needed a shower; you had told yourself that.
But Ghost...
You had nearly lost him.
The building... It had been unstable, barely holding on by a thread, as you and Ghost did a sweep of the area.
The flooring was wobbly and ready to splinter...
Ghost had taken a step and felt the give in the flooring.
You were thankful for your fast reflexes, and strength...
You weren't sure he would have survived the fall...
Ghost had followed you, to your room... His need to be by you, outweighed all common notions.
He was on you, the moment the door was closed.
Exhaustion be damned, he needed to feel your bite.
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You had been at it, for the last few hours... The room is humid with musk and sex... The sound of the mattress bending to Ghost's strength mingles with the echoing sound of skin slapping against skin.
You're sticky with sweat, with cum, and with saliva...
Your thighs ache, as Ghost's thrusts meet the ample curve of your ass.
You know the base can hear you... You weren't one to shy away from being vocal...
But you can't find it in yourself to give a fucking damn.
Ghost's hold on you, is like newly forged steel, it's red hot and calloused...
You feel the air in your lungs getting stuck the harder he fucks you...
"Such a tight pussy," he whispers between barred teeth, "Fuck darling, you're squeezing the life from me."
Ghost has pulled multiple orgasms from you... You can feel your slick caressing your shaking thighs, as it pools into the bedding.
"Si... Need you!" You grab his hand, pushing yourself up, as you press your back to his chest.
He slows his movements, pressing harsh kisses to your pulse point, scrapping his teeth as he bites into the junction of your neck.
"Take from me... Fuck, let me feel it, please..." He nearly begs, voice crumbling to a soft groan.
You grab for his wrist, licking away the salty tang that is unmistakably him.
Ghost has gotten used to the bite, it still catches him off guard, but now he craves it more than he will ever care to admit.
"That's it," he whispers into your hair, cock hitting that spot that kisses your womb, "Fuck... That's it..."
You feel his other hand sneaking down your belly, as he seeks out your little bundle of nerves.
His touch is calculated, fingers moving at a pace that makes you shutter...
You pull away from your bite, "Fuck... Simon, don't stop."
You feel the coil in your belly tighten with a death grip...
"Don't stop," he cries for your bite.
That's when you feel it...
It's a heavy gush, makes your body vibrate as you cry out his name.
But Ghost doesn't stop.
He pushes through your tight walls, grabbing your face as his lips find yours.
The kiss is euphoric...
Ghost can taste the blood in the kiss, at first, it's coopery, but sweet...
He wants more.
He needs more.
Your body crumbles into the sheets, as Ghost fucks deeper into you...
He feels the tingle in his spine and knows he is close.
"Si..."
"Give me one more ragdoll, need to," he bites down on his lip, tasting the lingering touches of blood, "Need to fuck you full."
And he does...
-
It's been days... Weeks even since that mission, and life has gone back according to plan.
Price has pulled you and Simon into his office...
"Probably a noise complaint, about how loud you are," Simon jokes, opening the door to Price's office.
"Probably..." You simply shrug.
Price is at his desk, cigar in hand and freshly made tea, steaming in his cup.
"Ghost... Shade, please come in..." There is an undeniable tone in Price's voice, you had only ever heard when he was angry.
You both enter the room, standing at attention.
Price stands from his desk, "I recently received a very interesting folder... There was no sender nor return address, it just magically appeared out of nowhere..."
He tosses the folder down, where pictures scatter.
You feel as if you have been dropped into the coldest water, surrounded by the darkness.
They are pictures of you, of your old team...
Of all that remained of where you had been held captured.
"So... Wanna get revenge?"
