Gay Oneshots

It's just blood

Gary "Roach" Sanderson x John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley
Call of Duty

Word count: 3491

Roach would have loved to say that he just felt a dull ache tugging on the flesh of his lower abdomen but it was so much worse. It wasn't just a dull ache. It was a sharp pain, ripping through his organs. The pain pressed the air out of his lungs and he curled together, his arms clutching his stomach.

It felt like a bullet had been shot directly into his stomach but he knew that couldn't be. He wished for a bullet. Would have begged god on his knees for it to just please be a bullet. Being shot would have been much better than this.

He gritted his teeth together, his eyes squeezed shut. One of his hands clutched the blanket that was covering his body, the other one was pressed to his stomach. He couldn't tell if it helped or made everything worse but the pain was so bad that he couldn't imagine it to make a difference.

It wasn't just his stomach that was hurting. The pain stretched down into his thighs and up his back and clawed at his joints. It even seemed to hammer at his head.

Slowly, the pain swelled up again and Roach forced himself to push himself up. His movements felt uncoordinated and wobbly but he had no choice.

Now that he was more or less sitting up, he felt the wet, uncomfortable feeling of his boxers sticking to his crotch and thighs.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me..." he mumbled, pushing his hand under the waistband of his boxers. He dipped his middle finger against the entrance of his vagina, pulling his hand back out.

The room wasn't entirely dark. None of them liked to sleep in utter darkness, it always made them feel threatened.

The light that was coming through the partially opened curtain was enough to illuminate the wetness on Roach's finger. He couldn't tell what color it was but he didn't have to see it to know it was red.

He hadn't gotten his period in years. When he had started testosterone it had taken just a few months and his periods had stopped. He hadn't gotten them since. And he hadn't really planned on ever getting them again.

He knew this could happen. His doctors had told him that but no other trans person on T he knew had experienced this. So he had felt safe.

And now he was sitting in a puddle of blood, his insides seemingly at war with each other. The cramps felt like someone was clawing at his uterus, trying to rip it to shreds.

He wouldn't mind it being shredded. Especially if it would mean that he would not get his period again. He just wanted to get rid of this pain.

Slowly, he breathed in. Releasing the same breath shakily a few seconds later. He repeated this action a few times till he had finally convinced himself that he needed to get to the bathroom. For a moment, he considered getting fresh underwear but the closet was in the opposite direction of the bathroom and there was no way he would manage both ways.

He would just take the underwear off in the bathroom and bleed into the toilet for a while.

Briefly, he looked back at his boyfriend's, both still soundly sleeping.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, his knees feeling wobbly. He was sure that he was walking like an old man as he made his way to the bathroom. His entire body was crouched and he was dragging his feet over the floor like they were too heavy to lift.

When he finally closed the bathroom door behind himself, he turned on the light on the mirror. It was warmer and not as big as the light on the ceiling and somehow he had still hopes to fall back to sleep once he got back into bed.