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Soap!Ghost One Shot. Venom AU with Ghost as the Parasitic Host.

I got the idea from this from @amazeingartist's work. Purely self indulgent, saw the art- listened to music while gymming- was going insane. I'll probably do other one off based around this maddness, but I fucking love the concept dead. The art is also AmazingArtist's own work. Got there green light to use- which is only fair since it's their hellspawn

Overview; My interpritation on the initial contact of the symbiot/host relationship occuring during an already existing relationship between Soap and Ghost, with a good wholesome monster fucking at the end. NSFW. Size Kink. Praise Kink. Choking. Monster Fucker 110%. It's Porn. Word Count; 6379

It had taken quite a while, nearly a year, for Soap to adjust to Ghost’s new, friend, and quite frankly in truth? He was still was.

It was a fucked up situation. The whole accident should never have happened, but it was something out of their power or control. Soap was kept awake most nights after the Mission Failure for initially, completely unrelated reasons; Ghost had made a choice- a reckless and dangerous one in Soap’s opinion- and almost got himself killed. Soap spent weeks at Ghost’s bedside, arguing with the medical staff every other hour about Ghost’s mask- his privacy- almost breaking some fingers when they tried to touch the unconscious Ghost.

He remembered the morning Ghost finally woke up. He looked fine- better than fine- perfect. Not a bruise or cut, even his pre-existing scars looked a little healthier than they had. Ghost had wiggled his fingers under Soap’s palm, startling the Scottish gunman awake at his side, shooting to his feet to lean over the rousing form.

“Ghost…? Ghost- It’s Soap…”. He’d been so soft with his call, gently squeezing Ghost’s fingers to help his mind centre on something.And then those tired eyes opened, making Soap gasp. Ghost’s right eye was still it’s regular, beautifully golden copper, glowing weakly in the dimmed medical lights; but his left eye was now blue. It was almost Aqua, pale and soft, but still as bright and piercing as a jewel.

“Soap…”. The rattle in Ghost’s voice, it was inhuman. It was deep in his chest, almost like he were sick, lungs full of water or worse, a duel toned edge that harmonized with Ghost’s tired sound beneath it. Soap didn’t move, he blinked at the returned sound, reaching up with his free hand to carefully cradle his friend’s jaw when Ghost’s head began to lull again.

“Hey- c’mon now. Eyes up. On me big boy. Let’s go.” Soap called gently, fingertips digging into Ghost’s neck and base of his skull, trying to keep Ghost’s head steady as it bobbled like a dash-board toy in his grip.

“… You’re safe?”. Ghost sounded more normal now, the commanding huskiness his voice just held receding slightly, so Soap pushed the irregularity to the back of his mind; Ghost was tired, still recovering. He’d chuckled at the question, nodding as Ghost’s eyelids continued to rise and fall erratically, sometimes closing completely as he’d wince, but he forced them open again to look up at Soap’s hazy form. “Good… Good…”.

“And you, big boy? You’re good? You with me?” Soap asked softly, still squeezing Ghost’s fingers when they’d flex weakly in his palm. Ghost inhaled shakily, trying to nod, and grimaced slightly as a pained moan escaped him, “Easy- Easy Ghost. What is it? What’s wrong?”. Ghost’s eyes and brow were pinched in pain, grinding his heel against the mattress as he wrapped his free arm around his middle. “G-Ghost! Talk to me- Do I need medics?”

“Hungry...” Ghost finally whined, his stomach letting out a loud and angered growl, like he hadn’t been getting IV’d the weeks he was unconscious. Soap blinked, barely containing a laugh as Ghost curled up on his side, facing Soap, and squeezed his hand a little tighter.

“Okay… Alright I’ll go find you something easy to get down. Stay awake, Ghost.” Soap ordered gently, giving Ghost’s fingers another squeeze, but fell still in his tracks when Ghost grabbed his wrist tightly.

“Soap..?”

“Whoa- Yeah, what is it?”

“… I want chocolate…”. Well that was something he hadn’t been expecting. Soap was wide eyed in confusion as Ghost released his wrist, curling up like a child, brow knotted in discomfort as his stomach let out another gurgling howl.

“O-Okay. I’ll see what I can find.” Soap nodded meekly, still confused as he’d left Ghost’s hospital room to hunt for food- and chocolate. That one instance had been the precursor for many more. Weeks following after Ghost’s release from the hospital, Soap had noticed his partner in war snacking more and more, almost constantly, like his appetite was insatiable. Not long after, Ghost would frequently mutter and whisper to himself, often looking deep in thought, or irritatingly spaced out. Ghost always shrugging off Soap’s curiosity or concern with a ‘just thinking out loud.’, or ‘arguing with myself’. But Ghost never used to do either of those vocally.

It was one night nearly six months after the accident, when Soap came back to base after a bar hop with Price, Konig and Alejandro- Ghost had turned down the initial invite, claiming he didn’t feel well- and he found Ghost slumped over in the showers; stripped to his briefs and balaclava, completely out of it. It’d sent Soap into a right panic, diving on Ghost with a stagger, shutting off the ice cold water, and hauled the bigger man to his feet.

“Soap..?”. The duel tone was back, and Soap froze when he heard it again, praying it was just the buzz he had going on from all the beers, but when Ghost’s weight shifted in his hands, and the groan that followed sounded like beast in pain, it took all of Soap’s strength not to drop him in shock.

“Hey grab onto me- Let’s get you warmed up okay?”. Ghost complied, barely conscious and useless on his legs, the limbs flopping mindlessly as Soap carried him along back to Ghost’s room. He dumped Ghost on his bunk, the wire springs groaning under Ghost’s weight, the frame bowing slightly and Soap had to stop and assess the scene a moment. “Have you gotten taller?”

“What..? I dunno’..?”. Soap hesitated again as Ghost’s feet dangled off the end of the bed- even lying dead straight, they never used to. Soap searched Ghost’s drawers and cupboards for a spare towel and clothes, stumbling over the random packets of chocolate that fell off high shelves during his search.

“The fuck is with you and candy now days? It’s all I see you shove in your fuckin’ head- have you even got any teeth left?” Soap groaned in frustration as he shoved a rogue bag of chocolate bites aside with his foot out of the way, Ghost tiredly flipping him off before whining in discomfort and curled up on his side again, just like he had in the hospital. Soap’s frustration left him in a heartbeat when he saw Ghost in agony again, hurrying back to Ghost’s side, and began rubbing the spare towel down over Ghost’s shivering form. It was an effort and a half to get Ghost dried and into some warm clothes, sighing when Ghost’s shivers almost immediately ceased once dressed.

“Soap… Hungry…”

“Again? Of fuckin course you are. All you’re livin’ off is fuckin candy—Get a proper meal in yer’ gob you fuckin twat. It might help.”

“Not- me…” Ghost whined, starting to pant as he broke out in a fevered sweat, and Soap dropped to his side in a hurry, reluctant to touch Ghost’s form as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, body shaking like he were having a seizer.

“Simon!”. It was a terrified and desperate cry as Ghost shook uncontrollably, his arms crossed and tense at his chest, seizing harshly as he groaned with his jutted breaths. Soap kept Ghost on his side, as close to the recovery position as he could manage, but as fast as the attack occurred, it ended moments later, and Ghost slowly came too, his breathing pained and ragged.

“Johnny… I-… Think I’m sick…”

“Easy… You’re okay, mate… You’re okay Ghost” Soap assured softly as the bigger man tried to catch his breath, Soap now daring to touch Ghost’s mask and carefully raised the damp fabric to just above his mouth; Ghost’s laboured breaths easing much faster now, his mouth agape, tongue lolling behind his teeth-

His… Teeth…

Soap stared. Wide eyed, and afraid. Ghost’s K-9’s were big- massive. Like someone had stretched them, only just allowing the sharpened bone to fit inside his mouth. Soap gently caught Ghost’s jaw with a trembling palm, lifting his friend’s eyes to meet his own, the mismatched irises alight in pain, but something moved within the darkness of Ghost’s pupils making Soap gasp.

“John-… What’s wrong with me…?!”

“I-.. It’s nothing. Nothing’s wrong Si, you’re okay” Soap was quick to assure him, hushing the panicked soldier quickly when he could hear Ghost’s breath’s sharpen, kneeling over the edge of the bed to hold him tightly. Ghost latched on without hesitation, trying to steady himself as Soap began to rock him gently, a thousand thoughts racing in his mind as he slowly felt Ghost weaken in his arms.

“… Please stay… It’s noisy…”. Soap was becoming more and more terrified and confused with every moment that passed, especially when someone like Ghost, was far from themselves. Soap nodded, agreeing apprehensively and with soft ‘okay’s, and Ghost’s breathing finally began to level out. The bigger man shuffled slightly, making what room he could as Soap heeled off his boots, and dropped his jacket on the floor. Soap nestled in at Ghost’s side, watching as Ghost’s eyes and brow flutter and pinch in discomfort again, his own brow furrowed upward in worry.

“Ghost..?”. He watched Ghost slowly open his eyes, fear consuming them to the brim, “C’mere.”. Soap twisted onto his side, shoving the arm he laid on under Ghost’s neck, lifting the other carefully and waited, “I’ve got your six…”. Ghost’s eyes lidded painfully then, wriggling down even further before pressing forward, hiding into the crook of Soap’s neck, clutching at the chest of his shirt tightly. Soap huffed gently as he wrapped his arm over Ghost’s back and rubbed it softly, in as long a stroke as he could reach, constantly hushing and soothing Ghost when his uneven and shaken breaths would wash over Soaps’ collarbones. He didn’t allow himself to sleep until he knew Ghost was under, eyes closed and resting, but not daring sleep. When he finally felt Ghost’s fingers loosen from the folds at his chest, and his deep breaths remain even and steady, did Soap allow sleep to take him; and it dragged him under fast.

It was when Soap woke the next morning did their world truly turn upside down.

That was the day Soap learnt Ghost was no longer alone.

“Johnny…~”. It was intimate in his ear. Ghost’s voice a purr, a deep and wanting purr. He could feel Ghost’s weight on him, his hands trapped either side of his head, pressed deep into the mattress. A painfully hot, almost scorching breath washing up his neck and over his ear, rousing him with a hard shiver as he rolled his hips into the mattress.

“Fuck-.. Ghost--… You’re eager this morning” Soap tiredly replied, breath hitching when he felt a sharp wetness drag against the stubble of his jaw, eyes fluttering open onto it. Soap was fully conscious in a heartbeat. He inhaled to scream in fright- but Ghost’s- or what he thought was Ghost-beast of a hand smothered his mouth, suffocating the sound before it could rise.

“Now now… That is not nice”. That vicious duel edged voice was clear as thunder. Ghost was- gone. Something else, something inhuman, something otherworldly was crouched over Soap like a hulking beast. The body was human- titan like in size and proportions- but a man none-the-less. Jet black, muscle clad, almost rubbery, skin. Taloned nails at the tips of his thick, white bone marked fingers and toes. But it was the face that startled Soap the most. It was sharp edged, draconic, like Ghost’s skulled mask changing to match its new features. The hardened, smooth, bone white cranium, face and upper jaw of dagger fanged beast looming over him, a stocky lower jaw striped with the same white lines of Ghost’s balaclava running down it’s throat, chest, and ethereal sculpted core. Soap’s chest was heaving as he tried to breathe, terrified and shocked tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as the creature tilted down, inspecting him closer. Soap whined in fear against the heavy palm over his mouth, kicking frantically to try and get away, but it was clearly useless and doing nothing against the behemoth above him.

What the fuck. What the fuck-!. What the Fuck!. Where’s Ghost-! I have to find Ghost--! I have to get out of here!!

Soap’s panicked thoughts screamed in his mind, trying to tug his hand free, while pulling at the hand at his mouth, trying to free himself to scream for help.

“Johnny…”. It was softer this time. Much, much, softer. His desperate and terrified groans of panic still muffled beneath the gigantic palm, but he stilled slightly as the creature simply tilted its head as it stared. “… It’s me, Johnny…”. He whined in confusion, nails digging into the back of the hand at his face, but he saw it then. The mismatched gold and aqua irises staring down at him. Reluctantly and carefully, Soap stilled beneath the creature, loosening his clenched fist pinned against the bed, and his brow slid upwards slowly in realization. The creature tilted its head the other way, recognising Soap was beginning to understand, slowly releasing its hand from his mouth, allowing him to speak.

“… Simon?”. An affectionate click quickly rattled up the creature’s throat, a purr, something mixed between an alien and a big cat.

“It’s me, Johnny…” It repeated and Soap slowly began to breathe again. Soap watched as the titanous form carefully slid off the bed, crouching on the floor, helping counter balance its weight on its knuckles, and Soap sat up slowly to sit on the edge of the bed, still having to look up at the creature before him.

“Ghost-… What happened to you?”

“We are Ghost..”

“Whoa- Whoa. I’m sorry. We?” Soap repeated, confused and still partially terrified.

“This body… We merged with him. This meat thing you call, ‘Simon’.”

“That ‘meat thing’ is my partner- so you’d best get yourself out of him!”

“We cannot.” It was an absolute and final answer, leaving Soap gobsmacked, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“Excuse me? I think you can-“

“We will both die”. That made Soap stop. He blinked at the cold and sharp answer, softening as he stared up at the fearsome creature.

“What do you mean…? Are you what patched him up back at the hospital?”

“Yes. He was dying. Though a valiant effort, your world’s medicine is primitive and weak. He did not receive care in time. His lungs and heart are terminally damaged. His cells burn from the inside-out. I stop that faster than it occurs. In this happen sense, I am just lucky he is a suitable host.”

“We’re the primitive ones, but you can’t survive without a host?“

“Millions of worlds beyond your own are without a simple compound like oxygen, where we can thrive. I would not be so quick to mock me”. Soap swallowed thickly as the beast’s tone changed, a visceral and monster-like tongue peeking from behind those fangs, “I would have eaten you, if it weren’t for this meat one’s incessant yelling”

“You were gonna’ fuckin eat me?!”

“We thought about it. There has been many times over these last months where all we wondered about is what you taste like-“

“Wait a minute- W-We as in who?”

“Us. Your meat thing, Simon.. And Us, his Ghost.”. Soap was both terrified and awkwardly aroused, wondering how many of those times he’d caught Ghost muttering to himself was an argument with this thing about ‘how he tasted’- and more specifically how Ghost was planning on finding out. He shook his head, banishing the thought away before taking a breath and stood slowly, Ghost straightening slightly, tilting his head like a giant curious dog.

“Okay, Ghost. So- You--… You live inside Simon? Does he have any say on when you just- do this” Soap gestured to the hulking form, the creature looking over itself a moment then back at Soap.

“He does not.”

“Well he does now.”

“I do not follow.”

“Drop him. Let him go. Cease and Desist. Shoo. Fuck Off. Go home- Whatever makes you stop being, this. You’ll get him experimented on or worse if anyone sees him like this! Let him go, now. He’s barely slept and living of shit since you came along- So don’t go taking over or fucking with him anymore!” Soap growled in frustration, hands meeting his hips as he looked up at Ghost, a clicking purr rumbling in Ghost’s chest, equal parts amused and thoughtful.

“We like you.”. Soap blinked at the parting words, the giant form receding like a bubbling ooze. Ghost’s human form slumping to his hands and knees with a groan of exhaustion, and Soap swooped down to brace his shoulders.

“Ghost..! Oh fuck there you are-“

“I think I ate something off…” Ghost moaned painfully, and Soap could barely contain his laughter, helping Ghost to sit on the bed and knelt in front of him.

“Aye, chocolate for six months will do that to you…” Soap mused as Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose in discomfort, groaning sickly and Soap huffed a sympathetic smile, “You have any idea what that thing is?”

“Whatever the fuck we were meant to destroy that day… It got out… Caused the fires and electrical failures… Said it found me after the explosion. Needed somewhere to hide, and I fit the bill. It was weaken from all the tests and failed hosts, hadn’t eaten for a few days so it couldn’t patch me up as quick right away but-… Needed me alive.”

“… Our doc’s weren’t good enough, apparently…”

“They weren’t. Ghost- the thing in my head- it spent those weeks repairing everything the doc’s missed… Those months ago, the nights I pushed you away, wanted to be alone… Ghost’d been pulling poisons from my lungs still, I’d been coughing up bile and metal fragments for weeks”

“Si-… Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was scared” Ghost replied flatly, his head in his hands and Soap let out a defeated sigh, lowering his gaze as he rubbed Ghost’s knee softly.

“I understand, It’s okay” Soap reassured gently, looking back up at Ghost in front of him and patted his leg gently, “C’mon, look alive. You said you were hungry. Come get some real food-“

“It needs the chemical compounds found in chocolate to sustain its biomass and regenerative state effectively in our environment. That’s why you’ve seen me knockin’ back candy like hard drugs. It’s always nagging in my head, talking and whining, trying to convince me to let it take over.”

“Well, you’ve still got me. And I’m not going to let him bully you around anymore, okay? C’mon, you need a proper feed” Soap reiterated as he stood, grabbing Ghost’s wrist and pulled him to his feet gently, hooking their pinky fingers softly as he started to lead the way.

-.. We like this one. We like him a lot…-.

~~~~~

“Soap, you still with us?”. He blinked sharply, quickly scanning the room and he swallowed thickly when he noticed all of 141’s eyes were on him, even Ghosts.

“Aye, sorry Sir. Just lost in a memory” Soap answered firmly, looking back down at the map spread on the trestle and adjusted his stance slightly. This is how it was now, Ghost had a monster co-existing in the same space as him, sharing thoughts and feelings, opinions and even likes and dislikes. Soap had to double check sometimes who he was actually talking to, his partner’s opinion suddenly drastically changing mid-topic, and he’d look across only to see the visceral beast coiling and speaking at his partner’s shoulder, like a second head wanting to be part of the discussion.

“Well figure it the fuck out and get your head in the game, we can’t afford any fuck ups.” Price ordered, eyes fixed on Soap at the opposite end of the table. Soap swallowed the hard lump in his throat, shifting his weight to his other leg, body blocking Ghost when he heard the titan shift closer.

“Of course Sir. I’m here, one-hundred percent.” Soap nodded firmly, Price eyeing him a moment before returning to the debrief. Soap had finally started mastering Ghost’s silent body language now that he had his new hitch-hiker. Ghost has always been protective of Soap, their friendship and bond growing fast and heavy as their years together passed, but now that Ghost had a bigger, angrier and even more protective version of himself sharing heart and mind space; It got dangerous sometimes. Soap had learnt Ghost’s breathing patterns would change slightly, or he’d readjust his hold on his weapon a certain way when Ghost was starting to egg him on. Soap gently slid his heel back, stepping on the toe of Ghost’s boot- once- twice- three times. Soap looked up and back at Ghost from the corner of his eye, the skull masked figure tilting his head only slightly, the softest squint at the outer edge of his eyes telling Soap he was smiling.

Good, it’s still Si…

“That’s it- We move out at nineteen-hundred sharp! So go have a shit, shower and shave, or whatever the fuck you need to do- You’re on the truck and ready before the clock ticks over, understood?!”.

“YESSIR!”. The 141 squad split off and moved out, heading for all different corners of the base to gear up and mentally zone down before mission launch. Soap rolled his neck with a sigh, popping some the vertebra with a barely satisfied grunt, Ghost simply watching from the corner of his lidded eyes as they walked toward the barracks together.

“Fuckin’ hell… Think I might retire soon, I’m getting too old for this shit” Soap teased through a sigh as he looked up at Ghost, the bigger man tilting his head simply looking tired, “You too huh?”

“I didn’t feel old until you said something” Ghost countered, rolling his shoulders as something on his end crunched and popped too, making Soap chortle at the sickening but satisfying release.

“Sorry mate… I’m headin for food and power nap- You?”

“Whatever you want” Ghost shrugged, making Soap flush but huff a smile.

“You can be your own person, Ghost. I’ll come find you later, you know I won’t be far”

“… Do you want me to go?”. Soap looked up at the question, Ghost’s eyes focussed ahead as the pair sauntered through the halls, and Soap stopped outside the mess, Ghost’s boots screeching to a holt as he looked back at Soap’s disheartened smile.

“Never, Ghost. What’s gotten into you today? You seem-… Off.” Soap tried to word it as cautiously as possible, sliding the door open to the food hall and wasn’t surprised Ghost came thudding up behind him eagerly again. Ghost remained silent as he shadowed Soap around the kitchen, like a puppy curious of his master’s doings.

“Bad dream… Didn’t rest well” Ghost finally answered as he watched Soap stack a bunch of ingredients neatly on the bench, the same tired eyes flittering down to meet Soap’s sympathetic blues as he looked up.

“True? I’m sorry… Shoulda’ just come to my bunk… You know I don’t mind” Soap replied gently, offering a kind smile before turning his attention back to cutting board before him, starting to slice away at a few slabs of different cold meats.

“… You makin’ a slider?”

“Aye, want one?”

“Yeah…”. Ghost lowered his chin, resting it on top of Soap’s head making him scoff, shaking his head slightly as Ghost leant against his back, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, closing his eyes, and began to almost purr like a cat.

“Someone’s happy now..”

“Hungry… You cook good…” Ghost mumbled, still unmoving from his draped and perched position against Soap’s back and head.

“It’s a sandwich, mate. You can’t really fuck ‘em up”

“Ghost can-“

“That’s because I’ve seen what the slimy bastard puts on them- and it’s mostly just fuckin candy” Soap laughed, momentarily remembering some of the bio-hazards he’d walked in on the beastly creature consuming at his partner’s behest.

“I am not slimy.”. Soap froze when he felt Ghost’s hands slide up his thighs to grab his hips, eyes wide and breath hitched. Thick fingers dug into the corners of Soap’s hips, rubbing on the muscle clusters tightly making his thighs give slightly.

“Fuck- Ghost I was teasing”

“So are we…”. Soap whined softly, when he felt one of Ghost’s hands move lower, digging at his inner thigh, and the other ran up his side, pushing Soap down against the bench, essentially bending him over.

“Hey-! Listen to me—Not here, Ghost. Not here!” Soap hissed, but his commanding stature faltered quickly when he began to feel the tendrils coil and weave against his lower back.

This was the other dangerous situation Soap had to frequently account for. Ghost shared space with a monster. A monster that mirrored and desired anything and everything Ghost desired. At any given time, even especially on missions, Ghost wanted Soap. Ghost’s primal love language was physical touch, even if he’d never admit it, he needed to be as close to Soap as possible at all times. It drove Ghost mad when they’d have to split up. The further he was from Soap, the harder and more savage Ghost would writhe and tear at Ghost’s thoughts and desires. They’d nearly been caught half a dozen or more times out on the field or squashed in their tents from Ghost’s inability to understand the concept of ‘A Time and A Place’, trying to make up for those lost moments when Soap would have to move ahead without him.

For the most part Soap had gotten used to it, though it still caught him off guard when the titan would so suddenly and carefully loop his arms low at Soap’s hips, squeezing him back close into the bigger frame, inhaling Soap’s scent, face pressed deep into the crook of the Scott’s neck. It weakened him, unable to stop himself from crumbling in Ghost’s hands when he’d be handled and touched all over so intimately and feverously, like Ghost was making sure every part of him was still there. Then there was this; Ghost’s dominance and primal need for Soap being magnified a thousand fold under in the creature’s impulse. Ghost became the embodiment of his human host’s desires and thoughts- Feel It, Do It. Ghost had a childlike impulse to want to bite Soap on the jaw for no reason other than he thought Soap looked irresistible while he was mid story? Ghost would make him do it. The human no longer having any sort of impulse control- or control at all, now that it came to Soap.

“But we want you.”. Soap exhaled breathily at the duel toned click above his ear, biting his lip to suppress a moan as Ghost’s tongue coiled against his ear, the tendrils tightening and needling curiously beneath the edge of Soap’s jeans and shirt. Soap squeezed his eyes shut tight, legs already trembling feeling the cool, thin, tendrils wrap and weave their way down his thighs and rub against his briefs, barely fighting back another moan as the coiling viscerals at his core began to prod and taunt his chest.

“Ghost, please- fuck I want you too big boy, but I am begging you-“ Soap panted, having to quickly stifle himself with one hand, and clutched Ghost’s thick wrist at his hip with the other as the smooth, contorting liquid vines shamelessly coiled under the inner thigh of his briefs, running over and around Soap’s testicles like a curious snake.

“We can make it quick”.

Oh No-

Soap went to inhale in protest but it was too late. The coiling masses instantly got to work, pinching and twisting all over Soap’s core and chest, knowing full well his nipples were a key spot once he was aroused. Ghost’s hand at Soap’s hip sliding outward and under the muscle clad limb, lifting it gently, like he were going to put Soap’s knee on the countertop. Ghost leant down, fanged jaw opening slowly as he exhaled against the back of Soap’s neck, tongue and fang dripping saliva against Soap’s war-tanned skin. Soap tried to summon words- anything- to protest or at least get Ghost to shut the fucking door, but his mind was blank. His body a quivering mess as he knees started to give, panting like a wounded dog trying to keep himself conscious in his flustered state.

It was now that Ghost was ready to enjoy himself. The wickedly long tongue made a slow trail from the back of Soap’s neck to his throat, taking in every sweat dappled spot along the way as he bucked against Soap’s denim taught ass. A soft moan escaped him then, clutching the counter tightly as he was pushed forward with the beast’s grind. His hand fell away from his mouth to cling to the countertop only to have it covered by Ghost’s instead, two of his thick, taloned fingers pressing deep into Soap’s mouth with an amused purr, tilting Soap’s head back sharply to rest against his shoulder. Soap almost gagged when Ghost slid them in a little further, roaming and fingering at his tongue and cheeks like it was his first time looking inside a human’s mouth. A breathless moan fell out of Soap’s open mouth, saliva pooling and running from the edges of his lips with Ghost’s relentless prying.

“So pretty…”. A lusted and almost frightened whine rose up Soap’s throat, clutching Ghost’s forearm at his chest, managing to swallow the excess saliva around the thick fingers before panting softly, managing to regain some control of himself and started to suck and mouth on the claw tipped digits carefully, “Good boy…”. A shuddering, unintentional moan vibrated against Ghost’s fingers at the praise, Ghost had praised him on one of their first nights together, unexpectedly awakening something in Soap when the words were rattled against his ear when his man was balls deep inside him. Hearing them now from Ghost made his body ache and cock throb; Ghost of course feeling every inch of him pulse and weep with anticipation. His bodily extensions hadn’t relented for a moment, their autonomous prodding and torment almost driving Soap over the edge without trying. They wound and slowly milked Soap’s cock of its precum in his briefs, the torturous pleasure it brought him making Soap want to scream. He barely had a moment’s reprieve as the tentacles tormenting his cock stilled, only for the thin veins to begin to weave and stretch past his balls, and creep between his taut ass cheeks.

He yelped around Ghost’s fingers, eyes wide as he squirmed, grinding and rubbing the back of his hips against Ghost’s towering form behind him, trying to stop the erotic intrusion, but of course failed. Soap gasped sharply as Ghost slid his fingers free of Soap’s mouth, tongue retracting to lower his massive hand to Soap’s throat instead and squeezed the side’s gently making Soap groan in approval. Mouth still hung agape as he tongue lolled behind his lips, clinging to Ghost’s arms tightly as the main event started to get under way.

“Ghost… Please- I can’t take much more” Soap whimpered breathlessly, biting his lip hard to stay quiet as best he could as every slicked visor simultaneously continued in their task. Soap’s lip started to bleed as he bit down harder, starting to let sharp whines escape him more frequently now, unable to keep himself centred as his asshole was starting to be pried and taunted. Ghost’s eyes lidded, as he stared down at the tiny body in his massive hands, squirming uncontrollably to help spur his release.

“… Take all you can.” Was all Ghost breathed against Soap’s jaw as his frame consumed Soap tightly.

“Take all I can—I don’t—“ Soap’s already tired voice failed him in an instant. The squirming masses thrusting straight into his asshole. Soap’s jaw unhinged in a silent cry, tears instantly springing to the edge of his eyes, his nails cutting into Ghost’s arms as they retracted, only to slam back in. Soap’s body jolted upward with each hard reinsertion, his back arched to try and alleviate some of the pressure on his hips, Ghost simply hoisting Soap’s already elevated thigh higher, spreading his hole further making Soap want to scream as more of the visceral fingers slid their way inside to join the others. Soap perched on his toes, reaching up and hooked his arm tightly over the back of Ghost’s neck, clinging to him for dear life as his body continued to be abused. Soap’s panting was beginning to lace with moans and whines of approval, every jolting insertion swelling his core- or at least it felt like it. He clawed at Ghost’s wrist, shuddering as his throat was squeezed tighter, moaning hoarsely as the relentless warmth in his guts began to spread and pool in his aching cock. Soap was starting to ride the invasive tendrils now, the explicit feeling of such a creature filling every inch of him was becoming unbearable, he needed to cum, was in agony over it.

“You are so close… We can feel you clenching us… Sucking us in further, and further…” Ghost whispered against Soap’s ear, tongue curling against Soap’s jaw wickedly.

”So stop fucking around and let me…! You giant fucking tease!” Soap hissed, his entire face draped in lust, breathing as deep as his erotic high would let him, but then a guttural and desire thickened moan erupted from Soap’s mouth. Ghost knew exactly where Soap’s sweet spot was, able to fuck his man as long as he wanted, with all the right positions to kiss it just tenderly enough to make Soap come undone for hours- and then hard enough when he wanted to hear Soap cum like a demon. He had clearly privileged Ghost with this information, the fistful of tendrils beginning to hit Soap’s prostate with heavy and precise intent. Soap’s mind went blank as each hit began to blind him with white noise, Ghost’s hand locking around Soap’s throat tighter still, and began to slam him down to meet the invasive force. Soap’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he gasped sharply to keep air in his lungs, each thrust punching it free again.

“Cry for me…”. Soap craned his head to look up at the beast destroying him, his hand falling from Ghost’s neck to hold on to the razor toothed jaw, whining when his orgasm was now being fast spurred home.

“Ghost… Ghost…! Ghost…!!” Soap cried his name, love drunk, hooded eyes pleading up at the hulking creature, mouth gaping as his insides were punched harder and harder.

“For me, Johnny…”. A wild and lusted smile curled Soap’s lips as he panted heavily, cradling the beast’s muzzle to his face, licking Ghost’s fanged jaw tenderly.

“Si-…! Fuck—Simon!!”. Ghost tipped forward with a primal and beastial growl, pressing Soap onto the countertop and within moments it was over. Soap cried out in ecstasy, his whole body rigid with each throb of his orgasm, whining as the tendrils continued to slide in and out of his stretch and abused hole, though far more gently and delicately now, helping Soap ride out his high while the other coiled fingers milked him dry. Soap shivered with every exhale, his hips and lower back aching as the adrenal high started to come down. He struggled to keep himself standing, whining as his overstimulated body was slowly released by the swirling mass of tendril fingers, slumping to the floor in a spent heap.

“… Are you alright?”. Soap was exhausted, he barely had the strength to open his eyes and look back at his masked partner knelt behind him as Ghost shrugged off his jacket to wrap it over Soap’s shoulders, “I tried not to let him get carried away…”

“Hate to say it, L.T- but you failed” Soap panted through a pained chuff of laughter, leaning against the cupboards as he winced, a hand snapping to his lower back.

“John-..”

“I feel like I’ve been fucked by a horse” Soap groaned in agony, Ghost’s eyes riddled with guilt as he took Soap’s hand and carefully helped him up to his feet, glancing to the counter and sheer mess they’d caused.

“… You still what something to eat?”

“Fuck no… I’ve never felt so full in all my fuckin life- just get me to bed, I’m gonna’ need a hell of a nap to shake this off”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be- We should do that more often” Soap grinned up at his masked lover, Ghost blinking in surprise at how quickly Soap was bouncing back after being railed harder than he thought was possible for any human to handle, “If you could just be more involved next time- that’d be swell”. Ghost’s cheeks reddened beneath the mask, quick to help Soap balance when he tried to walk and he knees started to give.

“He really overdid it, you can barely stand-“

“And it was awesome. Just because I’m legless doesn’t mean I’m mad about it, fuck, love- enjoy the site of it while it lasts” Soap teased, but Ghost hardly looked convinced, “You really feel that bad? You can fuck me better than he did, alright? It’s a win-win all round” Soap grinned, and Ghost rolled his eyes.

-He liked it rough… We should do it again.. Next time with food. I wonder what he tastes like doused in chocolate-- -

“Ghost-“ The masked figure warned his inner voice angrily. Soap blinking watching Ghost snap at himself, snickering before laughing warmly causing Ghost to blink, wrapping his arm low around Soap’s waist as they headed out of the mess.

“Our boy already planning round two then? Well go on- What’s he want?” Soap laughed in curiosity at Ghost’s embarrassment, the masked figured sighing tiredly with a shake of his head, eyes lidded as he returned to his usual stoic and unimpressed state.

“You two will be the death of me...”

-… Most likely.-.

“Bring it on..”.

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