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fixfoxnox · 7 months

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Taking Care of His Alphas

Summary: A bad rut hits three members of the 141 rather suddenly and with no omegas around to help them out, their captain volunteers to help them through it.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Non-traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Poly 141, Gaz/Price, Soap/Price, Ghost/Price, Anal sex, blow jobs, degradation, praise, aftercare, alpha price, alpha soap, alpha gaz, alpha ghost

Word Count: 7k

Note: For @brandumus

A rather violent snarl ripped through the room when Ghost’s hand landed on the back of Price’s neck. It was pure instinct that had pulled it from Price’s throat, the touch of another alpha against his skin in a rather firm and determined push immediately put him on the defense. Of course, it wasn’t a good move considering the rest of the alphas in the little room were also deep in their ruts and hardly able to control themselves.

Ghost gave a harsh growl in return, his grip tightening on Price’s throat before he shoved him down, forcing his face into the pillows even as Price struggled against his hold. Price might have been their leader, but he’d all but submitted himself to his team already, meaning that despite his struggling and snapping, he was fully confident in himself as he pressed Price further into the bed.

After a short moment of struggle, Ghost was able to move Price so that his legs were spread wide and his ass was pressed right against Ghost’s aching crotch. There was another struggle as Ghost ran a hand over Price’s exposed ass, squeezing and scratching as he liked. “Would you,” Ghost gave another harsh growl before tightening his grip around Price’s neck and digging his thumb right into the older man’s scent gland. The effect was immediate, with Price giving an apologetic whimper and practically melting into the bed, completely lax. “That’s fucking it.”

“All that struggle,” Gaz gave a chuckle from his place near the door and he was quick to cross the room to stand in front of Price and stroke carefully over his face, “You told us we could do this captain, don’t act like you don’t want it too.” His voice was strained and dropped low into something that spoke volumes about the control he was exhibiting despite the situation. He made a point not to touch Price too much.

Soap didn’t seem to pick up on the same dynamic that Gaz did, so when he stepped close to Price, he didn’t hesitate before laying a hand flat on Price’s back and feeling bolding along his skin, his hand tracing down toward Price’s ass. He didn’t make it far before he had Ghost’s hand slapped his hand away with a harsh growl. He responded with a threatening step forward, his own thick scent permeating the air as he growled back at Ghost. The two had a momentary stand-off before Soap finally took a step back, a low grumble in his throat.

Just like Price and Ghost, Soap and Gaz were filling the room with a thick and heady scent from their ruts, it wasn’t intentional in the slightest, but they were all desperate and too far gone to even try to control themselves. Ghost was already digging his nails into Price’s skin, trying to keep himself under control at least enough to not hurt his captain too much, but with the scent of the other three alphas it was horribly difficult. They were all struggling with the lack of omegas to help them care for themselves, which was how they ended up in this situation.

“The slick,” Ghost growled after a moment, “bring me the slick, I need to get my cock in him before I tear someone's throat out.” The words pulled a low growl from Price that was quickly turned into a whimper with another press of Ghost’s thumb against his scent gland. “Now,” he growled out, nearly snapping at Soap again.

Soap looked like an over-eager puppy as he scrambled across the room to grab the bottle of artificial slick from one of the tables in the small room. He rushed it back to Ghost quickly, popping the cap for the man and pouring a generous amount into his free hand. “I’ve got to see this, see how well he can take it.”

Soap positioned himself beside Ghost, where he would have a good view as Ghost began pushing Price’s cheeks apart to gain access to his begging hole. “He’ll take it,” Ghost said simply as he began spreading some of the artificial slick around Price’s hole, pressing his fingers against him in a way that was quick to have Price squirming.

“Stop moving,” Gaz grabbed a handful of Price's hair and tugged, forcing the man to look up at him as he gave a predatory grin, “be good for your alphas, yeah?” The words pulled a groan from all three of the other men in the room and set Price’s face to a blushing red color.

“Fuck,” Soap breathed the word out at the same time that Ghost groaned, both of them watching as the tip of Ghost's finger sank into Price’s hole. Price gave another squirm and a slight pant as Ghost continued pressing forward, slowly working his finger inside of him until he was practically into the knuckle. “Fuck look at that, taking it so fucking well.”

“He’s gonna be perfect with my knot in him,” Ghost gave a low growl and started to work his finger in and out of Price’s hole, stretching him open as best as he could for the moment. It wasn’t long before Price was burying his face into the pillow, muffling his groans and grunts as Ghost started to work a second finger inside of him.

The scent of rut filling the room continued to grow and, with it, each of the men grew more desperate. Soap and Gaz were both still clothed when they’d started, but soon they were each shedding the material, the heat of the rut making it nearly too much on their skin. Soap was the first to break and wrap a hand around his cock, a desperate gasp leaving his lips as he worked his heated length with his hand, desperate for something to take the edge off.

At Price’s continued groans and moans, Ghost started to work his fingers inside of him faster. He curled them against the other man’s walls and scissored him open slowly, trying to stretch him enough that he’d be able to take Ghost’s cock well enough. “Think he needs a third,” Soap panted after a moment, “You’re a bit bigger than that LT.”

Ghost gave a grumbled laugh and leaned forward to drape himself over Price’s back, “Hear that cap?” He slowly started to work a third finger inside of him, pulling desperate pants from Price’s throat, his hips trying to work back against Ghost’s fingers. “Soap’s right, I am bigger than this,” he stretched his fingers inside of him, making Price moan at the feeling, “think you can take that? Or am I gonna have to stretch you open like the pitiful little toy you are?”

Price’s hips jerked against the bed at the words, pulling a laugh from the other three men in the room. He barely managed to look up enough to see that Gaz was now also touching himself, his hard cock only inches from Price’s face. For a moment, Price wanted to lean forward and take him into his mouth, a part of him desperate to please. The alpha in him, the one that was both dissatisfied with the situation and all too pleased at once, stopped him.

“Think he liked that,” Gaz gave Price another one of his wicked grins. “That’s probably why he volunteered for this, ey? Just wants to be a little toy for his boys.”

“He’s certainly a pretty little toy,” Ghost leaned down to lick and nip at Price’s shoulder, groaning at the taste of the heated skin against his tongue. “So perfect for us.”

“Perfect for his alphas,” Soap agreed, tilting his head back with a loud groan. “My cock is gonna feel so good inside of him,” he stumbled forward a slight bit only to freeze as Ghost snarled at him again, his teeth bared as a hint of the feral side of his rut-tinted heat seemed to fill the air.

Ghost snapped at him again and Soap, with a near-feral snap of his own, obediently stepped back again. “You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Ghost guided his hand on Price’s neck down his back slowly, his fingers still curling and fucking into Price with a near-deadly precision. Despite his slight squirms, all of the other alphas in the room could smell the arousal flooding off of Price’s body, making their own cocks feel that much harder.

Gaz tugged at Price’s hair for a moment, a toothy grin on his face. It exposed his sharp canines and, for one delirious moment, Price felt the nearly overwhelming urge to have those teeth buried in his neck. “You want Ghost’s cock? C’mon captain, we need to hear it.”

Price gritted his teeth, the prideful part of him still resisting just a bit. Of course, he’d volunteered for this, but in the midst of such an intense oncoming rut, it had been difficult enough to make himself offer it once. Now his boys wanted to hear it again and the part of himself that had already been lost to the pleasure of Ghost’s fingers buried inside of him was begging him to just speak.

Ghost gave a cruel twist of his fingers, slowly ramping his movements up in intensity as he continued fucking in and out of Price with harsh and quick movements. Every brush of his fingers seemed to light his nerves on fire and send a pool of liquid hot arousal flushing through his veins. He wanted more. He wanted to help his boys so bad he nearly ached with it.

“Fucking get to it,” he finally managed to snap after his moment. His voice came out as more of a harsh growl than the usual tone he would use with the team. Ghost’s fingers tightened against his neck and he bit back another whimper as Gaz gave a mocking sort of laugh to him.

“Oh c’mon cap,” he forced Price’s head up, making him meet his eyes, “don’t act like you don’t want this too. Say it a bit nicer, yeah?” Price could feel his entire body go hot at the words and he resisted the urge to growl and snap as his body ached. Part of him wanted to shove Ghost to the bed and just take what he wanted from the man. He was their leader, it would be within his rights, but more than anything he just wanted to take care of his boys.

Through gritted teeth, he tried again, “Fuck me.” There was a pause as Gaz raised an eyebrow at him and Soap gave an amused snicker. “Please.”

“Atta boy,” Ghost shoved his face back into the bed and slowly started to pull his fingers out of Price’s ass, pulling a whimper from his lips. “Was that so hard?” He gave a quick slap to Price’s ass, sending him jerking forward so that his face rutted up against Gaz’s cock for a moment as all three of the men laughed at the movement.

Gaz was still steadily stroking his cock and for a long moment, Price found himself captivated by the sight of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock and the beginning signs of a knot forming at the base. Of course, he knew that the knot wouldn’t pop and actually give Gaz release until he finished inside of someone, in this case, that someone being him.

“Fuck, this’ll be good.” Price didn’t have time to question what Soap’s words meant before there was the sensation of cool slick sliding between his cheeks and being worked over the rim of his hole, pulling embarrassed moans from his throat. After several moments, the sensation went away and when he turned his head to look back at what Ghost was doing, he got to watch as the fake slick poured over Ghost’s cock followed by Ghost wrapping a hand around himself to begin spreading the slick over his hard cock.

He wasn’t allowed to watch for long as soon enough Gaz was tugging him to face forward again and beginning to rut his cock over Price’s face without giving him a chance to even think. Price found that with Gaz’s cock pressed against his face, the scent of his sergeant seemed to overwhelm him and, with the slow press of Ghost’s cock against his hole, he could feel his mind growing a bit fuzzy.

He gave a choked-out gasp as Ghost slipped the head of his cock inside of him, just the head already stretching him a bit more than Ghost’s fingers had been able to do. “Warned ya he was fuckin’ big,” Soap teased, a feral grin on his face as he worked his hand over his cock quickly, his eyes dead focused on watching Ghost’s cock slowly disappear inside of his captain.

With another slow press of Ghost’s hips, Price’s mouth fell open, a moan spilling from his lips. Ghost stretched him so well and the feeling of the other alpha pressing inside of him was like a pleasure he’d never experienced before. Of course, he was desperate to sate his own rut, but the feeling was like something else entirely.

The slowly combining scents of all of the alphas in the room was nearly maddening and aside from Price’s moans and whimpers as Ghost slowly bottomed out inside of him, the only other noises in the room were the steadily growing huffs and rumbles from the three alphas as they not only watched, but heard and smelt Price’s enjoyment of the cock inside of him.

Once Ghost’s cock was fully seated inside of Price, there was a pause. Both Price and Ghost were panting messes and neither Gaz nor Soap could draw their eyes away from the two men. Price felt that he could hardly think, with every shift of Ghost’s cock inside of him his mind seemed to leave him further. It was hard to focus on anything other than the feeling and the shocks of pleasure it seemed to hit him with.

“How’s he feel LT?”

Ghost gave a slow groan before beginning to pull his hips back slowly, “Fucking phenomenal.” He didn’t allow hardly any time before he was slamming his cock back inside of Price’s tight heat.

It was like once he’d started truly fucking Price, he couldn’t stop. There was no time to adjust, no time to prepare himself, just the rough fucking and scratching of an alpha trying to satiate their rut in whatever way possible. It left Price unable to do anything other than take the sudden and near-overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into him.

Every slide of Ghost’s thick cock inside of Price drove the entire group further into the cloud of lust and need that had formed over them. Price could feel every line of Ghost’s cock inside of him, rubbing deliciously against his walls and brushing against a spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. The pleasure of it was building inside of him and left him to grip tight to the sheets of the bed they were on for some sort of grounding as it became harder and harder to remember that this was just supposed to be for his team. He shouldn’t have been enjoying himself as much as he so clearly was.

Ghost’s fingers were digging into his neck and hips, strong enough that he was sure he’d at the very least have light bruises marring his skin by the time that they finished. The thought pulled a moan from his lips, a noise that he was quick to muffle into his skin as Ghost continued fucking into Price with a near-feral energy.

Seconds later Price could feel additional hands on his skin, immediately he knew that they belonged to Soap. The hands were overeager and grabby, touching any piece of skin available and pinching and squeezing as he pleased. The contrast between Ghost’s bruising touch, Soap’s eager exploration, and Gaz’s cock still brushing against Price’s face was nearly overwhelming.

The scent of Alpha that seemed to permeate the room was strong and while it would normally have caused Price’s hackles to rise, in that moment all that it made him want to do was submit himself further, to allow his boys to use him however they needed. To be good for his alphas.

“Fuck,” Ghost gave another growl before leaning down to begin licking and nipping across Price’s skin. Price could understand his sudden desperate and erratic movements as he felt the beginnings of Ghost’s knot forming and pressing right up against his aching hole. It felt so fucking good rutting up against the rim of his hole, slowly stretching him further to accommodate his knot and keep him plugged up just perfectly for the man behind him.

“Gonna take Ghost’s knot?” Gaz spoke the words with a low rumble, his eyes glinting with delight as they locked on to the sight of Ghost’s knot just on the verge of slipping inside of his captain. “Gonna let him fuck it into you? Fill you up nice and proper?” All of the men gave a groan at the words and Price could feel as nails dug into his skin, scratching and leaving more desperate marks in their wake.

Ghost was too far gone to even speak, the only things falling from his lips being grunts and growls as he fucked wildly into Price’s waiting hole. Price could do nothing but take it with desperate whines. It wouldn’t be long for him or Ghost, he could tell by the way that his body was beginning to shake and the ever-increasing growls from Ghost seemed to echo around the room.

Suddenly, Ghost’s hand on the back of his neck shifted, sliding around his skin until he could wrap his hand tight around Price’s neck and yank him up onto his knees. Price could feel Ghost’s body pressed against his back and the tight grip that Ghost had on his throat made him keen, pleasure tightening in his gut and threatening to send him toppling forward if Ghost hadn’t had such a good grasp on his throat.

Ghost held Price tightly, keeping him close to his body as his free hand wrapped around Price’s cock to begin working him over in tight quick strokes. The effect was immediate, Price’s body shaking as pleasure wound tighter and tighter before finally snapping, forcing him to send ropes of cum splashing onto the bed in front of him. It was a temporary relief from the pure heat of his rut.

There were several moments where Ghost continued fucking into Price’s lax body, slowly fucking him full of his knot in a way that had Price’s still-hard cock twitching. Another few thrusts and Price could feel Ghost shove himself as deep as he could go, his knot locking him snugly in place as warm cum seemed to fill his insides.

It took several moments for Price to realize what was happening around him after Ghost’s knot popped, the sensation of being so full and having another alpha’s knot inside of him made him feel oddly good. Oddly powerful.

When he did realize, it was because of a low groan spilling from Soap’s lips as he came over his fist, his cock still rock hard as well. One look at Gaz told Price that his sergeant had finished as well, but similar to Soap was still so far in his rut that even the temporary relief wasn’t good enough. Price felt lucky, unlike them his rut wasn’t so strong, merely a temporary thing brought on by the presence of the other alphas, he could deal with his own pleasure, but he knew they wouldn’t make it through this rut without something to bury their knots into and there had been no omegas available to the team. It was why he was here, with Ghost’s knot buried deep inside of him.

There were several moments of silence that fell over the group, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. None of them spoke, Price wasn’t sure what he would say if he did speak. He was letting his boys lead this, they didn’t need an alpha in charge of them at the moment, they needed someone to submit to them, so that's exactly what Price was doing.

It wasn’t until Ghost’s knot started going down that words were finally exchanged between the three members of the team.

“Alright,” Ghost ran an almost soothing hand down Price’s back as he helped carefully lower him down to the bed. A part of Price hated how gentle Ghost was being, it was like the man thought he needed to take care of him and the alpha in him despised that. But the larger part of him nearly preened at the soft attention. “Which one of you is taking him next?”

Soap nearly jumped at the words, scrambling forward quickly, “Me!”

“Absolutely not,” Gaz was quick to reach forward and grab Soap’s arm, yanking him away from Price. Soap gave a growl and was quick to try and yank himself out of Gaz’s grasp. For a short moment, there was a scuffle between the two, each of them snapping, growling, and scratching at each other, fighting for the opportunity to stick their cocks inside of Price first. It was only as the fighting grew worse between them that Price knew someone would need to step in. He could have his sergeants tearing themselves apart like this, no matter how harsh their rut was at the moment.

“Ghost,” he gave a slow gasp as Ghost slowly pulled his cock from inside of him. His knot wasn’t down all the way, but it went down enough that he could pull out, sending a gush of faux slick and cum dripping down Price’s thighs. For a moment, Price couldn’t remember what he was going to tell Ghost. Luckily for him, Ghost seemed to understand.

“I’m on it.” He stood up from the bed and with a quick move he reached into the tangle of limbs that was Gaz and Soap and yanked them apart. Immediately, the two’s yowling turned to him, rage painting their faces at being restrained. Ghost was quick to cower them with a rough grip and a low warning rumble in his chest. “Stop fighting, you look like children.”

He tossed the two apart, making sure to place himself between them so they wouldn’t try anything. Despite now being separated, the two were still glaring at one another, low threatening growls emanating from them as a dangerous scent filled the room. With the two so deep in their ruts it was no surprise they were being so harsh with one another. Ghost gave another quick snap of his teeth to get them quiet, his scent easily overpowering them to assert his dominance in the moment.

“Gaz will take Price next,” Ghost declared. Immediately Soap started complaining, but it was quickly shut down with another low growl from Ghost. “He’s got seniority over you, he takes Price next and you’ll wait your turn.” It was clear Soap wanted to argue, but with another harsh look from Ghost, he was quick to lower his head and give in to the older man’s commands. “Get to it, Sergeant.”

Gaz didn’t hesitate before moving to the bed, a downright predatory look in his eyes as he observed the slick and cum already dripping from Price’s hole. Price had stayed on his hands and knees where Ghost had placed him, assuming that was how the others would want him just as well. He was wrong.

“Gonna feel so good around my knot Captain.” In one quick move, Gaz had shoved Price over onto his back and started to crawl between his legs. His hands were moving in a slow crawl up Price’s bare legs, stopping to squeeze and grip his thighs with twinkling eyes. After a moment, he darted down, licking and sucking at the skin of Price’s inner thighs.

A short gasp escaped Price’s lips at the sensation, his body twitching as his hard cock brushed against Gaz’s face. A moment later and his sergeant had a hand wrapped around his cock, giving careful tight strokes over the heated skin. Price was still desperately sensitive from Ghost fucking into him so roughly, so when Gaz snuck his other hand from Price’s thigh between his legs to begin prodding and teasing at his hole, he nearly jerked out of the younger man’s grasp with the force of the pleasure that hit him.

He squirmed under the touch of both of Gaz’s hands, begs and small weak pleas for more leaving his lips as Gaz only continued to kiss at his leg as he tortured him with slow deliberate touches. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” Gaz muttered the words against his skin, and Price nearly shook at the way they seemed to overwhelm him. He let his head fall back against the bed, his hands reached out for any sort of purchase. He found himself gripping Gaz’s shoulder tight, trying to tug and yank at the younger man so he would just get to it and finally fuck him like he so clearly wanted to.

His nails sunk into Gaz’s shoulders as his sergeant finally slipped a finger inside of him, working it him in a similar way that Ghost had. It wasn’t necessary, he was already well stretched and ready to take Gaz whenever Gaz was ready. It was all a tease, a way for Gaz to draw out the interaction and drive him further into his own pleasure. It was near torturous, though Price did have to applaud his sergeant’s self-control in the face of such an intense rut.

“Gaz,” he gasped for a moment, arching up into the hand against his cock as the younger man tightened his grip and began to work him over slightly faster, building him to an early release. “Kyle,” he tried again, “fuck, fuck, you need to- oh!” His mouth fell open as Gaz added another finger inside of him, causing his legs to twitch just a bit more. Gaz managed to pin him down with his arms, a smug grin on his face as he looked up at Price’s blissed-out face and met his eyes.

Cool embarrassment ran down Price’s spine and he could feel his body flush with a wave of heat. In an attempt to save himself from any mortification over his desperation, he let his head fall to the side, diverting his attention from Gaz and instead to where Ghost and Soap were watching the two, their hands wrapped around their own cocks.

Ghost had moved to a seat across the room, draping himself into it lazily as he worked his cock with slow and steady pumps, his eyes focused in on where Gaz’s fingers disappeared between Price’s cheeks. Soap was a different story.

Soap looked more desperate than he had earlier, and it was clear to see that his rut was getting to him badly now. His cock was flushed and red, the beginnings of his knot peeking out at the base. He was stroking himself furiously, his eyes raking over Price’s body with an intensity that spoke to the hunger in his eyes and the near-feral way that he was touching himself. He met Price’s eyes and gave him a toothy grin, showing off the sharp canines in his mouth in a way that was a mix of a predatory snarl and an anger-filled growl.

Price wondered for a moment if Soap would be able to make it until it was his turn or if the rut would overwhelm his mind and force him to take action and try to take his place inside of Price. For a moment, Price’s mind conjured images of Gaz and Soap snarling at each other as they tried to bully their cocks into him at the same time. The mental image pulled a near-pornographic moan from his mouth as his eyes stayed focused on Soap’s desperate face.

Suddenly there was a stinging pain in his leg, sending a quick yelp from his mouth as he turned to growl at the man responsible for the sudden pain. Gaz didn’t seem at all affected by his angered growl, quickly giving one of his own in return as he pulled his teeth from Price’s leg, a pretty indentation of his mouth left on Price’s skin where he’d bitten.

He rose from between Price’s legs, removing his hands from where they’d been torturing the captain to instead grip at his hips and yank him down the bed until his hard cock was pressed against Price’s ass. He took a few moments, rutting against him as his hands fumbled with the bottle of faux slick that Ghost had left on the bed. “I’m fucking you right now,” he spoke, his voice lowered into something harsh and desperate. He let some of the slick spill down onto his cock before wrapping a hand around himself to spread the substance with a pleased hiss. “I’m fucking you, not Soap. You pay attention to me.”

With those words, he yanked Price closer, slinging one of his legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder before pushing the head of his cock into Price’s waiting hole. The combination of the manhandling and jealousy had Price feeling almost weak, with a strong desire to just fully submit to the man slowly sliding his cock inside of him crashing over him in waves. He wanted more. He wanted to belong to the other alphas in the room completely and utterly.

Gaz’s grip on Price’s legs tightened as he bottomed out, his hips never stopping as he continued with slow shallow thrusts of his hips that had Price clawing at his back in desperation, the short bursts of pleasure running down his legs like electricity. “Fuck,” Gaz tilted his head forward with a moan, his chest heaving with the effort it took to hold himself back from just violently fucking into Price how he so desperately wanted to.

“Feels fucking perfect, doesn’t he?” Ghost chimed in, his hand still keeping a steady pressure on his cock. Price keened at his words, the praise sending a pleased tingle down his spine.

“Like he was made for me,” Gaz confirmed. Another pleased groan left his lips as he started fucking Price in earnest, pulling his hips back just to slam back into him over and over again. Price’s eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling, his nails digging into Gaz’s skin, scratching long lines onto his back as his legs began to shake and pleasure pooled so strongly at his gut.

Price could hear Soap give a groan from his place next to the bed and based on the scent that was flooding through the room it was clear he was growing impatient. He could hear the breathed-out call of, “fuck,” from the sergeant as Gaz continued to mercilessly plow into Price’s hole, groaning and growling as he did.

Gaz was less violent than Ghost was, but he was no less talented with his thick cock, fucking Price nice and deep with every thrust and refusing to slow, even as his knot swelled and began making it harder to fully fuck into Price at the pace that he’d set.

The feeling of Gaz’s thick knot moving in and out of his hole for several moments was enough to have him spilling again, cum splashing onto his stomach as his mind went blissfully blank for several moments, still too overwhelmed with the continued sensations of Gaz fucking into him to fully return to itself.

“Fuck,” Gaz gave a choked-out groan, his knot catching on Price’s hole and finally locking him fully inside. He didn’t stop fucking Price, not yet, he just kept moving as much as he could. He ran a hand down Price’s face, admiring the lost and desperate look that his captain wore, “I think I fucked his brains out.” Those words pulled a laugh from Ghost and a pleased groan from Soap.

“Hurry the fuck up, would you?” Soap bit out at Gaz, spilling over his fist for the second time of the night, “I’m going to lose it.” His accent sounded extra thich in the moments and Price could barely focus enough to decipher the words for several moments. Luckily Gaz understood him just fine and gave a pleasure-filled laugh in response as he continued pounding his cock into Price.

“Don’t worry,” he assured Soap, his eyes turning back to examine Price, “I won’t be- fuck, won’t last much longer.”

He leaned down then, pressing one of Price’s legs close to his chest in a good stretch, all so that he could let his mouth taste exposed skin. After a moment he let himself press his and Price’s lips together, forcing Price to accept his invading tongue, and the sting of his teeth nipped at his lips. Price gave in rather quickly, allowing Gaz his control and giving a little whimper in return. The noise was enough to send Gaz’s hips stuttering and cum to begin to spill into Price’s waiting hole.

“Holy fuck,” Gaz buried his face into Price’s shoulder, gripping tight to him as he slowly rocked his hips through his orgasm. Price couldn’t say anything, his body feeling alight with warmth as he felt the success of taking care of another one of his boys flooding between his legs.

Things were quiet for a moment as Price and Gaz stayed where they were. Gaz’s face was buried in Price’s neck and it only took the older man a moment to realize that the other was taking slow deep breaths of his scent. It only took him another moment to realize that Gaz was also rubbing his cheek against his face slowly and his hands up and down his legs, subtly scenting him. He knew he shouldn’t have let him, but a part of him deep down was pleased with it, so he said nothing and just let it continue as Gaz’s knot began to slowly soften.

Gaz wasn’t even able to pull out yet when Soap decided that he was done waiting. His scent was thick and made even more prevalent when he took a handful of Price’s hair and used it to bring his face flush to his crotch. It was thick and heady and Price gave a harsh whine as it overwhelmed his senses.

“Be gentle now mate,” Gaz reminded Soap, his hands stroking lightly over Price’s hips. He hadn’t bothered to take his face out of Price’s neck and instead had just peeked up at the other man. “Don’t want to break him.”

“No,” Soap agreed, slowly rutting his cock over Price’s cheek, “I just want to use his mouth until you can get out of him. Fuck,” he gave a low growl and took himself in his freehand, guiding the tip of his cock to Price’s lips, “C’mon, help me out here.”

“Open up for your alpha,” Ghost called from the other side of the room. Price couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the amusement in his voice. “Suck him off like a good boy.”

“Yeah,” Gaz agreed, burying his face back into Price’s neck. Price could feel his grin against his skin, “Open up for your alpha. You’re meant to please us aren’t you?”

Price took only a moment before slowly letting his lips fall open, allowing Soap to begin rutting the tip of his swollen cock against Price’s tongue. Price moaned at the taste, but that was soon muffled as Soap used his hand in his hair to guide him down onto his cock, forcing him to take his length further into his mouth, further and further until he was nudging into the back of Price’s throat and forcing him to gag around the length of him. He was quick to pull back after that, but it didn’t stop him from creating a slow rhythm, fucking Price’s mouth with desperate moans, his grip in his captain’s hair almost bruising.

“Look at that,” Ghost cooed, “he’s fucking drooling.”

True enough, there was spit dripping down Price’s chin as his mouth was used, saliva forming to create a nice slide over his tongue and to his throat. He was doing what he could, sucking and swirling his tongue around Soap’s length, but the majority of it was Soap himself guiding the movement. “He’s fucking good at this,” he groaned and tightened his grip on Price’s hair, forcing him to move faster on his cock. “Could knot his fucking mouth.”

Gaz gave a laugh at those words, “Best not mate, besides I’m almost there, just a few more moments.” He turned to coo at Price after those words, rutting his hips and still swollen knot into him again, forcing a moan from his lips. The moan was quick to have Soap doubling over, the vibrations from it sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

“Trying to make me knot his fucking mouth,” Soap growled out, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again.

“Nah,” Gaz started to slowly pull himself out of Price’s tight warmth, his knot just down enough to allow him to pull out with a pop, his own cum leaking from between Price’s legs. He was quick to reach down and swipe through the mess, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean as he moved out from between Price’s thighs and toward the other side of the room to join Ghost. “He’s all yours, mate.”

Price could hear the pleased growl that Soap gave at those words and when his mouth was pulled roughly away from Soap’s cock, he could see the look in the others eyes and he knew that he was certainly in for it. Of course, he’d expected at least one of the boys to be this far gone when he finally got to them, but knowing that and seeing and smelling it were two different things.

Soap grabbed tight to one of Price’s legs, using it to drag him down to the edge of the bed and flip him to his stomach, forcing him to bend over the very edge. His hands ran down Price’s spine, pulling a shiver from his body before, rather suddenly, Soap shoved his cock inside of Price with one harsh thrust.

The move sent twin groans echoing around the room and, before he even had a chance to adjust to Soap inside of him, Soap was fucking into him with a harsh pace. The sound of skin slapping skin seemed to echo around the room violently and Price could do nothing but take it.

Soap wrapped a hand in Price’s hair, gripping it tight and yanking his head back so he could drape himself across his back and bury his face into his neck. Feral growls escaped his lips with every thrust of his hips and the sound of them right in his ear seemed to make Price’s mind go blank and his knees grow weak with desire. It felt so fucking good.

Soap was hitting deep inside of him with every thrust, nailing a spot inside of him that had his entire body going weak and an undignified moan forced from his lips. “Yes, fuck, Soap! Again, there ag- fuck!”

He’d always been good at following instructions, and he proved that now, nailing that spot over and over and forcing Price’s mouth to fall open, steady moans pulling from his throat as he lost any and all semblance of control that he held. Gone was the embarrassment, gone was the hesitation. All that was left was the strong desire to submit.

Begs and pleas spilled from his lips, pulling delighted laughs and moans from the men around the room, devious grins on their faces as they enjoyed the sight of Soap turning their captain into nothing more than a doll for their pleasure.

“Our fucking omega, isn’t that right?” Soap growled at one point, a wicked grin on his face. Price didn’t answer at first, unable to form words around the assault on his senses. Soap fixed that with a quick slap to his ass, “Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes!” Price responded, his voice weak and his mind too far gone to realize what he was saying or doing. “Your omega! Yours!” And, to prove it, he bared his mating gland to the men, offering himself up to be taken and mated. Truly made theirs.

Nothing stopped, Soap kept fucking Price and Gaz and Ghost kept watching. They all knew that Price didn’t know what he was doing offering himself up like that. They had no intention of taking advantage of their captain like that, not when he’d already done so much for them. Not when he’d already submitted to them just for them to make it through their rut.

“God,” Soap’s hips began to stutter, “I’m going to- fuck!” Without warning, he finished. The last of the alpha’s knots finally fit snugly in place as he spilled his seed inside of his captain. Of course, for several long moments, he was overwhelmed with the pleasure and unable to do anything, but soon he was slouching forward and wrapping an arm around Price’s waist so that he could reach his hard cock.

He wrapped his hand around Price and gave several tight quick jerks, rather quickly working Price to his third finish of the night and forcing him to spill onto the bed beneath his hips. Soap groaned as the move forced Price to clench around his cock, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Price was still too far gone, exhaustion and the comedown of an overwhelming high pulling at his bones and forcing his eyes to go heavy. He gave a dissatisfied groan when he was moved off of the bed, but it wasn’t too much of an issue as he was carefully positioned so that he had his legs around Soap’s waist as the other carried him into the restroom to begin cleaning what he could from between his legs and off of his skin.

Price said nothing as this was happening. He just rested his head on Soap’s shoulder and tried not to blush as the scot muttered words of praise into his ear as he cleaned him. Mutters of how well he’d done, how good of a captain he was, how good he felt. It all rushed through him with a pleasant warmth that made him feel even closer to passing out.

Soon enough, Soap finished cleaning between his legs and picked him up to bring him back into the room. Even in his addled state, Price could tell that Gaz and Ghost had changed the sheets on the bed. So when he was pulled under the covers of the clean sheets, he felt even warmed. His alphas were so good to him. They were taking care of him so well.

He was still wrapped up in Soap’s arms, but soon he could feel someone else wrap their arms around him from behind. It only took a moment for Price to identify it as Gaz by his scent. Then there was someone lying on top of him, providing a comforting weight as his eyes began to droop even lower. That weight was clearly Ghost and Price found himself all too pleased to have all three of his alphas wrapped around him at once.

“Did so good for us, Cap.” Gaz pressed a kiss to Price’s skin and Price gave a contented sigh in return.

“Took care of my alphas?” His mind was already drifting off to sleep.

“You did,” Ghost confirmed, “took care of us so well, love. Just perfect.”

Price’s breathing evened out. His mind drifted away into rest, with his last thought being that he was so glad that he was the one to take care of his boys.

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Pack 141 - Fae!Soap Headcanons

Tags: monster au, Fae!Soap, poly 141, sfw, fluff, general lore, Soap's mom? for a minute at least, fae lore I roughly researched.

-Soap's mother was a stubborn and superstitious woman. When her baby boy was born with a caul over his face, her heart seized with dread. She had been told stories, how it was lucky to have a child able to see beyond the veil. How the caul signified a great power, coveted by the people of the forest. Her only babe, marked as Fae.

-They would come for her child, steal him in the night and replace him with another. And it would be a cold day in hell before Jill Mactavish let anything touch her son.

-She slept with the bundle clutched tightly in her arms, refusing to sleep until she left the hospital. Left him wrapped snugly to her front as she hammered iron railroad spikes into the corners of her property; hung horseshoes above her doors, sprinkled fine lines of salt around every doorway and window of her home.

-She thought it had worked. At least for a while. But the Fae are persistent if nothing else. Jill began to notice strange flowers pop up around the foundation of her home, odd tapping rhythms heard in the night. Would she know? Would she know if the lamb in her arms was replaced with another?

-She was so exhausted, worn thin from paranoia. Yet Jill Mactavish was no quitter. Under the light of a pale full moon she marched to the edge of her property. Her blue eyed bundle cooing and gumming happily at his fingers as he wriggled against her chest. With a final look to the boy she faced the forest with a stern resolve, “You won't take him! But I'll share him! Leave us be or help me raise him right!”

-The winds rustled, branches creaking ominously. Leaves gathered and spun into a tornado of color in the chill autumn air. Jill would freeze in place as the leaves fell away, revealing an ethereally beautiful creature before her. All high cheekbones and sharp eyes surrounded by inky black sclera.

-Ordinarily the Fae would swap out changelings, snag the babe once it was the right size and replace it with one of their own. Considering the wee one was already Touched….perhaps a swap would be unnecessary. Human mother's were coveted. The milk of human kindness and all that, and the babe was truly beautiful, destined to be strong. The fae had looked Jill up and down with a calculating look. Yes. A deal could be struck. They would raise the baby together.

-And thus Soap spent his time in equal parts amongst the Fae and humans, learning to socialize with both, though he didn't completely fitting in with either. Soap was hell on wheels. Rambunctious and equally curious, constantly nosing or getting into things he ought not have. Not that he was ostracized by either group he was just..*odd.* Unable to find his footing or close friends.

-You could say that Soap has many siblings, though this term is used liberally. By human technicalities Soap is an only child (his mum's baby boy). His mother, through the nature of her bargain, was brought into the fold with young John. Helping to raise and nurse her own gaggle of fae children of differing bloods. Other children Soap would call family.

-Fae don't have strict family dynamics, it's certainly a community effort to rear little ones. Fae children can be produced in a myriad of ways, with no one way being seen above another, p in v? that works. Born from a flower? Sure why not. Throw some herbs and intent together until a wailing babe sounds from the cauldron? That works too.

-Soap naturally inquired about this, as any kid would. “Ma? Did I come from a flower?” “You came from my belly wee one” Soap had squinted at her, eyeing her belly incredulously, "but how?”

-It took several conversations to get the toddler to understand that the other children in his human primary school were not in fact his brothers and sisters.

-As humans are fascinated with the Fae, the Fae are equally as fascinated by humans. As John grew into a young man he would see the differences. The Fae courts had long fallen into a peaceful rhythm. The humans? Hardly. With a powerful knack for chaos, among other abilities. Soap threw himself into the army. Keen to help as many as he could, and perhaps even find his own way.

-Soap is a marked child. He is more resilient on average than most Fae, and shows no obvious limitations in what disciplines he can learn. However, as marked he does have particular dispositions toward the following.

-Tongues, the ability to speak any language at will. Sometimes without thinking about it. For Soap this isn't automatic, but after a few days of listening or studying he's fluent. (Albeit with the accent). This gives Soap a peculiar edge when working with varying communities, elements, and other critters/creatures.

-Glamour, a sophisticated illusion, these may allow for invisibility or changes to appearance for a brief time (upwards to an hour but possibly longer depending on the severity of the change). Living amongst the Fae made permanent changes to his body. The sclera of his eyes had shifted inky black. His teeth and nails razor sharp. There is an ethereal beauty to all Fae as well. Naturally Soap uses this ability to cover some of the obvious issues.

-Soap knows he's distracting. He's a proud thing, and rarely bothers shifting that. He's damn good at what he does and looks damn good doing it. Hshows off his muscles/skills/looks without shame.

-Shapeshifting, self explanatory, but only works proportionally give or take a few inches. He may take on the appearance of another person or creature, briefly. But once again, only appearance. Mimicking voices is another skill.

-Sight or Clairvoyance, this ability's range depends on the court or bloodline. In Soap's case, his visions will occasionally come to him in dreams, these being more sophisticated visions or events far in the future. These visions are generally more detailed. He is typically privy to smaller prophecies, glimpses of events happening minutes before him. These are typically vague, but have consistently been enough to save his and his teammates asses numerous times in the field. The Infamous Mactavish Intuition ;)

-Soap is one hell of an alchemist, and can make due with most natural items at his disposal. Poisons, potions, explosives, you name it, Soap can make it. He excelled remarkably in the maths and sciences in school, and it’s why he was also quickly assigned to demolitions so long ago.

-Soap has a very noticeable smell. One that isn't exclusively detected by other supernatural beings. Any human standing beside him would notice it. Lemon and shortbread, with a warm curl of rose. Clean, green and vaguely sweet. People wonder if his callsign was from this fact rather than his prowess on the field.

-Nudity has no taboo with the Fae. Raised as such, the man has literally no shame. Soap Mactavish has been naked since he was a child in the woods, and will continue to proudly do so. Does not understand why everyone else is so uptight about it. Will bust in on someone in the shower without a second thought. “Stop screamin’ it’s just me”

-Fae are very partial to music, and Soap is no exception. He is so easily captivated by the sound, swaying slightly, almost as if hypnotized. Soap isn’t as in tune with artists and genres as Gaz is, but he keeps a hoard of songs on his phone. Gaz is his main contributor, keeps him well fed with playlists he makes. Playing new records for Soap as they bop around the kitchen together, playfully dancing or headbanging together. Soap was once pretty proficient with piano and guitar at his mam’s encouragement. His singing however, nearly got him killed in basic.

-Many animals are the watchdogs of the Fae. Soap has been seen having conversations with himself, unknowing to onlookers that a little frog or squirrel was sitting beside him. Someone swears they saw a mouse crawl out of his tac vest once. He whistles with the birds, scoops up bugs and plops them back into the weeds. He unfortunately doesn’t know the language of the shower spider. He doesn't bother to learn, he thinks he prefers the silence in this instance.

-Soap can be attracted with a myriad of things just like any other fae. Music as mentioned above is one. He is also partial to pretty chimes and bells, running water, shiny and/or colorful displays, as well as anything sweet, candies or sweet creams/milks/liquors.

- Too much contact with iron on his bare skin will poison him. Fortunately most weaponry constructed now is made of more synthetic material. It can be noticed that Soap is very particular about his gloves, and is rarely seen without them on. Iron on properties or above doors won’t exactly stop him, but it is incredibly uncomfortable and will lead to sickness if he is trapped within such a ward for too long.

-Fae, like crows, are enamored with jewels and other shiny objects, less of a weakness really and more of a distraction. Soap, prior to his enlistment had several piercings, such as his ears, and brow…among other things. He was very fond of the adornments, and easily captivated by the shiny displays on others. (This also extends to his intense love of blowing shit up and watching the sparks fly, big ole hearts in his eyes as the colors dance) In the event the team goes out for something special Soap will throw on a few pieces for fun~

-Soap can not lie, at least not directly, however Soap is a very sharp lad, and has learned to cleverly navigate around this by either not telling the whole truth, letting others assume, or simply not correcting misconceptions. He is a Fae afterall, being clever is his specialty.

-Customs of love and marriage vary among the Fae. Many Fae interpret strong love as variations of servitude, especially towards human mates. Soap has gotten himself tangled between both of these versions of love. For Soap love is servitude. Not something to be expected of his lovers, but from him. Soap gives himself to his lovers willingly, He wants to be good, give them anything they want and let them take what they need. Love is worship, and Soap is a very devoted man.

-Soap and Gaz had bro’d up as soon as they spotted each other. Having seen through each other's glamours, they became fast friends. Two oddballs fighting side by side. Which would turn into playful banter, and kips on the helo leaning against one another. Then to wandering hands and desperate kisses, having found comfort and fondness in each other after years of hiding themselves among humans. Soap and Gaz are the most cuddly. Johnny likes to lay sprawled in his Sphinx’s nest, his arms curled around his middle, face buried against Gaz's stomach. Both of them absolutely hate to sleep alone.

- Soap had a knack for getting into trouble. Disregarding orders to do what needed to be done. Had nearly been kicked out had his skills not saved his skin (and countless others). It was Price who sniffed him out, offered to take the man on loan for a bit. Soap's former CO was happy to be rid of him and hopeful that the notoriously stern Captain would knock some sense into him. Price, however had no such plans, he cut Soap loose, full authority, and watched the man bloom. Price did not anger at Soap’s decisions, didn’t flinch at his savagery in the field. In fact, Price had looked upon him with fondness (and a fair amount of exasperation). He kept Soap warm with lovely praises and a regular morning coffee, plus a heavy splash of sweet cream, for good measure.

-Simon had been more difficult, adamant on giving the Fae a hard time. Having seemingly been put off by Soap ever since he bounded off the truck and fist-bumped his arm on the tarmac. But Soap was determined, chatting and teasing, unphased by the lieutenants' icey behavior. They fell together in no time. Soap nestled to his chest, lips brushing over Simon's slow beating heart. Soap would never admit it. Never admit that he knew it would be like this all along. That Soap had seen him in his dreams.

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