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It was no real secret in the 141 of Ghost's nature. It's not that he was very open about it, but given their situation he had to at the bare minimum warn them about it. He had his blood alternatives, but humanoids always seemed to satisfy better. He rarely ever indulge that though. Not unless he was forced to do it. To him it just didn't feel right. Which is why now on leave, Ghost was curled up tight in a mess of blankets trying to hide away from any blood he could. The fabric of his mask helped, but the fact that Johnny was bumping around in the kitchen didn't. He was so painfully aware the werewolf was there, and wondering what the hell he was scheming. It was a different feeling, and had his bloodlust not been so strong he could've taken Johnny's presence as something domestic.
Just being able to hear him walking around, aware someone is sharing the space with him in a way that he's still somehow comfortable with. It'd be nice any other time. But at the current moment he was trying his damnedest not to just bite Johnny now and drink from him. Hell, its not like he'd even stop him, would let Ghost take what he needs and then some. Anything to help curb his urges and ease his discomforts. Ghost was just a very stubborn man and wouldn't let that predatory instinct take over. The fact was it felt wrong to indulge himself in something like that. It's not like he chose to be a spawn.
A knock at the closed door gets his attention. Johnny always knocked, even if it was just them. It was something so small yet meant the world to him. The door creaked as it opened, heard the man make his way across the room and settle on the edge of the bed.
“Simon?” His voice was gentle as he spoke, “I got something that might help, can you give it a try for me?”
Trying to orientate himself, Ghost finds his way to poke his head out of the blankets. Even with his mask, the smell of Soap's blood is strong and it makes his fangs itch. But in front of him Soap holds a box of chocolates. He sees the gears turning in Ghost's head before he opens it, taking one out.
“Home-made, give it a try yeah?” That easy smile is hard to say no to. So he sits up properly, grabbing one. It's frozen, cold between his fingers. The red color is almost hypnotic to look at. He ends up popping it into his mouth after lifting his mask up just enough. The chocolate melts on his tongue pleasantly until-
The taste of iron fills his mouth, pupils blown wide as he looks to Soap then. The Scot just chuckles, grabbing another and pushing it between Ghost's lips. “Heard these helped some people. Thought you might like em. Were a pain to fuckin’ make so you better appreciate them.”
The blood in his mouth was almost addictive, felt like liquid fire in his mouth. It tasted like ambrosia and he wanted, no needed more. “Drooling like a mutt, Simon. Good boys don’t bite alright?” Johnny teases, grabbing another and lifting Ghost's mask once more before slipping it into Ghost's mouth again. Usually nonhuman blood had an off taste to him, but his senses were absolutely flooded with Johnny and it made everything taste so right. It tasted just like Johnny. He’d never had his blood until now. Usually relying on his substitutes but now he swore he was going to be addicted to it.
Soap couldn't help but to laugh at those blown wide eyes, seeing how blood drunk he was from the simple actions alone. “Maybe I should do this more often. You look so pathetic like this.” His tone is light, words lacking any bite to them. Playful teasing really. Nothing more or less. Another bonbon is placed delicately into Ghost's maw and this time he ends up sucking on Soap's fingers to get more off of them, even though the treats had barely even melted onto his fingers. Soap's fingers curl into Ghost's mouth, staring into those pleading eyes. Feels Ghost's fangs nipping at his skin but doesn't dare to clamp down on them. He pulls his hand back with a small pop, saliva connecting them together by a thin oozing strand before it breaks off. Soap wipes his fingers off on Ghost's mask, tsking softly. “You're getting messy, maybe I shouldn't keep feeding you.” He says pulling down the mask.
The whine that left Simon's mouth was absolutely pitiful, and foreign to him. It didn't sound anything like him, yet that noise left him like a wounded animal. Soap holds out another with an expectant look and Ghost practically dives for it, ripping his mask open just to get another bite of Johnny's blood in his mouth like a starved man. It's feral and messy but just watching Simon fall apart like this is absolutely divine. He licks Soap's fingers clean all the while. Soap can't help but to admire that pathetic begging look in Ghost's eyes. It was a beautiful sight to see his usually stoic demeanor in ruins like this.
“Johnny,” Simon's voice was rough, a pleading edge to it. “Please?”
“Please what?”
“More?”
Soap just chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Gotta be more specific than that Si.”
Ghost grabbed onto Soap, pulling him by the shirt and burying his face into the crook of his neck. He can feel Ghost's fangs brushing against his neck. “Please?”
Soap shutters feeling Ghost's hot breath on his skin, the proximity far too close to intimate. “What, my hard work not good enough for ya? Need it from the source?”
Ghost can almost feel the smug smile forming on Soap's face, sees the flush blooming on his face and neck. “Go for it.”
Those three words and Ghost is instantly sinking his teeth down, biting and claiming that warm fluid that floods into his mouth. Feels Soap flinch under it, but his hand sneaks up under his mask to thread through his hair. “Greedy boy… Can't believe you. Making all my hard work go to waste. Better make up for it, love.”