#aleghost

They hadn’t even been exposed fully, the canister deploying at Soap’s feet first as the gas billowed out. Not a standard chemical weapon but something experimental so when they had staggered back to base with Rudy tucked beneath Soap’s arm to keep the man upright, Beta pheromones the only thing keeping him awake and moving, and Alejandro with Ghost’s teeth locked into his shoulder tight enough that he scraped against bone, they were bundled into rooms as they stood. 

Separated.

It would make sense on paper, Alpha with a Beta and an Alpha with an Omega and it’s that alone that’s keeping Alejandro upright, keeping him furious. Should have least been able to buy the other set of men a drink first before broaching the idea Rudy had whispered into his ear after their first meeting; the pair folded into the closest supply cupboard and Alejandro’s hands tucked down Rudy’s trousers. 

His Rudy always has the best plans.

“Was going to—“ Alejandro breaks off as Ghost growls, a distant rumbling like the passing of a train several floors down. The other man hasn’t moved from the opposite wall since they’d been deposited into this holding room, Soap and Rudy kept away by one single barrier. He continues, the tang of iron heavy over his tongue. “Was going to ask you both properly, maybe over a few drinks, but we want to fuck you. Both of you.”

Ghost straightens, the movement nearly imperceptible in the gathered shadows next to the wall. “Soap was— He was going to ask you.” He slowly slides down the wall, hands bunched  into tight fists on his thighs. “He’s better at that sort of thing.”

“My Rudy as well.” Alejandro steps forward, chances another when Ghost doesn’t snarl at him for the intrusion. A third step brings him in front of the other man, in reach of his still-bared teeth, a low growl tumbling from Ghost’s throat. “We chose well, yes, Ghost?”

Alejandro bites at his knuckles, his bones beginning to ache from the oncoming wave of want that is burning through his belly, a desperate scramble to remain upright and not wrap his hands around his cock and squeeze until he’s spilling the first of many releases onto the floor. Ghost isn’t faring much better, his hips swaying, grinding himself against the caught seam of his trousers. There’s a sweet scent in the air, something that reminds Alejandro of the little sachets of tea Soap carries with him, vaguely citrus and sharp. 

Ghost chews his lower lip, his fangs indenting the skin. Hesitation is clear in the line of his shoulders, the tight grip on the fabric of his trousers. 

“You can fuck me,” Alejandro offers, splaying his hands wide. “I don’t mind.”

There’s a gleam in Ghost’s blown-wide eyes, his pupils dark and blotting out the thin strip of brown around them, curiosity merging with a fierce desire. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Alejandro crouches and leans backwards, reclining onto the cold floor. 

Ghost moves quickly, one hand planted on Alejandro’s chest and pushing him flat to the ground while he braces himself with the other as Alejandro wraps his legs around Ghost’s hips, tugging him closer. 

“Talk later,” Alejandro murmurs, tipping his head back to expose his throat, the mating scar over the scent gland on his throat. “We’ll talk later.”

He can feel the heat from the other man’s skin, the sticky sweetness of the last drink Ghost had drank at their shared table clinging to Rudy’s mouth as Alejandro kisses his cheek, licking over the rough stripe of stubble there. “Rudy’s been looking forward to this,” Alejandro says, not looking at Ghost but tracking his movements all the same. 

The other man’s hands rest on Rudy’s hips, his thumbs pressed against the curve of bone just beneath the surface. Alejandro presses his hands over Ghost’s, a flinch echoing beneath his touch but Ghost settles once more. Reminds him of a dog, too used to being beaten and craving sweetness all the same. 

“Yeah?” Ghost rasps. Alejandro moves their hands to the fastening of Rudy’s trousers, smoothing Ghost’s palms over the line of Rudy’s cock. Ghost continues, his voice strained, cracking on the edge of his own wants, “Thought he was scared of ghosts.”

“Aterrorizado.” Rudy leans back to Alejandro, one hand braced against Ghost’s shoulder. His breath speeds up as Ghost’s hands move beneath Alejandro’s. “Como algo sacado de las peliculas.”

It’s the matter of a couple of moments to strip Rudy, his trousers pooling beneath his feet before he kicks it aside, the same with his shoes. His shirt is thrown, the fabric catching on Alejandro’s shoulder before he shakes it free. Ghost’s gaze sweeps over Rudy, catching on the flash of silver through his nipple before it moves lower, settling on his cock, hard and curving towards his thigh. 

“Rudy’s first love,” Alejandro croons, placing Ghost’s hands back onto Rudy’s hips before he begins to move the pair, nudging Ghost backwards up the bed so Rudy can scramble in between his legs. “Not an actor but the character he played. He wore a mask too, kept his face hidden.”

“Want to fuck your thighs,” Rudy murmurs, his eyes dark. He’s not pulling against Alejandro’s hold on his shoulder, but he’s leaning into it, drawing Alejandro closer by proxy. Ghost releases Rudy’s hips to shove his trousers down just enough to expose a stripe of bare skin at the apex of his thighs, his shirt close to his belly, his boxers dark. There’s a smattering of scars there, some pale silvers that encompass one thigh like rings on a tree trunk and a dark patch on the other, perfectly square. 

Still beautiful, still one of the hottest things Alejandro has ever seen.

Alejandro bites at Rudy’s neck, working a bruise into the tang of sweat layered over the skin there. Ghost tugs a sheet closer, hooks one leg behind Rudy’s hip to draw him forwards before the sheet covers the juncture of his thighs. There’s a slight pause, fabric rustling, and Ghost shoves his trousers to one side, bare beneath the sheet. 

“Go on, love.” Alejandro sits back on his heels behind Rudy. Beyond him, Ghost’s gaze shines in the low light and he couldn’t decide if Ghost is watching him or Rudy. “Fuck him good enough for us both.”