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The only time he ever takes it off is when John finds him on dark and lonely nights where their lips meet in a feather-light kiss that burns like something holy and damns him for eternity.

He does, however, almost shit his pants when he reflexively nips at Nikolai with it one day.

"And I took the captain our for our anniversary-"

"Naw, ye didnae."

NIKPRICEWEEK2026

Price and Nik weren't like other gays. For one, they barely had enough time to spend together. One was an informant, a pilot, and an arms dealer, who's brother was a terrorist, and the other was a Captain for the SAS that ran his own taskforce that was hunting down said brother/terrorist. They time they had together was so strained, that it was a wonder they even had the time to get married.

So, when it came down to date nights, normal just wouldn't cut it. They had a lot of time to make up together, so they did nothing but make the most of it.

This time around, their date night led them down an interesting rabbit hole. Racking their brain for ideas on what to do, Ramona had introduced them to a very interesting game, Call of Duty. It very much piqued their interested so they looked into it. In their research, they'd managed to stumble upon some fanart of a guy named Ghost, and when they looked into it further, he was often paired with a guy named Soap. Well, at that point, they just had to call them team up.

They called everyone: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, the whole lot of them. They all hopped on a call to look through the fanart they'd newly found. Ramona would've stopped them if she were there, but they, at this point, were beyond saving.

They saw a lot. It was like a forbidden knowledge they were never meant to access. Price was looking at all of this, his glasses perched on his nose, "The hell is a ship?"

Ghost chuckles, "They ship me and Johnny?"

Soap gasps, "TO WHERE?!"

Nikolai shakes his head, sagely, "No, no, it is like a relationship, da."

Laswell and her wife are already searching up #ghoap on Tumblr. They are shook when they find out about Poly!141. They share their screen, a bunch of confused noises coming back.

Gaz is all huffy, "There is barely anything here with me in it, goddamnit."

"What about Poly!141," Rudy chimes in.

"Doesn't count mate, I'm talking about like what Ghost and Soap have!"

Laswell's wife chimes in, "You're shipped a lot with the captain."

Both Price and Gaz gasp, indignant,

"Yeah, well, it's mostly either you or Nikolai."

"IS THAT MY BROTHER?!" Nikolai had just found the fanart of Makarov, and he'd stumbled upon a veery interesting piece by a user called Neopentane5, who'd drawen him in lingerie, kissing their inside man, Yuri.

The whole call goes mad at the sight, all sorts of overlapping conversation going at once. The sight was jarring. Preposterous. Absolutely mad, some might say. Then, Laswell piped in, "About that Nikolai x Price thing, by the way, there seems to be a fanfiction writing event going on."

"Wot the bloody hell is a fanficiton?" Price asks.

"It's just fan make writing works," Alejandro answers, a little too casually.

"And how do you know that?" Rudy smirks, looking at a now cherry red Alejandro.

"Not important," Laswell cuts in, "what's important is this writing event. NikPriceweek2026."

Nikolai grins, "A whole week dedicated to us beautiful men."

"They've got a theme and guidelines and everything, this is just amazing," Laswell grins, "Wonder if there's anything like that for me."

"Is there any requirements?" Gaz asks, leaning in.

"None, writingwise, I suppose," Laswell looks over the rules, "Why?"

"Well, I was just thinking, we could totally submit fanfic for the event."

"It's Tumblr, right?" Price asks, going to the site.

"Well, there's also AO3," Laswell hums.

"Oh, mah niece has an account herself," Soap grins, "The lassie is telling me all about her little stories all the time."

That's what lead to them all making accounts and submitting fanfic. Sadly, Price and Nikolai didn't understand the assignment, and finished all the prompts that night.

Come morning, and they're fics are being absolutely gobbled up, almost literally with the hoards of comments saying they want to ''EAT THIS WRITING SO BAD EOUAJFOUE TFADSHJ!!" Price and Nik are extremely confused, but are glad for the love it's getting.

Makarov, meanwhile, in Russia, had just opened his socials to check through them. Obviously, he had to know what all this was, so he could keep up with the lives of his enemies. The shock and awe that befalls him when he opens Tumblr to see that his brother and brother's husband have made a legitimate joint account is enough to send his coffee flying out of his mouth. And not only that, they have made highly liked posts that practically exploded over night. He calls up Ramona, immediately.

She picks up after the third ring, "Go for Ram."

"Sonya," he hisses, "how the hell did you let this happen?!"

"If there's been a breach in your security, it wasn't me, there's no way that could've-"

"No, not that," he waves off the thought, "No, your fathers, they made a Tumblr account."

"…what."

"Yes, I'm staring at it as we speak."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ramona sinks to the floor, clutching the phone her chest, "What have I done!"

"Holy shit, why is their writing actually good?" Makarov muses.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Sonya, they posted a bunch of writing of themselves, some in gross detail."

"Wait what? Like fanfic?"

"Solnyshko, I don't know what that is."

"Not important, what the hell do we do now?"

Makarov thinks for a moment, before sighing, staring at the account for a moment longer, "We ought to let it be, yeah?"

Ramona nods, "Yeah, let it be."

They both resolve to let the two keep the account, so long as they behaved. But Tumblr couldn't handle those baddies and just shadowbanned them a month later.

……

Meanwhile in D.C.

AFTERCARE

The room was filled with the thick scent of sex, the cool spring air seeping in through an opening in the window. Price and Nikolai lay on the bed, lazing about for a moment while they gain their bearings. Nik is the first to get up, pulling on his clothes. Price is about to let him go before his eyes snap open.

"Nik, where are you headed?"

"Malysha, this is usually about the time I leave you," Nikolai purred, leaning down to kiss his beloved's cheek.

Price rolled over with a grunt, "But, Nik. You're on leave."

Nik's eyebrows raised in realization, turning back. He let out a tsk and flopped right on top of his husband, "Guess I've got no reason to leave then."

Price could only playfully scowl up at the beefy man, "Oi, get off me, you big bastard!"

Nikolai feigns hurt, crushing Price dramatically, "I can't believe you're calling me fat!"

"I did not, Nik! You're being dramatic," Price tries to squirm away from him, to no avail

Nik just scoffs and buries his face in his fat tits, "What's that? I couldn't hear you over my huge… personality~"

Price flails beneath Nik, smacking the man and kicking up the sheets, his muffled cries for help going unheard. He retorts, finally, with a lick to the man's nip. Nik jolts up, finally lowering his guard enough for Price to tackle him off the bed. The blanket slips away, leaving their poor hairy asses defenseless to the cold. Well, Price's anyway, since Nik had already pulled on some clothes.

They're laughing their asses off, grappling and kissing on the frigid floor. They've never had this much time to themselves, this much time between missions, and briefings, and trips across the globe and back. it was nice to finally be in each other's arms.

They settle for a moment, Nikolai settling into Price, feeling his chest vibrate with his words, "Nice to have time for aftercare, huh?"

Nikolai smirks, "Haven't heard that word in so long. You know, apparently, you're supposed to hydrate and feed and care for your partner. You plan on doing any of that?"

Price gathers his spit in his mouth, grabbing Nikolai's face. Nik, realizing what Price was doing, shoved his face away, "JOHN, you bastard."

Price laughed, a full warm belly laugh that rumbles through his body. Then he gets up, letting Nik fall on the floor with a heavy THUD, "Whatever, I'm headed to the shower."

"Without me," Nikolai pouts, wanting to be carried.

"Well, you're already dressed," Price smirks, walking away. Nik just groans, rolling onto his face.

Price turns on the shower and comes back, dragging Nik by the legs. Once he helps Nik get naked, again, they hop into the shower, scrubbing down. Their hands naturally wander, until they're kissing in the shower, meaty bodies pressed against each other as the steam of the hot shower rolls around them.

They step out, drying off, grinning and chuckling as they snap their towels at each other. They get dressed and go out to grab some takeout at a nearby Indian restarant, their asses picking up butter chicken and naan. They take a seat on a nearby bench, dusting off the pollen. Some pigeons shuffled about on the pavement, giving them curious looks. Price takes out the bird seed mix he keeps in his pocket, tossing them at the birds.

"God," Nikolai scoff, taking the food out of the bag, "You're such an old man."

"I'm sorry? You're literally a decade older than I am," Price scoffs, dusting his hands on his pants as he reachs for the naans, "Oh, d'ya get the garlic naans?"

Nikolai nods, dipping a piece in the creamy curry.

Price groans, "I could remarry you."

Nik grins, shaking his head as he takes a bite. They're like that for a moment, silently sitting there and eating together, watching the fallen petals of the trees tumble down the pavement with the wind. Nik sighs for a moment, rolling his shoulders and just taking it all in.

"Penny for your thoughts, Nik?"

"Nothing, it's just we haven't had much time to do this in a while, you know. We're always busy."

Price nods, thinking for a moment, "Yeah, guess we are. Haven't done something this lax since, god, I dunno."

"Since your Lieutenant days," Nik finishes, scooping up some of the bird seed and holding his hand out for them to take.

Price nods, grunting as he shifts forward, "How the years go by."

Nik pets the pigeons, "Almost give me hope we'll live till retirement."

"We aren't retiring, Nik."

"Yeah, no, I guess not. But you get the point right? Growing old and dying together."

"It's something to hope for, I supposed," Price shrugs, leaning down to pet some of the pigeons.

After a moment of petting the pigeons, Nikolai leans towards Price. He leans his head on his husband's shoulder, settling a bit into the crook of his neck. He hums, pressing a kiss to Price's shoulder as his arm snake's around Price's torso. He sits there for a moment, quiet and content. Price sighs, looking down at his beloved.

Price smiles, giving Nik a peck on the forehead and moving his hand to settle on Nik's lap. Then, he leans in, mouth close to the older man's ear as he whispers, "We're not taking the pigeons home, love."

Nik lifts his head, looking back at Price for a long moment. Then, he sighs and shrugs, "It was worth a shot."

Getting pregnant as the founder of a private military company at his age is just idiocy at its finest.

Graves knows there are signs already. The subtle change in his scent, that milky undertone that sends heads turning his way if he's in a grocery store because he chose not to wear scent blockers. Feeling nauseated by red meat, despite his biggest joy in life being the break in his diet to demolish a fat cheeseburger. The night in which he ate an entire pack of sugar cookies and could have eaten at least six more.

He feels like a fool; he's been accused of acting such on various occasions, but never has he so wholeheartedly lived up to the name.

But he's a tactical man, and survival is typically useful, so he utilises his situation to the best of his ability and happens to accidentally stumble across one John Price and his partner on their own turf in the UK. Coincidentally, he left his scent blockers at home. Tragic how these things happen, really.

Nikolai looks both unfathomably fuckable and amused when he slips into a seat at their table in their apparent old-timey bar of choice. John's fist clenches on the table, and the man glares at him through steely, narrowed eyes.

If Graves could have recorded the look on their faces as realisation hit, he would have. The change in Nikolai's posture, from comfortably slouched in his chair to a straight back and shoulders. John's eyes widening, the flare of his nostrils as he takes in the change in his scent and the implications of it.

regardless they're all still avalable on AO3

I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed participating this year and I can't wait for 2027!

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"Well, there is this one place—" "I swear to God, Nik." Price sighed before Nik could finished, dismissing his sentence with an annoying flick of his palm. "Don't need a brothel, an escort, or some fancy shmuck-arse of an establishment where ya pay for a hole t'fuck." Nikolai simply laughed as he stepped closer. "Who said anything about paying?" "Ah, so something that can get me into trouble then?" "You like trouble." Nikolai finally pulled out a wrinkly piece of receipt, smoothing the crumbly surfaces until it was readable again. "Middle of nowhere…quiet and off the map." "Takin' the piss, too old for glory holes, Nik." "Nyet, just trust me. Captain." Nik leaned down, patting Price's shoulder and whispered into John's ear. "The place has served me well." "Go one time," Nik said, "if you don't like it, you can throw the receipt away."

Entry for @nikpriceweek Day 7: Anonymous/Secretive Sex

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