Sexy Swimming? - Teen
Simon “Ghost” Riley is an enigma. It is an almost universally acknowledged to 141 and the rest of the Special Forces. For Sergeant MacTavish, he was not as mysterious as most people thought. Price would disagree. Even with how long he’s been working with Ghost, Ghost was a ghost.
He couldn’t work well with most people, so it was to everyone’s surprise that Ghost could work with Soap. It was like throwing an almost feral big cat into a room with a puppy and they just got along. It was not as if Unit 141 was any less effective with Ghost’s aloofness, but the addition of Soap had seemed to increase the efficacy of the unit.
Things were going great until disaster inevitably strikes, as it often does, with Soap and Ghost cornered on a cliff surrounded by ocean and steep drops. There were too many Shadows to fight through. This wasn’t supposed to be a suicide mission. This wasn’t where it was supposed to end.
“Do you trust me?” Ghost asked Soap.
“‘Course, Lt.” The Scottsman took a chance to look at Ghost; he tried to see how Ghost was going to get them out of this situation.
“Then cover yer ears, lad.” Ghost ordered.
“Wha?” He did as ordered.
Ghost yanked off his mask, revealing row upon row of sharp teeth and a piercing screech whited out all other noise. While the Shadows dropped to the ground, the Brit tackled Soap back off the cliff. Ghost seemed to grow as they got closer to the water, and all Soap could think was ‘What the fuuuuuuuuck?!’ before blacking out.
Soap came to on a pile of leaves, sat in the shade of a tree, and welcomed by a sight that might as well have been paradise. A white sandy alcove with brilliant and clear water with fish and everything. It was disconcerting, to wake up in such an idyllic place after facing what seemed like certain death. The next thing that concerned the Scottsman was the lack of Ghost. It wasn’t that he thought that the Lt. was dead, but it still worried him to no end.
“Fuckin’ bonnie this place is, but where’s my Lt.?” Soap wondered aloud.
“Securin’ the Island.” Ghost said softly from behind him.
Soap jumped. “Fuckin’ ‘Ell, Ghost! Ya scared the fuck outta me!”
The Sergeant blinked rapidly, taking in Ghost’s face with relish. A lot of scars and sharp features that he decided he would be blessed if he was cut by them. Milky blue eyes were what drew his attention next as well as a pair of gills that would all normally be covered by the balaclava and mask.
“Stop stare-”
“Fuckin’ bonnie…” Soap whispered reverently.
Ghost blinked. “What? I was so certain that you didn’t ‘ave a concussion.” The Lt. muttered to himself.
“Wait, nae. I’m in me own fuckin’ mind ‘ere. You’re right bonnie, Ghost.” Johnny always knew he was a kinky fucker, and learning that his crush was also a Siren was a bit too much.
“Did you really just pop a fuckin’ boner?”
Soap turned redder than his hair. “It’s not meh fault!”
-_- Ghost just stared at Soap in disbelief. With a deep sigh, he settled to just glare at Soap. “You’re bloody ridiculous, Johnny.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, sir.” Soap looked mildly miserable. “So, you’re a Siren?” he asked looking up at him.
“Yeah.” Simon took a deep breath then growled, “Got a problem with that, Sergeant?”
“Obviously nae, sir.”
He nodded, “Sitrep, Soap.”
“Seems that wer’ on a Paradise Island, not sure how we got ‘ere but it seems safe.”
Ghost nodded. “After we were cornered by the Shadows, I used some of my abilities in order to get us away safely. Wanted to treat some of you wounds before we headed back.”
“Needed a breather, eh sir?”
Ghost looked away pointedly. “No, just to get those fuckers off our tails for a bit.”
“They’ll be watchin’ fer yer bilities now.”
Ghost nodded.
A silence hung between them for a moment before Johnny broke it. “Oi, Simon. Can I see yer full form?” He looked over at Simon, eyes glittering.
“No.”
“Please?” He tried puppy eyes.
Ghost inhaled sharply. “Bloody fuckin’ ‘ell… fine, put those the fuck away.” It was a universally unacknowledged fact that Simon couldn’t resist Johnny’s Puppy Eyes, and he was also convinced that no one is immune to them.
Johnny let out a happy yip and did a little dance while Simon stripped out of the pants he had on and into the water of the alcove. The Scottsman was practically vibrating with excitement; his arousal also peaking. The Brit wasn’t impressed and let out his Siren form.
He was sixteen feet long, all black scales with a white underbelly and so so many scars denoted by duller scales. His marking were akin to those of an ole, season hardened orca. The patch on his chest was a of yellows into deep reds like that of an explosion. He flexed his talon like claws like a creature stretching out after a long sleep, reacquainting themselves with the sensations of their body. His face was still all sharp features with his scales depicting the skull mask he wears as a human.
While Simon was transforming, Johnny was panting over his Lt. It wasn’t everyday that someone got to see a Siren and live to talk about it. It wasn’t good for the Scottsman to know this was what Simon truly looked like because he didn’t think there would be any available blood to do anything else in his body.
“Fuckin’ bonnie.” Johnny whispered reverently.
One of Simon’s ears flicked. It wasn’t that he has never heard Johnny say that, but it is a first for anyone saying it about his beastly form. He just glared at the Scottsman and let out a series of chirps and clicks that made Johnny think that Simon was telling him to ‘shut the bloody hell up’.
Johnny moved into the water and closer to Simon; his hands gently tracing the Siren’s bold patch of color. Ghost didn’t know how to react and froze which allowed for Johnny’s perusal of his person. It did indescribable things to the Siren as Johnny toyed with his Mating Patch.
A note on Mating Patches, they are brightly colored patch or patches of scales, normally located on the chest, to attract a mate, and they are sensitive to touch from beings that are compatible with the individual Siren.
Simon easily wound around Johnny to trap him against the soft sand. He acknowledged that he was also getting worked up from this when he heard a helo landing on the island. With another deep sigh, Simon shifted back into a human and climbed off of Johnny to the Scottsman’s sputtered complaints.
“Rescue’s here ‘nd I don’t want to be caught with my pants down.” Simon explained.
It was easily decided that this would be continued at a later date.