GK, Permanent 99, 1/1, R, Walt/Brad/Ray/Nate, 3259
Title: Permanent 99
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Walt Hasser x Brad Colbert x Ray Person x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU - werewolves, PWP (frottage, oral, handjobs/masturbation), polyamory, potential situational dubcon (re: heat) between completely consenting adults
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, OT4 Werewolf AU with omega!Walt in heat., [ *]
Word Count: 3,195
Notes: Yes, I know males don’t go into heat. But for the sake of this fic, Omegas (and male Alpha females, thought that is neither here nor there) do. Title is from the Christian Kane song of the same name because I suck at naming things.
Summary: Walt tries to ignore the warning signs of his Heat, but that doesn’t stop them from affecting him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
The signs are slow to start, and Walt doesn’t think much of them at first. It’s the tail end of the winter and he’s been spending as much as he can indoors and under the covers. There’s no snow on the ground, not this far south, but the wind carries a chill and Walt has always preferred to be warm. Too many years spent under a hot sun during the summer and buried under blankets in front of a fire to avoid snowstorms in winter.
The warm hum through Walt’s system, riding through his veins and keeping him alert could be from the vodka Brad keeps in the bedside table or the way Ray’s fingers trace circles on his stomach as he curls behind Walt. Walt doesn’t think about his Heat or the low spike of shame that always follows.
The only thing Walt wants to think about right now is what it feels like to have Ray’s fingers between his thighs and how loud he has to moan before Brad and Nate come to investigate.
- - -
There is a shift in Walt’s appetite. He bypasses the carrots Ray and Nate managed to convince to grow in the garden in favor of the red meat Christeson and Stafford brought back from the hunt, tearing into it eagerly as soon as Brad’s cooked it long enough to keep him from getting sick. At least in this form. Walt’s Wolf has eaten way worse.
He doesn’t care that Brad is watching him carefully and that there is a curious look on Nate’s face, doesn’t even blink when both of them sniff at the air experimentally. He licks his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning happily at the lingering taste of meat.
- - -
The warmth comes back and it’s harder to ignore. Rubbing against Brad’s thigh while he’s sleeping doesn’t sate the low burn of desire in Walt’s system and he’s too tangled up in Nate to get a hand on himself. He moans helplessly and keeps rolling his hips, but Brad and Nate don’t wake and Walt is left alone in his futile efforts.
- - -
It’s not until Walt feels the desire to be chased that he admits to himself what’s going on. He can’t deny it, not when he’s so warm and so hungry for proteins and tender meat. That he pushes and shoves at Ray until he rolls out of bed to play is the last straw.
Ray’s too tired to make the connection at first, growling under his breath and rubbing his hands on his thighs to warm them up. He pauses suddenly, sniffing at the air, and Walt doesn’t wait for Ray’s eyes to darken with the awaking of his Wolf or for him to show any signs of realization.
Walt pushes himself from the bed and scrambles down the hall, slipping slightly on the wooden floors and mentally cursing whoever it was that decided cleaning them was a good idea. He doesn’t quite make it to the stairs before Ray pounces him, flailing to grab the banister to keep himself upright.
It’s no good. Ray is barely himself, his Wolf snarling and barely constrained strength forcing Walt onto his belly. His teeth are sharp against the back of Walt’s neck and all Walt wants to do is grind against the floor furtively until Ray either takes him or he comes in his torn jeans.
Just as easily as Ray caught him though, he lets go. He sits back on his heels over Walt’s ass and grinds against him with almost lazy rolls of his hips. “Nate was fucking right about this,” he says, keeping Walt pinned with one hand on the small of his back. “Whole pack is gonna go crazy smelling you.”
Walt tenses at that and whines. He’s not so far gone into his Heat to want that, to willingly roll onto his back and spread his legs for any Wolf in the Pack. Right now, all he wants to do is be chased and to wrestle. There’s no need to be fucked right now, not when affectionate touches and nips are just as satisfying.
Ray stands up slowly and puts his bare foot on Walt’s ass. “When I let go, you’re going to run.” He doesn’t need to say it, because that’s exactly what Walt wants to do, but Walt nods his head in understanding anyways. Slowly, Ray lifts his foot off of Walt’s ass and Walt pushes himself to his feet and takes off down the hall.
- - -
Walt cleans the taste of sweat and come from Ray’s skin with long, lazy licks of his tongue, sucking kisses into his belly shyly. Ray doesn’t ask him to stop, doesn’t seem the least bit concerned he’s being marked by the Omega. Then again, Ray always does get a little blissed out after he comes, even if he was just grinding his cock in the warm heat between Walt’s thighs.
Ray’s lack of focus doesn’t stop him from running his fingers through Walt’s hair gently when Walt sucks his cock clean. His hips rock up uselessly, but Walt keeps the contact light.
He hears the soft padding of feet - Brad, Walt’s Wolf tells him, heavy footsteps, salt water and sun, want - and he tips his head to the side to look, teasing his tongue against the slit of Ray’s cock gently.
“I can smell you all over the goddamn house,” Brad says, but he doesn’t sound annoyed. He crosses the room quietly before crouching down next to Walt and slipping his fingers between Walt’s thighs. He’s still sticky with come here, but Brad doesn’t seem fazed and he rubs his fingers against Walt’s hole gently. “How long do you have left, you think?”
Walt rocks back against Brad’s fingers and moans his encouragement. “A few days, maybe. End of the week for sure.” He whines when Brad pulls his hand away, catching his wrist easily and sucking Brad’s fingers into his mouth.
Brad lets Walt with a soft growl, watching Walt’s mouth and tongue with narrowed eyes. “You should go shower and get in bed, just in case it starts early,” Brad says. His Wolf penetrates the words, and Walt let’s Brad’s fingers slip from his mouth easily to obey. “Ray, keep an eye on him.”
One of Ray’s eyes opens slowly and he regards Brad coolly. He’s not disobeying, not exactly, but his casual attitude when dealing with Brad’s Wolf is so much more than Walt ever dare hope to achieve. Ray likes being made to submit though, and rarely rolls over as easily as Walt does.
Eventually, Ray stretches and sits up and leans in to nip Walt’s jaw. “Come on, Walt. You heard the boss.” When he pushes himself to his feet and reaches for Walt’s hand, Walt takes it easily and follows.
- - -
Walt dreams about running through high grasses as far as the eye can see, spurred on by an itch he can’t quite seem to sate. He’s not going anywhere, not really, but he’s not without purpose. He needs to run, hard and fast and as far as he can because he’s waiting. To be found, to be chased, to be pounced and pinned in the tall grass and fucked until he’s screamed himself hoarse.
When he wakes up, he feels stifled in the heat of Brad’s body around him, pinning him into the mattress bodily. Walt knows Nate and Ray are here as well, can feel one of them breathing on him but their scents are too heady and he’s too hot and hard to think about anything other than how the sticky sheets feel when he tries to rut his hips uselessly.
There’s a low growl when Walt tries to get a hand on himself, and Brad’s fingers curl tight around his wrist and pin his hand to the mattress by his face. It does nothing to sate the need - makes it worse, with the way Brad’s fingers make him ache and throb in time with his cock - and Walt sucks his own fingers into his mouth for some sort of relief.
Brad lets go of Walt’s wrist slowly and rolls over, dragging Walt’s body with him. His fingers are so hot when they touch Walt’s cock, making his hips jerk forward instinctively for more. Brad’s fingers stay loose, but he lets Walt fuck himself into the curl of them while he sucks on his own fingers noisily.
When Walt comes with a muffled cry, Nate’s dark green eyes are shining with the tell-tale sign of his Wolf. His teeth are sharp when they scrape against Walt’s wrist, but he just licks Walt’s spit from his fingers before reaching for Brad’s hand to suck his fingers free of Walt’s come.
It’s easy for Walt to fall asleep after that, sweat cooling on his skin and Brad keeping him warm, his steady breathing and low growls luring him back to sleep.
- - -
The sheets aren’t allowed to be changed. They smell like Walt and sex and Heat, but Brad and Ray and Nate as well. The heavy scent of Pack fills Walt’s mind when he pushes his face into the mattress and he ignores the low spike of arousal in his gut in favor of rolling around in the bed.
He knows Nate is watching him with an indulgent smile, can feel it in their Pack sense, but when he pushes forth an invitation of bed, warm, the scent of Pack and sex, Nate just huffs and shakes his head. “I have to talk with Doc and Patterson about Pack business.”
“After?” Walt asks, rolling onto his back and bowing his spine. It feels good, but more importantly, it draws Nate’s gaze to the curl of his body and Walt’s cock.
“Maybe,” Nate says, but Walt knows he means yes.
- - -
Ray doesn’t join Walt in the tub, but he sits on the porcelain lip and watches Walt wash himself carefully. He’s half-hard in his jeans in a way that has everything to do with the fact Walt’s blood is pumping through his system and demanding touch, but Brad said not yet and so they’re forced to wait.
It’s always better to wait until Walt’s Heat kicks in completely before they fuck, but it leaves him with a lot of free time to prep himself and play. He’s got bruises blossoming on his elbows and knees from running around the house and being pounced on by Ray, but Walt doesn’t really mind. It feels good when he digs his nails into them and he likes the way Ray looks at him when he moans.
“I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” Ray says, his eyes dark with his Wolf and his voice near-whining. He watches Walt rub a washcloth over his skin slowly, and Walt purposefully takes his time rubbing the soapy cloth on his cock between his thighs. “You’re a goddamn tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I intend to put out later,” Walt replies sweetly with a smile. He laughs when Ray sticks his hand in the water and splashes him and shoves at Ray’s hip with a wet foot in response. “Stop. No splashing.”
Ray whines softly, a keening sound tangled with both his own desire and his Wolf’s. “Hurry up. I want to chase you again. If we can’t fuck yet, the least we can do is play chase and let me pounce you.”
Walt rolls his eyes, but it’s all the encouragement he needs to hurry up and finish his bath.
- - -
His Heat starts sometime in the middle of the afternoon. Walt’s not sure what time exactly, has been hiding his face in the curve of Brad’s hip and listening to him read aloud. He’s not entirely sure what he’s listening to, or for how long Brad’s been talking. Walt isn’t even sure when the low creep of warmth started picking up until suddenly he feels like his blood is on fire.
With shaky hands, Walt tries to push away from Brad but he doesn’t get far before Brad drags him back in. His arms are strong and he’s hot, too hot, but Walt lets himself be manhandled into Brad’s lap and moans when he feels Brad’s cock digging into his hip through the layers of their clothes.
Walt wonders briefly how long Brad has smelled this coming on and how he could possibly have the patience to keep reading before he promptly decides he doesn’t care. There are more important things to think about right now, like getting naked and being touched.
“It’s hot,” Walt whines, squirming in Brad’s arms and pawing at the covers and his clothes to kick them off. “So hot. Brad, please.” He keeps whining, soft pleading sounds spurred on by his Wolf, but it only serves to make Brad’s Wolf to growl right back. Walt goes still, but his sounds become needier. “Brad.”
Brad doesn’t respond verbally, just tucks his face in the crook of Walt’s neck and inhales deeply. He sighs, sounding simultaneously frustrated and pleased, his hot tongue flicking out to lick the sweat from Walt’s skin. “You smell so fucking good,” Brad growls, pushing Walt onto the bed and crawling over him, pinning him down with his size and the force of his gaze alone.
Walt whines again. his fingers tremble when he starts to pull his shirt up, and Brad ducks down to lick and kiss every exposed bit of skin he can touch. Brad is practically gentle in Walt’s handling compared to Before, and Walt moans loudly when he gets himself free of his shirt and Brad starts to lick at his nipples.
“I want to go outside,” Walt moans. He touches his fingers to Brad’s shoulders hesitantly, skimming the tips along his arms and back up to his jaw, his hair. He doesn’t know where to touch, doesn’t know if he should when his Wolf is begging for submission and for Walt to just roll over onto his belly already. “It’s too hot, Brad. Brad. I want to - I want to go outside.”
“No,” Brad growls quietly. He punctuates it with a nip to Walt’s nipple before licking his way up Walt’s chest to mouth kisses to his throat. “The Pack would fucking tear you apart if they could smell you right now.”
Walt whimpers and tips his head to the side in submission. It gives Brad more room to lick and kiss, his hands already moving deftly to undo Walt’s jeans and tug them off. Every touch sets Walt’s nerve endings on fire and he doesn’t know if he wants to run away or beg for more. He needs something right now and he isn’t getting it.
“Brad,” Walt whines. “Brad, please. Brad, Brad, Brad.”
Brad has to sit back on his heels to tug Walt’s jeans down, and Walt is more than willing to arch his hips and kick them off. It feels better without them, cooler, but it isn’t enough. He’s stopped from going any further by the soft creak of the floorboard and a low, warning growl from Nate.
Nate and Brad stare at each other for a minute, both of their Wolves demanding dominance, but Brad eventually submits and flicks his eyes away to look back at Walt. “You can have him in a minute,” Nate says quietly, and Walt doesn’t try to muffle his desperate cry.
- - -
Nate’s fingers dig into Walt’s thighs tight as he forces them further apart, and the rough scrape of his stubble makes Walt’s oversensitive skin burn. Walt wants to howl and Nate hasn’t done more than breathe on him. His breath is hot, his hands are hot, the first swipe of his tongue between Walt’s thighs is scalding.
Walt did this for himself hours ago, but Nate doesn’t seem to care. He’s stretched enough for Nate’s tongue to press inside of him easily and he huffs lightly.
“You taste like pineapple,” Nate says, his nose wrinkling slightly, but it doesn’t make him pull away or stop. His tongue teases circles around Walt’s hole, licking broad lines up to the back of Walt’s sac and back down. He keens, pleased, and Walt has to fist the sheets to keep from thrashing around.
Nate takes his time though, despite the fact Brad and Ray are perched on the edge of the bed waiting and Walt is moaning desperately for more. Eventually, he picks up the pineapple flavored lube and fits his fingers in Walt, two at first than three and four. It makes Walt ache but it isn’t enough.
“Do you want to run, Walt?” Nate asks softly, pressing soft kisses to the tense muscles in Walt’s thighs. It makes Walt shudder and Nate nuzzles him, but Walt can’t hide his moan. His muscles burn from the desire to move, to be chased, just as much as his body weeps for him to be held down and fucked.
Sitting back slowly, Nate and his Wolf grin. “Run.”
- - -
It’s easier for Walt to evade them when they’re fighting against each other. They always do during the first part of the chase, when their Wolves are too full of the desire to be the first one to dominate him to accept the fact it’s only hindering their plan. Walt nearly tumbles down the stairs when Brad pounces, but he rolls easily and manages to catch himself on the landing.
There’s a thrill in this as much as there is in everything else. He still feels hot, too hot, but he knows better than to try to go outside. Walt wants to cool down but he doesn’t want to be torn apart. More than that, he wants to feel the burn in his lungs and he wants to be caught.
Walt can feel them all around him, Brad and Nate and Ray and the annoyed howls of their Wolves. He doesn’t need to see them to know where they are, can feel it in the air and his Pack sense. It makes it easy for him to dodge swipes and to dance out of the way of pouncing bodies.
He’s almost caught when he jumps over the back of the couch, Nate’s body slamming into him hard. They roll around on the floor, fighting against each other and Walt is ready to burst from the rush of it all. He’s ready to submit when he hears Ray’s low growl and suddenly Nate is being shoved aside and Walt is free to push himself to his feet and take off again.
Brad collides with him and forces him to the ground in the kitchen. Walt cries out his protest when his knees and elbows bang on the linoleum hard, and he’s too sore from the pain to fight Brad off. He doesn’t want to anyways, not when Brad’s hands drag his hips into the air and force his shoulders to the ground.
As soon as the chase started, it ends. Walt’s Heat has officially begun.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Walt Hasser x Brad Colbert x Ray Person x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU - werewolves, PWP (frottage, oral, handjobs/masturbation), polyamory, potential situational dubcon (re: heat) between completely consenting adults
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, OT4 Werewolf AU with omega!Walt in heat., [ *]
Word Count: 3,195
Notes: Yes, I know males don’t go into heat. But for the sake of this fic, Omegas (and male Alpha females, thought that is neither here nor there) do. Title is from the Christian Kane song of the same name because I suck at naming things.
Summary: Walt tries to ignore the warning signs of his Heat, but that doesn’t stop them from affecting him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
The signs are slow to start, and Walt doesn’t think much of them at first. It’s the tail end of the winter and he’s been spending as much as he can indoors and under the covers. There’s no snow on the ground, not this far south, but the wind carries a chill and Walt has always preferred to be warm. Too many years spent under a hot sun during the summer and buried under blankets in front of a fire to avoid snowstorms in winter.
The warm hum through Walt’s system, riding through his veins and keeping him alert could be from the vodka Brad keeps in the bedside table or the way Ray’s fingers trace circles on his stomach as he curls behind Walt. Walt doesn’t think about his Heat or the low spike of shame that always follows.
The only thing Walt wants to think about right now is what it feels like to have Ray’s fingers between his thighs and how loud he has to moan before Brad and Nate come to investigate.
- - -
There is a shift in Walt’s appetite. He bypasses the carrots Ray and Nate managed to convince to grow in the garden in favor of the red meat Christeson and Stafford brought back from the hunt, tearing into it eagerly as soon as Brad’s cooked it long enough to keep him from getting sick. At least in this form. Walt’s Wolf has eaten way worse.
He doesn’t care that Brad is watching him carefully and that there is a curious look on Nate’s face, doesn’t even blink when both of them sniff at the air experimentally. He licks his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning happily at the lingering taste of meat.
- - -
The warmth comes back and it’s harder to ignore. Rubbing against Brad’s thigh while he’s sleeping doesn’t sate the low burn of desire in Walt’s system and he’s too tangled up in Nate to get a hand on himself. He moans helplessly and keeps rolling his hips, but Brad and Nate don’t wake and Walt is left alone in his futile efforts.
- - -
It’s not until Walt feels the desire to be chased that he admits to himself what’s going on. He can’t deny it, not when he’s so warm and so hungry for proteins and tender meat. That he pushes and shoves at Ray until he rolls out of bed to play is the last straw.
Ray’s too tired to make the connection at first, growling under his breath and rubbing his hands on his thighs to warm them up. He pauses suddenly, sniffing at the air, and Walt doesn’t wait for Ray’s eyes to darken with the awaking of his Wolf or for him to show any signs of realization.
Walt pushes himself from the bed and scrambles down the hall, slipping slightly on the wooden floors and mentally cursing whoever it was that decided cleaning them was a good idea. He doesn’t quite make it to the stairs before Ray pounces him, flailing to grab the banister to keep himself upright.
It’s no good. Ray is barely himself, his Wolf snarling and barely constrained strength forcing Walt onto his belly. His teeth are sharp against the back of Walt’s neck and all Walt wants to do is grind against the floor furtively until Ray either takes him or he comes in his torn jeans.
Just as easily as Ray caught him though, he lets go. He sits back on his heels over Walt’s ass and grinds against him with almost lazy rolls of his hips. “Nate was fucking right about this,” he says, keeping Walt pinned with one hand on the small of his back. “Whole pack is gonna go crazy smelling you.”
Walt tenses at that and whines. He’s not so far gone into his Heat to want that, to willingly roll onto his back and spread his legs for any Wolf in the Pack. Right now, all he wants to do is be chased and to wrestle. There’s no need to be fucked right now, not when affectionate touches and nips are just as satisfying.
Ray stands up slowly and puts his bare foot on Walt’s ass. “When I let go, you’re going to run.” He doesn’t need to say it, because that’s exactly what Walt wants to do, but Walt nods his head in understanding anyways. Slowly, Ray lifts his foot off of Walt’s ass and Walt pushes himself to his feet and takes off down the hall.
- - -
Walt cleans the taste of sweat and come from Ray’s skin with long, lazy licks of his tongue, sucking kisses into his belly shyly. Ray doesn’t ask him to stop, doesn’t seem the least bit concerned he’s being marked by the Omega. Then again, Ray always does get a little blissed out after he comes, even if he was just grinding his cock in the warm heat between Walt’s thighs.
Ray’s lack of focus doesn’t stop him from running his fingers through Walt’s hair gently when Walt sucks his cock clean. His hips rock up uselessly, but Walt keeps the contact light.
He hears the soft padding of feet - Brad, Walt’s Wolf tells him, heavy footsteps, salt water and sun, want - and he tips his head to the side to look, teasing his tongue against the slit of Ray’s cock gently.
“I can smell you all over the goddamn house,” Brad says, but he doesn’t sound annoyed. He crosses the room quietly before crouching down next to Walt and slipping his fingers between Walt’s thighs. He’s still sticky with come here, but Brad doesn’t seem fazed and he rubs his fingers against Walt’s hole gently. “How long do you have left, you think?”
Walt rocks back against Brad’s fingers and moans his encouragement. “A few days, maybe. End of the week for sure.” He whines when Brad pulls his hand away, catching his wrist easily and sucking Brad’s fingers into his mouth.
Brad lets Walt with a soft growl, watching Walt’s mouth and tongue with narrowed eyes. “You should go shower and get in bed, just in case it starts early,” Brad says. His Wolf penetrates the words, and Walt let’s Brad’s fingers slip from his mouth easily to obey. “Ray, keep an eye on him.”
One of Ray’s eyes opens slowly and he regards Brad coolly. He’s not disobeying, not exactly, but his casual attitude when dealing with Brad’s Wolf is so much more than Walt ever dare hope to achieve. Ray likes being made to submit though, and rarely rolls over as easily as Walt does.
Eventually, Ray stretches and sits up and leans in to nip Walt’s jaw. “Come on, Walt. You heard the boss.” When he pushes himself to his feet and reaches for Walt’s hand, Walt takes it easily and follows.
- - -
Walt dreams about running through high grasses as far as the eye can see, spurred on by an itch he can’t quite seem to sate. He’s not going anywhere, not really, but he’s not without purpose. He needs to run, hard and fast and as far as he can because he’s waiting. To be found, to be chased, to be pounced and pinned in the tall grass and fucked until he’s screamed himself hoarse.
When he wakes up, he feels stifled in the heat of Brad’s body around him, pinning him into the mattress bodily. Walt knows Nate and Ray are here as well, can feel one of them breathing on him but their scents are too heady and he’s too hot and hard to think about anything other than how the sticky sheets feel when he tries to rut his hips uselessly.
There’s a low growl when Walt tries to get a hand on himself, and Brad’s fingers curl tight around his wrist and pin his hand to the mattress by his face. It does nothing to sate the need - makes it worse, with the way Brad’s fingers make him ache and throb in time with his cock - and Walt sucks his own fingers into his mouth for some sort of relief.
Brad lets go of Walt’s wrist slowly and rolls over, dragging Walt’s body with him. His fingers are so hot when they touch Walt’s cock, making his hips jerk forward instinctively for more. Brad’s fingers stay loose, but he lets Walt fuck himself into the curl of them while he sucks on his own fingers noisily.
When Walt comes with a muffled cry, Nate’s dark green eyes are shining with the tell-tale sign of his Wolf. His teeth are sharp when they scrape against Walt’s wrist, but he just licks Walt’s spit from his fingers before reaching for Brad’s hand to suck his fingers free of Walt’s come.
It’s easy for Walt to fall asleep after that, sweat cooling on his skin and Brad keeping him warm, his steady breathing and low growls luring him back to sleep.
- - -
The sheets aren’t allowed to be changed. They smell like Walt and sex and Heat, but Brad and Ray and Nate as well. The heavy scent of Pack fills Walt’s mind when he pushes his face into the mattress and he ignores the low spike of arousal in his gut in favor of rolling around in the bed.
He knows Nate is watching him with an indulgent smile, can feel it in their Pack sense, but when he pushes forth an invitation of bed, warm, the scent of Pack and sex, Nate just huffs and shakes his head. “I have to talk with Doc and Patterson about Pack business.”
“After?” Walt asks, rolling onto his back and bowing his spine. It feels good, but more importantly, it draws Nate’s gaze to the curl of his body and Walt’s cock.
“Maybe,” Nate says, but Walt knows he means yes.
- - -
Ray doesn’t join Walt in the tub, but he sits on the porcelain lip and watches Walt wash himself carefully. He’s half-hard in his jeans in a way that has everything to do with the fact Walt’s blood is pumping through his system and demanding touch, but Brad said not yet and so they’re forced to wait.
It’s always better to wait until Walt’s Heat kicks in completely before they fuck, but it leaves him with a lot of free time to prep himself and play. He’s got bruises blossoming on his elbows and knees from running around the house and being pounced on by Ray, but Walt doesn’t really mind. It feels good when he digs his nails into them and he likes the way Ray looks at him when he moans.
“I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” Ray says, his eyes dark with his Wolf and his voice near-whining. He watches Walt rub a washcloth over his skin slowly, and Walt purposefully takes his time rubbing the soapy cloth on his cock between his thighs. “You’re a goddamn tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I intend to put out later,” Walt replies sweetly with a smile. He laughs when Ray sticks his hand in the water and splashes him and shoves at Ray’s hip with a wet foot in response. “Stop. No splashing.”
Ray whines softly, a keening sound tangled with both his own desire and his Wolf’s. “Hurry up. I want to chase you again. If we can’t fuck yet, the least we can do is play chase and let me pounce you.”
Walt rolls his eyes, but it’s all the encouragement he needs to hurry up and finish his bath.
- - -
His Heat starts sometime in the middle of the afternoon. Walt’s not sure what time exactly, has been hiding his face in the curve of Brad’s hip and listening to him read aloud. He’s not entirely sure what he’s listening to, or for how long Brad’s been talking. Walt isn’t even sure when the low creep of warmth started picking up until suddenly he feels like his blood is on fire.
With shaky hands, Walt tries to push away from Brad but he doesn’t get far before Brad drags him back in. His arms are strong and he’s hot, too hot, but Walt lets himself be manhandled into Brad’s lap and moans when he feels Brad’s cock digging into his hip through the layers of their clothes.
Walt wonders briefly how long Brad has smelled this coming on and how he could possibly have the patience to keep reading before he promptly decides he doesn’t care. There are more important things to think about right now, like getting naked and being touched.
“It’s hot,” Walt whines, squirming in Brad’s arms and pawing at the covers and his clothes to kick them off. “So hot. Brad, please.” He keeps whining, soft pleading sounds spurred on by his Wolf, but it only serves to make Brad’s Wolf to growl right back. Walt goes still, but his sounds become needier. “Brad.”
Brad doesn’t respond verbally, just tucks his face in the crook of Walt’s neck and inhales deeply. He sighs, sounding simultaneously frustrated and pleased, his hot tongue flicking out to lick the sweat from Walt’s skin. “You smell so fucking good,” Brad growls, pushing Walt onto the bed and crawling over him, pinning him down with his size and the force of his gaze alone.
Walt whines again. his fingers tremble when he starts to pull his shirt up, and Brad ducks down to lick and kiss every exposed bit of skin he can touch. Brad is practically gentle in Walt’s handling compared to Before, and Walt moans loudly when he gets himself free of his shirt and Brad starts to lick at his nipples.
“I want to go outside,” Walt moans. He touches his fingers to Brad’s shoulders hesitantly, skimming the tips along his arms and back up to his jaw, his hair. He doesn’t know where to touch, doesn’t know if he should when his Wolf is begging for submission and for Walt to just roll over onto his belly already. “It’s too hot, Brad. Brad. I want to - I want to go outside.”
“No,” Brad growls quietly. He punctuates it with a nip to Walt’s nipple before licking his way up Walt’s chest to mouth kisses to his throat. “The Pack would fucking tear you apart if they could smell you right now.”
Walt whimpers and tips his head to the side in submission. It gives Brad more room to lick and kiss, his hands already moving deftly to undo Walt’s jeans and tug them off. Every touch sets Walt’s nerve endings on fire and he doesn’t know if he wants to run away or beg for more. He needs something right now and he isn’t getting it.
“Brad,” Walt whines. “Brad, please. Brad, Brad, Brad.”
Brad has to sit back on his heels to tug Walt’s jeans down, and Walt is more than willing to arch his hips and kick them off. It feels better without them, cooler, but it isn’t enough. He’s stopped from going any further by the soft creak of the floorboard and a low, warning growl from Nate.
Nate and Brad stare at each other for a minute, both of their Wolves demanding dominance, but Brad eventually submits and flicks his eyes away to look back at Walt. “You can have him in a minute,” Nate says quietly, and Walt doesn’t try to muffle his desperate cry.
- - -
Nate’s fingers dig into Walt’s thighs tight as he forces them further apart, and the rough scrape of his stubble makes Walt’s oversensitive skin burn. Walt wants to howl and Nate hasn’t done more than breathe on him. His breath is hot, his hands are hot, the first swipe of his tongue between Walt’s thighs is scalding.
Walt did this for himself hours ago, but Nate doesn’t seem to care. He’s stretched enough for Nate’s tongue to press inside of him easily and he huffs lightly.
“You taste like pineapple,” Nate says, his nose wrinkling slightly, but it doesn’t make him pull away or stop. His tongue teases circles around Walt’s hole, licking broad lines up to the back of Walt’s sac and back down. He keens, pleased, and Walt has to fist the sheets to keep from thrashing around.
Nate takes his time though, despite the fact Brad and Ray are perched on the edge of the bed waiting and Walt is moaning desperately for more. Eventually, he picks up the pineapple flavored lube and fits his fingers in Walt, two at first than three and four. It makes Walt ache but it isn’t enough.
“Do you want to run, Walt?” Nate asks softly, pressing soft kisses to the tense muscles in Walt’s thighs. It makes Walt shudder and Nate nuzzles him, but Walt can’t hide his moan. His muscles burn from the desire to move, to be chased, just as much as his body weeps for him to be held down and fucked.
Sitting back slowly, Nate and his Wolf grin. “Run.”
- - -
It’s easier for Walt to evade them when they’re fighting against each other. They always do during the first part of the chase, when their Wolves are too full of the desire to be the first one to dominate him to accept the fact it’s only hindering their plan. Walt nearly tumbles down the stairs when Brad pounces, but he rolls easily and manages to catch himself on the landing.
There’s a thrill in this as much as there is in everything else. He still feels hot, too hot, but he knows better than to try to go outside. Walt wants to cool down but he doesn’t want to be torn apart. More than that, he wants to feel the burn in his lungs and he wants to be caught.
Walt can feel them all around him, Brad and Nate and Ray and the annoyed howls of their Wolves. He doesn’t need to see them to know where they are, can feel it in the air and his Pack sense. It makes it easy for him to dodge swipes and to dance out of the way of pouncing bodies.
He’s almost caught when he jumps over the back of the couch, Nate’s body slamming into him hard. They roll around on the floor, fighting against each other and Walt is ready to burst from the rush of it all. He’s ready to submit when he hears Ray’s low growl and suddenly Nate is being shoved aside and Walt is free to push himself to his feet and take off again.
Brad collides with him and forces him to the ground in the kitchen. Walt cries out his protest when his knees and elbows bang on the linoleum hard, and he’s too sore from the pain to fight Brad off. He doesn’t want to anyways, not when Brad’s hands drag his hips into the air and force his shoulders to the ground.
As soon as the chase started, it ends. Walt’s Heat has officially begun.