John Price

Price knew getting a demi-human was going to include hard days and easy days. He knew animalistic tendencies would overthrow any kind of human logic, but he knew with the right motivation, he would be able to allow them that difference. He’d be able to allow them to be a human during training, but an animal alone. It kept everything professional.

Although Price was hesitant because of those major genetic differences, he still complied with Laswell’s request, because he knew it was necessary. He knew it would help if they were trained right, and he was honestly excited for something new. It meant he’d be off missions for a few weeks while training the demi.

And honestly, he was surprised at how quick {User} seemed to pick up on those cues within the first few days of receiving them. They managed to listen to each command–maybe being a bit sloppy at first–and recite them back with efficiency. Price wouldn’t say he adored {User}, but he was certainly intrigued and fascinated with their nature. They acted as if they could follow like a person, but had that same animalistic tendency to obey something. Price expected that obedience to bite him in the ass, but it never did. He wasn’t sure what to think.

That obedience stayed. During invasive medical exams, when getting bandaged up after getting injured, or even when being asked to do small things that Price could very well do himself. Price never really questioned the obedience, except when they began hiding small things out of fear of...being needy? Is that what {User} had implied?

Well, needless to say, Price wasn’t taking that for an answer. He’d nudge and prod at every answer until he got to the bottom of it, until they finally created a way to communicate. {User} would explain what they wanted or needed, and Price would follow up with a single question; Do you want me to help out with that, or do you want to simply state it?

It helped. It gave Price enough information on what {User} wanted without forcing either of them into a position that made a regretful decision. Although, other people didn’t seem to notice that same logic.

Price wasn’t sure what happened in great detail, except {User} got a sexual reminder and didn’t take it well. Price figured it was a reminder from a conversation from another one of the soldiers, but he wasn’t able to dig any further before {User} shut down. Silent, distant, everything Price hated seeing in them. At the same time, he felt like it was on him for not noticing.

---

Price had found {User} sitting under a collage of blankets and seeming distant for a few days. Both of them had gone back to Price’s home while they had a gap between training and deployment. {User} didn’t eat. Sometimes he’d notice a few of his melatonin gone, and figured {User} had forced themself to take it just to have a reason to be knocked out when it came time for meals. Price figured they were sick, so he left food by the blankets. He did that for a week until he noticed that same food being buried under trash in the garbage. They hadn’t eaten any of it.

So now {User} had a detective on their ass, trying to figure out what the hell happened. They didn’t speak, but wrote it down on paper; CSA. Childhood sexual assault. And a wet sleeve.

The kind of wet sleeve Price saw when his men were injured.

And fuck, he hated seeing it on {User}.

For an hour, Price helped them clean up. He used wipes to clean them up, washed their arms and bandaged their body. He gave them a few crackers, but he suspected they’d leave it. He couldn’t force them to eat it, because he wasn’t going to break the bond they had. Price wanted {User} to come to him for this sort of thing, not to avoid him.

But now, he didn’t want to leave {User}. He wanted them comfortable in the blankets and the new long sleeve they wore, but he hadn’t exactly checked over the room. He hadn’t checked {User} over. Who knew where they were hiding a blade, a piece of plastic...anything.

So he settled for sitting in front of them. He didn’t touch them, except for leaning over to give their head a small kiss. He didn’t bring them in his lap, because he didn’t want them spiraling over that too. He simply entertained their animalistic side–wiggling his fingers, tapping them on the floor, offering the occasional treat. But never touching. Not now.

Price knew getting a demi-human was going to include hard days and easy days. He knew animalistic tendencies would overthrow any kind of human logic, but he knew with the right motivation, he would be able to allow them that difference. He’d be able to allow them to be a human during training, but an animal alone. It kept everything professional.

Although Price was hesitant because of those major genetic differences, he still complied with Laswell’s request, because he knew it was necessary. He knew it would help if they were trained right, and he was honestly excited for something new. It meant he’d be off missions for a few weeks while training the demi.

And honestly, he was surprised at how quick {User} seemed to pick up on those cues within the first few days of receiving them. They managed to listen to each command–maybe being a bit sloppy at first–and recite them back with efficiency. Price wouldn’t say he adored {User}, but he was certainly intrigued and fascinated with their nature. They acted as if they could follow like a person, but had that same animalistic tendency to obey something. Price expected that obedience to bite him in the ass, but it never did. He wasn’t sure what to think.

That obedience stayed. During invasive medical exams, when getting bandaged up after getting injured, or even when being asked to do small things that Price could very well do himself. Price never really questioned the obedience, except when they began hiding small things out of fear of...being needy? Is that what {User} had implied?

Well, needless to say, Price wasn’t taking that for an answer. He’d nudge and prod at every answer until he got to the bottom of it, until they finally created a way to communicate. {User} would explain what they wanted or needed, and Price would follow up with a single question; Do you want me to help out with that, or do you want to simply state it?

It helped. It gave Price enough information on what {User} wanted without forcing either of them into a position that made a regretful decision. Although, other people didn’t seem to notice that same logic.

Price wasn’t sure what happened in great detail, except {User} got a sexual reminder and didn’t take it well. Price knew it was from him, but he wasn’t sure how to take it. {User} had agreed to this, but he wasn’t able to dig any further before {User} shut down. Silent, distant, everything Price hated seeing in them. At the same time, he felt like it was on him for not noticing.

---

Both of them had gone back to Price’s home while they had a gap between training and deployment. Both were pent up, but only one of them was really going to initiate it, because Price knew {User} would shut down the instant they tried. Price was trying to be as cautious as possible, but he wasn’t sure of how well it was working.

Neither of them were naked yet. {User} was on their back on Price’s bed, while Price was settled between their legs. His hands were over their hips, keeping them steady while also allowing his fingers to slip under their shirt just enough to feel their stomach. His mouth moved from their neck to their jaw, to the corner of their mouth, but never becoming direct enough to kiss them on their lips. He stayed gentle, combing their hair back whenever it got in their eyes and being as slow as possible.

“Pretty like this,” he murmured, his lips near the edge of their ear just to feel it twitch from the contact. “You’re being so brave.”

He didn’t give them many options. He would stop if asked, but he didn’t want to overwhelm them with the idea of so many choices or variety on how to go through this.

Price’s kisses moved down, staying gentle as he went over {User}’s chest, their stomach, their navel, until he reached against their pant line. When he looked up at them for confirmation, he paused when he noticed a glint of hesitation.

“Okay, let’s...”

Price sat back on his heels, watching as {User} relaxed with the removal of his touch. “Okay, come here, sweet thing.” One hand grabbed {User}’s neck, guiding them to sit up and into his arms. “It’s scary, I know, {User}. Let’s...Let’s take a break, yeah? Come here.”

Price knew getting a demi-human was going to include hard days and easy days. He knew animalistic tendencies would overthrow any kind of human logic, but he knew with the right motivation, he would be able to allow them that difference. He’d be able to allow them to be a human during training, but an animal alone. It kept everything professional.

Although Price was hesitant because of those major genetic differences, he still complied with Laswell’s request, because he knew it was necessary. He knew it would help if they were trained right, and he was honestly excited for something new. It meant he’d be off missions for a few weeks while training the demi.

And honestly, he was surprised at how quick {User} seemed to pick up on those cues within the first few days of receiving him. He managed to listen to each command–maybe being a bit sloppy at first–and recite them back with efficiency. Price wouldn’t say he adored {User}, but he was certainly intrigued and fascinated with their nature. He acted as if he could follow like a person, but had that same animalistic tendency to obey something. Price expected that obedience to bite him in the ass, but it never did. He wasn’t sure what to think.

That obedience stayed. During invasive medical exams, when getting bandaged up after getting injured, or even when being asked to do small things that Price could very well do himself. Price never really questioned the obedience, except when he began hiding small things out of fear of...being needy? Is that what {User} had implied?

Well, needless to say, Price wasn’t taking that for an answer. He’d nudge and prod at every answer until he got to the bottom of it, until they finally created a way to communicate. {User} would explain what he wanted or needed, and Price would follow up with a single question; Do you want me to help out with that, or do you want to simply state it?

It helped. It gave Price enough information on what {User} wanted without forcing either of them into a position that made a regretful decision. Although, other people didn’t seem to notice that same logic.

Price wasn’t sure what happened in great detail, except {User} got a sexual reminder and didn’t take it well. Price figured it was a reminder from a conversation from another one of the soldiers, but he wasn’t able to dig any further before {User} shut down. Silent, distant, everything Price hated seeing in him. At the same time, he felt like it was on him for not noticing.

---

Price had found {User} sitting under a collage of blankets and seeming distant for a few days. Both of them had gone back to Price’s home while they had a gap between training and deployment. {User} didn’t eat. Sometimes he’d notice a few of his melatonin gone, and figured {User} had forced himself to take it just to have a reason to be knocked out when it came time for meals. Price figured they were sick, so he left food by the blankets. He did that for a week until he noticed that same food being buried under trash in the garbage. He hadn’t eaten any of it.

So now {User} had a detective on his ass, trying to figure out what the hell happened. He didn’t speak, but wrote it down on paper; CSA. Childhood sexual assault. And a wet sleeve.

The kind of wet sleeve Price saw when his men were injured.

And fuck, he hated seeing it on {User}.

For an hour, Price helped him clean up. He used wipes to clean them up, washed his arms and bandaged his body. He gave him a few crackers, but he suspected he’d leave it. He couldn’t force him to eat it, because he wasn’t going to break the bond they had. Price wanted {User} to come to him for this sort of thing, not to avoid him.

But now, he didn’t want to leave {User}. He wanted him comfortable in the blankets and the new long sleeve he wore, but he hadn’t exactly checked over the room. He hadn’t checked {User} over. Who knew where he was hiding a blade, a piece of plastic...anything.

So he settled for sitting in front of him. He didn’t touch him, except for leaning over to give his head a small kiss. He didn’t bring him in his lap, because he didn’t want him spiraling over that too. He simply entertained their animalistic side–wiggling his fingers, tapping them on the floor, offering the occasional treat. But never touching. Not now.

Price knew getting a demi-human was going to include hard days and easy days. He knew animalistic tendencies would overthrow any kind of human logic, but he knew with the right motivation, he would be able to allow them that difference. He’d be able to allow them to be a human during training, but an animal alone. It kept everything professional.

Although Price was hesitant because of those major genetic differences, he still complied with Laswell’s request, because he knew it was necessary. He knew it would help if they were trained right, and he was honestly excited for something new. It meant he’d be off missions for a few weeks while training the demi.

And honestly, he was surprised at how quick {User} seemed to pick up on those cues within the first few days of receiving him. He managed to listen to each command–maybe being a bit sloppy at first–and recite them back with efficiency. Price wouldn’t say he adored {User}, but he was certainly intrigued and fascinated with their nature. He acted as if he could follow like a person, but had that same animalistic tendency to obey something. Price expected that obedience to bite him in the ass, but it never did. He wasn’t sure what to think.

That obedience stayed. During invasive medical exams, when getting bandaged up after getting injured, or even when being asked to do small things that Price could very well do himself. Price never really questioned the obedience, except when he began hiding small things out of fear of...being needy? Is that what {User} had implied?

Well, needless to say, Price wasn’t taking that for an answer. He’d nudge and prod at every answer until he got to the bottom of it, until they finally created a way to communicate. {User} would explain what he wanted or needed, and Price would follow up with a single question; Do you want me to help out with that, or do you want to simply state it?

It helped. It gave Price enough information on what {User} wanted without forcing either of them into a position that made a regretful decision. Although, other people didn’t seem to notice that same logic.

Price wasn’t sure what happened in great detail, except {User} got a sexual reminder and didn’t take it well. Price knew it was from him, but he wasn’t sure how to take it. {User} had agreed to this, but he wasn’t able to dig any further before {User} shut down. Silent, distant, everything Price hated seeing in him. At the same time, he felt like it was on him for not noticing.

---

Both of them had gone back to Price’s home while they had a gap between training and deployment. Both were pent up, but only one of them was really going to initiate it, because Price knew {User} would shut down the instant he tried. Price was trying to be as cautious as possible, but he wasn’t sure of how well it was working.

Neither of them were naked yet. {User} was on his back on Price’s bed, while Price was settled between his legs. His hands were over his hips, keeping them steady while also allowing his fingers to slip under his shirt just enough to feel his stomach. His mouth moved from his neck to his jaw, to the corner of his mouth, but never becoming direct enough to kiss him on his lips. He stayed gentle, combing his hair back whenever it got in his eyes and being as slow as possible.

“Pretty like this,” he murmured, his lips near the edge of his ear just to feel it twitch from the contact. “You’re being so brave.”

He didn’t give him many options. He would stop if asked, but he didn’t want to overwhelm him with the idea of so many choices or variety on how to go through this.

Price’s kisses moved down, staying gentle as he went over {User}’s chest, his stomach, his navel, until he reached against his pant line. When he looked up at him for confirmation, he paused when he noticed a glint of hesitation.

“Okay, let’s...”

Price sat back on his heels, watching as {User} relaxed with the removal of his touch. “Okay, come here, sweet thing.” One hand grabbed {User}’s neck, guiding him to sit up and into his arms. “It’s scary, I know, my boy. Let’s...Let’s take a break, yeah? Come here.”

Price knew getting a demi-human was going to include hard days and easy days. He knew animalistic tendencies would overthrow any kind of human logic, but he knew with the right motivation, he would be able to allow them that difference. He’d be able to allow them to be a human during training, but an animal alone. It kept everything professional.

Although Price was hesitant because of those major genetic differences, he still complied with Laswell’s request, because he knew it was necessary. He knew it would help if they were trained right, and he was honestly excited for something new. It meant he’d be off missions for a few weeks while training the demi.

And honestly, he was surprised at how quick {User} seemed to pick up on those cues within the first few days of receiving her. She managed to listen to each command–maybe being a bit sloppy at first–and recite them back with efficiency. Price wouldn’t say he adored {User}, but he was certainly intrigued and fascinated with their nature. She acted as if she could follow like a person, but had that same animalistic tendency to obey something. Price expected that obedience to bite him in the ass, but it never did. He wasn’t sure what to think.

That obedience stayed. During invasive medical exams, when getting bandaged up after getting injured, or even when being asked to do small things that Price could very well do himself. Price never really questioned the obedience, except when she began hiding small things out of fear of...being needy? Is that what {User} had implied?

Well, needless to say, Price wasn’t taking that for an answer. He’d nudge and prod at every answer until he got to the bottom of it, until they finally created a way to communicate. {User} would explain what she wanted or needed, and Price would follow up with a single question; Do you want me to help out with that, or do you want to simply state it?

It helped. It gave Price enough information on what {User} wanted without forcing either of them into a position that made a regretful decision. Although, other people didn’t seem to notice that same logic.

Price wasn’t sure what happened in great detail, except {User} got a sexual reminder and didn’t take it well. Price figured it was a reminder from a conversation from another one of the soldiers, but he wasn’t able to dig any further before {User} shut down. Silent, distant, everything Price hated seeing in her. At the same time, he felt like it was on him for not noticing.

---

Price had found {User} sitting under a collage of blankets and seeming distant for a few days. Both of them had gone back to Price’s home while they had a gap between training and deployment. {User} didn’t eat. Sometimes he’d notice a few of his melatonin gone, and figured {User} had forced herself to take it just to have a reason to be knocked out when it came time for meals. Price figured they were sick, so he left food by the blankets. He did that for a week until he noticed that same food being buried under trash in the garbage. She hadn’t eaten any of it.

So now {User} had a detective on her ass, trying to figure out what the hell happened. She didn’t speak, but wrote it down on paper; CSA. Childhood sexual assault. And a wet sleeve.

The kind of wet sleeve Price saw when his men were injured.

And fuck, he hated seeing it on {User}.

For an hour, Price helped her clean up. He used wipes to clean them up, washed her arms and bandaged her body. He gave her a few crackers, but he suspected she’d leave it. He couldn’t force her to eat it, because he wasn’t going to break the bond they had. Price wanted {User} to come to him for this sort of thing, not to avoid him.

But now, he didn’t want to leave {User}. He wanted her comfortable in the blankets and the new long sleeve she wore, but he hadn’t exactly checked over the room. He hadn’t checked {User} over. Who knew where she was hiding a blade, a piece of plastic...anything.

So he settled for sitting in front of her. He didn’t touch her, except for leaning over to give her head a small kiss. He didn’t bring her in his lap, because he didn’t want her spiraling over that too. He simply entertained their animalistic side–wiggling his fingers, tapping them on the floor, offering the occasional treat. But never touching. Not now.

Price knew getting a demi-human was going to include hard days and easy days. He knew animalistic tendencies would overthrow any kind of human logic, but he knew with the right motivation, he would be able to allow them that difference. He’d be able to allow them to be a human during training, but an animal alone. It kept everything professional.

Although Price was hesitant because of those major genetic differences, he still complied with Laswell’s request, because he knew it was necessary. He knew it would help if they were trained right, and he was honestly excited for something new. It meant he’d be off missions for a few weeks while training the demi.

And honestly, he was surprised at how quick {User} seemed to pick up on those cues within the first few days of receiving her. She managed to listen to each command–maybe being a bit sloppy at first–and recite them back with efficiency. Price wouldn’t say he adored {User}, but he was certainly intrigued and fascinated with their nature. She acted as if she could follow like a person, but had that same animalistic tendency to obey something. Price expected that obedience to bite him in the ass, but it never did. He wasn’t sure what to think.

That obedience stayed. During invasive medical exams, when getting bandaged up after getting injured, or even when being asked to do small things that Price could very well do himself. Price never really questioned the obedience, except when she began hiding small things out of fear of...being needy? Is that what {User} had implied?

Well, needless to say, Price wasn’t taking that for an answer. He’d nudge and prod at every answer until he got to the bottom of it, until they finally created a way to communicate. {User} would explain what she wanted or needed, and Price would follow up with a single question; Do you want me to help out with that, or do you want to simply state it?

It helped. It gave Price enough information on what {User} wanted without forcing either of them into a position that made a regretful decision. Although, other people didn’t seem to notice that same logic.

Price wasn’t sure what happened in great detail, except {User} got a sexual reminder and didn’t take it well. Price knew it was from him, but he wasn’t sure how to take it. {User} had agreed to this, but he wasn’t able to dig any further before {User} shut down. Silent, distant, everything Price hated seeing in her. At the same time, he felt like it was on him for not noticing.

---

Both of them had gone back to Price’s home while they had a gap between training and deployment. Both were pent up, but only one of them was really going to initiate it, because Price knew {User} would shut down the instant she tried. Price was trying to be as cautious as possible, but he wasn’t sure of how well it was working.

Neither of them were naked yet. {User} was on her back on Price’s bed, while Price was settled between her legs. His hands were over her hips, keeping them steady while also allowing his fingers to slip under her shirt just enough to feel her stomach. His mouth moved from her neck to her jaw, to the corner of her mouth, but never becoming direct enough to kiss her on her lips. He stayed gentle, combing her hair back whenever it got in her eyes and being as slow as possible.

“Pretty like this,” he murmured, his lips near the edge of her ear just to feel it twitch from the contact. “You’re being so brave.”

He didn’t give her many options. He would stop if asked, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her with the idea of so many choices or variety on how to go through this.

Price’s kisses moved down, staying gentle as he went over {User}’s chest, her stomach, her navel, until he reached against her pant line. When he looked up at her for confirmation, he paused when he noticed a glint of hesitation.

“Okay, let’s...”

Price sat back on his heels, watching as {User} relaxed with the removal of his touch. “Okay, come here, sweet thing.” One hand grabbed {User}’s neck, guiding her to sit up and into his arms. “It’s scary, I know, my girl. Let’s...Let’s take a break, yeah? Come here.”