You were so golden that we forgot you're human..

John didn't remember how it went exactly…. His body was overtaken by an urge he had never felt when Thel ran his hand over the side of his neck and down his chest, tugging him to his body. The Spartan didn't know how to respond as the Elite began to tug at his body. It was rough and raw as the Elite ripped his clothes from his body. Thel pressed his head into the crook of John's neck- making a shuddering growl, his tongue dancing across his skin, nibbling across his shoulders, making the soldier groan.. He did not know human bodies but he acted like it- clamping down on his broad shoulder. John hissed as he grabbed at his chest piece- searching for something to undo, which was a lot easier said than done.

"I know you are unsure of this… but allow me to lead.." he growled out. His large hands explored the Spartan's body roughly, grabbing and squeezing at sensitive parts that made the Spartan shudder with excitement. John learned quickly though as Thel's armor fell, and the two stood naked in the middle of the temple, no one but them. John had no experience in the realm of which they were standing in but he let Thel take control.

The sangheili ran his mandibles over his body, tugging them together, teasing his sensitive skin. His tongue scraped against his neck, slightly barbed as his hands slid over the strong back of the Spartan. A groan erupted from his lips, pressing into the Arbiter's chest. John only followed suit, his hands moving over the scaley body of the alien, foreign on his fingertips as his lips touched the strangely cold skin.

His hand brushed against the scarring on Thel's chest, regardless of how long it had been it was still sensitive. He tossed John to the floor with a heavy grunt, the Spartan hissing at the feeling of hard clay floors smacked his bare back. John looked up, his eyes in a haze as he watched the Elite drop to his knees. In all the things he had done- John would say this was surely the most reckless. The Elite's large hand grabbed the Spartan's thick thigh, tugging him to him roughly across the ground. John grit his teeth as he pushed against his chest, watching as the Elite wrapped his mandibles across his shoulder yet again. His hand palmed at his bare skin, finding John's already hardened shaft. His fingers wrapped around it, stroking it hastily. John couldn't describe the feeling that burst through his chest and came to his throat. His eyes wide as he looked up at Thel, amazed at the feeling of his hand stroking over him.

Thel's face cracked in an almost smile. He had not planned on this, but the Spartan's curiosity had stoked the fires within him. He had imagined the Spartan becoming his time and time again but today, he made that fantasy his. His large hand parted his legs, taking in every little detail of John's nearly spectral skin. The scars that littered his body, he was overtaken at the sight of the warrior. Thel's other hand came to his waist, placing his fingers at strangely placed scales at the base of his hips, pressing against it as they started to part. A light blue tip began to emerge, already slick.

"You will be mine, Spartan." He growled darkly as he picked up his thighs and tugged him hard to his body. The slick member pressing between his cheeks. John suddenly realized what was about to happen as he felt the foreign object press between him. He would've called it sweet, or romantic in the way the Arbiter took him. But it was none of those things. It was hard and painful. Lustful.

"Dammit—that hurts…"

John's head fell back as he felt the pressure stretching him wide. His hands braced the ground as a stiff groan passed his lips. His brows furrowed as he looked up at Thel, the gaze was more than starved for the passion he was showing him. Hands grabbed John's hips as he pulled his body flush to his own with bruising force. A moan passed his lips, making John arch his back as the Arbiter began to move inside of him. The Spartan had never experienced such blinding pleasure in his life. The large shaft pressing deep inside of him as Thel snapped his hips in a rough manner. He did not take it easy on the man, watching his body jerk against the rough ground as he took him for what he was worth, over and over.

The Sangheili braced his body above the man, pinning one hip to the ground, the other heavy on the floor above his head, the Spartan's legs thrown over his waist. John had never been more submissive than he was right now. His hand pushed at Thel's chest with a growl. His movements rushed and violent but John revelled in it.

"Hngh .. Arbiter… don't .." John's breath caught in his throat with each thrust, looking down between them as he watched the Arbiter fill him.. He looked up- the fervid Sangheili's mandibles parting ashe panted. His hands pressed against Thel's body, holding onto his shoulder to brace himself. John cried out, god what we're these noises that came from him? The Spartan closed his eyes as he pressed his face against the heated skin of the Elite.

His body writhed, cock dripping against his stomach as he felt the Sangheili bring him to a shockwave of pleasure that made his body crumble with a loud cry. The Arbiter grinned with satisfaction as he filled the Master Chief with his own release, slamming up into him with a growl.

John's body shivered, chest heaving hard for air, the Sangheili still inside of him. The beast laughed some as he ran his hand over John's chest- pressing his seed into his skin. The Spartan laid there, wondering how he had gotten himself into this wonderful mess.

It took a long moment before the Elite decided he was finished with the other's body, pulling out, letting the Spartan lay there.

"Such a beautiful sight you make underneath me, Chief." He spoke lowly, running his hand over the other's thigh. John's face reddened as he pushed the Elite back off of him, sitting up with a wince. His hip was darkly bruised, and ached painfully.

"I don't think ONI would approve." John said as he stood on shaken legs, his hip creaking underneath its skin. His body was numb and tense from the experience, the way the Arbiter looked at him made a shiver run down his spine.John looked at his watch, he had three hours left before he had to leave.

"To hell with your ONI." Thel spat, feeling crushed from his words- was this all the Spartan had to say? They had bonded… the Spartan had clearly submitted without hesitation. He had brought him here to extend his life to be shared with him…. It was a match meant to be. The Sangheili grabbed the soldier's strong arm and pulled him closer.

"I have to leave in three hours."

"Must you be so brash? Can we not take this moment to relish this..?" John didn't know what to say, his hand reaching up and touching the side of the other's face. He couldn't show Thel emotion. He couldn't return the feelings that he spoke of. So why did he want him? Hewasn't capable of this. "I wish you to stay."

"I can't do that." John replied as he looked down at him, the Sangheili nearly his height on his knees.

"I know you cannot. But I need you to know that I want you here." The Arbiter explained as he pressed his head against his stomach. "Let is dress and return…" Thel said as he nuzzled his skin. John felt his stomach flip, his hand resting on the back of his neck. The guilt was heavy on the Spartan's shoulders. Why was he doing this to him?

They took their time and dressed, John just keeping his gaze low. Everything hurt, but it had been well worth it in his mind regardless as his body ached from the Elite's touch. Once they got back, John had only an hour of time to spare. They made their way through the small path, the Sangheili running his fingers low on his back to show his affection before they crossed the courtyard. His heart broke at the rejection from the Spartan. But he hoped the forefather's would not be so cruel.

But their time together was not easily ignored- other Sangheili tilted their heads curiously, the Spartan heavy with Thel's scent. It was quite obvious what had happened between them. John could hear the low murmurs as they passed a pair of guards, the Arbiter only turning his head to hiss at them. He had never seen Elites depart so fast. Arbiter led him to the landing pad, still being loaded by troops that had flown down to help Dr. Halsey to collect her things. John looked to the Sangheili, who looked rather saddened by the sight he saw, turning his attention to his bond.

"No matter the distance I will be here waiting, Spartan. When you decide the time is right." The Elite ran his hand through his soft hair, John closed his eyes at the touch.

"I'm sure I'll be around soon."

"I look forward to that day." The Arbiter replied as he stepped out of the doorway- heading down the ramp towards the Pelican with an awkward gait. What he did not know was that Halsey watched their reaction intently. That was no usual Sangheili goodbye. They were far too reserved.

-*-*-*-

John had made his way to the showers on the ship, his body wet and sticky. He had to go to the medical bay, he was sure of it. But he couldn't go to it with the condition he was currently in. John stood in the hot water, wincing at the sting on his skin. He hated how open the facilities were on the ship…. Because he knew he was being stared at. His back was torn up, from his rib cage to his hip was bruised, along with a clear, four fingered handprint on his thigh. The Arbiter had been rough with him. It didn't matter because he could take it and the sheer power of the beast had been completely intoxicating.

He avoided the stares of the marines as he dressed and headed for the medical bay to get scanned. But he didn't realize what a big mistake that had been. The corpsman avoided all conversation with the Chief, just typing away on his computer about his condition. Between the fractured hip bone and contusions on his lower body that had clearly been noted. It had Dr. Halsey's suspicion was immediately confirmed. When the elder woman walked in, looking at the corpsman, she stared hard at him.

"That will be all." She said harshly.

"But ma'am.."

"I said that will be all. And you will speak to no one about this." She hissed, the soldier saluting before he scampered out of the room. Halsey stepped into the examination room. "John…. I know that you are smarter than this. Please tell me you did not do what I think you did." She said as she put her hands on her hips.

"What do you think I did?" He answered sourly- having a sneaking suspicion she would not agree.

"Why are you so intent on hiding it?" She asked curiously as she pulled up his body scans- right there on the screen. Every little thing that had happened to his body…. Oh it showed it all.

"Why do you need to know?"

"So I can protect you, John." She pleaded to him, pursing her lips, shaking her head.

"From what?" His deep voice hissed.

"From ONI.. I might have created the Spartan-II program but they own you. Do you not understand? I have to tell them. it's already in the system.. After everything you have been through with Cortana, I have no choice. They are watching you." She huffed.

John went to open his mouth for a response- but couldn't think of anything. He was owned. An investment for the long run. She just raised her hand and turned on the heel of her foot and headed for the door.

John grimaced as he got down from the counter and left. He felt a burn from the anger bubble inside of him. Why was it that everything he seemed to do lately was wrong?

But that was when the Chief's file had become locked down, only those who were in command knew the truth and he was to be blacklisted from any missions that were involving the Sangheili or the Arbiter directly. His emotional intellect was not broad enough to deal with these things. They see it as protecting him. He couldn't deal with these emotions, rendered incapable from indoctrination. His obsession with Cortana's death had already been a red flag on his file. And now with his recent actions on file with the Arbiter… they were keeping a close eye on him, and the Chief knew it. But in reality he knew the truth, it was for the protection of their investment from sabotage.

PRESENT DAY

John finished his wound prep as he ran his hand along the back of his neck as he thought about the time on Sangheilos… where those mandibles had been. He knew what ONI had done. They clearly did not approve of his actions, afraid of the consequences that would make the Chief act out. They linked it to his time with Meridian, searching for Cortana when she reared her head. They called him emotionally unstable and the talks of releasing him from duty due to the jeopardy he had put the UNSC at. But he had proved them wrong when he did not side with her. He had only wished it had been enough to revoke the orders that they had given to his commanding officers about Thel. If only they could see him now. They would lose their minds.

His mind continued to wander when Locke had bought him back to Sangheilios, a place Dr. Halsey had refused to allow him to go for a long time. It might have seemed light, but it wasn't. She watched him like a hawk that night. The Arbiter had kept his actions light with everyone around. He had been so driven when he found out about his presence on Zeta. He was confused in his feelings to stay as far away from Thel, despite the pull he felt to be near him. He hated the turmoil his mind felt. And he couldn't have the distraction with everything going on.

"Chief... are you okay?" Weapon asked meekly as she watched the man redress.

"Hm? Yeah.. I'm fine." He said as he put his helmet back on, looking at the chest piece on the ground.

Thel didn't understand why the Chief pushed him away the way he did.. he had to. But the least he could do was owe him an explanation.

I hope everyone sees now why John's hot and cold manner towards Thel. He wants to be close yet his orders are to stay away. ONI doesn't want to lose their best soldier~