Inspired by Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Rey

"Flank them!" Hesh yelled over the radio, and you immediately jumped into action. Logan wasn't too far behind as you jumped a railing, aiming your rifles and shooting them down from behind. After no more gunshots were being shot, both you and Logan began reloading. As you both were about to go and meet up with the rest of the group, a dart flew past and hit you in the neck, eliciting a pained yelp from you before Logan shot whoever sent the dart down.

You couldn't help but find it amusing as Logan started freaking out. "What if it's poison? Oh my god, we have to tell Dad Hesh," Logan held you like you were going to pass out any second, but this got a couple of laughs from you and the rest of the team. "If it's poison, we need to get to exfil, come on," Hesh responded, jogging along.

For the rest of the ride until you were on the chopper, Logan was trailing behind you like a puppy, making sure you wouldn't pass out or feel weak. You thought you were okay as you got on the chopper, but as the trip continued, you began to feel lightheaded and... hot? Then it progressed into a haze of lust as you couldn't stop looking at your teammates. Logan noticed this when you began ignoring his questions.

As you were getting off the chopper, he thought you were going to fall. But you just fell into his arms, kissing his neck like a lust-ridden beast before he held you away from him. He could see the lust in your eyes, and he knew it was from the poison. But damn, why did it affect him so much when you did that?

So here he was, watching you as per his Dad's command as he went to find what was in your blood. You were handcuffed to the bed, throwing lustful comments and suggestive mouth sounds as you bit your lip.

"Geez, what do you need in your body to get that stupid... love poison out?" He mumbled, folding his arms.

"You," You shot back, smiling when he turned his head away. "Come on, do you really have to put these tight handcuffs on?"

He looked back over cautiously.