an unhinged me

you smile at her, connecting your earbuds to your phone. she sighs. "i can't imagine being in a relationship with someone who does the same kind of work." you smile to yourself as you scroll through your playlists, landing on one that you and Phillip share. "i couldn't either Cass, but he makes it worth it. even though it's terrifying and scary to wait for him sometimes, he's worth it for me." you look up from your phone, Cassidy staring longingly at you as she listens. "uhg i hope one day i find a guy that makes me all sappy like that!" she groans. you laugh, your smile reaching your eyes. "i'll catch you next week yeah?" you asked as you stood up, pulling your coat on. she nods enthusiastically. "i'll see you then! take care and enjoy that man!" she laughs as she pulls you into a hug. you pull away, stepping to the front door of the café. you waved as you opened the door, cold air hitting your face.

the walk home went by painfully slow. you had stopped by the store to pick up something simple to eat for dinner, as you were a little worn out and you knew you didn't have it in you to cook a complex meal. you still got plenty of things to make a simple, tasty, warm dinner for the two of you.

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you were stirring the sauce into the pasta when your phone beeped. you hastily set the spoon down, jogging to your phone that laid on the dining table. you picked it up, checking the message.

Phil ❤️🪦; hey, i'm about to board the plane, i'll be home in about 7 hours, 6 if traffic isn't too bad. are you doing okay? x

you heart sank a little, though you were also relieved that he was in fact coming home and hadn't sustained a bad injury or worse. you sucked your teeth, thumbs hovering over the keys. you typed a quick, 'i'm doing okay, can't wait till you get home! xx' before setting your phone aside and returning to your pasta. you stirred the pasta around in the pan, coating it completely with the sauce. you felt a little nudge against your leg and a 'murr' following. you looked down to find your cat, Scars, head butting your leg. he was the fluffiest orange cat you had ever seen. Phillip had surprised you with the fluffiest orange kitten on your six month anniversary. Phillip wanted you to have some company while he was away for long missions, he hated the idea of you being lonely. when you held the little baby, you knew immediately what to name him; Scars.

it was your secret nickname for Phillip due to the scar on his cheek leading to his ear. well, not so much a secret, as you called him that from time to time when you're drunk. he shockingly found it pretty cute.

you leaned down, stroking his soft fur. "hey Scars, smells good huh?" you spoke in a quiet childlike voice. you stood up again, stirring the pasta one more time before turning off the heat. you grabbed two bowls from the cabinet and set them on the counter. you slipped a hand into a oven mitt as you held the pan above the bowls, scooping the steaming pasta into them. you set the pan back down, hanging the mitt back up as you open the fridge, searching for the shredded cheese. you pulled the packet out, opening it and dumping a small pile into your bowl. you put the pack back into the fridge, pulling some aluminum foil from a drawer. you tore a piece off, folding it over the other bowl and set it in the microwave to keep warm and out of reach from Scars.

the drawer 'thunked' as you shut it after grabbing a fork. you sat down at the dining table, Scars jumping up onto the table. he curled up close to you to keep you company while you ate in silence. you sighed after the first bite. "what are we gonna do while we wait huh?" you asks the fluffy companion. he blinked at you, a curt meow leaving him. "i know right?" you sighed, stuffing another bite into your mouth.

the rest of the meal was silent, you stared in front of you as thought of what to do. truth be told, you were a little disapointed that he wasn't going to be home on time. he told you a few days ago that he'd be home for dinner today. really, you can't blame him. you know he's a busy man, you know things can take longer. but that didn't take away from the fact that you just wanted to hug him already.

you set the empty bowl in the sink, letting some water run into it to keep the sauce from drying up. you put lids over the leftover food, you'll clean that up later. you picked Scars up, holding his warm fluffiness against your colder form as you walked to the couch. you'll just watch a good show while you wait, time'll fly by.

time in fact, didn't fly by. the first episode dragged on so long, that from your comfy position on the couch you gelt your eyes grow tired. you tired to stay awake truly, cause you wanted to greet Phillip when he came home. but your tired body disagreed as you fell asleep, an arm loosely around Scars and your legs curled up under the warm blanket.

Phillip came home to most of the lights downstairs still on. it was a little odd to him since you could never really 'stay up late'. the numbers on his watch glared 2:27AM. he pushed the key into the lock, opening the front door as quietly as he could. he closed the door, peaking into the living room where he could hear the TV on. his heart swelled as his eyes met your sleeping face, Scars cuddled up to your face as you slept. he quickly took his boots off and set his duffle bag in the pantry. he walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. your eyes scrunched at the feeling. Scars' head jolted, an excited 'mrow' coming from him as he sat up, leaving your arms cold.

the combination of things woke you up, your eyes slowly blinking as you saw Phillip in front of you, Scars on his chest as he stroked the fluffy cat. Phillip noticed you moving a little, eyes moving up to meet yours with a smile. "hey sweetheart." his voice was quiet, you could hear the smile in it. a smile of your own stretched across your face. "hey." you yawned as you sat up, stretching your arms. you reach your arms out for him, which he more than gladly accepts, leaning in to hug you. you bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his smell. you've missed him so much.

the two of you stay like that for a little bit, just holding each other as Scars sat beside you, feeling a little left out. you were glad to have him home, and he was glad to be home, no worries about an enemy shooting at him, no need to shout orders around and make sure people were following them. all he wanted to do, was hold you close. so that's what he did, hold you so tight you'd think he was afraid you'd disappear if he didn't. there was some truth in that; to him, you were an angel— the one pure thing in his unpure life. he could come home and feel at completely peace in your arms.

you pressed a gentle kiss to the base of his throat before pulling away a little from the hug. you yawned, covering your mouth as you did so. "i tried staying up." you tiredly mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. his warm hold and comforting smell felt like they were pulling you back to sleep. the sweetest of smiles stretched across his lips. "i guessed that." he raised a hand to hold the back of your head, his thumb rubbing circles into your hair. "let's get you to bed." he spoke softly. he stood up, arms reaching under your knees and back as he picked you up, Scars letting out an annoyed squack.

he slowly made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. he carefully set you down on the bed, moving to unbutton his shirt. you stood up, pushing his hands aside as you took over. you slowly unbuttoned his shirt in silence, pulling it off and hanging it over the desk chair. you moved you hands to his belt, fingers working deftly at pulling the belt from the loops. you unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down. he stepped out of them, hanging them over the shirt on the chair. he moved to you now, pulling your sweater over your head and adding it to his clothes. once the sweater was off, he held your face between both his hands— calloused hands that had executed so much horror holding your soft angelic face. he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

you sighed into the kiss, letting the feeling sink in as you returned the kiss. his hands slowly glided down your waist, where he unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your hips while holding the kiss. you broke the kiss, stepping out of the pants and chucking them on the chair before returning your lips to his again in a soft and passionate kiss. he slowly walked you backwards towards the bed, leaning down into the kiss as you sat down on the soft sheets.

you broke the kiss again, pulling the covers aside as you got under them, Phillip not far behind. he pulled the covers over the two of you as he slid under them, resting against the headboard. you snuggled up against him, head resting on his warm chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. "how was your day?" he asked, one of his hands stroking your hair. "i spent most of the day with Cassidy, went out to shop for some groceries and then went to a café." you smiled against him. he hummed. "tell her i said hi for me next time?" you nodded. "d'you do anything fun this week?" you shrugged. "it was mostly the same as always, worked a lot. oh, also had dinner with your mother wednesday." you rested your eyes.

Phillip smiled. "hope she wasn't too much of a handful?" he chuckled. you shook your head. "she was sweet, as always." a grumpy 'mmrr' sounded from beside the bed, Scars jumping up onto the bed and settling down on Phillip's lap. "Scars missed you i think." you smiled as his fingers scratched behind Scars' ears. "do you want to go out tomorrow? maybe to a restaurant or somethin'." he offered. you shrugged. "maybe i just want to keep you all to myself." you spoke with a chuckle as you held him tighter. he smiled, placing a kiss on top of your head. "we can do that too." he spoke quietly.

he shifted a little, sliding down as he laid against the pillow behind him. Scars letting out a sound of disapproval. you nudged your face into the crook of his neck, an arm wrapped around his waist that was rubbing small circles against his hip. you closed your eyes, sleep pulling at them heavily. he kissed the top of your head, a tired smile on his lips. "we'll see what you wanna do tomorrow, m'kay?" he spoke before yawning. you nodded against his shoulder, almost asleep. he smiled, closing his eyes as he felt sleep taking over.

Truth be told, she didn’t feel like she quite fit in with 141. She chalked it up to being a slightly new member, and the others were still getting accustomed to her presence. But Graves was different. He wasn’t nice to her in that false way so many were, he was kind, genuine. He talked with her, joked with her, had her back especially during missions. She felt that they clicked. She didn’t want to sound childish, but there was an attraction. A crush, younger her would say. She didn’t know when the attraction developed, it just seemed to appear one day. But that was all over now. He had betrayed them, betrayed her. And she was hurt.

As she wrapped her bleeding arm in a thick gauze, the sound of the front door opening could be heard in the quiet night. She held her breath, straining her ears to pick up every little sound. “Beck?” Her name echoed through the house. He was here. She could hear his clunky boots practically stomping on the wooden floors. “Come on Beck you don’t have to hide from me, you know that better than anyone!” He yelled out. She remained silent, curled up in the corner of the small bedroom. “Don’t make me come look for you. I just want to talk honey.” A tear rolled down her cheek at his words, scared yet absolutely devastated everything had to end like this. His footsteps resumed and seemed to be getting louder. Besides the bullet wound, her body was covering in cuts and various bruises that throbbed with anticipation. And with no weapon, Beck could only pray that he killed her quickly. He was currently sweeping the other rooms incase any stragglers remained, and would only be a matter of minutes before he found her curled up pathetically on the floor.

After agonizingly long minutes, he finally made his way to the door that hid Beck, and slowly pushed it open with his gun aimed. “Ah, there she is.” He held his weapon across his chest, immediately letting his guard down. She wouldn’t touch him, and he knew that. “Had me searching this whole house Beck.” He sat his gun down against a wall, and pulled up a chair to sit in front of her. “Now Beck, I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t.” Her brows were furrowed, and she couldn’t keep the furious look off of her face. “I know you’re angry, and I know you’re hurt, but I really am just here to talk.” She couldn’t help but respond. “And I’m sure you just “wanted to talk” at the gate to the base too. Just cut the bullshit and get this over with.” She tried her best to sound as menacing as possible, but the look on his face told her he didn’t believe it one bit. “Well of course. Wouldn’t want to waste your time.” He spoke with a grin. “I want you on the team, with me.” Her eyes widened at his words, she figured she must be in shock. “Come on now, let’s not pretend like you haven’t been eying me up since we met. I’ve seen your glances, how you always seem to be on my team on every mission. It’s obvious.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and looked her dead in the eyes. “And I hope it’s also obvious that those feelings are reciprocated.” “Graves what are you-” “Let me finish Beck. I can tell you don’t feel at home with 141, you’re tense around them, and that doesn’t make for the best team. So here’s my proposition: join me.”

It felt like her head was going to explode. Graves wanted her to join him, join Shadow Company? This can’t be real, it has to be a dream. When he received no response, he slowly stood from his chair, stepped towards her, and crouched down inches in front of her. “I can see your hesitance, and I understand, but know this, I’m operating on direct orders from General Shepherd, your boys are the ones who blew everything out of proportion. But you, I know you secretly understand. Join me, and we’ll do this together. You’ll be my second in command.” Now she took the time to really think on his offer, and as much as she hated to admit it, it sounded good. “I know the idea of being by my side excites you, I can see it in your eyes.”

“Graves I can’t-” “Oh like hell you can’t. And don’t start that shit about abandoning your team. They’re not your brothers, they’re barely your team mates. You know you want to be with the Shadows, you want to be with me. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll forgive everything. I’ll get you patched up, and we can do this together, hand in hand.” He could see the gears turning in her head, and so he extended a welcome hand to her. She sat for a minute longer, simply staring, before placing her own hand into his.

A large grin spread across his face as he stood and gently lifted her up to stand with him. “You made the right choice. Now let me take a look at you.” He examined the already wrapped wound on her arm, before dropping to his knees in front of her to examine her lower half. She couldn’t help but like the fact that his eyes were all over her body. Perhaps this was more than just a “crush.” “There’s no clue what you have going on internally.” He rose back up quickly, “let’s get you to medical.” He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and walked her out of the house and to the Shadows base camp.

Once they arrived, the medics began their evaluation immediately. They bandaged her up and got some pain meds in her system. She was currently sitting in the backseat of one of the large SUVS when the door opposite her opened, and Graves slid in. His expression was softer than she had ever seen it, and it took her off guard. “How are you doing honey?” She leaned her head back on the seat, letting out a deep breath. “Better than when you found me.” She turned her head to look at him. “Thank you.” He shook his head. “Haven’t I always taken care of you? I can’t just stop now.” He smiled. She stared at him for a moment. “I guess so.”

Graves scooted closer to her, and her graze flicked from his eyes down to his lips. He raised a hand to gently cup her bruised face. She moved closer to him, before Graves closed the gap and placed his lips onto hers. The kiss was intense, but so gentle. It was almost as if he was scared he was going to break her. They slowly pulled away, each sporting a small smile.

“Don’t make me regret this Graves.” “Wouldn’t dare to.”

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you fucking hated the rain. it was great for your own cover, but it made it impossible for you to see properly— rain drops constantly dripping into your eyes.

you treaded through an alleyway, listening closely for the voices or radios of Shadows. you couldn't fucking believe what had happened. after everything Shadow Company had done for TF 141, after the trust and feelings you poured into Graves- regardless if the friendship/relationship was mostly sex based. you had spotted him a minute or two ago, opting to keep an eye on him from the shadows until he was alone. he weaved between alleyways and cars, probably looking for cover.

you trailed him through the flooded street, little less than ten feet behind him. you watched from the shadows as he finally slipped into a home, his hand leaving a slight bloody handprint on the exterior of the house. you spotted him peaking through the window, the side of his face barely coming in to view before disappearing. you saw his shadow move up the stairs all the way in the back of the house, disappearing as he reached the top.

you stepped into the building, having taken the back door. the small yard was filled with large plants giving you perfect cover. you held a broken piece of mirror out in front of you, checking the reflection before stepping out from a corner. you checked the stairs for any possible traps, finding none you slowly stepped up the stairs. you peaked around the corner, looking around if he wasn't waiting for someone to show up. you stepped up the last stair, quietly moving from door to door, listening for movement. until you came up on the last door, hearing something crash.

you raised your knife in front of you, your other hand flat against the door as you listened for any other sounds on the other side. you heard him rummaging around for something, swearing quietly to himself. you set one foot forward, preparing to enter. only once you set the foot down the floor creaked beneath it. shit. the rummaging stopped, followed by complete silence.

you breathed in deciding that it was now or never and pushed the door open, standing flat against the wall. a silenced shot rang out immediately, followed by two more piercing through the door until it stood wide open. silence fell, your ears almost ringing. you gripped your knife tightly, your knuckles turning white as you prepared yourself to enter. you heard a barely there shuffle in the room, leaving you wondering if it wasn't just the wind.

though, your thoughts were interrupted when a firm hand roughly pulled your ankle, causing your to drop on your back in the doorway with a surprised yelp. his body was on top of yours in an instant, his larger hands holding back the knife you were trying to plunge into him. "that was just down, right, sloppy of you darlin'." he sneered, a drop of blood rolling off his forehead, dripping onto your cheek.

you squirmed under him, teeth gritting as you tried your hardest to get him with the blade. "you fucking asshole-!" you grunted against him. all he did was laugh. though you cut him off by kicking your knee up between his legs, causing him to loosen his hold for a mere second. and that was all you needed to kick out one of his legs and roll him off of you, straddling his hips in return. your knife back at his throat as his slender fingers wrapped around your wrists, trying to push the knife further away. "shit i missed you like this baby." he chuckled, a dark look in his eyes.

you glared at him, leaning your head lower and sinking your teeth into the side of his hand. he sucked a breath in, biting his lower lip in slight pain. his hold however, never once wavering. "you know that just turns me on." he chuckled darkly. "shut the fuck up!" you spat at him. "what the fuck has gotten into you that you'd pull a stunt like that?!" you dug the knife closer to his throat, putting all your weight into it. Graves just grinned. he leaned up against the knife, his gaze not wavering as the cold blade was pressed against his skin. "i'm just following my orders sweetheart." he spoke just above a whisper.

you leaned in as well, your breath hot against the lower half of his face. "shut the fuck up." you seethed. his thin lips only stretching into a wicked grin. "make me darlin'." his icy blue eyes pierced yours, watching your every move. your breath pulled from you as he leaned up and pressed his lips against yours forcefully. the knife digging into his skin, leaving a cut on his throat. his slender hands held the knife still as his lips assaulted yours, a surprised moan slipping from you.

he left one hand holding the knife, the other trailed down your waist, fingers gripping your hip firmly as he shifted his hips beneath yours. a strangled moan was pulled from your throat at the feeling of his hardening cock pressing up into your core. you hadn't even realised how turned on you were.

your grip loosened for a second, and that's all he needed to yank the knife from your hands, throwing it across the room as he pinned your hands behind your back in an instant, leaving your face hovering less than an inch from his and your aching core pressed firmly against his painful erection. you grimaced as the angle put pressure on the bullet graze on your shoulder. "aww, you hurt baby?" he mocked, eyeing the blood that was dripping down your arm and over his hand.

you squirmed against his hold, his brows furrowing in pleasure at your hips bucking slightly against his. he leaned up a little his lips parted. "come on,-" he started, only to be cut off by your slamming your forehead into his causing him to shout, knocking him off guard. you moved off of him, getting through the doorway before he pulled you by your ankle again, causing you to fall smack against the hardwood floor. he was on you in an instant, straddling your ass with his front pressed into you as he pinned your arms against your back with one hand, the other pressing your face against the floor.

"you better not do that again darlin', can't imagine it felt nice." he tutted, his lips close to your ear. you squirmed against him, only fueling him more. "you'll fucking pay for what you did." you seethed, trying to move your legs. he snickered. "oh i don't think i will baby." his hand let go of the back of your head, snaking down your injured arm. "aw, is this what hurts?" he mocked, two of his slender fingers grazing over the bullet graze. you gritted your teeth as you bucked your hips up against his in pain. "poor baby." he whispered against your ear, his teeth briefly tugging at the cartilage.

he brushed his thumb up against the cut on his throat, swiping at the small pour of blood that had trailed from it. "you even made me bleed, i'm so proud of you." his tone dropping to a raspy whisper as he praised you. his thumb coming down to swipe his blood across your lips, slightly pulling at your bottom lip. "if only you weren't so sloppy you might've actually finished the job." he sneered, dipping his thumb between your lips and pressing the rough pad against your tongue. he only grinned as you bit down harshly onto his thumb.

his lips brushed against your ear again. "come on darlin', clean your mess up. be a good girl." his voice rasped. your hips were bucking up in desperation now. whatever intentions you had coming here, were wiped from your mind the moment his thumb pressed between your lips.

your tongue swirled around his thumb, earning you a low groan beside your ear as you sucked his thumb clean. the coppery liquid flooding your senses. "atta girl." he grinned, pulling his thumb from your warm, wet mouth. he pressed his whole body into you as he fully leant down. "if i turn you around will you keep being so good for me?" after a moment of silence he rolled his hips against yours painfully slow. "will you?" he repeated more roughly. you nodded against the floor, your sweaty cheek rubbing against the wood.

he grinned victoriously. he let go of your wrists first, keeping his full weight on top of you. after you remained still, he lifted a little off you. flipping you around forcefully and settling between your legs, he pinned your hands above your head again, just in case. when you remained panting underneath him, hands laying still where he held them, he slowly let them go.

he groaned as you slammed your lips against his, your hands pulling him against you by pulling his hair. his saliva mixing with the blood, smearing it across each other's lips. he grinned into the kiss, pulling your lower lip between his teeth as he paused the kiss. his dark eyes drilled into your wild eyes, your brows furrowed in pleasure. he let go of your lower lip, slamming his lips back against yours. your head dropped back against the floor with a thud, causing Graves to move a hand under your head to prevent it from happening again, his fingers grasping your hair.

"fuck me already Graves." you breathed into the kiss, your hips bucking up against his aching cock. you tugged at the collar of his shirt, he had ditched most of his gear beside the bed in the room, so it left him in his usual thick black button up and dark grey cargo's, a thin bulletproof vest atop. he chuckled, rolling his hips into yours. "such a foul mouth darlin'." he grinned, nipping at your jaw. he pushed off of you, getting up to his knees. you leaned back against your elbows before Graves reached forward, yanking the neckline of your vest. "get the fuck up." he sneered, shoving you back down as he got up, walking towards the armchair that sat in front of the bed.

you got up, still a little light headed from the head butt. he sat down in the armchair, legs spread as he leaned back. the crude outline of his hard cock under his grey cargo's left very little to the imagination. you licked your teeth as you settled down in his lap, your thighs hugging his hips. his slender hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. a dark look flashed in his eyes. "how about you start by cleaning the little mess you made huh?" his eyes shot up towards the small trail of blood dripping down from his forehead.

you leaned in with your lips parted, pressing an open kiss to the bottom of the trail. he closed his eyes as his grip tightened on your hips. you sucked the blood off, licking your lips before licking up the trail of blood, sucking teasingly on the small wound. Graves sucked in a breath, hips bucking up into yours chasing the pleasure. you leaned down, briefly catching his furrowed brows and lust blown pupils before pressing your bloody lips against his with a desperate moan, smearing the blood all over.

he groaned into the kiss, his bruising grip aiding in the roll of your hips against his, he could almost cum right then and there. he grunted as his hands gripped lower, pulling you down onto him impossibly hard as he pressed up into you. a loud moan slipped past your lips, smothered in an instant by his lips. "get these fuckin' pants off." he panted against your lips, licking a strip across your bottom lip, copper coating his tongue. his hands hastily undid the buttons, yanking down the zipper. you got off his lap and shoved your cargo's down, kicking them off before being pulled back into his lap forcefully.

you rolled your eyes at the pleasure of his aching cock being pressed firmly against your sopping cunt, your soaked underwear starting to soak the front of his cargo's. he groaned at the warm and wet sensation, eagerly pressing up into you. you shift in his lap, your hands desperately pulling the buttons of his cargo's loose and unzipping them. he shifts a little, helping you push them down enough for you to pull out his weeping cock. Graves moans, dropping his head back as you wrap your hand around his shaft, slowly stroking him. "oh fuck darlin'-" he'd almost forgotten how surprisingly soft your fingers were.

he only let it last maybe a minute before pulling your hand off him, his cock twitching at the loss. he pulled you flush against him again, one of his rough slender hands slipping between the two of you, his middle and ring finger sliding between your lips through your drenched underwear. "fuck you're soaked baby." he groaned, his other hand pulling your face down by your jaw, smashing his bloody lips against yours again as he continues to tease his fingers around.

you groaned in frustration, reaching down in front of you as well as behind you to pull your underwear to the side, pressing his leaking head against your aching hole. he sucked in a deep breath at the feeling. "someone's getting impatient hmm?" he chuckles through gritted teeth. you lean in a little more, your hips inching lower. "you're not the only one in controle." you sneered, hot breath fanning against his lips. a strangled sound left the both of you as you sank down onto his cock. "oh fuck." he grunted, his bruising grip back on your hips as he held you in place.

you dropped your head against his shoulder, panting as you pulsed around him. "so fucking wet for me darlin', so fucking wet." he moaned, pulling you down while bucking his hips up, trying to sink in as deep as he possibly could. you both moaned as you lifted yourself up and down his shaft, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into them. he suddenly grabbed one of your hands as you dug into the skin near a gunshot wound. "watch it princess." he inhaled, a weak warning flashing in his eyes. you kept your eyes on his as you slowed leaned down towards the wound. it seemed to be a pretty clean in-and-out.

you kept your eyes on his as you stuck out your tongue, licking the skin around the wound, followed by a shark intake of breath coming from between his gritted teeth. he bucked his hips up further into yours, yanking your head back with a fistful of your hair. "i said watch it, princess." he breathed, his eyes glued to the small trail of blood on your chin. you grinned, a thin layer of blood coating your teeth. you leaned in, the smell of copper and sex flooding both your senses. "you know you like it, Commander." you spoke in a sultry voice, licking a trip across his lower lip.

he groaned, grabbing the underside of your thighs as he suddenly picked you up, standing from the armchair. he carried you towards the bed, slightly misjudging his strength after the bloodloss from the gunshot wound as he stumbled against the bed, dropping you on it before crawling over you. you bit your blood covered lip, your thighs rubbing together desperately at the dark look in his eyes.

"roll over." he panted. when you remained on your back he sighed, pulling at your thighs before flipping you around and pulling you up to your knees. the sound of the smack he gave your ass rang through the room. you yelped, his hand soothing the mark almost made you moan. he yanked your underwear down, pressing his aching cock flat against your sopping cunt as he leaned over you, pressing your head down against the bed. "come on fuck me, Graves. fuck me like you hate me and make me feel it." you moaned desperately. you rubbed your soaked cunt up and down his length, moaning in anticipation.

you shivered as Graves' hands dug into your hips, steadying them as he plunged his entire length into your waiting cunt. his one hand slid down to the nape of your neck and he pinned you down, as he angled his body over yours. you arched your back, cheek pressed to the mattress, panting and moaning. Graves grunted as he withdrew, then slammed into you again, causing you to cry out as his hips slammed into yours at a brutal pace. "oh shit- fuck just like that-!" you begged, your ass up high and your face pressed down into the mattress.

you snuck a hand between your thighs, Graves groaned as you clenched around him while you rubbed your fingers desperately against your clit. "oh christ baby." he groaned, driving his hips into yours at a world shattering pace. small bruises starting to form where he was digging into your hips with his fingers. the sounds of him plowing into your sopping hole filled the room, accompanied by skin slapping against skin and the moans and grunts.

you almost shrieked as he angled his hips differently, hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. "keep quiet," he grabbed your hair, shoving you face first into the mattress to keep you quiet. "wouldn't want anyone hearing you getting your world rocked now would we?" his voice rasped. you grumbled something against the mattress that he couldn't catch. "what d'you say sweetheart?" he grinned. the grin wiped off his face in an instant as you clenched around him, a choked groan being pulled from him.

his grip on your hip tightened as his pace stuttered a little. stamina, usually was the least of his problems. but now he was injured, exhausted and just wanted to fuck you full. your pace on your clit never faltered, your thighs trembling in pleasure as you kept up. "oh fuck- i'm gonna fucking- cum." you moaned, eyes clenching shut as Graves picked up his pace. "shit i'm close too baby." he grunted, releasing your hair. his hand snuck around to your throat, his slender fingers splaying across the supple skin before yanking you against his chest as you fucked into you from this new position.

"oh fuck i'm coming-!" you moaned, your thighs spasming. "come on baby, cum for me darlin'." he groaned in response, his grip on your throat tightening. the hand on your hip slid down between your legs, knocking your own hand away as he replaced your soft fingers with his rough ones. the feeling of the rough pads rubbing your clit sent you over the edge, white hot pleasure flooding your veins. Graves wasn't far behind, groaning crudely as his pace stuttering as he pushed you forward, slamming his hips into you one last time before painting your wall with ropes of thick warm cum, his hips stuttering as he slowly fucks his cum into you.

he slowly stops, releasing his forceful hold on the back of your throat. he leans back and slowly pulls out, watching his cum pour from your abused hole and onto the mattress with obscene 'splats'.

he sat back, resting against the bedpost as he caught his breath. he glanced over to you, your hips now slumped against the mattress, cum slowly leaking from you. "you okay?" he carefully spoke. you mumbled something as you nodded. "come again?" you grumbled. "m'okay." you raised your voice against the mattress. Graves nodded. he leaned down, grabbing a cloth from his pack beside the bed. he gently rested a hand on your thigh as he cleaned up the cum, then shimmied your underwear back up.

he chucked the cloth in a pile of stuff in the corner of the room. he pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. he breathed in and out before standing up from the bed, grabbing the bedpost to steady him. "fuck." he muttered to himself. he needed to finish patching up his wound— preferably get it patched up by anyone but him, but you were injured as well, not to mention tired out. he leaned down to pick up your pants, accidentally falling against the armchair with a small crash. you shot up almost instantly, despite your vision being hazy. Graves met your panicked eyes. "don't worry, just tripped is all." he lied, the slightest of trembles to his voice.

you rubbed at your face, trying to shake the dizziness. he held up your pants. "head's up." he made sure you saw them first before chucking them on the bed. you let out a thankful sound before sliding into your pants and buttoning them. you pulled your shirt and vest straight, pressing a firm hand to your forehead when you finished. Graves seemed to have noticed this, as he suddenly sat beside you with a warm hand pressed against your lower back. "talk to me." he spoke, his voice almost unsure. it felt out of character for him. you shook your head, the upper half of your body feeling unsteady due to the motion.

his eyes skidded across your form, searching for any injuries that he might've missed. he found nothing else besides the bullet graze. he moved from his position next to you to the floor, kneeling down in front of you, his hands on the top of your thighs. "we need to move to a different location baby, we've been here too long." he spoke, his tone raspy and out of breath. you nodded into your hands, breathing in and out deeply before moving to stand. Graves held your waist in an instant as you stood, your whole body unsteady and shaky. you swatted his hands away as you searched for your knife. you found it laying on the floor by the doorway. holding the wall, you sank to your knees, shakily picking it up and sliding it back into it's sheath.

you stood up again, fist pressed against the wall in support as you stood in the doorway. "let's go then." you finally spoke, your voice hoarse and shaky. Graves nodded, chucking the first air kit into his pack before grabbing his pistol and rifle and jogged to the doorway you just disappeared behind. he spotted you leaning across the balcony across the room, probably checking if the coast was clear. he nearly lost you as he looked away for a mere second, not having seen that you climbed down the balcony. they called you Phantom for a reason. he hurriedly followed, hands painfully grasping the rails as he put pressure on his injured shoulder while climbing down. he spotted a brief shadow moving across the street, heading behind a house and into a chunk of woods.

he followed down the small alley and into the woods, his eyes darting around in hopes of actually spotting you. a door creaked loudly ahead, light pouring from a small cabin hidden behind some bushes. the shape entering through the doorway was unmistakably you. he checked around him, making sure he wasn't followed as he neared the small cabin. "it's me." he rasped before pushing open the door. he was welcomed by the warmth of a fireplace that was burning in the corner of the large room. he looked around, checking every corner.

you spoke from a chair that sat in a dead view of the door, catching him off guard. "most of the windows are blocked off, and once the door is shut you can't see the light from outside." he closed the heavy door behind him, clicking the three locks on it. he set his pack down by the couch that was closest to the fire. he looked over at you, your head in your hands resting between your knees. even though it was just a graze the wound on your shoulder was bleeding too much for his liking. he riffled in his pack for the first aid kit. "come're" he spoke up, gesturing for you to come sit on the couch.

you looked up from your hands, finding him looking at you with a painfully soft glance. you warily stood up, trying to keep your balance as you walked over to the couch. you sat down, arms draped over your knees as you just stared at the floor. Graves looked to his left to find your injured shoulder facing him. the graze was deeper than he thought, blood still leaking from it steadily. he opened the first aid kit, grabbing the bottle of disinfectant. he grabbed another cloth from his pack, soaking it with the liquid. his touch was gentle as he held your elbow. he started dabbing away the blood that had stained your skin. you hissed as he got closer to the wound, excess disinfectant leaking upwards into the edge of the wound.

☆song☆ "this is gonna hurt." he warned gently, breathing in before he dabbed the cloth against the open wound. "shit-!" you shouted, your fingers digging into his thigh. you didn't make a sound after that initial touch, your teeth gritted and the grip on his thigh never faltering as he cleaned up the wound. you had barely realized that he had patched it, until he mumbled out a quiet 'done', gently patting your hand that held on to his thigh. you let go with a deep breath, your head returning to your hands as you doubled over. your back shaking as you finally let go of the tears that were building up.

Graves didn't know what to do or say. a slender hand coming down to rub your lower back, only for you to smack it away, scooting away from him on the couch as you jerked your head up. "stop-!" you shouted, tears streaming down your face. "just- stop." your voice sound weak and exhausted. you got up from the couch, wobbly as you stood up fully. Graves shot up to give you support but your teary glare convinced him to stay seated. "i can't go another second without pretending you aren't responsible for a whole town being in flames!" you cried out, hands waving around to accentuate your words.

his heart ached. Graves opened his mouth, the shut it again. he had no clue what to say to you. tears streamed from your eyes, dripping down onto your vest. your hands hung loose at your side in defeat. "Phillip i can't fucking take it anymore!" you cried. his eyes slowly lining with tears. he knew damn well he should've told you as soon as he heard from Shephard. but he couldn't bring himself to do it. he knew how you would react, knew that you would hate him for it. but he had no choice when Shephard threatened you if he wouldn't execute the orders.

you couldn't take your eyes off him, watching as his face slowly fell apart. he stood up, a hand coming up to hold his shoulder. the adrenaline had worn off and it was really starting to fucking hurt. he stepped a little closer to you, still keeping a few feet between the two of you. "i had no choice." he spoke, hurt evident in his voice. you scoffed. "no choice? no choice?! Phillip you killed families, murdered innocent fucking people that had nothing to do with this damn war after Hassan!" you shouted at him, your voice was starting to hurt.

he stepped closer. "i had, no, fuckin', choice." he spoke lowly, but clearly. you had enough as you shoved at his chest. "you had a fucking choice don't give me that shit-!" you shouted at him. "i didn't have a fuckin' choice cause your life was on the fuckin' line!" he roared all of a sudden. you dropped your hand, brows furrowing as you processed what he said. "what?" you breathed. Graves ran a hand down the lower half of his face. you breathed in before scoffing. "you chose one life over several hundred? how fucking stupid are you-?!" he stepped in front of you, his voice cutting through yours. "i executed those fuckin' orders because i care about you goddamnit!" he shouted, jabbing a finger at your chest. a tear rolled down his cheek, slipping past the small scar on his cheekbone.

he pushed your chest, dropping his hand. "i'd choose you over any goddamn soul on this fuckin' earth." his voice raspy as his dropped his tone. the anger and anguish slowly draining from you as you kept your eyes locked onto his. you looked down at your feet you sucked your teeth. the two of you cared about each other, that much was clear by the way you two always stuck together, having each other's backs on OP's, standing up for one another in meetings. though neither of you had actually voiced it. it something both of you knew was there, but weren't ready to actually voice it.

when you looked up again more tears had poured down your face. you avoided his eyes this time, your eyes drifting across his form until they came across the torn part of his sleeve, along with the gunshot wound. you stepped forward with a deep breath, your hands twitching a little as you brought them up to rest against his vest. "let me stitch you up..?" you offered in a shaky voice, your eyes glued to injury you had forgotten was there. Graves brought a hand up to rest on your lower back, holding you against him. you gripped his vest as you dropped your head against his chest and sobbed. the two of you stood there as he held you against him, tears of his own sliding down his face.

couldn't let this be all sunshine and rainbows now could i 🤭 honestly though, i did feel like i couldn't just let the two of them fuck and suddenly forget about his betrayal. hence the ending 🥲