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The safehouse in West Berlin echoed with the dull thuds of fists striking padded mats and boots scraping against the mats on the floors.

Most of the team was training.

Across the room, Park stood beside Adler, the two of them bent over a spread of documents and photographs from their last mission. Their voices were low, deliberate — chasing threads that might lead them closer to Perseus. Sims lingered nearby, arms crossed, observing the sparring session with clear reluctance. He had no intention of volunteering to get thrown across the room.

At the center of the makeshift training area stood Lazar and the newest addition to the team — Captain Koa Nikau.

Both men carried themselves with quiet authority. Lazar’s movements were precise, controlled. Koa were grounded and heavy, strength contained beneath discipline. After a brief discussion, they had agreed to run the session together.

Mason and Woods stepped up first.

The two veterans circled each other, exchanging sharp blows and testing reactions. Lazar corrected their footing, adjusting Mason’s stance with a firm tap of his boot. Koa said little, but when he did, his voice was calm and direct — a simple instruction, a subtle adjustment of balance.

They let the pair finish before offering further critique.

And that was when Koa’s attention shifted.

Bell stood near the far wall, half-shadowed by the dim overhead light. Watching. Studying. Not moving.

Observing every strike. Every mistake.

Yet making no move to join.

Koa’s dark eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary.

Hesitation.

Koa had watched Bell in the field before — swift, precise, always quick to deal with threats. He had to admit, he was impressed. But now he was curious to see how Bell performed on the training ground. Slowly, he made his way toward the corner where Bell stood.

Pono, his loyal Belgian Malinois, had been resting nearby. The dog’s ears twitched at the sound of boots against the floor. Instantly alert, Pono lifted his head, eyes tracking his master as he approached Bell. A low, cautious whine escaped him — protective, curious, aware.

Koa stopped a foot away from Bell, letting the silence stretch for a moment. “Feeling alright, Bell?” he asked, calm but firm, letting the question hang in the air.

Bell’s eyes flicked toward the captain, body shifting slightly. Slowly, a nod followed.

“I’m… fine. Just watching, waiting for my turn,” Bell said.

Koa noticed the hesitation behind the calm exterior, the thoughts just beneath the surface. But he didn’t press. Instead of asking more questions, he turned and moved toward an open space away from the others.

“Come. Let’s spar,” he called over his shoulder.

Bell’s head perked up at the words. “W-What?”

Koa kicked off his boots before stepping onto the mat, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did I stutter? Come on. I’ll spar with you.”

The hesitation lingered, but Bell didn’t refuse. Slowly, they walked over, muscles tense under Koa’s unwavering gaze. Pono, the Belgian Malinois, didn’t miss a single step — alert, protective, watching every movement. Bell felt the dog’s eyes as acutely as Koa’s own.

With a deep breath, Bell kicked off their boots and stepped onto the mat, ready for whatever the captain had in store.

Koa’s dark eyes studied Bell for a beat longer. Then, without another word, he stepped back and dropped into a combat stance — deliberate, controlled, showing exactly how a strong opponent moves.

Bell’s eyes flicked up, hesitation still there, but curiosity sparked. Koa didn’t rush them; instead, he circled slowly, like a predator gauging its prey — or, in this case, a soldier gauging another soldier.

“Show me what you’ve got,” Koa said, calm, measured, but carrying weight. “One move at a time. I want to see precision, not strength.”

Pono let out a soft growl, shifting closer, alert. Bell’s posture stiffened — the dog was reading the tension before the human even moved.

Bell tried the first maneuver — a jab, quick, but Koa easily deflected it. “Too fast,” Koa said, his voice quiet but cutting. “Speed means nothing without control. Again.”

Bell adjusted. Koa’s eyes never left them. Every strike, every hesitation, every small mistake — Koa saw it all. Not to belittle, but to teach, to sharpen.

By the end of the set, Bell was breathing harder, more alert, muscles aching. And Koa? He still looked calm, almost untouchable. But under that calm was respect — subtle, silent, growing. "Come on, Bell. I know you’re better than this. You were great on the battlefield. Why hesitate now?” Koa asked, lowering his arm and giving them a small break.

Bell was out of breath, slowly drawing deep breaths to calm their nerves, rubbing the back of their neck while looking away. “It’s nothing, sir… just thinking about the mission. About Perseus.” Their gaze drifted behind Koa toward Park and Adler, hunched over their documents. “I just… don’t know.”

Koa followed their eyes and noticed Bell was mostly watching Adler. Without a word, he stepped slightly, blocking Bell’s view of the CIA agents, wanting them to focus on the training at hand. “Seems Adler’s been using his… questioning methods on you, huh?”

Bell looked at the captain, unsure how to respond.

Pono stayed alert, watching both of them carefully, muscles tensed but still cautious toward Bell.

Bell exhaled slowly, finally replying. “Sometimes… but I still have to work with him to get to Perseus.”

“Well, you’re not working for him now, are you?” Koa said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re in training. With me. None of that CIA shits right now. You’re with a Captain who’s training you for a better future.”

Bell’s eyes flicked up, slightly surprised by the words. A small spark of attention and focus appeared as Koa continued.

“And if Adler calls you over later, then you can go. But at this moment, you’re working for me. And I want you focused on this right now.” Koa shifted into his fighting stance, grin still in place. “Now… show me what you really can do. No holding back.”

Bell felt a small surge of confidence rising, a fire pushing past the hesitation. They nodded, settling into their own fighting stance, ready.

Pono’s ears perked up from where the dog had been resting. He sensed the shift in the atmosphere — nothing dark, nothing threatening, just… something different between the two.

Even Sims noticed it, gaze flicking toward the mat. “Hey, look at these two,” he called to the others.

Lazar turned his head toward the pair sparring. Woods and Mason followed suit, attention shifting away from their drills to the new dynamic unfolding on the mat.

Koa and Bell circled each other, eyes locked, waiting for the first move.

Bell feinted a jab, testing Koa’s reflexes. Koa blocked easily, but Bell’s movements were sharper, more deliberate than before. A spark of confidence shone in their eyes.

“You’re faster,” Koa murmured, stepping back, letting them push forward.

Bell’s next strike came quicker — a combination of jabs and a low kick. Koa blocked most of them, but one light hook grazed his side. Bell’s chest swelled with pride, a small grin tugging at their lips.

“Better,” Koa said, his tone approving, but his eyes still sharp. Then he leaned slightly closer, a small challenge in his voice: “Alright… try to pin me down. Let’s see what you’ve really got.”

Bell’s focus sharpened. They ducked under Koa’s swing, shifted their weight, and moved with precision. With a smooth, practiced motion, they took advantage of a small opening and managed to pin Koa to the mat.

For a moment, the mat was silent except for their breathing. Bell had done it. They had pinned the captain — a full, undeniable victory in this round of sparring.

Koa pushed himself up, brushing off the mat, and gave a slow, approving nod. “Impressive. You’ve improved… a lot.”

Pono wagged his tail slightly, ears pricked, sensing the shift — this wasn’t just a fight anymore. It was recognition. Bell had earned it.

“FUCK YEAH, BELL! YOU GOT HIM GOOD!” Woods yelled, giving a thumbs-up.

Mason smiled, pride clear. “Good job, Bell.”

“Remind me not to mess with you,” Lazar said with a laugh. “You already defeated Koa — and from half your size!”

Even Sims chuckled. “Thought they called you Hunter for a reason, Cap,” they teased. Koa rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

“I was just giving them a warm-up,” Koa said.

“Yeah, right! They literally got you down!” Woods laughed, pointing at Koa.

“You want to spar with me next, Woods?” Koa asked, smirking.

“Nah, I already sparred with Mason here,” Woods replied, grinning.

Mason laughed and patted his best friend on the back. Bell just smiled, noticing Pono getting up and padding over to Koa, checking to make sure his master was alright.

Koa crouched to pet his dog. “I’m fine, Pono. Just training.” Then he slowly looked up at Bell. “And… they got me pretty good.”

Bell felt a small surge of pride at the captain’s compliment. “You… want to go another round?”

Koa chuckled, standing and bending slightly forward. “I would, but I think you’ve already broken my back, Bell.”

“That’s because you’re old as FUCK!” Woods called out, grinning at Koa’s annoyed expression.

“I can still kick your ass, Woods. Don’t test me,” Koa replied, voice teasing.

Bell chuckled at the exchange and looked at the captain with a soft, appreciative gaze. “Captain?”

Koa turned toward them. “Yeah?”

“Thank you… for helping me out here. Adler’s been on my case ever since we started working together.”

Koa smiled gently, placing a hand on Bell’s shoulder. “Of course. If you ever need a break from him, just give me a call — I’ll let you pet Pono.”

Bell hesitated, remembering how growly Pono could be, but then felt a gentle nudge on their hand. The dog poked his nose forward, asking for pets. Bell smiled softly and began stroking Pono. Even Koa looked pleasantly surprised.

“No fucking way… how come Bell gets the good treatment and we get the shitty ones?!” Woods exclaimed, only to back off quickly when Pono growled at him — a clear warning to choose his words carefully.

Koa laughed and shrugged. “That’s up to him.”

Sims gave Koa a flat, unimpressed look. “You’ve got a weird dog, Nikau.”

Bell laughed softly, glancing at Koa and then down at Pono, who was now contentedly sitting beside them. For the first time since joining the team, they felt… capable. Confident. Like maybe they could handle whatever Adler threw at them next.

Koa straightened, brushing dust from his uniform. “Alright, everyone. Training’s done for now. But remember — what you learned today, take it with you. Precision beats force. Focus beats hesitation.”

Bell gave a small nod, pride swelling in their chest. The captain’s words weren’t just about the sparring; they felt like guidance for the missions ahead.

Woods clapped them on the shoulder. “Seriously, Bell, don’t let this go to your head… but that was impressive.”

Mason chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve definitely earned your stripes today.”

Lazar laughed, shaking his head. “I might need a rematch myself, just to make sure I’m not rusty.”

Even Sims smirked, though he tried to hide it behind an unimpressed expression. “You did well. Don’t expect this to happen every day.”

Bell gave a small grin, feeling lighter than they had in weeks. And as they looked at Koa, who just gave a small approving nod, they knew one thing for sure: they weren’t just a recruit anymore. Today, they’d earned a little respect… and maybe a little fun along the way too.

Pono let out a soft bark, as if agreeing, nudging Bell’s leg again. Bell laughed, reaching down to pet him once more.

“Next round tomorrow,” Koa said casually, watching the team start tidying up. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Bell just smiled, feeling ready.

And somehow, with the sun streaming through the safehouse windows and the sound of laughter echoing in the room, it felt… like they were finally part of something bigger.

THE END

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When Mason and Woods heard about all of the things Bell had never gotten to do, they were determined to rectify it once they got them stateside. They’d take a week out, actually use some of their holiday entitlement, getting Hudson off their backs about not using it, and take a trip south to hit some of the big ones all together in a grand road trip adventure.

Bell had taken to the idea well, excited to expand their horizons of the world that they were now free from the influence of both Perseus and Adler. In what some would call a mistake, he’d left the itinerary entirely in Mason and Woods’ hands, but as this was the first time Bell was really dealing with them on their own accord, they’d tried to play it straight for him.

Tried being the operative word. They’d all stayed together in Woods’ old apartment the night before they’d set off, and a couple of ill-advised whiskeys later, they’d ended up in bed together – all of them, Bell included, the whiskey making him sing like a bird, and sleep like the dead. That was, until Mason woke him and Woods up at the crack of dawn to get them all moving, ever the morning, ‘we need to leave early to beat the traffic’ person, as he chivvied the two of them into the car for a trip that now had a not very secret secondary purpose.

They were going to give Bell some new experiences yes, but they were also going to really explore just how exactly the three of them could fit together and enjoy being a trio, given the imminent threat of them being split up as Mason went back home to his kid, while Woods and Bell stayed with the CIA.

The threat was looming, but thoughts like that were for the end of the week.

Today was about pulling up to the Burger town drive through and getting Bell the largest combo meal that had, plus an extra drink, plus a milkshake, and plus dessert too, so they could get the full range of experience of good fast food, and so understand why Woods had been so devastated at Bubby’s presence in the soviet bunker.

By the end of the meal, Woods was pretty sure Bell was addicted to milkshakes, as he finished not only his own, but two thirds of Mason’s, the scuffle over which Woods made sure to get on camera before calming Mason down and sending him to scout the back of the building for security cameras and slacking employees.

There were none, so Bell and Woods joined him, leaving the three of them tucked out of sight from any other patrons as Bell and Mason fought over Woods’ cock, before abandoning him all together to tackle each other to the floor. At first, they appeared to be fighting, until Bell got his dick inside Mason and started to fuck him, all while keeping his own mouth open, his tongue hanging out for Woods to rub the head of his dick on, as another camera flash captured the moment for the album.

A second later, Bell choked on Woods’ come, eye flickering closed so he didn’t see Woods took another snap and signalled to Mason.

Mason took advantage, and rolled Bell over so he was in charge, and riding Bell’s cock instead. Woods watched, amused as Bell struggled with his own pleasure; still coughing as he came in Mason’s ass. He had to be helped off the ground and back to the car, limping despite not having been the one with a cock in his ass – at least, then. He’d had one in there last night.

Mason drove the next segment, as Woods lounged in the back seat with Bell, both eating snacks by the bag despite having had a hefty lunch already. Woods was poorly teaching Bell the lyrics to all of the songs on the radio, and Mason suspected it was being intentionally done so for his benefit, as both Woods and Bell cawed the wrong line from a song.

Thankfully, it didn’t last too long, as Woods reported that they were out of snacks, and needed to pull off at the gas station that was in five miles and resupply. Mason shook his head, but stayed thankful that they hadn’t found his hidden emergency stash in the glove box.

After they parked up at the pump and got out of the car, Bell trailed around with wide eyes.

“This place is massive.” 

“It’s not that big.” Mason slammed the driver’s door as he headed around to the pump. “I’ll see you guys inside.”

“Come on.” Woods knocked Bell’s shoulder and led him into the convenance section, Bell still as wide eyed as a kid in a toy store.

“This is ridiculous. This place has no business being this big.” Bell stopped in front of a display covered in gas station branded caps and hoodies. “Why are there clothes here? It’s not like we’re in an airport.”

“We’re sure not.” Woods grinned, grabbing one of the caps and sticking it on Bell’s head. Bell huffed, but didn’t put it back as they followed Woods to restock their snacks. They moved quickly, and before long they were paying up at the front, and asking where they could find the bathrooms.

They were in the back, and the pair of them tried to look inconspicuous as they headed there. Luckily, the bathroom was deserted, allowing them to take the end stall together. Bell’s back hit the wall as Woods shoved his jeans down and kissed him, not taking much time before he was pushing his cock into Bell’s ass. Bell scrabbled at the stall wall with one hand, and clutched their new hat with the other, as the outer door opened and Mason joined them.

He took his time getting involved, and first made sure to lean in the door and take a photo of the pair. Once that was secure, he squeezed in to join them, mirroring Woods’ actions to Bell back onto him, tugging Woods’ jeans down over his ass and sliding his cock into him. Woods’ brashness folded like a wet paper towel under the dual sources of pleasure. Mason and Bell had to hold him up as his knees gave, making the most of the situation by kissing over his shoulder, before pulling out and using tissue to clean him up when they were all done. 

To his credit, Woods recovered quickly, and carried the bag of snacks back to the car himself, incidentally covering up his ruined shirt as they piled back into the car and pulled back onto the road, before anyone said anything.

That night, they pulled up to an off-season campsite, parked, and hiked out to a distant pitch, raising their tent up under the stars. With the minimal supervision from the camp owners, Mason put his survival skills together to make a fire and taught Bell how to make smores. Bell sighed in delight at the sugary sweet treat, as Mason recalled his youth in the boy scouts, and Woods tried to hide that he was on the Bell end of the spectrum when it came to camping and smores.

He hid it badly, as when Mason turned their attention to the stars and pointed out various constellations, Woods asked more questions than Bell. It ended with them all laid back, cuddled together, staring at the night sky, until Mason slid his hands into Woods and Bell’s trousers, slowly stroking them as he realised that even a good fuck paled in comparison of the jewels in the heavens above. The both returned the favour, before bedding down in the tent, as after an early start and a busy day, they were all out quickly, ready for the second day.

The next day they got off late, rolling slower down the highway, also known as at, rather than over, the speed limit; until an unfortunate sound came from under the hood. 

Mason lifted it to have a look, fiddling a bit before coming back and declaring that they’d have to wait for a tow. Inevitably, the idea of how to pass the time came up, and before long, Bell and Woods had Mason spread out between them on the back seat, Woods cock in his ass, and Bell’s in his mouth, groaning as they ruined him, as Bell whined about how unfair it was that the position meant Woods still got to jerk Mason off.

To make up for it, Woods let Bell take the pictures, posing like he and Mason were on a bad porno cover, making Mason laugh as he watched, before he got his, with his swollen lips, and come covered stomach. Woods was about to suggest that one of them walk out for an SOS phone, only for Mason to sit up and say that actually, the car was fine. Woods would’ve hit him if he wasn’t so pretty when he was fucked out. Instead, he left Mason in Bell’s lap and took over driving, continuing down the I-95. 

At long last, they reached the beaches, and checked in at the hotel before hitting the sand. It wasn’t as busy as they’d thought it would be, and they definitely looked like a lost trio from a bachelor party – little did everyone else know. 

It was a glorious sun filled afternoon, full of swimming, sandcastles, and ice cream, that ended with the sun setting, and Woods building a bonfire to stave off the wind chill, as the three of them finally got down to what this week was really about: sandwiching Bell between them and getting both of their dicks in his hole. 

It reduced Bell to a quivering mess, clinging to Mason’s neck as he sobbed into his shoulder, as Woods cooed in his ear, stroking his hip as he and Mason stilled so Bell could adjust. He hiccupped, tilting his head back, both men groaning when his tears shone in the firelight, and Bell swallowed, saying that they could start moving. 

They did, slowly as Bell moaned, throwing his head back again so hard it collided it with Woods’. Neither of them felt the knock, as Woods started to fuck him faster, and Mason chased to keep up, metaphorically tearing Bell open. 

He came first out the three of them, clutching at Mason’s neck with one hand, grabbing Woods’ hand on his hip with the other. His ungodly cry absolutely spooked away any nearby nightlife as Mason and Woods chased each other to the end, kissing Bell’s cheeks as they did at the same time, both forced from of Bell’s ass as their combined cum leaked out of him.

After Woods’ stoked the fire back to life, they settled on their towel and sat Bell up between them, looking out into the bay again.

Bell looped his arms around their necks. “You know what the best bit about all of this is?”

“What?” Mason murmured.

“That this is only day two. We’ve still got a whole week to go.”