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An unexpected reunion - Chapter 1

10:23 submasterwyatt: I am exhausted, running on pure adrenaline as my legs, sore as hell, wrap around the soldiers neck. I slamming my fists now bloodied from the soldier’s nose as I rein down solid poundings into his face. From my peripheral vision I see my cohort not faring the best and the sergeant gets up and assumes you have been neutralized starts to come after me.

I almost have this lackey soldier subdued enough but then the big Russian brute, who has abandoned his fight with you turns his anger towards me. He kicks at my side two or three times with his steel toe boot - I am sure breaking at least one rib. As I scream out from the pain I relax my legs long enough for the soldier caught between them to scoot his body from me. He is in no position to fight as he is coughing from the choke and incoherent from the pounding he got to his face.

The sadistic fucking sergeant drops his knee into my gut, then slides over onto my rib which almost makes me pass out then toys with me more by rolling up his hand into a fist, his thumb sticking out and proceeds to ram that thick thumb deep into my leg wound. Again a wave of naseusness hits me and I start to lose consciousness for the fourth time today. Before I go fully out however the weight is lifted from me and I see Derek roiling the big Russian into a rear naked choke. I look around to see if there is anyone else there to help the sergeant out and see the soldier I had been choking crawling to the wall. At first I think he is just trying to get to a safe place but then I see he is going for the rifle that his sergeant lost. He stops and glares at me and now we both crawl after the weapon.

We both get to the gun at the same time but I have the handle. I yank the barrel out of his grasp yelling out as the pain searing into my body. The only thing louder is the shot of the rifle. Everything seems to stop then. I look over and see a pool of blood darkening the soldiers chest, his eyes are wide open as he just slumps over the barrel of the gun. In seconds I turn and aim at the sergeant who is getting choked. It takes everything in me not to shoot into his crotch as had planned to do to us but I have too much integrity to stoop that low. Derek is trembling and keeping on the choke barely so I aim and this time intentionally shoot into the sergeants chest. I see his body jerk then stop moving and I drop the gun and collapse o to the jail room floor.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I'm running on pure adrenaline and iron will. I'll be fucked if I let that big Russian bastard bust up Wyatt. Not on my watch.

My thick, hard, hairy bicep locked in a death grip around the Russian's throat, my hand grabbing my elbow, my hand locked behind his head in a text book rear naked as the massive Russian beast topples off of Wyatt with me locked on his back. We hit the concrete, and the massive bastard lands on top of me, right on my wounded torso, threatening to squash me like a pancake. But no way in HELL am I letting go.

My whole fucking being is focused on this choke. The Russian is thrashing as my hold tightens, and we start to roll across the floor. The big bastard drives his elbow into my side to make me let go, but fuck that. Not happening. He reaches up with one hand, trying to claw my eyes out, but I keep shifting my head, not giving him a chance.

Then, he reaches up and pries his fingers under my wrist, and with sheer muscle power, tries to pry my arm off. FUCK NO!! I growl, ignoring the danger signals from my exhausted, beaten and battered body. I let out a grunt, focusing hard on keeping my muscles steel hard, resisting his grip.

I scream in rage as he slowly starts to out muscle. He takes a big gasp of air, and I know I'm in trouble now. I hear a gunshot, but I can't divert any attention for it. I redouble my efforts, but the massive Russian sergeant has got some oxygen for his muscle, and slowly but surely, he's prying my arm off his neck. I've never seen such sheer fucking brute muscle power before. No one, NO ONE, simply uses sheer muscle to pry open an expertly applied rear naked choke. My cock twitches just a bit... you gotta admire such power.

Then, there is another gunshot.... I feel the massive Russian convulse in my grip. Stupidly, I finally realize he's been shot... He's dead. Grunting, I push him aside, rolling onto my hands and knees, breathing deep, sucking lung fulls of air. I look over at Antonov. His eyes are screwed shut, and it's clear he's terrified. No wonder.

I look up and catch Wyatt's eyes. I grin then, as he slumps there against the wall, holding a rifle. He's covered in blood. Some of it his, most of it the other guy's. The other soldier is dead as well, a hole blown in his chest.

"Nice work mate. But I'm afraid we aren't done yet."

Outside the cell, I can hear screams in Russian as the rest of the soldiers hold off my men. This police station is sturdily built, very defensible, and my men won't risk heavy explosives if they think there is a chance I'm alive. I turn to Wyatt, "C'mon mate, let's finish this. We need to take those bastards from behind."

I turn to Antonov, speaking him, "Stay put kid, we'll be back for you shortly."
I fish in the Sergeant's tactical belt, lift his thick combat knife, and cut the ties holding Antonov, then leave him the knife to defend himself in case things go south. I stagger over to Wyatt, I'm fucking exhausted, and hurt, but we can rest when we are dead. I notice that Wyatt's wounded thigh is bleeding again, and I kneel down, tearing off strips of the dead soldier's shirt to make another tourniquet to keep the bleeding under control.

On an impulse I give his grimy, blood spattered face a quick kiss, just for luck, grinning wickedly as I stand up, and hold out my hand,

"Ready for one more round mate?"

10:23 submasterwyatt: Derek gets his breath back as I stand slumped on the cell wall still holding the rifle that shot the big bastard. Derek comes up to me and rips more of the dead man's shirt as he applies the makeshift tourniquet. I get pulled back into reality when he comes in close and I can smell him, not rancid but manly, rugged and he kisses me. I push in for more of the kiss but he pulls back and says we aren't done. I hear the sounds from outside and realize he is right, we still have work to do.

We make a plan, still thinking we have about 6 more soldiers. Derek picks up the rifle of the solidier I shot as I get to the back of the door and open it quickly. Derek is poised and ready to shoot anyone on the other side. Good, no one left in the complex that will give us the advantage. We can open up the jail door and pick off at least a couple soldiers from behind before they know what is up. I double check and find I have half a round left, with a semi automatic that should be enough in itself to take all six guys out, but I don't want to rely on just me.

We get to the main room and see the camera set up. Fuck these dudes were ready and prepared when they set this puppy up. I look to the one screen and see only two men, one on the ground dead, presumably and the other has blockaded himself behind that tank where Derek and I were earlier that day. Where were the others? 4 men unaccounted for. I look at the other screens and see one, no two have made their stand behind the complex on either side of the building. Change of plans I tell Derek, I am going to go back through the cell room and out through the cellar door. I should be able to get one in the back and then if I can't get the second one, at least I will have a door to cover me.

Derek says: "The fuck you are going out there alone. When we go, we go together." We stay for just a few more minutes trying to find the last two soldiers but they have either fled, died somewhere out of camera range or are hiding - probably in that small town behind the cells.

We walk back through the cell room and Antonov is ready, wide eyed and crazed to stab one of us until he realizes it is us. We motion for him to be quiet as we walk to the cellar room. We double step over the broken steps and once again we go back to back so we can come out shooting. Derek's sweaty, wet back hits mine and I feel his tight ass and I am flooded with memories of his hot body next to me. Damn we need another island adventure when this is through so I can have more time enjoying this stud.

We go slow then slam open the back door and aim at our respective targets. unsuspecting and really sitting ducks they go down fast and easy. But no more than we knock the two Russians out of the picture, shots are fired at us and we duck for cover. Sure enough the others have made their stand somewhere in the rubble of the small town.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I dart out from around the corner, Wyatt back to back with me, covered in blood and bruises, running on pure adrenaline. There will be a price to pay for it when all this over, but at the moment I override my body, forcing it to continue writing checks that it can't cash.

One thing I'm sure of, Wyatt and Antonov are making it out of this cluster fuck alive. Wyatt already tried to play the hero, and I fucking slapped him down. Not on my watch.

We do this together. Plain and simple.

The bodies of the dead, bullet ridden Russian troopers twitched slightly, as the tip of my appropriated sub machine gun arcs back and forth, alert for any surprises.

Return shots from the ruins of the town slam into the wall of the police station behind us. I duck low, behind a burned out car. "We need to take those fuckers out fast, before they get reinforced." My chest is searing, heaving as I take a deep breath.

I turn to Wyatt, as more bullets ping into the wall. "My men have brought along some heavy weaponry to get us out of tight spots. I think this qualifies."

My team is well trained, they are holding position, using the woods for cover. We can hear their fire keep the Russians pinned down. But if we want to get Antonov and the other prisoner out of this hell, not to mention our own skins, we need those Russians dealt with.

I reach down to my radio, which I managed to retreive when I found my gear laying in a pile in the corner of the reception area the Russians had set up for their HQ, and break the radio silence. My team knew better than to try and radio me without knowing my circumstances.

I make contact with my second in command, a tough Yorkie bastard, Tom. I explain to him what I want, and he agrees at once. The only reason they held back was they didn't want to accidently kill me.

I turn to Wyatt for a moment, catching his eye. I take in the sight of him... bruised, bloodied, battered, yet still tough as nails. And yet all of it... the grime, the sweat, the blood... it only made him hotter to me.

"We are going to fuck each other's brains out when this is over..." I whisper in his ear, followed by the WHOOOOOOOOSH of several RPG's being launched by my team from the woods... We catch sight of the flash as the rockets streak by overhead, followed shortly by a series of explosions as the rockets slam into the Russian positions.

10:23 submasterwyatt: I look up and see a bullet lodged not 6 inches from my head. Once again I realize we are still not out of hot water. Derek is on His radio as shots come out of the forest making the Russians having to focus elsewhere. He looks at me and grins telling me that when this is all over we are going to have a fuck session like none other. I just wink as the first RPG’s land and explode. Thank God for Derek’s team or there is no way of telling how this might turn out differently. As it was, no return fire. Another set are launched and land close to the first two. Now it’s wait time again. The Army is full of them - hurry up and wait.

After twenty minutes or so I see one of Derek’s men come out of the tree line, he has radioed us to stay put as he checks for signs of life. He gets to about where we are when I see a figure rise in the rubble, just barely but it’s a man. Derek’s man sees it too but too late as he gets shot and drops. I have poised my weapon and I am seconds behind and my bullet hits the Russian almost the same time as Derek’s man gets shot.

Derek’s team mate was smart at least and had a bulletproof vest on so he got dropped but only minor wounds would ensue. The Russian was not so lucky, I got him in the temple and he dropped instantly. Derek helped his buddy, Sam, by dragging him to our position. Good thing the Russians, if any were left, knew our position, cause if they didn’t Sam’s hollers and grunts would have given us up.

So was there one more Russian soldier alive? Had he been able to radio for help. I turned to Derek and looked that big man square in the eyes: “what’s the plan from here big fella?”

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: My chest is heaving, normally hauling back to cover would be a piece of cake, but with this fucking burns and lacerations all over my chest, it ain't so easy.

Time to worry about pain when we are dead though. Thank fuck Sam is gonna make it. I don't fucking stint on the body armor in my outfit. I turn to Wyatt, "Brother, you are one helluva fucking crack shot." That's a serious compliment coming from me.

I contemplate Wyatt's question. "Only one thing for it really, we need to head back into the Police Station, collect Antonov and the other prisoner, then make our way out the back. The back faces the woods, so my my men can keep any Russians who might have survived off our flanks. We need to get the fuck out soon. Even if we did manage to get all the fuckers, they probably had time to radio their status. Hell, there could be an airstrike or artillery strike being planned for all we know."

Putting my words into action, I bend down, and heave Sam up over my chest. He's not a big man, but with his body armour and kit, none of which I was willing to leave behind, he weighed a fuckton. Sweat poured off my hard, hairy muscle as I adjusted his weight over my shoulders and turned to head back towards the front of the station. There was no question of having Wyatt carry this man. Wasn't his responsibility, and I'd be fucking damned if I'd let him try, with that wound to his thigh.

I turned to Wyatt, "Cover me mate, I'm gonna make a dash back into the Police Station. We can't wait."

I start to move at the fastest pace I can manage, every step burning like fire as my battered, exhausted muscle is pushed to it's limits, and beyond. 20 feet .... 15 feet... 10 feet...

BANG

It was strange... I heard the shot... but I didn't feel it. The next thing I know, I was sprawled out on the broken, grimy pavement path just a few feet from the front of the Police Station. I'd dropped Sam, the man was groaning, crumpled near the door. Everything felt like a dream. I looked down, and saw a savage bullet wound marring my hard, hairy muscled abs. Well fuck. Looks like we didn't get all the bastards after all.

I coughed, and spat up some blood. A few more Russian bullets slammed into the dirt around me, but clearly the soldier was a lousy shot. He must have gotten lucky. Suddenly, the front door of the police station opens, and Antonov, the kid had more balls and bravery then brains, was dragging Sam through the door. Then, to my shock, even as my vision was starting to fade, he came running out the door. Pufts of dirt and chips of masonry exploded as the surviving Russian soldier... soldiers? I didn't have a fucking clue at this point, fired at him. He stayed calm, armed with only a knife, braving death to grab my boots and haul me into the police station.

He said something to me ... but I didn't hear it, I had, blissfully, slept into unconciousness.

10:23 submasterwyatt: You ever watch an action thriller where it’s a climactic moment - the director has decided to put it in slow motion so every facial expression and detail can be vividly seen on the big screen? That’s what I felt when I saw Derek, grab up his buddy Sam, throw him over his shoulder and start to trudge his way to the safety of the jailhouse. My screams when I saw Derek collapse would rival any from any movie made. Bullets riddle the ground around him but the one I was most fearful of was the one I saw rip a hole in the back of Derek’s back.

At first I screamed NOOOOO and fell on my ass backwards from the shock and pain of seeing Derek fall forward and then turn over holding up a bloody hand. The shot had made its way through the thick man’s torso. I then saw Antonov, for the first time not in shock, he had bravely run out of the jail and dragged Derek into the shelter.

My mind came back into focus and I remembered the scene - one line of fire, one gun, luckily for Derek only one bullet but that one bullet might be enough. At least it hadn’t lodged in his spine. I jumped up and turned my face toward the rubble where the shots had come from and start to unload my magazine as I scampered backwards toward the jail. Keeping my face to the town I scattered my shots purposely to keep the Russian not able to focus a shot of his own. My back slammed the door of the jail and I was inside in a second. Hoping Derek’s men were enough to keep the sniper at bay I turned and ran for Derek’s body lying on the center of the main room.

Antonov was more of a help than I originally thought he would be. He was applying pressure to the would and keeping the bleeding at a minimum. “ we have to get this wound cauterized or he won’t make it. I don’t think it hit any organ but I can’t be sure, if it has, it may not matter.”
It’s now my turn to play doctor, a role I have not played a lot as most of my missions only included me. I remembered Derek had some thin wire he used to stitch up my leg and I frantically searched for it trying not to move him too much. I yelled at Antonov to get hot water, knowing that there probably was only cold water taps, but water would be the only thing to cleanse the wound. I cursed myself for drinking the rest of Derek’s alcohol but couldn’t think of that now. “Don’t you fucking die on me” I screamed at the unconscious dude under me, my fear and frustration evident.

After about 45 minutes I have cleaned and closed the wound, drop back on my knees, bloody hands to my forehead, and let a few tear drop from my eyes. The quiet outside meant the sniper had decided to wait it out or had slipped away. All I could do now was wait - the thing I hated most was waiting.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: When I next open my eyes, the first thing I notice is a dull, throbbing pain. Not a normal kind of pain, but a kind of pain that sinks feelers into your very being, sapping you of will.

I look down, and memory floods back as I catch sight of the crude bandage across my abs. Well. I look up. A part of me finds it too much effort. It would be easier to just close my eyes again. But my eyes fall on Wyatt's face.

I've never seen that expression on his face. I smile, coughing slightly, which feels like a tearing sensation in my torso, but it passes. I reach up with one hand, transfixed by the sight of dampness in Wyatt's eyes. I never... he was... why... because of me?

I crack a smile at him. "Don't worry mate... I'm not gonna die. Not while you fucking owe me. Remember?"

There was a pounding on the back door, and suddenly I looked over to see Sam and Antonov jerk up. Antonov. He'd saved me. I'd need to thank him later. I wonder if he wanted a job. He was fucking brave, fearless. Might make a good soldier in the Brotherhood of Steel.

After a commotion, Antonov came back, with four of my men. They weren't surprised when they saw me, and I realized Sam must have radioed back our status. The leader of the men, one of my Sgts, Aaron, snapped off a salute. "Sir, it's time to go. We've spotted Russian drones in the area, the make and model used as spotters for airstrikes."

There are two medics with them, and they quickly transfer me onto a stretcher, while one of the other troopers settles Sam over his shoulder.

Then, my Sgt addresses Wyatt, "Can you cover us? I'll take the left if you can cover the right. It's still a bit dicey, we haven't managed to clear out all the Russian troops yet, and we are gonna be sitting ducks carrying these wounded back."

I reach out and grab Wyatt's hands. I catch his gaze. "Don't worry about me mate. I'll be fine. And... I guess I'm pretty glad now that I didn't try to pull this off on my own. You are a pretty handy mother fucker to have around."

The look in my eyes as I stared at him... that big, hard-muscled, soft-hearted, big-dicked, fearless American badass ... let Wyatt know that my real emotions were considerably stronger than my words let on.

10:23 submasterwyatt: Derek wakes up and coughs and my world starts spinning again. Fuck that big boy was tougher then a Sherman tank. Antonov and the others get up to speed on the status of the Russians and Derek’s sgt. asks if I would cover the right flank as they get the dead and wounded out. “Hell yeah I can” is all I say and start to prepare when Derek grabs my hand.

Some moments In time you never forget - this will be one of them. The way Derek tries to play it off, his shaky voice, the firm hand, the burrowing eyes drilling into me more meaning then he could ever put into words. I just set my jaw and say, “I will make sure nothing more happens sir, you can count on me.”

As we prepare to leave I come out firing to stop any snipers watching on my side. I also do a sweep and take out three of the four drones In The air. When we finally reach the make shift medic truck and Derek and Sam are strapped in. I don’t care who’s watching or what they think, I just lean down and give Derek a kiss. I come off his lips and wink at him. “I will see you state side”. I then grab Antonov and we hop in The small jeep in front of the medic truck to escort the truck about 6 kilometers to the helipad set up for the evac.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I'm dozing as my boys carry me back out of the police station. I open my eyes once, and spy Antonov, with an assault rifle in hand, probably got it from my men.

He's got a fierce determined look on his face as he helps escort me out. Definetly gonna get that boy in the Brotherhood of Steel. On the other side, I spy Wyatt, like a man possessed, fearless, blowing drones outta the air just daring the Russians to fuck with him. They don't try.

I start to fall back asleep, so hard to stay awake. Back at my men's truck now, when suddenly Wyatt is there. I force myself awake, staring up into his face, grinning suddenly when he leans down and kisses me. Right fucking there... in front of my men!!!

Holy shit. It feels fucking incredible. Amazing. Everything about this man is amazing. I reach up my hand as he starts to pull back, and despite the IV's, pull his head back for a second one, not being stingy with the tongue. He tastes good too. Fuck he does. "Fuck you Wyatt. You still owe me." Then, with a smile on my face I drift off to sleep.

---------- Two months later ------------

I got outta the hospital a week back, been catching up on paperwork. So much fucking paperwork. Running a company of bad-ass mercenaries is no picnic. Worth it though. But today isn't about paperwork. It's about Wyatt.

He's been hanging around the area, helping Antonov get settled in. From what I hear, that boy is one fierce fucker. He might join the Brotherhood. Sure as hell gonna try and see that he does.

I keep thinking back.. to the action in the Ukraine. To Wyatt. What are the odds we would have met there? Again? Fate? Chance? Who the fuck knows.

All I know is that I've got two tickets to Hawaii, at a luxury beachside resort, for two fucking weeks. One of them has his name on it.

I knock on his door, and don't wait for him to answer before barging in. I look him up and down, grinning at him. Wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans with boots. I lean against the door, and without a word, toss his ticket to him.

"Like I said Wyatt, you owe me. Big time. You mother fucking bastard. Derek Steel ain't a man to forget a thing like that."

10:23 submasterwyatt: It’s been almost two months since the Ukrainian affair. Antonov has proven why he should be in military service and only a few of us know just how good an asset he is. I stayed on to help him get settled but also cuz I wasn’t about to leave with Derek still in the hospital.
There were a couple nights where Derek was still touch and go and I didn’t leave his side. The doctor confirmed the bullet went straight through, he was damned lucky not to have it hit the spine or any major organ.

It had been a week since Derek got out and Derek went right back to work - dumb shit. I was just about ready to take another case when he asks me to hold off. I am in my room the brotherhood had set up for me thinking twice about not taking another case. I need to be active, and my time with Derek was exhilarating and traumatic but it was again waining. I was going through my mind excuses of why I had to leave when the big boy barges in my room and throws something at me announcing that I still owe him. I look at the papers now laying on the bed - tickets to Hawaii. A small smirk runs across my face and I get that gleam in my eye. “Owe you? OWE YOU? I recall it was I who got you out of the hell you put yourself in big man, I think you owe Me”. And with that I walk over and lightly hug you, knowing it’s still sore but getting better every day, and I open my lips and place them around yours, my tongue pushing at your teeth to open up your hot mouth and we kiss. Time is irrelevant but I pull off you and say. In case your still drugged up - that was a YES. “ Oh and I will also be collecting for saving your sorry ass too so don’t think you gonna get away without my dick in you” I slap your hot ass as I say it and turn back to my suitcase, look at the date on the tickets smile and say “ good thing I travel light and not high maintenance but. What if I would have said no?” You get the biggest grin on you I haven’t seen since the last time we went away. “ Then I would of kidnapped you” you say back. The smile on my face gets bigger now as I zip my suitcase shut. “Mmmmmm kinky. Now you talking. We both walk out and the door shuts as you place your hand on my ass and we walk for the car, you say as a whisper in my ear, “oh you have no idea how kinky I can get!”

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: As we walk out the door, your little comment about getting kinky makes me laugh harder than I've laughed in a long time. "Shit, Wyatt, I've got every fucking idea how we met. You remember, that whole shit show with the president's son? I seem to recall you knocked fuck out of me, strung my ass up, fucked me raw and tried to get me to talk. How did that work out for you?"

I put my arm around Wyatt's shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. "You know the saying mate.. keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. I'll shove your ass so full of kink that you ain't gonna be able to sit down for a week."

My cock was already rock hard. All the shit we'd been through in Ukraine, rescuing Antonov, all of it, had been worth it. For one simple reason. That reason was walking beside me.

---------- At the Resort -------------

The sun was starting to set low in the sky by the time we arrived at the resort. I threw down my luggage, and threw open the doors to the patio to let in the sinking rays of the sun. I walked out, joined by Wyatt. I put my arm around the big, buff, hard muscled bad ass and pulled him in tight, my biceps flexing.

I maneuvered behind him, wrapping my thick arm around that fucking concrete column he calls a neck, flexing my hard hairy bicep as I ground against his ass, my cock already stiff as steel. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I could feel it. I leaned forward, to whisper in the American soldier's ear, "Just you and me here for two weeks. I wonder what kind of trouble we can into, you reckon?"

Then, uncharacteristically, my voice took on a softer note. The hard, sharp edge always present in my voice suddenly dropped away. This was not a side of me that ANYONE got to see. Except Wyatt. "And... thanks bro. For saving my life."

10:23 submasterwyatt: I hear you say the words "thanks bro for saving my life" and I know it's you, but it is a you I have never seen. I stop and just look you in the eye. I drink your face, let the words flow over me and I lean in slow and we kiss. At first it's a sweet kiss, our lips tender and touching, then my hands slide down your back and land on your ass. I scrunch those orbs. My tongue snakes its way into your mouth and the sweet kiss turns into a sloppy wet sexual kiss that says, lets FUCK.

my cock rises and I whisper I want your ass so fucking bad, and I know you want mine too so I am sure before the night is out a flip fuck is bound to happen. I look to the bed and then to the beach. Bite Derek's ear and point him to the beach. I slide off my swim trunks and only have flip fops on as i slap your ass and say, last one to the umbrella BOTTOMS. start running kicking sand up into your face laughing.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I laugh as Wyatt turns to face me, and we kiss. The kiss builds up becoming more and more intense the longer it goes on. My dick is rock hard now, aching to be inside you.

As we break off the kiss, and Wyatt runs down towards the beach, I'm right after him, shedding my trunks and chasing after him, my stiff shaft pointing the way like a flagpole.

"Fucker!!" I call out, laughing as Wyatt kicks sand in my face, having to resort to dirty tactics in order to get to the Umbrella first.

I slam into Wyatt just after he beats me to the Umbrella. My wound is aching after the hard run and tackle, but I don't fucking care. Pain is how you know you are alive. It doesn't slow me down in the slightest as I grind my sweaty, sandy, hard, hairy, muscle on top of that hot as fuck bastard, biting his chin.

"You earned the first fuck. Maybe not fair and square, but hell, you earned it in other ways." I grin as sit atop the American bad-ass, my hand tracing the hard, solid lines of his powerful frame, the thick curve of his biceps, the hard feel of his chest, the power in those abs, and that goddamn handsome as fuck square jawed face. What a beautiful bastard he was.

10:23 submasterwyatt: You tackle me as I fall into the shade of the umbrella and admit your defeat, albeit with a little cheating from me. You start to roam over my chiseled frame and my hands start over your muscled body as well. We take our time just soaking in each other. I stop at your bullet wound and lean down and kiss it then go back up to your jaw where I first asked you about the scar there. So many scars on this man yet he is still the hottest, toughest mother fucker I know.

As we lay there close, I start licking your man nips, knowing from my interrogation with you that they indeed are a hot spot. Feeling down your groin, your cock is already thick, hard and throbbing. I grab your hair and yank your head back in mock anger, looking down at you drilling my eyes into yours: "Tell me Mr. Steel, who is the man that has you so fucking boned that your alpha ass is ready to invite another dick into it? Better tell me or I will have to fuck it out of you?" I chuckle as I lightly bite down onto your Adam's apple as my other hand slides further down your solid frame and grabs onto your cockhead rolling it in my palm.

"All right since you won't talk, you asked for it." I slide you to the right, flip over you, slap those hot man mounds you call an ass, knead them in my hands and run my fingers up and down your crack. I then lean in and spread your cheeks to open up your fuck hole and spit into it. I run my tongue around the edges and up your crack, then down and lick up the back of your nut sac slowly. I listen and watch your every move seeing what turns you on the most and linger there to give you the most pleasure I can.

Your body is so open for me, your defenses are down and you have given me free reign to do as I please. I know you have rarely done this and I am falling in love more and more each moment knowing I am the one you are surrendering yourself to. I slowly push my dickhead up and into your hole, then I lean down over that v shaped back, my weight on top, knowing you can handle it. As my cock slowly dives into a hole that has rarely been open for another cock, it's tight and despite Derek allowing me in, it still fights the thick snake trying to invade. I nibble your ear as you feel the warmth of my body over you and I say it. I don't plan it, I don't even know I was going to say it but I do. "I Love you Derek."

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: Even as my hands run over Wyatt's body, exploring his hard-built muscle and powerful frame, he does the same to me.

I shudder with pleasure as my nips are expertly licked by this badass American. They are wired straight to my nuts, which is something Wyatt clearly remembers.

My cock is throbbing and leaking. I look into Wyatt's eyes as he asks me his question, but I refuse to answer, just giving him a cocky half grin, my hand constantly roaming up and down his hard muscled body, lingering on his nips, his neck, his ears.

I growl as Wyatt bites my adam's apple, the sensation is thrilling and threatening all at once.

I grunt once as Wyatt's strong hands roll my hard, hairy muscle over onto my front, my knees digging into the sand, my ass thrust up towards him. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been fucked, and more than half of those times are Wyatt's doing.

I don't do this for just anybody. Almost no one. But with Wyatt... it's the right thing to do. I feel those hands of his slapping and kneading my hard, hairy, muscled ass. I let out a series of growls with each contact, my dick continuing to get harder and harder the entire time, I'm feeling like a fucking stag needing to rut, the lust is burning in my veins.

No man has ever turned me on like Wyatt. Fuck... his scent, his touch, the sound of his voice, the feel of his solid muscle. There's no one I'd rather have watching my back then Wyatt. Not many men that I could let down my defenses for. But Wyatt is worth. Worth it all.

I feel his strong, rough hands split my cheeks, feel his spit lubing up my ass. My entire body shudders as Wyatt's tongue explores my ass, my nuts. I can feel my fucking balls clench, my dick twitches, leaking pre-cum. I'm starting to breath fucking heavy now.

I start to tremble when I feel Wyatt's cock slowly begin to enter my hole, his hands on my back, tracing the ridges of my hard, hairy v-shape. I growl and grunt as Wyatt works his manhood up my hole. It's damn tight.

Nothing's been up there since Wyatt fucked me last. It's hard work, and it hurts. But it hurts so fucking much that it feels good. As he fucks me deeper, he leans down on top of me. I can feel the heat from his rock solid, hard muscled torso against my back, can feel his nips, can feel the heat of his breath as he nibbles my ear.

Then, suddenly, he plunges a dagger right into my fucking heart when he says that he loves me. The words... they stun the fuck out of me. They shouldn't. We both knew how we felt for each other, but in our line of work, those are dangerous words to say.

But dangerous are not, they have been said, and they are true. I shudder once as I hear those words sink in, Wyatt's cock plunged deep up my ass. I've totally fucking surrendered myself to him. Not used to dealing with so much emotion at once, it takes me a moment or two to steady myself.

But there is no hesitation, no uncertainty on my part when I reply, "Wyatt, I've never loved another man like I love you, you fucking badass bastard."

10:23 submasterwyatt: I know when I said it, it was exactly what I wanted to say but damn when they came out, they sounded so final, so concrete. Derek doesn't reply for a bit and I know it's cause he is in shock. I came at him like a bat out of hell with the words, like I said I didn't even know I was going to say them. But then, he fires back his response and I smile and say: "you fucking better believe I am a badass bastard, and your ass is feeling just how badass, you hairy bitch." Yes, probably not a response to put on a Hallmark card but it was Derek and those words from him meant more to me than any other words spoken to me all year; except maybe when he said: "thank you for saving my life." two sentences I will cherish until I go to my grave.

I start pumping my dick deep into Derek then. If he is going to give up his ass to me, I am going to let him know I appreciate it and so I slow pump deep down into him as I nuzzle my nose over the back of his thick neck and my hands slip around to his hairy chest and they find his man nips and I twist and roll them in my hands as my body humps down on the big boy.

Damn his ass feels tight and his body is amazing, I lay over him and work my dick faster now with each pump into him. I start to gyrate my cock so I can drill into Dereks Prostate, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I am getting working this big man's ass. His sweet spot is in there. I am going to find it and when I do, you will be able to hear his pleasure moans from Maui to Oahu.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I grunt, letting the words that Wyatt and I have just exchanged sink in. A part of me is in shock, but hell, it was the truth plain and simple. It felt good to say it. Felt good to hear it. More than good. It was right. Damn....

I grunt as Wyatt plumbs my ass harder, deeper, drilling for oil. It fucking hurts so much it feels good... and then, it fucking feels so good because Wyatt found my prostate. The entire tone of my grunts changes, as I gasp in surprise. A tingle races up and down my spine, and every single muscle in my body starts to tense and flex.

Unconciously, I ram my ass back, taking in more of Wyatt's incredible dick. The feel of that bastard inside me... it's incredible. Beyond incredible. It feels fucking right.

My balls are starting to boil, as each one of Wyatt's thrusts drives into me like a fucking jackhammer, sending out a surge of pleasure that makes my dick twitch, spewing out pre-cum. I growl out, "You bastard... you fucking beautiful bastard... you are gonna make me ... make me cum... holy shit.."

My head rears back as I feel Wyatt's hands wrapped tight around my hairy chest, feeling him pressed up against me, feel his hard muscle wrapped around me, feel him inside me. Fuck... I love this man.

I let out a roar as my dick starts to fire like a machine gun, sending out spurting ropes of thick white seed as my entire body shudders with the pleasure of having Wyatt inside me.

10:23 submasterwyatt: Damn. I am just pumping my dick deep into this hot fucker, my cock slamming into his prostate balls deep when he starts to moan and squirm- yes I have found his treasure trove. I punch it, rub it, and smash my helmet into it and Derek goes wild. Damn I love giving this man pleasure.

I see him under me and his head starts rolling as his eyes clinch and I feel every fiber of his hot muscles body tense then……he blows his load. He roars out and his cock is spewing ropes over his body. Seeing this man give in fully to my working him, my own cock starts spewing it’s own load inside him. The creamy flow of my cock juice streaming and seeding every inch of his insides. I too holler out and my body spasm as the lust and sexual tension is intense. My dick continues to just spurt and pump until there is nothing left. Fuck I just lay over Derek spent and satisfied.

We lay there for over an hour when I finally pull out of him, unwrapping my arms from his solid frame. I run my nose up his neck and kiss him and tell him we better get ready for the luau. But I also know that after the pig roast Derek will be ready for round two where he will spit Wyatt on his stick and this day will end as perfectly as it started

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I feel a wave of pleasure and heat roar through my hard, hairy muscle along with a heavy pressure building in my ass as Wyatt pumps me full of his badass soldier seed.

I collapse onto the sand, lost in a fog of pleasure. Connected with Wyatt. His cock inside me. We don't speak, just lay there. After a while, my hand reaches up over my shoulder and grabs Wyatt's strong, calloused hand.

I hold it, content to feel the connection with this incredible badass man.

My stomach starts grumbling, reminding me that I gotta have some protein for round 2. Cause it's my turn next.

Time to take a break, recharge, refuel for round 2.

------------- Two hours later --------------------

Laughing, Wyatt and I head back to beach. It's evening now, the sun has just set and the stars are coming out. The sound of the waves makes a soothing background to our laughter as we head back. The luau was incredible. Sure the food was great, but it was being with Wyatt that made it special.

Can't fucking believe I'm falling so hard for him. But hell ... if there's one thing I'm good at, it's going with the flow. I'm running with this. All the fucking way. There are times when a man has gotta fight... and times when a man has gotta surrender. Guess maybe it's time to surrender.

We reach the umbrella, and for a few minutes don't say anything, just standing there side by side.

After a while, I slowly inch myself behind Wyatt, wrapping my arms around his torso, feeling those thick cabled muscles, hard, powerful, forged in combat. I pull him up against me tight. Buck naked both of us, we threw off our clothes back at the beach house after the luau, my dick slowly starts to surf his ass crack.

My arms flex, surging with hard, hairy, power as I pull him tighter against me. My other hand reaching up to grab his chin, pulling his head back over his shoulder, and twisting it a bit so I can get at him for a long, hard, slow kiss.

I break for a minute, looking into those eyes. I nod once, then dive back in again, rougher, more aggressive, hungry to taste Wyatt, invading his mouth with my tongue, but at the same time... tender and gently. Hard and soft.

I thrust my dick forward, poking around at the castle gates as I break off that kiss. I growl in your ear, "Now it's my turn to claim what's owed Wyatt... that ass of yours.. it's MINE." I bite my ear.

Then, getting ready to plunge in, I take another plunge. "Meant what I said Wyatt. I ain't ever loved a man like I love you."

10:23 submasterwyatt: Getting back from the Luau we don't miss a beat. We hit the beach house and we are out of our clothes in nothing flat. We are laughing, something that is rare for both of us, but that's because laughing is commodity rare in our line of work. Never have I felt so safe, so able to let go, so incredibly at one with someone, but I do with this chiseled, hairy fucking bad ass hero.

We walk down to the umbrella holding hands. His are just slightly larger than mine but the entangle and mesh perfectly. It sounds like a school girl diary sort of scene but we are both men, solid men of muscle and there is nothing girly about this scene, just pure man love. Yeah love. We finally said it, we finally put it out there and we grasped onto the idea and held it tight.

After long minutes of just being with the man, close and silent, he slips around me and his cock finds my love lane. Being alpha I would normally bristle and clinch and fight the notion I am going to be bottom, but with Derek there are no labels, there are no absolutes when it comes to us. Alpha, Beta, top, bottom that has been washed away - we are lovers, true lovers that have allowed ourselves to strip off the stereo types and just enjoy each other.

Surrender is hard for both of us and that is what makes this relationship truly special. Two men who, because of their chosen career, know that surrender isn't an option, being vulnerable makes you weak or dead, but without discussing it, without agreeing to it out loud, we both allowed ourselves to feel what we felt and plunged head-first into a union of oneness.

As you kiss me, I melt and voraciously tongue you back and tell you to take my ass, I offer it freely so I can feel the man I love give me pleasure like I gave him earlier in the day. He says the words: "Meant what I said Wyatt. I ain't ever loved a man like I love you." And I melt, this hard core fucking muscled Army Combat riddled man, melts. I say: "And I fucking love you with everything I have." I say back. The words sound so shallow compared to the feeling I have within me so I do what I can and just open my body up for the man I love to do as he pleases. The act of offering my body is the ultimate way I can show what I mean. "Take me Derek - I'm Yours."

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: As I hold you tight, my arms slowly tighten around that incredible torso, solid as a block of chiseled steel. My muscles tighten, my biceps flex, and with a grunt I lift you up from behind in a rear bearhug, I position you so that your butt cheeks are resting right on my abs.

I feel your legs wrap around mine, locking you in place as I bend back slightly taking your wait on my massive quads, as they tighten like columns of greek marble. Then, I slowly slide your ass down my abs, with a grunt of effort slowly impaling your American soldier ass on my cock, feeling my manhood drive up deeper and deeper into your ass, inch by inch, taking it slow, savouring every moment of this incredible union with you.

As you were in me, now I'm in you, joined again. Finally, I slide out, then back in again, my mouth covering your broad shoulders and back with kisses, and the occassional fierce bite as passion floods through me. This union is not only physical ... but deeply emotional. We've both surrendered to each other deeply, put everything on the line. It's an act of enormous courage and deepest trust for men like us... who live every day as though it might be their last, never knowing when that one mistake, that one bullet might end it all.

The ferocity of the passion that binds us both shivers up and down my spine as I work you harder and harder. My only just healed wound is aching like a bitch as I'm asking my body for more ... and more. But the pain is part of hte pleasure. Part of the sacrifice I make for Wyatt.

We build up an incredible rhythm, my dick plunging in and out, each time slamming with force, passion, and aggression against your prostate, sharing the pleasure... the power with one another. My fucking balls are starting to boil, the need to cum starts to churn, and I sternly hold it back, working my man up to his climax, savoring every moment of this union.

10:23 submasterwyatt: Derek takes his time and slowly holds, then lifts me in a rear bearhug. I slide down his abs and my ass meets with his fuck pole. He knows I am still concerned about that hole in his belly and in this way he is telling me without telling me he is better. I hear the slight pain mixed with pleasure as my body impales onto his dick, but I have learned with Derek, he will go through a little pain for the payoff of getting extreme pleasure or payback.

You start pumping that hard steel rod up into me and you kiss my back and shoulder as you moan out then bite me here and there. Fuck your dick inside, your manly hands holding me up, your sweet mouth on my back and neck - the scruff rubbing causing my hairs to stand on end from the sensation, it all causes me to moan out my pleasure as well. "That's it Derek, fuck me, fuck me hard."

You start your rhythm and I am just bouncing in your arms. Your strength and stamina even after what you have been through makes me more in awe, more in love than ever. We are more than the sex we have yes, but the sex culminates and exemplifies what we have together so I embrace and drink in every move you give. Your body sweating as you have given all, just as you always do, it's all or nothing with Derek and I am go glad you have given your all to me. Just as you opened up and surrendered your whole-self earlier, I now reciprocate. My body is flooded with sensations and I feel your cock harden and your balls churning as you reach my prostate. My own cock has been rock solid for a bit but when you reach my sweet spot it only takes a few teasing punches to have me start spitting. You see the reaction of my cock and know you have me on edge as you ramp up your thrusts and my head flips back, my eyes role back and my body arches back roaring out a stream of cum ropes. They fly out of my cock and spray the ground 4 feet away. You continue your pumps as my dick bounces and continues to let loose. "fuck" I grunt out. "CUM IN ME DEREK. Fill me with your man seed."

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I'm connected with your body... with every single combat-forged muscle of your goddamn badass warrior frame. Every flex... every pulse ... every surge. I can read you like a book, like you can me. I feel that rising inside you... that pressure growing, surging, I can feel every step on the journey to eruption, and it drives me fucking wild.

Knowing I am this connected to you, this in tune with you, body, mind and spirit. It's taking every single ounce of self discipline I possess to keep my load from erupting, but I wait.. I feel it.

I bite you, fucking hard, just at the right moment, when every muscle in your hard as fuck body flexes like a steel cable, when Mount Vesuvius erupts, spraying your manly seed in a series of thick, ropey streams. I savour it, every spurt, every atom of pleasure that our joining gives you, and then... I add my own.

My head, rearing back, and a deep animal like bellow rising up from my throat as my balls clench... my grip on you turns to steel, and with a series of jerks and thrusts, my thick, hot mercenary seed fills your ass up from the inside out. The orgasm is totally mind-blowing. I've never, not in my entire life, felt anything like.

When I'm done I sink to my knees, using the last of my stamina and strength to gently lower you with trembling arms face first to the sand, lying on top of you, in a daze. Beyond thoughts. Only able to be joined with you. Warrior to warrior. Soldier to soldier. My hands instinctively reach for yours, my fingers twining with yours, the grip is firm, strong, but tender and loving at the same time.

My breath rises and falls slowly, as I lay atop you. My cock still semi hard, still in your ass, the heat of your body joined with mine. Breaths falling into sync, the pulse of each other's life blood shared.

Published: 2022-09-17, viewed 60 times.