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A Brighter Side of Grey 3/?

A Brighter Side of Grey 1/?

This is for my lovie @bellgraves. :) This is a continuation of my fic As the Rush Comes. Ya'll! I posted this fic a while ago. It was the p

Graves/Reader

Summary: Continuation of As the Rush Comes. A female mercenary got a lot closer to killing Graves than anyone else had. So Graves put her in her place. After leaving her for dead, he was almost certain she was gone. So what happens when he catches her making another attempt on his life? (First and second part links are in my master post!)

Warnings: Violence, drugging, kidnapping, dubcon all the things that come with writing about dueling mercenaries. If I need to add anything, let me know. Also, Shadows/Reader ;)

I feel like this is just not my best fic :( I feel rusty and like I don't write as well as I used to. Maybe it's been work being so busy. Let me know what you think! For you, love @bellgraves!

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You woke up alone.

Alone.

You sat up and listened for any noises but heard nothing.

You got out of bed, reminding yourself to be quiet when stepping on the floor because you recalled that when Graves had set his Kevlar vest down before he slept with you the night before (or what you assumed was the night before because there were no windows) there was a thud. That told you that you might not be on the first floor.

You didn’t bother covering yourself with the blanket. Even if Graves did have cameras in here, you’d slept with him enough times to know he’d seen all of you.

And you’d seen all of him. You certainly didn’t hate seeing all of him and definitely wouldn’t mind seeing Graves again. But something in the back of your mind was telling you he was still salty about how close you came to killing him and that he intended to make you pay for that.

Dearly.

Maybe with your life.

So you waited a few more minutes, listening for any signs of life outside of the air conditioning automatically kicking on and off.

You still heard nothing.

You counted the seconds to ten minutes even.

Still nothing.

So you got dressed in the clothes left scattered around that fit you. Pants, hoodie, shoes. You used your teeth to rip a small tether off the hoodie and used that to tie your hair back.

You laid your small hand on the doorknob of the heavy door.

And…

Much to your shock…

It opened.

You cracked that door open and pressed your ear up against it. You stood there until you counted the seconds to five minutes.

There were no noises other than the automatic clicking off and on of the AC unit.

The shoes you had on weren’t loud. They weren’t heels like you’d worn when you first met Graves to swindle him. And they weren’t boots like you’d wear in the field which could be hard to keep silent unless you were outdoors. They were Converse. Simple black Converse shoes. Easy to walk quietly with.

And yet, even though you had not heard anything other than the AC you still treaded slowly and with caution. It could be the middle of the day or the middle of the night for all you knew. Yet you had no idea how Graves ran his bases. And you were certain Graves had 24/7/365 patrols crawling everywhere.

Hell, you’d found it weird you hadn’t run into anything or anyone yet.

So of course it would be when you picked up your walking speed just a little that you felt like you’d walked right into a wall and ended up on hard cement floor.

You were dazzled, bamboozled (a term you like to use with the pets you had growing up when you would hide a treat in a toy and said pet would get confused trying to get it out) when you had the breath knocked out of you.

A better term might have been stunned but not in a good way.

You shook your head to clear the cobwebs. You didn’t even know if someone had hit you, shoved you, or if you’d just been stupid enough to hit your head on something.

But when that something spoke you were convinced that what you’d run into was human. Or close to it.

“What’d we have here?”

That wasn’t Graves’s voice. That much you knew.

You glowered at the thing that had talked to you.

A Shadow.

“Don’t know but I sure like the look of ‘er,”

Shit.

Two Shadows.

It was one of the few times in your life you’d been caught without words. Normally you didn’t have a problem finding what to say. You were usually quick to reply to almost anyone save for the man who raised you only because he’d beat the shit out of kid you when you got smart mouthed with him.

One of the Shadows, a tall, well-built man with cruel grey eyes and dirty blonde hair reached out, presumably to grab you by your hair and you dodged it.

“Look but don’t touch, asshole,” you spat.

“Cute,” the voice came from the second Shadow behind you. You hadn’t seen what the other Shadow looked like yet. But they sounded just as tall and large as the Shadow in front of you.

Shadow #1, as you decided to call him, again reached out towards you and while you tried to dodge him a second time, Shadow #2 grabbed your jacket from behind and prevented you from avoiding the harsh reach of Shadow #1.

So Shadow #1 was able to grasp your hair.

It took everything in you not to scream because for all you knew Graves was around the corner ready to kill you as a reward for your escape attempt.

The scream proposed by your primal brain was not one of fear. There were only two people you feared: your boss/the man who raised you and Phillip Graves. The scream trying to burst from your lips would have been one of pain.

Because that motherfucker grasped your hair so hard, in such a tight fist, that you could swear you almost felt your scalp tearing. Some relief was provided when same Shadow #1 used his other hand to grasp your hoodie to make it easier for him to drag you off into a darkened hallway while Shadow #2 (from what you could see through the mess of your hair) made sure no one had seen what happened.

The men worked together to then wrench you into a room.

That door shutting let you know you might have to get ready to fight for your life against two of Graves’s men, some of the best trained killers on planet Earth.

You hadn’t even been able to defend yourself against Graves and had he not called 911 after physically assailing you almost to the point of death, you were sure you would have died that night.

But as soon as that heavy door shut closed and locked. You let loose.

You spat a string of curse words at Shadow #1 and #2 when you were released and shoved onto a cold concrete floor.

A quick scan of the room told you that you were in someone’s quarters and you found it hard to believe they were showing you to your own room.

Only then were you able to see what Shadow #2 looked like. Sure enough, just as tall and big as his partner except his eyes were green and his hair was darker.

“You shut your fuckin’ mouth,” Shadow #1 shot back.

“You do realize,” Shadow #2 said (and you were beginning to take notice of how trapped you were with these two men who undoubtedly had bad intentions), “that we could turn you over to Graves and walk away with a month’s vacation and a million dollars in bonus pay?” He paused before adding, “Each.”

“Do it, I would,” you shrugged.

Both men were left wordless for a moment or two, clearly not expecting such a response.

“He’d kill you,” Shadow #1 reasoned.

“I’m not retarded, roid-rage,” you snapped. “Duh,”

“You really are psycho,” Shadow #2 followed up.

“My wonderful childhood made me that way,” you grinned coldly and if you weren’t concussed you would have guessed that the humor with which you’d said that along with the callous grin unsettled them just slightly.

“Anything you can offer that miiiight change our minds?” Shadow #1 asked smugly. “You sure are pretty,”

You scoffed. “Neither of you would dare touch me,”

“What makes you say that?” Shadow #2 snapped.

“You must be the beta,” you mocked him.

For that you got smacked. Shadow #2 slapped you across the face.

Hard enough that you couldn’t help but cry out.

You’d wanted to fire back, Hot, do it again but instead you spat blood onto the floor in front of you.

“What’s got you thinking that?” Shadow #1 asked.

“I’m Graves’s. Pretty sure he has rules against any of you second class citizens touching me,” you winked.

“Nah, see that’s where you’re wrong,” your eyes met Shadow #2’s as he said those words.

“We left out one of the rewards we get if we catch you trying to get out.”

“A mean-nothing promotion after getting back from your boring vacation after padding your bank account with a million dollars?”

“No, we get you,” Shadow #2 smirked.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, soldier,” you replied as your mind wrapped around exactly what they were getting at. Graves probably told them to have at ‘er (you could hear that in Graves’s smug voice) if they found you.

Something told you that you weren’t getting out of this.

So why not make the best of it? Besides, it’d be something you could through in Graves’s face later.

Shadow #1, bastard that he was, reached for your jacket. Your world tilted violently and you were thrown onto a bed.

Shadow #1 signaled to his buddy #2, who was quick to kneel just above your shoulders and he then ruthlessly pinned your wrists to either side of your head.

Your felt a sharp, red-hot pain shoot up and down your right arm. You swore you could feel the metal plates and bolts scour together and you had to mentally coach yourself not to cry out.

“Motherfucker,” you hissed instead. “I said you didn’t have to force me,”

“Our bad,” Shadow #1 sneered. He again signaled to his partner in crime again and Shadow #2 released you. “Our boss really fucked you up, huh?”

After sitting up, you absentmindedly massaged your right arm.

“Call me Tyler, by the way,” Shadow #1 eyed you.

“’Kay,” you rolled your eyes. You then shifted your gaze to Tyler’s friend. “What about you, submissive, what’s your name?” you teased.

Shadow #2’s eyes narrowed. And for some reason it was only at that point that your mind registered that you had no idea what either one of these men looked like. They had most of their faces covered.

“None of your fucking business, slut,” Shadow #2 shot back.

“Literally couldn’t care less,” you winked.

“You got about 5 seconds before I ruin your clothes,” Tyler interrupted.

“Slow down, Ty-Ty,” you stood up.

“It’s Tyler,” he snapped. “Remember it because you’ll be screaming it later.”

You wanted to scoff but you didn’t want to push these two anymore. They were professional trained killers and while you were, too, you were at a disadvantage.

The first thing you tossed aside was your hooded jacket.

“Your boss left big shoes to fill,” You pestered further. “Can you fill ‘em?”

“Watch me,” Tyler stepped forward. He moved too quickly for someone his size and it caught you just off guard.

A quick movement of his feet and you fell back onto the bed. The bed was closer to the ground than you and expected and you almost yelped because for a second there you thought you were going to fall flat on the ground.

Tyler climbed over you and was quick to straddle you. Your hooded sweatshirt was already discarded on the floor so all Tyler had to do gain further access in his usual heavyhanded way was to rip your shirt which he did.

You huffed in annoyance and he huffed in amusement before roughly pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside.

You immediately felt his rough hands on your chest, on your ribs, on your back before he unclapsed your bra and also tossed it off the bed.

“Fuck you have curves in all the right places,” he rumbled. He was straddling you now and he was heavy, at least twice your size if not more and you could definitely feel him being hard against your sex.

The feeling prompted a ragged moan to leave your lips almost against your will.

“She fuckin’ likes it,” Tyler sneered at his partner.

His nameless partner saw it as an invitation and moved to hold your wrists down above your head.

With that Tyler released you, his shaky hands gloved except for this fingertips now moving to your shoes which he easily flicked off. Your belt, jeans, and underwear were easy work for him and pooled on the floor at the foot of the bed.

You heard as Tyler sucked in a breath when he caught sight of your naked form.

“No wonder he likes you so much,”

You tried to raise your wrists against Tyler’s nameless colleague grasp just to get him to grip you harder. Hard enough to bruise. You were that fucked up that you didn’t mind being held down and forced into sex.

Not only didn’t you mind.

This was hot.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you weren’t sure which one of them said that because you had temporarily closed your eyes, trying to gain any friction, any feeling between your legs.

You heard one of them, Tyler likely, unbuckling his belt before he climbed over you, the bed sinking in and just bringing you closer.

You opened your eyes to meet his lighter ones. And you saw that this motherfucker was not only turned on but amused, almost sadistically. A dark part of your mind wondered if he had done this to other women who were not so willing.

Tyler’s hands were gloved save for his fingertips but those fingertips of his were lava-hot against your skin as he pulled you towards him, his fingers likely leaving finger-shaped bruises on the back of your knees as he guided them to either side of his hips.

Once he had your legs where he wanted them, his hands went to your chest, his rough hands cupping, pinching, grabbing before he lowered his hot mouth on your chest.

Your arched up towards him. As much as you could, anyway. You were still being held down by his friend at your wrists.

Tyler then pushed his length inside you in one swift movement unexpectedly.

You cried out in surprise. And…pain?

“Motherfucker,” you hissed as you felt him move inside you. “Foreplay?”

“Didn’t need it,” Tyler shot back.

His hot mouth moved to your neck and you gasped as used his teeth and lips to mark you in a way that you knew you’d still see proof of it a week later.

Not only was Tyler moving his hips in a skillful way that was making him sink deeper into you but he was also inching closer to your g-spot.

When one of his hands found its way between the two of you, your again arched against him.

You were so close.

But he slowed down and you groaned in frustration. If your hands were being held down you would’ve scratched him.

But his own biological instincts must have gotten the better of him because it wasn’t long before Tyler’s long, drawn-out thrusts soon got closer together. His breaths were coming closer and closer together, also losing rhythm.

Tyler’s coarse hands moved to your hips where he gripped your hips to the point to where his nails were leaving indents in your skin. It was the combination of all those sharp sensations that pushed you over your own edge.

You thought you heard something, someone in the hallway and Tyler must have heard it too because he covered your mouth with one of his hands to stifle any noise you might have made.

Tyler’s thrusts became hard and tough and deep as he hit his climax.

“Fuuuck, you’re addicting,” Tyler stilled inside you and you suddenly were reminded of how heavy he was, of how much bigger he was than you, and how you were out of breath and needed oxygen.

Tyler got off you and that was when you realized that the noise you heard had not come from the hallway but rather from a satellite phone Tyler had on a large desk across the room. He had redone himself, buckled his pants and looked like nothing had happened before he strode across the darkened room.

The look on his face when he saw whatever notification was on it gave you a good idea of who the notification was from.

More or less.

“Wait’ll your boss finds out what you did to me without permission,” you smirked breathlessly.

“I’m done with ‘er,” Tyler said. Apparently being in shape made it easier to catch your breath after the deed. “Do what you want,”

And with that he was gone, slamming the door behind him.

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I hope this means I get back to writing more regularly! :) I miss reader/Graves <3 :)

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