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"No! Vova...listen to me. You have to stop. Please...lower the gun." Yuri slowly stepped closer to Makarov, who was pointing a gun at Price. His hand remained steady even when the realization that his friend, his ally...his lover, had actually betrayed him.
"Nothing can stop this...not even you. How could you do this, после всего, через что мы прошли?" (after all we have been through) Makarov sneered, as his voice grew especially dry and rough.
Price stayed down and slowly started edging toward the gun a few feet out of reach, but Makarov noticed out of the corner of his one blue eye.
"Я люблю тебя, Вова!" (I love you, Vova) Yuri ran out of distractions, he had to save Price.
"Поздно, Юра." (Too late, Yura (endearing nickname for Yuri))
Yuri saw that Makarov resolved to kill Price and then would turn on him most likely, so Yuri shot Makarov in the shoulder. There was a quick flash of shock and anguish on Makarov's gaunt but handsome face, as the bullet seared a hole into his flesh. It was a knee-jerk reaction when he shot Yuri right in the head. And just like that, Yuri became just another example for spreading the message that no one would get in Makarov's way.
No one could stop Vladimir Makarov...until Captain Price of 141 wrapped a cable around his neck just before the entire structure collapsed. The ground fell out from under Makarov and he was killed instantly, a single gasp escaped his mouth as his soul was released. It was an incalculable victory for the entire globe when that cable tightened up too much.
Makarov was dead.
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"Hurry the fuck up! The Commander doesn't like to be kept waiting!" One soldier shouted to another, who was digging up a random hole in the ground. About five feet down, they found a skeleton and it was in remarkably good shape. "We got him, 01." The man holding the shovel spoke into his headset.
"Fuck yeah...bring 'em in." The voice on the other end sounded pleased.
It was a long trip for the two soldiers and their large duffle-bag filled with dust and bones. Both exhausted, they dropped the bag on the metal examination table. Commander Graves leaned forward, putting himself under the spotlight of the lamp focused over the table. "Fantastic work." Graves smiled at them, the shadows slid in and pooled under the gaunt of his cheekbones and under his eyes, making him look quite eerie. He drew his hand gun and shot them both, then he got on his cell-phone.
"Lexi...come get me." He spoke, chewing on the inside of his cheek a little. He had to be sure that the number of people involved was kept at a minimum and he knew that he could trust his lover and now right-hand man, Alex Keller. Alex joined the Shadows and then went on to help train Black Cell, a very tightly knit, elite group within the Shadows. Phillip Graves was determined to put himself into a position of ultimate power, and military force was the way. His Outfit was more powerful than an entire Nation's army and with Black Cell, he was going to dip his toe into some dark magic. Alex arrived and entered the large shipping crate in-which Graves set up the meeting spot with the two soldiers. Alex looked down on them and narrowed his eyes at Graves.
"I take it that I need to clean this shit up, handsome?" Alex asked with his gloved hands on his hips.
"If ya could, sugar. No traces left behind, no...prints." He spoke in a condescending tone, but Alex liked it, he watched Graves' lovely, firm ass as Graves headed toward the exit, and he liked that even more.
Alex went to work, dragging the bodies by the ankles and shoving them in his Jeep while Graves sat and checked his hair in the rearview mirror and straightened his aviators. Alex let his muscular arms drop at his sides, his bulky shoulders slouched, "Who in the hell do you need to impress...it's just us here." Alex wore a playful little smirk on his scarred lips.
Graves looked at him through his black shades and beckoned him over. Once Alex got over to him, Graves slipped his gloved hand over the side of Alex's neck and kissed him hard.
"I appreciate you, Alex." He gave Alex that beaming, movie-star smile.
"Fuck...what you do to me." Alex spoke under his breath as he gave Graves a few quick kisses.
"Let's bail, I got our guy in the back." Graves told him.
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"Place the remains here, Commander." A man dressed in black medical gear, mask included, instructed Alex and Graves to place the bones on the cold, metal table. His Russian accent instantly put Alex on edge and Graves patted him on the shoulder to say everything was okay.
Alex unceremoniously dumped them out and the doctor sorted them very quickly with his black latex gloves, wearing a very stern expression. The two Shadows stood, watching the professional do his thing and Alex grew bored. He, himself didn't FULLY know what Graves was planning with the small group of mysterious doctors and scientists. They were the ones behind his miraculous new leg, and all the awe-inspiring gear for Black Cell. The Lead scientist called himself Warlock, that was the only name given to Graves, otherwise, no other names were provided. The man whose remains were now being carefully put back together, was the perfect candidate for this unholy experiment. No family or friends harping about it, no lawsuits, and most importantly he was the perfect person to take Makarov down.
"So who is this pile of bones, Phil?" Alex asked him, as he ran his fingers through his short, sandy brown hair. Graves watched him, thinking about how soft that hair was and how much he loved burying his face in it. He swallowed a little hard, shaking the thoughts of grinding pelvises with Alex.
"You'll see." He smiled crookedly.
"Yeah...that is what I was afraid of. I know it isn't MacTavish...poor boy got ashed. And I know it isn't Yuri, he's buried all cozy-like in Russia." Graves stopped Alex from thinking out loud with a hand placed firmly around the back of his neck. He pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek, keeping his eyes trained on the doctor.
"Just chill out, baby." Graves spoke into his ear, but the doctor heard him and looked up with a raised brow and then, a curious little smile.
"You don't have to stay, gentlemen. I don't need a babysitter." He smiled a little without looking up. "I have everything needed...this is perfect."
The doctor wore a ghoulish little smile as he looked the skeleton over, stroking a femur. " ...Just perfect."
Alex gave Graves an apprehensive side-eye and Graves took him by the wrist and led him out of the lab.
They stood out in the dark hall and Alex leaned up against the cold wall and folded his arms. "Doesn't that sorta...I dunno, creep you out?"
"What?" Graves stepped closer and placed his hands on Alex's chiseled hips.
"The way he looked at the ...bones?" Alex asked him, squinting one brilliantly blue eye a bit.
"Nah, I'm used to creeps, sugar. He just REALLY loves those morbid...materials that I bring him. Hell, we used some corpse dust for that leg a' yours, just a little DNA mutation and BAM- leg for Lexi." He winked.
"What the FUCK?" Alex stood up, almost getting in Graves' face.
"Ya gunna hit me, sweet pea?" Grave looked incredibly aroused about the idea and his gorgeous blue eyes sparkled excitedly.
"Hell no. I would never raise a hand to you...in that way. Might choke ya though." He smiled slyly.
"You know I like that." Graves replied, lowering his voice to sound even more sexually appealing to Alex.
Alex grabbed him around the waist and shoved him up against the wall, looking him over desirously for a moment and then lunging forward, biting and kissing him up his neck, working his way to his mouth. Graves grabbed Alex's ass, squeezing and shaking it, weighing it in his palms. "I wanna fuckin' eat you, Keller." Graves snarled a little, showing his exceptionally long canines.
The lovers still didn't have things sorted out in the bedroom, there was always a considerable amount of wrestling and struggling for the top spot, but Alex was usually the one to indulge Graves. He never regretted it either, as Graves was always certain to service him so completely. They were starving for one another. They had spent a couple weeks apart as Graves tracked down the mysterious remains and found himself all over the map for other things as well. Alex was busy on the frontlines, fighting back the ever-growing Konni forces with various armies from other countries. Some of the most organized, well-equipped extremist groups allowed themselves to be absorbed into Makarov's forces for the sole reason of being able to destroy, kill and control on a larger scale. The pay also helped.
"Wanna slip into the storage room and fuck?" Alex asked him with a wanton look on his incredibly handsome, bearded face.
"Always." Graves replied, as he pulled Alex into the small storage area and shut the door.
There were all types of glowing liquids in different sized vials, classic Frankenstein stuff and Alex couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "You have some voodoo doctor raising folks from the dead now?"
"Pretty much." Graves pulled Alex into a kiss as he undid Alex's pants, and then turned his back to him. This time, there would be no delightful altercation, Graves just wanted to get off with Alex. "I am nice and clean too, if you're eager enough." He winked over his shoulder.
Alex adored that side of Graves most, it was a side no one else got to enjoy too. He opened Graves' belt and then his fatigues and made them drop down to his boots.
"I'm always eager as fuck to eat that peach of yours." He spanked and then grabbed a hold of one of Graves' sumptuous ass cheeks and shook them lustily.
He got down on his knees and spread Graves' hard ass cheeks apart, Graves jutted his rear out more, putting such a lovely arch in his back. Alex stood back up and ran his tongue up the length of it before getting back down and diving right into eating his ass. Within moments, Graves' love hole was good and wet, so he turned around the moment Alex backed away, and dropped to his knees.
"No...Phil, I can get myself ready." Alex didn't expect Graves to swallow his stiff cock down and drive him close to the edge simply by using a diligent tongue.
He grabbed up some of Graves' luscious, golden hair and exhaled hard, rolling his hips just a little to thrust into Graves' heavenly mouth. It was getting far too good and Alex tried to pull out, but Graves gripped him around the backs of his thighs and worked harder. "Fuuuck... sweetheart, I'm at the finish line." He rasped.
Graves cruelly stopped and stood up. "Palms to the wall, soldier." He told him with a stern look as he fixed his hair.
Alex knew what that stare-down meant. He had been played, Graves wasn't going to take it this time, he just manipulated him so delightfully. Alex's heart fluttered a little as Graves' pressed him to the wall and got to work prepping his ass.
"You sexy bastard...I shoulda known." Alex looked at him over his shoulder, with his palms pressed up to the wall and his ass out.
Graves slid his large, rigid cock up Alex's ass and then pressed his whole body against Alex's. Running his palms down Alex's pecs, ribs, and abs, he worked his way down to Alex's desperately hard dick. Instantly, he tugged and squeezed at it with both hands as he rolled his hips so fluidly, fucking Alex passionately. He got greedy fast though, and in no time, his gloved hands were desperately gripping him by the hips as he thrust in rough and deep. Alex whined and moaned loudly so Graves' hand-gagged him. That just aroused Alex more so Alex stroked himself until he released in a mass of shivering and panting. Graves kissed the side of his neck and then bit down on his shoulder, drawing a little blood with one canine.
"Fuck yes...so good baby." Alex whispered as he stroked the exposed side of Graves' face, while the other was pressed hard against the side of his neck.
"I'm cumming, sugar...hah...shit yes." Graves spoke softly into Alex's ear as he panted and then shot his warm seed up Alex's ass.
The pleasure rolled over them for a while as their tension and stress faded in an eruption of ecstasy.
"I needed that...bad." Graves told Alex as he grabbed up a box of tissues from the storage shelf, opened it and used some to clean off. Alex followed suit, then they pulled their pants up and headed back to check on things.