Hi y'all! This is a story that I was sorta playing with whilst writing Walk On The Wild Side. It's unrelated to that one; I just got bored while I was writing some of the non-action scenes towards the end. I wasn't sure if I should post it or not but I've decided to go with it.
I've always been fascinated by Christian Grey doing charity work abroad and how he's seeking to feed the poor, particularly as he's such a massive figure to the world in the story. So I thought I'd roll with it. It's a perfect excuse to write some action scenes again –my favourite thing to attempt to write!
This fic will be a lot shorter than my previous one and will mostly be Jason/Christian/Ryans/Roz and Gail/Ana/Reynolds/Welch/Luke until the final few chapters (that's not '/' as in romance/sex; I'm not writing that kinda fic! Though I am making it 'M' so…). There'll be some similarities in how I write the secondary characters –Luke being a dick, Jason being a grump- but it's in no way affiliated with my first fanfic.
Usual disclaimers; I own no one but the idea, and even then the idea is the result of watching too much world news and films about political regime changes.
Hope you like it. Feel free to message me your thoughts and feelings, I read them and take them into consideration always! I've just decided to post everything I wrote in one go so yeah, I'm rambling again.
Thanks for reading!
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Chapter one
Luke barked and thrust faster, grabbing Suzanna's hips and howling loudly.
'Aaaawhoooooooooooooooooaaaaaaarh!"
Yeah he was a kinky fucker.
Well, maybe marginally. He didn't have a room dedicated for sex only. Nah, he was more of a fuck-wherever-the-mood-takes-you kinda guy. It just so happens that his lady friend had a water bed and he'd opted to try it out.
It seemed like a great idea at the time, another surface to check of his list of 'non-conventional places to fuck'. However this was the first time sex had made him feel sea sick. Which, as a former Navy SEAL, didn't happen to him ever. The motion under his weight was uncomfortable to say the least. God, those beers were catching up with him too; he was bursting for a piss or maybe it was the motion of this cheap ass water bed making it harder to wait till they'd at least cum? Fuck, this night was just getting bizarre now.
Dear Penthouse Forum,
Subject; Who let the dogs out?
I pretended to be a werewolf for my kindergarten teacher tinder date but was bursting for a piss and got seasick on her water bed ...
"Fuck me, Jacob," Suzanna called, panting harder.
Sawyer ignored his queasy stomach and bursting bladder and picked up the speed with difficulty; how hard was it to find a fucking rhythm on a water bed?! God he needed a piss. Why couldn't he find a normal woman like Jason had found in Gail? Why was he the one who always end up making a tool of himself for the sake of sex with the crazy chicks? Just once, Luke wished he'd find someone who was adventurous and fun but didn't have a straightjacket in the closet. Maybe he had to change how he advertised himself on Tinder? Ryan had helped him create a bio –'L-dawg Sawyer; I worked for the Government so I know how to fuck you hard'-. The kid had even insisted he post a picture of himself holding Reynolds Labrador puppy to increase popularity and it had worked a treat.
He'd matched with Suz when he'd been waiting to drive Ana home from her check up at the hospital. Baby number two was taking his or her sweet ass time to make an appearance and Mrs Grey was exceptionally hormonal an grumpy, making everyone's lives a little tougher. Mr Grey was breaking Jason's balls, Jason in turn breaking Reynolds, Sawyer's and Ryan's. Even Gail was snippy. Everyone just wanted baby two to hurry up.
Between driving Ana around and his shifts in the CCTV room, Luke had got chatting to Suzanna. She wanted a 'werewolf fantasy fuck' and he was desperate to end this dry spell. So if giving her a god damn werewolf fantasy got him laid, Luke would give her a goddamn werewolf fantasy. Out the corner of his eye he spotted a copy of a well-read Twilight book and howled again. The howling worked for her, made her back arch inwardly.
She was an alright sight, a little chunkier than he normally liked. That wasn't fat-shaming on his part, oh no. He admired all types of the female form; petite, tall, skinny, fat, top heavy, bottom heavy, all those god damn fruit references. What was Gail again? A pear shape did she say? Fuck knows. Sawyer loved all types of woman. It was the romantic poet in him. But he also loved fitness and eating clean. Any future Mrs Sawyer would need to have a similar interest and also maybe love high intensity sports like cliff climbing and downhill mountain biking. Or she would need to be willing to accept that he couldn't deviate from his calorie controlled meal plan. He liked being muscular more than he liked ice cream and takeaway; that was a big no-no.
Sadly, Suzy had no interest in anything long term with him other than kinky werewolf sex. Which was fine by him, he currently wasn't looking to fill the vacancy of Mrs Sawyer any time soon. Jason had a sweet thing with Gail, he was ready to settle down. Especially when Mrs Taylor had such a fine ass. Lucky bastard.
"Oh, Jacob," Suzanna groaned now, distracting Luke. He winced when she started to meet his thrusts, feeling her pressing right back on his bladder.
Shit.
He had to stop before things got even kinkier and he ruined her sheets.
He slowed himself down and reached over her body and bit her neck. She gasped at the roughness but she accepted it with a delicious groan.
Maybe this was more Edward than Jacob though? Hmm, good point, Luke thought, licking her neck now like his farm dog, Tea Biscuit, used to do.
"Jacob," Suzanna laughed and giggled when Luke made whining noises like good old Tea Biscuit used to make at the door when he had to go outside.
Weird fucking bitch, she was getting off on this.
Jason would never believe him when Luke told him all about this weird ass night which sucked ass. Of all the people he wanted to tell about this particular night, Jason -King of the Prudes- Taylor was at the top of his list. Ryan would believe Luke though because Ryan's balls had barely dropped so the Kid had sex on the mind constantly. Reynolds wasn't normally interested in Luke's sex-capades unless there was a second cock involved but Luke was going to tell the bald bastard anyway.
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone, all doggy hold ya, all doggy hold it.
This Doggy couldn't hold it anymore, Luke thought to himself, pulling out and whining lowly again.
"Do you need to go outside for a bit, Jacob?" Good old Suz asked, clearly his impression of Tea Biscuit was on the money.
Why, yes. Yes I do you fucking weirdo.
But of course he couldn't speak; he was a werewolf. She'd asked him to shave all his body hair for tonight, that's how into character he was being. He'd gotten his first back, sack and crack with Reynolds in anticipation. Luke could practically hear Gail scolding him in the back of his head 'This is what happens when you meet strange women on Tinder. Find yourself a nice girl'.
He climbed off Suz and scooped up his mobile as he went through to her bathroom and tried to work out the best way to piss with minimal mess. Standing in the shower seemed like the best answer. Wasn't like he had any intentions of seeing this creeper lady again. Even by his standards, the whole dog/werewolf/Jacob thing was barking mad –ha!
He laughed as he took up the position, playing with his phone and checking his messages. He was surprised Suz didn't have a lead to take him outside to shit on the lawn with.
That thought terrified him and he quickly got out of the tub and locked the bathroom door in case she tried to leash him.
Satisfied that he was safe in the bathroom from Bella Swan out there, Luke climbed back into the chick's shower and sighed lowly. That was when his phone decided to ring.
"Jacob," Luke said instantly, "I mean, shit. Sawyer."
"Luke? It's Taylor. What's going on?" Taylor asked, as curt as ever.
Why was Taylor phoning him? The boss was with Mr Grey and Roz in the Middle East striking some business deal. Normally Sawyer went with Taylor and Grey to those locations but a week ago he'd had a severe case of appendicitis and was only just getting better so Ryan had been drafted in.
Worst time in the world to get sick too. He'd gone down, face first, at Carrick and Grace's annual charity ball. He'd been feeling lousy all week then collapsed smack bang in the middle of the festivities but not before projectile vomiting on Ana Grey's dress. Jason had been pissed at Luke, Mr Grey had been pissed at Jason for letting Luke come to the ball instead of one of the other men. However, Ana had been so sympathetic, it was her dress Luke had ruined with his dinner. Grace had stripped his shirt off him, prodded his sore side before she'd put him to bed in one of their guest rooms while an ambulance came to take him to get looked over.
Ana had spoken to the boss and calmed him down; when you're sick, you're sick after all. Luke hadn't realised he'd had acute appendicitis; he'd thought he was constipated and had also over stretched his abs at crossfit with Gail. When it had started swelling he'd began to speculate but by that time he'd been dressing in his suit for the damn charity event.
"Luke? I said, 'what's going on'? Did you hear me?" Taylor snapped.
"Taylor?" Luke frowned. Could Taylor see him? Did Taylor know about the fucked up sex session, "Nothings up? I'm just enjoying my time off work."
"You near a television?" Jason asked then. The signal was horrific, it was difficult to make out what JT was saying to him.
"No I'm not right now. If you give me two seconds I'll find one though. I'm currently attempting to piss in some psycho bitch's bathtub; you'll love hearing about this one." Luke laughed, groaning as his body finally got with the program and he was able to piss, "How's the boss?"
"He's with me." Jason informed, deadpan, "You're on loudspeaker."
Well Shit.
"What's the problem, Taylor? Reynolds is supposed to be on rota this week. That bald bastard not answering his cell again?" Luke asked to change the topic. Reynolds had a bad habit of leaving his phone in his jacket pocket and then leaving his jacket in the CCTV room. It was a pain in the ass and Taylor was always giving him a cunting for it but the guy was former CIA and therefore indispensable to Grey.
"We've got a bit of a situation and I wanted to hear your thoughts. Can you get to a television and see if there's anything going on here? Or Google it? We've been told to remain in our rooms and the telephone tower is down. I'm using the sat phone."
That made Sawyer speed things up. He could hear the edge in Jason's voice as well as the ramblings of Mr Grey in the background shouting at Roz. "Can you see out your window, T? Has there been any cause of concern?" Luke asked as he shook then jumped out of the tub. He made his way through to Suz's bedroom, pointed at the fact he was one the phone and mouthed 'one minute'.
Suz replied by picking up her copy of Twilight and blowing him a kiss; fucking weirdo.
He then made his way back to Suzanna's living room and plopped his hairless ass on the sofa.
"There's been four explosions now. They're getting progressively closer to our hotel," Jason informed him, "And a lot of gun shots. Making my nerves twitch so I could use you putting my mind at ease, Sawyer."
"No problems, Boss," Sawyer said, picking up the remote, "Right, Taylor. I'm flicking the channels now."
"Go to Al Jazeera," Mr Grey shouted.
Well nah, I was gonna check out Babe Station and see what Betty Big-Boobs had to say about Middle Eastern Politics.
"No problem, Mr Grey," Luke said professionally, even though he knew too well what channels to look up, "Right, Al Jazeera is on. Let me just-" Luke watched the news reels and frowned.
'…uprising in the city. Three politicians dead in car bomb in city centre. Four American diplomats publically executed by militia mob. More news to follow,'
"Taylor, there's a militant group uprising. Four diplomats have been executed in the streets and they're probably going to be hunting down others," Sawyer reported.
"Shit," Sawyer heard Grey say in the background. Good input, Sir, he thought with a roll of his eyes. He turned the television up a little more and listened to what was being reported.
"Airports are down, the government are encouraging people to stay inside while the army tries to resolve it but it's looking like the military are letting it happen. For Fuck sake, these countries are so-," Luke stopped short as a 'breaking news' flashed on the screen, "Shit Jason, the American embassy is being excavated now. Can you get there in under an hour? There's a helo on standby."
"Roger that, Luke, we'll make our way there. I'm taking the sat phone and collapsible dish so we'll try and get back in touch," Jason said so bloody calmly. But Luke knew it was for Mr Grey's benefit, "We'll be in touch soon."
"I'm going to get in touch with Welch, see if we can get you both extracted via helo if you can't get to the embassy in time," Sawyer said, grabbing his pants from the floor of the living room. "How's the Kid?"
"Ryan is fine," Jason said, "Tell Gail I'll be home for the honeymoon."
"Roger that, T," Luke replied, "I'll let you-"
"Someone's running up the stairs, Jay," Ryan called suddenly, Luke able to hear the Kid clearly enough.
Jason spoke next, "They're shouting in Arabic but I'm rusty."
"Wrong time to be rusty," Roz said as snarky as ever. Jason liked her but Luke couldn't be done with her regular sarcasm. It rarely contributed anything useful.
"Put the phone to the door and I'll translate," Luke said, having been the language specialist in his SEAL team.
Yeah, he knew he was impressive. It was one of his many talents. He was fluent in two different languages – Farsi and Arabic – and learning Mandarin with Jason for Grey's business trips to Taiwan. So far he could order food at the Chinese down the road from his apartment. Small victories and all.
He listened intently to the sound of whoever was screaming Arabic down the corridor of Grey's hotel, hearing him banging doors aggressively. It was difficult to make out because the line kept crackling and cutting out on him. Plus whoever was shouting was slamming something –his fist no doubt- against doors.
Listen…Sawyer…focus…listen…kill…Grey…reward…body…trade?
Luke felt the colour drain from his cheeks.
Oh god, fuck, FUCK.
"Did you catch any of that?" Jason asked next, "I got a little? Padeshah, that's Farsi for King, right?"
"Leave. Get out right now Jason," Luke said firmly, "They're going to try and grab Grey and ransom him and other captured Americans for the release of their imprisoned comrades. Grey's got a price on his head, Jason. Whoever that was is telling the other residents not to hide him. You need to get Grey out right now. And Roz too because she's a dead woman walking. Grey's the only one of value to them. You're all dead."