(NOTE): Hello dear readers,

Let's to back in time. Also a warning for those who don't like M/M/W action. yes its there in the end.

Chapter 36.

1: The Beginning.

The alcohol is not going to help him forget about all that happened. His son, his only son was shot and his wife left him. His best friend and partner is missing, and Graves can only stare at the empty glass of rum in his hand. He clicks the empty glass against the counter and the bartender arrives with the bottle of rum and refills his glass.

It has been almost a month since he had returned from the Freljord with the princess he had rescued from the assassin. His partner disappears right after and at home, well at home he finds nothing but emptiness to welcome him. A week in Bilgewater and he finds his son lying on the street drowning in his blood. Sarah leaves him and he is lost. It is eating him from the inside out and the only thing that is helping him burn his thoughts about his family, is this refilled glass of rum.

He gets up leaves the money under his glass and exits the bar. The princess is in his house and she was broken at the loss of her loved ones too. She can't ever see her mother, her family, her home. She is nothing but an empty bottle of rum that no-one wants to look at. Or even nears.

Graves was never into Bligewater's atmosphere.

Under the wintry air and the sky that has born black clouds since November came, the Grey Harbor is as grey as a newspaper picture. The sea has given up her blue, the stones show no russet colours and the boats have taken on the monochrome look of old movies. Even the air tastes duller. The wind whips salt into eyelashes and onto exposed skin and all the while the trams run along the beachside with a clatter and whir. It was late night and Bilgewater is known for its everlasting parties and young people who have travelled from all over the planet to the Blue Flame Islands.

Jarvan had instructed him to keep her with him for the upcoming six months, hide her in Bilgewater. It is the last place they will be looking for her. Not that she is that hard to find. Snow-white hair and eyes that can literally freeze everyone that looks at them, leaving them dreaming about her.

No, it is not that hard, so he keeps her at home for the time being until he can move her to maybe Demacia when the time is right.

He nears the house and enters. Graves finds -the supposedly dead princess of the north- pointing the gun at different directions, she is mimicking his stance and …..is she training herself? He chuckles lightly. It was enough for her to hear it.

"Oh! You are back" she smiles sweetly at him.

"You're ganna get yourself hurt with that" he warns her and extends his hand asking her to hand over the gun. "How about doing it without the magz first?" he asks as he removes the magazine and empties the chamber from the bullet as he had instructed her to.
"It is lighter" she remarks pointing it at the wall. He walks to the couch and stares at her.
"Use both hands for a better aim" and she does what he is telling to do. "Keep you firing finger away from the trigger" and she smiles softly. He keeps on instructing her and she is only listening and perfectly doing what he is telling to do.

#

The wild noises the ship sailors made him jump, along with the buzzing of his phone. Morning? Graves notices a blanket that is covering him. Must have fallen asleep, he thinks while trying to sit straight. Fuck, a headache. And the back of his head is numb. Every light that entered through the windows is blinding him and making his headache worse.

On the table is his phone and he reached for it, Graves grins when he finds a glass of water and some meds for the worst headache he has ever got since last week. "Yeah?" he answers swallowing the meds and drank the water.
'It is me' he recognises the voice, Jarvan 'I am coming over in an hour get ready' and he hungup. Will he take the princess?

Graves gets up and heads for the shower after grabbing some change of clothes and a towel. Graves never takes long showers, it makes his muscles way to relaxed and lazy. It sounds all inviting, but that is not on one of his to do lists today. Might as well call Tobias and see where that son of a bitch is. He can help him find a more suitable place to keep the princess well hidden. He also needs more ammo and equipment to defend her if something is to happen while they transfer her. His shotgun alone might not be enough to stop a lot of assassins

The doorbell rings and he can hear footsteps going for the door, oh shitballs. He grunts and runs after her.
Before she could open it, he stops her. She gasps and turns, Graves places his index finger across his lips telling her to be quite and she nods. He removes his hand from her mouth and gestures her to stand behind him. Gun in his hand "Who is it?" he asks the person that rung his doorbell.
"It me, Arthur" with a voice that is filled with pride and as big as the moral the person has, he shouts. Sending disgusting chills around Graves body.

"Can you announce it to the news too?" Graves mocks Jarvan's tone and the man is not even affected by it for the slightest moment. He hears the door shut and the man is walking behind him. The princess had left when she heard the voice not wanting to look the man in the face.
"How is the Avarosan?" Jarvan asks.
"I will tell you if you lower your voice, it brings bad omen to the house" he lowly remarks and the man just clears his throat, he sat on the couch and waited for Graves the take a seat.
"What does the prince of Demacia wants from me now?"
"I heard you were looking for a job" he answers leaving a file of the table.
"You know I had quit the Arctic Ops three years ago" he looks at the blue file that only the Arctic Ops uses.
"It is something the Arctic Ops threw at the CIA and the CIA want to throw at my rangers. My rangers are saving Shuriman Diplomats."
"This is new" he knows that those bastards will jump into any dangerous and impossible situation, the only part about it well… the rewards suck. Besides, that bird woman is not the type to sit and watch "I am not in the mood to read it" he then returns the file when he sees that is longer that three pages.
"A rescue mission, a young surgeon was abducted by some gang members and they want ransom or she is killed."
"And you cannot afford it?"
"They want ten rabbits. I am offering one."

#

The last thing he wanted is to visit Piltover, the city of progress, the city of my ass. The taxi driver is not shutting the fuck up and this one rabbit better be worth it.

The car stops and he pays the man. Graves eyes the building 'Piltover City Police department' he grunts, this sheriff is ganna help me how? It's a damn sheriff. This must be a joke and he is not in the mood for one. He throws the cigar on the ground and stepped on it. An old woman glares at him muttering something.

Fuck you too.

He enters the building and there is a line of police officers standing one behind the other, the line starts from the sheriff's office and ends just at the entrance from where he is standing.
"What is going on?" he asks the officer standing in the line. Young almost eighteen and his dark brown eyes stare at his lighter ones.

"Oh, we don't know, the sheriff went suddenly nuts and she told us to stand in a line to her office."

Graves sighs and sits on the bench, well I have one week and if this is not over in an hour I will bomb this place to the ground.

Jarvan had told him to assemble a team, a team that is capable of doing what they do best. He gave him a list of people that are 'not officially' FBI agents, and Jarvan might consider Graves an agent if this mission succeeds.

The Avarosan had left with Jarvan and he had told him she will stay in Demacia for the time being. There are two people Jarvan contacted yesterday, a man Rene Garver and Caitlyn Perkins. The third he had problems contacting and he had informed him that Rene Garver can find the third person.

A police officer had left the office and he was stripped from his police officer's badge and other equipment. Well this sheriff has some balls. He smirks and stands up. An hour is too long and he has no time. Jarvan had giving him the FBI badge and he is going to use it.

"Hey, no visitors today, the sheriff is busy" Graves shows him the badge and the man steps to the side. "Well, only if they are the feds" he grunts some words Graves didn't pay attention to and went inside the office.

A woman, very young. She is in a strapless ending above her midthigh purple dress fitting her sylphlike form, this is the sheriff? What is this a fucking joke or something?
The dress is held by multiple brown leather belts. A thick belt around her hips. And the other is wrapped around the area just below her breasts and created the illusion of straps that are missing. On both of her thighs are small belts and the left ones are holding a handgun's holder in place. Dark brown leather boots and he can see a hat with the same colour dress placed on the desk.

"Who are you and why are inside of my office without me knowing about it?" and from the city's upper-side, he concludes when he heard the accent. She has money and decided to play sheriff for a day. Her clothes don't fit the part, it is what they in Piltover call 'a commoner.'

Long denim almost black hair colour was tossed behind her back to remove it out of the way.

"My name is Malcolm Graves, a federal agent" she eyes the officer she was questioning a second ago, tells him to leave and she closed the door behind him.
She takes a seat in one of the chairs in front on the desk and he does the same "What does the federal agent wants?" she asks him kind of uninterested in him, but more in his purpose.
"I was advised that you can help me."
"May I see you badge again, agent?" he hands her over the badge and it takes her only seconds to look at it. Arctic blue eyes staring him down, she throws it back at him "My apologies, let me rephrase my first question. What does the fake agent want?" she asks him checking her nails.
"What?"
"I believe I asked first, now tell me or I will have my men drag you inside one of the cells for the position of a fake FBI ID" she eyes him like a tiger. Her light blue eyes tell him that this woman is definitely the sheriff and the person he is indeed looking for.
"Then let me reintroduce myself, sheriff" he says giving her a file he took out of his hand "My name is Malcolm Graves, I'm a hired gun by the FBI's Arthur Lightshield code name Jarvan. I need your help to rescue someone."

The sheriff glances at her wrist watch "You're late, I was expecting you two ours ago" Oh great, the asshole could have told him he had contacted her. "Caitlyn Perkins, Piltover's sheriff of police. Nice to meet you" he takes her hand and shakes it "Mister Graves, give me two hours, I have three corrupt cops I am trying to find. Would you want to wait here? Or should we meet somewhere else?"
"This is my first time in Piltover."
"Here it is then" she smiles professionally at him, stands up and sits back behind her desk "Don, send in the next one" she calls the man standing in front of the door and he lets in the next officer the sheriff is about to make his life a nightmare.

#

Being able to spent time with his lover after a sore mission, is like charismas, but in the summer. A Shuriman charismas. Preparing for a party with a girl they both brought from a bar is going to be awesome. Rengar finds the bottle of champagne and makes his way to the bedroom.

Stunned won't be what explains the way the woman greedily ran her hands on his lover's body. "Where did you get those babies?" she purrs while touching his boyfriend's body all over.
"Rene!" she calls him and he makes his way to them.

The western navy fleet captain Bergin Rogers, also his lover flashes him a smile. "What do they call you Captain?" she asks undressing his lover.
"Volibear" and the room is filled with his sonorous, rumbling voice.
He is not a male model, but he should have been. The lush, silver white hair gained only by those who lived in the Freljord. He looks like someone who cheated death many times. He groomed it so carefully and it had a rippling quality. His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed and they sometimes knitted in frustration. The aquiline nose he sports complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way.

She giggles. The Ionian noble woman with money spotted them at the bar and offered them some of what she owns in return, if they entertain her. Volibear was never against new things, they only had to discuss them together. "Take off your shirts" She orders.
Rengar places the bottle on the table and takes off his shirt and his lover did the same. She takes a seat on the chair near the table and orders them again. "Get on the bed" a king-sized bed made out of gold and jade highlights he sees. They both climb on top of the feather mattress and sit on it waiting for the next order.
"Turn me on" she says filling a glass and taking small sips from it.

Volibear eased himself towards him like a panther in slow-mo. The Popeye forearms flexed and the ironclad muscles are drool-worthy. His eyes dart upwards and they meet his mariner-blue eyes. The orb is round and they dart constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigour of his youth. They are soft, Irish eyes and sawm with joy, but also lust is swimming somewhere in them. His hands take full of Rengar's pants and he yanks them off. He leans in and there is no slow kissing between them.

Needy. Fast and tongues are dancing around ravishing searching for an extra taste, greedy in each movement. They are fighting for dominance. They didn't make a show out of it. Rengar had forgotten about the women that invited them to her house and now watching them as they turn her on. Rengar sucks on his tongue and it makes Volibear hostile.

The wet heady kiss ended and they are licking one another's tongues. Rengar's hands are on the colossus shoulders as his boxes were discarded from him. Wet tongue is found its way around his stiff nipples and they are making him mad with lust. He pushes his lover's head down, down to his stiff rock-hard manhood. "Fuck" he grunts looking down, watching Voli suck on him roughly. A hand on his muscle-knotted abdomen moving up and down tracing on his six-packs.

His mind goes black and the only thing he sees, is the woman sitting on top of him and exploding thick swallowed by his lover. "That was fast." She remarks.
"He hasn't done it in a while" Volibear chuckles deeply.

She lies on top of him and her soft lips are on his rough ones. She kisses him and he can feel that Volibear is undressing her. He did the same with her silk sleeveless shirt and broke the kiss for a second then she went back on him. Rengar receives moans from her into his mouth as Volibear uses his tongue to please her. Her hands are tangled in his thick hair and she is moaning so fucking good making him hard again, but that was not the only reason. A hand is jerking him off and guided his member on her entrance helped in the proses.

The noble woman with silver hair broke the kiss and bit hard on her lower lip when she felt him entering her. She jerked her hips up and he slammed hard into her making her scream lewdly. Rengar is working her with his thickness spreading her, making her rain around him and she is so wet. It made it easy for him to move deftly between her sultry folds and he likes it. Volibear goes on top of her and they are trapping her between their bodies. His eyes find Volibear's lips and he kisses him next to her while she watches with half-lidded eyes. Rengar never faltered with his thrusts keeping her getting only aroused and wetter. He feels a familiar thing being placed on his hole. Its oily and the rubbings are doing the same for his entrance. Vloibear shoves himself inside, it made Rengar thrusts inside of the Ionian silver-haired woman with the rhythm. He starts fucking them both. His monstrous movements are making them both moan.

Volibear breaks the kiss and he encircles his muscled arms around her belly and yanks her away from Rengar. She screams at the rough treatment, but she didn't show any discomfort only the lusty eyes on Rengar's member that her wet silkiness just missed. Volibear turns her around and make her sit on his lab, didn't ask for any permission and he slowly enters her. Rengar knows that Volibear is thicker and larger than him. He hears her screams filling in the room when he gets onto a rhythm that is both rough and slow.

Rengar leaves the bed and walks to the table grabbing the champagne bottle and returns on the bed. He sits behind her and makes her lean on him. Removes her bra and his hands massage her breasts and rouse her nipples. With one free hand he uses his teeth to open the bottle, drinks some of the alcohol and kisses her, pouring the drink inside of her mouth. Letting some of the bottle contains do the same on her chest and abdomen. She is swimming in champagne and being filled by Volibear that is ramming against her with a wild rhythm. A hand in Rengar's hair and the other is resting on Volibear's shoulders.

"Oh my aahhh, oh god I am coming don't stop aaahh."

"Fuck, me too" Volibear grunts moving even faster and she is a goner. She falls backwords on top of Rengar, the champagne is mixed with her essence and Volibear's cum all on the expansive mattress. Volibear climbs again on top of them and she knots her arms around him "Now fuck him again while I am on top" she ordered Volibear while looking over her shoulder at Rengar.

This noble woman with an ass that is unchallenged is crazy.

(NOTE):

Am I sorry for doing this? No. oh and the noble Ionian woman is Syndra.

Thank you for reading and until the next chapter. I am uploading these chapters really fast, because I want to go back to the present. I felt like I needed to do this past thing. It will build some kind of history between them.