A/N: Hey guys, Little Dragon-kun here with Chapter 38 of Agent Reach! In this chapter, you'll see TuckerxSister smut and it will be much more intense than the ReachxTexas and SouthxMaine ones (queue the massive amounts of alcohol once again). Also, we'll get to see a little bit of hope for Wash as he struggles to get used to only one eye.

P.S. Who saw John Wick: Chapter 2? That movie is fucking awesome!

*Chapter 38*

Tucker sauntered into Sister's room, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Hey there baby. Did you fall from heaven? Because I've always wanted to bone an angel." The brunette woman (*cough* SLUT *cough) purred, furiously beginning to strip her yellow armor. "I wanna see if you know how to really use that sword of yours~. Bow chicka bow wow~."

Tucker grinned, taking his own armor off. "Shit baby, you'll be sore as hell by the time I'm done with you." 'Damn…I can't believe Grif is this sex goddess's brother. They're nothing alike.' "And I've got sword skills you've never seen. Bow chicka bow wow." Kakiana let out a slow "Ooooh~," and she continued undressing herself as fast as she could. "I was playing with myself in my older brother's room earlier~. I think I might've had too much of that moonshine Sarge and Reach have stashed in the freezer; for some reason I was imagining being treated like a slut by hot blonde clone girls."

-0-

"Achoo!"

"Tex? Do you have a cold?"

"No! And I don't fucking understand why this keeps happening!"

-0-

"Wait, you're bisexual? Fuck yes!" Tucker pumped his fist into the air in victory. "Finally! I get a sexy bisexual chick to fuck instead of some damn prude." He yanked off his track suit, and Kakiana's dark eyes flickered down to his boxers. She licked her lips slowly, and her eyes started to glaze over with desire and hunger. "Just by looking at it…I can tell I'm gonna be limping afterwards~. I love interracial~."

"Shit baby, you're a feisty dirty girl, aren't you?" the black soldier grinned, helping the brunette woman out of her tight suit and exposing her breasts. "I like it." 'Grif is gonna be pissed off for sure. Not only did his sister masturbate in his room, but I'm gonna be fucking her brains out. Win-win for me, and Grif continues to suffer. Can't ask for anything more in life.'

Kakiana smiled and dropped to her knees, yanking Tucker's boxers down and gripping his manhood. "I bet you do, big boy. Now sit still while I suck you off, if you can~." She quickly stroked him before taking him into her mouth, looking up at him. "M-mmm~!"

Tucker's eyes widened in shock, and he cursed in pleasure as he got his first blowjob ever. "Shit baby! Fucking hell!" 'Holy fuck, man! I can't believe just how good this feels, and she's only just getting started! If only I met this chick five years ago; I probably would've gotten somewhere in life instead of ending up here with a mutated psychotic asshole, a crazy gangster, and a notorious military project leader trying to murder me.'

Kakiana continued to blow him, her soft lips sliding up and down his hard length. Her dark eyes were wide, and she reached between her legs to rub herself. "M-mmm~!" She removed her mouth briefly, her hand rapidly stroking him as she panted. "It's so big~. It's really hard to fit it in my mouth~."

Tucker groaned in pleasure, and he placed a hand on the back of her head, smirking. "Don't stop, baby. Keep going." The brunette woman took his erection back into her mouth eagerly, and her movements increased in speed. "Mmmm~!" Her lips were sliding up and down rapidly, and Tucker bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out too much. "F-fuuuuck…"

Kakiana deepthroated him, and she gagged horribly as she took every last inch down her throat. "M-mph~!" Tucker's eyes rolled back briefly, and once he regained his sight, he began to pant, feeling sweat trickle down his back from the heat building up throughout his body. "Shit baby, don't make me cum too fast now. I actually want to be inside you when I do that." 'For someone who's had more sex than Sasha Grey, she's still not really loose.'

Kakiana pulled her mouth off him again, giving his erection a sloppy kiss before placing it between her soft breasts. "What position do you want to fuck me in~? You get to choose this round~." The black soldier grinned, and he flipped the brunette onto her bed, forcing her on her hands and knees. "Well, I think since you enjoy being treated like a slut so much, then I'm going to fuck you like one." 'Fuck, she's got a nice ass. I scored the big one with her.'

He spanked her, and Kakiana moaned lustfully, wiggling her hips against him. "A-ahhh~!" She shivered, and she looked back at him, winking seductively at him. "F-fuck me…just fuck me! Please!" Tucker leaned up to kiss the back of her neck, biting down to leave a mark on the sensitive skin. "You'll get fucked so hard, you'll be limping tomorrow." 'I've gotten an awesome sword, my first blowjob, and my first lay. Today was a good day.'

"I like your promise," Kakiana purred, swaying her body to entice him. "So, less talking, and more fucking." Tucker smirked, giving her another hard spank before lining himself up with her wet entrance. "Shit baby, that's something else I can get behind. Bow chicka bow wow." 'With her, I can forget that we're in serious danger. Fuck those assholes; I got this.'

He pushed himself inside her, and Kakiana gripped the sheets, her mouth wide open in a loud cry of ecstasy. "A-AHHHH~! YES~!" Her body shuddered, and her hand entwined with one of his as he began to thrust into her.

"You're a dirty, dirty girl, aren't you?" Tucker whispered, his hips slamming into hers with each thrust. Kakiana nodded, moaning louder to try and encourage the black soldier. "Y-yes! Ahhhh~! Harder!" Tucker could feel sweat running down his face as he performed the most strenuous exercise he had ever done, but he kept the steady fast pace he started, his grip on the brunette's waist tightening. 'Shit, no one told me sex was this exhausting. How do the Freelancers not seem tired afterwards?'

It was no secret that after most of the Reds and Blue were passed out with exhaustion from their now intense training, the Freelancers were screwing each other; Tucker tried to banish the memories of being unable to sleep thanks to a certain duo that was louder than a goddamn nuclear bomb going off. 'How that cyborg is able to keep awake after one seemingly exhausting round with that blonde chick who keeps hitting Grif in the dick, I'll never know. It's so inhuman; it's like he was augmented or something to have massive amounts of energy.'

He took a hand off of Kakiana's waist to wipe his face, his body beginning to burn with a pleasure he never experienced before. "Shit baby, this feels amazing! Mmm!" His hips repeatedly slammed into the brunette's, and Kakiana's thighs started to shake, her brown hair sticking to her face. "D-deeper! Ahhhhh~!"

Tucker leaned over her, still thrusting, and he could feel himself starting to wear out sooner than he expected himself to. 'Fuck…I want to keep going for the next month, but it looks like my first time self is going to finish a bit earlier than that. Dammit, I really wish I had better endurance than this.'

Kakiana's thighs were trembling, and she kept moaning as Tucker went deeper and deeper inside of her. "Yes! Right there!" The black soldier grinned, and he gave her a hard spank before slamming every inch of his manhood into her wet hole. Kakiana's dark eyes widened, her mouth wide open in a cry of shock and pleasure. "O-OH FUCK! OHHHHHH~! Tucker~!" Her hole tightened around him, and she let out a whimper as she orgasmed, her fluids coating Tucker's manhood. Tucker's eyes rolled back briefly, and Kakiana panted as she began to recover, her legs wrapping around his waist. "D-don't pull out…"

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna…" Tucker couldn't finish his sentence, for he could feel himself throbbing inside her. His hips jerked into hers, and he groaned in pleasure as he emptied himself inside her. "F-fuck! K-kakiana!" 'Holy fuck…I just got laid and came inside the same girl that is also Grif's sister. Good day to be a Blue.'

He pulled out of her, wheezing, and he collapsed on the bed next to her, wiping his head. "Fucking hell…" Kakiana grinned next to him, rubbed her filled hole, and she reached for a pack of cigarettes on her bedside table. "Smoke, baby?"

Tucker took one, lit it, and whistled. "Shit…that was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Who needs weapons of mass destruction nowadays?" The brunette woman shrugged, smoking and looking up at the ceiling. "We do, actually. I'm supposed to test a few of those new weapons we just got; that Railgun looks like it will destroy anything we fire it at."

"We have a portable Railgun? Since when has the UNSC had one?" Tucker asked incredulously. 'Goddamn…we get to play with some awesome toys now. I'm starting to think these Freelancers aren't that bad after all, even though we have a mutated psychopath who used to be one trying to kill us all and conquer the entire fucking universe.'

"A little while ago, apparently. So…what do you want to do now?" Kakiana asked with a small smile, puffing rings. "I feel like getting drunk; you'll never believe what I managed to snag~." She reached under the bed and pulled out a white bottle of Malibu rum, shaking it. "I stole it from the fridge earlier today~. I think it belongs to that angry silver-blonde chick though…ah well~. You snooze, you lose."

She took a swig of it, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks, and she handed the bottle over to Tucker. A quick whiff told him it was coconut flavored, and he took a slow sip to taste-test it. "Mmm…pretty good. I ought to start buying this stuff; South's got some pretty good taste when it comes to alcohol." 'Shit, all the Freelancers do; for professional soldiers, they know what the hell they're doing when it comes to getting drunk in an awesome way.'

Kakiana found her panties, pulled them on, and lied on top of him, her lips feverishly kissing his chest. "Hmm…I wonder how pissed off my brother's going to be if I get pregnant~. He gets super mad whenever I have any sort of fun. I think he's just jealous that he wasn't born a girl." Tucker laughed, running a hand through her sticky hair. "You know, I honestly think he's slowly becoming one; that blonde chick uses him as a guinea pig for some sort of painful low budget sex change experiment." 'That blonde hits harder than both South and Maine combined; it's ridiculous! I'd rather die than get hit by her again.'

He coughed, and he threw the butt of his cigarette into a ceramic tray. "Ah shit. I forgot I have to do that stupid contest against Church to prove I have better aim with the Sniper Rifle." 'Fuuuuck…does that mean I lost by default?'

'Ah fuck it. Something really great happened today. Might as well live in the glory while it lasts.'

-0-

Washington blinked his eyes open, his body on fire. He still wasn't used to only having one functioning eye, and he held a hand over the cut, his shoulders slumped. "I know I said I wanted to kill Massa…but how can I like this?" 'I'm not going to ever be able to fight properly. I can't react fast enough to attacks from my right; I'm easily blindsided now.'

'I wish you were alive… you always gave me advice on how to become a better fighter, and I regarded you as one of my best friends, even if you were easily frustrated.' He sat up, his grey gaze laden with defeat, and he felt his chest gingerly as it throbbed. "Carolina…how can I do this? How can I, when I'm barely able to walk without bumping into anything?"

He looked at his new blue/yellow armor, lying on the floor on standby. "Even if I recover from the rest of my injuries, I need to learn completely new tactics. That could take months, and we don't have that kind of time." 'Maine took a full year to recover from that throat injury. I don't know how long it took for Reach to recover from losing an arm. But at least they were able to return to active duty and be heavily effective.'

Washington heard a soft knock on his door, and he looked up. "Come in." The door opened, and in stepped Reach. His dark hair was ruffled, and he felt his right shoulder, stretching. "Are you hungry? South cooked up something." The black-haired Freelancer shook his head, averting his gaze. "Not really…" 'I don't feel like eating anything. I'm going to end up being a burden.'

Reach let out a slow breath, taking a few paces forward. "Wash…I know it will be hard, but, I think I can get you to be able to fight again. Your main problem is that you can't react to attacks that well from your right, correct?" Washington nodded, turning his head slightly to keep Reach in view. "That's about it. And in a full-face helmet, I'm at a serious disadvantage." 'I can barely aim a rifle properly anymore. It's harder for me to do even the most basic shit.'

"True," the black/red Freelancer admitted. "But, you aren't blind completely. I was taught how to fight blindfolded, to trust my sense of hearing and predict how my enemy would attack. If you still want a chance to get back at Massa, I can teach you those same tactics and get you back into fighting shape. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Washington nodded, and he used his bedside table to help him rise to his feet, wobbling slightly. "I do. I want to repay that traitor for what she did to me. She won't get away with it." 'Massa…you're mine. You can run with your brother all you want, but you can't hide. Not if we have Alpha and are capable of tracking you down.' He covered his mouth as he coughed, sticky mucus from the medication coming up. "Ugh."

Reach cracked his neck, placing an arm on his shoulder. "Take it easy there. Come on down to the mess hall; you need to eat something to keep your strength up and help accelerate the healing process." Washington wiped his hand with a tissue, and he limped over to throw it away. "I'll be right down. Just give me a few minutes."

Reach left, and Washington picked up an old picture of York, North, Carolina, and himself watching a Grifball game about two years ago, when the black-haired Freelancer first joined Project Freelancer. "Carolina…I want you back. With North and York, you were the closest thing to family I had. A damn unusual one, but a family nonetheless. Hell, I want you all back, and yet the Meta stole you all away."

He placed the picture down, breathing slowly. "You'd say the same thing Reach did. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger…I'm going to try. For all of you. The Meta and Massa won't get away with their crimes." His stomach growled, and he chuckled bitterly to himself before leaving his room. "So, you're telling me to go, too."

He was hungry after all. Washington walked down to the mess hall, using the inside walls of the ship to help support his weight. His legs weren't wobbling as bad, and they eventually stopped as he reached it. 'Working out with Reach is going to be difficult…but nothing worth doing is ever easy, is it?'

South was already there, along with Maine and the Red and Blue soldiers Sigma told him about. The silver-blonde Freelancer was holding a bowl of steaming liquid, and she placed it down in front of him as he took a seat across from Maine. "Here; chicken and cream stew. It's not a royal dinner, but it's far better than those shitty excuses of MREs we get."

"Thank you," Washington mumbled, picking up a spoon. The aroma reaching his nostrils made his stomach growl louder, and he picked up a spoonful, slurping it down slowly. 'Hot…but it's really well made. It's amazing what a hot meal can do for one's confidence. But it's harder for me to judge the distance now. My depth perception is going to be off from now on; this shit will take some getting used to.'

Maine let out a hiss, and Washington looked up to see the big Freelancer handing him a glass filled with some sort of amber liquid. A careful whiff told him it was carrot juice. 'We're in this together now. All of us have a reason to hunt down either the Meta or Massa.' Just the mere thought about the blue/white Freelancer who betrayed him and left him for dead created a sense of revenge in his bones, and he tightened his fist as the image of his friends' dead bodies flashed before his eyes. 'York, North...'

'Carolina…'

He met Maine's dark gaze, and he took the glass. "Don't worry about me. I can't die yet. There's something I need to do, and until I finish what I've started, I won't give up."Maine growled something, and South took a seat next to the big Freelancer, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Maine says he'll help Reach with your training."

"Thanks, Maine," Washington breathed. He ate the stew rather quickly, as he realized his body was screaming death threats at him if he didn't eat. He wiped his chin, standing up with a bit of help from the table. "Thanks for that. I'm going to rest for a little bit." He walked out, and once he was out of ear-shot of the two Freelancers, he clenched his hand and looked up at the ceiling, his left eye flashing to the right to catch a flicker of movement from a fly. "Massa…"

"You're not escaping me. I'll hunt you down, and repay you for this. That is a promise I won't break."

A/N: Yes, some of you may have guessed it already, but I'm gonna spoil it anyway. I'm going to pair Wash with Carolina, who will make a return soon. Next up, more drama concerning our dear Tex and some insight into Massa and the Meta.