A/N: I am not dead. I have been busy. So relax because there is more. As long as people keep reading and the world keeps turning, there will be more... until I decide to end it then there won't be... but until then, there will be more chapters. So Ce est le français pour rien. So here's chapter 21 or something... I don't even know...

Military Precision

Ryan suddenly shoots out of bed, checking her surroundings to see where she was. After confirming that she was in her room, she sighs heavily and says, "I have some really weird dreams."

"That you do lass."

She nearly jumps out of her skin and, twisting around, she see Foxy lying on her bed, slowly rubbing his own cock as he looks at her naked form.

"How… how do you know that-"

"You said in your dream, 'I didn't know you liked Alex's cock Foxy.'"

Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red as she rubbed her arms nervously. "Oh… um… uh…"

"Kind of embarrassing if you ask me. I would never fuck any of your brothers because you're all I need. Besides, your brothers are still missing… oh and Xander called."

"He… he called?"

"Yeah, he wanted to tell you that he, Hunter, and Xavier are fine. Apparently Alex had a little secret… something about being a corporal or something. Well, they are in… in Georgia or something for training. Oh and Alex is in Iraq at the moment."

Ryan sighs heavily and says, "Thank God they are…" and then panic strikes her. "Wait… Alex is in Iraq?"

"Yeah, don't know why though."

And that's when she starts to cry. Foxy stares at her, not sure why she was crying. "Um… what's wrong?"

"My brother just entered the middle of a war! He's going to die!"

"Oh… how do you know he's going to die?"

Foxy's question made her think. Would he die? She didn't know. Maybe she was just being dramatic… but as his sister, it was her right to worry.

Foxy suddenly smiles and, standing up, he walks in front of her before hugging her, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. She smiles before hugging him back, her head resting on his shoulder. She was not expecting what was coming next.

He kisses her neck when all the sudden, he shifts before closing in, earning a moan from Ryan and grunting in pleasure as he penetrated her. So there they were, standing there, the only thing connecting them was Foxy's cock.

With a smile, he held Ryan tight as he pulled back before driving his hips forward, plunging his red meat deep within her, his knot tapping her triangle. She simply moaned into his neck as he fucked her… while they stood there.

For some odd reason, she looked up at Foxy and says, "Stop…"

Hurt by what she said, he stops, looking at her with confusion in his eyes. She smiles and, kissing him on the lips, she wraps her legs around his waist, her grip allowing her to do so without hitting the ground and embarrassing herself.

As soon as her legs were wrapped around his waist, she whispers, "Now you can continue," before kissing him on the lips once more, though this time she never broke it, moaning into his mouth as he guided her to a wall, pressing her back against it, which in turn allowed him to thrust harder into her.

As he fucked her and kissed her, he felt something… weird in his mouth. It was brushing against his tongue, rubbing his cheeks, the roof of his mouth… it even explored the back of his throat. He had no idea what the hell it was… until reality hit him. It was her tongue.

He couldn't just do nothing while she dominated his mouth. He had to fight back. As her tongue brushed against his, he made his move, taking her tongue by surprise. They fought and twisted and wrestled, neither one willing to submit.

In the end though, Ryan gave in, her tongue retreating back into her mouth which was soon followed by Foxy's. He wasn't used to it per se, but he did his best, exploring her mouth, brushing his tongue against hers.

He felt every crevice of her mouth, from her teeth to the back of her throat to her cheeks. This was all knew to him… besides the fact that his cock was slamming deep within her honeypot.

As he fucked her hard while trading spit, he found himself getting closer and closer to release. Instead of trying to force his knot in, he just went faster with his movement, not wanting her to be stuck in this position.

She simply moans into his mouth, getting louder and louder till finally she reached her peak, her girl cum coating his crotch nicely. He soon followed, coming hard inside of her.

As he came, he slowed his thrusting to a halt and instead focused more on making out with Ryan. That's all he cared about anyways. Unfortunately, since his knot didn't go inside of her, some of his seed began to leak out onto the floor, forming a small alabaster puddle beneath them.

Not like they cared, the only thing that mattered right now was their make out session.

Baghdad, Iraq

"Alright boys, this is just a routine patrol, nothing more, nothing less," states the sergeant as he leads the patrol down one of the streets.

An irritated groan comes from one of the soldiers to which the corporal, Alex, turns and says, "Oh shut up Dex. You complain about everything."

"Well sir, someone on this squad has to."

The sergeant sighs heavily before he says, "Alright, let's move out."

As the four man squad made their way through the city, the people moving to the side of the dirt street, hurling insults at them, though not like they knew since they didn't speak Arabic.

Turning a corner, they keep walking down the street, unaware of the man hiding within, sitting close to the door. He wore a backpack and sweat dripped off his chin, panic evident on his face.

As the squad started to pass the building, they heard what sounded like a war cry before a deafening explosion followed.

Alex soon found himself on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, his eyes hurting and hearing only a high pitched screech in his ears.

A distant voice tells him to get off the ground though his body refused to do so. Everything hurt too much. But what was weird was there were these other noises… dull thuds as far as he could tell.

Finally, after the voice kept yelling at him, he did stand… and what felt like someone hitting him with the force of a car going twenty miles an hour knocked him to the ground, leaving him moaning and groaning as a searing pain took over, coming from his right arm and his chest.

The sergeant, when the explosion happened, was far enough that it just knocked him to the ground, but his squad was caught within it, sending them to the ground… and killing Dex in the process.

Peter, otherwise known as Deadeye, didn't even have a chance to stand as three tangos opened fire, filling him with lead.

Alex, the corporal or also called Echo, managed to get off the ground, but was soon fired upon, falling back to the ground. He was still alive, though they probably want to finish him off…

Looking at the two members who fared better than the other two, the sergeant orders them to fire. "Fire into the windows! Suppress them so we can evacuate the dead and wounded!"

Doing as they were ordered, the two squad members duck behind cover before opening fire, forcing the three Al Qaeda members down, allowing the sergeant to radio for emergency evac.

"This is Staff Sergeant O'Donnell, we are pinned and we need evac! The corporal is wounded and we lost a man! Please send aid at once! Over!"

It took ten minutes before he heard, "This is command. We are sending in a Humvee and an ambulance to your location. You just need to hold out until they arrive."

"And how long will that be?"

"About an hour."

"One fucking our?! We need them now! By the time they get here, we'll have two dead soldiers! We need them here quicker than that!"

"Well, we can try to reroute them and get them to you in thirty minutes, but that's about it."

"Then do that!"

"Alright, we'll try to get them there in thirty minutes. Command out."

Once command got off, the sergeant sighs heavily. "Great, we're fucking screwed…"

One week later

"Okay so my mom called and said that their vacation was going to be another week… so we still have the house to ourselves babe."

Foxy smiles and, holding Ryan close to him, he kisses her neck affectionately. "That's good lass."

"Yeah… oh and some more news!"

Frowning, Foxy asks, "And what news is that?"

"I'm preg-"

The phone starts to ring so, with a sigh, she decides to keep the information to herself, she breaks out of Foxy's grip before heading into the dining room, Foxy following her.

Finding the phone, she picks it up before answering it. "Hello, this is Ryan Wulf."

"Ms. Wulf, this is Sergeant O'Donnell. Are any of your parents home?"

"No, they are on vacation. Why?"

"It's important that I tell them. It's about their son."

Ryan frowns and asks, "Which one of my brothers is it? Is it Xander? Xavier? Alex? Hunter?"

"It's Alex… he… he was injured while on a routine patrol through Baghdad."

"He… he… he was…"

"We're sending him home next week. Oh and your other three brothers are being sent home too. We can't lose the four Wulf brothers all at once so they're going home next week."

He soon hangs up, leaving Ryan still holding the phone. She slowly sets the phone down before crying… though she soon found herself in Foxy's comforting grace.

He kisses her neck softly before saying, "It's alright lass, you don't have to cry. Ole Foxy is here to take care of you."

A/N: Did you enjoy that? You better have or I'll have the next chapter be in French. Okay... maybe not, but still, I'll... actually, I'll make the next chapter so gay anyone who reads it will turn gay and do gay things like suck on pickles... and wanting to be filled... and other things that are gay like eating sugar free food for no reason and whatnot... lol

So thanks for reading and hopefully I'll get the next chapter up. If not... oh well...