The Gray Man Ch. 31 - A New Era

TJ thought, "How do we make this happen without alerting any of the folks y'all just talked about?"

A new voice came into the meeting. "Mr. James, I am Ethan Winters, the FBI Station Chief. "We have a mutual acquaintance, Fiona MacGregor, MI-5"

TJ's mind filled with the good and the bad memories of his time with Fiona, "She's good people."

Winters continued, "She is. I have reached out to her to have one of her Cobblers put together your Legend. You can fly to London, pick up your needed documents and head to Moscow via Paris."

TJ smiled, "Roger that. When is Fiona expecting me?"

Winters chuckled, the first break in tension for the entire conversation, "She must like you, she said she'd see you first thing tomorrow morning at Heathrow."

Gray rolled his head to relieve stress. "Guess I need to get packed. One more thing, if you can put Thames House to work on a second identity. I need the uniform of an FSB officer higher than the one that Kuznetsova has been seen with. Also, the identity of her contact and where they have been meeting."

Jackie Kincaid spoke again, "I will call MI-5 directly. When we are finished, ask your escort to direct you to Linda Calahan, she has your flight arrangements. Thank you Mr. James, good luck."

TJ stood, "Just call me Gray, much more familiar these days than James."

Gray and his escort arrived at Linda Calahan's office who told him that his flight left Reagan for JFK at 1530 hours, then his flight to London would leave at 1930 and arrive in London just after 0630 local time.

TJ left The Truman building and called Gretchen to let her know that he had to leave for a few days but would be home as soon as he could. She wasn't thrilled that more of the responsibility would fall on her shoulders but understood the nature of the assignment was not one that TJ volunteered for, more that he was tasked with a mission.

Gray went home, packed, and headed to Reagan to catch his flight to JFK. Both flights were smooth and just after 7:15 AM London time Gray stepped into the gray February of the London morning where he heard found Fiona MacGregor waiting, again leaning on the fender of a black Range Rover dressed in black slacks, a deep blue satin blouse, her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail.

He walked to her and they hugged, wanting it to look every bit the part of long lost friends or lovers reuniting like hundreds of others every day at airports all over the world. When they climbed into the Range Rover Fiona smiled, "Hello, Raven."

TJ laughed, "Raven? Really. You think I am a Raven?"

Fiona laughed, "Let me remember, a Raven is a male asset that is used to seduce and fuck women to gain leverage or intelligence information. Am I wrong?" Her Scottish accent caused each word to sound melodic to TJ's ears.

TJ laughed, "Well when you put it that way, I suppose I am."

As they drove along the M-4 they made small talk about seeing The Cobbler to put together all of TJ's documentation and backstory before he flew to Moscow. TJ's eyebrows went up when Fiona turned off of the M-4 near Kensington. "Pardon me madam, this isn't the way to Thames House."

Fiona winked, "Aye Lad, The Raven needs to earn his passport, so I am going to take you to my flat where you are going to fuck me like you hate me."

TJ laughed, "I see, and if I say No."

Fiona patted the sidearm hidden under her left arm inside of her jacket, "Then I shoot you and drop you in the Thames. Your choice."

Gray chuckled, "You drive a hard bargain, let me see, bury my cock into the tight pussy of a beautiful Scottish MI-5 agent or take a bullet to the head?" That's a tough one.

Fiona laughed, "Fuck you, Raven."

They had no more walked into the large flat than Fiona turned and pushed Gray against the wall. "I fucking hate you." She slapped him, not as soft as she intended. "I'm an amazing fucking agent yet all I do it seems is be your fucking uber, save your ass, and take care of you like I'm your mother."

Gray spun her against the door and moved his hand to her throat, "Bullshit, being attached to me has made your fucking career and last I remembered I fucking saved you before you saved me."

She lifted her arm to slap him again but this time he caught her arm, "Saved me because your worthless fucking plan backfired."

Gray kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth as she fought him, "It failed because you had fucking double agents working with you."

Fiona shoved him away and moved to the center of the room, "Arrogant, fucking American thinking you can bully your way through everything and everyone."

TJ growled, "I hate everything about you. The fucking accent, you're too pale, you're freckled, you have red fucking hair, and a lousy operative. Face it, bitch the only things you got good going for you are your tits, ass, and legs. Maybe I'll turn you into a swallow."

Fiona lunged at him, "Swallow? Me? I'd never sell my body to anyone for anything. I'm not some two bit cheap whore like you."

Gray closed the gap and again pinned her against the wall. He pressed his mouth to hers in a hard, angry kiss. When he let go to look down at her, he added, "And I hate your gray eyes, they look as shitty as the sky outside and your damn British weather.

"My eyes are gray-green," Fiona snapped, internally shaking off his kiss. "My hair is fucking amazing. Admit it, when you close your fucking eyes you remember it splayed out on your pillow in Paris. Admit it Raven, you want me. The bulge in your fucking pants can't be hidden."

"That's another fucking thing about you. You disagree with EVERYTHING. Why is everything a fucking argument?" TJ asked. "Gray-green, gray-blue, or gray-purple, they're still gray and I hate gray." Grabbing her by the wrist he dragged the girl into the living room, stopping in the middle and turning around so he could talk.

Fiona was ready with her own retort, "I only disagree with you because everything you say is so full of shit you could fertilize your own farm with your bullshit.You are rude, egotistical, a loud-mouthed bastard! I had never met anyone who made me want to punch a wall every time they opened their fucking mouth until the day I met you!"

Gray chuckled, "But every fucking time you masturbate it's my fucking cock that drives you over the edge."

Fiona fired back, "You use women, you fuck them like they are a fucking game to be toyed with and used."

TJ again closed the distance, "That's the very reason you brought me here. To be my fucking toy to be fucking fucked out of her fucking mind."

TJ grabbed her head and dragged her close for a hard, angry kiss. Fiona didn't even make an attempt to pull away, grabbing the collar of his shirt to drag herself up a couple more inches. TJ grabbed the blouse and ripped it open, buttons flying all over the hardwood floors. He slid his hand up her back and unclasped her bra before he slid his hands across the soft, smooth skin of Fiona's back and sides.

Picking her up in his arms, TJ carried her to her room and dropped her on the queen sized bed. Slowly he undid his dress shirt, taking it off while never letting his eyes leave hers. Fiona drank in the tight abs and broad chest of the brute.

He undid his belt as she unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it leaving her in only a light blue pair of boy short panties.

Gray slipped off his shoes as Fiona slipped the rest of the way out of her skirt and rose to her knees on the edge of the bed facing him. Slapping his hands aside, Fiona opened his pants and shoved them down, then raised an eyebrow.

"Commando? Really All the way across the fucking Atlantic Ocean, Commando?" The blush that rose to her cheeks made her freckles fade a little. TJ's cock stood almost 9 inches with a girth that would stretch any woman. Fiona remembered what that monster had done to her and if she ever cared to worship anything, this would be it.

"Shut the hell up," TJ snapped as he shoved her onto her back so she was flat on the mattress the long way. Pale skin almost glowed under her lamp light and full, D-cup breasts swayed lightly, seashell pink nipples puckering in the cool air. Pulling his socks off, TJ climbed up onto the bed and roughly removed Fiona's panties, tossing the blue satin aside like so much trash. He pinned her down by her left shoulder, while he leaned down and kissed her fiercely, hard enough to bruise her mouth. Fiona grunted and pushed at his shoulders with her hands. Annoyed, the big American let go of her shoulder to catch both wrists and pin them over her head one handed.

A struggling, squirming girl beneath him, TJ made his way along her jaw and throat to Fiona's tits, where he sucked a taut, pink nipple into his mouth. "Ah! D-don't do that!" she moaned.

"Do what? This?" Gray gave her tit an especially hard suck and the girl yelped.

"Yes, that!" Fiona snapped. "You know what that fucking does to me!"

"Tough shit," TJ told her. He roughly palmed her breast and squeezed it, forcing the nipple to pucker out. Sweeping his tongue across the pink nub, he sucked on it twice, then pulled it into his mouth and suckled, making the young woman squeal and squirm.

TJ pulled back and roughly on her thighs until they spread, forming a cradle he gladly rested in, the hard length of his cock flush against her heat. Fiona lifted long legs and wrapped them around the American's hard waist, tugging him closer.

"God, you're such a slut," TJ growled.

"Raven," Fiona replied. "I hate you. Why can't you just fuck me and have done with it?"

TJ smirked before he winked at her? What? And give you the satisfaction? I'd rather torture you, first." TJ pinched her nipple hard enough to hurt and made the Scottish Lass yelp in pain. His grip on her wrists tightened until her bones rubbed together.

"Ah! You bastard!" Fiona yanked on her wrists, but only caused herself more pain. TJ let go of her breast to slide his hand between her thighs, thumb pressed against her clit. He made small, slow, circular motions that made Fiona flinch, then moan. "What are you-Ah!" He squeezed her wrists again, but didn't stop rubbing her clit, forcing her to feel pleasure and pain simultaneously.

Struggling, Fiona managed to work a hand free and used it to grab TJ's hair and pull on it. The American growled as he was forcibly dragged sideways. With a grunt, he took his hand from her crotch and grabbed the offending hand by the wrist and slammed it back into the pillows. After a moment of struggle, Fiona finally laid still, red hair spread beneath her in a wild halo, long bangs covering her left eye, right eye glaring.

"TJ, I swear to God," she growled.

"Could you shut up for one fucking minute, Fiona," TJ snapped. "You're so fucking uppity." He jerked his hips into hers, his cock sliding through her outer labia to touch the heat inside. "You can't shut your fucking mouth for five minutes." Another thrust drew a moan from the young woman. "Can't take orders from anybody." A third thrust slid across her entrance. "Continually pissing everyone off." A fourth thrust caught the edge of the opening. One last thrust had most of the head inside of her. Fiona moaned and twitched her hips, forcing even more cock inside. TJ started pushing against her, slowly making his way inside of her.

Inch after inch sliding into her, Fiona squirmed and pushed downward, trying to force the slightly too large cock in faster. When he was finally buried so far he couldn't go any deeper, TJ stopped. Fiona didn't. "Hold still," Gray growled.

"Shut up and fuck me, Raven. Dammit!" she growled in response before she bit into his shoulder.

TJ withdrew his cock leaving Fiona feeling abandoned and empty before he moved so his huge cock was pressed against her entrance again, TJ eased his way inside of her, burying his dick in the wet heat of Fiona's pussy until he was sunk to the hilt inside of her. Even with all of the lubrication that had been dripping from her pussy since she saw him step out of the airport, she was still unbelievably tight, the hot walls of her pussy pulsing around his cock as she squirmed beneath him. Holding her tight against him, TJ pulled himself out until only the tip remained inside. Then he thrust, hard.

Fiona cried out as she was emptied and filled over and over in rapid succession. With TJ's cock pistoning in and out of her, the MI-5 agent could barely think. Her nails dug into his skin as she scratched and clawed at him, leaving red, stinging streaks down his back.

"Fuck!" Fiona moaned, straining to keep up with TJ's ferocity and failing. Finally, she gave up and let him fuck her past thought beyond cursing him.

With an annoyed grunt, TJ growled, "That's it, talk to me. Let me hear you break."

"Fuck you, you prick," Fiona squeezed out past her moans.

TJ pulled out until just the tip was still inside of her, "Tell me how much you crave my big cock deep inside you?"

"Fuck you," she moaned as he drove into her again and pulled out to hold just the tip again.

TJ taunted again, "Tell me how much you like getting fucked with it?

Fiona hesitated until Gray drove hard into her 4 or 5 times leaving her breathless, "You fucking know the answer, prick."

Gray smirked, "It's so much better to hear it. I'm going to use your cunt to get my cock off."

"Please," she whispered, fuck me like you hate me. Use my cunt." Her voice was more breath than sound as she writhed in anticipation.

"I'm going to fuck you. Hard."

"Yes...yes... Give it to me. Pound me. Get your fucking cock off," she nearly growled at him. She found herself more excited with him at that moment than she had been with a lover ever. The thought of him using her turned her on. It was as though she was his sole source of pleasure, that she was the object of his desire, that she was the gatekeeper to his orgasm.

Gray tore his cock from her and rolled her onto her hands and knees, positioned himself behind her and drove into her again.

What followed might more aptly be called an attack rather fucking. He never loosened his grip on her hips, bracing her with his strength while he slammed the full weight of his body into her. Over and over again, he tried to fuck her as intensely as he possibly could. He wanted her to force herself from his grip because she couldn't take it anymore, because she couldn't bear the pain any longer. Bursts of concentrated, hard fucking erupted: the kind that made his lungs burn and her skin flush. Sprints and explosions of his body crashing, slapping and beating against hers. His balls swung and slammed against her pussy.

Harder and harder, he kept coming at her. So hard, in fact, he made her lose her balance and she fell to her belly flat on the bed. Gray did not relent. He climbed atop her just like that, straddling her ass, and pressed his cock back into her gaping pussy. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass with all the strength his grip could muster and began fucking her again. His hands spread her ass open so he could clearly see his dick thrashing her cunt beyond her deliciously rimmed asshole.

"Fuck!" she screamed into her pillow. "Don't you dare fucking stop, I'm going to cum!" She cried out in pleasurable pain, and unleashed the most intense series of orgasms she had ever had.

Gray never stopped, his cock pounding her right through her orgasm, and just kept fucking her. Relentless. But just hearing her cum had brought him closer to his own. He would soon find himself at the foot of the irresistible wave of his own climax. He couldn't resist the call of her cumming pussy. It was a magic it had over him. If she came, it was nearly reflexive for cock to instantly catch up, to cum with her.

Gray felt her cum again, her pussy gripping him like a vice. It was time to make this the hate fuck she wanted. He felt his cock ready to erupt as he yanked his cock from her, forcefully rolled her over onto her back and stood fully erect over her. Like a hunter over his trophy. Straddling her waistline and looking down over her exhausted, flushed, well-fucked body he let himself cum. Rope after rope of his white hot cum dotted her, from her pussy to her belly, to her tits, to her face. He fucked her, and he marked her.

Out of breath and with muscles twitching from pure exhaustion, he collapsed beside her on the bed. Their sweating bodies entangled one another.

"That was fucking amazing, Raven," she whispered in his ear biting his earlobe.

He couldn't answer. He was just too spent of all energy. He simply squeezed her closer to his body. The mission, the flight, the lack of sleep, and one of the most amazing fucks he had ever had. He smiled. "Well done, swallow."

Gray soon fell asleep as Fiona slipped away from him to shower and to use her cell to call the office to let them know that they would be a bit late for their 1115 appointment, that his luggage had been lost but had since been found.

Fiona woke TJ up to give him time to shower and dress before they made their way to Thames House. The British equivalent to the Hoover Building, the home of the FBI. Here is where MI-5 was headquartered.

Once inside Fiona guided TJ through the network of hallways to a large workroom in the heart of the building. In days gone by this room would have been small with various files and cabinets. Today computers surrounded a large workstation where technical teams would create and fabricate identities and backstories for people in the field.

When the door opened an older gentleman in a traditional British pin striped suit and vest smiled, "Fiona, my dear. You look amazing, you are absolutely glowing. Izzy has everything the Americans have requested. She's in her bunker."

Fiona smiled, "Thank you Theodore. You're a true gem."

Fiona opened the door to a room with a series of cubicles. Within the third cubicle was the 'bunker' of Emily Turner. One of the background techs in MI-5. A recent graduate of Oxford Izzy where she majored in English literature Izzy fabricates backstories and identities that are second to none in MI-5.

Izzy looked up from her desk and smiled. Gray guessed her to be in her early 20's, dark very curly hair, dark eyes, one dimple on her left cheek when she smiled, "Hello Fiona, this must be... holy shit, you weren't lying when you said he's hot as fuck."

Gray blushed as Fiona scolded her colleague, "Elizabeth, that's enough out of you, bitch."

Izzy smiled, "Fuck you, you know you love me." She turned to TJ, "Let me show you what I have. Follow me to the conference room where we can spread out."

TJ didn't have a problem following Izzy, her ass filled out her blue jeans in a way that would make any man or woman follow her. Fiona noticed Gray's eyes too and playfully slapped his arm as they walked.

Once in the conference room Izzy spread everything onto the table, "Benjamin Reynolds, British Expat living in the states. Married an American and now holds US citizenship. Here is your passport, your driver's license from the state of Ohio."

TJ grimaced in playful frustration, "As one born in the great state of Michigan, I am offended that I now live in Ohio." He looked at the license, "Columbus even? You're killing me here."

Izzy rolled her eyes, "I dug into your background Sergeant Major, any offenses are purely accidental I assure you."

TJ laughed and flipped Izzy the bird as she laughed, "Now I see why you wanted to fuck him so bad Fi, sexy and playful." Izzy with no shame stared at TJ's cock filling his dress pants, "and hung like a fucking mule to boot."

Fiona wanted to fly away, "Jesus, Izzy. The backstory. PLEASE."

Izzy giggled, "This is where I got really creative. Benjamin is married to Eileen."

Fiona murmured a whispered, 'bitch'.

Izzy giggled, "Oh, that's right, Eileen is your middle name."

TJ burst out laughing and started to sing, "Come on, Eileen."