There's a time for teasing and there is a time for action. The time for action, my friends, is now. And by that I mean incomin' lovin'!

Dark brown eyes narrowed until the flesh between the eyebrows knitted together, glaring over a small circular pair of sunglasses into the wide, fearful eyes of Shila. "You told them where he was held?" the man's voice was low and smooth, verbal honey, but loaded with intent. Although she was standing and he was sitting, Shila fidgeted uncomfortably and looked down at the heavy wooden desk between herself and Shaw. "Yes... I had no options. You know if there was another way I would have-" his voice cut sharply through hers, her shoulders jerking backwards slightly in surprise and fear. "You had an option, Shila. Your life was not more valuable than that information, and you knew it then just as much as you know it now."

Shaws hands were interlocked in front of him at chest level, fingertips tracing at his smooth black tie casually. He dressed sharp, like any man with the power he possessed would, in his own opinion. Shilas eyes were struggling to return to something smaller and more controlled than dollar sized as she kept silent, waiting for him to continue. Drawing it out to watch her shift uncomfortably and look at anyone but him, he finally uttered in a tired, disgusted tone "From now on, the end of the Expendables is your life, do you hear me? And this girl?" fingers quickly uncoiling from one another to jab an accusatory finger at the television silently playing footage of what happened at the facility, Kayle stumbling down a hallway visible at that moment. "She dies too. Don't fuck this up, Shila. You aren't even on thin ice any more."

Mouth set in a grim line, he ran a hand slowly through his short dyed blonde hair before resting his hands on their respective chair arms, silently dismissing Shila who had almost bowed—he saw her stiff forward tilt—before rushing to be out of his office, closing the tall wooden door shut behind her quickly. Staring into the screen as he watched the group run off into the woods, he slammed his hand against the top of the desk angrily "Fuck you, Gunnar!"

After an animated phone conversation between Yang and himself, Gunnar was relieved to hear the familiar roar of Yang's motorcycle pull up in front of his home. Stepping up to the sliding door he keyed in the code and leaned there with his arms crossed. First he saw the grocery bags loaded in Yang's arms before the door finally cleared his head and revealed his friend frowning up at him "This is the only time I'm doing this for you, I have a family to visit with you know." Quirking a brow and smirking down at his friend, he accepted the groceries into his arms and passed off the money for them in the same gesture. "We both know you don't have a family, Yang."

"Yeah, whatever." came Yang's sarcasm loaded reply. His expression quickly changing to curiosity as he leaned to the side and glanced around Gunnars frame "So, where is she and how is she doing?" Rolling his eyes at his friend's lack of subtlety he grunted "She's here and fine, you can see her another day or something, shoo." Stepping aside he ignored Yang's protests as he set the door sliding back down. Yang only fell silent however when Kayle proudly strode out of Gunnar's room ass naked and looked around imperiously for all of two seconds before her eyes popped, her entire body turned red and she flung herself back into Gunnar's room. Yang's laughter filled the empty spaces of the building until he was shut out by the door closing.

Silence pervaded the area before Gunnars low chuckle cut through it, followed by his heavy gait strolling over to the small fridge that rested beside an old stove that quite possibly had never been used. I stood behind the closed door of his room, calming myself by listening to Gunnar and his lack of reaction to my inadvertent show. Groceries were placed, bags were tossed to the side and the fridge door finally finished it's brief opening and closing spree before I heard him approaching the door I stood behind. Stepping back from the door slowly, still fully nude, I felt my pupils dilating into what had to be specs as a rush of adrenaline and excitement hit me.

Listening to his hand closing around the doorknob, I felt as though time around me was moving slower while my body went in to overload, the rush of my arousal suddenly as bright and intense as a supernova inside me. As the door flung open, I tossed my caution to the wind along with it and all but leaped onto Gunnar, who's expression was so surprised I'd have to find time to laugh about it later. Lunging forwards as though I was spring loaded, I leaped upwards and clapped my arms over his shoulders. Thankfully, Gunnar was as surefooted as ever and was only driven backwards a foot as my legs curled around his stomach and hands gripped onto him tightly.

Staring into his eyes with what could probably be misconstrued for malice, were he not already familiar with the intensity in which I liked to get my pleasure, I felt his hands respond and grip my ass cheeks tightly. This gesture happened within a moment but I responded to it fiercely, all but snarling as his lips parted and invited mine to clash with his. Our mouths met and it all finally clicked with Gunnar, who then stepped to the side of the door and slammed me up against the wall roughly as my tongue stroked the roof of his mouth, earning a sharp groan of pleasure to which I responded with a breathy groan of my own.

Pinned to the wall with his chest, I clung to him with my legs and closed my eyes as his tongue shoved past mine and mimicked the previous actions of my own tongue with zeal. His hands freed to wander and mine no longer focused on holding myself against him, I dragged my fingertips down the sensitive flesh of his spine firmly, feeling the rising heat of his skin through the thin material of his t-shirt and enjoying the snarl of pleasure I elicited from the action. His left hand clenched my hip tightly, forcing a gasp from me that left my eyes almost rolling into my head, while his right immediately sought the junction between my legs.

My hips jerked as his hand brushed against my throbbing skin, it felt like the entire area was wired to my racing pulse and I knew he felt it too when he let out what almost sounded like a growl as his hand became immediately covered in my juices. The groan itself almost undid me, but the feeling of a thick finger sliding deep inside my cunt followed by his hand pressing up against my tender flesh and literally yanking me upwards a notch up the wall elicited a sharp cry from me as our mouths separated and he pinned my head to the wall with his forehead to mine, whispering in an intensely aroused, commanding tone "Do it."

Thrusting his finger in and out of me rapidly, a second finger joining the first only a few moments later, I was gripping his shoulders and gasping for air in short order as he drove my ass into the wall repeatedly with just his hand and left me crying out in intense release, my head tossing back and my mouth falling open as his left hand squeezed my hip at the same time I climaxed. "Ahh!" I cried out inarticulately while simultaneously becoming dead weight against him, breathing raggedly and barely registering what was going on around me.

Through my lusty haze I heard the sound of Gunnar's belt being loosed as he balanced me against the wall on a forearm, working his pants off in a frenzy until I heard them go flying somewhere. With that few moments respite over I crashed up against the wall again and felt his stiff cock stroking against my soaking wet folds while our foreheads pinned together and we glared at one another. My mouth slowly opened as I felt his cock slide to a halt and the head press up against my sensitized hole, his mouth mimicking mine until I heard his voice. "You. Are. Mine." His voice was so low and deep I barely understood what he said, but he made his intent clear before I had time to get too juiced up over his voice alone.

My fingertips curled into the flesh beneath his shirt as he slammed inside me, my back hitting the wall with a forceful thud and immediately falling into that rhythm as he started to mercilessly work towards his own release. Gasping for breaths as my sensitive breasts ground and slapped into his chest while my hips tried to thrust back against his, now held in place by his vice like grip, I nearly howled into his lips as I felt another orgasm rush through me "I'm yours, YES!"

My exultant cry spurred him on even harder, leaving me feeling a sharp stab of pain through my hips with every thrust and extra hard grip of his fingers, his cock jerking inside me let me know he was close to his desperate release. "Take me!" I demanded with a breathless snarl into his lips, locking them together into a fierce kiss that finally set him off. Sucking in my breath I both listened and felt as he came undone, letting out a low groan that rumbled through his chest against mine as he slammed inside me one final time, cock jerking and his seed filling me with warmth that was soon to be sliding down my inner thighs.

We both sagged against the wall panting for breaths as he slid out of me and straightened up, leaning against me while I planted my feet to the floor and tried to enjoy my afterglow and keep standing at the same time. My hands slid down his back and came to rest just above his bare ass, rubbing the small of his back appreciatively as he chuckled and looked down at me, fingertips stroking my sides. Tilting my head back I gave him a sly smile and a wink, to which he responded with a tired looking grin. "Mmm." was all he managed to say, leaving me Mmming back at him teasingly.

"I'd blame you for not being able to walk later, but we both know I got exactly what I wanted anyways." I mumbled up at him and pressed my body firmer up against his, feeling our cooling juices rubbing up against my stomach, leaving us both chuckling. "Damn straight" he mumbled, slowly leaning off of me and looking around for his pants as I leaned against the wall and admired him, a little part of me sad I never managed to get his shirt off too.

Later that evening after recovery, bathing, fresh clothing and laughing about Yang seeing me buck naked, we were sitting at the table enjoying fresh dinner. Munching on a mouthful of salad I watched him thoughtfully as he ate, cutting chunks out of his steak with the forced slowness of someone who doesn't want to be perceived as a pig in front of a guest, leaving me smirking. Swallowing my salad and clearing my throat to get his attention, he looked down and across the table at me and I momentarily lost my words while looking into his eyes.

Blinking in surprise at my moment of sappiness I caught myself and returned to the moment of levity with a chuckle "You can eat however you want by the way. Table manners don't mean much to me." Tilting his head slightly he smirked and swallowed his bite of steak before responding, setting his fork and knife down on top of the salad and remaining steak on his plate. "Alright, so you noticed I wanted to eat the steak faster. But there is more you want to say, don't think I haven't noticed that. It's great by the way, the steak." he quirked a brow and gave me his trademark lopsided smirk as he resumed eating. I had to give him credit where it was due, my home and the life that was waiting for me to return were definitely on my mind, but why wouldn't they be?

Taking a bite of my own steak I let out a happy moan. Nobody cooked steak like me, nobody. I took my time enjoying that bite, knowing full well that he was waiting for me to pipe up and tell him what was on my mind, also knowing that he wasn't going to be budging on the topic. He continued to eat while keeping his gaze leveled on me, finally pausing as I put my utensils down and looked up at him while tilting my head just slightly, pondering.

"You're right of course, got a lot on my mind and I'm sure you understand." He nodded in return, taking another bite. "I've come to enjoy your company and am thankful that you've been thoughtful enough to give me a place to stay while this all blows over... Or blows up, whatever." His chuckle made me smile before I continued "But I can't help but think about my home, my job, hell even my bills. I miss my place, Gunnar. Not much else I can really say about it I guess," I gave a shrug and a flick of my wrist in a frustrated, dismissive gesture "I just don't want this to become an uncomfortable thing. No doubt I'm going to start getting stir crazy soon. I'm a get out and do things kind of person you know? Or at least play video games or something, being inactive is not me."

"So, that is what has been on my mind." He kept that steady, calculating look leveled at me for some time, to which I gave him a shrug. We remained in comfortable silence until not a leaf of salad or scrap of steak was left on our respective plates. Leaning back in my chair I let out a happy sigh and rested my hands on my overly full stomach while he did similar, but his long legs reached out to mine and his big feet idly tapped against mine. When he tilted his head back and let out a huge belch I jerked in surprise, opening up my eyes and looking at him. Looking back at me with an accusing grin he remarked "You said it didn't matter!"

I had to laugh and he joined in, the tones of our voices happy and relaxed before dwindling off again, leaving us both smiling. "Well, I do understand your problem. We'll think of something, I certainly don't want to deal with you getting like you did in that room again." He smirked at the recollection and mimicked a smirk back. "Maybe I can get someone to get your mail over here and keep an eye on your place. It wouldn't be a good idea for either of us to be spotted around there any time soon." I nodded thoughtfully in response and let out a little homesick sigh.

"Thank you, Gunnar. Maybe tomorrow we can brainstorm something. But right now I need to unplug my mind and go to bed." I smiled across the table at him, even though my thoughts turned towards the fact that if I had never met him I would never have been in this situation to begin with. I found myself unable to truly regret my experience so far, even if the room and the following escape haunted my dreams. He nodded and gestured me off "Go ahead, I'll get the dishes." Nodding at him I gripped the corners of the table and stood up with sore jelly legs, leaving him grinning at me as I purposefully ignored him and hobbled off to his bed.

I was all too thankful that I was sleeping in the bed and not on the couch, as proven by the fact that as soon as my face hit the mattress I was asleep immediately. However, my dreamless sleep felt like it had only lasted moments before a pain blooming in my chest jerked me awake. Struggling to gain my senses as I felt more sharp jabs, I raised my hands and curled up defensively before I realized Gunnar was beside me muttering incoherently and making violent gestures.

Unfortunately I was on the receiving end of them and ended up falling out of the bed in alarm, whispering worriedly "Gunnar? Gunnar, wake up!" Struggling to get up with my sore legs I settled for leaning against the bed and sitting on my knees, watching him thrash with a deep pang of sympathy. There was no way I was going to try and wake up someone with the kind of killing capacity he had, however. I didn't think he'd fault me for that decision either, not that it mattered.

There was a point where he went still and chuckled darkly, chilling my insides. I waited what felt like forever to see if he was going to thrash again before slowly climbing back into the bed, jumping slightly when he reached over and curled an arm over me to bring me close. What would have been a warming enjoyable gesture jerked me awake instead. Sleep was not going to come back easily, if at all.

I was staring at the bandaged face of my attacker, frowning thoughtfully as he stood there staring back. "This is a dream. You are gone." I pointed out matter of factly. "It is not over. You see this room?" The spectre gestured grandly to my prison. "This is your life now. You stuck with him and this is how you'll be rewarded." All at once I felt the room twist to take on a horrible reality, my vision being reduced to nothing before the grim smiling face of that dead man faded back into view again.

"Dead in a room, ditch, box, it doesn't matter." lips curling into a sickening rotting toothed grin as the familiar sharp rod he once carried was suddenly visible in his raised hand "still dead!" voice raised in exultation as he finished his speech, the raised rod coming down at my eye in a rush.

Gasping back to reality I almost bumped Gunnar in the face with my own, his thick arm was across my chest and held me down from jerking up to a seated position while his fingers stroked my scalp soothingly. "Wake up, shh." I was panting for breath as my head fell back into the pillow and my eyes half closed, looking at Gunnars concerned features while willing my heart to slow down, reality coming back to me. "Just a dream. Sorry Gunnar."