In This Country Act 02

*****Hello dear reader(s). This is the start of a new story arc that I hope you will enjoy. We continue to follow our frosty and frivolous lovers as they enjoy the benefits of their relationship (each other) while also broadening the scope and dipping into the lives of others, seeing how their day is going In This Country. =) Don't forget to comment your thoughts below! -DM23*****

*****Special thanks to Decal_last as always for proofreading this story. *****

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Arc Two: Partners

Chapter One: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars

"Six in the morning here we come," Eddie grinned forty minutes from the end of their shift.

"You mean seven in the morning, right?" Reggie asked with a frown.

"Oh come on man, it was an accident," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Accident or not, we still don't want it to happen again," Maurice crossed his arms. "If I have to listen to my wife accusing me of sleeping with another woman, I'm charging you for it."

"You can't do that!" Eddie scoffed uncertainly.

"Alright, we'll see," Maurice slightly nodded.

"Grey believes me," Eddie proclaimed as Grey came back from the bathroom.

"Whether I believe you or not doesn't mean Maurice won't charge you if you do something stupid again," Grey chuckled.

"Thanks for having my back," Eddie called then mockingly muttering, "Asshole."

"Anytime, dickface," Grey replied.

The morning was officially beginning as the workers finished moving crates of fish to the correct location to be shipped out to their proper destination. By the time they finished, the clock hit six and the buzzer went off, telling everyone to get their asses home and get some much needed rest. As for Grey and his friends, they waited an extra hour while Eddie cleaned the bathrooms, unable to believe he managed to flood one of the bathrooms in the warehouse at the beginning of their shift.

"Just drop it already," Eddie rolled his eyes as he caught up with them once he made it outside.

"I hope you don't mean the soap," Reggie replied.

"Hey, I'm straight through and through," Eddie declared. "Right Grey?"

"If you need confirmation about your sexuality," Grey smirked, "then that's a question you should ask God . . . or the devil if you don't like God's answer."

"He could be a flat chested transgender, you know," Reggie pointed out.

"I'm a heterosexual male, fuckers," Eddie insisted.

"We all hope so," Grey smiled.

"You ready to leave, Grey?" Maurice asked as they walked up to his truck.

"I've been ready," he nodded and hopped in the truck.

Saying their goodbyes, the two coworkers took to the road, listening to the early morning radio station for traffic problems.

"So, hows life?" Maurice asked when they stopped at a light.

"Good," Grey shrugged.

"Just good?" Maurice said, looking for more than just good.

"I mean . . . well, yeah," Grey responded. "Everything's all good."

"If everything's all good then what happened last week?" Maurice inquired.

"Nothing? Was supposed to happen last week?" Grey asked worriedly.

"No," Maurice shook his head as the light changed to green. "It just felt like we couldn't get in touch with you all last week."

"You know I sleep in the morning," Grey reminded him.

"We all do, wise guy," Maurice replied. "It's just none of us could get in touch with you when you're awake in the afternoon."

"Oh, I had my phone on silent," Grey remembered. "I didn't want to be interrupted by some stupid prank calls while I was chilling with my girlfriend."

"You think we'd do that?" Maurice smirked, knowing he and the others had been outfoxed by the wolf.

"Uh, yeah," Grey said as he pulled out his phone. "If you're going to prank call me, don't let Eddie go first. I almost never pick up the phone when he calls unless he texts me first."

"Damn, we told him to wait," Maurice revealed as he turned on the street Grey lived.

"Doesn't matter," Grey said. "I've been putting my phone on silent the moment I get in the house."

"Well shit, I guess we won't bother you again unless it's something serious," Maurice promised. "Are you still coming to the Volleyball Tournament this Thursday?"

"I don't see why not," Grey said.

"Are you going to bring your girl?" Maurice prodded when he stopped in front of Grey's apartment complex.

"If she feels up to it, yeah," Grey agreed. "See you Thursday."

The vehicle drove off as Grey went up to his door, unlocked it, and went inside. Already, goosebumps rose up on his skin as he felt the decreased temperature inside his house. But in the chilly air, there was also a distinct scent, a smell similar . . . to breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, he saw Crystal putting her cooked food in a container.

"Morning beautiful," Grey whispered in her ear.

"Morning sweaty," she greeted.

"Am I supposed to guess what that is?" Grey asked.

"No, this is my breakfast," Crystal said. "I just mixed everything I made together."

"Then what'd you make?" he inquired.

"Sausage patties, bacon, ham chunks," Crystal shrugged. "And eggs, I used up the rest of your eggs."

"They weren't being used anyway," Grey grinned. "Is it any good?"

"See for yourself," Crystal replied, giving him a spoonful of her food.

Mouth open wide, he took the spoonful whole and chewed. Of course, it was as she said: just a whole bunch of food mixed together. Not that it was bad or anything, it was actually pretty good. The eggs were seasoned well enough whereas the sausage, bacon, and ham had enough juice for themselves and let the excess be soaked into the eggs.

"That's some good protein right there," he said.

"I'm not exactly a cook," Crystal admitted as she searched for a top to put on the container. "The only thing I know how to do is make sure the meat doesn't turn black"

"That's not a requirement to be with me," Grey snickered, "but if you want my opinion, you did an excellent job not letting the meat turn black."

"That's nothing to be proud of," Crystal rolled her eyes, and just so happened to look at the clock. "Did you . . . did you walk home . . . again?"

"No, I got a ride from Maurice," Grey answered. "The boys and I waited for Eddie to clean the bathrooms since he flooded them."

"You should've called," she replied as she led him to his bedroom. "I'd have picked you up."

"I don't think that's going to help you keep a low profile if you do," he snickered. "Besides, you're Crystal. If my friends saw you, they'd probably freak out and turn into morons. Well, one of them would."

"I wasn't going to show up as a heroine," Crystal denied. "I could've given them a different name to call me instead of my heroine name."

"Good," Grey sighed as he fell on his bed, "because my friends have been getting onto my case about not meeting you."

"For how long?" she questioned.

"Uh . . . ever since Reggie saw you on my patio, I think," Grey answered.

"I wouldn't mind meeting them," she said.

"Good, the guys want to go to the Volleyball Tournament this Thursday," he grinned. "I told them I'd see if you wanted to go."

"We can't go out tonight?" Crystal asked. "I thought you'd be off work since it's a Tuesday."

"Not anymore," Grey shook his head. "My work schedule changed now that spring is setting in. My new schedule has me off on, if I can remember correctly, Sunday and Thursday."

"That's not bad," she shrugged. "I get you a day early now."

"I think you got it backwards," he smirked as he pulled her onto the bed with him. "I'm the one who's getting you."

"We'll see about that," she challenged.

They rolled around in the bed for a moment as Grey tried to pin Crystal beneath him. She knocked his hands off her and rolled from under him before he could fall on her. Grey immediately scrambled over the bed before Crystal could pounce on him. She crawled after him over the bed, but he slipped off the bed when she reached for him. Standing up, he charged and tackled her on the bed, but she used his moment and her strength to roll them over until she was on top.

"Surrender," she ordered as she wiggled her hips over his.

"Never," he declared.

"There's no harm in admitting defeat," she grinned when she felt his hard cock underneath her. "Oooh, looks like someone's ready to call it quits."

"It'll take a lot more than this if you're trying to change my mind," Grey replied.

She gave him a hard, long kiss to change his mind.

"How about now?" Crystal smirked.

"Tempting," he grinned back, hoping for another one.

"If you give in, I might be down for a quickie," she winked.

"Liar," Grey gulped. Even as he said that, his mind began to give in. The reason was obvious: morning sex was an addiction he began to crave recently. Whenever Crystal spent the night at his apartment, they've been having sex in the morning and it's been knocking him out for the count, every time.

"Why would I lie?" she asked seductively. "You know I want it just as bad as you do."

As if to prove her point, she dug her hands in her own panties as she rocked on him, dipping her fingers into her pussy until they were completely covered with her juices. Then, she pulled them out and pressed them against Grey's lips.

"Fuck me before I leave?" she begged.

In response, Grey rose up to grab her. However, with one hand, Crystal pushed him back down on the bed, intending on getting his answer.

"Surrender?" she asked.

"I surrender," Grey replied quickly, trying to grab hold of her to close the distance.

With his verbal response, Crystal let Grey pull her down. Despite what he was thinking of doing, Crystal still took hold of the reins as she intended on getting what she wanted first. She kissed him light and tenderly. Short and quick pecks were planted all over his face so not one spot felt left out. Grey leaned in to kiss her back but Crystal wanted to be the one in control. There wasn't anything he could do anyways, so Grey had no choice but to let her do as she pleased without his interference.

It was delightful to feel her hands cover the length of his body. His arms received an equal amount of attention, but her real focus was on his stomach. Goosebumps rose where her hands pressed into him and he couldn't help but shake in anticipation of what might come next. And as if she could feel his anticipation, Crystal smiled knowingly as she stuck her hands beneath his shirt as she made her hands as cold as ice.

As much as he tried to stay still, Grey just couldn't help twitching from her touch. The mere goose bumps he had before were now the size of mountains and felt like them too. But even Crystal had an agenda to follow and she temporarily stopped their kissing to remove his shirt from his body.

Now, Grey was really cold. The air had dropped a considerable margin since Crystal had begun to enjoy herself, yet Grey hadn't realized it until his shirt was off. That being done, Crystal sat up and pulled her shirt off, revealing her two gorgeous, well-rounded breasts for Grey to feast his eyes and hands on.

"No touching," Crystal said, pushing his hands away.

"That's not fair," Grey pouted. "How am I not supposed to touch them if they're right in front of my face?"

"I can take care of that," Crystal replied as she held both of his wrists in one hand, using her enhanced strength to keep them from moving. "There, problem solved."

"Cheater," he smirked.

"I have to," Crystal smiled, "or else you wouldn't be following the rules."

Giggling, she wiggled her hips a bit as she settled into her favorite position. Once content, she arched her back as she rubbed her thighs against his legs. Contact between their nether regions was inevitable as Crystal made sure to rub her pussy against his loins without fail. Of course, Grey was hard earlier when Crystal had him in her arms, so his cock was, and still is, ready for action. Still, it pleased Crystal to know that she made him that way.

Using her hands once again, she dipped them under Grey's pants, the head of his cock as it twitched with excitement. Her hands still cold, Grey's waist bucked with lust as her hands snaked deeper in the more sensitive region. Frustratingly though, it was hard to maneuver her hand in his pants, so Crystal decided to take a more direct approach.

As she climbed off him, she unzipped Grey's pants point blankly and let his cock spring out from its cell. She grabbed it gently, feeling his pulse pump softly as the two body temperatures crossed through the point of contact. For a moment, Crystal just stared at his thick appendage, proudly displaying itself without a shred of shame. And, as she looked Grey in the eyes, Crystal opened her mouth and stuck as much of his proud pole she could fit in her mouth.

Hands bound, there wasn't much Grey could do to respond to his member being swallowed but groan his pleasure as he felt her tongue stroke his stick. What made it even better was that her mouth was also cold, so not only was he hard as steel, but it seemed as if he had a heightened sense of touch from being inside her mouth. There was definitely a magnificent feeling coursing through him, especially since he had just gotten off work and was bone tired.

As she bobbed her head, Grey groaned in ecstasy again. It was as if a switch had been flipped in his body, or his balls to be more accurate, and the good old funny feeling was on the rise. He tightened his muscles on impulse to stave off his impending orgasm and enjoy the feeling a little bit longer. It didn't do much, if it did anything, but it did steel his nerves to make it hard for her to get what she wanted.

The only downside was that his nerves weren't ready to face Crystal's lip-locked attack, immediately waving the white flag of defeat as his balls were plundered of their sticky goodness. As she swallowed his seed, Crystal suddenly felt his hands fall on her head to take the lead. Almost immediately, she stopped and grabbed his arms, pulling them off her head.

"I said no touching," she smirked, reprimanding him.

"That just felt too good," he complained.

"That's the whole point," she replied, "I want it to be so good that you dream about the heroine who forced you to surrender."

"Enjoy today's victory," Grey couldn't help but smile, "because next time will be mine."

"Hush, O wicked one," Crystal kissed him while simultaneously putting a condom on him. "I'm about to enjoy myself here."

She climbed back on top of him and slid her pussy lips over his dick, then pushed herself down so that she could get as much of his thick stick inside her as possible. She didn't care what Grey did with his hands now as they explored her body again. He reached her boobs and squeezed them gently before flicking her nipples between his fingers.

"Mmmm, do that again," she moaned in need.

As he continued to flick her nipples, Crystal began to move as well as she tried to find a rhythm that fell in tune with Grey's administrations. After a couple of errors, she got it down to where she moved in sync with Grey's fingers, provided that he didn't move too fast. It dawned on Grey real quick what his girlfriend was doing and kept up his flicking, while adding in a nipple tweak every so often.

Despite the cold, things began to heat up as Crystal increased her speed, riding Grey's firm piece of wood as if it generated her powers. Her beautiful face took on a look of concentrated pleasure while Grey had a more firmed look of decreasing resistance. Crystal just felt too good for him when she was in control but he knew what he had to do to change the tempo and make things go his way.

He rose up and held onto her, instantly slowing her down so he could hold his orgasm. He kissed her quickly as he rubbed her magnificent thighs and sides before tilting them both to the side until he lay on top of her. Of course, Crystal didn't mind; she loved having her orgasms fucked out of her. She reached out and grabbed the sides of the bed while Grey pushed his rod back into her.

Now that he was in control, Grey kicked the pace back up to where Crystal had it. Her body automatically tensed, activating her strength as her grip began to tear open the bed sides. It was like a bottle had been shaken and the cap was desperately hanging on to keep itself from being blown off. Subconsciously, she wrapped her legs around Grey's body, locking her feet together and trapping him between her sexy thighs.

Not that he was complaining though. Grey leaned in to squeeze her fleshy mountains and suck on her delicious nubs. Needing something tougher to hold on, Crystal held Grey's head to her tits as tightly as she could. Occasionally, she'd let him up to breath and switch nipples, but that was about it.

When she let him up to breath again, Grey grabbed one of her legs and raised it up in the air, turning her onto her side and fucking her perpendicularly. It helped him plunge deeper into her dripping cunt and elicit those sexy moans Crystal made. However, it was all too soon that his own resistance began to wear down from the intense fucking he was giving her.

He wasn't the only one close to cumming. Crystal was literally teetering on the brink of orgasm, just barely able to keep it at bay. But in one second, her legs cramped and her body gave in to the pleasure she withheld from herself. Euphoria flooded through her as her body bucked, unwilling releasing an ocean of an orgasm.

"I love starting my day off like this," Crystal smiled at him sweetly.

"Who says this is the end?" he kissed her.

"Sorry, I've got to get back to Headquarters," she replied, shaking her head as she got dressed.

"Already?," he asked. But after looking Crystal in the eye, he asked, "You can't stay a little bit longer?"

"Nope," Crystal shook her head. "You see me getting in my uniform, don't you?"

"No," Grey denied, despite him staring at her sexy body filling out her uniform.

"Then get some glasses," she laughed. "But seriously, I've got to go. I need to be there in forty minutes."

"Right, you work in the morning," Grey yawned as he stretched, feeling his body beginning to shut down.

Sleepily, he crawled into bed watching Crystal's firm ass walk out the door. Now that's a zzzzz, he thought as he fell asleep.

*****

"Morning," the Commander greeted as he walked into the Meeting Room. "Alright let's get busy. Thanks to the weather, we have officially entered a new season. A new season means new problems. New problems mean new solutions, which in turn leads to new objectives that need to be met. Does anyone have any questions?"

They shook their heads.

"Good," Commander Shinobay continued. "Our objective is going to be extremely complex and difficult: tourism . . . again."

"Damn it," Osprey muttered.

"Is there a problem?" Commander Shinobay raised a brow.

"There's always one person that ends up causing trouble for others," Ghost sighed. "We just don't like dealing with them."

"I do," Jasper disagreed.

"You're excluded," Osprey rolled his eyes.

"Well, given how tourism makes up a quarter of our economy," the Commander explained, "we don't really have a choice."

"Can we trade with other countries instead?" Zipper inquired.

"No," Commander Shinobay said. "We have nothing of value to sell."

"Shit," Zipper complained.

"Back to what I was saying," Commander Shinobay continued, "the Committee have stepped up their rules and regulations on dealing with tourists. Here's a pamphlet for each of you, so read it thoroughly."

"Are the tourists going to have to read a pamphlet?" Ghost asked, showing irritation .

"Yes," Commander Shinobay confirmed, "and if they refuse to follow the guidelines, they'll be in some sort of tourist jail."

"They have a tourist jail?" Jasper asked.

"They sure do," Cherry nodded. "It says in the pamphlet that's it's supposed to inspire obedience, or so they say."