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The rogue black ops team got what they needed from Saddam's palace. The team began packing up, getting ready to head out for their next mission. Adler thought back to when he and Park were on good-ish terms. It was very rare for Adler to feel anything when it came to his job but the bridges he burned back in 1981, that was something he wished hadn’t happened. It was all part of the job. He knew why Park cut off contact as well as Sims. Bell.  

Before Adler left, he spoke to Park one last time. 

“Hey Park, got a minute?” Adler asked. 

“I thought you would be gone by now, Adler. What is it?” Park asked. 

“About us. I want to repair the friendship we once had.” Adler said. 

“Adler, after what happened all those years ago, I don’t think we could. You made your choice and I made mine.” Park explained. 

“Park, why did you cut off contact? I could’ve used your help for several missions.” Alder asked. He knew the answer, he just wanted to bring up the topic of said question. 

“You know damn well why. After everything that happened, Bell helped us and in the end, you shot her and threw her off that cliff. She gave everything to help us and in the end, it cost her far more than any of us had to pay.” Park said. 

“I’m sorry Park but Bell is dead. It had to be done.” Adler explained. 

“Had to be done. And what about you? You blew up Verdansk and killed countless innocent people and yet you got to walk away without so much as a slap on the wrist. And don’t try to use what did to you as an excuse because it was proven that you broke free of his mind control long before you blew Verdansk to hell.” Park argued. 

“Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did there. I let my paranoia consume me and it cost countless innocent people their lives. All I can do is keep going and hope to do right by them.” Adler responded. 

“And what about Bell? What about doing right by her?” Park hissed. 

“I’m sorry Park. Like I said, Bell is dead. Here, this is for you.” Adler handed Park an envelope. “Goodbye Park. Hope we can meet again one day.” 

Adler was gone. His words echoed through Parks mind for days. Bell is dead. After hearing that sentence play through her head over and over, Park caught onto something. Adler said that ‘Bell is dead’ not ‘Bell is dead’. Does that mean...? Could she possibly...? 

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Several months had passed since Park received that envelope from Adler. Her job in Iraq was done, now she was heading back to MI6. They were ready with her next assignment, she was ready with something else. 

She entered the directors office and sat down. 

“Agent Park, glad to have you back.” The director said. 

“Likewise sir.” Park replied. 

“We have your next assignment ready for you. The file is on your desk. You have a week to recover then you set out to Australia.” The director said. 

“Apologies sir but I can’t do that.” Park said. 

“Why not? Did you suffer an injury in Iraq?” The director asked. 

“No sir. I’m resigning.” Park said. 

“Resigning? You can’t resign, we need you. You’re one of our best agents.” The director said. 

“I can and I am sir. My letter was already sent to you last month. Here's a copy.” Park handed her letter of resignation to the director who didn't look pleased. “I’ll have my officed cleared out within the hour.” Park left and headed to her office. 10 minutes later, a young man entered her office. 

“Hey boss, heard your quitting? That true?” He asked. 

“It is.” Park said. 

“Yikes. That explains why the big guy is freaking out.” He replied. 

“Not my problem anymore. He’ll get over it in time. Besides, before I resigned, I recommended you for the new position that I’m leaving.” Park said. 

“Seriously? Are you sure I'm ready for that?” He asked. 

“I am. You've learned well, performed beyond expectation. All that’s missing for you now is the position.” Park said. “I wish you the best.” Park left her office several minutes later with a box of her stuff. At the top was a picture, back in that safehouse all those years ago. A picture of Park, Lazar, Sims, Woods, Mason and Bell. Adler and Hudson refused to take part in the picture.  

[Several days later] 

Park was now in Russia, heading to the address the letter Adler gave had provided. That's all it was, an address. Park could only hope she wasn’t being duped. She arrived at a small town hours later. She asked around about the address which pointed her to a house up the mountain. Using a rental car, Park headed up the mountain. The house looked nice, warm. Parking the car, near what looked to be a garage, Park headed to the door. She knocked twice. The door opened to reveal her. Bell. As beautiful as the day Park saw her. 

“Bell.” Park whispered. 

“Park? What are you doing here?” Bell asked. 

Instead of answering, Park placed her hands on Bells cheeks, rubbing her fingers around, making sure Bell was real. She was. Tears began to fall down Parks cheeks. 

“You’re alive.” Park muttered. 

Bell wrapped her arms around Park. “I am.” She said back. 

Both held each other tightly, as if letting go would cause the other to vanish. Bell escorted Park inside, seating her down on the sofa near the fire place. “How did you find me?” Bell asked. 

“Adler. He gave me an envelope that contained an address. Before we parted, he said ‘BELL is dead.’. 

[Y/N POV] 

“That is true. I go by Y/N now.” You explained 

“Why fake your death?” Park asked. 

“Adler said it would be for the best. Apparently the CIA didn’t want any loose ends, including me. Adler thought differently. The sacrifice I made was worth letting me live, though Bell had to die so we faked my death and Bell was officially declared K.I.A” You explained. 

“Why didn’t you try to reach out to us?” Park asked. 

“Part of the agreement was me not contacting the old team. Adler didn’t want to risk anyone spilling to the CIA.” You explained. 

“All these years, I thought you were dead.” Park whispered. 

“I’m sorry Park. Truly.” You said, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. You both sat there for a while in blissful silence. “So how have you been since Solovetsky?” 

“I’ve been better. Served out in Iraq for quite a while. That's where I met Adler again. It's where he told me you were still around.” Park said. 

“How has Adler been? I heard he got brainwashed a while back.” You asked. 

“He’s been better too. After that incident, he just kept going. I never spoke to him until he came to Iraq. He needed help getting into Saddam Hussains palace and since our goals aligned, I went against my pride and chose to help him. He and his team helped with the scud launchers around the area along with some other things. From what I’ve heard, Pantheon has been stopped.” Park explained. 

“And you? What happened after you left Iraq?” You asked. 

“I quit MI6. My boss was not happy.” Park chuckled. 

“Sounds about right. You were good at what you do.” You said with a smirk. 

“Bell... Y/N, I’m sorry... about everything. MKULTRA... it was a last resort. The very last option we had. I...” Park stuttered, tears rolling down her cheeks. You cut her off by gently kissing her. 

“It’s all in the past, Park. I’m here, you’re here. I know you’re sorry. That's all that matters.” You said. Several hours passed. You and Park ate dinner, caught up on events since Solovetsky. Once it was 11PM, you led Park to the other bedroom you had. It was there since you arrived but never had any use for it. You made sure to keep it clean. You were about to head to your room when Park stopped you. 

“Y/N, can I stay with you tonight, please? I’m not expecting anything to happen but... I’m scared that you might disappear if...” You placed a finger over her lips. 

“Of course Park. I’d be glad to.” You said. You both got ready for bed and cuddled under the covers, letting the sweet silence of sleep take you. 

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[Y/N POV] 

The days passed by peacefully. You showed Park around town, introducing her to various shops, restaurants and parks before heading back home. You may have picked up several dozen oat cookies from the bakery. Everything seemed to be going fine... until it hit you. 

You felt it as you awakened. Your rut as it was called. A side effect of your fathers experimentation to make you into a powerful weapon. You needed to act quickly. You placed a note on the front door that you would be unavailable for the next week, rushed down into the basement and opened the door to your saferoom. You set a timer for 1 week from today, then it would open back up. The room was stocked with enough essentials to last longer than one week, better to be safe than sorry. You sealed the room and let the wave rush over you. 

[Park POV] 

You woke up, the sun peering through the curtain. Bell... Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she was downstairs. You went into the bathroom and washed up, ready for the day. When you went downstairs, Y/N was still nowhere to be seen. The doors were locked and a storm had just begun raging outside. It's doubtful she would have gone into town. So where could she be? 

You looked around the house, still unable to find her. Where could she possibly be? Perhaps the basement? You headed downstairs, the light was on. Guess she must be down here? In the basement was a massive metal door. A saferoom? You moved closer, seeing numbers on a small panel. A timer... set for one week.  

“Y/N? Are you in there?” You called. No answer. You checked the console and found that it had a camera that had video disabled but the microphone and audio worked. Several buttom presses and a microphone appearing then you spoke. 

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” You asked into the microphone. 

“P....Park... Wha... RRRGGGHHH.” Y/N groaned.  

“Y/N what’s going on? Why are you locked in there?” You asked. 

Suddenly a loud bang could be heard on the door.  

“Leave Park.... Go.” Y/N hissed. 

“Y/N, What’s wrong?” You asked again. 

“R...Rut.... Bad... hurts...” Y/N whined. 

“A rut?” You thought to yourself. Isn’t that something certain animals go through? Why would she be going through a rut? Wasn't that also for male animals? 

You tried to activate the video feed but nothing worked. 

“Y/N... what’s going on?” You asked. 

Another bang on the door, this time it left a dent. 

“Can’t... can’t control... hurts....” Y/N groaned. 

“Y/N... let me help you.” You said. 

“No... Not like that... bad...” Y/N groaned. You heard something scraping against the metal. 

“Y/N... How do I open this door?” You asked. 

“Are... Are you sure.... Park? Once start.... can’t stop...” Y/N hissed, groaning again. 

“I’m sure. Let me help you.” You pleaded. 

A moment of silence passed before Y/N spoke again. “Code is.... 1-7-3-7-9-7-5-3-0-2-7" 

You entered the code and before you could blink, Y/N had you pinned against the wall. You felt something rubbing against you leg as Y/N took a deep sniff of your neck. You looked down to see a penis, strange in look. 

“Park..... I....” Y/N whimpered. 

“It’s alright Bell. Let's get more comfortable before we start, ok?” You said softly. 

Y/N nodded and led you inside the saferoom. Inside was a bed, a cabinet, and several cupboards along with a fridge, a sink and a stove. Y/N led you to the bed and sat down, her face showed she was in pain. 

You quickly removed your clothes and laid down on the bed. 

[Y/N POV] 

There Park laid, bare and beautiful. You swallowed hard. “P...park... may I?” 

“Go ahead. It’s alright, I trust you.” Park spoke softly. 

You lowered yourself between her legs. You wanted to make sure she would be ready enough to take you properly. You inserted your tongue inside her pussy, reaching all the way to the entrance to her womb. You lapped her walls as her hips bucked up, enjoying every second of it. Your mind went back to before... when you... NO, THIS ISN’T LIKE THEN. You’re not that person anymore. You fought against your nature. Park was willing, agreeing to this. 

Once you felt she was ready enough, you removed your tongue and lined yourself up with her. 

“Are... are you ready?” You asked, swallowing hard again. 

“Yes. I’m ready.” Park panted. 

You slowly inserted yourself inside her, her gasps sounding like music to your ears. Once you were bottomed out inside her, you released a relieved sigh. It was as if the pain was gone... mostly. It still lingered but at least you could hear yourself think. 

You began to thrust slowly in and out of Park, her moans sounding like melody. 

“Y...Y/N... why did you plan to lock yourself in here for a week?” Park asked between pants. 

“Because... that’s how long my ruts last. A week, four times a year.” You panted, picking up the pace with your thrusts. God her pussy felt like heaven made real. 

[Park POV] 

There was more questions you wanted to ask but that could wait. Y/N needed you now. 

[Y/N POV] 

Your thrusts became faster and slightly harder, this feeling was beyond compare. The squelches from Parks soaking wet pussy edged you on further. God how much time had passed? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? You had no idea. You were so lost in the pleasure of finally feeling relief after so many years was mind melting. 

You could feel that tingling deep in your cock, you were about to cum. “Park... I... I’m going to cum...” 

“Do it... cum inside me.” Park panted. 

Several more thrusts passed until you bottomed out inside her, your knot expanding until Parks pussy was completely sealed then you released countless ropes of hot cum inside her to the point her belly began to swell. Parks erotic moans were like a chorus of angels. Once you were no longer cumming, your entire body relaxed. You laid beside Park, still inside her, your eyes slowly fluttering closed. 

[Park POV] 

Y/N laid quiet, her entire being looked completely relaxed. She remained buried inside you, perhaps it was a comfort thing or something that help with her rut. Her legs wrapped around your waist, her cock inside you, her head rested against your chest. She seemed smaller than you in this moment. You wrapped your arms around her after pulling up the blanket at the bottom of the bed, covering you both in its warmth. You both slept peacefully, Y/Ns soft snoring barely making any noise as you fell asleep. 

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The week passed by rather quickly. It was the first time you were able to enjoy a rut. Never in your life had something like this ever felt so amazing, not even those fleshlights you had could make you feel like this. However... it was obvious that Park had questions but you would wait until she wanted to ask them, which wouldn’t be long. 

You were sat in the living room, sipping on some tea with Park sat beside you when she began asking her questions. 

“So... how exactly did... this... happen?” Park asked. 

“This happened back when I was forced to work for Perseus.” You answered. 

“Forced?” Park asked. 

“Yes. Most of us were forced to work for him. Kidnapped off the streets, drugged and beaten into submission. I was kidnapped from an orphanage and put through the ringer until Perseus saw me as useful to his cause.” You explained. 

Park remained silent, her cup now sitting on the table as you continued. 

“After about... 17 years? Of serving him, he decided to conduct some experiments. He had been led to believe that the perfect weapon could be created by splicing human and animal DNA together. I was forced to undergo this experiment. I was the only one who ‘succeeded’. I was given wolf DNA. Perseus had hoped that using the DNA splicing with a wolf would allow someone to use pheromones to control people, to bend them to his will. While it did work to an extent, it wasn’t without its drawbacks. My rut being one of them.” You explained. 

“What happened?” Park asked. Something you wish she hadn’t. 

“The first time I had a rut was around 1 month after I was altered. I remember it vividly. The poor woman walked into the lab to check my vitals. She was innocent, unaware of the true horrors that happened in that place. The moment she entered the lab, my senses went haywire. I destroyed my chains and pinned her against the wall. I was gone, the wolf was in control, though I could still see everything, hear everything, feel everything. The girl tried to fight back, to get me off of her... but it wasn’t enough. She had tried to flee the lab... but the door was locked. I tore the girls clothes off and... forced myself upon her.” You answered, tears running down your cheeks. 

Park took your hand in hers, gently rubbing her thumb along your knuckles. 

“She fought back at every chance but nothing helped her. Eventually I got angry at her resistance and... I snapped her neck.” You clenched your fists to the point you drew blood. “I continued to desecrate her even after she was dead. No matter what I tried, nothing I did could stop myself. No one did anything to stop me, did nothing to save the girl from me. I continued to desecrate her corpse until a week later when my rut had finally ended. I remembered every single second as though I was the one in control. Once it was over, All Perseus did was smile and place his hand on my shoulder. He claimed that she died to further his goals and that now, he had the means to create more like me. I hated myself after that so I... I locked myself in a room and chopped my new appendage off. Perseus didn’t like that one bit. Though my appendage grew back, I refused to ever lose myself to my ruts again. Perseus kept trying to get me to release myself on different females over the years but nothing ever came of it. He eventually moved on to his plan to use the greenlight missile but ultimately came back to the splicing project. That's why I was on that airfield with Arash. He was angry that Perseus hadn’t taken notice of him managing to steal the Greenlight missiles, focusing solely on me. So Arash kidnapped me, and tried to kill me on that airfield. The file he handed me was to make it seem like I was one of Perseus’s inner circle members which wasn’t entirely false, Perseus tended to run his mouth more often than not. That's how I knew where his greenlight missiles were.” You finished explaining. You finally noticed that your hands were pouring with blood, Park gently cleaning them and bandaging them up. 

“Y/N... I... I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.” Park said softly. 

“I just wish I could have stopped myself back then. Perhaps I could have prevented that girl from dying.” You muttered. 

“It’s best not to think like that. Yes, you did something horrific but it wasn’t your fault. You were forced into that situation, you tried to stop yourself but couldn’t. You said the door was locked and that Perseus was... happy with the situation which leads me to believe he planned on something like that happening. You can’t blame yourself for something that was out of your control.” Park said. Once she finished patching up your hands, she pulled you close and wrapped you in her arms. “A part of you will always blame yourself since it was you that inflicted that pain but it wasn’t your fault. You were merely another pawn in someone else's game.” 

You both sat there in silence until Park asks another question. 

“So these ruts... they last a week, four times a year?” 

“Yep.” You said. 

“What happens if you don’t... relieve yourself?” Park asked. 

“A shit ton of pain, cum leaking everywhere and an uncontrollable arousal that lasts the whole week.” You muttered. 

“Well... it’s a good thing I’m here now.” Park said. 

You looked to her, a soft smile on her face. 

“Are you sure? It can get very tiring for someone not like myself.” You asked. 

“Of course I’m sure. I don’t know if it’s not obvious but I’m pretty infatuated with you Y/N. I have been for many years, ever since you captured Volkov all those years ago.” Park said. 

You cuddled into her. “I thought it was just me being under MKULTRAS control after I remembered everything. I had no idea these feelings were real.” 

“I won’t deny that Adler had abused the power he had over you, using the phrase to manipulate you for more than just leading us to information. I would never had gone further than what we had already done, I hated that we had to do it in the first place.” Park said. “Adler had noticed the looks you would give me and he had hoped to use it to his advantage but I outright refused even though I was also giving much similar looks to you.” 

“Is that why it always felt like someone was watching me?” You asked. 

“No. That was Adler and his blatant paranoia. I just wish we never had to go that far.” Park said. 

“Is... is it a bad time to mention that I didn’t understand English?” You asked. 

“What?” Park asked. 

“I had no idea what anyone in that place was saying for the most part. Only after MKULTRA had altered my brain was I able to understand everything that Adler kept asking.” You replied. 

“You mean to tell me... that he didn’t bring someone in to translate?” Park asked. 

“No. No one in that place spoke a hint of Russian.” You answered. 

Parks brows furrowed. Oh it would seem that Adler had been holding out on some information. Hell’s about to let loose.