After another assassin interfered in your mission, youβre tasked with eliminating him. But what do you do when he turns out to be none other than your husband?
(Heavily inspired by the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005), but you donβt have to have watched it to read it.)
β§ Xavier x fem!reader
β§ Word count: 17.3k
β§ Content: mdni 18+, violence, no Evol, Alternate Universe, cameos of other LIs, fluff, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, oral f receiving, vaginal fingering, softdom!xavier, jealousy
β§ read on ao3 β§
Up on the roof, the wind blew relentlessly. Despite the cloudless sky, the glare of the midday sun was no match for the biting late autumn air, raising goosebumps on your exposed arms.
You heed it no mind as you remained motionless with your gaze fixed on the opposite building through the scope, the brim of your cap shielding your eyes from the blinding rays of sunshine. In a couple of minutes, the target should be brought to the 28th floor, right where your sniper rifle was pointing at.
βStatus?β Taraβs voice sounded through the comms channel.
With a quick press on your earpiece, you responded, βTook up designated post. Awaiting target. Whatβs the ETA?β
βThree minutes. Target is brought to the elevator,β she said. You checked your watch. βOnce youβre done, proceed to the rendezvous point.β
βCopy.β
Your focus shifted back to the building across the street. Steadying your breathing, your fingertip hovered over the trigger as you waited for the target to step out of the elevator and into your line of sight.
Sudden movement caught your eye, prompting you to look up from the scope. βYouβve gotta be kidding meβ¦β
A window cleaner ascended on his lifting platform, climbing steadily up the buildingβs facade. To your annoyance, it stopped directly in front of the window for your intended shot, blocking your view of the elevator.Β
There shouldnβt have been any cleaners scheduled for todayβyou had made sure of itβand instinct told you this wasnβt a coincidence.
After checking your watch again, you stretched your neck and tightened your hold on the handle. You spun the rifle, locking onto the cleaner and tracking his movements.Β
Male, athletic physique, clad in black clothing, face obscured by a cap and sunglasses. So most certainly not a civilian, and he wasnβt even hiding it. Something metallic reflected the sunlight, drawing your attention to his hands. Your eyes narrowed to slits. Was that an MP7 he was loading?
He would ruin your shot, leaving you no choice but to take him out first. The guards inside would be alerted, your cover blown, but there was still a chance for a second shot at the target, if you reloaded fast enough.
βT-minus ten seconds,β Tara announced.
You cursed under your breath. It was a gamble, but there was no time to think of a better plan.
Forehead furrowed in concentration, you took aim and pulled the trigger, the silencer swallowing the shot. The bullet missed him by a hairβas if he had anticipated it, he had dodged to the left. Surprised, your eyes widened. It was a clean shot. How could you have missed him?
His head whipped in your direction, but you were already moving your rifle to the window behind him. Without a pause, you swiftly reloaded, scanning the inside of the building for the target.Β
Your missed shot had found its mark somewhere beyond the window, sending the guards inside to scramble into action. As soon as the target emerged from the elevator, hands tied and surrounded by four heavily armed escorts, he was tackled to the ground to shield him from incoming bullets.
They hadnβt spotted you. Instead, they aimed their guns at the window cleaner, but he was already shooting at them, shattering the glass in the process.Β
Heart pounding in your chest, you tried to remain calm as you searched for an opening to the targetβbut to no avail. Too many people covered him. The window cleaner guy was also unsuccessful, as his element of surprise had been ruined by your failed attempt to eliminate him. The two of you couldnβt get a clean shot.Β
The last thing you saw of the target was a flash of purple hair before he was crowded by more guards and dragged away to another room.
Shit.
With the target gone and the guards firing at him, the window cleaner guy held onto a rope attached to his belt you hadnβt noticed before, pressed a button, and gracefully let himself be pulled upwards toward the roof.
On his way up, you locked him in your viewfinder, inhaling deeply, and on your exhale, you fired. The bullet managed to graze his leg, but he didnβt seem particularly impressed. While one hand was gripping the rope, the other held up his submachine gun and aimed in your direction.
The hail of bullets missed youβonly because you had dropped to the ground, pressed flatly against the concrete. One of them struck your phone that was propped on the border, sending it flying across the roof. Fortunately, it was only a work phone for missions.Β
You remained pressed to the floor as you frantically packed your gear, then you sprinted to the exit.
βStatus?β
βTarget got away,β you panted as you ran down the flight of stairs, adrenaline rushing through your veins. βUnidentified individual interfered. Mission aborted.β
βCopy. Extraction point was moved. Thereβs a car waiting.β
When you reached the ground floor, you dashed outside and straight into the black van waiting at the curb. With a frustrated exhale, you took off your cap and ran a hand through your hair. As you drove by, you looked out the tinted window to the building, but he was already gone.
Your head hit the backrest as you slumped against it. Andrew glanced at you through the rearview mirror, one corner of his mouth tugging upwards at your disgruntled state. βIt went excellent, I take it?β
At your answering glare, he held up his free hand in surrender, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him.Β
You two had been locked in a constant battle of snarky comments and competitive bickering since the day you had begun working for the Hunter Agency. Despite being a team and all that, you both tried to one-up each other every chance you got. And you failing an important mission such as this one, was like a heaven-sent opportunity for Andrew to tease you. Especially considering you had recently been declared the agencyβs best operative and appointed to this task because of it.
When you arrived at Headquarters, everyone was staring, their eyes following you as you made your way toward Simone. Her frantic hammering of keys on her keyboard told you she was just as tense as you were. You dropped your bag with the rifle onto her desk, prompting her to look up. A startled pause before her eyes widened.
βShe already called,β was all she said, and it was all she needed to say.
Simone nodded toward Tara who was on a call. When Tara spotted you, a barely perceptible wince crossed her face. She walked over and handed you the phone. With one last unconvincingly reassuring smile, she hurried to her own desk.
In the car, you had mentally prepared for the inevitable reprimand of your superior in her familiar cold tone laced with disappointment. At the mission briefing, she had stressed how critical the success of this mission was, and now that you fumbled it, you would have to live with the consequences.
There was no exchange of greetings as you placed the phone to your ear. βYou have 48 hours to eliminate the other agent, otherwise your compromised identity leaves us no choice but to relieve you of your duties,β Jenna declared, and a shiver went through your body.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. βIβll make sure to leave no trace.β
With that, the call ended.
Staring at the opposite wall and slightly confused how Jenna had reached the conclusion that your identity was compromised, your thoughts were racing. You didnβt think he saw you well enough to recognise you, but that didnβt matter as long as your boss believed he did. In order to get out of this mess, you had to find out who he was, who he worked for, and then take him out.
Your hand tightened around the small device as you turned to your team. βFind him.β
Simone was already reviewing the footage of all the security cameras in the proximity while Tara and Nero checked for any digital footprint.
Without meeting your eyes, Nero requested your work phone for the analytics, and, with a surge of added frustration, you realised that, in your haste, you had left it behind after it got destroyed.
Sinking into your chair, you buried your face behind your hands. You had been careless, made one mistake after another like an amateur. Dealing with this required efficiency and error-free execution, so whatever happened today, couldnβt repeat itself.
You just had to find him first.
-
Your drive home was spent in frustrated silence. You parked your car in the garage next to your husbandβs silver Aston Martin and navigated your way through the familiar path of your yard to your front door, your rose bushes that won you the neighbourhood garden award two years in a row lining the way.
βHey Mrs. Shen!β a young boyish voice called out from the sidewalk. For a heartbeat, you looked accusingly heavenward, as if some kind of higher power had deliberately decided that today would be your worst day.
Hand lifted in the air in greeting, the browned-haired son of your neighbours jogged towards his house.
βEvening Caleb,β you greeted back, already turning to your door.
It wasnβt that you didnβt like him. He was a little charmer, always complimenting you and asking if you needed help whenever he caught you in your garden shed, thinking you were about to do some gardening. In reality, that was just where you had your weapons reserve.Β
However, you couldnβt shake the feeling he had an infatuation with you as his compliments seemed to walk that fine line between flattering and inappropriate, each time becoming more shameless. Besides, he was the reason you didnβt hang your clothing outside to dry anymore, since some of your underwear kept mysteriously disappearing. Considering both his fathers werenβt interested in women, and with no other neighbours around, it only left him as the culprit. Or a postman, but that was unlikely.
Of course, you never mentioned any of that to your husband. Even though Caleb was just a teenage boyβdespite him constantly insisting he was βmature for his ageβ accompanied by a waggle of his eyebrowsβyou didnβt believe that would necessarily keep your husband from trying to strangle him. He was, after all, a jealous man.
Not that you particularly cared, but you suspected one of Calebβs fathers to be an arms dealer, and you simply didnβt want to start a fight with the local gang. As long as your neighbour didnβt interfere with your business, you wouldnβt interfere with his.
βYour new curtains in the living room look great!β Caleb shouted over to you, his face split by a wide grin.
βThanks!β you shouted back and unlocked your door with your fingerprint.Β
Wait. But before you could have asked how he knew you had new curtainsβnot even your husband had noticed themβCaleb was already gone, swallowed by the shadows behind the driveway to his house.
Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. You had more pressing problems.
βIβm home,β you announced once you were inside. The smell of your husbandβs cooking wafted over to you from the kitchen as you shed your coat. He was making hot pot again. He usually reserved it for days when one of you was feeling down since it had always been your shared comfort food. The spicy broth and tender meat reminded you two of the day you first met, a memory steeped in warmth and laughter.
-
It was at an old hot pot place in Chansia City. A seemingly innocuous location, but in the backroom, nestled right next to the illegal gambling room, was where one of the cityβs crime lords conducted their money laundering. The local police wanted to get rid of them in one go, a simple breach and clear operation. However, your agency favoured a more subtle approach. So they sent you to discreetly eliminate him.
The βdiscreetβ part had proven to be more difficult than expected, and due to unforeseen problems, you were forced to make a rapid escape before one of his henchmen could spot you standing over their boss, who was bleeding out on the floor, wide, empty eyes staring into space. Unfortunately, they had heard noises and began investigating.
When you re-entered the restaurant through the βstaff onlyβ door, you saw him. In a booth alone, bathed in the last rays of sunlight shining through the window, he sat calmly eating his hot pot while absorbed in a comic bookβa stark contrast to the gruesome scene just moments before. The way the light was caught by his silver hair cast him in an almost ethereal glow and held your gaze captive.
Something drew you to him and from one moment to the next, you found yourself sitting across from him in his booth. At your sudden appearance, he looked up from the page he was reading, blue eyes blinking twice as if he was verifying your existence before they assessed you with open curiosity.
βIs this seat taken?β you blurted out like a fool, as if you hadnβt already sat down.
βItβs now,β the silver-haired stranger responded, tilting his head. A simple statement delivered with a matter-of-fact tone and no hint of sarcasm.
Under the weight of his full attention, you became hyperaware of your own words and movements, causing you to feel uncharacteristically nervous. Just a minute ago, you most certainly hadnβt felt nervous when you punctured the heart of that dude in the backroom.
As if on cue, the door to said backroom was thrown open, and three of the henchmen stepped out, handguns barely concealed by their suit jackets. As they scanned the restaurant, searching for the culprit who killed their boss, they appeared to be looking for people who were alone.
He followed your gaze to the visibly agitated men questioning customers and stalking through the place with concentrated purpose. Leaving the restaurant right now would raise unnecessary suspicion, so the best course of action was to stay and convincingly pretend you belonged there with the handsome stranger in front of you.Β
βIβm Y/N.β Why you revealed your real name to him, you couldnβt say.
To your surprise, he silently pushed the bowls brimming with an array of vegetables, meat, and other ingredients closer to the middle around the steaming pot, and offered you a pair of chopsticks. βDo you want to join me, Y/N?β
Your mouth curved into a smile, but it faltered once you noticed the amount of food on the table. βIβm sorry, were you waiting for someone?β
βNo,β he replied, and already resumed eating. Something soft gleamed in his eyes when he glanced at you and added, βBut I donβt mind company.β
Wow, it seems he has quite the appetite. It could easily be assumed he had ordered for two, considering the mountainous pile of food between you. That made your little act in front of the henchman all the more convincing. When they arrived at your table, you were pretending to be very engrossed in enjoying your meal.
βHey, did you come here together?β one of them asked, coming dangerously close to scrutinise you two. Trying your best to maintain your composure, you shot an anxious look over to the man across from you, but his eyes were solely fixed on the meat simmering in the pot, his chopsticks moving with elegant precision.
βYes,β he simply said, not minding them at all.Β
To an outside observer, you likely looked just like any other ordinary couple on a date. That was probably why they left without another word.
You released the breath you hadnβt realised you were holding, and allowed yourself to relax in your seat. Now that the situation was taken care of, there was an amused smile on your face as you regarded him more closely. βYou havenβt told me your name.β
He paused to meet your eyes, offering a smile in return. βIβm Xavier.β
You sat there for hours, finishing your meal and talking until the sun had disappeared behind the buildings. Outside the restaurant, he hadnβt hesitated to say, βI want to see you again.β
Enjoying his directness that belied his unassuming appearance, you accepted without having to think about it. Your attraction was undeniable. He wasnβt just handsome, he was beautiful. Soft silver-blonde strands, striking blue eyes, and a lean, firm body sculpted by years of training as he was working for the police.
Beneath his stoic, calm demeanour, he possessed a remarkable boldness and effortless confidence that left you wondering what else he was hiding behind his feigned innocence.
You found out rather fast. Usually, you would wait until you got to know someone better, but Xavier managed to get you on your backβamong other positionsβalready after the first date. That something that had initially drawn you to him kept pulling you in, like a moth you were drawn to his light.Β
Falling in love had never been an option in your line of work, not to mention maintaining a long-term romantic relationship, but you found yourself willing to try.
Seven months later, you got married.Β
Every one of your friends thought you were crazy, that you were rushing things, but you knew, with a certainty that couldnβt be put into words, that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.
And that remained true, on your end at least. Xavier, however, seemed to have changed his mind a year into your marriage.Β
At the beginning, it was like a dream. Lingering touches, stolen kisses, the comfort of his presence, and morning sex before sleep had barely released you from its clutches.Β
But then, a shift.Β
You didnβt know what caused the change, but suddenly he withdrew. He became like a distant star. No matter how many times you tried to reach for him, you could never bridge the widening space between you.Β
So eventually, you stopped trying. Instead of living together, you began to simply exist in the same house, leading two separate lives and drifting apart day by day.
-
And here you were. Two years later.
βHow was your day?β you asked as you entered the kitchen and greeted Xavier with a kiss on his cheekβa gesture that was more routine than a show of affection.Β
He had changed out of his police uniform, now wearing a white hoodie, and his hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower he must have had before you arrived home.
His βUneventful,β was delivered without taking his eyes off the chopping board, only pausing the cutting of the beef into slim slices to lean down and receive your kiss.
That was his standard response. Your conversations had settled into a predictable pattern of disinterested questions, hollow answers, and polite small talk. You never probed, nor did he. Sharing stories of your day while cuddling on the sofa belonged to the past. Sometimes, though, you caught yourself reminiscing, wishing back the Xavier, who had let you be part of his life and who wanted to be part of yours.
βHow was work?β
βAh, you know,β you waved off, already distracted by your phone, checking for updates on the agent you were searching for. He shouldnβt be too hard to locate since you had CCTV footage of him, and considering you had wounded his leg with a graze shot, maybe your team could find some drops of blood as well.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed Xavierβs left leg seemed to tighten with tension with each step he took as he began to set the table. βAre you hurt?β
βI bumped into the counter edge before you got here,β he explained, but you werenβt listening as a notification redirected your attention back to your phone. You had received an email from Simone. Unfortunately, they couldnβt find any trace of him on the roof of the opposite building. Nada, not even signs of the rope he had used to pull himself up. Your work phone was nowhere to be found as well.
You let out a frustrated sigh, slamming your phone face down onto the countertop with more force than necessary. Time was of the essence. Tomorrow, you needed to find him, or you would have trouble eliminating him in the given time frame.
After a silent dinner, the both of you retreated to your separate routines. While heΒ would usually settle himself on the sofa, playing videogames or reading a book, you would go upstairs, step into a hot bath, and enjoy your evening downtime on your own.
Once you had gotten ready to sleep, part of your bedtime ritual involved going downstairs and waking Xavier, who, without fail, managed to fall asleep every day in the most interesting of gaming or reading positions imaginable.
A short while later, he would join you in your shared bed, plopping down on his side and drifting off to sleep almost before his head hit the pillow. No talking, no cuddling, and most certainly no shared intimate moments.Β
Prior to his sudden withdrawal, he had been something close to insatiable. Once he got his hands on your skin, it was hard to detach him from you. Not that you ever complained. That was why you found yourself missing being close to him every so often, a quiet ache of wanting pulling you to him, and wondering if he ever missed you in that way too.
Your mornings were spent similarly. As if to maintain the illusion of a happy marriage, you left the house at the same time and exchanged perfunctory greetings with your neighbour Dr. Li, who had to leave for work as early as youβthe complete opposite to his husband, who usually didnβt leave the house until late in the evening.
In front of the garage, Xavier kissed your cheek and wished you a good day before getting into his car. βDinnerβs at seven,β he said like every morning. You hummed in acknowledgement and got into your own car. It always was.
And this was your everyday life with your husband.Β
Watching him drive away, the last glimpse of his car disappearing around the next corner, you asked yourself: would he always stay the distant star you couldnβt reach?
-
Tara brought you a cup of coffee when she noticed you slumped over your keyboard. Despite already having had a cup at home not that long ago, you accepted it and took a sip, the hot liquid doing nothing to soothe the anxious knot in your stomach. You hadnβt slept that night, too busy thinking about ways to find the other agent and about your time running out.Β
To get to your current position, you had poured everything into this job. Years of relentless effort and countless sacrifices later, you were finally where you wanted to be, and you were unwilling to give all that up just because of a single failed mission.
A shadow suddenly fell over you, and a glance upwards revealed a tired looking Simone, stifling a yawn. She must have spent the night reviewing all the CCTV footage.
βThis is all I could find,β she said, and after handing you a tablet, she returned to her desk. Leaning back in your chair, you propped your legs up on the desk and checked the video files she had neatly prepared.Β
Whoever he was, he had been careful. Barely any security camera had managed to capture him. And then later, it was as if he simply vanished into thin air.
The buildingβs security footage showed him as he climbed onto the lifting platform. Something in the way he moved seemed familiar, yet you couldnβt articulate why. Frame by frame, you examined him carefully. The quality left something to be desired, and the cap and sunglasses he wore made it hard to see any distinguishing features besides a flash of blonde hair peeking out from beneath the cap.
The last frames revealed his lower body as the lifting platform ascended. You paused. Sitting up in your chair, feet hitting the ground with a thud, you zoomed in as close as the grainy quality allowed and stared at your discovery.Β
There was something poking out of his pants pocket. The shape resembled the star tassel keychain you had made for Xavierβs birthday last year, since he insisted on having a physical key for your house even though he could open the door with his fingerprint.
This was just a couple of pixels, surely your brain was simply recognising patterns and matching them with something familiar.
Yet, your heart began to race as you rewind the footage and checked everything about him a second time.Β
The way his body moved, the muscles straining under the black compression shirt, was like seeing a movie you had watched a thousand times, and his hair wasnβt just any shade of blonde, but one you encountered regularly in your house, on pillows, in the shower, and sometimes on your own clothing.
You werenβt able to rationalise the unsettling truth right in front of your eyes. Especially when you spotted a ring. It was impossible to discern any pattern on the silver band, but you felt a terrifying certainty that it had a star in its center, just like your own.
There was no doubt as to who the other agent was. You stared at the screen frozen in disbelief, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs.
It was your husband.
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Dinner was at seven.
In the garage, you remained sitting in your car for a while, contemplating your next move. Xavierβs car was parked next to yours. That meant he was already cooking dinner. Or preparing an ambush.
Did he know that you were the sniper on the roof? Was he also assigned to take you out like you were him? You had been given 48 hours to get the job done, to clean up your mess. Otherwise, you would become their next target. That left you with no other choice than to end it today.
Without realising it, you had started to fidget with your wedding ring. Looking down on it now gave rise to a cocktail of mixed feelings. You had been married to this man for three years now, and it was hard to believe that everything between you had been a lie.
Even though you hadnβt been honest with him either, you had genuinely fallen in love with him. Xavier was gentle and kind, possessing a quiet dominance that made you feel some type of way. He knew how to set a trap, how to lure you in with his eyes and soft voice, and before you knew it, he had you right where he wanted.
Perhaps your marriage was some kind of elaborate trap of his as well, exploiting you for cover and playing house to raise no suspicion. Considering how distant he had become over the last two years, it was highly likely that he had no feelings for you to begin with and simply portrayed the infatuated husband until he was sure you wouldnβt leave him.
If that was true, then he wouldnβt hesitate to kill you. However, it was still a gamble. You couldnβt be sure that he knew of your actual job and involvement in yesterdayβs mission.
But did it matter? There was only one unchangeable fact: you had to eliminate him, or you would get killed yourself.
You exhaled, rubbing a hand across your face. Then, you opened your glove compartment and pocketed the gun you had stored there, tugging it in your waistband. That should be enough for now.
As you unlocked the front door, you peered through the glass but couldnβt see anything suspicious. After hanging your coat, you followed the sounds of sizzling oil to the kitchen where Xavier was standing at the stove, pan-frying steaks. Ironically, he was wearing his βnumber one husbandβ apron you had bought him for Christmas two years ago.
βIβm home.β
βYouβre just in time,β he said after you gave him the obligatory peck on the cheek to greet him. Since he seemed to be acting normally, you had to keep up the act too.Β
He handed you a glass filled with colourful liquid. An orange slice was draped over the rim, and the ice cubes inside cooled your clammy palm. βI made your favourite cocktail.β
You eyed him carefully as he turned back to the stove, flipping the steak in the pan. Would he poison you? There was no change in his behaviourβhe was as calm and composed as ever. Still, you wouldnβt drink from it just yet. Instead, you asked, βIs there something to celebrate?β
βDoes there have to be a special occasion to drink cocktails?β
βI guess not.β Discreetly, you scanned your surroundings. Pretending to be busy stirring the ice cubes around, you added casually, βDid you not make one for yourself?β
βItβs already on the table,β Xavier responded, and motioned with his head to the doorway leading to the dining room. He told you to sit down, dinner would be ready soon.
On your way to the adjacent room, you emptied the contents of your glass into the next flower pot. When you sat down at the already set table, you placed the steak knife slightly closer within reach. Shortly after, Xavier joined you and put one of the steaks on your plate.
The clinking of cutlery against porcelain was unnervingly loud in the otherwise quiet room as silence settled over the two of you, the air thick with tension. While you piled the vegetables on your plate, your mind raced. How could you find out if he wanted to poison you or not? Maybe you could feign an illness in order to get out of having to eat anything altogether.
Just as you were about to open your mouth, Xavier broke the silence. βHow was your day?β Usually, you kept your small talk to a minimum and ate without talking, but today he even sought eye contact with you from across the table.
βUneventful,β you replied, deliberately using his own words.
One corner of his mouth briefly quirked up before settling into a neutral line again. βI read the Linkon Central Bank had cut interest rates by 0.5%. That must have been a stressful day for you.β He kept his voice in a conversational tone, but you didnβt miss his scrutinising gaze as he studied your facial expression.
In all that excitement, you hadnβt kept up with the news or checked the latest figures. Xavier believed you to be a broker, representing a large trading company and overseeing their investments. A cut in interest rates would mean the investments were likely to suffer losses as stock value decreased, putting you between a rock and a hard place.Β
Was heβ¦testing you? If so, his question could be a bluff, a trap. At this moment, you couldnβt possibly check if the LCB truly had announced an interest rate cut. If what he said was true, today would have been a stressful day indeed.
You had no choice but to go along with it for now. βYeah, that did cause some problems. But nothing I couldnβt handle.β
The last part you had said while meeting his analysing stare head on, an unspoken challenge. If he was actually testing you, you wanted him to know you were ready. His face remained unnervingly stoic. He was a closed book, offering no hint of his intentions.
βDo you want some music?β he asked, stirring the conversation in a different direction. Xavier was already out of his chair and standing in front of the shelf filled with his extensive CD collection before you could have answered. You never quite understood why he insisted on buying physical copies, even though you had a streaming service subscription.
His sudden movement made you tense, and your hand reflexively shot out to grab the handle of the steak knife, hiding it in your lap. When a gentle melody began to play from the speakersβa tune you knew intimatelyβyour grip loosened, confusion and surprise momentarily flashing across your face.
Clearing your throat, you quickly composed yourself. βCocktails, our wedding songβ¦ Are you sure I havenβt forgotten our anniversary or something?β
βIf it were our anniversary, I would have brought you flowers.β He tilted his head to observe you with a small, playful smile.
That was true. He always gifted you the biggest, most beautiful bouquets you had ever seen, each yearβs arrangement more vibrant and extravagant than the last. The way he meticulously chose the flower types and colours rekindled a flicker of hope that he was about to transform back into the loving husband from the beginning of your marriage. However, his usual distant behaviour returned the very next day.
The bouquets came from his best friend Jeremiahβs flower shop, who had been his best man at your wedding. You hadnβt seen him much since then.
Xavier looked at you expectantly, one hand extended toward you. You hesitated, assessing him then his outstretched hand cautiously. It could be another trap.
βIβm really tired andββ
βJust hold on to me,β he interrupted, his smile turning into a smirk. βIβll do the rest.β
Despite every instinct screaming at you, you rose from your seat, concealing the steak knife swiftly under the napkin, and accepted his hand. Once you were in front of him, he pulled you close, his other hand finding its place on your waist. His blue eyes didnβt leave your face, and you were unable to look away too. The soft sway of the music accompanied you as he guided you elegantly through your dining room. You hadnβt been this close to him for a while and the smell of his cologne enveloped your senses.
It was difficult to understand what his plan might be, because at this point, you were convinced he had one. You had to stay vigilant and resist the magnetic pull of his gaze, the expanse of his eyes threatening to drag you into their depth. But it wasnβt easy. The whole situation plunged you back into the past, triggering a flood of memories of your wedding day. Come to think of it, back then he had looked at you the same way he did now.
Lifting his arm, he twirled you around, and when you faced him again, he pressed you even closer to him than before, the sudden closeness of his face making your breath hitch and your heart skip a beat.Β
His eyes travelled down to your lips and then back up, as if asking for permission. But you had stopped breathing, and all you did was stare at him, eyes wide and lost in anticipation. You hadnβt even realised that he had paused your waltz.
Slowly, he leaned closer, and your eyes fluttered shut instinctively, waiting for the pressure of his lips. Instead of on your mouth, you felt them brush against your jaw, a fleeting touch that then traced down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Your grip on his biceps tightened as your heart picked up its pace, still waiting for him to finally kiss your lips while his hand on your back slidΒ along your spine.
With a jolt, you shot your eyes open and tried to shove him away. But it was too late. Xavier had felt the outline of the handgun tucked in your waistband through your clothes and tightened his hold on you.
In a quick series of motions, he pulled it out from under your blouse and carelessly dropped it to the floor before spinning around and pushing you against the shelf, caging you in with his broad frame. His CDs rattled from the impact.
How could you have fallen for the most common trick in the book? Like a love-struck idiot, you had let him toy with you like that, and he didnβt even kiss you.Β
Damn him and his stupid, innocent-looking face.
βDo you want to explain to me, honey, why youβre carrying a gun in our house?β His voice was deeper than usual and there was a threatening gleam in his eyes.
βI could ask you the same thing, honey.β It was a bluff, but from the way his eyes narrowed, you knew you had guessed right.Β
You didnβt wait for him to make the first move. Raising an arm, you reached it across to push his arms down, creating an opening to knock your elbow against his head and forcing him to release his grip. As he was slightly bent over, you held onto his back, followed with a kick to his stomach, and then slammed him into the shelves next to you, causing CDs to clatter onto the ground.
Xavier recovered faster than you had anticipated, blocking the path to your gun that was lying on the ground behind him. βSo itβs true,β he said to himself rather than to you, and rubbed the spot where your elbow had made contact. What confused you was that he didnβt look angry, or particularly surprised. But there was a proud little smile playing on his lips.
Not giving him the time to collect himself, you charged forward and delivered one punch after another. However, he manoeuvred his body gracefully out of the way each time you tried to kick or strike himβa fluent dance you werenβt sure who was leading.
The fact that he wasnβt attacking you back, instead dodging effortlessly your every move, ignited a white-hot fury and simmering frustration within you. If he truly had a weapon hidden on his person too, then why wasnβt he drawing it?
Once you were close enough, you grabbed the steak knife from the table and flung it at him with practised precision, but he simply stepped to the side, the knife getting stuck in one of the paintings adorning the walls.
A corner of his mouth lifted. βYour aim certainly has room for improvement.βΒ
You huffed in response. You had a feeling he didnβt just mean the throw, but also your missed shot during your double-assigned mission.
His teasing, competitive side was coming out. It reminded you of your dating phase when you had visited a fair with a shooting booth. You had pretended to be bad at it, but after he shot each target perfectly, saying he βgot luckyβ with his feigned innocence, you had insisted on having a go again, fuelled by a stubborn need to wipe the smirk off his face. The giant bunny plushie in your bedroom was a memento from that day. The owner of the booth probably gave it out to finally get rid of the two of you.
Doubling your efforts, you advanced on him and unleashed a series of blows and kicks. He pivoted on his heel, a blur of motion as he bowed under one of your swings. With a swift grab, he caught your wrist and pulled you aside, causing you to stagger past him.
Despite not being able to hit him, you managed to make him back up and get closer to your gun. Xavier seemed to read your intention as he cocked his head after effortlessly dodging one of your attempted attacks yet again. βGo on, pick up the gun.β
You froze in place, irritation flashing in your eyes as you met his gaze. The confidence behind his words was unsettling. What game was he playing?
Not letting him out of your sight, you slowly retrieved the gun from the floor. He didnβt stir, but his eyes tracked your every movement as you raised your arm, aiming for his head. Still, no reaction. As if he was waiting for an answer to a question, he wouldnβt voice out loud.Β
Taking a step closer, he remained rooted to the spot, a silent challenge in the quirk of his raised eyebrow. Frustrated by his lack of response, you closed the distance between you. Your hand was trembling as it held the gun under his chin, forcing his head to tilt slightly backward.Β
However, you didnβt pull the trigger.Β
Xavier looked down at you through his silver strands of hair, his eyes holding your gaze. βYou canβt do it.β It wasnβt a question. He had immediately clocked your hesitation, probably way earlier than you would like to admit. In a last attempt, you narrowed your eyes and pressed the muzzle harder against his chin.
βFight back!β you demanded, frustration raw in your voice. βWhy arenβt you fighting back?β
βBecause I canβt do it either,β Xavier responded calmly.
It took a moment for his words to sink in. You studied his face for any signs of deception, but were only met by an open honesty in his unwavering gaze.
He was right. You couldnβt do it. Despite his distance in the last two years, you cared for him and found yourself unable to shoot the love of your life, even if it meant disregarding your own.Β
βI assume you were also giving a time frame to get rid of me,β he began and snapped you out of your thoughts. He didnβt wait for your answer. With his low, soft tone, he continued, βIβm not planning to kill you.β
At last, you dropped the gun with an exhale, your chests rapidly rising and falling in sync. For a moment you regarded one another. The longing in his eyes took you by surprise even though it was a reflection of your own. βThey will come for us.β
βLet them try.β
With the adrenaline still high in your systems, you crashed your lips together. There was nothing gentle about the way you devoured each other, both desperate for the taste of the other, familiar and intoxicating. It had been a long time since you had been intimate. Like a spark, your sudden need was ignited. Your hands were roaming, the need to touch every single part of him overwhelming.
Feeling his shoulders relax, Xavier sighed into your mouth, as if he had been hoping this would happen. Your back hit the nearest wall as he pressed you against it. As he kissed down your neck, your hand found purchase in his silver strands, holding on tightly, causing a groan to escape his lips.Β
His hands explored the skin beneath your blouse before they glided down your body and then hoisted you up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. He made his way through your house, stopping only to restlessly place you on a sideboard or a table and remove one piece of clothing at a time while not breaking away from your lips or your neck.
When he pulled your blouse over your head, he immediately made it his mission to litter the newly exposed skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses, making you gasp and arch into him. You tugged at his hoodie in a silent plea, one he complied with in a rapid, impatient motion.
Before you could get lost in his touch, he was moving you again, carrying you up the stairs while your mouth didnβt leave his neck. Occasionally, he would pause to chase your lips, as if he couldnβt be apart from them for too long.
Once you had reached the bedroom, he dropped you onto the mattress, and after removing his shirt, he followed closely behind. The only clothing left on you were your panties. Your head was already foggy, unable to recall when he had taken off your bra. One of his many skills was stripping you naked with such swiftness that you barely realised he had started before you were already bare underneath him.Β
Your hands reached down to free him from his pants, but he stopped you, simply getting a hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head.
βNot yet.βΒ
There it was. His quiet dominance, his careful control.
After kissing and exploring your mouth with his tongue, igniting a fire in your core, he let go of your wrists and planted kisses along his descent. Each searing kiss was more heated than the last as his lips left small red marks behind. Sucking, licking and claiming each part he had claimed before once again, making sure you remembered who you belonged to. He wasnβt just mapping you anew with his mouth but retracing his path from a time long past.
Your nails scraped across his naked back and arms, scratching his bare skin whenever he sucked on a particular sensitive spot. You could feel how he got more impatient with each scratch and tug at his hair.
One of his hands trailed down from your throat to between your breasts to your stomach while he looked at you reverently, having missed this view and the feel of your skin. Like a predator watching his prey squirm before they devour it.
When Xavier reached your thighs, you felt his hot breath against the wet patch on your underwear, making you unconsciously shift closer. His amused chuckle prompted you to open your eyes. βSomeoneβs eager.β
Just as you were about to quip back that he was just as eager as you were, he bit your thighβan unexpected, piercing sting. You inhaled sharply, the pain short-lived and replaced by a rush of pleasure as he soothed the skin with a languid lick, your legs already shaking from his attention.
βI love it when youβre trembling because of me,β he rasped with his half-lidded eyes looking up at you, his cheek resting on your thigh.
You couldnβt wait any longer, you needed some kind of friction. βXavie, please,β you whined. In your desperate state you hadnβt realised that you had said his nickname you hadnβt used in the last two years.Β
His eyes darkened with lust, glinting with something dangerous, before he impatiently tugged your panties down your legs and tossed them carelessly away. His mouth was on you a second later. A moan slipped past your lips at the sudden pressure against your clit.
Groaning at the taste, he nuzzled the lower half of his face deeper between your legs. His hands tightened around your thighs, holding them in place, as he draped them over his shoulders. βGod, Iβve missed this.β
First, he broadly dragged his tongue up and down, lapping up your taste, and then flicked it against your clit. Your back arched, legs twitching, as you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.Β
βSo responsive,β he chuckled, opening his eyes a fraction to shoot you a smug look. βYour body is telling me it missed me too.β
You werenβt able to reply as he dove back in and swirled his tongue around your clit, shortly followed by a finger slowly pumping in and out of your hole. When he added a second finger and curled them in the exact angle he knew by heart, he picked up his pace, making you see stars as he managed to hit that one spot inside you over and over again.Β
Every time you glanced down, you were greeted by the subtle flex of his shoulder blades and the contentment in his expression. Despite the hungry way he ate you out, he looked serene, radiating an angelic calm.
Already lightheaded, your hips bucked to chase your release, you felt was close, your fingers fisting his silver-blonde hair. But he abruptly stopped his movements, prompting you to whimper at the sudden loss of stimulation.
βStay still,β he commanded, his voice remaining soft, but there was a darker undercurrent that made you clench around his fingers. βOr do I need to restrain you?β
Without waiting for an answer, he pushed your knees towards your chest and resumed devouring you. One hand kept your legs up and the other returned to their relentless mission of fucking you open. It took you a considerable amount of effort to remain still, not wanting to provoke him to stop yet again.
βI need to properly prepare you for what I want to do with you.β Xavier seemed to have noticed your struggle. βSo be good for me, baby, okay?β
You nodded hastily, not fully registering his words.Β
He reduced you to a moaning mess, clawing at the sheets and legs shaking uncontrollably. Even when you thought you couldnβt take it anymore, he continued and coaxed another orgasm out of you. At one point, you had stopped counting.Β
Xavier had left you dazed, breathless, and still wanting more.
With one last, almost tender kiss to your pussy, he finally straightened, the lower half of his face glistening from your many releases. His hand reached up, his thumb caressing your cheek before parting your lips. Watching you closely as you blinked up at him blearily, he put two of his fingers in your mouth. Instinctively, you eagerly sucked on them, hollowing your cheeks and tasting yourself on his skin.
Xavierβs eyes were fixed on you, the blue of his irises eclipsed by his dilated pupils, and resembled a dark, hungry void threatening to consume you.
βDo you want to continue?β There was a hesitation to his tone, as if he wasnβt sure if he took it too far.
His question roused you from your daze, a smile spreading across your lips. βYes, I do.β
His mouth was on you before you saw his relieved expression. His fervent kisses had you melting and desperate to finally feel him inside you. Your hands travelled down to his pants, fumbling with his belt. βCondom, Xavier,β you were able to press out and unzipped his fly.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from your lips to reach for his drawer and retrieved a condom. When he didnβt move and simply stared at the packaging, you asked if everything was alright.
βTheyβre expired.β
Oh. So that meant you hadnβt had sex forβ¦a while.
He rummaged through the drawer but each one he found had the same expiration date. You might regret this later, but after years of nothing and the thrill of your fight still in your veins, you grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down to you again, kissing him urgently.
βLetβs do it without one,β you breathed, and he stilled, searching your eyes for any kind of hesitation.
βAre you sure?β
You nodded, and his ravenous eyes glazed with lust in response. The way he captured your mouth now was different from before as his tongue glided against yours in a sinful claim, shooting an electric tingle down your spine.
You and his hands moved with a shared urgency, making short work of his trousers and boxershorts. Fingers tangled in a frantic dance, both yearning to finally feel the other in a way you havenβt for so long.
Then, finally, he was bare hovering above you, pumping his cock a few times before settling between your legs. Your foreheads met, and you both sighed in pleasure as he slid inside. As if your bodies hadnβt forgotten, you moved in sync, the heat radiating from him overwhelming. His lips left yours in favour of kissing and sucking at your neck before travelling even lower to your breasts, teeth nibbling and biting the soft skin around your nipples.
Your gaze drifted to the window as a noise outside made your ears perk up. Xavier grabbed your face, forcing your attention back to him. His cheeks were flushed a rosy shade, and his eyes stared down at you with a stern intensity that bordered on a warning. βI guess I have to double my efforts if youβre this easily distracted.β
Your surprised yelp got stuck in your throat as you were suddenly flipped around and found yourself on all fours, his cock already sliding back in without giving you time to catch up.
βWait,β you gasped, trying to stop him from going deeper. The stretch was too much. Even with his extensive preparation, you still needed time to adjust to his size.
βYouβll get used to it,β Xavier said from behind you, his tone carrying a finality, a command that left no room for disobedience. Taking a shaky breath, you tried your best to relax while he grinded against you, pushing in inch by inch. βSee?β
He started slow, his hands holding your hips or trailing appreciatively down your back. βLook at you, taking me so well,β he cooed, planting a kiss on your cheek. You hummed, already lost in the sensation of his cock gliding in and out of your pussy in an agonising rhythm.
Then with his hand on your back, he pressed you down so that your face was smushed in the pillows and turned his unhurried movements to punishing thrusts. You cried out, your moans muffled by the soft fabric rubbing against your face with each slap of his hips.
His grip on you tightened, probably leaving you with bruises in the morning, as you held on to the sheets for dear life. Drunk on pleasure, your moans and sighs echoed through the room unrestrained. When one of his hands began to rub circles on your clit, the double stimulation quickly tumbled you over the edge. As you clenched around him, muscles tensing and spasming, you came with a strangled gasp and buried your face deeper into the pillows.
βThatβs it, baby,β Xavier praised and squeezed your hips approvingly. Since your thighs were shaking, and you were barely able to hold yourself up, he took a pillow and placed it underneath you. βLie down.β His command, firm but gentle, had you clench around him once more, causing a groan to escape his lips.
Now lying flat on your stomach, your ass elevated by the pillow, he hovered over you, your bodies almost pressed against each other. Showering you with kisses to the side of your face, his thrusts turned messy and even harsher as he chased his own release. Xavier observed your face with half-lidded eyes, mesmerised by the view of you mewling and shivering in response to every thrust. His heat and scent enveloped you completely and clouded your senses.
βTell me you missed me,β he rasped, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
Your voice was swallowed by the mattress as you choked, βIβahβI missed y-you.β
βI canβt hear you. Say it louder.β His hips slammed harder against you, rendering you unable to speak at all. His arm snaked around you in a sudden, possessive embrace, his hand settling on your throat before lifting your head and pressing you against his chest. βI know you can do it.β
Xavier was breathing heavily from the exertion, his hot breath raising goosebumps down your arms and spine. The pressure from his hand around your throat wasnβt enough to restrict airflow, but the dominating gesture sent a dizzying wave through you.
βI missed you,β you whimpered. βI missed you so much.β
A badly suppressed moan, followed by a stutter in his relentless pace announced his orgasm crashing over him. As he rode out his high, you felt the way he filled you up. Shortly after, he collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence as you both steadied your breathing and calmed your racing hearts.
After giving you a kiss to your temple, he gently rolled you onto your back and took in your fucked-out state with a predatory smirk.
βIβm sorry, starlight. Weβre far from done.β
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Dawn just broke and a sliver of soft light found its way through a crack in the curtains and shone down onto Xavierβs collarbone. You couldnβt help yourself and bend down, kissing the soft skin all the way up to his face. He stirred a bit, but his eyes remained closed. The hitch in his breath betrayed him. Smiling to yourself, you smothered him with kisses until he finally opened his eyes a fraction, a smile curving his lips.
βIs it my turn now?β The rasp in his voice, deep from sleep, made heat spread in your core. In one swift motion, he had you flipped on your back, his weight pressing you down as he lazily trailed warm kisses down your neck. Your breathing came in shallow as your heartbeat quickened. He knew exactly where to apply pressure, where to nib gently, and where to suck harshly, to make you restless underneath him.
The sound of cars driving onto your driveway brought you back to the present. You and Xavier exchanged a glance before jumping out of bed. A peek out the window presented you with three SUVs, each with a couple of heavily armed men swarming your yard.
Your mouth set in a hard line. βThey didnβt even wait until 48 hours were up.β
βThat doesnβt surprise me,β Xavier said, his tone serious, while his eyes assessed the situation below.
Well, it surprised you a little. After all, you had been working for your agency for years now. You always completed your work with diligence. Fast and efficient, you were their best agent. But, of course, you were replaceable; everyone was. And you had a feeling Andrew was already jumping at the opportunity to take your place at number one.
The both of you quickly grabbed clothes out of your closet since fighting naked was not something you were keen to do. Xavier threw on a black compression shirt, the same one he wore back on your mission. Now up close, you could watch how the fabric clung tightly to his biceps and revealed just the right amount of sculpted abs. When he fastened a shoulder holster around his back, you forced yourself to look away, struggling to control your drifting thoughts.
You focused your attention back on getting dressed yourself, opting for an all-black outfit, mirroring his choice. βWe need a car,β you mused out loud while putting on pants, an escape plan already forming in your head. Using one of your own cars would be too easily trackable since they were registered under your names.
βWeβll take one from the Liβs. They keep the keys in their garage,β Xavier replied. Once he was dressed and noticed your matching attire, his serious expression softened into an endearing smile.
Then, he reached underneath his bedside table, retrieved a handgun which had been attached to the underside, and tugged it in his shoulder holster. The leather straps accentuated his shoulders and chest, prompting you to glance over to him more than once.
In a secret compartment inside the closet, you got out a rifle. This was far from enough to face several armed agents with the sole purpose of ending your life. However, there wasnβt enough time to get to your weapon reserves, so you quickly made your way through the top floor of your house, collecting the few weapons you had stashed upstairs. In the end, you had a couple of throwing knives on your person, two handguns each, and your rifle.
The sound of breaking glass and the frantic pounding of several footsteps on your expensive red oak flooring made you press your backs against the wall near the stairs.
βWe could climb out the window, escape over the garage,β you suggested, holding your rifle at the ready.
Xavier shook his head, one handgun in his hands. βTheyβre already waiting for us there. Besides, we would need to round the back of the house to get to our neighbourβs yard.β
You would be lying if you didnβt at least enjoy it a little bit seeing your husband like this. Serious, competent, with that tiny furrow between his eyebrows as he meticulously thought about how to escape out of your own home. βSounds like you already have a plan.β
βFirst, we need more weapons. Thereβs a shotgun in the living room, behind the sideboard.β
Your position at the top of the stairs would have been ideal, but considering you wouldnβt have enough bullets to take them all down as they climbed the stairs, some likely attempting to gain entry through a window, it simply wasnβt a smart strategy to remain there.
βI hid another rifle in the dining room,β you added. βNow what? We just breach downstairs?β
Xavier held up a flashbang, one side of his mouth quirking up. βYes.β
He raised his hand, counting slowly, and on three, he tossed it down the stairs. A loud bang echoed through your house, followed by a burst of light, and a chorus of groans and yelps of surprise. Straightaway, you slid down the wooden railing of the stairs and started to fire.
Their momentary confusion wasnβt enough to stop the other agents from shooting the instant they spotted you. Once you hopped down onto the floor, you took cover behind the living room wall, reloading as bullets whizzed past.Β
A glance at the bottom of the stairs revealed your bra, dangling forgotten and discarded between the beams of the railing. Ah, so thatβs where it went.
With the hallway mirror, you assessed their position and gauged their movement. To cover for Xavier, you crouched down and sent a hail of shots in their direction, forcing them to run for cover. Shortly after, Xavier joined you behind the wall, taking over your position and your rifle while you quickly got the shotgun from where he had told you earlier.
Heavy footsteps came rushing closer. You shot the first person to appear in the doorway in the chest, the recoil slamming the handle against your shoulder and causing you to wince. A shotgun wasnβt usually your weapon of choice as you preferred stealth over brute firepower.
βNice shot,β Xavier complimented and swiftly took out the next one. At his praise, you couldnβt suppress your smile.
This time, they came in as a group. You immediately switched between shots and close combat. You were just choking one of them, your arm pressing against the sides of their neck while your legs tightly wrapped around their chest, when a loud crash made you look up. As if they weighed nothing, Xavier hauled one agent over him, sending him sprawling onto your coffee table, shattering it in half.
Damn. From your vantage point on the floor, you were able to watch him fight three opponents at the same time. Just as he did during the fight with you, he effortlessly moved his body out of their range and neutralised them with unsettling velocity.
When, finally, the squirming in your arms stopped, you focused back on the task at hand.Β
As the first wave was taken care of, you rolled onto the couch, ducking behind the backrest. On all fours, you propped yourself up on the armrest and peeked at the doorway.
βDoes this remind you of something?β
You felt Xavierβs hand glide down your back, a caress that stood in contrast to what that hand just did to those agents on the ground. βIt reminds me of our wedding night.β
Surprised and slightly confused by his answer, you looked over your shoulder, finding Xavier kneeling behind you with a contemplative expression.
It dawned on you what was going through his mind, and the timing couldnβt have been worse. βOh god, Xavier!β
βAh, so you remember too?β
You quickly turned around again to hide your flustered expression, your cheeks burning from the memories of your first night as a married couple. Xavier had made a point to consecrate every room and every surface to your new status, turning it into a never ending night you wouldnβt soon forget. It ended with trembling muscles and a sore throat from all the noises he had coaxed out of you. The following days, you werenβt able to walk probably.
βI meantβ You know what, nevermind.β
You were going to say it reminded you of that one time you and Xavier had thrown a garden party for the neighbourhoodβs annual get-together, and got so tired and overwhelmed by everyone that you hid inside, using the sofa as a shieldβjust like right now.
After you had checked your inventory of weapons and ammunition, you proceeded to navigate through the house and dove back into the fray. It became clear that together, you were unstoppable. As if you had been fighting side-by-side for years, your teamwork was like a well-oiled machine. What one started, the other finished, making your way forward with a relentless, efficient rhythm until you reached the back door.
Once outside, you made a run for your neighbourβs garage, unleashing a barrage of shots at the approaching agents who had been waiting in your garden.Β
βGet the car. Iβll hold them off,β you told him and reloaded the shotgun. Xavier vanished almost instantly, leaving you amazed at how fast he was moving.
Several agents were closing in, so you jumped behind a bush for cover. You paused. From here, you had a clean view of your living room and your new curtains. βSo thatβs how he knewβ¦β
Your neighbourβs Bordeaux-coloured pick-up truck screeched to a halt in front of you, and you quickly scrambled into the back seat behind the driver while Xavier shot out of the open window. The moment the car door slammed shut, he stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating around the corner onto the road at such terrifying speed that it threw you to the other side of the car with a sharp groan of pain.
βSorry,β Xavier smiled sheepishly and gave you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.
You climbed to the passenger seat and checked your magazine. βWhatβs next?β
βI know a place we can go.β His gaze flickered between the road and the mirrors. βWe just need to get rid of them first.β
With his head, he motioned to the back and a glance confirmed the three SUVs closing in, a parade of black metal tailing behind you. He pushed the accelerator further, the increasing speed pressing you into the seat. As Xavier maneuvered the truck through the busy traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions and trying his best to lose your pursuers in the maze of the city streets, you seized the opportunity to get something off your chest. What better time than now?
βWhy didnβt you fight back yesterday?βΒ
Xavier glanced in your direction before focusing back onto the road. βI could never hurt you, even if you were out to get me.β A small smile curved his lips. βAnd I wanted to see how far you would go.β
Your head whipped in his direction, but his gaze remained fixed ahead. βI wasnβt sure if our marriage was just one big cover for you,β you confessed, your fingers fidgeting with the barrel of your shotgun.
As soon as Xavier hit the highway, the three SUVs blocked all three lanes and opened fire. βHow could you think that?β he asked, genuinely confused. He yanked the wheel, swerving the truck to dodge the incoming bullets from the left side.
βYou were the one who suddenly got distant after one year of marriage,β you reminded him while rolling down your window. βAre you aware of how you acted the last two years? How was I supposed to know you still have feelings for me!β
There was a beat of silence as he thought about your answer, and you leaned out of the window, releasing a volley of shots at your attackers. βYouβre right,β he began once you were back in your seat. βI felt guilty, like Iβd been selfish marrying you, because I was putting you in danger thanks to my job. I didnβt want to drag you into this world.β Mimicking you, he rolled down his window and sent a couple of precise shots behind him, effectively puncturing the front tires of one of their cars. βBut as it turns out, I didnβt need to worry,β he added, smiling contently.
Returning his smile, you huffed playfully. βI wasnβt really careful during our first meeting. Didnβt you question me suddenly sitting down with you, trying to act innocent while the thugs were clearly looking for someone?βΒ
βThe second you sat in front of me I wasnβt exactly thinking straight.β
Heat crept up your neck, but your private moment was disrupted when one of their SUVs pulled up closer and shot straight at you, shattering the back window and forcing you to turn away, shielding your faces from the flying glass shards.
In order to hide your face and the emotions that welled up, you announced to take care of them. Climbing to the back of the truck, you took cover behind the backseats, switched to the rifle, and shot at your attackers through the broken window. For a while no one spoke as you continued your assault, occasionally gripping the seat and bracing yourself against Xavierβs violent swerves.
βSince weβre honest with each other now,β you eventually shouted, your voice barely audible over the noise of the wind rushing in, the relentless gunfire of the other agents, and the strained roar of the truck pushing its engine to the limit. βYou know the flowers that are sent for my birthday every year?β
βThe ones from your parents?β
βTheyβre actually from my ex from university.β
When they were first delivered and Xavier asked who they were from, you had to improvise on the spot, claiming they were from your parents. After that, to hold up your lie, you didnβt tell your ex to βfuck offβ but instead let them continue sending the bouquets each year in order to not raise suspicion. It would have been odd if your parents suddenly stopped buying you flowers for your birthday.
Xavierβs hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. βWhatβs their name and social security number?β
βNo, youβre not going to kill them,β you chided with an exhale and turned your attention back to your pursuers.
Deciding to go on the offensive, you used the handle of your weapon to hack away at the shards framing the window before climbing onto the truck bed. When you stumbled across something and discovered two weapons under a blanket, among them a machine gun, you raised one of your eyebrows.
So Dr. Liβs husband really is an arms dealer. Might have been a bad idea to steal his car, but that was a future-you problem.
Quickly, you checked whether it was loaded and then positioned it in front of you on the tailgate of the truck. The incessant rattling of the machine gun reverberated through your body as you aimed at heads and chests, eliminating them, one by one.Β
One of the SUVs sped up and reached the side of your car. At the next moment, two agents jumped onto the truck bed and immediately engaged you in a fight. You knocked the weapon from the first agentβs hand with a precise kick before drawing one of your knives and lunging at him. After blocking the right hook of the second one, you slammed the blade into her throat and hurled her off the truck.
Xavier suddenly jerked the truck sharply to the side, ramming its flank against the other car and causing you and the remaining agent to stumble onto the ground, your bodies connecting with the metal underneath with a loud thud. Your knife flew across the air and landed onto the road.Β
Swiftly, you climbed on top of him and delivered one brutal punch after another. A spray of blood streamed from his nose, the crack of breaking bone barely audible above the chaos. With an angry roar, he threw his head forwards and smashed it against yours, the impact blurring your vision. Seizing the opportunity by your momentary incapacitated state, he reversed your position, and returned the favour by slamming his fists into your face.
Before you could have retaliated, a shot to his temple sent him crumbling to the side. Xavier had already turned back to face the road by the time you had realised what happened.
Scrambling to your feet, you continued your fight with the next agent who jumped onto the truck bed and quickly disposed of him by kicking him over the tailgate. When another SUV appeared on your other side, you yelled, βXavier!β
βOn it.β With a sudden jolt, he hit the brakes, causing you to fall forwards and hit your head on the roof. Xavier made a sharp turn off the highway that left the SUVs in front of you unable to turn around fast enough.
You rubbed your forehead while grumbling to yourself and climbed back into the passenger seat.
βI also have a confession.β He picked up your conversation where you had left off, as if nothing had interrupted you, and handed you a handkerchief which you used to wipe the blood from your face. βI never cooked a day in my life. But I want to though.β
Xavier explained that his agency prepared the food, and he only needed to cut the vegetables and reheat everything else.
At this very moment, you had no idea that letting him cook would turn out to be a horrible idea. You would remain blissfully unaware for at least another week before a fire in your kitchen confronts you with the reality that one of you would have to learn how to cook and it better not be him.
βI never even so much as touched the rose bushes,β you shared. βIn fact, I hate gardening.β
Xavierβs eyebrows drew together in confusion. βThen how come you keep winning the gardening award each year?β
βYou should ask our gardener,β you shrugged and attempted to turn on the radio. However, it was riddled with bullet holes and, unsurprisingly, no longer played any sound.
βWe have a gardener?β His voice easily carried over the loud noises of traffic without him having to raise it much. βWhat other men did you invite into our house that I donβt know about?β
Rolling your eyes, you didnβt deign to answer him, and you didnβt need to. One of the SUVs suddenly appeared beside you and shot through the driverβs window. Xavier ducked, but the bullet grazed his arm. Leaning over him, you drew your handgun and shot at the front and rear tires, rendering them incapable of pursuing you further.
Once you were certain you got rid of them for good, Xavier slowed the truck to a more civil pace. βYour arm!β He let you examine it, smiling down at you as you carefully assessed the injury.Β
βItβs fine, it barely hit me.β
Meeting his blue eyes, radiating a calming stillness, convinced you he was telling the truth. You let yourself relax in your seat and asked, βWhereβs this place you said we could go to?β
As one of his hands remained on the steering wheel, his other sought out yours and intertwined your fingers together. βYouβll see,β he responded and gave your knuckles a tender kiss.
-
At the sight of the flower shop of his best friend, you glanced at Xavier questioningly, but he was already pushing open the door. You were greeted by an explosion of colours and shapes in every size imaginable, the lush, fresh fragrance of the flowers around you filling the air. The bell announced your arrival as you walked in and a head of brown curls emerged from under the counter.
βI was hoping you would show up!β Relief was clearly written all over Jeremiahβs face. His smile faded when he took in the state you and Xavier were in. Your clothes were torn, stained with blood and dirt as well as the rest of your bodies, but it was your tightly clasped hands that drew his attention.
βWe have a problem,β Xavier said. βI was hoping you could help us.β
With a sigh, Jeremiah motioned with his head to the back of his shop. He sat down in his office chair and offered you the couch, but you and Xavier remained standing. A look behind him at his desk revealed the remnants of your destroyed work phone. So that was how Xavier figured out that it was you. Jeremiah must be exceptionally good at what he did since he managed to find you with it, despite Neroβs meticulous efforts to keep your identity untraceable.
βThereβs no easy way out of this,β Jeremiah began, his gaze darting back and forth between you. βYou donβt just βhave a problemβ. Both the Hunter Agency and Philo Agency are out to get you.β
A quick acknowledgement passed between you and Xavier. So he was working for the competing agency. It wasnβt surprising since you had seen his abilities with your own eyes, and working for any other agency that wasnβt one of the top three would have been a waste of his skills.
βYour best chance of survival is to split up.β At Jeremiahβs words, Xavier levelled him with a withering glare. Throwing his hands up in surrender, he quickly added, βOr you bring them something they want more than you.β
You and Xavier exchanged a glance, a silent understanding. There might be a target both your agencies wanted more than you; the one you two had been tasked with eliminating a couple of days ago. Getting the job done might be enough to redeem you. Even if it did not, it was worth a try and better than staying idle.
The door opened, revealing a man you had never seen before, yet instantly recognised similarities to your husband. Beyond their shared silver-blonde hair, there were certain details in his facial features and overall demeanour betraying his connection to Xavier. However, while the strangerβs regal posture was laced with arrogance, Xavierβs possessed a self-assured elegance.
βYouβre here.β
βIsaiah,β was all Xavier returned. He didnβt appear to be particularly happy to see this man.
Next, Isaiah turned to you and a look of disgruntled distaste washed over his face, but instead of addressing you directly, he addressed Xavier again. βYou should have gotten rid of her right away, then we wouldnβt be in this mess!β
Now you had a pretty good idea why he hadnβt been invited to your wedding, despite them undoubtedly being related.
Xavierβs eyes darkened and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. βThatβs my wife youβre talking about.β His threatening tone gave you a shiver. You never heard him speak like that before and your heartbeat quickened at him calling you his wife.
Jeremiah defused the tension in the room, even though he also looked like he wanted to kick Isaiah in the knee. βYou can stay here as long as you need and sleep in my guestroom upstairs.β With a glance to Xavierβs arm, he added, βThereβs a first-aid kit in the bathroom.β
Xavier gave a curt, thankful nod, and you offered Jeremiah a smile. On your way up, you heard a loud yelp.
βWhat was that for?!β Isaiah yelled.
βFor being a jerk!β Jeremiah countered. Their bickering voices grew quieter with each step up the stairs and faded completely once you closed the door behind you.Β
The sudden silence was like a balm. It was the first quiet moment since this morning and your body finally released the knot of tension it had been holding.
When Xavier sat down onto the edge of the bed, the sleeve of his shirt soaked with blood, you eyed him concerned. βHowβs your arm?β
βIt hurts really bad,β he said in a feigned pitiful tone and patted the space next to him. βI think you need to come closer and have a look.β
You shot him an amused sidelong glance, not buying his act. Still, you couldnβt help but to smile at that and quickly retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom. Xavier watched you rummage through it before joining him on the bed. Although he clearly wasnβt in any pain, you humoured him and began to carefully clean the wound. It wasnβt deep, just a minor graze.
As you tightly wrapped the bandage around his biceps, he pretended to wince. βShouldnβt you handle a wounded person more gentle?β
βI donβt think you particularly want gentle,β you remarked with a sly smirk, and tied the bandage together. βHere, all done.β
βThank you.β Xavier looked at his arm and then at you, mischief gleaming in his eyes. βHow can I possibly show you my gratitude?β
Heat crept up your neck at the way he was observing you. Tilting your head, you challenged with a low voice, βIβm sure you can think of something.β
Returning your smile, Xavier leaned closer, and meeting him halfway, your lips touched in a soft kiss. His hand came up to cup your cheek as he sighed into your mouth and pulled you even closer. The unhurried movements of his lips against yours made you melt into his arms, surrendering to his warmth and comforting familiarity. His other hand travelled from your waist down to your thigh with deliberate intent, and his tongue boldly demanded entrance into your mouth.
Even though you didnβt want this to stop, a sudden desire to mess with him ignited within you. You gently pushed him away, a knowing grin on your face as you watched his reaction. βYou should rest since your wound hurts βreally badβ.β
Noticing his mistake, Xavier put on an innocent face, his lower lip jutting out in a disarmingly cute pout. βIβm feeling much better already. Probably because you took so good care of me,β he murmured and leaned down again, but your hand on his chest kept him from coming closer, a gentle barrier that held him at arms length.
βNice try,β you chuckled. Tonight, you wouldnβt fall into one of his traps, no matter how alluring and irresistible they might be. Both of your agencies were hot on your heels. You must act before they find you.
βWe should make a plan.β
-
Xavier had parked the car near the venue. The moon was out, providing you a little light through the windshield as you sat in darkness. You stayed seated, double-checking if each of your weapons was loaded and secured in your holsters.
βSooo, how many?β you asked conversationally. Xavier briefly glanced at you while he attached the silencer to his handgun. The suit he was wearing created sharp angles which accentuated his lean, muscular form. βAlright, Iβll start. Somewhere around 80, maybe 90 if you count non-targets.β
You didnβt miss the small smile that tugged at a corner of his mouth. Alright, so he had more kills under his belt. He probably had been working longer than you in this type of job. It was natural that he wouldβ
β214,β he answered without looking up. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Eyes wide, you almost dropped the throwing knife you were about to attach to your thigh beneath your dress. β237 if you count non-targets.β
You blinked, then cleared your throat. βOh.β
βAre you impressed or concerned?β Xavier asked after noticing your astonishment.
I think Iβm aroused. βJust surprised.β
At last, you slipped on the masks you had bought for the event, matching your black formal attire. Then, Xavier drove up to the gate and showed the guard your invitation. When the gate was opened, you followed the winding driveway, and parked besides an alignment of similar sports cars.
As Xavier offered you his arm with a smile and guided you to the entrance, your eyes scanned the other guests, and located the patrolling guards and the security cameras along the perimeter.
According to Jeremiah, the target was being held hostage on the highest floor of the villa, an area off-limits to the public. Security was tight. However, the masquerade ball provided the perfect cover, allowing you to blend in with the crowd as you made your way through the halls. Disguised as a charity event, it was intended to be the best location for striking nefarious business deals and networking with your fellow local gang leaders.
When you entered the main ballroom, you were greeted by classical music played by a live band in one corner, accompanied by dancing and chatting guests adorned with an assortment of different kinds of masks. As your gaze swept across the crowd, a flash of white caught your attention.
Was thatβ¦your neighbour? His unmistakable white hair and crimson eyes would have been enough to recognise him, but he didnβt bother with a mask, clearly unconcerned over his own safety.
You tapped Xavierβs arm, but his eyes were fixed elsewhere. The host had entered the room and on his person he had the key to the upper floors. It was time for phase one of your plan.
After reaching for a glass of champagne from the tray carried by a waiter passing by, you freed your arm from under Xavierβs, and with slow, confident steps, moved towards the host, the sound of your heels echoing languidly over the wooden flooring.
Even as other guests as well as guards encircled him, you had no problem joining the group and sliding into their conversation with ease.
As you spoke, deliberately sending glances through your eyelashes, and exchanged one or two carefully chosen flirtatious words, you felt the heat of Xavierβs burning stare at the back of your head. You knew he disapproved of this part of the plan, yet you would be lying to yourself if you didnβt enjoy his jealousy a little bit. For two years, youβd believed him to have mentally moved on from you, convinced he no longer found you attractive. It was satisfying to watch him so clearly affected by another manβs proximity to you.
During your chat, you stopped mid-sentence, pretending to catch your mask. βOh, Iβm afraid my mask is slipping,β you said, your voice carefully neutral. βCould you hold my glass for a moment, please?β
βOf course.β The host politely accepted your glass, his eyes travelling down your form in open interest. It made you slightly uncomfortable, but as long as he was distracted, it didnβt matter.
You fiddled with the strings of your mask before you took it back, mindful of touching only the slender stem, and flashed him a grateful smile.
βMay I have this dance?β The sudden, familiar soft-spoken voice beside you startled you. Xavier wasnβt supposed to approach. He had positioned himself between you and the host, his eyes fixed firmly on you, as if the other man didnβt exist.
βWhat are you doing?β you whispered once you were out of earshot. Xavier discreetly scanned the fingerprint on the glass with his watch and then placed it on one of the sidetables. He guided you to the dance floor before settling into a gentle sway to the music.
βAm I not allowed to dance with my wife?β There was an intensity behind his words, his grip on your waist and hand tight, betraying his feigned nonchalance.
Shaking your head, you couldnβt suppress your smile. Yes, you enjoyed his jealousy immensely. βYouβre ridiculous.β
As you two danced, you couldnβt help but stare into his blue, twinkling eyes framed by his winged mask. They regarded you with matching longing and an unspoken need that had your heartbeat pick up its pace.
βYouβre mine,β Xavier breathed, holding up his hand with the wedding ring. βNot just tonight, but every single day you belong to me.β His face was close enough that his warm breath fanned across your already heated cheeks. βAnd I want everyone here to know that.β
His hand reached up to spin you in an elegant twist before pressing you flush against him. Trying to keep a clear head, you focused back on your plan. βWe have the biometric key. Itβs time we go up.β
βAll in due time.β One corner of his mouth lifted and as if on cue, the music switched its rhythm. Xavier glanced at the band, then to you. Without saying a word, he changed your stance to fit the new dance. A tango.
Despite him enjoying showing off with you and your obvious close relationship as he let his lips brush against your neck or his hand glide down lower than appropriate, he guided you closer to the other end of the ballroom, near the hallway leading to the stairwell.
βThereβs a guard,β he informed you, dipping you low with one of his hands securely on your back while the other held up your leg. Looking backwards, you spotted one armed man in front of the stairs. With an abrupt movement, he lifted you back up, foreheads touching, and your leg suspended as his hand was still on your thigh.
βI have a knife,β you told him, and observed how his smirk grew wider. Without breaking eye contact, his hand trailed higher and beneath the slit of your dress. YourΒ breath hitched as his touch ignited a sudden desire and caused your thoughts to drift to the other night. He removed the knife from its sheath, then, in one fluid movement, twirled you while using the momentum to flick his wrist and send the blade toward the guard. It found its mark in his throat, his gurgle drowned out by the music and loud chatter of the crowd.
βNice throw,β you praised, and he flashed you a smile in response. After quickly hiding the guard beneath the staircase, you made your way to the upper floor. Avoiding the patrolling guards, you reached the top of the stairs without being detected.
βThe room heβs in is the last one down the third hallway to the right.β Jeremiahβs voice crackled through the comms channel.
βIβm still convinced you should just shoot her and get it over with,β Isaiah chimed in. βThat would save us a great deal of trouble.β
You chuckled, unfazed by Isaiahβs obvious dislike towards you. βDo you value his opinion?β you asked Xavier amused, already knowing the answer.
βNo,β Xavier shrugged, poking his head around the corner and keeping an eye out for security.
βI heard that!β
βGood.β
Two guards suddenly appeared up ahead and, before you knew what happened, Xavier had pulled you into what appeared to be a guest bedroom and hid both of you inside a closet. Their footsteps outside stopped for a moment and then retreated. You let out a relieved breath.
βWe should wait here until the guards change shifts,β Xavier said and checked his watch. Jeremiah had managed to discover the layout of the villaβs security precautions, including blind spots of their security cameras and when the guardβs shift changes took place.
The two of you were pressed against each other due to the cramped space inside the closet. You enjoyed being this close to him, especially after your rather charged dance mere moments ago. But what you liked even more was feeling just how much he seemed to like it.
You shot him a teasing look, watching how his expression changed as one of your hands lazily trailed up his thigh. Xavierβs arm wrapped around your waist as he gazed into your eyes with a sharp focus.
He checked his watch again. βWe have ten minutes.β
βI know youβre fast, but I doubt youβre that fast,β you chuckled and immediately regretted saying that.
His eyes flashed with something dangerous as he cocked his head. You shouldnβt have doubted him. Xavier would always accept a challenge.
His nose trailed up your neck to the shell of your ear, the slight touch already making you shiver in anticipation. As one hand steadied you on your hip, the other parted the fabric of your dress. Once you felt his calloused fingers on the bare skin of your thigh, you drew in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut.
βEight minutes,β you murmured, not able to hide the grin.
Xavier huffed, leaning back to sternly look down at you with half-lidded eyes. βWhereβs that attitude coming from?βΒ
Your hips involuntarily chased his hand as you desperately needed him to touch you, but he held you in place.
βI see.β A smug expression came onto his face, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. βDonβt worry, my star. Iβll take good care of you.β
Then, with a fluid motion, he slid his hands between your legs and pushed your underwear to the side. When he began to circle your clit with just the right amount of pressure and pace he knew made you weak, a moan got stuck in your throat.
βAnd Iβll fix your attitude while Iβm at it,β he rasped and one finger pushed inside your heat, followed by a groan when he felt how wet you already were. He added the second finger right away and set a slow, agonising rhythm while his thumb kept circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. You clawed at his shoulders, trying to hold yourself up as your legs trembled. You wanted more, your hips meeting his fingers, searching for a faster rhythm.
βXavie,β you mewled, but he only chuckled.
βI havenβt heard you beg for it yet.β
You thought you would struggle with submitting yourself to him after such a long intimate pause between you, but the pleas came naturally over your lips. βPlease, please, please, Xavie, do it harder.β
Satisfied with your request, he pumped his fingers in and out of you faster and harder, his other arm supporting your weight as you buried your face into his neck, biting down to muffle your moans and cries of pleasure.
Your orgasm was embarrassingly fast approaching. For a moment, your mind cleared enough to consider trying to delay your release in order to make him lose your little challenge. However, you wanted to come so badly that you immediately dismissed the thought.
When he reached that sensitive spot inside repeatedly, it finally snapped. Your body surged forward from the force of your orgasm as you gripped Xavierβs suit jacket tightly and bit the soft skin of his neck even harder, silencing your gasp as best as you could.
While you came down from your high, catching your breath and trembling from the aftershocks, he locked eyes with you and licked his fingers clean in an unhurried manner, making you clench around nothing at the sight.
βThirty seconds,β Jeremiahβs voice brought you both back to reality.
You rolled your eyes at Xavierβs obvious self-satisfied smirk and straightened your clothes. He had a bite mark on his neck from your attempts to stay quiet, and you were a little proud that you managed to leave a mark on him this time too.
Outside in the hallway, Xavier entered the hostβs biometric key into the control panel using his watch, allowing you access to the restricted part of the villa. Another corridor opened before you.Β
Two guards emerged from the corner and once they spotted you, raised their weapons. Instead of slowing down, you rushed forward, kicked the weapon from the left guardβs hand and delivered two precise punches to his jaw. Grabbing his head, you smashed it against the wall. He collapsed to the ground next to his colleague, who was already unconscious after Xavier had knocked him out.
After you took care of the third pair of patrolling guards, you followed Jeremiahβs instructions from earlier and found the room where the target was being held. From inside, you heard voices as you pressed your ears against the wood.
βDo you mind switching the channel? If I have to watch the same cartoon one more time, I hurl myself out the window,β a voice complained. No one answered him, so it was hard to say how many people were inside.
A quick nod passed between you and Xavier before you pushed open the door and charged into the room, guns drawn. At the far end, a man with purple hair was bound to a chair, limbs leisurely sprawled out. Completely unfazed by your arrival, two men wearing identical masks sat seemingly bored in front of the TV, watching cartoons. They didnβt even stand up.
βTake him,β one of them said and motioned with his head behind him. Confused, you blinked a couple of times. Then you spotted them, the actual guards, tied up and gagged in a corner.
βYes, please do. Heβs been complaining about everything for the past hour,β the other one added, their gazes trained on the TV.
Seeing that Xavier shared your irritation, you both raised an eyebrow. With a mutual shrug, you approached the target, whose face lit up with eagerness at the prospect of being rescued. βFiiinally, you know how long Iβve been waiting for someone to show up? Jelly fishes are walking naked, sea turtles climb trees, sharks are eating grass for free andβhmmpf!β
Xavier had put his hand over his mouth to shut him up and looked at you questioningly. βThat was easier than expected.β
βWhat now?β
Your gazes switched to the purpled-haired man who was struggling against Xavierβs unyielding grip. The moment Xavier withdrew his hand, he was talking again, but you quickly interrupted him. βWhy are our agencies after you?β
βLong story, I suggest you wait for the movie,β he quipped. The slap came out of nowhere, not just for him but for Xavier too. Surprised, both blinked at you.Β
You shrugged. βWe donβt have all day.β
βI admire your initiative,β Xavier smiled.
You giggled and the man in front of you rolled his eyes. With cheeks heating up, you cleared your throat. βWhere were we?β
βThe part where you let me go.β His eyes suddenly widened at the blade in Xavierβs hands. βWoah! Alright! Wait, Iβll tell you everything!β
Now, it was your turn to look startled. You didnβt expect Xavier to torture someone. But then he did kill over 230 peopleβ¦
βMy nameβs Rafayel. I actually work for the Philo Agency. They found out you guys were married, and since they didnβt particularly like two assassins from different agencies possibly sharing confidential intel, they planned to get rid of you. You were supposed to kill each other during your mission. I was just bait.β
Xavier looked down at his knife, then back at Rafayel. βI actually just wanted to untie you.β
Rafayel looked like he was close to complaining some more, so you grabbed Xavierβs arm and stepped a few meters away. βWhat now? When they planned to get rid of us right from the start, thereβs nothing we can do.β
βWeβll figure it out once we get out of here.β Xavier took your hand in his, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand in a calming gesture that eased your nerves.
βJeremiah might be right.β Your voice was laced with sadness. βWe should part ways, so we have a higher chance at survival.β You didnβt want to leave him, but if that was the only way he could escape and find safety, then you would.
βOnce we run, weβll run for the rest of our lives. Besides,β Xavier responded and held up your joint hands with the wedding rings. βI made a vow. Iβm not going back on my word.β
βButββ
βRight now I have you,β he cut you off, squeezing your hand for emphasis. The intensity in his eyes made your heart swell. βAnd Iβll never let go.β
You swallowed the emotions bubbling up, and nodded.
βIf heβs really just bait, then agents from both our agencies will be here soon,β Xavier continued, and as if on cue, several heavy footsteps came rushing closer.
Glancing at the hallway, you exhaled. βYou really had to jinx itβ¦β
As you readied your guns and sought cover, you noticed the identically masked guys switching off the TV and rising from the sofa. They had shown no interest in involving themselves in your business the entire time you had questioned Rafayel, but now, with armed agents storming the room, they joined the fray. At that point, you didnβt question it and accepted their assistance in eliminating the waves of attackers.
With a quick roll behind the purple-haired manβs chair, you swiftly reloaded as bullets flew past and, while using his body for cover, shot at the chest of someone attempting to sneak up on Xavier.
Rafayel snorted indignantly. βIβm not a meat shield!β
Ignoring him, you moved on to the next one. You underestimate the speed of your opponent and when your gun was knocked out of your hand, you reached for the manβs arm and flung him over your shoulder onto the floor. A fist connected with your face as another agent materialised beside you. Your lip split open, a thin stream of blood trickling down to your chin.
Just as you prepared to strike back, a dagger pierced the agentβs throat. He collapsed and revealed one of the masked men lurking behind him. He offered a playful salute, which you answered with a grin.
Your unknown accomplices turned out to be great at close combat. With their help, you were able to quickly take care of the incoming agents. After the last wave was reduced to a pile of limbs on the ground, you caught your breath. Xavier was by your side in an instant, cradling your cheek and checking your injuries.Β
One of the masked men waved you over to him and pointed to a hidden door at the back of the room. βLetβs get you out of here.βΒ
Xavierβs hand reassuringly laid on your lower back, and together you followed the two out of the building.
βHeeey! Are you just gonna leave me here?!β Rafayel shouted after you, but no one from your group heeded him any mind and ignored his incessant shoutings until his voice was nothing but a faint echo in the background.
As you navigated the labyrinth of hallways, you quickly reached the backdoor. Outside, the chilly nightly breeze ruffled the fabric of your dress, but since you were still running hot from the fight, the heat fuelled by adrenalin pumping through your veins, you welcomed the cooling air.
Surprised to find yourself facing none other than your neighbour, you came to a stop. βMr. Li,β you blurted out.
βMr. and Mrs. Shen, good to see you in good health and with all your limbs still attached,β Mr. Li greeted, a casual smirk on his lips. He leaned against the railing of the terrace, clearly waiting for your arrival. His white hair was slightly tousled by the wind, but other than that, he looked like he fit right into this place with his tailored suit and dangerous ruby eyes.
βHere.β With one hand, Xavier caught whatever he tossed into the air with ease. Opening his palm, you were presented with a key. βThereβs a car at the other end of the property. Itβs fuelled and should be enough to get you out of town.β
When the masked men positioned themselves next to Mr. Li, everything clicked into place. βWhy are you helping us?β you asked. Your neighbourly relationship never went beyond polite greetings and the occasional package exchange when one of you had accepted one on behalf of the other.
βTake it as a thank you for keeping myβ¦occupation a secret.β A sly smile curved his lips as he looked each of you in the eyes. βAnd as an apology for my sonβs behaviour,β he added, his smile fading. Ah, so he must have found Calebβs secret stash of your underwear. Xavier threw you a questioning look, but you waved him off.
βHowever, I still expect a check for my stolen car.β With that, Mr. Li turned on his heel, waved goodbye, and returned to the party as if nothing had happened. His two henchmen snickered and vanished into the darkness of the surrounding garden.
Processing what just happened, you stared at the spot your neighbour had been standing a moment ago. Huh, what a night.
βDo you want to go get hot pot?β Xavierβs blue eyes twinkled brightly, mirroring the stars above as he gazed down at you and intertwined your fingers together.Β
You chuckled, wiping the blood off your lip with the back of your other hand. βSure.β
Glancing at your joint palms, a warm feeling spread through you. From now on, whenever you extended a hand, your distant star would always be within reach.
β§ A/N: I wanted to write something for my favourite genre of Xavier. A little fun fact: My first fanfics that I ever posted online were back in 2013, and one of them was a crossover between the movie Salt and a YouTuber I was watching at the time. So you could consider this one shot, a crossover with yet another Angelina Jolie action movie, as going back to my roots.
Thank you so much for reading! And thanks to my beta readers EuphoriaIsArt and @lynny-moony β¨
This fic has such a special place in my heart. The sexual tension between Xavier and reader ughhhhh is so delicious and the action scenes are so beautifully written. Xavier and reader are so hot in this T.T
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The stories happen in order.
Different stories featuring different characters have a different 'reader' (you). Ex: the reader from Ran's story is not the same reader from Rindou's.
HELHEIM will be mainly focusing on Rindou's story; the other characters and their chapters are created for plot purposes.
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Main masterlist | cw smut, objectification, story happens when reader is still a sex worker (details of reader's experiences working in the field is included), read at your own risk
The way you love me (be my baby)
i.
Sex with Rindou is different, you think.
He's not like the other men who pays you money for a quick fuck, or even booking the whole night with you on special occasions that they decide to splurge on drugs and sluts at the club.
They slap you around like you're just some toy meant for their pleasure. A lot of them share one bad habit in common, you notice δΈ that they like leaving their wet condoms on your thigh after they finish, never bothering to dispose of it in the bin, and sometimes even going as far as snapping a quick photo of you despite the club's T&C's and against your will.
You're quick to learn that this is all you're worth for. You're fast to drill it in your head, accepting the fact that you are simply just a girl put into this world for sex and pleasure. A worthless toy that anyone gets to play with if they simply have some money or enough influence to get a membership for such prestigious club owned by a reputable organisation.
That's all you are to them: a toy.
But to yourself?
You're not exactly sure on what you are.
Nights are lonely in your room even when you're surrounded by people.
It's men, most nights, but there'd also be a few older women who'd visit the club every once in a while. Lonely, yearning women who are just as empty as you on the inside, aching to feel something δΈ just anything at all δΈ in their hearts. You can see it clear in their orbs the second they get to feel your touch on their skins δΈ a kind of void in their eyes that you don't think you can fully understand, but could still relate to in a way.
Sometimes many men would also come together and loom over you as you cry. Not from pleasure, but from pain. They are always very harsh and demanding with you.
And as always, you didn't think that sex would be any different when you come face to face with a man in a seemingly very expensive suit waiting for you in an equally expensive hotel room. Long, lilac bangs fanning over his brows and he's a bit tanner than the rest. He has bored, doe eyes that turn bright as soon as they land on your figure playing with your fingers by the door, piercing bullets into your wavering soul as you stand before him and introduce yourself as a replacement for Sakura-chan.
And when you finally dare to look up into his eyes when he doesn't reply a word, nor a simple response to your introduction, you manage to recognise him very swiftly.
He's the owner of the club that you work for. Basically your boss, and the bigger boss of Freida.
Haitani-sama.
You hadn't expected for him to be so... quiet, and soft as a person. He's silent when beckoning you over with a hand from the edge of the bed, and still is when pulling you even closer to himself, placing his palm so warmly on the back of your thigh. His touch is demanding and at a place of absolute power, but he isn't abusive with it. His purples are bold, strong, and pinkish lips stained with wine slowly curling into a small smile while he gaze so deeply into your wide, glossy eyes.
You don't really remember much about your first time meeting him.
You remember talking with him, touching him as per your job's demands, and suddenly you find yourself straddling his hips, hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders while you pant and mewl into the air, cheeks flushed and your head thrown back, as he pistons a few thick fingers into your pussy, occasionally bumping and rubbing your clit with his palm so sweetly under the hem of your long dress and he's kissing down the valley of your breasts.
You've always thought that sex is meant to hurt.
But it is different with him together.
Every night when he returns and somehow chooses you each and every single time, you finally get to feel something in the empty shell that people call 'a heart'. It burns like gasoline in your chest when you feel it coming, but it is something that you find yourself longing for so feverishly on the nights he isn't visiting.
He asks for your legs to fall off his hips δΈ to let yourself go and simply enjoy the moment with him δΈ and he never hits you for pleasure like what you're used to being treated. He likes fucking in doggy, but always ends the night slow with missionary because it's what you're more comfortable with δΈ based on your body language that he'd read through like an open book the first night with you.
He lets you cum as many times as you want, even going as far as making you use your big girl words to ask for it sometimes.
He gave you a voice δΈ something that you've never got to have for yourself, and he lets you use it as much as you want with him. As loud as you want.
He never tugs on your hair or pulling your head back and forth whenever you have him in your mouth. It's degrading, and men tend to enjoy it a lot. But he doesn't do that very often, you notice δΈ doesn't seem very into the whole blowjob or mouth-fucking thing despite the extreme pleasure he feels, and prefers having his dick inside of you and getting you both off with it.
You like that it's this way with him, that there is never any pain on your end. Guilty as charged, you treat it as an escape sometimes, even though you know damn well that you shouldn't be getting too close or intimate with a paying, returning customer.
Not to mention that he pays really well, too δΈ always giving you way too much for your services, and never stealing photos or leaving behind his trash like the others always do either.
You come to learn fairly quickly that his first name is Rindou. Before this piece of information that he'd handed out to you way too early in your exchange, you've only known of him as Haitani-sama. Sometimes you'd call him Sir out of habit, but he prefers that less to Daddy. He fucking loves it, too, actually, and sometimes you'd resort to calling him just that for the whole night because you're not too sure on what else to say.
And sometimes he'd even request (or more like demand, considering that he's the fucking boss of the club you work for) to take you home with him a few nights, and when Freida-baba (all the girls in the club call her that) tries explaining that maybe it isn't such a good idea δΈ since you do have returning customers who have booked the next few nights with you δΈ he pushes up the bid with two extra zeros in his payment and watch as her eyeballs fall out of their sockets in amusement, but always with sternest, because Haitani Rindou is a man who always get what he wants.
And she'd agree every single time, because there is no way a woman like Freida would be able to reject so much money from selling just one girl and also saying no to her boss' wish.
The subtle things he does to you δΈ for you and with you δΈ makes your brain go haywire sometimes. And on some days, you seem to find yourself patiently, yet eagerly, waiting for his return to the club, just to be able to pleasure him again out of your own will.
Hanging around the lobby like a school girl waiting for Senpai to finish playing basketball at the court to pass him a love letter, and always finding chances to knock on Freida's door asking if Haitani-sama will be visiting anytime soon...
You can't help it.
ii.
"You know, brother," Ran places his glass on the table after taking a huge sip.
"That slut you've been seeingδΈ"
"She has a name."
Rindou shoots back almost too fast. His brother widens his eyes a little at his words, but leans back into his seat, expression turning amused when he finds it a good motivation to keep going. He hasn't seen this sight since forever, where Rindou is being protective of a girl he's fond with.
"You've been obsessed with her lately." Ran comments. Rindou only swirls his own drink and watch with bored eyes as the ice melts from the heat, but with an impatient heart.
"She's not good news, you know."
Ran grabs his iPad from the side, scrolling through a few documents through the files app δΈ the bright screen reflecting on his face δΈ before pausing on one and handing the tablet over to Rindou.
"The girl's covered in debt, head to toe." He juts his chin to the screen as the younger reads through the file. His expression remains the same as before δΈ still so nonchalant, still so boyish like a teenage boy who doesn't really care for what his mother says.
"She's only here for your money. Can't think of any other idea on why she's stuck to you like glue." He grins. "And that sweet little smile she's always throwing your way, damn. No wonder you're so obsessed."
It's more of the opposite, really δΈ but he doesn't make a refutation to prove his brother wrong. He's stoic when he locks the screen after scanning through your background check, before throwing the device on the coffee table with a soft roll of his eyes, letting out a breath through his lips.
"I know."
Truth is, the man's already had his right-hand run your profile for him since the night you'd first met, after being so enamoured by you that he really wants to know everything about yourself δΈ even the smallest details about you that you don't even realise. Rindou is already aware of how deep in crippling debt you are δΈ a result of having a father with a deadly gambling addiction since you were just a baby and a mother who's addicted to heroine for the longest time ever δΈ that no matter how much money you make in your lifetime selling your body and becoming entertainment for lustful men, it'll never be enough.
"But nii-chan," he pauses to look his brother in the eye. There's daggers in them despite him being family.
"She's my girl."
The grin on Ran's face only grows wider as he swipes away a fallen strand of hair breaking through the gel, after hours of being away from home.
"I'll do what I want with her."
He thinks it's fine if you're gonna break his heart and use him for his money. He has money. And at least he'll know that he'd felt good being with you during your time together δΈ getting to dive back into a sweet little romance he hasn't felt in years is something that he thinks he's needed so feverishly this whole time.
"That's alright. But still, I'll have you know," Ran trails off his words to lean forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees to look at his brother, face turning serious.
"Love is an expensive thing to afford for people like us."
iii.
He hasn't been visiting you lately.
It's already been three weeks since his last return to the club, and you've long lost count on how much time you've spent moping around the lobby, pretending like you're cleaning up and assisting them on welcoming clients, when in reality, you're simply waiting to see if it'd be him walking through the glass doors this time.
The first week he stopped coming, you've just assumed that it was simply because he was too busy and drowned with work. You know it isn't easy running a club that sells pussy and bags filled with drugs slid under glass tables on the daily δΈ having to constantly worry about the feds and possible snitches in the organisation is not easy work that simply anyone can handle.
On the second week that he still doesn't visit δΈ even to the other girls in the club δΈ you start to grow impatient and worried that perhaps something terrible has happened to him, considering his line of work. But you still see his right-hand that he keeps close around the venue sometimes, and nothing in particular seems to be off about his boss' lack of appearance recently.
On the third week, which happens to be today, you've resorted to retreating into the hallways and dragging your feet when you walk δΈ sometimes peeking into rooms to see if he is perhaps inside δΈ hoping that he'll miraculously turn up again like he always do.
You so desperately hope that soon you'll finally get to see him walking through the main door, all suave and handsome, and then you'd get to jump into his arms while he holds you close and kisses you andδΈ
"Haitani-sama, would you like another drink?"
Your feet pauses.
Your head turns, scouting for the source of the voice with shakey eyes and handsδΈ
There he is.
Perfectly healthy and legs spread widely on the expensive sofa gripping a glass of whiskey, a side of his lips curled into a handsome smirk. He's surrounded by people δΈ a few men and their women, andδΈ
"Haitani-sama, thank you for choosing me tonight." Sakura-chan giggles so sweetly into his ear, all pressed into his side on the sofa like she means something to him, and he's looking at her in the way you've grown used to being admired at, too.
Something bubbles up in your chest as you watch the scene unfold before your glossy eyes δΈ that Sakura gets to be by his side for the night, that he didn't come to see you as promised δΈ and it's plainly uncomfortable, to say the least. You don't know what else to say. A sticky feeling you haven't experienced before glued onto the walls of your heart, a chain filled with thorns coiling around your poor, beating flesh, stabbing you as it tightens even moreδΈ
You turn around.
It's hard to force a smile when a girl passing through the halls greets you goodnight, but you still manage a weak one for her somehow before walking back to your room, eyes bored into space.
You're left with a silence so deafening and empty when you sit on your bed, palms scrunching up the soft material of your dress as you let out a long breath through your dry lips.
It breaks your heart the more you think about it δΈ a feeling so suffocating that you don't know what to do to make it go away δΈ as you keep replaying scenes of the nights he'd claim you to be his favourite girl when he'd fuck you so beautifully in his room, limbs all tangled up in the sheets.
A favourite one amongst the many, obviously.
Your eyes water and your heart tightens any more in its confines as you bite on your lip and feel your nose souring upδΈ
Silly you, thinking that you actually mean something to these people.
You're just a replaceable toy.
iv. cw: light daddy kink
You're nose deep into your book on the couch when he finally comes to visit for the night.
"Did you miss me?" His voice is deep, teasing, and smuggled with alcohol when he speaks. His tie and belt are in his hands and a few of his buttons are left undone δΈ and he leaves them on your bed when he walks over to you.
You're silent when Rindou stands before you seated on your chair and you shut your book with a harsh pang in your chest.
He smells so much of her that it irks you to the core. A rosey, floral perfume that only one person you know uses on the daily, now covering a man head to toe that you find yourself desperately unable to tear away from.
You hate feeling like this so much δΈ so helpless and falling deep into a void δΈ but you still push away the ache of your heart and showing him a smile so sweet that you hope he doesn't notice.
You still allow yourself a moment to indulge in his warmth when you melt in his arms as he holds you close. You still cheat yourself into thinking that he cares when he sucks on the spot just beneath your jaw that never fails to make you fold.
You still want to believe that you're different among the rest δΈ that you still mean something to somebody, that you're not just a worthless toy that people get to play with when they're boredδΈ
You want to believe that you're lovable, too.
You're just a girl who wants to be loved.
"Mhm." You hum into his neck as a reply.
His touch is electric on your hips when he moves you both to bed, while he lays you down so gently on the mattress with drunk but gentle hands.
You help to remove his suit when he hovers above you and you only reach your neck up to peck him gently on the lips when you're finished.
He's obviously very drunk tonight when you hear the low hum full of want that he lets out when you cheekily move away from his attacking lips, and there's a lot of kisses exchanged between you two when he catches you after that δΈ from forehead kisses that shows how much he adores you to sweet little eskimo kisses that feels way too intimate for a relationship like yours, to sucking on each other's tongue as you slowly tangle yourselves together under the blanket.
You feel so, so comfortable wrapped in his arms while he tickles your neck with his nose. It's so warm in here compared to the frigid feeling in your heart when watching the two of them all cuddled up together on the couchδΈ
There it is.
It's clouding your head again.
Your smile wavers a little against his skin and it's harder to act like nothing's ever happened before.
It's hard being pressed under his weight as he sobers himself up by indulging in your kisses, while in reality your mind is constantly flying back and forth between letting things be and swallowing your own heart to excusing yourself for the night to go cry in the toiletδΈ
"Something's bothering you."
You twitch a little at that. Rindou is already staring at you with his eyes half-lidded when your own flicker swiftly back to his figure resting on your chest.
"Hmm? Nothing is wrong, Sir." Your voice is extremely soft tonight, he notices.
And for some reason your response rubs him the wrong way. He clicks his tongue, a bit unsatisfied, and moves himself off your chest to rest on the pillow next to you.
But he still pulls you next to him nonetheless δΈ clement hands combing through your locks with his five fingers so sweetly as he admires your pretty face.
"What's wrong?" He pushes you even closer to himself with the hand looped under your neck. "Tell me."
A thumb of his own finds its way rubbing on your bottom lip and you feel so mushy when he looks at you that way again, though you still remain silent at that.
"C'mon, tell me,"
He hands you your voice again with a wide open palm.
"My pretty girl."
And you take it with you.
You embrace it this time.
"I saw you with Sakura-chan earlier."
He sighs through his nose before nuzzling at your cheek, a teasing smile on his lips. "That's what this is about?"
He shifts you both a little when you don't respond, choosing to bury yourself into his neck and sulk. He doesn't force you to look at him, though. Still so sweet when he coos and comforts you by rubbing on your back.
"I didn't fuck her, you know. I was only with her for a couple hours."
You smile. "It's okay, you don't have to explain to me, Sir. I was simply waiting for you to visit again. I was worried, but you're okay."
Rindou doesn't like that this is your response to him when you've just hung your obvious jealousy out for him to see. His chest pangs with something unexplainable when you pat on his back instead when in fact, you're the one who's feeling hurt.
"I didn't fuck her." He affirms again, a little stricter but full of sincerity this time. "Why do you think I didn't call you out with me today?"
You shake your head, biting on the inner corners your cheeks as you listen.
"People don't go around flaunting their treasures, no? At least not rational ones," he pauses to nibble at the fat of your cheek, beckoning you to please look at him againδΈ "that's just asking to be robbed."
"I was with business partners and I don't want them to know you're mine. That's dangerous."
You don't know what's so dangerous about being known as Haitani Rindou's favourite girl, because you want to be known. You want to be shown off, too. You want to be flaunted around proudly, like you're not just some man's dirty little secret that he'll bring to the grave.
But you're sure he has his own reasons for that.
You slowly remove your face from his neck to sniffle.
"And I still came tonight, yeah?" He rubs on your lids, playing with your lashes gently as you nod.
"'Cause I wanted to see you, pretty."
When Rindou spots the light gloss over your eyes and you cutesy lips turn pouty and you're looking at him like he'd just broken your heart into piecesδΈ
He folds.
"I'm sorry, baby."
It's a first, he thinks to himself δΈ that he's apologising for being with another girl to the girl he still doesn't know what exactly she is to him, other than the fact that he likes having her around a lot.
"No more of that, yeah?" He cups your cheeks with his hands as he hovers over your face, thumbs caressing your skin as you start tearing up, sniffling.
"Daddy's all yours."
He leans in to smooch on your lips.
"It'll only ever be you by my side today onwards."
A hand of his grabs onto your wobbly ones to place it right where his heart resides, feeling it beat beneath your palm through the layer of his shirt. It's erratic δΈ full of panic and heartache the minute your waterworks start, because he hates seeing you cry, especially when it is because of him.
And then he pulls your hand back up to his lips to kiss on your fingers, his purple orbs not once breaking contact with your own, as you whimper and reach yoir arms oit to pull him into your chest, swallowing him into your soul.
Yours and yours only.
Rindou smiles.
How is a girl like you ever going to break his heart?
Stupid Ran.
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