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Jan 4

Firelit Embrace: Stoking the Flames

A Firelit Embrace Fix-it/Deleted Scenes fic

Tags: Xavier/FMC, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Missing Scene, Unnamed Main Character, No Beta We Die Like Caleb, POV Third Person, Gentle Dominant Xavier, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Sexual Roleplay, Mild Consensual Non-consent, Bruises, Marking, Vaginal Fingering, Coming Inside, brief thigh fucking Rating: E Words: 4,436 AO3 Link Full Memoria Links: Youtube - TikTok Full work under cut

Undercover work had never been her favorite—and as much as she enjoyed working alongside Xavier, playing captor and captive was a bit difficult with him. Especially when he kept pulling her aside, checking her for injuries, and had her oftentimes leaving their little interrogation sessions looking better than she had just moments before. Part of her also wanted the challenge such a mission could really offer. This was supposed to be a difficult mission, but honestly, it was feeling a little too easy. She wasn’t an adrenaline junky by any means… but it was a bit disappointing to have every solution offered up on a silver platter by Xavier. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten more than a paper cut since the day she was ‘captured’.

"Here he comes again," she heard one of the other technicians whisper. Their voice broke through the monotonous sounds of their work.

"I know they’re all bullies, but he’s a little…" another tech trailed off with a small hum.

"Obsessed?" The first tech filled in for them.

"Exactly! It's weird." The second blurted, fist thumping on their open palm, just as they were quickly shushed. They cleared their throat, shooting her a hasty look as they pretended to get back to work.

She hadn't budged from her station, fingers still tapping away as the little ring on her finger did all the heavy lifting. But she could hear the footsteps approaching and her shoulders tensed just a little.

"You’re still working on this?" Xavier, their ‘supervisor’, said as he scrutinized her screen. His tone was clipped, and to those listening, he likely sounded just as annoyed as he wanted them to believe.

But she could hear the concern behind the question. ‘How long since you had a break?’ Or ‘have you eaten yet?’ And ‘did you sleep well?’ She could feel it in the way he placed his hand on the back of her chair, tugging it, too gently, until it budged just enough to pull her away from her work.

It was annoying.

She could feel her eye twitch as she heard whispers again—at least they were aware enough to actually be quiet this time.

She hadn’t planned on it, but her palms were on the metal desktop in seconds. The sound of skin on cold steel echoed through the work room, leaving in its wake nothing more than silence, their onlookers too caught up in the sudden emotion to continue their whispering and work.

She could feel their eyes on them. Her cheeks flushed.

She turned her head quickly, hair whipping into her face as she glared up at her supervisor. "I’m working as quickly as I can—we all are." She dared to mouth off. Give them a show and, hopefully, throw the techs off of this ‘obsessed supervisor’ theory they had. Other than being unusually good at this job, what they needed was for Xavier to have a real reason to be so on top of her all the time.

He looked down at her, meeting her gaze, his expression still cool. Of course he wouldn’t react to her outburst, he was too calm for that. But his jaw was tense, and she could see the muscles in his neck and shoulder flex as he gripped the back of her chair just a little tighter. He was thinking, she could tell that much, but what exactly was a mystery.

"I doubt that," he finally narrowed his eyes at her, then dared a look at her screen. "You’ve been slacking," he shook his head in disappointment. "Don’t think I’ll continue to let this slide," he tugged her chair, too easily pulling it, and her, away from the desk and making her face him fully.

The small gasp that left her lips was involuntary, and her hand flew out to stabilize herself. She felt soft fabric and warmth beneath her grip, her fingers clenching the sleeve of Xavier’s outstretched arm to steady herself.

She thought she heard a gasp from somewhere in the room.

But she didn’t break character, and neither did he.

She jerked her hand away from him, cradling it in the other, letting out a small hiss as if she were burned by his touch.

Xavier bared down, causing her to shrink back just a little into her chair.

"When you slack off, it makes things harder on the others." He jerked his chin towards the room of technicians.

There it was, real conflict—she was proud, to say the least. She worked hard to suppress the smile that threatened to bloom on her lips, doing her best to instead screw them into a snarl.

"Things wouldn't be so hard for them if you didn't push us so hard," she bit back, daring to raise her chin in opposition to his authority.

She saw his nostrils flare, felt the pressure he put on the back of her chair as he loomed over her and leaned in, caging her in her seat.

"What are you here for if not to work?" The question was rhetorical, of course, followed quickly by a threat. "Do I need to make an example of you? Do we need to remind the others what happens if you slack off?"

"We can't work any harder," she snapped, keeping her expression hard even as she made herself small beneath him.

Then he laughed, but not his usual light, heart fluttering laugh—this was dark, evil even. Chills went down her spine—he was really getting into this.

"I guess I do then," he answered his earlier questions, moving quickly to snatch her wrist, pulling her just hard enough to get her out of the chair and onto her feet.

She let out a small gasp of pain, she knew her role well enough by now, even if no pain bloomed from his tight grip on her arm. He knew just how to make it look like he was being rougher than he actually was, he was especially careful not to hold her wrists the wrong way, dreading the feeling of her bones grinding against one another in his grip. She thought he was going to cry when they practiced the first time and he'd hurt her just a little.

"Wait—" she choked out, tugging against his grasp just enough to put on a show.

He responded by glaring back at her, just before he barked out to the other techs to get back to work.

He marched her down the familiar dimly lit compound halls, barely even holding on to her at this point, until he pulled her into their usual interrogation room—one without the typical two way mirror.

The door clanged shut loudly behind them, and as soon as it was sealed, he dropped her wrist.

"Are you mad at me?" He turned on her quickly, those eyes that had just been a cold blue stare now soft pools.

"What?" She blinked, "no?"

"Are you sure?" he pouted.

She scoffed.

"No," she said again, this time, with more than a little annoyance behind it. "Ugh, you were doing so well."

"Was I?" he asked, hesitant.

"I mean, you were really selling the angry supervisor thing is all," she tried to quench her irritation.

"Well…" he nodded, "of course. But did I hurt you? You seem…"

"I think we might just be in a little of trouble is all," she finally spelled it out for him, taking her chance to lean against their usual interrogation table and take a deep breath. "The techs have been gossiping, the usual stuff, mostly, but also about how you're obsessed with me?" She eyed him as he took in the information.

"I mean," he tried to smile and play it off, "I am."

An indignant snort of laughter left her lips at that. "Okay, yeah, sure, but this you—Shatterblade supervisor—shouldn't be."

He pouted again, because of course, hitting her with the full force of his puppy dog eyes.

"Xavier." She warned, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring him down.

They stared at one another for a moment, neither willing to back down, until finally, he broke.

He let out a sigh, eyes closing briefly as his shoulders slumped.

"You're right." He said slowly, reluctant to admit there had been a flaw in his acting skills. "The guards have been talking too, though I'm not really sure what they think I'm doing."

She let her shoulders relax too, uncrossing her arms, and moving in to offer the hug she could tell he wanted.

"But I think we're getting on the right track again," she said, pressing a small chaste kiss to his jaw.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her, letting his face fall into the crook of her neck, his breath ruffling her hair.

She hugged him back, hand rubbing soothing circles in his back, knowing he'd need it after hearing what she was about to propose.

"And I think it's time." She said slowly and she felt him tense in her arms.

"No," he said firmly, tightening his grip before releasing her completely.

He held her at arms length, his expression stern and resolve steadfast as she glared up at him.

"We have to do whatever we can to make sure the mission succeeds," she reminded him, "I'll be fine—a few bruises are nothing, and they're superficial at best." She rationalized, but he just shook his head.

"If our positions were reversed, would you do it?" He asked her, still a little in shock that she was pressing the issue.

"Sure," she said quickly, shrugging.

He did a double take, fingers going lax on her shoulders. "What?" He asked slowly.

She let a smile slide onto her expression, "probably not, no." She sighed, "but we're not in that situation, now are we?" She tried to maintain control of the conversation. "Look, it's not like I want you to rough me up, but I really think it needs to happen. People are suspecting something is up. We just have to keep this farce up for a few more days, but these really are the most crucial days—you were the one that told me that." She spoke softly, slowly removing his hands from her shoulders, sliding her hands into his, entwining their fingers as the expression on his brow grew more concerned by the second.

"Just a little black eye, maybe actually leave bruises on my wrists for once, and even just—"

"No."

He shook his head, he wasn't going to even entertain the idea, it seemed.

He pulled her close to him again and she let herself be encircled in his embrace.

She sighed into his chest, cheek pressed firmly against him, hearing his usually calm heartbeat beating rapidly against his ribs—he really didn't like this line of thinking.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said softly into her hair, lips pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

"I know," she muttered into the fabric of his shirt, "I'm sorry, Xavie, but…" She sighed, not finishing the sentence as he squeezed her tightly against him.

She let them stay like this a moment longer, trying her best to think of another solution to their little issue. Maybe she'd just do it herself, she could probably manage that—cut herself up a little—she really didn't want to punch herself in the eye though… She sighed heavily, nixing that idea.

But then, it dawned on her.

"Wait—no, yeah, you're obsessed with me." She blurted out, pushing against him just enough to be able to look up at him.

He looked back, as confused as ever. "Well, yes…" He said slowly, clearly more than a little worried with what she'd say next.

"So…" She smiled, wiggling a brow at him. He shook his head, still not picking up what she was putting down. "So, think of it like a bad thriller or something—the villain that's obsessed with the heroine is almost always infatuated with her as well."

"Well, I am infatuated with you, yes." He nodded slowly.

"I have to spell it out?" She sagged in his arms, briefly feeling like maybe this wasn't that great of a plan, maybe it'd just been a long time since they had any real alone time together and she was just—

"Oh." His voice broke through her thoughts.

"Oh?" She asked, face lighting up as she grasped his sides and looked up at him expectantly.

"I don't know," he said slowly, "that feels a little like I'd be taking advantage of you, a supervisor shouldn't—"

"Xavie," she groaned out, hands flying to his face, his cheeks warm to the touch as she made him look her straight in the eyes. "If I tell you that I want you to take advantage of me here, you do realize you're not actually taking advantage of me, right? You're not actually my supervisor, you're my partner—on two fronts!" She smiled, hoping it came out more reassuring than manic.

He blinked down at her, but a moment later he was craning his neck down, lips brushing gently over her own in a hesitant kiss. "If you're sure." He said against her lips.

She confirmed by deepening their kiss, her arms going to wrap around his neck and pull him close.

"And maybe," she sighed into their kiss as his hands slid down to brush over her lower back. She pulled away, biting at her lip as she looked into his half-lidded eyes. "Maybe be a little rough?"

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If they thought he was obsessed before?

"You," Xavier's voice boomed out over the technician work room as he pushed through the door.

It was an hour after lunch—or it should be, but since she'd gotten to know the techs a little better, and they'd begun standing up against the guards a little… it was actually only just the end of their lunch.

"Fuck," she cursed out under her breath. She was standing with a few of the others and an elderly tech immediately moved themselves in between her and the supervisor that stomped his way over.

"Move aside," Xavier came to stand in front of the frail elder, his arms crossed over his chest as he peered down his nose at them.

"She hasn't done anything!" another, young tech spoke up.

"Is that for you to decide?" Xavier shot the tech a glare, "then why aren't all of you in the middle of work? Why are you just standing around?" He raised his voice, his hard scowl harsh on his usually soft features.

"Please," she said softly to the elder that guarded her, "I'll be fine," she reassured, gently placing her hand on their shoulder to scoot them aside.

"Move it," Xavier butted back in, reaching to grab her wrist and pull her from behind the elder.

She let out a gasp of pain, this one almost real—he was being impatient, it seemed.

"You think you can just disrupt the order of things?" Xavier scolded as he dragged her out of the room. "Do you think you run this place?" He scoffed, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath.

She let out a grunt, pulling against his grasp as she stumbled behind him. She heard the elder call out for her, but before she could reassure them again, they were already beyond the door, making their way down the hall, and back to their usual interrogation room.

The door to the room slammed shut behind them, Xavier barely waiting for it to close fully before he turned and pushed her back against it. The metal bit into her back, just a little, and she was acutely aware at how the small pricks of pain sent a jolt straight to her core.

He wasn't the only one that was enjoying this a little too much.

"You're troublesome." He muttered as he caged her in, leaning to press soft kisses just below her ear.

"You didn't have to take it this far," she whispered back, letting her head fall to the side, giving him more access to pepper kisses down her neck, down to just below her collar, where the skin was already littered in small, day-old bruises.

"But you said I was doing a good job," he teased, just a little, as his teeth nipped gently at her shoulder.

She was going to tell him he was doing a good job, because dammit, he really was, but her praise came out in the form of a soft moan as his hand stealthily made its way down the front of her shorts, his finger effortlessly finding their mark between her already slick folds.

"See?" She could feel the smile on his lips as he spoke against her skin, punctuating his victory by sucking gently on an unmarred piece of flesh just above her collar bone.

"S-shouldn't you be the one critiquing my job?" She stuttered out, hands moving to clench at his shoulders as he made slow, teasing circles around her clit.

"Should I?" He hummed against her skin, his fingers stilling between her thighs as he paused to collect his thoughts.

"Wait," she whined, hips bucking forward, chasing the fingers that retreated quickly from the warmth of her folds.

"This mess with the breaks and extra long lunch," he said quickly, his tone serious, the sudden change in mood sending her head swimming. "You need to respect the authority of the guards."

He moved quickly, turning her around so her face was pressed against the cool metal of the door. "Do you know how to do that?" he asked, his hips pressing into her, his already hard cock pressing into the supple curve of her ass.

Her heart pounded in her chest—she was almost sure she could hear it thump against the metal door, her breasts squashed tightly against it as he applied pressure to the back of her neck to keep her in place.

She tried to mutter out her reply, something snarky, anything to rile him up more, but her words were interrupted by a loud moan as those deft fingers once again slipped inside her shorts. His other hand left her neck, letting her go slack against the door, as his fingers tracing up her jaw until he covered her mouth.

"These doors aren't that thick," he leaned down, whispering in her ear, relishing the way her silenced moans felt against his palm as he worked his fingers through her folds, teasing her clit before sliding further and sinking knuckle deep into her wet heat.

The small break in character was over in an instant, the harsh supervisor back in a blink, reprimanding her for her meddling. "It seems you don't know how to respect authority—even after our last session?" He scoffed, his tongue lapping gently at one of the many remaining bite marks that peeked out of her loose collar.

She let out a whimper in response, his hand gripping her face slightly, punctuating their need for her silence, before he pulled it away.

"Do I need to show you again?" He asked, his fingers pulling at her collar, revealing to his eager lips more skin marred by his kisses.

She didn't respond—not verbally—but the way she clenched around his fingers was indicative that yes, she needed his guidance. But he paused again, pulling his fingers from her heat, earning him another cry in return.

"I want to hear you say it," he pressed, not shifting an inch until her lips began moving in reply.

Her voice came out breathy and broken, her quick yesses, rewarded shortly after as his fingers found their way to her clit once again.

"Good little technician," he smiled against her skin, hand wriggling between her body and the door so his deft fingers could undo the buttons to her shirt. As soon as more skin was revealed to him, he took care to leave traces of his kisses behind, each bite and suck soothed with gentle flicks of his tongue afterward.

Her hands found purchase on the metal door, fingers digging hard into the cold steel, the pain keeping her focused just enough for her to swallow the loudest moans that threatened to escape her lips. Though, the small pops of pain he etched into her shoulder worked against her, causing whimpers to bubble up past her lips despite her efforts.

"So you can follow orders." He teased, arm sliding around her to keep her upright as her knees weakened beneath her, his fingers between her folds offering her no such break.

"It's been a real headache dealing with the complaints from the guards you know," he hummed. "Maybe," he rolled his hips against her ass, earning a small yelp as he reminded her of the hard length that pressed into her backside. "Maybe you can make it up to me while you're at it?"

She barely registered his words, too lost in the way his fingers teased her—so slow and methodic, knowing exactly where to apply pressure, and how to keep her just at the edge of ecstasy.

He sighed, adjusting her grip on her again. He gripped her jaw, tugging her head back and into his chest. "Are you even listening?" he looked down at her, her hazy eyes blinking up at him as he angled her face up to his.

She could feel her lips trembling, puffy and raw from where she'd been biting them to keep her moans subdued, but she couldn't make them move to form the words she wanted.

He broke character again, just for a moment, "did I break you?" He asked softly as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

She mustered up a quick shake of her head, hoping the pleading in her eyes was enough to convey she wanted him to keep going.

A smile flitted across his face before he returned to his role of supervisor. "In that case, I think you will make it up to me."

In a swift move, he removed his hand from between her thighs again, steadying her hips—ignoring her whines of protest—before he reached around to deftly undo her shorts the rest of the way and slide them just below her ass.

"I think," he hummed, his hand running appreciatively over her exposed asscheek, marked lightly with a purpling bruise from their last session, "this will do nicely." He grabbed her by her hips again, pulling her back and grinding her ass against his still-clothed cock.

He suppressed his own groan of pleasure, bristling and eager to free his straining erection from its confines, but savoring the moment.

"You look really nice like this," he mused, tugging at her shirt to expose more of her marked back to him. "Covered so well in my marking—I want to cover you in more."

Her hips moved eagerly against his bulge, missing the touch of his fingers between her thighs and greedy for what he would replace them with. She threw a pleading look in his direction, her trembling lips barely allowing her quiet begging to fall from them.

And he couldn't handle much more. He pulled her away from the door, just enough to have her bent before him. Her upper half slid down the metal, hands bracing against it, anticipating whatever he had in store.

He made quick work of his belt and pants, feeling a brief moment of relief as his cock finally sprung free of their confinement. He held her steady before him, guiding himself between her tight thighs, held together by her barely peeled back shorts.

He shuddered as his tip met with her warm, sticky junction of her thighs, not yet sliding into her fluttering core. His cock nudged at her clit, each little motion of his hips bringing a gasp to her lips. His head spun, the feeling of her plush thighs and warm cunt gliding against his cock already enough to make him want to cum.

He stilled, for just a moment, attempting to collect himself, but his little hostage had other plans. She rolled her hips, finally letting her moans escape unabated as she brought herself closer to climax on his cock.

"Wait—" he grunted, grabbing her hips hard, fingers digging into her pliant flesh hard enough to leave bruises. She was reluctant, but stilled, her breaths labored, coming out in huffs as she pressed her forehead into the cool metal of the door.

Finally, she managed a coherent sentence, "please, Xavie," she begged, "Xavie, I'm so close," she all but cried.

He grit his teeth, wanting more to give her what she wanted than to continue their little game, or worry about his own pleasure.

He slipped a hand back around to her front, fingers finding her clit once more, drawing tight sharp circles. Her hips bucked against him and he could feel sweat drip down his brow, his core tight as he focused more on her release than the feel of her slippery folds against him.

She came quick and easy, his practiced fingers bringing her to her climax and teasing just long enough after that she begged him to stop.

She felt loose in his grasp, her cheek pressed against the door now, hands barely holding her up, but he knew he wouldn't be long after her.

He finally let himself move his hips again, gliding his cock almost all the way out from between her thighs and then back, sliding effortlessly into her fluttering cunt.

She gave a low moan of his name as he thrust into her, jostling her against the door, the locking mechanism rattling with each pump into her heat.

He didn't pay it any mind—at this point, everyone was aware of his 'obsession', this was nothing new.

A few thrusts later and he could feel himself stutter, his hips snapping erratically against her ass until he pressed himself hard into her, rocking into her heat as he spilled his seed deep into her core.

He took only a moment to bask in the afterglow, a small whimper from her drawing him back to reality and out of his pussy drunk haze in an instant. Then, he was pulling himself free from her heavenly heat, shimmying her shorts back into place and tucking himself away before helping her to stand back upright.

"I have to say," he laughed a little as she immediately buried her face in his chest, letting out a sigh of relief, "you really are doing a good job here."

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