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Twilight hadn’t felt this way since his rookie days. The panic. The terror. The feeling that this was it: this is where his life will end.
Just like back then, though, her refused to die. He refused to let the mission fail. Even as his charge was slung over his shoulder, blood pouring from the official’s shoulder and dripping down the back of Twilight’s suit.
In the distance was his target. He just had to get the official in that damn car, and it was over.
“Twilight?!” The state of Twilight shook his fellow WISE agent to his core. Not only was their top agent covered in blood, but the tatters of his mask clung to the edges of his jaw and hairline. Did someone see him? “W-what’s going-”
“Open the goddamned door, Rookie!” The senior agent shouted from the front seat of the car. Said rookie caught a glimpse of what wasn’t far behind Twilight – a shadowy figure with fierce eyes. The rookie stumbled, but managed to get the door open.
“W-what the fuck is that thing?!” The rookie stammered as Twilight reached the car and threw the official inside.
“Just a domestic dispute,” Twilight replied with a calmness that concealed his fright. He grabbed the rookie by the arm and shoved him in as well, before closing the door. He didn’t know if it was primal instinct or years of training but, without so much as a glance, he reached to his hip and grabbed a stiletto out of midair. The trajectory made it clear that it was headed straight for the official’s eye. Twilight slapped the side of the car, signaling to his senior that it was time to roll out.
As the car peeled out of the alleyway, Twilight spun around the stiletto to point it upward. He then swung to block a strike from his pursuer.
“It’s not fair!” A teary-eyed Yor exclaimed. She took another swing with her other arm, which Twilight managed to dodge. Her assault continued, and to an outside observed, it looked like Twilight was deftly dodging every blow. In truth, he was dancing on a razor’s edge. “I have a job to do too, you know! This is the third time this week you’ve gotten in the way!”
Despite his dire straights at the moment, it indeed seemed like Twilight was on a lucky streak that week. WISE and Garden may have had the same goal, but that didn’t mean they agreed on the means to reach world peace. WISE wasn’t above assassination, but Garden’s approach was pure extermination. As such, it was expected that there would be occasional tiffs between the two. All the more so when their respective top operatives were married.
“This isn’t about fairness,” Loid protested, “this is about world peace! Don’t you want a better world for Anya?!”
“I read his rap sheet. Exterminating that vermin will make the world a better place. And we agreed not to bring Anya up when we argue!”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. But vermin or not, he needs to sign the-!” Before Loid could get another word out, Yor managed to get a punch in across his cheek. She went for the one-two, but Loid had planned ahead. He drew a pair of handcuffs from his belt and managed to latch it around her wrist while narrowing avoiding the punch. He pulled her arm with him while sliding around to Yor’s back, where Yor reflexively threw an elbow. Leverage was the only thing keeping Loid from getting laid out flat on the pavement. He managed to hook his elbow into hers and pulling her arm back to lock that one as well.
“I got these bracelets just for you, dear,” Twilight growled into her ear. Yor pulled on the chain – or, rather, the cable. “Quarter inch thick, reinforced tungsten alloy cable. Had to use half our quarterly budget to get Franky to make these. You’re a high maintenance woman, Thorn Princess.” Twilight expected to hear some banter or an outburst in return. Instead, she subtle trembled beneath his hands. Then he heard a sniffle and a whimper, and… “Are you… crying?”
“My job is just as important as yours, damn it!” Yor bit back a sob. In response, Twilight softened his hold on her – though he wasn’t about to let her go, all things considered.
“Yor… Of course it is.”
“Then why don’t you ever let me do my job?!”
“Shh…” He gently hushed her. Remaining behind her, Loid gently cupped her chin and guided her head to turn so that he could look into those puffy eyes. “Because I have a job to do, too. And I wouldn’t dare disrespect the Thorn Princess by letting her win.”
“You can’t flirt your way out of this, Loid.”
“I could,” he teased. “But you know I mean it. Don’t you?”
“Hn…”
“Such a harsh woman when you’re in work mode.”
“And you’re an asshole when you’re in Twilight mode!”
“How can I make it better?”
Yor pressed her lips together and cast her eyes aside, avoiding Loid’s loving gaze. A twinge of guilt stabbed at her. “Forget it. You’re right. I’m just being childish.”
“No, no,” His voice was soft. His lips drifted closer to Yor’s. “You’re perfect.”
“You can-” She turned her gaze back to Loid and saw him draw near. “Y-you uncuff me, now.”
“Can we keep them on a little longer?”
“It’s embarrassing…”
“I know.” Loid’s other hand let go of Yor’s arms, instead reaching around her waist. His hand came to rest on her lower belly. “You’re so adorable.”
“You’re such a jerk.”
“Sorry,” Loid chuckled. His fingers slid down her belly, middle and ring working their way between her thighs. “It’s so rare that I have the upper hand.”
“Loid…”
“Please. I want you.”
Yor audibly gulped. “You’re just trying to distract me.” Before she could even finish her rebuttal, Loid pressed himself against her, pushing her chest up against the nearby wall. No, judging by what she felt against her ass, he was most certainly not just trying to distract her. “That’s… That’s your gun, right?”
“You’re lucky you’re too beautiful to fuck in a dirty alleyway,” was Loid’s answer. An answer that made Yor shiver from head to toe.
“Loid!”
“Shh. Don’t want anyone seeing us now, do you?” He eased off of Yor and pulled his jacket off. He then draped the jacket over Yor’s shoulders, concealing her bound wrists. “Come along now. There’s a hotel that doesn’t ask too many questions nearby.”
Yor eased her self off the wall. She turned to face Loid. “You’re serious about this?”
“I don’t like fighting with you.” He leaned in and touched a kiss to Yor’s cheek, making her blush. “And I like making you sad even less. So I’d like to kiss and make up. If that’s okay.”
Yor tugged on her bindings. “Do the handcuffs have to stay?”
“Please?” The need in Loid’s voice struck Yor deeply.
“I-I suppose...”
“That doesn’t sound like a ‘yes.’”
Yor shuddered. “Don’t make me say it.”
Loid took her by the hips. “I could make you beg for it instead.”
“You really are the worst when you get like this,” Yor chuckled.
“I’m sorry.”
“Liar.”
“Guilty.”
“Loid.”
“Hm?”
“Kiss me. Please.”
“That’s my girl.” Loid closed what little distance was left between them. He brushed his lips softly over hers, then leaned into a more intense kiss. Despite her sheepishness, Yor was quick to draw her tongue forward and silently ask for entry. Loid gave his wife what she wanted, and savored the taste of her.
The room was booked. Calls to the babysitter (Franky, of course) and Handler were made. Franky was placated with the offer of more money, as always, and Handler was satisfied to hear that Thorn Princess would be indisposed for awhile. Shopkeeper… could wait. And Yor could not.
While Loid was still discussing matters with Handler, Yor jumped, tucked her legs in, and swung her arms under herself to bring her bound hands to the front. She snuck up behind Loid, draped her arms around his shoulders, and helped herself to a taste of the nape of his neck.
“Stop it. N-no, not you, Handler! Thorn Princess is, ah, still being a bit combative. Protection? Yes, I still have my gun. Handler? Hand- She hung up on me. Ah!” A firm bite from Yor got Loid to stop thinking about work real quick. He spun around and grabbed Yor’s bound wrists, raising them high while pushing her up against the nearest wall.
“You can be quite the brat when you want to,” Twilight playfully hissed. Yor defiantly stuck out her tongue. With his free hand he reached to the nape of Yor’s neck. By now he new exactly how to pick her dress apart. There was a zipper hidden at the nape of the collar, and another on the back of the dress. He tugged them both down, then dipped his fingers into her cleavage and yanked downward. Loid sometimes forgot how… gifted his wife was. But when they were out in the open, they were hard to ignore. Not that Loid wasn’t ready, willing, and eager to give them the attention they deserved. But not yet.
First, those red lips. He had to have another taste of those. Then slender throat, where teeth and tongue lovingly abused her pale skin until it was marred. Lower still, to her collarbone, which proved quite sensitive judging by Yor’s mewling. And finally, his lips just lightly grazed her breasts. Yor squirmed under Loid’s grasp, her breathing picking up once Loid’s hot mouth claimed the pink flesh in that pale sea. His free hand forced itself between her thighs, digging as roughly into her as such sensitive sensitive flesh could handle.
“Loid!” she harshly whispered, desperately trying to keep herself from crying out for the whole hotel to hear. His clumsy assault between her thighs ceased, and he turned toward more meticulous work. He worked his fingers under her panties… Panties? Just panties? Oh, he was not going to let this go. He gave her a reprieve of the tender torture he inflicted on her breast to draw his lips to her ear.
“No safety shorts today? Was someone expecting me?”
“I-I just didn’t think I would need them. This was supposed to be an easy gig.”
“For someone with a secret double life, you’re a terrible liar.”
“Hnn… Don’t tease me while you’re… while you’re…” Fingering her with the same careful precision he would use to dismantle a bomb, is what Yor was alluding to.
“I can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
“You’re mean.”
“I know,” Loid cooed. He then listened to Yor’s breathing and moaning while continuing to please her clit. Once he heard that telltale pitch, he tested her by slowly sinking a finger into her wet cunt. “Feels like you’re ready. What do you think?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
“What is it? What does Princess need?”
“Your… your, your cock.” The rest of Yor’s face turned as red as her lips.
“That’s a good girl.” He tugged her panties down, letting them fall once they reached her knees. Yor stepped one foot out of them, the red satin left to dangle on her ankle. Loid could have teased her about her choice of material, as well, but she had enough. Besides, Loid was getting impatient, himself. He lowered his zipper, finally freeing his aching cock. He pulled Yor’s legs up on either side of his hips, and she wrapped her still-bound arms around his shoulders. She stole plenty of kisses while Loid lined himself up, and all but squealed against his lips when he sunk into her. “Fuck…” he whispered against her lips. The warm, wet embrace of her pussy was almost enough to push him over the edge then and there. Between work and taking care of a child, it had been a minute since they made love. He really didn’t want to-
“Don’t hold back, darling.”
Whelp. So much for that.
Yor felt how Loid tensed when he pushed into her. She knew he was holding back. And she knew him coming a little fast wasn’t going to be the end of the world – or the end of their intimacy. He needed to relax. And it was shockingly easy to make him do so, all things considered.
He tensed again, only to shudder shortly after. “Shit,” he whined as orgasmic bliss rushed through his head.
“Good boy,” Yor chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to let that be the end of it.”
…
The first time, she had no idea she would enjoy this so much. If she knew someday she’d be on her knees, her husband in her mouth, the taste of his and her cum spreading across her tongue, she wouldn’t have fainted from embarrassment. Her red eyes still had that same sweet innocence. That eagerness to please. She was just a bit more – well, a lot more – forward about what she wanted.
Her lipstick stained his shaft, with a prominent red ring near the base. His hair, normally slick or shaggy depending on which “mode” he was in, was disheveled from running his fingers through it, trying to center himself. Soon, he had no choice but to beg. “Yor. Yor, stop, or I’m…” His desperate, pleading tone tempted Yor to disobey. But, while she didn’t object to Loid finishing in her mouth, it wasn’t what either of them truly wanted. So she her mouth free from him with an audible pop, then gave swollen head one last little kiss. It throbbed and seemed to lurch toward her, and for a second Yor though she was about to get a warm reward on her face. “And you say I’m mean,” Loid gasped. Yor grinned proudly.
As he took a second to recover, he felt the key to Yor’s cuffs in his pocket. He reached inside and withdrew it. “Hands, please,” he politely but sternly requested. Yor raised her wrists and offered them to Loid. “Good girl.” He unlocked one cuff. “Up.” Loid commanded as he rose to his feet. Yor did the same. Loid then pulled her arms back against and locked her up. “Good?”
“Mhmm!” As soon as Yor gave the affirmation, Loid gave her a firm shove, pushing her face-first down onto the hotel bed. Yor giggled, a little streak of red making itself known across her cheeks.
“Present yourself.” At Loid’s command, Yor tucked her knees under herself, her head down and arms, naturally, behind her back. “That’s my girl.” Loid’s voice was a low rumble. He only managed to unfasten his tie and get his shirt open before he just had to have her. He unfastened his belt and the button of his trousers by the time he got onto bed and behind his lover. He hiked her skirt up, her whole dress bunched up around her waist. The swollen head of his cock teased the tips of her needy pussy, making sure to warm her back up before going any further.
“Loid… Loid, please don’t tease me anymore,” Yor whimpered. It seemed Loid’s precaution was unnecessary. So he pressed forward; and thankfully survived the first plunge this time.
His fingers traced over the powerful muscles of Yor’s back, gliding upward to the nape of her neck. He gently caressed her there; touching her tenderly, but reminding her of how vulnerable she was. “Do you mind if I…?”
“Don’t be gentle,” Yor gasped. It seemed both of their proclivities had shifted from gentle lovemaking to a good, thorough breeding. Loid grabbed the nape of her neck like a wolf forcing his mate to submit and accept him. Even a woman as strong as Yor was sensitive down below, though. So in contrast to his rough hands, he rocked hips hips at a steady pace. Only when he could hear and feel Yor’s cunt grew sufficiently wet for his licking did he give her firmer thrusts, his hips audibly slapping against her ass. “Loid! Loid, oh, god, Loid!” Yor turned her face more toward the mattress to half-muffle her cries of pleasure. Loid was amused by how vocal she was in bed, and his name – the name that, at one time, was a mere tool of his trade, but was now a symbol of his devotion to her and their family – was her favorite thing to moan. Or scream. Or whimper. All of it music to Loid’s ears.
“Don’t hold back, darling,” he cooed, turning Yor’s words against her. And, oh, she certainly didn’t. By the end, Yor couldn’t be sure if she had multiple orgasms or just one damn good one. The whole thing was a blissful blur, not unlike how she felt after a glass or two of wine. Oh, but Loid was a much better drug. Especially when he got rough with her. Even though he knew she was practically made of steel, he was always hesitant to be rough with her. But, get him worked up enough, and he gave Yor everything she craved.
His hand moved from the name of her neck into her updo and promptly ruined it, sinking thick and calloused fingers into her black hair. Her griped it harshly right by the roof, giving her just the right amount of pain to spice her pleasure. His other hands held her wrists, making damn sure she was kept in her proper place. Thorn Princess, mother, sister… She was all of these things and more. She was such a beautiful, important, wonderful person to so many people. So Loid wanted to completely indulge in these few moments where Yor Forger was utterly his and only his. These moments where he could be greedy with her, where he could claim her as his woman.
“I’m close…” He growled it into her ear like it was a threat. Her snug hole squeezed in tight in response. “Mn, that excited?”
“Yes, yes. Come inside me. Please, please, please...”
“Heh, since you asked so nicely,” Loid chuckled. He let go of her Yor’s wrists and slid his hand into hers. He curled his fingers into hers, and she did the same. Yet his hand still roughly held and tugged on her hair. That contrast between harshness and gentleness. Neither of them could endure something like that.
For such a shady looking hotel, the soap and shampoo were rather nice. They even had a blow dyer in the bathroom. Yor was drying off after a shower. She spent the whole trying to think of what she was going to tell the Shopkeeper. Sure, he understood that WISE got on the way sometimes. But three times in one week? She’d never failed garden like this before. And she was just delaying the inevitable by not calling him before… all that. Well, she was going to have to face the consequences.
“The shower’s all yours, Loid,” Yor sighed as she exited the bathroom, back in her black dress. “I have a call to make, and then I should go back home.”
“Before you do anything, I’ve got something for you,” Loid said. He handed off a folded piece of paper to Yor. “Make sure you burn it after reading.”
“Hm?” Yor unfolded it. It was an address, and a time. “Is this…?”
“I just needed him to sign the trade agreement. What happens after that is none of my-” Loid was cut off when Yor jumped on him and wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders.
“Oh, thank you, Loid! You're so wonderful!” She peppered his cheeks with kisses, oblivious to the creaking of Loid’s upper back.
“Yor… Spine…”
“Oh! Sorry.”
“It’s good. Let’s… Let’s just try to talk about these things ahead of time, alright. As much as I like making up, I can’t say I enjoy upsetting you.”
“I-I’m sorry for everything I said.”
“I’m sorry, too.” Loid kissed Yor’s forehead. “Now go. Give him Hell. Literally.”
“Yes sir, Agent Twilight!"
Loid smile as he watched Yor hurry off. He then collapsed onto the nearby chair. “That woman is insatiable…” Loid sighed. Now that he had a quiet moment, he had time to think. And he couldn’t recall taking off her handcuffs. “Shit.” He got up from his chair and checked the bathroom. Maybe she just picked the key from his pocket.
She did not pick the key from his pocket.
“Did… Did she bite through these?” Half their quarterly budget. Gone. Unless Franky was feeling uncharacteristically generous and willing to offer a refund. “She really is a high maintenance woman.”
Loid smiled to himself. He wouldn’t have it any other way.