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“Isn’t he so dreamy?” Tara whispers, she had printed out the latest Lumiere bounty poster and had framed it much to Jenna’s disapproval, “What do you think?”
I roll my chair over, any distraction to get away from the admin that had been piling up since I had met Xavier, we had spent more time fighting wanderers than anything lately which again annoyed Jenna who had threatened to ground me if I didn’t complete the forms and Xavier as always was nowhere to be found. I look at the photo of Lumiere, his face hidden by a decorated white mask, silver locks of hair messily sticking up. The photo was taken of him mid-fight, his swordsmanship is perfect, his hands are grasping the hilt with the air of a master, his posture perfect.
“What are you discussing?” Xavier pops up from…somewhere, his soft voice scaring me out of my analysis.
“Xavier, you scare me.” Tara whispers, pushing the photo frame towards me, “We are just discussing how hot Lumiere is.”
“Oh? What do you think?” Xavier turns towards me, “What do you think of this Lumiere?” His eyes crinkle up as he teases me.
I begin my analysis of him again, “I guess he is beautiful but he does create a ton of trouble for us.”
Xavier coughs loudly, leaning in closely to the photo over my shoulder. I take a short breath and smell the soft linen scent he must use to wash his clothes and hotpot? It’s 10am, how could Xavier find time to have a hotpot and make it in time for work. When did he even get into work? If he is here he can do more of the paperwork. He hums to himself in disapproval. “How is he beautiful, he looks just like an average guy to me?”
I point towards the photo as I give Xavier my run through of Lumiere’s hotness, “Look at his hair, it’s incredibly fluffy and looks like he maintains it well, his mask and entire outfit is custom-made, the silver adornments are beautiful and shining and frame his blue eyes perfectly. His face looks perfectly balanced and kissable if I do say so and look at the way he is holding that sword, he is so strong, he could hold you up while yo-”
Xavier’s hand roughly covers my mouth to cut me off before I can give him a detailed rundown of all the things that I would let Lumiere do to me. Even simply just training me to hold a sword correctly. “That’s enough, I didn’t expect you to be so inappropriate at work.” He mutters walking off, each of his steps banging against the hardwood floor. Tara and I watch him go, exchanging a curious glance.
“What’s up with him?”
“He isn’t going to help me do our paperwork now is he?” Tara chuckles to herself, setting her Lumiere snapshot down as I roll grumpily back to my desk with Xavier nowhere to be seen.
The day rolls on as I click through the constant forms, signing away Xavier and I’s expenses, writing up our wanderer reports. I zone out to finish my work, my eyes practically glazing over from the repetition. Taara leaves early for a date, excitedly dancing her way through the door and wishing me well to finish my paperwork.
Jenna pats my shoulder as she walks past me, her face screwing up in sympathy as my finger slows down over the mouse, “I know you hate this part of the job but someone has to do it.” is her wise words when leaving comfort me slightly.
The office lights start to dim as the building tries to tell me to leave but the paperwork refuses to end. I leave to make myself a coffee, I am craving that caffeine.
“You’re still here?” Xavier stands by the coffee machine, pouring himself a hot chocolate that smells delightful, I lean in to take a sniff of his drink much to his amusement. “I could just make you one, in fact here.” He hands me his hot chocolate and presses the button to make more, skilfully mixing in his own powder that he keeps on his desk. It smells rich and luxurious and traditional.
“You know I am only here because of you.” I grumble, sighing into the yummy chocolate drink, “If you helped me with the paperwork I would be home by now.”
“Maybe I would have if you had been professional before I would have felt comfortable helping yo-”
“Are you kidding me Xavier? I didn’t do anything unprofessional!” I seethe, stabbing into his chest with a pointed finger, “You butted into a conversation between me and Tara and then got frustrated with my answer!”
Xavier’s eyebrows furrow, his face screwing up in frustration. The paper cup in his hands crumples slightly as he stands up to his full height. He was so confusing. Xavier could change from a softy to a trained killer in seconds, it was like he could roll up through his spine and become a different person. “Lumiere? Really? He is such a basic person to have a crush on.” Xavier explodes, more emotive than when I have seen him injured or near death, “He has no depth to him, you see him fight and think wow what a guy but he could be evil for all we know? This is like that new neighbour who has just moved in, what’s his name?”
“Charlie?”
“Yes! Charlie is definitely a serial killer in disguise! It’s a good thing we dealt with that bread, it could have had cameras embedded into the dough.”
“Xavier, you sound completely insane. Charlie is lovely, he gives me free pastries every time he sees me and so what if I think Lumiere is sexy? What-is-it-to-you?” I step closer to him and place my hot chocolate next to the machine, frustration making my blood boil. Xavier’s eyes narrow and his mouth sets into a hard thin line.
“Charlie gives you free pastries?” His voice is cold as he leans over me.
I swallow, and back away from him. “Um yes, sometimes, not every time, just sometimes.” My voice squeaks out. I grab at the hot chocolate and make for the door, “Anyway it's long forgotten Xavier, I don’t care anymore. Lumiere and you and Charlie can all just take the pastries and share them together.” I shout over my shoulder, quickly walking to escape the coffee room. As I open the door it cracks shut, a blade hilt made of light jamming the door shut. “Xavier let me go, we aren’t officially dating so you have no reason to get as jealous as you do!”
Xavier materialises behind me, dipping his head down to blow cold air into my ear sending shivers down my spine. “I thought it was clear how serious I was about you after our little date after Charlie’s first meeting.” His voice is deep as he pulls my hair to the side exposing the skin of my neck. Why had I decided to go for my non-combative outfit today, there were no straps or holsters attached to keep me safe. It was the first time in ages I had worn such a simple outfit. My white shirt was buttoned neatly before Xavier had rudely pulled it to the side. The shirt was tucked into a long pencil skirt with a slight slit up the leg. Xavier uses the space he has created to press a soft kiss to my skin. I let out a soft moan at Xavier’s softness before he bites down, his fangs digging into my skin. I push him away and clutch at my shoulder, the bite feels wet to the touch and I pull my fingers away to show them stained with red.
“What the fuck Xavier?” I hiss at him, “This will leave such a fucking mark.” He smiles and wipes at his lips with his thumb, my blood smearing across his bottom lip.
“That’s the point.” He steps closer to me, his hands framing me against the door, “If I mark you then no one, not Charlie, not Lumiere, absolutely no one can look at you and think that you are theirs.” His words are seething with venom.
“I am no ones Xavier, “ I whisper, craning my head to look at him, “I am not yours unless you ask me.”
“Will-” Xavier kisses my forehead, “-You-” he moves to my eyes and presses light kisses to each eye, “-Be-” a kiss pressed softly against my right cheek -”My-” another to my left cheek, “-Girlfriend-” he leans forward and tilts my head upwards. Xavier lowers his face to meet mine and our lips slip together in a gentle dance. He deepens the kiss with ease, pressing me against the hard wall of our coffee room, his hands tangling in my hair I had meticulously styled for work. He pulls back, his face as flushed as mine. Xavier was beautiful, perfect as though he was frozen in time but it was always good to see him be a bit more human with flushed skin and sparkling blue eyes. “So answer my question.” He murmurs, pressing another feather-light kiss on my lips.
“Hmmm.” I almost forgot what he had asked but the slight shaking of his voice gave his nerves away, “Yes Xavier I will be your girlfriend.” His lips crash onto mine before I can even finish my sentence. This time his kiss isn’t gentle or loving, it is possessive. He controls the movement of my mouth, pressing his tongue in deep to tangle with mine. His hands roam my body with a feeling of desperation as he runs them over my hair, my back, his hands dipping lower till they reach my ass. Xavier cups me against his hands, grasping at me through my pencil skirt.
“This is not the easiest of outfits to access you with.” He laughs into my shoulder, stepping back to assess the situation, “maybe you should take it off.” He looks me up and down as though I am prey ensnared in his trap.
“Xavier, I can't at work, there are cameras, we have already done enough to be fired, I don’t want to be securities wet dream.“ Xavier flicks his fingers and sparks of light blind the cameras, wrapping their tendrils around the lenses.
“That’s one problem solved and as for the problem of work, well, technically you are doing optional overtime so just maybe opt out.” He shrugs nonchalantly, his facial expression returning back to its normal peace. He doesn’t look like the kind of man who would ravage you in the coffee room, but I know he is.
Especially if I give him the answer he wants.
Xavier blinks at me with his wide doe eyes and long lashes, his mouth forming a soft pout. I reach behind me to the zip of my pencil skirt and slowly pull it down. The creaking of the zip is loud in the quiet room as I hold my breath and Xavier smiles menacingly, showing his sharp canines, my shoulder can evidence this. I wiggle out of the skirt and let it pool around my heels. The air conditioner is cool on my legs despite the tights I am wearing. Xavier takes a sharp breath in.
“Are those lace panties?” He raises his eyebrows and takes a gulp as his eyes stay transfixed on my bottom half.
“Just in case a certain silver haired evolver wanted a repeat of our first night together.” Xavier raises his eyebrows and takes a step forward.
“What about a matching top?” He murmurs, his eyes fixated on my hands as I unbutton the shirt slowly to show the matching lace bralette. I had worn a set that had reminded me of him this morning, as crystal blue as his eyes with diamond’s sewn in that matched his silver hair.
“I wore this set just for you Xavier, it reminds me of some of my favourite things.” I run my hands through my hair, tossing it in the way Xavier loved where it was all wild, “I love your hair, especially holding it when you are on top of me.” I whisper to him, stepping forward and trailing my hands up his chest. I cup his face and he leans into my hands. “And I love the intensity of your eyes when you’re looking at me.”
“What else do you love?” He whispers, pressing my hand against his mouth for soft kisses.
“I love how possessive you are.”
“You do huh?” He kisses my hand again but this time harder, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of my palm. “I thought, and I am just quoting here, that you are no one’s.” He looks up at me through his long lashes. Pressing another hard kiss to my sternum, his hair tickling my breasts. I arch into his mouth as he peppers the skin with kisses, avoiding everywhere I wanted him to touch.
“I was obviously wrong Xavier,” He nips softly, “I am yours, not Charlies or Lumiere, just yours.” He growls into my chest.
“How dare you mention those men's names?” He pulls back, his face hardening in anger. He reaches down to his pants and my heart starts to beat faster as he undoes his belt. He drags it through the hoops of his evolver uniform and wraps it around his fist. “I am the one kissing you and yet you are thinking about them?” His eyes crease in frustration.
“Xavier,” I step away from him, my ass hitting the coffee room table, “What are you doing?” My voice shakes at the lack of emotion in his gaze. He walks towards me till the table digs uncomfortably into my spine.
“Turn around and you’ll see.” He whispers menacingly, the hand not wrapped in his leather belt grips my hips and spins me with ease, pushing me firmly against the table and bending me practically in two. He grinds slightly against my exposed ass, his cock pressed roughly against me. “You are mine and I want you to repeat that until I believe you.” He hisses into my ear. I hear the snap of the belt being folded in half and the whoosh of a strike. My body shakes against the table with the blow and I groan in pain or pleasure I can’t tell. “Say it.” He commands.
“I’m yours.” I whisper as the air between us becomes tense with the anticipation of another blow. Xavier lets me finish my sentence before I feel the crack against my skin and I arch into the hand holding me down.
“I don’t believe you.”
I pant through the adrenaline, “I am yours Xavier.”
Another crack, tears sting my eyes and I can feel my ass already getting bruised from the brutality of him. “I’m yours.” I say, making my tone as resolute as I can.
“Not good enough.” He cracks his belt against me again before leaning down and pressing his cock into my pained ass, I hiss out in pain as he grinds into me but I can’t help but reciprocate. Moisture pooling between my legs as his free hands grips my hair and pulls my head forward. “I need to see the dedication, the loyalty you have for me, you see.” He peppers my neck and back with soft kisses before leaning up and undoing my bra, pulling it off me in one swift movement till my breasts are pressed against the stained coffee table. My tears mixed with remnants of drinks and snacks. I feel dirty as he nips at the skin of my spine.
“So spank me more,” I breathe out between my pants, “If you need to see my dedication to you then do whatever you need too.” Xavier hums in approval, pushing my legs open to pull my tights and panties down. I am spread eagle face down, completely nude in the office breakroom. Xavier remains fully clothed. He hits me again and tears fall silently down my face as I moan in anguish.
“If you want to be truly dedicated to me why did you say not to mark you hmm?” His fingers lightly trail between my legs, pressing softly at my exposed clit.
“I take it back, I take it back, please Xavier. Do whatever you need to. I am completely owned by you.” He presses his fingers straight into me, I gasp at their length as he flicks against my g-spot and I writhe on his hands. He pumps them into me and with his other hand he grips onto my marked ass making me hiss and moan all at the same time. The sensations are too much as he pulls and pushes me onto his fingers, kissing and groping me all at the same time. I can barely breathe. The orgasm builds quickly under his skilful hands.
“I’m going to cum Xavier.” I moan as his hand moves from my ass to my throat, pulling me up into him. He squeezes the last dredges of air I was holding onto.
“So do it.” I break under him, my body shakes as I grind the orgasm out onto his hands, spazzaming against his fingers that he continuously pumps into me and I flood onto his hands. The noises are disgusting, squelching and dripping, I feel myself pouring down my legs as I try to catch my breath, my throat hurts from moaning through no air.
He pulls back as I cum to admire his handiwork. I am spread eagle dripping with cum, my ass bright red with welts and my breasts sore from being pressed into the harsh table but I dare not move until he says. “I think I want to make you permanently, what do you say? Just to make sure you don’t get any ideas of fucking anyone else?” He hums to himself and I hear his trousers pooling on the floor. Light surrounds me, pulling me off the table till I am stood straight, Xavier’s evol wrapping around my legs and arms to keep them straight. “Do you want to pick where?” He asks, his voice quiet and soft as he trails his fingers up my body and scoops my breasts, and kisses each of them with soft sighs. As he spins me to lock eyes with him my eyes traverse his now naked body, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants gone. His cock springs to attention, long and beautiful. I want to taste him, I want him to cum all over me.
If he wanted to put a baby in me I wouldn't deny him.
Xavier was crazy but he was my crazy and all I wanted was him inside me, rocking him into an orgasm like the one he just gave me. “You choose.” I whisper as the light tightens around my neck and slips into my mouth, writhing against my tongue as I begin to suck at the evol. It tastes of metal and magnets and nothing at all. But Xavier smiles as he watches me and that is all I needed.
He pushes my neck to the side, his evol shaping me perfectly for his hands as his light makes the shape of a pencil. “This will hurt.” I nod at him as he lowers the pencil to my neck and begins to carve gently at my skin with slow strokes. I resist the urge to scream and suck harder on the evol that was moving around my mouth. Xavier presses himself against me as he draws his masterpiece, his bare cock against my hands that the light evol hadn't restricted. I grasp at him and trail my fingers up his dick. He hisses, blowing cold air on my new wound as he draws. “Just wait till I am finished and you can have me.” The light evol pulls my hands away as he finishes up on my neck and steps back with a sly smile. He pulls his evol off me and I stagger unbalanced, my body aching in places I didn’t even know it could.
“What have you done to me?” I whisper, reaching my hand up to touch my neck but Xavier grabs it.
“No touching, we don’t want you to get an infection, it is an open wound after all.” He grabs the top of the tea tin, its metallic shine allowing me to see the bright red scarring of a spattering of tiny shooting stars, a paler version of a tattoo. “It’ll heal very quickly and you will barely be able to see it, but in just the right light or position all those stars will be there.” He states with a sly smile.
“Light like your evol?” I whisper, admiring the beauty of the galaxy he had drawn across my skin. He nods and makes his way over to me, pulling me against his chest, his cock pressed painfully against my stomach. “Hey Xavier?” I whisper, untangling myself from the embrace. His eyes are softened as he nods again, “Now can you fuck me, but not in a soft way. Fuck me because you own me.” A smile spreads on his face as I spin around and now his cock is pressed against my ass.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, but I think that there is one final thing that shows that you're mine.”
“What is it?” I grind against him as a moan slips out of his mouth.
“Let everyone else know who owns you.” He picks me up with ease, his arms wrapping around my stomach as he leaves the coffee room and makes his way to the large windows that frame our office, “And don’t worry about the cameras. I will make sure they are all pointed towards us.” He pressed me against the cold glass, the civilians down below could easily look up and see me completely bare, he picked me up and spread my legs till I was balanced on the tip of his cock. I moan in frustration at the tease.
“Do you want to do this? Let everyone see?” He murmurs, pressing his cock in further.
“You own me.” I whisper and his evol erupts around us, lighting up our window as he pulls me down, completely enveloping him. We are a beacon to the street and to the cameras and it makes it all that hot. Xavier fucks into me hard, pulling his length out and slamming in back in as I mewl in drunken pleasure, his balls slap against my ass and his hands grope at my breasts, painfully twisting my nipples. He pounds into me with no mercy, my already injured ass bearing the brunt of his brutality. I moan and scream and writhe in pleasure as he reaches the spot that fills me so perfectly. “Fuck me Xavier, fuck me and own me and do what you want with me.” I scream, pressing my hands against the cold glass.
“Where do you want me to cum?” He whispers, pulling out almost all the way.
“Inside of me Xavier, own all of me, from my head to my toes, own my insides, paint my womb.” I moan as he presses his dick even further into me and one hand reaches towards my stomach.
“You can feel my dick here, I am going to fill you with babies.” He hisses before his dick starts to spazzam, filling me up with strings of hot white cum. The sensation makes me cum and I see stars as we cum together, pressed harshly against the window so much that I fear it’ll break. Xavier mumours unintelligently as we writhe together, both of us spent. He collapses onto my back, panting into my sweating skin and pulls me away from the window. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He mutters and peppers me with soft kisses against all the bruises and marks.
“What about the cameras and the window?” I whisper as reality starts to settle in but Xavier laughs, his hands dipping between my legs to press against my clit and I moan, his dick behind me already hardening. I grind against his fingers, “Let’s give them another show.”