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The first time it happened, it wasn't on purpose. Not really. Xavier was so fucking cute, it wasn't fair. The way his pretty blue eyes got wide, the soft pout that settled on his lips when you did something that made him jealous. How he'd place his hand on your lower back like it belonged there when he led you out of rooms or away from people who stole your attention from him, it was hot.
In addition to that, the man was seriously skilled. His evol was powerful, and he cut through wanderers like it was nothing. After one particularly tough day of battle, you both were a little roughed up. Not too bad, a scrape here and there, but a streak of blood ended up on his face. Gods help you, Xavier was a handsome man normally, but roughed up and messy from a battle? It was downright sinful how good he looked.
After battle, your blood always ran hot. Since you started this job your vibrator got a workout, most days leaving you so on edge you had no choice but to find some sort of quick release. You expected the same would happen after that battle. Yet, instead of telling him goodnight in the elevator, you asked him to come inside you apartment and have dinner with you. He agreed.
So you ordered dinner in, washed up enough to eat, and he did the same. Dinner arrived and you ate next to him on the couch, half-watching some boring movie you didn't care about. Especially not with him so close to you.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft and warm in your ears. Unwanted goosebumps danced up your arms, and you did your best to repress the shiver.
"Fine. Just on edge, you know?" You sighed and laid back into the couch. "I'm always a little tense after battles. It'll pass."
He looked at you in that way of his. Bright blue eyes that seemed to already know every secret you had, like he saw down to the very essence of who you were. You, on the other hand, never knew what he was thinking. He was so calm. So stable that your bullshit never fazed him. Like Zayne, in a way. Maybe that's why you liked Xavier so much. That stability and seemingly never-ending patience soothed your nerves and made your mind turn into jelly when it was directed at you. Like it was at that moment.
"What do you usually do to calm down?" he asked.
Gods, his eyes were so wide, he looked too innocent. You wondered if he heard you come before. He was right upstairs, and while you tried to be quiet, the walls were thin. Your heart thrummed under your breast and you tried to come up with some sort of lie that sounded convincing.
"I...uh..."
"Your face is red," he said in that same monotone voice. A little glint of something sparkled in his eyes, but you turned away to hide your burning face.
"I'll calm down in a little bit. I think I just need to lay down." It was a lame cover up. You knew it, Xavier knew it, and so did the thirty-seven plushies in the corner of your couch.
"Lay on me then. We have to finish the movie, I won't be able to sleep if I don't know how it ends."
A lie almost as lame as yours. Xavier could sleep standing up waiting for backup if he had to. Still, when he leaned back on the couch and opened his arms in invitation, you couldn't resist. He was your work partner. You trusted him with your life every day, certainly you could take a nap on him.
His coat was off, and all he wore was a thin t-shirt that fit close to his body. Battle-toned muscle laid under a soft layer of bulk, he turned out to be the perfect pillow. Warm and soft, he registered in your mind as safe on a bone-deep level. You took off your hunter uniform when you went to wash up, and you regretted the short sleep shorts and thin shirt you picked out, because the heat of him seeped through the fabric and burned against your skin.
The rush of adrenaline-induced desire you dealt with after battle didn't ease. If anything, his proximity and the fact he was still partially mused from battle did the exact opposite of help the predicament you found yourself in. You laid on his chest. He used one arm as a pillow, and the other draped over your waist like it belonged there. Distracted, his thumb stroked your side and you thought you'd melt out of your skin you were so hot. Your panties were soaked through, and you tried to adjust every few minutes to escape the feeling.
The third time you squeezed your thighs together and rolled your hips to a more comfortable position, Xavier stilled you with his firm grip. You mewled, like the pathetic little kitten Sylus insisted you were. It was an embarrassing sound, and you hid your face in Xavier's chest, pretending he didn't hear you.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you sore?" Xavier asked.
"Yeah," you said, your voice tight. "I'm very, very sore."
You refused to look at him. You reminded yourself all the reasons you needed to behave yourself. Xavier was your neighbor. You worked together. He was jealous of anyone else who took your attention now. You saw him every single day. You were friends. You should not ruin all of that by letting your horny brain make the decisions. Yes, he was handsome, gentle, and lethal at once. Sure, he was tall with big shoulders and strong hands. Yeah, he was probably strong enough to throw you around and his cock was--
His cock was hard. It throbbed against your lower stomach between the clothing separating you. You moved just enough that you felt it, likely why Xavier tried to get you to stop. You kept your head buried in his chest. He said nothing. Silence dragged between you as you fought yourself for mental clarity.
But then he said your name. Breathless, almost a whine. Needy. Your self control left the fucking building. You braved meeting his face, and his eyes were dark with desire. You sat up with your palms flat on his chest. Your hair curtained over your shoulder as his large hands came to rest on your waist. Your left hand slid up his chest, to his jaw, and you held him there, neither of you speaking.
He broke first.
Faster than you could track, he flipped you so you were on your back with your arms above your head. Your wrists were held in one of his hands, and he crashed his lips into yours. You moaned as he ground his hips into you, showing you just how hard he was. Your mind spun. He was so thick, you could already imagine the stretch he'd give you.
He tore his lips away, and you were both breathless. Pinned under him, you had no desire to move. His broad form blocked out the dim light of the movie, and all you knew was him. He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, and he kissed you again. More tender than the last time.
"Do you want to continue this?" he asked. His grip loosened around your wrists, giving you an easy way to escape. Not that you couldn't before. You were strong enough to knock anyone who you didn't want touching you on their ass, but the gesture made your heart and stomach flip.
"I do," you said, your voice soft. "Do you?"
"More. than. anything."
He punctuated the words with kisses down your neck. That little voice in the back of your head that screamed "don't fuck your co-workers" went silent as all the remaining rational thought in your mind melted out of your ears. Who were you to deny yourself something you both wanted?
You arched into his kisses and his free hand slid under the hem of your shirt. Big, calloused, and oh so warm, he reached up your side and pushed your shirt up. He let go of your wrists only long enough to pull your shirt off, and then he unhooked your bra. Your full tits jiggled as he removed the garment, and he cursed.
"Fuck, bunny. You're so beautiful." His praise came out with the sanctity of a prayer. The nickname he gave you, something he hadn't done until now, made your cheeks burn. His shirt came next, and by all the fucking gods, you couldn't breathe. He was so good looking it was unfair. How were you ever meant to resist this?
Before you could reply with a sultry remark, his lips were back on yours with your wrists pinned under his palm. He kissed you softly at first, but it quickly grew more heated. It was like he was pent up, so full of need that the slightest touch would break him, and that drove you wild. His lips left your mouth and trailed down your neck, to your tits, and down your stomach.
"Xavier, please I--"
"Quiet," he commanded. "I'll give you what you need, but I need something first."
His voice took on a harder edge. Soft-spoken, meek Xavier was gone, and in his place stood the dominant, deadly, serious version of him you only caught glimpses of. Gods, you didn't think you could get any wetter, but here you were, so wet that even your shorts were soaked through. He cursed again when he came face-to-face with the truth of your desire. He released your wrists and again, faster than you could blink, he slipped your shorts and panties off.
He threw your legs over his shoulders and kissed from your knee down to your thigh, moving slowly as he eased himself in line with your soaking pussy. Nestled between your thighs, he licked from your opening to your clit. You both moaned. His strong hands gripped your thighs, and he lost himself in your pussy. Long, firm licks lapped up all your juices and his nose bumped against your clit in a perfect rhythm.
Pent up and drenched, you were already close. Not that Xavier seemed to notice. He was too busy devouring you to respond to your warnings that you were close, or maybe he wanted you to shatter all over his face. Either way, the wave built until you couldn't hold it back. He moaned as you came on his face, and he looked up at you from between your thighs. His pretty blue eyes bright and sparkling in the low light.
Xavier kissed your still-pulsing clit then sat up on his knees. His belt came off in one hand, and his pants and boxers slipped down his strong thighs. His cock was just as thick as you imagined it would be, and a good length. Big enough to hit all the right places and wide enough to give you the stretch you needed. You bit your lip and shivered as you imagined how it'd stretch you wide open, and your legs spread of their own accord.
Xavier slapped the head of his cock on your clit and you whined, a high-pitched, pitiful sound. He chuckled, the sound just as warm as the rest of him. "I think you're wet enough to take my cock. Do you want it, bunny?"
"Please, Xavier," you whined. "I need you."
"Bend over for me. Hands behind your back," he said.
You flipped around and pressed your chest into the couch, arched your back, and spread your legs. Your hands went to the small of your back. The smooth leather of his belt wrapped around your wrists and he planted a kiss between your shoulder blades.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"Tell me if you need me to untie you." Another kiss between your shoulder blades made your heart do the stupid flipping thing it liked to do around him, and you made a simple noise of agreement, not trusting your voice.
He gripped the tail of the belt and held it tight in his hands, pulling your arms back. Restrained, your already lust-fogged mind emptied further, sinking deeper down into the sensations Xavier gave you. His large hand clapped down on your ass, not hard, but just enough to make noise. Your hips rolled back against his, and he cursed.
"What a good girl you are," he cooed. "Fucking perfect. Better than I imagined."
The confession that he imagined you like this was too much for your lust-drunk mind to process. Thankfully, Xavier didn't seem to expect a response from you. He lined his fat cock up with your entrance, then slipped in.
Your moan was muffled by the couch. His cock was so thick it burned slightly as he settled inside you. You hadn't taken anything bigger than your fingers since you started work, and Gods, having Xavier inside you was the best kind of stretch. He started off slow, going in deep and hitting every spot that made your breath hitch, then he slowly eased back until only the tip remained. He continued that slow pace, stretching you out around his fat cock.
Your fingers wrapped around his belt for some sort of purchase, needing something to tether you to the moment. Each slow, luxurious roll of his hips pushed another desperate, needy whine out of you and into the couch.
"Xavier!" you moaned.
"Yes, bunny?" he asked, his voice as calm as ever.
"More, please."
"You need more?" Xavier hummed. "I'm not sure you can take it."
"I need more, please!"
He clapped down on your other ass cheek. Noisy, but not hard enough to hurt and your mind melted. His pace increased from torturously slow to a medium pace, the added fiction against your slick inner walls pulling more needy sounds out of you. Your walls fluttered around him as you neared your second release.
"You already want to come again, don't you?" Xavier said, his voice low. "I feel you getting close. Fuck, you feel so good."
You cried out his name again, with some sort of half-babbled praise about how big he was, how much he stretched you. You were fucked out. Gone. Lost in sensation.
"I can't hear you. Say that again." Xavier slammed his hips hard into yours and you moaned his name again. Louder this time, followed by more babbled praise. "Good girl, that's more like it."
His hand settled around the belt holding your wrists together and his thrusts became deep, punishing things. You babbled out praises and moans of his name as your release grew closer and closer. His other hand reached under your bodies and rubbed your clit in slow, firm circles and you shuddered.
His cock throbbed inside you. Pulsing alongside your slick walls as he thrust into you. The wet sounds of your fucking echoed in your living room, over the sound of your forgotten movie. Panted breaths and muffled moans added to the sounds, which only made you burn hotter. Your pussy clenched around his cock when he hit just the right angle, and you choked out a needy moan.
"Come for me, bunny. Let me feel you."
The command was spoken softly in your ear, but there was a sharp edge to it you had no choice but to obey. You came with a loud cry of Xavier's name, gushing over his thick cock. You clenched and squeezed, and Xavier barely pulled out before he came. Thick, hot spurts painted your ass, and he moaned your name as he coated you in his come.
You both were breathless in the aftermath. Xavier leaned down and kissed the space between your shoulder blades as he freed your wrists from his belt. Strong hands massaged your wrists until they stopped tingling, then he placed a soft kiss on each one. He disappeared for a moment, and when he came back he had a warm cloth. He cleaned you up, then pulled you against his chest.
You nuzzled into his neck, sighing softly. He turned your chin and convinced you to drink some water. You slowly came back to the moment, your body blissfully calm and mind blessedly empty. He laid back on the couch and pulled you with him. You flopped on top of him, and he pulled your couch blanket over you both.
You didn't mean to fall asleep.
That was your first thought as your work alarm blared from your bedroom. Sunlight danced in through the windows of your apartment, and a quick look at your phone said it was just past seven. Work started at nine. Xavier was fast asleep under you, snoring softly without a care in the world. His arms held you tight against his chest, and after a little bit of wiggling around, you realized there was no escaping his death grip.
You were both still naked, wrapped up together and warm from shared body heat. Your living room smelled like sex, and your face flushed as you realized you'd need to spot clean your couch. Looking down at the sleeping man below you, your neighbor, your co-worker, you realized mistakes were made last night, and now you had to suffer the consequences.
You shook Xavier's shoulder. "Xavier. It's time to wake up."
He mumbled something that sounded like a "no". You tried again, shaking him harder this time. "Xavier!"
His arms wrapped tighter around you, as if he refused to let you go even while sleeping. You rolled your eyes. Running out of options and feeling increasingly trapped, you opted for something odd. You bit him. Right over his nipple.
It worked.
Xavier startled awake, and upon seeing your face, he eased, a soft laugh bubbling in his chest. "I didn't realize bunnies bit so hard."
You hummed, almost saying something stupid like, "that's why another sexy man I know calls me kitten", but you caught yourself. You cleared your throat. "You weren't waking up, so I had to resort to extreme measures. We have to get up for work."
Xavier checked the time on his phone and made a disgruntled noise. "I suppose so."
You swallowed hard as you prepared yourself for what could quite possibly be one of the most awkward morning-after conversations ever. You liked Xavier. A lot. However, this wasn't and could not become a relationship. You didn't know the extent of Xavier's feelings, but you knew he felt something, and you wanted to nip that in the bud before anything got too serious.
"We're good, right? Nothing is different with us?" you asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, we work together, live next to each other. I don't want last night to make things weird between us. I don't regret it, but I also don't want you to think it means something more than it does, you know?"
Xavier's smiling face went blank, and you knew you fucked up.
"What did it mean, then?" he asked, his tone flat.
"Well...we're friends. And maybe fuck buddies, if you want to be. If either of us needs a hand like I did last night, I'd be open to that. But, I honestly don't have time for a relationship, and I don't think you do either. I think it's best if we keep this casual."
"Casual." Xavier said the word like it offended him and you winced.
"Yeah. Is that alright with you?"
Xavier looked at you, the distance back in his blue eyes. The silence stretched on between you for several uncomfortable minutes, but you kept your mouth shut. If you fucked everything up permanently, it was best to figure that out now, before you got to work so you could request a new partner. Eventually, Xavier sighed and a little bit of the warmth he showed only to you came back into his expression.
"The next time a battle leaves you needing a way to burn off some steam, come to me. I'll take care of you," he said. He planted a chaste kiss on your shoulder, and you smiled at him.
"Alright. Otherwise, we're back to normal?"
"Yeah," he said. "Otherwise, we're back to normal."
You both knew it was a lie, but it comforted you all the same.
Yeah, things were perfectly, totally normal.
So. Normal.