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Date With The Enemy

Date With The Enemy

by conqueredchampion
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The festival hosted by The Campus was that night.

They had harvested an overabundance of corn, and decided to make a whole thing of it. You smile as you walk in, clad in your favorite sundress and wedges. You are really feeling yourself, your hair loose about your shoulders, your hips swaying with every step you took.

"Why, hello, Agent." You smile as you turn around, looking up into the face of none other than Henry Hayes.

"Hello, Hayes." You say. He looks like he is struggling to keep his eyes on yours as he hands you a bag of popcorn. "Holy..." You say, taking a bite. You moan loudly, closing your eyes as you savor the treat. You hear him chuckle.

"I'm on my fourth bag." Hayes said, smiling. He crunched on a handful, before his attention was pulled elsewhere. "Enjoy the festival." He said. Was he...checking you out?

He is just a man,

you think as you watch him walk away with interest you had refused to act on these past few months. No one had ever seen you out of your work clothes or wristwatch, before. At least, before the Green Poison.

You walk over to the dining area, smiling from ear-to-ear as you watched kids devour ears of corn, butter staining their shirts and cheeks. You laugh when one offers you the rest of their corn. You squat down to their level.

"That's yours, silly!" You say. "You don't have to share it!"

"But where's yours?" They ask. You smile.

"I'm going to go get one." You say. "Eat up, little friend." You mess up their hair before they run off to play. A hand comes into view, reaching down to offer help up. Your eyes follow the hand until you're looking into icy, beautiful blue eyes.

"Thought you could use some help." He said. His dark hair was slicked back, his beard short and trim. His smile was kind, but you thought you've seen this man before.

If so, where?

You smile back up at him, taking his hand. He pulls you up with ease, his muscles flexing against the skin of your hand. His eyes drink you in, and you can't help but stare.

You've

seen

this man somewhere.

"Have we met?" You ask, tilting your head. He smiles.

"Have we?" He asks. Your brows raise, noting his avoidance of the question. "I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm here without a date." He says.

"I came alone, too." You say. You offer him some popcorn. "So, when's curfew?" You ask. He laughs, a low chuckle that makes your insides throb with excitement.

What were the chances?

He takes some popcorn, and he has the same reaction you did minutes ago. He moans, closing his eyes for a second.

"And to think..." He said. "...I wasn't a big fan of popcorn before all this." He smirks. "Curfew? Me?"

You laugh. "Just wondering when I should have you back by." You don't know what it is, but you feel rather bold around this man. Something just seemed to pull you in and build you up.

"I won't be missed too long." He said, his smile fading a little. You tilt your head at him, drawing his attention to you. He offers you his arm. "Shall we, Agent?" He says. You take it, even as your mind struggles to connect the way he said 'Agent.'

You had to figure this out. And what better way than on a date with the mystery man?

"Lead the way." You say, smiling up at him. He smiles back, and your heart does cartwheels, your core already heated. The way he looked at you...you could tell he was thinking in high-gear.

You sit down a few minutes later, with plates of pot roast and veggies and corn on the cob, complete with butter slathered onto it. You bite your lip as you smile wide at the plate, already knowing which part of your meal you'd be starting with. You look up to your date, who was looking at you with that same analyzing gaze he had before.

You can't help but notice how your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your thighs rubbing themselves together underneath the table as you tried to calm yourself down. Your heart refused the order outright, instead bringing a blush to your cheeks as you looked into his eyes.

Your stomach growled; loudly. He laughed, picked up the corn, and looked back at you.

"To our...first date." He said. You laugh, touching your ear of corn to his, the butter already dripping as it mixed with itself.

"Cheers!" You say, crying out as butter dripped down your fingers to your wrist, then your elbow. You laugh as you lick it up, moaning as you do so. You hadn't had actual butter in...god, how long?

You look over at your date and see him watching you. The look in his eyes was the same you saw from hostages you rescued, when they had been starved for days.

Fuck this.

You think, putting your corn down and slowly lick the butter from your fingers, moaning happily. Your eyes open to see him lowering his corn, contemplating how far he wanted to go.

What am I doing?

You ask yourself. You look around, noting that all the kids had already gone home. It was late when the festival started, and later still since you had come in.

"I'm being foreward." You say. "I apologize. I'm not usually this..." You struggle to find a word for it, before he beats you to the punch.

"Relatable?" He asks. You freeze, his eyes drawing you in yet again. "

Beautiful?

Because I call bullshit on that one." You are blushing hard as you look away, taking the corn back up from your plate.

"Thank you." You say, sheepishly. You feel him touch your finger, and you look up only to realize he had his lips around your pointer finger as he licks the butter from it. His eyes flick up to watch you as her takes the next finger, his tongue licking around the tip before he sucked the rest of it off.

You were

so

getting laid that night.

"Can't let it go to waste." He said. You were speechless; was this all

really

happening? You watched as he began to eat, his eyes flicking up to check on you.

You had a feeling you'd be

begging

for him to take you before the night was over.

After eating, blushing like a new bride, the jazz concert began on the stage on the second floor. The whole first floor had people dancing as the band played above them. Before he could protest, you pull him onto the dance floor, before you twirl in graceful circles.

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You stopped to see him smirking at you as he watched you, with that same gaze as earlier with the butter.

You beckoned to him with a pointer finger, which he raised an eyebrow at. He joined you, taking you into his arms for a swing dance together. Before long, he was twirling you out as you laughed, before spinning back into his arms.

His

smell

was so...what was it that had you reeling from just how attracted you were to this man? The smell was woodsy, yet...there was something to it you can't figure out.

A slow song began. You're still looking into his eyes when he pulls you to him, leading you in a slow dance. You're so close, you can feel his breath on your neck as you look over his shoulder.

Henry Hayes was watching you two with an expression that could only be described as jealousy. You could see he was trying to square it with himself. You waved to him, but maybe he didn't see it.

Oh well.

You think. You pull back from your date's embrace, looking into his eyes as you sway together.

"I have to say...Agent." He said, just loud enough for you to hear. "I wasn't expecting this side of you."

"And which side were you expecting?" You ask. He smirks.

"Not this." He said. You could tell he elected not to say what he

really

thought.

"Well...I wasn't expecting to find a date." You say, smiling softly at him. "So...thank you."

"No, thank

you

." He said. "You're giving me the chance to get to know a celebrity."

"Hah. Celebrity. Good one." You say. You have both stopped dancing, even as songs changed. He was looking into your eyes, about to say something when someone interrupted the song.

"There's a rumor going around..." The band member says. "...that our very own Agent knows how to sing!"

You blush, your eyes going wide as you turn to look at the stage.

Oh, hell no.

You shake your head, making an X with your arms, trying to get them to stop.

"Lookit her, trying to avoid the spotlight. Agent, you don't take credit for

anything

you do! Get up here!"

The crowd is looking at you, some shouting at you to join them on the stage. You cover your face to try and hide the blush, before you feel a pair of strong hands rip your hands from your face.

"You too?" You groan at your date. He laughs, shoving you toward the stage. You turn to him, acting like you've suffered the greatest betrayal.

His smile is

brilliant.

You pout, and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Knock us dead, Agent." He said, before releasing an intentional breath into your ear. You squirm, squeaking as he lifts you up onto the stage.

"Traitor!" You cry out as the band drags you over to the microphone. He smirks, folding his arms as he watches.

The first notes of a song you haven't heard in

forever

plays, and you can't help but take the mic from the stand as you move with the music.

"This one, huh?" You ask the band. They are smirking. "Okay." You say. "Please tell me you have

real

booze up here." They hand you a glass full of something you thought had been looted ten times over. You smirk, downing the glass and another before beginning a rendition of Someone to Love.

You were surprised that your date waited for you, a beer in each hand when you jump off the stage. He hands you the other beer.

"Would you believe I was an agent?" He asked. Your eyebrows rise, before he laughs. "Finding talent." He said. "The look on your face..." You laugh with him, taking a swig of the beer.

"You got me." You say, shaking your head. "So. Would you sign me?" You ask. His smirk fades to a smaller smile as he steps closer to you, before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

There's a small picture in your mind of a man you'd only seen at Coney Island through a drone's lens. A man that had been leaving behind messages for someone to stumble upon.

A Rogue Agent that had suddenly popped back up on the Division's radar. You look at his face, your eyes straying to his lips before flicking back up to look into his eyes.

It can't be.

His hand cupped your cheek, his touch tender as his gaze flicked to your lips.

"You would make me

millions.

" He said. "But..."

"But?" You ask, your voice a whisper.

"Then I'd have to

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you." He whispered back. Your heart hammered madly in your chest as you looked at each other.

Fuck it.

You lean up, pressing your lips against his. The music and crowd around you swells to a crescendo, the noise loud as your date pulls away. He was about to say something, but hesitated.

"Get a room!" Someone shouted at you. You blush madly, laughing as you throw a piece of popcorn at that person. You turn back to have your face taken in large hands, a pair of lips covering yours.

You both pull away, chests rising and falling rapidly as you struggle with self-control in a public space.

You take his hand, leading him away from the crowd. You find an alley that was not used as much before you're pressing him into the shipping container's wall. Your lips find his and you kiss him passionately, his hands find your hips and then your ass.

Without another word, he switches places with you. He now trapped you against the cold, metal wall, kissing you passionately, your tongues dancing a furious tango. His hands took your face in them, his kisses becoming more and more desperate and heated.

You match him easily, your arms coming around his neck to embrace him. He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his middle. He thrusts his cock against your core, and you cry out into the kiss as you grind him right back.

"Are you sure?" He asked, between kisses. You nod, kissing him desperately and passionately. You feel his hands find the hem of your dress, before pushing your panties aside. You find his belt buckle and make quick work of it, then unzip his zipper.

His fully-erect cock springs out from the confines of his pants, untethered by underwear. So he was a commando guy.

Very nice.

His gaze meets yours again as he aligns himself with you. You moan, biting your lip to stifle the noise, as you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. You are already

so wet

that you are already making squishing noises with every brush of his cock.

"Ready?" He asks, probing.

"Take me." You whisper back. He smirks, before he pushes in with the wettest squish you've ever heard.

"Never thought you'd...be interested." He said, thrusting into you again.

"And what would give you

that

impression?" You ask. You feel his balls slap your ass as he thrusts back in deep, easily hitting your cervix. You hold back another cry, instead watching him. He leans into your shoulder, inhaling deep before exhaling against your ear, chuckling.

"Because you want to kill me...Agent." He said. Your heart stops for a second as the pieces are put together, finally revealing the whole picture. You pull back to look at him, finding that he was smirking.

"Keener." You say.

"Very good." He says, thrusting back into you, faster and faster. "Still want this cock?"

Your answer is to knock you both over, with Keener now on the ground as you sit astride him, still connected.

You begin to move your hips as you look down into his eyes, your hands holding his over his head.

"I have to admit..." You say, as you ride him. You moan, throwing your head back as he frees himself, taking your hips in his hands. At least he wasn't trying to kill you, right? "...This is

much

better than I was hoping for."

"Wait...what?" Keener asked. You smile down at him, riding him effortlessly.

"I've had a crush on you for a while." You say, shrugging. "And I have a feeling...it's mutual."

He flips you over, before he throws your legs over his shoulders and begins to fuck you hard and fast into the ground.

"You are

not

going to stop me, little Agent." He said, his voice harsh. "I

will

win, and you

will

join me."

"Ohhh." You say. "So you're trying to recruit me. You do this with Conely, too?"

His answer, as the music got loud again, was to spank your thigh. You cry out, the music drowning out the noises you were making together.

"I don't

do this

with

anyone.

" He said.

"Ahhh. So enemy number one has a soft spot!" You say, smirking up at him. He smirks at you, before spanking the same thigh.

"You do, too." He says, gesturing to how you are splayed out below him. "What if I just want to fuck you exclusively?"

"What if I said yes?" You ask, moaning loudly. "Fuck me harder, Aaron."

"I have to admit...hearing you say my name..."

"Could go back to calling you Keener." You say. He slaps your thigh again.

"I'm going to fuck you..." He said, panting. "...so fucking hard, Agent."

"Prove it!" You shout.

He does. Even as you kill his team, he fucks you after every one of them.

And it is brutal, just the way you like it.

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