Chris & Xion Spy Days Part 1

"You're up early," *Chris Red*, a freckled nosed young man with carrot orange hair murmured sleepily, his eyes still heavy with slumber as he felt the gentle pressure of his partner’s, *Xion White*, lips on his chest.

"Couldn't resist," she replied with a smirk, her voice a velvety whisper against his skin. The soft light of dawn streamed through the open curtains, casting a warm glow on the opulent hotel suite.

Chris stretched, his muscles rippling beneath the crisp white sheets. "I guess I should thank you for the wake-up call then." he said, his eyes slowly focusing on her. Xion's slender form was a stark contrast against the dark wood and velvet of the room, her white blouse and black panties hinting at the secret life they led together.

Her hand, soft yet firm, continued to glide up and down his bare shaft as she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes. The pink scar on her left eyebrow danced slightly as she grinned, the early morning light highlighting the mischief in her expression.

He was completely nude underneath the covers.

"What's got you so... eager?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as his cock began to thicken under her delicate touch.

"Just wanted to make sure you're ready for the day ahead." she said, her gaze dropping to his growing arousal. The other noticeably scar across on the bridge of her button nose, a testament to a mission gone slightly awry, stood out against her otherwise flawless porcelain skin.

Chris chuckled, his hand coming to rest on her head. "And what a way to start it," he murmured, his eyes dropping to the soft rise and fall of her breasts as she moved.

The air was thick with the scent of Parisian mornings, a blend of freshly baked bread and the faint hint of rain on cobblestone streets. The city was slowly coming to life outside their window, but inside the suite, their world was focused solely on the intimate dance of their bodies. Her hand paused for a moment, her eyes meeting his with a question.

*”Do you want me to make you cum?”*

He nods, his breath hitching in speed when she gives his seven-inch meat stick a testing squeeze. Like a firm handshake before a match.

"Alright," she said with a knowing smile, "But only if you promise to listen."

Chris leaned back into the pillows, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the warmth of Xion's cheek press against the side of his cock. The softness of her skin was leagues apart from the firmness of his shaft, which was now standing tall and proud against her face. She began to speak, her voice low and steady as she relayed the details of their mission.

Her breath was hot against his sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through him that he tried to ignore as he focused on her words.

Their target, a notorious arms dealer named Lafayette Homes, was to be at the Hotel de Crillon at noon, Xion said, her cheek sliding against him slightly as she talked. He was to be approached with caution, as he was known for his suspicion and propensity for violence. The intel they had received indicated that he would be in possession of a new weapon prototype that could change the face of the global arms trade.

Chris's hand tightened in her hair as she listed the security measures they would face further in the future once they have obtained the prototype: armed guards, retina scans, and a maze of corridors that could lead to dead ends or traps. Despite the seriousness of the information, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was what they lived for, the adrenaline rush of danger and the thrill of the hunt.

As Xion's cheek continued to caress him, Chris felt himself growing harder and more attentive. But her words became distant as he imagined her rising and turning around so he can pull her shorts down and expose the shaved pussy he was eating out the night before.

*”Blah blah, who cares about the details right? You know I’ll take care of everything like I always do,” sexy cock starved Xion says while shaking her ass over his delicious dick. “Now…fill me up big boy.”*

Xion's eyes narrowed as she felt his cock throb suddenly. "Hey. Pay attention Red." she warned, looking up at him with a stern expression that belied the gentle strokes of her hand.

She sat up, releasing him momentarily, and took a deep breath. Then, with a smirk, she leaned back down and began to suck on his balls, one at a time, her cheeks hollowing as she took them into her mouth. He watched in amazement as she suckled on them for only a few seconds before spitting them out and struggling to catch them both in her small palm, her fingers barely closing around them in time.

Chris's eyes snapped back to focus, and he cleared his throat. "Right, sorry," he said, his voice thick with desire. "What was the last part hun?"

"You're supposed to be listening, not daydreaming." she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "But since you asked so nicely," she released his balls with a soft plop and began to trace her tongue along the underside of his shaft, "Lafayette will have the prototype on him at all times. It's small, no bigger than a USB drive, but incredibly valuable. Could be a necklace or a ring.”

Chris's mind raced with the implications of their mission. They would need to be close to Lafayette, possibly within touching distance, to secure the device. He felt a rush of excitement mingled with the growing need for release as Xion's mouth closed around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. He couldn't help but groan as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with effort as she worked him.

He knew that now was not the time for distractions, but the sensation was too much to ignore. With a deep, guttural groan, Chris rocked his hips upward, pushing more of his cock into Xion's eager mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a silent acknowledgment of his urgency, and her grip on his balls tightened.

“UuK!” The sudden pressure made his legs quiver uncontrollably as she pulled down, the sensation shooting straight to his core. He could feel the wet warmth of her throat enveloping him, the gentle suction as she took him in deeper and deeper.

Her eyes watered a bit, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she took a firm hold of his hips and bobbed her head up and down, her throat muscles working tirelessly. She was like a masterful artist, sculpting pleasure from his body with every movement of her mouth. And when she pressed her thumb into his left nut, the one that was just a bit more sensitive than the right, his whole body jolted.

“Xxxiooonnnn!!” Chis mewls, screaming into a pillow as her grip was nut crunching. He was afraid of losing them to her!

Chris could feel his orgasm building, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. He was so close, *so fucking close.* And when she swallowed around him, her throat constricting around the base of his cock, he couldn't hold back anymore.

With a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking as he shot his load into her mouth. Xion didn't miss a beat, her eyes never leaving his as she held still, her throat working as she took every drop. It was an erotic, powerful sight, one that left him feeling both drained and invigorated.

Finally, she released him with a wet pop, a line of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before breaking. She licked her lips, a smug smile playing across her face as she sat back on her heels, watching him catch his breath.

Chris leaned his head back into the pillows, his chest heaving. "Fuck, Xion," he managed to say, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his climax.

"Alright, now that we've taken care of that," she said, wiping a smudge of precum from her chin with the back of her hand and burping quietly, "we need to get moving." She stood up, her body a symphony of grace and power. "We've got less than five hours until the meet at the Hotel de Crillon."

The mission was back at the forefront of Chris's mind, the fog of pleasure dissipating like mist in the early morning light. He nodded, his hand reaching out to her, beckoning her back to the bed. "Just a little more," he murmured, his voice cocky and needy.

But Xion was already moving, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she strode towards the bathroom. "We can't afford to be late," she called over her shoulder, "and we both know what happens when you start begging for more."

Her words hung in the air, a promise and a challenge. Chris grinned, his thick drooling cock on his thigh leaving a line of spit and cum she didn’t get with expert tongue.

"You wouldn’t dare," he said, his tone playful. But Xion had a glint in her eye that told him she absolutely would.

With a graceful flick of her wrist, she brought out a sleek, black bracelet from her jacket, which hung on the back of a chair. She snapped it onto her delicate wrist, and Chris felt a twinge of excitement as he recognized the gadget. He’d seen her use it before, but never in this particular way.

"Oh, I dare," she said with a smirk, and before he could react, she’d aimed it at him. With a silent hiss, a small talon claw shot out, the line attached to the bracelet taut as it latched onto his scrotum above his emptied testicles. He yelps in surprise, his eyes going wide.

“Oh! Ah ah! Okay I’m sorry!”

The pain was immediate, but she kept the pressure low, just enough to keep him on edge. "Now, get up." she ordered, her voice firm.

Chris's body jerked as the claw tightened slightly, the metal digging into his sensitive flesh. "Jesus, Xion!" he gritted out, pushing himself up to a sitting position. His cock bobbed with the movement, still partially erect from their earlier play.

"You know the drill," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she tapped the side of the bracelet. "Taser mode is just one button away."

Chris groaned, his arousal warring with the discomfort. But he knew better than to push her when she was in this mood. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the cool floor as he stood up. The claw remained in place, a constant reminder of her power over him.

"Good boy," she murmured, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Now, let’s get ready to go to work."

— - —

Chris gritted his teeth as he followed Xion's lead, her heels clicking rhythmically on the cobblestone streets. The claw marks on his balls from earlier served as an unyielding reminder of the delicate balance of power between them. They blended in perfectly with the early tourists, their warm-colored clothing a stark contrast to the predator's gaze they shared beneath the surface. The comms in their ears crackled with the static of anticipation as they approached the Hotel de Crillon. The grandeur of the historic building loomed before them, a silent sentinel to the clandestine dealings that would soon unfold within its walls.

Her eyes, a piercing blue that seemed to bore into the very soul of their mission, scanned the area with a precision that spoke volumes of her training. She was the eyes of their operation, always alert, always assessing. Meanwhile, Chris's gaze was a fiery red, a mirror of the passion and aggression that surged through him as he took in the surroundings, looking for any signs of trouble or opportunity. They communicated in hushed tones, their words a symphony of strategy and desire that only the two of them understood.

"Keep your eyes open," she whispered into the comm, her gaze never leaving the hotel's grand entrance. "Lafayette will be here soon."

Chris nodded, his grip on the concealed weapon at his side tightening. He was the aggressor, the muscle ready to pounce at a moment's notice. His eyes darted from face to face, searching for the telltale signs of their quarry or his entourage. The tension between them was palpable, a silent dance of readiness that thrummed in the air.

As they entered the hotel lobby, they split up, their movements coordinated like a well-oiled machine. Xion melted into the crowd, her white bob and pink scars standing out against the luxurious surroundings. She slid into the role of a tourist with ease, her eyes flickering around and her fake smile letting others know she didn’t need assistance or help.

Chris, on the other hand, took a seat in a nearby café, his eyes scanning the grand entrance. He unwrapped a granola bar and took a bite, the crunch echoing in his ear like gunfire. He chewed thoughtfully, watching as black uniformed security guards entered the building with quick, determined steps.

His heart rate ticked up a notch as he noted the urgency in their gait, the way their eyes darted around the lobby as if searching for an invisible threat.

He swallowed the mouthful, the sweetness of the oats and berries suddenly tasting like dust in his mouth. "Xion," he murmured into the comm, "Security's moving in. Big guards, defense types. Armed and ready."

Her voice was calm and measured in his ear. "Understood. How many?"

Chris took another bite of the granola bar, his eyes never leaving the guards as they fanned out, their hands hovering near their holstered weapons. "Five," he said, his mouth full. "They're spreading out."

Xion's voice was a sigh of relief. "Good. That's less than we expected. Eyes on target?”

Chris squinted a little, scanning the hotel's grand entrance. A chubby man waddled in, his expensive gray suit stretching over his bulging belly like a second skin. The orange silk button-up shirt and tie looked like a desperate attempt to add a splash of color to his otherwise mundane attire.

Lafayette, the infamous arms dealer, had arrived, and with him, a stunning black woman with a tight black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her short dyed blonde hair was buzzed close to her scalp, a stark contrast to the voluminous waves that cascaded over her ample chest. Her breasts, easily larger than double Ds, threatened to spill out of the dress with every step she took, drawing the eyes of every man in the vicinity.

Chris nodded to himself, his gaze lingering on the woman for a moment too long. She was a distraction, a potential complication in their mission, but he couldn't deny that she was a beautiful one.

“Oh yeah. And hopefully his hot adopted sister because damn…we may need to spend another night in Paris, beautiful.” He said with his eyes never leaving the woman’s ass, as she sashayed towards the elevators.

The comm in his ear crackled to life, and he jumped, his eyes snapping to the lobby. "Chris, are you with me?" Xion's voice was sharp, cutting through the static like a knife.

"Yeah, sorry," he said, swiping a hand over his mouth and forcing his eyes away from the woman. "Lafayette's here."

"Good. Follow him," she ordered, the line going dead.

Chris slipped out of the café, his eyes scanning the lobby for any sign of Xion. He caught a glimpse of her white bob disappearing around a corner and took off after her, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the marble floor. They needed to be careful, to keep their distance but close enough to not lose track of their target.

The chubby man and his entourage moved quickly, as if they had somewhere to be. Chris managed to tail Lafayette but his security guard had their eyes peeled which made it a little tough to hear what the man was saying to the plump woman.

The two elevator doors dinged open and they stepped inside one. Chris waited a few seconds before following, hoping to catch a glimpse of their floor number and slip into the one next to them. But Xion was already there, her hand shooting out to hold the elevator open. She stepped in, her eyes narrowing slightly at his dawdling.

"Sorry," he murmured, stepping in beside her. The doors closed with a soft whoosh, and the elevator began to ascend. He watched the numbers tick upward, his stomach doing a little flip-flop of excitement.

But Xion was focused, her eyes glued to the floor numbers as they went up. They didn’t know the number but When the doors opened again, she was out in a flash, her hand reaching for her earpiece. "I've got a better plan," she whispered into the comm to let Chris know she had it handled.

Chris watched her sprint across the party hall on the 25th floor, her movements swift and silent as a cat. She darted through a small collected crowd, her slender form weaving through the throngs of people like a ghost. He followed her gaze to the staircase, noticing the lone guard leaning against the railing, his attention glued to his phone.

With a sudden burst of speed, Xion reached the guard. The man looked up, his eyes widening as he took in the white-haired woman barreling towards him. He opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. Xion's knee slammed into his balls with a sickening crunch, her aim true and unerring.

The guard's phone clattered to the floor as he doubled over, a strangled cry escaping his lips. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped against the railing, his legs giving out beneath him. Xion's eyes never left Chris, her expression a silent command.

Chris nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew the risks of what they were about to do. They had to be quick, efficient, and above all, silent. He sprinted towards the stairs, his hand reaching for the gun at his side.

The guard then fully slumps to the ground, his left nut taking the brunt of Xion's expertly placed knee, his eyes glazes over with pain. The sound of his agonized wheeze echoes through the stairwell, but it was quickly muffled by the soft carpet beneath him. Xion steps over him with a grace that belied the brutality of her action, her eyes never leaving the staircase ahead with Chris, hot on her heels.

They took the stairs two at a time, their hearts pounding in unison with their footsteps. The tension was palpable, a living entity that coiled around them like a serpent waiting to strike. As they reached the floor where Lafayette's suite was located, they slowed their pace, the silence of top floor having their hearts go wild.

"Four guards," Xion murmured into the comm, her voice as deadly as a whispered promise. "And we're going in dirty.