Chapter 22 ━━ No Rules, Bro

Warnings: Mature content ahead.
(If you're not comfortable with smut, you can skip from the line that breaks the chapter into two parts. Just skip for the next chapter and you'll be good to go)
I recommend you to listen to Infinity by Jaymes Young while reading this chapter.
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Yelena Belova enters the city bar and moves through the crowd, searching for the familiar raven headed supersoldier. Since the bar is overcrowded, it takes a fair amount of time for her to find Heather, who is dancing with two figures. One female and a male. Both of them are blondes.

"So he wasn't lying about his sexuality and the blonde obsession." Yelena mutters under her breath, shaking her head with amusement. There's a part of her feeling envious of the way they cling into him like leeches. Maybe not just a part of her, the blood in her whole body is boiling at the sight of them.

"Hedeon!" She yells out through the blasting music as she approaches him, gaining his attention as well as his company.

"Mind if I borrow him for a sec?" She sheepishly throws a smile at them before dragging Heather away, not even waiting for their response. It's not like she owe them anyway. It's a miracle she's not murdering them for touching him. Her Hedeon.

"I see. You still have a thing for blondes." She says when they make it out the back door, away from the music.

"What do you want?" Heather asks annoyance lacing in his voice, trying to not look at her tight dress that is reaching to her mid thighs. It is enough to break any man. The way the fabric clings to her every curve, every dip in her flawless skin, is the sexiest thing he has ever seen. He was desperately trying to get her claws out of his system and she's here, digging them even deeper.

"I wanted to see you. I missed you, Hedeon. Indulge me for a little while, please?"

"How the hell did you find me?!" He spats without hesitation.

"I used to work for Red Room." Yelena shrugs even though her tracking senses are not the only thing that helped her to track him. She knows him well enough to make a guess.

"What the hell is that?" He focuses back in, his eyebrows scrunching with confusion. "You know what? I'm gonna go."

She stares at him. Her jaw tightens with irritation. "What poison did Clint Barton fill in your head about me?!"

"Absolutely nothing. I didn't even know your existence until you showed up few hours ago to kill my brother. So I figured out myself that you're someone I should hate."

"You hate me, huh? That sounds like the beginning of a love story, Hedeon, not the end of one." Her hands move from his shirt to his arm to his cheek. She brushes her thumb across his cheekbone.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment, before he opens them to look back at her. "You see, I can't quite get that down. Just kind of gets stuck in my throat."

Yelena sinks her fingers into his thick hair. He leaned into her. She begins to run her fingers through his hair. She then brings her other arm and presses her fingers gently to the back of his neck, fingers tracing lightly over the bumps of his spine. "Well, you know, it's the truth. Deep down inside that gorgeous body of yours there's the Hedeon that fell in love with me too."

He groans out, a smile on his lips. He runs his hand through his hair. "God, you're hot. Now go away."

"If anyone's the villain, it's Clint Barton himself." Yelena states.

"There must be a reason. He won't do anything that might bring harm to me." Heather defends his brother.

"How can you be sure?"

Heather shrugs. "Because I trust him. He is my brother."

"He isn't your brother, Hedeon. You had a sister and she died long ago."

He chuckles and looks to his feet before running a hand through his dark hair that matches the night sky perfectly. "My name is Heather and I don't care whatever you're trying to say."

"You can lie, Hedeon. But deep down I know you want to know. The truth. The missing piece of your life. You want to know all of them one by one." She retorts.

Heather raises his eyebrows a bit, his eyes burning with curiosity. He bites the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from saying another word in an attempt to ask about his past. "No, I'm done here."

"Come on, I know you're here to distract your mind from your problems. But if you think those two fools can give you that, you're wrong." She leans into his ear, whispering seductively. "Let me be the one."

"Rock-hard pass." He rolls his eyes, as if the situation is beginning to bore him. But in reality, the situation is much more different. He wants her. Correction. He needs her badly.

"My place?"

"You're starting to sound desperate."

"I am desperate." She smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling in the corners. "Are you playing the game?"

"What are the rules?" Heather asks.

"Who needs rules?" Her voice whispers into his ear as he could feel his hair stand on end. "And now your offer ends in three, two, one-"

"Fineee." He says in one exaggerated syllable, feeling its tingling effects as he stares into her gorgeous eyes and she feels a smile creeping back to her lips with satisfaction.

Later, Yelena unlocks the door to her penthouse, waving her card to the electric device as both Heather and Yelena stumbles in not breaking the series of deep, lush kisses, hot and dizzying and endless, lips moving together, Yelena's mouth opening beneath Heather's, the taste of him like summer rain. Heather pushes into her over and over again, taking her mouth, already addicted to this, to her, to Yelena, everything about her, taste and scent and the warmth of her skin under his hands.

When they break apart for air, Heather turns away from her and walks further into the penthouse, eager to see what the rest of it looks like. A long narrow Persian rug covers the floor to each end of the living room and small crystal chandeliers hang above every set of opposing doors. It smells like sandalwood. Everything is so neat and tight, unlike his bedroom back at Clint's home.

"This is where you live?" He asks, his eyes still taking in the beautiful place.

She nods, a ghost smile playing on his lips. "Until I'm done with my mission."

"This place is awesome." He enthusiastically says. "You must be really rich to pay this off."

She chuckles, shaking her head, the sound is like a sweet melody to his ears. "You're a completely different person."

His lips stretch into a smirk, keeping his voice low. "Yeah, like George Washington?"

"I'm serious, Hedeon."

"Or George Jefferson?" He plays, a teasing tone on his lips as he looks back to her, who is obviously watching him. "What?"

"I'm just happy to see you alive." Her arms reach up and tangle around his thick, strong neck. She traces her fingertip along his jawline. "It's like I'm dreaming."

Heather lowers his face to hers and their lips meet, melting into another long kiss. He places his hand on her waist and draws her closer, deepening the kiss. As they part he sees her eyes sparkle and lips curve up into a smile and he couldn't help but smile back.

She drags him to the bedroom before attacking him with another series of kisses, like a wild woman.

The second the kiss breaks, her frozen breath mingles with his as they stare at each other, both of them a little unsteady. Desire and hunger glows in his captivating blue eyes while he holds her against him.

Her hands move from his hair down to the hem of his black T-shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it up and over his head.

"Eager. Aren't we?" Heather asks with one eyebrow raised, closed mouthed half-grin and slightly shut eyes.

Fascinated by his smouldering charm, she giggles. "Where did you learn that?"

"Learn what?"

"That eye thing you do."

"I have no damn idea what you're talking about." He innocently says, channeling his charm once again.

"You're nasty." She whispers the words as she runs her tongue along the outside edge of his ear.

"You have no idea." He whispers back, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck gently.

"What do you think you're doing, Romeo?" She asks, making him pause and look at her with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your hands."

Heather raises an eyebrow, briefly glancing at his hands and back at her. "They're on your waist."

"I know. What am I, a nun? Put them somewhere useful."

He leans down before lifting her up so his hands are under her thighs and her legs wrap around his waist. "Is that better?"

She nods with excitement and smiles widely. "Better."

"Who's nasty now?" He kisses her cheek, running his thumb over her bottom lip afterwards.

His hands move up and down her waist as he leads her to the bed and pushes her down, soon hovering. He grabs her legs and places them around his waist once again as he begins grinding against her making her moan slightly. It is happening. He needs her. He needed her since seeing her that first moment on the rooftop. Learning about her, the past they share, makes him want her even more.

Unable to resist any longer, he stoops, and their mouths pressing together in a long, passionate kiss. She draws her tongue over his teeth and swallows his groan of pleasure as they slide closer to each other, no visible gap between them.

He let out a low grunt when she digs her hand into his messy strands and massages his scalp. She smiles against his mouth and lets their lips part for a moment so she can breathe.

He begins to move downward from her lips to her neck and finally her belly that he places warm kisses all over whilst sliding her clothes off and throwing them to the floor.

Her small hands reach down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. When his belt hits his ankles, he nips at her neck. His mind is pushing him to mark his territories on her to show everyone that she is his. He sucks her skin harshly, making sure to leave a mark.

"My impatient little vixen." He says but then moans as her hand reaches down to palm him through his boxers. He's so hard and so turned on. "Fuck, Lena..."

"That's the idea. Fuck. Lena."

He wants to touch every part of her body, every inch of skin, every curve, every angle. God, she is beautiful. As he lowers himself to kiss her stomach, her fingers disappear into his hair, tugging at the roots. His tongue leaves a wet trail behind as he kisses her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Then the skin over her hips.

"Hedeon, please..." She whines.

Hedeon loves that she's as desperate for him as he is for her. He brings his mouth to her most sensitive area and slides his tongue across her slowly, savouring her taste as it consumes his senses.

"Oh God." She pants and pulls harder on his hair. Her hips buck up off of the bed and she presses herself against his tongue.

He's too consumed by her noises and her hands gripping the sheets from the pleasure he's giving her before she goes through her orgasm.

He gathers every single drop of her. She tastes so good. There's no doubt. She tastes heaven to the point where he craves more of her. She's like a drug. Once you get addicted, you'll never get enough.

Once he's done, he pushes down his boxers and leans over to plant a small kiss on her cheek, his length resting on her thigh for a couple of heartbeats.

He then climbs back between her legs when he remembers something important and pauses. "Shit! I don't have a condom."

"You don't want one. I can't get pregnant." She says, her chest rises and falls in anticipation.

"Oh." He begins to feel his heart aching so bad for her. "I'm sorry."

She twists damp strands of his hair between her fingers. "It's alright. I'm over it long time ago. It's not your fault anyway."

He slowly nods before he finds himself interlocked in a kiss. How is he so comfortable around her?

The tender touch they share makes the room around them disappear. There isn't anything else in the world except the burning flame of their love. Something about this feeling makes Heather feel like everything will be okay.

He buries himself into her, filling her up completely.

"Fuck, baby. You're so tight."

Her eyes roll back in her head, and he deliberately circles his hips slowly before pulling out and pushing back in repeatedly.

"Faster please, Hedeon." She moans as sound of tireless, athletic sex fill in the room. Her soft skin is glistening with sweat, and she looks absolutely delicious. Her breasts move rhythmically with my force, and her eyes roll back in her head.

His thrusts quickens as her soft body goes rigid under him and she calls his name which sounds like a song of a siren. It's beautiful. The way she lets go of everything as she comes is too damn perfect.

He stares at her, taking in every detail, the way her eyes screw shut, the way her chest and cheeks flush a light pink.

"Look at me." He breathes. Her eyes meet his and he's done for. He spills out all of him, getting high off her beneath him and she rakes her nails down his back. The sting is welcomed, he loves the passion between them. Her body relaxes, leaving them both a panting mess.

He lies back with his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her to his chest, and she sighs when he runs his fingers over her forehead, pushing her sweat-soaked hair from her face. Her chest rises and falls, rises and falls, comforting him.

"Did I hurt you?" His eyes search her face and he looks more vulnerable than she thought possible.

"You didn't." She assures him.

"Did I make it up for your expectations?" He asks nervously.

"I enjoyed every single moment of it, I swear." She grins. He nods and leans closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "How was it for you?"

"It was great. It was the best." He answers honestly. "Was it better than before or?"

Yelena rubs her cheek against his chest. "We have never made love before."

His blue orbs fall into hers with complete confusion. "We didn't?"

She touches his face and looks at him. "You died the same day you confessed and proposed to me."

Did he love her that much for her to hold that much power over him? For someone who talks so much all the time, he finds himself utterly speechless.

"I love you." She mumbles and wraps her arm around his waist. "I love you for an infinity."

He swallows down the urge to reciprocate the three words. For some reason, her holding him feels better than the sex they just had, and the idea of sleeping in the same bed as her thrills him. What is wrong with him?

Somewhere between his thoughts, he finds himself falling into deep slumber, leaving Yelena in the conscious land all alone.

"If you're happy. I'm happy." Her fingers lowers, scraping through the trace amount of stubble that begins to push through, hiding behind the cute little brown moles scattered his face. She continues to trace over his features. His hair is untidy, sticking up at odd angles in a way she never seen before. His lips are slightly parted and forehead smooth of their casual creases. "You know? I'm not happy. Of course, I want you to be happy but with the way that you're happy, it makes me uncomfortable. It makes me sick to be honest and yes, sometimes it makes me jealous. I hate the way you're happy without me in your life. But I'm glad you're okay. You're alive."

"You've always been there for me when I needed you. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my life. And I can't lose you. Not again. I love you, Hedeon. We will be together again, I promise." Yelena kisses him and buries her face into his neck, caging herself in between his arms before letting the sleep consume her. She wants to live in his arms forever, her heart increases at the thought of herself being in his arms again.