A day had passed since the incident. [A/n] was walking down the corridors in the middle of the night. She did her best to forget all about what happened so she could focus on more important things but it was difficult to forget about him. The French agent was nowhere to be found and was not answering any calls at the moment. She did not know how to feel towards him anymore. He probably did not mean any harm when he asked about her nightmares but she hated the fact that he was spying on her. Deep down, she suspected already that he did some research on her, but it scared her. There were so many things she was not ready to tell him or anyone else. She sighed and went to the cafeteria. The place was empty, all forms of life were either sleeping or going to sleep. She was the only mad lad present. She took her cup and turned on the coffee maker. As the machine poured down the liquid, she stared blankly at it, lost in her thoughts. She had been doing that all day, not able to focus on her work at all. All of a sudden, her mind warned her that something was coming. She turned her head to the door, wondering who was coming. As the door opened, she could see the dark figure of Omen. She smiled and waved at him and he nodded his head.

"Hey, never-sleeping buddy," she joked, taking her cup of coffee in hand.

He scoffed and sat at a table. "Heard some noise, thought it might be you."

"Who else?" At night, they would often see each other when Omen was around. He was surprisingly very receptive to her sense of humor and they enjoyed each other's company. "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing much."

She nodded. "Same, my dude, same."

Omen was very silent, never talking much but [A/n] respected that. She liked just sitting by his side and talking to him about everything that crossed her mind. He would listen, but he did not say much to her back. At first, he was suspicious, afraid to talk to someone like her but she never showed any disgust towards him so he learned to appreciate her. After all, she was the only one he could talk to in the middle of the night. Recently, he had started to come by her workshop more often when he saw the lights on, it distracted him from his mind.

"I was planning on working in my lab, wanna tag along? I could use some advice."

The male agent agreed and they walked together to her workplace. On their way, the woman kept complaining about all the work Brimstone had been giving her. Omen listened to her, the melody of her voice helped him to calm down. Her voice had always been a great help to him but he had no explanation for it. Maybe, he used to know someone with this voice before. It was this that started his curiosity about the woman. Also, they were often together in mission as their abilities were complimentary so they grew closer. He started to come and knit in a corner of the room. She found it kind of cute to see him make scarves or plushies. He had actually made her a few plushies that she had put in her bed. Today was no different. He sat at the back of the room behind her and knitted a new creation while she was at her desk. Omen noticed how distracted she was today. Like everyone else, he heard about her crisis yesterday but did not know the details. She was not someone to talk about herself nor did she complain about anything so people around her did not know how to approach her. He was glancing at her more often than he would usually do and saw her sometimes just motionless, looking at the void. He had no idea what to do to cheer her up so the best thing he could do was knit her something. Maybe she would appreciate it.

"Ouch!" she shouted suddenly.

Omen peeked up at her sudden outburst and hurried to her. "You're alright?" he asked worryingly.

She was holding her hand. "Yes. Sorry, I just can't concentrate today," she admitted, laughing it off. He noticed some blood on the palm of her hand and took hold of it. He saw a light cut, nothing too deep. "There was some glass on the desk, I didn't see it. I broke a lot of things lately I might not have cleaned this up," she laughed, a tired smile on her face.

Omen quickly let go of her hand, nervous about holding it. "I don't know if it'll help," he started going back to his chair to bring back what he did for her. "I did that for you. I know you like foxes."

In his hand was a cute fox plushie that was neatly knitted. [A/n] gleamed with happiness and she grabbed the plushie, giving it a hug. "He's so cute! Thank you, Omen! You're the best!"

She was about to hug him but he remembered that he was not that comfortable when people touched him. The male agent noticed how she refrained herself and smiled underneath his mask. He ruffled her hair to show his appreciation and she smiled back at him. "You should clean your hand before you stain it."

"Ah!" she exclaimed quickly checking if she had put any blood on it before rushing to patch herself up. "I'll be right there!" she said as she left, leaving Omen alone in her workshop. "Might as well take you to my room after that," she told the fox plushie she was holding with her unhurt hand.

She cleaned up her wound, checking if any blood dropped somewhere. She took a good look at the gift her friend made and smiled. It was very well-detailed and the colors were on point. It was surprising at first when she learned that the 'Nightmare' knit. But she loved the idea and he was great at it. He said it helped him focus. She hugged the little fox as she walked back to her room. As she stood in front of it, her heart skipped a beat and a sigh escaped her lips. She hesitantly opened the door as she knew what was behind it. After gathering her courage, she opened it and met with an unwanted guest. He was sitting at her desk, looking over at her decorations. It was not the first time he was in here but she surely was not expecting him to show up here of all places and this late. Once he spotted her, he straightened up, his eyes unusually serious around her. She bid down her lip, knowing it would come to it at some point, she was just unsure if she would be able to keep her cool.

"I wasn't expecting you to be waiting here of all places."

"I didn't want to be disturbed by anyone else," he said, standing up.

She refused to look at him directly as her anger was slowly climbing back up. "What do you want? I'm very busy at the moment I don't have time for you."

"I'll be quick then," his French accent was a bit stronger than usual, maybe because he talked a lot more of his native language these past days. "I owe you an apology for bothering you last time. I was only worried about your health, I did not mean to hurt you."

It drove her mad. Indeed, he was apologizing to her for what he did but not for the reason that made her angry at him. While he talked, she crossed her arms, taking a firm grip on them with her hands to not yell at him. His sorry was sincere but she was hoping he would know why she got hysterical about it in the first place. Then, she snapped, not able to hold herself back as he blabbered nonsense.

"You don't get it," she mumbled, frowning.

"What did you say?" he asked, her voice was too soft for him to hear properly.

"You don't get it!" she repeated louder this time. Chamber was confused for a moment, not understanding her new anger. Did he say something wrong? "I'm not mad at you for that!" Tears threatened to fall. "Don't you get it? You betrayed me! Despite knowing who you are, I thought you'd respect my privacy!"

He was at loss for words, standing still in front of the woman who usually looked so strong and confident but now was broken and fragile. She gripped her hair, attempting to not cry in front of him. She already looked so weak at the moment, she did not want to totally break. Everyone was pitying her, she knew it, even Omen was, giving her this plushie because of what happened. She shook her head trying to cast away those negative feelings.

"I," she started again, "I'm not ready to tell you everything," her voice broke as she spoke. "I've done things that I can't say and I don't want people to know. But now, you know everything, don't you?!" He stayed silent, unsure if it was a great idea to speak up now. "You'll hate me if you know it, I know you will."

A single tear slid down her cheek and it broke his heart. He quickly rushed to her side and took her in his arms. She was shocked at first but soon, she started to struggle to get out of his arms.

"I hate you, Chamber. I hate everything about you."

"I know that," he said, his voice soft.

"Why are you like this? You're the worst! A piece of scum!" She hit his chest with her fists, her punches were very weak. "I hate you..." Her tears were falling more and more but he kept her in place, for once, not caring if his clothes were dirty.

He parted ways a bit and he grabbed her hands. He noticed the fresh-cut she had made and frowned. "How did this happen?"

She looked away, trying to prevent more tears from falling. "I cut myself just then. It's nothing."

He brought her hand close to his face and gently landed a kiss next to her injury. She felt a blush rising her cheeks as she watched his action. He opened his eyes once again and glanced back at her with a grin. "Finally, you look at me."

As Chamber said that, she tried to escape his eyes but he grabbed her face bringing her closer to his to kiss her. He felt her struggle under him, trying to escape. "Stop," she mumbled between kisses, "I'm still mad at you."

He let go of her lips but kept the proximity between them. He gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs not breaking eye contact with her. "Then, let me make up for that."

She felt the heat rising between them, a sudden tension was installed. He stayed here, waiting for some sort of approval from her part but she was not moving. Just as he thought she would disagree, she jumped on him, kissing him hungrily as she pushed him towards her bed. Chamber struggled to close her door before she totally pushed him onto her bed, climbing on top of him. Her hands worked quickly to undress him, wanting to feel his smooth skin under her fingertips. For now, Chamber let her take full control over the situation, enjoying her hunger for him. She lightly bit down his bottom lip, pulling it gently. Upon releasing it, she felt Chamber lick her lips and their tongues started to dance together. [A/n] got his shirt opened and traveled her hands freely on his chest. He reveled in her touch, longing to feel more of her. She ground her hips against his, feeling his growing erection against her core. She left his lips for his neck, biting it before kissing it. He grabbed her hips, guiding her movement against his erection, feeling his need growing. She sat up, still on his hips, and started to undress. Chamber loved the view of this woman getting naked for him, it was incredibly alluring.

"You're beautiful," he said but she quickly shushed him with a finger on his lips.

"I'm still mad, so shut up," she ordered and he obeyed.

He did not know if he preferred her submissive or bossy. Either way, she was the sexiest woman in his eyes. Once she was bare chest, she helped him get fully rid of his shirt. He stared at her breast moving with each movement she would make. He wanted to touch them but refrained himself to let her lead. However, it was very painful for him to watch them bounce freely without being able to play with them. The woman noticed his intense stare and decided to have her fun with him. She grabbed her breasts with her hands and started to pleasure herself in front of him. The French man bit the inside of his mouth in frustration.

She chuckled, feeling his arousal. "Is there a problem, baby?"

She emphasized the word 'baby' knowing he had loved it the last time she said it.  His grip on her hips tightened, making her squeak. "Don't play with me, chérie. I know how to make you crazy for me."

His patience had limits and he was close to reaching it. She licked her lips, wanting to play with him furthermore. She brought a hand from her breast down to her pants, gliding it inside. She played with her clit, arching her back as her fingers slowly made circles around it. Moans escaped her mouth and she kept her eyes on the man under her to make sure he was watching all this show. His grip on her was strong and his eyes lustful. She loved seeing him frustrated like that, it showed how much effect she had on him. Suddenly he sat up, pushing her down the bed to hover over her this time. She looked up at him with a smirk.

"I warned you," Chamber gave her a last warning.

She chuckled and brought her lips close to his ear, holding his neck with her arms. "Make me regret," she whispered, daring him to make her lose her mind.

He snickered, licking his lips. "I hope you're prepared then."

Without letting her time to answer, he took off what remained of her clothes. Once she was naked, he kissed her lips, biting down on them before attacking her neck. He was moving his lips down her body but his pace was awfully slow. He kissed her breasts close to her nipples but never touched them. It was her turn to feel frustrated. A hand rested on his head, playing with his hair, hoping he would touch her more. She played with a sadist, she knew what was coming. All she could do was bore with it in silence. His lips reached her hips and were getting close to her pussy. She bit her lips in anticipation but what she hoped for never came. He went past her lips and moved to her legs, making sure he gave kisses close enough to make her feel frustrated. She whined, pulling at his hair, but he bit down on her tight to warn her, not accepting any complaints. She let out a quiet moan, holding onto the cover under her. A satisfied smile featured his face.

He came back to her core, his mouth only a few inches away. She tried to move her hips closer, hurrying him to make her feel good. However, he spanked her tight, a new moan escaping her lips, louder this time, and he climbed back up to look at her. He placed a hand around her neck, his grip loose enough to not choke her as he only wanted to submit her. "I warned you, [A/n]. If you do something without my permission again, I'll have to punish you." His voice turned her on even more. His deep almost dark tone was very attractive. She drank his words, not having any strength to fight back.

He went back down between her legs and this time he touched her. His fingers caressed her lips, his touch very light. She did not know if it was worst or better than him not touching her at all. She bit her lips, trying to contain her body so she would not upset him again. Her breathing was uneven, and her voice was shaking each time she would try to beg him to touch her more. "Chamber, please, I need more of you."

He looked up at her, his attitude very playful. The one to be punished should have been him, not her, but she was loving every moment of this. Suddenly, he inserted a finger inside, going as deep as he could. The sudden change of pace made her back arched and her heavy breathing stopped for a moment. He started to move around his finger inside of her, bending it, twirling it, making sure to not let any of her sensitive spots rest. Her legs moved on their own at each spot he would touch. Then she felt a wet warm weight rest on her clit. She looked down and saw that Chamber started to use his tongue. Her eyes rolled behind her head as he made circles with his tongue around her sensitive clit. She was a moaning mess already, Chamber enjoying the melody of her voice as he pleasured her. He increased his pace, his finger moving in and out. Her grip on his hair tightened and she pushed him further in, the pleasure he was delivering overwhelming her.

"Cham-ber," she managed to say between moans. "I'm getting close."

He hummed while eating her hungrily. But before she could reach her orgasm, he parted ways with her core. [A/n] whined, pulling his hair. He gently grabbed her wrist and she released him, then, he kissed her hand before kissing her neck, climbing to her ear. "Be patient, [A/n]. Don't worry, I'll make you feel amazing."

She shivered as she felt his breathing close against her skin. This man already knew how to pleasure her and she loved that. Then he sat up, taking off his belt first. The female agent watched him slowly take off his clothes, biting her bottom lip. He looked incredibly handsome and sexy. Once he was free of his clothes, he came back down above here and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice softer. "I won't go easy on you if you don't stop me now."

She felt her cheeks burning, her heart warming up to him. She nodded, finally smiling. "Please, fuck me until I can't walk."

He smirked, satisfied to hear the answer he was expecting. "Good girl."

He turned her around so she would be on all four and was mesmerized by the sight of her curved back and her ass. He brought a hand to it, spanking it softly at first. He heard a small moan escape from her mouth and took it as a sign to continue. Her whole body reacted each time he would make contact with her body, asking more of him, wanting everything he was offering her. He came closer to her, stroking her ass cheeks to ease the pain as they reddened, and played with her entrance with his penis. His teasing displeased her, he could tell, but she stayed quiet, waiting impatiently while he had his fun. He spread her lips with his thumbs and inserted himself in. Then again, she was awfully tight, squeezing his dick, almost eating it completely. He waited a bit so she would adjust to him then he started to move. He saw her hold tightly onto the sheets while muffling her voice against the mattress. But he did not like it, he wanted to hear her scream, hear his name come out of this naughty mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it so she could not muffle any noise. Chamber felt her pussy tightening as he held onto her hair and continued to pound hard into her.

"Chamber," she called him out between moans. "I- I'm close-"

"I know," he groaned, tightening his grip on her hips. "Cum as much as you want, [A/n]. I'm far from finished with you."

And they kept at it for a good part of the night, orgasm after the other until both of them were totally drained.

They laid down side by side, exhausted after their very heated moment. After she caught up her breath, [A/n] glanced at the time and realized it had been almost two hours since she left her workshop. She sighed, wondering how she was going to explain to Omen her long absence. Chamber noticed her sigh and turned to his side to look at her.

"Something wrong, chérie?" he asked, brushing away the strands of hair in her face.

She shook her head then turned to face him as well, moving closer to him. "Nothing. I was wondering what kind of excuses I will make up to Omen when I go back."

An eyebrow raised, he looked at her, confused. "Omen?" he repeated.

"I was with him just before, well, all this. He often visits me during the night. We both got nothing better to do at this time."

Chamber played with a few strands of her hair. "Just tell him the truth."

She scoffed. "After what happened, I'm not sure anyone would praise you for what you did."

"Everyone knows?"

"It's... a long story," she chuckled nervously.

Suddenly, a knock at their door could be heard. They both froze, surprised someone would come here. As there was no answer, a raspy voice announced itself before knocking again.

"Shit, that's Omen," she whispered.

"Talk about timing," Chamber joked and the woman glared back at him. Struggling, [A/n] sat up on her bed and grabbed the first clothes that she could. "Do you have to open? You could just pretend to be asleep."

"That's suspicious," she emphasized the word 'suspicious' before standing up.

Her shaky legs made her fall back into the bed. "You should take it easy, I told you I would not be kind to you," Chamber laid there on his side and rested his head in the palm of his hand as he stared at her, proud of what he did. She stuck her tongue out to him and walked to the door, making sure to hide her shaking legs behind the door. Omen's face popped once she finally opened her door. 

"Hey, Omen," she greeted, her eyes struggling to stay open, the 'sport' from earlier starting to kick in. "Sorry for leaving you alone, I must have fallen asleep."

He shook his head, noticing her tired eyes. "It's alright. I thought something had happened so I came to check up on you."

"That's very kind of you." She was moved by his kindness. He was the illustration of the saying that appearances can be deceiving. "I must have fallen asleep when I brought the fox plushie in."

"Glad you like it."

She chuckled, smiling at him. "All your creations are amazing, Omen."

She could tell through his body language that he appreciated her compliment. She had started to notice all these different ways to decipher his emotion after a while. They waved goodbyes and she closed the door. She heard Chamber moving in her bed and turned her attention back to him as she made her way back. He was holding in his hand Omen's present, looking at it intensely.

"Cute, isn't it?" she asked him, laying back down. He hummed still staring at it.

"Did he give you all these plushies?"

She nodded looking around her bed. "Yes, he did. He's amazing at knitting, you should see him work his wonder."

"I see, he's pretty good." As he said it, he put the fox down to turn his attention back to the camouflage agent. "Are you two crushing on each other?" he asked boldly, a smirk plastered on his face.

She was a bit taken aback by his question at loss for words at first. "Well, I don't think so? I've never seen him like this at least. But we've got that strange connection, you know? We've got really close quickly and we've always talked casually to each other." She pondered for a moment, actually trying to give him an honest answer when he only partially joked. It sort of annoyed him that she was thinking that hard about it. "Maybe we were lovers in another life?"

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to her. She called out to him but he ignored her. He was awfully tired after this day. Staying up all night like this was her thing, not his.

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Back with the horniness! :D

I've been playing on repeat Dua Lipa lately and I thought that the song 'Break my heart' really fits Chamber and [A/n]'s relationship haha

 Love y'all, thank you for all the support you've been giving me, we've passed 100 kudos on ao3 (wtf?) and 70 votes on Wattpad (also wtf)! I'm so happy to see you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it so thank you again

Anyway, I'm tired as fuck (and the week is not over-) so I hope you enjoy it, and I'll go take a nap!