Author: ban sidhe

Title: xXx'd Out

Fandom: xxx

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from any of the Vin diesel movies and will make no profit from this story

Summary: X gets roped back in for one more mission and meets his 'twins'

Pairing: xXx/OFC, Shane/OFC, ménage a trios

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Author's notes: This is my first non-Riddick bit. Hope you like it. This was written last year and since I have done two more since with the trio, I thought I'd put up this first one and see if anyone likes it.

xXx'd Out

It was a typical Saturday night. Sitting at the bar in the club with a couple girlfriends, watching the mating dance, laughing at the hook-ups and brush-offs, trying to guess which encounter would be which. We actually were placing bets on the new arrivals as they came in, sizing them up and trying to figure out which of the prowling women would be their 'type'. As usual, nobody wanted to bet against me.

We'd been there an hour or so when he sauntered in, entourage in tow, acting for all the world like he owned the joint. A big, well-built guy, light tan complexion, and tattoos everywhere. He towered over his entire crew, even those as tall as he, just by the force of his personality. A little loud, very confident, and that voice… velvet covered steel wool. He had all eyes in the room on him by the time he'd crossed the floor and taken over the largest table in the back. It didn't seem to bother him at all. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice.

Every female in the place surely did, though. Never saw so many sets of feminine radar suddenly sit up and take notice and all at the same time. Heads swiveled in his direction from all over the room. Even the normally bored, jaded waitresses were vying for his attention.

And my girls? No different from the general herd. Embarrassing!

"Hey, you guys! C'mon, you all look like you're catching flies!" Being the only truly unattached woman in my group, no one should have expected me to be the one to bring everybody back to earth. Giggles, silly grins and shame-faced looks greeted my comments.

"So, Red, what's your excuse?" Lara punched me in the shoulder, laughing as she turned back to continue ogling the big, beautiful hunk of beefcake in the back corner.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm. Boy, could I ever make a meal outta that!"

"Yeah, you're drooling all over yourself, girl!" Melissa chuckled. "But, I do know what you mean… tasty!" She waved her drink napkin under Lara's nose, pretending to wipe the drool off her mouth.

"Sheesh! Probably give you indigestion. You ain't used to anything that rich anymore, you old married bat! Bet he'd kill you in one night!" Hannah giggled, as she sipped her Cosmo, still evaluating over the rim.

"You should talk. May not be wearing a ring, but you're just as married as I am!"

Melissa shot back. Both of them had swung their stools around and had their elbows on the bar behind them as they frankly stared at the raucous group across the dance floor.

"You people are disgusting! Embarrassing me, staring like a bunch of silly school girls! You'd think none of you had ever seen a pretty boy before. Gah, he's just a big lump of muscle and testosterone. Even if he is put together better than most. Probably has an ego to match those biceps, too." Shaking my head in mock disgust, I deliberately turned my back on the eye candy. Of course, I could still watch in the mirror over the bar. But they didn't have to know that I was.

"Oooh! Listen to that, would you? Somebody's protesting a little too much, don't you think, girls?" Lara giggled again, as she pushed at my shoulder for the second time. "C'mon, honey. We all know he's just the type you dream about." Tall, dark and lots of muscle; oh, yeah, he was my type all right. I would never let them know I thought I had a chance in hell of even catching his attention, let alone leaving with him.

"Oh, you guys! Look at him. He thinks way too much of himself to be interested in me. Besides, looks like all he wants to do is hang out with his boys and drink. He's pretty much ignored every woman in here."

"Well, you'll never know if you don't go and introduce yourself, will you?" Lara, youngest of us, just wouldn't let it be.

"Yeah, yeah! Good idea! Let's get something we can dance to on, and we can get closer!" Melissa gushed. "He'll notice then, I bet!" They were making this too easy.

"No, no, no!" Even as I protested, Hannah was heading for the DJ, digging for lipstick in her bag.

"Oh, come on! Never seen him in here before. He's probably not even from around here and you'll never see him again. This is most likely your only chance." Lara was tugging on my arm now, trying to pull me off the barstool and onto the floor.

"What could it hurt?" Melissa whispered in my other ear as she gyrated out onto the dance floor.

"Give it a rest, you guys!" I protested, trying to pry Lara off my arm. "Lara, knock it off! Nothing like making it obvious or anything!" Finally freeing myself, I stalled. '"Sides, I need to use the ladies' room. You all start, if you must. I'll be right back." Wouldn't do to have them figure out I was not here just for them. I was working.

Glancing in the mirror as I tried to look nonchalant on my way out, I could see the group in the back had turned and were now watching as my friends made asses of themselves on the floor. Several of the other patrons had also noticed and the drunker ones were trying to move in on the girls, slipping up to and dancing at them. Some of the other couples that were still fencing joined them as well. Good, the more people on the floor, the less obvious I'd be.

He had switched seats when I got back, moving around to the side of the table closer to the dance floor. Two of his crew were on the floor, obviously already high, one dancing with an annoyed waitress that he had in a bear hug, and the other was chatting up Hannah. Or trying to anyway, as she was pointedly ignoring the poor guy's attempts to make conversation. The big, tattooed beauty sat there, leaning back with his arms crossed, head tilted to one side and a grin plastered across his face. I guess he wanted to watch his boys being idiots, just like me.

Grabbing my drink from the bar, I wove my way over to the girls, moving unconsciously to the music. It put me beside where he sat, my back to his shoulder. Deciding to take pity on the poor guy hitting on Hannah, I leaned between them.

"Give it up, sweetie. She has a man at home. Looks a little like your big friend there, minus most of the tats. You don't stand a chance." He gave me a hurt look, and then grinned.

"Yeah? So how 'bout you, Beautiful? You attached to anybody?"

Laughing, I replied. "Oh, I don't do 'attached', honey. Too many complications. And then I'd have to give up all the other interesting specimens out there. Haven't found anybody willing to share, yet. And I don't think they made the man who can keep up with me, either." Though we were standing toe-to-toe, I still had to practically yell to make myself heard, so I was pretty sure Mr. Muscles heard my challenge. Now, the only question was whether his ego was big enough that he'd take the bait.

Surprisingly, his buddy didn't get upset, laughing with me. He reached past me to punch the big guy's shoulder.

"Hey, X. You hear that? This cute li'l thing says you can't handle her! You could pick her up with one hand! Ha, ha!" He slipped back into a seat and grabbed a beer.

Big and beautiful turned to look at the same time that I did, leaving us facing each other. He was tall enough that we were almost eye to eye. 'Course it could have been the fact that I'm barely 5 foot, too. His slightly bored, speculative expression was matched by my faintly disappointed half-smile. We continued to size each other up in silence as our respective groups watched expectantly.

Deciding it was time to end the staring contest; I finished the smile and reached out to drift my fingertips across the top of his shaved skull. His eyebrows shot up, but he didn't move.

Anticipating the question, I explained, "Supposed to be good luck, rubbing a bald man's head. Maybe you'll help me find what I'm looking for tonight." I chuckled a bit seductively as I started to turn away.

"Hey! How do you know you haven't already?" He stuck out his arm in front of me, preventing my finishing the turn but he didn't grab.

I just smiled and showed him my empty glass. "See you later, maybe. 'X' isn't it?" Pushing his arm down, I continued back to the bar. Very deliberately not looking back. I was fairly certain he'd follow.

Wasn't wrong, either. I'd no sooner finally fought my way through the crowd and hadn't even caught the bartender's eye yet, when I felt him behind me. Heat.

"You know my name, but you never told me yours, sweetheart." He growled softly against the side of my neck. He slid his arm around my waist, resting his hand against my hip. The other rested on the bar, pinning me.

Tipping my head up sideways, I grinned. "My friends call me 'Red'. I think you can probably figure out why." I refused to let his size intimidate me.

He gently lifted a tress and brought his nose to it.

"This is natural, isn't it? Beautiful color, and so soft. I love the smell of a woman's hair."

"Thanks, I think. And yes, it's natural. What're you drinking, big boy?" I'd finally caught the barkeep's attention by holding up my empty glass.

"You're buying me a drink?" He sounded surprised.

"Sure, why not? If you're good, I might even buy you a second. Wanna dance?"

Wondering why I'd asked so soon, I waited, almost afraid to hear the answer. I hadn't been particularly friendly or nice to him so far.

"Vodka and cranberry. And yeah, I'd like to dance with you, but not necessarily here." The deep basso growl of his voice only emphasized the predatory nature of his wide grin. His pupils dilated as he thought about it and he glanced rather blatantly at my cleavage.

Ignoring the hint, and putting our drinks on my tab, I picked mine up and handed him his.

"C'mon, big boy. Let's see what you got." I swayed onto the floor, sipping my single malt. Reaching the center, I turned back to find myself facing that warm wall of muscle from less than a foot away. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. Resisting leaning forward and nipping one of those perky nipples pressing through his sleeveless t-shirt, I looked up into sparkling deep brown eyes and sighed. Peacock. You are so sure of yourself.

The first couple of numbers were fast, dance club beats so we could move together without actually having to touch much. He did keep a hand on my waist as often as he could, but nothing more. Then somebody asked for slower stuff, a lot of Spanish sounding songs and we ended up dropping our glasses on the nearest table and doing the Merengue. After a few salsas, we ended up practically glued together as he swept me across the floor in the sexiest Cuban habanera I'd ever experienced.

"Wow! I gotta cool off for a few, okay? Be right back." I fanned my face, extricating myself from his so warm embrace and heading for the ladies' room. "You can get us another round, if you would, please."

Looking a little disappointed that I'd left him; he called after me, "Sure Sweetness. What're you drinking?"

"Glen Fiddich, neat. Thanks!" I tossed back over my shoulder, smiling to myself at his shocked expression. Hah! Bet he thought it was some sweet girly concoction.' I laughed to for phase II.

I spent a few extra minutes in the stall, not only cleaning up but doing a little prep work for later. A couple minutes massage and I was well and truly soaked. A tiny touch behind each ear and then the coup de grace. I smeared my own scent across my lips. I knew he was going to try to kiss me when I got back to the dance floor. This would subtly give him the message if he was alert enough, or likely turn him off if he wasn't. Either way, I'd know if I would be sleeping alone tonight or not.

He was waiting back at his table, obviously taking some hits from his crew, as I could see them all smiling at him, some pointing their fingers as they laughed their comments. He just sat there; arms crossed and shook his head with a little grin on his face. Cute smile, I thought, can't wait to taste those sweet lips.

So I sashayed over, deliberately reaching across him to collect my glass. Purring a quiet thanks, I turned to face him as I stretched, putting our faces very close. His arm came up and wrapped around me, holding me half across his lap. I simply raised an eyebrow as we stared at each other from about a six inch distance.

When he didn't let go, or say anything, I did, smiling and tilting my head a little.

"What?" Just the one word, but it was enough. He plucked my drink out of my hand and set it back on the table. Pressing against me with his arm, he guided me to sitting on his lap with the hand that had removed my drink so I didn't actually fall into him, but rather spun/slid gracefully around. I slid the hand that had held my drink around his neck and let it rest across the back of his broad shoulders.

"You didn't answer me, X. You want something?" I teased, pressing him into verbalizing his desire. I could see it in his eyes; he wanted a kiss, at the very least.

"Yeah. I wanna kiss you." He growled, so low it was almost sub-sonic. God, that voice! My insides were turning to jelly, but I refused to let it show. So I just smiled, like I knew all along, and sighed as if I'd expected it.

"Oh, okay, I guess. If that's what will make you happy." And I leaned in to brush my lips quickly across his.

"That's not a kiss. I want a real one. Like this." He slid his hands up to cup both sides of my head and lay one on me. Soft, full, sensuous lips, slightly open and so warm. Then he did it; licked my lips, asking for me to open to him. So I did, letting him explore my mouth as he wished. Sucker! I got you now! Right where I want you.

When he finally let me up for air, I was slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen. Not so much that I didn't notice the very curious expression on his face, though. We were so intent on each other; we hardly even heard the hoots and catcalls from his boys, nor the giggles and whispering from my girls.

"Mmm, nice. You taste like sex." He frowned slightly, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what was happening.

"You never tasted a woman like this before?" I purred into his ear. "I taste even better straight from the source." And I giggled seductively as I ran my tongue around the shell of his ear.

Sitting back and silently laughing at his stunned face, I ran both hands down over his hard, sculptured chest.

"C'mon. I wanna dance some more." I jumped off his lap and headed for the open space behind us. Naturally, he followed… right on my heels, as I'd known he would.

He caught me by one arm and spun me back to face him, wrapping me in a tight embrace. One hand slid down to cup my ass and he lifted me to my tiptoes as he leaned down for another kiss. Licking his lips after, he frowned a little.

"You really do taste like sex. You didn't… um… When you went to the bathroom before…" Laughing out loud at the way he was stumbling over asking the question, I nodded yes with a huge grin plastered across my face.

"Oh, yes I did." I giggled. "It's a surefire way to get a definite answer. Works like a charm every time." I slid my hands up his chest to lock them behind his neck as we swayed to the music. "You either hate it or can't wait to get more. I get my answer and don't have to waste your time or mine playing games. I don't play games, X. I don't like people who do. You're not gonna play games with me, are you?"

"I'd love to play with you. But not here. You gotta place? Or know where we can go?" He kept me swaying gently to the music as we whispered in each other's ears.

"No problem leaving your crew alone?"

"Nope. They got wheels, and I'm sure they'll find somewhere to crash."

"Good. Whenever you want, then." We continued to sway together, moving slowly closer to the exit. Song over, he took my hand and headed out.

"Hold it a sec. Gotta collect my things." I pulled back just enough to slow him.

Collecting purse and wrap, I let him lead me out. I glanced back over my shoulder as we left the bar and wiggled my free fingers at the girls and his crew, the door closing on the view of their surprised faces. X never even looked back, very intent on not wasting any more time in the bar.

"Where's your ride, Red?" Not realizing he was standing right beside it, the big man stood looking around the parking lot. Probably expected me to be driving some chick type vehicle. Definitely did not expect me to walk to the driver's side of the dark, metallic-green classic Hornet and grab the handle.

"Get in, X. I'm gonna take you for a ride, boy." I grinned at his shocked look and slid in, patting the seat beside me. He ran his hand admiringly over The Bitch's hood as he slipped into the passenger seat.

"You gotta be kidding me! This is yours?"

"Yup." I smiled again as I turned the key and the car grumbled awake. The muted roar of way too much horsepower vibrated through the passenger cabin making both of us grin at each other.

"Not exactly stock, is she?" He queried, an eyebrow raised as he listened to the engine rumble.

"Don't worry. She's street legal…barely." I chuckled back. "You ready for this?" He raised the other brow and I laughed. "Better fasten your seatbelt. The roads are kinda windy and narrow around here." Putting the car in reverse, I carefully backed out of the lot.

"That why you're wearing a racing harness?" He scowled over a tentative smile.

"Keeps me from sliding around when cornering. I don't fill the seat like you do."

I answered as I smoothly accelerated out into the street.

He threw back his head and laughed out loud.

"No, I don't guess you would. You are a tiny little thing. What do you weigh, maybe 110, tops?"

"I can't believe you asked me that! Good guess, though. A little light, I've more muscle than I look." I chuckled, but kept my eyes on the road. Gearing up as we hit a straight away, I punched the accelerator. I loved driving this car.

We wound our way down the mountain and back up the other side past the slopes in companionable silence. Me, just having fun, and he watching and assessing me and my driving. When we finally pulled up to the cabin, he looked over, smiling.

"Not bad, Sweetness. Not bad at all." When I gave him raised brows, he shrugged. "You drive like a guy."

"Well, thank you! It does come in handy sometimes."

"Oh, really? Why's that?"

"I'm sure someone like you can figure that out." I laughed at him. With a little wrinkle in his brow, but still smiling, he tipped his head to the side and asked,

"Cops?"

I shrugged, making a little moue. "C'mon. There's a nice, warm fire and big, furry rug waiting inside. I'm cold." Shutting the car off, I stripped the harness off and turned to pop the driver's side door. Surprising me, he was already there, and opened it for me, extending a hand to help me out. Seemed he was much more the gentleman than I'd thought.

Punching my code into the lock, I let us in and locked it behind us, turning the security system on as well. X stood in the middle of the living area, turning a full circle as he looked around.

"This is nice." He glanced up at the loft. "Bedroom?"

"Yes, and the kitchen's through there." I pointed at the arch to his left. Picking up a remote, I turned on some music and brought the lights up to a soft glow.

"You want a beer or something?" I asked, ignoring the curiosity in his face as I dropped my coat and bag on a chair and moved to the fire. Poking around and adding a couple logs, I stirred it back to full life. And gave him a good view of my ass and thighs at the same time.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, shivering as I stood before the now roaring fire. Suddenly, there was as much warmth behind me as before. He wrapped those powerful arms around me, pulling me close and murmured in my ear.

"I can warm you up real fast, Sweetness." Deep and soft, that raspy growl vibrated right through me, making me shiver again. "You really are cold. Sit down and let me hold you." He pressed on my shoulders, so I sank to my knees and he came down behind me. One leg tucked under, he pulled me into his lap and rubbed my arms, curling himself around me, his chin resting on my shoulder.

Deciding to go with it, I squirmed around so I was almost facing, and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

"Mmm, you smell good." I mumbled. "There's a quilt behind us on the couch." Before I could say anything more, he'd reached behind himself and whipped it off and around me.

"Better?" He breathed into my hair.

"Uh, huh." I shivered again. Feeling his hands move against my back, I realized he'd just unzipped my dress and was sliding it off my shoulders. I raised my face to him and was greeted by that adorable smile.

"First aid for frozen people is to warm them, right? And they say the best way is skin to skin, isn't it?" He chuckled down at me.

Sliding my hands down to his waist, I pulled his tee out of his pants.

"Yeah", I breathed, just watching as he yanked it off, exposing an impressive expanse of sculpted muscle and several more tattoos. Sliding off his lap, I finished removing my dress and kicked off my heels, leaving nothing on but my black satin bra and thong.

As I rewrapped myself in the quilt, he stood quickly, taking off his boots and pants. Sucking in an eloquent breath at the gorgeous creature standing before me, I lifted one hand and sighed, "C'mere, handsome. Let's dance."

He just grinned and lay beside me, flipping the quilt over himself. Gathering me in his arms, he leaned in for another deep, lingering kiss.