He wasn't sure when it started. All he knew was that it was bad.

It was a chilly December night. The moon was high in the sky, a sliver hidden behind dark clouds. The wind was so strong that it was causing small creaks throughout 128 Park Avenue.

The first time he laid eyes on her… long, raven hair, shining rubies for eyes, porcelain skin… He couldn't help but comment on her appearance. Was it then? Was that when it happened? She had surprised him. That didn't happen.

He had been a spy for his entire adult life. He had been on missions that would change even the toughest of man. He has stopped missiles, infiltrated crime families, even disbanded gangs. He had gotten even the deepest of secrets out of a woman with the right words. Twilight was Westalis' best spy for a reason. He had done so much for the country, even for Ostania, if not indirectly. There was only one thing that Twilight had never done… that [redacted] had never thought twice about…

Love.

The man let out a sigh, raking his fingers through his blond hair. He sat up straight, the wooden chair creaking beneath him. His back cracked, warning him that he had been hunched over for too long. His sapphire eyes raked over the mission report he was filing without reading it. There wouldn't be any more work done tonight. He made the mistake of thinking about her. Once she was in his mind, she was all he could think about. It was happening more often lately, the images of a bright smile and sparkling eyes flashing through his mind. Twilight usually didn't have trouble keeping his mind clear. She did something to him. Something dangerous.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach. If he was quiet enough, he could hear her light snores through the walls, very even and faint. Only a trained ear could hear them. He imagined her spread out on her bed, black locks flowing over the comforter. She never kept the blanket on during the night. Her nightgown would have ridden up, revealing modest underwear that were unusually sexy. Her lips would be slightly parted, a soft pink. So kissable. Begging to be kissed. Her eyelashes would rest beautifully on those cheeks, closed eyes concealing incredible ruby eyes… his favorite color. He wasn't sure if it was because of her eyes or not. Her eyes would flutter occasionally, as if she could sense someone there. He was always impressed by how observative she was. He was always taken back by how beautiful she was. It was breathtaking.

The spy was unashamed to admit to himself that he knew how she looked because he had allowed himself to peek for a few nights now. He hadn't touched her, no, but he had stood in her doorway, admiring how his entire world could fit into such a petite frame. He wasn't sure what caused him to start his late night habit, but now he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself. It scared him how those visits would cause his heart to pound and swell with that feeling simultaneously.

No, Twilight did not have any reservations about what he was doing. A quick glance at the clock atop his desk confirmed the time. Just past one in the morning.

He stood slowly, already knowing where he was going. His door slid open, the rest of the apartment dark and quiet in contrast to his loud mind. He crept silently, moving toward the adjacent door. He turned the handle before he could change his mind, slipping fully inside the room. This was different from the previous nights. He shut the door softly, knowing he would be there for a while.

What he didn't expect was to be met with shining rubies. He stood in place, warning bells ringing in his ears. He had been caught before he could even admire her.

Yor did not seem surprised, sitting up straight, watching the man in her room. The clouds had moved away from the moon, allowing the light to illuminate her frame. Her soft pink gown was pooled around her waist, strong, ivory legs curled underneath her. Her chest moved steadily while her eyes stayed locked on his. Her hands were resting on either side of her.

She was a sight to see.

The man moved silently, accepting her silent invitation. She moved her blanket aside once he was at her bedside, allowing him to slip inside. She laid down and turned wordlessly, facing toward her window. He turned to wrap his arm around her small waist, surprised at the feel of taught muscle. There were no words at first. Yor silently moved her ass until it rested perfectly against his lap. The spy nestled his face into the nape of her neck, inhaling a rose scented shampoo from her thick hair. It was intoxicating. He lost himself in the scent and feel of her, surprised that she had allowed him to come so close to her. She was impossibly warm.

And then she said: "You're back."

Things rarely took Twilight by surprise. He was surprised that she knew he had been visiting her. He was also not surprised because of how simply amazing she was.

"I couldn't resist." He whispered after a few moments. Yor rested her hand on top of his. He could feel how soft her hand was but also some callouses.

"Six nights in a row." She murmured, surprising the spy further. He thought it was five. She sighed softly, her legs shifting slightly. "I was sure I was dreaming."

"I apologize." The spy lied. He felt no remorse in watching her. She was a goddess. "I did not mean to intrude or violate your privacy."

Yor simply hummed, grabbing his hand slightly and slipping it under her sleeping gown. He spread his hand out immediately over her tight stomach, admiring the strength. He managed a few moments of caresses before she moved to turn around.

A soft hand found his cheek, thumb running in small circles. The man shivered, hand resting under her shirt still, on the dip of her waist. Ruby collided with sapphire.

He could die happy like this.

Yor's eyes flittered closed and the spy could swear he felt her creeping closer. Lips met lips before he could process things completely.

Her taste was incomparable. The feel of her soft lips was foreign. He had never once enjoyed a kiss before in his life. He had never felt skin so soft. He had never smelled a scent so intoxicating. Her mouth was submissive, lips curious. Her thumb continued to caress his face. Twilight allowed himself to close his own eyes, dropping his guard completely and losing himself in her lips.

Yes, he had it bad for her. He still wasn't sure when it began, or if it was a mistake, but in this moment, with pink lips moving softly against his, the spy known as Twilight found himself to sit down and fold his hands, allowing Loid to take the lead. It was his wife, afterall.

He was the best when it came to his family.

Yor's lips parted slightly, most likely to take a breath. He felt breathless himself. He dared to slide his tongue against her lower lip. Her own came out to play. Tongues twirled and pressed together. Loid felt himself drawing her closer, hand splaying across her back. Yor simply sighed happily as her lip was sucked softly.

Loid rose slightly, withdrawing his hand and pushing his wife onto her back gently. He slid a hand back under her gown, caressing her stomach softly as his lips continued to dance with hers. His fingers repeatedly brushed the waistline of her underwear. Yor spread her legs slightly, giving silent consent. Loid wasted no time as he slid his hand inside, pressing his fingers lightly against the soft skin of her hip. He traced down to her thigh, admiring the warmth the higher he went. He made sure to scrape his nails slightly, causing her to mewl. He gave attention equally to both of her inner thighs, admiring the softness of her skin. He finally ghosted fingers over her center, drawing a soft moan from Yor. She kept her hair very neat and soft, hiding her most intimate area. He played with the hairs for a moment, tugging slightly. Her legs spread wider, hips pressing up into his touch. Silently begging.

Well, he wouldn't make her wait any longer.

Fingers dipped between folds as his tongue darted into her mouth again. He swallowed her moans as he traced his fingers up and down between her lips, avoiding her clitoris for now. She was wet already, her fluids providing the perfect amount of glide for his exploration. He traced down farther than before, dipping the tip of his middle finger into that heat. He kissed down from her face to her neck, sucking softly at the junction between shoulder and neck. He worked his finger deeper, thrusting slightly. She trembled below him, soft moans resonating to his soul.

Hesitant hands settled on his own waistband. Loid sank his teeth lightly into her neck, finger sliding to the second knuckle. Her hand slid inside his sweatpants, immediately seeking hard flesh.

The man nearly lost it all. Her hand was so incredibly soft. She seemed unsure, tracing her fingers over his thickness. She suddenly pulled her hand out and pushed down the oppressing fabric. Loid followed her orders, withdrawing his finger to push her own underwear down. Clothing was removed completely and dropped on the side of the bed.

And then Yor was pulling him urgently. He nestled between her thighs, hand coming to her mouth. She traced her tongue along two offered fingers before closing her lips over them. Loid suppressed a groan, dick twitching below. He pulled his fingers out of the warmth of her mouth to move below. He slid both fingers inside of her in one motion. If he thought she was wet before…

Yor's hand found his cock again. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and continued to stroke and caress thick flesh. He thrusted his hips slowly, enjoying the attention. It was a little dry, but that would help him stay grounded. His fingers brushed a specific rough spot inside of her that caused her to writhe beneath him, moans soft and unable to be held back. He thrusted into it for a few more moments, enjoying her sounds.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly as his dick began to bead precum. He placed his hand over hers and guided himself to her heat. He pulled his foreskin back before pressing the head of his dick inside of her. Yor simply gasped, hands moving to grip his forearms. He gently thrusted, spreading her wetness around his cock. He pushed deeper and deeper, feeling a slight resistance. He pressed his lips to hers before pushing through it, capturing a pained gasp. He dotted her face with reassuring kisses. She gave a gentle pull of his hair.

Unlike Twilight, Loid was a man with only one face. He was not concerned about the world at that moment, nor any impending war. That wasn't to say he wasn't worried, but he was simply worried for other reasons. For example, the safety of his family.

The family he loved more than anything.

Loid Forger was a psychiatrist with a beautiful wife and child. He wasn't a spy or a liar. And he was going to take care of his wife.

Loid only had one mission tonight and that was to make love to his wife.

Once he was fully seated inside of her, he waited patiently for her to adjust to him. Her grip loosened slightly, breaths evening out. Her cunt stopped squeezing him so hard, leaving him inside of her impossibly tight heat.

He gently coaxed her hands off of his arms and above her head, fingers interlacing. He then pulled out nearly all the way before pushing back in. She still resisted him slightly, body trembling. It took around fifteen thrusts for her body to relax completely and by that time, she was a moaning mess beneath him, eyes tightly closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

His hips snapped forward in a staccato pattern, as he found that those movements caused Yor to moan the loudest. She writhed beneath him, her hands holding his tightly. Her legs spread wider, allowing him to move closer. He adjusted his legs so that he could thrust her deeper, her change in pitch a confirmation that he succeeded.

She pulled her hands from his to wrap her arms around him tightly. Too tightly, Loid realized as he couldn't move very much anymore.

He slid his arms under her head, under her pillow, surprised when he felt a sharp blade prick his finger. He hissed as the weapon clattered to the floor with a resonating sound. Yor froze beneath him.

Loid hesitated and Twilight took over. He made to pull away but Yor held him tighter. He met her eyes with surprise. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Please." She whispered. Twilight felt her pulse below, reminding him of what they were in the middle of.

He would wait to ask. They deserved that.

Loid returned and kissed his wife softly as he thrusted, arms tightening around her pillow. Her walls were slick and warm, still so impossibly tight. He reached down quickly and pulled her up a bit by her ass. His hands squeezed the flesh greedily. He began drilling his hips into her, unleashing a side of his wife that he did not think existed.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck." She moaned, head tossing to the side. Loid began to bite and suck her neck, leaving marks.

Yor… liked it rough.

He allowed Twilight to return to himself, using his strength to fuck his wife in earnest. She suddenly seized his arms, body going rigid. Her hold on him immediately began hurting as she squeezed his arms, her pussy milking him for all he had as her orgasm tore through her. Loid and Twilight couldn't hold back, letting out a curse as his dick exploded into her, those words tumbling from his lips. Yor gasped softly, the pulsing of him and the spread of warmth overwhelming. She released his arms, falling deeper into the pillows.

The spy thrusted until he was overly sensitive. He pulled out slowly, his mark made. He felt his dick throb slightly, missing the warmth.

Yor was gazing at him as if he discovered the cure for disease.

"I…" She whispered. "I love you, too, Loid."

Twilight's blood ran cold. Loid disappeared into the back of his mind. Yor didn't notice his turmoil, simply pulling him down to snuggle against. She sighed with content.

"It isn't a problem, right?" Yor asked softly a few moments later. Twilight closed his eyes.

"What isn't?"

"You finished inside of me. I understand biology."

Another blunder.

Twilight found himself speechless. Yor simply caressed his back.

It was silent for a few moments.

"We both have secrets." Yor murmured. "It is up to us when we want to reveal them."

"Secrets?" Twilight asked, stomach fluttering.

"Your scars. I know what bullet wounds feel like. I know what stab wounds feel like. A psychiatrist, no matter how dangerous a profession, would not be going through each day so easily with scars as new as these."

Twilight was on a roll. Had he been careless? Was Yor spying on him? His mind began to race a million miles an hour

But wait… if she knew those things…

Twilight mode engaged.

Secrets indeed.

He opened his mouth to begin his interrogation but something held him back. A brief flash of a smiling face, cheeks flushed, red eyes sparkling as he approached her on the sidewalk after a hard day at work. The hairstyles would change. The clothes would change. But each day they met after work, she never failed to brighten his entire day with her perfect smile.

Twilight was too invested in this current moment in time to press for details. He chose to stand down, to simply enjoy his wife in her bed, and not worry about the consequences of their actions.

If he thought about it hard enough, he might be able to remember the exact moment he realized that he was in love with Yor. Those details didn't trouble him, however, as he chose to enjoy the moment. He didn't get to do that very often, as a spy, and even though he was technically on a mission, a mission that could determine the fate of the east and the west… Well, spies could enjoy their time, too.

And that is just what he did.

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