I'm late p:

Sorry about that, was kinda busy for the last two weeks so I didn't have time to write chapters in advance and all (and I got lazy yesterday's evening and played Valorant p:). To my defense, the chapter was very long to write haha

ALSO! As you read this, the one-shot book has been uploaded and the first one-shot has been published as well! 

Enjoy!

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"Would you like some coffee, chérie?"

"I'm craving for one, thanks."

Everything was back to usual. [A/n] was back in her workshop, finally able to work until nightfall (or until sunrise). She was very busy as she had been absent for at least two weeks, agents have been coming by her workshop more often. It did not bother her but what was annoying was that she could not find any of her tools. She had spent two entire days going back and forth to see Cypher so he would give back to her screwdrivers, wrench, hammer, and so on. At the end of the second day, she threatened him with her heavy hammer so he would stop stealing from her - or at least, for a while. Difficult to say if it worked. Now that everything was back to normal and she had everything she needed, she could work properly. Chamber had been by her side for these past two days, still on the lookout to make sure she would not push herself too hard like she always did. Luckily, she could not ignore him when he told her to go to sleep as she was staying at his penthouse at the moment and had no spare key. She liked his place. It was more welcoming than her room here. Not that she did not like the headquarters, but there was something about his place that made her want to stay. She could not understand what it was but she planned to make the most of it.

Chamber was carrying two cups of burning coffee in his hands as he walked back to her. The agents were not in his way as much when he was around [A/n] so he could enjoy his time with the woman in peace, but he knew that he was still being watched by others. He knew of Cypher, it was quite obvious as he spied on absolutely everyone, but someone had started to keep an eye on him as well, he could see their gaze on him. He was suspecting either Sova or Viper considering he could not track them down easily. For now, he did not have to worry about anything so he could just enjoy his peaceful time with his partner.

Once he arrived, the door was wide opened, laughter echoing in the room. Intrigued, he hurried up to see who was in there. He passed the doorway and saw Breach and [A/n] talking. Chamber came closer and set down her cup of hot coffee on the desk, catching both of their attention.

"Ah, Chamber! Thank you very much!" she thanked him with a smile, reveling in the smell of the coffee that filled her nostrils.

Breach smiled and greeted him. "Bonjour, Monsieur Breach," he said back to him with his fake smile.

The woman took a quick sip of the beverage before standing up, keeping her cup with her. "I'll be right back. I need to head to the shooting range."

Chamber seemed surprised by her statement. "Is there any problem?"

She shook her head, reaching out for a few tools to put them in a bag. "Not really. But the guys were training on a bot that Killjoy and Raze built or something a few days ago and some guns are jammed, not working, missing ammo, and so on. So my help is needed. Also, Killjoy needed my help for one of her projects, hopefully, it won't take long."

"Should I come as well?"

"No, no!" She stopped him right away, putting her hands between them. "This is my part of the job, not yours. Plus, it should not take a long time."

She gave him a warm smile and he gave up, not wanting to push her further. He gave her a nod and off she was with Breach by her side to the shooting range. She sure was busy lately.

"I'm dead tired," the camouflage agent said as she walked behind the French man.

"People have been calling you all day today, huh?"

She nodded with a yawn, falling into the comfy couch without taking off her coat. "I'm happy I was able to finish everything before leaving."

Chamber headed to the kitchen and called out to her from the counter. "Would you like some tea? It would help you relax."

From where she laid, she gave him a thumbs-up, not having any strength to talk. Not hearing anything coming from her mouth, he peeked at the living room and held back a laugh. She seemed to merge with the couch, one arm hanging on the side, the other covering her eyes. She looked very cute.

"Un instant, mademoiselle," he said, opening his cupboard to find the perfect brand for the tired lady.

Once ready, he settled the hot beverage on the coffee table. The woman hummed a thank-you but did not move yet, letting the liquid cool a bit before drinking. Chamber stood there for a bit, observing her figure on the couch. He felt his heartbeat increase while carefully watching each detail of her body. Her body had no secrets for him now but it still mesmerized him. He wished deep down that she would have that coat off so he could see her muscular form better. What a shame really.

"I will be in my office if you need me," he explained to her, breaking away from his thoughts.

Another yawn emerged from the smaller woman as she moved her hand to look at him with one eye. "Are you still working?" Her voice sounded so sleepy, emphasizing how hard this day was for her.

"I have got a few things to do before heading to bed."

She snorted, placing her hand back on both eyes. "And I'm the workaholic."

He laughed at his comment. "Everyone is the Valorant Protocol is a workaholic."

She sat up and shrugged with a smile. "You're right. All the techies at least."

A few hours have passed and the French man was still hidden behind a closed door. It was almost midnight at this point and the man had not come out to eat. [A/n] tried to ask him if he was hungry but he just dismissed her.  His attitude annoyed her. He was always on her back when she would work late when he did exactly the same. Standing at his door once more, she was ready to kick his ass out of here and drag him to bed. Just so he would have a taste of his own medicine. Without knocking, she opened the door and stepped in. Her mouth wide opened, she was ready to yell at him but quickly stopped when her eyes landed on him. His head was buried in his crossed arms, glasses resting nicely next to him. His chest raised and fell to the rhythm of his breathing. He was sleeping soundly, papers spread under his upper body. Her heart skipped a beat at this view. It was something she never really got to experience. Not that she never saw him sleeping, only here, he looked so peaceful and very vulnerable. He did not have all his barriers up to protect him and the secrets he was hiding. A satisfied sigh escaped her as she stared at his facial features. She walked closer, crouching down to be able to stare at his face up close. His eyelashes were beautifully resting above his cheeks, brows relaxed, not a single fold or wrinkle featured this man's face. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing barely audible even with her closeness. It was also a wonderful sight to see him without his glasses. He was handsome with them but each time he would take them off to clean them or sleep, he looked totally different. It felt like she was discovering him all over again. A smile plastered on her face, she felt the sudden urge to play with his slightly messy hair. It was not every day she was able to touch them without getting scolded. She combed his hair with her fingers, enjoying the sensation. It was soft like his skin and smelled like flowers. She also noticed this vanilla perfume that floated around his body. Was it a new shower gel? She did not remember this scent. God, she would do anything for this man. He was too perfect in her eyes, she was too crazy for him at this point to be able to deny her feelings. The female agent jumped once she saw the sleepy man move under her hand. Luckily, he did not seem to have woken up. Once she was done admiring the view, she decided to wake him up so he would be able to rest in his comfy bed and not suffer from back pain in the morning. However, she noticed something on his desk. Now, she was not someone to put her nose in other people's business but this very thing was a bit too familiar to her liking.

He felt a presence nearby him, touching things on his desk. He opened an eye then the other, his vision blurry. It took some time for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of his lamp. He grabbed his glasses next to him and struggled to put them on. Chamber straightened in his chair, a certain pain in his back already here, and he glanced at his surrounding to comprehend what was happening. He saw her with papers in her hands. She looked deep in her thoughts as she flipped through the pages. The man had a hard time identifying what documents she was holding but the big red text made him realize what she was looking at. He was a dead man.

"[A/n]," he tried to speak up, the adrenaline waking him up fully.

She just silently looked down. Her eyes looked disappointed, sad. But it held no anger. It reassured Chamber. Maybe he could still ease up the tension.

"I can explain-"

"There's nothing to explain here, Chamber," she cut him short before he could spill out his fake excuses. "I knew it would come down to it again. I'm just..." Disappointed.

"You're not mad at me?" He sounded surprised that she took it well. Last time, she was ready to shoot him this instant.

She shrugged her shoulders, a puff of air escaping her nose. "I should be, right? I guess I'm too fond of you now. And, I know what it is to struggle for one's survival."

His brows were knitted together at her comment. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut short as the door opened.

Not expecting anyone at this time and uninvited, they both reached out for their handguns and pointed them at the intruder. "Wow, wow! Doucement vous deux!" a male voice said.

Before both of them stood a copy of the French man in the room. They were even more confused. Chamber suddenly felt nervous again at his double's entrance. It was bad. His eyes landed on the woman who still had her gun up. However, as she realized who was in front of her, she lowered her gun, eyes wide open. "Oh, Chamber," she exclaimed with a smile. Did... Did they know each other?

"Bonsoir, ma jolie. Long time no see." He winked at her before taking her hand in his, landing a kiss on the back. She chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully.

"I already told you to stop flirting."

"I apologize, I just missed you."

"Wait." Chamber stopped their reunions, catching both of their attentions. "Did you two meet without my knowledge?"

[A/n] quirked an eyebrow, surprised at his question. "Don't you remember when I was dying out there? He was my hostage."

He did not want to remember it in fact. The images of her numb body covered in blood were still haunting his mind. He tried his best to erase all memories of that times praying to never have to see her like this again.

"Cette demoiselle owes me something and I came to collect it. Since you told me she was here, I decided to let myself in."

"Owe you something?"

[A/n] nodded. "It's partly thanks to him that I'm still alive today. If he had not shown off when he did and let me dirty him as I did, I wouldn't be here." She smiled at her Chamber then turned her attention back to his mirror self. "How is your hand by the way? Does it still hurt?"

He took off his gloves and showed his hand to her. Not even a scar on his perfect skin. "Nothing this pretty head of yours needs to worry about." His comment made her chuckle. "How about you?"

She raised her top to display the part of her stomach with her scar. Chamber frowned at the sight of her undressing to his other-self. "It's healing fine."

Mirror Chamber crouched down to look closer with worried eyes. "Does it still hurt?" he said bringing a hand close to it. His cold fingers made her shiver a bit and he quickly removed them. "I am sorry. Are you alright?" Straightening up, he stepped closer, his head right above hers as he looked down at her eyes. She nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed by their closeness.

Her reddening cheeks were one-too-many. Chamber stepped in, parting them with an angry glare to his double. The latter only smirked, winking at him, which just fueled his rage. "If I may, this still does not answer the reason you show up in my home. Does she know?"

"She did not tell you?"

"He did not tell you?"

They asked at the same time before staring at each other with round eyes. They forgot. [A/n] was the first one to open her mouth. "Well, I had you two figure out since that trip in Paris sooo."

"And you have not thought of telling me?" he whisper-yelled to his partner, annoyed.

She shrugged, not impressed by his glare. "I mean, if I did try, you would have denied it. Plus, I had no solid proof, other than my instincts."

That damn instinct.

"Now that she knows, might as well move a bit faster, don't you think?" Mirror Chamber suggested, a stupid smile still plastered on his face.

She was going to be the end of him.

"Very well," Chamber finally gave in, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

"I'm kinda curious as to why you two are working together. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's for the profit knowing you."

"As sharp as ever," Mirror Chamber commented, his flirting behavior back.

Chamber rolled his eyes, wanting to kick him out of there. "We are working together just for our personal gain. It was a fortunate event, really, that we met."

He did not want to say too much to her for some reason. What was this 'personal gain' he was referring to? "When did you meet?"

There was a pause. Both men eyed each other wondering how far they should explain. "Well," Chamber started again, hesitant, "before I entered the protocol."

[A/n] frowned, finding their attitude very suspicious. There are things they were not telling her. "I see, I see. And," her eyes moved from her Chamber to the other one, "what about New Mexico?"

Chamber raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his composure to not show any weakness. "What about it?"

"Well, I heard of Vincent Fabron that was unwanted in this Kingdom facility. Do you know anything?"

He snorted. "Why would I?"

Mirror Chamber was glancing back at his other self, not wanting to step in between the two. "Then, why did I see documents with that name on it on your desk?" 

"I do not like pesky people."

"So do I."

"Come on," Mirror Chamber stepped in, "let's not fight now, alright?" 

She stayed silent for a moment, still processing all that information. She knew her Chamber was shady and doing shady business. It just confirmed some of her suspicions. "I'm not judging what you guys did." They were both shocked at her response, not expecting that type of answer to come out of her mouth.

"Are you not mad? Especially for that police record." Mirror Chamber was the first one to speak up.

She hummed and shook her head. "No, not really. As I said, I expected that to happen." A nervous laugh escaped her lips. Then, her eyes moved from their eyes to the ground. "You saw what I did. I'm in no position to criticize anyone's choice."

The room suddenly became silent, a certain heaviness installing. But Chamber did not care one bit about this unbearable environment around him. How could she still accept him after what he did? He expected screams, yells, fights, anything else but this sad, depressed, and understanding gaze. He knew what she was referring to now. He understood why she hid her past but that did not mean she had to accept his betrayal.

Mirror Chamber left after a while, saying he was tired and that he would come back another time. It was only [A/n] and Chamber in this silent room. They did not feel like moving or speaking yet, still trying to figure out what to do about the other. He wanted to ask about what she said earlier but was unsure if the timing was right. Finally, [A/n] broke the silence between them.

"You should head to bed, Chamber. You had a long day."

Why was she worried about him after their conversation? Why was she acting the same?

"[A/n]," the French man called out her name. His voice sounded different than usual. He sounded desperate, confused. It was so out of his character. "What did you mean earlier?" he finally managed to ask. It was the only time he could get the answer he wanted. There was no time for hesitation.

Her heart squeezed inside her chest. She immediately knew what he was talking about. Crossing her arms, the female agent avoided his gaze, too nervous about revealing her feelings while staring at his eyes. She knew it was one-sided but she already half-admitted to him how much influence he had on her, what was there to hide?

Her heart pounded loudly against her chest, raising her body temperature. "I," she started but the words would not come out. The incoming pain of being rejected scared her. He was only doing things for her for his own interest, there was no point in telling him, right? A man like him preferred to work and be alone. She had no place in his life.

But he asked for details about it. [A/n] knew him well enough now to know he would not give up until she gave a proper answer. It became painful to breathe properly as her body was getting out of control, not listening to her reasonable side. She felt like a teenager all over again, ready to confess to her first love despite knowing they would never love her back.

"I've fallen crazy for you, Chamber."

It sounded like a cry of pain, a cry of despair. How could she fall in love with the one that could break her heart?

"I'm madly in love with you."

Tears threatened to fall as she pronounced those words. When did she first realize how much importance this man had taken in her life? Was it when she was contemplating her life when she was in Rabat in this pool of blood? She loved him for longer than that. He had everything she loved but also everything she hated.

"And I hate that. I hate how much I love you. Because I know that," she could not stop her tears at this point, the squeeze of her heart was too much to handle, "you have different plans in mind. I could never hope for a future with you and-"

Before she could finish her sentence, he swiftly grabbed her in both arms and pressed his lips on hers, preventing any other words to escape. She was confused at his actions tears still running along her burning cheeks. The woman tried to push him back but he held her so tight that she could not even move. His kiss was warm, welcoming, passionate. It gave her hope for something.

"Cham... ber," she tried to talk between kisses.

"Shut up," he ordered and went back to her mouth, barely letting her breathe.

"Why?" Despite his warning, she still continued to protest, trying to break free.

He let go for one second to stare at her eyes. "You don't even know." He crashed on her lips again, pushing her back. "How much." Again and again, he kissed those same lips as she was confused about what was happening. "I love you."

He finished, fully pushing her against his door. They stared at each other, [A/n]'s eyes were trying to decipher the lies behind his pupils but she only saw his sincerity, his affection, his love. She could not believe it.

"B-but," she started to protest but was quickly stopped.

"I told you to shut this mouth." His voice was dark, commanding. She knew that tone all too well. "Good girls should know when to listen."

Her mouth was shut now. His deep voice was too much to resist. The sadist came back at full charge kissing her deeply, hungrily. She was overwhelmed by the revelation of his feelings but also turned on by his eagerness. He grabbed her tights and she crossed them around his body as the man carried her out of his office to a more suitable place. He was too horny to go all the way up to his room so he laid her down on the couch, making himself home between her legs.

[A/n] felt so vulnerable. Her walls had been shattered several times this night, so she had no more strength to fight back the craving they both had despite wanting to hear more from the other. Did he really love her? It still made her nervous but her brain was clouded by desire now, her anxiety gone for a moment. They had not left each other's lips yet, the warm and sweet sensation made them hungry for more. She had never tasted that delicious before and he needed more of it. His hands snaked underneath her top, her smooth skin felt like silk on his fingers. He headed straight to her breasts and noticed the lack of fabric on them. He smirked and finally broke away from their make-out session.

"You really are one naughty girl, [A/n]."

Her cheeks flushed and she felt the need to justify herself. "I-it was hurting my back so I took it off earlier."

Chamber hummed, appreciatively, cupping them delicately. The woman felt the heat rising inside her body at the feeling of his hand on her sensitive part. "And you think doing that in a man's house is a good idea?"

His words made her shiver. She stared into his lustful commanding eyes, totally under his control. "I-I'm sorry, Sir."

He smirked at the nickname. The French man had always enjoyed being called names, especially when it came out of her slutty mouth. He moved his fingers to her buds and started playing with them, which earned him a quiet moan from the woman under him. "What can I do with you now?"

She curved her toes once he started to move his fingers. His hands always drove her crazy no matter where they landed. He was so skillful with them, there was no way to describe the magical feelings it gave her each time. Chamber's eyes looked intensely back at her own pleading eyes. She silently begged him to destroy her until her legs gave up on her and make her scream until her voice broke. He smirked and felt like toying with her for a bit. He should take full advantage of her vulnerability while it lasted. He licked his upper lips, thinking of how he was going to enjoy himself tonight.

She clutched onto his shirt, tugging it lightly. "Chamber," she moaned his name as he entered her entrance with one digit. She was already naked under him while he was still fully dressed. She wanted to undress him but he did not let her do anything as she pleased.  While he was busy, she tried to unbutton his shirt but he was quick to react.

"I have not given you permission for that, [A/n]." He grabbed her wrists with both hands and stared down at her. Her body shivered as he talked coldly to her but she had never been so excited before. "I probably should tie you down. We do not want you to feel like you can do whatever you want."

Her heart skipped a beat. Oh man, was he really going to do that now? 

He held both her wrists with one of his big hands and took off his tie with the other. She bit down at the view, burning in anticipation. He tightly tied down and admired her once he was done. She looked so submissive, he wanted to fuck her brains out.

"Fuck, [A/n], you look so gorgeous." He leaned down and slid his tongue in her mouth forcefully. The wet dirty sounds echoed in the room as he kissed her senselessly. He unbuckled his belt and freed his cock from his underwear. "I will make you scream tonight."

"Do what you want to me, Chamber."

He smirked and faced her. "Call me Vincent."

She blushed, eyes wide open. Did he just admit to her his first name? However, he did not let her time to process the information. Without a warning, he entered her with his dick and she let out a loud moan, her previous thoughts leaving her mind in an instant. 

"Oh my god, Vincent!"

"Fuck you're tighter than usual. Are we that excited, mon amour?"

"Shut up and fuck me already!"

He chuckled, still wanting to play with her. "But I like staying here," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe gently.

"Vincent, please," she pleaded, moving her hips. However, he tightened his grip on her tights and stopped any movements.

"Do not make me mad, chérie."

The woman was frustrated to stay in place while his dick was inside her. "Please, Vincent."

"Please what?"

"Please, move inside me! Please, just fuck me! Vincent," she begged him, again and again, to make him move, hoping her desperation would motivate him to listen to her.

He bit her neck, a groan escaping her mouth, then he started to move his hips, hitting the back of her pussy hard. She screamed loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure filling her. She had never felt this good before. He knew what he was doing, he knew her body off by heart. He slammed inside, marking her neck and shoulders along the way.

"Your body is amazing, mon amour," he groaned in her neck. He traveled his hand behind her head and took hold of her hair. "You like being abused, don't you?"

The only answers she could give were her screams of pleasure along with his name. His other hand slapped her tight to press her to form words. "I love it, Vincent!" she managed to say.

"That's good to know." He released her hair and sat up to have a better position to ram inside her. He placed both hands on her legs and bend them on each side of her body. "Brace yourself."

The night was long and heated. Once Chamber had finished torturing her as he pleased and fucked her everywhere in the room, he carried the tired woman to his room and laid her down gently on his comfy bed. He settled himself next to [A/n] and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. The camouflage agent rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. She heard him chuckle and it made her smile. Suddenly, she felt anxious again, remembering their conversation from before they fell into their selfish desires. She put an arm around his naked torso, clutching onto him. She was afraid to ask like it was just a moment of weakness and everything would be back to normal if she asked him again.

"Can I still call you Vincent?" she asked timidly, wanting some sort of confirmation that she did not imagine everything that happened.

He rested an arm around her shoulders while the other was behind his head. He stroked the back of her head as he noticed her nervousness. "Of course," he confirmed and he felt a sigh escape her lips. "And, would you mind if I call you by your first name?"

She hesitated. It was a name she swore to forget but he gave her his, it was the right thing to do. "Alright." Chamber smiled, a bit surprised she actually agreed to it. He wanted to add something but she continued talking. "Just not in public, alright?"

"Of course, mon amour." God, she was so cute.

"Stop with that nickname, it's embarrassing."

He hummed, his grin also widened. "I will not. You will not make me stop loving you."

She flushed red and hid her face in his chest. "Shut up!"

"I will not. I love you, mon amour," he continued, amused by her adorable reaction each time he would confess his love.

There was a moment of silence. Chamber continued to gently stroke her head, yawning. He took off his glasses and put them away on the nightstand, making sure to not disturb the peace of cuteness on him. Comfortably installed, a heavyweight off both of their heart at the revelation of their love, they slowly started to fall asleep in each other's embrace.

"Me too."

"I know."

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Un instant, mademoiselle = One moment, miss

Doucement vous deux! = Calm down, you two!

Cette demoiselle = This lady 

Mon amour = My love