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The last mission had gone so well that Brimstone agreed to let them throw a Halloween party. More than anything, he allowed the introduction of several liters of alcohol into the facility. Sage wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but she knew the guys had earned this little celebration. The younger agents could hardly contain their excitement. They bought a few decorations to spruce up the common dining area—fake spiders and pumpkins with glowing plastic lights inside. As for the costumes, they were nothing extravagant; Clove was delighted to help some of them simply with makeup. The important thing was to have fun. The music was in the hands of Iso and Raze, a combination that was both explosive and surprisingly enjoyable. The atmosphere was charged with laughter and anticipation, the air thick with the promise of mischief. This was a night to remember, a night where boundaries blurred and the agents could finally let loose.
Cypher promised to drop by for a while, insisting he had more important things to do. He stuck some simple cardboard ears on his hat to avoid disappointing the younger agents too much, forgoing his usual oversized coat, instead donning only the layers beneath that kept any hint of his identity hidden. Once he arrived, however, Killjoy pouted.
"Cypher, come on, you could’ve at least added a fluffy little tail to that costume," the german complained. Cypher chuckled as he made his way over to where Gekko was mixing a dubious concoction, surrounded by sodas, candy wrappers, and empty bottles of alcohol.
“Sorry, my dear,” Cypher replied, his smile evident beneath the mask. He cast a curious glance at the mysterious punch, and Gekko laughed, handing him a cup.
“Listen, Cypher. I don’t know how old you are, but you might be too old to try aguas locas,” he said, his tone playful with just a hint of warning.
“I was drinking alcohol before you were born, Teo,” Cypher retorted, taking the cup. The green-haired boy raised both hands, a silent gesture indicating he wouldn’t take responsibility for anything that might happen next.
Cypher lifted his mask just enough to slide a straw underneath, and while the image was amusing, he didn’t care as he began to drink. The initial taste burned through his nostrils, a fierce heat flooding his throat with a rush of warmth and cold. It was intense—undeniably so—but it was too late to take back his words.
"Not bad," he managed to say, regaining his composure, though the agents in front of him couldn’t see his struggle. If he hadn’t been wearing the mask, they surely would have collapsed in laughter at his expression.
He probably should have just accepted that he was wrong and that, yes, he was indeed too old for the aguas locas that the younger agents embraced with reckless abandon. Cypher typically indulged in whiskey on the rocks, nothing like this concoction. He was certain that the damn punch Gekko had whipped up was a blatant violation of health codes worldwide. As he continued to sip from his cup, he surveyed the room. His gaze landed on Chamber, impeccably styled, clad in a fitted suit—of course—and a matching dark cape, playfully toying with some plastic fangs as he chatted with Iso. A vampire. Cypher couldn’t help but find the choice predictable, yet he had to admit it suited Chamber well. As always, he was too handsome for Cypher's own comfort.
Minutes began to blur as the drinks flowed. The punch was not only strong but also incredibly sweet, and that sweetness betrayed him, leading him to drink far too quickly. One cup turned into two, and Cypher felt his heart pounding in his throat, slow and hot. His ears were flushed beneath the mask, and everything felt oddly surreal. He felt lightheaded, almost weightless. Although he couldn’t quite grasp what the younger agents were saying, he nodded and responded nonetheless.
It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third drink that he suddenly stumbled, and Chamber, having moved closer, caught him by the arm, halting his fall.
"Oh, monsieur Cypher, I believe you’ve had quite enough of this," he said teasingly, taking the cup and setting it down on a nearby table. Killjoy approached, her eyes widening as she noticed Cypher's unsteady footing.
“Careful,” she frowned, concerned as she adjusted his hat. Cypher’s head bobbed slightly forward and back, his body betraying him. He let out a small groan. “Gekko told you not to drink that.”
“It was… just a little…” Cypher mumbled, struggling to articulate his thoughts.
Chamber clicked his tongue, straightening Cypher up with a firm grip. “I’ll take you to your room, don’t worry,” he reassured him. Killjoy hesitated for a moment before nodding.
“But let me know immediately if he throws up or feels unwell, okay? I’m sure Sage wouldn’t mind helping him out,” she added, her brow furrowing in concern.
“Bien sûr,” Chamber replied, giving a nod before turning to lead Cypher down the hallway, his arm firmly guiding the older agent away from the party.
The hallway of rooms wasn’t far away, but Cypher’s was at the very end, positioned there for privacy and security reasons. Chamber hummed a tune still echoing from the party, while the moroccan agent felt a growing discomfort in his belly—a pressure that became impossible to ignore with every step they took.
“Chamber,” he called, stretching out his hand toward the wall in a desperate attempt to steady himself. The Frenchman paused, watching Cypher struggle to regain his balance. “I need to... I want to pee...” he admitted, embarrassment flooding his cheeks.
His eyes barely open behind the mask, Cypher could still make out the half-smirk spreading across Chamber’s face.
“Hang in there, Amir. You've got a good distance to go before reaching your room,” Chamber replied, a hint of amusement in his tone that Cypher was too intoxicated to recognize.
“No, no... I can’t. Just... open one of these doors, I don’t think they’d mind if I used their bathroom...” Cypher slurred, growing more anxious by the second. The sight of Chamber’s calm demeanor only added to his unease. The frenchman tilted his head, considering the request for a moment.
“Maybe I can find you another place to relieve yourself,” he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Cypher's heart raced, caught between urgency and the absurdity of the situation, as he wondered what kind of solution Chamber might come up with. He didn't understand much, but the next moment, he felt the french agent leaving him leaning against a wall in the middle of the hallway. Chamber made sure he had some balance before lowering himself down to his knees. His hands held the spy's hips firmly, jerking the bundle loose, undoing the buttons, and pulling the garment to his knees before Cypher could even form any thoughts. Chamber laughed as he noticed black pants underneath, sticking to his skin.
"So careful, Amir," he commented as he lowered those as well. Cypher tried to close his legs when the air finally hit his boxers, but Chamber held him back, positioning himself between them. Now, he could hear a small expression of surprise, followed by one of pure pleasure. "Si parfait," Chamber murmured, lowering the underwear then as well.
He looked for a moment at his friend's vulva, the brown skin, with some curly, deep black hairs around it. Cypher felt his face red as hell, his hands going to Chamber's shoulders to push him away, but he had no strength. His fingers just slid uselessly, being too weak from the alcohol.
"No..." he managed to mutter anyway, before feeling the frenchman's mouth enveloping his clitoris. His head snapped back then, his mouth opening beneath the mask and heat rushing through his body as something pulled painfully on his belly. He moaned. "Vi-ncent, I'm going- I'm going, I'm going to pee," he tried again to push him away, without any success. Cypher squirmed against the wall as he felt his tongue move between his lips, his mouth opening space between his legs and settling right in the center. Cypher's eyes reflexively filled with tears as he felt Chamber lick there and then suck. His stomach twisted, unable to hold back another second. His gaze went back and his mouth opened in a deep gasp as he peed, a shiver running up his spine and a feeling of relief filling him.
Chamber narrowed his eyes as he felt the hot liquid, relaxing his throat and drinking. The task was more complicated taking into account the unexpected genitals of the moroccan agent, but he was no less happy to carry it out. The urine didn't taste bad at all, being a little on the almost sweet side. He wondered if it had to do with the drink prepared by Gekko. He swallowed without letting a drop escape, watching Cypher pant agitatedly and tremble in equal measure.
He let out a sigh when he no longer felt any more liquid coming out, still licking it as he pulled away. He vaguely rearranged the clothing he had removed and pulled a very dazed Cypher towards him.
He carved his lips into the dark clothing on the opposite neck.
"Better, right?" he whispered, smiling as he saw the spy shaking his head in disbelief and trying to walk away. Chamber held him tighter until they were in front of the room. He touched Cypher's pockets and pulled out the key card which he slid to the side, entering both of them. Chamber took a vague look around, shoving the agent onto the bed and closing the door behind them.
Being on such a soft surface didn't help Cypher. He never thought he would feel so trapped and vulnerable in his own room, the only place where he allowed himself to relax even a little. He tried to get up on the bed, getting on all fours, only to feel Chamber right behind him. The frenchman threw his hat on the floor and began to pull at his clothes again. Cypher grumbled as he fell onto the bed once more, his pants, shoes, and underwear ending up in the same place as his hat.
Chamber's hands ran over his bare legs, tracing a path with his lips to his rear where he gave a deep bite.
“No, no... Stop, Vincent... please...” Cypher stammered, his voice tinged with a whimper. All he heard in response was Chamber’s laughter as he pulled him closer by the hip, guiding him to the edge of the bed. With a swift motion, Chamber turned him around, leaving Cypher sprawled on his back, looking up in disbelief. He parted Cypher's legs on either side of his own hips and leaned in, fingers brushing the edge of the mask.
“Let me see that pretty face...” Chamber murmured, lifting just enough to reveal Cypher's full, plush lips and the shadow of a clean-shaven jawline.
Chamber’s thumb traced Cypher's mouth, as if wanting to lift the mask completely. In that moment, a new, genuine fear of being exposed surged through Cypher, igniting a spark of strength he didn’t know he had. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he swung a punch straight to Chamber's face. The frenchman reeled backward, cursing under his breath. When he turned back, Cypher could see the crumpled expression on his face, his lip split with a thin stream of blood trickling down toward his chin.
Chamber grinned, baring his teeth, a mix of admiration and mischief in his gaze.
“Deserved,” he whispered in a low voice, an edge of excitement threading through his words.
In a swift movement, he seized Cypher’s wrist, guiding it to his stomach, and mirrored the action with the other hand, pinning them firmly in place with just one of his own. Cypher's heart raced. With his free hand, Chamber opened his own pants, letting his erection finally breathe.
Cypher looked down at the piece of meat, seeing it long and erect, with the tip almost glowing red in the darkness of the room. His lips parted as Chamber rubbed against him, running his penis between his zone and pushing against his clit. He let out an involuntary moan.
"I want to hear you more, Amir," Chamber demanded, accommodating his stinging cock toward the entrance. Without losing sight of what he could see of the other's face, he slid inside, firm. He bit his lip at the heat with which he was received and how tight it was.
"Fuck," Cypher cursed on a shaky exhale as he felt him completely inside. His chest was raised and he tried to breathe futilely through his mouth to drown out the sounds, his legs clenching limply around Chamber.
"Ah, so delicious..." the frenchman breathed out, exhaling heavily at the sopping wet entrance.
He moved his hips to adjust a little and gave a deep thrust, feeling even more heat in his chest as he saw Cypher writhing on the bed, still trying to escape. He gave a strong and firm push inside it, following with other similar ones, increasing the speed immediately. Cypher was sobbing and moaning in equal measure soon, unable to close his mouth. His body was shaken effortlessly, his wrists clenched under the frenchman's hand. Chamber was pulling on them as well, forcing him to stay close and preventing any opportunity to move away.
The nasty and wet sound filled the room. He was thoroughly soaked, partly also because of what the other man had done with his mouth earlier.
Soon, he didn't even think about trying to stop him. Everything felt strange. He was hot and at the same time cold. Cypher watched Chamber's member disappear into his vagina with each thrust and he could barely keep his eyes open, his eyelids were as heavy as bricks and his mouth was almost dry.
He was sure he fell asleep, because he was aware of reality again until Chamber leaned in to kiss him. His lips were hot and tasted of alcohol and blood. Cypher wanted to reciprocate clumsily, moving his mouth and letting him play with his tongue, his eyes closed again under the mask. A strong and pleasant pressure was quickly making space in his belly.
Chamber released his wrists to better hold his hips, moving the agent against him and allowing them to rub together more between their body movements. Cypher gasped in pain for his hands, setting them down on the bed before bringing them to the man's back and settling them there. He was taken with extreme force and passion, Chamber's body jerking over him and making his own vibrate. He was so close to orgasm, obvious from his higher pitched, snub sounds. Unable to even give notice, he writhed against Chamber, squeezing him tightly and feeling himself drenched in his release, his body trembling and his mouth open, some saliva escaping from it. The frenchman, still moving, licked around it, drawing a moan from Cypher; he sobbed when the thrusts didn't stop, his eyes crystal clear from all the stimulation and his chest rising and falling tremblingly.
"You feel amazing, Amir" Chamber gasped, kissing along his jaw and leaving a loose bite there. He liked seeing Cypher's skin marked by his teeth, no doubt. It was a delight to be able to feel him like that, writhing under him and receiving everything he gave him. It was superior to any mental image he fantasized about before this. The thought made Chamber chuckle softly as he nudged Cypher's head with his own, checking to see if he was still awake. “Oh, you don’t have any cameras in here, do you? I’d love to relive this moment,” he purred, a playful smile spreading across his lips as he teasingly bit down on the spy's lower lip, just enough to leave it slightly swollen. Cypher let out a soft protest, his hand sliding weakly along Chamber’s back, but after a moment's hesitation, he nodded slowly.
“In that corner…” Cypher whispered, his voice breathless and tinged with fatigue. He tilted his head in that direction, and it took Chamber a moment to adjust to the shadows. Then, amidst the darkness, he spotted it: a faint red glow from a recording camera, silently capturing the unfolding scene.
“Ah! Excellent angle, Amir” he exclaimed, his excitement bubbling to the surface as he moved with renewed energy. Cypher let out a strangled exhale, his trembling hips lowering against the bed, but unable to escape. How much stamina did Chamber even have...?
When he least noticed it, pleasure ran through his body again, stunning him like an electric shock. His mouth opened in a silent scream from his second orgasm, his eyes rolling back and his body going limp on the bed. He felt Chamber pull out of him, immediately empty, his insides clenching around nothing now.
The frenchman's hand firmly grabbed the spy's neck, yanking him to leave him kneeling on the floor, still somewhat leaning with the bed behind his back.
"Open wide" he instructed, his thumb separating both lips. Two fingers entered Cypher's mouth, pushing his tongue down and playing there for a moment. Chamber pulled them out, soaked in saliva, and took his member, directing it there. His other hand grabbed the agent's neck.
Cypher's eyes widened as he felt him push roughly, the stinging piece of flesh in his throat the next moment. He barely gave him time to breathe, just tasting the precum and himself the next second it was there.
"Don't worry, you're doing great, Amir" Chamber whispered, caressing his cheek. His fingers traced his jaw and then his neck, smiling as he felt it occupied. He pressed there, watching the agent try to escape instinctively due to the lack of air, but he couldn't move away. Chamber didn't leave him. "Sshh, just... keep me there, Amir..." he ordered. His voice was heavy and he could barely contain his own agitation, a knot in his stomach that pulled tightly to the tip of his cock.
Cypher was out of air and it was impossible to fight for it with a member in his throat, so big, large and leaking. He squirmed unconsciously, still trying to breathe, but Chamber didn't let him until a moment later, when he backed away just enough. The moroccan agent tried to cough, only to receive a strong onslaught down his mouth. He let out a loud noise in surprise, the noise being too wet and vulgar, before Chamber repeated the gesture. He fucked his mouth mercilessly, looking at the camera from time to time, but not missing a single second of Cypher's tears that began to fall down his cheeks.
Chamber thought about trying to lift the mask again to look into his broken eyes, however, he didn't want to risk receiving a bite on his cock in response this time. He squeezed the back of Cypher's neck harder in a moment and, sinking into him, he gasped loudly and gladly as he achieved his orgasm in the other's mouth, retreating slowly. He finally let go of the older man, seeing how he coughed his semen, the corners of his mouth soaked with this white liquid, tears and saliva. Chamber smiled satisfied as he adjusted his clothes.
"Breathe, Amir" he said mockingly, holding Cypher's jaw so he would look at him. He ran his fingers through the liquid mixture and introduced it to his mouth and throat with not a pinch of softness. "Don't waste it, monsieur, I've been very generous”. He rubbed his hand against the spy's mask and, finally, let go of him roughly.
Cypher slipped sideways onto the floor, his breath coming in erratic bursts. His barely open eyes studied Chamber as he moved to open the door. The frenchman paused, turning back one last time before stepping out into the hallway.
“Stay on your side, just in case you vomit,” he remarked, a hint of amusement lacing his voice. With those parting words, he vanished down the corridor, the door clicking shut behind him.