The Hero and The Villain

A/N: This could have been better...then again it could have been worse. ENJOY! P.S. ~ The original plot note for this theme read AND I QUOTE: "Hero is depressed, Vi tries to cheer him up... with evil." These last two weeks have seen me going through all the prompts again and revising my notes in light of various stories that have been finished. My poor notebook is now awash is red ink, it looks terribly violent. 

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His favorite CD was missing! Hero had searched his apartment frantically, only to realize that somewhere in the move between his apartment and The Birdcage, it must have gotten lost. Groaning and now depressed her flopped onto his couch and sighed. That CD had a lot of memories attached to it. He’d found it at an old electronics shop and every song had spoken to him on some crazy deep level. It wasn’t even a studio CD, just a mix he’d found in a box of junk and bought on a whim because he’d always liked old technology.

Sighing miserably he realized that he would most likely never find that CD again and because it had never come with names or artists he would have a seriously hard time ever piecing it back together. Muttering under his breath he decided to visit Vi in his finial and see what he was up to.

Turns out it was something evil.

Hero had no sooner stepped through the elevator door than Vi was shoving him aside, shouting something about exploding water pipes and the next thing Hero knew he was chasing Vi through one of the many service levels, wondering just WHAT exactly Vi had done. He never did get his answer. Vi had made it to one of the designated “safe zones” which kept his ass from getting spanked but it also meant that Hero wouldn’t find out until much later what it was that he either didn’t prevent or couldn’t stop.

However before he could get too upset about that, Vi was so excited about his win (few and far between) that he tackled Hero as soon as the all clear sounded and kissed his socks off. The promise of sex with his mate was too good to pass up, especially because Vi was rubbing him in all the right ways and Hero was suddenly giddy as hell that Vi knew all the shortcuts through the Birdcage when they made it back to the lab just in time for Hero to drop is pants, finger his lover a few times before sliding home (as it were) and riding his eager lover to completion.

Later as they lay in bed after a few more rounds of sex, Vi turned over and hit a button on his bedside table, music drifting quietly through his bedroom. “Hey! I know this song!” Hero exclaimed excitedly. “It was on my CD!”

“That old thing you’ve had since high school?” Vi asked incredulously.

“Yeah! But I lost it in the move, I just realized today,” Hero sighed as his depression returned. Vi tugged him back down into bed and snuggled with him.

“Do you remember the lyrics to all the songs?” he asked.

“Of course!” Hero snapped, almost offended. He might not remember the names of the songs or the bands but he sure as hell remembered the lyrics! Vi hummed quietly and kissed his chin.

“Okay, tomorrow when we get out of bed I’ll help you find those songs and put them on a microchip for you okay?” he said soothingly with another kiss that surprisingly mollified Hero.

“Really?”

“Of course idiot, I liked that CD too,” Vi muttered as he finally dropped off, snoring lightly. Hero went to bed with a smile on his face shortly afterwards, turned out he had no reason to be blue after all.