The Hero and The Villain

A/N: Sorry about these slow updates I had planned on giving more but my allergies are trying VERY HARD to become a cold so progress has been slow. Enjoy!

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“OH MY GOD HERO SAVE ME!” Vi squealed from the top of one of his sturdier shelves as Hero stepped through the elevator.

“What?! WHAT IS IT?!” Hero exclaimed, head whipping around. He was expecting a machine on the fritz, an irate former lover; maybe President Vaughn breathing fire somewhere in the corner…there was nothing.

“It went under the island just get it!!” Vi shrieked again, very upset at whatever it was that had scared him so badly. Hero knelt down to look under the island but saw nothing that would inspire such undue horror.

“What am I looking for?” Hero asked again, standing up and cross his arms.

“It’s a mouse Hero! A little brown, DISGUSTING mouse!!”

“And you want me to catch it?”

“KILL IT!” was the indignant shout.

“I’ll dispose of it however I see fit,” Hero frowned. “What do I get in return?”

“Uh…what? Aren’t you supposed to be the noble one?”

“I’m technically saving my enemy, I think compensation is in order.

“Uh…well, what do you want?” Vi asked guardedly.

“No shenanigans for a month,” Hero ordered. “I want some time to be with you where I don’t have to race to save anyone or anything from one of your plans.”

“Oh…” Vi trailed off and seemed to think about it. “I guess that would be okay, I haven’t started anything recently so it should be easy to keep that promise,” he agreed.

“Good, because if you break it, I’m going to give you the spanking of your life, on live stage in front of everyone as a forfeit,” Hero said with much finality. Vi looked so horrified by the idea that Hero was more than certain his lover would comply. Now all he had to do was catch that mouse. Hero bent down and looked under the various cabinets that weren’t flush with the floor but still couldn’t see the mouse. Vi was whimpering from the top of the cabinet and Hero continued to search.

“Vi I don’t see it,” he was saying just as a brown blur raced past his foot. “JESUS CHRIST!” Hero jumped onto the kitchen island, sending a discarded pot clattering to the floor where it very, very luckily landed upside down over the mouse in question, trapping it. “Hey! I did it!”

“That doesn’t count!” Vi shouted from his shelf. “You got lucky!”

“Deal’s a deal baby, I win. No shenanigan’s for a month!” Hero crowed as he reached for the nearby phone to have someone take away the mouse he suddenly didn’t feel comfortable touching at all. “Come on, lets get out of here while someone comes to get the mouse.” Hero offered as he gingerly (and keeping the pot in question within sight at all times) got off the island and offered to carry Vi off his shelf.

Sniffing indignantly about dirty, rotten luck Vi dropped off the shelf into his lover’s arms and let the slightly larger man take him into the bedroom where they were supposed to be safe.

By the time Maintenance came to take the creature away, Vi was groaning so loudly in the bedroom, riding an enthusiastic Hero that he had forgotten all about that silly brown mouse.