The Hero and The Villain

I really like Queenie. By the way there is customary Halloween smut posted as an additional chapter in The Imp and the Angel. Most customary smut to follow for other stories, excluding this one and The Sun and the Moon. Don't worry, I'll try and do something holidayish for them at some point. Enjoy this latest theme that took WAY too long ot get out. We're almost there guys (and Hero!) don't despair. 

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Vi fidgeted as he and Hero sat on a cozy bench in the Garden. He really wanted to hold the other man’s hand but every time he made a move something would happen to throw him off. His palms sweat nervously as he continually rubbed them against his jeans feeling more self-conscious by the second. Finally, just as he was about to make a flimsy excuse and bolt home, Hero reached over and took his hand reassuring squeeze. With a blush that became him rather well, Vi relaxed and leaned into his boyfriend.

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Hero watched Vi visible relax out of the corner of his eye and smiled. It was nice to know they were both nervous. It had been a grand total of two weeks since they had begun “dating” as a trial for a potential mating. The original plan from the President had pairing them with different people down the line. (They had no idea of course that this was a lie) But she had consented to them being together as a trial to see if they suited as mates. So far they’d had a total of three dates, two of which had ended in hurried, awkward goodbyes. The last time they’d managed to kiss for more than twenty seconds, the heat rising between them until Hero had put his thigh between Vi’s legs and the smaller man had turned red, squeaked goodbye and ran away. This had been a naturally frustrating turn of events but he wasn’t about to force Vi if he wasn’t ready. He could only hope though that the other man’s shyness would go away quickly, he really wanted to see his boyfriend lose control and beg him for more. He wondered if Vi was a virgin and deduced that yes, perhaps he was and that he should approach him more gently.

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If Vi had been able to read minds he would have facepalmed at Hero’s suggestion that he was a virgin. He’d lost his virginity only a week into his contract because the President thought he was wound too tightly and needed to let go. He’d both bottomed and topped various partners over the last few years but thought that Hero was a definite top, or at least he might be for a while. This didn’t necessarily bother Vi who didn’t really have a preference but he wondered what it would be like to top the larger man next to him. The thought made him blush all the way to his toes, yes, it was certainly on his list of things to eventually do: finish his death ray, take over the world, make Hero scream his name while he pounded his tight ass.

To get his mind out of the dangerous territory it had wandered into Vi attempted conversation. “Um, so…do you still like that band? Clover?” It had been so long, he was worried that their interests had grown too far apart. Once upon a time they had blared Clover’s music from every available speaker because they had held nothing but adoration for the musicians singing their hearts out. “I have some really nice sound equipment back in the lair if you wanna go and listen to them?” he asked hopefully.

“Sure.” Hero’s steady, unhesitant response did much to bolster Vi’s confidence as did the slight tilt of Hero’s body into his as they walked hand in hand back to the elevator. They arrived a few moments later at the top of the Birdcage where Vi entered and walked over to his sophisticated sound system, playing one of Clover’s many CD’s and joining Hero on the couch.

By song three the two had evolved from awkward small talk to a heavy make out section. Vi panted and shifted a little, dragging Hero down on top of him on the couch and despite all his earlier resolving to be gentle and courteous Hero was well on his way to disrobing Vi and taking him on his plush leather couch. He had succeeded at least in pulling Vi’s shirt off but hadn’t made it past his collarbone before the doors of the lair opened and an ear piercing shriek filled the room.

“Vi, DAHLING where are you?!” Queenie’s voice screeched through the large space. Both men sat up quickly, Vi seeming to have come to his senses, pushing Hero away and quickly wiggling back into his shirt as he vacated the couch. “Oh I’m sorry…did I interrupt something?” Queenie asked innocently but Hero could tell that it was anything but. The drag queen had bided her time to interrupt at a time when they would have been doing this or (if she had been luckier) right when Hero had been about to push himself inside his new lover.

“Queenie, what a surprise, what do you need?” Vi asked, voice shaking as his hands nervously fumbled to pull his shirt down over what was more than likely a painful erection.

“Oh just your opinion on something, let’s go down to my apartment and I’ll show you!” she exclaimed, grabbing Vi ad dragging him away, throwing a smirk over a beefy shoulder at a visibly frustrated Hero. He’d thought it was all a game…he’d learned a lesson today, Vi and Queenie were “evil” for a reason.

Well…not evil, Queenie just liked to see pretty boys squirm and she had gotten two for the price of one today…a job well done indeed.