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"Wait, why are you holding my hand?" The hero raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling up their lips.
"I-I'm not holding your hand, you're holding my hand." The villain babbled, a blush arising on their cheeks.
The hero laughed, "Oh yeah? Your hand just squeezed my hand though."
"Fuck off." The villain grumbled as they tried to move their hand out of the hero's hand, but the hero just grabbed it and shoved it into their chest, grinning.
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(Part 1…?)
“We used to be best friends,” The hero murmured, gazing out the window of their room. The moon shining so bright, they tore their eyes from it. The light shining through the glass, illuminating the whole place up. They sighed. “Perhaps, something more intimate that I refused to put a name on. We both refused to.”
“Dad, were you guys more than friends?” The hero’s child, a fourteen-year-old, asked them. Their eyes animated with wonder, their lips curved up a little. The hero chuckled, as they patted the teenager’s head.
“You should go to sleep now, hmm? It’s getting late.” The hero murmured, moving from the place they were standing and striding to where the other was sitting on the bed.
“Buttttttt, I have to know.” The fourteen-year-old whined, shaking their head as their parent picked them from the bed by their arm, in one sweep. “Where are they now? Do you know?” They asked again.
“No, I don’t know where he is right now, and nor do I wish to.” The hero said, eyes filling with suppressed sadness, their voice cracking. They tried to stay calm as memories of their college days came crushing in all at once, fogging their whole mind. Suddenly, they felt dizzy as they let go of the confused teenager’s arm, and sat down on the bed.
It was now or never. Every time they had this conversation, it would end with the hero staying silent the end, not wanting to bring up any reminders of the villain. They could not tell the younger one, that their best friend was none other than the most wanted criminal in the entire city. It would be too much, for both of them. Every time the assignment of finding the villain was assigned to him, they would always decline it. They couldn’t afford to meet the villain let alone, catch them. It would break them, unwillingly.
Yet, they couldn’t bury it all down again. Not when the kid was getting nothing but smarter every day, wiser. Mature. It felt wrong to hide their history any longer than they had been. So, they took a deep breath and let it all out. They told the fourteen-year-old everything that he had been wanting to, everything they didn’t tell anyone else, not even their ex-partner. Perhaps, that’s why when their partner felt that they weren't the one the hero was looking for, they decided to set them both free.
The teenager listened intently, asking their parent questions here and there. Frowning at various times, and laughing at others. It was a roller coaster of emotions, if you asked them.
“So…you still love them then?” They questioned, eyes brows raised.
The hero glanced away, wiping away the tears that unknowingly left out of their eyes, “I wish I could say no, but yes. Yes, I do love-," Before the hero could finish his sentence, there was a big thud from the kitchen. The teenager glanced at their dad, their eyes filled with surprise.
They both quickly but quietly made their way to the kitchen, the hero in the front, while their child trailed behind.
When they peeked out behind the wall of the kitchen, the hero's heart stopped. The villain stood there, appearing smug.
The villainess meandered to where the heroine was tied to the chair, a cloth wrapped across her mouth, restricting her to even escape a sigh. The heroine struggled when she saw the villainess coming out from the shadows, making strangled noises. “What did I tell you, hmm?” The villainess murmured, lazily. She stopped advancing, and simply stood there, her hands in her pockets.
The heroine gazed up, her breath almost hitching. The lights above her making the villainess’s face glow, and she had to admit, it was a beautiful sight to see. She tore her eyes from the villainess and fixed it on the ground. “I told you to keep quiet, pin drop silent. Yet here you are, all over the place. So loud,” The villainess hissed , and the heroine shuddered. “Perhaps, we should find other creative ways to help you keep down?”
The villainess lowered herself to peek at the heroine’s face, and just now the heroine realized how close they were. A breath away, from colliding their foreheads. She backed away, scratching the chair across the floor, and turned away her head. The villainess raised her eyebrows, and with a swift motion, took out the cloth binding the heroine’s mouth.
“Let me go.” The heroine murmured, after taking a few deep breaths. Her face glinted with sweat, the room so hot it prickled her skin.
“What if I don’t want to? What if I say I want you to be here, be mine. Forever.” The villainess whispered, and maybe it was the light that was shining, but the heroine couldn’t help seeing a possessive sparkle in the other’s eyes. "What if I say I'm obsessed with you, and can't stop thinking about you every second of day and night?"
The heroine narrowed her eyes, surely, this was another of one villainesses' tactics to make her a flustered mess. A tease, like always. She sighed. This was going to be tough.
"When were you not obsessed with me? You've always been, but I can't-...we can't. We can't ever be together. It's near impossible." The heroine shook her head, her wrists aching from the tightness of the ropes. The villainess stood there for a moment, looking dazy, before moving her feet and untying the heroine.
"Go." The villainess said, her voice thick. She refused to meet the heroine's eyes. The heroine, who was confused, stared. "Go. Leave."
And so the heroine did, she ran as far away as her legs could take her without ever glancing back. Without ever thinking what they could have been, had she not ran away.
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"Oh, shit. Is that a hickey on your neck?" The villain asked, eyes narrowing. He stepped closer, to take a more keen look. The hero blushed and nodded. The villain's eyes went wide, "Who-who gave you that?"
"You." The hero replied, his eyes filling with sadness. He took a deep breath. The villain's memory had gotten worse since the day he found out that the other had Alzheimer's. The doctors were hopeless because the villain was on stage 4 of the disease.
‘It can’t be helped anymore than the treatment that we have him on’, They had said. The hero had gotten mad, how could they lose hope when his villain was still this young? Couldn’t they do something about it rather than shaking their heads with pity plastered on their damn faces? The hero wanted to lash out, but, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t, not with the villain by his side, looking gloom.
"Me?" The villain frowned, and continued shortly, "But we haven't met since two days ago." The hero went close to him, his steps heavy and filled with anxiety. He raised his hand, and brought it to the villain's cheek. “My condition’s getting worse, isn’t it?” The villain murmured again, concern lacing his eyes. The hero shook his head.
“No, no. You’re right. We met two days ago, that’s when you gave me the hickey.” The hero whispered, kissing the villain. The villain kissed him back with tenderness. The hero broke the kiss, and saw the villain’s beautiful face now stained with too bitter of tears.
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The sidekick is in love with the villain and hero, but they don't know. Nor do they show any sign of liking the sidekick back. In fact, the sidekick has to suppress their feeling of jealousy, every time the villain flirts with the hero, and the hero flirts back. His heart ached every time at the sight. The sidekick can do nothing but watch them. He keeps a journal, that he writes in every day.
One day, the villain and the hero find the journal.
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“You…I thought…” The villain’s voice trailed off, leaving a roaring silence filled with fear. His ears ringed with the blaring noise of police cars all around him. The hero’s back faced to him, unwavering. Unwilling. He swallowed the lump that had formed in an attempt to stop the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. The hero turned around, alarmed. His face one of a horror.
“I-I…don’t know how they got to know about our location. I swear-…” The hero whispered, moving towards the villain that was bent over in shock. The villain looked confused. The hero’s head shook violently, bending down before the villain. “I didn’t, please.” He murmured, again. His heart aching at the sight of the villain’s tears, the villain swat them away harshly.
“Of course you did. You would have. I should’ve known. We could never be together, you’re too good for me. I’m too disgraceful for you.” The villain’s eyes turning dark, his expression ominous. The hero felt hopeless, so he kissed the villain. Or tried to, but the police were inside the room, taking away the villain with them forcefully. He could barely touch the villain’s lips a hitch, before the other was snatched away from him. He stood there watching the villain’s face going away, his hands that he caressed every morning, now, covered with cuffs.
The hero’s eyes blurred the vision, and as he attempted to go to the villain, pull him away, and run, he collapsed on the floor.
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"Do you not want to give us another chance?" The villain questioned the hero, breathing heavily from the exertion they just went through. The hero walked towards him, seemingly out of breath as well.
"I would. However, the government wouldn't want me to. The job wouldn't allow me to." The hero sighed, stopping abruptly close to the villain. His eyes were a deep blue, and the villain felt himself staring instead of listening. His ears rang with white noise mixed with the hero's rough undertone.
"But..." The villain began, exhausted. His forehead glistened with sweat, his body, hot. He wished things would go back to the way they were, without either of them having to try, having to have this talk right now, but, it seemed impossible. It was impossible. He was tired of fighting like this, hurting each other(even though he always tried to refrain from any severe physical injuries, hell, no injuries at all if it was under his control).
"But, what?" The hero frowned, coming close to the villain, and sneaking an arm around his waist. He took a moment to admire the man in front of him before attaching their foreheads together. He let out a long exhale.
"But, I still have the offer standing." The villain murmured, the distance between them felt incomputable yet, restricted enough. A roaring silence followed as the wind passed through them.
"The offer...well. I can't join your side, unfortunately. I have morals and a reputation to keep." The hero whispered, and the villain noticed just how close they had actually gotten. He breathed out.
"You can always choose to change." This was not going in the right direction, and the villain knew it. He thought to say, 'Would you choose others instead of me?' but stopped himself short.
"I wouldn't want to… if I can be the better of myself by not choosing to change. I can't change for you." The hero replied, and it was all the reminder they both needed before they lunged on to their stances, and fought for their morals as the hero put it.
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The villain's head throbbed with pain, as they willed themself to sit up. The room was dark, with barely any light. A tiny ray of shine was coming from the window on the right, and they exhaled. Before they could figure out where they were, footsteps echoed in the room, nearing them in the passing seconds.
"Finally awake, are we?" The person spoke, the all-too-familiar voice. The villain recognized it almost immediately but still had difficulty making out what the other was saying. They blinked a few times to make his eyes focus, and brain, work. However, to their veil, it didn't work. Not really.
"Where am I?" The villain whispered into the dark, their throat so dry, it felt like he had just swallowed a handful of sand. A scared feeling crawled up their spine, raising goosebumps in its wake. The hero's voice frightening them, making them feel so small.
"You're in my office. I'm supposed to hold you hostage, until the morning." The hero uttered lazily. Unaware of how the villain's body was shaking, crawling itself in. They forced themself to say something.
"I-...I don't understand." The villain said, gulping.
"I drugged you and then brought you here. Now, do you understand?" The hero asked, an irritated edge accompanying their words. The villain closed in on themself even more and nodded in the pitch black. They blamed themself for ever believing the hero and they had anything going on between them. Clearly not.
CW: implied sexual content
“You can’t top me.” The villain said, frowning.
“Yeah, I can.” The hero spoke back.
“No, you can’t-,” The villain insisted, getting impatient.
“I can.” The hero narrowed his eyes challengingly.
The sidekick looked between them, confused. “Can you not talk about your sexual intercourse positions in front of me? Goodness!”
The hero raised his eyebrows, cracking up. The villain laughed as well, turning a bit red. He shook his head, “We’re talking about who will score the most highest in the game we play every night.”
The sidekick stood there, staring in shock.
“And anyway, we all know who tops.” The hero winked at the villain, and the villain turned full on shade of crimson. He glared at the hero, but the hero just gave an innocent smile.
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“I have nyctophilia.” The villain stated, strolling away into his huge apartment. The hero raised an eyebrow, staying where he was. He couldn’t see a damn thing, aside from the outlines of the couches and the villain standing in front of him.
“What does that mean?” The hero wondered, his eyes roaming around, trying to adjust to the midnight glow.
“It means that I find comfort in the darkness. A kind of peace.” The villain explained, his back turned to the hero.
“Oh, well. Can you turn on the lights for now? I can barely see anything.” The hero mumbled, quietly. It felt so intimate to be standing here with the villain, lights turned off, in the avid blackness. Exquisitely, almost.
“Why? You don’t like it?” The villain retorted, half-chuckling. He turned around and faltered to where the hero was.
The hero scoffed, “No. I’m not you, after all.” The villain came to a halt about an inch away from him, and his breathing quickened.
“You don’t have to be me to enjoy the dark, we all have it inside us. We just refuse to accept it, darling.” The villain whispered, his voice deep. Honey-like, the hero thought. Soothing, yet shriveling. He shuddered.
“Don’t call me that. I have a girlfriend.” The hero hissed. That was a lie, he knew. But, he refused to give in to the other man’s flirting. He was on a mission, for god’s sake. Why couldn’t the villain be serious for once?
The villain snorted, “Sure, you do.” He went away to turn on the switch, but stumbled on one of the couches that was placed on the left, lost his balance and fell down facing the floor.
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"You know, your dad used to call me da-"
"Dumb. I used to call him dumb because he always got himself in trouble." The hero cut off the villain, glaring at him. "He's 17, for Christ's sake."
The seventeen-year-old in question just narrowed his eyes at them, secretly knowing what the villain was going to say before his dad interrupted.
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"Well, what do you think?" The villain asked as the hero looked at himself in the mirror with an unsettling frown permanently attached to his eyebrows.
"Are you sure no one will recognize me at the party? You know, this is a very important mission, right?" The hero spoke, spinning his body a little and then moving closer to check his face.
"I'm sure no one will recognize you. I've been dressing you up for 3 hours now, so I know how important it is, babe." The villain retorted, his hands gesturing in the air between them. He decided that if the mission went downhill, it wouldn't be his fault. It would be the hero's fault, with the way he's still frowning like a baby, unknowingly ruining his makeup. He sighed and shifted his feet towards the other man.
"Just relax, would ya? You can always call me for backup." The villain kissed the hero to calm down his nerves. The hero kissed back hungrily. His heart jumped with nervousness. "Okay, okay. Let's not get carried away." The villain laughed, and the hero's cheeks stained with red.
"Thank you." The hero murmured, and the villain grinned.
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The villain sauntered towards the hero, a blurring of his vision, his elbows scrapped, and in a second he was on the ground with the hero. The hero groaned, a stream of red blood coming from his mouth. The villain’s hands ached to wiped it away. Kiss him. But, everything in him hurt. He could barely move anymore, the hero in the same condition.
All he could make out was a last breathy, “Thank you,” as his heart rate slowed and his body stilled. The hero shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. He tried to get on his elbows, and crawl a bit closer to the villain.
“No-no…you’re not g-going anywhere. Please.” The hero whispered, his voice hitching. The villain smiled, a withering of lips barely stretching. And, the hero’s heart ached more. Pain.
What followed was the silence, the hardly touching hands, and the shallow breaths. They could not cross the distance between them, for they were far two worlds apart.
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The hero back-hugged the villain, and sighed. “How are you always so warm?” They said, and nuzzled their face in the villain’s neck.
“Because your love radiates like the sun on me.” The villain replied, grinning from ear to ear. The hero blushed and kissed them.
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"She was checking you out." The hero pressed his body flush against the villain's. The villain bit his lip and then licked it. The hero followed the movement with his eyes.
"I-...are you jealous?" The villain asked, swallowing. This felt thrilling, but surely dangerous with the way the hero wouldn't let him go the moment that girl left them alone. The backstreet was grave, with nothing but the loud music coming from the club that was placed behind it.
"So what if I am? You're mine, no one's allowed to look at you that way but me." The hero growled, and it went straight to the villain's...let's just say his body reacted in a way that the hero must've felt. "Oh, this is turning you on, is it. You like it when I'm possessive, don't you?" His body rubbed against the villain's, and the villain let out a low groan that was something close to an illicit sound. The hero smirked, and the villain knew they were going to be up all night.
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"Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. All you are is, pathetic." The villain hushed, the words getting carried into the darkness of nothing but a singular light coming from the window on his left. Silence.
The hero scoffed and then half-laughed, "At least, I'm not a loser who the world is behind." His hands itched against the ropes that held him together. They weren't too tight, if he wished, he could untie himself and run away. But, he wanted to spend some more time with the villain, something he shouldn't be doing on his mission. Inappropriate. Who could blame him though? The villain's tactics to gain his attention were too cute.
"Oh come on, darling. We both know you're jealous of me because I'm more famous than you." The villain said, with an almost childish smile on his face. The hero sighed.
"Hmm, what can I say? Of course, I'd be jealous of such a pretty face." The hero let on, grinning. The blush that crept on the villain's face, was worth everything. Widened eyes stared back at him in amusement. He wasn't normally the one to flirt, but today somehow felt different. A gained confidence, a crush to make blush. The villain smirked, after regaining his composure.
"You're not so bad yourself, Gorgeous." The villain said back, eyes gleaming with excitement. And, now it was time for the hero to blush as his body ran with adrenaline, warmness flooding through. His heart raced. He felt himself untying the ropes, and standing up. The villain raised his eyebrows, not moving. The hero walked towards the villain and handed him the rope.
"Try harder next time, sweetheart." The hero whispered in the villain's ear, who was standing there, stunned. And, before he could even react, the hero took off running. The villain cursed under his breath and ran after him.
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Asking for a lil enemies with benefits and lots of pining
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The hero put on his shirt, and then his pants. When he was done, he glanced up to see the villain leaning against the room's door frame. Already dressed. "Make sure no one knows about this. I can't afford to lose my job and my reputation." The hero said. The villain raised his eyebrows. His eyes were dull.
"Of course. You can't have anyone knowing you sleep with a cheap villain. Wouldn't look good on you." The villain murmured, his voice small. A bitter edge to it. His heart ached. It was easy to ignore it at first, but lately, it's been getting to him. The yearning for the hero, the need to protect him, the urge to tell the hero that he wanted more than whatever they had going on.
But, who was he to say those things? A mere toy for the hero to come to when he was desired. Nothing more. Nothing less. And, maybe that's the reason he wanted the hero to be his and no one else's. He couldn't turn a blind eye to the way the hero's touch lingered on an area of his body for too long. The way the hero would kiss him tenderly, after. It made him question things. Made him fall in love with the hero beyond what felt exceptional. Obsessively so, one might say.
The hero shrugged, "It's not about you or me. It's about the people. I can't go and tell the world, that I'm fucking the enemy. It would put both of us in a tight spot." He came forward, tugged the villain close to him, and kissed him. A kiss too close to something that held meaning. The villain knew otherwise. The hero pulled back and smiled a little. His face held something like sadness, but the villain could be wrong. "They don't want us to be together. Because they know we'd be too powerful." And, the villain felt a little relief. Perhaps, because of the way the hero said it so easily. Or perhaps, that was how the hero confessed.
“Get your hands off of me, I don’t need your help.” The hero grunted, moving backwards. The arm hurt where the bullet was pierced by the supervillain. But, fortunately the villain ran him away. Telling the supervillain that he’s got the hero “under his control”, the hero had rolled his eyes at that. The supervillain was hesitant, however, backed off. Giving the villain a secret nod, that the hero definitely saw. And, then he vanished.
The villain raised his eyebrows, retreating his hands. His expression exasperated. If he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, it will lead to the hero dying in less than 10 minutes. He could not afford the hero’s death. “Stop protesting, will you? Just let me help you, please. I know-…how to treat a gunshot wound, okay?” His eyes were so soft, that the hero almost couldn’t believe it.
The hero stayed silent. His eyes felt heavy, his head foggy. He strained to focus on one thing. The villain was right. He felt helpless in the moment. Deciding that he should let the villain take over, he muttered a small, “fine.” The villain went to get a cold wet towel, with a first-aid kit that looked quite too used. He sighed, once the villain came back.
The villain’s hands were cold against his warm skin, and he took a deep breath. “Talk to me, you have to stay awake until I finish this. Take deep breaths. In and out. In and out.” The hero wrestled himself to follow the villain’s commands. “Yes, you’re doing good.” When the villain was finished, he smiled at the hero.
The hero whispered, “Thank you.” He still struggled to breathe properly, but seeing the villain’s smile gave him some comfort and, perhaps, a little ease.
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The villain’s sidekick hissed as he was thrown to the ground by the hero, pinning his wrists above his head. The villain grinned, coming out from the shadows that hid him. “What? Can’t even take that?” He said, still smiling. The sidekick scowled, trying to escape the hero’s tight grip on his wrists. The hero chuckled.
“Get off of me!” The sidekick cried, groaning. Getting pinned by the villain daily was another thing, getting pinned by the hero was another. It awakens something inside him, unlike when he was with the villain. He’d gotten used to the villain doing that every time on their training grounds. He was baffled at how he managed to always get under the villain. The hero huffed, standing up. The villain came forward and offered a hand. He swatted away, frowning.
“Aww come on, you weren’t that bad. Just need to improvise a little more, and you will be the one pinning me to the ground.” The hero said, winking. The villain nodded in agreement, moving close to the hero to give him a gentle punch on his shoulder.
“Yeah, definitely. I still remember our sessions. I can teach him our ways.” The villain murmured, his voice low. He licked his lips, gazing at the hero.
Meanwhile, the sidekick blushed furiously. ‘Was the hero even aware of what he was saying at this point? He must be, he thought. ‘And what the heck was the villain talking about?’ His head pondered on and on.
“You just need a bit more training with me, and you’ll be ready to take on both of us.” The villain turned towards him, his eyes glinting with mischief. The sidekick knew that glint, the glint that made him almost fall to his knees. The villain was flirting with him and, he just wanted to run away. Because he knew, it wasn’t real. That both the hero and the villain were just being playful. But, god did he wish it was true. He knew he was a sidekick that didn’t matter. The sidekick that the world didn’t care for, not even bat an eye over. He sighed, getting up.
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The villain came forward, slow and unwavering. A mask was plastered on his face, but it failed to disguise his face completely. The hero recognized him immediately.
The ballroom echoed with music all around. People laughed and danced with joy spilling out of them. Each one of them was dressed in fancy gowns and suits. Everyone was having fun, except the hero.
Damn this mission, the hero thought.
The villain let on an almost sweet smile as he reached close to the hero. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you, handsome?" The hero's heartbeat rose. Suffocating him, the room was.
The hero glanced around, begging for someone to come for him and stop this from happening. No one came. He hesitated, before giving his hand to the villain and letting him guide him.
The villain led him to the dance floor, and let his hands fall to the hero's waist. The hero felt himself doing the same.
"You know, the mask doesn't help in hiding your pretty face." The villain whispered in the hero's ears. His hands tightening around the hero's waist.
"I never meant to." The hero returned, suddenly confidence. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, he thought, as he squeezed the villain's waist back.
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"Why?! Just why did you kill her?!" The hero screamed, punching the villain's face repeatedly. His eyes filled with angry tears, that let themselves out steadily. He stood up, dragged the villain by the collar, and threw him across the room. The villain groaned and laughed.
"I tried and tried...to be happy for you. Until I couldn't. I couldn't see it see anymore, because it hurt. It hurt to see how happy you were when you were with her, not me. It hurt to know that she is the one you love, not me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to know. If I could just, remove her from your life." The villain said, willing himself to sit up with the wall's support. He gulped.
The villain felt pain all over his body. Not quite from the punches or the kicks. But, from the way the hero's eyes widened, from the way the hero's face scrunched into a frown and then, a scowl.
He came forward to where the villain was still struggling and knelt down. "Loving me doesn't give you any right to kill her. And, if you did truly love me...you wouldn't have done this. No." The hero murmured, shaking his head. Disbelief on his face, apparent. It was like the world stopped around them. The hero still looking at him with hurt, wrath, and loathe.
The villain's breath choked. He couldn't breathe. He thought everything would make itself right, by the time he was finished with hiding the woman's body. But, somehow, the hero had found her. Had dug her out from the villain's hideout, while he could do nothing but watch with his hands and legs tied to a chair.
The hero suddenly let out a chuckle, "This calls for revenge, doesn't it? Since you killed my ex, I get to kill you. And, then we're even." The villain stared in a daze, unmoving. What came next, was a loaded gun from the hero's back pocket.
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The villain groans as the hero puts some ointment on to the wound that currently sits on his forehead. A hiss follows closely. The hero grins. "You shouldn't have been so cocky, earlier. This is the result of it."
"I was only trying to save you, okay?!" The villain cried, his open injury hurting even more. He cursed. His head throbbed with pain. He had no clue why such a small thing could cause so much distress. The hero dabbed more of the liquid, before taking a band-aid and putting it on the spot.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. You saved me but got injured yourself." The hero muttered, placing the small box of first-aid back on the table that sat in front of them.
"If only you didn't shove yourself in that bastard's face, I would have stayed calm." The villain said back, sitting up from the bed. His face showed a hint of irritation. and, he scoffed.
"I didn't shove myself in that bastard's face, he shoved himself in my face. And anyway, it wasn't that serious. I could have taken him down with one hit." The hero remarked, appearing quite proud of himself.
"Okay. Okay. Enough of that dead man. Let's have dinner, yeah? I'm starving, darling." The villain replied, placing a small kiss on the hero's cheek, and standing up. The hero followed, as he back-hugged the villain and kissed his exposed neck.
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“Tell me you love me, please”, the hero’s breath hitched as he clutched on the villain. His eyes swelling with salty tears. He longed to hear it, on the verge of death. The confession of love.
“I wish I knew how to lie to you. But, I don’t.” The villain voiced back, and shook his head. The hero cried and cried until silent enveloped them. Until there was nothing left of the hero, but his shattered heart in the growing darkness.
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The villain is watering their plants, when a car arrives on the pave way to their left. Their neighbor. They rarely sees them. In fact, for the three years since they’ve been there, they’ve never seen their neighbor’s face. They felt intrigued at the sudden appearance of the car.
The car came to a halt, as a cool breeze passed by. The villain shuddered, pulling on the hood of their jacket. They felt shivers run down their back. As if that wasn’t enough, they felt even more shivers with their face opening in shock. The “unknown” neighbor-who was no longer unknown-came out of the shadows. It was none other than the hero themself.
The hero’s eyes were plastered on the ground as their hands were packed in their jeans pockets. They didn’t even bother to look up.
The villain decided to speak up after, for god knows how long. “Hey!” They shouted. The hero glanced up, and their eyes widened.
“What are you doing here?!” The hero shouted back, their feet halted to a stop.
“I’m your neighbor.” The villain grinned as they stepped out of the patio of their house. They jogged to the hero, and reached out their hand. The hero raised a brow.
“Can we not pretend that we didn’t fight just this morning?” The hero asked, their voice hoarse. Scratched almost. The villain frowned.
“Are you okay? You seem tired. Did I went too harsh on you this morning?” The villain questioned instead, their hands moving to check the hero’s forehead, in case they had a fever. They doesn’t think they did. They didn’t fight much. Physically, anyway. It was more of a verbal back and forth. And then, some pinning and pushing. The hero swatted at their hand.
“Don’t. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” The hero said, their voice firm. The cold cut through their voice, and the villain felt the harsh wind of it.
“I was just trying to…see if you needed help.” The villain replied, feeling hurt. Their hands shook slightly, as they forcefully brought them down by their side.
The hero shook their head. “I don’t need your help. Thanks.” They moved their feet to the door of their house, and soon went inside without sparing a glance at the villain.
The villain frowned and went back to their house, their hand still feeling the touch of the hero’s hand swatting at it.

“Do you need a reminder of how fucking good you feel on me?” The villain asked the hero—their voice was deep, a sharp edge. The hero nodded, almost dazy. They were getting turned on by this whole scenario, the way the villain was manhandling them. It felt good. Really good. They wanted to be devoured. Desired. Let someone undo them. Bring them back to themself. They didn’t know what they were doing. Their head felt so heavy. God, they needed control more than anything.
“Yeah, possibly more than one.” The hero replied, coming close to where the villain was standing. They grabbed them by the waist and pulled them in a heated kiss. The villain responded to the kiss immediately by grabbing the hero and pushing them onto the desk behind them. Their hands rode up the hero’s thighs, squeezing them. The hero moaned, lowly. The villain pulled away, to the hero’s dismay. They chased after the villain’s lips. “Please, kiss me.”
“Desperate. You were literally running away from me, 10 minutes ago. How am I supposed to do this with you?” The villain groaned. Their intent had been clear the moment they met. It was to have a talk, not a fight. A talk. A talk about their relationship. How they planned to make it happen in the future. But, the hero was anxious, which the villain understood. They were too.
However, the villain didn’t understand why the hero intended to ditch the whole situation. And, run away. They sighed. The hero didn’t reply, their eyes trained on the ground. “Look at me, please?” The villain gently placed their hand on the hero’s cheeks.
“I’m so embarrassed by myself. I’m so confused. And, I’m so scared.” The hero said, their eyes filing with tears. The tears let themselves out without his permission, and he broke down.
“I know, baby. I know how you feel. But, I want to talk about it when you’re ready. And, you can tell me if you’re not.” The villain acknowledged, their face already wet by the time they were finished. “It’ll be okay, we can work through this, alright? Promise me you won’t run away again.” The villain uttered.
The hero shook their head and faintly smiled. “Never”, they whispered. They kissed the villain to bind it.
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"I'd like to believe you, but I don't know if I can." The hero uttered, the villain stood with their back facing them. They let their eyes stroll over the villain's shadowed body. The sun beamed on the villain, making them glow.
"It's okay. You don't have to. No one does. No one did." The villain replied. And, even though the hero couldn't see their face, they knew it was heartbroken. The villain was heartbroken, they could feel it. They longed to just hold them, but they can't.
The hero was restrained by the bindings of their mission. The mission? Manipulate the villain. Find all their weaknesses to use against them. Cruel. That's what they felt when they first entered the villain's huge mansion. It was evening. The sun was bidding its final goodbye, with the sharp sunrays.
The hero took a deep breath to steady their pounding heart. The villain turned around abruptly and shifted their feet towards them. They came so close, the hero thought they would kiss them. But what came was the gentle touch of the villain's fingers on their cheek. A soft graze of the other's hand, and they sighed.
The hero leaned to the touch, involuntarily. They couldn't stop themself for wanting more of it. "You know, I've always believed you. Believed in your strength to fight me, and win. It's almost a defeat on my part to admit it." The villain murmured, their hands moving down to the hero's jaw. The hero let it.
"You don't need to. Don't have to. I've lost more than won. With you, anyways." The hero muttered back, their voice so low. So mellow. They wished that the both of them would stay like this. Never pull apart, but of course, that wasn't going to happen.
"You've won me." The villain whispered. The distance between them allowed even the slightest noise to be heard, the villain didn't need to be loud. The hero shuddered, their heartbeat picked up again. They looked the villain in the eye, and found them staring right back.
The villain moved closer, hesitant. The hero closed the gap between them and brought their lips together. They cursed internally to the mission, the damned government, his duties, and his job. However, most of all, they cursed himself for losing control. But who were they to deny love? No one. Not anymore.
"You're addicting. Just like my morning coffee. You awaken every molecule in my body, every time I consume you." The villain breathed against the hero's lips, capturing them again. And then, grinning.
The hero invaded the villain's mouth with their tongue, rolling it all around his mouth. They brought them closer by their waist. Their thin waist, that the hero just wanted to mark it all over. They pulled away, to let both of them draw breath. "Am I, now?" They asked.
"Unfortunately, I don't get to consume you every morning." The villain replied. Their eyes spotted the exposed collar bones of the hero, from the very low v-cut button-up shirt they were wearing. And, they felt the urge to mark it. The hero smiled, licking their lips.
"Someday, that will happen. Okay?" The hero said, sighing.
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"Oh, so you're the infamous hero everyone is drooling over lately?" The villain wondered as they let their eyes roam over the hero's figure.
"Yeah. Why, you jealous?" The hero asked them, confident. A proud glint pondering in their dusty brown eyes. Their feet moved steadily but surely on their own to the other one.
"Jealous? Of you? Oh, spare me." The villain scoffed. Their face told otherwise, the hero thought.
The villain stayed planted where they were, while the hero nothing but neared them. Cornered them. They gulped.
"You know, you're not so bad yourself. I'd take you." The hero's voice dropped to a low soothing sound, that the villain's knees almost gave out. Almost.
The villain raised a brow, trying to appear unbothered. "In...a fight, right?" They said, unsure. They were just buying time so they could run, they told himself. It was definitely not because they were curious.
"No. Think deeper." The hero replied, short and curt. A devious smile made its way onto their lips. They let the villain figure out what exactly they meant.
The villain realized soon, the implication of what the hero meant and their eyes widened.
The hero attacked them next. Right there and then.
“Oops, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spill your coffee Mist-…” the hero trailed off, his eyes locking with a familiar face. There stood the villain, frozen in place. “What are you doing here?” The hero asked, bringing back his voice that was abruptly cut off midway.
“I could ask the same. This is my area, so what are you doing here?” The villain threw back. The barista behind the counter looked between them. The hero sensed it, and was glad that the villain wore a mask all the time so no one would be able to recognize him.
The hero quickly apologized to the barista, ignoring the villain’s eyes on him. He picked up some tissues and cleaning the floor. The drink had only spilled a little, so it didn’t take long to wipe it. He then grabbed the villain by his arm, and took him outside the cafe. The villain followed him with both of his eyebrows shot up.
“Since when was this your area? And, anyway it doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t be roaming around in a place like a cafe, you can get caught. You don’t want that, do you?” The hero questioned, looking around. His lips pressed together in a firm line.
“Now, why would you care if I get caught, hmm?” The villain shot back, suddenly appearing smug. He carefully pushed the hero backwards to the wall. “Unless, of course, you fear that you’ll miss me if they take me away.” He murmured, inching his face slowly near the hero’s.
The hero gave a grin, “Exactly, I’d miss you too much if they take you away from me. I would miss your face, your lips, your…” His eyes tracked down, making the villain widen his eyes and face, flush.
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“If you knew what it was like to have your parents hate you the moment you were born, you would know how I feel.” The villain murmured against the hero’s lips, so close. The hero swallowed. They pulled back a little, putting space between them. The villain still held on to their shirt’s collar.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how you feel. What it’s like to be in your place. But, I can assure that I would never use it as an excuse to hurt other people.” The hero said. Their voice quivering at the edge. They tried to make distance between their bodies, but the villain just pulled them closer.
“Then, tell me. Tell me how it’s like to be a hero. To be someone every person loves, adores even. It must be easy.” The villain hissed. Their voice rough, and stern.
The hero snorted. “It is not as easy as you think.” Their hands moved, closing on the villain’s wrist. And, they slowly pulled it away from their collar with a firmness that made the villain falter. “Because, when you are expected to save the world, the only thing that matters is whether you can do your job or not.”
The villain laughed, a humorless sound. Their expression turned painful.
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