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Around 6 days later, they were back to how they used to be, having spent almost every day hanging out at the Coffee Shop. But as the days passed, Blaze’s guilt grew wider and wider. They both became attached to each other, which was only making the situation worse. Once he’d tell Vendetta Blake was in fact Blaze, he knew the villain wouldn’t take it too well, and would probably start considering just how honest their friendship was.
They were currently walking away from the Coffee Shop, hand in hand as usual, both lost in their thoughts. Blaze was trying to figure out how to tell him, when and where. Meanwhile, Vendetta had his own thoughts to swim trough, not noticing his friend’s nervousness.
He was thinking about Blaze, and how the last time they met he ended up punched by him. Ever since he decided on living his life however he wanted, he didn’t do any villain acts, seeing as he still had the money he robbed and wasn’t aimlessly spending them, therefore he hadn’t had the chance to meet his enemy. He had to admit to himself that he pretty much… missed the hero. Well, the fights they had, the comebacks they’d share,the adrenaline he’d feel… He missed it all.
But, pushing those thoughts behind, he tightened his and “Blake’s” hand interlock, reminding himself he should just enjoy the moment. Having reached the bus station, Vendetta turned towards said Blake and inhaled, before saying:
“You should come by my place…”
Blaze was surprised by his words. “For real? ” he asked, unsure.
“Yeah… I mean, before, I’d keep you away from my place not wanting anyone to know where The Villain lived… But seeing as you know about me and I trust you now… why not? ” he explained.
“Oh…Okay, sure…” Blaze said, having flinched the moment he said “trust”. He lead him to the bus station bench, then they both sat down. Vendetta placed his head on the hero’s chest and Blaze placed his arm around his shoulders. Then, they both waited in comfortable silence for the bus, while Blaze was drowning in guilt.
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( in Vendetta’s apartment)
Blaze’s eyes widened at what he saw. Seeing as the apartment only consisted of a huge room and the bathroom, from the deck which held the kitchen side he could see the whole place. And what got his attention were the drawings all around the walls cornering Vendetta’s desk. Most of them were of him, in his hero appearance. After going down the two steps of the deck, he slowly approached the art filled side. He stared in awe at the gracefully drawn art, not even bothering to close his mouth. They were perfect.
Behind him rushed Vendetta, and reached to a drawing trying to take it off the wall, but his wrist was grabbed before he got the chance to.
“Don’t take them down! They’re amazing…”
“They might be, but… it looks as if I’m a creeper or something. And… don’t you feel…” Vendetta trailed off, looking outside the huge window next to the desk.
“Jealous? ” Blaze finished for him, to which Vendetta made eye contact again, taken by surprise when his thoughts were voiced. It sounded weird seeing as they didn’t mention anything about any sort of relationship going on between them, and the kiss they shared was not a subject in any of their conversations.
At the same time, Blaze just felt happy knowing Vendetta actually spent time drawing him and was almost happier knowing he was concerned that he would make him jealous, the villain not realizing he was implying he’d be jealous at himself. The thought itself made him chuckle, and with the chuckle came another wave of happiness, and with the happiness came a hug. Vendetta was beyond confused as the hero’s arms wrapped around him.
“Why are you acting like this? ” he asked laughing. If anything, he thought Blake would be jealous on Blaze for being in most of his drawings, but he acted more than fine about it. Maybe too fine.
“You’re perfect. Don’t ever doubt it.” Blaze sighed out of the blue, and took in the smell of the villain’s cologne. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, he just felt drugged by his presence.
“Blake… did you get high without me or something? ”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Right…” the villain said, rolling his eyes.
“Fancy cooking me a fancy dinner, fancy gentleman? ” the hero asked in a British accent.
“That phrase was horrible but fine.” Vendetta laughed.
“I shan’t take that as offensive, mind you.” Blaze said,still faking the accent.
“Oh just stop it with the accent I’m getting horny. ” the villain sarcastically commented.
“I don’t find that the least unfortunate…” the hero responded charmingly.
Vendetta just rolled his eyes, took his hand and dragged him towards the two stairs leading to the deck, then sat him at the kitchen table. Then, on his toes, searched the cupboards until he managed to grab what he was looking for. Much to the hero’s surprise, it was a box of cereals.
Blaze watched as he placed the box on the counter, went to the fridge, grabbed a box of milk and placed it next to the cereals. When he was about to search for bowls, Blaze interrupted.
“Cereals with milk? For serious? ” He asked confused.
“Well, you asked me to cook. This is the most I can do. But believe me, I can <<cook>> a hell of a bowl of cereals and milk.” he explained, but was interrupted by Blaze’s laughing. “I am slightly offended by your reaction, may I say.” he said, also faking British accent, with a hand on his waist.
At the sight, the hero lost it. His laugh became contagious and soon dominated the villain. After finally calming down, Blaze got up, ushered the villain to his seat and started searching the kitchen for ingredients. He was surprised to find everything he needed.
“Why do you have all these stuff if you don’t cook?” he asked, eyeing a condiment he never in his life heard of. Which said pretty much, seeing as he quite enjoyed cooking.
“My brother keeps sending me these stuff, hoping I’ll eat actual food one day.” he scoffed.
Blaze sighed and started cooking. He decided on spaghetti, with a smirk on his face. Vendetta quietly left the kitchen for a while, but Blaze didn’t pay attention to that.
After the spaghetti was ready, he put it on a big plate, the grin never leaving his face. Hearing Vendetta, he turned around.
“What took you so lon-” he stopped mid sentence when he eyed the two wine bottles in his hands.
“I just had to go to the basement to get those. That’s where I keep my babies.” Vendetta sighed and hugged the bottles.
Blaze laughed, putting the one and only plate on the middle of the table. Vendetta snickered.
“I know what you’re trying to do, and the probability of picking the same spaghetti in our mouths from that whole bunch of spaghetti is lower than the probability to die on the way to bed, seeing as we’ll be drunk by then.” He said smart-ass like, ending with a suggestive wink.
“Well…you’re not late until you show up. In this case, we can’t fail until we try. Also, I’m guessing that by the end of it there will be few enough spaghetti to pick the same one. ”
“Because that would be oh-so romantic.” the villain rolled his eyes,smirking. Then, he gracefully poured wine in the bottles.
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One hour, 2 wine bottles and lots of spaghetti later, they were just…out of it. They never stopped attempting to do the well know scene in which they would get the same spaghetti and end up kissing.
So…they were wasted. And only half way trough the meal. With clumsy hands they reached to the plate to try again, not even bothering to hope they would get the same thread anymore. Between laughter they managed to place both ends in their mouths and when, from the bunch of spaghetti the same thread escaped, they eagerly started going along it.
Their faces got closer and closer and the process seemed to take too long, but the anticipation made it worth it. They stood up so they could lean more and more, and as soon as their lips met any attempt of romance went out the door. They just hungrily attacked each other’s lips and started making out.
Vendetta decided that the table was in their way, so, in his drunken state, he decided to jump on the table and push Blaze back on his chair. Then, he continued their make out, leaning further and further into Blaze.
What they didn’t realize was that Vendetta was leaning maybe too much, and that Blaze’s drunken balance wasn’t enough to keep them steady on the two back legs of the chair. They ended up on the floor.
Minutes of laughing later, Blaze stood and helped Vendetta up, who in turn helped the hero keep his balance. Oh, were they doing a great team work! They managed to climb down the two stairs of the deck in one piece, then went all the way to the king sized bed, where Blaze wasted no time in unbuttoning the villain’s shirt, while Vendetta worked at unzipping the hero’s pants.
You can guess what happened from then on….
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While in movies the couple would wake up cuddled together, Vendetta woke up to the annoying cold light of morning, with Blaze next to him sprawled all over the bed. While in movies the room would smell like the rose petals all over the bed, Vendetta’s nostrils met sweat, sex and more sweat. While in the movies the woman would feel fresh and would wake up with a big smile, Vendetta’s mouth tasted like dead bodies buried in expired fish.
Yet, the smile was still there.
After turning towards his significant other, Vendetta scooted closer to him and placed his head on his chest, his shoulders soon embraced by a warm arm. He stood like that for a while, just listening to the hero’s deep breathing.
Vendetta realized Blaze woke up the moment his body froze, and after a few heart beats it flinched violently accentuated by a gasp. The hero sat up with the villain still in his arms, then just stared into space, his breathing growing faster and faster until he was almost hyperventilating.
The villain slapped him hard, finding it the only rational thing to do. Blaze’s head turned violently to the left, as his victimised cheek went from ghostly pale to red. His breathing slowed down and his eyes seemed to finally focus.
“Blake, if you’re freaking out because we had drunk sex, we’re freaking adults, so chill !” Vendetta said with a frown on his face.
Blaze gulped. It was not that. The guilt… It was physically hurting him. His guts felt all twisted up, and every time he gulped it felt like he’d choke. He did it with Vendetta before telling him who Blake really was… Once the villain found out, he’d surely feel used…
The hero looked at things from Vendetta’s point of view… The hero of the town pretended to be a human, got friends with the villain who also pretended to be a human. Then he kissed the villain, then found out the villain was a villain, then fucked the villain, then ended up telling him he was the hero all along. Jesus, would Vendetta feel used….
Seeing the man in front of him watch him concerned, he couldn’t keep it like that any longer. He’d make sure to keep distance between him and Vendetta, so he wouldn’t have to hurt him in the end.
He stood up, pulled his boxers on, and started searching for the rest of his clothes. Vendetta pulled his boxers on from the bed, then furiously stood up and pointed a threatening finger towards the hero, who turned towards him.
“If you dare leave—” he started, but then trailed off as his face got paler. He stood up too fast, and as the wave of dizziness hit him, he felt the hangover kick in. He placed his hand on his mouth as he felt vomit creep up his throat, then wasted no time in running for the bathroom.
Blaze went after him and kneeling beside him he patted his smooth back, while his slim torso contracted every time he’d throw up. Then he helped him to the sink, where Vendetta rinsed his mouth. After steadying his breathing, the villain looked at his reflection in the mirror. A corpse would be the perfect comparison to what he looked like…
“Well that was charming…” he laughed bitterly, his voice coming out hoarse and low.
Blaze hugged him from behind, watching him trough the reflective object. He then placed his head on his shoulder, tightening his hug. He let out a shaky sigh.
“Vendetta… can you promise me you’ll forgive me…?” he asked, gulping. He felt the villain turn around in his arms, then slender fingers running across his still red cheek. Vendetta looked into his brown eye contacts which he wasn’t yet aware of.
“Blake…this looks serious… Look, I ignored your weird behaviour too many times now. You’re not getting away from this so you better tell me what’s up right here right now.” the villain said monotonously.
Blaze sighed deeply, and placed his head on Vendetta’s shoulder, while his shaky hands held his waist.
“I really really like you, Vendetta….” he whispered.
“That doesn’t seem like a good reason to leave…”
“No, it’s not it… ” he gulped. “I’m….” he hugged him as strong as he managed, afraid the villain would instantly push him away after telling him.
“I’m … Blaze…”
Silence. After Vendetta’s inaudible gasp left his lips, a thick, heavy silence fell over the apartment. The villain pushed Blaze as strong as he managed, who in turn was slammed into the wall.
“Blake, if this is some twisted up joke… ” he started, but trailed off after seeing Blaze’s expression. Guilt. Guilt and fear. “Bullshit….” he tried to convince himself. It wasn’t possible…
He watched as the man in front of him reached his fingers to his eyes, taking down eye contacts. The once brown eyes were now the familiar deep orange he knew to well.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” he yelled as loud as his lungs managed. “What the fuck is wrong with you you twisted up piece of shit! You decided to tell me after gaining my fucking trust and ass?! Get the fuck out of my apartment, fucking hero attempt ! How cold you!” he asked, on the verge of crying of anger.
“Vendetta put yourself in my shoes! I tried telling you but I knew you’d react like this and… I’m really sorry please don’t-“
“Get out now. ” Vendetta whispered trough his clenched teeth.
“I love y-“
“OUT !”
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