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Vladimir focused on the piece of crunchy, small cube of meat in his hand, his dark eyes following it as he threw it in the air. Leaning his body forward and parting his lips, he victoriously grinned as it landed in his mouth, after so many failed tryings. He chewed on it, not able to keep back the way his face crumpled at the weird, unexplainable taste.
No, he wasn’t too much of a fan of cat food, but it was something to crunch on, and the taste… well, it was plain odd. It surely didn’t taste good, but there wasn’t a specific thing to not like about it…
From his spot in front of the building he and Vendetta lived in, he watched his cat, Jack, as it munched on the numerous cubes of meat on the ground, each one rubbing his lack of throwing-food-in-mouth skills all over his face. He was sitting on a bench, under the dull ray of a street light, in his villain glory. He wasn’t planning on doing something evil or anything, he just simply didn’t care if any citizen saw him. Besides, it was long past midnight, so the streets were more than empty.
Six days have passed since the whole scene with the chocolate box, and he regretted ever accepting Vendetta and Blaze’s relationship in the first place… He, once again, found himself having to leave the apartment in order to give them some… privacy, he thought with a shudder. But he didn’t really mind leaving that apartment from time to time as he quite enjoyed hanging out with his ever so loyal cat.
Reaching his hand in the small bag of cat food, he took another cube and repeated the process of throwing it in the air and leaning, his lips parted and much to his joy it, too, landed in his mouth, making him grin at the way he quickly managed to progress. Well, not that quick, judging by the mess he left on the ground, but it was still progress…
“Vladimir?! ” he heard a voice and, much to his confusion, it didn’t sound scared or hateful but surprised instead. Looking at what he considered to be a citizen, he eyed the man up, taking in his looks which much reminded him of the way he dressed up whenever he’d go in public when hiding his identity.
The man was wearing a black beanie which unsuccessfully tried to hide his hair which was plain black, with a dirty blond strand on the side. His eyes were covered by big, dark shades, and the collar of his black coat was raised, hiding his mouth. He was taller than Vladimir and, judging by his firm shdeoulrs and the flat chest, he was more muscular as well.
“Random citizen…” Vlad replied, unsure.
The man lowered his collar to reveal a strong jaw, outlined by a short and thin dark beard which also covered a small portion of his chin. Then he removed his sunglasses, his blue eyes glistening under the street light’s gaze. Then, without hesitation, he walked to Vlad and sat next to him on the bench, extending his hand.
“Name’s Zero. Vendetta’s older brother.”
“Whoooah. Are you shitting me?” Vlad asked dumbfounded, not believing what he saw. He recognized him, of course, Zero was the well known villain in Vladimir’s old town, whom he much idolized while he lived there. It was kind of funny to think he left the town in order to become a villain, and ended up teaming with his idol’s brother…
“I am not shitting you, that would be very much uncomfortable…” Zero laughed and gripped Vlad’s hand the moment he held it out. “Vendetta told me about you, and I wanted to see how his new roommate is, to make sure my brother is in good hands. ” he nodded, then broke the hand shake. “What are you doing out at this late hour anyway?” he asked curiously.
“Well, Blaze decided to come over, and I’d rather not witness your brother being butt fucked, so here I am… again.” he sighed, rolling his eyes.
His brother and hero’s relationship wasn’t news to Zero, Vendetta already told him all there was to know, and even though Zero had a hard time accepting it, he didn’t really have a saying in it.
“So you came all the way over here just to see me? I’m flattered, really.” Vladimir joked, throwing another cube of cat food in his mouth and loudly crunching on it.
“Yeah, I’m that overprotective brother sort of guy. ” he nodded. “And yeah, a loner sitting at 1 in the night on a bench pretending to be a cat by eating their food… I have nothing to worry about, great first impression.” Zero commented ironically, his eyes following Jack as he curled between their legs.
“As opposed to a guy wearing sunglasses on a winter night and actually wearing the coat with a beanie…”
“You do have a point, but don’t insult my fashion senses. I’m fabulous.” Zero said monotonously, flipping his hair half-heartedly, then chuckled after hearing the way Vlad laughed. He had that sort of hyena, contagious laughter. “How much do you think they’re going to take?”
“Well… I recently got out of the apartment… and God, they fuck like bunnies, so it’s gonna take a while” Vladimir answered with a scowl on his face, annoyance and disgust obvious in his tone.
“Hmm… Up for a drink, then? ” the other villain asked, turning his head towards the man next to him.
“Sure.”
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“Blaze!” Vendetta moaned as loud as his lungs managed, every part of his body violently trembling in pleasure under the hero, and after collapsing on the mattress with his significant other on his chest, he uncontrollably panted, his breath being interrupted by numerous gasps. “Jesus Christ…” he managed to say after relaxing a bit.
“Nope, just me…” Blaze laughed breathless, getting comfortable on his lover.
They both closed their eyes, exhausted after their second time that night. They were more than happy to take advantage of Vladimir’s lack of presence, not bothering to question it. He’d usually get tired after standing outside for so long and would come back interrupting them on their second attempt, but that night seemed to be different, and they were glad about it, to say the least.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, they finally managed to get into that sleepy, comfortable mood.
“What could be up with Vlad…? ” Blaze murmured curiously.
“I honestly don’t care…” Vendetta replied sleepy, caressing the hero’s soft, black hair, smiling as he got the hum he always expected. “You must go, though, you know how he gets when it comes to you sleeping over…” he continued, to which Blaze childishly whined. “Come on, we’re really asking a lot from him, we could at least agree on this…”
Vendetta opened his eyes when he felt lips on his own and smiled, closing them back, and responding just as passionately. His and Blaze’s mouths danced together on the melody of their moans, both forgetting about anything else.
However, the imaginary sphere surrounding them and keeping them from the outside world shattered the moment the door of the apartment was opened- more like slammed open- and clumsy steps made their way in the kitchen, accompanied by roars of laughter.
The lovers broke apart surprised and confused, watching each other with matching suspicious scowls on their faces. Vendetta wasted no time in sitting up and pulling his boxers on, followed by his dark jeans. Then, he limped all the way to the kitchen, supporting himself by the wall, and when he reached the deck’s stairs he froze at the sight.
“And… And then I was like << Harder Blaze, harder!!>>” Vladimir yelled in his obvious drunken state, recalling the scene him and Blaze did back in the shop days ago. The whole apartment was filled with another wave of laughter coming from both him and Zero, who was supporting himself on the table and clenching his stomach, he power of his laughter adding to the lack of balance making him stumble even as he was standing in place.
“Zero?!” Vendetta yelled, ignoring what Vladimir just said, instead focusing on his brother whom he couldn’t believe that was, in fact, there. “Zero, what the hell are you doing here!” he asked dumfounded.
“Pfffft, I missed you too, little brother! Way to welcome me, you bitch!” Zero replied, a big grin on his face and his eyes half closed, his lips wet and pink. Even from 4 meters distance, Vendetta could smell the alcohol on both of them.
“I didn’t mean it like that, just… what the hell is going on?! ” he tried, but he knew that trying to start a conversation with them would lead him nowhere. He sighed helplessly as they once again started laughing, but the moment he felt arms wrapping around his waist his mood managed to increase a bit.
“Don’t worry about them, just let them get it out of their system and they’ll eventually fall asleep…” Blaze murmured from behind him, his head resting on his shoulder. Vendetta shook his head the moment Blaze started dragging him towards the bathroom, not trusting the two drunk villains wondering around headless.
“Blaze…” he whined, but the hero just opened the door to the bathroom, getting them both inside.
“Lets just take a shower, I’ll go home and you’ll try to sleep. Just ignore the-“
“What?! You aren’t seriously considering to leave me alone with two drunk villains, are you?!” he asked scared and worried, clinging on his arms like his life depended on it.
“Vendetta, calm down! He’s your brother, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you…” Blaze assured him, caressing his hair in comfort.
“Blaze!” Vendetta yelled. “What the hell! Why do you want to leave so badly?! I need you!”
“Vendetta…just… believe it or not, a hero tends to get uncomfortable being surrounded by three villains…and a black cat.” he added, but he soon regretted talking as he saw the hurt expression on the villain’s face. “Sorry, sorry, okay I’ll stay… Just…” he sighed “Lets take a shower and try and sleep….”
The villain smiled relieved and threw his arms around Blaze, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you so much!”
They both froze after hearing the apartment door being slammed open again, and Zero drunkenly yelling. The lovers ran out of the bathroom and intro the kitchen, and much to their horror they saw Zero trying to steady himself and reach for the door which was wide open. Blaze ran out into the hall, Vendetta after him, and the hero wasted no time in grabbing Vladimir by his arms before he got the chance to enter the elevator.
The villain struggled violently, giving Blaze no other alternative than embracing him from behind in order to keep him under control.
“Let me go! ” he yelled desperately, wildly trying to escape his grip. “I forgot Jack! The bar… Jack! Let me go…my cat!” he ended in a whine, relaxing all his muscles, making the hero kneel down next to him on the ground.
“Vladimir, shush it! You’ll wake my fucking neighborhood! The cat is inside, you dumbass! Calm the fuck down!” Vendetta whisper-yelled in his face, caressing his hair in order to calm him down. He watched as Vlad’s eyes shined in hope and relief, then he glanced to the door where, surely enough, the cat made its way in the hall.
Vendetta watched in disbelief as the cat clumsily walked, its head tilted to the left. It stumbled and fell down, then quickly tried to steady itself, continuing to walk towards them. Blaze let Vladimir crawl away from them, and they all watched as he took the cat and hugged it to his chest, burying his face in its fur.
“They gave fucking alcohol to a cat…” Vendetta deadpanned, then glared at his brother who was watching Vlad thoughtfully.
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The two men stepped out of the bathroom -after having took a shower-, Vendetta wearing his boxers and Blaze’s large shirt, while Blaze only wore his boxers and jeans. They still heard laughter from the kitchen but, as planned, they ignored it and crawled into the king sized bed. Blaze hugged Vendetta to his chest, planting butterfly kisses on his head, trying to distract him.
The villain closed his eyes, and, after a few minutes he actually managed to calm down, feeling himself slowly falling asleep. He ignored the fact that it became suspiciously quiet, just wanting to get his rest. But, after almost falling into the beautiful unconsciousness he sought, he felt a familiar sweet, intoxicating smell enter his nostrils.
He gasped and sat up abruptly, Blaze following him as his arms were strongly wrapped around his torso.
“Vendetta… what are you doing…” the hero groaned sleepy, resting his head on the villain’s back.
The villain pushed him away and stumbled out of the bed, running at the kitchen where he felt his blood freeze in his system. He reached shaky fingers to his mouth, covering it in horror as he watched the smoke around the room and the two men giggling quietly in their own little worlds, their eyes red and unfocused.
“Blaze! Blaze they smoked my fucking drugs! Oh God they’re high!” he yelled and heard the hero quickly approach him. He watched as Blaze climbed the two steps of the deck and snatched the men’s joints from their loosen grips, then smashing them in the sink.
“Blaze? ” Vladimir asked, his voice shaky and quiet.
“What.” the hero deadpanned, his voice husky and irritated. His attention wasn’t focused on the man, though, but on the smoke which was… all around the apartment. Blaze had his hand over his mouth and nose in order to not get intoxicated himself, the other one pulling at his own hair in despair.
“Why…Why did the hero cross the road?” Vlad asked, a small smile making its way on his lips, while Zero started giggling, his head low and hidden by his long hair.
“Why.” the hero growled, just to keep him distracted as he started gathering the drug sprawled all over the table.
“Because…Because he got his dick stuck in the chicken.” Vlad responded, his hyena laughter filling the room almost as loud as the maniac sounds escaping Zero’s throat. Vendetta just watched everything from the end of the deck, not focusing on what was going on, his attention stolen by the numbness he felt creeping up his legs. Gulping, he felt his eyelids get heavier, as his vision got slightly blurry.
“Oh my God… It’s getting to me… I … I don’t want to get high, Blaze!” he whined, then started sobbing like a kid, the drugs getting him into a depressed state since he inhaled them while being tired, stressed and shocked.
Blaze watched in horror as the man in front of him cried, his state amusing the other two villains sitting at the table. The hero let out a groan of frustration and ran to the king sized bed, grabbing Vendetta’s shirt from the floor and tying it around his head, enough to cover his lower part of the face in order to not get intoxicated himself.
Returning to the kitchen he watched the scene in front of him, just hating what he got himself into. His lover was sitting on the table, grabbing his head while sobbing loudly, while the other two guys, of course, laughed. Everywhere was smoke and empty bottles, and the cat was on the counter, its eyes wide and interested, following the movements of the spinning ceiling fan.
“God fucking damn it! ” he yelled loudly, pulling at his hair, and much to his relief he heard Vladimir’s stupid laughter stop at least. However, when he raised his head he immediately regretted it. Vlad’s face held a shocked expression, he was paler than usual and his forehead shined in cold sweat.
“Oh my God, you scared me when you yelled… Oh God… does this mean I’m getting into the panic mode? Oh my God.. my heart… Am I going to die?” Vlad asked quietly, his voice shaking badly.
Blaze ran to him and raised him on his feet, then pushed him all the way back until he was supported by the counter. Then, he grabbed both sides of his face, making sure he’d keep eye contact.
“Listen to me. You’re fine, relax, don’t let panic take over you. This is really important, focus on my voice and follow my breath. ” he explained slowly and clear, then waited for the villain to nod. He took a deep breath, watching as Vlad did the same. He held it in for two seconds, then slowly let it out, the villain doing the same, only more shakily. After he repeated the process many times, he watched as Vladimir’s expression turned from shocked to relieved, then into a sheepish smile.
“You saved my life! You’re- you’re my hero!” he laughed, quickly pulling down the cloth wrapped around the hero’s mouth and nose, then grabbed him by the neck and pulled him roughly, connecting their lips. Blaze grabbed his wrists, a frown making its way on his face as he tasted the alcohol and cat food in his breath. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to push him away too soon, so he wouldn’t get once again panicked.
After a few seconds of letting him clumsily move his lips, he pulled Vlad’s hands away from his neck, backing off and sighing deeply. He pulled the shirt up his face again, but then quickly spun around at hearing Vendetta.
“Oh my God! He kissed my man! My boyfriend doesn’t love me anymore because I came too fast this night! I couldn’t help it okay! ” he sobbed, then managed to drag himself to his brother, jumping on his lap and hugging him tightly while crying. Zero hugged him back and patted his head, distracted by watching the cat. Then, following the animal’s gaze, the older brother reached his view on the spinning ceiling fan, his eyes following the movement in awe, his expression matching Jack’s.
Blaze….Blaze sighed.
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Hours of -patting Zero’s back as he threw up, cleaning behind Vladimir as he stumbled on things and trying to console Vendetta- later, Blaze just stared into space in exasperation, standing in the kitchen, too ruined to try and once again push Vlad away as he threw his arms around him, hugging him happily, which he tried to do all night long. After a few seconds of pulling his thoughts together, the hero blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath. Things were starting to calm down a bit, everyone having reached that state of dullness by then.
He struggled to walk, the villain hanging on him making it difficult to move, but after some effort he managed to get all the windows in the apartment opened, the temperature inside the place soon enough matching the one outside. The smoke slowly left the apartment, making it easier to see and breathe, but Blaze kept Vendetta’s shirt around his mouth and nose just in case.
Then, he managed to drag Vladimir all the way to the couch where he tried to push him away, but the arms around him remained locked stubbornly. He sighed and having lost patience he just sent waves of hotness to his palms, then grabbed the villain’s wrists. Vlad yelled in pain as he felt his skin burn, and after letting go he lost balance and fell on the couch, much to the hero’s relief. As soon as the hero’s warmness left Vlad, he met the coldness in the apartment and started trembling violently, his teeth clattering.
Blaze went to the bed, grabbed the blanket and covered Vladimir, then turned to walk away but stopped when his arm was grabbed by the other man. Growling he turned around to face him.
“No goodnight kiss?” Vlad asked childishly, a sheepish smile on his face and a pleading look in his eyes. The hero sighed and after removing the shirt around his mouth he leaned down, planting a butterfly kiss on the villain’s forehead, then watched as his eyelids closed, the man instantly falling asleep. He couldn’t help but scoff, dumbfounded by the way a grown, evil looking adult could act like that.
Pulling the shirt back to its place he silently walked to the kitchen, his steps the only thing audible in the silence he sought desperately all night long. After he got on the deck he stopped, a small, tired smile creeping up behind the cloth as he watched the sight in front of him.
Vendetta was deep in sleep, his arms around his bigger brother’s shoulders while, once again, sitting on his lap, his head slowly moving along Zero’s chest as he breathed deeply. His face was stained with tears but his expression was peaceful. His brother was gently rocking him left and right while caressing his hair, but his attention was fixed on the monotone drops of water escaping from the tap, the man drowned in whatever drunken, intoxicated thoughts he had. Both brothers were slightly trembling at the low temperature in the apartment, making the hero feel slightly guilty.
Blaze quietly stepped towards the villains, then, as he got next to them, he leaned down and placed an arm around his lover’s shoulders, his other one behind his knees. He picked him up gently, Zero remaining unfazed. Vendetta snuggled closer to the hero’s chest, his body happily welcoming the warmness emanating from him. The hero carried him all the way to the bed, then placed him on the mattress, watching sad as he started trembling again, curling up in a ball to keep himself warm.
“I’ll be right back…” he whispered and kissed his head. Running into the kitchen he saw Zero in the same position. He walked to him and gently shook his shoulder, trying to get him out of his little world. The man slowly turned his head, staring trough Blaze.
“Hey Blaze…you…you look tired, man… You need sleep, sleep is good.” Zero mumbled, his voice low and husky, affected by what he smoked.
“Yes, Zero, sleep is good…” the hero sighed, tired, then took his hand and helped him stand up. Then, he leaded him to the couch, barely managing to support him whenever he’d stumble. As they got there, Zero took him in a hug, the hero helplessly and half-heartedly returning the gesture.
“You’re a good guy, Blaze…” the man mumbled. The hero felt vulnerable and fragile in his embrace, and slightly uncomfortable seeing as he was still only half dressed. After they stopped hugging he watched as the villain backed off and shook Vladimir by the shoulder. The sleepy villain opened his eyes and raised the blanket, inviting the other man next to him. Zero climbed on the couch and hugged Vladimir to his chest, since it was the only way they could both fit.
Sighing in relief Blaze hurried to close all the windows, then went to the king sized bed and wasted no time in climbing on it, hugging Vendetta tightly in order to wrap him in the warmness radiating from his body.
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Vendetta sighed in relief the moment he managed to leave the bed without waking the hero up. His stomach was crying in hunger, yet it was filled with too much guilt to let place for food. The windows were closed and the apartment once again held its usual temperature, much to his relief. Quietly stepping away he reached the couch where he saw the two men cuddled up, his face holding a death glare aimed at them. Grabbing the blanket he snatched it away roughly, letting it fall on the ground. Vladimir groaned and snuggled closer to Zero’s chest, who in turn tightened the arms wrapped around him.
“Wake up. Now.” Vendetta spoke, his voice husky, low and threatening, then stormed to the kitchen.
While he was violently pushing things around in the cupboards in order to find coffee, he heard the two men hesitantly making their way to the kitchen. After slamming the container on the cupboard he opened it and roughly shoved a spoon inside, carelessly putting caffeine into the machine. After adding water to its place he closed the coffeemaker and started it, letting it to its thing, then turned around to face the other two villains.
Vladimir was using Zero as a shield, peeking from behind his solid arm, while the man in front of him fumbled with the collar of his shirt, avoiding his little brother’s eyes.
“Sit.” Vendetta growled. There were only two chairs at the table, seeing as he was used to living alone and only kept the other one just in case. Zero sat down, so Vladimir, trying his best to get on Vendetta’s side, chose to sit on the counter instead, leaving the remaining chair for Vendetta, who ignored his kind gesture.
“Hey…uh…are you okay?” Vlad asked quietly, poking the villain’s shoulder from his spot on the counter next to Vendetta, who was leaning on it. The man snapped his head towards Vladimir, giving him a look that could tear his skin off.
“Okay? You and my brother got drunk, interrupted me and Blaze from sleeping, you probably woke up the entire building at 3 in the night, stole my drugs, got high with my brother, intoxicated me, stressed Blaze out of his mind and …” he listed, then slowly paced closer to Vladimir. ” kissed my boyfriend. ” he growled before grabbing him and pulling him off the counter, then, still gripping his shirt, he asked ironically “Does that sound okay to you?”
“Look…I… I was drunk! Things just went from there, I didn’t mean to do any of these stuff…” Vladimir said sincerely, an apologetic look on his face. Vendetta just scoffed bitterly in his face and pushed him back against the counter, turning to face his brother instead.
“And what the hell is up with you? ” he yelled, his nerves like a tick bomb in his head, ready to blow his brain up.
“Well, since you told me about Vladimir I’ve been worried and… I just wanted to come meet him in order so see if he’s …” he trailed off, clearing his throat, “… decent.”
“And what do you think about him after he managed to do so much shit in a matter of hours?! “
“Look, it’s my fault, really! I was the one to invite him out for a drink, so if there’s anyone to blame it’s me! ” Zero cut him off, standing up to face his brother like the man he was. “And I think you’re exaggerating, it was just one of those nights we’ll remember in the future and laugh about! And you know what, you have no right to yell at him! He always lets you and Blaze have your way around the apartment while he freezes out in the winter nights! Once he decided to do something else than eat fucking cat food, he jus had a little fun, and you go all mad shit on him!”
“A little fun?! My apartment is a fucking dumpster and Blaze had to put up with us all night long! You’re full of shit! ” Vendetta snapped back at his brother, turning around to stop the coffeemaker. He poured the liquid in four cups, then furiously slammed the carafe back in its place.
Turning around his blood froze, his angered expression turning to a shocked one as he watched Blaze slowly walk into the kitchen. His shirt was still around his mouth, the hero not having bothered to take it off in his tired state that night. His head was lowered, therefore his expression was hidden under black strands of hair, which was probably for the best. The hero dragged his feet all the way to the empty chair and slumped down on it, ignoring the attention he got from the other three men in the apartment.
Vendetta’s chest tightened the moment he saw Blaze tear off the shirt around his mouth and throw it on the ground furiously, of course, ripping it in the process. It was his own lover’s shirt, yet the hero didn’t seem to care he ruined it… Blaze placed his elbows on the table and let his head fall on his hands, everything about him screaming ‘Stay away.’, order which two of the villains were more than glad to obey. Vendetta wasn’t one of them, though.
He gulped and took one of the filled cups, making his way to the table, and, with trembling fingers, he placed it in front of Blaze. The hero snatched it and gulped it all down, and quicker than Vendetta could process, he threw it to the ground, the sound of it breaking making the villain flinch back a step. Then, the hero just resumed his initial position.
“Blaze…” Vendetta whimpered quietly. “I’m… I’m sorry I gave up like that… I- I really am…” he said, feeling more than guilty at the way he got high and let Blaze handle everything by himself, when he was kind enough to stay over in the first place. Much to his surprise, though, the hero didn’t give any sign of having heard him. He either ignored him, or just didn’t care…
The hero had his reasons, of course. His head was throbbing because after having forgot that shirt on his nose and mouth trough his sleeping process, he didn’t inhale as much air as needed, so he ended up having a headache. Other than that, the whole apartment was lightened by the winter sun, which he much despised due to its annoying dull, tiring light. Added to all of that was the obvious reason- having had to put up with three headless villains got him to the edge, but the moment he was woken up by Vendetta’s yelling after barely having got the chance to sleep, he just straight up fell down that edge.
Blaze curled his fingers into fists the moment he heard Vladimir approach the cup shards. Wanting to just take his anger on him out, he slammed a strong, furious fist on the table, and sure enough, his little plan proved to have worked the moment he heard Vlad whine like the idiot he was as the shock made him cut his palm.
Vladimir held his hand to his chest, waiting for it to heal and biting his lower lip hard in order to stop himself from cursing, not wanting to anger the beast any further. He watched as Zero knelt next to him and started picking up the shards carefully. Then, after throwing them in the trash can he returned, took Vlad’s hand in his own and pecked his palm, a goofy, tired grin on his face afterwards. Vladimir scowled and pecked him on his cheek, joining the little husband-wife role play, despite the tense atmosphere in the apartment
Blaze sighed in annoyance and got up from the chair, then walked to Vendetta, the sudden action making his lover flinch and step back, but the counter blocked him from getting any further. The hero grabbed his arms then raised them, keeping his wrists up with one hand. With the other one he grabbed the hem of his shirt and roughly pulled it all the way up, leaving Vendetta only in his boxers.
Blaze putted his recovered shirt on, then he took his jacket which was on the backrest of a chair, and without glancing back he just left the apartment, making sure to slam the door after him.
Vendetta watched the door with a hurt expression, not even caring he was standing in his boxers in front of two other men. He knew his relationship with the hero wouldn’t break or anything, but he was truly shocked at that side of Blaze he has never seen before, not even when they were enemies. Gulping, he ran a shaky hand trough his hair.
“Get out. Both of you.”
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Okay, so this was a fun chapter to write XD Don’t worry, Blaze and Vendetta’s relationship is nice and dandy as you can… see… > _ > heh.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this chapter :’D I sure enjoyed writing it XD Sorry if the subject of drugs disturbs you, I do not encourage taking them or anything :/ just… you know, it goes well in a book whenever you try and make connections between characters :3
So yeah. That’s that :’D I shall be uploading the next chapter soon~! >:]
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