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“No thanks, I am in a hurry.” Vendetta snapped, eyeing the breakfast attempt placed on the table. Grabbing his newest drawing, he walked around the kitchen, trying to find his keys.
“But Vendetta! I worked hard on this!” Vladimir whined, pointing at the burnt eggs and bacon on the plate. They were placed to form a smiley face, as childish and silly as that sounds. Next to them a cup embraced hot coffee, the streams filling the air with an alluring smell.
But Vendetta couldn’t bring himself to accept the kind gesture. He was not planning on falling for the man’s cheap ways to apologize, even after days passed since that one night. Looking at the clock on the wall, he sighed. There would be another 40 minutes until the bus would arrive at the usual station. His stomach yelled for food, and he knew too well he couldn’t eat at the gallery, in front of the clients. That would be just unprofessional.
Sighing, he went to the counter and opened a cupboard. Then, on his toes, he reached to get a box of cereals and a bowl. From a drawer he took a spoon and placed them all on the table, then walked to the fridge.
“Vendetta, why are you being like this?” Vladimir murmured, fumbling with the table cover, then watched as the man pushed the plate of food away, replacing it with the bowl he filled with milk. The villain ignored his question and added cereals, then started eating them, making sure to do as much sound as possible. “Vendetta, seriously. What is your problem? Just get over it already!”
It seemed that the sound of the cereals wasn’t enough to make Vlad understand that Vendetta wasn’t up for conversation, so the villain took the newspaper from the counter and opened it, hiding his face behind it. Vendetta used his free hand to shove another spoon of cereals in his mouth, watching the articles uninterested.
Uninterested, that is, until he saw one specific image which sent the contents in his mouth flying on the paper, the milk slowly dripping along the edges of the black and white photo. The title of the article screamed in big letters ‘Homosexual intercourse attempt in hypermarket!’
Vendetta’s eyelids parted painfully wide as he watched the image closely. He went as far as praying to God the two men weren’t who he knew to well they were. Their faces started shaking, then they became mutilated and ruined as Vendetta gripped the paper roughly, his hands trembling in anger. He looked up, milk dripping from the corner of his lips. He slammed the crumpled newspaper on the table roughly, making the cup of coffee fall down and break, the familiar sound only adding to his anger.
“You fucking slut.” he growled, venom clear in his tone.
Vladimir eyed the newspaper and gulped, blushing at the sight. It was a photo of him and Blaze back at the shop. He was lying on the bunch of Thorntons chocolate boxes, legs tangled around the hero’s waist and arms around his neck. He held an erotic expression on his face, back arched and head leaned back, his mouth wide. Blaze’s hands were on Vlad’s hips, face buried against his shoulder and his lower region was pinned against the other man’s butt, his torso hunched over the villain under him.
“That… That can be explained and I mean it.” he said hurried to say. “I was just fooling around, I swear! He loves you! He was going to beat me up but I just went ahead and… It’s- it’s nothing, really!”
Vendetta stood up and threw the bowl at him, milk and cereals ending up all over the kitchen in the process. Vladimir managed to dodge it, but faster than he could regain his position another plate was thrown at him, the one with the breakfast he worked so hard on. It managed to hit his side, the shards cutting his skin mercilessly.
“What the hell is going on?!” they heard Zero yell, who just got out of the bathroom, a black towel hanging on his hips. He froze in place the moment he saw the scene in front of him. The bowl ended up- in pieces- on the floor, next to the couch in the living room area, and the kitchen was a mess of shards and food. Vladimir’s arm was bleeding badly and Vendetta looked like he was about to murder him.
The villain wiped the milk off his mouth, his hand shaking and lips trembling.
“Vendetta, I mean it! He loves you, can’t you see? Why would you think he’d-”
“I understand that he fucking loves me, you cunt! But why won’t you understand?!” he yelled back, panting in anger and running a nervous hand trough his hair.
“Why won’t I what?” Vladimir asked dumbfounded.
“Why won’t you get it in your head that he loves me? Why do you keep going after him?! Don’t you get it? He’ll never like you, you’re a- a fucking insect! Just ruining people’s days, butting in on everything, causing problems everywhere and you’re fucking hard to get rid of! ” Vendetta screamed.
Vladimir’s lungs deflated as he let out a shaky breath. He gulped, moving his gaze to the ground. The pain in his arm was nothing compared to what he felt in the beating organ his ribs embraced.
“Vendetta… he told be about it, they were just fooling around, you know…” Zero spoke, now behind Vladimir, a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “And the way you’re acting is just childish. My little brother knew better than to act on impulse.” he finished, giving the villain a disappointed, superior look.
Vendetta gulped, watching Vladimir, who didn’t bother to hide his hurt expression. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes thoughtful and numerous blood drops left the top of his shaky fingers, landing on the ground in a small puddle.
“When I’ll be back, you better be on your way to your old town.” he said softly, then grabbed his drawing and left.
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Vendetta looked around the apartment, from his chair at the desktop. Silent. Just the way it has been for the last few months, ever since Vladimir and Zero left… His lips formed a sad smile as he remembered the day it all happened… When he got back from the gallery, the apartment was empty. No goodbye, no letter, no warning, no nothing. Vladimir just left.
He did contact Zero trough telepathy soon after they did, who informed him that they decided to live together, much to his surprise, and the two of them ended up having a relationship, which came as an even bigger surprise, since Vendetta knew both of them as being flirty players, not into relationships. Vladimir and Vendetta kept talking as well, using Zero as a living telephone pretty much, and the two of them forgave one another, so it was all good. They also visited, but whenever they did it was just for days, since Leo, Blaze’s older brother, always got moody whenever Zero left -silly crush- and would come all the way to Vendetta just to drag the couple back in their town.
Sighing, he stood up and went to his closet, taking out his villain outfit, the sad smile turning into an eager one. Him and Blaze’s relationship was as strong as ever, and he just loved the battles they had, because most of the time they were playful and he was the one to win. Blaze was really hesitant to hurt his lover, and said lover took advantage of that, becoming richer than he’s ever been. But he didn’t rob for money, they were just a bonus, he just robbed because he loved going back to the old fights him and Blaze shared, only now they were more… passionate.
After changing, he put on the mask, sighing happily as the cold surface covered his skin. He patted his pocket to make sure his pack of cards was there while he walked towards the door. Then, the moment he reached his gloved hand on the handle, he heard a knock. Frowning, he slowly opened the door and gasped at the sight, stumbling a few steps backwards.
There, leaning on the door frame was none other than Blaze, in his hero outfit, watching him with a deep, playful smirk he knew too well. The hero’s glowing, orange eyes slowly trailed down Vendetta’s body, taking in his villain appearance.
“Hmm…Don’t tell me you were planning on being a bad boy again…” he said seductively, then slowly stepped towards his lover, who backed up until he hit the kitchen table.
“I wasn’t…” Vendetta replied softly, twisting a strand of hair around his fingers.
“How dare you lie to me…” Blaze continued, placing his hands on the other man’s hips, turning him around roughly, then shoved him against the table, reaching his fingers to the mechanism on the back of his mask, pressing the three buttons in the right order. Vendetta sighed, regretting having told him the code in the first place.
He struggled to escape the position, but Blaze was pinning him under a stern grip, and the moment he felt the hero hunch over his own body, he immediately stopped moving, his breaths coming out shaky. He flinched as he heard the mask hit the ground with a thud.
“You’ve been playing dirty recently, you know… Teasing me in front of all those citizens…” Blaze said huskily in his ear, his hand making its way down Vendetta’s torso, until it reached the zipper of his jeans, where the man’s fingers started fumbling with it. The villain closed his eyes, gulping as he heard his zipper being slowly pulled down, then a ghostly touch made its way up his throbbing shaft, making him take in a sharp breath. “You we’re mean…” Blaze continued seductively, then smelled the sweet scent of his lover.
“You…you were supposed to be the good guy…” Vendetta whined, not able to keep himself from rising his hips higher. “Stop teasing me…” he begged, panting vulnerable. He opened his eyes the moment he heard Blaze unzipping his own pants, and moaned as his lover wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing his butt over his bulge covered by boxers.
Blaze started slowly rubbing against Vendetta, who tried reaching his hands to the boxers keeping their skins from touching, but the hero kept slapping his hands away every time he tried. Then, just when the villain thought he would explode, the hero removed the underwear, positioning himself at his entrance
“Wait, wait! The lube…” Vendetta cried, but trailed off the moment he felt the chest pressed against his back vibrate in a low, mischievous chuckle.
“This is punishment, remember?” Blaze said and pecked his lover’s cheek, then continued.
“Consider this as a… vendetta…”
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Just to make sure all of you got it- vendetta means revenge in Italian, and that’s why Blaze said that last line XD Just wanted to clear that out >___>
And thus, my very first book is complete! IT’S ALIVE! *evil laugh* *cough* yep. Oh, and the image I posted is a drawing made by me. It’s of Vendetta in Blaze’s outfit. Smoking. Cause he’s badass like that :3
Characters from this book are featured in Vixen.
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