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Vendetta was lying on his bed, trying to get some sleep, but he had too much on his mind to manage doing so.It wasn’t like what happened between him and Blake was the first time he had an intimate moment with a human.He had his fair amount of hot action, actually. It was the fact that it was the first time he felt something more than just lust towards someone that was bothering him.
After they continued walking, hand in hand, they got to the gallery, where Vendetta managed to convince Blake to not walk him all the way home. No matter what, he wasn’t planning on showing his location to him. After Blake broke skin contact and walked away,Vendetta trembled all the way home,missing the warmness emanating from the human.Even at the moment, he was still feeling cold.
Closing his eyes, he tried thinking of something else. Like his villain life. The last time he did something evil, he ended up in the hero’s arms. He felt uneasy thinking about what would happen when they would meet again.Besides, he didn’t even have a plan.
After a few minutes of pondering, he opened his eyes and stared at the empty spot on the wall,surrounded by his drawings. He kept that spot empty for a reason,and was now determined to cover the spot.
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Aaaaand it’s gone.
The next day,as he was standing with the painting in his hands and the hero about 6 feet away from him,whatever ambition he had last night was gone. But he wanted that painting and he wanted it bad.So,swallowing his nerves, he listened to what the hero had to say, keeping a neutral expression on his face.
“Long time no see…” Blaze said jokingly, knowing too well they met just the day before yesterday,when Zero decided to meet him. “Now.. Leaving personal matters beside,could you kindly return the art piece? Or should I take more.. drastic measures?”
“You know me well enough to tell.” Vendetta answered.
The villain threw 4 steel cards at Blaze, then ran away gracefully. Blaze caught 3 of the cards with his hands,but one managed to cut his shoulder.Hissing, he ran after his enemy.
Catching up,he grabbed Vendetta by the arm, spun him around and slammed him into the ground.Vendetta looked to his left and made sure the painting was okay before trying to reach for it. Instead,the hero pinned the villain’s wrist against the ground, under his foot. But Vendetta wasn’t taking it. He wanted the painting. He had his eyes on it since the first time he visited the art museum he stole it from.
Lifting his free hand, he enchanted his cards and sent them towards the hero’s figure. Blaze dodged most of them, but one got in his ribs. He backed off stumbling, while Vendetta hurried on all fours towards the art piece. When he was about to grab it,a hand grabbed his ankle instead. Being dragged away from the painting, he clawed the cement ground,creating the well know dramatic scene evil characters and heroes always find themselves in.
After being turned with his back against the ground,Blaze grabbed his neck.
“Will you” – cough – “give up already?!” he struggled to say,while his ribs and shoulder bled.
“Not anytime soon…” Vendetta replied, but the punch that came shortly afterwards begged to differ.The bottom half of his face having been covered by the mask,the punch was aimed towards his temple,in the exact same spot the thief hit him the day before. The wound from then healed but it still hurt,and the punch seemed to have been the last drop. Having been hit twice in the same vital spot,his body instantly shut down.
Blaze got up, grabbed the art piece and went towards the Art Museum to return the painting,leaving Vendetta’s unconscious body behind, with a smirk on his face. His enemy would never give up,would he? It was quite amusing. After returning the painting and after being thanked to, he went back to the scene of the battle and was beyond surprised to see the villain still unmoving,spread on the ground and surrounded by reporters and people all taking photos and poking him.
He made his way trough the crowd and as he got next to Vendetta everybody backed off quickly. He crouched,put his arms under the vulnerable man’s knees and back, picked him up bridal style and turned towards the people around him.
“Leave him alone, there’s nothing to do here unless any of you is planning on actually helping him.” With that, he carried him away from the scene.
“God damn it, Vendetta… You’re hopeless…” he sighed as he stared at his enemy’s expressionless face.
He took him at his place. He didn’t want the villain to know where he lived,but he would make sure Vendetta wouldn’t get to see the place from outside so he couldn’t figure out the location.
Once there, he placed the villain on the bed,with his front against the silk covered mattress. Then,he knelt down next to the bed and watched him intently.
He slowly lifted his hand and placed it on the unconscious enemy’s neck, then let it slide down on his curved shape. Reaching his lower back, he keeped himself from going further down,with a hint of a blush on his face. Taking his eyes away from his body, he moved them to Vendetta’s face. It was,as always,covered by the iron mask which always teased his curiosity. Deciding on changing that,he moved Vendetta’s slicked down hair away from the back of his neck, revealing the back of the mask and was dissappointed to see it had a mechanism which would allow the mask to unlock only by pressing the 3 buttons in the right order.
It was such a tease ! To be so close to seeing the bottom half of the face, which he was sure was just as good looking as the top half. The thing was that he didn’t know the code,nor did he know how long it was supposed to be.Besides, the buttons didn’t have any symbols on them so he couldn’t even figure out any link between the code and the villain, like something about his date of birth or his age or his favorite number…nothing !
Praying karma would help him on this one, he randomly pressed the buttons. Left-middle-left-right.
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A loud, annoying, high noise cut the silence, signalising he was wrong. The villain was clever enough to know that when he’d be vulnerable like that someone would try to guess the code,so he made sure the error noise would be high enough to wake him up. And it sure did.
Blaze stiffened in his position as he saw Vendetta flinch, as a slight frown made its way on his once stone face. For the first time,he found himself dreading the sight of the deep green eyes.
When Vendetta opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Blaze’s face way too close to his own.Then,as he slowly got all his senses back,he felt his breath on his nose,the warmness radiating from his body,and lastly,the hand on the back of his neck. His eyes widened as he focused on that,and sat up,crawling backwards on the bed all the way to the wall beside it.
“You–You tried to take my mask off ! “he yelled.
“Preety much, yeah… ” Blaze admitted guilty.
“Why would you do that!”
“Oh come on, you would have done the same.”Blaze said rolling his eyes,to which he got a scowl in response.
“Why am I here anyways ?! You brought your enemy in your house.I now know where you live..”
“No, no you don’t. As long as you don’t get to see it from outside, you don’t.”
Vendetta blinked. He was right. He looked around for a window,or anything to tell their location,but was interrupted when another thought came in his mind.
“Wait. Why did you bring me here again? ” he asked confused.
“Well, I just thought you weren’t enjoying the attention given. People seemed to find you quite photogenic on the floor,unconscious.”
“They took photos of me?!” he snapped. He could just imagine the newspaper saying,once again, how much of a failure he was. “Did you get rid of them?” he asked hopeful.
“I had better things to do at the moment. Like, I don’t know,take you away from there? Bridal style,may I add.”
Vendetta blushed a deep red, thinking at how embarassing it must have been to be in such situation in front of all the citizens.Whatever pride he had left officially evaporated.He rested his arms on his knees,his hands pulling at his hair.
“So showing up in the newspaper on the floor would be much worse than showing up in my enemy’s arms,like freaking Sleeping Beauty.” he said,cold venom dripping from his voice.
“Well when you think of it that way…” Blaze trailed off.
Vendetta shook his head, huffing. “I hate you. I really do.” he said honestly.After a few seconds,as he took notice of the hard silence that fell around them,he looked up to see the hero’s face which embraced a hurt expression.
“I guess you do..” he almost whispered,his head tilted down. Vendetta was surprised to see the effect his words had on the hero.He was his enemy after all,was that news to him?Weren’t enemies supposed to hate each other in the first place? He was about to go to near the hero and poke him or something,but stopped in his tracks as Blaze’s head snapped back up. Even if his eyes were a fire-like orange,they looked in Vendetta’s ones with nothing but pure coldness.
“Let’s go.I am going to drop you off at the police station.As you know,I don’t want you to figure out the location so you’re either going to accept to tie up your eyes, or I am going to have to punch you once again.”
“Wait wait what ? I’m not going to jail ! I’ll just go home or something ! What’s gotten into you?”
“What do you mean by that ? I’m a hero, you’re a villain. That’s where you belong to,and it’s my duty to make sure you get there.Is there something wrong?” Blaze talked monotonously. He didn’t wait for a response and just took his tie and handed it to Vendetta. “Tie up your eyes now.Remember,it’s my tie,so whenever you do something silly I’ll just burn your face with it.”
“Blaze ! What the actual fuck ! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
Blaze interrupted him by grabbing his collar and dragging him out of bed,then he lifted him up to his level so they would make eye contact.
“I take it you prefer to be punched? It’s fine by me,but when you’ll wake up with your cellmate up your butt you’ll probably regret it.”
Vendetta’s eyes widened even more,much to his surprise,as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t hate you! I was just mad ! Please…” he tried,trembling.It was rare to see Blaze with such scary attitude. He would usually be calm and fancy…but now…
Blaze laughed bitterly, then didn’t waste time in punching him.
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