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What Vendetta woke up to was the cold air of the night biting his exposed skin. He officially decided that his vest, no matter how good it added to the “badass villain” look, was not practical enough. Trying to pull his leather gloves to cover as much as possible of his arm, he sat up. Looking around,he was glad to notice Blaze didn’t keep his word on sending him to jail. Instead, he found himself in an alley. A dark, empty, stinky one at that.
Standing up, he barely managed to keep his balance as a wave of dizziness hit him. He started walking, more like stumbling, using the brick wall to support himself. Once out on the street, he was relieved to see he was near the gallery, meaning he wasn’t going to walk around in circles trying to find the way home.
After dragging his feet towards the familiar bus station down the street, he sat on the bench, not even caring people could easily recognize him. Looking around, he noticed a board telling the time. 03:17 am. Sighing, he stared forwards waiting for the bus, lost in his thoughts.
After what felt like hours, the thick silence was ripped apart by the sound of the bus approaching. It was empty except for the driver, of course. As he entered, he rolled his eyes at the look the driver gave him. With trembling hands, the man closed the doors after the well known villain and started the vehicle, fearing for his life.
The villain was planning on exiting a few stations before the one near his place, so the man wouldn’t know where he lived. Hugging himself to keep warm, he rested his head on the window, gazing outside at the empty town.
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(the next day, at the gallery)
The woman kept talking, her voice long since faded out, as Vendetta pretended to show interest in what the customer had to say. He had better things to think about. Like how Blaze will probably snap his neck without hesitation the next time they’d meet.
As the woman seemed to wait for Vendetta to say something, he blinked a couple of times and simply replied:
“Sorry, I wasn’t quite paying attention…. “
The customer was about to complain about how rude he was being, before she took a better look at his ruined, sleep lacking, sad face and thought better of it. Taking the drawing she bought she left, the door held open for her by a gentleman.
“Blake..” Vendetta sighed, glad that his only friend decided to pass by.
“Well someone looks like they need a hug.” he said once he got near Vendetta, then wasted no time in taking the fragile looking man in his arms. Vendetta didn’t even struggle against it. It felt right, cozy and most important of all, he could feel the familiar warmth identical to the one he felt days ago, when Blaze hugged him out of the blue. He sighed deeply.
“What’s up with you? You seem to have needed this as much as I have. ” Vendetta commented.
“Well…. What I believed to be my… Buddy, of some sort… appears to hate me.” Blake replied.
“Oh… Well, what I believed to be my… buddy, of some sort… punched me square in the face. ”
“Aw… Good thing we have each other!” Blake said, to which Vendetta laughed.
When they heard a cough behind them, they turned to see a line of five people waiting to buy their stuff, glaring at them.
“Sorry, my bad!” Blake politely said and let go of Vendetta before leaning on the wall, waiting for his friend to sell his stuff.
After receiving dollars, disgusted looks and complaints, Vendetta turned to Blake giving him ‘the look’.
“Well that went well.” Blake said jokingly, getting a grin from Vendetta. “So. When do you close the gallery? “
“At 7 pm. But sometimes I close it later. Why ?”
“Well that -sometimes- ain’t today. We’re hanging out” The human clarified confidently.
“Fine by me… But there’s another two hours to kill until then, so…”
“Well, I’ll just wait until then ! I mean in case you want to hang out, I don’t want to be annoying or anything…”
“None sense. We’re hanging out. Thanks, Blake… really. ” Vendetta sighed. As he looked at the man standing in front of him, the thoughts of actually knowing he wasn’t alone anymore made him feel so happy. That sort of happiness which makes you want to hug someone from the bottom of your heart. But, not wanting to get more mad clients, he kept himself from doing so.
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“Give me your hand.” Blake said. It’s been 2 hours since they got in the Coffee Shop and they were sitting at the same table they sat at days ago.
“Why ? ” Vendetta asked hesitantly.
“Victor. Give me your hand. ” Blake said sternly in a joking manner, to which Vendetta obeyed.
He watched as Blake took the salt and poured some in the middle of his palm.Then, Blake placed his gloved hand in the tiny bucket of ice (served in case customers don’t like their coffees/hot chocolate too hot) and took a small cube of ice out. After placing it on top of the salt, he closed Vendetta’s hand into a fist then held it tightly.
Vendetta frowned at him curiously, then his eyes widened as he felt his skin burn.
“Holly shit it burns like hell !” he yelled, getting the attention of everyone around them. He took his hand back and watched as Blake started laughing like there was no tomorrow. He hugged his hand to his chest and looking at it he saw a tiny red mark on his skin, where the cube was. “It freaking burned ! Why would you do that!”
“You should have seen your face !” Blake said between gasps, then slowly calmed down as he watched the look on Vendetta’s face, which held a glare. “Aw come on, it was harmless. It won’t hurt anymore by the time we leave. ” he said, and took back Vendettas hand. Then, more to the villain’s surprise, he brought the palm to his lips and pecked it.”There. I kissed it better.” he announced.
“It will take more than your lips to heal the skin, if you know what I mean.” Vendetta said, wriggling his eyebrows in a dirty manner.
After a second of letting the words sink in, they both started laughing their lungs out, their voices filling the Coffee Shop louder than allowed. After wiping their tears away, they faced the waiter who recently showed up.
“I am going to have to ask you to keep the volume down, you’re disturbing the other clients. ” he said with a forced smile, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. It wasn’t the first time he had to scold them.
“You sure won’t be keeping the volume down tonight.” Blake said, ending the sentence with a suggestive wink, to which Vendetta started chuckling madly.
The waiter took a deep breath, then, staring out the window with a stone face said “Excuse my rudeness, but I must ask you to leave. We don’t welcome…”
“… Fags? ” Vendetta completed with a grin on his face.
“… trouble makers” the waiter contradicted.
Blake stood up, took the necessary amount of money -plus some tip- out of his pocket and handed them to the waiter.
“Buy yourself something nice.” he said, patting his chest. Then, taking Vendetta’s hand, they exited the Coffee Shop.
As soon as they stepped outside, they started laughing like mad, using each other to support themselves. After calming down, Vendetta sighed, his laugh coming to small coughs. Reaching in his pocket he took his gloves out, putting on the left one, but before getting the chance to put on the other one, Blake grabbed his wrist
“We won’t be needing those. ” he said, taking the villain’s glove and putting it in his pocket, next to his. Then, he intertwined their bare hands and started walking. Vendetta just smiled and went along with it.
As they got to the gallery, Blake was surprised to see his friend didn’t stop, but kept walking, pulling him along.
“Where are we going ? ” he asked confused.
“You’re walking me to the bus station. It’s not that far.” Vendetta said, not wanting to break the contact just yet.
“Okay !” Blake happily said, catching up to match his friend’s pace.
Once there, Blake turned to Vendetta and smiled.
“Well, don’t talk to strangers and remember: don’t touch the chewing gums on the back of the seats.” He said jokingly in a motherly manner, then pecked him on the lips the way a mother would do.
Before the peck, they were both smiling. After the peck, they stared at each other deeply, their smiles slowly fading away as they realised they both wanted more than just a peck. They both new it was rushed up, having been only the second time they hanged out, but that was the last thing they were thinking about as their lips connected once more.
The kiss was slow and tender at first, but as they realized they both shared the same feelings for each other the kiss deepened. Vendetta was on his tip toes, gripping the collar of Blake’s black coat, while Blake held his upper arms, and they kissed like there was no tomorrow.
Blaze was surprised at the way what he considered to be a human made him feel. He kissed humans before, but Victor’s kiss was different. It felt smooth and perfect, and even tough he was the dominant, he could feel the human’s confidence.
Meanwhile, Vendetta could feel all his bottled up emotions sink in. Ever since his brother left the town for the first time, he was used to being more than lonely. The small talks he had with the clients didn’t help him in any way, and other than that he’d spend his time in the darkness of his apartment. Now, as he truly felt someone enter his life, he could feel the bottle cap pop out as his emotions took over his whole being.
As the unfamiliar tears made their way down his cheeks, he broke the kiss to let out painful sobs, then turned around placing his hand on the bottom half of his face, hiding his mouth and nose, trying to muffle the sounds, embarrassed. It was weird how just moments ago they were happily laughing and now it all took a huge twist.
Blaze’s confusion was covered by the worry for Victor. Placing his hand on the crying man’s shoulder he turned him around, only to see the well familiar face he saw so many times. But not Victor’s…
Taking in the half covered face, his eyes widened in horror.
The curves of the perfect nose, the shinning, bright green eyes, the perfectly sharp cheek bones, the dark circles, the white, pale, smooth skin…..
“Vendetta….”
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