Author's note: Psycho Chan, here to justify herself. This is an idea I thought of while watching Static Shock late one night with my fiancé. In episode two, right before HotStreak tries to kill Static, I noticed that he stood between Virgil's wide open legs. Using my unperverted mind *cough* I thought of this sad excuse for a yaoi. I'm proud of it nonetheless. And so is my sweet heart…so enjoy^-^
Consequences of Both Stupidity and the Perverted Mind
Chapter One
A light shower of spring time rain has cascaded over Dakota Fields. The smell of rain and freshly cut grass lingers through out the park. There is nothing out of the ordinary. Unfortunately for the city, Static fighting off HotStreak isn't out of the norm. The two teens fight in the empty park. Running on and off concrete and grass. The rain has rendered their powers useless. So it's an all out fist fight…with Static fleeing like hell.
As Static avoids being creamed, he learns that for a big guy, HotStreak is fast on his feet. You know, out in the open. Out in the park, all the hero can do is avoid punches, which he barely manages to do.
"Hold still!"
Once again, Static narrowly avoids a left hook. "Sorry but I think that would be really bad for me." His dreads sway quickly as he jerks his being from harm.
"Fhe…brat." Seeing his chance, HotStreak shoves the younger man to the ground. It was a sissy move but it immobilized the damn goodie goodie. Not like anyone was there to see it and it wasn't like Static was gonna live long to tell anyone anyway.
Hitting the ground hard, Static makes a squeaking sound as he lands on the wet grass. Too busy to notice his sore behind, Virgil looks up to HotStreak, who hovers over him with such height. Oh shit.
"Good thing your powers are out…" Stepping closer to the fallen hero, Francis flashes him a sneer. "Now I get the satisfaction of beatin' your smug face in." A deep chuckle escapes his sneer as he makes a fist. But then he pauses upon looking at the pathetic looking hero. Hair clung to his dark face, clothes drenched from fighting in the damn rain, legs open for the taking…wait…that wasn't right…
Static cringes, waiting for the blow. There was not much he could do really.
Damnit…why haven't I ever realized how fuckably sexy this bastard is…what the FUCK am I THINKING?!
The war in Francis's head begins. Both of them actually.
Wondering why he hasn't been struck yet, Static peeks through his white mask. He watches the large body of Francis slump down. He kneels between the legs of the hero, who is confused greatly by this action. Actually, both men are confused, but Francis refuses to let it show in his face. Then his raspy voice cuts through the light patter of rainfall.
"Didn't anybody tell you that opening your legs has consequences?" Then without warning, the corrupt man places his strong hand onto Static's groin, rubbing harshly.
"!?" Feeling nothing but utter shock and total violation, Static attempts to close his legs to shut out the unwanted sensation. However, Francis blocked his rejection by prying his legs open with his body which lays between Static's. Easily finding the shaft of the other man, HotStreak strokes Static's length through the dark fabric.
Gripping the ground, Static bites his lower lip to prevent himself from making an audible sound. Or any sound for that matter. He tries to get the older teen to stop touching him which fails miserably when the mocha teen leans into the hasty touch, blushing furiously. What the hell am I doing?!
A harsh chuckle is heard from the other man as he applies more torturous pressure, winning a moan out of the hero. Virgil feels so violated, but sooo in the right way.
"Maybe you…like bein' bad after all…" His fingertips rub down Static's erect member until he finds the hotness of his ball sack. Static arches into the cursed hand.
N-no…I don't…I…Static loses the fight inside his head. Yes! Oh god yes!!
Francis leans in closer, breathing onto Static's ear. "Well? Do you?" His breath tickles Virgil's ear as his hand teases his manhood.
With a shuddered groan, Static barely answers. "Y-yes…"
"Really? How Bad?" HotStreak lightens his touch, a grin on his face.
Virgil leans into the softening touch. "Bad enough…"
"Let's see." Static's lips are taken by cold lips as his cock is stroked perfectly. A shuddered moan is heard through Virgil's first kiss, his gloved hands dig into the soft dirt of the park. "Let's see how bad Static can be in public." Abandoning the crotch of the younger teen, HotStreak pins Static to the wet grass. He looks down to see the hero panting lightly, looking up into his emerald eyes. For the first time, Virgil's brown eyes are glazed over with pure lust and need. Wanting to see more of this lust filled face, Francis grinds his hips hastily to he smaller male's, causing a loud, shocked moan to rupture from Static.
The hero was so taken by the moment, he was unaware that he was returning the grinding. For the first time, Virgil thinks with his lower head, and he really didn't give a damn. Surprised by the hero's newfound eagerness, HotStreak frenches the hero's open mouth, exploring quickly. Tasting the small cavern before him, loving the vibration of Static's moans on his tongue as he grinds against the small body. Over come by pleasure, Static slides his tongue against Francis's, shivering at the new texture of another's tongue. He finds himself eager.
"You're quite feisty Static." HotStreak's fingers find the hero's hard nipples, pinching roughly. Squirming underneath hasty actions, Virgil leans into every touch provided to him. "To allow me to do this to you" the street junkie nips Static's lip before pulling back to eye his victim. "Unless you want me to fuck you here in public…we should go somewhere else Sparky."
"Okay." By now, Static just wanted to be taken. "Where to?"
"I got a place…but you'll need to take us there."
"Alright."