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This is just a series of prompts for Aiden/Defalt. I know, some of you might not like it but hey, it's fan fiction for a reason. Anywho, all the prompt ideas are pulled from various writing lists. So, don't go expecting to see them in a specific order because you will be disappointed. *nods*

Things will get sad, things will get intriguing (that means 'sexy'). I might even turn Aiden into a girl. Who knows?

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Cuddling was never really his thing.

The last time he remembered cuddling someone was when Lena was still alive. She loved snuggling up to her uncle Aiden's side with her stuffed lamb while he played a video game with Jackson or when they watched a movie together as a family. He could also remember making such a mess with the buttery popcorn and how his sister would scold him before telling him that he was going to clean it up or he wouldn't be allowed to sit on the furniture anymore. It had been a playful threat. He could still see her grin as she gently tugged on his ear. He missed those moments. Things were steadily becoming a bit more normal though.

Well, as normal as they can get. He thought as he glanced down at the small man in his arms. This was far beyond normal.

Aiden had been sent out to put an end to a hacker by the name of Defalt. He was a black hat hacker who worked against DedSec. He had caused him and his allies a lot of grief by stealing their blackmail and all other data. Clara and T-Bone told him that Defalt was a dangerous man who, like Aiden, could manipulate little flaws in the city; make pipes explode, control the traffic lights and so on. It wasn't hard trying to find the kid. He was performing in the Ambrose Theater. He was part of an art expo called Dot ConneXion, which featured many young digital artists. They had played their game of cat and rat. It ended with a rooftop encounter.

I could have easily pushed him off. I could shot him and ended it right there. But I couldn't. I couldn't let him go. I couldn't pull the trigger. Does that make me weak? Am I in the wrong for not ending him?

Aiden sighed as the grip he had on the DJ tightened. His thoughts were becoming more and more confusing. His inner conflict didn't go unnoticed. A soft pair of lips pressed against his cheek. He looked down and green eyes stared into the face that had been hiding behind a rat mask. Defalt, or JB, was young and very good looking. He had dark hair with streaks of color mixed in and neon blue eyes that glowed like the mask he wore. His body was small and it fit perfectly against Aiden's. But if anyone found out, especially T-Bone and Clara, he'd never hear the end of it. He'd be branded a traitor and Defalt would most likely be killed.

"You alright?" The younger hacker murmured. Aiden nodded as he buried his face into the soft locks, inhaling the lingering scent of cologne and sweat. "Aiden?"

"I'm fine, just too much on my mind," The vigilante whispered as he nuzzled the top of Defalt's head. "Don't worry about me."

With all that was wrong and all that could go wrong, he supposed there was nothing wrong with cuddling from time to time.