Here's chapter two! :D Not nearly as explicit, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

I ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY don't own the lines from the movie that are in this chapter! I simply wanted to make it an actual scene from the movie but have a different interpretation. Please don't sue me. D:

Chapter 2: Crimson and Ebony

Dave had never doubted his sexuality.

He had always been attracted to girls. Girls caused him to stutter and sweat. Girls set him off and resulted in another wad of tissues being tossed into the trash. Girls were the only lovers he ever fantasized about fucking.

That is, until Red Mist came along.

The first time Dave saw the teen, decked out in red and black and standing with total confidence beside the news reporter on TV at Atomic Comics, he was indescribably drawn to him. Just the fact that he had inspired another superhero to emerge from the shadows was exhilarating, and Dave wanted to know Red Mist, to know this guy with whom he had something in common.

Then Red Mist started speaking, and Dave's mouth fell open ever so slightly. There was something so endearing, so adorable, so familiar about his voice and the slight lisp that adorned it; he sounded totally, innocently calm and optimistic and… Dave didn't know what else. His mind was now preoccupied with Red Mist's slim frame, messy spikes of hair, smooth, pale skin…

"…and I'm just one click away: Red Mist dot org." Dave felt his cheeks flush and blood rush to his groin at the almost sultry way in which Red Mist said those final words, and then, as the new hero winked at the camera, Dave sat there in shocked silence for a second, completely perplexed and somewhat angry at the way his body had reacted (and was still reacting) to Red Mist. He quickly recovered his composure, though, and, with a noise that he hoped sounded contemptuous, asked that the program be turned off. Still silently struggling to make sense of his boiling blood and thundering heart, he tried to cover up his feelings with a question.

"What's so special about that guy?" Dave inquired, realizing he could create a giant list of what was special about that guy's appearance alone. To his relief, his friends started discussing Red Mist and his great deed, and Dave was free to awkwardly adjust his jacket in an attempt to hide the slight erection that he could feel pressing uncomfortably against his pants.

"He looks good." Katie's comment dragged him out of his daze.

"What, better than Kick-Ass?" Dave couldn't disagree that Red Mist looked good, but he had to say something in an attempt to deny it to himself.

"Well, I mean, they're both kinda hot. I just think Red Mist has a better body," Katie answered, unaware that Dave's need grew a little more urgent at the mention of Red Mist's "better body." But the question she asked next threw him entirely. "Don't you think, Dave?"

Dave searched for an answer as Marty pitched in and made things worse. "Yeah, Dave, what do you think? Is that the… Is he the kind of guy you'd go for, with the… all that leather?" There was such amusement in Marty's voice, and Todd was clearly trying not to laugh. His friends' delight at poking fun at what was supposed to be a fake gay scheme caused Dave to stumble out of his stupor.

"No, Marty," he said, pursing his lips. "No, he's not really my type."

The rest of Dave's time at Atomic Comics was spent trying to gain control of his emotions and his boner before anyone noticed how strange he was acting. He struggled to convince himself that the whole "pretending-to-be-gay" thing was just getting under his skin, and that, once the truth that he was thoroughly straight was out in the open, he would be back to normal and liking only girls again.

But in the recesses of Dave's brain, the thought of Red Mist's narrow shoulders and luscious, faintly recognizable voice just wouldn't go away. So, upon arriving home, he gave in to the longing and whacked off fervently, drowning in waves of crimson and ebony.

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