"That pathetic piece of trash wont find you bitch. No one will, and no one will ever love you like I do," James ground out, shifting uncomfortable in his tight pants. An idea, one that had been in his subconscious, struck the blond and he dropped the hero suddenly. The hero inhaled deeply, his burning lungs desperate for life giving oxygen. Static was barely conscious from being chocked and the possible concussion that he had didn't really help. Because of these factors, he didn't hear James's zipper being pulled down, or the rustle of clothing.
"Your precious hothead wont even want to touch you after I'm done with you. But, he'll probably be pleased that I trained you to be a good little whore," James said, chuckling darkly.
"I WILL NOT!" A sudden voice roared from the window. James and Static looked at the open window in shock. Hotstreak had fully pulled himself through the open window, a deep look of rage and hate on his pretty face. James paled before he glared darkly.
"How did you find me you son of a bitch?" James snarled, zipping himself back up. He might be super strong but he didn't want his manly bits exposed to the pyro. The red head noticed James's movements and his rage increased to a level where there was not turning back.
"Tracking device stupid," Hotstreak snarled, getting into his fighting stance.
"Told you he'd find me, you bastard. He always finds me," Static said weakly from behind the blond, slumped against the wall. Hotstreak zeroed in on his little boyfriend and his narrowed eyes widened in shock. One side of the hero's face was swollen and his full bottom lip was split in two places. Seconds later, Hotstreak spotted the hand shaped forming bruise around his lovers slender throat and that he was breathing unevenly. The red head looked into Static's chocolate eyes and noticed that they were glazed and pain filled, as if he had a head wound.
"Just hold on sparky, I'll get ya outta here, just gotta kill this fucker first," Hotstreak growled out. Though is raspy voice softened when directed at Static.
"Be careful smokey, he's a bang baby," Static replied, wanting very much to sleep. His weakened voice echoed in Hotstreak's ears and his rage began to throb in his veins, singing for revenge. Hotstreak's eyes began to glow a bloody red and smoke began to rise from his fiery red hair.
"I'mma gonna kill you," Hotstreak roared and attacked the blond man. The blond was surprised at how fast the large red head was and barely managed to dodge out of the way.
"I'd like to see you try," James responded with a mocking grin. The blond was confidant that his super strength would protect him from the pyro, confidant that his lack of fighting skill would be enough. James threw a punch and hit Hotstreak square in the center of the red heads barrel like chest. The two fighters heard a crack, but Hotstreak didn't go down, much to James's surprise. The pyro had slid back a little on the carpeted flour, but his strong legs held his stable fighting stance. Years of fighting had taught the red head how to not only hold his stance, but ignore any pain he was feeling until the fight was done. James looked at where his fist was planted against Hotstreak's sternum, then moved slowely up into Hotstreak's face. The raged look on Hotstreak's face sent terror dripping down James's spine, his heart began to beat erratically because of his rising fear.
Seconds later, the blond let out an ear splitting scream as fire consumed his arm, burning it down to the bone. For all of James's super strength, the blond didn't get invincibility along with that strength. It took ten hits and multiple burns, both hands getting the worst of those burns, for Hotstreak to defeat James. After the blond collapsed to the floor, smoking and broken, but very much alive, Hotstreak spit on the twitching body before he went over to Static. He called the cops before picking his boy up bridal style.
"Didja win?" Static slurred out, body trembling and still awake.
"Yeah baby," Hotstreak replied, kissing the hero's dark head.
"Good," Virgil responded and settled against the brute carefully.
"Yep," Hotstreak replied casually.
"How'd you find me?" Virgil asked as they made their way to the front door/
"Adam saw the fucker take you and told Foley and I. The nerd tracked you via shock vocks," Hotstreak replied, moving Virgil carefully so he could get the door.
"Oh, okay," Virgil responded, and passed out. The red head panicked until three police officers came running up the apartment hallway.
"What happened?" One officer asked.
"The man in apartment 34D kidnapped Static and assaulted him. I found them, Sparky needs an ambulance," Hotstreak responded in a growling voice. The cop that Hotstreak was talking too called for ambulance help on his radio and the other two went to check on James. Hotstreak didn't leave the hero, in spite of the fact that both of them were going to the to the hospital. When they showed up, Static was treated immediately and Hotstreak was checked right after him. The only thing wrong with Hotstreak was a broken sternum, which was lucky. Static didn't get off so lucky. He had a concussion, his left cheek bone was broken, and three of his ribs were broken. This wasn't even considering the tissue damage that he had gotten from the multiple bruises that James had marked him with. Static stayed three nights with a hovering Hotstreak standing by his bed side, making sure the doctors and nurses didn't fuck up with him.
It took almost three weeks for the bruise around Virgil's neck to heal, and longer for his broken bones, but Hotstreak was with him every step of the way. Gear and Rubber-band Man picked up Static's slack during his recovery, though both of them hovered like Hotstreak did. Virgil grumbled about them treating him like glass, but let it go, not willing to have an argument with his lover or his 'brothers'. Hotstreak was the worst of them though, always calling when he was away and terrified if Virgil went anywhere without him. Robert and Sharon were the same, though to a lesser degree. Another week went by and Virgil was getting, sexual anxious. He had wanted Hotstreak since their fake dates, and the red head was being stubborn about it. With that, Virgil came up with a plan to get Hotstreak and him to have copious amounts of lup lup. (me and my friends use this, sorry) The hero idle wondered if this made him easy.
Virgil was at Hotstreak's apartment, sitting on the couch as Hotstreak went and got their dinner. As soon as the door had shut, Virgil had changed into a tiny little outfit, or as tiny as he could make it with the bandages he had around his torso. Several candles were lit and the lights in the apartment were dimmed. Surprisingly, Hotstreak's apartment had several dimmer switches, which surprised the hothead when he got the apartment. Moments later, the door opened and Virgil leaned himself sensually against the table.
"Sorry it took so long sparky, they were almost out of the spicy chicken stuff you..." Hotstreak trailed off when he looked at Virgil. The outfit was pretty girly, consisting of a short red pleated school girl skirt, four inch Mary-Janes and a white see through shirt tied in a loose not above Virgil's slender belly. Hotstreak gulped when Virgil gave him a very seductive look.
"Well big boy, are you just going to stand there? Or are you gonna come over and play?" Virgil asked, his seductive look becoming sultry. The hero bit his lower lip, smearing the blood red lipstick staining his lips. Hotstreak swallowed heavily and dropped their food bags. In a matter of seconds, the red head was on Virgil, kissing the boy hungrily, rubbing his tented pants against Virgil's skirted one. The hero moaned wantonly and wrapped his slender arms around Hotstreak's thick neck. Moments later, the brute pulled back to stare at his panting boyfriend.
"God Virgil, do ya know what you do to me? Yer so fuckin' sexy, I just wanna fuck ya stupid," Hotstreak groaned out as he continued to rock against Virgil.
"F-from the way we're rockin', I say I make your horny as fuck. Well, smokey, I ain't gonna complain if you do fuck me stupid, cause I've been waitin' for you to do that since we were on our fake dates." Virgil moaned back, rocking his own slender hips against Hotstreak's.
"Well, your gonna be fucked stupid. And as soon as yer properly healed, I'll fuck ya so hard you wont move for a week," Hotstreak growled out before he picked Virgil up bridal style and took him to the bedroom. The red head was quick to strip both of them and even quicker to grab a tube of lubricant that he had stashed in his nightstand drawer. Hey, he'd been planning of fucking Virgil since they began to date for real. Virgil moaned as he was gently fondled, and he gasped when felt something at his virginal pucker.
"W-what's that?" Virgil asked shyly, a dark flush staining his mocha cheeks.
"My finger. I have to stretch ya first or it can be painful," Hotstreak said before plunging his thick finger into Virgil's virgin entrance.
"OH, OH," Virgil gasped out loudly, before he began to shake. Hotstreak grinned as he felt around inside Virgil's body, wriggling his finger around to get Virgil accustom to the feel. When Virgil's body loosened, Hotstreak added another finger.
"Gods, you look beautiful like this, all panting and gasping looking like yer in heat," Hotstreak groaned out, making Virgil moan again. The hero bit his bottom lip and wiggle around some more, getting use to the feel of Hotstreak's thick fingers plunging in and out of him. He started to get use to the two fingers when Hotstreak added a third, making Virgil give a small cry of pain. Hotstreak froze momentarily before he started moving his fingers again, though at a more sedate pace. Seconds later, Virgil let out a gasp as Hotstreak rubbed his fingers against something deep inside of him. Hotstreak grinned and began to rub against Virgil's prostate.
"Do ya know what this is?" Hotstreak asked as one of his fingers grouped the little bundle of nerves while the other two began to scissor inside Virgil's body.
"N-no," Virgil responded breathily.
"It's your prostate. Feels good bein' touched huh?" Hotstreak asked.
"Y-yes, please Francis, more," Virgil panted out, hips thrusting themselves onto Hotstreak's fingers.
"Of course baby," Hotstreak replied. His fingers thrusted wildly into Virgil's body, making the hero moan in pleasure.
"Gonna cum Frankie, make me cum," Virgil moaned out, head thrashing wildly. Hotstreak grinned and pulled his fingers out before Virgil could come. Virgil moaned in disappointment, causing Hotstreak to chuckle. It took seconds for Hotstreak to lube his swollen member up, and another two-seconds to carefully aline himself up to Virgil's virginal entrance.
"Ready baby?" Francis asked lovingly.
"Yeah," Virgil replied and Francis slammed in. Virgil gave a hoarse cry of pain, clutching the pyro's back. He knew it'd hurt, but not like this. It felt like he was being split in two then having someone cauterizing the wound at the same time. He was thankful Francis didn't move after he fully sheathed himself inside of Virgil's virgin body.
"I know it hurts baby, just hold on, it'll get better in a moment, I promise," Francis whispered heatedly in Virgil's ear.
"But it hurts," Virgil grunted back.
"I know," Francis replied.
"How?" Virgil replied, gripping Francis's shoulders.
"Lets just say I had an uncle that trained me well," Francis responded, nuzzling Virgil's slender throat. When he pulled back, Virgil had a heart broken expression on his face.
"Oh Francis, I'm so sorry. Are you sure about this?" Virgil asked, legs unconsciously wrapping around Francis's waist. Francis grinned gently at his lover, kissing his nose before he answered. That was his Virgil, always thinking about everybody else, even when he was hurt.
"Naw I'm good, took care of that in therapy. 'Sides, I'd only have any real issues if I bottomed, which I'm not. You okay if I move?" Francis replied. Virgil leaned up and kissed Francis innocently. He poured as much love and devotion as he could into that kiss, trying to make sure that Francis had no doubt about his loyalty to him. Francis kissed back lovingly and slowly began to move. Virgil moaned when he felt the first tug of that large man meat currently residing inside of him, actually liking the feel of it. Hotstreak made his thrusting slow and steady, not wonting to hurt his boy. Luckily for the red head, he ended up hitting Virgil's prostate after the first three thrusts.
"Faster Francis, faster," Virgil moaned out, arms and legs tightening around the body above him.
"S-sure baby, sure," Francis moaned back, moving his body faster. Virgil moaned loudly, happy to be having the brute moving above him. Virgil loved being this connected with someone else, so filled by someone else that was so much stronger then him.
"Please, Francis, please," Virgil moaned as Francis began to pound into his deflowering body. Francis's pace began to increase, his thrusts lengthening. The red head didn't know what was hotter, coming home to Virgil in a skirt and heels, or popping his boys cherry. A few long moments later, Virgil climaxed against their stomachs, screaming loudly while staining both of them with his sticky white fluid. The tightening of the already tight muscles housing his thick length made Hotstreak climax, spraying Virgil's inside with his boiling seed. Virgil moaned again as felt that hot seed fill him, making him want more. Both took a few moments, panting for breath, before Francis pulled out and rolled off. The red head pulled Virgil into his arms without a second thought, wrapping him in one of his strong arms. He jolted when he felt Virgil snuggle into his chest.
"Love you," Virgil mumble sleepily.
"Love you more. Ya know, this is the first time that I actually held someone after sex," Francis said, kissing Virgil's head. Virgil looked up at him sleepily, already knowing that Francis got around before they started dating.
"Really? I wonder why?" Virgil asked, still sleepy, before he leaned down and kissed Francis's sternum carefully.
"Pr'lly cause this is the only relationship I've had that's worth while," Francis replied, nuzzling Virgil's head.
"Aw, your sweet," Virgil murmured with a smile.
"And yer the most precious thing I have," Francis said with a blush. He wasn't used to sharing feelings with anybody. Virgil smiled warmly at Francis.
"You too," Virgil said before a jaw cracking yawn escaped his lips. Francis chuckled lightly, before he secured his arm around Virgil and lacing their other hands.
"Time for bed baby, and after that, food," Francis said, getting a chuckle from Virgil.
"Night love," Virgil said before conking out on Francis's strong chest.
"Night baby," Francis whispered and followed his lover into a peaceful sleep
