"Wow. I still can't believe it!" Professor Venomous said with an atypical toothy grin that ran counter to his jaded façade. He threw open the door to their hotel room. Boxman was trailing behind him with his face lit up and rosy. The two of them entered a deluxe honeymoon suite. Including the bathroom, the suite consisted of three rooms. Both villains were currently in a living room-dining room combo. As the hotel they were currently at was during the early twentieth century, the room was accented by the forms of stunning, crisp Art Deco accouterments.

As Boxman gazed at a sparkling chandelier, a wispy bellboy accessed the room behind them with a luggage cart. "Your suitcases, gentlemen," he cheerfully declared. "Where would you like me to place them?"

"In the bedroom by the bed would be okay," Venomous flatly and almost absent-mindedly responded. He was examining the peacock feather-like wallpaper. As the bellboy emerged from the bedroom with the cart, Venomous reached into the pocket of his khakis and pulled out his wallet. "Thank you, sir," the bellboy quietly said as he palmed the technos the purple man handed him. The bellboy bowed and took his leave.

Much like an enthusiastic child, Boxman squealed and looked at Venomous with rapt attention. He trembled with excitement and rubbed his hands together. Venomous looked him in the eye. "I can't believe it! We're married at last!" Boxman jubilantly laughed. He grabbed a hold of Venomous' hands and the two of them spun around the room, nearly bumping into the mahogany dining room table.

Both felt a bit dizzy by their twirling and Professor Venomous halted their circular inertia. "Hmm. We had a long trip here. We ought to relax," calmly stated Venomous.

Boxman shook his head as the room was still moving for him. "That sounds like a plan, partner. I can't wait to see what else is in our room!" he exclaimed as he ran over to a mini-bar near a small kitchen island. Professor Venomous chuckled as he walked into the bedroom so that he could examine the bed.

As Professor Venomous casually sauntered into the bedroom and noticed the suitcases, Boxman rushed up beside him. "Finished inspecting the mini-bar?" Venomous asked smarmily.

"Uh, no. I decided to see what you were doing and—oh, is that a hot tub?" Boxman eagerly asked as he spied the heart-shaped basin. "Oh, oh, oh! We've gotta get into this!" Boxman cried out as he ran over to the tub.

"We just arrived here!" Professor Venomous said with a laugh, but the sound was drowned out by the exhaust fan and loud rushing of water as Boxman opened the taps. "Wow. You're really serious about this," Professor Venomous said as he watched Boxman shed his clothing.

Professor Venomous gave his shoulders a slight shrug. He loosened the buttons on his crew shirt before pulling it over his head. Unlike Boxman who left his clothes strewn about the floor, Venomous neatly folded his garments as he took them off. "C'mon in, the water's fine!" shouted Lord Boxman as he sat on the edge of the tub with his legs dangling into the water. He slowly slid himself into the water as Professor Venomous made his way over to the tub. Venomous dipped his large toe in before sliding the rest of his foot in. "C'mon, c'mon and get in!" Boxman urged his partner. Professor Venomous smiled and made his way into the water.

Professor Venomous turned off the faucet. Both of the lovers nestled together for a moment, wrapping each other's arms around each others' shoulders. As Professor Venomous gazed at Lord Boxman, he commented, "You know, we haven't turned on the jets yet."

"Ooh, that's right. The jets! Allow me," Boxman said as he made his way over to a round silvery button near the faucet. A cacophony sounded as Lord Boxman pressed the button and air bubbles filled the tub. Professor Venomous was expecting Boxman to return next to him to his side, but instead he placed himself in front of a jet, facing the edge of the tub.

Professor Venomous started drumming his fingers along the edge of the tub when realized that Boxman was for certain not going to sit next him. "What in Cob's name are you doing, Boxman?" Venomous asked.

Boxman shakily chuckled while wheezing. "The jets! They feel… really good… Try it."

Venomous gave Boxman a look as if he had three heads, but tentatively made his way to a jet. The powerful force of water grazed his flaccid cock. In no time at all he was rock hard. His mind was dizzy as he heard Boxman grunting repeatedly over the loud sound of the jets. Venomous' vision grew blurry as more water vigorously poured out from the small hole and onto his penis. From the corner of his eye, he distantly noticed that Boxman had moved from his previously occupied jet and next to him. Venomous knit his brow as his grip on the edge of the hot tub grew weaker. He threw back his head and started whining loudly as a strong surge went through out his body. His vision grew white as a white load emptied from his cock.

"Wow," Venomous weakly remarked as he moved away from the jet. Boxman looked him in the eyes with a huge grin. A small grin was plastered on Professor Venomous' face. After a moment, Venomous wryly remarked, "Let's leave the tub. It's now a mess."


After draining the tub, the two villains toweled off and rested together on the king-sized four post bed. Both fell asleep, but not for long. As they awoke, Boxman tumbled in the sheets while Venomous watched. He found himself gazing at Boxman's outline in the covers, how the blankets' wrinkles fell across his folds. His heart skipped a beat as a smile grew across his face.

"You know I find you very attractive," Professor Venomous said, breaking the silence.

Boxman quickly rolled over to face Venomous. "Aw, shucks," he said while blushing and waving his hand towards Venomous. "You know, I think you're a pretty handsome guy yourself." Venomous didn't think much of this as he had grown accustomed to people lusting after him for his looks.

"No, really. I love your body," Venomous continued. "It's so soft and it keeps me warm at night. And I love all of those muscles you have rippling beneath all of those layers. It's really quite remarkable."

"Eh? Really?" Boxman asked while scratching his chin.

"And I almost forgot to mention this part: you're a good kisser," Venomous said, punctuating his comment with a kiss on Boxman's lips.

"Mmm," Boxman moaned as he kissed back, sucking on Venomous' bottom lip. Boxman felt as if he could melt at that given moment. He felt his heart swell.

Both climbed out from beneath the covers. Professor Venomous kissed Boxman on various spots on his neck before making his way down his chest to his nipples. Boxman could feel a gentle tingle as Venomous' lips came into contact. Venomous eventually shifted his focus on Boxman's stomach, and after lingering there, trailed downward from his navel to his member. Venomous kissed his rosy head before smooching along the rest of the hardening length, feeling Boxman's veins graze his soft lips.

Boxman decided to start at the opposite end of Venomous' body. He kissed the pedicured soles of Venomous' feet and sucked on his big toe before moving up to his ankles and calves. Venomous' eyes rolled back in his head as a sudden jolt took over his body. Boxman intensely kissed the backs of Venomous' knees and smooched the insides of his thighs. He kissed Venomous' balls before kissing the rest of his shaft, which was stiffening more and more each second.

Boxman hopped off of the bed. "Wha-what are you doing?" asked Venomous as he was put off by the sudden lack of stimulation.

Boxman frantically dug through his suitcase. "Ah-ha!" he declared as he held up a bottle of water-based lubricant. He crawled back onto the bed, pouring the clear liquid onto both his and Venomous' penises. Both sat next to each other, furiously masturbating. Venomous gently tugged on his cock, feeling its warm sinewy texture in his grip. As Boxman rubbed his length, he could feel a combination of his smooth skin and bulging veins. Both passionately gazed at each other's eyes as they pleasured themselves. Boxman could feel his heart skip a beat, whereas Venomous could feel his cheeks burn red. Neither of them spoke at the moment, but both panted heavily. Despite pleasing themselves separately, they felt closely connected as they were both comfortable in the moment.

Boxman was the first one to come. His white load filled his hands and dribbled onto the bed sheets. Venomous soon followed suit, coming across his thighs as he was hit by a strong wave of pleasure. Both villains laid crumpled against the headboard as they gleefully stared at each other.

"I hope the rest of our honeymoon is this fun," stated Boxman.

"I hope our married life continues to be this fun," emphasized Venomous.

"I love you, P.V."

"I love you, too, Box."