Title: Three Legged Electric Chair
Fandom: Runaways (Marvel Comics)
Rating: MA
Pairing: Chase/Victor
Warnings: Slash
by Cowzgomoox and Brian K Vaughan
"KLANK…NNAH!"
Chase Stein looked at the time on the clock next to his bed as these strange, almost robotic cries echoed from the room next door. In the original Hostel, he shared a bed with Alex, but Chase didn't trust Victor Mancha. Victor intimidated Chase, taking away Chase's solo male role and his expertise in electronics; also, Victor's future self killed the future version of his girlfriend. As Chase thought these things, he got out of bed, picking up his flashlight and headed for Victor's room.
Chase nudged the sleeping Victor. "Dude, put yourself on mute," Chase said, pointing the flashlight towards his face then pointing it at Victor's bed. "You're gonna wake up the whole Hostel." As Victor began to spring up yelling, Chase continued, "Chill Vic It's me. You were having… another… bad…" Victor stood up, revealing his fully naked body and a limping 6 inch dick. Chase was in awe, but pretended to be upset and joke. "AHHHH! Gratuitous male nudity! My eyes!" Chase turned around, pretending to be disgusted. "You're sleeping in the raw? What is wrong with you? At least the computer wore tennis shoes!"
"We live under a tar pit, Chase. It's a million degrees down here. Besides what's the big deal I've got the exact same parts that you do." Victor admired Chase's hairy armpits and his strong arms.
Chase slightly turned his head, hoping Victor had not covered himself yet, so he catch another glance. "Says who? You're an electric chair with legs! Except, you know, instead of four legs, you have, uh…three."
"Chase I risked my Neck to save your girlfriends' life and I'm as loyal to our team as anyone. Why do you hate me so much?" Victor really wanted Chase to be nicer to him. The gorgeous boy might have acted dumb, but Victor had built-in x-ray vision and what he was seeing made up for it.
As Chase began to fantasize in his mind about Victor's perky nipples and washboard abs, he decided to confess something. "It's not hate Mancha. More like jealousy."
"This is the part where you trick me into feeling sorry for you, and then laugh in my face and admit you were just kidding, right?"
"I'm serious, paranoid android. Look, before they got blown up trying to jump-start the apocalypse, my folks were the mad scientist types. Our family got rich off patenting crap. Everything they made was total success…except for me." The two gazed into each others' eyes. "They wanted a whiz kid, but they got an average athlete with a combined SAT score of too lazy to show up. But you…they would have been happy to invent something as cool as you."
"Wow, thanks. That…that actually means a lot."
"Yeah, well, don't let it got your head. My parents may have been geniuses…but they were also genocidal maniacs."
"Whatever, man. But you weren't bad at everything right, Chase? I mean you're like the ladies' man right?"
"Well not just ladies…"
"You mean, you like guys?" Victor was pleasantly shocked and his 'third leg' began to twitch.
"Seems like you do to, Bot-man. But why not? There's nothing that a girl has that a guy can't provide. Plus sometimes I just need some meat. This one time, Alex and I…" Victor dropped his sheet and tackled Chase onto the bed, sucking and licking his mouth. Victor rubbed his toned muscles and his throbbing, now 10 inch hard on all over Chase's chest. Victor tore off Chase's tight shirt as Chase began fumbling his pants, trying to rip them off. When he took them off, Chase's 7.5 inch cock jutted out, creating a tent in his boxers. Victor pulled off the boxers with his teeth then smelt them. Chase had been wearing the same few pairs of boxers since they ran away, so Victor could smell stains of Chase's man juices and piss vividly. Victor dropped the boxers and started at Chase...