A/n: This is a short chapter. Starts where the last one stopped. Please enjoy. *bow*
Virgil pressed Richie against the mattress and almost moaned in delight at touching that body again. Richie perfect and lean body. Sure, Nightwing had a great body, but Richie's fit against him. They lined up and could easily be the perfect pieces to the others puzzle. Richie pulled Virgil into a deeper when the darker man pulled back. They moved at the same time for the button on Richie's slacks.
They both let out a breathless laugh before Richie moved his hand so Virgil could remove the slacks. Richie truly hated dressing up, but slacks were easier removed then jeans. The hero smirked as their bodies pressed closer and closer. Neither wanted the other more then a breath away, but they knew that for the next few parts, Virgil would be a few breaths away. Richie watched Virgil pull away the blue Static pants and his black boxers. Richie quickly removed his own boxers and reached out for his ex.
Ex… it was strange to call Virgil his ex. The dark skinned male was most everything to Richie. They'd been through way to much for Virgil to mean nothing to Richie. Virgil nipped lightly at Richie's collar bone causing the light male to gasp in pleasure. The collar bone, Richie's weak spot, he'd been with other guys in the two or three years they'd been apart, but not one had found that simple, accessible spot. Virgil smiled against Richie's skin and nipped again, lightly. Richie arched and cupped Virgil's jaw, begging for another kiss. Virgil moved up and kissed at Richie's jaw. His hand followed the soft, blonde happy-trail to Richie's cock and stroked the head with his thumb. Richie arched more and let out a loud, deep moan.
Both males were in pure rapture as Virgil continued to mark Richie with small love bites. Richie slid a leg up and tugged lightly and Virgil's dread locks. The African American groaned in distaste at Richie's interruption, "Fuck me?" it was softly spoken, but to Virgil it seemed like a scream. Virgil spread Richie's legs more and looked into the brown eyes of his blonde.
"Got anything? I'd prefer not to hurt you." Richie reached behind his head and tossed Virgil a small tube of lubricant. Virgil uncapped the tube and made sure his own erection was well lubricated before he pushed into Richie. Both groaned thought the reasons were different and yet much the same. Both had missed this feeling, the bliss of being so close and intimate with each other; the joining was pure pleasure for Virgil, but slightly painful for Richie. Both males couldn't help but not care about pain or bliss. This was a reconnection.
Virgil began his stead pace and Richie pulled him in for another deeper kiss. As their love making wore on, Richie wouldn't let Virgil's lips far from his. The connection was needed, and Virgil wasn't going to fight it. He was even desperate to be as close to Richie as he could be, and he knew Richie felt the same.
Virgil reached between their bodies and began to stroke Richie's cock. Richie gasped into the kiss and groaned happily. Virgil smirked against Richie's lips and squeezed the erection in his hand roughly. Richie arched back and Virgil matched his strokes to his thrusts. Each thrust making Richie lose sane thought piece by piece and driving him closer to the edge. Virgil was in the same boat. Richie's expressions were addictive and drove Virgil to his sexual high with just a glance.
As both came with the call of their lover's name it seemed ex became reacquainted.
Virgil woke up cold and groggy. He knew all the events of last night, so he hadn't been drunk, but what confused him was that his bed partner was gone. Virgil sat up and looked at the clock. His heart stopped. It was nine and he wasn't at the Watch Tower. Batman was going to skin him alive. Getting out of bed, Virgil found his boxers and pants and pulled them on. He walked briskly out of the bedroom and into the living room, trying to find his shirt and jacket. Richie sat on the couch with his laptop, a sketch pad and coffee. When he saw Virgil he smiled faintly.
"Batman told you that if you came to the Watch Tower in the next week he'd have Superman hug you. He means a real hug to, not that controlled pussy shit." Virgil stopped looking for his shirt and leaned on the back of the couch to look at Richie's laptop screen. It was alight with a formula that Virgil couldn't even begin to understand, but what he didn't understand was that Richie still drank the same coffee. A sweeter roast of Kona coffee and tasted as if it had been run through sugar, an orange grove and the purest of honey. Virgil could feel his mouth water. Richie held the coffee up and out to Virgil who snatched it up with a mild hunger. He loved Richie's coffee, though Richie often told him it was probably worse for him then regular coffee. Virgil sipped the sweet nectar as he moved to sit behind Richie.
The blonde closed his laptop and set it on the coffee table before moving one of Virgil's legs was between his own and they were laying in a comfortable snuggle. Virgil hording his coffee like a dragon hordes it's gold. Richie rolled his eyes and took a sip from the cup, "You are so addicted."
Virgil set the cup down and pulled Richie closer, "No. Addicted is me to you. I merely enjoy the coffee because it's the only thing on earth that tastes like you. Even then it's a poor replacement." Richie smiled and traced a scar on Virgil's chest, "Ivy is a bitch. She almost had all of Gothim under her control and it took a Hotstreak temper tantrum to destroy her plants. She got me with a poison dart."
"Are you okay?" Virgil took Richie's hand and kissed from the palm to wrist, "Virgil!" it was a moan of surprise and the hero loved it.
Virgil nipped the pulse and nuzzled the pale palm, "I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle. I've become resistant to most everything." Virgil ran a finger gently down Richie's side and kissed the blonde's peach lips, "Your turn, Rich. I want the real story. No bull shit." Richie pulled away from Virgil and wrapped his arms around himself, like a child who got caught doing something wrong. He kept himself from looking at Virgil and rolled his lip between his teeth.
Looking at his lover, Richie sighed, "First… we have to go back to your first two months as Static. There were four people who worked together. An old man; a black, teen aged boy who could teleport; a Caucasian boy who could run almost as fast as Flash; and another boy who could use his mind to move objects by projecting a force field." Virgil blinked.
"What do Ragtag, Run and Jump have to do with that?" the scar was easily seen, but only because it was slightly darker then Richie's actual skin tone.
Richie smiled faintly, "Virg… I never lost those powers." Virgil froze, "I discovered… about a week after we got together that I could form weak shields. They weren't strong enough to do much of anything, but I could form them. I hadn't known that the power had stuck with me. Ragtag could give you powers, he could make them part of your DNA, just like the bang gas did. The powers he gave were… slow to the uptake. I had two powers fighting for dominance in my body. Intelligence got to form first, and the force fields grew slowly."
Virgil groaned and rubbed his eyes, "You have two powers? How does that work?" Richie shrugged and sighed.
"I figure it's only because of Ragtag. If I'd never have met him I wouldn't have these powers." Richie shifted and touched his side, "I was testing my powers one night. I was just trying to get a feel for them, a real feel for them. I forgot I was in gang territory and I forgot all my gear." Virgil grabbed Richie and pulled him close. Richie snuggled into the warm embrace, "Once they realized I was a Bang Baby… they wanted to kill me. One of the guys cut open my side and I… I just blew up. They were all dead in seconds." Virgil froze. Richie… his Richie had killed someone? No, that wasn't possible.
Virgil buried his face in Richie's blonde hair, "Rich… it was an accident. You just… lost control."
Richie pulled back and shook his head, "No… I've done it a few times. That was just the first time. I think there were three more times after the Bangers. I black out each time it happens. I don't really know… what happens."
a/n: Thank you for reading. *bow*