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Through the haze of shit Chris was in the following couple of days, Kick-ass's response to his myspace was the only good point. Red Mist's appearance on tv had been fucking awesome, and the media was covering it almost as extensively as they had done with Kick-ass. There had been a huge chance of Kick-ass hearing his call, and the same night, Kick-ass had agreed on meeting up with him. The next evening, Red Mist and Kick-ass would have a date, and Chris had been exercising his ass off in his dad's gym. He still was a total loser when it came to running, or push-ups, for that matter, but there was no denying he was damn good with nunchaku. For all that he knew, Kick-ass was an average kid. He had fought off these guys with cheap plastic sticks and he was wearing a scuba diving outfit anyone could buy online. Red Mist was already smiling as he realized how much more awesome he actually was. Except for the fact it hadn't been his idea. He had to admit it, he was only fit to be a sidekick; but he would be the best sidekick ever. Better than Robin. Better than fucking Pikachu.

Of course, when he was finally gonna meet Kick-ass for the first time, he managed to almost fall on his ass while jumping towards him. Luckily there wasn't anyone around but the dude in his green suit, and he didn't laugh at him – he had probably done the same multiple times, being just an average guy – and he didn't care. Holy shit – they were fucking awesome! In the street lights at night, their suits looked even better. Red Mist had the urge to high five his favourite internet phenomenon, but resisted. He had to keep his cool at least for a few minutes, so he could get Kick-ass to the set-up.

Get Kick-ass to the set-up? It sounded like a terrible idea, now that he thought about it. Okay, so maybe he was dangerous to his dad's business, but on the other hand, he was completely right to oppose it, wasn't he? If Chris hadn't been his father's son, he would have loved to join him in his operations against it. This was Kick-ass, a guy who had inspired millions of people all over the world to stand up for themselves and others. The first real-life superhero! What the hell was wrong with that? Who in his right mind would want to stop him? It was childish; it would spoil all the fun! Besides...

The first thing Chris noticed about Kick-ass, after the obvious green scuba suit and the fugly yellow shoes, was that he had great lips. Damn, he had to be careful not to stare at them too long. But as he directed his attention to his eyes, he was just as distracted. Beautiful, liquid-like blue eyes, accompanied by dark, strong eyebrows. Chris whistled through his teeth as he was leading Kick-ass to the Mist Mobile. He hadn't known the guy he was supposed to trap would be this hot, and realized he wasn't prepared. After a while, he noticed he was busy showing Kick-ass all the things the Mist Mobile could do, as if he was trying to impress a girl by driving past her on a motorcycle. Kick-ass seemed to be quite interested, and never said a word; giving Red Mist a considerable ego boost. Showoff, Chris said to himself, but he couldn't help demonstrating the mist function, hahahaha! Rolling to the venue, he found himself eyeing the hero in the green suit on his passenger's seat, as he was dancing like a loser to the songs on Chris's iPod. Everything about this was so unbelievable – Kick-ass liking his songs, him being in this emo outfit, people waving at them – he only wanted it to last as long as possible. The last thing he wanted was to do what he had set this whole thing up for.

It all turned out to end very differently from what Chris had had in mind. And for some reason, he didn't mind. His dad's henchmen might be dead, and the place had burned down in its entirety, but at least he hadn't betrayed Kick-ass. Well, that's what he told himself afterwards. When they were running through the burning building, and Chris had seen bloodied faces that looked oddly familiar on the floor, he had panicked a little. The only thing keeping him going was that he was Red Mist now, and Red Mist wouldn't give up on his sidekick. He even managed to do something that was a bit heroic and useful: finding that camera-teddybear that he had put there. Hey, he had wanted to see Kick-ass's real face, and besides, if he had done all this work for his dad, he was allowed to know how they would finish the job. He had also been afraid of what they might have done to him. But it was all useless now.

All he could hear was the intense noise the fire was making, and he hardly saw anything. When he realized there was nothing more he could do and it was time to get out of there, he couldn't see Kick-ass anymore. A sudden rush of adrenaline went through his veins, and he sped off to find him. Together, they ran out of the (now exploding) building, back where Chris had left the Mist Mobile.

'Who the hell were those people?' Kick-ass's voice sounded from behind him.

'No idea,' Chris lied. 'I guess we weren't needed anymore.'

'Yeah, you can say that again,' the self-made superhero said. 'So who do you think was behind this?'

Chris thought about that for a moment. 'We could go back to check it out?'

'Well, I'm not a fire expert. I don't think we can do much.'

'No, I guess you're right.'

They stepped in the car. Sirenes were faintly audible as Chris drove off, afraid the authorities might find them and would know who he was. He also didn't want to be found looking like Red Mist. He couldn't have Kick-ass knowing he wasn't cooperating with the police at all. He grinned sarcastically as he realized how low profile the Mist Mobile was.

Chris tried to get him back to the place where they had met as fast as possible. He nervously kept his eyes on the road, but looked at Kick-ass frequently, worried about him. Looking nothing like the awesome superhero he had been, he was staring out of the window. His eyes were red, and there was dirt on his scuba diving suit.

'Are you alright?'

Kick-ass chuckled. 'I'm fine. You know why? 'Cause you came back for me.'

With a bitter smile, Chris shrugged. 'We're partners, aren't we?'

'Red Mist, I owe you. I could never be as cool as you.'

'Don't start, man,' Chris protested, feeling more guilty than ever. 'You're Kick-ass. You started all this. You're the boss. I'm just a sidekick, really. And I happened to have money, that's all.'

He was rewarded with a beautiful smile from behind a green mask. 'Thanks. You're cooler than I thought.'

'So are you.'

For a short while, their eyes were locked, and when Red Mist's attention returned to the road, he felt something strange had happened. Holy crap...Kick-ass seemed to like him. This was great. Maybe they really could be partners, and fight crime together. The idea of running through the streets at his side sent a whirlwind of excitement through his body. Maybe he could convince his dad to stop hunting him. He wasn't dangerous. Chris just didn't believe it.

The streets were so quiet when they got out of the car that the sound of the closing doors seemed incredibly loud. They didn't say a word for a moment, probably because they both recognized how different this place felt now, after all this crazy shit had happened to them. What time was it? After midnight? Eleven?

'So,' Kick-ass mumbled, after he had set a few steps in the alley. 'This is it, then.'

Red Mist looked up, and knew, suddenly, that he didn't want to let him go just now. He seemed sad, and insecure, and he was worried about his health. Maybe he had breathed in too much smoke. He wanted to make sure he was okay. Chris took a deep breath, slowly approaching Kick-ass, who was standing with his back towards him, and put his hand on his shoulder.

'Hey.'

'Red Mist,' Kick-ass answered, turning around.

Whoa. Whoa. Wait. Kick-ass was looking at him with his big blue eyes, his lips slightly apart, and he looked... shy. In... in love. Even though it seemed like forever, the look only last half of a second, and Chris had no time to analyze the relationship between him and Kick-ass, or time to adjust to that intense look he was giving him. Before he saw it coming, Kick-ass had thrown his arms around his neck and his body, wrapped in that tight suit, was pressed against his chest. Chris gasped as there suddenly was a man in his arms; a beautiful man, whose name he didn't even know. What was going on? Was he thanking him? Was he crying on his shoulder? He tried to check his face without him noticing, and he guessed he wasn't, so what was up with him?

Kick-ass looked up to Chris, his expression unreadable to him. He wasn't sure what this boy wanted from him, but he knew he couldn't let this moment pass without taking advantage of it. Chris grabbed Kick-ass's shoulders and kissed him. It was all just like a hollywood scene as Kick-ass responded by licking his lips softly, after which Chris opened his mouth eagerly. No consequences, just a kiss. They didn't know who they really were, and he liked things that way. God, Kick-ass was incredible. Chris couldn't have wished for a better kiss to be his first. Encouraged by the boy's movements and increasingly heavy breathing, Chris let his hands wander carefully, exploring his body.

'Mist,' he heard Kick-ass whisper as he pushed him against one of the walls. 'Why is this so good?'

'You wanna go somewhere?' Chris asked.

'Yes,' Kick-ass said, and moaned as Chris pushed his hips against him. 'Go where?'

'Come on.'

They stepped back into the car, and Red Mist drove his Mist Mobile straight back home. It was cold outside, and he had the feeling he would be wanting some privacy in the near future, so he had picked the parking lot as their hideout. Okay, okay. It was fucking risky. He just couldn't let him go. To make things a tiny bit safer, he asked Kick-ass to pull his mask over his eyes so he wouldn't remember where he had been, and he did it without questions. By the time Chris arrived at the parking lot, his heart was completely out of control. He was hoping his dad wouldn't be checking on him, but he expected he would be busy cleaning up the mess the whole night and probably wouldn't come home until the morning, as he did now and then.

'Can I look now?'

'Yeah.'

Chris didn't give him time to let his eyes adjust. He was all over him, and he'd be damned if he'd still be a complete virgin before this night ended. Finding the right button with his hands, he switched on the red moodlight he had asked his dad to get installed, and put his tongue in Kick-ass's mouth once more. To his surprise, the question of how to take off that scuba suit without pulling his mask off of his head and revealing his lover's identity, suddenly became very important.

'You want me to take it off?' Kick-ass whispered.

'Well, yeah,' Chris answered.

Kick-ass's eyes shifted from left to right. 'Aren't there cameras in here?'

'If you stay low, they won't be able to record you.'

'Well... alright...'

Kick-ass crawled to the back of the Mist Mobile, where he somehow managed to take off the green suit. In the driver's seat, Red Mist was fumbling around with his own superhero suit. God, what was he doing? What were they about to do? Hm... he knew what he wanted.

It was a rather funny sight at first; a guy completely naked except for his green mask, but Chris forgot it all as soon as he took a good look at his body. This was serious. This dude had been working out before getting out on the streets. Kick-ass looked up to him, his face just a question mark, and Chris spread his arms to him. 'Come.'

Swiftly and easily, Kick-ass laid himself upon him, and for the first time in his life, Chris felt a man's naked, aroused body to his skin. It was so epic, he had almost cried.

The Mist Mobile wasn't particularly comfortable, but it had enough space to make this possible. Making out like they would never see each other again, they almost rolled off of the seat. 'Red Mist,' Kick-ass breathed in his ear. 'Please...'

'What do you want me to do?' Chris asked, not caring what it was, he would do anything.

'Blow me,' was his hardly audible answer. 'I'll do you afterwards.'

'And why do you get to be the first?' Chris smiled, already trying to position himself to grant Kick-ass's wish, sliding to the car floor carefully. 'I saved your life.'

''Cause I'm so hard,' he moaned. 'I need it... Aah,' he squeaked as as Chris's lips gently touched his cock. It was the perfect penis to Chris, he hadn't seen very many of them, but it looked just like what a penis should look like. He also had no idea of how to do this properly (because the porn way had never seemed right to him), but he figured he should just do to it what he would want to be done to it, had he been in Kick-ass's position. It seemed to work. He was becoming noisier every ten seconds, and his hands were grasping the car seat so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

'Mist,' he groaned after a few minutes. 'I'm...I...can't hold it any longer.'

Chris didn't answer. He just waited for Kick-ass to shudder and scream out loud. He took a look at what Chris was doing to him, and the sight made him close his eyes and scream again.

'Fuck,' he yelled. 'Fuck, you're swallowing it, god-damn!'

Chris wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled. 'Well of course.'

'Fuck... You're unreal.' Slowly, his breathing returned to a normal pace. 'She never does that,' Chris thought he heard him mumble to himself.

He waited patiently. He watched his partner as he regained himself, not moving an inch, staring at the guy who was very clearly still enjoying himself because of what he had just done to him.

'What are you smiling about,' Kick-ass whispered as he lifted his head.

'You're cute,' Chris whispered, hardly believing they had reached a stage in which he could say these words to him, while they had only met for the first time hours ago.

'Okay,' the face behind the green fabric smiled. 'It's my turn.'

Chris's heart skipped a beat because he had already forgotten all about that part. Quietly obliging Kick-ass's soft directions, he sat down on the passenger's seat. The seat felt kinda weird against his naked skin. How often in a lifetime do you sit down on a car seat when you're naked? This was rare in many, many ways. Because Kick-ass's hands were gently pushing him into the seat, Chris was able to relax and lay down.

'I hope the mask won't be a problem...' Kick-ass said to himself. 'You know what, I'll put it like this...'

Chris wasn't even interested in seeing more of that pretty face anymore. He had passed that stage; he could feel his mouth, and he was going to, and that was all that mattered to him. That's why he thought he would faint the moment he felt those lips around his erection. Oh, god. The feeling was just insane. It was probably because Kick-ass's lips were so full and big, and his tongue was so warm. Jesus, he shouldn't think about his warm tongue. To think he had had it in his mouth just a few minutes ago... he felt he was already losing some fluid, and just couldn't bring himself to stop doing it.

'Sorry,' he mumbled.

'It's okay,' Kick-ass answered quietly and continued his operation. And at some point, Chris simply reached out to him and grabbed him by his mask, desperately trying to convey how much he wanted this not to stop. He felt like a mindless animal. All of his thoughts and common sense seemed to disappear and the center of his existence was relocated to the tip of his cock, where Kick-ass was sucking it all out of him. It was so intense. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew where they were, and how many cameras were in the parking basement, but the feeling Kick-ass's mouth was giving him had simply taken over. How did this work? It felt like millions of nerves were on overload, shooting messages to his brains like fucking machine guns. Shit, he was going out, he felt his conscience slipping away from him. In a surge of madness, he grabbed Kick-ass's mask once again, until he finally realized he was having an orgasm. He had been in it for seconds before his mind had even been able to grasp it.

'Aaaargh,' was what came out of his mouth when he gave in to it and dropped himself in the stream. Trying to breathe, he gasped and gasped, hoping he wasn't hurting Kick-ass. His feet were in some sort of spasm- in fact, his entire body was- and he continued to shoot everything he had in Kick-ass's throat. Dizzy as hell, he felt his mind fall back into his body, slowly connecting again. For a delicious minute, he was lying on his seat with his eyes closed. This. Was. Great. It was like he was underwater or something.

'I can't believe we just did that,' Kick-ass's voice sounded from outside of his dreams.

'You are amazing,' was all Chris could mumble. 'You are amazing and I fucking love you.'

'I don't even know who you are.'

The sudden earnestness of Kick-ass's voice struck Chris like a meteor. It was a legit point. They had just had oral sex with an almost complete stranger. Then why didn't it seem wrong to Chris at all? Maybe he was just a sex-crazy idiot? Chris smiled to himself. It was because it only made it better. Look at them, anonymous superheroes, making love in a supercar. This was the best thing ever. If this had been in a comic, he would have bought it the second it was published.

'You don't need to know, Kick-ass,' he whispered as he put his arms around him.

'Maybe I don't,' Kick-ass smiled. 'It just seems strange.'

'You'll be my secret,' Chris said. 'And nobody else will know, because I don't know who you are. It's easier this way. I don't need to know your name or your face. It doesn't mean anything after this.'

'I know,' Kick-ass said. 'I just wished I knew your name.'

'Can we do this again some time?' Chris dared ask, pulling him in for a kiss.

'I don't know, Red Mist. Who knows when we'll meet again.'

'I'll leave you a message on your myspace.'

'Alright.'

After getting their suits back on in the narrow car, he dropped him off at their meeting spot, still half in a daze. Kick-ass looked over his shoulder as he walked away, his beautiful blue eyes faintly visible in the light of the street lanterns.

'Until next time, Red Mist.'

'Until next time, baby.'

He watched him until he disappeared from his sight. Then he closed the window and drove home.

Tuesday, the 25th of May, 2010

11.09 PM