Psycho Chan's Note: I've been up all night. Literally, it's eight am-when the hell did that happen? I mean really? Seems like a couple moments ago I made myself another pot of coffee. Damn. Where does the time go? Okay, heres some yaoi for all you fangirls out there…and fanboys. Can't forget you. In my world, Ferret looks human but has furry ears and a tail. I like him, they just…fucked him up on the show. I mean really…damn.

Cut Four: Ferret

To be honest, Ferret was the first man HotStreak had fucked, and HotStreak was the first for Ferret as well. It was weird. HotStreak has just broken out of jail and needed a place to live. And the meta human Ferret just happened to be around at that time. Within a month of watching out for one another, HotStreak had fallen for him. However, getting a straight boy to go out with him was…fairly easy. All he needed was chocolate syrup and strip himself completely. That boy thought with his stomach. They dated for about five months. And the entire relationship revolved around sex and food, and often the two of them combined.

Tonight was no different. Tonight's choice was chocolate frosting, Tony's favorite. The orange haired teen, who was actually older than HotStreak, wraps his thin arms around the red head's neck, kissing him hard. With one hand, Francis rubs up Tony's bare back, heating up a plastic container in his other hand, melting the contents to a thick syrup. Both wear only their boxers, Tony slipping his tongue into HotStreak's, battling for dominance. The younger man is careful of Ferret's fangs, having cutting his tongue on them once before, and only once.

Pulling away, Tony grabs the container, swirling it slowly. He pins HotStreak down, pulling the white container to his face, taking in the sweet scent. Brown eyes fill with lust as he looks down at the larger man underneath him. With a slight tilt, the sweet liquid seeps out of the cup, coating HotStreak's broad chest. The thick frosting melts on his skin, it being cold to him, hot to everyone else who doesn't have fire powers.

Watching the chocolate long enough, Tony bends forward, his tongue lapping at the treat before it leaks to the bed. The body under him shivers as he laps up the snack, smearing the frosting everywhere before going back to clean up. Every time that tongue went near a pink nipple, Francis would arch off the bed. Those were his weak spots. Knowing that his nipples could actually have the red head purring like a kitten, Tony focused on them, lapping roughly at the erect nubs. "Ah~" HotStreak's body temperature shot up at the sudden touch, clawing the bed sheets. A low groan escapes the man as he is sucked at, a blush forming in his face. No one really took the time to pleasure him.

Unable to hold in his desire of being buried deep inside the other man, strong arms lift Tony's body off him, pinning him to the bed hastily. A grin is seen on both faces as Francis removes their boxers quickly, the lust clearly fogging his mind. With enough pre-cum on HotStreak's cock as lube, the man pushes into the smaller body, shuddering at the sensation.

Ferret arches as he is penetrated, his claws sinking into the shoulders of his boyfriend. His ears fling back in pain as his tail wraps up his leg. This part always seemed to suck. Tony was happy by the fact that HotStreak took his time this time around, sinking into him slowly, rubbing his hips for comfort. Once fully in, the man waited for the smaller body to adjust. Both shudder, a pained pleasure taking the older but smaller man.

Feeling Ferret wiggle his hips, HotStreak pulls away from the body, shuddering at the way the tight heat pushes him out just to drive back into it. Loving the sensation that he only shares with the other boy, Tony arches, a loud moan escaping his lips. Needing more once again, the moment HotStreak feels the muscles around him relax, he picks up the speed, thrusting quickly.

"AH!" Tony screams, that hot organ pumping into his body hard and fast. His tail had straightened and is now on end, shaking and twitching. Unable to stop himself, he rakes his sharpened claws down the red head's scarred back. Still embarrassed by the fact he can't keep quiet, Ferret sinks his fangs into the flesh connecting HotStreak's neck and shoulder, moaning loudly onto blood.

Even that felt amazing to the larger man, shuddering at the pain that teases his body, thrusting relentlessly. Tony is taken by an orgasm, slamming his body to HotStreak's, pulling away from swollen flesh, the furry screams at the top of his lungs, coming between their clashing bodies. Feeling the warmth clamp onto him, HotStreak tenses, coming shortly after Tony.

Slowing to a stop, Ferret pants desperately as HotStreak winces at the pain taking his back. That all too familiar feel of blood dripping down his back was draining the man. Feeling bad, Tony leans up, licking the wound on HotStreak's neck clean. With a smile, Francis ran his hands up and down the other's body.

In winter, the need for things like food and clothes doubles. The couple needed money and neither wanted to be caught stealing money again. HotStreak had barely managed to break out last time. Every time a meta human breaks out, more research is done to prevent it. After many break outs, that number has nearly stopped. Desperate to get cash, HotStreak resorted to prostitution to help out with money for him and his boyfriend. It was only a few times he did that. But it needed to be done.

Ferret was doing his normal dumpster dives, and with his stuffed nose, HotStreak sold himself often, saving up the money for when they needed it. However, Tony returned early one cold day, catching his boyfriend with someone else. Another man. Francis sold himself mostly to men, because they paid more. Especially so because he had powers now, so he sold himself for more, teasing men with his fiery powers of sheer heat and passion.

But all that passion and heat was smothered out when Francis was caught. Tony walked in to see his boyfriend on all fours, shuddering at the feel of another man. The red head hadn't even let him top. And he was letting some stranger just-

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" That scream startled both men, but more so for Francis. He was caught, an in the position he only got in for his father.

"Tony! I can explain!" Francis started.

"The hell you can!"

"I-"

"Fuck you HotStreak." And with that, Ferret ran off, not bothering to look back.

Later that night, the red head sat on their bed. Alone. Looking down at the cash he made to keep Ferret and him off the streets. The money that no longer mattered. It ruined everything. No amount of it will make Tony listen or come back. That was it.

That blade whispered his name once more. Not even trying to tell himself this was wrong and dangerous, Francis grabbed the switchblade off the nightstand, flicking it open and slowly running the blade across his wrist. The pain didn't make the rebel feel any better. It made him worse. A lot of his blood was spilt in this relationship. Why would it matter if a little more was spilt at the end?

Slumping to his side, Francis's bloody hand lands in the pile of money. The paper soaking up the seeping crimson color. That night, Francis was cold and did not get much sleep.

You can't get everything with money, but you can pay heavily for it.