Chapter Content Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, mature themes, yaoi goodness, some foul language, etc.
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Catastrophe
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Chapter 3: Wishing You Weren't Here
This totally sucked.
Big time.
At this point, Ben was sure his day couldn't get any worse. But of course, you give the universe a challenge, and it's sure to accept it. And its answer to his unsaid question was of course a horrible yes; his day could get a lot worse. Ben almost wondered if Animo and the universe-that-seemingly-hates-him were in cahoots, because he sure would have never even dreamed of what Animo had come up with.
Of course the 'pet' thing was new. It wasn't like he hadn't been chained up or treated like a dangerous feral dog before, but the concept of him actually acting as a pet or being treated like one had never come up previously. Animo, however, had obviously not got the memo about not crossing that line between super-villain and creeper bad-guy. Chaining up your archenemy on a bed and blackmailing him into being your pet definitely crossed into the creepy zone in Ben's head. Things could be worse; the thought came from seemingly out of nowhere, and Ben almost immediately dismissed it. At least Animo wasn't…trying anything…with him. Oh god…images! "My own head must hate me today…" Ben grumbled.
Animo looked across at him curiously, having only heard a slight mutter from the slouching hybrid that didn't seem to translate into a comprehensible sentence. Both sat on the main couch in Animo's living room, though Ben had scooted as far as possible away from the other. After verifying Ben would hold up his end of the deal, Animo had 'suggested' they move to a more…comfortable…location. Which just so happened to be the couch in his living room. Due to the only door leading out of the bedroom other than the bathroom door led to the decently sized living room, Ben hadn't gotten a good look at his surroundings. But he was stunned that Animo seemed to live in a clean, surprisingly well-kept double bedroom apartment. The living room itself, much like the bedroom, wasn't a huge statement in itself of the person living there. But then again, it wasn't like they sold a comfy couch set at Haverty's that screamed "Hi! I'm an evil genius who wants to take over the world using mutated animals!". There was a gray couch, set with its back to the bedroom door, directly in front of the flat screen TV, and a small side table with a remote and lamp sat beside it. At a right angle to the table and couch, an armchair sat all by itself in the corner of the room. Every wall Ben had seen so far was a very pale sky-blue. Each room also boasted decent wood flooring, except for the bedroom, which had been stripped clear of all furniture and decorations except for the bed and side table, and the floors bare to the cement foundation. Overall, it wasn't all terribly impressive, more like the average middle-class income home.
What puzzled Ben was why Animo, or rather how, Animo had come upon such a place. When did the villain find time to even buy a house? Other than battling him constantly, Ben knew little of his enemy's lifestyle. "So…what do you think?" Ben snapped his head up from resting it against his chest, jolted from his pondering by the sound of Animo's voice. "Huh? What?" He hadn't really been paying attention to his 'captor', too busy with his own musings to realize that Animo had been slowly inching towards him from the opposite side of the couch. Only a few inches apart now, Animo repeated his question strangely patiently, like a parent reprimanding a child. "I said, what do you think?" Ben gave him a confused look, not quite following what he was asking. "What do I think of what?" Animo rubbed his temple exasperatedly. "Honestly Ben! What do think of my home?" Understanding finally dawned on Ben, and he jerked his head about, taking in the room once more before answering. "I...uh...it's…nice?" Taking that as an acceptable answer from the young boy, Animo allowed himself a small smile. He really is adorable, he thought, watching the flustered hero try to read his expression. His emerald eyes were narrowed slightly, staring stoically at his folded hands in his lap, a light blush on his cheeks. "Ben…" Animo spoke in a hushed tone, as if talking to a frightened animal. Ben looked up from his lap at Animo, curiously wary, questioning without words. Animo was slowly reaching towards him, an outstretched hand lightly brushing a tuft of hair from Ben's eyes. Green eyes followed the movements wide-eyed, unblinkingly as the fingers just barely touched his forehead. For a moment, neither moved, Animo carefully observing the other's reaction. Ben recovered from his shock quickly, shoving himself backwards and jerking away from the reaching hand. "Wha—what are you playing at Animo?!" Ben sputtered angrily, glaring heatedly at the villain. Animo tilted his head at the former hero. "What am I playing at?" He grinned suddenly, and moving too fast for Ben to even realize what he was doing, he knocked the hybrid onto his back on the sofa cushions. Swiftly he grabbed both the boy's hands and pinned them above his head on the couch. Ben found himself suddenly under his enemy, pinned and defenseless, as Animo leered down at him from his newfound position. Squirming furiously, Ben seethed at being taken by surprise so easily. That bastard… "Let me go! Let me..." The younger trailed off as he noticed Animo securing both his wrists with one hand. The other slowly started to trace its way down his side, sweeping lightly yet firmly. And most definitely in a sensual manner. As the appendage reached his abdomen, it stopped suddenly. Slowly, teasingly, the hand started its way up underneath Ben's shirt.
Feeling fingertips smoothing over his stomach, Ben froze in shock, staring straight ahead at nothing. Animo smirked again, moving his hand up even farther under the hero's shirt. The hand came to stop when he reached a slight bump on the otherwise smooth chest. Bingo… A fingertip gently brushed over it, causing Ben to tense up and let out a gasp. "You're so sensitive…first time, huh?" Animo said with a grin on his face. The comment pushed Ben out of his stupor. "You…ugh…stop that…gah…right now!" The villain smirked devilishly as he took the hardening bud in his fingers and twisted it sharply. Ben arched without realizing it, a short gasp escaping his throat. "Why? You seem to be enjoying yourself…" Baring his teeth furiously, Ben's cat ears lowered themselves in an aggressive manner as a hiss escaped his throat. Animo felt the long since forgotten tail of the former hero twitching madly behind his back, clearly expressing the boy's current attitude. Though Animo could have already guessed it. "You...you asshole!" The hero again twisted desperately in the villain's hold, green eyes flashing angrily. He hated this feeling of utter helplessness that Animo seemed to love making him experience. "Tsk, tsk; that's naughty language coming from something as…adorable…as you, Tennyson." The white-haired elder tutted in a mother hen way, removing his hand from underneath Ben's shirt and easily grabbing his chin. He tilted the boy's head up, looking into those entrancing green orbs. Ben roughly jerked his chin away, breaking the eye contact abruptly. Instead of looking at his tormentor, he glared heatedly at the carpeted floor.
Animo nearly sighed at the lost sensation of those lovely green eyes. If the boy persists in being so stubborn…there are other ways of making him compliant. Moving his hand southwards again on the boy, but passing his earlier mark, and settling instead on the rim of loose-fitting jeans, Animo waited for Ben's reaction. But he was sorely disappointed when there was none. Ben was still staring hatefully at the unfortunate carpet, trying to burn a hole through it; he was still effectively ignoring Animo, determined not to lose what he saw as a battle of wills. Like hell if Animo thought he was going to be submissive to that bastard. Frowning with his mouth only—his eyes still held a mischievous glint—Animo decided to take his tactic a step farther. The hand traveled past the edge of the pants, instead going under the material and slipping underneath another piece of fabric beneath the jeans. And finding what the hands had been searching for, fingers wrapped lightly around it. It was then that Animo finally got the response he wanted. Ben went as rigid as a post, his regular breathing suddenly turning into soft pants. A muffled whimper came from him. His hands in Animo's grip clenched until his knuckles turned white. "Sooooo Ben, don't you like the wall color? Such a nice shade of blue, don't you think? Of course, I myself think that green, maybe a pale olive color would have looked wonderful. Your thoughts?" The bizarre comments on wall color somehow reached through the clouded haze and Ben's mind and prompted a reply from him. "Y-you're…c-crazy Animo." The blush on the brunette's face had deepened, turning a most becoming shade of red. The rest of his expression though was clearly flustered and pissed about it. Animo doubted the boy had any 'experience' so to speak, being a hero undoubtedly took away most of his free time and made relationships next to impossible. Not that Animo was very different. After he had become a super villain, apart from chasing people or being chased by the hero, he had no physical contact with others. Because after all, who would date an evil psychopath? But there were of course the years before he had turned to crime; he had once known the touch of another, but the feeling had long since passed.
Snorting softly at the weak insult, Animo leaned down over his captive with a devious grin. "Am I now?" He said softly into the twitching gray ear, no doubt tickling the tiny sensitive hairs within. Ben pressed himself deeper into the couch cushions, but Animo only lowered himself farther, his hand moving again within the confines of the boy's pants. "A-ahh!" Ben again arched off of the couch, but was ground back down harshly by the villain. "Don't—don't do that!" Ben gasped. He bit down harshly onto his lip as a moan tried to escape. Animo's hand moved again, eliciting a squeak and a muffled whimper from the brunette. "Why…are you…doing this?" The words came between gasps and pants, as the hand had started to pick up a little speed, stroking the boy's member. Animo leaned down again and took the tip of one of Ben's twitching gray appendages in his mouth and nibbled lightly on it as he answered. "Why?" He paused in his nibbling and stroking, sitting up on the small boy and looking thoughtful. "Hhmm…" The super villain contemplated, a stray hand (NOT the one that had been doing—things—to Ben) scratched his chin in a comical thinking stance. "Well, for one, for revenge. Consider this payback for all those years you mocked and thwarted me, Tennyson." Animo smirked down at the pissed hero, no doubt striking a nerve with his overly arrogant attitude. "And two…you do make a lovely pet. Cute, submissive, weak…" Animo trailed off, wanting the hero to put two and two together himself. "Submissive?!" Ben screeched, pulling futilely at the elder's grip on his hands, which didn't waver a bit at his struggling. "Who the hell are you calling submissive?! Like I would ever bow down to a freak like you!" That last comment did tick Animo off a little. He, not Ben, was the victor here! When was the boy going to realize that?
Answering Animo's unspoken question, Ben jerked one hand free from the villain's grip and curled his hand into a fist. With little warning, he swung wildly at the villain's face. Frowning still from the last insult, and now this little cheap shot, Animo caught the fist easily, stopping it in its tracks. Yet again Ben found himself with both hands suspended and useless. He snarled, lip curling up to unexpectedly show off an overly sharp pair of canines. Another unanticipated twist from the DNA configurator's blast. Increasing the pressure on his hold on the small hand in his grip, he squeezed until Ben visibly winced in pain. "You should know by now…little hero…that resisting me is pointless." Hissing as the grip on his fist tightened to the point where he could almost hear his small bones creak, Ben snapped back angrily at his captor. "Did you steal that line from some movie, doc? Because it sounds like something some cheesy screenwriter would put on a manuscript." Frustrated that his young charge was still not seeing the point of his argument, he decided to just take it one step farther. Releasing the painful hold on Ben's hand, he instead transferred it to where he was holding both his limbs down again. Then he reached around to his own backside, sticking his hand deep in his back pocket, searching. When the hand reappeared, the older's long, gray fingers clenched a coiled piece of black rope. Eyes catching sight of the cord, Ben threw a fit beneath the villain, tossing and twisting desperately to get away. "Stop it! What are you doing?! Let the fuck go!" His arms remained immobile as Animo raised them up about an inch of the couch and wound the thick black rope around his wrists tightly. Tying the two ends together in a perfect knot, the villain got up and stood back to admire his work for a moment. Ben frantically tried to loosen the hindrance on his hands so he could twist them free, but to no avail. The rope remained taut, not giving a single inch to his desperate struggles. Hissing furiously at his failure, he turned his indignant green gaze on the one responsible for his miserable defeat. "Get. This. OFF!" He screeched at the smirking bad guy. Smirk widening further, Animo shook his head sternly. "I don't think I shall. You've been such a bad kitty after all, even when I tried to give you a nice little…stroking. I think you're rather in need of some punishment to rectify this naughty behavior." The lewd tone in the other's voice tipped Ben off just enough to know what exactly his 'punishment' would be. He shuddered at the unpleasant thought, cheeks heating up without his consent. Animo stalked back over to the couch, moving akin to a lion hunting prey, pinning the younger by climbing onto his small chest on his hands and knees. Ben's bound hands moved to the other's chest to try and push him off. But accomplished nothing other than gaining the attention of the one pinning him. "I see from your face that you're rather excited to be punished…" Animo leaned over and whispered in the small feline ear, a sultry coating over his silky voice. Again the younger blushed furiously, unable to stop the heat flooding to his cheeks at the comment. "I am not!" He defended himself quickly, glaring defiantly at Animo. However his gaze widened when Animo chuckled and spoke again into his trembling gray ear. "I'll make sure you enjoy every second of your punishment, little hero…" Stepping off the cushions abruptly, the villain straightened up to full height, gazing at the mess he had made of the now seemingly tiny hero. His green eyes shocked, ears flattened on his head in a show of anxiety, tail fluffed up with fear. Quickly bending over the hero, he scooped him up in his arms as if he was a small child—which, technically speaking, he was. "H-hey!" Ben yelped in surprise as he was picked up from the couch cushions and cradled in the arms of his archenemy. The older male gripped him tightly to his chest, clutching at him like he might try to run away. Which [if he could] he certainly would have. Animo started towards his bedroom door, striding across the living room floor with growing anticipation. "W-wait! Where are we going?!" Ben cried in surprise as the bedroom's entrance grew ever nearer. Judging from Animo's tone before, that room was definitely not where he wanted to be right now. Smiling almost gently at the hybrid hero in his arms, which was most unlike him, Animo said happily as if was the most normal thing in the world, "To give you a bath of course!"
Yay! Another chapter done! I've now beat my own personal record of two chapters for a story! Sad, I know XD. I wrote most of this after watching Junjou Romantica (OMG LOVE that show!) episodes, so if you see the similarities, its because there are quite a few. Also, if you can tell me what movie is referenced for that famous catchphrase, you get a cookie! (or something) Anyway, as always, please rate and review! I would love to hear from readers; of course, please keep your opinions professional, if you want a place to flame, go visit a campfire, because I'm not interested!
Also, if you see any grammar errors, PLEASE TELL ME! I can't stand it when I read something that isn't grammatically correct, so you shouldn't have too either!
Thanks for reading and be sure to look forward to the next chapter!
-Aquilibra