Here's the next chapter.

This one goes into depth about how they got together. It's a little weird but you know what? I don't regret a thing! *flips a table* No regrets!

For Chicago, it was a pretty quiet night. The only sounds that could be heard were cars and their obnoxious horns, the occasional screaming drunk or angry pedestrian and some cats yowling in the nearby alleyways for food or just to hear themselves whine. It would be pretty peaceful if it weren't so disturbing to Aiden. He was just lying in bed, relaxing in his boxers without a care in the world and the man he loved in his arms. The vigilante glanced down at the other body occupying the somewhat comfy bed.

I gotta be honest, I never expected this to be a thing. He thought as he pulled the smaller body closer. It was warm and squishy. There was a slight huff from his partner as he readjusted himself against Aiden's side. It made the older man chuckle. He knew no one could blame him for thinking something like that. What was one supposed to think when they get with someone who was formerly their enemy? It had been so strange really but not entirely unwelcome.

"Aiden, are you alright?" The voice startled him from his thoughts. He refocused his attention on the smaller man. A man he had come to know as Defalt, though his real name was JB Marcowicz. Behind the rat mask was a rather gorgeous face that had bright blue eyes and lips that could form the cutest pouts or the sweetest smiles, sometimes the cockiest of smirks. His hair was dark, almost black, with random streaks of blue and it was very soft to the touch.

"Aiden!"

"Sorry, JB. I was just thinking about how you and I... you know, got together." Aiden didn't bother trying to hide it. Why try? It was a strange and eventful night for the both of them. The young DJ blinked and a light blush painted his cheeks as he seemed to recall the same memory.

"Aiden, can I ask you something about that night?" JB whispered softly.

"What is it?" Aiden was genuinely curious.

"Why didn't you end me? You could have easily pulled the trigger or just pushed me off the edge and put an end to my life but you didn't. I want to know why." Aiden sighed as he closed his eyes and buried his face in those soft, dark locks. He was remembering rather clearly what happened that night.

Memory Sequence

His finger brushed against the button so fast and without a second thought. The blockers that were dead ahead went up and the car that his target was driving smashed into them. It did a forward flip and landed on the other side. Aiden's car came to a screeching halt as he slammed on the brakes and when he exited the vehicle he could see smoke and fire. His eyes widened a bit. The vehicle was about to explode but there was no sign of movement.

I did it. I killed him. I- Wait a minute. His thoughts were cut short when he saw a bit of movement in the car. Someone was crawling out. From where he was standing he could tell it was Defalt. The mask was a dead giveaway. Shit. He's not dead! I need to end this.

The game continued as Aiden hauled it towards the DJ. The kid took one quick look at him before bolting down the street. The vigilante chased him after him with his phone at the ready, prepared to burst a valve or set off an explosion to throw Defalt off but he was quick and obviously a couple steps ahead but that didn't stop the older hacker. People are jumping out of their way, screaming and shouting, some were even snapping pictures or recording the chase. The black hat hacker took a sharp turn down an alley and when Aiden followed he saw that the kid was no longer on the streets but swiftly climbing up onto the rooftops.

He's not getting away that easily. Aiden growled in his head as he started ascend the latter. When they reached the top there was nowhere else to run, not unless Defalt planned on jumping and ending his own life. The vigilante doubted that would happen. He took a step towards the DJ and pointed his gun at him.

"There's nowhere else to run," Aiden said in a deadly tone. "I've finally cornered the rat of Chicago." Defalt held his hands up as he backed up towards the edge of the building. "You won't jump."

"You don't know that, Aiden Pearce. I've got nothing else to live for! You have what you want and I'll be targeted in no time. I'll probably be dead before the end of the week if you don't kill me first," Defalt said. His voice was soft with a hint of an accent that Aiden just couldn't place. His green eyes went wide when the rat mask was removed. Behind it was a face that looked defeated. "Go ahead and end me, Pearce. If anyone is going to kill me, I'd like for it to be the Fox."

"You give up far too easily, like a coward." Aiden practically ran at the kid, his hand instantly wrapped around his throat and forced him closer to the edge. The barrel of the gun was pressed to his temple. If the vigilante let go then the DJ would fall to his death and then it would be over. Defalt wasn't even putting up a fight. He just stared at Aiden with piercing blue eyes that looked ready to accept whatever came his way. It pissed the older man off.

"Why aren't you putting up a fight?"

"You have a gun to my brain and if you let me go then the pavement is the last thing I'll see in this world. Perhaps if I land on my back your face will be the last I see." Defalt laughed softly. "That wouldn't be such a bad thing." His words made something stir deep in Aiden's stomach but he shook it off. The kid was a manipulator.

"Don't think I'll grant you that satisfaction," Aiden murmured as he leaned in close. Defalt continued to stare at him with this content smile on his face. The vigilante was startled from his anger when he felt two very shaky hands touch the mask hiding the lower part of his face. "What are you doing? Stop touching me! I'll pull this fucking trigger!"

"Make me stop, Pearce. Do something about it," Defalt whispered as his fingertips wrapped around the hem of the fabric and started to pull it down. "I'm waiting."

Aiden growled. He couldn't pull the trigger and he couldn't let the kid go. When he tried his hands just froze up. So, as a last ditch effort he pulled the DJ away from the edge and tossed him away, sending him sprawling on the rooftop. They were both equally confused but only one dared to speak,

"What are you doing? You wanted to kill me, didn't you? So why didn't you kill me? Fucking shoot me or something!"

"I can't, so shut the hell up!" Aiden tossed the gun aside and rubbed his face angrily. He didn't even know why he couldn't do it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to kill the hacker but he just couldn't do it. Something told him it was wrong, that he shouldn't cut someone's life short, like how Maurice cut Lena's life short. He dropped to his knees while clutching his head and sighed. "I just can't do it."

Defalt was confused a bit himself. He could see the pain and the conflict written on the older man's face and while he normally would have enjoyed it, it actually broke his heart a little bit. He rose to his feet and approached Aiden, his hand touching the top of the hat that covered the vigilante's head. Their eyes met and nothing was said. Defalt lowered himself to the ground. His hand fell from the hat and down to Aiden's shoulder while the other pulled down the face cover, the tip of his index finger brushed against dry lips.

"I wasn't lying when I said that seeing your face before I die wouldn't be a bad thing," Defalt murmured softly before doing the unthinkable. He took a daring step and pressed his lips against Aiden's. The older hacker was stunned. His mind told him to push the kid away but instead he grabbed him by his arms and pulled him closer, turning the kiss from gentle to viciously passionate. Things went from there pretty fast.

They ended up back at one of the hideouts scattered across the area, clothes were tossed aside, words were said and the next morning, Aiden woke up with Defalt curled up next to him. There was a smile on the kid's face. The only thing that was out of place was his phone that had the profile app opened up. It was aimed right at Defalt. Curious, he grabbed it.

Name: JB Marcowicz
Age: 25
Profession: DJ, Professional Hacker

The note below the information made Aiden chuckle.

You're stuck with me now, Pearce.

End Memory Sequence

JB was still waiting for an answer. His fingers were idly drawing random patterns on his partner's chest. He jumped a bit when Aiden finally broke the silence.

"I could have killed you that night but I just couldn't bring myself to do it," Aiden whispered softly as he ran his fingers through JB's hair. The DJ practically purred. "I didn't want to cut such a young life short. I didn't want to be like the people who killed Lena."

"But you could have done the world a favor by killing me. Hell, I'm a target now. So one way or another I'm going to die," Defalt confessed. He wasn't going to hide the fact that he had done a lot of bad things for a lot of horrible people. There was also no hiding that he was a wanted by many, including Aiden's allies. Someone would find him and they would kill him.

"JB, I want you to realize that I could have done a lot of things in my life. Whether it was for the greater good or not. I don't regret what I've done so far. The only thing I regret is getting Lena killed and breaking my family apart." Aiden glanced down at his young partner. "I won't regret you."

A light blush appeared on JB's cheeks and in an effort to hide it he buried his face into Aiden's chest. The older man chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of the kid's head.

"In computer terms, we're connected now."

"That is the corniest thing I've ever heard! Don't you ever say it again, Aiden Pearce!"