~The Grubs, Pierce's home~
The hero finished washing himself off; he had to get out now. His body shook under its own weight. Still, he made his way out of the tub, and with a weak hand, he covered his body with a towel.
Pierce had left two towels in the bathroom. They didn't look used—plain white and big enough for Oxzy to cover himself. The white turned into a damp pink as blood ran from his wounds. The hero pushed through with gritted teeth to wash the water off.
He took extra care when wiping the bite wounds. With hesitant arms, he washed the painful part beneath him.
The warm bath helped with the pain. Throwing up and sitting down for a while gave him a bit of an energy boost. His throat was still sore, though the place that hurt most was slowly going numb. Sitting in the tub for at least an hour, Oxzy felt his body begin to numb.
The only pain came from the marks on his body. They still bled heavily, so the hero was relieved to see a box of band-aids on the bathroom counter. He smiled faintly—the villain had small band-aids? What would he use those for?
Shaking his head, the hero used what he needed. A few band-aids covered his chest, two of them over the deep bites. His neck had a few more; Oxzy used at least one to cover the less painful marks.
It was a hassle, but once he finished, he let out a sigh of relief. He turned to the clothes folded on the toilet stool. Picking them up, Oxzy ran his fingers through the fabric.
Pierce had given him a large pair of black sport shorts. The drawstring would help him tighten them around his waist. Along with them came a pair of black boxers, which also looked a bit big. When the hero put them on, his face turned deep red. He couldn't help but think about whether Pierce had worn them before.
Of course he had worn them—they were his clothes. Now Oxzy wore them, and they hung loosely over his flat chest. The clothes were big on him, but somehow that made them more comfortable.
The hero shook the thoughts off. Looking down, he spotted a large T-shirt in deep olive green. Oxzy had never seen Pierce wear anything green—only red or black. Was it a new shirt?
Oxzy put it on, wincing slightly as it brushed over the purple bruises. He looked back in the mirror, and now he understood why he'd never seen Pierce wear it. It was far too big on him, so it must have been big on Pierce too. The sleeves hung past his upper arms, completely hiding the ugly bruises there.
The shirt reached his thighs, nearly covering the sport shorts underneath. He felt strange wearing it; it made him look smaller than he actually was. The hero stood six feet tall—why did such a large shirt make him seem so small?
Thinking about that, he realized Pierce was only a few feet taller than him. How had he managed to carry him to the bathroom? Was his strength really that great, or was Oxzy simply light?
The thought annoyed the hero, so instead, he turned his mind back to the decision he'd made in the bath. He still sensed it was a bad idea—that he shouldn't go through with it.
The villain and he were exact opposites. The villain destroyed, killed, and laughed at the innocent. The hero helped the innocent, repaired what was destroyed, and saved people. If the hero went through with this idea—to sleep with the villain—
It...
Well, he didn't know what it would cause.
What would happen afterward? The hero had nowhere to go; his home was destroyed, and he had no relatives left in town. No one to help him. He was only staying with Pierce to heal—what was he supposed to do next?
If he did have sex with Pierce, the villain might refuse. He might deny him, leave him at his wit's end, and throw him onto the streets with no powers.
Oxzy doubted that, though. No matter how much the villain wanted to kill him, the hero could see lust behind his eyes. He looked pent up, eager to do at least something—he grew bored quickly and excited just as fast.
Pierce had once had a girlfriend to keep him grounded, to be there and give him the relief he needed so he wouldn't destroy everything around him. Since her passing, he had grown more aggressive. He seemed to want to fight Oxzy at every turn, so maybe sleeping with him would serve the same purpose.
The same as fighting. It required a lot of energy, and the villain, full of it as he was, could manage it in a heartbeat.
Oxzy, on the other hand... still felt faint pain throughout his body. He had covered most of it, hiding the marks that burned with every touch. His insides still felt wrong. Traces of other men seemed stuck inside him, leaving him with lasting pain.
But that was one of the reasons Oxzy wanted to do it with Pierce.
The villain would get rid of it. He could cover up the ruined parts, cover them up and leave the hero with nothing but himself. Trace over Oxzy's memories with something new. It wasn't much better, but it would be consensual. It would be wanted by both of them. Oxzy knew the villain much better than the other men, better than any of those who had been inside him.
Oxzy recoiled at the thought. His hands covered his bare shoulders, holding back the urge to shy away, to shake it off. He looked at the mirror in front of him, his own body on full display.
He was already ruined. What more could someone do?
A few hours passed, and the villain stayed seated on his bed. No sounds came from the bathroom. The hero had gone quiet; he didn't sound in pain as he dried himself off and changed.
Pierce only heard the faint sounds of shuffling until it went silent.
He grew bored, so he reached for the phone on the side desk. It was still dead. The villain gritted his teeth in anger. He was bored, anticipating the hero coming out, sleeping, eating, doing something. But the man stayed silent.
The villain looked back down at the phone in his hand. With light yellow sparks, the phone began to grow hot. It felt feverishly hot in Pierce's palm. The villain kept going, leaking his pent-up energy into the phone.
A few minutes later, the phone buzzed on. The villain kept the energy coursing, watching the screen come to full life. The battery was at 2% when Pierce heard the door open.
Before he could read the notification that popped up on the screen, he looked up toward the sound. His door was already open; he turned to face the bathroom door just outside his room.
His eyes met Oxzy's. The hero walked out with a tight but relaxed expression. The villain dropped the phone beside him within a second, all his attention fixed on the man walking toward him.
He didn't know what to expect, but he certainly hadn't expected Oxzy to come so close. Without a word, the hero walked between the villain's long legs. He straddled his lap, wrapped his arms around Pierce's shoulders, and leaned forward. His face was inches from Pierce's, who looked shocked beneath him.
Pierce's face drew back slightly as Oxzy leaned in, tilting his head and watching Pierce's composure unravel.
"What?" Oxzy asked softly. He moved his hips forward, resting his bare knees against Pierce's hips, settling them on the bed, his arms dangling around the villain's neck without a care.
He moved closer, breathing against the villain's neck. He felt the man beneath him flinch slightly, his body tensing with each movement. That, and something hard grew beneath his sweatpants.
It pressed against Oxzy's open thighs. The hero tensed, sucking in a breath as he raised his body to look down at Pierce. The man was beet red, sweat dripping from his face, but he kept a straight expression.
Oxzy smirked slightly. "Seems like you want something..."
"Want something?" Pierce repeated, tilting his head up at the man above him. "First time I've seen you wear shorts..."
"You gave them to me..." Oxzy couldn't help the growl in his words. He was trying to sound seductive, but having never done it before, he was failing.
"I thought you'd want to cover your skin." Pierce relaxed beneath him, leaning back on his hands to gaze up at the man on top of him. "Besides, that's the only thing I gave you that I don't wear often."
"Well, I hope you shower often." Oxzy half-mumbled, shaking his head and scolding himself for straying from what he'd come out here to do.
Pierce giggled softly, his body relaxed while Oxzy's remained tense. The hero wanted that to change, but he didn't know how to make the man more docile. It would be easier to take advantage of the situation that way, but knowing Pierce, it would probably excite him more than anything.
Oxzy could use that to his advantage, and since it was the only option, he decided to sink into the act. His hand moved from Pierce's shoulder, running through his auburn hair. He skimmed his fingers around, leaning his chest forward to touch Pierce's bare skin.
"Your room is cold, but you're hot right now..."
"Because you're exciting me..." Pierce closed his eyes, savoring the touches Oxzy littered over him. The hero gave him a confused look, and Pierce couldn't help but smile. "I shouldn't feel like this when you look..." His voice trailed off.
The hero tensed, his hand stopping in Pierce's hair. He moved it back down, wrapping around Pierce's neck. "Don't mention that. I... I want you to erase them..."
Pierce gave him a shocked look, his eyes digging deep into Oxzy's gray-blue ones. The hero seemed desperate, as if he wanted to wash away everything that had happened—so desperately that he was asking the villain to do it.
The villain. The man of destruction, of unpredictability.
The hero hated that; he despised the villain. They had wanted to kill each other, had nearly done it more than once.
Now...
The hero asked him to get rid of it—to help wash it away with new memories of himself, to coat the horror written on his body with something else.
It somehow made the villain feel privileged. He was the only one the hero wanted to do this with—to take him over, to touch every part that had been bruised and bitten, covering it with his own.
To Pierce's dismay, the thought excited him. His body grew hot, and the man on top of him noticed immediately. The villain did want it; he had been pent up for years since Rosamee's passing. Now the man he couldn't help but lust after sat on his lap with an "innocent" expression.
Begging him.
It wasn't much of a choice for Pierce. He had nothing to lose in this—only a good release for himself. The decision came quickly.
Oxzy saw the look in Pierce's eyes; it told him all he needed to know. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
Pierce opened his mouth, letting Oxzy in without hesitation. Oxzy leaned forward, slipping his tongue inside the villain's mouth, sucking lightly on his lips.
Pierce gave a shadow of a smirk, tilting his head back to let Oxzy go deeper. His hand slid from the bed to the hero's back, moving beneath the oversized shirt to find the hero's slim frame.
His hand traveled upward, gliding over the hero's tense shoulder muscles.
Oxzy flinched slightly, growling between kisses.
Pierce chuckled softly, opening his mouth further for the man to explore. Oxzy obliged, biting at his jaw before leaning in deeper.
Pierce used his other hand to grab at the front of Oxzy's chest. He lifted the shirt and swept his hand across a few bruises, earning a moan in response.
"Doh-mh...!"
Pierce pulled away, drool trailing from the heated kiss. "Thought the whole point was to cover up those bastards' marks?"
Oxzy shot him a glare, his eyes dazed, his lips red and wet. Saying nothing, the hero leaned in to kiss him again. Pierce welcomed it, letting the hero deepen the kiss, their tongues clashing in frenzied lust.
The hero grew bolder, eager to hasten things toward sex. His hand slid down to Pierce's lap, landing on something long and hard.
His grip tightened.
The villain's eyes shot open in shock, his face flushing red as Oxzy gave him a small smirk.
The hero's hand began to explore, rubbing slowly at the fabric. The villain let out a low growl, eyeing him. His grip on the man's back shifted to his waist, tightening with each gentle stroke.
The hero grabbed the clothed length with a sudden motion. A burst of energy surged through Pierce's body, and within seconds, he flipped their positions.
Oxzy now lay on his back beneath the energized villain. He was about to speak when Pierce pulled the shirt up over his mouth. The oversized fabric covered his head, leaving only his eyes visible to watch the man moving above him.
Pierce traced his hand along the hero's chest, moving down to his waist before stopping at the boxers. He pulled them off gently, leaning in to face the hero.
The shorts slid down softly as the villain began kissing the hero's sweaty cheek. While drying the trail of tears, Pierce pulled the boxers free, leaving Oxzy in nothing but the oversized shirt.
Oxzy flushed bright red, holding back winces as his wounds were touched. The villain paid the pain no mind, grasping the hero's exposed, erect member.
"Mgh!" Oxzy closed his eyes, pushing the shirt down in a poor attempt to cover himself.
Pierce didn't flinch at the feeble effort to push his hand away. He stroked the man beneath him, watching pre-cum drip from the tip.
"Already this pent up? And I thought I was the dog..." Pierce eyed him, breathing against his cheek to coax his eyes open.
Oxzy obeyed, reluctant as the man began to mock him. "Noht... Fuck-mh!" His words cut off as Pierce sped up.
He gripped the sheets with his free hand, having never been touched like this before. In truth, he had no sexual experience at all—aside from the encounter with the gang members, he had never slept with anyone. He'd only kissed and briefly dated a few girls, so everything about sex, or setting the mood, felt foreign to him.
It was clear Pierce would take the lead; he'd had a girlfriend for years to share such experiences with. Still, it made Oxzy wonder why the man could do this so willingly with another man. Was it because it was Oxzy specifically? Or had Pierce simply gone without release for so long that he'd take whatever came his way?
But it didn't really matter.
Oxzy was only using him to cover up the wounds inflicted on him. Pierce was probably just doing it for fun.
So none of it mattered.
Oxzy felt lightheaded, the sensations coursing through his body overwhelming. He was completely at the mercy of Pierce's experienced hands.
When the villain noticed Oxzy losing himself, he slowed down. Carefully, without warning, he withdrew his own member, sliding it alongside Oxzy's dripping one as he settled himself between the hero's spread thighs.
The hero's eyes shot open as he felt the villain's hard length press against his bare skin. It was hot, the stiff shaft far too large.
There was no way it would fit inside him. A surge of fear shot through Oxzy, and he instinctively moved his hand from the sheets to the villain's chest.
Pierce ignored the sudden push, using his other hand to probe at the hero's swollen entrance.
"Hgg!" Oxzy shut his eyes, tears stinging as white dots filled his vision.
The villain slowly, gently pushed a finger inside. He felt the hero clamp down hard around it—hot, almost comforting.
Sharp pain shot through the hero's body, his back arching, tears rolling down his face. Pain and pleasure mingled throughout him, his insides stirred by Pierce's long, slender finger.
Once again, the villain seemed practiced, moving with clear knowledge of what he was doing. It felt mostly—and surprisingly—good, nearly as good as having his member stroked.
Still, he was sore inside, the sensation of being probed painful. His hand pressed harder against Pierce, though the villain barely noticed. He slowly added another finger, feeling the hero clamp down once more.
He smiled, sweat dripping from his brow, savoring the sight of the hero spread before him—flushed, sweaty, overwhelmed with uncontrollable pleasure.
Without warning, Pierce thrust his fingers in roughly.
"Fahg!" Oxzy cried out, his eyes snapping open as tears spilled free. He cried out in pain and pleasure as his insides were worked over.
"Breathe, Ox, I know you can do it," Pierce said with a smirk, leaning down to suck at his flushed, reddened chest.
The hero twisted, filling the open-roofed room with his moans. The sound filled the villain's ears, and it felt wonderful to him. He imagined the whole neighborhood could hear the man—and honestly, he wanted them to. He wanted them to hear the hero enjoying himself.
To hear the hero with the villain. To know the hero was his.
Oxzy was his in this moment.
A rush of excitement surged through the villain, and he quickened his movements. His fingers worked faster as he watched the hero struggle to hold back his voice.
Oxzy covered his mouth with his hand, biting down hard. The villain took it as a challenge, smirking as he pressed firmly against his member.
The hero flinched wildly, right on the edge.
The villain suppressed his own orgasm, gripping his member tightly. The hero pressed harder against his chest, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes.
Pierce bit at his neck, breathing hot against his ear.
"Mmhhh—!" The hero tightened, holding back his tears and his voice even more.
The villain huffed, sweat falling down his face. It had been a long time since he'd done anything like this—maybe he'd lost a bit of his edge? He only gave a chuckle at the thought, spreading the hero's thighs open, and thrust deeply inside.
The hero's chest shot up, his back arching at the searing pain. He suddenly felt the villain push his fingers apart while inside him. They pressed against his insides.
His mind and vision lost focus. His eyes shot open as his member sprayed white cum up and over his red chest.
His hand fell from his mouth, small whimpers and pants escaping his lips. His eyes were closed, exhausted tears running down his cheeks.
The villain pulled out slowly, leaving Oxzy confused. He heard nothing as Pierce leaned toward his face; he turned slightly, meeting the villain's peering brown eyes.
"This is your last chance. All you gotta do is say no, Oxzy, and I'll stop if it's too much." The villain's voice was soft, his eyes showing nothing but the truth.
Pierce was giving him a choice, letting him decide whether to stop, to end it. But the hero had already decided he was going through with it.
He had made up his mind.
He wanted the memories gone, the lingering pain erased. And Pierce was clearly on board with helping get rid of it—he wanted to do it. So did Oxzy.
The hero turned his face to the side, a daring look aimed at the villain above him. "Just fuck me already. Don't be a coward..."
The panting words made the villain smile wildly; it felt like a challenge now. So, if the hero wanted it that badly, he would oblige.
Without a word, the villain turned the hero onto his side. He lifted one of the hero's legs over his shoulder while the other stayed tucked beneath him. Oxzy's face was pressed into the pillow, confusion running through his head.
The confusion turned to realization when Pierce pressed his hard member against his hole. The hero's body reactively clenched, tightening at the touch. The villain didn't care—he pushed himself inside.
It was harder this time; the hero was tense, trying to push him back out. The villain was too pent up to slow down. He tried to enter gently, but it proved too difficult.
He shoved himself inside all at once.
The hero's head shot up, his eyes wide open.
"Fagh—!"
He clutched the sheets for dear life, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming pain.
"You're not breathing, Ox." Pierce eased his way inside, feeling the man clamp down on him. It was almost suffocatingly tight.
He slowed his pace, rubbing the hero's waist, running his hand up to his heaving chest. The man buried his face in the pillow, suppressing his lovely voice.
The villain wanted to hear more. He wanted to push the man to his limits.
He wanted it. He could take it, then.
The villain pulled out slowly, hearing the soft exhale from Oxzy. Without a word, he thrust fully back in, gripping the hero's leg draped over his shoulder. It was difficult—the hero's hole clenched tightly around him—but Pierce pushed through with a wide smile.
He thrust slowly in and out, trying to coax the hero into moving with him. But the hero stayed buried in the pillow, letting nothing escape.
The villain glared at him, pushing all the way in, then slamming back out and in again.
"Mmgf—!" The hero cried into the pillow, clutching the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
Still, it wasn't enough for Pierce. He slammed himself inside, quickly picking up speed. He thrust his hips forward, sending the hero into the headboard.
The man's head shot up. "Pi—Agh!"
"That's it..." the villain sighed, the pleasure intense. He savored the hero's movements, his body slamming into the bed with each hard thrust.
His face burned bright red, drool slipping from his open mouth. His voice filled the open room—the whole world could hear the hero's pleasure.
The pain seemed to vanish; the more the villain thrust inside him, the more the hero felt nothing but that.
That feeling.
It made him speed up, driving himself deeper to chase the whole sensation.
The hero arched his neck, crying out in moans. "Ah—Ahg, fu—!"
Pierce grew more energized now that Oxzy let his voice out. He held tight to the leg resting on his shoulder, thrusting his whole length in, feeling the man clamp down on him—hot and wet.
The hero's cock stood high and red against his flushed body. His hands splayed across the bed, grasping at anything within reach.
"Pierc—! Fagh, mmhg—!" Oxzy no longer held back his voice; everything was too much for his body to contain.
The sensation ran up his spine and into his head until he couldn't tell where he was, who was thrusting into him. All he could register was the pounding pleasure coursing through his being.
"You're so tight... hah," Pierce chuckled to himself, his body quickening on its own as he pressed closer to bury himself fully inside Oxzy.
His body burned hot, blood pumping rapidly, as though he were on fire. He knew he might end up actually lighting himself aflame from the pleasure.
He had done it before, with Rosamee. He'd burned his girlfriend during sex.
He clawed at the hero's stretched leg, digging his nails deep into his skin. His own skin sizzled faintly, smoke curling from his panting mouth as heat overtook his body.
His hand grew hot against Oxzy's thigh, the skin beneath it heating rapidly. The hero yelled out in pain.
"Pierce! Ahg—!" His hand shot to Pierce's, gripping the one squeezing his leg.
The villain smirked, sweat running down his neck. "What? I'm just covering up their marks on you... just like you asked..."
He murmured closer to the man's ear, his skin flushed, body tense all over. The hero shut his lips and pressed his face into his own shoulder. He cried out at the pain, but instead of pushing the villain away, he grabbed his hand. The evil man's touch burned, scorching hot against his skin.
He held on tight, soaking the sheets with his tears. The villain gave a low coo, covering the hero's hand with his own. He moved closer, bending Oxzy's leg further to press against his ribs.
Surprisingly, the hero was very flexible. His leg bent with ease, letting Pierce continue to pound into him.
"Fagh, mah!"
"I'll cover everything, Ox..." Pierce whispered in the man's ear, hot breath tickling his flushed skin. "Keep crying..."
Oxzy gave a weak glare. "Crazy fucker...!"
Pierce smiled, genuine happiness flickering in his expression. With one hand still pressing Oxzy's leg, he slid the other behind the man's head, fingers ruffling through his damp black curls, lifting his face from the wet pillow.
"Pahg—Pierce—!" Oxzy's mouth was swallowed by Pierce's lips.
He dug his tongue inside, sucking on the hero's lips while their tongues tangled. The villain overpowered him, muffling his moans into small, broken cries.
He sucked hard, delving as deep as he could. The hero struggled to breathe through the aggressive kiss—it was an agonizing sensation. The villain pounded into him relentlessly, kissing him without pause for breath.
The hero was ready to release again, pleasure pooling in his stomach and surging into his erect member. The villain released his lips, burying his face against the man's arched neck instead.
"Pi—ahh—!" Oxzy clutched his hand, wrapping his arms around his neck as he came all over himself and Pierce.
The villain huffed, pulled closer by the hero's tight grip, nails cutting into the back of his shoulders.
"Fah," Pierce moaned. He tightened his hold around the hero's leg, fingers burning into the skin.
It was painful, but all Oxzy felt was the hot cum filling him as the villain's thrusts grew erratic, his body tossed about in Pierce's arms.
Oxzy's cries were muffled against Pierce's neck as he absorbed the pleasure flooding his insides. Burns marked his thighs and legs, a red imprint of Pierce's hand stamped into his skin. Sweat dripped from his messy black hair, his mouth open with soft whimpers, tears slipping from his drooping eyes. New bruises and bite marks covered his neck and shoulders.
The world spun, everything slowly fading to darkness. All he could feel was the villain releasing inside him. Everything became nothing.
Darkness surrounded him for the third time.