'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

⚠️ - holding evil back - ⚠️

If he did have sex with Pierce, the villain might say no. He might deny it, leave the hero at his wits and kick him on the streets with no powers.

Oxzy doubted that idea, no matter how the villain wanted to kill him, the hero could see lust behind his eyes. He looked pent up, he was into doing at least something, he got bored rather quickly and got excited just as quickly.

Pierce had a girlfriend to keep in his senses. To be there and give him the relief he needed so he doesn't destroy everything around him. Since her passing, he had been more aggressive. He wanted to fight every moment with Oxzy, so maybe sleeping with him was just the same.

The same as fighting. It did require a lot of energy, the villain who was full of it would be able to do it in a heartbeat.

Oxzy on the other hand... He still had faint pain around his body. He covered most of it up, hiding the marks that burned with each touch. His insides were still messed up. Traces of other men felt stuck inside him, leaving him with forever 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 parts that were ruined, 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, more better than any of them who were inside him.

Oxzy recoiled when thinking about that. His hands cover his bare shoulders, holding back the urge to shun, shake away. He looked at the mirror in front of him, his own body plaster in full view for him to look.

He was already ruined. What more could someone do?

It's been a few hours, the villain stayed seated on his bed. No sounds from the bathroom were heard. The hero went quiet, he didn't sound in pain as he dried himself off and changed.

Pierce only heard the faint sounds of shuffling around until it went silent.

He was getting bored, so he went for the phone on the side desk. It was still dead. The villain gritted his teeth in anger. He was bored, he was anticipating the hero to come out, to sleep, to eat, to do something. But he was just 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 in his hand.

About a few minutes later, the phone buzzed on. The villain kept the energy coursing, looking at the screen that grew to a full force. The battery was now at 2% when Pierce heard the door open.

Before he could look at the notification that popped on the screen for a second, he looked up to where the sound came from. His door was already open, he turned to face the bathroom door that was just outside of his room.

His eyes met with Oxzy's, the hero walked out with a tight but relaxed expression on his face. The villain dropped the phone next to him within a second, all his attention was focused on the man walking to him.

He didn't know what to expect, but he certainly didn't expect Oxzy to come so close to him. Without a word, the hero walked in between the villain's long legs. He straddled his lap, wrapping his arms around Pierce's shoulders, he leaned forward. His face was inches from Pierces, the man who was under the hero looked shocked.

Pierces face moved slightly back with Oxzy inching forward, he tilted his head, watching Pierces head spiral.

"What?" Oxzy voiced out softly. He moved his hips forward, resting his exposed knees on the side of Pierce's hips. He rested his knees on the bed, his arms dangling around his neck without a care.