'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

⚠️ Epilogue - Away - ⚠️

"Pierce, what are you doing?" Oxzy didn't know how to start, so he just said what came to his mind first. He knew why the man was here.

Pierce looked up to him, a smile stretching on his lips. Instead of saying anything, one of his friends that had a girl on his lap spoke up. "Is that your little boyfriend Pierce~?"

They laughed, looking at the hero up and down with judgmental eyes. One of the girls that hung off Pierce whined, holding tighter onto the man's shoulder, she glared at Oxzy. Oxzy tried to avoid eye contact, only looking at Pierce.

But the hand that held tightly onto the villain's shoulder pissed the hero off, he sucked in a breath, waiting for Pierce to speak. The villain finally did, smirking widely when catching the hero's jealous glare. He slid his hand on the girls waist, pulling her closer to his chest with a calm and challenging expression.

"Nope, never met him." With that, he laughed and continued to talk with his friends. They hollered, ignoring the fuming hero in front of them.

Oxzy didn't know what to do, he was beyond pissed. He knew that Pierce was doing this on purpose, to piss him off because of their fight. He had no interest in the girl.

So here the hero found himself, sliding shot after shot down his throat in an angry fury. He told himself not to drink, the smell was horrible and it tasted like shit. But he had to control himself, if he got too angry, he would end up losing himself. Making a scene and letting everyone know who he was.

So, instead of letting anger control, the hero drowned it down with the toxic liquid. It didn't get rid of his abilities, he still had his senses high, it just numbed him, causing a slow and easy feeling through him. He still couldn't get the angry feeling of seeing the villain touching the woman so gently.

He hissed to himself, downing his sixth shot. It still didn't feel enough, he was numb, but not too weak.

A hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts. The hero couldn't make out any details in the person, but her voice was soothing and gloating. "Hey, you drank enough eh'?" She laughed, pulling him up with her. "Come dance big boy."

The hero could easily pull away and resist, but he didn't. He was tired of fighting back at people today(mostly Pierce). So he stood to his height and let himself be dragged to the crowd. He was pushed around, squeezing past the sweaty and bare bodies. He was now in the middle of where the bodies were swaying around, he was standing numbly and confused as the woman took the lead.

Her body slid down his front, her back going up and down while her head bobbed and tossed around with her body. She laughed when she noticed the hero staring at her with a red and confused face.

"Oh come on sweetheart," she laughed out, guiding his limp hands to follow her lead.

The hero was still very confused and numb. His vision was swaying, the music tossed thoughts and confusion around in his head. He suddenly didn't know where he was, what was around him. The music became unknown to him, his surroundings suddenly faded out and away from his senses.

Why was he even trying to fight back? It was such a hassle to try and fight, so instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed. Relaxed in the middle of a dance room, soon, he began to move himself. The woman laughed out loud, sending her arms to his hips to follow her lead.

"That's it my boy!" She yelled out, tossing her head back and her hands through her hair.

It felt nice, free. He was letting go, no longer being controlled or guided. And instead of leaving, the hero let himself go. He didn't follow the woman who was stepping back into another man that held her by the hips. He did what he wanted, no longer being guided to do anything. His hands through his hair, his body angled away so he can move more freely. It was hot and uncomfortable, but he no longer cared.