'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

⚠️ Epilogue - Away - ⚠️

He was free and uncaring to anything around him. Due to that, his senses were down. He didn't even take the feeling of a hand on his hips. A hand slid up to his chest, going under his hoodie and to where his bare chest was. The hero felt it, but he didn't care. The touch was hot, gentle. It felt like Pierce. The villain behind him, holding his body into his the same way he did to him that night.

The villain pushed free from the group, he had his fun with pissing off the hero. He was now just bored. He moved away from them, the group started to holler and laugh loudly when seeing his disappear. Pierce ignored them, feeling their eyes watch him as he traveled to the bar.

He was tempted to grab a drink, but he held himself back. He was looking around for the hero. The man wasn't so hard to find, he was wearing a dark red hoodie and jeans, the rest of the bar was filled with half naked people. Because of that, Pierce's eyes landed on the hero who was casually in the middle of the dance room.

The villain watched in shock as the man was freely dancing to the club like music. His body rocked and moved around with his hand in his hair. But that wasn't what pulled the villain's attention away. It was the hand groping his chest, another one on his hip, swaying with his moments. He couldn't see the owner of the hand, he just watched his hand move along his bare chest from under the hoodie. His body exposed, moving and almost leaning into the touch of the stranger.

Pierce watched, feeling enraged, red fumes pulsated from his skin. He was slightly glad that he was no longer touching anyone or else they would burst into flames. He was losing his composure, watching the way Oxzy let the man touch him. Jealousy and rage was consuming his vision as he stepped forward.

He pushed away the bodies and the desperate humans. He made his way in front of the hero and without a second hesitation, he pulled the man off and away from the hand. The hero crashed into the villain's chest, first flinching at the harsh and possessive grab. But he soon relaxed, breathing in the villain's masculine scent.

The villain held Oxzy close, moving his eyes to the man in front of him that was touching his man. He glared dangerously, his body becoming hot. He wanted to kill him, burn the man alive and watch him scream in pain. He shouldn't, he can't give himself away just to kill a man that had no purpose in life, but he was so close. He could just light a small fire and he would be no more...

"Pierce..." The hero breathed out from his chest, the heat was overflowing from the villain. Still, Oxzy held tightly onto his shoulders, pulling the villain close to him and nuzzling his neck in desperation for the heat.

The villain could smell the alcohol, the over toxic smell filled his senses, he sneered in anger. The hero doesn't drink this bad, he doesn't like feeling vulnerable and weak. He was assaulted the first time drugs entered his system. The villain knew that Oxzy could still use his abilities, but it still made him weak. Obviously as his body hung limp in Pierce's grasp.

Pierce could handle the alcohol, he drank almost every day back in Whitedail. So he didn't let it get to him as much as it got to Oxzy. The evil man is forced to turn away from the stranger, feeling Oxzy slip away. Pierce pulled the hero up, hanging him over his shoulder before traveling out of the bar. He knew that others watched them leave, watching in shock as the villain carried a half conscious man out of a bar without breaking a sweat.

The hero wasn't even that heavy for him, carrying him all the way back to their apartment within minutes.

He didn't know what to expect when setting the hero down and holding him by the waist while unlocking the door. But he did not expect the hero to pounce at him as soon as the door had closed.

His arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his lips to his own. He sucked on his lips, licking and biting for entrance. Pierce did so quickly, wrapping his own arms around his waist for a deeper kiss.