Content – intimate whumper, hero x villain, villain with magical powers, fantasy whump, psychological whump, mention of memory alteration, manipulation and blackmailing, forced submission, dub-con kissing and touching, suggestive (although subtle) writing
Hero opened his eyes and began to look around the strangely familiar room, panicked.
He couldn't remember anything. No memory, no event or thought from yesterday, as if someone had made a hole in his brain, left it unattended and let him bleed out. He wasn't exaggerating at all, his head hurt so much that he could only stare into space through watery eyes and dream of losing consciousness, even for a moment.
But sleep wouldn't come and he still remained conscious. Despite this, he strained his mind and tried to realize what had happened, desperately trying to fill the void in his memory and figure out why he was in this place. Without any success. The lack of an answer only increased his panic.
As soon as he tried to move, he quickly realized that he was tied to a chair. The tightly tied ropes irritated his body and he knew that if he started to struggle in desperation and try to free himself, he would only hurt himself unnecessarily.
Someone had gagged his mouth. He couldn't even call for help, although it probably wouldn't be very wise. He would only attract wrong people's attention.
So he sat quietly, trying to think of any way out of the situation, for some reason having a strong feeling of déjà vu.
He wasn't left alone with his thoughts for long.
The door suddenly opened and Hero didn't know whether to feel relief or fear seeing Villain enter the room.
"Poor boy...," he said, coming closer and seeing tears in his eyes. "Do you still have a headache?"
This rhetorical question made him realize something. It was as if everything had clicked into place and the chaotic information had finally made sense. Hero stared resentfully at Villain, wanting to show his displeasure at least in this way.
But he just laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. Hero hated that this small, strangely familiar and meaningless gesture had instantly calmed him down.
"If you're a good boy, I'll take the gag off, okay?"
Hero nodded involuntarily, his thoughts momentarily losing their meaning when he heard what Villain had called him.
Villain unbuckled the strap from behind his head and let the ball gag hang from his hand, then took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the saliva off his lips.
"Please...," Hero started talking. His voice was too whiny, he sounded like a desperate child, but he didn't care about his pride, not when he felt like his skull was about to burst.
Villain quickly interrupted him.
Villain put the gag on a nearby table and took a pack of pills out of his pocket. He spilled out two of them into his hand.
"It's just a painkiller," he reassured him with amusement, seeing Hero's suspicious look. "Open your mouth."
Villain placed two pills on his tongue and held the uncapped bottle of water to his lips.
Hero swallowed the pills. He wasn't religious, but now he prayed for the medicine to work.
"You erased my memory," he said quietly, to distract his thoughts from the pain.
"And I guess you won't tell me what happened."
"What would be the point of that, my dear? I don't think I erased yesterday to remind you about it now, hm?"
Something about the way he said it and the petname he had given him reminded him of something. But as soon as he focused his thoughts on it, he only ecountered blankness.
"Why..." Villain interrupted him again, this time placing a hand over his mouth. Hero turned an irritated look on him.
"You know, I wanted to free you. Let you go, but... Supervillain insisted that you be interrogated. So I volunteered."
Interrogated? Hero frowned and involuntarily moved his hands, trying to free them from their bonds, imagining all the plots of the movies he had watched. Situations like that never ended well.
"Oh, don't worry," Villain laughed as if reading his mind and moved his hand to his hair, tugging it lightly. "I wouldn't enjoy hurting you. I thought I could tease you, though. You can’t stop me anyway," he added with a slight smile.
Hero's heart beat faster as he understood the meaning of his words. He jerked his wrists, but the tightly tied ropes only chafed him even more. He was trapped, at Villain's mercy, and something told him that this wasn't the first time Villain had complete control over him. And it probably wouldn't be the first time Hero finally gave in.
"You don't have to do this," Hero said weakly, but he just ran his hand through his hair, gently and tenderly, as if he cared about his well-being. Which of course wasn't true.
"Would you rather I took out the knife?"
Hero moved his head away from his hand, feeling his earlier anxiety only grow.
"No, no, of course not," he assured quickly.
But he did it anyway, and with a quick movement, he put the tip of the knife to his chin, forcing him to look at him. For a second Hero risked a glance into his eyes, but Villain must have been hiding his emotions well, at least at the moment, because he couldn't read anything in them.
A few seconds passed in complete stillness.
Hero felt growing anxiety, wondering if Villain would dare to press the knife harder and hurt him, thus breaking the promise he had just made to him. But Villain only approached him, slowly, teasing him, and then kissed him on the forehead. Hero immediately blushed and Villain put the knife away and stepped away, watching his adorable reactions.
"You like it," Villain noticed, and at that moment Hero wanted to disappear to hide his embarrassment.
"Could you stop?" his voice sounded too quiet and uncertain. He grimaced.
"Okay," Villain said to his surprise and took a step back. "I'll call someone else to take care of you, since you hate me so much. Although then I will not be able to predict in what state Superhero will find you later."
Hero's heart froze, hearing this threat.
"You're not sure. Your voice is trembling," he noted with amusement and took another step towards the door.
"Villain, please," Hero threw out in panic, feeling that he was running out of air from fear.
Villain slowly turned towards him, surprised.
"Oh? I thought I'd have to wait longer for your plea."
Villain laughed and slowly approached him like a predator toying with its prey before tearing it to pieces. Hero could only hope that such an end didn't await him.
"No? Well, it seems that we have a different opinion, because I am having a great time."
Hero had the impression that at that moment Villain had let go of the brakes, as if he had previously hidden his true intentions, his desires. Maybe he had flirted with him in the past; or maybe Hero had always misinterpreted his behavior, naively counting on Villain being honest with his feelings. But never before had Villain seemed so dangerous, as if he was desperate. What drove him to act? Was Supervillain watching them, ready to take matters into his own hands? Or was it simply Villain's ambition? Hero had no idea, and this uncertainty terrified him.
The world around him ceased to matter when Villain unexpectedly straddled his lap, distracting his thoughts, and looked into his eyes with superiority. Hero closed them automatically.
Hero didn't want to. For some reason, he felt fear, some strange anxiety and the feeling of déjà vu returned to him. This time, he knew exactly why.
"Tell me, please, why would I erase your memory now? I've already achieved what I wanted."
Hero opened his eyes, reluctantly admitting he was right. Villain was looking at him with amusement. Which was definitely worse than his previous indifference.
"Good boy," Villain said, placing his hand on his cheek.
Hero sighed. His earlier headache had completely disappeared, whoever was listening to him had fulfilled his prayers. However, it was still hard for him to focus his thoughts, as if his medicine had been contaminated with a sweet, dangerous drug.
"Why are you like this?" Hero asked, confused, trying not to be distracted by his tender touch.
"What do you mean?" Villain pretended not to understand.
"Why do you call me that? Why...?"
"Because I can," Villain interrupted him again and moved his hand to his hair, placing the other on his waist.
"That... that's not an answer."
Villain just smiled, noticing the blush quickly forming on Hero's cheeks. He played with his hair, twisting strands around his fingers and tugging them lightly, while he carefully slid his other hand under his shirt.
"Villain..." he wanted to say it like a warning, but it sounded more like he was saying his lover's name.
Hero wanted to nod. To say something and stop this madness, because he knew it wasn't leading to anything good. But he knew that he wouldn't convince Villain with his words, not when he couldn't even move.
A part of him didn't even want Villain to stop touching him. He involuntarily moved his gaze to his lips and couldn't stop feeling that he had once kissed them.
Villain took his silence as permission. He approached him with a dangerous glint in his eyes, placed a light kiss on his neck and gently ran his hand over his stomach, as if he was afraid that any stronger touch could destroy him, ironically rubbing the scars he had inflicted with his fingers.
Hero's heart was beating too fast, and he couldn't hide the great influence Villain had on him. His thoughts, if he had any, disappeared completely, obscured by the growing feelings. It wasn't wise to let down his guard near such a devious person. But as soon as he felt more kisses on his neck, all he could do was press his lips together to keep any sound that shouldn't have echoed in the interrogation room from escaping.
"You're so beautiful," Villain cooed, pulling away from his neck just to see his face.
"This isn't right," Hero managed to whisper, all too aware of Villain's hand still touching his stomach, drawing delicate patterns on his skin.
"No?" Villain laughed and stroked his cheek. "And yet you're blushing. Your heartbeat is racing. You can't tell me you want me to stop."
No, Hero couldn't honestly say anything like that. And yet he had a strong feeling that this wasn't right. Not like this. Definitely not now.
"Villain, please..." he whispered pleadingly, wanting to stop all this before it was too late.
"What are you asking of me?" Villain asked, and Hero remained silent, unable to give him an honest answer.
“I thought so.” Villain, pleased with himself, moved his hand from his hair to his hip, tracing small circles on it with his fingers.
Hero felt his heart speed up and he could barely catch his breath. All his thoughts focused only on Villain, on his shining eyes, on his touch that made him melt, on his closeness.
At the same time, there was nothing electrifying or unfamiliar about it. Just the touch that Villain had given him earlier, whom he knew so well, had changed its nature and brought him pleasure instead of pain. He felt as if they were both striving for this moment, as if the previous fights seasoned with flirtation were culminating right now. Before, he had resembled energy that couldn't find an outlet, circulating restlessly, never satisfied. Now everything made sense and he could breathe and allow himself a moment of unwisdom.
Villain's hand moved between his legs and he sighed, wishing only for his desire to consume him, to burn away everything that was bad, every flaw of his, creating something completely new. He felt that thanks to Villain he could be reborn.
"Hey, Hero," Villain's tender voice seemed to lull him into a state of bewilderment even more.
Hero looked at him with eyes clouded with pleasure like a faithful worshipper of his god.
"What is Superhero planning?"
That one sentence was like a punch in the gut. Hero blinked, sobered from his charm, the words choked by betrayal refused to come out of his mouth.
I asked a question." Villain didn't stop moving his hands, but his touch burned him, leaving dirty marks on his skin.
" Why?" he choked out, trying to pull away.
Villain stopped immediately. In one movement, he got off him and stood next to him, automatically lighting a cigarette taken from his pocket, thus ending the scene that he had just created.
Hero watched the indifference that was once again on his face, that cold expression which he hated. His former god dismissed him with silence, apparently considering smoking a cigarette more important than wasting time on him.
"I was supposed to interrogate you, wasn't I? I just figured you'd prefer that to pain," Villain gave him a quick look, stubbing out the cigarette with his shoe. "That touch would loosen your tongue like alcohol."
"You planned this from the beginning," Hero realized, looking at him with wide eyes, the bitter taste of being used on his tongue.
"No, I just wanted to take advantage of the situation. It worked, almost, " Villain smiled, stepping closer. "Although... I wonder if if I kissed you, would you answer me."
Hero felt like crying. He could feel the kiss on his lips that never happened, or rather, that he didn't remember. The invisible marks left by his hands on his skin burned him, and yet he, probably driven by masochism, wanted to continue to dwell in the fantasy in which Villain loved him, in which his feelings were sincere.
"N-no...," he mumbled uncertainly, and Villain noticed his hesitation.
Villain slowly placed his hand on his shoulder and leaned down, searching his eyes for an answer.
"I could give you what you want. Satisfy you. Continue what we started. You would like that, I know you would, even though you secretly hate me," Villain continued to convince him and wiped the tears that had suddenly flowed down his cheeks. "All you have to do is nod and give me answers in return. You can also allow yourself escapism."
Hero did not understand his last words. His wounded heart wanted nothing to do with Villain, yet he sought solace. Even if it came from the one who had ignited his soul only to extinguish it.Â
"So? What is your answer?"Â
And then, as soon as their eyes met, Hero submitted, allowing Villain to burn him.
