#1- "A Life for a Life"
Cw: Kinda spicy with gun usage
The villain was no stranger to hiding from everyone's beloved hero. They always made sure they had some class about where they stowed away and it was no less than more than moderate in any circumstance. They found a cabin in a thicker part of the woods. It wasn't isolated, but too much commotion would alarm neighbors accustomed to the quiet.
It was small, but had a warm, cozy minimalist charm. French doors opened into a studio setting, the bed directly in front of the door. A darkened stone wall accented the adjacent wall with a small fireplace in the center, separating the bedroom and kitchen area. Sleek black appliances and marble countertops were spotless under the hanging lights. Off the kitchen was the bathroom, which was nothing short of extravagant as well. The bathtub was lined with fine agate pieces, and the fixtures were a bright and brilliant porcelain. Villains desk was in direct view of the bathroom and gave them a clear shot of the mirror on the wall. They could glance up, and see themselves, the glow of the laptop on their skin.
They wrote away their thoughts listlessly and at a dead-end of getting tired. Tired of the games. Tired of the tension. They didn't want to give up villainy, per say, but there was something hollow about it and the hole just grew with every dalliance. With every lead-on and cheat. The only thing Villain wanted most was Hero, but those days had been long gone when Sidekick came into the picture. Hero swore they'd just be an intern, and the other had nothing to worry about.
Things change, they supposed, and now were calloused to the destruction they caused even more so than before, hardly looking over plans before they went though and not caring what the outcome was.
The evening was quiet, save for the billowing wind outside on the rooftop. Snow had begun to fall at some point during the night, leaving the porch of the cabin a sludgy, frosty mess. Villain thought it lucky to be inside, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying their room.
And so was someone else.
"My, you sure like writing about me. You say I am the obsessed one?" Said a surprisingly familiar voice, different than that of the singer on the computer speaker.
The moment happened in an instant. Villain shot off their stool, and before they could run, Hero cornered them against the desk, their arms bracing on either side to prevent a quick escape. They were forced to look at each other, which wouldn't have been so bad if Hero didn't wear an expression of... well, Villain didn't know. They'd never seen this look before.
"What do you-"
"Seven months."
"...What?"
"It has been. Seven. Months. Since I have seen you. I thought I killed you! I-"
"You should be so lucky."
Hero reached up and grabbed Villains jaw forcefully, eyes shooting daggers to the sound of their gritting teeth.
"Don't get smart with me right now," Hero warned lowly.
Villain grinned, even under pressure on their jaw. "Or what, you're gonna 'disturb the peace?'" Villain air quoted. "Not very smart for a hero".
"You may not want to be the one saying who's smart when I was able to get in here without you noticing. It's a very nice place you've got. Even made myself tea."
And they did. The faint aroma of peach and white tea lingered on their breath, making the Villain crave the tea themselves. Depending on how things went, they may not even get the opportunity to try it. Villain had to play their cards right. They knew how to charm and dazzle, and no matter how badly Villain wanted Hero, they just had to treat them like someone else.
Villain decided to play along, "Yeah? Then I'm sure you've felt how comfortable the bed is," they said in a near purr, which caused the Hero to shove their face back forcefully in disgust, grip not loosening.
"Don't get vulgar with me, either," they spat.
"Oh, that wasn't even dirty, darling. Don't get that confused with me getting filthy either." Their hand moved from their jaw and latched onto their throat. Villain held onto their arm to brace for stability, noting the increased definition of it since they last saw each other.
"You. are not making this easier for me," Hero said lowly.
Thats right. Fluster them until their let their guard down, and then take them down in a choke hold when they weren't expecting it. Quick, quiet, and they could vanish to another end of the world before Hero woke back up. Just like they always did.
Villain never made it easy. That was their whole deal.
Villain grinned from the pressure on their neck. "When have I ever?" They inquired. "Its delightful watching you suffer so."
"Suffer?" Hero pointed, their grip tightening.
Wait.
"Suffer?" There was a change in tone - a beat of deepened seriousness.
Villain found themselves tossed to the ground and the moment they hit the hardwood, they scrambled up and raced for the door. A second too slow allowed Hero to pull on their wrist, twisting them around and slamming their body against the door. Heros hands wrestled down Villains onto either side of their head, leaving them panting and disheveled. This was it. This is the moment where Villain will quip something which-
Their train of thought derailed when they felt heated lips against theirs. Lips moved with fever and desperation, and Villains mind reveled at the fact their own lips moved back with shared intent. Their hands against Heros, but they kept them braced against the door, deepening the kiss by pulling Villains tongue with their own. They'd always wondered what they had tasted like, and it was better than they imagined.
Hero pulled away, a line of saliva connecting their lips. "Suffering is believing I killed you," they began, their head diving between Villains head and shoulder. "It's believing I took you out of the world when I so desperately need you in it." Their kisses were hot and peppered. Their voice was raspy and deep. Villain was overwhelmed, pleasantly so, but overwhelmed nonetheless.
"Don't bullshit me," Villain growled. Their hands tugged again, only to be squeezed harder. "You and Sidekick have got it good now.." Their breath hitched at a bite on their neck. ".. you got your publicity for my death.." A harder one. "So.. why are you doing this?" They breathed out softly.
"Again, you assume you're so smart, when you miss the blatantly obvious, like the tea on the counter before you checked in, or the fact I'm here on the grounds that I missed you."
The villains eyes widened slightly but they kept their resolve of feigned disdain. "You missed the fame I gave you. The plans I ruined for you. You missed showing off for your little fucking sidekick and-"
They were cut off by another kiss. Hero let Villains wrists go, and rather than turning to bolt, their hands wrapped around Heros shoulders as the kiss deepened. Hero kept them pressed against the door, and a leg maneuvered between Villains, earning a choked back groan.
"I let you live. I let you win. I showed off for you, and you kept coming back," Hero uttered near Villains ear. "Until you didn't, and it drove me mad."
Villains face was various shades of red at this point, hair in disarray from the heat of the moment. "I don't believe you," they started, their eyes narrow and mixed with cautious uncertainty. "This is a trick. A ploy, a-"
For a Hero, they were certainly rude about interrupting. Villain felt something hard, and cold against their stomach. They looked and saw Hero holding a sleek black gun with a gold barrel.
The grip faced Villain.
"Use it. You know its the one thing I always carry on me," Hero said, eyes steady on Villains. "A life for a life."
As Villain took the gun, they noted its significant weight compared to what they were used to. No wonder why Heros hands were so toned and defined. Villain looked the gun, rotating it in contemplation and observation, and then up at Hero.
"Get on your knees."
Hero nodded, maintaining eye contact while they slowly lowered themselves. Villain couldn't believe this was happening. Surely they would expect accomplice agents, or even that godforsaken Sidekick, to burst in and foil yet another plan. This was different. Hero had tells they showed when they knew backup was coming; shifting eyes, different foot posture, the way they carried their shoulders. Years of learning each other prompted this, yet now, Villain wasn't seeing any of it from Hero.
Villain kept their eyes on Hero, taking the gun more properly in their hand. They ran the muzzle alongside Heros jawline, the barrel reflecting their gaze on Villain. It pissed them off. Its not like Hero made the effort to look for them, and now they were here on their knees for them saying they missed them.
"You're pathetic," Villain muttered. "I could kill you right now and your last thought will be you on your knees for me." They angled the muzzle just below their chin and tilted Heros chin up.
"What a way to go, don't you agree?"
Villain scowled at this, and drew the muzzle up to their lips.
"Part them."
And Hero did, rather obediently at that. The moment their lips parted, Villain pushed the barrel of the handgun in their mouth, their finger dangerously caressing the trigger in a pointed way to let Hero know they weren't playing. However, the debauched sight of Hero, spit threatening to spill from the corner of their lips as they held the gun in their mouth let Villain know they weren't playing either.
Logic and feelings collided in their head as they had Hero choking on the barrel of their own gun at Villains wish. Their thumb cocked the barrel, the click of the rotating chamber echoing in the silent room. Villains finger lulled over the trigger, curling onto it only slightly. Hero didn't flinch or jerk at the sound, or even at the mere fact their life could be stripped away from them in an instant. Instead, their lolled out, pulling the barrel deeper into their mouth.
It was all too much.
Villain leaned down and took Heros hair in their hand, pulling it back. The gun left their mouth and instead was replaced with Villains. They could feel Heros tension melt away as their jaw slacked into the sloppy kiss, and this time, it didn't stop.Their tongues pushed together as Villain knelt over them, Hero remaining on their knees.
None of this made sense, but none of it seemed to have mattered to either of them. When the kiss broke apart, Villain used the the gun to gesture towards the bed. The two barely made it to the edge of the bed before Villain was on them again, bodies pressing together desperately as they shed layer upon layer of clothes.
Hero reached to grab Villains hands, but were met with resisting force. Villain pushed Hero back onto the plush comforter, pinning their arms down to either side of their head. Their hips ground down onto Heros, earning a stifled groan from the other, which was devoured in another kiss.