forum Super Hero vs Super Villain one-on-one? (closed)

Started August 17, 2018 by @Sugar-Lover

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Marcos smiled, wrapping his arms around Justin’s neck, “I also have trouble believing…” Marcos leaned in and kissed Justin, “That you and I, are now us,” Marcos planted another soft kiss against Justin’s lips.

Laughed escaped Justin's mouth. "I know how you feel. I feel the same way." Justin returned Marcos' kiss.

“It’s really perfect, you know,” Marcos whispered softly, brushing a hand through Justin’s hair. He was just about to go in for another kiss when Kolu jumped onto the bed and walked in between them. Marcos laughed and picked the kitten up with a grin, “Thank you for getting Kolu, Justin, she’s SO adorable.”

Justin laughed, with a wide smile, at Kolu. "Would say Kolu isn't as cute as you… But we all know that's not true…" Justin laughed again playfully, watching Marcos for a reaction.

Marcos gasped, then snuggled Kolu against his chest, “How dare you, to think I had thought you were nice!” He joked then scooted closer to Justin and purred, “I guess I’ll have to convince you otherwise…” Marcos curled in, kissing Justin down his neck and jaw.

Justin tilted his head back. "How is this supposed to make me think you're cute?" Justin laughed. His eyes light up with an idea. "How about you put on a fashion show for me? That would for sure convince me."

“A fashion show?” Marcos halted in his tracks at the enticing idea, “I don’t think I’d be a good model at all though…” But gosh, he wanted to. Maybe he’d even get to try on some of Justin’s clothes. The thought gave his cheeks a small pinkish tint.

"A good model says they look good even if they don't believe it. It just makes their confidence higher, which makes them look better." Justin smiled at Marcos, knowing that he probably did want to do it. "It will be fun. You can wear anything in this entire apartment. Even the toilet paper." Justin laughed at his last comment.

Marcos nearly choked with his laugh, “Gosh, but your such a fashion king, how could I ever dress like you?” Marcos pouted but was already standing. A fashion show for Justin… and I get to wear his clothes… He hid his smile, but you could see it shining in his eyes.

"Just picture what you think I would wear." Ah, to see him in my clothes… "Or just think of what I have worn. Or don't. Wear the most ridiculous thing ever. Like toilet paper. I won't care."

“Okay, but don’t peek,” Marcos moved Justin’s hands over his eyes before walking to his boyfriend’s clothes. He peeked through them and found something he thought would look adorable. He blushed as he went to change in the bathroom, then peeked his head out, careful not to show what he was wearing just yet, “Open your eyes.”

Justin closed his eyes and kept his hands covering them. He sat there wandering what Marcos would pick. When Justin sat up, opening his eyes when Marcos told him to.

Marcos bashfully exited the bathroom to reveal Justin’s large shirt that hung down to his thigh, which was bare. He face was red and he averted his eyes shyly as he walked in and turned around for Justin to see. He thought it was a cute boyfriend, and Marcos didn’t even have to fake the shyness that tied the entire thing together. Justin’s shirt is really soft… Marcos looked up bashfully at Justin, “What do you think of this?”

Justin laughed at Marcos' cuteness. Why is he so beautiful!? "You look adorable, truly. But I've already seen you in it. And it's slightly predictable, it's exactly what I thought you would wear. Now don't get me wrong, I love you in this and wish you wore it more often. A fashion show is to off the new, not the old. No model would be caught dead in last weeks fashions." Justin over exaggerated the last two sentences with a funny voice. One you could imagine a snobby, rich, fashion designer having.

Marcos rolled his eyes, “I love this shirt I’ll have you know,” He walked back over to Justin’s clothing and demanded, “Close your eyes again.”

"That's why it's so predictable. You love it so much I knew it was coming." Justin laid back down, closing his eyes once more.

Marcos changed again, this time taking a bit longer, then stood in front of Justin, “Look at this.” He was wearing tight jeans, a black and silver belt, and a white shirt with a band logo on it. He had combed and tamed his hair to a smooth wave compared to it’s natural curls, too.

Justin sat back up, looking at Marcos. "Now this I wasn't expecting. I like those jeans by the way." Justin studied Marcos, as this was the first time he'd seen Marcos dressed like this. "You look so different, but I like it. Now this is what I call a fashion show."

Marcos grinned at Justin, “I have one more outfit… close your eyes again.” Marcos had a mischievous grin, making sure to watch for Justin close his eyes all the way.

Justin smiles as he laid back down, closing his eyes and covering them with his hands. "I can't wait to see what you have next. Anything you wear looks amazing."

Marcos went quietly for underneath his bed. It won’t hurt, it’s not like Justin has ever seen Polaris… The pants are too good to pass up, it’s not like I’ll have the entire suit on… Marcos unwrapped his suit from his bloody shirt, which really needed a wash, and took out the shiny tight black pants and put them on, along with a leather jacket leaving his chest bare. Marcos thought he looked metal, and the Polaris suit pants really tied it together. It’s not like Justin will notice, he’s never met Polaris… Marcos reminded himself, then told Justin, “You can open your eyes now.”

A huge smile appeared on Justin's face as he looked at Marcos. A look of confusion over fell the smile as he looked at the pants Marcos was wearing. Why do those pants look so fimilar? I know they aren't mine and it's not Marcos' style. Where could they be fro- No. Marcos couldn't be wearing the Polaris pants. Could he? "Where did you get those pants?"

Just a coincidence, right? Justin’s asked me because he likes them, not because he saw Polaris before and- Marcos cut off his thoughts before he became too paranoid, “Oh, I just found them at the bottom of my drawer. Do you like them…?” Marcos asked quietly, turning slightly and hoping they didn’t look so… Polaris.

Justin nodded very slowly. "Yeah. But why would you ever buy those? They aren't even close to your style. And they look so fimilar, you had to have gotten them from somewhere else." Please don't be Polaris. Please don't be Polaris. Please, please, please.
They aren't even the same person…

“Maybe you saw them in a store? Maybe when we were shopping at Gucci or something,” Marcos waved an idle hand in the air, trying to school his face into calm and relaxed, “Who knows when I bought it, I hardly ever look to see what’s at the bottom of my drawers.”

"They aren't Gucci I can tell you that much." Justin studied them harder. "How did you know they were there? Wait. Don't answer that, answer this instead. Is that blood in them?"

“Blood? What are you talking about?” Marcos examined his black pants to find darker splotches when he studied them hard enough. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh- Marcos paled slightly, and he hoped it wasn’t too noticeable because he was already pale to begin with, “A-Are you sure?” If he found out- if- if- Marcos started chewing his lip furiously, panic etched in very feature of his face.

“I’m sure that’s blood…” Justin watched Marcos pale. “Are you okay? You don’t look too well. You should probably sit down…” He can’t be Polaris… but he’s stressing out… no. No. It’s just because he has blood on his pants… right?

“I’m going to get changed,” He said hastily, nearly running in the bathroom. He shut and locked it -locking it was something he rarely did- then took off the Polaris pants before leaning his forehead against the sink. That was such a bad idea…

Justin watched as Marcos ran to the bathroom. Justin heard the door lock, and started to worry. Marcos never locked the door. "Are you okay?!" Justin yelled to Marcos in the bathroom.