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

Started August 17, 2018 by @Sugar-Lover

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Justin picked up Marcos, once again placing him on his hip. Justin started walking back toward their apartment. He did all of this without saying a word.

Marcos tried to control his breathing, tried to make his face less puffy and red as he asked, sniveling, “H-How long until we get back to the apartment?”

Justin looked ahead as he kept walking. “Depends on how long you want it to take. It can take a clog hours or it can take a minute.” He turned his head to look at Marcos. “How long do you want it to take?”

“I wanna…” Marcos closed his eyes, “I wanna be home…” I don’t deserve to even call it home… Marcos pressed his face into Justin’s shoulder harder so he could just hide from the world.

Justin held Marcos head in place against his shoulder. “Hold on.” And with that Justin took of running, using his super speed to arrive back at their apartment in under a minute. He held Marcos tight as he avoided traffic and anything else that would stop them. Justin stopped right outside the main entrance to the apartment.

Marcos squeezed his eyes shut just before they stopped. He slipped himself out of Justin’s hold, then moved to enter the apartment. He stopped himself just short of the door handle, “J-Justin…” This was a mistake. Justin had left because of me, it’s not fair to him… “I don’t deserve to be here.” He whispered, biting his lip.

Justin let Marcos go, watching him walk to the door. “What do you mean you don’t deserve to be here?” Justin walked up to Marcos. “You have every right to be here.”

“It’s- It’s your apartment, you payed for most of it. And if I brought you to a point where you wanted to leave-“ Marcos’ voice cracked a little, and he looked at Justin with shamed eyes, “I shouldn’t be here if you want to leave.”

Justin wrapped Marcos up in a hug. “I never wanted to permanently leave. I just…” Justin paused thinking of how he should word things. “I just needed a little break. The longest I could have stayed away from you would be a day.” Justin kisses the top of his head.

Marcos selfishly leaned into Justin’s arms, mumbling, “Even if it was only a day… I still made you want to- want to leave. I just- I just want to erase everything that happened, J-J-Justin,” He sobbed out, breaking again. He selfishly clung to Justin again, just seeking any form of comfort.

Justin took a deep breath, not knowing what to do. He hugged Marcos with one arm and opened the door with the other. “You don’t know how much I want the same. To just forget everything. To just move forward. Let’s just go inside so we’re not blocking the doorway.” Justin picked Marcos up a little, just so his feet were a couple inches from the ground. He walked inside the door and put him down, closing the door behind them. “Every couple has their first fight. Ours was just a little… different. I bet if we just sit down and talk this out….”

Marcos nodded his head a little, unable to form words quite yet in fear of causing any more of a scene. He leaned into Justin as they went to their room. Maybe it won’t be so bad, we’ve both had time to process… this. He sniffled a little every few seconds, but he slowly calmed down.

Justin played with Marcos’ hair, waiting for him to calm down before he spoke. Justin could sense the uncalmness in Marcos still, but rapidly going away. He whispered quietly above his ear. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel… guilt. A lot of guilt. This was my fault.” He whispered, moving to look at Justin. He turned a little, opening the door to their room and shuffling in. Kolu was there at the door, greeting them with a meow. Marcos bent down to pick her up, then looked longingly at the bed, the memories of the night when Marcos collapsed into Justin. It had been warm then… now things just felt cold. He just wanted to cuddle again, just to pretend the fight had never happened.

Justin followed in to the room, looking at how things felt so different about the familiar space. The looked at Marcos and smiled a little as he picked up Kolu. “There’s no need for guilt… it wasn’t just one of our faults… it’s was the both of us…”

“What can I do to fix it?” Marcos asked softly, looking desperately at Justin. Because he needed to fix it, he needed to listen and to change. He took a deep breath. Because if he didn’t try again, there wouldn’t be another chance.

Justin closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around Marcos, careful to not squish Kolu. He whispered in Marcos’ hair. “I don’t know… I don’t know…” He took a deep breath trying to come up with a way. “We just need to have some hope I guess…”

Marcos leaned in, letting Kolu jump out of his arms so he could eliminate any space between him and Justin. He finally whispered, “I’m stopping, I’m never going to be Polaris again, I want to change for you.”

As soon as Kolu left Justin closed the space, pressing his body against Marcos. “You’d really do that?” You could heat the slight holding back of tears in his voice. “I could kiss you I’m so happy right now.”

“Of course I want to change, of course I want to quit for you Justin,” Marcos promised, burying his head in Justin’s neck, “I-I don’t know how I’ll get money, but I’ll do everything I can. I just want to fix this.”

“You just need to find a job. That’s all.” Justin rubbed his back, reassuring him. “Until you find one don’t worry about money. I got you covered. If it would make you feel better you could pay me back but you don’t have to.”

“I- Justin, what I told Hann wasn’t a lie. I dropped out of high school… I don’t have much of a resume.” Marcos pointed out quietly, easing in Justin’s arms and closing his eyes. I spent all my money on a wasteful cab ride…

“And that’s what I’m for. I have a ton of connections to the business world, I’m sure we can find some job for you. Not necessarily right away bet eventually.” Justin countered, not wanting Marcos to give up hope just yet. “Till then we’ll just create your resume. Spice it up a bit. We just got to choose the right words.”

“Are you- are you sure?” Marcos squeaked, chewing his lip. That’d be a lot of strings to pull for a high school drop out… He hugged on to Justin tighter, trying to keep his breaths even so he wouldn’t cry anymore.

"I am absolutely positive." Justin smiled as hugged Marcos tighter. "Maybe you could even go back to school? Or get some crappy job like working at McDonald's if you really want to work. Or you could just spend all your time with me." Justin kissed Marcos' forehead, laughing a little. "You know I'd like that."

“J-Justin…” Marcos whispered, “Justin I love you.” He lifted his head just a little bit so their faces were inches apart. “I love you a lot Justin, I don’t ever want to leave again,” His voice was barely more than silent, and he hesitantly leaned in closer to a soft kiss.

“Good. ‘Cause I’ll never leave again.” Justin closed the space between them and kissed Marcos. He pulled away and whispered. “You know that I still love you, baby, and it will never change.”

Marcos tugged Justin closer again, greedily kissing him a second time. His hands found their way to Justin’s hair, trying to memorize every part of him. He moaned into the kiss, needing this. Needing Justin. I love him…

Justin presses his body against Marcos, his hands finding the small of his back. Justin pulled Marcos closer as they kissed. Justin bit the bottom lip of Marcos gently, hoping he was okay with that.

Marcos hummed in pleasure, opening his mouth slightly in silent invitation. He didn’t want this to end, he never wanted this to end. I love him… Marcos was lost, but gosh Justin found him. Justin saved him. If I had just kept stealing… It could’ve been so much worse.