There Sure Are a Lot of Mattress Warehouses in This Town

The rooftops shifted dangerously as Blue Blaze chased after Vermillion, but he didn't care. Sure, having a fifth of vodka wasn't the smartest thing before heroing at night, but neither was having a stupid argument with the man you loved right before your anniversary. Donning the mask had felt natural; the last person he wanted to be tonight was Beau Bennet.

"Get back here, you stupid fuck!" he shouted. Vermillion had stopped running, and it made him angry. Was he trying to taunt him? "Get over here and let me beat in your stupid face!"

"Yes, sure, why not just let my enemy beat in my face, that's logical, no?" Vermillion was feeling extra hateful that night. He was mad at Beau, he was mad at himself, but mostly he was mad at Vermillion. And there was only one person he could direct that anger at.

"Fine, if you want to beat me up, get over here and beat the shit out of me," Vermillion sneered. "I dare you."

Blue Blaze ran at him, yelling something unintelligible. He held his fists up high, too drunk to remember he had flame powers, and swung straight at Vermillion's jaw.

Vermillion moved out of the way and shoved Blue Blaze onto his back, sitting down on him. He raised his hand to deliver a punch to his nose.

"You're fucking pathetic," he hissed. "You don't deserve to call yourself a hero."

Blue Blaze coughed and sputtered as blood streamed down his face.

"Fuck you! I fucking do what I want," he slurred. From this close, the alcohol on his breath was more than obvious.

Vermillion sneered as he smelled the alcohol. Vodka.

"You're so pathetic. Drinking on the job, are we?" he asked, lining up another punch. He wanted to break Blue Blaze's nose. He wanted it to pour blood.

He moaned in pain as the second hit connected, reaching futilely to shield his face.

"I'm gonna..gonna fucking wreck your face..." he mumbled through the blood. He struggled against Vermillion's weight, hoping to throw him off.

He moaned in pain as the second hit connected, reaching futilely to shield his face.

"I'm gonna..gonna fucking wreck your face..." he mumbled through the blood. He struggled against Vermillion's weight, hoping to throw him off.

Vermillion grinned, grabbing him by the neck.

"I have every opportunity to kill you right here and now, but I won't. You know why? You're too pathetic. You make me sick, but you're not worth killing."

He swallowed, watching the blood on Blue Blaze's face.

As Vermillion squeezed his neck, Blue Blaze could feel himself growing hard underneath the other man's weight. All the shame he had been trying to run from washed over him at once.

"...Kill me, or I'll just kill you," he choked. "Go on ahead--just fucking do it, if you don't want to die."

Vermillion grinned suddenly, squeezing down on his neck harder.

"I can feel that, you disgusting, filthy piece of shit," he told him, suddenly feeling horny himself. "You're fucked up to get off to this, you know that, don't you?"

"I-I'm not...," he wheezed, gasping for air. "I could never...get off to..."

His body completely betrayed his lies; even beneath his mask, warmth was rising to his face and turning his cheeks rosy.

Vermillion let up, but only because he didn't want to actually kill Blue. No, at this point he had something else entirely in mind. He grabbed his face, forcing his thumb into his mouth.

"Open up wide," he said, a wide smile on his lips.

"What for?" he tried to ask, but Vermillion's thumb muffled his voice. Unable to do much of anything else, he did as he was told.

Vermillion used his free hand to yank down his pants. He hardly cared that they weren't in an exactly private area, nor did he care that his pants were probably going to get ripped. He kept his thumb in Blue Blaze's mouth, keeping his mouth nice and wide open.

"Don't struggle," he said, just to preempt the inevitable struggling.

Blue Blaze struggled, of course, attempting to bite Vermillion's hand.

"No! Fuck you!"

Vermillion shoved more fingers into his mouth to prevent him from clamping down on one finger.

"Ah ah. If you hurt me, I'll simply...well," he demonstrated by gripping Blue Blaze's neck with his other hand. "Now open wide or I'll really hurt you."

He glared at him defiantly, not opening his mouth.

He removed his fingers from Blue Blaze's mouth.

"Fine, have it your way," he told him, adjusting his position so that he was sitting on his chest instead. "I'll just cum on your face."

Panicked, he opened his mouth to speak.

"No, fuck you--get off! Fucking do anything else, Christ! Fucking pervert!"

"Me? You started this," he replied, licking his lips. "Suck it, or I'll cum on your face. Choose."

He opened his mouth reluctantly, drunkenly thinking to himself that cum would be hard to clean out of his hair.

"That's all you're gonna do?" he asked cautiously.

"Of course," purred Vermillion. "You have my word."

"...Fine," he grumbled, opening his mouth wide.

Vermillion chuckled madly to himself, positioning himself properly to let Blue Blaze give him a blowjob. He hadn't believed the stupid hero would believe him.