Haha, It Is I, Baron Shadow, Your New Husband!!

Edgar Griffin, better known as his villain name, Deceit was currently rather tied up. He hadn't wanted to be in this situation, but it had sort of just...happened. Not that he was actually complaining all that much at all. In fact, this turn of events was actually something that he had hoped would happen. Deceit felt the bite of the steel cuffs around his wrists. He attempted to heal them but the cuffs were too tight for him to get enough room to heal his skin without fusing it to the metal. He had been stuck in this cellar for almost a week now. He was hungry and thirsty, but mostly, he was horny. He was desperate for the villain he had screwed over to come back. He needed him, or someone, or anyone. Deceit swallowed and leaned his head back against the cold cellar wall.

If only someone would come and fuck him.

All of a sudden, the door slammed open and a thick, purple smoke rushed into the cellar, clouding the damp air; it smelled of lavender and incense, and was altogether very hard to breathe through. As the smoke began to clear, a group of figures clad in dark clothing were revealed. A particularly slender one stepped forward, and his cloak swishing behind him.

"You are the villain known as Deceit, yes?" he asked, extending his hand to Deceit's cheek; he gently caressed his face with a velvet-gloved hand. "I have watched you from afar, and now I am here to claim you as my own."

Deceit grinned and blood smeared his teeth.

"Wait..." he said, his smile fading. "You're not the one who put me here...who the hell are you?"

He tilted his head back and laughed dramatically. "Why, I'm glad you asked, my dear. I am Baron Shadow, Lord of Midnight, Earl of Darkness and Illusions. But you may call me Baron, as you and I will be getting to know each other quite intimately."

He snapped his fingers. "Order of the Dark Rose! Take him, he is the one."

The men behind him stepped forward and broke the chains on the wall with tools, leaving his wrists shackled. One held his hands back while another tied him up, and a third lifted him over his shoulder.

"To the automobile!" he commanded, sashaying out of the cellar.

This was certainly an interesting turn of events. Deceit couldn't believe his luck; being kidnapped twice in a week? That was all he could ask for. He panted loudly as he was carried.

"W-wait, Baron...!" he called after him.

"Yes?" he asked, turning dramatically; his cape and long hair flourished impressively as he did so. "What is it you ask of me, dear creature?"

"Where...are you taking me, exactly...?" he asked.

"To my lair--your new home. You are to become my bride, Deceit--I had decided upon it long before this encounter. You will become my partner in the eternal night, and you will be euphoric."

Deceit squirmed, grinning from ear to ear.

"O...okay," he replied simply. "Go ahead, then..."

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The Baron chuckled, pulling on the ties that bound Deceit to the bed. "The sooner you submit to my will, the sooner you may walk free in your new home. But first, I must tell you of all my plans for you. Are you comfortable? Would you like some form of refreshment?" He stroked his cheek again, smiling softly. This close, his eyes were visible beneath his mask; his irises were a bright red, like polished rubies.

Deceit grinned widely beneath his restraints.

"Nice place," he said, looking around as much as the restraints would allow. "I'm fine. I don't really eat or drink a lot."

He nodded, picking up a glass of wine from a nearby table and taking a delicate sip. "Yes, very well, then. We can feed you after you are bathed.

"In any case, you are here to become my bride. We will be wed under only the pale light of the moon, where only the most nocturnal of creatures may witness our union. You will be bound to me, and me alone. This is your destiny, to become the other Baron of Shadow. Do you accept, or must I force you to?"

Deceit grinned at him.

"A guy like me, with a reputation like mine...you really think I'm going to agree to that sort of thing?" he guffawed. "You do know who I am, right? My name's not a joke."

"You'll agree, or I'll break you, and then you'll agree. I'm a villain, my dear Deceit--I'm not afraid to hurt people here and there to get what I want...even if I'm enamored with them. Besides, I think you'll find that life here is so convenient and to your liking that you'd never dare cross me--if you did, you'd lose it all."

Deceit could hardly wait. This was all he'd ever wanted. He was almost positive he must be dreaming; how could something so perfect be happening to him? He grinned even wider.

"Break me, is that it...?" he laughed still. "You can try, a lot of people have, but you know...it's not so easy. I'm a bit harder to break than most people think."

He smiled.

"I never said my methods were fair...in fact, they get a tad violating, at times." He ran his fingers over Deceit's chest. "I doubt others have done what I'm willing to do to you, my pet."

"Ohh, you'll have to try pretty damn hard to top some of the things I've gotten done to me," he replied honestly. He relished the thought of that happening, however. "Go ahead and try, though; I'm sure you can if you really apply yourself."

Deceit hoped, more than anything else, that this new villain wasn't just kidding. He hoped he went through with every dirty promise he made. Nothing else could possibly make him happier.

Baron Shadow leaned close, smiling brightly.

"If you don't believe me, I can do something terribly evil right now."

He squirmed in delight.

"Yes," he practically moaned. "Go ahead, I'll tell you if it's as terribly evil as you think it is."

He pulled him close by the hair and kissed him passionately on the lips, lightly scraping his teeth against them.

Deceit strained against his restraints, relishing the feeling of both the man kissing him and the feeling of the rope cutting into his arms. He hadn't been kissed in so long, most of the time he just got violated elsewhere. He quite enjoyed this, however.

When he decided Deceit had had enough, he pulled away, tossing his long hair over his shoulder.

"Our first kiss--stolen, without mercy. Well?"

Deceit stared at him as he licked his lips.

"Wait...that's not all, right...?" he asked. "Because, if that's what you think evil is, uh...well, you're wrong."

He laughed again, shaking his head.

"'Tis but the first of many evils--a mere taste of what is in store. You haven't been bathed or fed--why would I want more than a kiss at this time? I shall take more, but when it suits my needs."

"I don't eat much, but a bath would be nice," he admitted with a shrug.