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1001scoganmusings · 3 years ago

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Loving you shouldn’t be this easy pt2

Summary: Flug dumping a botched experiment on blackhat ends up revealing a hidden secret that could change the both of them forever.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait I wanted to capture the characters personalities and I think I did that. Also Spanish isn’t my first language but I currently learning it cuz I love it. If you mistakes, no you don’t!

Word count: 3364k

Warnings 18+, masturbation, Flug’s a peeping Tom

Translations:

Desculpa me - forgive me

Gracias pansonchito - thank you my little chubby boy

Jefe - boss

Perdon - sorry

¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” - why do you run from me my love? Can’t you see I need you

And as always minors not allowed

Idk how to add small neat links pls share if you can

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“No please don’t do this.” The hero struggled in vain against the metal bars of the operating table.

“He’s making you I know it. You have to fight it Flug. Let me out and I promise to save you from his evil clutches. Come back to the side of justice and good where you belong.”

Flug sighed in exasperation. Why was it that all the heroes said the same lines like mindless drones. Couldn’t they at least be a little more creative with their persuasion. No flug would never go back. Not after what they did to him. If people knew what their heroes were really like behind closed doors when no one was looking those adoring fans of theirs would quickly turn in to angry mobs. Flug could feel his anger grow. Boiling in his belly at the memories of how he’d wanted to grow up to be just like them. Even going as far to be an intern for the hero agency as a teenager. What a fool. Slaving away and busting his back just for a crumb of recognition. Never again. That was before. Before he found out how corrupt and cruel hero society really was. Flugs grip tightened on the syringe.

<p>“The only evil clutches I needed escaping from was from heroes like you.” He jabbed the syringe a little harder than needed in to the man’s arm almost bending the needle.

“You heroes just can’t seem to get it through your thick skulls can you. You guys are the real monsters. Well no point in trying to explain myself since you wont be able to understand anything I say in a few minutes.” Flug had been working nonstop these past few days barely eating or sleeping and so far all the experiments had been failures. Well not complete failures but nothing he could report. The test subjects either turned partly in to the desired animal or liquified from the inside out. But this last batch of serum had to be the one. Flug had altered it one last time and was feeling very positive about its results.

<p>“What do you mean? What was that? What did you inject me with?!” said the hero panic setting in as Flug stood there in silence with a pen and clipboard in hand.

“Dr. Flug please I can help you just -“

The hero’s body began to shake uncontrollably his muscles twitching and spasming. Flug could hear the poping and breaking of the hero’s bones as they began to contort, shrinking and growing bristles all over his body. Flug watched with rapt attention as the transformation ended. Before him strapped to the table no longer a man but a great big pig. The experiments success had Flug jumping for joy. He transferred the good batch into small nine dart like bullets before loading them in to a a small protective durable black case. Finally he could present a fully functioning serum to Blackhat on time.

Speaking of blackhat, Flug hadn’t seen his boss anywhere since he was given the deadline. He wasn’t too worried but it was weird that he hadn’t come down to the lab recently. Blackhat usually liked to stay on top of Flug’s progress. But more than that he just really wanted to see blackhat despite knowing his boss was most likely going to verbally assault him. As embarrassing as it was Flug missed him.He knew he was acting like a love sick fool but these passed few days. All he could think about was blackhat. How his eyes as black as a new moon sky would arrest Flug on the spot with just a glance or how his voice was sensual and gravely, usually the main star in all his fantasies. Flug knew blackhat would never look at him like a lover would but it made his heart skip a beat to imagine it.

Suddenly a pain flared up in flugs right leg as he grabbed on to his work desk narrowly avoiding falling to the ground. His soul mark prickled and throbbed as if someone was poking his mark with a sharp needle. Flug wobbled to his chair needing to sit down as the pain started to get real bad. He put his head down on the desk and took deep calming breaths as he clutched his leg trying to will the pain away. He could hear some one screaming but who? It sounded like a wounded animal. His breathing coming out as small choked sobs. After some time the pain subsided. The cool metal desk a welcome reprieve on his soaked forehead. His chest ached as if someone had ripped out his insides. He needed someone but didn’t know who. Flug could feel the call deep in his soul. The need was so great that he felt as if he might die with out them.

A memory swam across his vision. Blackhat leaning against his desk with his arms folded across his chest laughing at a younger version of himself petulantly.

“I know doctor. I’ve known it since the moment you came here. You think I’m a fool! You think I don’t know everything that happens in my own home.”

Flug watched his younger self stood there in shock of blackhat’s words.”So you knew it was me the whole time and you let me suffer. Why? You hurt when I hurt. I know you do!” Yelled younger Flug hurt and anger marring his voice.

Blackhat walked over to younger Flug, who stood his ground fists clenched head held high, and towered over him in his full height. “Get this through your head human because I’m only going to say it once. There are only two things in this world that I can say without a doubt that I love. Money and power. That will never change. It will never be you. How could I want someone as weak and fragile as you.” He said as he leveled Flug with a look of disdain.

He sat up bringing up his hand and touched his forehead. His head felt fuzzy and light like it might just float away at any second. He slipped his hand under his paper bag. His cheeks were stained with tear streaks. What the heck was that? That conversation never happened. He’d remember if he got humiliatingly rejected by his boss. That’s not just something you just forget. The pain must have been making him hallucinate. Yeah the pain. The pain had never been this bad before. Sure there were flare ups every now and then but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a little ibuprofen. This was different, more intense. Something had changed he knew it. But what could it have been? He hoped his soulmate wasn’t in any danger or pain wherever they were.

Flug’s train of thought was interrupted by a loud knocking on the lab door. He stood up slowly taking some baby steps just to make sure he was ok before walking over and looking through the peephole. He was met with a wet black nose sniffing the door. Flug righted his paper bag and coat before unlocking the door. He was greeted with a plate of meatloaf and potatoes piled high enough to feed a small family. It smelled wonderful but Flug wasn’t in the mood for food right now. “Desculpa me I guess I must’ve missed dinner again huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The bear gave him a concerning look as he tried to hand Flug his dinner. Flug shook his head and stepped back. “Gracias pansonchito. But I can’t. You know how I feel about cross contamination.” 505 put on his best puppy eyes trying to get him to give in. “Look I know I haven’t been eating right these past couple of days but I’m finished now and I promise I will eat as soon as I show jefecito the finished serum.” 505 didn’t look convinced but didn’t push. He gave Flug a small smile as he exited the lab taking the plate back to the kitchen. Flug hoped 505 wouldn’t wait up for him again. The poor thing would often like to wait up so they could fall asleep together. Flug often felt guilty for not having enough time for the bear so he vowed to make up for it with presents and handmade treats accompanied by an apology of course. He was evil not made of stone.

He closed the lab door and took a couple of calming breaths before cleaning up. The mess in his lab was starting to drive him crazy. Flug grabbed an ax from the supply closet in the corner of the lab and started chopping up the bodies of the failed experiments in to small pieces. He would’ve liked to ask demencia to throw the bodies into the incinerator for him seeing as he wasn’t strong enough but, that would mean letting her in to the lab which a no. He didn’t need more precious experiments destroyed. Flug threw the severed parts into the incinerator gagging at the putrid smell of burning flesh. He activated the air vents hoping the smell would air out by the morning. Lastly he mopped up the liquified heroes in to a biohazard bin bag and threw them in to the incinerator as well before starting in his own personal lab hygiene for the night.

Flug made his way up to blackhat’s office. It was already pretty late but he knew blackhat would want to know right away. He knocked and waited to be let in. No answer. “Jefe I’ve come with the fully functioning serum ready for distribution.” Still no answer. “Boss?” Flug took it upon himself to just let himself in. The room was empty and no sign of blackhat. It looked as if blackhat hadn’t been in here in a while judging by the mountain of paperwork left undone. Never had Flug seen blackhat neglect business work in all the time he’d been working for him. He just didn’t take days off, didn’t believe in them. The only other place to check would be his room.

Now here was the issue with that. When Flug had started working here blackhat had made it a point of telling him that if he had ever so much as thought Flug had been snooping around in there that he’d eat Flug slow and painfully while he was still living. Flug shuddered at the memory but the deadline still stood and if he disobeyed orders there would be worse consequences than death.

With his mind made up Flug climbed the stairs to the top floor of hat manor. The entire top floor was blackhat’s private chambers. He’d always been curious what the rooms up there contained. What kinds of things did blackhat like to collect? Maybe beautiful and expensive art pieces or books from ancient times with secret knowledge.

Now that Flug thought about it he didn’t really know what kinds of things blackhat liked? Blackhat being a very private person in general never talked about himself just his evil accomplishments. However by just observing him there were something’s he shared without meaning to. Like Flug knew he liked early Jazz from the 1890’s and had no love for sugary things. But not much more than that. A sad pang went through Flug’s chest. How is it that he was in love with a man that he barely even knew despite working with him for so many years?

By the time he reached the top he was trying to breath through his nose as not to alert anyone that he was fighting for his life to not pass out. Exercise had never been Flug’s strength despite being good at running from danger. Why did the manor even have stairs when it was more convenient to have an elevator. Flug figured the stairs were supposed to be more for aesthetic purposes than use since his boss didn’t really need them when he could phase through walls and fly.

This floor of the house was strange to say the least. It looked like he had just walked in to a mirror maze. There were tall black obsidian mirrors lined on the walls in place of where doors should have been. There was markings etched in to the edges of the mirrors in a language Flug couldn’t understand. He could’ve sworn he saw undefined swirling shapes and faces swimming in them. The walls were painted a dark green that had a black marbling pattern on it. As he passed them going forward he tried not to look directly at mirrors afraid that something might just be looking back at him or worse, that something might try to pull him in to the mirror trapping him in there forever. Being the house of a demon Flug didn’t doubt that the mirrors were portals to other dimensions like in the old stories his mother would tell him as a child.

Flug kept walking till he came to a red double door at the end of the hallway. He didn’t know how he knew this was blackhat’s room but he did. Flug steeled his nerves as he brought his hand up to knock when a shouting cry came from inside the room. It sounded like blackhat was in pain. Flug burst through the doors forgoing formalities as he pushed a button on his watch and it transformed in to a tranquilizer gun with bullets so potent they’d knock out and elephant in 15 seconds flat. If there was someone in here they were sure to be flugs next testing subject. But as he looked around there didn’t seem to be any danger from what he could see. Granted he could see very little with the only light being from the hallway. There was a deliciously sweet smell coming from the room. It smelled unlike any pastry he’d ever had before. It was making Flug salivate. The wail came again. It was coming from the bed in the far right corner of the room. He could hear wet slapping sounds as he got closer. The room was so dark that he didn’t see what was happening at first but as his eyes adjusted he could only watch in shock.

Blackhat on his side facing away from Flug as he used both hands to stroke two cocks. His chest and hands were covered in come. Flug quickly tried to back track out of the room quietly but ended up tripping on a discarded shoe on the floor. He fell with a grunt landing on his back.

The room went deadly silent nothing could be heard except for the fast beating of Flug’s heart in his own ears. He had even stopped breathing hoping blackhat would dismiss the noise. Blackhat sat up slowly and looked over his shoulder at Flug. His eyes were an illuminous red like two brightly burning coals raked over an open flame. “Flug?” He said with a confused sort of look. Like he couldn’t be sure if Flug was really their or not. It disturbed Flug a little.

“Perdon boss I was just coming to tell you I completed the serum” blackhat got up from the bed and started walking twords Flug his movements purposeful and unhurried. “but I can see your busy so I’ll just leave.” Flug made a dash for the door barely getting through it when two tentacles wrapped around his stomach pulling him back in to the room so that his back slammed against blackhat’s chest knocking the breath out of him for a second.

“Blackhat I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come up here I was looking for you but couldn’t find you so I thought I’d check your room. Please don’t eat me!” Flug said thrashing to get away and talking so fast as if these might be his last words. Considering the situation they very well just might be. Blackhat brought his hand up to flugs chest the sleek material of his leather gloves feeling warm to the touch as his hand slid up to flugs neck enclosing it in a lose grip. His other arm wrapped around Flugs waist. Flug went still and waited trembling and afraid for blackhat to dish out his punishment. But the harsh words didn’t come and neither did the rough maltreatment.

Blackhat nuzzled the back of his head making soft trilling and purring noises like a cat. What. “Sir? Are you ok?”

Soft lips trailed up the side of Flug’s neck to his ear making his knees almost go weak. Blackhat kissed Flug’s ear through the bag“¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” he whispered. Flug's whole body shivered.

“Sir I think somethings wrong with you. You don’t seem yourself.” He said only half heartedly trying to get away now.

Blackhat unwound his arm from flugs waist and slid it down to massage the growing bulge in Flug’s pants. Flug gripped blackhat’s wrist more for purchase than to stop him. It felt so good to finally be touched like this by the person he loved most. But he knew this wasn’t right no matter how good it felt.

“Sir please,” he gasped as he tried to pry blackhat’s hand off his crotch. “I really think we should take a look at you. Somethings obviously not right!”

“Don’t worry Flug I’ll make it right this time” blackhat said in a breathy whisper as the hand on his neck slid up under the bag so he could stroke Flug's lips with his thumb.

Flug began to panic not wanting blackhat to see his face. He started to thrash even harder than before but blackhat held him fast. He could feel tentacles already working on taking off his pants. In a last attempt he pressed the button on his watch and shot all the darts into the tentacle wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t sure if it would work but it was the only thing he could think to do. Blackhat hissed as the darts sunk in to his flesh, biting Flug on the shoulder in retaliation to the stinging from the needles. Flug could feel the grip blackhat had on him loosen till he was able to pry himself away and watch as his boss tried to take wobbly steps towards him. A hand outstretched mumbling don’t leave me as legs gave out and he fell. Flug waited a few seconds before checking to see if blackhat was completely out.

Again, what in the hell was that?! Flug looked back on the week to see what could’ve caused such a reaction from his boss. Nothing coming to mind except, except the whole tube of animal changing serum he dumped on him a couple of days ago. But that was supposed to turn you into an animal not alter your brain to being in love with someone you hated. Flug figures he’d have to do some testing on his boss to get to the bottom of this.

He righted blackhat’s pants and shirt before dragging him by the ankles out of the room. Not that there was anyone who would dare comment on the situation but still Flug felt it was the right thing to do.

As he passed the obsidian mirrors flug heard soft laughing and cackling.

“Oh my and he said he’d never complete the bond.”

“Yeah looks like the kid finally remembered how fun!”

“Well the next meeting is sure to be quite enjoyable.”

“Who’s there?”Flug said turning to face the hall of mirrors but saw nothing but only dozens of his own reflection. He turned back around and pulled a little faster not really wanting to find out who was there.

Looking down the stair case Flug had two options. Try to carry blackhat and definitely break his body in the process or an alternative solution.

“Oh well” thought Flug it not like his boss was gonna die from a little fall down the stairs.

#villainous #villanos #paperhat #black hat x dr flug #blackhat #monster x human #writing #tetero #dr flug #monster romance #romance

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rrreminiscencias-blog · 6 years ago

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Vagones llenos

Hoy los rizos se alborotan con la corriente de aire que deja el Metro al pasar. Ella observa a los pasajeros bajarse y volverse a subir. El martes 19 de marzo a las 5:00 p.m. en la estación Estadio del Metro de Medellín, una mujer de unos 15 años, 1,60 m de estatura, con un rubio teñido de bote que le llegaba a la cintura y le rozaba el cinturón de lentejuelas azules, sandalias de plataforma color café claro, taches dorados en los lados y una abertura al frente que dejaba ver que el esmalte rojo y rosado de sus uñas se estaba cayendo, caminaba hacia el policía que estaba al lado de los torniquetes. Su actitud coqueta revelaba sus intenciones.

Entre preguntas sobre cómo se llega hasta Suramericana y el movimiento con el que se enrollaba el cabello, la chica aventaba una que otra mirada al uniformado. Él, por su parte, se comportaba reacio a sus insinuaciones. Mientras compartía risas burlonas con su compañero ella continuaba moviéndose, mordiéndose los labios pintados hace algunas horas de un rojo que en su principio debió ser intenso y que a estas horas se ve desgastado. “¿No te cansa estar parado todos los días?” “¿Y es que para trabajar aquí hay que ser callado o sólo no querés hablar?” “Debes ver mujeres muy lindas aquí”. El policía evitaba el contacto visual. Al ver que él se comportaba esquivo, ella caminó hacia el teléfono público mientras las caderas le hacían bailar el cabello y el jean de rotos se le bajaba levemente dejando a la vista el filo de un cachetero rosado. Metió las monedas y marcó un número que sabía de memoria. “¿Qué está haciendo?” “Estaba pensándolo y quería verlo.” “¿Está ocupado?” “Hace rato no nos vemos.” “¿Ya se está charlando a otra?” Cuelga como enojada y nota que la están viendo “¡Es que todos los hombres que se me acercan son unos malagradecidos!” Y sí. Entre los 820.000 pasajeros que mueve el Metro cada día seguramente habrá muchos hombres malagradecidos

Uno de esos pasajeros repartía volantes sobre un nuevo motel ubicado en la Av. San Juan. Hablaba sobre su inauguración, características físicas y la promoción que venía con él. En la parte de atrás un pequeño mapa con el símbolo de Venus señalando el lugar entre edificios y locales de mecánica, chatarrerías y tiendas “¡Este es mejor que el Golden, aunque les toque caminar un poquito. Las habitaciones son pequeñas, pero más bacanas, los condones van por parte de la casa, acá no metemos cuento de que es un hotel, uno sabe a lo que van los pelados, le cobramos por el cuarto de hora, para que el polvo no le salga tan caro. ¿Y sabe qué mami? Si llevás el volante te dan descuento”. “¿Tenés con quién ir?” “Yo voy a estar éstos días por acá”

Sus palabras salían como si el trabajo incluyera la oferta al momento de entregar el papel. Había quienes lo botaban después de recibirlo, otros lo leían detenidamente, miraban hacia los lados y lo guardaban rápido en el bolsillo del maletín o del pantalón. No faltaba quien lanzara una mirada despectiva al chico. Una señora de edad vestía pantalones de lino y un busito de lana, aunque el día estuviera caluroso. Después de leer el volante dirigió la vista de nuevo al chico, detalló sus jeans desgastados en las suelas, sus zapatos sucios, la riñonera terciada y el piercing en la ceja, apretó contra su pecho las bolsas que llevaba y luego se dio la vuelta como juzgándolo.

Es que como dijo Paola, una joven de 23 años, otra de esos 820.000 pasajeros: “Acá ya no lo dejan trabajar a uno”. Ella viaja todos los días desde el municipio de Bello por ese tren largo blanco con la raya verde amarilla en el medio, se para en el semáforo de afuera, sobre la 70, carga a su criatura de 3 meses y dice: “¡Soy una desempleada más de este país de injusticias!” Paola también está cansada de las miradas despectivas de quienes pasan a su lado. La cobija azul de estrellas amarillas donde guarda el babero, los pañales y el chupón hace las veces de monedero mientras mantiene protegido a su niño. Se sienta unos minutos a amamantarlo. Entretanto llega la otra tanda de personas que bajan apuradas las escaleras. Pide un vaso con agua caliente en el local de la esquina y saca un sobre de leche Klim que una chica le regaló en la mañana, mezcla todo en el tetero y se echa unas goticas en la mano para comprobar que no esté muy caliente. Mientras le da de comer a su hijo habla del joven adinerado que conoció en el prostíbulo donde ella trabajaba: “Estaba medio drogado, medio perdido. Yo sabía que no era del barrio porque llegó en un carro gris muy bonito, de esos que la gente casi no lleva por allá. Sólo fue esa noche. Él me pagó con un billete morado después de dejarme el ojo del mismo color. ¡Y mire con qué encarte terminé!”, y así recuerda y le saca los gases al bebé. Ella se acostumbró a hablar rápido, aunque al principio le costaba. “Es que esto de pedirles plata es una habilidad, pero bueno, será seguir trabajando, Dios la bendiga mami.” Se paró cuando la gente empezó a bajar de nuevo por las largas grises escaleras del Metro. “Hermosa, ��me regalas 30 segundos de tu tiempo?” “Cuéntame”.

Eran alrededor de las 6:30 de la tarde cuando Camilo, un chico de 20 años, alto y delgado, camisa verde, pantaloneta y tenis sucios se acercó y empezó a relatar sobre lo que había tenido que pasar para llegar hasta Medellín. Viajó 4 horas en bus desde Venezuela hasta Cúcuta, la frontera con Colombia. De ahí fue mochilero tres semanas hasta llegar a Pamplonita, reunió dinero para pagar un bus hacia Medellín. Limpió parabrisas, hizo malabares en los semáforos y mendigó en las calles. Ha trabajado vendiendo dulces en la misma estación desde que llegó porque “se cansó de ir de un lado para otro”. Luce cansado, habla sobre lo ricas que son las galletas que vende. “Se las compro a un chamo que las comercia en otra estación, lo conocí en la residencia a la que llegué”. Se distrae mientras cuenta la historia. “Perdón el atrevimiento, no soy capaz de seguir vendiendo galletas a una dama tan hermosa, ¡Qué elegancia! ¡Qué finura! Así no me compres nada regálame una sonrisa”. Suelta la canasta con galletas en el suelo, la canasta con un mantel rojo se roza con la acera. Le agarra una mano y la besa, primero la palma, luego los dedos, después de un movimiento brusco por parte de la dama se voltea rápidamente a atender a alguien que quiere una de las galletas de la canasta. “Parce, ¿a cómo la galleta?” “Qué hambre nea.” “¿Va a querer una?” “Tengo de chocolate, de vainilla y de naranja”.

El romance llegó hasta ahí, fue corto, efímero, como las promociones de Venus y sus cuartos chiquitos, acogedores, condones gratis y ubicación casi estratégica. Los jeans desgastados y la riñonera terciada. Como la atención que no demuestra el policía, quien no cede a la chica de pelo teñido rubio de bote, aunque él se haya detenido a ver cómo ella bajaba las escaleras con su cabello largo y su cinturón azul. Como quien ve irse una oportunidad. Las estrellas azules y la cobija amarilla con el bebé al que lo alimentan de leche Klim de sobre. Una parte pequeña, 7 trenes que descargaron y recogieron en la estación Estadio un porcentaje de las 820.000 personas. 40 minutos de lo que debe ser un largo día de siete.

El policía sigue mirando detenidamente a las mujeres que pasan por el torniquete, quizás buscando a otra que necesite sus indicaciones, así no sea rubia ni con uñas pintadas, ni cinturón de lentejuelas. Siguen entregándose volantes y ofrecimientos. Galletas vendidas o despreciadas, manos besadas y cumplidos. Una que otra moneda regalada de quien alcanza a escuchar la historia de Paola y se conmueve, ya sea por la cobija azul con estrellas o la historia triste del bebé y el hombre del billete morado. Ella deja de observar, se recoge los rizos con una liga mientras se va la corriente de aire detrás del tren blanco con la raya verde amarilla en el medio.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 year ago

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Working on entirely too many WIPs

And if you want to know more about any of these couples/stories, please feel free to ask about them, I have so many thought rattling around about each of them!

#tanco speaks #tetero romance #monsterfucking #fair warning the vampire/werewolf are toxic and working on it #the demon/witch are just straigh up abusive *cough cough* dog teeth

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1001scoganmusings · 3 years ago

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Loving you shouldn’t be this easy part 1

Summary: Flug dumping a botched experiment on blackhat ends up revealing a hidden secret that could change the both of them forever.

Ship: Blackhat x Flug

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral(receiving)

Length: 2760K

A/N: Just getting back into writing positive criticisms welcome❤️This a bilingual fic cuz we all know villainous is a Spanish crime family so glossary here:

Quantos veses- how many times

Sí jefe - yes boss

Dezculpa me jefe - forgive me boss

Me caí peseta cuando no puedes haser los simplemente de cosas. Eres un humano o un pinche animal- I cant stand it when you can’t even do the simplest things right. Are you a human or a fucking animal?

Entendido - understood

Tan sensible aqui mi amor- how sensitive you are here my love

mi amor - my love

Te amo- I love you

Ya me vengo- I’m coming

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“There finally finished” flug announces to himself feeling proud of his latest invention. Black hat had ordered him to come up with a serum that would turn heroes into animals. Flug figured a client wanted to eat their nemesis but was squeamish about cannibalism. He had only been given a week to complete the weapon so human trials still had to be done but that part would be easy enough with dimencia’s help.

“What’cha doin nerd?” Speak of the devil. Feelings of annoyance crept up his chest dampening his good mood. He had forgotten to lock the lab door, again.

”Dimencia” he said in a tired and monotone voice, “quantos veses am I going to have to tell you to stay out of my lab.” Dimencia was more the embodiment of a bratty younger sister he never wanted than a professional assassin when she became bored which was not good for anyone in close proximity.

”Hmmm” She feigned thinking and began rubbing her chin with her thumb and pointer finger as if stroking an invisible goatee. “At least a thousand more.” She said as she lept on to the desk with a maniacal laugh and began ripping up precious notes and throwing viles and containers of future experiments on to the ground where they broke upon impact.

“Dimencia no!” Flug quickly opened up a drawer with a secret compartment in it and placed the serum in there for safe keeping.

When the serum was safe Flug ran and tackled dimencia off his desk. She was stunned for a moment but recovered and began wrestling him.

Flug rolled them so he was on top and held dimencia’s arms down. “What do you want from me!” He said in a winded and angry tone. Not wanting to let on just how much the wrestling match was tiring him out but with the sweat dripping down his neck anyone could tell just by looking.

She shrugged her shoulders but was lookin all too pleased with herself

“I was just-“

“You had better be finished with your work if you have time to roll around on the ground like pigs doctor.” Blackhat said softly with a bored expression on his face. But Flug wasn’t fooled for a second. He had worked for Blackhat long enough to know when his boss was pissed. Dimencia and Flug broke apart and quickly got to their feet. “Si jefe all done with the latest invention.” Flug said as he righted his lab coat and paper bag.

Dimencia ran up to blackhat and threw her arms around him locking him in a bear hug. “Ahh my love it’s only been 5 hours and 32 mins since I last saw you but i swear it feels like it’s been years.” She said with a dreamy far off look.

“Get off of me you insufferable and foolish girl!” Blackhat said as he conjured up tentacles to pry her off of him. “How many times have I told you not to touch me with your filthy hands!” He screeched in her face almost deafening her as he summoned up a glowing green portal and flung her in it.

“Uhh where exactly did you send her boss?” Flug said still looking curiously at the spot where the portal had just been.

“To the nightmare dimension. If we’re lucky once she comes out of there she’ll be so traumatized she won’t even dare to look in my direction with out cowering in fear.” Blackhat said rubbing his hands with a fiendish smile as if he could already imagine the exact scenario playing out in his head. Flug on the other hand seriously doubted this. If anything at worst, dimencia had just gotten an unpaid vacation. But for fear of his life Flug decided to keep that last bit of information to himself.

He walked back to the cabinet and retrieved the serum. “It is finished correct.” Blackhat said over his shoulder practically whispering in to his ear. Flug would never understand why blackhat did this. Even when he started working here this sort of thing happened. What was the point of sneaking up on him? Was he trying to fluster or intimidate him? This. This right here is the real reason Flug was so nervous and fidgety around his boss. Most people would’ve chalked it up to fear or anxiety and while they wouldn’t be necessarily wrong, they were only half right. If Blackhat ever found out just how much Flug was attracted to him he was sure that ridicule and pain would follow. Mostly in the form of reveling in the scientists unrequited feelings. Flug had hoped when he realized his feelings for blackhat his soulmark would’ve made some sort of indication. He knew it was different for everyone. Some people’s glowed while others heard music like angel choir when they met their soulmate. But at this point it just seems like a fantastical dream of a demented fan like dimencia. He could almost empathize with her. Plus it’s not like the organization left him even a little time to date. Blackhat had some new task for him everyday and with all the deadlines there was just no room for anyone else in his life.

Flug took a deep breath and turned around expecting blackhat to be behind him but he was over by his desk looking nonchalant and expecting as if he hadn’t just sent Flug’s head and heart through a mental obstacle course. Flug walked over to him still thinking of his bosses behavior when a piece of the bottom half of a beaker tripped him up causing him to stumble and fall right in front of Blackhat’s feet.

“Desculpa me jeffe. I didn’t see the glass on the floor.” Flug said hurriedly trying not to panic and failing when he picked up the vile and saw most of it was gone. He looked to his boss and saw that he had managed to spill most of it on blackhat.

“You clumsy imbecile. Can’t you even walk properly. Me caí peseta cuando no puedes haser los simplemente de cosas. Eres un humano o un pinche animal.” Blackhat said rolling as he stared down at Flug as if he had just stepped in to something nasty. Now this behavior Flug recognized. As much as he hated to admit it blackhat’s words hurt the most. Most of the time he could brush off or just ignore the insults and degrading comments but it seemed the more he accepted his feelings for blackhat the harder it was for him to disregard the hurtful words. Even if for a crazy second he confessed his feelings there was no way blackhat would reciprocate said feelings. Flug wasn’t even sure blackhat was capable of love. Could demons even love. Let alone love in the same in the same way humans could.

“Even worse your little experiment doesn’t seem to be working.” Flug swallowed down his pain and got up. “Maybe the serum has no effect on you given your demonic nature but it should work on heroes.” He hopes anyway.

“What do you mean should.” Blackhat hissed at Flug. “I gave you ample time to come up with a fully functional serum.” The anger barely contained in his voice.

“Well sir it’s just that you didn’t exactly give me enough time for human trials.” Flug congratulated himself for keeping eye contact and not stuttering even if he was so nervous he might throw up.

“Fine. I will retrieve dimencia from the nightmare dimension and have her fetch you some qualifying humans. Tomorrow maybe. And I had better have a finished product in my hands in half the time I gave you to make it.”

“But sir that’s-“

“Unless you aren’t the prodigal genius I had believed you were in which case I see no reason to keep you around here any longer.” Blackhat said with a haughty smile knowing he had won.

“Entendido.” Flug said resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be sleeping for the next 3 days.

“Excellent.” Blackhat transformed in to a formless Spector and phased through the ceiling leaving a bright green plasma sludge mark. Flug was officially done with the day and just wanted to sleep but not before a bath. Flug had always been big on hygiene even before he became a scientist. Something about being clean and neat just made everything feel right in his world. He discarded the lab coat in to a bin by the door labeled bio hazard, that led to an incinerator, as he locked up for the night. They were always burned and never to be worn twice just incase the coat might have become contaminated with whatever experiments that had been worked on that particular day.

Flug made a bee line for his room that had graciously been equipped with a bathroom. When he had first started at blackhat organization he had been deathly afraid of sharing a bathroom with others he didn’t want for others to see his face. Hell blackhat didn’t even know what he looked like. Flug had never shown anybody. The only people who knew were his parents but they were dead Flug had seen to it personally. But blackhat had been quick to inform him that he would have his own bed and bathroom. A small mercy really.

Flug reached the bathroom and made quick work of his clothes and paper bag making sure to throw it before setting out a new one. He then went to the shower and turned on the water. The water ran a good 5 minutes giving it enough time to warm up before he got in. The hot water on flugs back felt heavenly. Most of the tension in his body completely melting away by the second.

Flug washed himself from head to toe making sure to be extra careful around his soulmark. A soulmark could appear anywhere on a persons body he knew it just so happened that flug’s was on his inner thigh on the right leg. It looked like an ink blot from one of those warshack tests. To him it looked like a huge black monster with many tentacles and eyes. That’s what made him hope ithat his soulmate was blackhat. At the time he had been so sure but now he felt he was connecting dots that weren’t actually there. Maybe his soulmate was goth or something. Not that he would mind in fact he hoped it would be another villain or at least someone who appreciated the villain lifestyle. Though he had to admit their marks wouldn’t be the typical matching set some people got. He could only wonder what his soulmates mark looked like if his looked like this.

That wasn’t the issue though. The issue was That his soulmark had become more sensitive the older he was getting. It wasn’t nearly as sensitive when he was younger but he had read research papers saying the older one got the more sensation you could feel from your mark or some people just stop feeling it all together. Did this mean his soulmate was close by or was his body urging him to find them? Either way it was driving him crazy.

He had been making sure to wrap his mark in gauze everyday just incase his thighs touched so he wouldn’t give himself a boner during the day.

He gently grazed the mark with his finger tips feeling a tingling go up his spine and his cock slowly start to get hard. Thoughts of blackhat were supplied to him by his treacherous mind. Well there’s no better sleep than after sex sleep. Flug slowly stroked his cock and imagined blackhat on his knees with his arms wrapped around his thighs as he kiss up and down them.

“Tan sensible aqui mi amor. I wonder how sensitive you are here.” Flug strokes a little faster as he imagines blackhat laving up and down the underside of his cock and around the head with his soft and wet snake like tongue. Even going as far to tease the slit of Flugs cock. The mental image alone was enough to almost make him come.

Precome starting to fall from the tip making for better strokes. “Tell me doctor.” blackhat said giving Flug a salacious grin. “Have you ever had someone make you come so hard you couldve sworn your heart stopped beating.” No he really hadn’t but dear god was Flug ready too. Blackhat took the head of flugs cock in to his mouth and began bobbing his head slowly taking more and more of Flug in to his mouth with each downward motion. Flug matched fantasy blackhat’s tempo and worked himself up torn desperately by wanting to go faster but not wanting to disrupt the fantasy. “Please sir more I need, I need-“ Flug could hardly believe how needy his voice and body had become just from imagining his boss giving him a blowjob.

Blackhat stopped his ministrations altogether. “Tell me mi amor what do you need.” Blackhat said letting his warm breath fan on flugs cock making it twitch. Flug needed blackhat’s mouth back on his cock or he felt he might just die from how bad he needed to come at this point. Flug closed his eyes trying to power through the embarrassment.

“I want you to-“

“Look at me when you speak doctor. I want to see the unbridled lust i your eyes when you beg.” Flug did as blackhat requested and imagined holdin blackhat’s face with both hands and looking straight into his eyes. “I want you to finish sucking my cock. I want you to make me come so hard like you said. Please, I need it. I need you. Te amo.”!The words just wouldn’t stop coming once Flug opened his mouth. The intensity behind them shocking even him.

“Well said doctor if that’s what you want who am I to with hold such pleasure.” Blackhat took flugs cock back in to his mouth this time sucking in earnest.” But Flug was too worked up to keep the fantasy. He speed up his stroking till he was practically just jumping his hand at this point. “Oh I’m, I’m, ya me vengo. I’m, oh, I’m coming yes yes.” Flug came all around very his hand with a loud moan. He was left with a tingling sensation starting from his scalp and all the way down to his toes incomplete euphoric bliss letting his brain slowly come back online. All that could be heard in the restroom now was the running shower and flugs heavy breathing.

The it hit him. Did he really, did he really just admit to himself that he was in love with blackhat?! Flug could feel his face heat up again with a vengeance. Did his feelings go deeper than just a crush on his boss?! That would’ve been great if, blackhat ever even thought he was good enough for him. By the looks of their work relationship He knew he was only tolerated at best and a clumsy nuisance at worst to his boss. Feelings of shame and self loathing clawed at flugs chest leaving a lump in his throat that made him feel like crying. He knew blackhat would never love him and wasn’t his soulmate but he hated that he couldn’t stomp out the small flicker of hope he kept inside himself. Even if it was just fools gold if you will. Flug knew that he would never give up on his feelings for blackhat until he met his soulmate for real. This solution was probably very unhealthy but he would cross that emotional bridge and everything that comes with it when he got there. For now he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He got out and toweled off and put on a T-shirt with an airplane on it with a fresh new paper bag in place. As Flug was on the half way point of being awake and drifted off to sleep he didn’t quite know why but he couldn’t help feeling that he was being watched. But before he could question it sleep dug it’s claws in and pulled him under in to the realm of sleep.

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Loving you shouldn’t be this easy pt. 3

A/N: sorry for the delay tumblr wasn’t letting me post. Plot has finally come! I’ve decided to make this a crossover series tell me what you think. This story is also on my ao3 account.

Word count: 6.9k

Translations:

Niño- little boy

Flug y yo soy un hombre de dieciocho años no un niño - Flug and I’m a man of 18 years old not a little boy

Oh bilingüe eh. En ese caso, encarjarás aquí muy bien. - oh bilingual huh. In that case you’ll fit in just fine here

usted gusano sin valor- you worthless worm

No me importa lo que crees que sabes o de quién lo escuchaste- I don’t care what you think you know or what you heard from anyone else

Cobarde-coward

And as always minors DNI

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A wave of nausea went through blackhat as he awoke to the blinding white lights of the lab. Every breath he took burned his throat it was as if he was inhaling smoke. His whole body cried in protest as he sat himself up right. It felt like he had taken a beating of some sort. Blackhat could see he was in a cage of pure silver with holy markings etched into the bars. He could feel the markings dampening his powers leaving him weakened and sluggish. He gave a low throaty growl. He’d rather peel the flesh from his bones with a dull knife layer by layer than to ever feel weak.

He had only himself to blame though. He thought he should’ve have been able to control himself but judging from the horrendous events of last night it seemed that he was wrong. The bond between him and Flug would no longer tolerate being suppressed and ignored. Blackhat could feel his magic was too weak inside the cell no longer able keep up with straining the bond. Flug would eventually piece things together he just knew it. He knew this would eventually happen but he had just hoped it would be much later down the road. He signed in defeat resting his head in his hands.

These passed days have been horrible. All he could think about was the damn scientist. Even going so far as to spy on him when he was working and completely ignoring his own work. He didn’t really care for what Flug was doing but the need to be close to him was so great he on more than one occasion tried to touch Flug. Only through sheer willpower alone did he stop himself. For so long he thought the right choice to dismiss flug as his mate was the right one. Now feeling emotions he didn’t quite understand try to claw their way out of his chest from just holding Flug close last night had him second guessing his choice. He could still remember the warmth of Flug’s body as pressed himself against him. Flug had sounded so needy as he touched the scientist’s body with delicate touches that had him mewling and moaning as if he’d never been touched before. Oh how he had desperately wanted to take Flug on his bedroom floor and make him cry out his name as he buried himself over and over again inside of Flug till his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. He shook his head trying to shake the memory before he embarrassed himself any further. If only Flug hadn’t come to him that day begging for a job.

Yes he remembered the day Flug had shown up out of the blue demanding to be his right hand man.

Blackhat had just come back from a meeting in hell when a plane crashed in to his manor.

He rushed to the roof expecting to put down a pathetic hero with delusional visions of grandeur. But when he got there all he saw was a kid with a paper bag over his head dusting himself off and getting out a large duffel bag from the cockpit. But that wasn’t what held his attention. The younger mans clothes were singed from the fire of the wreckage leaving holes and in his pants and shirt. On his thigh a mark could be seen peeking through. He knew that mark all too well. He had a similar one on his chest over his heart. Blackhat stood froze in shock as this kid walked over to him. A determined and cautious look about him.

“Lord blackhat sir I’ve come to work for you and to be your right hand man.”

Blackhat regained his composure making his face as blank as possible. “And why would I hire you? What qualities do you possibly poses that I might even remotely find useful?”

“I’m a scientist first and foremost. I invented most of the technology the heroes use. Which means I know how to defeat them and get them out of your hair for good. I promise to make blackhat organization the number one weapons distributor in the world with my inventions.” Blackhat seriously doubted this.

“A bold claim coming from someone who hasn’t even made a name for themselves.” The teen seemed to deflate a little but blackhat could smell the anger in him rising. Blackhat had heard of this inventor from a few moles within hero society on his payroll. Supposedly a genius child prodigy inventor made all the tech that the hero’s used but he had never seen him with his own eyes before. They had been doing quite a good job at hiding him away from prying eyes.

“How can I trust that this isn’t some ploy you and the heroes cooked up to gain access to the intel inside my manor.”

The young man put the bag down and unzipped it. The smell of rotting and decaying flesh hit blackhat as it wafted through the air. It was the mangled remains of a hero by the name of The Contortionist. A pesky hero who had been interrupting his distribution of weapons on the black market. Blackhat didn’t know what the hero had done to the kid to deserve death but it did warm his cold unfeeling heart to see one of their own turn against them.

“A gift if you will. I’d like to submit this as my resume sir.”

“What do you call yourself Niño?”

“Flug y yo soy un hombre de dieciocho años no un niño.”

“Oh bilingüe eh. En ese caso, encarjarás aquí muy bien.”

Still Flug wasn’t the evilest name in the world but that was just the nature of scientists he supposed. They were always named something incredibly plain and uninteresting.

Blackhat reached out to shake Flug’s hand. “Fine your hired. But under the condition that you give all the info you have on all the hero’s you worked for. I want secret identities, home addresses, normal work places anything that can help me to destroy them.”

“You got it boss.”

Over the course of the next few weeks blackhat watched Flug very closely not giving him a moments privacy just incase he tried to contact anyone outside the manor. He noticed two things during his observations. One Flug was very hygienic almost to the point of being a germaphobe. And two Flug was very brilliant. Not that he would ever tell him to his face. He could produce an invention in record time no matter how ridiculously short of a deadline blackhat gave him. Flugs inventions always superseded his expectations drawing even more customers then ever before with their efficiency. This was a level of dedication that you couldn’t buy or intimidate someone in to having. He was convinced Flug was serious about the things he had said. Rare since human rarely ever followed through with their promises in his experience. How foolish the heroes had been to let him slip through their grasp.

As for the little surprise of the scientist being his soulmate he had decided to disregard it completely. There was no reason to tell Flug if he didn’t have to. The bond seemed happy enough that they were in close proximity to one another and Flug had not noticed the link between them. Blackhat could constantly feel how Flug was feeling. How could creatures who lived and died in the blink of an eye feel so much all the time. It was making him sick to feel things he couldn’t even begin to describe. The worst so far had been feeling Flug’s constant need to sleep. Backhat never slept but the drowsiness coming from Flug was hard to ignore. So with no choice in the matter Blackhat slept for the first time in centuries. This pissed him off beyond belief. There were so many hours lost that could’ve gone to working on his business. Getting fed up and annoyed he used his powers to strain the bond to prevent Flugs emotions from seeping through. It was a temporary solution but better than revealing what was actually going on and having to deal with uncharted territory. The plan had seemed full proof or so he had thought.

They had been in his office going over the plans for their next set of inventions for the year that would need to go out before the end of the month when a letter shot out from the green flames of his fireplace on to his desk. Blackhat picked it up and opened it.

“It seems we’ve been invited to this years villains ball.”

“We sir?”

“Yes we Flug. You do work for me correct?” He said raising a brow.

“You know I do.” Flug said crossing his arms giving blackhat an unimpressed look.

“Then why say something so idiotic.” Blackhat rolled his eyes wondering how someone so smart could say the stupidest of things sometimes.

The day of the ball had arrived. Blackhat could see the usual villains dressed to the nines in their gaudiest outfits most of them being his customers. A villain by the name of Ms. Marianna Moriarty approached them greeting blackhat with a beautiful sweet smile, her long green sequin dress trailing behind her as she walked.

“Ahh blackhat I’m so glad to see you it’s really been too long.” She said in a thick country accent shaking his hand warmly. She was a thin pretty woman with long curly brown hair and a curvy figure. She looked more like a model from magazines and runway shows than a crime lord. “You remember my nephew Julius.” She gestured to the fellow beside her. He was tall with a lean build with slick back blonde tawny hair. He wore a suit that matched the color of his aunt’s dress. He looked like a younger version of Jude law but with green eyes. A handsome guy really. Julius smiled a charming smile as his aunt introduced him. “Yes I remember.” He said extending a handout to shake. “How are you settling in to your family’s business?” The Moriarty family had been in charge of all the money laundering that went on in villain society for the last 200 years. A true crime family if he ever saw one. “It’s fine sir but every now and then you get a cop or a judge that tries to play a hero even after they spent our money.” He laughed shaking his head ruefully at the end.

“The audacity of some people really. I trust they have been dealt with.”

“Not to worry sir. I deal with those matters personally. Can’t have people thinking their money isn’t safe in our care now can we.”

“No you most certainly can not.”

“Who’s the quiet fella you brought with you?”

Ms. Moriarty said pointing to Flug who had been standing there quietly observing their interaction.

“This is the newest addition to my business Dr. Flug. He’s my new scientist.”

“Nice to meet you.” Flug stepped forward shaking hands with the Moriarty’s.

“Ohh a new scientist huh. Well then you just have to meet rodolpho. He’s also a new scientist around here. You don’t mind if I borrow him for a bit do you honey?” She said sweetly as she linked her arms with flug and Julius already walking away disappearing in to the crowd.

Blackhat rolled his eyes at his old pet name and made his way up a grand staircase to the private rooms needing to get away from the stifling crowd. He reached the private rooms and placed his left hand in the center of the door letting his energy pour out and seep in to the door. There were no door knobs on the private rooms you could only get in if you were powerful enough to get passed the wards. This prevented any unwanted visitors from sneaking in and overhearing things they shouldn’t and ensured perfect secrecy. The door melted away letting him into the room. He stepped through in to the dimly lit room letting the door close behind him. It smelled of furniture polish and cigar smoke.

A group of demons were playing poker in the middle of the room not having seen him come in. A demon with red hair with matching deer ears and black small black antlers was the only one at the table smiling. He threw down his cards down revealing a royal flush and announced triumphantly “Read’em and weep boys.” The demons groaned in unison some of them cursing and banging their fists on the table.

“You fucking cheated Alastor!” A two headed demon that looked like a cross between a gorilla and a crocodile stood and shouted looking at the red haired demon with venom in his eyes.

“Don’t be a soar loser Santiago. I can’t help it if you suck at cards old sport. Maybe next time don’t gamble if you don’t have the money.” He said giving Santiago a cocky smirk. Alastor spotted blackhat from the corner of his eye.

“Well Its been fun and all taking all of your hard earned money but I have a very important business meeting now gentlemen. If you’ll excuse me I bid you all farewell and a pleasant rest of the evening.” Alastor stood and made his way over to blackhat. “This way please.” He gestured for blackhat to follow him. They walked through a pair of double doors that connected to the adjacent room next door. Blackhat heard the doors lock behind them as they entered. He made his way over to one of the large burgundy leather chairs and sat in it. It had an old world charm to it that blackhat had missed since the style had gone out. Alastor walked over to a mini bar in the corner of the room pouring two glasses of Scotch. He walked back over to blackhat handing him one of the glasses. “It’s Glenfarcias 1851.”

He sat down opposite of blackhat swirling his drink and taking a sip. “I do hope your enjoying the party old friend.”

Blackhat scoffed and took a drink feeling the burn of the scotch as it went down his throat. “You know I detest these gatherings. The only reason I showed up was because you said you had information I might find interesting in that letter you sent me.”

“Yes I think you’ll quite like it.” He put his drink down on the small table in between them. He sat forward and leveled blackhat with a serious expression. “Im going to kill Lucifer and take control of hell.”

“To think you dragged me to this accursed party just to say something so impossible.” Blackhat said shaking his head in disapproval.

“No it’s true I know how to take Lucifer down and gain control of hell. Just humor me for a second will you old friend.”

“You have until I finish my drink Alastor.”

“You and I both know how heavily hell relies on soul power. Demon royalty use it for almost everything but most importantly for protection against other citizens in hell. Technically hell should be a free for all. Why does demon royalty get a pass but the rest of hell has to fight just to survive being killed on a day to day basis. It’s not fair if you ask me.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know Alastor.”

“Well what if there just weren’t enough souls to go around in hell to power any of the protection wards.”

“What are you talking bout? Hell is the fullest it’s ever been. Humans can’t help but sin nowadays and even more are losing faith in the old god with each passing day. We won’t have to worry about a power shortage in hell anytime soon.”

“Well Lucifer’s daughter Charlie has come up with a brilliant idea. She wants to reform souls in hell so that they can go to heaven.”

“Her plan is as crazy as yours. Who in the hell would want to even go through with that?”

“Trust me it sounded crazy to me too at first.”

“Can it be done though? I’ve never heard of anything like that in all my years of existence.”

“I don’t know but she has theorizes that if she can reform even one denizen of hell who truly regrets their lifes actions and is willing to put in the work to change their ways for good that their soul will be saved and allowed in to heaven. I plan on helping her. If I can make this work then there’s a shot at killing Lucifer for good.”

“Why do you want Lucifer dead? It’s not like he’s ever meddled in to your affairs. He didn’t even bat an eye when you killed some of hells oldest and most powerful demons. No I know you. I know you couldn’t careless about redeeming souls or even owning hell. If you did you’d have taken over already. What’s the real reason your doing this? It has something to do with that princess I’d wager hmm?”

Alastor got up from his chair and stood in front of the fireplace with his back to blackhat. Blackhat heard him let out a heavy sigh as if he was being forced to say something he’d rather not but had no choice. “She’s my soulmate.”

“What?!” Blackhat said coughing as he felt burn of the scotch go down the wrong pipe.

Alastor took of one of his gloves and right on the back of his right hand was a golden apple. “Talk about forbidden fruit am I right.”

“Your sure it’s her.”

“She has the same mark on the back of her neck. I saw it one day when she was out with her family at a high party. I was invited by her father to talk business. He wanted to make sure the killing numbers stayed high in my part of hell. Then she walked up to us in a pretty thigh length red dress and her hair in a high bun. He introduced us and we talked making polite conversation till her mother called her over to where she was standing. And that’s when I saw it, a golden apple on the back of her neck just at the base as she turned to walk away. It shocked me to my core I’ll say that.”

“So you want to kill Lucifer because he might not approve of you?” Blackhat said raising a brow.

“No” said Alastor matter a fact tone as he put his glove back on. “I’m sure he couldn’t careless who his daughter dates. But, if Charlie does succeed do you think Lucifer is above killing his own daughter, his own flesh and blood, should she pose a threat to his iron grip on hell?”

“No I don’t.”

“I want to kill Lucifer before he kills Charlie. Will you help me?”

“Help you we don’t even know if her plan will work. For all we know Lucifer is letting his daft daughter go through with this ridiculous plan because he knows it won’t work. In case you’ve forgotten let me remind you he’s an angel.”

“Fallen angel old chum.”

“Fallen or not makes no difference. He has divine knowledge unknown to us on his side.”

“Yes but he’s the youngest angel in creation and, let me remind you, he is not all knowing. There’s no way the Christian god would have revealed something like that to one of his lackey messenger boys. Not even his favorite.”

“Maybe but we can’t know that since we went there.” Blackhat got up from his chair and went out on to the balcony this whole conversation was giving him a migraine.

Alastor came to stand beside him patiently waiting for his answer. “You know in all the centuries I’ve known you I’ve never asked for your help. But this is different. It’s important to me. I can’t lose Charlie, I refuse to. I will do anything in my power to keep her safe from harm.”

Blackhat chugged the last of his drink looking down at bottom of the glass as if it held the answer he should give. “One soul. Prove to me that she can save at least one blasted soul and then we can go from there.”

He could see that the ball was in full swing as he looked out on to the floor. There were couples dancing round and round in sync. They looked like little tiny dancers like the ones in a music box after you wound it up. He spotted Flug his temper rising at what he saw. Julius held Flug very close as they danced on the ballroom floor. Maybe it was the way Julius’s hand was a little too low on Flug’s hip. Or maybe it was that his face was too close to Flug’s but what ever it was blackhat didn’t like it.

“Here I think you need this.” Alistair raised his hand and held out a handkerchief to him.

“Why devil would I need that?” Alastor merely gestured down to his hand. In his anger he had shattered his glass in to pieces from holding it too tight. There was blood dripping down his arm on to the balcony ledge. He took the handkerchief picking out the pieces of glass from his skin before wiping his hand.

“My my to think, someone here has actually captured your eye. But who?” He look out into the direction blackhat had looked.

“I have no idea what your talking about.”

“Oh I see him but who is he? Can’t tell if he’s cute or not with the bag on his head. Have you ever seen him without it?”

“He’s Flug the new scientist I just hired and no I don’t know what he looks like. He never takes off the bag.”

“Surely a quick and thorough background check could provide you with some semblance of who he is.”

“Already tried that. He wiped out any known trace of himself from all data bases. He’s a damn ghost.

“What a smart little human. But that still doesn’t answer why you care about him?”

“Honestly it’s obvious to anyone with eyes blackhat. I’ve never seen you be so infatuated -“

“Infatuated?!”

“I just assumed you couldn’t feel love but I see I was wrong.”

“Your right about being wrong. I feel nothing for that human!”

“Oh that’s it isn’t it! Could it be? Oh say it isn’t true my friend.”

“What ever conclusion you think you’ve just come to let me be the first to tell you your wrong! Do you hear me! Wrong!”

“Has Cupid finally shot an arrow straight and true in to that cold and withered heart of yours.” Alastor said clutching his chest right over his heart. Blackhat rolled his eyes and shook his head at his friends dramatic antics.

“Or maybe it wasn’t cupid at all but the great Fate herself. Yes I see now. It’s as clear as day. He’s your soulmate isn’t he!?”

“Keep your voice down you fool.” Blackhat said even though he knew no one could hear them from on top of the balcony. Blackhat was quiet for a while not wanting to answer. “Yes” he mumbled in a hushed tone.

“What was that I couldn’t quite hear you over your delusional denial.”

“Yes blast you he’s my soulmate.” Blackhat yelled.

“You haven’t told him yet have you?”

“How did you know that?”

“Figured you must not have told him otherwise he wouldn’t be sneaking off to a private room with Marianna’s nephew.”

“He what!?” Blackhat turned back to the dance floor ready to jump over the ledge and maul Julius but they were still in the same place as before.

“Kidding.” Alastor said sticking out his tongue at blackhat. “You should tell him though. Um why haven’t you told him?”

“I don’t want a human for a mate. Its absolutely preposterous have you ever heard of such a thing? Plus I doubt he would be ecstatic about a demon being his mate.”

Alastor didn’t answer despite blackhat seeing he had something on the tip of his tongue to say.

“Out with it! what is it?! If you have something to say then say it.”

“Nothing really it’s just I think you should tell him is all.” He said resting his elbows on the ledge with a thoughtful look on his face. “Humans have a weird way of surprising us you know. Their reactions sometimes are quite the opposite of what we expect.”

“I don’t care what you say I will not be telling him. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve finished my drink and I’ll be taking my leave.”

“See you soon old friend.” What had he just gotten himself mixed up in. He left to collect Flug before he could make anymore stupid promises that might end up getting him killed. When he got to the dance floor Flug was nowhere to be seen.

“There you are handsome we’ve been looking for you all night. Were you hiding from us?” A group of beautiful women that usually kept him company at these drawling events swarmed him. A few linking arms with him. “Ladies I have no intention of entertaining your pathetic excuse for advances tonight. Now leave me be I’m looking for someone.”

“What do you mean? Who could be so important that you don’t have time for us.” said a woman Silvia or something he couldn’t remember. She was in a silver gown that made her look as if she was wrapped in tin foil than a designer dress with gaudy awful makeup. “I assure you madam I’d rather be with anyone else than here with you.” He broke free of the swarm and went out to the gardens.

“Finally blessed peace.”The fresh night air a soothing balm on his nerves. He stood at the entrance to the maze of a rose garden. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the link between him and Flug letting it pull him towards Flug using it as a sort of tracking device. Flug emotions are all over the place at the moment he couldn’t quite place them. It was making blackhat a little nauseous. He walked a while until he turned a corner coming to a clearing and saw the maze give way to a small white gazebo with a lake behind it. Soft smacking sounds could be heard from inside. There was a couple making out and getting handsy inside. Blackhat was about to turn around not wanting to interrupt until he recognized who exactly the couple was.

He saw Flug pushed up against the wall with his bag half way up leaving half of his face exposed and kissing Julius. Flug’s hands were buried in Julius’s hair pulling him closer and moaning as Julius pressed his body against Flug leaving no space between them.

“We are leaving come.” Flug righted his mask and clothes but said nothing as Blackhat opened a portal back to the manor and walked through it with Flug in tow.

Blackhat rounded on Flug the moment the portal closed. “I can’t believe you. I leave you alone for few moments and you let that pathetic excuse for a villain slobber all over you.”

“Why would that bother you? Last time I checked we weren’t an item?” Flug said calmly shrugging his shoulders.

Blackhat stopped for a moment. Flug was right there was no real reason for him to be upset. It’s not as if they were lovers and Flug didn’t know they were soulmates. So why did he react the way that he did?

Flug balled his hands at his side and stalked forward a predatory look in his eye. Each step he took forward caused blackhat to step back till he back hit the wall. Flug caged him in with his hands on either side of his shoulders leaving the tiniest bit of room between them. Blackhat was shocked to his core. No one had ever been able to corner him and throw him completely off guard ever. But something about Flug in this moment screamed danger.

“You know Ms. Moriarty told some funny stories at the party.” Flug said in a hushed tone. “Wanna hear my personal favorite of the night?” Blackhat was at a loss for words for the second time this night.

“She said back in the day when she younger and was still new to her family business you and her used to be a thing. She said she was happy the entire time you guys were together. That is till she caught sight of your soulmark.” Blast Marianna he vowed to throttle her the next time he saw her. How dare she share such personal information about him with just anyone.

“Can you guess know why that was?” Blackhat’s heart was jackhammering in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to escape these words but was pinned down by Flug’s piercing gaze.

“No? Well let me tell you. She said her soul mark didn’t matched yours and was inconsolable for weeks until you got fed up and dumped her. Now me being the curious person I am, I asked her what this soulmark of yours looked like. And what do you know, it was the exact description of my own soulmark. So I guess the question is, how long have you known that I’m you soulmate?”

Blackhat brought his hand up to Flug’s throat and spun them around so that Flug was now pressed against the wall. Blackhat was panicking. How had Flug turned the tables on him so quickly. Then it hit him. If Flug had already known from Ms.Moriarty that blackhat was his soulmate then the stunt with Julius was his test and blackhat had failed spectacularly. Only confirming what flug already knew. That’s why he was so calm when he flung his date in to the lake. What a smart little human indeed. Blackhat was almost impressed. His grip wasn’t enough to hurt Flug but just enough to get the message across. Blackhat brought his face so close to Flug’s that if someone were to pass by it would look as if they were about to kiss. “Don’t ever think you can over power me in my own home usted gusano sin valor. No me importa lo que crees que sabes o de quién lo escuchaste but put those nonsensical notions out of your head before you get yourself killed doctor.”

“Prove it then cobarde. Let me see with my own eyes that the soulmark on your chest doesn’t match mine.”

“I have nothing to prove to you.” Blackhat released Flug and turned into a dark cloud of smoke and phasing through the ceiling all the way up to his office.

That should have been the end of that conversation but no Flug had to be the meddlesome type. He burst forth theough the double doors panting and heaving. He stood at the door way trying to regain his breathing but he only sounded as if he might just pass out at any moment. Blackhat just stood there watching and hoping Flug might pass out in the next few moments.

“Just admit it you ass. You knew the whole time that you were my soulmate and you kept quiet about it.”

“I know doctor. I’ve known it since the moment you came here. You think I’m a fool! You think I don’t know everything that happens in my own home.”

”So you knew it was me the whole time and you let me suffer. Why?!” Flug yelled hurt and anger marring his voice.

Blackhat walked over to Flug, who stood his ground fists clenched head held high, and towered over him in his full height. “Get this through your head human because I’m only going to say it once. There are only two things in this world that I can say without a doubt that I love. Money and power. That will never change. It will never be you. How could I want someone as weak and fragile as you.” He said as he leveled Flug with a look of disdain instantly regretting the words coming out of his but it was too late and the situation was already spinning out of his control. All he really wanted was for Flug to leave him alone to sort out how he felt.

Blackhat watched as Flug’s paper bag began to be soaked with tear streaks as he stormed out of blackhat’s office. The pain blackhat felt was instantaneous. It was as if he had been stabbed with a knife in his chest and someone was twisting the blade. How was Flug sending him these horrid feelings with the bond being strained. Was Flug feeling even worse than blackhat if this was just a small taste? God he just wanted them to stop. He heard humans had high pain tolerances but this was something else. He was brought to his knees gasping for air as he tried to block the bond but it was no use. Flug’s will was greater than his in that moment. He layed on his office floor for what seemed like forever till the pain died down to more of a dull ache. He needed to put a stop to this. Never again did he ever want to feel any of that ever again.

Blackhat watched from the corner of Flug’s room as the scientist fell asleep. He waited an hour or so just to make sure he was out cold. Blackhat came down the wall and pressed a button on the cryo-bed opening it revealing a sleeping Flug. Blackhat placed his hand on flugs head sifting around his mind till he found the memories he was looking for. He pulled out a roll of the memories of that evening much like that of a film from a movie or a camera roll. He quickly waved a hand over them causing them to turn grey and discolored. He couldn’t necessarily erase them without hurting Flug so the best he could do was to block them from Flug’s memory. He let the strands of memory fall back in to Flug’s head already he could feel the pain slowly ebbing away. All he had to do was never take flug to one of those damn villain events ever again and no one would be the wiser. True this was not a permanent solution but by the time Flug eventually found out again he supposed he’d be better equipped to handle the situation.

He thought then that he had felt no love in his heart for Flug but now he felt differently. Had something in him changed or had it always been this way and he had been too arrogant and prideful to see it then? It just didn’t make any sense to him. No matter which way he looked at it the cases of demon and human soul mates was slim to none. Blackhat couldn’t even recall of ever hearing of such a thing. A human as his mate well that was just complete nonsense. It made just as much sense as a lion wanting to take an antelope for a mate.

He heard the deadbolt unlock and turned towards the lab door watching as Flug walked in. He was checking something on his data pad as he walked right up to the cage.

“Oh good afternoon sir.” Flug answered in a cheery mood as if he could not see how pissed off and tired he was. “I’m sincerely sorry if you are in any discomfort but the cage was a necessary precaution for both our safeties.” He didn’t even remotely look sorry. Blackhat stayed silent not sure how to broach the subject of last night or what was even going through Flug’s mind for that matter. Thankfully Flug made the first move.

“Well the good news is I sort of figured out why you had such a strong reaction to me last night.”

“Prey tell.” Blackhat was mentally sweating bullets. He knew how Flug had been feeling depressed about not knowing who his soulmate was. If he found out that blackhat knew and purposely kept it from him. He shuddered to think about it. True he couldn’t kill blackhat but with this little cage weakening him Flug could really do a number on him if he wanted to. And really blackhat couldn’t blame him. He’d be feeling murderous rage if someone had done something like this to him.

“Do you remember when I spilled the animal changing serum on you.”

“Yes.”

“Well while the serum didn’t turn you in to in animal it did however make your animalistic instincts go into hyper overdrive causing you to act like you really wanted me last night.” He trailed off almost whispering that last part.

Blackhat could smell Flug though the cage. Flug smelled of lavender mixed with fresh dug up wet earth and a hint of jasmine. An intoxicating scent really. His traitorous instincts screaming and demanding that he go to Flug and protect him. Blackhat’s hands twitched, his claws peeking out and leaving small scratches on the cage floor, longing to pull Flug closer to reassure him that he was wanted. He could feel through the bond that his mate was worried and a little apprehensive. He had to test Flug. Just a small test just to see how much he had actually figured out. If he had found out anything.

“How did you know blessed pure silver would weaken me?”

Flug crossed his arms and looked at blackhat a look of bewilderment on his face. “It’s funny you ask that because it was the strangest thing you know. I was thinking to myself how in the world was I going to restrain you so I could figure out what was wrong with you when all of a sudden these images flooded my mind. The exact thing I was looking for came to me and I just knew it would work. But how? How could I have known? I mean I’ve never studied the occult or anything of the spiritual nature so how could I have known. I’ve been asking myself this over and over again racking my brain and I’m no closer to figuring it out right now than when it happened.”

So he hadn’t figured it out. Blackhat wasn’t sure sure why he felt disappointed that Flug hadn’t figured out that they were soulmates but he’d take it. If Flug wanted to believe his slip up was some experiment gone wrong he wasn’t about to correct him. A silver lining if you would to this wretched situation. This way Blackhat had more time to sort out his feelings because later was going to eventually catch up with him and there would be no avoiding Flug once the cat was out of the bag.

“So you had a lucky guess big deal.”

“Sir if I may. I feel like it was more than that.”

“None sense.” He waved off any further protests Flug might have had. “In any case as you can see I’m fine now so unlock the damn door if you don’t mind. I’d like to leave this accursed cage and get back to business.” Flug pushed a button on the data pad letting the cage door swing open. Blackhat rose to his feet despite the aches and pains in his legs threatening to send him face first on to the floor. The second he was out of the cage it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from his body. He could feel his strength returning even if it was only a little bit.

Flug reaches out to help steady him worried that he might fall. “Sir. do you need -“

“Don’t touch me you imbecile!” Flug jumped back fear beinging his hands up as if to shield himself from an attack. “Ok ok got it! No touching got it.”

Blackhat could smell the fear coming off of Flug in wafts. Usually this scent would have smelled intoxicatingly delicious to him but seeing as it was coming from his mate it made him feel angry and guilty. How absurd! He never before felt guilt for anyone or anything. He needed to get out of here before he did something as absolutely ridiculous as apologize or even worse ask for Flug’s forgiveness. Blackhat snaped his fingers and was teleported directly in to his office.

He walked over to his desk letting himself sink down into his chair. He need a drink this whole situation was just too much. Just as he was about to get up and fix himself a drink a letter shot out from his fire place. “What now?” Blackhat groaned. Blackhat grabbed the letter and opened it.

They’d done it. Charlie had actually done it. A soul had successfully been able to be redeemed and sent to Heaven. Blackhat sat back down in his chair shock and awe on his face. The game was on and there would be no telling what would happen now. He needed to meet with Alistair and talk. But first a drink.

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