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"writing": "[b][u][center]Super Secrets Exposed\nPart 1\nFor criticalshot1239\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“You really were pathetic…”\n\nSingularity shook his head as he slowly dragged his hand up and down the super-hero’s cock, feeling it throb beneath his fingers in the same delightful way that so many others had already done. The condom around it was already dipping at the tip, pre-cum flowing thick and plentifully into the rubber tip. He smiled to himself as he worked the white-furred feline into a frenzy, only to pull back at the last second, going back to a gentle, teasing squeeze that would never be enough to get the other cat off. \n\n“Feels good, doesn’t it?”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“You are going to give me what I want, sooner or later. But I think later is better for all those involved. Much more…enticing.”\n\nIt was a joy to see the hero’s eyes roll back in his sockets. Singularity shook his head, taking his eyes off the condom-wrapped shaft to look at his prey. \n\nThe snow leopard had been on an idle wander, taking in the city, looking around for bits of machinery he might be able to poach for his own devices, when this new cat had come screaming out of the sky to make trouble for him. At some point, the hero had cried out his name – Angelus, or something like that – and had declared that the city was safe from villains like him. \n\nSingularity had taken the time to prove the snow leopard wrong. \n\nWith a little flick of his finger, he brought another few wires out of the air-conditioning unit that he’d used to bind the domestic cat in place. The other feline was huffing, puffing, his eyes rolled back in their sockets most of the time. The rubber of his suit had been peeled away at the crotch and rump, other – smoother – pieces of the machine forced inside his ass and humming away, buzzing his prostate in crude pulsing fashion. More wires and rubber bits of the machine served as crude bondage implements, keeping him from getting away. \n\nIt was quite the sight, but it was the fact that the nanites were already doing such good work that had Singularity’s cock hard in his costume. \n\nHe leaned forward, resting his hand on the other cat’s forehead and tilted it back. Those empty eyes stared back at him, the feline’s mouth hanging open and his tongue lolling off to one side. \n\n“Heh…yes, you are going to give me exactly what I want…”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“How much of ‘Angelus’ is left in there, hmm? A little bit?”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Not enough to speak, at least,” he said, shaking his head as he let go. “If you were a little more interesting…”\n\nHe sat down, watching the wires tease over the rubber-wrapped dick. In an hour or so, he would let the cat cum and fill the condom. Another prize for him, another little play-thing to enjoy later on. He would let Angelus go, more or less the same, minus the ability to fight him in the future. Perhaps if the white cat had been a little more entertaining, he would have added something else to the nanites currently flooding through his system, but for the moment, simply keeping the cat out of his way would be enough. \n\nHe sighed, looking up at the heavens. The starry sky looked back, occasionally interrupted by the distant silhouettes of other supers that patrolled the city. Not enough of them were worth his time. The big ones would splatter him in an instant, of course, while the smaller ones were just not interesting; he had to hamstring himself to make it worth his time to even engage with them, and he’d already figured out all the ones that were vaguely fun to beat. \n\nAnd now…\n\nWell, now, he was just marking time. Hardly the life of a proper super-villain. \n\nHe sighed – \n\nBOOM!\n\nOnly for the building to shake under him. Angelus didn’t move, still dumbly staring forward, but Singularity was almost thrown head over heels from the sudden impact down below. \n\n“The fuck –”\n\nAnother explosion threw him back hard enough that he almost stumbled off the edge of the building, barely catching himself on the brick-wall ledge. The snow leopard grumbled, shaking his head and adjusting his gray and white costume, and looked over the side. \n\nTo his surprise, a husky in a black and red costume – red body, blue stripes, blue boots – looked up at him. A white mask covered most of his face, but left his mouth free, and he had a wide snarl across his muzzle. \n\n“Evil-doer! I’ve finally found you!” he shouted. \n\n“…That…is the most comic-book intro I’ve ever –”\n\nA white beam shot out of the husky’s chest, and Singularity barely ducked fast enough to keep from having his head taken off by the blast. Even so, he lost part of the mask along the side of his face, half of his spotted cheek exposed and one whisker nearly yanked out of his face. He hissed, covering the side of his head. \n\n“Ow, ow, ow…”\n\nAnother explosion followed, and the husky soared through the air, riding the beam he was projecting out of his torso. Singularity huffed, shaking his head as he rubbed away the pain. \n\n[i]Okay, new guy has some moves…[/i]\n\nNow he was interested. \n\nAs soon as the husky settled on top of the rooftop, he put his hands on his hips, standing like someone out of the old age of heroes and villains. Nobody did that anymore, but it was certainly classic. And it thrust his hips forward enough to show that he had a certain amount of…package down there. Singularity chuckled, shaking his head as he rolled his head from one side to the other. \n\n“Before we get started, care to explain why you were blowing up the building?” the snow leopard asked. “I was having fun.”\n\n“Evil has no right to ‘fun,’” the husky said. “Maxximus will see to it that the only ‘fun’ you get is your sentence in prison?”\n\n“Maxximus, huh? Well, at least you have a name.”\n\nRoman, though. Why all the Roman names, lately? All this ‘ii’ and ‘us’ endings. Not a lot of inventiveness there. \n\nStill, he couldn’t take him too lightly. Those blasts might be awkward coming from the chest, but they clearly gave the husky a fair bit of maneuverability that he couldn’t match without help. Not to mention that they were fast and powerful; his face still burned from the searing heat from the beam. \n\n[i]Looks like I’m not getting that cat tonight,[/i] he thought, his eyes flicking back to the bound Angelus. [i]But this guy could be a little more entertaining.[/i]\n\n“Shall we dance?” Singularity asked. \n\n“Yes. Let’s.”\n\nHe expected a beam to the face, and that was exactly what he got. The snow leopard threw himself forward as the husky thrust his chest out, dodging around the blast by the skin of his teeth. He hit the ground, rolling as he pushed his power through the building. \n\nTechnology manipulation was more than what some of the geeks in the world believed. It was more than just forcing machines to obey. It was gathering the wires, the metal, the little bits and pieces that made up all the machines around him and making them do something that benefited him. He could reach out and touch any computer and render it down to the base components, and then make those components do what he said. He could reach out to a truck and drive it from a distance, or make the engine fall out, or make it into a small bomb. \n\nWhatever he could imagine with a machine, he could do. All he had to do was be close enough to affect it. \n\nAs he rolled, he touched the electrical network that was close to the rooftop. The wires were covered, isolated, but they were still there. He sent a signal threw them and they leaped up, forming a series of twisting, grabbing tendrils arcing with electricity. Anyone that came close would be zapped, paralyzed by the electricity coursing through their body – \n\nOr so he thought. \n\nHe came to a stop, staring as the husky grabbed hold of the wires. He was grinning, too. Why – \n\nThen he shoved the wires in his mouth. \n\n“…Oh,” Singularity muttered. “Oh, shit…”\n\nAt first he thought that he was dealing with some sort of electro-kinetic, but that wouldn’t explain the blasts pushing him up. Nor did the building’s power supply die. But the husky didn’t take any harm from the electro-shocks, either. \n\nAnd when he thrust his chest out again, the blast was stronger. Much stronger. And it was aimed right at the snow leopard’s feet. \n\nSingularity screamed as he went flying backwards, tumbling off the edge of the six-story building. He threw his arm out in desperation, managing to call one of the power-lines down to his hand. The rubber glove kept the shocks from affecting him too badly, but he still barely managed to hold on and land without injury. \n\n“You have nowhere to run, evil-doer!” Maxximus shouted. \n\n“That old-school ‘charm’ is getting real old, real fast,” Singularity muttered under his breath, glancing around for something, anything. “What do I got, what do I got?”\n\nNot much in the alley. Another air-conditioning unit by the back door to the apartment building and a transformer on the building next to it. There was a car at the far end of the alley, but he wasn’t sure he could reach that, or how much it’d do against that energy beam that Maxximus kept using. \n\nHe needed to get on the street proper. There’d be more to work with there, and that beam did get weaker; he’d noticed that it wasn’t as strong going for his face that time. He had to keep recharging himself somehow. \n\nBut how?\n\nSingularity put that question to the side and just ran for the street. He huffed as he charged out of the alley, putting one hand on a large semi-truck parked just outside a bar when – \n\nTHUMP!\n\nThe husky landed on the hood of the truck, denting the steel plate. Singularity blinked, slowly looking up at the other man. \n\n“You may run, but you will never hide!” Maxximus shouted at the top of his lungs. “I am taking you in!”\n\n“Take this.”\n\nIt took no more than a thought to fling the hood back; the truck responded to his power and flicked upward, throwing the husky backward and through the windshield of the semi-truck. \n\n[i]Okay, so he’s not super-strong, then,[/i] he thought, noticing the rips and tears through the husky’s costume and the mild scratches. [i]Or super-durable. Then what the hell was he doing with the wires?[/i]\n\nHe didn’t push his luck. Instead, he put some distance between him and the struggling hero, darting to the middle of the street through oncoming traffic. Not his preferred method of operation, but it was better than being too close that beam-nut. \n\n[i]Cars, pavement, sewage management lines, power lines, all kinds of things out here,[/i] he thought, pushing himself toward the nearest intersection. [i]If I can keep those around, then I have a chance.[/i]\n\nDespite the danger, he was smiling. It had been a long time since he could push himself against a new hero, and while this one was irritating him with this strange insistence on being old-school, shouting lines from comic book sand more, there was something about the rush he felt that just…made him grin. He wanted to keep this going. He wanted this fight to last for a while, and – \n\nBOOM!\n\nSingularity almost ran headlong into a car as the explosion rocked the ground under him. Barely throwing himself back at the last second, he whirled around to find the semi-truck damaged, burning, the engine blown out. \n\n[i]…You crazy asshole…[/i]\n\nThere were standards when heroes and villains fought, and this guy clearly didn’t understand them. Being new didn’t matter; if he was caught out, then whoever was training this guy was going to chew him out like no tomorrow. There were certain lines that you didn’t cross while fighting off villains. \n\n[i]You’re not just new. You’re nuts.[/i]\n\nThe husky pulled himself out of the fire. His boots were damaged and there were holes in the legs of his costume, but he walked with a sense of…power. There was no other way to put it. He was getting stronger and stronger – \n\n[i]Damage absorption, of course! I’m an idiot.[/i]\n\nThat was the only thing that it could be. The husky was taking in power whenever he got hurt, and he was able to shrug off anything that came at him directly. The electricity hadn’t been power, but the pain that it would have caused was; the fall, the explosion, everything else that he had endured had only strengthened that beam of his. \n\nAnd without pain, he wouldn’t be able to keep the beam going. He would eventually run out of juice. \n\n[i]Okay, okay. Don’t throw cars at him, don’t try and hurt him and smash him down. Just put things in his way.[/i]\n\nAnd most importantly, don’t fuck with the civilians. That would get him in trouble, too. \n\nA quick glance down the street confirmed he had tools. A tow-truck had been abandoned by its driver, which gave him two vehicles. He could see a few hundred means of restraining the husky, and more things he could throw in his way. All in all, he could work with that. \n\nSingularity chuckled, taking his position in the middle of the street. The snow leopard reached out with one hand, gesturing at the big guy. \n\n“Come on.”\n\nThe first beam came, and he countered with a falling streetlight. The second one followed, and he pulled the tow-truck forward. The explosion that came from that set the towed car free, sending it rolling toward the husky, only to have it blasted out of the way in turn. \n\nEach use of that beam made it weaker. The first one had sheered through the streetlight like a hot knife through butter, but by the third, it was no longer cutting straight through things. The mini-van shoved out of the way showed signs of damage from the beam, yes, but it was not cut through. Not completely. More abraded than anything else. \n\nHe chuckled. He loved figuring out puzzles like this. \n\nThat didn’t stop Maxximus, though. The husky kept moving forward like some sort of inexorable terminator, his eyes fixed on the snow leopard. Singularity backed up slowly, luring the other man further into the street. His attention was divided, shutting down cars and slamming their breaks so that they didn’t run into Maxximus and power him up again, and at the same time, bringing small things between them to keep the beams away. \n\nSteam vents, exploded, bumping a manhole between them. \n\nGenerator going off, making the husky whip his head around to blast a threat that wasn’t there. \n\nEmpty cars, swerving in, blocking one shot after another. \n\nWhen the beams were barely stopping the heavier rolling objects, Singularity made his move. He leaped over the latest car and swung his hands around. The power-lines directly above the hero swept down, the power already cut so that Maxximus wouldn’t be hurt and get more energy. The husky tried to dodge, but it was too little, too late. He was caught in the black rubber and copper wires and – \n\nRIIIIIIP!\n\n“…Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” Singularity muttered as some of the exposed metal ends cut through what must have been very cheap latex. “I thought people were more…”\n\nHis eyes dropped down to the husky’s crotch as the hero squirmed against the rubber lines. Some of the metal had cut through the crotch down there, ripping it enough to allow the dog’s cock to just fall out into the open. Decently long, uncut, and with just a faint bit of head seen through the foreskin, it was quite a decent dick to look at. Heavy balls, too, well-covered in a heavy coat of fur. \n\nIt was also familiar. \n\n[i]No…No way…No way in –[/i]\n\n“GRAH!”\n\nMaxximus must have had more power left than Singularity thought, because the last laser beam blasted through the fallen power lines. They exploded in a cloud of burnt, stinking rubber, and the sound of pounding footsteps followed. \n\nBy the time that the rubber cleared away, there was nothing of the husky left to see. He must have fled. \n\nSingularity stood there, staring at the empty space, and shook his head. \n\n[i]Impossible…just…impossible.[/i]\n\nWhen he could move – and it took a while to make himself take that first step – he didn’t just walk. He ran. \n\n#\n\nHenry got home first. His costume, locked up in a high-tech vault in the backyard of the small house that he shared with his husband, would be put through an automated cleaning process that drew power from four different neighbors so that nobody noticed a particular drain on the power network. His ill-gotten goods – a few wallets, a couple of condoms that were filled with something fun for later – were stored down there as well, hopefully never to be discovered by anyone else. \n\nHe'd gotten dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and had even gotten around to vacuuming the living room when he heard the soft rumble of a car engine pulling in. No sirens, no warning sounds, but he still tensed up despite himself. \n\n[i]Steady, steady…[/i]\n\nThe snow leopard acted as if nothing was wrong, as if he had been there for hours. The house was already clean – he paid the maids himself, making sure that they came in when both he and Luis were out of the house, but he liked to put the personal touches on afterward – but he kept vacuuming anyway. He waited, listening for the sounds of different voices, maybe police or something else. \n\nNo. Nothing. Nothing but – \n\nClick. \n\nThunk. \n\n“Hey, hon, I’m home.”\n\nNothing but Luis. He turned off the vacuum and pushed it upright, leaving it near the wall as he turned around. His husband smiled as he walked through the door, Luis’s black and white fur pulled back tight and a bag of take-out hanging from his wrist. \n\n“Didn’t want you to have to cook tonight,” the taller husky said, chuckling. “Chinese okay?”\n\n“Yeah, that’s great. Just put it in the kitchen.”\n\n“You got it.”\n\nHe waved the husky through, shaking his head as he let his smile drop just a bit. \n\nLuis was his husband, had been for…well, years now. It was so easy to forget how long someone had been in your life until you thought back to the first day that they got there, and how much they mattered to you and – \n\n[i]Stop and breathe, stop and breathe…[/i]\n\nLuis wasn’t saying anything. He was smiling, happy, wasn’t acting like anything had happened. Which meant either his husband was a much better actor than Henry had ever imagined…or he didn’t know what had just happened. \n\n[i]Or what might have happened.[/i]\n\nAdmittedly, Henry had taken the time to moisturize and care for his face before vacuuming, taking care of the slight burn mark and evening out the fur on his face so that it didn’t look like someone had just sheered off part of his fur coat with a laser beam, but –\n\n[i]Stop it. Stop it. Just…enjoy this.[/i]\n\nThe more that he thought of the now and the less that he thought of the last few hours, the better it’d be for both of them. \n\n[i]It’s not like he has to be that cheesy weirdo,[/i] Henry thought as he joined his husband in the kitchen. [i]There’s plenty of huskies out there. Just because this one had a dick like Luis’s doesn’t mean that Luis was that guy.[/i]\n\nBut if he was – \n\n[i]No way. No way that the same anti-social husky that you’ve been married to for years is that…[/i]\n\nHe shook his head. Not the time to think about it, not the time to dwell on it. Then Luis would start asking questions, and he didn’t have the wherewithal to answer them, even if Luis [i]wasn’t[/i] the guy. \n\nHelping dish out the low mein, chow mein, and lo fun onto different plates, Henry helped carry all the food to the living room. Normally, he would have put together a dinner for them, but he was grateful that he didn’t have to do that tonight. His thoughts were distant, everywhere else but here. \n\nThey sat down, put on something brainless, and Henry spoke up. \n\n“So, good day at the office?”\n\n“Eh, alright.”\n\n“Nothing bad with your boss?”\n\n“Nah. He just leaves me alone these days.”\n\n“That’s better than riding your ass.”\n\n“Heh.”\n\n“That’s my job.”\n\nLuis blushed, as he always did whenever anything sexual came up. The husky didn’t have much confidence in the bedroom; Henry was lucky when he could convince his husband to leave the lights on when they had sex, let alone anything else. He didn’t know where that shame and embarrassment came from, but he wished he could find a way to help Luis through it. \n\nShaking his head, he looked back at the TV. The comedy was something about cops, robbers, and someone that was playing both sides against the middle. He remembered when it used to be a drama back in the first season, but once the directors found out that they had comedians for leads, they just ran with it and turned it into something else. \n\nProbably better that way, honestly, but it took some getting used to. He shook his head, poking at his food and forcing himself to take a few bites. Didn’t want to talk about his night, considering that – \n\nWell, super-heroing was one thing. Super-villain-ing was something else. \n\n“Anything new coming up?” Henry asked. \n\n“Just more work stuff,” Luis said, shrugging. \n\n“You always have more work stuff, you big lug.”\n\n“Heh, well, it keeps us fed, doesn’t it?”\n\n“So does my job. And at least I still find time to do other things.”\n\n“Or other people?” Luis asked, raising an eyebrow. \n\n“Don’t be silly. You really think that I’d look anywhere else but you?” \n\nHe reached out and pulled the big dog against him, giving him a gentle squeeze. After a second, Luis hugged him back. Henry leaned his head against his husband’s shoulder, shaking his head and nuzzling in at the same time. \n\n“You’re my husband. I love you. I just…miss you sometimes.”\n\n“…Better than when I was down at the gym,” Luis muttered. “Couldn’t get me outta there, remember?”\n\n“Yeah. I remember. I don’t know why that worked for you; you hide yourself everywhere else.”\n\n“I don’t like people seeing…things.”\n\n“Well, that explains going there in a hoodie and baggy pants,” Henry said, shaking his head and patting the husky on the back. \n\nIt was something that they faced every time that they were intimate together. Luis always wanted the lights off while they were fooling around, and Henry always wanted to see his husband. Every inch of him, from head to toe and back again. There was so much more to be felt when they could see each other, enjoy each other, and see the pleasure that they brough to one another. \n\nInstead, he had to deal with the dark more often than not, and he had to endure the knowledge that his husband didn’t want to be seen and couldn’t see him. It was a sad state of affairs. Not horrible, and he could live with it, but he wished that he could do something that would get Luis to feel more comfortable. \n\nHe leaned back as the show continued, nibbling on the food from time to time, and just tried to focus on the show. \n\n#\n\nTwo hours later, they were in bed. Luis slipped off to sleep almost immediately, down to a pair of boxers in bed, while Henry was completely naked. He’d half-hoped that they would at least do something together before the husky conked out for the night, but no; his husband was dead-tired and wanted to sleep. \n\nWhen the husky started snoring, the thoughts that Henry had been holding at bay all night came back to haunt him. Seeing that cock hanging out of Maxximus’s costume had been hot and all, but he knew that dick. Or at least, he was pretty sure he did. \n\n[i]No way that Luis had powers that he never told me about…[/i]\n\nBut maybe they had only recently come to light. And someone that was that anti-social and didn’t know how to act with people [i]would[/i] put on a stupid act like the one he’d seen on the streets today. That would make the whole thing make so much more sense; Luis would have been acting like an old-school fictional hero instead of like the new ones. \n\n[i]And why he only had a cheap, flimsy costume rather than a real one. And why he didn’t know the rules, because he wouldn’t be talking to the other heroes…[/i]\n\nIt still seemed impossible. It felt like something that he had to be imagining, because if it were true – \n\n[i]It’d be easy to check…[/i]\n\nAfter all, all the huskies in the city might have a similar cock to his husband’s, but that didn’t mean that they would all have the same marks. With the way that the wires had torn through Maxximus’s costume, he’d have a few scratches down there left behind. Would even explain why they weren’t having intimacy tonight: he’d be a little too sore to want to do that if he had been scratched up. \n\nEven so, Henry hesitated. The idea of this being real seemed almost too much. Husband and husband on opposite sides of the law? Fighting with each other? Dealing with the fact that one of them knew the truth and the other didn’t? Was that something that they could really survive in the long-term?\n\nWas the curiosity something that [i]he[/i] could deal with in the long-term?\n\nThat decided him. The snow leopard gently poked his husband and – when Luis didn’t respond – gently moved the blanket aside. The big lug never went to bed naked, even dressing again after sex, and he would have been embarrassed if he knew that the cat was going to expose him. So, Henry was quiet, gentle, and incredibly careful as he gripped the husky’s underwear and gently pulled it down. Forward, down, down, down, very carefully taking his time and making sure that he barely rustled the soft fur down there. \n\nThat familiar dick flopped out over the husky’s thighs. Uncut, soft, good-sized, fluffy balls…\n\nAnd little scratches along the shaft just where the wires would have touched, near the base and along the mid-point. \n\n[i]So…Maxximus is in my bed…I’m a villain…and he’s a hero…[/i]\n\nSlowly dragging the underwear back into place, he fell into that peculiar little space of shock, where thought and feeling were discombobulated and no longer quite affected the other right. He felt sad, then shocked, then numb, and his head was filled with popcorn thoughts of what would happen next. \n\n[i]Will we fight?\n\nWill he hate me?\n\nWhat happens when he finds out?\n\nWhat do I do?\n\nWhat happens if I fight him again?[/i]\n\nAnd then the thought of his cock hanging out like that, out for all the world to see, helpless to stop…\n\nHelpless to stop Henry…from being villainous…\n\nThe numbness faded, replaced by intrigue, and then an odd sense of excitement that he hadn’t felt for a very, very long time. The more that the snow leopard latched onto that feeling, the more excited he became, and soon, he had to roll over to face the other side of the room as his dick started to throb. \n\nBeing villainous? Why not? He [i]was[/i] a villain, after all, and out in the city, the rules were suspended between hero and villain. He had proven that time and time again with how he trapped and milked heroes that had come after him; his trophies hung in the vault, suspended until he wanted them later. And he wasn’t just capable of manipulating tech and binding people with them. He could use nanites, and more, to fuck with their bodies…and their minds…\n\n[i]Luis didn’t know it was me…I know it was him…[/i]\n\nWhich meant that he had an advantage. He could take this further, push his husband out of the house in a way that he never could in it. When they were fighting, little ‘mistakes’ could happen that led them to something…hotter, something far more enjoyable…\n\n[i]The hero can be corrupted…[/i]\n\nHe reached down, groping himself at the idea of his husband not only naked in daylight, but naked where anyone might be able to see him. A few alterations to that costume would have him showing off more than just his muscles; he’d be showing off his bulge, his ass, everything for the public to see. And Henry would enjoy the view just as much as they did. \n\nAnd more…so much more…\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nHe groaned as he jerked himself off, huffing under his breath as he stroked. He had to stay still, had to keep from making it too loud or too obvious; Luis would get upset if he woke up to find him getting off in bed. Grumpy dog was so repressed sometimes, but Henry still loved him. \n\n[i]And now…now maybe I can love him a little more…[/i]\n\nHuffing under his breath, he pushed himself over the edge and caught his cum in his hand. He licked his fingers clean and rolled over again, shaking his head as he imagined what he would end up doing with his husband in their next fight – \n\nNo, not a fight. Tomorrow, he’d start laying the ground work. Find out where his husband hid his suit, make some alterations, tweak a few things in Luis’s head with some of the nanites. Not turning him into a slave, but setting up a few little programs that’d be triggered the next time that they were fighting each other. No need to make a hard fight harder; he could just put a few things in his husband’s head and they’d be able to start their first ‘session’ as soon as they found each other. \n\nIt was going to be great. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A supervillain ends up getting into a fight with a new hero, only to realize that his world is going to be turned upside-down.\n\nTags: M/solo, Masturbation, Hero, Villain, Supers, Super Hero, Super Villain, Husky, Snow Leopard, M/M, Teasing, Condom, Powers, Superpowers, Cat, Feline, Fighting, \n",
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Super Secrets Exposed Part 1 For criticalshot1239 By Draconicon
“You really were pathetic…”
Singularity shook his head as he slowly dragged his hand up and down the super-hero’s cock, feeling it throb beneath his fingers in the same delightful way that so many others had already done. The condom around it was already dipping at the tip, pre-cum flowing thick and plentifully into the rubber tip. He smiled to himself as he worked the white-furred feline into a frenzy, only to pull back at the last second, going back to a gentle, teasing squeeze that would never be enough to get the other cat off.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmmph…”
“You are going to give me what I want, sooner or later. But I think later is better for all those involved. Much more…enticing.”
It was a joy to see the hero’s eyes roll back in his sockets. Singularity shook his head, taking his eyes off the condom-wrapped shaft to look at his prey.
The snow leopard had been on an idle wander, taking in the city, looking around for bits of machinery he might be able to poach for his own devices, when this new cat had come screaming out of the sky to make trouble for him. At some point, the hero had cried out his name – Angelus, or something like that – and had declared that the city was safe from villains like him.
Singularity had taken the time to prove the snow leopard wrong.
With a little flick of his finger, he brought another few wires out of the air-conditioning unit that he’d used to bind the domestic cat in place. The other feline was huffing, puffing, his eyes rolled back in their sockets most of the time. The rubber of his suit had been peeled away at the crotch and rump, other – smoother – pieces of the machine forced inside his ass and humming away, buzzing his prostate in crude pulsing fashion. More wires and rubber bits of the machine served as crude bondage implements, keeping him from getting away.
It was quite the sight, but it was the fact that the nanites were already doing such good work that had Singularity’s cock hard in his costume.
He leaned forward, resting his hand on the other cat’s forehead and tilted it back. Those empty eyes stared back at him, the feline’s mouth hanging open and his tongue lolling off to one side.
“Heh…yes, you are going to give me exactly what I want…”
“Mmmph…”
“How much of ‘Angelus’ is left in there, hmm? A little bit?”
“Nnngh…”
“Not enough to speak, at least,” he said, shaking his head as he let go. “If you were a little more interesting…”
He sat down, watching the wires tease over the rubber-wrapped dick. In an hour or so, he would let the cat cum and fill the condom. Another prize for him, another little play-thing to enjoy later on. He would let Angelus go, more or less the same, minus the ability to fight him in the future. Perhaps if the white cat had been a little more entertaining, he would have added something else to the nanites currently flooding through his system, but for the moment, simply keeping the cat out of his way would be enough.
He sighed, looking up at the heavens. The starry sky looked back, occasionally interrupted by the distant silhouettes of other supers that patrolled the city. Not enough of them were worth his time. The big ones would splatter him in an instant, of course, while the smaller ones were just not interesting; he had to hamstring himself to make it worth his time to even engage with them, and he’d already figured out all the ones that were vaguely fun to beat.
And now…
Well, now, he was just marking time. Hardly the life of a proper super-villain.
He sighed –
BOOM!
Only for the building to shake under him. Angelus didn’t move, still dumbly staring forward, but Singularity was almost thrown head over heels from the sudden impact down below.
“The fuck –”
Another explosion threw him back hard enough that he almost stumbled off the edge of the building, barely catching himself on the brick-wall ledge. The snow leopard grumbled, shaking his head and adjusting his gray and white costume, and looked over the side.
To his surprise, a husky in a black and red costume – red body, blue stripes, blue boots – looked up at him. A white mask covered most of his face, but left his mouth free, and he had a wide snarl across his muzzle.
“Evil-doer! I’ve finally found you!” he shouted.
“…That…is the most comic-book intro I’ve ever –”
A white beam shot out of the husky’s chest, and Singularity barely ducked fast enough to keep from having his head taken off by the blast. Even so, he lost part of the mask along the side of his face, half of his spotted cheek exposed and one whisker nearly yanked out of his face. He hissed, covering the side of his head.
“Ow, ow, ow…”
Another explosion followed, and the husky soared through the air, riding the beam he was projecting out of his torso. Singularity huffed, shaking his head as he rubbed away the pain.
Okay, new guy has some moves…
Now he was interested.
As soon as the husky settled on top of the rooftop, he put his hands on his hips, standing like someone out of the old age of heroes and villains. Nobody did that anymore, but it was certainly classic. And it thrust his hips forward enough to show that he had a certain amount of…package down there. Singularity chuckled, shaking his head as he rolled his head from one side to the other.
“Before we get started, care to explain why you were blowing up the building?” the snow leopard asked. “I was having fun.”
“Evil has no right to ‘fun,’” the husky said. “Maxximus will see to it that the only ‘fun’ you get is your sentence in prison?”
“Maxximus, huh? Well, at least you have a name.”
Roman, though. Why all the Roman names, lately? All this ‘ii’ and ‘us’ endings. Not a lot of inventiveness there.
Still, he couldn’t take him too lightly. Those blasts might be awkward coming from the chest, but they clearly gave the husky a fair bit of maneuverability that he couldn’t match without help. Not to mention that they were fast and powerful; his face still burned from the searing heat from the beam.
Looks like I’m not getting that cat tonight, he thought, his eyes flicking back to the bound Angelus. But this guy could be a little more entertaining.
“Shall we dance?” Singularity asked.
“Yes. Let’s.”
He expected a beam to the face, and that was exactly what he got. The snow leopard threw himself forward as the husky thrust his chest out, dodging around the blast by the skin of his teeth. He hit the ground, rolling as he pushed his power through the building.
Technology manipulation was more than what some of the geeks in the world believed. It was more than just forcing machines to obey. It was gathering the wires, the metal, the little bits and pieces that made up all the machines around him and making them do something that benefited him. He could reach out and touch any computer and render it down to the base components, and then make those components do what he said. He could reach out to a truck and drive it from a distance, or make the engine fall out, or make it into a small bomb.
Whatever he could imagine with a machine, he could do. All he had to do was be close enough to affect it.
As he rolled, he touched the electrical network that was close to the rooftop. The wires were covered, isolated, but they were still there. He sent a signal threw them and they leaped up, forming a series of twisting, grabbing tendrils arcing with electricity. Anyone that came close would be zapped, paralyzed by the electricity coursing through their body –
Or so he thought.
He came to a stop, staring as the husky grabbed hold of the wires. He was grinning, too. Why –
Then he shoved the wires in his mouth.
“…Oh,” Singularity muttered. “Oh, shit…”
At first he thought that he was dealing with some sort of electro-kinetic, but that wouldn’t explain the blasts pushing him up. Nor did the building’s power supply die. But the husky didn’t take any harm from the electro-shocks, either.
And when he thrust his chest out again, the blast was stronger. Much stronger. And it was aimed right at the snow leopard’s feet.
Singularity screamed as he went flying backwards, tumbling off the edge of the six-story building. He threw his arm out in desperation, managing to call one of the power-lines down to his hand. The rubber glove kept the shocks from affecting him too badly, but he still barely managed to hold on and land without injury.
“You have nowhere to run, evil-doer!” Maxximus shouted.
“That old-school ‘charm’ is getting real old, real fast,” Singularity muttered under his breath, glancing around for something, anything. “What do I got, what do I got?”
Not much in the alley. Another air-conditioning unit by the back door to the apartment building and a transformer on the building next to it. There was a car at the far end of the alley, but he wasn’t sure he could reach that, or how much it’d do against that energy beam that Maxximus kept using.
He needed to get on the street proper. There’d be more to work with there, and that beam did get weaker; he’d noticed that it wasn’t as strong going for his face that time. He had to keep recharging himself somehow.
But how?
Singularity put that question to the side and just ran for the street. He huffed as he charged out of the alley, putting one hand on a large semi-truck parked just outside a bar when –
THUMP!
The husky landed on the hood of the truck, denting the steel plate. Singularity blinked, slowly looking up at the other man.
“You may run, but you will never hide!” Maxximus shouted at the top of his lungs. “I am taking you in!”
“Take this.”
It took no more than a thought to fling the hood back; the truck responded to his power and flicked upward, throwing the husky backward and through the windshield of the semi-truck.
Okay, so he’s not super-strong, then, he thought, noticing the rips and tears through the husky’s costume and the mild scratches. Or super-durable. Then what the hell was he doing with the wires?
He didn’t push his luck. Instead, he put some distance between him and the struggling hero, darting to the middle of the street through oncoming traffic. Not his preferred method of operation, but it was better than being too close that beam-nut.
Cars, pavement, sewage management lines, power lines, all kinds of things out here, he thought, pushing himself toward the nearest intersection. If I can keep those around, then I have a chance.
Despite the danger, he was smiling. It had been a long time since he could push himself against a new hero, and while this one was irritating him with this strange insistence on being old-school, shouting lines from comic book sand more, there was something about the rush he felt that just…made him grin. He wanted to keep this going. He wanted this fight to last for a while, and –
BOOM!
Singularity almost ran headlong into a car as the explosion rocked the ground under him. Barely throwing himself back at the last second, he whirled around to find the semi-truck damaged, burning, the engine blown out.
…You crazy asshole…
There were standards when heroes and villains fought, and this guy clearly didn’t understand them. Being new didn’t matter; if he was caught out, then whoever was training this guy was going to chew him out like no tomorrow. There were certain lines that you didn’t cross while fighting off villains.
You’re not just new. You’re nuts.
The husky pulled himself out of the fire. His boots were damaged and there were holes in the legs of his costume, but he walked with a sense of…power. There was no other way to put it. He was getting stronger and stronger –
Damage absorption, of course! I’m an idiot.
That was the only thing that it could be. The husky was taking in power whenever he got hurt, and he was able to shrug off anything that came at him directly. The electricity hadn’t been power, but the pain that it would have caused was; the fall, the explosion, everything else that he had endured had only strengthened that beam of his.
And without pain, he wouldn’t be able to keep the beam going. He would eventually run out of juice.
Okay, okay. Don’t throw cars at him, don’t try and hurt him and smash him down. Just put things in his way.
And most importantly, don’t fuck with the civilians. That would get him in trouble, too.
A quick glance down the street confirmed he had tools. A tow-truck had been abandoned by its driver, which gave him two vehicles. He could see a few hundred means of restraining the husky, and more things he could throw in his way. All in all, he could work with that.
Singularity chuckled, taking his position in the middle of the street. The snow leopard reached out with one hand, gesturing at the big guy.
“Come on.”
The first beam came, and he countered with a falling streetlight. The second one followed, and he pulled the tow-truck forward. The explosion that came from that set the towed car free, sending it rolling toward the husky, only to have it blasted out of the way in turn.
Each use of that beam made it weaker. The first one had sheered through the streetlight like a hot knife through butter, but by the third, it was no longer cutting straight through things. The mini-van shoved out of the way showed signs of damage from the beam, yes, but it was not cut through. Not completely. More abraded than anything else.
He chuckled. He loved figuring out puzzles like this.
That didn’t stop Maxximus, though. The husky kept moving forward like some sort of inexorable terminator, his eyes fixed on the snow leopard. Singularity backed up slowly, luring the other man further into the street. His attention was divided, shutting down cars and slamming their breaks so that they didn’t run into Maxximus and power him up again, and at the same time, bringing small things between them to keep the beams away.
Steam vents, exploded, bumping a manhole between them.
Generator going off, making the husky whip his head around to blast a threat that wasn’t there.
Empty cars, swerving in, blocking one shot after another.
When the beams were barely stopping the heavier rolling objects, Singularity made his move. He leaped over the latest car and swung his hands around. The power-lines directly above the hero swept down, the power already cut so that Maxximus wouldn’t be hurt and get more energy. The husky tried to dodge, but it was too little, too late. He was caught in the black rubber and copper wires and –
RIIIIIIP!
“…Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” Singularity muttered as some of the exposed metal ends cut through what must have been very cheap latex. “I thought people were more…”
His eyes dropped down to the husky’s crotch as the hero squirmed against the rubber lines. Some of the metal had cut through the crotch down there, ripping it enough to allow the dog’s cock to just fall out into the open. Decently long, uncut, and with just a faint bit of head seen through the foreskin, it was quite a decent dick to look at. Heavy balls, too, well-covered in a heavy coat of fur.
It was also familiar.
No…No way…No way in –
“GRAH!”
Maxximus must have had more power left than Singularity thought, because the last laser beam blasted through the fallen power lines. They exploded in a cloud of burnt, stinking rubber, and the sound of pounding footsteps followed.
By the time that the rubber cleared away, there was nothing of the husky left to see. He must have fled.
Singularity stood there, staring at the empty space, and shook his head.
Impossible…just…impossible.
When he could move – and it took a while to make himself take that first step – he didn’t just walk. He ran.
#
Henry got home first. His costume, locked up in a high-tech vault in the backyard of the small house that he shared with his husband, would be put through an automated cleaning process that drew power from four different neighbors so that nobody noticed a particular drain on the power network. His ill-gotten goods – a few wallets, a couple of condoms that were filled with something fun for later – were stored down there as well, hopefully never to be discovered by anyone else.
He'd gotten dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and had even gotten around to vacuuming the living room when he heard the soft rumble of a car engine pulling in. No sirens, no warning sounds, but he still tensed up despite himself.
Steady, steady…
The snow leopard acted as if nothing was wrong, as if he had been there for hours. The house was already clean – he paid the maids himself, making sure that they came in when both he and Luis were out of the house, but he liked to put the personal touches on afterward – but he kept vacuuming anyway. He waited, listening for the sounds of different voices, maybe police or something else.
No. Nothing. Nothing but –
Click.
Thunk.
“Hey, hon, I’m home.”
Nothing but Luis. He turned off the vacuum and pushed it upright, leaving it near the wall as he turned around. His husband smiled as he walked through the door, Luis’s black and white fur pulled back tight and a bag of take-out hanging from his wrist.
“Didn’t want you to have to cook tonight,” the taller husky said, chuckling. “Chinese okay?”
“Yeah, that’s great. Just put it in the kitchen.”
“You got it.”
He waved the husky through, shaking his head as he let his smile drop just a bit.
Luis was his husband, had been for…well, years now. It was so easy to forget how long someone had been in your life until you thought back to the first day that they got there, and how much they mattered to you and –
Stop and breathe, stop and breathe…
Luis wasn’t saying anything. He was smiling, happy, wasn’t acting like anything had happened. Which meant either his husband was a much better actor than Henry had ever imagined…or he didn’t know what had just happened.
Or what might have happened.
Admittedly, Henry had taken the time to moisturize and care for his face before vacuuming, taking care of the slight burn mark and evening out the fur on his face so that it didn’t look like someone had just sheered off part of his fur coat with a laser beam, but –
Stop it. Stop it. Just…enjoy this.
The more that he thought of the now and the less that he thought of the last few hours, the better it’d be for both of them.
It’s not like he has to be that cheesy weirdo, Henry thought as he joined his husband in the kitchen. There’s plenty of huskies out there. Just because this one had a dick like Luis’s doesn’t mean that Luis was that guy.
But if he was –
No way. No way that the same anti-social husky that you’ve been married to for years is that…
He shook his head. Not the time to think about it, not the time to dwell on it. Then Luis would start asking questions, and he didn’t have the wherewithal to answer them, even if Luis wasn’t the guy.
Helping dish out the low mein, chow mein, and lo fun onto different plates, Henry helped carry all the food to the living room. Normally, he would have put together a dinner for them, but he was grateful that he didn’t have to do that tonight. His thoughts were distant, everywhere else but here.
They sat down, put on something brainless, and Henry spoke up.
“So, good day at the office?”
“Eh, alright.”
“Nothing bad with your boss?”
“Nah. He just leaves me alone these days.”
“That’s better than riding your ass.”
“Heh.”
“That’s my job.”
Luis blushed, as he always did whenever anything sexual came up. The husky didn’t have much confidence in the bedroom; Henry was lucky when he could convince his husband to leave the lights on when they had sex, let alone anything else. He didn’t know where that shame and embarrassment came from, but he wished he could find a way to help Luis through it.
Shaking his head, he looked back at the TV. The comedy was something about cops, robbers, and someone that was playing both sides against the middle. He remembered when it used to be a drama back in the first season, but once the directors found out that they had comedians for leads, they just ran with it and turned it into something else.
Probably better that way, honestly, but it took some getting used to. He shook his head, poking at his food and forcing himself to take a few bites. Didn’t want to talk about his night, considering that –
Well, super-heroing was one thing. Super-villain-ing was something else.
“Anything new coming up?” Henry asked.
“Just more work stuff,” Luis said, shrugging.
“You always have more work stuff, you big lug.”
“Heh, well, it keeps us fed, doesn’t it?”
“So does my job. And at least I still find time to do other things.”
“Or other people?” Luis asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t be silly. You really think that I’d look anywhere else but you?”
He reached out and pulled the big dog against him, giving him a gentle squeeze. After a second, Luis hugged him back. Henry leaned his head against his husband’s shoulder, shaking his head and nuzzling in at the same time.
“You’re my husband. I love you. I just…miss you sometimes.”
“…Better than when I was down at the gym,” Luis muttered. “Couldn’t get me outta there, remember?”
“Yeah. I remember. I don’t know why that worked for you; you hide yourself everywhere else.”
“I don’t like people seeing…things.”
“Well, that explains going there in a hoodie and baggy pants,” Henry said, shaking his head and patting the husky on the back.
It was something that they faced every time that they were intimate together. Luis always wanted the lights off while they were fooling around, and Henry always wanted to see his husband. Every inch of him, from head to toe and back again. There was so much more to be felt when they could see each other, enjoy each other, and see the pleasure that they brough to one another.
Instead, he had to deal with the dark more often than not, and he had to endure the knowledge that his husband didn’t want to be seen and couldn’t see him. It was a sad state of affairs. Not horrible, and he could live with it, but he wished that he could do something that would get Luis to feel more comfortable.
He leaned back as the show continued, nibbling on the food from time to time, and just tried to focus on the show.
#
Two hours later, they were in bed. Luis slipped off to sleep almost immediately, down to a pair of boxers in bed, while Henry was completely naked. He’d half-hoped that they would at least do something together before the husky conked out for the night, but no; his husband was dead-tired and wanted to sleep.
When the husky started snoring, the thoughts that Henry had been holding at bay all night came back to haunt him. Seeing that cock hanging out of Maxximus’s costume had been hot and all, but he knew that dick. Or at least, he was pretty sure he did.
No way that Luis had powers that he never told me about…
But maybe they had only recently come to light. And someone that was that anti-social and didn’t know how to act with people would put on a stupid act like the one he’d seen on the streets today. That would make the whole thing make so much more sense; Luis would have been acting like an old-school fictional hero instead of like the new ones.
And why he only had a cheap, flimsy costume rather than a real one. And why he didn’t know the rules, because he wouldn’t be talking to the other heroes…
It still seemed impossible. It felt like something that he had to be imagining, because if it were true –
It’d be easy to check…
After all, all the huskies in the city might have a similar cock to his husband’s, but that didn’t mean that they would all have the same marks. With the way that the wires had torn through Maxximus’s costume, he’d have a few scratches down there left behind. Would even explain why they weren’t having intimacy tonight: he’d be a little too sore to want to do that if he had been scratched up.
Even so, Henry hesitated. The idea of this being real seemed almost too much. Husband and husband on opposite sides of the law? Fighting with each other? Dealing with the fact that one of them knew the truth and the other didn’t? Was that something that they could really survive in the long-term?
Was the curiosity something that he could deal with in the long-term?
That decided him. The snow leopard gently poked his husband and – when Luis didn’t respond – gently moved the blanket aside. The big lug never went to bed naked, even dressing again after sex, and he would have been embarrassed if he knew that the cat was going to expose him. So, Henry was quiet, gentle, and incredibly careful as he gripped the husky’s underwear and gently pulled it down. Forward, down, down, down, very carefully taking his time and making sure that he barely rustled the soft fur down there.
That familiar dick flopped out over the husky’s thighs. Uncut, soft, good-sized, fluffy balls…
And little scratches along the shaft just where the wires would have touched, near the base and along the mid-point.
So…Maxximus is in my bed…I’m a villain…and he’s a hero…
Slowly dragging the underwear back into place, he fell into that peculiar little space of shock, where thought and feeling were discombobulated and no longer quite affected the other right. He felt sad, then shocked, then numb, and his head was filled with popcorn thoughts of what would happen next.
Will we fight?
Will he hate me?
What happens when he finds out?
What do I do?
What happens if I fight him again?
And then the thought of his cock hanging out like that, out for all the world to see, helpless to stop…
Helpless to stop Henry…from being villainous…
The numbness faded, replaced by intrigue, and then an odd sense of excitement that he hadn’t felt for a very, very long time. The more that the snow leopard latched onto that feeling, the more excited he became, and soon, he had to roll over to face the other side of the room as his dick started to throb.
Being villainous? Why not? He was a villain, after all, and out in the city, the rules were suspended between hero and villain. He had proven that time and time again with how he trapped and milked heroes that had come after him; his trophies hung in the vault, suspended until he wanted them later. And he wasn’t just capable of manipulating tech and binding people with them. He could use nanites, and more, to fuck with their bodies…and their minds…
Luis didn’t know it was me…I know it was him…
Which meant that he had an advantage. He could take this further, push his husband out of the house in a way that he never could in it. When they were fighting, little ‘mistakes’ could happen that led them to something…hotter, something far more enjoyable…
The hero can be corrupted…
He reached down, groping himself at the idea of his husband not only naked in daylight, but naked where anyone might be able to see him. A few alterations to that costume would have him showing off more than just his muscles; he’d be showing off his bulge, his ass, everything for the public to see. And Henry would enjoy the view just as much as they did.
And more…so much more…
“Mmmph…”
He groaned as he jerked himself off, huffing under his breath as he stroked. He had to stay still, had to keep from making it too loud or too obvious; Luis would get upset if he woke up to find him getting off in bed. Grumpy dog was so repressed sometimes, but Henry still loved him.
And now…now maybe I can love him a little more…
Huffing under his breath, he pushed himself over the edge and caught his cum in his hand. He licked his fingers clean and rolled over again, shaking his head as he imagined what he would end up doing with his husband in their next fight –
No, not a fight. Tomorrow, he’d start laying the ground work. Find out where his husband hid his suit, make some alterations, tweak a few things in Luis’s head with some of the nanites. Not turning him into a slave, but setting up a few little programs that’d be triggered the next time that they were fighting each other. No need to make a hard fight harder; he could just put a few things in his husband’s head and they’d be able to start their first ‘session’ as soon as they found each other.
It was going to be great.
The End
Summary: A supervillain ends up getting into a fight with a new hero, only to realize that his world is going to be turned upside-down.