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It was a day in an era of relative peace in New Friesland, no villains made themselves known except for the pesky low-rent criminals, but they were barely a problem. Blue Thunder set foot in front of a wax salon. Hair was beginning to permeate his usually soft, smooth, pale skin. He got rid of the easier spots, i.e. his legs and arms, but he needed help with some other areas.
As soon as he headed inside, the public inside cheered him, seemingly just for showing up. The perks of being a superhero. Oh, how he hated his fame sometimes. Blue Thunder merely soaked it all in and awaited his turn to get waxed hair-free and then some.
The 'then some' part being his favorite of the whole ordeal.
A strong-looking brunette man stepped out into the lobby and cleared his throat. "Blue Thunder?" He asked with a surprised grin. The superhero stood, and his heels clicked against the tile floor. He smirked, sinking his brows, and placing a hand on one of his wide hips.
"Hey there~ I'm guessing they got you doing the 'special treatment', hmm~?" Blue Thunder questioned playfully, raising a brow.
"That I am~" The brunette, whose nametag read 'Oliver', said, trying to play a facade of confidence. "C-Come with me." He motioned and led the stunning femboy superhero to a private room. "Why don't you, er...lay down for me?" He motioned to the white cushioned table.
Blue Thunder trekked to the said table and sat his plump, bare buttocks atop the soft, plushy surface, supporting himself via his arms.
"So uh…w-what areas do you want waxed today?" Oliver asked with a hint of anticipation.
Blue Thunder chirped out a slight giggle and lifted his shoulder pads off of his being. He grabbed his leotard and shed it off his torso to his legs and feet, joining it with his armor and cape.
"All of this~" Blue Thunder motioned to the short bush of dark hair around his dick and balls. Oliver blushed and blinked his widened, aroused eyes. The superhero then lifted his arm, revealing a thin patch of hair across his armpit. "You know how it is~ Criminals don't exactly like someone all hairy like me~" He said with a chuckle. "Plus...I like to feel all nimble when I'm fighting better villains~" Blue Thunder added huskily.
"Haha! I get it." Oliver aired out nervously. He left the room momentarily and returned with a steaming ceramic cup of hot wax. He timidly approached the superhero and set the wax atop a table, his hand hovering around Blue Thunder's waist before pressing against the white cushion just to the side of his sizeable rear.
"You can touch me, you know~ I don't mind~" Blue Thunder assured with a grin, fluttering his dark eyes through his mask. His dark blue lipstick accentuated his seductive smirk. Oliver's heart thudded, and his body burned with adrenaline. The door behind him was locked, securing him and the heroic beauty from the outside world. He placed his hand against his thick, broad thigh and leaned in to kiss.
"Mmmm~" The two both moaned from their lips. Blue Thunder shut his eyes whilst his hands caressed Oliver's semi-muscular forearms. The lust and awe-stricken employee broke away and sunk a brush into the mug of wax. He gently lifted up Blue Thunder's arm and lathered the patch of hair with the thick, adhesive-like substance. He placed a strip of sleek white paper against the wax-laden armpit hair and gently yet forcefully yanked it off.
"Ngh!" Blue Thunder grunted mildly in pain. An airy feel crossed his underarm, promoting the slight burning sensation. "Nice one." He felt the allure of his bare armpit.
"Alright. Other one." Oliver said, prompting Blue Thunder to lift his right arm. The former could smell the natural scent wafting into his face. He painted over the hair with more wax, applied another sheet, and ripped the hair off.
"Ah." Blue Thunder's breath caught in his throat as the very low pain scraped against his skin for a moment. "I applaud how skilled you are…how gentle, yet how efficient~" He let his hand caress Oliver's firm arm.
"Heh…it means a lot coming from you. Believe me." Oliver said. His eyes tilted lower until they found the erect cock of 7 inches and the supple yet small scrotum. He blushed and hugged silently as he thought and fantasized about touching and massaging them ever so slightly, slowly but surely and steadily bringing the superhero to his orgasm.
"Touch me~" Blue Thunder purred, tracing his finger on the edge of Oliver's hairy arm. Oliver blinked and made eye contact with the hero again. "Touch it~ Get all familiar with it~" He moved his brows in a seductive manner, gazing at the gentleman with his bedroom eyes as he smirked.
Oliver glanced back down and hesitantly neared his hand toward the throbbing length. His fingers wrapped around Blue Thunder's cock and stroked gently.
"Mmm~" Blue Thunder hummed in pleasure. His legs and thighs quivered around as the mild yet fulfilling feeling washed over him. He leaned back and tilted his head up with a faint moan, letting Oliver guide him with his hands. Oliver's other hand groped and rubbed those soft balls of his. "Hahhhh~" Blue Thunder sighed, arching his back.
Oliver kept gliding his hand over the short shaft, fondling the scrotum with the other before he felt the patch of black, grassy hair brush against his thumb. He withdrew his hands, prompting Blue Thunder to tilt his head down and look back at the waxer.
"What's the holdup~?" Blue Thunder asked. "Everything alright, stud~?" He grinned, raising a brow.
"L-Let's get back to the task at hand. I don't want the wax to get cold." Oliver said with a giggle before lathering his brush again. He painted the steppe of pubes with the white wax and applied the sleek strips. He tugged them off ever so gently so as to not damage the goods whilst removing the hair clean from his crotch.
"Mmm~ Good job~" Blue Thunder said in a husky fashion. "You've got a good set of hands on ya, but…" The superhero pulled his thighs and legs back toward him, exposing his ass and perineum. "there's more than just that~" He smirked.
Oliver blushed as he glanced at Blue Thunder's puckered hole, finding the mild hairs around it as well. He gulped and lathered the streak of hair on the hero's taint and applied a thin wax strip, gently peeling it off, and with it, the hair. His hands trembled as he focused on the pink, puckered entrance. He sunk the brush into the wax and lathered up the hair-covered skin beside the small, tight hole.
"Heh~ Mmf~" Blue Thunder chuckled and wiggled as the brush tickled his entrance and the surrounding regions. Oliver applied the sleek strips and tore the last of the hair from its spot. "Ngh! Hah...alright..." Blue Thunder breathed with a giggle as the pain subsided. "Well, Oliver, I didn't come here for just the waxing~ I'm sure you know that, though~" He smirked. "How does a tip sound for your good work~? And a good tip too~" The superhero lay back and spread his ass.
"Well, uh...I guess I can help you out~" Oliver said before biting his lip. His hands landed on the lower region of the back of Blue Thunder's thighs, just above the plump, round portions of his ass. Oliver spread the sizeable surplus of booty and hesitantly, slowly leaned near. He licked his lips and shut his eyes, parting his lips and letting his tongue softly lap against the puckered hole.
"Hahhhh~" Blue Thunder leaned his head back as he sighed out a moan. The warm, wet tongue kept licking away at his entrance at hardly a skilled speed or level. Even if it wasn't Victor's ravenous mouth, it still brought him pleasure. Oliver's hand scaled from the superhero's thigh, tracing a finger against his left ball before wrapping his hand around the throbbing seven inches of length.
"Ohhhohohhhh~ Mmf~ A-Ahahh~!" Blue Thunder moaned louder and quivered at the introduction of Oliver's second handjob. Those balls of his rested on the waxer's firm forehead. Oliver hummed as his tongue swirled around the pink, puckered hole. "Uhnnn~! Y-Yes~ Ohh, t-that's it~ J-Just like that~" Blue Thunder whined.
"Mwah~ Llahhh~ Mmlala~" Oliver gasped as he tamely licked. His nose pressed against the freshly waxed taint, inhaling the aroma of musk and the cedar-scented wax.
"Mmf~ A-Ahhh~ Mmnn~! Ihn~!" Blue Thunder quivered as he moaned. "Haha! Y-You definitely know…w-what you're doing~ You want that money, d-don't you~? Ohnn~!" He shook his thighs as a wave of intense pleasure rocked through him. Oliver's hand cranked his shaft faster as he continued licking. His other hand trailed down the superhero's thick thigh, grabbing his buttock before reaching and caressing Blue Thunder's hip and waist. Oliver could go faster, harsher, and he knew it.
"Mmf~! K-Keep going~" Blue Thunder whimpered, running his hand through Oliver's dark hair. His partner relinquished his hand from the throbbing shaft and wrapped his arms around the superhero's thighs, pulling him closer for a deeper, more subduing kiss.
"Oah~! Ahahn~! Uhn~!" Blue Thunder rolled his eyes back as the tongue attacked his hole at a much harsher speed, ruthlessly lathering in saliva. Oliver worked harder, trying to send pleasure straight through him. The superhero twitched and shook harder, faster. The waxer could tell that his orgasm was near with each moan. "Ahn~! I-I'm close~! I'm gonna cum~!" Blue Thunder moaned louder.
Oliver's ears absorbed the sound of Blue Thunder's songs of pleasure. Feeling the edges of the buttocks against his cheeks twitching, he swirled his tongue around the pleasured hole. The superhero whined more in ecstasy before his cock erupted, spilling hot ropes of white spunk all over his abdomen.
"Ohhhh~! Ohohohhh~ Ahahhhh~" Blue Thunder breathed hefty, post-orgasmic breaths as Oliver stopped licking and stood. The superhero carefully sat on the bed and reached into his leotard, dragging out a small, folded bundle of bills, and handing it to the fine waxer with a smirk. "You've earned it, stud~," Blue Thunder said with a chuckle.
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4 Hours Later…
Later that day, the superhero stood on a rooftop downtown, scrolling on his phone. Clearly what the NSHC paid him for. He was blowing by the last few minutes he had before he clocked out and headed back to Base Echo Five, the last night he would be spending there.
Blue Thunder couldn't wait to finally be rid of that place. The bed was stiff. He could swear he could hear rats underneath. The water stunk of sulfur whenever he showered.
It was weeks after the Averek incident. He and Victor should've been released. Even then, Blue Thunder remembered how his boyfriend got them in this situation to begin with.
A notification popped up on his phone, one alerting him to a jewelry store robbery in progress. "You have to be fucking kidding me…" Blue Thunder sighed. He could pick up the alert last minute, perhaps pick up some overtime in the process, or head home without an added bonus. With a pensive breath, Blue Thunder accepted and flew off, heading to the scene.
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Four guys quickly extracted duffel bags full of luxuries from the store into a van sitting at the back. Little did they know that they were being watched by a third party standing on a rooftop across from the jewelry store. They hadn't any idea the trap that was waiting to be sprung.
As two of the guys stormed back inside the store, Blue Thunder descended from the roof; the sirens in the distance grew closer with each second or two. He quickly vanquished the driver with his firm elbow, leaving him unconscious for his buddies to find him. From there, he dashed to the front of the vehicle, silently yet speedily opened the hood, and unhitched the battery. The back door to the jeweler burst open once more, and Blue Thunder hid behind the front before quietly retreating to the right of the van. The thieves packed the rest of the gems into the back and hopped inside, shutting the doors.
"What the?" The robber in the passenger seat said upon noticing the slumped-over driver, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. He snapped a double-take forward to find Blue Thunder of all people standing in front of the van.
"Shit…" He aired out a sigh of dismay.
The distant sirens finally approached the alleyway. A squad car parked on the street behind them, and two cops stepped out armed to the teeth.
"Come out with your hands up! Now!" One of the men in uniform shouted. Three of the four criminals stepped out and surrendered without a fight, with the exception, of course, of the driver. The cops moved in swiftly and arrested the thieves, seizing their finds in the process. "You're free to leave, Blue Thunder. Thanks for making life easier on us." One of the officers said with a nod.
"You're welcome~" Blue Thunder replied with a flirtatious voice and smirk before he flew off.
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Blue Thunder later returned to Base Echo Five, trekking back to his quarters after a hard day of work. Victor stood at the counter, back faced to his favorite twink superhero, who removed his mask and smirked as he strutted near his lover's tall, bare stature. Vance wrapped his arms around his burly hunk of a macho man, hands exploring his hairy chest and abdomen.
"Hehe! Welcome back, hon~" Victor purred deeply, huskily. He placed his larger hand on his boyfriend's before turning to face him. Vance petted the short, curly strands on Victor's chest.
"You ready to get outta here?" Vance asked, letting his hand grope one of his man's massive pecs before rubbing one of his broad, muscular forearms.
"Oh, I've been ready, bunny~" Victor chuckled, leaning down and planting a kiss on Vance's blue-painted lips. An unsure look rested on the superhero's face. "What's wrong, sweet stuff?" He tilted his head.
"The cops are still watching the house, aren't they?" Vance asked. "They're even more suspicious now that we left for three weeks, huh? All because someone-"
"A-Alright, I get it." Victor let out a pensive sigh.
"Tomorrow night, you're sleeping on the couch." Vance said, cocking his hip while crossing his arms, earning a guilty, understanding nod from his boyfriend.
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Somewhere dark, a shrine sat, only illuminated by the dancing orange flames rising off the broad white candles. There sat a photo entrapped within an elaborate frame, representing that of a woman, presumably in her 40s. It was not alone, however, as it was joined by many others. The terracotta light shined on a T-shaped cross positioned above the memoria. The flames glimmered against the many red rosary beads that trailed down the table, implying the cross that hung off the edge.
A set of thick footsteps broke the silence, the floorboards creaking beneath the weight. The light from the flames could hardly even brighten the figure presumably kneeling before the elaborate shrine.
"Madre..." A whispering voice spoke with despair. "Lo prometo...te vengaré..." It said silently before a sniffle sounded throughout the room. "Prometo..."
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The Next Day...
Victor and Vance finally got settled back into their usual, dingy abode. The latter was granted a day off from playing superhero and finally allowed to live for once. On the other hand, it made for a day of boredom, but it made for a good day of rest. The superhero in disguise merely took to napping from noon until the afternoon when he showered off.
Vance left the bathroom, letting the hefty cloud of steam ooze out. His pink towel collected the loose drops of water from his body. His phone on the nightstand began ringing. Vance spotted the unknown number on the top half of the screen as he stepped closer. He whisked the microscopic bubbles of water out of his eyebrows and answered.
"Hello?" Vance spoke.
"Hey there, Blue Thunder. It's Chief Coleman." The voice on the other line spoke.
"Chief Coleman! Hey." Vance replied with a pinch of nervousness. "I-It's been a while...h-hasn't it?" He said with a chortle. Why was the chief of police calling? Was he going to say that he knew where he and Victor lived or something? He had to have known.
He and Victor were gone for three weeks. How could he have not known?
"Yeah, I agree." Coleman answered. "I need to speak to you." He followed up.
Well, shit. He didn't wanna handle it over the phone, he wanted to tell him face to face to make the suspense sit in.
"Okay. I can see you tomorrow after I-"
"No, I need to speak to you now." Coleman demanded subtly.
"What? But...it's my day off." Vance protested.
"Son, I don't care if you got fired. You meet me here, at my house, today." Coleman stated sternly, yet kept his voice at a stable volume.
"Do I...oh, to hell with it. Fine." Vance agreed and hung up. He let out a hefty, aggravated sigh before donning himself in his usual regalia. Leaving his room as Blue Thunder, he noticed Victor next to one of the windows, which had the blinds down and folded. "I'm heading out, Vic. Coleman's being a dick."
"Er...you might not wanna fly off this time." Victor turned to his boyfriend with a concerned look.
"Well, why is that?" Blue Thunder questioned with a brow raised. He approached the window and lifted a blind.
"See that grey car over there?" Victor mentioned, prompting the superhero's eyes to dart at a grey sedan. Two persons sat in the front of the vehicle. "They've been here since before we moved back." He stated.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Blue Thunder groaned with a sigh. "Alright. Thanks for the warning." He said, heading for the back door.
"Yer welcome, hon." Victor replied with a smile. "See you later!" He waved.
"You too." Blue Thunder answered in a sub-optimistic way. He headed out the back door and vaulted the 6-foot fence, walked away from the neighborhood, and flew off from North Friesland.
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Blue Thunder landed atop the steps of Chief Coleman's sizeable house. His heels clicked against the stone surface leading to the door, and he rang the doorbell. The melodious 'ding dongs' sounded, muffled to the outside of the house. The waiting game lasted not nearly as long this time. The lock crunched, and the elaborate doorknob twisted, prompting the chief of police to pull the door open.
"Come on in." Coleman swiveled out of the way, allowing the anxious superhero into his home. He shut the door behind Blue Thunder and led him into the living room. "So I see you've moved back into your house on Tesla Court." He stated, glancing at his visitor who stood in the frame leading to the room. Blue Thunder crossed his arms with an annoyed look.
"I already told you, I don't live in some 'house on Tesla Court'." He finessed, trying to keep his hideout a secret. "Now, whaddya want?" The superhero questioned.
"Sit down..." Coleman motioned to the L-shaped couch. Blue Thunder rolled his eyes and obliged. What now, another blowjob? "Have you been watching the news?" He asked.
"No, I've been asleep all day." Blue Thunder said with a sense of confusion, raising a brow. Coleman sighed and posed his remote at the flatscreen, prompting the television to shoot on. The superhero aimed his eyes at the screen, watching the news report of a brutal murder of a proposed government official, with a throat slashing being the modus operandi. Albeit tragic, that wasn't the crux of the misery, for the killer left a calling card in the form of a carved 'R' on the victim's torso.
"Okay?" Blue Thunder spoke in a confused way.
"Okay?!" Coleman balked with an unrestrained scowl before his brows tilted to the side. "You...really don't know...do you?" He asked in a calmer voice.
"N-No! What the hell are you talking about?" Blue Thunder questioned in return.
Coleman breathed in and let out a fearful breath. "It's all happening again, just like 2003."
"What do you mean 'happening again'? What the hell is going on?" Blue Thunder asked in a panicked fashion. "This has happened before?" He continued.
"In 2003, eighteen, yes, eighteen government agents were found dead in Mercer, ranging from the ATF, FBI, CIA, the list goes on." Coleman started. "They were killed one at a time, in groups of six. They all had letters carved into them, spelling out 'REDRUM'." He said, looking grimly at the superhero, who had a cocky grin on his blue-painted lips.
"Heh! 'Redrum'?" Blue Thunder questioned with a laugh.
"Shut up! This is far from funny." Coleman bellowed. "Here's the situation. I'm going to ADX Florence. I have a personal history with the previous asshole who first did this mess." He spoke, lifting a duffel back onto the couch.
"History? Whaddya mean 'history'?" Blue Thunder crossed his arms and furrowed his brows as the plot thickened. Coleman nodded with a pensive look before aiming his eyes at his visitor.
"I was on the force in Mercer when the murders occurred." He revealed. "Some of my buddies were in the crossfire as well." The chief explained sternly.
"I…I see…" Blue Thunder looked down.
"The FBI's gonna handle this investigation going forward. As for the force, well…" Coleman looked uneasily away from the superhero. "I don't trust that Sharp bastard. My deputy chief goes missing and then some nobody replaces him. You, however…you're someone I can count on." He tugged his suitcase closer to him. "I want you to figure out who's pissed off at the government. I want to make sure the death count stays well away from eighteen. Am I clear?" He sounded with a stern commanding voice, one that rivaled Freedom Eagle.
"Affirmative." Blue Thunder nodded. Coleman looked down at his watch.
"Ah, shit." He grabbed his bags and headed to the door along with the superhero. Blue Thunder lingered on the porch as Coleman entered his car and drove off.
'Can't ever get a minute's rest, can I?' Blue Thunder thought. 'I'll need to consult Vic about this RedRum guy…'
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Blue Thunder trudged behind the fence, his and Victor's house in view. He dashed from behind one house to the next, dodging the gaps that stood in between one another. He vaulted the fence into his backyard and suavely entered his house. Victor had stopped spying on the cops doing the same just outside their house and sat slumped on the couch.
"Hey, Vic." A voice sounded behind the lax, burly stud of a man. Victor turned his head and stood from the couch as Vance removed his mask.
"Hey, hon! How'd the meeting go?" Victor wrapped his arms around Vance in a semi-tight hug before relenting and holding his boyfriend's back with his sizeable hands.
"Heh! It went well…" Vance purred before leaning up and kissing his lover on his chapped lips. As he pulled away, he stroked his finger against Victor's chin. "Do you know anything about a…'RedRum' killer?" He asked.
"The RedRum killer." Victor furrowed his brows. "Damn…now that's a name I haven't heard in a while." He said with a chuckle.
"Well, whaddya know about him~?" Vance cocked his hip with a grin, crossing his arms.
"I mean, he killed a buncha government folk cause of somethin' that happened when he was a kid, but that's just about it." Victor shrugged. "Why're you askin'?" He widened his eyes slightly.
Vance aimed his eyes away from his boyfriend, his grin now faltering. "Some FBI agent got murdered, and the guy that did it carved an 'R' into him." He stated, placing a hand on his wide hip. "I was hoping you didn't miss it when I was asleep." He added.
"Eh, sorry, hon." Victor said with a remorseful sulk. He then lifted his head back up with a smirk, his pent-up lewd energy boiling up. "You wanna bang~?" He asked with a chuckle.
Vance let a smirk curl on his lips. "Well, only if you'll help me with the RedRum case~" He cocked his hip with a chuckle.
"Hehe! Deal~" Victor replied huskily, moving his hand up to cup Vance's soft, pale cheek. He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend's velvety pair of lips. He then grabbed those wide hips that Vance paraded around, spun him, and then shoved him to the couch.
Vance yelped softly as he landed on the cushions. He propped his knees on the seat of the sofa, presenting his ass for his stud of a boyfriend. Victor hummed, the bulge in his jeans growing larger. He pulled his tight shirt off and dropped his pants to the floor before sending a smack to the thicc ass before him.
"Ahahn~" Vance moaned and quivered before snaking his hips around with a purr. Victor placed his hands on his love's round, supple haunches and dug his fingers under the band of latex leading between Vance's buttocks. He tugged the bottom of the leotard aside and rubbed the rear before descending, placing one knee half on the edge of the rug where the coffee table was, and the other half on the hardwood floor. Victor spread his boyfriend's plump ass, seeing the pink, winking hole within. Vance had his arms placed, looking behind as his man closed in and sequestered his face in between his ass.
"Mmnf~!" Vance whined and jolted smoothly as he felt Victor's wet tongue lap against his hole. He glanced back forward and planted his face in his arms. "Mmm~ Ohhhh~" He murmured and slithered his hips back, burying Victor's face deeper in his asscheeks. Victor's tongue gloriously explored and caressed his hole while those firm, sturdy hands of his grabbed and massaged his ample ass. Vance's knees tightened as he huffed out a moan of delight, feeling Victor's breath against his hole and taint.
"Hlahh~" Victor huffed out a deep, hefty sigh before his massive arms hugged his boyfriend's ass even closer. His ears could pick up the muffled moans from up above. Vance leaned his head back with a sigh and looked down at his stud of a man, reaching back to run a hand through Victor's black perm.
"Mmf~ Ohh, Vic~" He murmured, closing his eyes with a wince. His hand returned to the top of the couch, gripping against the velvety cushion with a moan. Victor licked once more before pressing his lips against the hole with a soft kiss before pulling away and standing up. He chuckled with a lewd grin as he wiped the corner of his mouth free of saliva. Vance looked back at his lover with a wanting look, signaling him with his eyes.
Victor dropped his briefs and let his impressive, throbbing member spring free, Vance's favorite of all the dicks he'd come into contact with. The unmasked Superhero reached back and spread his plump ass as Victor stroked his monster length before he leaned closer and tugged his foreskin back. He pressed his giant leaking tip against the lubed hole and pierced.
"Ohn~!" Vance let out a short yet audible moan. His hands clenched against the cushions as his lover shoved more of that fat, veiny cock inside him. Vance could feel the veins pressing against his tight entrance. Victor smacked that fine ass, earning a moan from Vance before he grabbed his boyfriend's wide hips. He thrust some of his thick length inside before bucking his hips back.
"Hnf~ Ohohhhh~ V-Vic~" Vance bared his forehead down against the back of the sofa as Victor developed a rhythm.
"Hoohhh~ Damn~ A-Ahahhaahh~" Victor chuckled, tightening his grip on the supple rear in his hands. He gave one of the supple asscheeks a pat before increasing his pace. Vance's shoulders shivered, arching his back and presenting his ass further to Victor. He felt the warmth and weight of those balls against his bare, hairless taint as he soaked in the pleasure. "Ohh, Vance~" Victor sighed and glided his hand up his boyfriend's waist, caressing him down to his broad hip again.
"Mmmf~! Ohh~" Vance moaned and shivered as Victor touched him. The firm tip of that big dick skimmed and pressed against his prostate. "Hmf~!" He whined softly as Victor spanked him once more. The thrusts into him became harsher, quickening the pace, and making the sounds of flesh impacting one another grow louder. He glanced back with a moan and placed a hand on one of Victor's larger ones.
"V-Victor~! More~ M-More~! Uhn~! Oh fuck~" Vance pleaded in a voice laced with lust. Victor slammed inside with greater tenacity, his grunts becoming louder. The warm, gripping hole coaxed him closer to an orgasm. He struggled to hold back his abundant release.
"H-Hahh~! Ahah~!" Victor winced, pounding Vance's hole at peak power. His boyfriend's moans rose until he let out a sigh of bliss.
"Ahhhh~! Ohohhh~ Uhnnn~" Vance groaned, spilling his seed all over the seed of the couch.
"Hagh~! Ngh~! O-Ohh~!" Victor bellowed with a wince as his body locked up. "Ohhh~ Hohhh~" He let out a strained breath as he flooded the pulsing hole with his thick white spunk. He exhaled one final, hefty breath before gently removing his weakening meat rod from the gaped hole. Vance quivered with a hefty sigh opening his eyes to Victor behind him.
"Mmm~" Vance ran his right hand over the one still holding his hip. "V-Vic...you're amazing~" He huffed.
"Hehe! I have my moments~" Victor chuckled before landing back-first on the couch. Vance shifted carefully, laying himself by his boyfriend's side. A question lingered on his spent mind, one which the answer would be an objection from Victor.
"Vic...do you wanna maybe...move outta here?" Vance huffed, prompting Victor to sit up straight and furrow his brows at the superhero.
"What?" Victor questioned softly. "W-Why would we do that?" He followed up, his voice rising gradually in volume, but not with anger.
"Well, seeing as how the cops know we're here, we should probably find a new place to live if and when they have a reason to arrest us." Vance stated, quivering and cuddling beneath his lover's giant tree-trunk arm, arching his back to fit his butt into Victor's hand.
"But...the cops don't have a reason...do they? I mean, why would they do that to begin with?" Victor shrugged with one arm, curling his arm around Vance's curvy lower back.
"They don't have a reason. For now, at least." Vance looked away from his boyfriend and toward the window with a glare. "That won't last forever though, and...what if someone gets ahold of that data?" He asked rhetorically, brushing his hand against Victor's hairy abs. "Someone naughty~ Someone...daring~" He added with a purr, rubbing his rear against Victor's hand.
"Eh...I hear ya~" Victor chuckled and grabbed his boyfriend's ass.
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6 Hours Later...
The nightclub on the south side of town contracted a considerable amount of business, impressive for a day that wasn't Friday. Two men dressed in sharp Hawaiian shirts sat on the far right side of the bar, treating themselves to some drinks.
"Hey, I'm gonna use the john." The one on the left stood up, heading for the restroom. The other nodded and took another sip from his brown bottle of beer. It must've been only a couple of minutes until he received a text from his partner.
'GET IN HERE NOW!'
He immediately stood and marched to the bathroom. Upon entering, the pristine white tile-walled room was dead silent. His friend was nowhere in sight.
"Chet?" He called out for his partner. His eyes panned on the floor of the room before him until he reached a pair of shoes in a stall. The door was ajar, and he barged in, seeing Chet on the floor, slumped on the toilet with his throat slashed and an 'E' carved into his forehead, blood coating his shirt. Suddenly, the other was taken from behind, and a blade ran across his throat. "AGH!" He hissed out before gradually descending to the floor.
Blood ran down his neck and onto the white tile floor. He held his neck as he turned over, his eyes landing on the one who did the deed - a dark tan-skinned man with a head of black hair bound in a ponytail.
"Buenas noches, federales..." He said lowly, watching his victim bleed out before he carved a 'D' on his broad forehead.
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The Next Morning...
"Vance! Vance, get up!" Victor whispered loudly, nudging his boyfriend's body. Vance merely groaned and squirmed lightly as he continued to dwell in his slumber. "Hon..." Victor shook his lover again.
"Mmm..." Vance whined, gradually awaking.
"C'mon, Vance. You gotta come see this." Victor said, prompting Vance's eyes to open in a mild squint as he grumbled.
"S-See what?" Vance asked weakly.
"There's another one. Two more of 'em, the RedRum killins'." Victor stated with more bass in his voice.
Vance blinked quickly and widened his eyes. "What?" He spoke in a slightly less groggy voice. The unmasked superhero sat on the bed, propping himself up with his hands before swinging his legs off the bed and standing. Victor returned to the living room as Vance donned his nude body in some tight-fitting grey underwear. Vance left the bedroom and joined his boyfriend in front of the TV.
The news displayed a report of two more murders, killed in the same way as the one before. Their foreheads were marked with carved 'E' and 'R' respectively.
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Coleman followed the guard down a small, narrow corridor, which was illuminated by lights on the ceiling that sat about six feet apart from one another. They stopped before a steel door, which the guard grasped and tugged open, prompting a sharp squeak to sound out through the hallway. Beyond the door, there sat a counter with a chair tucked beneath, and a window looking into the other room. Coleman released an anxious sigh and approached the chair, tugging it out from under the surface. The door in the other room opened, and an old, pale-skinned man, clad in an orange jumpsuit and shackles, entered with a guard behind him.
The original RedRum Killer slowly stepped forward, waddling like a penguin from the impairment the chains on his ankles inflicted on him. He slowly pulled the chair out and descended atop it, grabbing the phone off the hook beside him as did Coleman.
"Back again, are we?" The RedRum Killer said into the phone with a dry, yet blank and stoic elderly voice. Coleman stayed silent, sparing only a glare at his nemesis. "What now? You have what you want. You're chief of police now, from what I hear." He continued.
"I don't know if you know, Randall, but there's been a copycat killer on the loose for the last two days." Coleman finally spoke.
"A copycat killer, eh?" The RedRum Killer furrowed his brows.
"That's right." Coleman nodded. "Now I know damn well that you didn't break outta jail, go all the way up to New Friesland, and kill a buncha feds yourself, so who's your apprentice?" He questioned with a grumble.
"What apprentice?" Randall asked. "I've had no contact with anyone else other than the agents that caught me. No room for friends, and definitely no family after what the ATF did to me, so there's that." He said with a blank stare at the chief.
"Oh yeah?" Coleman started. "And not one of your friends from Hazelton decided to finish what you started?" He retorted.
"A copycat is a copycat for a reason. All you have to do is figure out why." Randall replied, keeping his thousand-yard stare directed at the chief. "I know the reason why, but I also know that you wouldn't listen. After all, you would rather die than hear me proven right." He added. No laugh after the fact, nothing to suggest that he was the villain. Just some soulless husk of a man, staring at Coleman like a dead fish.
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30 Minutes Later...
Victor approached the silver coupe parked beside the sidewalk. He grabbed the skinny handle before scanning the calm streets around him. It wasn't the RedRum killer he was looking for, though that added to his paranoia. He double, no, triple-checked multiple times to ensure that the cops weren't on his tail. He wasn't followed, or so it seemed.
Tugging the door open, Victor entered the car and sat next to Phil. The latter folded his tabloid and placed it in the narrow space between the seat and the console.
"Whaddya have for me?" Victor started, looking away from his henchman.
"I talked with the witnesses at the club. They all said they saw this Hispanic dude hangin' around in the men's restroom like he was waitin' for somebody." Phil stated.
"Hispanic guy? That's a lotta people in New Friesland." Victor said with a pair of furrowed brows. "Hell, I could pass as Hispanic myself!" He added with a chuckle.
"Eh...they said he had a ponytail or somethin', and he was tall and kinda buff." Phil added with a shrug. "There's not much I got for ya." He said.
"Dammit..." Victor growled and looked out the window.
"Anyway..." Phil trailed off, reaching for the back seat. He brought back a radio-like device to the dashboard. "got us a new police scanner." He said before looking out at his rear view with a grumble. "And if this asshole don't get off my car." He hastily opened his door and stepped out. "Hey, kid! Do you mind?" He spat angrily.
"My bad!" The slim, tan-skinned guy stepped away from the side of Phil's car. Victor stared as he walked away, adrenaline surging through him. His mind ran with suspicions that he was being followed once again.
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Blue Thunder stood on the rooftop of a building near the edge, waiting for the next crime to occur for him to stop. He felt a vibration beneath his chest, and a ringing coming from inside his leotard. He reached inside and pulled out his phone, furrowing his brows at the unknown number on the screen. He picked up and brought the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He said from his end.
"Hello there, 'Blue Thunder'." An opposing, cunning voice spoke on the other line.
"Who is this?" Blue Thunder raised a brow.
"This is the deputy chief of the New Friesland Police Department." The voice said.
"Ah, Deputy Sharp." Blue Thunder cracked a smile. "I've heard so much about you." He said.
"You have?" Sharp asked with a mildly surprised voice.
"Mhm! That I have." Blue Thunder replied. "Now, what do you want? I have crime to fight." He questioned.
"You mean sexually assaulting the accused?" Sharp said smugly.
"Oh, don't even go there." Blue Thunder growled. "They actually just so happen to enjoy what I give them." He added.
"Heh! Sure they do." Sharp replied with a chuckle. "Anyways, I know that your employers are charging you with finding this new 'RedRum' killer." He started, changing the topic.
"Yeah?" Blue Thunder lied, keeping his and Coleman's meeting a secret.
"Well, you oughtta just sit this one out, let the force handle this one." Sharp suggested, his voice hinting at a latent threatening tone.
"Yeah, I dunno about that one, Sharp." Blue Thunder smirked as he gave his answer.
"You either stay out of it, or I'm bringing you in for obstructing the investigation." Sharp cautioned.
"Eh, I'm sure that won't hold up well in court with the vigilante laws and all. Nice try, though!" Blue Thunder chuckled.
"I'm warning you-"
"I'm sure, but I have a job to do. Talk to you later...not!" Blue Thunder immediately hung up, just in time for a notification to sound about a murder that had gone down a couple of blocks from where he stood. He shoved his phone back into his leotard and flew off from the rooftop. The femboy superhero landed amongst the small gathering of people that stood before the alleyway. The civilians made way for him to see the body, the maroon blood that stained his shirt, and the backward 'R' on his chest.
Blue Thunder froze as his eyes scanned the body. This RedRum killer worked faster than any other killer, and so did he; the cops hadn't even arrived yet. With that knowledge, a cunning plan spawned in his mind. He glanced up and surveyed the corners of the buildings for security cameras, and he quickly found his match. He jogged inside the pawn shop, and after the fact, the distant sounds of sirens closed in.
Several squad cars approached the scene, swerving and parking before the alley. Everything was routine with them, awaiting the coroner, but their investigation was hindered as Blue Thunder flew away from the scene with the CCTV tapes.
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Sharp sat in the chief's office, looking at a small yet thick notepad. There were six names written in ink, including his own. He stroked a black pen across the fourth name, leaving only two left, the last of which being his own. The answering machine on the desk began chirping aloud. The deputy snatched the phone from its hook and brought it to his ear.
"Sharp." He greeted with a hardly friendly tone.
"The camera footage at the scene is gone." The officer on the other line stated.
"What?!" Sharp rasped with anger.
"It's gone. The guy says that he gave them to someone else.
Sharp clenched the handle of the phone tightly. His brows scrunched toward the bridge of his nose.
"Blue Thunder…motherfucker…" He growled.
"Sir?" The voice on the other line spoke.
"Arrest any superheroes that try and interfere with the investigation." Sharp ordered.
"But sir-"
"DO IT!" Sharp demanded loudly.
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The lights flashed on, and a whirring sound chimed throughout the mostly dark, barren warehouse. There sat a man in a suit, blindfolded and tied to a folding chair. The white shirt beneath his black blazer was stained with the rusty, brown-red color of dried blood.
A hefty set of footsteps thudded against the concrete floor toward him. The most wanted man in all of New Friesland stepped into view of the light, holding a grey, dull machete. He placed a hand on his victim's shoulder, making him shiver and whimper with fear. The RedRum killer leaned in toward his victim's ear.
"Your amigos…are all dead…" He hissed. "There are only two of you left that I have to kill, you first, Agent Gomez, then Adrian Sharp." The RedRum killer then raised his blade up to the agent's neck, keeping it a mere quarter of an inch away from his flesh. "The devils shall pay for what they did to my mother, and you shall pay for their sins." He said before rising, grabbing the agent's hair, pulling him back, and swinging his machete toward his throat. Gomez's head came clean off. From there, the RedRum killer carved a jagged 'U' into his forehead.
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6 Hours Later…
Victor kept reviewing the security camera footage of the fourth murder. The assailant wasn't dumb; he came prepared, wearing gloves and a black hoodie. One clip granted him a better view of the RedRum killer's face, spotting his deep tan face and thick black mustache.
The phone in the living room began blaring, prompting him to rise from the chair in his office. He grabbed the phone from its hook on the table.
"Hello?" Victor said, placing his hand on his hip.
"Find anything on those tapes, Vic?" The familiar, soothing voice of his boyfriend sounded on the other end.
"Eh, not all that much, Bunny." Victor replied. "The guy had his hood up, so I can't see if the guy had a ponytail or not. All I can see is that he had a mustache." He shrugged with a sigh.
"Hmm, that doesn't help us too much..." Blue Thunder replied.
"Well, he was carryin' around a machete." Victor added.
"Oh, well. Just forget about it. You did your best." Blue Thunder let out a sigh.
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4 Hours Later...
Under the dark cloak of the night, Sharp left the police station and returned quickly to his car. He looked in every direction before opening the door and climbing inside. Drawing his handgun, he inspected the back and the floorboards of his vehicle, seeing no one else present. He retrieved his notepad and crossed out Gomez's name, leaving only his present on the white paper.
It was all a part of his own special plan, to find the master killer, that is.
The RedRum killer was depraved enough to ship his fellow agent's head, which came equipped with the second-to-last calling card. One of the golden-orange lights from across the street beamed into his car before darkness passed through it. Sharp swiftly glanced at the shadowed figure beside him as he tried to open the door. He grabbed his Glock 21, prompting the RedRum killer to bolt to the left, behind his vehicle. Sharp shoved his door open and watched as the RedRum killer drew a gun himself.
Sharp immediately swung behind his door and took cover as the sharp, piercing sound of bullets rang out as rounds hit the plastic of his inner door. He peeked out from the side and aimed for the rear of the vehicle behind his. His attacker showed himself only mildly as more gunshots echoed through the area. Sharp aimed for the thigh, nowhere vital; he didn't want to kill the subject of his master plan. He fired, but his shots failed to strike true, missing the mark by at least six inches.
The RedRum killer kept firing until his mag ran out, and he retreated inside his vehicle. Sharp jumped back into his car and grabbed the mic.
"All units, head to thirty-one-o-nine Stockton stat! Apprehend the RedRum killer, but do not use deadly force." Sharp commanded urgently.
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"I'm sorry, Bunny." Victor said, rubbing Vance's shoulders as the latter sat on his lap. "Ya gave it yer all."
"I know, Vic..." Vance sighed. "I just...I didn't want anyone else to die before we found him. There's four people dead already." He stated as he sulked.
"C'mon, don't blame yerself." Victor leaned in closer to the nape of his boyfriend's neck. "You don't blame yerself for every bank robber you don't catch, hun." He said soothingly against Vance's ear. Suddenly, a chiming sound effect erupted from his pocket along with a vibrating. He reached into his pocket with a growl and looked at the name 'Phil' on the screen before swiping and bringing it up to his ear. "Hello?" He said.
Victor's thick brows furrowed as Phil spoke. "Uh-huh. Right, got it." He said with a nod before quickly hanging up. "They found 'im."
"Huh?" Vance turned his head back to his man and froze.
"They found the RedRum killer. They say on the scanner that he's at thirty-one-o-nine Stockton. They ain't there yet. You gotta go! Now!" Victor repeated sternly. Vance hopped up from his boyfriend's lap and sprinted to the bedroom. He threw on his leotard, stocking boots, gloves, mask, and cape, nothing else, no time for makeup. Now clad as Blue Thunder, he bolted for the back door, vaulted the fence and flew away from the neighborhood under the dark of the night.
Blue Thunder typed in the address on his phone, which generated a trail to some place in Copenhagen. The easy part was over, now he had to beat the convoy of red and blue lights to his far right. He banked to the east toward the sizeable warehouse and landed, his stiff heel boots stepping firm onto the sidewalk. He reeled back a powerful kick and sent his foot through the rusty metal door, knocking it off its hinges flat to the floor. The stale, mothball air hit his nostrils the second he stepped inside.
Blue Thunder couldn't see two feet in front of him, blinded by the darkness, which encapsulated all but one area of the entrance. There stood a corridor before him, which was illuminated. He stepped slowly toward the corner and peeked down the hall when suddenly, an object came flying at him. Blue Thunder quickly hid behind the corner as the machete clanked as it hit the wall. He jumped out from the corner to see the RedRum killer sprinting down the hall and charged after him.
He chased the assailant into the open expanse of the warehouse. The RedRum killer grabbed a nearby chainsaw, revved it up, and chucked it at the superhero. Blue Thunder swiveled out of the way with a spin move and resumed his pursuit. The RedRum killer banked toward a hallway spanning toward the rear of the building as Blue Thunder was quickly gaining on him within seconds. Blue Thunder reached forth, ready to clutch the murderer once and for all, before the back door flew open.
Before Blue Thunder could even comprehend what was happening, a mass of...shining glitter showered the somewhat narrow space, blinding him as well as the RedRum killer. It was like a dancefloor that had more than a dozen disco balls spinning above it. He grunted as he limped against the wall, holding his face. He heard a commotion next to him and squinted, easing his eyes further open to find three guys, one blonde, one with auburn hair, and one with dark brown hair, all clad in tight, neon pink, yellow, and teal clothing that hugged around their slim yet curvy bodies.
"W-What...the fuck?" Blue Thunder groaned with a mild wince, holding himself up.
"Hehe! Sorry, didn't see ya there!" The auburn-haired one said, wearing a teal sports bra with pink tights that had unorganized yellow zigzags. Blue Thunder squinted through his domino mask at the three unknown superheroes.
"W-Who…the hell are you guys?" He questioned. The three guys glanced at each other with grins aplenty.
"I'm Auburn Angel!" The auburnette one said.
"And I'm Blonde Bombshell." The blonde one introduced.
"And I'm Dashing Dynamo! And together we are..." The brunette started with a wide-open grin before he and his comrades bared themselves into a set of elaborate poses.
"The Glamour Guardians!" The three shouted proudly and gleefully. Blue Thunder stood frozen with a blank stare and a pair of squinted, scrutinizing eyes.
"The...what now?" Blue Thunder questioned with an annoyed voice.
"Yeah, that's us. Dunno what else you expected." Blonde Bombshell said with a less enthusiastic, more brazen voice as he crossed his arms.
"Anyway, sorry for the confusion. We'll take Mister Knife Guy over here and be on our way." Dashing Dynamo grunted and lifted the groggy RedRum killer onto his feet. "See ya!" He said, leaving quickly through the back door with the other two Glamour Guardians. Blue Thunder stood utterly confused, too much so to even do anything about them taking his score.
'The 'Glamour Guardians'? Who the hell do those guys think they are?' Blue Thunder sounded in his mind, huffing out a chuckle.
Suddenly, the sounds of radios and footsteps from the open excess of the warehouse hit his ears. Blue Thunder ran for the backdoor and flew off from the scene.
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36 Hours Later...
Freedom Eagle waited atop a cliff, looking out toward the city. He heard the snapping of a branch behind him and turned swiftly to find his top subordinate behind him.
"Blue Thunder." Eagle nodded. Blue Thunder let out a soft, silent sigh before approaching his boss. "I don't know what's happening. Payroll just doesn't feel like giving you your share...again..." Freedom Eagle started. "This time, they say they don't recognize that you apprehended the RedRum killer. It's all just adding to a list of problems. First, you're wanted for 'obstructing an investigation', whatever that means, and now it's this mess. I'm sorry, Va-"
"It's not what you think." Blue Thunder objected, hanging his head somewhat. "I...I didn't catch the RedRum killer. It was these three ditsy ass twinks that caught him." He said.
"Huh?" Freedom Eagle furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.
"Yeah...they were called...the 'Glamour Guardians'..." Blue Thunder breathed out a chuckle. Freedom Eagle's reaction to the news wasn't as confounded as Blue Thunder would've thought. His fist clenched as he let out a low growl from his throat. "Eagle?"
"The fucking western division..." Freedom Eagle grimaced.