Original: Men with Cookies and Kisses (Slash)
Though circumstances prevent me from typing for long periods of time I had a finished Snuggle on standby. Maybe you remember these two from Men in Tights (rewritten version) Hope you like.
Men with Cookies and Kisses
“You guys really have cookies.” Stephen said in mild surprise. They were standing to the side in a big open room. Villains -powered and non-powered- mingled with each other swapping bad jokes and world domination ideas.
“Told you so.” Avian said as he swiped a few for himself. “Just don’t eat the ones made by the potion guys. You never know what you’re going to turn into with those.”
Stephen Stephenson, known as Juvenile Justice to his enemies, looked warily at the buffet table and moved closer to his villain boyfriend. He laced his arm through Avian’s and nervously reached up with the other to make sure the plain black “visitor” mask was still in place. Stephen felt very exposed without his own mask.
“Are you sure it’s alright for me to be here?” The superhero whispered to Avian.
“Sure? Babe, it’s practically a rule to try and undermine the others at gatherings such as these.” Avian gestured to the conference hall full of masked villains and their guests.
Stephen felt his face start to burn, “I told you not to call me that.”
Avian gave him one of his evil smirks that always set Stephen’s heart to pounding. “What, babe? But I can’t use your real name, or your alter ego. I could always call you my snuggly wuggly, snookiepookems, sexy bum-”
“Babe’s fine.” Stephen decided and tried to move even closer to Avian as they passed a particularly rough looking group.
Avian snickered, “Seriously, relax, I’d probably get Villain-of-the-Year if anyone knew I snuck a hero in.” Stephen hushed him and Avian laughed again. He shook off Stephen’s grip and slung his arm around the nervous man’s waist, pulling him close. “I love you so much,” he whispered into Stephen’s hair.
Stephen couldn’t help it, he pressed himself closer to his lover. He turned his head so that his lips were just about…
“Hawkie!” a voice came from in front of them and Avian groaned. Before Stephen could ask a round man came bowling towards them knocking other villains around like pins. “I’m surprised you showed your sorry face here; after that whooping you took from Juvenile Justice last week.”
“Bill,” Avian greeted with a strained grin. The man, Mr. Billiards, thumped him on the shoulder. Stephen winced-it sounded liked it had hurt.
“How‘s my favorite failure?” Mr. Billiards said. “You know I’ll be happy to take care of that hero for you.” he offered with a grin that he probably thought was sly but ended up as slimy. “Maybe you’ll finally pull off a takeover.”
“I would rather do it myself.” Avian replied stiffly.
“If you can,” the man laughed at him. He turned his attention to Stephen. “who’s your charming companion? How on earth did you convince this gorgeous creature to go out with a loser like yourself?” Stephen felt his face stiffen as he tried to control his expression. Avian’s arm tightened around his waist convulsively. “Did you know that he has failed in over half of his endeavors this past year all because of that pansy hero Juvenile Justice? ”
“He has many good qualities.” Stephen gritted out.
“Ha! And that’s the problem isn’t it?” Billiards appeared unaware of the growing irritation of the supers in front of him. “Who ever heard of a villain with good qualities? Careful you don’t go anti-hero on us,” He said to Avian. Then, to Stephen, “If you ever want to be with a real man, let me know.” Billiards leered.
Stephen smiled, and then kicked him in the face followed by a stomp on a very sensitive part of male anatomy when the first blow had knocked Billiards to the ground.
“That’s funny, I don’t see any real man here except for mine. But I’ll keep you in mind next time I need a punching bag.” He ground his heel in.
A couple of security thugs came through the crowd; their job being keeping the wreckage at these gatherings to a minimum. Stephen gave them a sweet smile, “I think this man needs a doctor, preferably one that specializes in castration.” With that he walked away leaving a befuddled Avian in his wake.
Hurriedly Avian caught up with him.“…what was that about?” Avian asked Stephen.
Stephen was smiling smugly, “that’s what he gets for insulting my man…and me.” he said as an after thought.
Avain grinned and swung Stephen around until he faced him. “Are you going anti-hero on me? ‘Cause that’d be hott. We could break the law together.”
“Dream on. I’m still gonna throw your butt in jail next time I catch you.”
Avian shrugged, “Oh well. Good thing I think that good guys are also hott.”
“Hm, I prefer bad boys myself. Now, I believe you were going to kiss me before we were so rudely interrupted. I think you should continue.” He turned up his face for said kiss.
Avian feigned innocence, “Really? I don’t remember tha-”
Stephen cut him off with his lips because, really, he had waited long enough.
Men with Cookies and Kisses
“You guys really have cookies.” Stephen said in mild surprise. They were standing to the side in a big open room. Villains -powered and non-powered- mingled with each other swapping bad jokes and world domination ideas.
“Told you so.” Avian said as he swiped a few for himself. “Just don’t eat the ones made by the potion guys. You never know what you’re going to turn into with those.”
Stephen Stephenson, known as Juvenile Justice to his enemies, looked warily at the buffet table and moved closer to his villain boyfriend. He laced his arm through Avian’s and nervously reached up with the other to make sure the plain black “visitor” mask was still in place. Stephen felt very exposed without his own mask.
“Are you sure it’s alright for me to be here?” The superhero whispered to Avian.
“Sure? Babe, it’s practically a rule to try and undermine the others at gatherings such as these.” Avian gestured to the conference hall full of masked villains and their guests.
Stephen felt his face start to burn, “I told you not to call me that.”
Avian gave him one of his evil smirks that always set Stephen’s heart to pounding. “What, babe? But I can’t use your real name, or your alter ego. I could always call you my snuggly wuggly, snookiepookems, sexy bum-”
“Babe’s fine.” Stephen decided and tried to move even closer to Avian as they passed a particularly rough looking group.
Avian snickered, “Seriously, relax, I’d probably get Villain-of-the-Year if anyone knew I snuck a hero in.” Stephen hushed him and Avian laughed again. He shook off Stephen’s grip and slung his arm around the nervous man’s waist, pulling him close. “I love you so much,” he whispered into Stephen’s hair.
Stephen couldn’t help it, he pressed himself closer to his lover. He turned his head so that his lips were just about…
“Hawkie!” a voice came from in front of them and Avian groaned. Before Stephen could ask a round man came bowling towards them knocking other villains around like pins. “I’m surprised you showed your sorry face here; after that whooping you took from Juvenile Justice last week.”
“Bill,” Avian greeted with a strained grin. The man, Mr. Billiards, thumped him on the shoulder. Stephen winced-it sounded liked it had hurt.
“How‘s my favorite failure?” Mr. Billiards said. “You know I’ll be happy to take care of that hero for you.” he offered with a grin that he probably thought was sly but ended up as slimy. “Maybe you’ll finally pull off a takeover.”
“I would rather do it myself.” Avian replied stiffly.
“If you can,” the man laughed at him. He turned his attention to Stephen. “who’s your charming companion? How on earth did you convince this gorgeous creature to go out with a loser like yourself?” Stephen felt his face stiffen as he tried to control his expression. Avian’s arm tightened around his waist convulsively. “Did you know that he has failed in over half of his endeavors this past year all because of that pansy hero Juvenile Justice? ”
“He has many good qualities.” Stephen gritted out.
“Ha! And that’s the problem isn’t it?” Billiards appeared unaware of the growing irritation of the supers in front of him. “Who ever heard of a villain with good qualities? Careful you don’t go anti-hero on us,” He said to Avian. Then, to Stephen, “If you ever want to be with a real man, let me know.” Billiards leered.
Stephen smiled, and then kicked him in the face followed by a stomp on a very sensitive part of male anatomy when the first blow had knocked Billiards to the ground.
“That’s funny, I don’t see any real man here except for mine. But I’ll keep you in mind next time I need a punching bag.” He ground his heel in.
A couple of security thugs came through the crowd; their job being keeping the wreckage at these gatherings to a minimum. Stephen gave them a sweet smile, “I think this man needs a doctor, preferably one that specializes in castration.” With that he walked away leaving a befuddled Avian in his wake.
Hurriedly Avian caught up with him.“…what was that about?” Avian asked Stephen.
Stephen was smiling smugly, “that’s what he gets for insulting my man…and me.” he said as an after thought.
Avain grinned and swung Stephen around until he faced him. “Are you going anti-hero on me? ‘Cause that’d be hott. We could break the law together.”
“Dream on. I’m still gonna throw your butt in jail next time I catch you.”
Avian shrugged, “Oh well. Good thing I think that good guys are also hott.”
“Hm, I prefer bad boys myself. Now, I believe you were going to kiss me before we were so rudely interrupted. I think you should continue.” He turned up his face for said kiss.
Avian feigned innocence, “Really? I don’t remember tha-”
Stephen cut him off with his lips because, really, he had waited long enough.