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The early afternoon sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky over Seoul. Dust still wafted in a gray haze over parts of the city, seemingly under endless construction ever since the alien incident, though it had been over six months prior. The damage had been extensive, though the losses were thankfully minimal due to evacuation efforts. A small memorial sat in the center of the original point of destruction, laden with flowers and candles.
But life went on. People went to work, took their children to school, came home… heroes still patrolled the streets diligently. There were more heroes than ever, now; the extraterrestrial attack had caused a surge in applications to the hero associations all around the world, but none more prevalent than Seoul, where it had all happened. That gave the veteran heroes much more time to relax, only being called upon when their level of skill and power was needed.
And time off? Well, that was the one thing a hero could learn to appreciate.
“God… Wonhonnie…” Hyungwon’s whine was both chiding and needy as he was pressed against the glass of his—no, their bedroom windows, naked as the day he was born.
Wonho, equally bare, pushed up against him, letting those long legs wrap around his hips for leverage as he slid back inside him with a glorious hiss. His hands found the other’s wrists, pinning them above his lover’s head as he rutted against him, taking time to find his rhythm again. Everything about his actions was unhurried… it was their day off, after all. He planned to savor it.
“Y-you’d better hope none of the guys are on patrol and swing by.” Hyungwon hissed, a dull thunk vibrating the glass as his head fell back against it. “Our friends can fly, you know. You should really think these things through.”
“Mm, they’ll survive.” Wonho murmured against the other’s cheek, entirely uninterested in what he was saying.
“And you better not break the glass again. It’s not cheap to replace. Plus it takes them all day to—oh shit!” Hyungwon’s complaint was cut off by a whimper of a curse when Wonho nipped at his neck, hard.
“You’re the one who wanted me to fuck you against a wall.” Wonho reminded him with a pointed thrust that made his lover’s eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as he found his bearings again.
“Yes, a wall, you big idiot. I told you I wanted you to fuck me against a wall, not a window!” Hyungwon snapped.
“It’s not my fault you have a fancy goddamn apartment where more than half the walls are windows.” Wonho huffed, grinding into him harder still. “Now quit being bratty, you’re ruining the mood.”
“Let’s not pretend that even matters.” Hyungwon jibed. “I could be rambling about the weather and it wouldn’t stop you from fucking me senseless.”
“You’re the worst.” Wonho grunted.
“Yeah, but I’m yours.” Hyungwon quipped.
“Mm, that’s fucking right you are.” Wonho murmured sweetly against Hyungwon’s neck, all the fight bleeding out of him.
When he sucked a little mark into that space just beneath Hyungwon’s ear, he, too, went lax, all the tension leaving him in a single breath. He shivered, his toes curling when Wonho rolled his hips again. “Nnh—harder, baby… wanna feel it later…”
“What happened to not breaking the window, love?” Wonho asked in a teasing tone, his next thrust forceful enough to make the glass warble.
Hyungwon’s head fell back in time with a filthy little groan, his breath catching when Wonho did it again. “Then forget the wall, just—god, just fuck me!”
That was all Wonho needed. He gave a victorious little grunt before pulling Hyungwon away from the wall, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him up, hands firmly upon that perky little ass he loved so much. He didn’t have to hold back, then, and his pace showed for it: within seconds, Hyungwon was a whining, whimpering mess in his arms. Thin fingers scrabbled at Wonho’s back, nails raking harmlessly over his shoulder blades.
“F-fuck, Wonho, baby, m’gonna come…” Hyungwon hissed, gripping desperately at Wonho’s shoulders, his arms, his hair… anything he could reach.
“Let me see it, love.” Wonho murmured, nipping at Hyungwon’s throat as he rutted up into him, harder and harder still.
For a moment, everything went blessedly tight: Hyungwon’s grip on his hair and shoulder, those legs squeezing around his waist, even the way Hyungwon’s body held his cock… and then, Hyungwon was shaking, trembling and crying out as he came, making a mess between them. Wonho really didn’t care… it was their day off, they could use the rest of the day to shower if they wanted to. Now that was an idea…
For the time being, Wonho settled for moving Hyungwon to the edge of the bed, letting him lie out while he continued fucking him slow and oh so sweet. Wonho wasn’t even close… he felt as thought he could go for hours if he really wanted to, and all he wanted now was to watch his lover come again. Hyungwon was all but boneless beneath him, letting out soft little mewls on every thrust and looking up at Wonho as though he were some gift from the gods.
Wonho fucked him until he came twice more, until he was all but screaming and begging for Wonho to come himself, until his voice had gone hoarse with it, until no more words could even come. Only then did Wonho finally come, kissing sweet words and ‘I love yous’ into his lover’s skin.
A long shower they did not manage, but after rinsing off, the two did spend most of the rest of the day in the bath. They enjoyed the piping hot water until Hyungwon dozed off on Wonho’s chest as his fingers traced lovingly up and down those long limbs like a soothing lullaby.
***
They managed to make it two more days before being called into the Association. It was, thankfully, not for any kind of disaster. The council was merely showing the fruits of their labor over the last six months: the headquarters had been retrofitted to utilize the power of the energy core of the alien ship. The technology was a stepping stone for greater things, potentially an unlimited power source for the entire city, maybe even the whole country.
Shownu, upon seeing it, had crossed his arms, the left gleaming chrome under the lights. They hadn’t been able to save his arm after the catastrophic blow from Merciless, but they’d managed to replace it with a high-tech prosthetic that functioned even better than the real one. He unfortunately wasn’t able to channel his portals with that arm, but he’d spent plenty of time training how to use it as though it were his own.
“And you’re sure it isn’t dangerous?” He asked, frowning.
“We’ve spent six months running tests on its stability. No expense was spared while we conducted our research. We’ll leave it to power only HQ for now, and after a few months of testing, we plan to begin outfitting the city with a new power grid.” The councilman explained.
It was… wishful thinking, in some sense, and Wonho could understand why the others might be hesitant. However, he knew just what kind of power that core held. He hadn’t needed to take energy from Hyungwon since that fateful day, hadn’t become fatigued or winded at all since taking the power from that core into his body. He still did siphon energy from Hyungwon, but it was for Hyungwon’s comfort. He had not needed it at all.
“As long as the safety protocols are followed, I don’t think there will be an issue.” Kihyun assured, placing a soft kiss to the curve of Shownu’s mechanical shoulder. It was no secret that he felt immense guilt over being the cause of the missing limb, but he had accepted it as part of Shownu just as he accepted the rest of him.
“This is the dawn of a new age, heroes.” The councilman intoned, clapping Wonho on the back as he passed. “What could have obliterated our world will now be the catalyst for making it a better place.”
They all wanted to believe that… they really, truly did.
The harmonious mood shifted suddenly, however, when the massive alarms overhead began blaring. Over the speakers, a threat was announced… quite severe, as apparently most of downtown was already in chaos.
“I’ll go.” Wonho said, rolling his shoulders and taking a step toward the door.
“We’ll all go.” Hyungwon replied, giving him a chiding—yet fond—grin, before rushing out of HQ.
Wonho couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he followed, the rest of the team hot on their trail. It may not have been the uncomplicated, glory-laden life he had been so disillusioned as to imagine… but it was a dream realized nonetheless. He’d found camaraderie and friendship. He'd found love. But above all, he’d found purpose. He'd achieved the one thing he had worked his whole life for. He'd become that which he'd fought so hard for…
A hero.
Fin