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"Great. Just great," Professor Chaos huffs as he gives up on trying to jiggle the handle of the door in front of him. "It's definitely locked," he announces resignedly with a sigh. "And not the kind you can pick either," he adds in a grumble as he crosses his arms and sits down defeatedly on the floor behind him with his back against the wall. Currently locked inside a dark room with seemingly no way out and no idea who, or what, had caught and trapped him in here, he was feeling completely and utterly defeated. It was an embarrassing situation to be in, to be honest. He was a dastardly supervillain, if anything he was the one who should be doing the capturing! And instead, here he was, kidnapped like a helpless child. Beside him, someone pounds on the door.
"Hey! Let us out of here!" He yells, in a deep and gravelly voice that makes Professor Chaos want to roll his eyes just at the sound of it, so obviously over-the-top and fake.
"It's not gonna work, you know. You really think they locked us in here but will show a little mercy because you yelled too loud?" he scoffs. The man doesn't even grant him a response, continuing to bang on the door with the side of his fist.
"Who are you! What the hell do you want with us!" He tries again, and Professor Chaos actually does roll his eyes this time.
"You're stupider than I thought," he adds, and the other turns around and glares at him. But he stops knocking, seeming to realize it was fruitless. Clad in purple with a hood and mask covering his face and a matching purple cape that trailed behind him and bunched up as he sat down next to Professor Chaos, grumbling and crossing his arms, it's Mysterion, his arch nemesis. They had actually been fighting right before this, to the surprise of no one- the two of them were out in the street, locked in intense battle as the sun was setting, when suddenly everything went black as he let out a muffled cry of confusion, and next thing he knew he was slung over someone's shoulder and then thrown into a pitch black room once whatever was thrown over his head was ripped off, only hearing the sound of a door closing and locking. Professor Chaos made a small spark between his fingers because it was all he could manage for some reason, making a low amount of light to illuminate the room and realize Mysterion was there too, both of them hurrying to look for a way out. But the door was evidently sealed shut and the room was surprisingly huge, but empty, with white walls and a carpeted floor and no windows to accompany it.
"Shut up. And I'm pretty sure it's 'more stupid,'" Mysterion replied, again in his dumb, grumbly, wannabe-Batman voice, in Professor Chaos' opinion. Though, there was probably nothing about the hero that wasn't dumb in his eyes.
"Of course I have to be stuck in here with you," Professor Chaos sneers, and Mysterion drops his crossed arms and instead balls his gloved hand into a fist while he grits his teeth, and Professor Chaos smirks a little seeing how his comments are getting to him.
"Like you're any better?" Mysterion scoffs. "You're like, the worst person to be trapped anywhere with," he shoots back, and then grumbles some more. "It looks like a regular ass room. How are they able to stifle our powers this much?" He turns to Professor Chaos irritated as if he has the answer, who puts his hands up defensively.
"How should I know?" he replies, and Mysterion looks down at his hand.
"I can't summon my shadows... otherwise I would've broken this damn door down by now," he mutters annoyed. "And you can't even get more than a spark- but that's probably normal for you, actually," he says with a cocky smirk that has Professor Chaos being the one to clench his fist, and makes him just want to egg the other on more. If there was anything he could admit Mysterion was good at, it was getting him aggravated.
"It's probably your fault we're in here anyway," Professor Chaos says sassily and Mysterion narrows his eyes.
"I would love to see how you came to that conclusion," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You're the hero- villains don't get captured," Professor Chaos scoffs, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, both of them crossing their arms again and leaning back against the wall. "They probably wanted you, and because you just had to foil my plans and fight me tonight they took me too to get rid of bystanders," he sighs, and Mysterion looks at him in angry confusion.
"Excuse me? You were the one who showed up while I was on patrol and demanded we fight," he argues, leaning angrily towards Professor Chaos, who scoffs.
"What? Yeah right. Sorry your delusions of thinking I'm obsessed with you are twisting your memory of the event," he smirks, while Mysterion growls in response, and maybe if the room had been lighter and he'd been leaning a little closer the villain would've been able to see a blush under his mask. "Maybe if you weren't so caught up with the mysterious nonsense you wouldn't have such a target on your back for your identity," he huffs, and Mysterion's mouth opens as he sputters in anger and disbelief. And yet again, Professor Chaos has to resist the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips, nothing short of delighted at the way Mysterion is near seething now.
"Oh, you mean protect my city and remain anonymous? My literal job as a hero in order to remain a symbol for justice? Forgive me for not wanting the place to fall into the hands of the likes of you!" he snaps back, and Professor Chaos gives an offended scoff.
"Uh, excuse you, the town would be wonderful under the likes of me!" he grins, and he can tell by the way Mysterion's fingers pull at the fabric of his sleeves just how badly he's getting under his skin, and once again just makes him want to do it more. "This place could use some improvements and I think I could instill them excellently," he adds, his smile sinister and his eyes closed confidently.
"You are the most insufferable villain I have ever had to deal with," Mysterion spits, his words icy sharp with hostility, and Professor Chaos' smirk falls instantly.
"And you're the most insufferable hero I've ever had to face!" he says right back, starting to get just as mad. "No heroes I've fought before have been stupid enough to get us kidnapped," he huffs, and once he says that line Mysterion is fuming.
"Oh, yeah, of course- you, with all the horrible schemes you've come up with- that all fail, by the way!" He starts, and Professor Chaos opens his mouth sputtering in surprise, "I can't think of a single time you've succeeded in one of your plans, like, literally ever- couldn't have any fault in this, could it? No, it's my 'mysterious nature' that has the target on me- insane argument when you literally hide your identity too, by the way,- not the fact you literally commit crimes for a living, or anything, and could have someone wanting revenge for being a pawn in your plans, or something," he yells, his arms out to the side angrily. "it's definitely not your complete lack of competence in anything you try to do that could've possibly gotten us in here at all!" he says in sarcasm, and Professor Chaos is the one growling and balling his hands into fists now.
"Oh, screw you!" he yells back simply, with an annoyed eye roll, and maybe he was just extra irritable from not getting to finish their fight before but as Mysterion says it angrily in return while they finally get too lost in the intensity of the squabble to say any real arguments, devolving into playground insults and raised voices Professor Chaos lunges forward with a punch that hits Mysterion square in his jaw. The hero reels back, putting his hand to the place he was hit and after a moment of reflecting on what just happened he looks up at Professor Chaos with a pure rage in his eyes that makes his stomach drop in a twisted mix of fear and excitement. Mysterion pounces forward, sending a punch right back that Professor Chaos manages to dodge, but he follows it up with a sweep of his leg that sends him landing to the floor on his backside unceremoniously and actually, Professor Chaos doesn't even remember when they stood up and started yelling in each other's faces as opposed to sitting together on the ground. He quickly stands back up and dusts himself off with the little time he has before Mysterion is right there again, aiming another punch at him he narrowly ducks under and returns with a kick to his stomach, and he grins in triumph when it lands and Mysterion skids backwards a bit. The fight they launch into has Professor Chaos smirking, and as they fall into a rhythm of dodging and throwing blows at each other he realizes it's an exhilarating familiarity, calming in the unfamiliar scenery in their own strange way. One look at Mysterion tells him he has the same thought on his mind, smirking right back as he runs up and punches Professor Chaos in the stomach, making him bend over forwards and clutch it as the wind is knocked out of him. He glares in response, stumbling for his balance and kicking his leg in return, making Mysterion fall over but he claws at Professor Chaos' cape and takes him with him, both of them continuing the fight on the ground.
The vigilante throws another punch, hitting Professor Chaos in his nose making blood trickle down his face but he throws one in return at his jaw again with the same result, blood spilling slowly from the side of his mouth and as he looks back at Professor Chaos, sweaty and bruised and bleeding there's a part of him that thinks Mysterion looks his best like this. They lean forward, Mysterion's fists balled and Professor Chaos holding on to them trying to stop them from connecting with him, both of them gritting their teeth and growling at the other as they push forward against their rival's strength and try to be the one who'll topple the other. Instead, they tumble into a somersault, and there's nothing in the big, empty room to stop them from tumbling forward as they kick and punch and scratch at each other. Finally, Mysterion manages to get the upper hand, leaning upwards while struggling out of the scrimmage and he pins Professor Chaos to the floor by his wrists. He leans over him and Professor Chaos feels his stomach drop again, because there's a crazed look in Mysterion's eyes of anger, intensity, and excitement as he looks down at him and narrows his eyes, panting heavily and gritting his teeth, adrenaline coursing through both of them from the fight. Professor Chaos feels his face heat up and he turns his head away, unable to meet his gaze while grumbling, because he knows when he's defeated. And then it drains from Mysterion's eyes completely, whatever it was, as he exhales and lets go of his wrists.
"God..." Mysterion huffs breathlessly and annoyed, as he sits up and leans his back against the wall. Professor Chaos lays there for just a second more, catching his breath regaining his strength from the fight and most of all, trying to process whatever it was he was feeling right now. He sits up too, though, leaning against the wall as well with his knees to his chest wiping the blood from his nose on the knees of his pants with a sniffle. There's an awkward silence left behind, with the two of them breathing heavily and an unresolved tension still hanging in the air even though the fight was over. He sees Mysterion inspect the knuckles of his gloves out of the corner of his eye and hold the hem of his cape noting a tear in it, and grumbling while looking at it. Professor Chaos can hear his heart pounding and blood rushing in his ears and his ragged breathing as he sits next to Mysterion and reflects on the fight in the silence. He thinks about the thrill of the battle, how there's probably nothing in the world that can get the exhilaration him against Mysterion brings. He thinks about the way he feels now, panting and running a hand through his hair, thinks about the way the hero next to him is too with his expression still cold and menacing with his heavy breathing the only thing breaking the silence in a way that makes Professor Chaos' heart beat a little faster, and most of all, he thinks about that look in Mysterion's eyes when he was winning, about the air to him while he narrowed his eyes at Professor Chaos and the shudders it sent through him. He thinks about how he wants to see it again.
"You wanna make out?" he suddenly breaks the silence. As soon as he says it, he can audibly hear the way Mysterion's breath stops for a moment in the quiet. He can feel the way the tension in the room increases tenfold, thick enough you could it with a knife or perhaps more accurately, thick enough if you tried it wouldn't even puncture from the world's strongest. Professor Chaos' own cheeks heat up even more as he realizes maybe he should've put a little more thought into asking that out loud but at the same time, he wasn't one to back down from anything.
At first, Mysterion doesn't reply, staring at him with his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed in an expression that could only be described as disbelief, with a hint of something else in it he can't quite decipher because the emotion itself looked conflicted, and for a moment Professor Chaos feels his heart pound with unease and uncertainty because he really had no idea what Mysterion was going to say here. But that exhilaration was his favorite part, wasn't it? And still, despite the glare he was giving him Mysterion's hand comes down, flat on the ground as he shifts his weight to lean over it towards Professor Chaos, his other hand up and hanging limply by his chest in hesitation.
"You're fucking crazy," Mysterion mumbles, but Professor Chaos looks up with his mouth feeling dry and his face a deep red to see him leaning even further towards him after his indecisiveness clears, his own blush heavy and obvious even in the dark, and with a small grin spreading across his face, Professor Chaos leans in too.
The moment his lips crash with Mysterion's he feels like anything and everything around him happening doesn't matter anymore. The worries in the back of his mind about wherever they were, about whoever put them there, about if they would ever get out- they all melted away in seconds as the hero jammed his tongue forcefully in his mouth and Professor Chaos retaliated by meeting it with his own. A metallic tang of the blood from the fight hit him accompanied with an unfamiliar taste he could only describe as perfectly Mysterion, deep and rich and intoxicating and only making him want to drink in more of him. Although they'd originally been leaning over their hands to the side they almost instantly change that position, Mysterion's hands grabbing for his sides and Professor Chaos bringing one to the back of his neck and the other to his hip, an uncontrollable sound emitting from him as he's pushed up against the wall more and Mysterion's nearly climbing onto him with how forcefully and near desperately he presses his lips against his.
Rather than some kind of graceful exchange of their tongues meeting and dancing and exploring, it was a battle from the start, both of them pushing for dominance against the other. It's everything Professor Chaos had been chasing, the exhilaration and arousal running through him in chills, the intensity they'd always share in their fights finding a new home and if you asked him, he likes it this way even more than a battle. But it was when they pull away for a split second for air and he catches a glimpse of Mysterion right up in his face, breathing heavily with his face drained of color and his cheeks pink, a thin trail of saliva keeping them connected and his face still a rough disaster from their squabble with blood on the side of his mouth and his hair matted to his forehead with sweat from the intensity and passion of the kiss he couldn't help but need more of him and as much as he could get.
The hand on the back of his neck pulls him in quickly like he can't stand another second apart, going immediately back into the kiss and pushing himself forwards to try and not be the one shoved up against the wall, the way Mysterion moans into his mouth making his whole body heat up. But in response the hero's grip on his sides move, to be holding them under his shirt and tighter than before as he presses Professor Chaos back down with the weight of his body and when he pulls away for another quick breath Professor Chaos can't help but moan softly and lean back with him, because the look he gives him is exactly the one he's been trying to see again, nearly angry with his desire for dominance and powerful enough to make him feel like he could melt into a puddle in his hands right now. When Mysterion goes back in this time he takes pretty much complete control of the kiss, and if his mouth wasn't occupied Professor Chaos would've grumbled or huffed. Now, he's just making soft moans of sheer pleasure equal to Mysterion. The hero starts to pull away but almost immediately after comes back in to continue the short kiss for a moment more, and then again, and then again, and Professor Chaos welcomes it every time because the way Mysterion seems like he absolutely can't get enough of him is driving him wild. He's got a similar crazed desire anyway, his fist scrunching up the fabric of his hood that he's holding as he tries to keep him there with a similar obsession, but finally Mysterion lets his mouth trail off to the side of Professor Chaos', small kisses along it and his jaw until he reaches his neck.
His hands are rubbing up and along his sides while his face buries into his shoulder and kisses and sucks at his neck and Professor Chaos feels like his vision is spinning, dizzy with pleasure and desire and mewling in delight with each one. He tilts his head to the side gladly, shifting his hand down so they're both holding his hips now and trying to pull Mysterion even closer. By no means are the kisses to his skin soft and loving- they're nearly just as forceful as the one to his lips was, leaving marks and bruises in his wake that just make Professor Chaos' face heat up even further. He bites into his skin like a predator trying to tear into the flesh of it's prey, possessive and more of his desire to overpower him the same as when they fight, and Professor Chaos shivers at the sensation, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure. His hands on Mysterion's hips pull him in more, buck his own upwards so they grind against each other and the way his rival moans against his skin when he does makes him go crazy even more than the feeling of pressing against him through his pants.
"Mysterion," he gasps out, breathless and needy and his name rolls off his tongue like this was always how he was meant to say it. When Mysterion grunts against him, his mouth trailed up to the middle of his neck by now leaving more marks against and moans hot against his skin right back Professor Chaos feels like he might lose his mind, this time the moving of his hips involuntary as he grinds against him. Mysterion responds in kind, his own hips driving into Professor Chaos and the villain is straining painfully against his boxers now, feeling like he could cry if he doesn't get out of them soon. Mysterion suddenly pulls away, backing down from where he had himself pressed completely against Chaos and the other let out a little whine at the lack of him. He wasn't expecting Mysterion to stand up, panting as he looked up at him in confusion and he wasn't expecting Mysterion to stare down at him the way he did either, his look sharp and unfriendly in just the way to make Professor Chaos' heart race. And what he really wasn't expecting was for Mysterion to grab him by the collar of his cape as he did stand, lifting him up near effortlessly immediately reminding Professor Chaos of his strength that came with superhero training. His face goes a deep red, a little noise of surprise and a groan when he feels his back slammed against the wall.
“Ow,” he grumbles, gritting his teeth at him as his arms go out to the side in defense, glaring at him even though it didn’t really hurt that much and in fact the gesture has his heart racing and tingles going up his spine of excitement. He doesn’t let Mysterion say a reply, moving his hands instead around his neck and kissing him again while this time being the one to shove his tongue into Mysterion’s mouth, still not willing entirely to let him take over like this. He hears the hero moan softly into the kiss and Professor Chaos knows he’d grin if he could, pushing himself forwards a little trying to get his back off the wall but Mysterion’s hand is still holding him by the front of his cape, and he quickly shoves Chaos back a lot more forcefully this time, the slight hiss he lets out as they break the kiss from it genuine unlike before.
“Just give it up,” Mysterion growls into his ear as he parts from him, and Professor Chaos has to resist the urge to moan at the way his voice sounds alone.
“No,” Professor Chaos replies, confident and cocky with a smirk and he realizes, then, that he wants to see Mysterion get angry with him more, wants to make him feel like getting what he wants is more of a challenge instead of caving into the reality Professor Chaos wants him too, wants to see him filled with his familiar hatred far too strong not to have any love underneath it as he drains the fury with him like the do in their fights and wants to watch the line between their battles and now blur until neither of them are sure there’s any difference between the two. Mysterion immediately huffs and he knows it’s working. Instead of a punch he attacks with his lips, scattering kisses roughly against his skin and Professor Chaos is sent backwards from the force of the blows in the form of tilting his head to the side with a whine.
“Yeah? Then I’ll make you,” he snarls, and Professor Chaos feels his pants just get even tighter at the tone, his breath coming out in a heavy pant as Mysterion’s teeth biting harshly on his neck again make him moan and hiss.
“I’d like to see you try,” the villain growls right back with as much of a grin as he can manage when he regains his composure, with the same level of animosity even if his words are breathless. But he can feel the forcefulness and anger and desire in Mysterion’s movements now and it’s everything he was hoping for. His nemesis’ hands drop his cape and grab his body, spin him around near effortlessly as if his strength to do that alone wasn’t again having Professor Chaos feel weak in the knees and push his face and chest against the wall so Mysterion is behind him now, leaning over his shoulder to speak into his ear. He keeps one hand on his hip, the other up to his cheeks, both in a strong grip to hold his head pressed against the wall and his ass towards Mysterion.
“There won’t be any trying,” he spits back, his voice raspy and low, “You’ll give in.” Professor Chaos lets a whiny moan fall from him as Mysterion speaks, the words making him feel like he could fall over with how badly he wanted him right now, how badly he needed exactly that.
“I’ll only give in when you force me to,” he instead replies with a gulp, through clenched teeth and his whole body feels like it’s trembling with need as Mysterion forcefully lifts Professor Chaos’ shirt up a bit so he can see his lower back, yanking his pants down immediately after and his underwear along with them in one motion and with how hard he was it feels like actual relief to break free of them, like a big breath resurfacing from being stuck underwater and near drowning in desire. He looks over his shoulder as best he can with his face pressed against the wall to see Mysterion with that crazed look in his eyes again and it’s everything he wanted to see, moaning again a little at the anticipation of Mysterion’s next move.
“I’ll gladly force you,” Mysterion snarls and Professor Chaos feels his face heat up more, his dick immediately twitching with arousal and he looks down to see with embarrassment how he was already leaking precum from all the teasing and Mysterion hand around his hip comes off it and forwards for a minute to wipe it slowly off with his thumb, and holy fuck, Professor Chaos is gasping and sputtering and shuddering at the stimulation to such a sensitive spot while Mysterion smirks. He pulls his hand away though, brings it to his own belt and starts hurriedly undoing it, his movements frantic and hungry in a way that makes Professor Chaos want to whimper at the notion of how eager he is. He has it off in seconds, not even bothering to pull it off completely but just letting it hang there undone in his haste as he gets his own tights off, and despite his disgrace and quiet curse as he rushes to slide them down it could rival a strip tease to Professor Chaos at the moment. He watches him reach into the utility belt he has on them before he fully pulls his pants and underwear down, grabbing a small bottle from it Professor Chaos quickly realizes is lube and rolls his eyes.
“Of course you have that on you,” he scoffs, as Mysterion tears his glove off with his mouth in a way that was far hotter than it should’ve been while he poured some on his hand. Instead of a verbal reply, Mysterion’s counter argument comes in the form of glaring at him and shoving three fingers in without a single word of warning, Professor Chaos yelping in surprise and letting the sound devolve into a babbled moan. He feels like he might fall over with his hands out against the wall, the cold feeling of the lubrication making him dizzy and the pain yet pleasure of Mysterion’s rough attempt to stretching out making his face burn with arousal and him squirm into the touch, breathing raggedly and desperately. His fingers twisted and his knuckles curled and all of it was completely overwhelming in a way that had Chaos with his eyes shut and his nipples hard enough under his shirt he could feel them, silently wishing Mysterion would reach under it from around him and give him attention instead of holding him against the wall. Silently because he couldn’t make much of any requests right now, not with the insane sudden feeling of fullness he was still trying to process as Mysterion pumped his fingers in and out of him with skill and his breathing, hot and heavy against Professor Chaos’ ear as he leaned over his shoulder was turning him on in a way he couldn’t even describe as he felt the heat in the room getting to him, thinking if this was how he felt now he might not survive the rest.
“Beg for me,” Mysterion grumbles, like he’s annoyed with Professor Chaos at this point and his only thought about that is 'if he is, then good.' He smirks as he rolls his eyes even despite the strangled moan that leaves him.
“In your dreams,” he says back hoarsely, like he’s barely able to get the sound out with the way he was still losing his mind at Mysterion fingering him like that, fast and rough as everything else had been tonight as if he was intending for him to cum like this rather than just prepare him. But clearly, that couldn’t have been the intent, not with the way just as quickly as he started he yanked them out, stroking his cock with the remainder of the lube long and slow and when he’d decided there was enough, he just presses it right up against Professor Chaos without actually pushing himself in, waiting there for him.
“What was that?” Mysterion asks, with a smirk and Professor Chaos growls.
“I hate you,” he grumbles, and Mysterion just let out one of his annoyingly attractive sounding chuckles while he decides he’ll let it slide. His hand goes back on Professor Chaos’ hip, the other finally dropping his cheeks and Professor Chaos is almost grateful for the release. But he’s too busy buckling his knees and tossing his head back the moment he’s able to, moaning loudly and feeling his thought process nearly stop with the way he feels to have Mysterion shoving himself inside. Surprisingly, he’s considerate, slowly pushing himself in but the more Professor Chaos thinks about it, the more he’s probably just doing it to tease him, because his cock feels like it’s absolutely throbbing at this point with how badly he needs any kind of stimulation and with the way he’s arching his back at the feeling Mysterion must know how desperately he wants him to start already. Finally, finally, he bottoms out, and pauses again for a second, confirming Professor Chaos’ theory. Yet, just as he opens his mouth to speak and snarl at him to get on with it Mysterion pulls another move.
His hand reaches for his neck, wrapping tightly around it and cutting off his airflow as Professor Chaos lets out a small gasp, as much as he can before he can’t really do much of any kind of breathing anymore aside from shallow inhales and at the same time Mysterion start’s thrusting, rough and short and he’s absolutely gone. If his brain had felt like it was turning off before, it absolutely was now, not a single thought left for him to produce other than how utterly in bliss he felt. Mysterion, fast and hard with his thrusts nearly pulling all the way out of him before slamming back in, or even if he wasn’t it felt like it to Chaos right now, had him in a complete trance, the only sound he could produce being whiny, choked moans of pure pleasure. The hero’s hand on his hip dug in harder, his nails prodding at his skin fiercely and Professor Chaos whimpers in pain, his head tilting back even more because the sensation is nothing but arousal and this moment right now was exactly what he’d been chasing. Every movement of Mysterion’s hips felt like it was furious, like it was trying to channel all of his annoyance and frustration from before into his thrusts and show Professor Chaos exactly what he deserved for his stubbornness, and god Professor Chaos couldn’t agree more. If he was able to get more words out, he honestly might have verbally said it if Mysterion asked him to, moaned and whined about how perfect he was to just be his outlet for all his anger and used until he felt calm again, how it was all he really wanted to be right now.
Mysterion digs his teeth into Chaos’ shoulder as he stands behind him and the villain wants to scream at this point, all the sensations he’s feeling completely overwhelming him. His name was just about the only thought running through Professor Chaos’ head, not even coherent ones about him but the sound and how badly he wanted to moan it, some kind of grunt coming out instead with his lack of oxygen. And fuck, the lack of oxygen was probably his favorite part yet. It hurt like hell, the grip around his neck- Mysterion wasn’t careful in the slightest and Professor Chaos didn’t want him to be. He knew already there would be a bruised mark by the end of it and adding to the collection of hickeys from earlier it just felt like more proof of Mysterion’s ‘victory’ over him right now. The way not getting any air in made him literally dizzy instead of just dizzy with pleasure heightened all of his other senses, extra aware of how it felt right now to have his rival digging his nails so sharply into his side he was starting to wonder if Mysterion would draw blood, how insanely full he felt with Mysterion inside him as he kept thrusting, his blood roaring in his ears and his stomach burning with his ever-building orgasm. Although Mysterion was the one fucking him, it was more like Professor Chaos was doing the work with how Mysterion kept pulling and pushing his hips with the thrusts and with what little sense he could muster he moved with the motions too to feel more of him. And then, with more particularly powerful strokes Mysterion slams right against his prostate as he finds the right spot and Professor Chaos nearly falls over, his vision almost blackening as the pleasure combines with the lack of air, arms feeling weak and barely able to support himself against the wall and with his shaking legs he’s pretty sure the way Mysterion is still holding him painfully tight is the only way he’s still standing.
“Say it,” Mysterion suddenly says before he goes back to kissing and biting the space between his neck and shoulder, and Professor Chaos really does feel even more like he could collapse as he whispers the demand into his ear in a raspy voice, his whole face flushing and his body feeling warm. He realizes he’s talking about his request for him to beg earlier only because Mysterion loosens the grip on his neck a bit so he could theoretically respond and it gives him enough oxygen to think, but all Professor Chaos can do is moan, whiny and needy with it.
“Mysterion,” he moans loudly, nearly yells, because couldn’t not say his name at this point with how he was taking over all of his senses. Pleasure crashes over him in waves like a stormy ocean rather than a calming beach, pulling him completely under while his legs tremble more and he moans louder with each thrust and he’s so desperately close, obviously to Mysterion. The hero smirks, then, and all too suddenly just... stops.
He takes his hand off of Chaos’ neck completely, halts his hips and his teeth come free from his neck. His hand that was digging into his side now hands loosely at the villain’s hips while he stands there, watching as Professor Chaos’ stimulation is drained from him completely, his cock twitching again in a desperate begging of it’s own for the pleasure to return. He gasps and sputters for breath as he feels the full of his ability to breath back, deeply and trying to make up for the way he was almost passing out if Mysterion had cared just slightly less, but after a second of processing Mysterion’s everything has stopped his eyes widen. “Wh.. what-? N-no...” he whines weakly, desperately wanting the pleasure and roughness and pain and everything in between back.
“Fucking. Say it.” Mysterion growls, and Professor Chaos gasps, loud and crossed with another whine. “Say it, or we can sit here all day,” he whispers. And as he speaks, his nails are back on Professor Chaos’ hip, trailing lightly up and down leaving goosebumps in his wake and feeling like a torturing sensation at the moment rather than anything soothing, a teasing reminder of exactly what he’s missing out on.
“Fuck!” Professor Chaos cries out, not even able to resist if he wanted to, and any bratty facade he had at the start was utterly drained from him the moment his pleasure was too. “Ohh m- f- Mysterion, please,” he gasps, and he can hear the hero’s breath hitch in his throat and even with his eyes closed in pure need he knows a smirk is spreading across his face. “Nn- Mysterion- o-oh geez, Mysterion, please I-I need you so bad- please just, just fuck me again,” he groans, his cheeks burning with embarrassment but at the same time far too desperate for him to care in the slightest, and Mysterion’s hand comes back around his neck but without squeezing it yet like a ghost of what’s to come, to make Professor Chaos jolt upright a little and breathe faster.
“There now, was that really so hard?” Mysterion purrs, and his voice is smooth and silky in Professor Chaos’ ears to just make him groan. And then finally, Mysterion tightens his grip, Professor Chaos making out a choked noise as his hips start up just as fast as when they had stopped as if there was never even a pause, immediately pulling him back into the pleasure. Mysterion gives a little moan of his own enjoyment and Professor Chaos’ can’t help but squeeze himself around him, giving what little of a sound he could as he feels completely hazy with pleasure and pain again in exactly the right way. Mysterion is less angry with his thrusts but still just as rough, this time cocky instead. And it still does hold the familiarity of their fights, Mysterion standing over him with his foot on his chest and his face bloody and bruised and panting feeling like the exact same effect as Mysterion now, behind him and panting into his ear as his lips latch onto his neck for probably the hundredth time that night.
With how close Professor Chaos was before, it’s practically only seconds before he’s there again. Mysterion knowing exactly where the right place to hit is now only speeds that up, Professor Chaos can feel his muscles in his lower stomach tightening and his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the pleasure builds to a peak, choking out a garbled sound as he tries to moan Mysterion's name and bucks his hips forwards, the wall in front of him painted white and his dick literally throbbing more as he finally gets to cum. Mysterion follows only seconds after, the way he groans into Professor Chaos’ ear as he does making him shiver in delight and the feeling of Mysterion, shoving inside and stopping his thrusts entirely as he just holds him there and finishes into him makes him whimper, the hand around his neck dropped as Mysterion focuses his attention on cumming instead, Professor Chaos not able to blame him in the slightest. His fingers shake as they press flat against the wall and his eyes close, trying to let the world come back into focus as Mysterion pulls himself out of him and leans his shoulder onto the wall with a heavy breath, equally exhausted, and gives him a little smirk. Professor Chaos rolls his eyes, but turns and leans his shoulder against the wall too to face him.
“Happy now?” He asks with a little grumble, breathless and blushing hard and Mysterion just grins.
“Mm, not really. But I think we’ve got time to kill to fix that,” he replies, and as he tilts Professor Chaos’ chin up to him the other just shakes his head and rolls his eyes, leaning to make out with him again. He was always the type to at least try and challenge Mysterion to another fight after he lost anyway.