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Super Villain Boyfriend: Maestro Swan (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-07-16 20:00:02 +0000 UTCWhen you were a kid, you had joined a small team of others around your age. It was part of a hero program in the works, this was before Hepheastus made the Academy, and it was a rough time to say the least. You and your group all had special abilities and were tasked with certain missions. You had an ability, passed down for generations, that allowed you to create moveable channels with electric currents. You had also mastered a way of slipping into phone lines and even lines of internet and television, but it took a lot of effort. As a kid you were known as Plug-In. Now you’re known for your small cake-making business.
Ages ago you had wanted to be a superhero, but over time you grew resentful of your work. As a kid you had been through so many dangerous things and seen your friends get hurt. It didn’t help things when you discovered the program was essentially a cost cutting measure for a now defunct insurance business.
However, your little sister Tabitha has recently shown interest in the business. She has the family power and she is able to use your phone and internet channeling powers in a way you never could. She’s been attending Hephaestus Academy while working at your bakery over the weekends.
She’d been on a supervised mission for the last couple of weeks, and while you’re worried, you know she’s in good hands. Well, you thought as much, until you were called into the school for an emergency meeting.
“We’ve gone over every single report,” Hephaestus tells you. “But the only thing we’ve been able to find is this.” He hands over an evidence folder. Inside there are some strange images as well as records from your sister’s tracking beacon. You also see a familiar calling card from an old enemy. It’s a metal feather, the edges sharpened to a fine blade.
You don’t touch the metal feather, just look at it. “I thought Maestro Swan was dead,” you say with a creased brow. You grimace even further. “I thought I-”
“A lot of things are coming to the surface,” Hepheastus replies. “Apparently, Maestro Swan is still very much alive, and he has taken your sister hostage.”
You clench your fingers tight onto your knees as your shoulders start to shake. You breathe in raggedly and nod your head.
“We need your help to find her, we need your abilities, but there is nothing to worry about we’ll get her back.”
You nod. “I know. It’s not just that.” You cup your hand over your mouth. “All these years and I thought I killed him! I thought I had-” You sob with relief. “I thought it was all my fault!”
Hephaestus sighs and hands you a box of tissues. “I understand. But if your sister is with him, then you’re the only one who can access his whereabouts.”
“It’s been a long time.” You blow your nose into a tissue. “I’m not sure what my powers are capable of anymore. But for my sister I will do anything.”
You’re outfitted and prepared to go into Maestro Swan’s pocket dimension. His powers allow him to create dimensions within the internet. You had discovered him by accident when you were young, uncovering his hidden crime syndicate which used his dimensions to host a black market. Because of your abilities you could cut off his access and disable his powers. The two of you became extremely heated rivals. But there was one incident between the two of you that changed the course of your life forever.
This would be your first time using your powers for well over a decade, but you find the feeling of it comes natural to you. You remember how to pulse it into your arm and concentrate it to your fingertips which allows you to gently nudge open the channel. The whizzing holographic entry is still the same as you remember it. The bright flashing lights, the slight electric tingle on your tongue, it’s all the same, as if you had never left at all.
“Wow,” you exhale the word slowly. Stepping further in, you get the feeling as if you’re standing as a kid again, back when you were Plug-In, back when things felt easy. You take another breath. “I’m here for Tabitha. I had to find her first.”
You seal the entrance behind you, so that if anything happens no one could get in or out. “I’ve made it though,” you report through the comlink. “I’ll be checking locations now an will report back as soon as possible.”
“Stay careful out there, who knows what Swan is hiding.” Heff answers.
You bring up your old browser, a map of saved locations and channels you had created as a kid. The screen hovers before you, showing all the new routes Tabitha has created during her time. Not only her, but there is a new pocket along one of the routes, quite possibly Maestro Swan’s new hideout.
“If he went along one of her routes,” you murmur to yourself. “Then that means she could have stumbled upon him by accident.” You close the browser window and open up the route.
Your sister’s routes are much cleaner and more organized than your own. She places them on grids, making them easier to access, as well as navigate. One you step inside, you suddenly plummet. The shock of a sudden fall takes your senses away for the moment. You flop and flounder in midair, trying to catch onto something. You whip and whirl within the holographic air until you become suspended above the ground, as if caught by invisible wires.
You grunt loudly with the sudden catch, dangling and swaying until your locked into place by the invisible cords.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I have another visitor.” The craggy sounding voice is all too familiar, and while you know you should be wary, you can’t help but be relieved to hear it again.
You’re turned upside down as the cords reappear, shimmering to a dull silver as they lower you down. Standing before you is an all too familiar figure that you’re slightly happy to see. He’s tall and gangly with long limbs and a long neck. His chrome head glimmers brightly in the light, while his rose gold face plate is a new addition.
Ages ago, his face plate had been a rather glitchy screen, but this rose gold one added a hint of sophistication. His cape of bladed wings covers his body while he tries to appear menacingly before you.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Swan.” You gasp, waiting for your nerves to catch back up. “I came to get my sister.”
He balks and kneels down to see your face. “No one calls me Mr. Swan. It’s Maestro!”
This old song and dance, funny how you kind of missed it. “I only call you Mister. Maestro is for musicians, not for whatever the heck you are.”
“It can’t be.” He tilts his head to the side. “Plug-In?”
“Who did you think it was?” You’re released from the cords and dropped with a resounding thud onto the ground. “Ow!”
Maestro Swan stands erect again and shakes his head. “But, I thought-”
You sit up on the ground and rub the back of your neck. “Yeah, I’m a little surprised too. How long has it been?”
He shakes his head in disbelief. His head tilts up and down as he looks at you. You must admit, you can’t believe it yourself. All those years racked with guilt, the reason you quit wanting to be a hero. He’s okay. He looks more than okay! He looks amazing.
“I thought you were dead,” his voice breaks.
Your brow pinches even harder, but before you can respond his cords wrap around you and cover your mouth.
“This must be a trap! Just like the last one.” He snaps his fingers and you get dragged along the ground. “Take them and put them with the girl, while I figure out why I’m getting so many of these intruders.”
The cords drag you off and the scenery around you flickers. It blinks and shuts off, then blinks on again as you’re taken to different rooms. You’re then placed into a locked room where the walls hum loudly, like a live wire.
As the cords release you, you’re tackled to the ground. “It’s you! You came!”
You grab hold of Tabitha and hug her tight. “You’re alright!”
She grins at you. “Yeah of course, this weird robot dude hasn’t done anything except keep me here. He keeps calling me a ‘phony reminder.’”
You sigh with relief. “I’m just glad to see you.”
“I’ve been trying to find a way out, but that weirdo has made it impossible. I don’t know if he’s using blockers or some sort of inhibitor.”
“It’s his version of a firewall,” You reply.
You touch the wall and it crackles and pops threateningly until you pull your hand back. “I can get through it just takes time and I’m not used to using my abilities anymore.”
“Tell me what to do,” Tabitha says.
“Well, first we need to-” The walls blink on and off and the room around you disappears. You’re then popped into another room which looks like a Vincent Price fantasy. There’s a long dark room with a table to match in the center. At the back there’s a fireplace with armored knights on either side. Candles flicker on all around you, going all the way up and beyond the confines of the ceiling.
A chair sweeps up behind you and knocks you down into the seat while it whisks you up to the fireplace. Maestro Swan steps out of the digital flames and rises up tall before you. He stands there silently for a while before placing his foot upon the arm of the chair. You both stare back and forth at one another in silence.
You clear your throat, breaking the quiet. “What are you doing?”
Maestro Swan growls. “Who are you?”
“What?” You stare in disbelief at him. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”
He scoffs. “I know I’ve been hiding for a while, but surely the nefarious Maestro Swan has not left the memory of the people so soon.”
You scowl. “Of course, and he deserves to be properly resurrected. If you’re trying to fake him for clout, I think you’d sadly overestimating people. Take off that mask and show yourself for who you really are!”
Swan grumbles something under his breath. “Only one person in this world has seen my face.”
“Yeah, me.” You say tursly.
Swan takes his foot off the arm and stoops down, placing his hands on either arm. “I killed the only person who ever saw me. So I won’t hesitate to do it to an imposter like you.”
“I’m not an imposter! You never killed me. I thought all this time I had killed you!” You slap your hand over the face plate. “After all the time we fought one another, you never came so close as to even wounding me. What makes you think I’d let you kill me?”
“I saw it!” Swan growls. “I saw you, the body.” He grabs your wrist and forces it off his face. “After getting lost in the void with you...I thought-”
Before you retired and gave it all up, you were a hapless twenty-year-old looking to become serious. Your final confrontation with Maestro Swan ended up with both of you becoming lost in the void together. At first it was awful, but as time went on you began to rely heavily on one another.
With no sense of time, and no hope of escape, the two of you grew close. The two of you opened up to one another. In his childhood he had been forced to undergo testing to create the perfect weapon. Meanwhile you were training to do almost the exact same thing. You both had childhoods taken away. You bonded over that, sharing worries and doubts. He comforted you, and you returned it in kind. You became intimate on more than one occasion, as both of you were lonely and looking for closeness. And after trial and error, the two of you found a way to get out of the void. Unfortunately, it resulted in what you had thought had been his death, a tragic error on your end.
“Was it an illusion? Or is this?” He jabs a finger into your face.
You swallow down the lump in your throat. “The face under the visor has dark blue skin with golden scars all over. Your left eye is crystal clear, but your right is sealed shut and covered by more gold. You have two tongues, and your teeth are bright red. Sometimes, when your pulse grows strong, you begin to glow in the dark.”
Swan lowers his hand. “How did you-”
“Swan, it’s me,” you whisper. “I’m not a trick, I’m not dead. I’m alive, same as you.”
“I don’t believe you.” Swan grabs you by the shoulders and picks you up. “Plug-In died in my arms, I held them and saw the life drain from their eyes.” He pushes your head to the side and brushes away the hair to expose your neck. He taps behind your ear where you have a very specific birthmark, probably the reason why you keep your hair long to one side and buzzed on the other.
“It can’t be.”
You take hold of his wrist and look back up into his eyes. It’s been so long, and you’ve carried so much guilt. As he takes off the rose gold face plate, you both grab hold of one another. You kiss him, falling into his arms as he cups your face in his hands.
Swan pulls away quickly, keeping his hands tight around your shoulders. “What happened? Why did we see each other die?”
You both sit down on the ground before the fire, a parallel to the nights you both crowded around an electric fire in the void. After a moment of think, you come to a theory.
“Maybe we both ended up on different sides, which would explain why we haven’t seen each other in all this time. It took us coming here to finally meet back up.” You look up to him as he removes the rest of his helmet. The back of his head is metal with many ports and switches along the dome and down his neck.
“Perhaps,” he whispers. “We must have somehow created duplicates as we escaped the void, sacrifices.” His low whisper fades away as he stares into the flame.
“What have you been doing?” You ask softly.
Swan scoffs. “I was quiet for a while. I was unsure of myself after what we had gone through, after I lost you. I hid myself away, tried to think-” he grumbles. “I eventually decide to go back to what I knew, since I didn’t know anything else.”
“You’re smuggling again?”
“In a sense. The little one I first thought was you caught me, but she wasn’t quite as prepared as you used to be,” he laughs.
“That’s my little sister,” you reply.
“I see,” he murmurs. “And what about you? Still a hero I see.”
You shake your head. “No, just this once, just to save my sister.” You pull your knees up to your chest. “I stopped with the hero work not long after I thought you were dead. I didn’t see a reason for it anymore, I didn’t believe in it.” You scowl as you gaze into the fire. “I opened up a bakery.” Things go quiet again.
Swan clears his throat. “Sorry to hear that, you could have been the best.”
You smirk. “Nah. I think I would’ve gone tired of it regardless.” You lift your head up from your knees. “I like where I am at.”
“That’s good.” Swan stands. “I’ll release you and your sister. Just stay away from this place. I have no use for a nemesis again.”
You jump up as well. “Now wait a minute! You’re going to just shoo me away?”
Swan places his helmet and faceplate back on. “You bet.” He snaps his fingers and suddenly you’re standing just outside his fortress with Tabitha beside you.
“What happened?” Tabitha gasped.
“Nothing. Let’s just get out of here before he changes his mind.” I take her hand and open a door leading us out.
After a few days of recuperating and health checks, Tabitha returns to the Academy as usual. Meanwhile, you’re sort of drifting at the bakery. You keep thinking about Swan, more than that, you keep thinking about what was missed. Had you met again sooner would you be in love? Would you still both be fighting one another? Would you be a hero like Hephaestus?
I keep messing up donuts so I try to put it out of my mind. Until, one day, when a man in a suit comes into the bakery. I see his bottom half first through the glass of the display case. It isn’t until I pop up I see the rose gold face plate.
“What do you do good here?” Swan asks.
“Uh-” You’re not sure what to say.
Swan slips his finger under my chin and closes my mouth. “You’ll catch flies that way if you leave your mouth hanging open.”
You catch his hand before he pulls it away. “I’ve never seen you on this side before, what’re you doing here?”
“I came to see what you’re wasting your time on.” He kneels down before the display case. “Cupcakes and donuts?” He tsks and shakes his head as he rises. “What an absolute waste.”
You smile at him. “You haven’t tried them.” You take a cupcake from the case and hand it to him. “Try it and tell me it’s a waste.”
He sniffs then removes the face plate. His tongue snap out and pull the cupcake into his mouth, smushing icing along his cheek as his mandibles stretch to take it all in. You bite your lip to keep from smirking.
“Not bad,” he huffs between bites. He wipes the icing from his mouth. “Maybe not such a waste. But still, I can’t help but want better for you.”
“I’m happy where I am at Swan. Can you say the same thing?”
He licks his lips, icing still clinging to them. “I can’t.”
You sigh. “Why don’t you come back for some coffee?”
“I didn’t come here for treats of coffee,” he then snips. “I came here for you.”
You furrow your brow. “For me?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” his voice goes low. “I can’t get you out of my head. All that time we spent apart when we could have been together.” He comes in close, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “Remember those last moments in the void? The way we clung so desperately, the way we came together as one. You body on top of mine. Your strong hands holding me down.”
Your cheeks flush as you look aside.
“I told you no one else had ever made me feel that way. Man, woman, only you.” He touches your cheek and turns you to look back up at him. “I’ve never felt it again.” As he kisses you the icing melts from his lips to your tongue. You grab hold of the front of his suit and pull him in close.
You’re the one to first pull back this time. “Not here.” You lock the door then drag him into the back. It’s hot from the stove so already the air is steamy. You grab his wrists and pin them to the wall. You then shove your knee between his legs.
Swan’s breath becomes ragged and his skin begins to glow with his excitement. “You’re still quite strong.”
You flash him a prideful smirk. “I work out.” Using your knee you force his legs apart. “Now, let me see if I can still do this.” You bring out one of the hose invisible cords and latch his hands to the wall. With your hands free you start undoing his suit.
“I didn’t come here just for this,” Swan laughs.
“I know.” You smooth your hand over his bare chest and kiss the glowing skin. “But it’s been so long, hasn’t it.”
“I want you and I to work together, start and empire and grow,” Swan laughs. “What do you say?”
You open up his pants. “I can teach you to bake. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
He grimaces. “Not here!” He snaps.
“Yes here.” You press close to him. “From now on, you’re going to be my little apprentice here.” You wrap your hand around him and stroke him. “Work you up to being a big apprentice.”
Swan laughs and grits his teeth. “You won’t win this.”
“I think I will.” You snap your fingers and the invisible cords pull him down until he’s sitting. You straddle his lap, kissing him as you grind against his growing shaft.
“At least you’re letting me sit this time,” he snickers.
You wriggle from your pants and push your underwear aside.
“I remember when you told me you were nonbinary,” he then whispers. “Is that still how I should address you.”
You kiss him softly. “I would appreciate it, Swan.”
His smile becomes soft as he looks at you. “I always knew you’d be stunning, I’m glad I got to see it.”
You kiss him again, wrapping your arms around him as you slowly ease down upon him. You take your time, slowly grinding your hips to feel him hit the deepest parts. You sigh longingly, enjoying this moment of togetherness again. His hands strain in their confines, but the glow of his skin radiates his pleasure. You both moan and grunt, barely making any sounds at all.
“Release me, let me finish this,” Swan pants.
You do as he asks, letting him lay you out ont he floor. He tugs away your pants and underwear as he sinks his mouth over you. One tongue slips inside while the other twists itself around your clit, lapping and licking together. You bite your cheek, grunting hungrily as he feasts upon you. He slurps and moans, his eyes looking up towards you. His hands move under your shirt, touching your chest then rubbing down your sides.
His tongue inside you hits the sweet spot, while the tongue on your clit brings it to a humming vibrato. You grunt, arching your back off the ground and gasping. You beat your fists upon the floor as that electric joly ricochets through your every waking nerve.
Flopping back onto the ground, Swan is grinning smugly above you. You cleans up the mess on his thigh and slowly lays down on top of you. He kisses you and you gently cup his face in your hands.
“So baking,” he grunts as he lays down. “What are the benefits?”
You giggle and smack the center of his chest. “Just me.”
He chuckles. “We’ll have to have a talk about that.” He rests himself upon you, burying his face against your neck. “I’m so glad to have you back,”
You cling tight to him. “I know,” you whimper. “I missed you.”
“I promise, from now on, nothing short of hell will separate us again,” he murmurs. “Even if I am baking cakes the rest of my life. At least I know you’re safe.”
“You can bake bread to.” Afew tears slip down your cheeks. “Just stay here. Okay?”
Swan kisses you softly. “Deal.”
