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Jack hated the hero committee for making him do this.
The blue jeans pooled low on his hips, revealing even more of his shirtless, lean body than he was comfortable with. The humidity of the club made his skin prickle with sweat, and the only thing keeping him from completely melting in shame was the mask that rested between his eyes, concealing his identity.
Rules were rules, and Jack followed them even as much as he hated what was happening. Nyx’s night club was illustrious for its dress code, even more for the sex and alcohol.
The hero committed asked him to go to Nyx’s club where he was rumored to spend his nights, and ask him whether or not he had decided on supporting the mayor and her proposition. Jack, more known as Sol, was sent because the villain seemed to like him.
He pressed forward in the club, immediately drawling attention. A woman danced up to him, her breasts almost completely exposed, and her ass covered by a thin fabric. She smirked and ran her manicured nails down his chest, tracing the muscle as she went. “My, my, you are quite a catch.”
He smiled shyly, “Excuse me, I am looking for someone.”
She winked. “Well mannered as well. You know where to find me if you can’t find whoever you are looking for, baby.”
Jack looked around the room. Nyx was nowhere in sight, and the villain did not allow himself to be found if he did not wish it, opting to conceal himself in the crowd most commonly.
He loathed this.
The music was pulsing, making it hard to think, even harder to relax.
A man came forward, the flashing lights revealing what was a muscular and full body. Jack took a step back, yet the man closed the distance between them, smirking at his reaction.
He faked a distraction and managed to slip away, feeling more and more unnerved as the minutes passed.
He would never find Nyx in this.
A body pressed against his from behind, “Hey there.”
Jack froze, turning to a drink being pressed to his hands.
“Enjoy, sexy.”
He set the drink down dazed, watching as the mysterious man swayed back into the dance floor.
He felt his stomach turn, the need to get out growing stronger. Then, a cool hand wrapped around his waist and he was being pulled towards a dark corner. The hand was confident, steady, and unmistakably Nyx’s. The man pulled him into a private room, where the music instantly quieted, and where two guards were stationed.
The villain dismissed them with a flick of his wrist, and tossed a hoodie at him. “Here sweetheart, you look like you are one second from bolting.”
Jack thanked him quietly and the pulled the hoodie on. It was big, slipping off his one shoulder, and had the unmistakable aroma of smoke, of Nyx.
“Sit.” Nyx gestured to the table and plush couches, sitting down. Jack followed suit. There were a tray of shots. Nyx smiled at him and passed him one.
“What is the famous Sol doing at my club?”
Sol laughed quietly and a little nervously. Nyx didn’t seem to mind, watching him with a kind of patience and softness that made his heart stutter.
“The hero’s- hero commission, wants to know if you will agree with the mayor on Tuesday.”
Nyx took his shot, raising a brow. “So they sent you out here at one in the morning to ask me?”
“They thought that you would tell me because…you seem to like me the best.”
Nyx smirked slightly, “That I do. What I don’t like is that they made you come here where you clearly hate it.”
“They didn’t make me, they asked me.”
They both knew it was a lie. Jack didn’t like the silence that followed, so he downed his shot.
“We both know when they ask, it’s them telling you. I wonder, have you ever said no?”
Jack didn’t like the question, or the way the villain was watching him so closely, his brown eyes seemingly uncovering every layer of him.
Jack took another shot. Nyx smiled, showing him he wouldn’t push, and took his mask off. Jack was always memorized by the man. His dark eyes, full eyebrows, and his wild, yet tamed brown hair. What Jack loved the most about the villain was his confidence. The way he controlled a room because he knew he had all the power.
“Tell the hero’s I have not yet decided what I want to do. Tell them I would only have told you that. You can even tell them to stop sending you on dangerous missions to ask me of my opinion.”
Jack nodded, feeling the alcohol pool low in his stomach. He could feel himself slowly relaxing. Still, he couldn’t help but look to the exit of the room.
“You have my word that you are safe here. Stay a little, you deserve it.”
Jack looked up through lowered lashes, and Nyx’s eyes seemingly shifted. He cleared his throat, taking another shot.
“So tell me Sol, what do you think of this place?”
“I think,” He begin, fidgeting under Nyx’s careful gaze, “That it shows you the way that you want to be seen.”
“Hmm?”
“It shows the world who Nyx can be, chaotic, messy, cruel, but not who you are when you are with me.”
Nyx had leaned closer. Jack was trembling from the way the room changed. He took another shot to do something with his hands, and to redirect his nerves. The alcohol was making his tongue looser than usual.
“You aren’t cruel with me.” He whispered, feeling as he had bared himself further than he could claim to be the alcohol.
“No.” Nyx breathed out, then softly, “no, I’m not.”
Jack made the mistake of looking at Nyx’s lips. They were parted. He took another shot to force himself to focus on something else. Nyx caught his hand before he placed the glass down, fingers resting lightly on his wrist. Jack’s heart raced. “Don’t make yourself sick.”
Jack nodded, eyes locked on Nyx’s. The two fell into silence and Jack was sure Nyx could feel his racing pulse. The man finally released him, standing up to grab a bottle of water and slide it to Jack. He sat down again, closer.
Jack could feel his thoughts going fuzzy. He laughed. Nyx looked at him, lips quirking up.
Jack shook his head, “My thoughts.”
“Yeah?” Nyx teased.
“Fuzzy.”
“You did just down four shots of vodka in an hour. It’s going to hit you hard.”
“I can’t help it.” Jack almost whined, brain clouding further.
“Why’s that?” Nyx laughed.
Jack leaned into him, surprising them both. The air thickened again.
“You.” Jack mumbled. “Make me feel.”
He paused. “Nervous.”
Jack didn’t name the other things Nyx made him feel. By the way the villain was looking at him, his gaze dark, Jack knew he understood the things he could not say out loud.
Nyx was looking at his lips. Jack hadn’t realized how close he was to him. Close enough that there shoulders were touching. Jack could just lean over. He could just do it. He had been wanting this for longer-
Nyx swallowed harshly, closing his eyes, and sighing deeply. “You’re making this so hard, sweetheart.”
Jack cocked his head in confusion. Nyx tugged him to lay against his shoulder.
“Go to sleep. You are safe. I will be here when you wake up.”
Jacks eyes closed, head spinning. He burrowed into Nyx’s shoulder. His mask cut into his face deeply. He huffed, then ripped it off, throwing it to the ground.
He burrowed his face into the shoulder before him, and closed his eyes. Nyx’s arm came around him and, he drifted off. Weirdly enough, this was the safest he ever felt.