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It had been six months since that fateful day that Virgil, as Static, got kidnapped. So far, the hero healed up pretty nicely, though some of the emotional scars ran a little deeper. Hotstreak hovered around Virgil, determined to make sure the boy wouldn't get taken from him again. In the first few weeks, Virgil thought it was adorable, especially after they first had sex, now it was getting agitating. Gods above, did Francis get more psychotic after they had sex for the first time, the red head wouldn't let him breath. Everybody had become a threat to Virgil, even Richie and his own family. Virgil had officially become Hotstreak's boy, property and most importantly, his pretty little bitch.

Virgil was very annoyed at being seen as someone's bitch, but realized it wasn't supposed to be a cruel label, just something that Francis had always called his women. And apparently, in the red heads crazy head, that title extended to Virgil as well. Francis was very possessive on what he considered his, and Virgil, by all rights, was his boy, period. Virgil let out a sigh before stretching his back, groaning in relief when he heard it pop. He hated being in history class, though him thinking of the past six months was a form of history. Thinking of his red head lover made Virgil want to see the man badly. Virgil sighed again and continued to doodle in his notebook. The hero had found a relief in drawing, starting when he first became a super hero. It helped him release all of the pain he saw and experienced as a hero. All of his art was symbolic if extremely odd.

Adam had been the first person to discover Virgil's artistic talent and had been rather amazed. The rubber hero had asked for Virgil to do several CD covers since then, and Virgil was only to glad to do it. Currently, the electric hero was designing a tattoo for Adam who had wanted to get a matching one with his older brother. Adam wanted it to symbolize the struggles that both of them had gone through, together and apart. Richie and Ferret had been the second and third people that had found out. Virgil had been blasting his Ipod and hadn't heard either of them come into his room one day when he'd been painting. They'd been surprised as a hell and Richie had teased him mercilessly while Luke, Ferret, just nodded, getting why Virgil painted. Francis didn't really know that Virgil painted, but he did know that he doodled. The pyro hadn't seen his work though.

"Mr. Hawkins?" the teacher, Mr. Sprock, called out sternly. Virgil froze in his work, and looked up at the teacher standing over him.

"Yes sir?" Virgil asked sweetly. Mr. Sprock raised a brow, frown marring his old bloated face.

"Can you answer the question on the board?" Mr. Sprock asked, nasally voice grating on his student's ears. Virgil glanced at the question, knowing it almost instantly.

"That particular treaty was written and signed in 1732 by Joan-Luke Petreata," Virgil responded. Being friends with a super genius had it's benefits.

"Looks like you're not completely incompetent Mr. Hawkins," Mr. Sprock said, sardonically. Virgil gave him a mocking grin before going back to his drawing. It was another picture of Hotstreak and Virgil smiled warmly. Moments later, the bell rang, singling the end of class. The students shot out the door, already knowing their homework. Luckily for the students of Dakota Union high, it was thursday. This was particularly good because they had four day weekend this week. Virgil knew exactly what he was doing all weekend, outside of homework of course. He was going to spend it with Hotstreak, plain and simple. They planned to go on one or two dates and have copious amounts of sex. Or, Virgil planned on being pinned to every surface available and be unable to walk right through out the weekend. Hopefully that will last until next week as well.

Luckily, for Virgil, History was his last class of the day and the boy hurried out to the parking lot. As Virgil had predicted, Hotstreak was waiting for him on the motorcycle that he'd actually boughten. Virgil Scurried over to the waiting pyro happily, wanting to be with the pyro as soon as possible.

"Hey smokey," Virgil replied sweetly when he got to the older man.

"Hey baby, how was school?" Hotstreak asked, handing Virgil a helmet after they placed the hero's back-pack in the motorcycle compartment.

"It was school, so meh. How was work?" Virgil asked, putting on the helmet and getting on behind Hotstreak. The pyro worked it out with his boss that'd he get off around the time Virgil got off school.

"It was fine. Missed you," Hotstreak replied with a grin. Virgil leaned into Hotstreak's back, and put his lips as close to Francis's ear as he could.

"Same here hot-stuff. How 'bout we go on home real quick, I gotta an itch to play," Virgil said hotly in the pyro's ear. Hotstreak felt his length stand to attention and his pants tighten. He shuddered and shot off to their apartment, wanting to burry himself balls deep into his boy. Both were unaware that they were currently being watched by someone bent on revenge