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  For queer kids everywhere.

  I am in awe of all that you are because you are the true superheroes.

  Fic: A Pleasure to Burn

  Author: PyroStormIsBae

  Chapter 37 of?

  138,225 words

  Pairing: Pyro Storm/Original Male Character

  Rated: R (Rating is finally going up!)

  Tags: True Love, Pining, Gentle Pyro Storm, Happy Ending, First Kiss, More Than First Kiss, Fluffy Like a Cloud, So Much Violence, Evil Shadow Star, Bakery AU, Private Investigator, Anti-Rebecca Firestone, Hands Going Under Clothes,!!!, Naked Party and You’re All Invited

  Chapter 37: Not a Chapter

  Author Note: Hey, hi and hello! Sorry if you got excited for a notification of an update. I never want to leave my readers hanging, and I know that abandoned fics are the bane of all human existence. Like, is there really anything worse than finding a story you love only to see that it hasn’t been updated in six years? I hate that so much. So, to reiterate: I’M NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY!!!! I promise. A lot of things have happened in the past few months, and I haven’t felt like writing much. It can be really hard to focus on a fic about solving serial murders and falling in love with an Extraordinary when … well. When things get a little too real.

  I don’t have a lot of time these days to sit down and write. School’s out for the summer, but I’m busier than ever. I’ll hopefully get back to this sooner rather than later, so please keep your notifications on for this fic. I promise when I return, there will be explosions of the fiery and the sexual kind, so stay tuned!

  PyroStormIsBae

  Comments:

  FireStoned 09:25: DID YOU SEE REBECCA FIRESTONE ON THE NEWS??? ISN’T SHE THE MOST WONDERFUL THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO HUMANITY? AND BEFORE YOU SAY NO, SCREW YOU!! SHE IS GOING TO BE THE BEST MAYORAL PRESS SECRETARY THAT HAS EVER MAYORAL PRESS SECRETARIED. AND I WON’T BE RESPONDING TO ANYONE WHO TRIES TO ARGUE WITH ME!! DIE MAD ABOUT IT!!!

  LostDreamer 09:27: Are you Nick Bell in Nova City??? The one who wrote that Shadow Star slash fic that never got finished?? Please say hi to Seth/Pyro Storm for me!

  ExtraExtra 09:29: This has to be Nick Bell. He talks exactly like Nash does. Had I known this was self-insert fanfic, I would’ve read something else rather than wasting my time with some teenager’s hormonal power fantasy.

  PyroStarLover 09:30: You’re going to leave us hanging right before they finally have sex? The only reason I’ve put up with hundreds of thousands of words was because you promised butt sex. You can’t dangle anal without delivering! Also, are you really Nick Bell? What happened on prom night? Who were those other Extraordinaries with you?

  WTF6969 09:31: If you’re Nick Bell like everyone thinks, then why the hell are you so anti-police now? Your dad is a cop! Do you hate your own father?

  Anonymoose 09:32: Did you get my message? See you soon!

  TacosAreFun 09:39: I’m so sick of WTF6969. GET A LIFE, YOU FREAKING LOSER. Aaron Bell quit the force! It was all over Twitter. PyroStormIsBae, write whatever you want. I don’t care if you’re Nick Bell or someone else, you do you.

  SoundOfJazz 09:42: These comments are getting a little stalkery. Lmk if you want me to handle it. I got new Louboutins to replace my other heels, and guess what? The soles are red just like the BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES. Fun! Gibby says hi. She also said some other stuff, but we need more positivity in our lives. Bye!!

  JazzFan12345678 09:49: I did not say hi. Jazz forced me to make this account. Your followers are weird and make me uncomfortable.

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  Near dusk, shadows stretched like reaching darkness, the heat from the summer day like molten claws to the chest, digging into the beating heart of a city under siege. Steam (and brown water) leaked from manhole covers, creating a wet fog that smelled like desperation and a complete lack of infrastructural understanding.

  People scurried on the sidewalks, sweat dripping down their faces in streaks like tears, silently crying out for someone to save them from themselves. Horns honked in steel gridlocks, fists shaking angrily out the car windows. Darkened buildings loomed, towers of the rich and powerful, holding the populace in the palms of their diabolically malevolent hands. Neon lights snapped and crackled, burning against the coming dark, illuminating the faces of the damned and the forgotten. Wavy heat lines rose from cracked asphalt, a reminder of the extreme temperatures that had descended upon a city of steel and glass.

  “Who will protect us?” the people wailed as they darted their gazes up toward the darkening sky in fear. “Who will be the champion we so desperately need? If only there was someone out there who could be the hero we deserve! Nay, the hero we require.”

  This was a city filled with disease, tumors growing in the bones and connective tissue, spreading with no hope for a cure. This was a city trapped in a war for its very soul, a thin sliver of light threatening to be smothered by the shadows of evil, the scales of truth and justice tipping dangerously toward chaos.

  But the city was not alone. She had someone who loved her, someone who would lay down his very life to ensure her survival.

  Atop a small building that had once been a yogurt shop but was now a hipster coffee lounge with logs instead of chairs because what, a figure sat perched on the ledge like a stone gargoyle watching hundreds of years of history pass by in the blink of an eye. This figure shifted slightly, the white lenses on his helmet flashing as the exposed mouth twisted into a furious snarl. “This is my city,” he growled dangerously. “And I will do everything I can to protect her people.” His head jerked up at the sound of a scream in the distance. “Hark! There’s crime afoot.” The figure looked off into the distance, the light of a nearby cell tower blinking red as if to say, I am the pulse of Nova City, weak and thready. If only my light could burn forever.

  “Yes,” the amazing figure breathed. “I hear you. I see you.” He rose slowly, the strong muscles of his body shifting sexily underneath the costume, a symbol of freedom and hope and justice. He breathed in deeply. “And I can smell you … but also … taste? Oh my god, what the hell is that? Holy crap, it’s everywhere.” He gagged. “It’s coating my throat. Did someone die and then their body fell in the water and now it’s a bloated mess filled with gases and ballooning organs that will soon explode in a burst of—no. Focus. Darkness has found its way into—”

  “Seriously,” another voice said. “I love you, but you’ve been narrating out loud for the past fifteen minutes, and while I appreciate your creativity, we probably should get a move on before the thieves get away with all the jewels.”

  The Extraordinary known as Guardian squawked as he lost his footing and fell off the ledge backward onto the roof. He landed roug
hly on his back, blinking up at the night sky. A moment later, the sky disappeared as a familiar face appeared above him, curls of dark hair hanging down around his face. He wore a sleek costume, black with red piping that ran up the length of his legs and torso. Across his chest, a symbol of a flame, the mark of a hero.

  “Pyro Storm,” Guardian growled, voice modulated deeply through his cerulean-blue helmet. He pushed himself up off the ground, ignoring the helping hand reaching toward him. “I knew you’d be here.”

  Seth blinked. “I should hope so. We came together. It’d be weird if I wasn’t here.”

  “Would it be weird?” Guardian hissed. “Or would it be all part of your plan to get me alone so you can have your way with me?” He took a step back away from the Extraordinary. And another. And another. And then the back of his legs hit the ledge of the roof. He turned around, bending over, hands flat against the ledge as he looked back over his shoulder. “You’ve trapped me, Pyro Storm. I answered a call thinking it’d be a citizen in need of saving, but instead, it’s you. You, with your righteousness and your face looking like it does. My body is tense with pleasure and thrumming arousal.”

  “Uh-huh,” Seth said, a black-and-red helmet dangling from the fingers of his left hand, the lenses dull in the low light. “You sure seem to be shaking your ass a lot for someone who’s not sure.”

  “Villain!” Guardian cried. He moaned loudly, arching his back. “How dare you speak to me as if you have any right to!” He gasped dramatically, the voice modulator making it sound as if he smoked fifty cigars a day. “Don’t you dare think of using your fire powers to burn away my costume, leaving me nude and helpless, though more than willing to participate because consent is important, even during role-play, and I don’t want you to think I don’t want this when I actually do. Also, my safe word is charcuterie, and no, you don’t get to ask why.”

  “Because you like varied meats and cheeses served to you on a cutting board?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Nick, you can’t just—”

  He coughed.

  “Nicky, you need to—”

  He coughed again, this time much more forcefully to make a very serious point. He hoped Seth got it this time because it was making his throat hurt.

  Seth rolled his eyes. “Guardian.”

  Success! “That’s better. Thank you. Remember, we talked about this. When I’ve got the costume and the helmet on, I’m not Nick anymore, I’m Guardian. But if I have the costume on and the helmet off, I’m Nick because you can see my face. Or, if I’m not wearing the costume or the helmet and am very, very naked, you can call me whatever you want.”

  He winked over his shoulder.

  And then remembered Seth couldn’t see his eyes because he was wearing his helmet.

  “I just winked at you,” he said. “In case you were wondering.”

  “Oh,” Seth said. “I wasn’t, but thank you for telling me. That changes everything.”

  Guardian lifted the helmet off his head, the sharpness of the world around him fading. The lenses inside his helmet were strong, letting him see farther and more sharply than he could without it. He never wanted to take it off, but apparently he wasn’t allowed to wear it whenever he wanted, which was bullshit. Setting the helmet on the ledge, Nicholas Bell turned and faced his boyfriend. “It wasn’t fifteen minutes.”

  “You’re right,” Seth Gray said, a quirk to his lips. “It was actually closer to twenty. I’m not sure if a hero should spend that much time narrating his plans out loud. What if there was someone listening in?”

  Nick winced. He hadn’t thought of that. As per his usual, he’d been so wrapped up in being Guardian that he’d let it go to his head a little. Probably more than a little.

  It’d only been a month since he’d come home after Gibby’s graduation and found a package waiting for him on the kitchen table. Inside had been a note from Miss Conduct, the drag-queen Extraordinary with acerbic commentary known to fry a man as thoroughly as her electric powers. She wore bangles and had legs for days. Nick could never pull off bangles, and his own legs were pasty and thin, with knobby knees and that one weird hair on the left side of his right knee that grew obscenely long, which was bullshit, seeing as how he couldn’t get any hair to grow on his chest.

  The note, while sweet and wonderful, hadn’t been the best thing. No, that had been the costume she’d created for him with help from Nick’s friends. A costume of blue and white with a helmet to match.

  And here he stood in said costume in all his glory, though glory might have been a bit of a misnomer. You see, when one decides to become a real Extraordinary, one must wear a skintight costume to be taken seriously. The problem with that, however, was that Nick had learned his body was strangely shaped, and things that should have bulged—arm muscles, chest muscles, and yes, the groin—did not bulge at all.

  (The second time Nick had tried the costume on, he’d stuffed a folded sock down the front of the tights and nodded in the mirror. “Oh, this?” he’d said to his reflection, nodding down at his crotch. “Don’t worry about that. Just my penis. Yeah, it’s big.”

  His father had come in without knocking. The silence that had followed had been absolute before Dad backed out of the room slowly. They had never talked about it, and Nick hadn’t tried to put a sock over his junk again.)

  So: there was a reason Nick didn’t like wearing what amounted to a full bodysuit of spandex. It left nothing to the imagination.

  “Bend over,” Nick demanded.

  Seth squinted at him. “What?”

  “I want to show you something. This isn’t about sex stuff. Trust me.”

  “Yeah, see,” Seth said, “the last time you told me to bend over and said it wasn’t about sex stuff, you said, and I quote, ‘It looks like someone ordered cake from a sexy bakery.’”

  Nick snorted. “I’m funny. And erotic.”

  Seth sighed. “It would’ve been funnier and maybe more erotic if you hadn’t said it while my aunt and uncle were standing three feet away.”

  Nick scowled, grateful the encroaching dark hid the furious heat blooming on his cheeks. “How was I supposed to know they were going to be in the living room of their own house? Martha really didn’t need to get out sandwich baggies and begin to make dental dams right then and there. That was uncalled for. I blame her. And Dad.” Mostly his dad, though, because he’d been the one to show the Grays the wonders of DIY sexual safety.

  Seth shook his head. “Just be grateful she hasn’t started crocheting the harness she wants to make for some horrific reason. Ever since she went to that sex shop for learning purposes, she hasn’t been the same.”

  Nick groaned. “Oh my god, I hate everything. Now stop distracting me and bend over.”

  Seth hunched his shoulders, his chest and stomach making a half circle. “Like this?”

  Nick nodded. “Now rub your hand along your chest and stomach.”

  Seth’s eyes narrowed. “This sounds like a sex thing.”

  It really did, but he wasn’t to be deterred. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Gray. You’d know if this was a sex thing.”

  “O … kay.” Seth ran his hand along his sternum, down to his stomach, stopping just above his groin before going back up to his chest. “Now what?”

  Nick—always and forever Nick—short-circuited a little at the sight of his Extraordinary boyfriend touching himself, the tip of Seth’s black-gloved fingers pausing against his broad chest. All the porn Nick had consumed in his life paled in comparison to the sight before him: Seth with his dark curly hair and a jaw that could cut glass. Nick knew that objectification could be seriously problematic but come on! Look at him.

  “Yeah,” Nick muttered. “Just like that.”

  “Nick,” Seth said pointedly.

  “I’m not thinking sexy thoughts!” Nick said. “I’m just … admiring the scene before me!” He frowned as he bent over the same way Seth had, rubbing a hand over his chest and stomach. “See? What
the hell!”

  “Uh, what am I supposed to be looking at?”

  “This!” Nick said, glaring as he hunched over. “When you bend over in your Extraordinary costume, your stomach is flat because you’re ripped. When I do it, you can’t even see the abdominal muscles that are probably there even though they weren’t this morning. I thought being an Extraordinary was supposed to make me have noticeable washboard abs!”

  “Hoo boy,” Seth said. “That’s not how any of this works.”

  “Says you,” Nick retorted, glaring down at the gentle swell of his stomach as if it had betrayed him. “You became an Extraordinary and you turned into a sex god. I became an Extraordinary and it gave me body issues. Yes, I had nachos for dinner last night, and yes, there wasn’t enough cheese so I added more, but still! I ran last week, Seth. For a quarter of a mile. And I only had to stop twice to catch my breath.”

  “I know,” Seth said. “I was there, remember? You complained the entire time.”

  Nick sniffed. “Yes, well, running is pointless and you should feel bad for making me do it.” He poked his stomach a final time before standing upright. “I may need to consider a redesign of my costume. What do you think about layers? I took a test in Cosmo, and the result said I have a body made for layers.” He frowned. “It also said that I was a free-spirited woman who won’t be constrained by society, but still. Layers.”

  Seth chuckled, walking toward Nick with a strange heat in his eyes. He set his helmet next to Nick’s on the ledge before leaning in. Nick’s heart sped up a little. It always did when Seth was around, but when he was so close Nick could count the faint freckles across his nose and cheeks? Man, did Nick enjoy the hell out of it.

  Seth kissed him slowly, lips slightly chapped. Nick returned in kind, his tongue sliding against Seth’s as sweat trickled down his neck. The heat wave that had settled on Nova City a few weeks ago hadn’t let up. After a bitterly cold winter with storm after storm of heavy snow followed by a wet spring, summer had come to the city with a vengeance: blazing hot, the humidity almost unbearable. If Nick wasn’t destined to become an Extraordinary, he’d have stayed inside with the air-conditioning on until senior year started up in the fall.