Chapter 6

"1999, 2000..."

Power Up has been literally benching me for the past hour.  By the time he gets to 300 I'm blown away and for some reason I think it's turning him on because he has a hard dick.  A part of me feels like this is some sort of fantasy somewhere seeing this muscular, attractive guy lifting me up in the air with a hard dick the entire time. He's sweating all over his abdomen.  It's almost like he's trying to show off, prove to me and the others just how much of a man he is...in case anyone else doubted him.  It would take a super hero to be able to literally bench someone as much as he does.  Not too far from us Ultrasound is boxing, sweating up a storm.  We've been working out all day.  It's just a part of life in the Hall of Heroes and fortunately because of how I grew up I am prepared for this kind of intense training.

Mister Motions is the only one who hasn't really been physical.  He's been sitting in the side of the room not really talking to the rest of us.  It's kind of clear he feels like he's above this or something.

"You OK?" I ask Power Up.

He's dripping with sweat. To say he was sexy is an understatement.  He looks down at the bulge in his basketball shorts.

"Since Animous has died we've done nothing but workout and train.  I'd love to..." he stops and leans in close, "Release some tension if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what Power Up meant.

I put a firm hand to his chest, "Stop thinking with your little head.  We're a team now.  White Frost wants us ready in case something happens."

"Nothing's going to happen..." Ultrasound states, "All this training is bullshit."

"Listen to Cam.  The kid gets it more than the rest of you,"  a voice states.

White Frost walks in the middle of the day.  He smiles over at me when he walks in.  I notice Power Up clears away from me in a matter of seconds.  He overheard us.  So he overheard me turning Power Up's advances down.  It makes me feel good.  I wonder how he feels about it.  I can't tell right now though.   He's shirtless.  I'm almost excited at the fact of being able to work out with him for the first time.  He's been really MIA, leaving us to work out in the gyms at the Hall of Heroes but not really participating himself.

He keeps it civil when he smiles to the others as well, "Hey everyone..."

"Where have you been?" Power Up asks him.

I'm glad Power Up asks him that.  I've wanted to ask him too.  Ever since that day in the hallway I haven't been able to take my mind off White Frost.  We didn't kiss but we had gotten so close.  I've always daydreamed about White Frost but now was different.  Now I had a smell to him.  I had a memory of how he looks when he's inches away from your face.  My imagination goes wild.

I'm not the only one clearly.  Motions gets up and runs over to him, "We missed you."

I roll my eyes.  I've been the one asking about Frost.  Motions has been so into himself.

"I'm sorry I haven't gotten a chance to work with you guys.  More and more superheroes have gone missing.  It's almost like someone has it out for superheroes."

"So, it's true, Vicious Vigor is really back?" Power Up asks.

I notice the mood in the room change.  I notice the fear.  It's amazing.  Here is Power Up.  A man who has wealth and power.  I'm not talking about his social influence either.  I'm talking about his strength.  This guy just lifted me in the air 2000 times without breaking a sweat and he was terrified of a single name.  It was truly amazing.

"He's dead," Ultrasound argues, "Everyone knows that.  There are metahumans who secretly idolized Vigor.  It's probably some 2^nd rate copycat.  Everyone knows all the metahumans ganged up together to destroy him.  Everyone knows the hero Materias destroyed him."

"I don't know," Motions responds back almost immediately, "Has anyone seen his body?"

Ultrasound shrugs, "I don't know..."

"The answer is no," Motions responds, "A lot of those heroes were his friends.  They turned on him.  If he was alive, he has a reason to go after them.  And their kids and grandkids.  I don't know, though.  It's just a thought.  What do you think, Cam?"

They turn to me.

All of them.

What the hell was Motions doing?  He knew damn well that my father was alive.  He knew everything that was going on.  And yet here he was...acting like he didn't.

"Yeah Cam," Ultrasound asks out of nowhere, "What do you think?  You think Vicious Vigor is alive?"

I'm so nervous.  I've never been good with pressure.  I've never been good at lying.  So, when he's talking to me now my face is so red that I look bruised.  I don't have the dark tan like Ultrasound or White Frost to cover up how flushed I look.

"You OK there?" Motions asks after a few minutes.

It's almost like he wants to draw attention to me.

I open my mouth and say the only thing that I can think to say, "If he was alive...would it be that bad?  Maybe there is a chance he can you know...change his ways."

The others look at me almost in shock and awe.

Power Up looks at me.  His face flushes red suddenly, "Fuck you Cam."

I'm shocked when he says it.  I'm shocked when he brushes past me.  The guy has been nothing but nice to me since he met me but now he was looking at me like I was nothing but pure shit to him.  He storms out of the room and I'm just sitting there confused.

"I'll go check on him," Motions offers before getting up and walking out of the room to chase after Power Up.

I'm even more confused.  Power Up had just cursed at me and he was the one who was being checked up on?  What the hell was going on here?

Ultrasound shakes his head, "That's so fucked up of you, Cam."

"What did I say?" I ask.

Ultrasound damn near growls at me, "Vicious Vigor killed Power Up's parents."

Fuck.

My mouth goes dry suddenly.  I knew the Ellingtons were killed by Supervillains but I had no idea that it was because of my father.  I can see the look of hate in Ultrasound's eyes as he gets up.  At that moment, it just seems like all the hate he has towards Vicious Vigor is transferred to me suddenly.  I can't believe how insensitive I am.  I feel like shit.

I open my mouth to apologize but nothing comes out.   I knew my father did horrible things but I had never been around someone who was so closely affected by the things that he did.  Ultrasound rolls his eyes at me and just gets up and walks out of the room.

"I didn't know," is all I can say.

White Frost just keeps staring at the wall, "That's probably enough for the day.  How about I take you home?"

~

Walking home with White Frost is weird to say the least.  First off, we both have the ability to fly but we are walking.  We have on sweatpants and workout clothes with bookbags.  We look like regular guys.  No one would be able to tell that we were superheroes.  It makes me feel good.  I wonder if the two of us would hang out if we had not met under the circumstances that we did.

We take the long way.  It's almost like Frost knows I need some time to walk and think because he doesn't talk to me.  He's the nicest guy.  He's just there for me letting the events of the day sink in.  When we get to the front of my house he finally puts his hand on my shoulder.  He does it in a warm, comforting way.

"You OK?"

"I didn't know..."  I respond.

"Vicious Vigor killed more people than we can count," he explains, "Heroes, regular innocent people.  He killed everyone in his path.  He just snapped..."

"Why?"

White Frost shrugs, "Who knows what makes people do what they do.  Some people are just born evil."

"I can't believe that.  There has to be a reason."

"You sound like my mother," he states.

"Your mother?"

He nods, "Fem Fatale."

"Wait...Fem Fatale is your mother.  You never spoke to her or..."

"It's a complicated story," he explains to me, "My father wanted a kid with his lover and she just so happened to be the surrogate.  Nothing more, nothing less.  My father doesn't even know that I know that she's my mother but one day she couldn't take it anymore and told me."

It's weird because Frost looked nothing like Fem Fatale.  He didn't have her skin tone or her pointed nose or any of her features.

"That has to be weird walking around knowing this woman is your mother..."

"It's a secret.  I haven't told anyone before.  My father would hate her if the truth came out that she told me."

"But you're telling me," I ask.

White Frost gives me a hard look.  Our eyes connect.  He takes that step closer to me.

"I trust you," he admits.

"I like that," I respond.

It was the same moment from before when we were in that hallway.  We are close.  Real close.  If only he would just act on the tension we were feeling.  If he could just lean in and kiss me.  It feels right.  I don't' know what he's thinking though.  I don't know why he's so close to me as we approach the front of my house.  Our lips almost touch.

And then in the distance I see my neighbor's dog.  The dog starts barking.  Most likely it's barking at Aaron because Aaron isn't usually around.

It fucks up the moment.

Aaron takes a step back, "Uh..yeah so I was saying...it's weird seeing her, but it's nice knowing who she is.  She became like a best friend and secret confidante to me.  I bring this up to just let you know you sound like her when you defended Vigor.  She almost seemed to feel bad for him."

It's weird because I'd learned my lesson not to sound like Fem Fatale.  I'd learned my lesson about trying to defend my father in public.

"There's no excuse for what he did," I state, "I need to apologize to Power Up."

"You'll get the chance, don't be so hard on yourself," he states putting on a smile, "I want you to cheer up.  Hopefully I can be the one to help you do that.  I got you something."

"A gift?"

"Eh, kind of.  It's a suit."

He hands me his bookbag.  I look in the bookbag and sure enough I see spandex in there.

"Wait is this my superhero suit?"

"It sure is," he states, "I got it made for you."

"Great.  Spandex.  I feel like I'm a real member of the team.  I get to be one of the hot muscular guys showing off everything in skin tight spandex.  I should have done more crunches in the gym if I knew this was coming."

"I'm sure you'll look great in it," he states.

Frost licks his lips.  He looks me up and down.  He is checking me out.  My heart is pounding especially when he takes that step back towards me.  Something keeps putting us in this awkward position.  And I can't take it anymore.  I'm not even staring in his eyes at this point.  I'm staring at those lips.  I wonder how they feel.  I have this smile on his face.  He has a way of turning me into a fucking schoolgirl or something to say the least.  Just at that moment the neighbor is coming out.  He waves over at me telling me hello.

"Maybe you can come in and...I don't know...see me try it on."

White Frost is cool, lowkey.  He sits there and he smiles, "Sure...I'd like that."

~
I don't know what I'm doing inviting White Frost into my home.  I'd had friends over before.  That wasn't the problem. The problem is who this was.  It was Aaron Kanzari Jr.  My head is aching at that moment wondering what the fuck I was doing by inviting him here in my room.  I didn't know where my father was but I knew he could come home any minute and like an idiot I didn't care.  Like an idiot I was just so excited that Aaron was here.

He sits on my bed.  He looks around seeming to grasp onto everything.

"Nice room," he tells me looking around, "It's really plain.  Not a fan of superheroes?"

I didn't have superheroes outlined on my wall like most guys.

"Uh...I like to keep it simple," I state, "Uh...uh...do you want something to drink or..."

"I'm fine," he states, "You don't have to be so nervous, you know?"

"I'm not nervous," I state.

I was lying.  He laughs as though calling bullshit.  I'm pacing around the room like a fucking idiot not knowing what to do with myself.  WHITE FROST was in my room.  White Frost was sitting ON my bed.  His eyes follow me the entire time.  He seems to know he is torturing me and almost taking delight out of it.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I got comfortable?" he asks.

"Of course not."

"Good it's kind of hot in here and I hate having a shirt on."

With that White Frost unpeels his shirt his broad expansive chest and throws it on the ground.  He leans back on the bed.  His sweats are low on his waist.  As he leans back I see his washboard abs coming down like stairs to his thin chiseled V-section.  I've never seen a body so defined.  It's almost like he hasn't ever heard of fat in his life.  I wondered if this was his metahuman ability or if this boy just lived in the gym and ate like a nutritionist every day.

If I wasn't nervous before than I was nervous now.

"Your body is like a fucking Anime cartoon or something.  I didn't know people could be that perfect," I state.

I sound so dumb when the words leave my mouth.  It sounded more like worship than a compliment.  I am damn near drooling at this point.

I expect him to be turned off but he just smiles.

"You have a nice body too."

I had a track body and he had the shape of a bodybuilder.  That was two completely different things.  I take the compliment though.

"Thanks," I respond, awkwardly just standing there.

"So..."

"So?"

I think about whether I want to sit.  Should I sit on the bed?

"You going to try the suit or not?" he asks.

"Oh fuck, sorry I completely forgot! Um...yeah.  One second.  I'll go ahead and change in the bathroom."

"Bathroom?"

I'm confused, "Yeah.  I was going to head to the bathroom to change."

He leans up, "When you're a superhero you should change at the drop of a dime.  You won't have the availability to always get to change like you wish.  You should get used to changing anywhere at any time."

"You're right," I state but then think about it, "But does that mean I'll always have to get used to changing in front of you?"

"It wouldn't hurt.  I like hanging around you.  I want to do it more."

When he bites his lips, I snap into reality.  Why the fuck was I fighting this.  Sure, I was far from a nudist.  I never saw myself as sexy.  I thought I was too pale and I wished I was even half as bulky as White Frost, but I had a nice body.  I had nothing to be ashamed of.

I take off my shirt.  I take off my pants.  I get the suit.

"You should take your underwear off too.  The suit has a built-in cup."

"You're right."

I can't help but to get shy and turn around thinking this would help with privacy.  It doesn't.  In a matter of seconds, I'm naked and Aaron is staring at my ass.  I can feel his eyes looking.  I wonder what he thinks.  I didn't have a bubble butt like he did.  I always thought I had a flat white boy butt and was praying it wasn't one of those days where my butt was real red.  I start stepping into the tights.  They are snug to say the least.

"Let me help you," he states.

"Wh-what?"

"They are a little hard to get into the first time," he tells me.

I'm amazed when he walks up behind me before I can say anything else.  I can feel his presence behind me.  Aaron was a man.  I mean like a Man's Man.  His shadow engulfs mine. He's slowly pulling my tights up.

"The tights are beautiful."

I look at the pattern.  It's intricate and expensive looking.  I wonder how much it was worth.  It has multi colors in it intertwining with one another.

"I helped design it myself," he states, starting to roll the tights up my thighs and stopping right below my ass, "All the colors merge into one just like how all the animals merge into you.  It's special...just like you."

"You think I'm special?"

"I think you have an ability that can make you one of the most powerful superheroes in the world."

Or I can be like Animous and lose my mind.

"Is that what makes me special?"

He stops, "You were hoping for another answer?"

Hoping.  That's the right word.

"Never mind."

I take a step away from him and pull the suit up.  It's beautiful.  Colorful intertwined colors merging from all directions onto a beautiful rainbow on my chest.  Then there is the cape.  A silver beautiful cape.  It's not long like other capes I've seen.  It's shorter.

"Is there something else that makes you special?" he asks me.

It's a weird question.  So much comes to mind.  Ideas of who my father is.  Thoughts that I am going to be the next Vicious Vigor.  The idea that I'm friends with people who would probably hate me if they knew who I really was.

"I don't know enough about who I really am to answer that question."

"Everything OK?  You sound upset about something."

I sigh, "I'm just scared.  Scared I'm becoming something I don't know if I want to become."

"That's what makes you special."

He looks at me with this light as though he sees something in me.  It freaks me out.  If only he knew I was talking about becoming Vicious Vigor.  If only he knew how afraid I was.

"You don't know me.  I don't even know me."

"That's what makes you special.   The rest of us are so set in our ways.  We came to this knowing our powers.  We knew how to control them.  You are different.  You are willing to learn.  You are willing to change.  I see it every day.  The animals teach you their abilities, but it's you who learn them.  I think you're perfect in your imperfection."

It's everything I need to know at that moment.  I didn't know where my life was going.  I didn't know how I would be able to reconcile who my father is and who I was.  I didn't know what my morals were.  I didn't know any of that.  I was still learning and he was telling me that it was OK.

And in learning myself I find out that I want Aaron.  I want him so bad.

So, I kiss him.

I literally kiss him.  It's so quick that I don't even realize I do it until it's done.  All you hear is a smacking pucker and then nothing.

"Oh shit," I respond, "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not.  I've been waiting for you to do that, so I can do this..."

I want to ask what he means but he shows me before I get the chance.  Within a matter of seconds Aaron picks me up.  He puts me on his bed and he shoves his tongue down my throat.  Our tongues collide with one another.  Our bodies damn near merge into one another.  We are that close.  I can feel his hard dick up against me.  My hard dick is up against his stomach.  His kissing isn't all sexual though.  There is a level of intimacy there that I have never felt with anyone else.  The kissing gets so heavy that we are had to stop and start panting.

But it doesn't stop there.  I start taking off the same suit that I had.

Before I know it, Aaron is naked as well.  I don't know how it happens but somehow my legs are up and Aaron's cock is inches away from my hole.  We don't have any lube.  He doesn't need any because in a matter of seconds he produces the slightest bit of frost on the tip of his dick.  It's enough to cool my throbbing hot asshole as he gets close to it.

He is beginning to slide right into me.

Our eyes connect.  All this tension we've been feeling around each other has come up to this moment.

And then the door opens!

"SHIT!" he states jumping off me.

In the door is my father.  His large body stands at the doorway like some sort of demonic gargoyle.  White Frost is horrified and my father isn't moving.  He has that look in his face.  He has that look that seems to say it all.  And he's not even giving Aaron privacy to put his clothes on.  He's staring bullets into him.

"Have you never heard of knocking?" I ask.

My dad ignores me.

"Dad, can we have a minute?" I beg, "PLEASE!"

My dad continues to ignore me.  He looks instead at Aaron, "Get out."

Aaron is putting on his clothes so sloppily that I think he wears his pants on backward.  I've never been so embarrassed in my life than in this moment.  I couldn't believe this was fucking happening.  I couldn't believe that my father just stormed in my room.  It's almost like he knew Aaron was here.  It creeped me out.

Aaron is fully dressed and I'm covered in my sheets.

Aaron just looks at my dad and looks at me.

"I uh...I'll see you tomorrow," Aaron states.

I don't know if Aaron is being romantic or crazy when he leans in and kisses me!  He gives me a quick kiss and then turns to leave but before he gets out of the room my father stops him.  At that moment, I wonder if my father is going to do something to him.  I think my father is going to reveal his secret identity.

"That thing between your legs.  You see that?"

He looks down.

Aaron is still hard.

Aaron doesn't even respond.  It's beyond awkward.

My father finishes, "If you put that thing anywhere near my son again, I'm going to kill you.  I'm going to kill everyone you know.   Your family.  Your friends.  I'm going to kill you and everyone you've ever met.  I'm going to kill everyone who has ever laid eyes on you.  And when I'm done no one will know that you ever existed in this world."

The threat isn't my father right now.

The threat is Vicious Vigor.

Aaron looks at me and then looks at my father and then he leaves without saying a word.

I'm shocked my father said that to him.  Before I know it, I'm chasing my father out of my room and into the kitchen where he takes a beer like he is some normal guy coming home from work.

"What was that?" I ask him, "What the FUCK was that?"

"It was what it was," he responds to me, closing the fridge door hard.

"A threat?"

"No.  A promise."

"Normal people don't threaten other people like that.  What if he starts suspecting who you are!" I ask, "I care about that boy.  You're ruining my fucking life."

He looks at me and rolls my eyes, "You're an idiot.  You're an idiot if you think for a moment that emotion you're feeling for that boy is real."

"You don't know him."

"I know him," He responds, "I've had one just like him."

"Materias."

My father looks at me, "So those superheroes have been telling you stories, I see.  They'll pay for every syllable."

"More empty threats."

"Empty?" he laughs, "You have no idea what's coming."

"You going to kill more innocent people again?" I ask, "Like the Ellingtons."

"The Ellingtons," he laughs, "I'm sorry did you know these people?  Are you in your feelings about them?"

He's not amused.  He's snide as fuck.  I know the difference.

"You killed Animous," I state, "Or had Motions kill Animous."

I wasn't sure of the relationship between my father and Motions but it was clear Motions was a double agent doing his dirty work.

"I told Motions to send them a message.  He chose Animous."

"He chose the one man I could learn from."

"You don't need Animous.  He was a madman."

"He had my POWER.  Don't you see anything wrong with the fact that your lapdog killed someone who I could learn from?  Don't you think he did it to spite me?" I ask shaking my head in anger that my father isn't getting me, "I don't fucking trust him."

"But you trust Sunbeam's son?" he asks moving towards me like an aggressive bull causing me to take a few quick steps back into the nearest wall.

I stop talking for a moment.  It all becomes clear to me.  He had no issue with Aaron.  He had an issue with his father.

"Was it jealousy?  Were you mad that two people could find love when you couldn't.  That's why you're so fucking bitter isn't it?  You're so bitter because Materias stopped loving you.  You're so bitter because he saw the fucking MONSTER you are..."

I am so angry.  I'm so angry that I don't see it coming.  I don't him swing his arm and hit me.  He hits me so hard that I collapse to the ground.  His arm isn't a regular arm.  It almost felt like metal when he hit me.  It's different from strength.  No. It literally felt like he changed his arm to metal and smacked me with it.

I am on the ground.  I'm unable to move.

That's when my father, this man I fear so much looks down at me and delivers one last threat.

"I am the monster they say I am, son.  Don't ever forget that.  If you fall in love with him; I'll kill you. Don't ever think it's below me to kill someone I love.   I've done it before.  I killed Materias.

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