Hero x Villain // O/O // Closed

Damian watched the cars go by with a small eager yet nervous smile on his face as if everything would be fine. As if Damian and Rowan could pretend to be a normal couple, Damian could pretend to be a normal person. If only it were that simple. Right now, Damian would give anything to ensure his powers didn’t screw up the end of their date—well, probably the end of their relationship as a whole if things go like they did last time. Damian desperately hoped that wouldn’t be the case, even if it may be for the better.

Rowan kept driving. After about twenty minutes, they arrived at Rowan's house. He parked the car, and got out, opening Damian's door for him and holding out his hand. "Come on. Lily's at her parents house, so it's just us." he kissed Damian and pulled him as close as possible.

Damian immediately took Rowan’s hand eagerly and blushed, and was happy to be pulled closer. He wrapped his arms tightly around Rowan’s waist as they walked in. He took a moment to breath Rowan in, unable to stop his smile from growing. Gosh this was by far the best date he’s had in a while, maybe the best date he’s had in his life.

Rowan smiled, letting out a breath. "So. Where to?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Damian. "My room? The living room? The…roof?" he smirked a little, and pressed a kiss to Damian's mouth, wrapping his arms around the other male. He wanted this. Wanted a real relationship that could maybe mean something.

Damian laughed softly and kissed him back while he snuggled his arms around Rowan’s neck. “Maybe your room…?” He mumbled happily, tugging himself closer to Rowan. They were going to do this, they were actually going to do this, maybe this time Damian could control himself, maybe he could learn to shut off his powers and be able to do this with Rowan because gosh… Damian wanted it so, so bad.

Rowan smiled, and picked Damian up with a soft grunt. "Alright. Come on, then." he replied, and started walking through the house and up the stairs. He sighed softly, and opened the door to his room with one hand. Stumbling a little bit since he wasn't used to carrying the full weight of another man, he set Damian down on the bed, then sat down beside him.

Damian heart began pounding in anticipation. He wrapped his legs around Rowan as he was picked up and hugged onto him tightly. He only let go of him as he was sat down on the bed, but even then his hands stayed on Rowan’s arms. Damian leaned closer to the other male, grabbing at his shirt a little to tug him closer. Gosh I need to stop now I can’t let us go further, I’ll ruin it, I’ll ruin it, I’ll ruin it. What am I thinking?

Rowan pulled him closer, kissing him quickly. One of his arms slid around Damian's waist, the other cupping the back of his head. He can't stay in my room all night…I'll hurt him. And I don't want that. He swallowed, and kissed Damian again and again.

Damian kissed him back as he tugged at Rowan’s shirt a little bit more. He kissed the other male a little harder, his emotions overriding his worries for a couple seconds. He wanted this man. He wanted to be wanted by this man. Damian ignored the ache in his side as he pushed himself flush against Rowan’s warm chest and tugged his shirt upwards a little.

Rowan helped Damian take the shirt off, pressing kisses to the other man. To his mouth, to his cheeks, his chin, his neck. Everywhere he could reach, his hands roaming up and down the other male's body. He wanted this. He wanted Damian, he wanted to be loved and cared about. He wanted it so badly.

Damian’s breath became a little heavy when he saw Rowan’s chest and felt those lips go all over his skin. It set him on fire with desperate want, to be able to have something like this. But the increasingly heated moment wasn’t doing any good on his emotions. He felt great, but he was losing his grip on his powers. His body temperature dipped down, and his own hands moved on their own as he grabbed at Rowan’s skin. “Keep me warm…” Damian mumbled, trying to pull himself closer even though they were already as close as possible. His hands found Rowan’s and he directed them towards the hem of his shirt. There was too much clothes in between them. The only problem, however, was that Damian was forgetting about the wound on his side from their earlier fight.

Rowan let out a soft sound as he felt Damian's cold hands all over his skin. He swallowed. "Gladly." He murmured, and then pulled Damian's shirt off. He was too distracted to notice the injury yet, peppering kisses all over the other man's neck and shoulders, his breathing faster than normal.

Damian pressed his chest against Rowan’s, his heart going wild. This wouldn’t be like the last time, he would could keep his powers under control. He angled his neck to give Rowan more access as his cold hands roamed over Rowan’s back, feeling and savoring the muscles beneath. Damian’s heart was practically pounding out of his chest.

(I gtg to bed soon, just a heads up)

Rowan let out a soft breath, pressing his mouth to the crook of Damian's neck. He took a deep breath, running his hands up and down Damian's sides. He felt the wound, and pulled back a little bit. "Damian?" He asked breathlessly. "Are you alright?" He looked at the wound. "How…how did this happen?"

(Ahh cool, I probably should get to. bed soon too lol. Hope you sleep well :)

Damian gave Rowan a confused look until he registered what the male was talking about. His eyes widened in slight panic. “I…” Shit shit shit what the heck am I supposed to tell him? “I- I- it’s nothing, I swear, I just kinda woke up and it was there. No idea where it came from.” It was a horrible lie, even Damian knew that, but he said it and he couldn’t really reverse time, now could he? That would be a much handy power right now, wouldn’t it?

Rowan frowned a little. "That…that doesn't make sense…but…" He bit his lip. "I…" He sighed. "Okay. Are you…is it hurting you?" He asked. "Or…?" He raised an eyebrow a little, eyes scanning Damian's face worriedly. "Do we need to stop?"

Damian bit his lip, looking away with shame clouding his eyes. “It- It does hurt, but…” But Damian wanted this. He didn’t want to stop. “Can we please keep going? I have a large pain tolerance, it’ll be fine…” Damian insisted, because gosh he didn’t want to give up yet, even though he knew he needed to.

Rowan swallowed. "I…alright." he replied softly. "If you say so." he kissed Damian again, softly. "Tell me if we need to stop, okay? No matter what." he wrapped his arms around Damian again, gentle and very, very careful not to touch the wound in the other male's torso. He held him as close as possible.

Damian happily kissed him back as hope sprung up in his chest. “Alright, I will,” Damian replied with a smile and pulled himself up against Rowan. He at least wanted to try, to attempt at something he knew was impossible to get. It didn’t make him want it any less. Damian kissed Rowan and his hands went back to exploring Rowan’s chest and back.

Rowan let out a breath as he felt Damian's cool hands roaming his body, and pulled the other closer, into his lap, mouth tracing over Damian's lips and jaw, down his neck and pressing to his shoulder. His hands rested lightly on Damian's back, his kisses turning more and more heated and wanting as he continued.

Damian wrapped his legs around Rowan. His heart was pounding rapidly with anticipation. Those kisses weren’t helping his slowly decreasing body temperature, but gosh it was getting out of control. That should’ve been enough of a red flag for Damian to stop them right there, but he was greedy. Damian didn’t want to stop. Damian let out a soft noise, almost like a purr of delight, as those kisses only got better, and he tried stretching his neck out as much as he could to give Rowan to best access. He grabbed at Rowan’s hands and pulled them closer, towards his waistband.

Rowan grabbed Damian closer. He moved so that the other male was lying on his back with Rowan above him. He didn't stop kissing him. He felt Damian's waistband at his fingertips, and broke away for a moment, chest heaving as he looked down at Damian. "You sure?" He asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” Damian breathed, feeling as if time stopped around him. The rest of the world no longer mattered. It wasn’t Frost and Reaper, it was Damian and Rowan. No one else to worry about, no news reporters breathed down Damian’s neck. It was just them. I can do this, I’m not going to mess this up this time, I’m not going to end up hurting him.

Rowan nodded, and carefully, gently pulled Damian's pants off of him, throwing them aside. He pressed a kiss to the center of Damian's chest, feeling his own heart pounding with want and need and his own feelings.

(PM? Or timeskip?)

(Lol I’m actually gonna interrupt them, though for later reference would just going to pm be okay with you?)
Damian watched as his pants were pulled off, his temperature taking a sharp dip and- Damian pushed himself away, scrambling to the other side of the bed with eyes hinted by fear and nervousness. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t control his magic. It was just like last time, and Damian honestly didn’t know why he let himself get his hopes up. Last time, his ex had grabbed his pants and his hands had gotten so cold they gave her frostbite—that was were the night abruptly ended, along with their relationship. Damian was pretty sure she still had the scars on her abdomen. He couldn’t do that to Rowan, he couldn’t take that risk of his powers going wild. “I’m sorry,” Damian whispered weakly, curling in on himself and facing away from Rowan.

(lol oof alright. Yeah PM is fine)

Rowan blinked, sitting back and holding his hands up for a moment. "Hey hey hey, woah, it's…it's fine." He said slowly, clearing his throat and sitting down again. "It's alright. It's…it's a little soon to be doing… anything…anyways." he bit his lip, keeping his eyes above Damian's waist, at his head, his face. He didn't want to look any lower.

Damian stayed there, still facing away from Rowan as he reigning in his powers. Gosh he was so close to being found out, what was he thinking? “I’m sorry,” He repeated anyways, still not moving as he fought to push his chaotic emotions away. Damian took a deep breath, then another, before slowly getting up and grabbing his pants, not wasting much time to put them back on. He sat back on the bed away from Rowan and looked downwards in shame. “Can- can we still cuddle?” Damian whispered, not daring look up at Rowan just yet in fear of ridicule.

Rowan let out a breath, and nodded. "Yeah. Come here." He reached out and pulled Damian close, wrapping his arms around him. He was kicking himself. I scared him. That must be it. He looked at me and remembered what I can do, and… He took a deep breath. Forever alone, except for me. Reaper crooned. Rowan clenched his jaw for a moment. Shut up.

Damian happily tumbled into Rowan’s arms as he buried himself away from the world. The reality simply was he’d never be able to do these kinds of things, he’d never be able to go far in a relationship without telling them about his powers. Damian snuggled closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man and pressing his face into his shoulder. He didn’t mind the ache from his side, he could ignore it easily when he could hide in Rowan’s strong arms.