Super Hero vs Super Villain one-on-one? (closed)

“You’d look great in anything. Even that,” Marcos said with a chuckle, looking at the way too short dress on a mannequin.

Justin looked at the mannequin. “You know I would look great in that.” He smirked, raising his eyebrows.

Marcos blushed, “Well, you can work anything. Even a dress.” A dress that was way too short. Marcos couldn’t even decide if he wanted to see Justin in that dress or didn’t want to see him in that dress. Marcos blushed furiously at the thought.

Justin walked over the The rack behind the dress and grabbed one.

Marcos’ face turned a deep red, mostly because of how much he wanted to see Justin in that short dress, and asked quietly, “A-Are you sure you want to try that on?”

“Yup.” He walked into the dressing room and changed, stepping out of the dressing room.

Marcos’ eyes widened when he saw Justin in that dress. Nearly all of his legs were showing, and oh gosh darn- Marcos’ face was redder than a tomato, redder than humanly possible as he stared at Justin.

Justin acted like he was on a runway, posing for imaginary cameras.

“Eep,” Marcos let out a small noice as Justin posed. It looked as if the dress got shorter every time Marcos looked at it. A bold thought appeared in Marcos’ head, one he couldn’t ignore. He stood and grabbed Justin’s hands, moving them to cover Justin’s eyes, “Don’t peek.”

“What?” Justin froze confused of what he was going to do.

“Just close your eyes,” Marcos laughed and stepped into the racks, picking out a little something for himself to try on before going to the changing room with it. He slipped it on and walked out in front of Justin, “Now look.”
Marcos had picked out his own too short dress, one that complemented Justin’s. Marcos was blushing furiously, but spun around in front of Justin.

"You look lovely." Justin laughed. "But unless we're going to buy the dresses we should take them off. They're very picky."

Marcos blushed even more yet still laughed, “Yeppers. But I might need you to unzip the dress, I had a hard enough time getting mine on when I was by myself,” Marcos walked into the changing room, waiting for Justin to follow so he could help get Marcos out of his dress.

Justin followed him into the dressing room. He grabbed the zipper but didn't unzip it. "Are you sure you want me to help you?"

“I mean, it seemed the most logical and I can help you with yours or-“ Marcos suddenly realized what Justin was talking about and turned a deep red, “Oh.”

"You are the most modest person I know. That's why I'm asking. So do you sti need help?"

“I-“ Marcos definitely needed help unzipping. He tried to reach back and grab at the zipper, “Am I close to reaching it?” He was pretty sure he wasn’t even past his shoulder.

(Gtg, see you later :)

"Nope." Justin unzipped the dress helping him. "I can leave now if you want."

Marcos turned to look at Justin, then kissed him, murmuring, “Thank you, Justin, I love you…” Just with how Justin didn’t push him made Marcos feel safe. He hugged Justin tightly and kissed him again.

Justin hugged him back. "I love you too…"

“Like I said you’re perfect, Justin. At least your perfect for me,” Marcos added, resting his forehead against Justin’s.

"See…" Justin smiled. "You're perfect for me. And that's all that matters."

“Mmmm…” Marcos hummed, just holding Justin and feeling his warmth, “We should probably actually get changed.”

"Ya." Justin sheds the dress starting to put on his clothes.

Marcos blush and turned away, but shed his own dress and changed shyly. Once he was back in his clothes he slid out of the changing room, heat still on his face, but he felt better. He leaned against the wall, not staring at anything particular when he said, “Thank you for taking me out Justin, I really needed something since I’d been cooped up in the hospital for so long.”

Justin followed him out. "It's no problem."

“I feel like I need to buy something since I’ve been here so long with you,” Marcos laughed, mostly at the fact that he couldn’t but anything in this store.

"Ok." Justin walks over to the nearest display and picks up a sweater. "Do you like it? We could get matching ones."

The sweater did look really nice, and he liked it as much as the outfit he had seen walking in. He chewed his lip shyly, “I do, but you really don’t have to buy it for me, Justin.”

Justin didn't pay attention to anything he instead grabbed to sweaters and went up to go pay.