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It was another slow night for the superhero Typhoon, absently flying his patrol route around the city, the only sound he could hear being that of the little vortexes he'd summoned to fly far above the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below.

There hadn't been any major villain attacks in his sector tonight, nor any of the ones nearby, so he had been left with a lot of time to stew in his abject boredom. Being a superhero meant even experiences that would get even a hardcore thrill-seeker almost dead from a heart attack were just another Tuesday, which in turn meant having nothing to do was even more boring for him compared to even most normal people.

It was in this state of mind-numbness that his wrist-comm went off, and Typhoon lightning quick to check the message that had come through; anything to get his mind off of the lack of action. And indeed, the message was enough to get his heart pounding in anticipation. But it was far from the reason one would think.

Typing a quick reply, Typhoon spent the rest of his watch brimming with nervousness and excitement in large quantities, now having something to look forward to once he was done with his shift; and boy, it was something.

After checking out with the hero set to take over his shift, as well as the Hero's agency, the anemokinetic (basically like an airbender) cat flew off- but not toward his own home. Instead, he made his way to the city's east side, its poorest district, an area infamous for its crime and criminals.

Making sure to keep out of sight of any of the major hotspots he knew of, Typhoon aimed for an old and dilapidated brick building. Once a grand and luxurious hotel, the building had long since been abandoned and left to rot- on the outside, at least.

The teal and black spandex-clad and masked cat darted down, beelining for the balcony of what was the penthouse, before gently landing on its stone floor.

Here, Typhoon took a deep breath and swallowed nervously, his tail twitching along with his emotions. Then, he raised his and knocked firmly on the door. Almost instantly, the door clicked and swung open. Trying his hardest to tamp down on his anxiety (and failing), the feline hero walked through and closed the door behind him.

"I'm here," he called out into the seemingly deserted penthouse.

It only took a moment for a response to come out of the darkness of the room.

A silhouette coalesced where there hadn't been one before, broken up only by a pair of bright spots that represented eyes, which began moving toward him. This would have scared a lesser person, but Typhoon had long since gotten used to it, as well as the person that silhouette belonged to.

"Ahh, my dear... you're finally back," the shadow covered figure crooned gladly. "I hope nothing too... crazy happened?"

"N-no, nothing happened, no need to worry," the cat was quick to reassure him, even as his spine pleasantly shivered at the sound of the other's voice; it had been such a long time since he'd gotten to enjoy and listen to it...

"Good," the figure pronounced deeply. "Can't have anyone ruining our well-deserved reunion now, after all, can we?"

Typhoon could only shake his head in affirmation (if anyone were to see the two of them together like this, it'd be a disaster), his voice failing him when the shadow clad person finally came under the illumination provided by the rays of moonlight streaming through a window, revealing a tall, lithe and unarguably gorgeous puma, wearing nothing but sweatpants and a tank top.

After so long of being too busy to see him again, the white, airbending cat was more than overjoyed at the sight, especially after having no one else to look at but other heroes as of late. Sure, there were a fair share of attractive heroes, but none of them were what he wanted... not like the person in front of him.

The puma stepped forward, wrapping the smaller feline in a tender embrace that Typhoon was all too eager to return.

"I've missed you..." the puma whispered into his ear, tickling the fur in it such that his spine shivered again.

"I missed you too..." the hero whispered back. "I was just-"

"I know, I know," the larger cat chuckled fondly, "Hero business, eh?"

Before Typhoon could respond, the puma leaned in and kissed him. Hard.

As if to make up for their extended separation, the bigger feline was kissing him like a fur thirsting for water, his strong tongue pushing through his teeth, into his mouth, pushing against his own tongue. Typhoon was more than willing to kiss back, pressing his tongue against the puma's, letting them dance passionately together, as his hands and the other feline's ran up and down the other's bodies, feeling each other, regaining their familiarity with their bodies after such a long time without their touch. It was enough to make the white cat's heart pound from the intensity of it.

Eventually though, they had to break apart, to come up for air. Still, the long rope of saliva that connected their mouths was more than enough to get Typhoon in the mood for... something more. Judging from the half-lidded eyes and smirk the puma was giving him now, the feeling was definitely mutual.

The bigger cat chuckled again. "Someone's certainly eager..." He grinned at him. "How about I help you get down to... our business?"

Typhoon nodded obediently, as the puma's hand reached out. He did nothing, as the bigger cat smoothly pulled his mask off, revealing his entire face; after all, this wasn't the first time he'd done this. And besides... his lover was already maskless, despite his "profession".

"So good to see you again... my Gale."

"Missed you too... Adrian."

Adrian Reynes, also known as the Phantom of the Shadows, or the Phantom's Shadow, or just the Phantom, for short, was a puma with shadow jumping powers. Basically, it allowed him to travel anywhere wherever there was a shadow, from one shadow to another, with seemingly infinite range. However, it wasn't his powers that made him notorious, but what he did with them.

Specifically, breaking into and robbing the homes and bank vaults of some of the richest and most powerful people in the city, the nature of his powers meaning he was almost the perfect criminal, able to bypass almost any security system, leaving behind little evidence aside from the lucky camera shot and footage here and there, and even then those were rare. Whenever someone was robbed, with little evidence to show for it aside from the missing valuables, people often blamed the Phantom, even if it might not have been.

As such, he had been declared a high-priority villain and menace by the media and Hero's agency, an extremely valuable target for any hero to capture, owing to the ridiculously high bounty set on his head, though his shadow abilities made such an endeavour extremely difficult, even for the heroes who could manipulate light and potentially disrupt his powers and means of escape.

His designated villain status, however, was tempered by the fact that there were just as many accounts of the Phantom distributing the spoils of his heists with the poorer denizens of the city's lower class neighbourhoods and slums. Of course, since most of the city's mainstream media was funded and sponsored by the rich and powerful who had been robbed, they were highly incentivised to consistently paint a negative image of the shadow jumper anyway.

The city's lower classes, the ones who benefitted from The Phantom's deeds, were having none of it, loudly and publicly proclaiming their support for the so-called "villain", both on the streets and on the internet, calling out the major news networks and their wealthy backers for their biases. As such, the Phantom of the Shadows found a loyal support base that rivalled even some of the more popular heroes to back him up... and to harbour him. Hence his "lair" being located where it was.

As for how Typhoon, real name Gale, a superhero, paragon and upholder of justice and the law, came to become the lover of one of the most wanted villains in the city... Well, that was something to think about for another time.

For now... the white cat was about to have one hell of a reunion celebration.

Gale didn't know exactly when, or how, they made it to Adrian's bedroom, or when his boots and socks had come off, considering how both of them were busy roughly and hungrily kissing each other, but they did, Adrian pushing him and making out with him against the bedroom door as the puma blindly reached for the handle.

When the door opened, the two felines stumbled briefly, but they both were able to right themselves, continuing on with their heated tongue-kissing, until the back of Gale's legs ran into the frame of Adrian's bed, almost tripping them over again. Thankfully, the shadow jumping puma caught him before that happened, breaking the kiss in the process.

Now, they stood in the darkened room, panting and staring deeply, longingly into each other's luminous eyes, panting from the length and intensity of their kisses, their desire for each other.

"Let's help you out of that suit..." Adrian spoke huskily, his eyes speaking volumes on what he wanted.

Gale was more than happy to help guide Adrian's hands to his suit's zipper, his heart and body shaking with anticipation as his torso was exposed to the cool air of the room, followed quickly by his legs, as Adrian flung the now unneeded suit into a corner. As the puma put his eyes back on him, Gale saw his eyes widen, before he grinned.

"I'm surprised you were brave enough to wear all that, underneath all that spandex..."

Blushing, Gale shyly bit out, "They reminded me of you, and I missed you a lot, so..."

Adrian chuckled fondly. "I'm glad to hear that... and you look so incredibly beautiful in them too..."

What the puma was referring to were several things. One of them was the collar around his neck, complete with a D-ring and a black heart accessory hanging from it. It was still thin and small enough to escape notice, even when covered in skin-tight spandex, but to say that Gale had been a little nervous having it on around the other heroes, even with the suit covering it, was an understatement. Still, he'd put it on, and doing so had given him a strange sense of... excitement.

The other ones were the sheer black lace panties wrapped around his hips... and the stainless steel chastity cage that was prominently outlined by the tight lace that barely covered it. The former two had been gifts sent by the puma to his hero lover, with said hero's consultation, while the former...

The chastity cage had been Adrian's idea, to give Gale something to remember him by in the time they'd be busy, and Gale had agreed to it. Needless to say, Gale hadn't forgotten him at all over all this time, though he was far from minding it. In fact, he'd liked it a lot, even if his superhero biology made it such he was far more horny than any regular person, insatiably so, pent up with no way of relief with the cage on; it made him think of Adrian that much more. He felt the chastity cage was a very intimate gift from the puma besides, and he actually enjoyed being so horny for his puma lover, especially when they had video calls together.

Speaking of which, the puma had swiftly taken off all his clothes... revealing a hard and throbbing cock, eager to get some action. Gale's own caged dick twitched in arousal at the sight, and the white cat's tail was quivering in anticipation.

With a swift and sudden move (another reason the Phantom was so hard to capture were his impressive hand-to-hand skills), Gale found himself lying on the puma's bed, with said puma above him, his eyes glowing and his mouth curled in a lustful expression that had Gale's heart beating even faster.

Adrian briefly reached over to one of the side tables, before returning with a bottle of lube, a pair of keys... and a leash, the latter of which he quickly locked onto his collar.

"I hope you're ready, kitty, because I've just about had it with waiting..."

Swallowing, his throat dry, the white cat went for a more playful response, "Do your worst."

Grinning, Adrian huskily said back, "With pleasure."

He unceremoniously pulled Gale's panties off, throwing them where the suit had gone, before leaning back and admiring Gale, now lying completely naked save for his collar and his chastity cage, his eyes roving over every inch of him, his eyes lingering on said collar and chastity cage. The extended attention left Gale squirming, feeling a little embarrassed at how intense the look of desire in Adrian's eyes, eyes aimed directly at him, was.

Thankfully, the puma finally broke off from his admiration of Gale, and set about applying the required lube, slathering it all over his big, big cock, before lifting the smaller cat's legs over his shoulders to better access his hole, then pushing his lubed-up fingers into his tailhole, slowly, teasingly, one by one, letting him warm up for what was to come, the puma's fingers regularly curling in, pressing against Gale's prostate just perfectly.

The stimulation was enough to have the white cat moaning needily, his body arching, his cock futilely straining against its cage as a surprising amount of precum drooled out. That last one did not go unnoticed by Adrian, as he ran a finger up the tip of the cage, the finger coming out heavily drenched in the fluid.

"Someone's clearly productive," the shadow jumper teased as he wiped the precum on Gale's mouth, letting the white cat taste his own precum, which he did, licking it obediently.

"Good boy," Adrian happily crooned as Gale ate the precum that was offered to him, the praise leaving the smaller cat flustered and aroused, if the renewed twitching of his cage was any indication.

Eventually, Adrian seemed satisfied that he'd loosened Gale up enough, removing his fingers from his lover's hole, the smaller cat mewling plaintively at the sudden emptiness.

"Don't worry, kitty... you'll have much more than that to look forward to..."

With that reassurance, Adrian plunged his eager member into Gale's now prepped hole, easily sliding in. Instantly, both parties moaned out loud, the sensation of fucking each other for the first time in weeks a blessed relief from the drought they'd both gone through.

Not wasting any time, Adrian rapidly began to start pounding his hero kitty, plunging his cock deep and hard, directly into where he knew Gale's prostate was. Adrian knew how well he struck each and every time from how loud and leaky Gale was, his moans reverberating throughout the penthouse, his caged dick throbbing like there was no tomorrow and spilling out ropes and ropes of precum into a rapidly forming pool on his torso.

The puma, glancing at the leash in his hand, tightened his grip on it, pulling it hard to bring Gale's face up to his. The white cat didn't have much time to be confused or shocked at the movement before Adrian was pressing his lips against his, making out once more as the "villain" (or was it anti-hero?) insatiably thrust his hips into his, making the airbending cat moan pleasantly into the puma's mouth.

They went like this more what felt like hours, but was closer to minutes, deeply and heatedly kissing each other, breaking away only to catch their breaths, all the while with Adrian relentlessly fucking Gale while his hands worked on the smaller cat's sensitive nipples, pulling and pinching them every which way, both cats moaning with pleasure as they made out and made love with unbridled want and desire, a desperate need and longing, formed from weeks of no physical contact, all of it rapidly building up to a truly super climax.

In the middle of their lovemaking, Gale got up the courage (and breath) to try and start teasing and goading the bigger cat. Mostly by subtly making a joking reference to another character whose "title" was quite similar to Adrian's.

"Ah-ah- All that entry- and no organ strike? Come on, you're wasting such a perfect opportunity here! Who's your stage manager, because I wanna- talk some sense into him!"

The puma looked up, briefly perplexed, before understanding what his lover was getting at. He grinned, and lowly growled, "Oh yeah? Well, I certainly hope you're ready for this next performance, because you're gonna be the soprano prima donna for this one..."

True to his word, Adrian gave Gale the organ strike he wanted, and made the smaller cat sing. It wasn't quite soprano, but it was beautiful, nonetheless.

After that little tease, both cats hardly spoke or said anything, aside from the pleasured cries and pleas for more that were typical of any lovemaking session. Then, several more minutes later...

"Ahh-ahh, Adrian..." Gale loudly cried out.

"What is it... my cute kitty..." Adrian breathlessly said.

"I'm- I think I- I'm gonna- oh fuckkkkk..."

"What? What are you going to do?"

"I- I think I'm gonna- cum!"

"Really?" The surprise was evident in Adrian's voice, if not how his eyes had widened. "Even with your cage on?"

"It- it feels... really, really good... it feels so good..." Gale moaned out in mind numbing pleasure. "The cage... fuck, it's so sensitive..."

Grinning now, Adrian leaned in and asked him, "So... does that mean you can cum in your cage, kitty?"

"Ah-ah- I- I think so!"

That last word had been accentuated as Adrian thrust back in again, Gale yelping as he did so. Looking down at the sheer amount of precum that had leaked out from Gale's trapped and horny dick, the puma made a decision.

"Alright then," he said with a salacious smile, "let's see what happens if I don't use the keys for this..."

With that, Adrian redoubled his thrusts, humping Gale with unprecedented ferocity, making sure to always aim for the cat's prostate, a surefire way to get Gale's pleasure up through the roof, and if the louder moans and the sounds of begging and affirmation were any indication, it was definitely working.

"A-Adrian, I- I think I'm... I'm really close, fuck... please don't stop, please-"

"You're close, huh?" Adrian grunted back. He too was getting close, and the image of Gale cumming while still wearing his cage was not helping him slow down. "Well then, cum for me kitty- you've earned it!"

Thrusting even harder and faster now, Adrian looked as Gale's moans gradually built up to a crescendo, his back arching more and more, until-

"Fuck, I'm cumming-"

The white cat could only cry that out before his caged cock stiffened, then began shooting out load after load of pent up cum through the metal trapping it, spilling all over onto his stomach, then onto the bed as it overflowed.

Sure enough, the unbelievably hot sight was enough to set the puma off, and for the next several moments, he desperately and roughly pounded Gale as he rode through his own orgasm, filling the white cat to overflowing with his seed. Slowly, his thrusts died down, and Adrian collapsed onto the bed next to Gale.

For a while, it was quiet as the two felines caught their breath from all their exertions. Once Adrian got his breath back, he turned to look at Gale, only to find a... strange expression on the white feline's face, one that the puma found had him feeling... concerned.

"Gale?" Slowly, the hero cat looked up into his eyes. "Is there... something up?"

For a moment, Gale only stared back at him, before sighing.

"It's just... I guess it hasn't hit me before, but... I'm a hero, and... you're a villain." He held up a hand to preempt anything Adrian would say. "One of the most wanted villains. And yet... I'm- I'm in love with you. Head over heels, if you don't mind me saying. And you're in love with me. I feel more comfortable with you than with most of the other heroes, and we're supposed to be enemies, for crying out loud!"

Taking a breath from that, Gale went on. "I think... I think it's because of how... how so many heroes I know turn out to be jerks, only trying to maintain their reputations, chasing clout, instead of actually helping people, and... I just hate it! I hate how these assholes are revered and protected as heroes, no matter what they did wrong, and the ones who do try to do something to help, do some good, they get bashed on the media and get called "villains", just because they stepped on the wrong toes, and it... it's just- so fucking confusing."

Gale had turned his head down as he ranted, before he looked back up, and Adrian was shocked to see the shine of tears in his eyes.

"I just... I just can't help but think... Is this what being a hero is like? Is this what... being a hero is supposed to feel like? Because it fucking sucks!"

Adrian was a little shocked at this outburst, but he couldn't say he didn't understand where he was coming from. He himself had thought about it many times in his years of robbing rich and influential assholes, when he reminisced about the circumstances that led him to carry those things out. He'd long since accepted things wouldn't change, not without something cataclysmic happening first.

He responded slowly, "I know it's... confusing for you. And I know how infuriating it all is. Believe me, I've been there. But I think..." He looked directly into Gale's eyes, his voice more serious than before, "I think... What you do, staying true to yourself, showing everyone how much of a good guy you really are, I think those are what matters. Your actions can make a difference, can have meaning. So sticking to your guns... I think that's key to being a real hero. You don't have to care about the clout-chasing dipshits, the careless and callous assholes out there. What matters is what you do, and I think... I think that's enough."

For a few more moments, Gale silently stared back at him, his eyes wide but still teary, before he moved his body closer and wrapped his arms around him. The puma stiffened slightly, but was quick to return his distraught lover's embrace.

"Thank you, babe..." the smaller cat mumbled, his head pressed up against the bigger cat's chest. "I needed that..."

Looking back up at Adrian's face, the airbending feline said, "Sorry about that, it's just..."

"Shhh," the puma quietened him. "No need to apologise for anything, kitty. I understand where you're coming from. And yes, post nut clarity certainly does things to a person, even a superhero."

Gale giggled at that, before tightening his embrace, cuddling Adrian as much as he could. The puma could only smile, and leave a light but tender kiss on the white feline's forehead, while he slowly, soothingly stroked Gale's back, as he watched the anemokinetic hero's eyelids begin to shut, his breathing already slowing into a sleeping pace.

"Good night, Gale..." the puma said quietly.

"Good night, Adrian..." the white cat sleepily murmured. Adrian chuffed fondly at that.

As the two of them slipped into slumber, exhausted from their superhero level reunion sex, both of them were aware that things had changed, and would continue to change, between them. Both of them were also sure that, whatever happened... they'd go through it and figure it out, together.

For now... both felines were content to enter the land of dreams, wrapped securely in each other's arms, until the sun rose...