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You could often tell what type of person a hero or villain was by the time of day they were most active. Those who made their moves in the thick of daylight were brash, boisterous, seeking attention and wanting to make a big splash with their every move. The more people who saw them, the happier they were. They were the big-name heroes and villains, the ones who were feared and revered, who made the front page headlines. Then there were those who did the most of their work in the dead of night, stalked the shadows and operated when there were few to see what they did. They tended to avoid the spotlight, fought quickly and without much fanfare or fuss, and didn't stick around the scene of combat long. Certainly, this was not a rule without exceptions, but it tended to be true more often than not.

Night Psiper was one of those who tended to operate at night - obvious from his handle. And he followed the typical trend, staying out of the spotlight; in fact, he went to great lengths to conceal himself from heroes and everyone else. Having psionic powers made this a lot easier, allowing him to operate with near impunity when he acted wisely...of course, he was prone to mistakes just like anyone else, and that was when he got into the most trouble. That had happened just a few weeks ago, and as a consequence he'd been more or less lying low.

Tonight he was out just observing...he liked to watch the city, watch the people, read random minds to get information. It was never easier to gather information than when they weren't aware that they were being probed, and the things he learned were invaluable to his plans; unguarded secrets often led to great heists. Looking into minds posed some risks, though...one could learn things that couldn't be unlearned. Psions needed a rather strong mental constitution, and Night Psiper had spent a long time cultivating his...were he not to protect his internet history, it would have been a biohazard that would have scarred anyone who looked at it.

High up atop a building, he watched the few travelers pass under the streetlights, picking at their brains to see what he could see. Few would notice a causal, superficial probe like he was using - he was basically scanning the surface thoughts, the least protected, ones just floating around or even actively being channeled. Nothing of major importance was really coming to him this time...a couple people worried about their finances and having a stash in mind, but petty theft was something he'd already grown out of; a younger woman worried about being sexually assaulted, and at the same time harboring a secret fetish for it that was causing some heavy cognitive dissonance; and one man's thoughts were just completely overtaken by his cats. Well, not every fishing expedition bore fruit. At least there were no especially sensitive people who might have noticed...that had nearly gotten him in a spot of bother more than a few times, and it was frustrating because there was no way to know whether they were sensitive before you probed them. The only sign was actually testing them and getting a response.

He was just about to call it a wash and head back to his base for the night, thinking he would maybe lounge around or send dirty texts to Gerald, when he sensed a presence coming his direction. It wasn't flying, but it was up on the rooftops, and there were very few non-powered individuals who spend a significant amount of time up there. He turned towards the direction of the approaching figure, expecting that he was the target; if there was no one else around, surely that wasn't a bad bet.

Sure enough, he saw a figure approaching him, leaping from building to building with exceptional agility. He watched as it landed on the building he was currently stationed on, landing confidently and standing up straight. Though it was dark, Night Psiper could tell it was human, male, and young, probably only eighteen or nineteen. An apprentice, most likely, though usually more often called 'sidekicks.' “Fancy meeting a stranger like you out here. I don't suppose you're coming around for a chat?"

“The only chat we need is where I'm going to bring you to turn you in, villain." He spoke with a very bold tone, as if he was rather experienced, though it also had a brashness that spoke more strongly to _in_experience. “I know who you are, Night Psiper, and you've been allowed to run around too long. I'm going to put a stop to that, right here, right now."

“Are you, then?" Night Psiper wasn't exactly concerned; it wouldn't be the first hero who challenged him one-on-one, and he'd rarely come out second best - usually when he did, they'd nullified his powers, or it had been another psion with powers to match his own. He could already tell neither of those were in play here, so the human's confidence was rather unwarranted. Though that, too, wouldn't be anything unusual. “Well, you might start by telling me who you are, so I know who to be quaking in my boots over."

“Are you patronizing me?"

“Why, whatever would I do that for?"

He could see the scowl on the wannabe hero's face. “Whatever...you can just call me your worst nightmare, because that's what I'm gonna be!"

“No, I don't think so...let's see...ah, so you're referred to as Kid Avenger, sidekick to the Moon Avenger, but you'd prefer to be called Deathmark or something like that because you hate how sidekicky your handle is. But your actual name is Peter, which you hate even more because of how 'uncool' it sounds. Hm, I could also grab your home address and social security number…"

“Shut up! Stop it!"

“Why? Identity theft is popular these days. Especially with shapeshifters, I had one try to take mine once, forced him into the form of a slime mold for a year as punishment. No idea it would lead to the whole 'intelligent slime mold' thing, though, that was completely accidental."

The wannabe hero was clearly getting angrier by the second. “Do you even take this seriously? You're a fucking villain, do you even care?"

Night Psiper flashed him a grin. “Oh, sure. I just don't take you seriously. Nor have you given me reason to. You're in over your head, kid, you're not ready for something like this."

“Don't give me that shit! I've been trained for years by one of the top-notch heroes out there! I've got powers enough to make me able to take on anyone!"

“Yeah, but you're not good at it, otherwise you wouldn't be a sidekick. I'd say you probably haven't learned nearly enough to be able to succeed on your own...you might survive, but you won't win. And I suspect that's what the Moon Avenger and others have told you as well, judging by how harshly your mind responds to that."

“Stop reading my mind, you shithead!"

“Do you even know what a psion is? Face it, kid, you're out of your league. Go home before you get hurt."

“Fuck you! I'm gonna take you down!" He broke into a run, charging full-bore towards Night Psiper, intent on taking him to the ground and laying into him...the snake let him get within a couple yards before his mind locked up the human's body, freezing him immediately in place. He could see Peter trying to move, unable to budge more than the tiniest bit. “The hell?"

“I did warn you." Night Psiper walked around him casually, admiring his own handiwork. “I've been at this longer than you have, Peter, and I'm a lot better at it than you are at what you do. You're just a hot-headed teenager who doesn't know his limits, and you're not a threat to me, or to anyone except yourself and perhaps your mentor at this point."

“S-shut up! And don't call me that! Call me-"

“I'm calling you what I want," Night Psiper cut him off. “And I'm gonna call you by your real name. Because right now, you're no hero. You're not even a sidekick. You're not anything." He was back around to the front now, leering into the suddenly stricken teen's eyes. “You're not even in your actual costume...just something you scraped together, because I'm guessing you didn't want the Moon Avenger finding out you went out on your own. You're just pretending to be something, but I'm not in the mood for pretend."

“Let me go…" Peter's voice had definitely lost a fair bit of its intensity, as he was realizing he was in a stickier situation than he expected. It shouldn't have gone like this, how was a small-time villain like this so strong? If he was this powerful, he should've been a lot more well-known and feared. He didn't think the heroes took him seriously, he saw them even hanging out at times...he was supposed to be an easy target.

“Let you go? What, so you can throw a punch at me? I think not. You need to learn a lesson...start to understand why you're not ready for this. You wanted to play with the big boys...well, maybe you need to learn how the big boys play. Maybe then you'll take this seriously."

“Wh-what do you mean? What are you going to do?"

“For one, give you a lesson as to why just because you're invulnerable doesn't mean I can't do anything to you. Your boss probably knows this very well, but I doubt you've listened to him...so confident in your inability to be damaged, but you don't even know what damage is." His voice was low, threatening, but he was playing it up a bit...he had no intention of doing anything too extreme to the human, he wasn't that kind of guy. How lucky for Peter that he wasn't, because not all villains would have been so kind…well, maybe “kind" was the wrong word.

Still, it was having the right effect; Peter looked pretty scared now, and was starting to really understand the perils of his position. He got even more nervous when he saw the snake's eyes light up, a bright flash rushing from them and filling the air around them - though only visible to the two of them, completely intangible to the streetwalkers below. The human's eyes shut tight to try to block out the flash as much as possible, though he could feel something rush over his body...he feared the worst, but there wasn't any pain, no sign of anything wrong with him...at least, not his body. But the coolness of the air over him did tell him something, a fact only confirmed when he opened them up. “The hell! What'd you do with my clothes, man?"

“I sent them back where they belong, in your room. You'll be back there soon enough yourself, but not before I've had my fun." He grinned as he saw Peter's eyes widen in shock upon landing in him - he too was unclothed, having done the same nifty trick on himself, though with a different destination. He was already getting nice and primed for action, just the kind he enjoyed most - well, excluding anything with Gerald.

“You're crazy man! What are you, some kind of pervert?!"

“Deep down most of us are. But think about it...if you can't damage your enemy's body, how else are you going to demonstrate your superiority? It goes back to the primal parts of ourselves...physical displays of dominance that are as old as animal life itself. This sort of thing is so common between our kind, it's a shock you haven't learned about it already. Well, you'll get to know it now."

“Uh-uh, no way! You stay away from me, you crazy snake!" But Peter's words were being undermined by his thoughts, as well as his body. It was hardly difficult for Night Psiper to sense the arousal growing within him - he was, after all, in the prime of his life, and the adrenaline rush did funny things to people. And he had the sense that he had the kind of physique that got to Peter quite nicely. The end sum was that he could see the human's cock rising despite his protests, and conflict in his mind keeping him from being totally freaked out over it. Which was good - he wanted to teach a lesson, not break him entirely.

“I don't think you get a say in this anymore. Perhaps once you've felt this you'll get an idea of what goes on in this world you want to be a part of. Let's see if you're still so brash after that." Night Psiper strode around to Peter's backside, taking in the sight of him. He was certainly fit, but not especially physically developed, a clear sign of someone who hadn't put a lot of time into building himself up. If he was going for agility rather than power, that would've been fine, but his was a strength boost, and he seemed to be reliant on the superpower. That wouldn't do, either, but that wasn't his jurisdiction; Moon Avenger would have to deal with that, if he wasn't already. Still, it was pretty easy on the eyes for a human, and that was all that mattered here. His hands started rubbing all over the stilled human, teasing him in just the places he could sense got the most response.

“Ngh...s-stop…" The wavering voice had little impact behind it; indeed, it seemed a struggle just to try to deny him. Another quick peek told Night Psiper that the boy was a virgin, a bit too divorced from his classmates to pick up a real relationship with his peers. If that didn't change, this type of thing could become his sexual norm...for some heroes, and some villains for that matter, it was all the action they got. He didn't judge, but it was unquestionably more risky, and their kind of lifestyle was risky enough already.

He lined himself up with Peter's asshole, feeling him clench to try to dissuade him. His strength was formidable, he could tell just from that motion, but Psion had that trick himself, and with a little mental shift ramped up his own strength well past what Peter could have put up. The human could no doubt feel it in his amplified grip, and had barely a moment to process it before the snake drove in, burying his twin shafts in to the hilt in one go.

It felt like a punch in the gut to Peter...which was to say, not as bad as he might've thought, and not as bad as he wanted it to feel. His hole was stretched rather ruthlessly around those two poles, giving him a sensation back there he'd never felt before, and they pounded in and out of him without any real resistance thanks to the snake's sudden surge of strength. Redness crept into his face as he found his body responding to the treatment, much more than he wanted to admit. It wasn't right to let a villain do this to him, he tried to tell himself that, but he'd been wanting SOMEONE to do it to him for a while, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit that to anyone. The snake was giving him something he craved, and he couldn't keep the moans from ringing out into the air, an obvious concession to his captor.

“Haah...someone's getting into it…" Night Psiper teased, only adding to the human's humiliation. He could sense Peter's conflicted feelings very clearly, and had no intention of clearing them up - it wouldn't be any fun if he didn't enjoy it at all, but this was about teaching him a lesson. “Not so big and tough now, are you? Maybe you'll think twice about acting like an idiot next time if you know what's coming to you." He drove in harder, deliberately prodding at Peter's most sensitive spots inside him. The cry from the human was delicious, an unbidden note of pleasure that he immediately tried to shut up. “Too late, you can't take that back. Just be glad I'm not forcing you to tell me how much you like it, because I could very easily do that."

Peter didn't respond to that, he didn't really want to give the snake the validation. But he already knew the snake could tell his feelings, and that made things all the worse; he KNEW Peter was liking it on some level, and he was taking advantage of that fact. And worse, that was only feeding into his arousal...his cock was throbbing, aching, needing release, and he didn't want to surrender that, but it was seeming less and less likely that he could manage to hold it off. If Moon Avenger saw him now...if he even suspected anything like this had happened, he'd never live it down.

His only hope of salvaging some pride was outlasting Night Psiper...but the serpent had infuriating longevity, even at the pace he was going. Driving his dual dicks deep into the human's hole, each thrust burying all he had into him, Night Psiper was getting one of the best villain ruts he'd had in quite a while, and he was in no hurry to end it. He could've used just a little mental prodding to make Peter's resistance flag, but he wanted an organic victory, and he certainly shouldn't have had to cheat against a novice like this. He just savored the act, and the thrill of bringing down a wannabe hero, even one as naïve as this.

It soon proved to be too much for Peter. The pleasure overpowered him, overloaded his senses, overcame the want to deny Night Psiper his satisfaction...with a strangled cry he came, shooting his seed hard out onto the building top, the force of it sending it meters out before splattering to the ground. He burned crimson at the clear surrender to his captor, his body could've stopped it but on some level he had wanted to give in, wanted to let the villain have his way...there was no greater proof that he wasn't ready, that he didn't have the chops to be the hero yet. All he was good for was amusing them and playing their bitch, and all he deserved was their spunk in his ass, showing the world where he belonged.

A moment later that's just what he got, as Night Psiper drove in one last time and began unloading inside him, his twin cocks making a rather rapid mess of his insides with his reptilian seed. Peter could feel it shooting into him, hot and sticky, every shot touching him at a depth he couldn't clean...his shame was compounded as he felt his orgasm continue through this defiling, pleasure not receding despite the circumstances. He'd stopped even trying to struggle, futile though it was, it had been some kind of resistance against him...but now he didn't have any, he let the snake finish taking his victory at his own leisure.

Finally Night Psiper pulled out, letting his seed dribble out slowly from the used asshole. His hold on Peter ended, and the human's shaky legs sent him falling to the surface, panting hard and trying his hardest not to look at the snake that had beaten him. Naturally, Night Psiper didn't care; he knew he'd gotten through to the human, there was definitely a change in his mentality. “Now you know what happens. Better get used to the idea because it happens a lot...if you're actually competent, you might be on the other side of it. But you're not even close to there yet...and if you ever want to be, you'll actually listen to those who know the score."

Without another word, he teleported the teen off back to his house, sending him after the clothes he'd already warped there. He spent a few more minutes up on the rooftop, coming down from his round of fun in the crispness of the fresh air. The night hadn't been so boring after all, maybe his fishing hadn't yielded anything but sometimes the best catches came to you, not the other way around. Smirking, he warped his way back to his own place, his last thought before he left contemplating whether Moon Avenger wanted another bout with him...