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[b][u][center]Super Secrets Exposed

Part 2

For crtiicalshot1239

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Henry woke up to find the bed empty. The snow leopard chuckled, shaking his head as he rolled onto his back, then to the side of the bed. No surprise, really; an orgasm always let him sleep through the night and the alarm, since Luis woke up faster than he did. He was all but sure that his husband was in the shower already, cleaning up for the day ahead and hurrying through it so that there was nothing holding them back later.

Normally, he would stay in bed for a bit longer, enjoying the residual heat from his husband’s body and the gentle scent of their den, but he had plans for the day, and those plans required that he get started. Now.

With a grunt, he climbed out of bed and walked down the hall. Just as expected, the sound of running water greeted him as he got closer to the bathroom. He nudged the door open, making sure to stay quiet, and smiled around the corner as he saw the husky under the falling water.

[i]Never gonna get old…[/i]

It was a view that he had adored since the first time he’d seen the other man naked. Despite being taller than him, broader, and overall bigger, Luis always projected this sense of…

Well, vulnerability was the only way that Henry could describe it. The husky never had that hunched-over look of a whipped dog, but there were always other things, little things, that made it clear that he was never entirely comfortable being exposed. Henry didn’t know why – he guessed it was something about feeling vulnerable, feeling less, not knowing what to do – but it was a real shame.

Because the black and white dog looked absolutely amazing.

He shook his head, creeping in and shutting the door in absolute silence. The soft humming from his husband continued as he opened the glass door to the large shower, and it was only when he clicked it shut behind him that Luis whipped around and –

“Shh.”

Henry tapped his finger against his husband’s lips, smiling as he stood on his tiptoes to steal a kiss afterward.

“What are you doing here?” Luis whispered.

“I thought I’d join you in cleaning up.”

“But – I –”

“I know, you like to do it alone, but…indulge me?”

“…Okay…but you owe me a treat for breakfast.”

“Heh, I’m fine with that.”

Luis leaned in and kissed him back, and they settled in under the hot water. It was less cleaning and more just touching one another, their hands running through each other’s fur coats and just combing through little knots left behind with their fingers. Old sweat and oils fell away, replaced by the comforts of touch and hot water.

He leaned in, resting his head against the bigger man’s chest, and Luis hugged him close. His hands draped down the husky’s sides, running along his hips, and the husky’s hands ran down his back and eventually rested on his ass. Henry chuckled.

“You always loved that.”

“Mmmph…I love all of you.”

“Just like I love all of you.”

They had their preferences, of course. Luis liked to be more passive, more of the service top or bottom as the situation demanded, while Henry was the more active partner between the two of them. He didn’t mind whether he was on the top or bottom, whatever happened to be more fun at the time, but he was always the one to initiate.

He slowly wormed his hands between them, getting one hand on the husky’s cock and the other further down, rubbing his sac. Luis growled, huffing quietly.

“Mmmm, sounds like someone’s a little pent-up.”

“Nnngh…Not trying…”

“Heh. Want me to take care of that?”

“N-not right now. Not…”

“I know. I know.”

He didn’t push it too much. A few gentle strokes, something that he could disguise as cleaning, but that was enough.

Once Luis grabbed the soap, they passed it between each other. Sometimes they lingered, sometimes they sped along. Neither of them spent much time cleaning the other’s ass, but they did take a little more time touching each other’s cock and balls. Pecs and arms, that was great, while the stomach and abs was a little less interesting.

But it was never anything less than gentle, and loving, and kind.

They were all clean by the time the water started losing heat. Luis chuckled, the sound faintly nervous since he was the one nearest the shower head, and Henry shook his head with a smirk.

“Could just stand here and see who can take the cold better.”

“Come on. I’m a husky; we’re wimps.”

“You’re sled-dogs.”

“Used to be! You know how long ago that tolerance got bred out of the line? Come on, let me out. You’re a snow leopard, you can take it.”

“Heh, a domestic snow leopard in a temperate clime. I don’t think I would be any better than you.”

“Well, if you don’t move soon – AAAH!”

Biting back a giggle at the whine-shriek of a dramatic husky, Henry backed out of the shower. He tossed one towel to the floor and grabbed another for himself, shaking his head as Luis whipped around and turned the knobs shut as fast as he could. Even so, the other male was shivering, wrapping his arms around his middle as the chilled water filtered down through his fur to his skin. His tail was pulled down and his ears were flat against his head by the time he turned around.

“Not fair,” Luis muttered.

“Mmmm, I think it’s pretty fair,” the snow leopard said, wrapping his towel around his shoulders and grabbing the last one from the hook on the wall. “You want some help toweling down?”

“P-please…”

Shaking his head with no small degree of amusement, Henry stepped back and helped the husky onto the floor towel. He used the last one to start ruffling through the other male’s fur, dragging it along his back and down over his waist. Ignoring the temptation to start playing with that dick in his face, he kept working his way down, stroking the towel back and forth over his husband’s thighs, all the way down to his ankles. Then, and only then, he paused and picked one up from the floor.

“Henry…”

“Heh, you know it’s hard to resist.”

“Come on…”

“It’s not your dick, hon.”

He lifted the husky’s toes to his lips and kissed them. It was just a gentle thing, a small touch, but it was something he knew worked for Luis as much as it did him. He didn’t miss the little twitch of the cock overhead, after all, and he chuckled under his breath as he lowered his husband’s foot back to the floor.

“Mmmph…you know I like that…”

“That’s why I do it,” Henry said. “You know I love making you happy.”

“…I don’t deserve you, sometimes.”

“No, but not many people would. You come closer than most.”

Standing up and kissing Luis on the nose, he turned around –

“Oof!”

Only to get hugged right ‘round the middle. He grunted, chuckling as he looked over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to –”

“Want to,” Luis muttered. “Not fair that you’re the only one that gets some fun.”

“Heh.”

After a little negotiation in position, they settled on the floor, scooting closer to each other. Sitting about half a leg’s length away from each other and their knees over each other’s thighs, it was almost intimate. Almost.

They took turns, alternating between one man drying and the other one teasing. Their shared foot fetish was something that they didn’t get to indulge in much; either Luis had had a long day and wasn’t feeling up to that sort of casual intimacy, or they were both rather sweaty and weren’t into the idea of sniffing stinky toes.

This, however…

Henry purred as he felt the husky’s tongue flicking along the underside of his foot, working up toward the toes and then between them. It was nothing too firm, just a little tease, but it still made him smile. His dick throbbed ever so slightly, rising over his balls.

Then it was his turn, and he returned the favor, pulling Luis’s big toe into his mouth and sucking on it. He flexed his jaws just a bit, giving the toe the tiniest little nibbles at the joint, and it didn’t take long before the husky’s black and white facial fur was tinted red with his own pleasure and embarrassment.

“Mmmph…come on…not fair…”

“You love it.”

“Mmmph…”

“And I love you.”

“L-love you too, hon…”

He got the husky’s other foot to his face for a moment, nudging him back, and he went back to toweling the other man’s legs. They sat there, shifting between teasing, kissing, and helping each other, for a full ten minutes. Longer than they needed, far longer than was needed for their fur to dry, but it was a nice time.

When they finally stood up, they were both hard as a rock. Luis hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist while Henry stood up more casually.

“Want me to –”

“Let me get dressed first,” Luis said, hustling past him. “Just…need to get everything covered up.”

“Sure, lemme know when you’re ready!”

“Thanks!”

He chuckled, shaking his head at the slight sway of his husband’s ass before Luis ran around the corner. Leaning against the bathroom sink, he sighed. Would be great if they could do that more often, but in a way, the sheer scarcity of their encounters made it that much more fun.

Or at least, that was his way of dealing with it. It more or less worked.

Still, there would be some changes soon. He looked down at his hand, shaking his head as some of the silvery lights that shimmered under his fur dimmed once more. Much fun as their bit of intimacy had been, there had been a secondary purpose to it, too.

[i]The nanites should go a long way toward getting me what I need,[/i] he thought, resting his hand at his side again. [i]Just gotta give them the time to settle in, and then we can move on to the next phase of the plan.[/i]

Simple plan, really. The phases went one to another.

Infect his husband.

Look at his supplies.

Get the details of his powers.

Modify everything.

Get ready for the next patrol.

Despite the shock of learning that Luis was a hero – and a powerful one, despite the way that their last fight had gone – he was more excited than he could remember being for a very, very long time. Maxximus was so very loud, so potent and shouty, and it was a complete change to the man that he shared a bed with every night. He could never hurt or change Luis, not with how much he loved the man.

The hero, Maxximus, however…

[i]Once I get this done…I’ll have everything I need…a husband at home, and a toy on the streets…[/i]

And he wouldn’t even be cheating. It was the same person, just with two very different personalities. He could live with that.

Good thing, too, because he was already feeling guilty as sin for putting the nanites in Luis to start with, and the things that he’d have to do to test them. After all, if he started this too early, then there was no chance in hell that Luis would accept the commands to show off where the costume was. Or anything else.

[i]Slowly. Patiently. You’ve been a villain for years now, you can do this.[/i]

Ironically, this was how he imagined some high schoolers feeling about talking to their crush. Long time since he’d been there.

“Ready!” Luis called from down the hall.

“Heh, alright, coming.”

#

They left their house around noon and picked up some food down at the boardwalk. Not much more than some nachos, fries, and soda, but it was a nice snack to share between them while they were figuring out what else to do with their day. It was nice out, sunny without a cloud in the sky, and it felt like the sort of day where someone should do something, but without the inspiration of exactly what to do.

The snow leopard could feel the heat beating down on them, and he could smell that Luis was feeling the same. Both of them had negated their earlier shower with how much they were sweating now, and they were both huffing and panting as they walked down the wooden piers, searching for shade where they could find it.

“Starting to think we should have stayed home,” the husky muttered. “Mmmph…too hot…”

“I thought – mmmph – I thought you wanted the heat.”

“Hot water. Not hot sun. Two different hots.”

“For once, I agree.”

Shaking his head and fanning his face, Henry craned his neck. Ostensibly looking for somewhere cool for them to rest and recover, he was also checking how thick the crowd was. The heat was driving some of the crowd indoors, and those still outside – mostly reptiles that were basking in the heatwave – were tilting their heads back and taking in the sun rather than paying attention to their surroundings. All in all, the right kind of situation for some fun.

It had been three hours since he’d put his nanites in his husband. Time to test it. He spotted a photo booth near one of the old wooden warehouses that had been repurposed for arcades and more and pointed it out.

“Hey, let’s get our picture taken, huh?” he said.

“Henry, you know how I feel about…”

“Come on. It’s just a quick photo-shoot?”

“Ehhhh…”

That was the baseline that he had expected. Luis didn’t like getting his picture taken. Hell, he had to be dragged to the photographer every year for the Christmas photo that they sent their friends. The idea that he would get it taken willingly in a grungy little booth was impossible, normally.

The key word there, of course, was ‘normally.’

He reached down, taking the husky’s hand. As soon as they made contact, he reached further, touching the nanites that were waiting inside the other man, and triggered them. He waited for some sign that the husky knew that something was happening, but there was no sudden stiffening, no gasp, nothing that would have been a clear sign of him twigging to the fact that something had happened.

“Come with me. Let’s get a picture.”

“Heh, okay.”

And just like that, it happened.

[i]Okay, okay, that’s a good start. Easy thing. He wouldn’t do this, but he might for me,[/i] he thought as they walked over to the booth. He held the curtain open, pulling it to the side until the husky had slipped in, then followed after. [i]Keep this up. Test the boundaries of it. But take it slow. Don’t overwhelm him.[/i]

The nanites weren’t ‘mind control’ machines, after all. They were more…stasis-inducers, ensuring that there was a gap-space in Luis’s brain while the body and mind responded without the same inhibitions that had been there before. When the nanites were turned off, Luis would revert back to his standard self, almost like ‘waking up.’ Theoretically, that would mean that he would fill in the gaps that were left behind with pseudo-memories, forgetting what had happened in the gaps.

Theoretically, of course. He had never pushed it with someone that he knew outside of his super-villain persona. This was going to be the first time that he tried something so extreme, and with someone that he knew so intimately. Or someone that knew him the same way.

Click. Click. Click.

Despite finally getting the chance to do something that so many other couples did on the daily, he felt weird about it. He didn’t think that he would have felt bad about doing this to Maxximus, but doing it to Luis –

[i]It’s just a test,[/i] he told himself as the last picture was taken, one of them kissing. [i]Soon as you know it works, you’ll stop.[/i]

They stepped outside, collected the photos, and he let the nanite control fade as he tucked the photos away. Luis shook his head, looked down at his soda cup, then shook his head again.

“I think I need more to drink. Mind getting me a refill?” the husky asked.

“No problem, hon. No problem.”

#

He kept up the little tests. Small ones, at first, then a little bit more grandiose as it went on. Hand-holding in public – something that Luis was not happy about, but would do from time to time when they were alone – turned into a shared kiss at another restaurant, and that turned into a joke as he paid for the bill. The last of those was the hardest one for the husky, something that he never would do. Hell, he’d pay for the bill but never talk to the staff if he could get away with it, so seeing him being personable – even with the help of some machines – was quite the show for Henry.

But it wasn’t Luis. He knew that, and that made it harder for him to enjoy it on the same level as he would have liked.

The last test came after the restaurant, when they got back to the car. As soon as they had the doors shut and their seatbelts fastened, he reached over and took Luis’s hand from the driver’s seat. As the nanites activated, he asked for something that he’d never asked for in public before.

“Take your dick out,” he said.

Smiling, the husky did just what he was told. He unzipped, flopped his dick over one thigh, and put his hands back on the steering wheel. It was as unselfconscious as could be, and it was all the proof that Henry needed that the nanites were working. Luis never would have done that in his own right state of mind.

He almost reached down and took hold of that big dick. It would have been fun to try something different, something public, but…

No. Not like this. Not with Luis so out of it.

[i]Later. When I can have Maxximus. Luis can be at home. Maxximus will be for out on the streets.[/i]

“Put it away.”

The husky did as he was told, tucking his dick back into his pants and humming as he did. He didn’t seem to realize how much control someone else had over him. That was the entire point, of course, but it was still something else.

“Tell me what your hero name is.”

“Maxximus, of course.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“You’re my husband, Henry. What else would you be?”

“You don’t have any idea?”

“No. Heh. That’s all you are.”

[i]Good to know that’s safe, at least.[/i]

“Do you have a place you keep all your super-gear?”

“Yep.”

“Take me there.”

#

They arrived outside a storage facility forty-five minutes later. Henry was careful to slide Luis in and out of machine-control during the trip there, making sure that he didn’t keep the husky under for too long. The last thing that he wanted was for there to be any damage. He had a back-up of his husband’s mental state and memories from that morning, but even so, he didn’t want to risk a mental issue that could have been avoided.

They had passed through the city, leaving the boardwalk far behind, and eventually came to a run-down, low-rent place that didn’t even have a fence around it. The security guard barely looked up from his book before buzzing them in, and despite keeping his face neutral, he could feel that the entire place was as low-tech as it was low-rent.

[i]Those cameras don’t even work,[/i] he thought as they passed by the various little boxes that hung from the ceilings. [i]This is all theater…and really bad theater, at that…[/i]

He’d guessed that there wouldn’t be that much of a ‘lair’ for Luis’s stuff – hell, he didn’t have much of one either, but at least he had a vault – but this was pathetic. It was as low-class as one could get.

[i]I’d almost feel sorry for him…almost…[/i]

The heroes and villains of the city all operated by unspoken rules. Heroes that were part of the effort to ‘protect’ the city from villains like him were allowed to bring people in under their wing, but the minute they did that, the hero in question was responsible for financially taking care of their protégé until they were able to stand on their own two feet. Considering that the only way to become a hero was to get one of the pre-existing ones to sign off on being a mentor, that meant that either Luis had snuck in – entirely possible – or he had ended up getting one of the really shitty ones.

[i]Going to have to look into that…[/i]

Oddly enough, [i]that[/i] was something he felt no guilt about. It was one thing to fuck with his husband a bit, even though it was for their own good, but it was something else for someone further up the hero hierarchy to be doing something like this. Once he found out who was skimping on his husband, he was going to have a word with them.

A very…very…strict word.

They stopped just outside one of the smaller lockers, and he took Luis’s hand again, putting him under once more.

“This is it?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“It’s…pretty small.”

“Well, I don’t want to be spending more of our money on it than I have to.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Do you wanna see inside?”

“Yes, please.”

They got out of the car. Luis pulled out a key and put it into the lock. Cheap, too, very cheap. Probably no more than five dollars. Probably the sort of lock that thieves looked at and walked right on by because someone that could only afford that didn’t have shit that was worth stealing.

His heart sunk that little bit further for the husky.

The lock came loose and the door went up. On the other side was the flame-damaged suit that he remembered from the night before, crotch still missing but the other parts all there. Rolls of fabric were piled up against the side of the locker, and a sewing machine sat at the far end of the small room. No piles of gadgets, no burn phone, nothing that might connect the husky to the other heroes in the city.

“Did you do this by yourself?” he asked, stepping into the storage locker.

“No, I had someone show me what to do. A fox named Sorloc.”

“Sorloc, huh?”

“You know him?”

“Mmm-hmm. And I plan to know him better, soon.”

Sorloc was someone that had been moving up in the hero ranks for a while. Mid-tier, mostly, but with ambitions to be one of those that sat on the Council of Justice eventually. Probably building up as many underlings as possible to try and look better. The fox’s powers weren’t [i]that[/i] good – mostly dream manipulation, including daydreams – but he was a charismatic, conniving sort of son of a bitch.

Making a mental note to go talk to him at some point in the future, Henry put that thought out of his head and set to work. There was still a bit more to be done in preparation for their first [i]real[/i] encounter as hero and villain, and that included making some modifications to the super-suit.

“You design this yourself, hon?” he asked, rolling some of the fabric over to the machine.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Yeah, I should have guessed. Way too modest.”

“I like to stay covered up.”

“Well, ‘liked to,’ in this case.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”

The first thing he did was set the machine to break down the suit entirely. The damaged one was too roughed-up to be fixed properly. Once that was done, he laid out the other pieces of rubber and spandex, humming to himself as he fixed a design in his head.

Blue core, red accents. No more boots, but open-toed shoes, instead. He would go with a pair of stirrup-socks if he could have gotten away with it, but he knew better than to slam Luis into something [i]too[/i] fetishy too early. As much control as he had through the nanites right now, it still had its limits.

Eventually, perhaps, he would be able to get the husky to leave the house in nothing more than a thong, but for now, he still had to keep it as something that was more provocative than outright sexual.

With the shoes modified in the design, he kept tweaking the rest of it. He pulled the legs up, making it more of a leotard rather than a full-body suit, and he pulled it in tight at the hips and the ass. Not too much at the front, much as he would have liked to keep Luis’s lovely dick framed up there, but that was too much.

That ass, though…

He sighed, shaking his head as he forced his mental design out a bit. Not too close to the crack. Had to cover the cheeks completely.

Further up, tight, pulled close, making it as skintight as possible. The last suit had been relatively flat, not showing off the muscles that were underneath as well as it could have. He wanted this one to be much tighter, something that the husky would need lube to slide into. Well, maybe not that tight, but pretty damn close.

As he imagined the suit, he ‘fed’ the designs to the sewing machine. It started humming away, and he realized that he needed something else, something that would feed the fabric in properly and turn it in place. Much as he could manipulate a machine to do some absurd things, he couldn’t completely change it from its base design.

At least, not something small like this.

“Can you push the car in a bit? I need to get at the engine…”

#

It was a very tired snow leopard and husky that returned home five hours later. Luis was still in the dark about it all – and would be for a while, considering that Henry had ordered the nanites to run a ‘reboot’ on the other man to completely blank out the last six hours – but the snow leopard felt pretty good about everything. He might be shaking from using his powers so carefully and so tentatively, and with such a focus on detail for the last half-day, but he knew that it was all for a good cause.

The costume was done. It was not only more sensual, but it had modifications in the crotch and other parts that would help him lock ‘Maxximus’ down so that he didn’t have to be tied up in wires again. More than that, there were little toys that he had built in, waiting to trigger at a moment’s notice, which would make their next encounter far more pleasurable.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the snow leopard groaned as he kicked off his shoes and dragged off his shirt. He groaned, his hands at either side as he thought about what it would be like to meet up with his husband ‘in the wild’, so to speak.

[i]He’s not going to know it’s me,[/i] he thought. [i]And knowing Luis, he’s going to be pissed off that he lost the first time, and he’s going to want to teach me a lesson right from the start. I’m going to need to be careful.[/i]

After all, not much could be done if that beam took him down before he could activate the nanites. His powers had a certain range, after all, and if he was kept too much at a distance, he wouldn’t be able to do [i]anything.[/i]

But…

But he was pretty sure that he could manage it. He knew Luis, he knew how his husband thought, fought, and how his powers worked. More to the point, he had been in the super-villain business long enough that he could figure out any hero if he had enough time to work it out. With all the little advantages he’d built in for himself, he was going to be just fine.

“Hon?”

Luis joined him. Henry hugged him gently, got one in return, before they both fell backwards with a mutual groan.

“Remember when it was [i]easy[/i] to spend all day doing nothing?” Luis asked.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Mmmmph…me neither.”

“Heh…it was a good day, though.”

“Yeah…cuddles?”

“Cuddles.”

“Underwear on?”

“If you say so.”

As Luis rolled over, stripping off under the blankets, Henry reached into his back pocket and felt the pictures from the photo booth. He carefully folded them, tucked them into his wallet, and put them in his nightstand.

One of them should have a memento, at least.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A bit of loving time between the two supers commences, and we see a bit of Henry’s conflict at controlling his husband instead of Maxximus.

Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, Erection, Husbands, Lovers, Supers, Hero, Villain, Superhero, Super Villain, Superpowers, Super, Snow Leopard, Husky, Cock, Series, Mind Control, Body Control, Nanites,