Super Villain Boyfriend: Maestro Swan (complete)

When you were a kid, you joined a group of others around your age. It was part of a hero program in the works, before Hepheastus founded the Academy, and it was a rough time to say the least. You all had special abilities that you used on missions, and yours passed down for generations, allowed you to create moveable channels with electric currents. You mastered a way of slipping into phone lines, television frequencies, and internet streams, but it took a lot of effort. You were known as Plug-In. 

Now you’re known for your small cake-making business. Ages ago you wanted to be a superhero, but over time you grew resentful of your work. You went through so many dangerous experiences, and saw your friends get hurt. On top of that, you eventually discovered the program was essentially a cost-cutting measure for a now-defunct insurance business.

Recently, your little sister Tabitha has shown interest in the superhero business. She has the family power, and can use phone and internet channeling powers in a way you never could. She’s been attending Hephaestus Academy while working at your bakery over the weekends. She’s been on a supervised mission for the last couple of weeks, and while you’re worried, you know she’s in good hands - or so you believe, until you’re called to the school for an emergency meeting.

“We’ve gone over every single report,” Hephaestus tells you. “But the only thing we’ve been able to find is this.” He hands over an evidence folder. Inside there are some strange photographs and records from your sister’s tracking beacon. 

You also see a familiar calling card from an old enemy - a metal feather, the edges sharpened to a fine blade. You don’t touch the metal feather. You just look at it. “I thought Maestro Swan was dead,” you say with a creased brow. “I thought I...”

“A lot of things are coming to the surface,” Hepheastus replies. “Apparently, Maestro Swan is very much alive, and has taken your sister hostage.”

You clench your fingers tight around your knees as your shoulders start to shake. You breathe in raggedly and nod your head.

“We need your help to find her. We need your abilities, because that means we have a better chance to get her back.”

You nod. “I know. It’s not just that.” You cup your hand over your mouth. “All these years, and I thought I killed him! I thought...” You sob with relief. “I thought it was all my fault!”

Hephaestus sighs and hands you a box of tissues. “I understand. But if your sister is with him, you’re the only one who can access his whereabouts.”

“It’s been a long time.” You blow your nose into a tissue. “I’m not sure what my powers are capable of anymore. But for my sister, I’ll do anything.”

You’re outfitted and prepared to enter Maestro Swan’s domain. His powers allow him to create pocket dimensions within the internet. You discovered his hidden crime syndicate by accident when you were younger, uncovering the dimensions he used to host a black market. You were able to cut off his access and disable his powers, and the two of you became extremely heated rivals. But one incident between you changed the course of your life forever.

This will be the first time you use your powers in well over a decade, but you find they still come naturally to you. You remember how to send the charge through your arm and concentrate it in your fingertips, which allows you to gently nudge open the channel. The whizzing holographic entry is still the same as you remember it - the bright flashing lights, the slight electric tingle on your tongue - as if you had never left at all.

“Wow.” You exhale the word slowly. Stepping further into the channel, you feel like a kid again. You take another breath. “I’m here for Tabitha. I had to find her first.”

You seal the entrance behind you, so that no one can get in or out without your knowledge. “I’ve made it though,” you report through the comm link. “I’ll be checking locations now, and I’ll report back as soon as possible.”

“Stay careful out there. Who knows what Swan is hiding,” Heff answers. 

You bring up your old browser, a map of saved locations and channels you created as a kid. The screen hovers before you, showing all the new routes Tabitha has crafted during her time. There is a new pocket along one of her routes - possibly Maestro Swan’s new hideout. “If he went along one of her routes,” you murmur to yourself, “that means she could have stumbled upon him by accident.” You close the browser window and open up the channel. Your sister’s routes are much cleaner and more organized than your own. She places them on grids, making them easier to access as well as navigate. 

One you step inside one, you suddenly plummet, and the shock of the fall takes your senses away for a moment. You flounder in midair, trying to grab onto something, whirling through the holographic stream until you come to a halt, as if caught by invisible wires. You grunt loudly at the sudden stop, swaying until you're locked into place by the invisible cords. 

“Well, well, well. Looks like I have another visitor.” The gravelly voice is all too familiar, and while you know you should be wary, you can’t help but be relieved to hear it again. 

You’re turned upside down as the cords reappear, shimmering a dull silver as they lower you. The figure standing before you is tall and gangly, with long limbs and a long neck. His familiar chrome head glimmers brightly in the light, but his rose-gold faceplate is a new addition. Ages ago, his faceplate had been a glitchy screen, but this one adds a hint of sophistication. A cape of bladed plumes hangs around his shoulders as he stands menacingly over you.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Swan.” you gulp, waiting for your nerves to catch up. “I came to get my sister.”

He recoils slightly and kneels to see your face more closely. “No one calls me Mr. Swan. It’s Maestro!”

This old song and dance - funny how you kind of missed it. “I only call you Mister. Maestro is for musicians, not for whatever the heck you are.”

“It can’t be.” He tilts his head to the side. “Plug-In?”

“Who did you think it was?” You’re released from the cords and dropped with a resounding thud onto the ground. “Ow!”

Maestro Swan stands erect again and shakes his head. “But I thought...”

You sit up and rub the back of your neck. “Yeah, I’m a little surprised too. How long has it been?”

He shakes his head in disbelief as he looks at you. You must admit, you can’t believe it yourself. All those years racked with guilt. But he’s okay. He looks more than okay! He looks amazing.

“I thought you were dead.” Swan’s voice breaks.

Your brow pinches even harder, but before you can respond Swan’s cords wrap around you and cover your mouth. “This must be a trap! Just like the last one.” He snaps his fingers, and the cords drag you along the ground. “Take them and put them with the girl, while I figure out why I’m getting so many of these intruders.”

The scenery around you flickers, blinks and goes dark, then blinks on again as you’re taken to different rooms. You’re placed in a cube where the walls hum loudly, like a live wire. As the cords release you, you’re tackled to the ground. “It’s you! You came!”

You grab hold of Tabitha and hug her tight. “You’re alright!”

She grins at you. “Yeah of course. This weird robot dude hasn’t done anything except keep me here. He keeps calling me a ‘phony reminder.’”

You sigh with relief. “I’m just glad to see you.”

“I’ve been trying to find a way out, but that weirdo has made it impossible. I don’t know if he’s using some sort of inhibitor.”

“It’s his version of a firewall,” you reply. 

You touch the wall and it crackles and pops threateningly until you pull your hand back. “I can get through. It just takes time, and I’m not used to using my abilities anymore.”

“Tell me what to do,” Tabitha says.

“Well, first we need to...” The walls blink on and off, and the room around you disappears. The new room you’re popped into looks like a Vincent Price fantasy - long and dark, with a table to match in the center. At the far end is a fireplace with armored knights on either side. Candles flicker all around you, running all the way up and beyond the confines of the ceiling. 

A chair sweeps up behind you and knocks you down into the seat while it whisks you up to the fireplace. Maestro Swan steps out of the digital flames and rises tall before you, looming over you with one foot planted on the arm of your chair. You stare back and forth at one another in silence.

You clear your throat, breaking the quiet. “What are you doing?”

Maestro Swan growls. “Who are you?”

“What?” You stare in disbelief at him. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”

He scoffs. “I know I’ve been hiding for a while, but surely the nefarious Maestro Swan has not left the memory of the people so soon.”

You scowl. “Of course, and he deserves to be properly resurrected. If you’re trying to pretend to be him for clout, I think you’d sadly overestimating people. Take off that mask and show yourself for who you really are!”

Swan grumbles something under his breath. “Only one person in this world has seen my face.”

“Yeah, me.” you say tersely. 

Swan takes his foot off the arm of your chair and leans in, placing his hands on either side of you. “I killed the only person who ever saw me. I won’t hesitate to do it to an imposter like you.”

“I’m not an imposter! You never killed me. I thought all this time I had killed you!” You slap your hand over the face plate. “After all the time we fought one another, you never came close to wounding me. What makes you think I’d let you kill me?”

“I saw it!” Swan growls. “I saw the body.” He grabs your wrist and forces your hand off his face. “After getting lost in the void with you… I thought...”

Before you retired and gave it all up, you were a hapless twenty-year-old looking to become serious. Your final confrontation with Maestro Swan ended up with both of you becoming lost in the void together. At first it was awful, but as time went on you began to rely on one another. With no sense of time, and no hope of escape, you grew close and opened up to one another. In his childhood Swan had been forced to undergo testing to create the perfect weapon. You were training to do almost the exact same thing. You both had your childhoods taken away. He comforted you, and you returned it in kind. You became intimate on more than one occasion, as both of you were lonely and looking for closeness. And after trial and error, the two of you found a way to get out. Unfortunately, it resulted in what you had thought had been his death - a tragic error on your behalf. 

“Was it an illusion? Or is this?” Swan jabs a finger into your face. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “The face under the visor has dark blue skin with golden scars all over. Your left eye is crystal clear, but your right is sealed shut and covered by more gold. You have two tongues, and your teeth are bright red. Sometimes, when your pulse quickens, you begin to glow in the dark.”

Swan lowers his hand. “How did you...”

“Swan, it’s me,” you whisper. “I’m not a trick, I’m not dead. I’m alive, same as you.”

“I don’t believe you.” Swan grabs you by the shoulders and picks you up. “Plug-In died in my arms. I held them and saw the life drain from their eyes.” 

He pushes your head to the side and brushes away the hair to expose your neck, looking for your birthmark - probably the reason why you keep your hair long to one side and short on the other. He exhales sharply when he finds what he’s looking for. “It can’t be.”

You take hold of his wrist and look up into his eyes. It’s been so long, and you’ve carried so much guilt. As he takes off the rose gold face plate, you grab hold of one another. You kiss him, falling into his arms as he cups your face in his hands. 

Swan pulls away quickly, keeping his hands tight around your shoulders. “What happened? Why did we see each other die?”

You sit down on the holographic floor before the fire, a parallel to the nights you huddled around an illusory fire in the void. After a moment of thinking, you come up with a theory. “Maybe we ended up on different sides, which would explain why we haven’t seen each other in all this time. It took us coming here to finally meet back up.” 

You look at him as he removes the rest of his helmet. The back of his head is metal, with many ports and switches running along the dome and down his neck. “Perhaps,” he whispers. “We must have somehow created duplicates as we escaped the void - sacrifices.” His low whisper fades away as he stares into the flame. 

“What have you been doing?” you ask softly.

Swan scoffs. “I was quiet for a while. I was unsure of myself after what we had gone through, after I lost you. I hid myself away, tried to think… I eventually decided to go back to what I knew, since I didn’t have anything else.”

“You’re smuggling again?”

“In a sense. The little one I first thought was you caught me, but she wasn’t quite as prepared as you used to be,” he laughs.

“That’s my sister,” you reply. 

“I see,” he murmurs. “And what about you? Still a hero, I see.”

You shake your head. “No. I decided to make an exception just this once, to save my sister.” You pull your knees up to your chest. “I stopped the hero work not long after I thought you were dead. I didn’t see a reason for it anymore. I didn’t believe in it.” You scowl as you gaze into the fire. “I opened up a bakery.”

Swan clears his throat. “I’m sorry to hear that. You could have been the best.”

You smirk. “Nah. I think I would’ve gotten tired of it regardless.” You lift your head from your knees. “I like where I’m at.”

“That’s good.” Swan stands. “I’ll release you and your sister. Just stay away from this place. I have no use for a nemesis again.”

You jump up as well. “Now, wait a minute! You’re going to just shoo me away?”

Swan places his helmet and faceplate back on. “You bet.” He snaps his fingers, and suddenly you’re standing just outside his fortress with Tabitha beside you.

“What happened?” Tabitha gasps.

“Nothing. Let’s just get out of here before he changes his mind.” You take her hand and open a passageway to the outside world. 

After a few days of  recuperating and health checks, Tabitha returns to the Academy as usual. Meanwhile, you’re sort of drifting at the bakery. You keep thinking about Swan - and more than that, you keep thinking about what might have been. Had you met again sooner, would you be in love? Would you still both be fighting one another? Would you be a hero like Hephaestus? You keep messing up batches of donuts, so you try to put it out of your mind - until day, a man in a suit comes into the bakery. You see his bottom half first, through the glass of the display case. It isn’t until you pop up that you see the rose gold faceplate.

“What good do you do here?” Swan asks.

“Uh...” You’re not sure what to say.

Swan slips his finger under your chin and closes your mouth. “You’ll catch flies that way if you leave your mouth hanging open.”

You catch his hand before he pulls it away. “I’ve never seen you on this side before. What’re you doing here?”

“I came to see what you’re wasting your time on.” He kneels before the display case. “Cupcakes and donuts?” He tuts and shakes his head as he rises. “What an absolute waste.”

You smile at him. “You haven’t tried them.” You take a cupcake from the case and hand it to him. “Try it, and tell me it’s a waste.”

He sniffs, then removes the face plate. His tongue snaps out and pulls the cupcake into his mouth, smearing icing along his cheek as his mandibles stretch to take it all in. You bite your lip to keep from smirking. “Not bad,” he mumbles between bites. He wipes the icing from his mouth. “Maybe not such a waste. But still, I can’t help but want better for you.”

“I’m happy where I am, Swan. Can you say the same thing?”

He licks his lips, icing still clinging to them. “I can’t.”

You sigh. “Why don’t you come back for some coffee?”

“I didn’t come here for treats or coffee,” he sniffs. “I came here for you.”

You furrow your brow. “For me?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says in a low voice. “I can’t get you out of my head. All that time we spent apart when we could have been together.” He comes close, leaning in to whisper into your ear. “Remember those last moments in the void? The way we clung so desperately, the way we came together as one. Your body on top of mine. Your strong hands holding me down.”

Your cheeks flush as you look aside. 

“I told you no one else had ever made me feel that way, man or woman. Only you.” He touches your cheek and turns your gaze back to him. “I’ve never felt it again.”

As he kisses you, the icing melts from his lips onto your tongue. You grab the front of his suit and pull him in close, but you’re the one to pull back this time. “Not here.” You lock the door, then drag him into the back. It’s hot from the stove, and already the air is steamy. You grab his wrists and pin them to the wall, then shove your knee between his legs. 

Swan’s breath becomes ragged, and his skin begins to glow with his excitement. “You’re still quite strong.”

You flash him a prideful smirk. “I work out.” Using your knee, you force his legs apart. “Now, let me see if I can still do this.” You bring out one of the invisible cords and latch his hands to the wall. With your hands free, you start undoing his suit.

“I didn’t come here just for this,” Swan laughs.

“I know.” You smooth your hand over his bare chest and kiss the glowing skin. “But it’s been so long, hasn’t it?”

“I want you and I to work together - start an empire and grow,” Swan laughs. “What do you say?”

You open up his pants. “I can teach you to bake. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

He grimaces. “Not here!” he snaps.

“Yes, here.” You press close to him. “From now on, you’re going to be my little apprentice.” You wrap your hand around him and stroke him. “Then I’ll work you up to being a big apprentice.”

Swan laughs and grits his teeth. “You won’t win this.”

“I think I will.” You snap your fingers, and the invisible cords pull him down until he’s sitting. You straddle his lap, kissing him as you grind against his growing shaft.

“At least you’re letting me sit this time,” he snickers.

You wriggle out of your pants and push your underwear aside.

“I remember when you told me you were nonbinary,” he whispers. “Is that still how I should address you?”

You kiss him softly. “I would appreciate it, Swan.”

His smile becomes soft as he looks at you. “I always knew you’d be stunning. I’m glad I got to see it.”

You kiss him again, wrapping your arms around him as you slowly ease down on him. You take your time, slowly grinding your hips as you take him in deeper, enjoying this moment of togetherness. His hands strain in their confines, but the glow of his skin radiates his pleasure. You both moan and grunt faintly, barely making any sounds at all. 

“Release me, let me finish this,” Swan pants.

You do as he asks, letting him lay you out on the floor. He tugs away your pants and underwear as he sinks his mouth over you. One tongue slips inside you while the other twists itself around your clit. You bite your lip, grunting hungrily as he feasts upon you. He sucks and moans, making eye contact with you. His hands move under your shirt, touching your chest before rubbing down your sides.

His tongue inside you rubs against a sensitive spot beneath your cervix, while the tongue on your clit comes to a humming vibrato. You grunt, arching your back off the ground and gasping. You beat your fists on the floor as an electric jolt ricochets through your every nerve. 

Flopping back onto the ground, you see Swan grinning smugly above you. He cleans up the mess on his thigh and slowly lies down on top of you. As he kisses you, you gently cup his face in your hands.

“So, baking,” he grunts as he lays down. “What are the benefits?”

You giggle and smack the center of his chest. “Just me.”

He chuckles. “We’ll have to have a talk about that.” He rests on top of you, burying his face in your neck. “I’m so glad to have you back.”

You cling tightly to him. “I know,” you whimper. “I missed you.”

“I promise, from now on, that nothing short of hell will separate us again,” he murmurs. “Even if I’m baking cakes the rest of my life. At least I know you’re safe.”

“You can bake bread, too.” A few tears slip down your cheeks. “Just stay here. Okay?”

Swan kisses you softly. “Deal.”