The lights were bright, the music was loud, and Rowan had no idea what had made him get out of bed and enter a space that reeked of sweat and alcohol, but he was here, and he wasn't going to just go home. 

Instead, he headed for the bar. 

He recognised the blonde mane from a distance, and a grin appeared on his face almost immediately. 

Instead of addressing his lover right away, he sat down almost inaudibly on the bar stool next to him and motioned to the barman to get the same as the man next to him. Matteo paid no attention to him, obviously too absorbed in his own thoughts. His lack of concentration was also revealed by the fleeting, circular touches of his fingers on the rim of his glass. 

"Long day, Bunny?" he asked in an enchanting voice, looking ahead, pretending not to give the blonde his full attention either, although that was far from the truth.

Matteo jumped, not expecting his presence, and looked up at him in surprise.

Rowan would have chuckled, but he didn't want to embarrass him, especially as it looked like he was having a rough day. Instead, he looked back at him, resting his chin on his left hand to get a better view of him.

"Maybe I just came to have a bit of fun," Matteo replied vaguely, taking a sip from his glass, and shifting his gaze forward to avoid Rowan's intense eyes.

"Rude," Rowan noted in a feigned sad tone, adding, "I thought I was your one and only." His words were delivered with humour, but deep down he felt he meant them more seriously than he would like to admit.

The blonde seemed to ignore him, and Rowan was ready to talk to him again, but before he could, a glass of whisky landed in front of him, and he nodded his thanks to the bartender.

"What do you want, Rowan?" The blue eyes finally paid attention to him, and he almost smiled contentedly at the sight.

"Oh." He placed his hand on his chest as if in pain. "Don't tell me you don't like seeing me, Bunny."

"My name is Matteo," the blonde reminded him, piercing him with a look. But Rowan didn't look at him in the same way, quite the opposite. He gave him a broad smile.

"Dear Matteo," Rowan turned to him, "what brings you to our place this fine evening?" 

"Do you think that every time you fuck someone, the place where you get to know them is special?" Matteo was not fooled by his sweet talk. He was frowning, and his grip on the glass was tightening.

"Only those I invite to my place," was Rowan's reply. He wasn't going to pathetically admit to Matteo that he was the only one he had slept with in the last few months. Truth be told, he hadn't slept with anyone else since he'd first slept with Matteo. 

"Lucky bastards," Matteo replied, a hint of irony in his voice, and for the first time since Rowan had joined him, he raised the glass of alcohol to his lips. And not only that. He drank the entire contents in one go. 

Rowan followed suit and tossed his whisky into his mouth. Then he nodded to the bartender, indicating that he wanted two more glasses for the two of them. Matteo caught it clearly but made no protest.

The dark-haired man could see that something was bothering him, but he wasn't much of a talker, so he hoped the alcohol would do the trick.

"And what about you?" Matteo spoke up, breaking the moment of silence between them.

"Me?" Rowan did not quite understand.

Matteo looked at him with a raised eyebrow and rolled his eyes as if his incomprehension irritated him. "Yes, you. What are you doing here? Looking for someone to warm your bed?"

His tone was more bitter than the whisky they were drinking, and Rowan didn't like it.

"Maybe I was looking for you," Rowan suggested, even though he knew that wasn't true. He just didn't like what Matteo was suggesting, as if the thought of other people in his bed repulsed him. 

Matteo chuckled, and his laugh was as bitter and unapproachable as his speech. But before he could say anything, Rowan overtook him. "You got me there, Bunny." His tone was captivating and although he was no longer overly flirtatious, his deep voice sent shivers down one's spine. "I needed to clear my head. Having you here is just a nice bonus."

"Still." The blonde shrugged and shifted his gaze once again to the bottles on the wall in front of him. "Don't let me disturb you."

"I like it when you disturb me," Rowan admitted, though he didn't enjoy having to beg for his attention. He had promised himself he would not get attached to him and now he would give anything to be able to look into his blue eyes for a little longer.

Matteo turned back to him, unable to hide his surprise. He and Rowan didn't exchange compliments unless they were being carried away in a whirlwind of passion.

Rowan gave him a small, innocent smile and this time he was the one who looked away. Luckily, he could blame it on the bartender who had placed a drink in front of him.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Matteo suddenly suggested. 

Before answering, Rowan downed a whisky to fortify himself. "My place?"

"Let's go." Matteo stood up straight from his chair, ignoring the glass in front of him and placing cash on the bar instead.

Rowan didn't hesitate and wordlessly did the same, coming to his side. The blonde obviously didn't need any more as he grabbed his arm and began to pull him towards the exit. Watching his back, the black-haired man couldn't help but crack a smile.

Luckily, their favourite bar was close to Rowan's apartment, but apparently not close enough, as Matteo pounced on the other man as soon as the lift doors closed behind them. 

Rowan hit the mirror with his back but was immediately pulled away as the blonde pulled him to him by the collar and pressed his lips hard against his. He clearly didn't care that they were in public, especially when his hand slipped into Rowan's pants a second later. Rowan could barely keep from moaning loudly. 

"Did you miss me?" The blonde pulled away from him, breathless but with a mischievous smile on his face. Rowan was particularly pleased by the sight, especially when he saw his lips swollen from their passionate kisses.

"Very," he admitted truthfully, earning another kiss, this time with a bite as icing on the cake.

The ding of the lift let them know they were on the right floor.

Before Rowan could react, Matteo pulled his keys from his back pocket and headed for his door, leaving him behind. Although in the superhero world the Revenger had the upper hand over the Citadel, in the real world it was clearly the other way around. 

Rowan found that this did not bother him all that much and, like an obedient dog (or rather, a horny dog), he ran after his owner as he disappeared behind a dark door.

Before he could even begin to think rationally and consider that having sex with Matteo while he was upset might not be the best idea, the said man pulled him close and unbuttoned his shirt. 

Just then Rowan felt his wet tongue on his chest, and he threw back his head in pleasure, closing his eyes. Matteo pushed him to the door, which he closed with his back, and Rowan's back hit the hard surface again. Though he couldn't care less.

Right in front of him was a blonde devil on his knees.

It didn't take long for Matteo to work his way to the zipper of Rowan's pants, and they fell to his ankles along with his underwear. The black-haired man didn't feel cold, though, as he was warmed by Matteo's hot breath. 

The moment Matteo's mouth engulfed him, he couldn't help but gasp. His fingers automatically tangled in the blond hair as if they always belonged there, and Matteo returned the gesture by showing him how his tongue matched his length.

"Bunny," he moaned, closing his eyes once again in pleasure, he could barely handle. 

Although he was the villain in their relationship, Matteo was the one who relished the torture. At least that's what his tongue said about him, teasing Rowan's tip, licking up every drop of pleasure that escaped him too early. 

Rowan knew it was only a matter of time and his stamina would put him to shame. Especially when Matteo got his hands into the play. And so he decided to take the initiative and pull the blonde strands between his fingers.

Matteo reluctantly pulled back, keeping a firm grip on Rowan's muscular thighs, and glancing at him, licking his sensual lips as he did so. Rowan's new favourite thing in the world. 

"Are you giving up?" the blonde teased him, a mocking smile on his lips. 

"I'm not the one on my knees," Rowan replied breathlessly, even though he wasn't the one who had been struggling to breathe until recently.

"We should change that," Matteo said, standing up and rubbing every part of his body against Rowan's. It was all the more dominant because, unlike the black-haired man, he was still fully clothed.

Rowan immediately decided to fix it and slipped his hands under his shirt, grabbing the hem and pulling it up. Matteo decided to cooperate and raised his hands. However, when he touched the zipper of his pants, Matteo pulled away from him.

"Do you deserve it?" he asked Rowan, and Rowan's mouth almost fell open in silent astonishment. He was usually the one who provoked the blonde like that. Not that he wasn't a devil in the sheets, but he didn't usually take his time with the foreplay.

"Yes," he replied promptly, but the blonde didn't look convinced.

"Really?" He continued to provoke him and when Rowan reached out to him, he took a step back.

"I can show you how much," Rowan suggested in a sultry voice, and this time the blonde didn't move from his hand. But instead of placing it on his zipper, he put it around his waist. Then he moved his other hand to his hips and lifted him into the air with a quick movement. Matteo reacted immediately and wrapped his legs around his waist.

His arms automatically wrapped around Rowan's neck, and they both moved closer to one another at the same time, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss. 

Almost instinctively, Rowan made his way to his bedroom with his precious cargo, and fortunately, the door was open.

This time it was Matteo's back that hit the surface, but in his case, it was the sheets and not the hard door. 

"Beautiful," he blurted out before he was able to recover from the sight of the blonde in his bed. 

Matteo's cheeks took on a deeper shade for a moment, but he obviously decided to hide it as he quickly reached for Rowan and pulled him on top of him. 

Rowan moved his lips to his, but Matteo quickly dodged and grabbed his head with both hands to push it down, indicating where he'd rather have his mouth. And of course, Rowan obeyed. 

He finally got permission to strip the blonde out of his tight jeans, and it was a gift he couldn't refuse. 

It wasn't long before his nimble tongue made its wet way from Matteo's hole to his tip, only then pausing to make eye contact. Their eyes met instantly as Matteo was elevating himself up on his elbow to get a better view of him.

“Fuck.” Rowan grinned, pleased to hear that. 

“We're just getting started, Bugs Bunny.”