Fifty Shades of Decay (ONGOING)

Introductions

On the drive you both stay silent. He is trying to process what he just witnessed between you and the king of villains while you are shaking with what he believes is rage but really is sheer panic. He continuously finds himself repeating in his mind reasons he very much needs to ignore the attraction he feels. The dress is making it difficult. "Music?" He asks in a light tone looking over at you with a slight smile. "Silence." The intention had been to sound intimidating but with the current circumstances it's more of a broken whisper.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says quietly hoping that will lessen some of the feelings you are wrestling with. "We both know you don't want that kind of punishment dude." Your reply makes him chuckle. "Damn even with a broken heart your cold as fuck. You always this fun to hang out with?" You hit your leg with the heel of your hand instead of his face in your mind it seems a more reasonable option. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know how to respond to this situation either. I have a slave living with me for an undetermined amount of time and I know nothing about you. This is fucking weird." 

A small huff of laughter slips out of you and you finally look at him instead of straight ahead. "I still don't trust you, but I can see what you mean. This is weird. But for the record I'm not A slave I'm HIS slave." You cross one leg over the other causing the hem of your slit to rise very high. 'I really hope you wear sweats everyday.' He thinks to himself in exasperation. "We're here. Uh I have a door guy who will take you to your room. I'll be in the kitchen if you want to drink still." You nod and get out of the car walking confidently over to the door which opens right as your foot hits the front step. "Good evening Y/N, I can show you to your room." You take a breath and decide that acting how He'd like you to is what a good slave would do so you plaster a smile and nod.

"Yes, thank you. Are my clothes there as well?" The older man looks up in shock your dress is so tantalizing he makes a joke in his head that your looks could kill an old man like himself. "Yes they are." You follow him your heels clicking loudly into the silence of Hawk's giant home. "I would like to know where the kitchen is if you do not mind." You say politely when he stops in front of the door you assume is for you. "Yes of course. I can wait and walk you there myself." Your teeth grit in annoyance...now it feels like you're the one being babysat. "If that's how things work here." Is all he gets of a reply before you walk into the room and shut the door.

You look around the big bedroom in case there is any cameras you can not see any red lights or wires so off come your heels and dress. To your great delight upon opening the suitcase on the king sized bed you find six shirts of your Master's and than plenty of outfits he enjoys seeing you in. 'Is he seriously trying to display me right now?!' You wonder in agitated surprise. You rummage through to find a pair of soft shorts and pull on one of his favorite T-shirts to game in. Your chest feels so empty and with the previous drunkenness fading you are feeling desperate to suppress your feelings. 

You don't bother with your make-up but do pull your hair into a high ponytail hoping you will feel more yourself. "Anything for my Master." You say into one of the full body mirrors in your new room before leaving with your head held high. "To the kitchen miss?" You nod at the elderly man. "Yes, thank you." You remember from training with your Master that he desired you never say please to a man unless on his command or to his master. You plan to hold onto every piece of your training for this...maybe you can make it so you feel connected to him that way.

Hawks is standing with his back turned to you in sweats and a T-Shirt. He turns when he hears your footsteps holding what looks like whiskey to his lips. He is at a corner bar in his kitchen which opens up to a nice view of the mountain. "Pick your poison but don't send yourself to the hospital." You suppress an eyeroll and lean down looking at what he has to offer. "Would you happen to have some soda or Margarita mix?" You ask quietly. "Both but I'll take a mixed drink too so soda is what ya get." You roll your eyes grabbing your favorite whiskey brand but have a neutral face upon standing up. "I appreciate your generosity." 

He pours some soda into town cups and you shake your head taking a few swallows to lower the amount of soda in yours. "That should be good." You pour a generous amount of liquor into your cup and some in his before grabbing a straw out of a cup on the counter and chugging half of your drink. "Stop looking at me like that dude. Master allows me to drink enough that I won't die drinking this. Just trying to sleep." Hawks eyes you knowing exactly what you're doing because a few months ago he was doing the exact same after his fiance had left during one of his late shifts. "I'm sure he will come back for you Y/N.Doubt he'd just give away his favorite possession like that." You take a few more swallows and can feel your body heating up. A sure sign the drink is kicking in. "I'm not supposed to say this...but shut up." You pinch your leg hard enough to bruise to punish yourself for breaking training so quickly. He'd expect you to be respectful unless ordered. "Sorry kid." Hawks walks over to his balcony door but doesn't step through. 

He wonders if you are supposed to follow him everywhere and you find yourself wondering the same. "Uh...do you know how this is supposed to work?" You snort a laugh. "So they didn't tell you either?" You shake your head finally accepting that none of this was your Master's idea. "Re-Destro just said to me that he made plans for the coming weeks while some big changes happen. Do you know what he was talking about?" Your mouth opens to answer when a defensive wave crashes into you. "Why exactly do you think it's your right to know that show bird?" Hawks wings ruffle a bit in annoyance but the rest of his demeanor remains neutral. "Just trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with you." 

You down the rest of your drink and stumble forward trying hard to keep your dignity as your brain sloshes. "One. that might've been stronger than intended. Two. You aren't doing anything with me. You heard him. I'm my own boss." Your voice cracks and tears betray you by leaking slowly out of your eyes. "I didn't intend to upset you. This is just really fucking awkward and I have a party to go to tomorrow. I do know you have to attend that. I think you just have to be present if I'm with other heroes. They think I'm a rat" He shrugs and turns to give you a moment to gather yourself a bit.

You wipe your eyes and stumble over to his couch. "Got YouTube on this TV? and if I see you on the phone I'll make myself present. You're annoying by the way. And you'd make a convenient rat for those bastard heroes." He chuckles downing his own drink in an impressive couple of swallows before throwing back the glass he'd originally had to his lips when you got to the kitchen. "Yeah if I drank like THAT I'd die." You snort a laugh but keep a sharp eye on him as he walks to a chair close to the couch. "I'm still surprised there's a personality underneath all that obedience." You roll your eyes and take the remote that he offers. You pull up a band called 'she wants revenge' one of your top favorites and turn the volume WAY up. 

"So you like goth?" You nod at his question. "Yeah, you'll see more of that while I'm staying here. How should I dress for your hero people? I've spent the last few years dressing for a king not clowns." YOu smirk at your insult as red flags and long nights begins to play on the TV. "Honestly just don't dress elegant. If you want to blend in the more rebellious the better. You're about to see a group of long time over achievers act like children." You smirk "Oh I can do rebellious." Your reply makes him rub a hand across his face wondering how the hell he's supposed to give the heroes a green light with you up his ass. 'you fucked up my plan.' he thinks to himself but on the outside he simply bobs his head to the music. "You have decent taste kid."