Characters:
Ten as Bruce Wayne
Johnny as Clark Kent
Taeyong as Tony Stark
Jaehyun as Steve Rogers
Disclaimer: I don't own NCT nor do I own Marvel or DC.
Ten strolled up the red carpet, amongst the glitter and flash of the surrounding media. The 21st Entrepreneurs Awards was a big event, attracting big names from all over the world. It was a night of glitz and glamour, preceded by days of wheeling and dealing - more biotech and defense contracts were sealed within this one week than in the rest of the entire year.
Ten could feel Johnny's eyes on him, even through the throng of reporters. It took only moments to spot him at the back of the crowd, and Ten held his eyes for just a second before continuing towards the large open doors ahead. He would have much preferred Johnny by his side, rather than hiding in the crowds. But appearances had to be maintained. The billionaire playboy was rather amused at his invite to this prestigious event. He certainly wasn't known as a savvy businessman, that was for sure. But running one of the largest research and manufacturing companies appeared to count for something, so he put in an appearance. Not that anyone would have really missed his presence, with the golden boy of industry just a few metres ahead of him. Lee Taeyong was impeccable in his tux, though the slightly garish red and gold bow tie almost spoiled the effect. He was absolutely mobbed by the big names of print, screen and sound, all scrabbling for a sound bite on Lee Industries' latest achievement, or Taeyong's own as Iron Man.
Ten rolled his eyes at the extravagant playboy. Sure, it must be nice to have everything out in the open like that. But some of us have actual work to do, not just flying around looking pretty. Not that Ten was actually in contempt of the man. Taeyong's genius had aided his own Mission greatly, and he admired his strength and persistence. As a much younger man Ten's admiration had lead to a brief and passionate affair, the fire of which was surpassed only by its spectacular ending six weeks later.
Now older and theoretically wiser, Ten had no regrets and often enjoyed Taeyong’s company; their lives had run down surprisingly parallel paths. The fact that they were both here on the red carpet was evidence of that. Ten approached his friend with a warm smile and a handshake for the cameras. Taeyong’s brown eyes sparkled, and he pulled Ten in for a quick peck on the cheek. The wheels in Ten’s head suddenly spun. This was an old game between them, and one he enjoyed more than he should. He turned so they stood shoulder to shoulder, and rested his hand lightly on the small of Taeyong’s back. The more sharp eyed of the reporters seemed amused. Taeyong glared at him out of the corner of his eye. He never liked to lose. Ten wasn’t prepared to up the ante though. He had more than enough on his plate at the moment without adding a jealous Kryptonian. While Taeyong was answering a question on the rollout of his new industrial arc reactor model Ten scanned the crowds for Johnny again, finally catching sight of him at the back again.
Just as Ten turned back to Taeyong again, he heard the grating sound of rending metal. Shrieks arose from people on the raised stands flanking the red carpet, as one swayed ominously. Suddenly, it stilled again, allowing the panicked people to hurry to safely. Ten didn’t need to have seen the sudden blur of movement to know Johnny was over there, saving the day. But there were a million eyes and cameras focused on this spot, and it could be only seconds until Johnny, in full civilian get up, was spotted using his superhuman strength. Ten concluded that a distraction was required. He had preciously few options though, and little that could hold the media’s undivided attention for the unknown minutes it could take Johnny to secure the situation. In fact, Ten had almost nothing… except Taeyong.
The smaller man was in the middle of answering yet another question, the reporters having quickly returned to their work, when Ten placed his free hand on Taeyong’s jaw, turned his head and kissed him full on the lips. The surrounding circle of reporters fell silent instantly. Ten continued the kiss for a few more seconds before pausing but Taeyong, being Taeyong, then took over, cupping Ten’s face in his hands. The inventor’s lips were full and soft and parted slightly. The hand still on Taeyong’s back slid down to rest on his arse, as Ten tried to take control of the kiss back. Things got a little uncoordinated then and they parted, breathing heavily. The silence held for only a moment, before a sudden roar as every media rep within earshot tried to ask them the same a million questions at the same time.
Ten laughed, pulling away to head towards the entrance. He purposefully didn’t look in Johnny’s direction, as that would have defeated the point of this exercise. Taeyong followed him, dealing out a pat on his arse as he caught up to the Gothamite. Ten glared at him.
“Y’know, if you wanted to get into my pants again, all you had to do was ask.”
Ten snorted. “That was purely strategic.”
Taeyong blinked at him, then laughed loudly. “Right. You’re really messed up. You do know that, right?”
Just as they reached the open doors, a solid weight landed on Ten’s shoulder. Ten looked over, then up, into the face of Jung Jaehyun or known as Captain America, brown eyes alight with something looked entirely nothing like amusement.
Taeyong laughed harder.
