Trigger Warnings: Graphic sex scene. Mentions of unsafe sex. Look out for the ♡. Yes, it's here. Lots of slurs and dirty talk because alcohol and anger is involved. Now, I can't promise no mentions of sex after the scene, because everyone has to deal with the aftermath. Short summary at the end of the chapter for those who skipped it. Enjoy.

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Since Hero was caught with his Michael Dane alias, he had to forge a completely new one. He was a brunet this time, with the same blue eyes. His hair was shorter and was way more curlier than what he was used to. He stuck close to his original height, but just changed the shape of his face to seem much more sharper. Soon, he had charmed a completely new set of IDs and left the jungle that was currently a disaster.

Derrek nagged at the back of his mind as he strolled lazily to the nearest village. The man had told him that getting drunk was not the go-to. Hero had not drunk for quite a while, and he missed the sweet burn of vodka down his throat. He decided it was time to relax for a bit, after almost killing himself trying to master element bending. He hoped he could get a cigarette or two as well, he really needed to lay back.

He found himself being interrogated by another set of ridiculously horny soldiers, and he did not bother toying with them. He gave him the fake name and ID as 'Jeremy Wards'. Derrek had picked out the name, so that was the reason why it sucked so bad. It was Derrek's fault his name was Herobrine instead of Hero now and it ticked him off.

It was in the afternoon, and the sun would set in an hour or two. Regardless, Hero made his way to the nearest bar immediately. He would not get the best, like in the Center, but at least he could relieve himself for a night before running away from soldiers again. As Hero approached the guarded entrance, he skipped the already growing queue and went straight up to the thickset guards. They huffed at him for a VIP pass, and Hero lazily fished out a fake one. It was just a piece of paper with a bunch of difficult charms on, but it'd last him the night. He ignored the jealous and irritated looks of the people waiting in line and stepped in after the guard gave him the go.

The bar was not crazy and full yet, but a couple of people were already dancing their life responsibilities away. Hero wondered whether he would be joining soon.

You'll regret this.

Like how I regret everything.

Man, you've never touched a glass and you're already in an alcohol-induced depression.

Hero snorted to himself and dodged between the grinding bodies. He was pretty sure that hand on his ass was not friendly and he hurried to the bar. He took a seat away from couples flirting. The bartender just looked at him, and he finally spoke, in a charmed rougher voice.

"Let's get a G&T to get this show on the road."

The bartender rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, man."

♬ You may start the song. ♬

Hero rolled his glass, watching the melting ice tumble about. He had had a couple of glasses already, but it was not working. He even switched to an apple Martini but it was not doing the trick. He would like to ask for pure vodka, but the bartender would think he had a problem. Hero was still sober, even if his cheeks were red and Derrek's voice was barely a whisper. He downed the rest of the glass and set it down harshly, earning a look from the bartender.

He mouthed an apology and he sighed. He looked at the larger crowd of people now grinding harshly. A couple of ladies in scandalous outfits stared at him for a second too long but all he did was tip his glass to them as a greeting. He never stared back, just gave them a disapproving look whenever they met eyes. He was about to get another glass, when he heard the stool next to him squeak under pressure. He did not turn his head, but only his eyes to the stranger next to him.

His eyesight was not blurry, but at the same time not the best. The man was larger, taller and more muscular. He looked older as well, probably in his 30s. Hero was 28 at the time. His brother would be in his 20s too. The man next to Hero cleared his throat, clearly trying to gain his attention.

Giving up on everything, Hero gave it to him.

He turned and just raised a brow. This time, he truly looked at the man. He had electrifying blue eyes, and blond hair that was tied up in a ponytail. He had one of those smug smirks on his face, and Hero noted the blond stubble on his chin. The man spoke, and his voice was gruff and deep in a French accent.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here drowning in the amazingness that is alcohol?"

Hero rolled his eyes, "Wow, Shakespeare, I don't know."

The man looked more amused than put off. It was starting to irritate Hero, but he was too tired to act upon it. Hero raised a finger to the bartender. The man next to Hero did as well, and called, "I'm having whatever he's having. Also, put whatever he had on my tab."

He turned to wink at Hero, who scowled. The bartender did a double take and said, "You sure about that, man? The dude's had a lot."

The man laughed throatily, and Hero's eyes could not help but stare at the man's Adam's Apple. It bobbed as he laughed, and Hero wanted to bite it. The white-eyed man cleared his throat awkwardly as he felt his fangs start to loose its charm. He whispered the illusion charm again, and it sank back behind his lips. His attention went back to the man, who held up two glasses of apple Martinis. Hero took a glass, and they both clinked their drinks.

As the man sipped, Hero chugged it down. It was not a pretty sight, but the man watched with hungry eyes nonetheless. Hero slipped an ice cube between his teeth, and as he lazily chewed, he stared at the man. The man stared back with a smirk before he started again, "So, tell me about yourself."

Hero swallowed the ice. "Hm, why should I?"

The man leaned back on the counter, and Hero stared at the flexing muscles through the tight brown shirt the man wore. Hero swallowed again, as he suddenly felt hot. The man purred, "Oh, it's alright if you don't want to spill now, chaton. Maybe tonight, however, I can hear much more sweet sweet things from that pretty mouth of yours."

Hero should have focused on how familiar the Frenchman had sounded. He had heard it before, somewhere.

Instead, his alcohol-induced mind got him thinking of the man, who just shot him a flirt. Hero absently wondered whether this was how Markus worked with his ladies. Hero shrugged, and leaned forward curiously. The man met him in the middle, as they stared at each other hungrily. Hero thought that this was better than a cigarette or even a round of free drinks. He purred back, his past and Derrek all forgotten now.

"I shouldn't reveal too much then. It saves much more for tonight, doesn't it?"

The man chuckled, and his rough hands met Hero's thigh.

"I'd like that very much, chaton."

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Hero was abso-fucking-lutely lost.

He had two hours of drinking and flirting with the strange Frenchman, and he was too far gone from sobriety. Not too many people knew what Hero was like when he was drunk. So far, only Markus, Kaleb and this man knew. He would get so compliant and clumsy. Worst of all, all of his English knowledge would melt away, and all he could speak was Swedish. It posed a problem, as the man had no fucking idea what he was saying. All the man knew was that by the way Hero was purring, it was disgustingly sexy.

In fact, the man got wasted too, and spoke in French. He had kept calling Hero that weird pet name, chaton. It sounded heavenly whenever the man would call him that. Sweet flirts turned into dirty talk and tentative touches turned into rough grabbing. They abandoned their round of drinks and were soon roughly kissing and making out. The bartender cleared his throat, and the man just slammed a couple of bills on the counter. The bartender took it and left them be.

Hero felt the man grab fistfuls of his ass and pull him to his lap. The Swede melted as the man pressed up against him, and he let out a low whine. The man responded with a possessive chuckle, and Hero pulled back. They made eye contact as Hero straightened himself on the man's lap. The Swede's hands softly caressed the Frenchman, and he leaned in, almost meeting lips. He whispered his last English sentence that night before they kissed.

"Please make me forget."

The man stared at Hero. The smaller man looked absolutely broken and vulnerable in his arms, and he wondered how far he could push this man in bed. He responded with his own last English sentence before he met those begging lips.

"Gladly, chaton."

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Hero was panting against the man's side as he led him to his home. Hero pitifully held on as the man licked and suckled at his neck, while trying to get the door to open. Once it did though, the man hoisted Hero up by his ass and carried him in while kissing him hungrily. He kicked the door closed with his foot impatiently.

Hero had absolutely no idea what he was doing. All he felt was a heavy and strong arm clutching his waist tightly, leading him to god knows where. He heard some sort of a heavy and thick language. Almost... Sexy. Whatever the man was saying, Hero's liking the sound of it. He gave a small gasp when he felt hot breath rush against his ear, and sort of leaned against it. He heard a soft chuckle that was interrupted with hiccups.

What was his name again? Hero thought he never even asked. His logic right now was: I'm heavily drunk and have no idea how to take care of myself so let me allow this equally drunk man take care of me.

Derrek was silent. He did not think he existed for the time being. He held onto the man tightly as they went upstairs and into the bedroom. Hero gasped as the man slammed him onto the wall, holding him still by the iron grip on his hips. The man smiled at him, and Hero returned it. The man then leaned in to whisper the same language he heard of before in an even more husky and deep voice. Hero flushed under the possessive gaze of the other man, and responded with his own words of Swedish. The man cocked his head, before smirking. His hands travelled up to Hero's cheeks, and he closed the small space in between them.

In his drunken state, Hero thought the best way to respond was to lean forward and sloppily kiss back, and he felt the rough hands travel everywhere, from tugging his hair, holding his jaw in place and even cupping a feel of his ass. He pulled back with a shuddered gasp, and stared at the hooded eyes of the man in front of him. Hero gave a sultry smirk before whimpering, and begging in Swedish. The man responded in his own tongue, before placing both hands on Hero's ass, and abruptly lifting him up again.

Hero immediately wrapped his arms around the man's neck as they connected for another messy kiss. The man threw Hero down on a soft mattress. Hero whimpered as he felt the man on him immediately, giving open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He winced as he felt the man sink his teeth onto that good spot on his shoulder blade. The man's rough calloused hands snuck underneath his shirt, before ripping it off. Hero gasped at the man, he seemed so primal, growling at him like that.

Once the shirt was long abandoned, the man started to revel in the feel of Hero's body, fingers sliding up and down his bare waist, sneaking a feel of his hips, before his other hand joined in. Hero shuddered as the hands brushed against places where no other person had touched. Hero raised his arms as the man scrambled to pull his shirt off and throw it aside. The man sat on his knees to pull his own shirt off, his eyes never leaving Hero's half lidded ones. Hero can't help but think, that he has seen those piercing blue eyes before. His eyes left the man's as he noticed how muscular and big the man was. He looked huge with the shirt, and even bigger without. He bit his lip as he stared back up at the man through his eyelashes. The man narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, before leaning down and capturing Hero in a passionate kiss.

Hero muttered something in Swedish as they both pulled away, and the man hovered above him with a grin before his eyes widened. Hero cocked his head and pulled the man closer to him, whispering, "¹Avsluta bad du har börjat."

The man stared at him with wide eyes before he smirked and started kissing down Hero's chest. The kisses trailed to Hero's hips, to his thighs and calves, leaving dark hickeys in his wake. The man halted to place Hero's legs on his shoulders before leaning over to retrieve something from the nightstand. Hero just pulled the sheets to cover his panting mouth, as he felt the pants slip off his legs. He was laid out and ready as the man pushed down on his thighs and encouraged Hero to hold them in place as the man pulled his boxers down to rest underneath his cock. The man also kicked off his pants and boxers off hastily, his own cock just standing proudly exposed to Hero.

The man removed Hero's hands from his thighs and connected their fingers as they kissed a little more slowly. He gave a small wrapper to Hero and muttered sweet words of French as the man raised his hips to pull his cock closer to Hero's exposed ass. Hero removed the condom quickly and slipped it on his partner's member, their eyes not leaving each other's gazes. The man gave a soft groan at the feeling of Hero's fingers on his cock. They lazily made out and Hero heard a pop before feeling something wet and cold on his hole. He shuddered, realizing that he had never experience anything like this. He respected women and their space, and men like Kaleb respected his. He let out a tiny gasp as he felt fingers sliding into the curve of his ass, prodding at his slick hole. The man used his other free hand to hold his thighs apart, while actively leaving kisses on his neck.

Hero let out a harsh whimper as it breached. He had no idea it would hurt that much. Immediately, he felt the man whisper sweet nothings to his ear, helping him relax. Hero seethed as the man went deeper. The feeling was unusual, no one, not even himself has ever touched there. Hero was always too busy to bother himself with relationships. The man's fingers brushed against something that had Hero let out a croon. The man looked at him because of the strange sound but continued brushing against that spot anyway.

Hero's nails dug into the man's back as he felt the pressure building up against his stomach. He was close. Before he could release, the fingers slid out easily and Hero glared angrily at the man, who smiled sweetly down at him. Hero directed his attention to something that was resting on his stretched hole. The man's cock laid there, twitching and eager. Curious, Hero reached down to wrap his fist around it. He pumped it, watching the man's face twist in pleasure.

He decided to tease the man as well, and pulled away once the man was trembling. The man took his time to breathe, and once he was alright, he harshly stretched Hero's thighs apart. The Swede grabbed at the sheets and moaned as the cock filled him. He felt so full and it burned. He bit down on his lip harshly and shut his eyes tight, even as tears fell freely. The man who stared down at the whimpering mess underneath him watched as hair colors and length changed. The charms were down.

It did not stop the man, even when he recognized who Hero was.

It made his smirk grow, and he started a fast pace. Hero's fingers lifted up to pull the man down. He sobbed against the man's lips as he scratched down his back. The man seemed unfazed by the slight wounds on his back as he quickened his pace. He pulled out almost all the way, stopping at the tip before slamming back in, hitting the bundle of nerves that made Hero arch off the bed. He started to pound painfully into Hero, who cried out at every thrust and held on tight. The fast pace was unbearable, and Hero was a panting and moaning mess.

Soon, the man joined him, grunting more often. His thrusts grew erratic and he was obviously reaching his climax. After a few more hurried jerks, he released, hips halting as it rubbed against Hero's sweet spot. Hero let out a low satisfied moan, followed with his own blissful release. He felt the man pull out quickly and he was about to roll over to sleep. He was absolutely exhausted, and he could feel his ass start to hurt.

He felt hands stop him, and he turned to see the man still hard and ready for more. Hero tried to wriggle away when the man pull him up to his lap. The man bit and nibbled at his neck to shut him up and it worked. It was how dominance was established in many creatures Hero had interacted with, so he remained still. Slowly, the man kissed him and raised his hips to position over his cock. The man mouthed at his jaw as Hero sunk down with a desperate whimper.

Hero was not given any time to rest. The man had kept going repeatedly, and halfway through, Hero gave up and let him have his way. He was too tired to even fight back when condoms were tossed away and they started going raw.

The man was finally satisfied after fucking Hero roughly against the headboard, and let Hero lie comfortably on the bed. They were still absolutely wasted, and Hero sighed in relief when he was allowed to sleep. He felt the man firmly squeeze his aching ass, before sleeping next to him.

1: Swedish. Finish what you have begun/what you've started.

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Hero's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he registered was:

Why the fuck did everything hurt?

He knew he drank, so he understood how his head hurt from being hungover. However, what he did not understand was how much everything else ached. His ass especially hurt much more than everything else. Speaking of his ass, Hero felt bare. He lazily looked down and took a few seconds to process the naked state he was in. He screamed as he realized that he was stark naked in someone else's bed. He pulled the duvet up to his waist and when he tried to get out, he groaned at the sharp pain his ass have him.

Tears literally sprung in his eyes when he felt the pain.

He shook them away and took the moment to look around. The sunlight blaring from the windows told him it was daytime. He appeared to be extremely hungover from drinking the previous night, and found himself in someone's house, to be specific, someone's bedroom. Hero linked everything with the absurd aching in his ass and gulped.

He slept slept with somebody.

A sound of a door opening interrupted Hero's life choices judging and he turned. The door to a supposed bathroom opened and out stepped a rather familiar looking man. He was drenched, and the only towel he held was the one in his hair. He had stepped out of the bathroom naked and Hero let out a shriek. This was the man he had slept with.

The man winced and rolled his eyes, "When will people stop screaming whenever they see my penis?"

Hero did what his instincts told him to do. He took the nearest pillow and threw it at the man, who ducked and stared as it landed in a corner. He whistled lowly and turned back to Hero. He purred, "Damn. Should I put 'I fucked the Royal Military general.' in my resume?"

Hero gaped at him. How did he..? The man walked to a closet and began searching through. He threw another smirk at Hero as he said, "Look at the mirror, chaton."

Immediately, Hero bolted out of the bed and into the bathroom. He ignored how he slowed to a limp and stared dumbly at his reflection. He was too drunk the previous night that the illusion charms had fallen. Even the concealment charms on his scars had worn off. Scars from bullets, arrows and blades were all on display. He winced at the array of hickeys and bite marks on his neck and shoulders. He looked down and saw red hand prints on his hips and ass.

He heard the man step in, and he summoned a pistol into his hands. He turned and aimed, daring the man to move any closer. The man startled and immediately put his hands up, eyes widened. He stuttered, "Whoa! Look, I won't tell anyone. I don't listen to the massacre bullshit, okay! Don't kill me."

Hero stared.

The man grew desperate, "Don't you remember me from the rebellion? I was that dude who kept fucking up! You came to help and I said..."

His voice lowered, "¹Maybe you could assist me a little bit, chaton..."

Hero's mind kindly supported that voice with a memory. This man had participated in the rebellion, and was one of the fighters who trained and joined for a little while, but did not continue to be a full-time soldier. It was shortly after Kaleb had told him that he would lead Minecraftia's military. Hero remembered how flirtatious the man seemed back then. He seethed, "So you got what you wanted, a nice fuck. How do I know you won't report me?"

The man looked upset for a moment and he slowly put down his hands. Hero stilled when he pushed away the barrel of his pistol and grabbed him by the waist. The rifle disappeared and Hero found himself pressed up against the man once more. The man reached around to hug him before saying, "The search parties have definitely decreased, but a new group will come in two days. I can provide you shelter till then."

Hero shook his hands off and pressed back against the sink counter. He was tired, and everything hurt. He just mumbled, "Fine. Don't get me wrong, that was my first time so I'm obviously still mad at you."

The man froze. "Wait, what?"

Hero looked up at him. The man seemed to be a little intimidated by his white eyes. The man looked shocked, but his cheeks were bright red. Hero could see a bit of smugness and pride in those eyes. "So you mean... I'm your first?"

The Swede thinks back to a particular woman when he was a general. He remembered another warm but smaller body pressed against his, silkier hair in his hands, higher pitched moans. He rolled his shoulder, staring at the hickeys and said, "Somewhat. Why the fuck did you keep going?"

The man laughed, "Sorry, asshole move, I know. You feeling alright? I got some painkillers and I can run you a bath or something. Water? Food?"

Hero's hand went to his temple and he groaned, "I'll be fine. I'm curious though. We've met before but I've never caught your name."

The man winked, "It's Aaron. Now you know what to moan next time."

Hero sneered, "There won't be a next time, buddy."

Aaron's smirk faltered, "Did you just 'buddy' me? After that amazing night?"

It was Hero's turn to smirk. "Oh, last night was alright, but I wouldn't call it amazing."

Aaron was about to bite back a retort, when Hero pushed him aside to reach the toilet bowl. He vomited the previous night's regrets into the bowl, and groaned as Aaron patted his back and soothed him.

His fingers burnt like acid on his back. The next pile of vomit was not from the hangover. It was from his unwanted touches.

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1: You'll find the scene in Chapter 19.

Summary: Hero looses his V-Card to Aaron. It does not go as smoothly and Hero gets pulled into painful overstimulation.

If some of you don't support this chapter, sorry, but this chapter is extremely important for one of the many possible endings. Sorry if you skipped it, and hooray if you read and loved it. After all, everyone has their first time, even a serial killer. Also if you want some angst:

What would Noah feel?