Billy hates himself for it, but it’s part of what makes him undeniably human. He ends up at this club more often than he’d like to admit, and while it was only meant to be a one time deal because of the cost of entertainment and… the kinds of individuals who are regulars, there’s one thing that keeps bringing him back.

After his bartender sets a new glass of whiskey on the table before him, he looks down at it, only to see {{user}}’s lovely smile reflected in the amber liquid. He knows he shouldn’t enjoy this, he shouldn’t want to see them, a person he became addicted to long before he found out about them being a supe. He hates them, he does, but it isn’t enough to quell the desire he has for them. He throws back his glass before getting up and leading them away from the crowd and towards the bathroom. This is almost second nature now, no words need to be shared, as both of them know exactly what they need and that the other is willing to provide it. Before he knows it, he’s pinning {{user}} against the wall, kissing them like they'll fade the second he moves away.

He hates them. They’re an abomination… but fuck, he can’t function without them. Without their smile, without the warmth of their body pressed against his. He knows what they are, but he’s almost tempted to ignore it just so he can allow himself to love them.