Frank's POV. "Where the fuck have you been?" I asked, a little flustered over the phone sex I'd just had with my boyfriend.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked, a little flustered over the phone sex I'd just had with my boyfriend.

"Feeding my fire fetish," he replied sarcastically, a twisted smile on his face. "Uh, your fly's undone," he told me, making me turn pink. Turning around and doing it up, I then turned back to face him.

"I wouldn't care if you had fucked a cow while you've been gone. You are not allowed to leave work during your working hours," I stated. He'd just walked back into the tattoo parlor 5 minutes ago after being gone for over half an hour. I didn't want to deal with this shit. I just wanted to sit at my desk and reminisce over the fun I'd just had with The Dark Ninja on the phone. I didn't want this stupid guy to ruin my happiness. But sadly he was.

"Well you know, by the sight of you, if I didn't know any better, you've just been jerking off anyway. You're all flustered and shit, and your fly was undone. So really, what if I had of come back while you were choking the chicken? I would've copped an eyeful of shit that I don't want to see. So really, you should be thanking me for going out and setting fire to things because otherwise you would be sitting at your desk wanting to die right now. I'd have made sure Erica had seen it too. It's so obvious she wants to do you. Shame really. I don't see what she sees in you. You're just an ass whose power has gone straight to his head," Gerard ranted.

"Shut up. Now sit down and do some more work," I ordered him. I was angry that he could tell I'd been jerking off. I sat at my desk and read the newspaper. I opened up the gossip pages only to see another picture of The Skeleton and The Dark Ninja making out. I read the article next to it.

The Skeleton and The Dark Ninja were once again seen displaying affection for one another in public. There's still been no comments from either superhero and they are yet to publicly come out of the closet.

I snorted upon reading it. Gerard looked up and saw what I'd been reading.

"What's your problem now?" he asked. I decided to ignore the annoyance in his voice which was directed at me.

"As if they haven't already come out of the closet. They're making out in public. Isn't that enough to tell the world they're gay and together?" I spoke.

"Most people still don't understand gay people. Some people need to hear it from the people themselves in order to believe it. It might be obvious that they're a couple to people like you and me, but to someone like Erica, she'd still be wondering if there's a possibility that they're straight," Gerard replied.

"Can you fucking just lay off Erica? Sure, she's not very smart and she has fake tits, but you don't have to bag her out all the time," I informed the artist.

"Maybe when she stops broadcasting my 'fire fetish' to everyone she puts tattoos on, then I wouldn't make such comments," he replied, making quotation marks in the air when saying the words 'fire fetish'.

"I've had enough of you. I'm gonna go and see if anyone needs help tattooing," I replied, walking out of my office and slamming the door, leaving him alone to trace another design.

Every time I walked into my office, I kept giving the employee angry glares as he looked up to see who was entering the office. He was pissing me off right now.

I was glad to get out of work in the afternoon to see my boyfriend. He was there waiting for me, a red rose in his hands as I walked up to him, grinning. We were in the street mall near cops, surrounded by media who looked on as I jumped up on my boyfriend and wrapped my legs around his waist. I held onto him tight as his lips met, our tongues mingling as our hearts raced. Grinning as we pulled away, I jumped down as he wrapped one arm around me and handed me a rose. I could feel myself blushing under my mask as I took the rose from him and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, standing on my tip toes as I kissed him once more.

"There's something I wanna tell you," he spoke. "I lo--"

"Dark Ninja, Skeleton, we're still waiting for back up, but in the mean time, the media would like to speak to you," one of the policemen spoke up. We nodded.

"Can we go over in a minute? The Dark Ninja was just telling me something," I told him. The policeman nodded and walked away. "Now, Ninja boy, what was it that you were gonna say?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter," he replied.

"Yes it does. Everything you say matters to me. Now tell me," I demanded.

"Ok. Well, I've recently had this funny feeling in my stomach when I spoke to you or thought about you. At work this afternoon, I realized something. I love you," he spoke simply, making me grin widely.

"I've been thinking about the same thing. I'm pretty sure I love you too!" I exclaimed. "Is it wrong that we don't even know one another's identities?" I asked.

"Not at all," he grinned, holding me and leaning in to kiss me. As our lips touched we became invisible, which was good, because otherwise the media would just keep taking our picture which we didn't need. I heard him moan into the kiss as he broke away from me. I couldn't see him, but I could still feel him holding onto me. Suddenly, my feet were off the ground and I was being flown over towards the media. As our feet hit the ground, we became visible to one another, and I snuggled into The Dark Ninja's side as we turned to face the media, who were taking pictures of us.

"Um, hi," The Dark Ninja spoke. "You wanted to speak to us?"

"Is it true that you're both together?" someone in the pack of journalists asked. Flashes were still constantly going off.

"Yeah," I replied shyly.

"What's your sexualities?" someone asked.

"We're gay," The Dark Ninja said.

"Do you know one another's secret identities?" a media person asked as the police back up arrived.

"Sorry, we've gotta get back to saving people. It was nice talking to you all though," I informed them as I felt myself become invisible again. The Dark Ninja flew me over to the police where we were gonna start doing our job.