maddy, queen of fiveya, please give us #46 !!
âŚout of envy or jealousy.
Five grimaced at the bright pink lipstick mark on his cheek, rubbing away at it with his hand. An overzealous fan had somehow bypassed security and jumped him on the way to the platform where the Umbrella Academy was supposed to be getting an award - Defender of the City or some nonsense like that. Sheâd surprised him, pecking a fast one on his shocked mouth and then another on his cheek before she was pulled away. There wasnât any time to deal with it right after the fact so Five got photographed and recorded with this hideous bright pink all over his face. Klaus and Diego could barely contain their laughter while Allison glared at him like it was his fault.
Now they were headed back home and all of Fiveâs efforts to get the pink off his face just seemed to spread it all over his skin instead. âDonât any of you have a napkin or something?â he demanded from his other siblings. Ben offered an apologetic shrug while Klaus burst into another fit of hysterical giggles.
âSorry buddy,â he snorted. âThough at least we all know that this shade of pink is definitely not for you.â
Allison regarded him with cool eyes before smirking. âYouâre right, Klaus. It clashes with his eyes.âÂ
Diego grinned at him. âSo... you gonna call her or what bro?â This joke cracked even Luther whoâd been blessedly silent for most of the car trip. Now they were all laughing at him and Five was about two seconds from throwing them all out the car.
Ben made it worse. âGood luck explaining that to Vanya.â This made all of them shriek loudly, Klaus burying his face in Allisonâs shoulder while Diego slapped his knee, hooting about how Five was in the doghouse.
Five scowled at all his cackling siblings. âYouâre all so goddamn useless.â
Back home the first place he blinked to was the bathroom, fully intending on scrubbing his face raw until all evidence of the waxy pink lipstick was gone. He wasnât alone, Vanya washing her hands at the sink. She looked up with a smile as soon as he arrived. âOh Five youâre bac - â she stopped mid-sentence, eyes going wide at the sight of him. âWhat happened to your face?â she squeaked.
âDonât you start either,â Five warned her, a little snappish from his siblingsâ teasing. âSome idiotic fan mauled me today. I know I look ridiculous. You donât need to tell me that.â He splashed water all over his cheek, reaching for the soap. Vanyaâs hands stopped him. He groaned, irritated. âVanya what are you - â
âSome fan kissed you?â Five paused at Vanyaâs quiet words. She was staring at him with a rather strange expression, eyes dark with intent. Five felt his stomach clench. She only ever looked like that at night when heâd snuck to her bed after curfew, running their hands over each other under the covers.Â
âIt... was not consensual,â Five assured her, voice cracking a little towards the end. Vanya was a good foot shorter than him but somehow under her heated gaze he felt surprisingly small. His face was still dripping wet when Vanya leaned in to grab his collar, pulling him down towards her. âVanya,â he stammered. âUm.â
Vanya wasnât listening. She kissed his cheek first, right over the smeared kiss mark. Five let out a very embarrassing yelp. Theyâd never done anything like this in broad daylight, let alone in the communal bathroom. Vanya didnât seem to care about that, peppering kisses all along his skin until his face was flushed. Then she pulled away, scrutinizing his cheek with a satisfied look, moving on to his mouth next.
Five was not at all prepared for the fierce, bold way Vanya pressed her soft lips against his. Vanyaâs kisses were always gentle and sweet, deepening into something more at his urging. This was an insistent kiss. A possessive kiss. She probed at the seam of his mouth with the little tip of her tongue and Five groaned into her, hand coming up to cup the back of her head, gripping her hair. Vanya made a pleased little noise, leaning up further into him, pressing her body against his. She slid her tongue fully into his mouth, licking him open and Five felt his knees tremble. He never wanted her to stop kissing him. He could just stay here and let her take what she wanted from him for the rest of all time.Â
Then all too soon, Vanya was pulling away from him. Her mouth was wet, spit dribbling on her chin, and slightly pink from the lipstick. Five gaped at her dumbly, absolutely speechless. She blushed, tucking her hair behind her hair. âI donât like that color,â is all she offered him before turning around to leave.
Five glanced in the mirror. His red face and swollen mouth. No trace of pink left on his lips.