Hotstreak's large hands splayed on Virgil's dark skin. The hero looked up at him and gave him an overly tender smile, placing his slender hand on top of the paler one. Hotstreak gave Virgil a sleepy smile in response to his tender one. Words were never need between them, both knowing each other so well. Dark and light hands enlaced as a dark head rests on a scared, thumping chest. Virgil lifted his head, and a kiss ensued between them. Pulling back after the passionate kiss, their hands tightened lovingly.

Love pulsed through the pyro's fire green eyes and the hero's own chocolate eyes respond. Both of them had found the bliss in each others arms. Both hoped to stay together forever, but knowing that with their league duties it might be impossible. Hotstreak and Virgil knew what would happen to themselves if the other died. They wouldn't be able to live without each other. Knew they'd kill themselves if the other passed on without them. A pale hand squeezed a darker one, thumb rubbing the back gently, lovingly. Hotstreak never thought he'd get someone as pure as Virgil, but he did. The red head didn't know why Virgil loved him but he'd keep the hero forever, even if Virgil dumped him. He was to selfish other wise.

Virgil's hand squeezed back as he thought of something along the same lines. Hotstreak could have chosen someone stronger, smarter, a women. A women could give Francis something he had always wanted, a family. The pyro had told him in the beginning that he'd always wanted six kids and Virgil couldn't give him any. Virgil had also given up his own dreams of a child when they'd gotten together. The son he had been told about during his trip to the future, gone. Not that he'd trade Francis for anything in the universe. Regardless of it, a sad look came to Virgil's face, and Hotstreak frowned. He hated it when Virgil was sad, someone as wonderful as Virgil should never be sad. The pyro briefly contemplated breaking their comfortable silence, but couldn't take the sad look adorning his baby's face.

"Virg'? You okay?" Hotstreak's raspy voice broke through the silence. Virgil gave hi a watery look.

"I want babies," Virgil replied mournfully. Hotstreak became upset as well.

"Me to baby," Hotstreak replied, hand, again, tightening around Virgil's.

"I should have been born a girl, then we could've had them. I'm so sorry I took away your chance to be a daddy," Virgil said, tears coming out of his loving eyes. Hotstreak looked surprised at his lover.

"Don't say that. Your perfect as a boy, and 'sides if I cant have kids with you, I don't want them." Hotstreak said soothingly.

"But Frankie, I was gonna have a son," Virgil wailed. Hotstreak looked greatly confused.

"What do you mean?" Hotstreak asked, nervousness streaking through his voice.

"I went to the future and I was told by a reliable source, that I was gonna have a son, we were going to. But I don't know how, or with who," Virgil said, weepy. Hotstreak's fire green eyes widened.

"It worked," The red head whispered. Virgil calmed slightly.

"What worked?" Virgil asked, sniffling.

" I asked Foley to make you somethin' to ensure you to get pregnant. It was going to be a surprise." Hotstreak said, large hand tightening around Virgil's slender one. Virgil's chocolate eyes widened.

"Oh Frankie," Virgil called out loudly in joy and he kissed the pyro hungrily. Francis smile through their kiss. Virgil pulled back moments later.

"Is it ready?" Virgil asked, excitedly. Hotstreak blushed at how adorable Virgil was acting.

"I may have already given the finale project to you." Hotstreak said nervous on how Virgil would react to being drugged. Virgil's joyous face softened as he looked at his jailbird.

"You're the greatest, but never do that again," Virgil replied and snuggled back into Hotstreak's overly warm body. Hotstreak smiled and snuggle contently with Virgil, kissing his head before dozing off.