What If...?
Title: What If…? When Teddy Was Gone
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski, Billy Kaplan
Prompt: 82. If
Word Count: 890
Rating: R
Summary: What if, instead of leaving, Victor stayed?
Author's Notes: Companion piece to When Teddy Was Gone.
Victor didn't visit Billy until three days after Teddy's funeral. He'd been at the funeral, of course. Everyone had. And he's expressed his condolences then.
But it wasn't enough to just say how sorry he was when everyone around was doing the same thing. That was easy to do. Actually being there for someone was much harder.
Victor was willing to do anything for Billy.
Which was why he was knocking on the door of the East Village apartment, his heart in his throat.
He waited almost ten minutes before Billy answered his knock. The spell caster looked like hell. He was still wearing the clothes he'd had on at the funeral, and it looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his eyes puffy and red. "Vic," he croaked.
"God, Billy." He hugged the man, and he felt Billy rest his head on his shoulder. "I came to see how you were doing."
Billy shuddered, making an incoherent noise. Victor walked them in, bringing them over to the battered old couch. Billy clung to him like he was the only thing keeping him afloat. Victor closed his eyes and held Billy tighter, trying to memorize every contour and trying not to feel guilty. This was what he wanted. What he'd wanted for a long time.
But not like this, Victor thought as he stroked Billy's soft black hair. Not like this.
Could he pass up this chance, though? Billy needed someone. Why not him?
He put his fingers under Billy's chin, lifting the other man's face, and flicked his tongue across his lips before moving in for a deep kiss. Billy didn't resist, didn't pull away. Tentatively, he responded, his tongue meeting Victor's. His hands rested on the mutant's shoulders, gripping him tightly enough to leave bruises.
Billy tasted like salt, and when Victor opened his eyes, he saw the spell caster was still crying.
Victor pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't-- I'm sorry." He pulled himself off the couch, away from Billy. "God, I-”
Billy’s hand shot out, gripping Victor’s wrist. “Please,” he croaked. “Don’t leave me alone.” There was so much desperation in his voice, in his every movement, that it was painful to watch.
“Alright,” Vic said, letting Billy pull him back. “I’ll stay.”
Billy kissed him, his lips still wet and salty and his hands clinging desperately. Victor put his hands on Billy’s shoulders, kneading them gently. “It’s alright,” he whispered against Billy’s mouth. “It’s alright.”
They jumped apart when someone knocked on the door. Billy smoothed his hair back. “I’ll get it,” he whispered, rising to his feet and going to the door. Victor sat there, staring at his hands. What the hell am I doing? he thought. I can’t… I shouldn’t do this. I’ve got to go.
He stood up as Billy shut the door again, leaning back against it before slowly sliding down. Victor crossed the room quickly, crouching at the mage’s side. “Billy?” He wrapped his arms around the other man.
Billy clutched his shirt, his lips against Victor’s neck. “Don’t leave me alone. Please.”
“I won’t. I wouldn’t ever.” Victor gathered him up, and Billy let out a soft whimper that made him shiver. He was kissing Billy again, holding him close as he staggered to his feet. “God, Billy.”
“Don’t go. Don’t go,” the spell caster said over and over, punctuating each worth with a kiss. His hands roamed freely across the mutant’s shoulders, back, and chest before heading down, gripping his hips and buttocks. Victor let out a little gasp, pulling back a bit.
“We-”
Billy unzipped his fly. “You want to.”
“I don’t-”
The dark haired man slid his hands inside Victor’s pants. “You do.”
“We shouldn’t-”
“We are.” Billy cut him off with another kiss, more demanding than the others. “Don’t leave me alone.” Victor’s pants dropped around his ankles, and Billy shoved his underwear down. He wrapped his hand around Victor’s cock, pulling slowly down the length of him. Victor braced his arms on the door, his legs shaking. Billy pressed so close, they couldn’t have gotten closer without physically merging.
Victor shuddered, his hands coming back to Billy’s shoulders. They slid down to his chest, working buttons open as they went. Billy made a needy, keening noise as Victor’s hands moved inside his shirt, his nails lightly scratching the mage’s nipples. His skin felt like it was on fire. “Billy…” Victor sighed into his neck, finally going for the other man’s rumpled slacks. He soon had them down over Billy’s hips, then past his knees. He keened softly, lips still pressed firmly to Billy’s neck. He could feel the spell caster’s mile-a-minute heartbeat.
He pulled them both down to the floor, helping Billy rid himself of his pants. He knelt between the other man’s knees, one hand braced on the floor, the other resting on his chest.
“This is what you want, right?” Billy asked desperately, his hands on Victor’s shoulders as his legs wrapped around the mutant’s waist. “Right?”
Victor couldn’t bring himself to answer.
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski, Billy Kaplan
Prompt: 82. If
Word Count: 890
Rating: R
Summary: What if, instead of leaving, Victor stayed?
Author's Notes: Companion piece to When Teddy Was Gone.
Victor didn't visit Billy until three days after Teddy's funeral. He'd been at the funeral, of course. Everyone had. And he's expressed his condolences then.
But it wasn't enough to just say how sorry he was when everyone around was doing the same thing. That was easy to do. Actually being there for someone was much harder.
Victor was willing to do anything for Billy.
Which was why he was knocking on the door of the East Village apartment, his heart in his throat.
He waited almost ten minutes before Billy answered his knock. The spell caster looked like hell. He was still wearing the clothes he'd had on at the funeral, and it looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his eyes puffy and red. "Vic," he croaked.
"God, Billy." He hugged the man, and he felt Billy rest his head on his shoulder. "I came to see how you were doing."
Billy shuddered, making an incoherent noise. Victor walked them in, bringing them over to the battered old couch. Billy clung to him like he was the only thing keeping him afloat. Victor closed his eyes and held Billy tighter, trying to memorize every contour and trying not to feel guilty. This was what he wanted. What he'd wanted for a long time.
But not like this, Victor thought as he stroked Billy's soft black hair. Not like this.
Could he pass up this chance, though? Billy needed someone. Why not him?
He put his fingers under Billy's chin, lifting the other man's face, and flicked his tongue across his lips before moving in for a deep kiss. Billy didn't resist, didn't pull away. Tentatively, he responded, his tongue meeting Victor's. His hands rested on the mutant's shoulders, gripping him tightly enough to leave bruises.
Billy tasted like salt, and when Victor opened his eyes, he saw the spell caster was still crying.
Victor pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't-- I'm sorry." He pulled himself off the couch, away from Billy. "God, I-”
Billy’s hand shot out, gripping Victor’s wrist. “Please,” he croaked. “Don’t leave me alone.” There was so much desperation in his voice, in his every movement, that it was painful to watch.
“Alright,” Vic said, letting Billy pull him back. “I’ll stay.”
Billy kissed him, his lips still wet and salty and his hands clinging desperately. Victor put his hands on Billy’s shoulders, kneading them gently. “It’s alright,” he whispered against Billy’s mouth. “It’s alright.”
They jumped apart when someone knocked on the door. Billy smoothed his hair back. “I’ll get it,” he whispered, rising to his feet and going to the door. Victor sat there, staring at his hands. What the hell am I doing? he thought. I can’t… I shouldn’t do this. I’ve got to go.
He stood up as Billy shut the door again, leaning back against it before slowly sliding down. Victor crossed the room quickly, crouching at the mage’s side. “Billy?” He wrapped his arms around the other man.
Billy clutched his shirt, his lips against Victor’s neck. “Don’t leave me alone. Please.”
“I won’t. I wouldn’t ever.” Victor gathered him up, and Billy let out a soft whimper that made him shiver. He was kissing Billy again, holding him close as he staggered to his feet. “God, Billy.”
“Don’t go. Don’t go,” the spell caster said over and over, punctuating each worth with a kiss. His hands roamed freely across the mutant’s shoulders, back, and chest before heading down, gripping his hips and buttocks. Victor let out a little gasp, pulling back a bit.
“We-”
Billy unzipped his fly. “You want to.”
“I don’t-”
The dark haired man slid his hands inside Victor’s pants. “You do.”
“We shouldn’t-”
“We are.” Billy cut him off with another kiss, more demanding than the others. “Don’t leave me alone.” Victor’s pants dropped around his ankles, and Billy shoved his underwear down. He wrapped his hand around Victor’s cock, pulling slowly down the length of him. Victor braced his arms on the door, his legs shaking. Billy pressed so close, they couldn’t have gotten closer without physically merging.
Victor shuddered, his hands coming back to Billy’s shoulders. They slid down to his chest, working buttons open as they went. Billy made a needy, keening noise as Victor’s hands moved inside his shirt, his nails lightly scratching the mage’s nipples. His skin felt like it was on fire. “Billy…” Victor sighed into his neck, finally going for the other man’s rumpled slacks. He soon had them down over Billy’s hips, then past his knees. He keened softly, lips still pressed firmly to Billy’s neck. He could feel the spell caster’s mile-a-minute heartbeat.
He pulled them both down to the floor, helping Billy rid himself of his pants. He knelt between the other man’s knees, one hand braced on the floor, the other resting on his chest.
“This is what you want, right?” Billy asked desperately, his hands on Victor’s shoulders as his legs wrapped around the mutant’s waist. “Right?”
Victor couldn’t bring himself to answer.