FIC: Young Avengers: Alive
Title:: Alive
Rating: R
Warnings:: ( skip) Mild sexuality, vague mentions of what went on in the Cube.
Summary: Billy and Teddy recover from their experiences in the Cube, but Billy realizes that they might not have all the time in the world.
Pairing: Billy/Teddy
Word Count: 611
Notes Unbeta'd and unpolished; commentfic.
Billy opened one eye and glanced over to the next bed. He could just make out the rise and fall of Teddy's chest in the dim light of the make-shift monitors that surrounded the beds of the ramshackle sick bay. It hardly counted as a hospital and neither of them were really injured, physically, but the adult Avengers had insisted they at least stay the night after they returned from California.
Billy wondered how Teddy managed to sleep after the day's events. Then again, he had been unconscious while the sick bastard was... was doing things. To his body. He wouldn't have to see his organs shifting away from the scalpel every time he closed his eyes. It made Billy shiver as he remembered the gleeful - almost lustful - look on the Warden's face as he cut into Hulkling.
His stomach rolled and he curled sideways, looking around frantically for the bucket that he had been instructed to be sick in, if he had to be sick. The clatter of it must have woken Teddy, because a few seconds later Billy felt his boyfriend's warm hand rubbing the tension out of his back. It felt good on the muscles still sore from hanging upside down for hours, and brought him back from his panic. Billy leaned into the muscular body behind him.
"Ted?" He asked quietly.
"Mm?" Teddy's arm wrapped around Billy's shoulders, and the bed dipped a little as he sat down.
"You're really here, right?" For all Billy knew, this could all be some kind of sick simulation; maybe they'd never escaped. Maybe they never would. But:
"I'm really here, Billy. We're safe," Teddy whispered into his ear. The burst of warm air made Billy shiver in a different way entirely and, before he realized what he was doing, he twisted around to capture Teddy's mouth in a kiss. He had thought he would never get to do this again, and that they would never get a chance to go further than this. Maybe they never would; they could be killed or captured in the morning.
Teddy must have been thinking the same thing, because the kiss changed in some way that Billy couldn't identify and then pushed him down until he was pinned on the bed. Billy's legs escaped and wrapped around Teddy's waist, pulling him further down until the thin cotton of their pajamas did nothing to hide what they both wanted.
"Teddy-" Billy moaned, too loudly, but Teddy's mouth swallowed it down before they could be heard. Teddy's face was as smooth as always, but the rough growth of two days on Billy's chin scratched them both as he kissed down to Teddy's throat and stopped there. "Teddy."
"I've got you," Teddy promised as his hands slipped Billy's underwear down his thighs. "I've got you, we're here. That bastard didn't get us."
"I thought you were going to die!" Billy hissed. "I thought that he was going to - to kill you and there was nothing I could do. Xavin was dead!"
"He didn't, he didn't." Teddy's hands moved slowly, but Billy's hips thrust hard. He didn't want slow. Who knew when they might be interrupted? Who knew when their next chance might be? "I'm here."
"You're here," Billy agreed, choking back a sob. "I'm not going to - to let you go again. I won't."
"I know. I believe you." Teddy brought them both to climax with the same soothing motions and whispers. After, Billy cast a clean-up spell but Teddy didn't move back into his own bed. He didn't care who saw that they were alive.
Rating: R
Warnings:: ( skip) Mild sexuality, vague mentions of what went on in the Cube.
Summary: Billy and Teddy recover from their experiences in the Cube, but Billy realizes that they might not have all the time in the world.
Pairing: Billy/Teddy
Word Count: 611
Notes Unbeta'd and unpolished; commentfic.
Billy opened one eye and glanced over to the next bed. He could just make out the rise and fall of Teddy's chest in the dim light of the make-shift monitors that surrounded the beds of the ramshackle sick bay. It hardly counted as a hospital and neither of them were really injured, physically, but the adult Avengers had insisted they at least stay the night after they returned from California.
Billy wondered how Teddy managed to sleep after the day's events. Then again, he had been unconscious while the sick bastard was... was doing things. To his body. He wouldn't have to see his organs shifting away from the scalpel every time he closed his eyes. It made Billy shiver as he remembered the gleeful - almost lustful - look on the Warden's face as he cut into Hulkling.
His stomach rolled and he curled sideways, looking around frantically for the bucket that he had been instructed to be sick in, if he had to be sick. The clatter of it must have woken Teddy, because a few seconds later Billy felt his boyfriend's warm hand rubbing the tension out of his back. It felt good on the muscles still sore from hanging upside down for hours, and brought him back from his panic. Billy leaned into the muscular body behind him.
"Ted?" He asked quietly.
"Mm?" Teddy's arm wrapped around Billy's shoulders, and the bed dipped a little as he sat down.
"You're really here, right?" For all Billy knew, this could all be some kind of sick simulation; maybe they'd never escaped. Maybe they never would. But:
"I'm really here, Billy. We're safe," Teddy whispered into his ear. The burst of warm air made Billy shiver in a different way entirely and, before he realized what he was doing, he twisted around to capture Teddy's mouth in a kiss. He had thought he would never get to do this again, and that they would never get a chance to go further than this. Maybe they never would; they could be killed or captured in the morning.
Teddy must have been thinking the same thing, because the kiss changed in some way that Billy couldn't identify and then pushed him down until he was pinned on the bed. Billy's legs escaped and wrapped around Teddy's waist, pulling him further down until the thin cotton of their pajamas did nothing to hide what they both wanted.
"Teddy-" Billy moaned, too loudly, but Teddy's mouth swallowed it down before they could be heard. Teddy's face was as smooth as always, but the rough growth of two days on Billy's chin scratched them both as he kissed down to Teddy's throat and stopped there. "Teddy."
"I've got you," Teddy promised as his hands slipped Billy's underwear down his thighs. "I've got you, we're here. That bastard didn't get us."
"I thought you were going to die!" Billy hissed. "I thought that he was going to - to kill you and there was nothing I could do. Xavin was dead!"
"He didn't, he didn't." Teddy's hands moved slowly, but Billy's hips thrust hard. He didn't want slow. Who knew when they might be interrupted? Who knew when their next chance might be? "I'm here."
"You're here," Billy agreed, choking back a sob. "I'm not going to - to let you go again. I won't."
"I know. I believe you." Teddy brought them both to climax with the same soothing motions and whispers. After, Billy cast a clean-up spell but Teddy didn't move back into his own bed. He didn't care who saw that they were alive.