kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[God, he looks so pitiful, Billy almost feels like laughing because it's so ridiculous. He doesn't, obviously - it would be terrible - but there's some pretty visible mirth in his eyes as he finally tugs Teddy's hand down to lazily kiss his knuckles.]

I'm not. Are you kidding me? That was the best sex we've ever had. Look what I made you do!

[Yeah, remember that extra emotion he's feeling? It's pride.]

[Teddy feels his face burn hotter, both from Billy's words and actions. He doesn't even try shifting away the redness either, just lets it creep back to his ears.]

Um... yeah, you made me turn the bed - your bed into shambles.

[Billy might have to explain a little further to see how this is a prideful thing; the way Teddy sees it, it's an inconvenience that's made them have to move their sleeping place.]

Our bed. I think we can safely call it our bed at this point.

[They're in it together more often than not, after all. But more seriously:]

I think you're looking at the wrong thing, here. Yeah, you wrecked the bed. It's kind of- it's cool, how you were that into it. But what you should be looking at is me.

[At that, he shifts his body a little, pulling at the ripped material of the costume to get it out of the way as much as he can without help, at his hips, his waist, his thighs, and his gloves, wherever Teddy had put his hands while they were making love. And beneath the material, the only sign that he'd been touched at all is a collection of little white depressions where his fingers had been, signs of a hardened grip, painless and no worse than any mark he'd left in the past without the Hulkling form. He gives Teddy a meaningful look once he's finished showing off, smiling gently.

He's proud that he got Teddy to lose control, yes.

But he's more proud that Teddy made sure he was safe first.]

[Teddy looks at those spots for a moment, and then he scoots closer, unable to resist the urge to run his fingers over the exposed skin, both to express affection and to check for any real signs of damage. His thighs, his hips, his stomach, even his softened length - though he doesn't touch there for long, he's sure Billy's too tired to feel aroused again, after all.

And, well... Other than the usual marks he tends to leave, there's nothing. No signs of anything being painful, not even when the passion ramped up. It was just... the bed that was on the receiving end of whatever he couldn't hold back.

Whatever tension that was in his shoulders ends up relaxing, and he glances away with a half smile of his own, though it's enough for a dimple to show in his cheek. His hand remains on Billy's thigh for a moment, then slides down to his knee, just keeping contact for now, assuring himself further. It's scary even to him how capable he is of such destruction, something he's been reminded of over and over ever since he was a child. But if he can make sure that someone he holds dear and precious to him is safe, even when his emotions feel out of control, even if less sentient objects get broken in the process...

Well. What's there to be ashamed of? And if Billy's so proud of what he made Teddy do...

Maybe he's a little proud of himself, too. Not for destroying the bed, god no. That'll always be a source of embarrassment, Hulkling or not. But defying what he was so afraid of at the start of all this... That, he can be proud of.]

Heh... I've got more control that I thought. [And after a glance at the wall:] More or less.

You do. You're amazing.

[Billy shifts his hand to Teddy's chest, rubbing up and down soothingly before letting his hand drop. It seems as if the message has been both received and accepted, so he feels a little better about it. Beds can be fixed, and people heal, even if he didn't have to this time. It's not that big a deal.

Maybe someday Teddy will trust himself as much as Billy trusts him, but until then, he'll be sure to give reminders like this.]

...And you know that if you had left a mark on me somewhere, I'd be fine with it, right?

[He says it in a casual tone, knowing full-well that Teddy probably doesn't think that at all.]

[That makes Teddy's smile fade and his gaze to shoot back at him, a very, very brief expression like fear in his eyes before it's replaced with a mild worry, and his eyebrow raises as if asking really, Billy, really? Although he does seem to look a little musing on the subject, now that he's thinking of a specific form of marking that he's already practiced quite a bit with him.]

Well, I can always go for hickies in other places... thighs, maybe?

[He can get behind that. Just. No scratches or anything he might cause, that's just asking a bit too much right now.

That worry fades soon enough, replaced by another smile as he nudges at Billy's shoulder.]

But we can save that for another time. Right now, costume change...?

[...hickies...

...well, that's okay, too. Billy's smile is musing, and he doesn't push the issue; it's not exactly what he meant, but Teddy's already overcome one huge hurdle today, and the state of the bed's got him nervous. He won't ruin the evening by trying to explain what he's really talking about. It's not like he's asking Teddy to hurt him, but he can't articulate the intent well right now, either.

He'll just file it away for later; for now, he rolls back over, head pillowed on his arms again.]

Mmhmm. If it won't budge, just tear it- I'll fix it tomorrow.

It's kind of what I had in mind.

[This is much better territory right here, no talking about marks or control or strength or anything. And for a moment, Teddy doesn't mess with the costume, just strokes his fingers up and down Billy's back. His lower back, after it's caressed for a moment, gets special treatment; Teddy presses his fingers against the spot and rubs them in circles, a massage in all the right places, seeing how those muscles were abused due to their love making.

With one hand still palming his lower back, the other trails a fingernail up his spine, and Billy will feel that nail turn into a claw on its way up. That might give him an idea on what Teddy's planning, though he doesn't start tearing just yet.]

...Nnnn.

[Billy lets his approval sound in his tone, shown in the way his back arches meaningfully into the touch. He doesn't mind or flinch at the claw, merely smiles again, knowing what to expect and looking one hundred percent okay with it. Teddy's already well and truly shown how trustworthy he is; those claws will never scare him now.]

[Once Teddy gets to the top of where the costume actually begins, he has to move his other hand, seeing how this'll be easier with both of them available. He presses a kiss just above the line of spandex, then lifts up the edge of the material just slightly, enough to slide a claw under, then starts to tear a neat line downward. With his strength, and his other hand holding onto the spandex to ensure that it doesn't get pulled down with the movement, it's relatively easy to do.

At his shoulder blades, Teddy stops for a moment just to cut a similar line left and right to free up his arms from the sleeves. Then he's back on track, moving downward again slowly, carefully, until he gets to the small of his back, where he momentarily stops.]

Mm, all right? [He's not quite finished yet, but let's try freeing up what's cut for now. Teddy pushes the fabric that's cut along Billy's back to the sides and, with his fingers shifted to normal, he goes right back to pampering his boyfriend with a back massage, paying attention to all the places that might have suffered a little abuse or that still carry some tension.]

Definitely alright.

[There's no hesitation in Billy's voice, just an undertone of sleepy contentment and cuddly bliss. His fingers curl in the material of what's left of one of his pillows, scattering fluff and feathers, and his wings shudder and stretch out a bit, no longer confined against his back under the fabric. After being in it for so long, even with how good the experience has been and how comfortable the costume is, essentially, it feels good to be free. Or half free, anyway. And he can wait for the rest if this is what's delaying things.

He shifts very slightly, pressing as deep into the bed as he can without actually melting into it, his voice half-muffled in the pillow.]

Oh my god, you are way too good to me...

Nah... just good enough, I think.

[Trust Teddy to be humble about his actions. Loving Billy like this just feels natural, and he loves to make him feel good, so what could be too good about this?

Though just to make things extra-nice, Teddy presses his thumbs in circles against Billy's lower back, and he keeps up that motion as he leans himself down and presses his lips against the flesh between Billy's wings, enjoying the feel of the feathers tickling his cheeks. He then nuzzles the spot with his nose and lips before pressing little kisses downward, until he reaches his hands, which still work at the muscles within the small of Billy's back.]

Ready for the rest? [And because Teddy can be pretty shameless when he's alone with Billy, he lets his hands slide down until the brush against the curve of Billy's ass, fingers musing there.]

[Well, better than what he'd originally thought, at least- that Teddy was too good for him or something. Then again sometimes he thought Teddy was too damn good for anyone. There'd certainly been moments.

This isn't one of them. This moment is just: he's in love, he had excellent sex, and he enjoys being pampered. That's about all the haze of his mind is able to cover right now.

His wings flutter a bit as Teddy draws away from them, practically with a mind of their own, and he takes a moment to stretch them out fully, back arching, shoulders rolling. He still feels loose and a bit noodle-armed, but it feels good to- well, feel them again.

His ass, though...]

Hrngh. Depends on what you do with that.

[It's not quite a wince, more of a preemptive, cautious expression, because he's still pretty damn tender in that particular area from what they'd just done, but he trusts Teddy to be gentle. Still, it never hurts to give a little extra warning, just in case.

He's smiling where his face is pressed against the crook of his arm, though, head tilted so the expression is visible, so Teddy can at least gauge his mood if he cares to look.]

[Once they split off from Jane and make their way back to the apartment complex, Billy feels immediately better, mostly because he can stop pretending that he's fine and have a good freak-out like he's been wanting to all day. His hands are still stinging, his magic's going haywire, and he hasn't had a decent night's sleep all week.

Thankfully Teddy offers to fly him home, and since teleporting isn't an option, Billy jumps on the idea, since it's much faster than walking. A part of him had just wanted to feel the safety and security of being back in the arms of his boyfriend.

It's much better than the alternative, that's for sure.]

[In all, since his reunion with Billy, Teddy has had his hair spiked up and dyed violet (which he liked, but it was easily fixed), the atmosphere around them to grow soft and pink after their hug, and his socks turn from white fabric to water. Just his socks, since that's the only part of him that isn't shifted.

Teddy suspects that there's more to come, too, but he doesn't mind. For one, he's just happy and relieved to have his boyfriend in his arms, warm and safe and here. And he's sure that Billy will need his presence and his support while he tries to work out this issue, as well as what else he went through when he was kidnapped.

And he loves him. How could a bit of weird magic keep him away?

Flying through the air now, Teddy even shifted his clothes properly to "hulk out", for he knows how safe Billy feels while he's like this. And honestly, it doesn't take him long at all to find a straight gliding path, then look down at Billy.]

I've been dying to kiss you. Can I?

God, yes.

[It's practically an exhale, and Billy's torn between mild exasperation that Teddy even feels the need to ask and relief that the offer was made. Without waiting for a real response he goes ahead and takes the initiative with it. He's already feeling ridiculous and embarrassed by all the magical mishaps thus far, so he's plenty inclined to start feeling like a decently dignified and attractive boyfriend again, thank you very much.]

[Teddy doesn't even care if some sort of magical mishap happens while they kiss; It's been days, days of wondering what's happening to Billy, of falling asleep in an empty bed, cooking for one, going on his laptop when he doesn't have anything in particular to do and not being able to share his small talk with anyone. It felt like a part of him was missing, a very big hole in his chest that couldn't be filled.

Now, it's well on its way to being filled. And Teddy just can't get enough of touching Billy, making sure he's all right, and now, he can't get enough of their kiss. At least, until they run out of air, and when he pulls back -

Well, now there's sparkles everywhere, like when a male does something particularly breathtaking in a shoujo anime. He looks at them all, then lets out a soft snort before taking them up higher into the air, giving Billy a taste of the sky that he missed out on in wherever the Malnosso take him.]

Wow, the things I do to you...

[Billy's gaze drifts upwards at that, catching sight of the sparkles, and he groans and buries his face against Teddy's shoulder. So much for looking better. He's kind of missing the sky now, though.]

Oh my god, kill me now. I've become Supernatural-canon Gabriel.

[...It is pretty spectacular to be able to kiss Teddy again, though, especially since he's spent the last several days wondering when he'll even see him again. His grip on Teddy is a little tighter now, despite the sorry state of his hands, and it isn't because of the altitude.]

[Teddy returns the tightening hold, though he makes sure to keep himself from holding too tight, lest it starts to hurt. Still, he grins to himself, straightening out once more now that he's at a good altitude.]

If you're Gabriel, then you need to fly. Good thing I'm here for that.

[With that, he gives Billy a gentle nudge with his shoulder. Come on, you're missing out!]

If I could fly that would mean I'm not...

[He trails off as he's finally coaxed into looking up, his eyes zeroing in on the horizon, taking in the sights: the mountains in the background, the visual kaleidoscope of spring colours in the wilderness below them, the lovely shades of the sunset in the distance. It's beautiful, all of it, and it feels like coming home, which hurts and heals at the same time. His complaints and embarrassment fizzle again, and he sighs quietly, resting his chin on Teddy's shoulder, feeling a wave of affection, nostalgia, and longing rush over him.]

...It's good to be home.

[Despite his cautionary words to Jane, one thing is undeniably true: Teddy is home for him. Here, like this, even on another world, he's where he belongs.]

... Mmm.

[Teddy is a little unsure how to feel about that statement, but he's pretty sure he knows what Billy means. And it makes a warmth spread from his chest to his fingers and toes, and he tilts his head to rest it against Billy's, eyes shutting briefly, near overcome with the urge to just land where they are and hold him close and never let go.

He could probably never really call Luceti itself a home: it's too different, his team - his family is back home, and he knows this place is just a glorified laboratory for glorified lab rats. But wherever Billy is, that's where he belongs. Where Billy goes, Teddy goes, because they're each other's home.

Thankfully, he doesn't have much longer to fly, and soon enough, he starts to descend, eyes opening to get a view of the window he's aiming for.]

[Billy's content to just enjoy the quiet and the closeness until they're at the window, when he finally, reluctantly draws away to gingerly climb inside the apartment. Once he's in the kitchen and on his feet again, he steps away to give Teddy some room to join him, absently flexing his fingers a bit to give his body something to do- otherwise he feels like he might just launch himself forward and attach himself to Teddy again, and if he does that he's likely not to want to let go. Maybe later he'll feel justified in doing that, but there are things to be done and discussed first.]

[With Billy through the window, Teddy flaps his wings, staying outside so that he can decrease his size, shift into his human form with regular clothing, then slip inside, his large bat-like wings shrinking into his back as he does so. Once he's inside, Teddy grips the windowsill at first, fighting back that urge to hold Billy that hasn't left him. There's something more important to do, after all; there's plenty of time to attach themselves to each other later.

But now, now that he's quelled that urge some, Teddy steps forward, this time reaching his hands to gently take Billy's wrists in his own.]

Now can I look at these? [Whatever answer he gets, Teddy still starts to lead Billy back to the apartment and towards the bathroom, where the first-aid kit he received from Mia resides.]

[Billy winces despite Teddy's gentleness, but the motion isn't entirely due to pain, at least; he really does feel bad, however necessary it had felt to withhold the truth, and he follows Teddy to the apartment without complaint.]

Yeah... sorry for lying about it. I just- well, you know.

[Teddy had to understand; why else would he have kept silent about it while in Jane's presence? Billy knows how much he lucked out, though now he's sure that he'll be paying the price for it in little ways for the rest of the night.]

... Yeah, I know.

[He practically sighs it out, because as unhappy as he is about the burns and the surprise of discovering them on his own rather than Billy telling them, he completely understands why, so he's not upset about it. Jane was right there, and alerting her to the fact that Billy was hurt wouldn't have gone well. She'd be worried, and... she didn't need that after just returning from a long kidnapping of her own, with odd magical effects that she didn't know as much as Billy did. Topped with her blindness...

That doesn't mean he's not entirely okay with it, either. But once they're in the bathroom, Teddy moves his hands to his shoulders instead, where he pushes lightly down to get Billy sitting on the toilet seat.]

You sit here and stay there, all right? [He turns after that, opening the cabinet and seeming to fiddle with something there.] I got to talking with Mia while you were gone... She said she'd help me out with some things.

[And when Teddy turns to face Billy again: ta da! Anti-septic, bandages, a small towel, and a bowl already stored down there for the water he'll need.]

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