"Well, it was pretty clear my kids were bound to be half-human. The mutant is... weird," Teddy admits. But half-Skrull tended to pick up the strangest talents apparently. "But you underestimate how the Alliance feels about me. Those who follow the throne would die to protect these little ones. They're very loved."
But they never had their fathers together. Teddy wraps an arm around Tommy's arm and starts to hum under his breath, to teach Tommy the tune. This was something he didn't want to just let Tommy touch the memories of. He deserved to know this.
Tommy didn't know why weird makes something in him flinch, but it did. He ignored it. "That's good. They should have all those people protecting them and looking out for them."
Tommy looked amused at the hum. There'd been nothing to do in their little room of captivity, aside from the obvious. All the entertainment had come from themselves. He'd heard Teddy sing before, and Teddy had heard them. Tommy wasn't great at it, but he wasn't going to make anyone's ears bleed. The context of hearing it again though ... just worlds different. This wasn't Tommy whining at Teddy to sing something until it got the crappy song Tommy had stuck in his head unstuck. It was a dad, singing to his kids. "You were wrong you know," he said, voice a very quiet undertone. "When you said you weren't a good dad, as you. You're a really good dad."
Teddy of course didn't have a problem with mutants. The Skrull were just... less used to it, even when they had posed as mutants.
"I don't know. I try, but... I think the things they most love are the things they know their Papa for," Teddy sighs, the humming stopping before he can start teaching words. It's not even a weird one in Skrull or Kree, Tommy should learn it quickly. But it's lost at that statement.
Tommy knew that. He just was off balance still, about everything, and it was easy for things to feel like they hit home when he was already flayed too wide open and vulnerable.
"I don't think that's true. But just be you when you do them more, if you think so. They'll catch on quick," Tommy said, squeezing Teddy's wrist. He hummed a little snatch of the melody, to show he'd picked it up, and then listened to the words, letting Teddy sing it through and blushing - not used to singing for kids - before haltingly picking it up too.
But he's going to try. Having Tommy here doesn't mean that he's going to abandon his children. But there are other things to do. Songs to sing, and once he's taught the words, just an old lullaby his mother had used for him, he nods encouragement to Tommy. It usually takes more than a few rounds of the repeating song to soothe the little ones to sleep. Once they are he silently steps toward the door, pulling Tommy with him. At the door he pushes a button, and a light music fills the room. Not to mention a door on the other side opens, a guard stepping in, as well as a younger woman to watch over the children.
Only then does Teddy step back into the main room of his suite with Tommy, closing the door behind them.
"They're kids - they're still figuring everything out. They'll learn quick," Tommy said.
He stumbled his way through the songs when prompted, but usually drifted off halfway through, caught up in listening to Teddy, or watching the kids, or just thinking about it all.
When they were finally asleep he crept out with Teddy, staying as quiet as he could until the door was shut and then sighing. He shrugged, smiling at Teddy. "I think they're beautiful," he said honestly. "And cuteasfuck. But I don't know them yet. And they don't really know me. It's just a lot, Ted. Kind of hate to think about you doing it all on your own though, when you found out." He went quiet for a second and then asked. "What do you think you'd have done? If you didn't have them? Would you have gone back to Earth with me, after we got out?" Still been with Billy, moved on.
It was a dumb thing to ask, Tommy wasn't even sure why he had, except it was knocking around in his brain along with a few million others.
That's... a fair point. Teddy had denied his partner a chance to know their children. Completely. It was his own fault.
"Does answering that question even matter? It's in the past, Tommy. I can't change it. I can't guess at it. As well ask you if you'd have come with me, if you'd known what state I was in. If you would have come here and raised children with me."
Except Tommy knew the answer to that. He'd been devastated to leave Teddy behind to the point where he'd had a meltdown when he got home that altered time on the island and miles out from it. If he'd known, he'd have been terrified for Teddy, of how Teddy felt, of everything. But he'd have gone with Teddy in a second.
"Yeah," was all he said. He ran a hand through his hair. "It doesn't really matter, you're right." He gave Teddy a quick, weak smile. "You want to go talk to Billy now, or put it off?"
They couldn't change time. They couldn't just live their lives like it hadn't happened. Tommy couldn't benefit from the change in choices, so why did speculating matter? Did it do anything but hurt them?
With a sigh Teddy shakes his head. "I'm... tired. I'm sick with nerves over the little ones, and over you being here and not knowing if I'm good enough for you, and how Billy's going to KILL me for keeping this secret. I don't think I could handle him tonight."
"Ted," Tommy sighed the name and wrapped his arms around Teddy. "They'll figure out how to help with the kids' powers. And Billy's not gonna kill you. And me? Fuck, you were always too good for me and that doesn't change now." He hugged Teddy tight for a second and then let go. "But we can do it tomorrow. I'll go tell Billy we'll talk to him over breakfast or something, okay?"
"No," Teddy says, quick, his hands reaching out to catch Tommy, to hold the man to him. "Please don't go. Please. Just... just stay tonight. I can send a runner to give them the message. Just promise you'll stay here."
Tommy stopped readily. "I was gonna come back," he said quietly, smile lopsided and wry. "Really don't want to be away from you again until I have to. You can send someone. Might as well have Billy mad at both of us I guess. Spread it out a little."
That worked. Teddy nodded and pulled the man closer, pressing their lips and bodies together. He can send a messenger. or call the room. For right now, his lover is back in his arms and they are alone with no place to be at this second. There may be things he intends to rekindle.
Tommy kissed back with a sigh. God, it was probably so screwed up, but kissing Teddy was like coming home. Even if it wasn't screwed up, it was definitely cheesy. But he felt that way anyway. He leaned into Teddy and dropped his head onto his shoulder, just soaking in Teddy being close for a second.
"Let's go to bed," he said finally, sliding a hand back into Teddy's.
"Should I... be keeping it to strictly PG tonight?" Teddy asked as he swept Tommy up into his arms and started to carry him toward the too-white bedroom.
Tommy made a startled sound as he was swept up, but just looped an arm around Teddy's neck, legs wrapping around him. "Not for me," he said. "I ... seriouslyTed. I get it if you never want to fuck ever again after everything. So if you just want to sleep together, that's fine. But I missed you. Everythingaboutyou. I want anything you want."
He'd be content with sleeping and just being close. That would be amazing, because he hadn't slept right even one night without Teddy. But he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't want anything else. He got it though, if Teddy didn't. Teddy was the one who'd ended up pregnant, and he was the one who'd been in love with someone else first.
What he wants, is this. So Teddy carries Tommy to the bedroom and once in there he sets the man down, turning to a screen in the wall. One that didn't face the bed.
"You better be naked by the time I'm done with this call to Billy, or I'm going to rip your clothes off," Teddy warns before poking at the screen.
Tommy barked a startled laugh, and his voice came out in a startled kind of sigh when he'd finished the laugh. "Ted." God, he'd missed him so fucking much. And he loved him. Mentioning Billy should have made him feel a rush of shame or something, but it didn't, not for now anyway.
He just did what he was told, stripping out of his clothes and making sure he stayed well away from the screen, waiting for Teddy.
It's a quick message, and Teddy is thankful it's David on the other end of the call. Clearly Billy is moping. The two talk briefly, in Skrull, because it's easy for David to do it, and it gives the two of them privacy. And Teddy blushes before signing off, his cheeks a deep green as he disconnects the call. Because David had told him not to be too noisy.
Wow.
Then he moves his attention to Tommy and he smiles.
Tommy was a little relieved to not hear Billy's voice. But he quickly forgot to worry about it when Teddy looks back at him, cheeks that cute tinge of green on his cheeks and calls him beautiful. He'd done that before, in their cell that had stopped feeling like one. But it felt different now, knowing that things were different. That Teddy had the option of walking away and didn't want it.
Tommy blushed a little too, but he opened his arms to Teddy. "You too." He was beautiful too. He needed to be naked too. Both.
The blush is beautiful, though. He is glad, though, that he won't have to explain to his wardrode keepers why some of his consort clothes have been shredded. Teddy is slower, more careful in taking his clothes off. The tiara to the side, the cape after it. Clothes slowly shed and falling into a pool on the floor.
And he smiles as he stands bare and very CLEARLY aroused, looking down at Tommy.
Tommy watched him, head propped on his hand and eyes soft, despite his own arousal. "On," he said. "I want to see you." It'd never been dark in their cell, and Tommy didn't want to recreate that, exactly. They could turn the lights down later, but for now, he wanted to be able to see Teddy's face, look in his eyes, see all of the skin he touched.
The crown and layers came off and Tommy pulled Teddy down once they had. "There you are," he said quietly, pressing up against him with a contented sigh that seemed to radiate through his whole body. They weren't drugged or locked up. It was just them. And Tommy's whole being still seemed to just ... snap into place again when he was with Teddy, after years of being badly aligned. "I missed you so much," he said, yet again before pressing his mouth to Teddy's in a slow, deep kiss.
Well, it's not like it would be hard to turn them off later. He does join Tommy on the bed when pulled forward, and he smiles at the way Tommy feels against him. He pulls his lover closer and sighs into the kiss. There was nothing nearly so good as being close to him again. Teddy's hands lose the talons, though he stays decidedly green as his hand glides down Tommy's side, a familiar path.
Tommy wouldn't have minded the talons anyway, but he shivers beneath Teddy's hands, shifting in even closer and wrapping more tightly around Teddy, arm over his hip and leg around his, kiss turning into many, one after the other, the kind of endless making out that had made up their days for so long, when they weren't frantic with need.
He drew back finally, but didn't go far, smiling as he pressed his forehead against Teddy's. Tommy's brushed his fingers over Teddy's belly, where he'd apparently carried their kids for a while. "I think you should fuck me, this time." To be safe, yeah. But also because without whatever drugs they'd been on weighing them down, Tommy wanted that too, as much as he wanted to be inside Teddy. He just wanted Teddy close, and wanting him. Loving him.
"IF that is what you want, then it's what you get, Tom," Teddy promises, moving to start kissing along Tommy's neck. "But... I don't have anything for that. I didn't even think I'd need it again."
AFter all, all Skrull were like him, and he hadn't even wanted to take another lover.
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But they never had their fathers together. Teddy wraps an arm around Tommy's arm and starts to hum under his breath, to teach Tommy the tune. This was something he didn't want to just let Tommy touch the memories of. He deserved to know this.
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Tommy looked amused at the hum. There'd been nothing to do in their little room of captivity, aside from the obvious. All the entertainment had come from themselves. He'd heard Teddy sing before, and Teddy had heard them. Tommy wasn't great at it, but he wasn't going to make anyone's ears bleed. The context of hearing it again though ... just worlds different. This wasn't Tommy whining at Teddy to sing something until it got the crappy song Tommy had stuck in his head unstuck. It was a dad, singing to his kids. "You were wrong you know," he said, voice a very quiet undertone. "When you said you weren't a good dad, as you. You're a really good dad."
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"I don't know. I try, but... I think the things they most love are the things they know their Papa for," Teddy sighs, the humming stopping before he can start teaching words. It's not even a weird one in Skrull or Kree, Tommy should learn it quickly. But it's lost at that statement.
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"I don't think that's true. But just be you when you do them more, if you think so. They'll catch on quick," Tommy said, squeezing Teddy's wrist. He hummed a little snatch of the melody, to show he'd picked it up, and then listened to the words, letting Teddy sing it through and blushing - not used to singing for kids - before haltingly picking it up too.
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But he's going to try. Having Tommy here doesn't mean that he's going to abandon his children. But there are other things to do. Songs to sing, and once he's taught the words, just an old lullaby his mother had used for him, he nods encouragement to Tommy. It usually takes more than a few rounds of the repeating song to soothe the little ones to sleep. Once they are he silently steps toward the door, pulling Tommy with him. At the door he pushes a button, and a light music fills the room. Not to mention a door on the other side opens, a guard stepping in, as well as a younger woman to watch over the children.
Only then does Teddy step back into the main room of his suite with Tommy, closing the door behind them.
"Well, what do you think of them?"
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He stumbled his way through the songs when prompted, but usually drifted off halfway through, caught up in listening to Teddy, or watching the kids, or just thinking about it all.
When they were finally asleep he crept out with Teddy, staying as quiet as he could until the door was shut and then sighing. He shrugged, smiling at Teddy. "I think they're beautiful," he said honestly. "And cuteasfuck. But I don't know them yet. And they don't really know me. It's just a lot, Ted. Kind of hate to think about you doing it all on your own though, when you found out." He went quiet for a second and then asked. "What do you think you'd have done? If you didn't have them? Would you have gone back to Earth with me, after we got out?" Still been with Billy, moved on.
It was a dumb thing to ask, Tommy wasn't even sure why he had, except it was knocking around in his brain along with a few million others.
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"Does answering that question even matter? It's in the past, Tommy. I can't change it. I can't guess at it. As well ask you if you'd have come with me, if you'd known what state I was in. If you would have come here and raised children with me."
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"Yeah," was all he said. He ran a hand through his hair. "It doesn't really matter, you're right." He gave Teddy a quick, weak smile. "You want to go talk to Billy now, or put it off?"
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With a sigh Teddy shakes his head. "I'm... tired. I'm sick with nerves over the little ones, and over you being here and not knowing if I'm good enough for you, and how Billy's going to KILL me for keeping this secret. I don't think I could handle him tonight."
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"Let's go to bed," he said finally, sliding a hand back into Teddy's.
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He'd be content with sleeping and just being close. That would be amazing, because he hadn't slept right even one night without Teddy. But he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't want anything else. He got it though, if Teddy didn't. Teddy was the one who'd ended up pregnant, and he was the one who'd been in love with someone else first.
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"You better be naked by the time I'm done with this call to Billy, or I'm going to rip your clothes off," Teddy warns before poking at the screen.
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He just did what he was told, stripping out of his clothes and making sure he stayed well away from the screen, waiting for Teddy.
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Wow.
Then he moves his attention to Tommy and he smiles.
"God you're still so beautiful."
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Tommy blushed a little too, but he opened his arms to Teddy. "You too." He was beautiful too. He needed to be naked too. Both.
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And he smiles as he stands bare and very CLEARLY aroused, looking down at Tommy.
"Lights on or off?"
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The crown and layers came off and Tommy pulled Teddy down once they had. "There you are," he said quietly, pressing up against him with a contented sigh that seemed to radiate through his whole body. They weren't drugged or locked up. It was just them. And Tommy's whole being still seemed to just ... snap into place again when he was with Teddy, after years of being badly aligned. "I missed you so much," he said, yet again before pressing his mouth to Teddy's in a slow, deep kiss.
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He drew back finally, but didn't go far, smiling as he pressed his forehead against Teddy's. Tommy's brushed his fingers over Teddy's belly, where he'd apparently carried their kids for a while. "I think you should fuck me, this time." To be safe, yeah. But also because without whatever drugs they'd been on weighing them down, Tommy wanted that too, as much as he wanted to be inside Teddy. He just wanted Teddy close, and wanting him. Loving him.
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AFter all, all Skrull were like him, and he hadn't even wanted to take another lover.
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