Thanks to my buddy and billyteddy-consultant Hayden for all his help on this.
Asset Protection: A Hulkling & Wiccan Tale
👶 Chapter 1: The Asset
To the rest of the galaxy, the War Room of the Flagship Excelsior—named, with zero subtlety, after the Emperor’s sword—was a monument to Kree-Skrull majesty, cold obsidian and gleaming steel, designed to intimidate. But for Billy Kaplan, it was just where he floated three feet off the deck, watching his husband pretend to care about asteroid mining rights.
Emperor Dorrek VIII—Teddy—looked the part today, at least. He was wearing the imperial armor, his cape draping over his broad shoulders. His jaw was set in that specific "I am listening very seriously" expression that Billy knew was actually his "I’m bored and I want a cheeseburger" face.
Across the obsidian table, Chancellor Var-Sool was still talking. The advisor was older, blue-skinned, weathered. Forty minutes into the briefing, his voice somehow hadn’t paused once.
“The coup in the Orestes System is now complete,” Var-Sool said, his finger leaving glowing trails over the map. “The Usurpers breached the Royal Safehouse three cycles ago. The King and Queen were executed.”
Teddy blinked. “They’re all dead?”
“The parents, yes,” Var-Sool replied. “But the Usurpers did not find the child. Their sensors detected a single prototype escape pod launching from the surface moments before the breach, containing a most valuable Asset.”
Var-Sool tapped a key, and a grainy image of a small silver pod appeared.
“They know the heir escaped, but they lost his track in the ion storms. Our scouts were faster. We intercepted the pod before it left the sector.”
Billy uncrossed his legs and dropped to the floor. “You have the baby? That’s horrible... I mean, the parents... but at least he's safe. We can announce he survived—get him to his people."
“He has no people left on the planet,” Var-Sool said coldly. “His only family are refugees, residing on a moon in the Kyra Nebula—the Loyalist Sanctuary. They cannot offer him a throne. The Usurpers, however..."
"The Usurpers want to kill him," Teddy said, his voice flat.
"To the contrary," Var-Sool explained, as if discussing the logistics of a trade. "They hoped to retain the heir—to place him on the throne as a puppet to legitimize their coup, while they govern from the shadows.” He paused for the first time since beginning his briefing. “If we present the Asset to them—a gift to ensure stability—the Usurpers will be indebted to the Alliance."
The room went dead silent.
Teddy’s hands, resting on the edge of the table, tightened until the metal groaned under his grip. "Are you suggesting," Teddy said, his voice dangerously low, "that we hand a baby over to his parents' murderers so he can be raised as their pet?"
"I am suggesting we use the Asset to ensure prosperity," Var-Sool said, unflinching. "The mining rights alone—"
"He’s a baby," Billy cut in, his voice rising. "Not a bargaining chip."
"He is an Asset," Var-Sool countered. "He is the price of a treaty."
Teddy stood up. The movement was sharp, sudden enough that the two Royal Guards by the door flinched. "Bring him here.”
"Sir, he is being held in the secure containment wing, in the escape pod he arrived in. It has built-in stasis functionality. It is efficient. He requires no food, no attention—"
“Var-Sool.” Teddy didn’t raise his voice. He let just a bit of his power seep through. “Bring. Him. Here.”
The Chancellor’s lips snapped shut. He tapped his comms bead.
A minute later, the doors hissed open. Two guards wheeled in the escape pod—sleek and silver, glass lid fogged by cold air.
Teddy approached warily. “Status?”
“Sedated,” Var-Sool said.
Inside, a tiny figure was curled tight: pale violet skin, a tuft of silver hair, and two skinny antennae, delicate as dandelion stems, curling and uncurling restlessly on top of his head. He looked impossibly soft against the pod’s metal edges.
“Open the lid,” Teddy said.
Var-Sool keyed a code. The glass slid away with a soft sigh.
The baby gasped, then let loose a wail.
Teddy didn’t hesitate. He reached in, the gold of his armored hands transforming to warm green flesh. He scooped the infant up.
His arms dipped sharply. Teddy grunted, his boots adjusting on the metal deck as if he were hefting a lead weight rather than a newborn.
"Oof," Teddy breathed out, shifting his grip. "He's heavier than he looks."
Then, the crying stopped dead. The sudden weight vanished, leaving the baby light and fragile in his arms. The little hands closed around Teddy's cape buckle and held on hard.
Teddy’s anger melted, replaced by something gentler.
“He’s not an asset,” Teddy whispered.
He looked up, directly at Var-Sool. “You wanted to hand him to the Usurpers.”
"I wanted to secure peace," Var-Sool replied stiffly. “What is best for the Alliance.”
"There is no peace built on child sacrifice," Teddy snapped. "We are taking him to the Sanctuary. He belongs with his family."
“My Lord!” Var-Sool looked actually shocked. “The Usurpers would see that as a betrayal. Possibly an act of war.”
Teddy looked at Billy. A current ran under the silence—a shared past full of secret identities, and the pain of being treated like a means to an end.
Billy stepped beside him, blue sparks dancing over his fingertips. “I call shotgun.”
Var-Sool stared at both of them as the truth hit. “You—you intend to deliver him yourselves? My Lord, you cannot risk the stability of the Alliance for an infant! And if you are captured—”
Teddy crossed his arms and set his jaw.
Var-Sool let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. "My Lord, be reasonable. The Sanctuary is heavily observed. The Usurpers have a sensor-net surrounding the moon. If an Alliance vessel is seen delivering the child, it will be viewed as a direct act of betrayal."
Billy looked more closely at the baby in Teddy’s arms. He smirked. "Obviously, we don't use a standard Alliance vessel. And we don't let them see us."
Teddy turned back to the Chancellor. "Prepare the Wraith."
The Chancellor blinked, thrown off balance. "The Wraith? My Lord, that is a prototype stealth interceptor. It is designed for black-ops assassination runs, not transport. It has no amenities, no stasis support... it is a tactical weapon, not a nursery!"
"It has the best cloaking tech in the fleet," Teddy said. "It can slip through the sensor-net undetected."
The baby cooed.
"And here is why this plan works, Chancellor.” Teddy said, one hand lightly cradling the baby’s head, his eyes were hard as diamonds. “Only three people in the universe know about this operation. Me. My husband. And you."
The Chancellor went stiff.
"If the Usurpers learn we are coming," Teddy continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If a single interceptor meets us... if the sensor-net is tipped off... I will know exactly where the leak came from."
Teddy straightened up, towering over the advisor. "And I will execute you for treason myself."
The blue drained from Var-Sool’s face. He swallowed hard. "Do we understand each other?" Teddy asked.
"Completely... my Emperor," Var-Sool whispered. “I will see to a nanny-bot—”
“No,” Teddy said. “He’s just a baby.”
There was a hopeful little half-smile on his lips.
“How hard can it be?”
🍼 Chapter 2: Rocket-Bye Baby
"He's just a baby. How hard can it be?"
That was Teddy’s Emperor-level line as he waved off the nanny-bot. He said it with all the confidence of a man who’d never changed a diaper in zero-G.
Thirty hours into the mission, Billy wished he could travel back in time and shake him.
The Wraith was a marvel of Kree engineering—all stealth drive and burnished alloy, built to slip a blockade, but not to babysit. There was no nursery, just a modified cargo net.
The only concession to child-rearing was the baby’s escape pod, heat shielding stripped away, lashed to the bulkhead behind the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit. Designed to protect the child from the rigors of space travel, it was the safest car seat in the galaxy.
Day 1, Morning: The Bio-Hazard
"He did it again," Billy announced, floating horizontally near the ceiling of the cockpit to avoid the splatter zone. "The Asset has... compromised the containment unit."
"You mean his diaper?" Teddy asked, piloting the ship through a dense asteroid field.
"I mean it’s a disaster zone back here, Teddy! And it’s purple. Why is it purple? Is that healthy?"
Teddy didn't look away from the viewport. "Zy'lanti physiology. It’s probably high in copper."
"It’s high in gross," Billy muttered, doing a lazy backstroke through the air. "So much for 'how hard can it be.'”
"You fought Dormamu. You can handle this. Wet-naps are in the kit."
"Trying! He’s kicking!" Billy yelped, dodging a flailing violet foot.
He managed to get the dirty diaper off, but he wasn't fast enough with the replacement. The baby giggled, and a fountain of yellow liquid shot upward.
"Ah! No!" Billy yelped, throwing up a weak shield spell that deflected the spray... directly onto Teddy's gold shoulder plate.
"He’s got Hawkeye’s aim," Teddy said. “Wonderful.”
Despite his tone, there was a smile on his lips.
Day 1, Evening: The Hunger Strike
The Asset was hungry, but rejected everything. Kree bars: too hard. Skrull shakes: too sludgey. Billy even tried conjuring warm milk; the baby just eyed it with suspicion and launched the bottle at the wall.
"He has to eat, Billy," Teddy fretted, rummaging under the floorboards. "He’s just a baby."
"I’m trying!" Billy was bringing a spoon of blue synth-yogurt to the baby's mouth, trying to coax it to open this time. "Here comes the starship—open the hangar bay—"
No luck. The spoon ricocheted off Billy’s forehead.
Billy sighed and started singing softly, humming a familiar Earth tune. "Rocket-bye baby, in the starlight..."
Teddy’s patience wore thin. He cracked open a tube of standard-issue combat ration—a red paste with a metallic tang. "Calories are calories."
"Teddy, you can’t—"
He ignored the warning, squeezing a dollop onto his finger. The baby sniffed, paused, then latched on, slurping Teddy’s finger clean. His antennae curled tightly and he let out a happy chirp.
"He likes it," Teddy exhaled, sagging in relief. "He just wants to eat like a soldier.” He squirted another stream on his finger. “Thatta boy."
Day 2: The Name
With the hunger strike over, the mood in the ship lifted. Billy sat cross-legged on the floor, projecting a holographic file from the baby's escape pod data-core.
"Anything?" Teddy asked, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee.
"Var-Sool said there was no record," Billy said softly, watching the shimmering blue image of a woman with violet skin. "But I found a looping audio file in the pod's cache. A goodbye message."
Billy tapped the play button. The woman's voice, tinny and distorted, filled the cockpit. "...save our son. Save the hope of Orestes. Please, if you find him... he is all that is left."
The message cut to static just as she seemed about to speak a name.
Billy looked up to Teddy, sitting beside the baby, currently asleep in the padded car-seat. "So no name. Just 'The Asset.'"
"We can't call him that." Teddy set his jaw. "He needs a name. Even if it's just for the trip."
Billy looked at the baby. A slow grin spread across his face.
"Oh, come on, you big geek," he said. "You're thinking it too."
Teddy raised an eyebrow. "Thinking what?"
"Sole survivor, sent away in a tiny spaceship by parents who wanted to save him?"
Teddy looked at the baby. "Kal," he tested.
The baby blew a spit bubble, his antennae twitching at the sound of his name..
"He’s got the origin story down," Billy laughed, smoothing the baby's silver hair. "He just needs his cape. Kal it is."
Day 6: The Singularity
They’d hit their stride: red paste, nap, repeat. Then Kal decided to bend the laws of physics.
The ship shook, hard, lurching violently. Billy’s coffee slid off the dash; gravity felt like it had picked a fight.
"Billy," Teddy barked, fighting the flight stick. "The inertial dampeners are maxed—G-force is surging. He’s doing the heavy thing."
Kal, annoyed at his dropped hydro-spanner, furrowed his brow, his antennae standing bolt-straight and quivering—and suddenly everything near him grew impossibly heavy. The local gravity field twisted around the baby, warping the floor plates, making the air feel thick and pressing.
"He weighs as much as a tank!" Billy yelled. He tried to move, but the sudden shift pinned him flat against the bulkhead. "I can't move! Magic isn't locking on—it pours right off of him!"
Teddy didn't panic. He punched the autopilot and unbuckled.
While Billy struggled to lift his head, Teddy stood up. He moved through the crushing pressure as if it were a stiff breeze.
He walked over to the makeshift car seat, reached down and unbuckled the incredibly heavy infant. He didn't fight the weight; he embraced it. He scooped the 600-pound baby against his chest like he was lifting a feather pillow and began to hum a low, vibrating note.
"I've got you," Teddy murmured, rocking the dense child. "You're safe. You don't need to be heavy here."
Slowly, Kal relaxed. The weight vanished. The ship leveled out. Billy peeled himself off the wall, gasping for air.
"Show off," Billy panted with a sideways grin.
Day 7: The Family
With Kal asleep, the cockpit was quiet. The stars streaked by in lines of white and blue.
Billy poured two cups of synthetic wine. "To the Royal Nannies," Billy toasted.
Teddy chuckled, clinking his cup. "I think we figured it out. Red paste and heavy lifting."
"You're good at this," Billy said softly. "The holding part. Most people would have panicked when he turned into a neutron star."
"He just needed to know he's safe," Teddy said, looking at the sleeping baby. "That someone came for him. That he wasn't just left in a box."
"We make a good team," Billy whispered. "The Muscle and the Magic."
"Yeah," Teddy smiled, looking at Billy with a warmth that had nothing to do with wine. "We do."
"Teddy, look," Billy said suddenly, pointing out the viewport.
Out in the void, massive shapes were drifting through the starlight. They were colossal, reddish-brown creatures with finned tails, swimming through the vacuum as gracefully as koi in a pond.
"Acanti," Billy breathed, leaning forward. "Space whales. They migrate through this sector to breed. They’re ancient. Some legends say they carry the soul of the galaxy in their song."
"They're beautiful," Teddy whispered, watching the pod—three of them, easily the size of cruisers—drift in the distance.
Then, the song changed.
The lead Acanti let out a visible pulse of light from its spine—a distress flare. In a heartbeat, the peaceful drift turned into a stampede. The massive creatures thrashed, fins driving them downward, scattering into the deep dark of space with shocking speed.
Teddy frowned, the mood shattering. "What just happened? Why did they run?"
Billy’s smile vanished. "Acanti are 4,000 tons of bio-armor. They don't run from anything."
The proximity alarm screamed.
Billy sat up straight, the wine splashing over his hand. "Radar contact! Fast mover coming in at six o'clock!"
"Identify," Teddy barked, grabbing the flight stick.
"No transponder," Billy said, his eyes glowing blue as he tapped into the ship’s sensors.
"I thought this ship was invisible," Billy said, watching the red dot close in. "Why can they see us?"
"We aren't cloaked," Teddy said, banking the ship hard. "The stealth drive drains the fuel cells in six hours flat. I’ve been keeping it in reserve for when we need it."
"So we're just floating here naked?"
"We're a sitting duck," Teddy corrected grimly. "Hold onto Kal. This is going to get bumpy."
🦗 Chapter 3: The Void Hive
The Wraith shuddered and jerked as something massive latched onto the hull. Then came a deeper jolt. Metal shrieked, the deck pitched, and alarms screamed.
“Magnetic tether!” Teddy yelled, hands flying over the controls. “We’re caught. Shields failing. They’re boarding—fast.”
Billy was already moving. He sprinted to the back of the cockpit where the escape pod was strapped in. He slammed a hand on the metal rim, chanting the intent fast and breathless.
"happybabysafebaby... happybabysafebaby…"
A dome of shimmering gold energy encased the pod. Inside, Kal looked at the lights and cooed, oblivious to the fact that space pirates were burning through the hull.
"He's secure!" Billy yelled, turning back, his hands crackling with blue electricity. "Who are they? What do they want?"
Through the viewport, a nightmare loomed: a hive-ship, big enough to swallow them whole. Rusted pincers, serrated metal—every inch a predator. The kind of ship that didn’t ask for ransom. It took for keeps.
“Sensors read… dozens of lifeforms,” Teddy said. His skin flushed darker, monstrous strength blooming under his calm. “The Void Hive. They don’t raid for technology, Billy. They want biomass. They want food. They’re like locusts. They just want to consume…”
“Us,” Billy said, cold realization hitting. “They’re here to eat us.”
“Not on my watch.” Teddy’s voice dropped and his skin deepened to emerald green.
He stood up from the pilot's chair, the transformation taking hold. He grew in size, hard armored plates extending from his shoulders, spikes erupting from his elbows.
The awkward babysitter vanished. The Emperor was gone. In his place stood an Avenger—a wall of dense, Kree-Skrull muscle backed by fierce protectiveness.
Sparks showered from the main airlock as lasers cut through the steel.
"They're burning through," Teddy growled. "I need a choke point. Let them in."
"You heard the man," Billy whispered, raising a hand. "openopenopen!"
The blast doors burst inward.
Eight, nine, ten exoskeletal drones poured into the ship: seven-foot mantids, chittering. Their arms clacked, mandibles dripped. Nightmares out of deep space.
Teddy charged into the swarm like a battering ram of green armor. He caught the first two drones in a tackle, the impact shattering their exoskeletons. He drove them backward, jamming them up in the narrow hall.
Billy grinned, realizing with pride that Teddy was using their own numbers against them, controlling the swarm.
But there were too many. The first wave was followed by more, pouring over and around Teddy like a tide.
Billy fell back, defensive magic swirling to reinforce Kal’s shield. Then he caught sight of one scavenger breaking off, crawling along the ceiling—right above the baby’s pod.
Billy raised his hand to blast it, but he wasn't fast enough.
The scavenger dropped, wrapping its serrated forelimbs around the golden energy sphere encasing the pod. It ripped the pod’s mounting bolts right out of the bulkhead, the metal shrieking. It had the baby—shield and all—and turned to run.
Inside the dome, Kal saw the monster inches from his face.
He screamed.
WHAM!
The air suddenly got mean.
The gravity in the rear of the ship spiked instantly and violently. The deck plates groaned under an invisible crushing force.
The drone holding the pod was slammed flat against the floor with a sickening crunch. The pod itself—now weighing tons inside its energy bubble—landed on the alien's chest, pinning it. The creature shrieked, its exoskeleton cracking, unable to lift the impossibly heavy infant it had tried to steal.
Billy whispered a frantic, continuous spell: "featherfeatherfeather!" It should have lifted him into the air, but instead let him just barely stand.
The gravity wave rippled forward, catching the swarm Teddy was fighting. The insects stumbled, their legs buckling. They were flattened to the deck, struggling to lift their own limbs against the crushing G-force.
"He’s doing the heavy thing!" Billy yelled, bracing himself against the console as the ship listed. "He’s pinning them!"
Teddy, whose hybrid physiology was strong enough to dismantle a Kree Sentry with his bare hands, barely flinched—but he couldn't clear them while they were glued to the floor.
"Billy!" Teddy roared. "Release the pressure!"
Still chanting the quick self-protection spell, Billy plodded across the tilted deck, every step a struggle, dragging until he reached the crushed alien and the pod. He placed his glowing hand gently on the golden energy dome.
"It's okay," Billy said, peering inside. "I've got you. You're safe."
Inside the dome, Kal blinked. He saw Billy and stopped screaming.
SNAP.
The gravity wave vanished instantly.
The drones, who had been pushing with all their might against the crushing weight, suddenly lurched upward, off-balance.
Billy spun around, unleashing a raw shockwave of kinetic force.
"getbackgetback!"
The blast didn't just push the bugs; it launched them all backward, sliding their armored bodies across the metal floor plates, piled inside their own boarding tube.
"Cut them loose!"
Teddy launched himself forward to the edge of the airlock. He reached out his right hand, fingers clutching at empty air, and shouted the name.
"By the Power of Excelsior!!"
A blinding flash of cosmic light filled the hallway. In an instant, the Star-Sword materialized in his grip—a massive blade of Kree steel and Skrull magic, humming with power.
He didn't aim at the bugs; he aimed at the ship's hull.
With a roar of effort, he swung.
The Star-Sword sheared through the magnetic clamps and the thick metal of the docking collar like they were made of paper.
As the boarding tube tore away, Billy screamed "stayinsidestayinside,” throwing up a shimmering blue barrier across the open doorway.
The spell held the ship's atmosphere in for the seconds required. Outside the barrier, the vacuum of space violently sucked the loose drones out of the tube and scattered them into the dark.
The Star-Sword vanished in a dissolve of light as Teddy slammed the emergency seal on the Wraith’s door, locking it.
"Clear!" Billy dropped the atmospheric shield, gasping for breath.
Teddy slumped against the sealed door, covered in green ichor, chest heaving. He turned to Billy. "Is he okay?"
Billy checked the dome. Kal was looking at the crushed bug on the floor with mild curiosity.
"He's fine," Billy breathed, dissolving the golden bubble. “He’s perfect.”
Teddy wiped green goo from his face. His voice was rough—raw. “They were going to eat him. Eat us.”
“And he flattened them,” Billy said, voice shaky but proud. “He’s definitely your son.”
Teddy shot him a sideways grin—somewhere between affection and pride. “Are you kidding? Waited until the perfect dramatic moment to show off, zero hesitation under pressure—Billy, he’s got your style written all over him.”
Billy’s cheeks colored. “Well… maybe some of the flair is me... but the smashing? That’s full-on you.”
Teddy reached out, pulling Billy into a deep, crushing hug.
“Guess he’s got the best of both,” Teddy murmured against his skin.
Relief passed between them. But the mood shifted.
They hadn't been alone, really, in a week. They had been "The Emperor" and "The Sorcerer," then babysitters, and then warriors—Hulkling and Wiccan. Now, with the threat gone and the blood still pounding in their ears, the adrenaline needed somewhere to go.
Teddy pulled back just enough to look at Billy. The fire of the fight in his eyes was receding, replaced by a deeper heat. It wasn't romantic; it was the raw, reactive need of a soldier who just cheated death and needed to prove he was still alive.
"Put him down for a nap," Teddy said, his voice low and rough. "Now."
🔥 Chapter 4: Post-Combat Protocols
The door to the pilot's quarters hissed shut, locking with a heavy, magnetic thud.
It was the only warning Billy got.
He barely had time to turn around before Teddy crowded him against the bulkhead. The heat radiating off him was immense, a furnace stoked by the fight.
"Teddy—"
Teddy was still half-transformed—his skin was a deep green, his mass increased by seventy pounds of combat muscle, his eyes blown wide and black.
He crushed his mouth to Billy’s, his spit tasting metallic. For all his usual gentleness, something in his Kree heritage yearned desperately to breed after a fight.
"You okay?" Teddy growled, his voice vibrating against Billy’s lips. The unsaid message was clear: Can you take this?
"I'm good," Billy breathed, his pulse hammering. He didn't waste time fumbling with zippers. He flicked his wrist, his fingertips sparking with blue light. His flight suit unsealed instantly, the fabric parting like water, leaving him naked and open.
Teddy tore off what remained of his suit in shreds. The fight had left him even more impressive than usual—every muscle swollen and twitching with residual combat energy, his cock almost painfully hard.
He moved over Billy, pressing him onto the mattress.
Billy knew his human spine wouldn’t hold, not when Teddy was like this. He gasped a quick rhythmic chant—"softlandingsoft," A shimmering, kinetic cushion surrounded him—not a shield to block the sensation, but a shock-absorber that would allow him to take the full force of Teddy’s super-strength without breaking.
"Ready," Billy whispered.
Teddy spit into his broad palm—thick and heavy—and slicked himself with a rough, hasty stroke. The sound was wet and sharp in the small room.
He positioned himself, Billy's legs pulled back, and entered him—but not in one motion. He was too big, too pumped with blood for that. He pushed past the entrance, stretching Billy wide, and held there briefly, letting Billy’s body catch up. He pulled back and drove in again, deeper. He pushed in, a series of conquests, claiming him territory in thirds.
"You're so tight," Teddy groaned, his forehead resting against Billy's. "Need to be deep."
"Do it," Billy begged. "Fuck me."
Teddy’s hips rolled in a punishing rhythm, as if he were trying to enter him entirely. Even with just an echo of the power he’d used to dismantle the Void Hive, the bed frame shuddered under Teddy’s slams—but buffered by the magic, Billy arched up, meeting him.
That wasn't enough for the hot Kree blood rushing through Teddy. That urgency triggered his Skrull ability to adapt further.
His belly button uncoiled, erupting into a thick, muscular, wet tendril. As it grew, it slid slickly up the inside of Billy’s thigh, finding its way to Billy’s waist, where it wrapped around him like a living belt.
Billy gasped as it tightened around him. The tendril lifted Billy effortlessly, pulling him off Teddy’s cock with a wet slurp. It flipped him so his chest hit the mattress and his hips stayed high
"Mine," Teddy muttered, resting his hands on Billy’s lower back as he drove back in.
At that angle, Teddy’s cock hit Billy’s prostate with bruising force, forcing out loud groans.
For a moment, Teddy’s calm came back. He glanced over his shoulder at the sealed door.
“Shhh,” he whispered, a flash of domestic panic cutting through the lust. "The baby."
He reached a hand around to clasp over Billy’s open mouth to muffle him, driving a new change.
Teddy pressed two thick fingers into Billy’s mouth, and as he sucked, they elongated, fused, and thickened. They became a mirror of Teddy’s own cock, plunging into Billy’s wet mouth.
"That's it," Teddy groaned, humping hard into Billy, filling him on both ends.
As he leaned forward, the blond hair on Teddy’s chest thickened into quills—like a cat’s tongue, scraping against Billy’s back. Every nerve sent shivers up and down Billy’s spine.
Teddy’s ribs spread and reformed as a second set of heavy, muscular arms burst from his sides.
One hand gripped Billy’s hips, bruising him. The other slid out of his mouth to wrap around his head, holding it in place. The tendril held his waist, the tip wrapping around the head of Billy’s leaking cock, and the second set of arms reached under to clutch at Billy’s chest.
Teddy was everywhere—around Billy, and in him, front and rear.
"I’m so close" Teddy groaned, almost whimpering, not missing a thrust.
Billy’s nails dug into the sheets, moaning around Teddy’s fingers, nodding Yes.
Teddy let go, his cock thickening inside Billy, the ridges of him becoming more pronounced, grinding the swollen weight into his husband.
Billy’s magical cushion saved his spine, but it couldn't negate the force. It transferred the kinetic energy downward, straight into the ship’s furniture.
CRACK.
Tortured metal creaked, the bed frame snapped and the mattress collapsed.
Teddy rode the collapse down, burying himself deeper as the climax hit.
His cock swelled and he flooded Billy, his Kree metabolism maximizing the release in heavy pulses, driven to claim the territory it filled.
Teddy groaned loudly, the tentacle tightening, the end teasing Billy’s cock to to a gushing orgasm.
When Billy broke, his magic flared in a blinding shockwave that blew the lightbulbs in the ceiling, plunging them into darkness.
Teddy dropped heavy onto Billy. The extra arms and the tendril retracted, sliding wetly away. The quills softened back into hair. The mass receded.
For a long time, neither of them moved. They just lay there in the ruined bed, twitching, and relieved, hearts hammering.
Slowly, Teddy pulled Billy against his chest.
"Did I..." his voice cracked. "Did I scare you?"
Billy laughed, breathless. "Teddy, that was the hottest thing that has ever happened in this sector. You didn't scare me. Not one bit." He looked around and under them. “The bed, on the other hand…”
Teddy laughed, kissing Billy’s forehead. "Good."
They began to drift off, the fight with the hive and the intensity of the sex drawing them down.
From the cargo hold down the hall, there was a sound—not an alarm. No hive invaders.
Just the distinct, high-pitched wail of a waking baby.
Teddy groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Your turn," Billy said, closing his eyes with a satisfied smirk, his body still humming. "I’ll clean up here. You handle the Prince."
Teddy rose to his feet. His hair was messy, the blackness of his eyes faded back to his usual blue. He sighed, looking at the twisted metal of the bed frame. "I love you," he muttered, the words heavy with fatigue.
"I love you too," Billy whispered. "More than all the stars, you big green mess."
🌕 Chapter 5: The Handover
The Kyra Nebula was a swirling mass of violet gas and electromagnetic interference. It was a natural fortress.
"We're coming up on the perimeter," Billy whispered. "It’ll be a minefield of sensors. The Usurpers are watching."
Teddy didn't flinch. He kept his hands steady on the flight stick. "Cloak is holding at ninety-eight percent. Emissions are cold. To their sensors, we're just space dust."
"I still don't like leaving him here," Billy muttered. "Not with them watching."
“It’s protected by treaty," Teddy assured him. "We're right on the edge of Shi'ar space. If the Usurpers fire a single shot this close to the border, the Imperial Guard will come down on them like a hammer. They can stare at the door all they want, but they can't kick it down."
"All we have to do is be invisible,” Billy finished for him.
The Wraith lived up to its name. It slipped through the gaps in the sensor net, sliding silently past the buoys that were watching for the very child sleeping in the car seat.
Once they pierced the outer veil of the nebula, the Wraith spun into the gas clouds that blinded the outside world. They were safe.
"We're through," Teddy breathed. "Entering orbit of the third moon."
He tapped the comms panel, his fingers flying over the encryption pad to send a direct signal—a Royal Signature that only the Emperor’s personal console could generate.
"Sanctuary Base," Teddy said, his voice shifting instantly. "Transmitting Imperial Authorization Code: Dorrek-Alpha-Zero. We have… we have a guest. Requesting permission to land."
There was a tense, three-second silence as the base computer analyzed the signature.
Then, a voice crackled back. "Encryption verified... My Lord? Is that... is it really you?"
"It's us," Teddy said softer. "Is Lady Aris secure? She’ll want to see this."
"She is en route to the pad, My Lord. The shields are lowering."
From space, the moon looked like a dead, grey rock—but as the Wraith descended, a massive crater came into view. Beneath the energy field lay a terraformed miracle—a lush, artificial valley of violet grass, flowing water, and atmosphere. A small paradise.
The ship passed through the shield. It touched down on a landing pad surrounded by tall, swaying grass.
"It's beautiful,"Billy whispered, looking out the viewport at the rolling hills.
Teddy looked past Billy, staring wistfully at the fertile valley. "He's going to have a yard," Teddy said, his voice strained. "That's good. Kids need yards."
When the ramp lowered, Billy stood by the airlock, holding Kal one last time. He had dressed the baby in the cleanest onesie they had—a generic flight suit Billy had modified.
Kal was awake, chewing on the collar of Billy’s cape, completely unaware that his short tenure as a space pirate was over.
Teddy placed a heavy hand on Kal’s head, smoothing down the tuft of silver hair. "Ready?"
"No," Billy admitted, clutching the small weight against his chest. He hesitated, then turned to Teddy. "He should have something."
Teddy nodded. He reached down and tore a small, jagged piece of alloy from the ship's interior near the control panel.
Billy took the rough metal and held it to his lips, whispering, “rememberthisrememberus.” His fingers glowed blue for a split second, and the jagged alloy softened, smoothing and morphing. It became a perfect, miniature replica of the Wraith, small enough for a baby's hand, humming faintly with magic.
"A good ship," Teddy murmured.
Billy placed the tiny metal ship in Kal's hand. The baby immediately gripped it tight and put it in his mouth.
The airlock hissed open.
The reception was nothing like the cold bureaucracy Billy had feared, nor the joyous reunion he hoped for. It was silent.
A woman stood at the edge of the pad, flanked by a man and two older children. She didn't run. She stood still, hands clasped tight at her sides.
When Billy stepped out, the baby in his arms, her gaze snapped to the bundle. She squinted, breath held tight. Then Kal turned his head. She saw the tuft of silver hair, the unmistakable pair of dandelion antennae, the violet skin and his face.
"Rion!" she choked out.
She sprinted toward them, stumbling over her own robes, arms reaching out.
"Rion-Val!"
Passing the baby to her was physically painful, like Billy removing a piece of his heart. But the moment the baby was in his aunt's arms, he buried his face in her neck. He knew her scent. He was home.
The aunt clutched the boy with all her strength. He was a different kind of heavy, there. She didn't bow to the Emperor or the sorcerer—she looked at the men who had saved the lost member of her family.
"Thank you," she whispered. "By the stars, thank you. We feared he was lost."
"He's a good traveler," Teddy said, his voice steady but gentle. "He likes the red nutrient paste, not the blue. And if he cries, you just have to hold him and walk in circles. He likes the motion."
"We called him Kal," Billy added quietly. "Just... for the trip."
"We will tell him," the aunt promised. "We will tell Rion who brought him home."
Billy wrapped an arm around Teddy’s waist, looking down at the child they had kept alive.
Over the onesie, they had wrapped him securely in a piece of dense, dark violet cloth— shaped it with magic, a blanket now, but something that might serve later as a cape.
"You're going to be a King one day, Rion," Billy said, the new name still awkward on his tongue. He looked up, his eyes locking onto Teddy’s face. "Just like your Papa."
Teddy let out a shaky breath, understanding the double meaning. He nodded once, a sharp jerk of the chin.
They stayed for an hour, watching as Rion was reintroduced to his kin, the tiny Wraith replica in his fist.
Then, they left.
The walk back to the ship felt miles longer than the walk out.
The Wraith lifted off silently. Teddy set a course for the Throneworld—for home.
The cockpit felt massive now. The makeshift car-seat was empty. The silence was louder than the gravity tantrums ever were.
Teddy engaged the autopilot and spun the chair around. He looked wrecked. Not tired, but hollowed out.
Billy sat on the floor, leaning back against the console, staring at the empty space in the escape pod.
"He was happy," Billy said into the quiet.
"He was," Teddy agreed. "He belongs there. With his family."
"We did good, Teddy. Didn’t we?"
"Yeah. We did."
The silence stretched again. Billy looked at Teddy—at the green skin that could be anything, at the body that defied physics. He looked at his own hands, sparking faintly.
"Did you ever think..." Billy started, then stopped. He swirled a finger on the floor, tracing a rune of light.
Teddy looked down at him, rubbing his face with his hands. "About having one? Of course I have."
Teddy sighed, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I’ve looked into the tech, Billy. The Imperial Science Division has gene-splicing tanks. Kree incubators. We could combine our DNA in a lab, grow a fetus in a synth-womb tank. I just wished we could do it together. Just us. Not a science experiment."
"It doesn't have to be a science experiment," Billy said. His voice was low, intense. "And we don't need a tank."
Teddy frowned. "Billy, I know we're powerful, but biology is biology. We're two guys."
"Are we?" Billy asked, looking up. "You're a Kree-Skrull hybrid. You're a shapeshifter, Teddy. You change at a cellular level—subconsciously even. Your body does whatever you need it to do."
"And I'm... whatever I am," Billy continued, gesturing to himself. "I rewrite reality. I manipulate probability. I create things out of thought."
Billy stood up, moving closer to Teddy’s chair.
"Sometimes," Billy whispered, "when we're together... like, really together... I feel it. Like the wall between what is and what could be gets really thin. Like reality… bends. It feels like we're right on the edge of something."
Teddy stared at him, the realization dawning slowly. "I thought... I just thought that was the magic."
"I think we've almost done it by accident, Teddy. Just from how much we want it. Just from how much we love each other. I've felt your body trying to shift, the magic trying to push through."
Teddy looked at his own hands—hands that could turn into claws, shields, or wings. He had spent his whole life controlling his form, locking it down. He had never thought to just... let go.
"You really think we could?" Teddy asked, his voice trembling. "Just us?"
"I think," Billy said, his heart hammering, "that if we stopped leaving it to chance... If you opened yourself up to the change, and I nudged the reality of it... we wouldn't need a lab."
He stepped between Teddy's knees, leaning in.
"We don't even have to wait for the palace," Billy whispered. "We can try now."
Teddy looked up at him, the hope raw on his face. He reached out, pulling Billy closer by the waist.
"Okay," he breathed. "Let's try."
✨ Chapter 6: The Creation
They didn't go to the pilot's quarters. They went to the cargo hold, where Billy had earlier transfigured the floor into a soft, cushioned space for Kal. It was wide, open, and quiet, lit only by the starlight drifting through the upper viewports.
There was no urgency this time. No tearing of clothes. But the hunger was there—deeper, heavier.
Teddy stood in the center of the room, and Billy couldn't stop looking at him. Even relaxed, Teddy was magnificent—broad shoulders, chest thick with muscle. The ridges of his abs disappeared into the waistband of his boxers. His mossy green skin seemed to pulse with an inner warmth.
Billy pulled off his own clothing and stood naked in the ambient starlight. Teddy's eyes widened, his gaze sweeping over Billy's slim body, lingering on the delicate curve of his hips and the slight, dark line of hair running down the center of his chest.
Teddy let out a long, shuddering exhale and pushed his own boxers down, revealing his full arousal. He was thick, heavy, and hard, the dark green velvet of his cock standing proudly. But tonight, that wasn't the focus.
Billy stepped closer, placing his hands flat on Teddy's warm chest. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s lips. Then he guided Teddy backward until they sank down together to the floor.
Teddy lay back, eased into the soft surface—a mountain of muscle trying to learn how to yield.
"I've spent my whole life holding it together," Teddy whispered. "My mother taught me... 'Maintain the form. Don't let it slip.' I don't know if I can just let go."
He looked at his hands, flexing them slowly, watching the green skin shift and ripple.
"You don't have to do it alone. We do it together." Billy whispered, kissing the strong line of his jaw, then down his neck to his collarbone. "Don't be the wall tonight. Be the door."
Teddy nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the request. He let out a long, shuddering exhale, his legs parting, making room.
Billy slicked himself and lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against Teddy. He pushed forward in a slow slide.
He leaned down, kissing Teddy as their hands roamed, Billy stroking the hard length of Teddy's cock, feeling the heavy pulse beneath his palm.
His rhythm was fluid, rolling, pressing into the sweet spot that made Teddy’s toes curl with every thrust.
"Fuck, you feel good," Teddy sighed.
They’d done this many times before, but this time was different. Teddy’s body adapted, the tight muscle relaxing, molding itself perfectly around Billy’s shape. He pulled Billy in, opening more with every thrust.
Billy’s pace picked up, driving gasps out of Teddy, pushing as deep into him as he’d ever been. And there it was—the head of his cock grazing something he’d sensed before—not a barrier, but a threshold. A second, tighter ring of muscle hidden deep within Teddy’s shifting biology.
"I can feel it," Billy whispered, his voice strained, marveling at his beautiful husband. "It's right there. The part of you that's been waiting."
Teddy looked more far gone than ever before, pleasure and fear flickering on his face.
"I… I can’t," Teddy choked out, his head thrashing on the pillow.
Billy placed his hand over Teddy's lower stomach. He didn't cast a spell; he just sent a pulse of blue light—a gentle, magical nudge—through Teddy’s skin. A signal to the cells beneath: You’re safe.
Teddy gasped.
He felt the nudge, his internal geometry shifting. Unlocking.
Billy felt the tightness and then felt it give way. He wasn't just inside Teddy anymore—every push breached a hidden, waiting space.
"Oh god," Teddy groaned out, arching his back off the cushions, his eyes rolling back. "Billy, you're in me."
"I know," Billy gasped. He could feel Teddy’s heart beat all around him—the most magical thing he’d ever felt.
Teddy’s legs wrapped around Billy’s waist, trying to draw him in even more. “Do it.”.
Billy didn't force himself in, but moved in short little thrusts. Deep in Teddy, tiny cilia teased at his cockhead, coaxing his orgasm.
The wave crested and Billy pushed with a single thrust, pouring himself into the chamber in Teddy.
He mouthed the words as he strained, "makeahomemakeahome." But even he couldn’t tell if it was magic or love in it.
The room washed out in a blinding, silent white light as reality bent around them.
Teddy gasped, the sensation of being filled there pushing him over the edge with an intense, shuddering climax. He spurted a hot and messy load across his own stomach, his body shaking with the force of it.
Billy’s lighter weight rested on Teddy, breathless, spent, and utterly drained.
They lay there tangled together, sweaty, and shivering with the aftershocks of what they had just done.
Teddy’s huge hand rested on his belly, his erection subsiding.
“That felt… different,” Teddy whispered. “Like I was turning inside out. Like I was dying inside, but then… I didn’t.”
“No, you didn’t,” Billy nodded, gently laughing.
"Did we just...?" Teddy whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Billy smiled. He reached out to cover Teddy's hand with his own.
"I think," he whispered, "I think we’re going to need a bigger palace."
🫃 Chapter 7: The Future
Six months later.
The morning sun of the Throneworld streamed through the high crystalline windows of the Imperial Suite, painting the room in shades of gold and amber.
Emperor Dorrek VIII was currently engaged in a fierce battle with his greatest enemy yet: his own left boot.
Teddy sat on the edge of the massive bed, letting out a groan that was half-frustration, half-exhaustion. He leaned forward, straining to reach the heavy, gold-clasped boot that had toppled over on the rug, but his body simply wouldn't cooperate.
"Stupid," Teddy muttered, leaning back and rubbing a hand over his face. "Stupid physics."
He looked down. The issue was undeniable. Where there used to be flat, combat-ready abdominal muscles, there was now a pronounced, firm curve. It was distinct, heavy, and currently making it impossible to bend past forty-five degrees.
He tried to shift. Usually, his Skrull physiology was fluid, able to adapt to any discomfort. He tried to will his center of gravity to change, to perhaps extend his arms just a few inches longer to reach the floor.
But his body resisted. It was busy doing something else—protecting and nurturing the life growing inside him. The baby was anchoring Teddy’s form. For the first time in his life, the shapeshifter was stuck, locked in the shape of a father.
"Need a hand?"
Teddy looked up. Billy was leaning against the doorframe, holding a steaming mug of tea. He was smiling, his gaze lingering affectionately on the constellation of freckles dusted across Teddy’s nose and cheeks.
"I have defeated intergalactic warlords," Teddy grumbled, gesturing vaguely at the floor. "I have wrestled dragons. But apparently, footwear is my downfall."
Billy chuckled, walking over and setting the tea on the nightstand. He knelt on the floor, picking up the heavy boot. "That’s because warlords don't kick your bladder at three in the morning."
Billy lifted Teddy’s foot, sliding the boot on and snapping the magnetic clasps shut with practiced ease. He did the same with the right one, then remained kneeling between Teddy’s legs.
He looked up, his gaze softening as it traveled from Teddy’s flushed, freckled cheeks down to the swell of his stomach, stretching the fabric of his sleep shirt.
"How is she today?" Billy asked softly.
"Active," Teddy said, resting his hands on the curve. "He definitely has your energy. He feels... sparked. Like little static shocks inside me."
“Well. He or she. Or they,” Billy laughed. "If this kid takes after Uncle Tommy, we are never going to sleep again."
They’d ordered the royal healers: no gender reveals. That could come in its own time.
Billy set his palm against Teddy’s taut belly. Almost immediately, there was a visible shift—a ripple under the skin as the baby reacted to his father’s magical signature. A blue spark leapt from Billy's hand to Teddy's skin.
"Whoa," Billy laughed, feeling the strong thud against his hand. "Hello to you too."
Teddy winced slightly, shifting his hips to find a more comfortable position on the mattress, but he was smiling. "She’s getting heavy, Billy. My back is killing me. The healers say because of the Kree density, she’s twice as heavy as a human baby."
"I can float you," Billy offered, his fingertips glowing with a faint blue light. "Take the load off for a while? Just like old times on the Wraith."
"Maybe later," Teddy said. He covered Billy’s hand with his own, pressing it firmer against the bump. "Right now... I kind of like feeling the weight. It makes it real."
Billy rested his cheek against Teddy’s knee, looking at the physical proof of their love. "It’s still hard to believe. That night in the cargo hold... I didn’t know if I’d break something if I pushed reality too hard. But I hardly did anything."
"You didn't break anything," Teddy whispered, running his fingers through Billy’s dark hair. "You built something. We did."
Teddy looked out the window at the sprawling city below. Politics, treaties, Var-Sool nagging him about the trade summit with the Kymellians... it was all still there, waiting for him. But in this room, in this quiet moment, none of it mattered.
"You know," Teddy said, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "We still have that escape pod on the shuttle. The one we strapped to the wall. We’ll need a car seat."
Billy looked up, grinning. "I think we’re going to need it. Though I doubt this one is going to fit in it for long if he keeps growing like a Hulk."
"We’ll figure it out," Teddy said. He leaned back on his hands, looking down at his husband and the life between them. "We always do."
Billy stood up, leaning in to kiss Teddy—slow, sweet, and full of promise. He kept one hand resting protectively on Teddy’s stomach.
"Ready for the day, Papa?" Billy teased.
Teddy took a deep breath, feeling the baby settle—a warm, heavy weight that felt like the future.
"Yeah," Teddy said. "I’m ready."
END
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