Young Avengers, House of M AU, fragment, PG-13

[tsaiko]

They were barely through the door of the room that Billy had paid for when the guy – Ted? That wasn't it. Teddy? Yeah, he'd said his name was Teddy - he'd picked up from the bar had him against the wall. Billy was about five seconds away from electrocuting Teddy when lips were on his mouth. That? That was fine. That was more than fine. He could deal with a bit of roughness as long as Teddy kept doing that thing with his tongue.

"Okay?" Teddy asked. His lips were mere millimeters from Billy's, and his breath ghosted across the dampness on Billy's lips. It made him shiver.

"Yes. More than okay," Billy replied. They hadn't even bothered to turn on the light. Light leaked in from the partially closed curtains, throwing Teddy's face into shadows. "Do it again?"

"Yeah." Teddy kissed him again, using one hand to pull Billy's shirt out of his jeans. Teddy's fingers settled just above his belt, touching the hollow of his back. Skin on skin. It seemed much more intimate than it should have.

Billy sucked in a breath and tightened his hands on Teddy's arms as the world tilted crazily. He could see his vision graying from the outside in. Where was he? What was going on again?

"Billy?" Not William. Billy. He remembered the club, the cute blond at the bar, taking a chance, and not getting shot down. They'd agreed to go to a hotel down the street. Billy had paid with a credit card under an assumed name. "Do you want to stop?"

"Bed?" Billy suggested. The dizziness had passed but Billy didn't want to take any more chances. It would be just his luck to pass out on his hot one night stand. He didn't want that to happen, because then the warm shivery feeling he go whenever he kissed Teddy would go away. Better to just lie down so that he didn't have to stop.

"Bed it is then," Teddy said. He stepped away and Billy immediately wished he hadn't. Teddy was warm and it was cold in the room. The air conditioner must be on full blast.

Teddy sprawled down on the bed, a dark shape against the paler comforter. Billy stumbled a bit as he walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge a little harder than he meant to. He reached out to steady himself against Teddy's chest. His fingers were shaking.

"What's going on?" Billy realized his words were slurred together. Things didn't seem to be making a lot of sense. "I have a headache."

"Maybe you should lie down." Teddy tugged on his wrist, and Billy wound up half sprawled against Teddy's chest. There was a hand on his back, rubbing up and down. Up and down. It was soothing.

"I'm fine" Billy put his face against Teddy's neck and breathed in. Teddy smelled of soap and shampoo, a little like salt and a little like the sweet alcoholic drink they'd shared. He nuzzled into the skin there. So warm. This was nice. Nice to just lie secure in someone's arms.

Which was the last thought he had before darkness overtook him.

***

The room was moving. No. That wasn't right. He was moving. Earthquake?

Billy struggled up through the fog that seemed to be clouding his mind. There was an arm under his knees and another around the middle of his back. He was being carried. Someone was carrying him.

His clothes seemed to be missing. That was odd. Or maybe not, since he gone to a club. Had he picked someone up? It was kind of blurry. Billy managed to force his eyes open. There was a sheet wrapped around him, which at least meant he wasn't naked. Then he looked up.

Blond hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin and the line of someone's jaw. Earrings. It took a few seconds, but Billy was finally able to put a name to him. Teddy. The blond from the bar. It struck him as funny that the guy was carrying him like he was some princess that needed to be rescued.

"Don't need to carry me," Billy murmured. Teddy jerked a bit. His arms tightened around Billy as he looked down.

"Aren't you tired?" Teddy asked. There was something in his voice, something which set warning bells off in the back of Billy's mind. He was tired, though, and it seemed more effort than it was worth to pay attention to what was wrong.

"Little bit." Billy laid his head against Teddy's chest. He could hear Teddy's heartbeat. "My hero."

Teddy laughed. "Not even close."



Which leads us to the events that occur here :

Prince William Maximoff, aka Billy, was currently unscrewing the leg off of the metal frame bed in his cell. He was in trouble. Deep trouble. So much trouble. But instead of focusing on the big picture - like say the fact that he'd been kidnapped by someone and bad things were probably going to happen to him because of it - Billy was focusing on a much smaller detail.

Like the fact that there was no way Alice, the royal family's PR person, could put a positive spin on this.

He could practically see the head lines now. "PRINCE WILLIAM KIDNAPPED FROM NOTORIOUS GAY CLUB." "HOMOSEXUAL ONE NIGHT STAND LEADS TO KIDNAPPING." "SHOCKING TRUTH: PRINCE WILLIAM LIKES COCK." The tabloids were going to have a field day.

Being outed to his family by the press? Yeah, it was pretty much going to be the icing on the fail cake that was this whole incident.