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Title: Broke it All
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: R
Pairing: Billy/Tommy
Summary: Heaven is overrated. Hell is a choice. All living is is looking for yourself out there.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Despite my deepest wishes, Young Avengers does not belong to me, and so, I can only borrow them. Similarly, I do not own other Marvel characters who appear within this work of fiction.
Warning: Twincest
Notes: AU
The heat of the fire scorched his skin, but Billy knew he had to keep moving. He pushed aside furniture, sidestepping the flames threatening to consume him with as much ferocity as they'd shown in their diligence up the hill. "MOM!" he called, immediately choking on a lungful of thick smoke. "MOM!"
"Billy! Billy, run!"
"No! Mom! Mom, where are you?!! MOM!"
Hands grabbed his arm and tugged. He pushed, but they held strong, dragging him kicking and thrashing out of the building.
All the air rushed out of his lungs as he landed hard against the wet ground. Lungs burning and eyes tearing, he pushed himself up and tried to stand. But his legs refused to cooperate and kept sliding out from beneath him. He managed to crawl all of two feet before he realized there was an unconscious body before him. One he recognized.
He pulled himself up over his brother's legs and ran assessing hands over what he could reach.
"YOU!" bellowed a voice that raked like nails across a chalkboard. "Stand aside."
Billy could feel heat across his face. Blazing heat like he had never imagined existing. He was certain no fire could burn as hotly as the one mere inches from his face. He tucked his hands beneath Tommy's hip and did his best to drag him away.
"You will never stop me," rasped the voice. "They are mine and I shall have them returned."
The sound of chains unfurling caught Billy's attention, but he couldn't see anything between his watering eyes and the brightness about them. When an engine opened up, loud and powerful and strong, he had to turn his face away.
A sharp screech accompanied the squeal of tires and Billy did his best to cover Tommy as gravel rained down over them.
The monstrous roar of an outraged creature being dragged down the road was barely heard over the gunning of the engine.
"Billy..."
His head bounced as he strained to listen.
"Take care of one another."
He tried to call for her again, but no sound would form in his throat beyond a harsh, ragged cough.
"This isn't the end. Promise me."
Tears streamed down his face in frustrated agony.
"I love you. Always remember that I love you..."
"EARTH TO BILLY!"
He jolted, blinking at his reflection, who frowned at him. "Again?!"
Billy exhaled slowly, trying to get his barrings.
"Billy..." Tommy sighed and dropped a paper bag in his lap. "Eat."
He unraveled the folds with numb hands.
Tommy crossed the room, looking out the window before turning back around to find his brother staring vacantly into space.
"BILLY!"
The brunet started again, and shook his head, reaching into the bag to pull out a burger wrapped in soggy paper. "Did you pay for it?" he asked, making conversation.
Tommy snorted. "Just eat, Bill. You're thinner than me. And that's just wrong."
Billy unwrapped it, nose bunching.
"It's Vegan. God, you act like I'd force meat on you."
"You would," Billy replied, taking a measuring bite.
"Damn right I would," his twin replied. "You don't eat right."
"And you do?" he countered, munching on a fry.
"Probably not. But there's a distinct difference between eating healthy and eating well." At Billy's raised brow he continued. "One tastes like crap and the other clogs your arteries." He stretched. "I prefer my food to taste well and do unseen damage, rather than the other way around. Besides, I doubt it's doing me any harm. It doesn't stay in my stomach long enough."
It didn't stay in Billy's long enough to do much good and they both knew it.
Tommy dropped into the bed beside him, arms about his shoulders and a hand to his brow, which forced Billy back until he was propped against his twin's chest.
"You're going to have to sleep sometime," he said, fingers smoothing hypnotically across Billy's temples.
"What happened to feeding me?"
"Never seems to do much good. Now shut up and come here."
Billy stuffed the food back in the bag and dropped it over the side of the bed. Turning in Tommy's arms until he could rest his head against his brother's chest. Tommy's hands rubbed his back, arms still managing to hold him tight. Billy closed his eyes, focusing on the hum that was Tommy's heart.
"We're okay, Bill," he said, voice steady and confident. His chin lowered as he shifted his head to place a kiss across Billy's brow. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but we are. No one's going to take you away from me." Billy's hands fisted in Tommy's shirt. "No one. I'll kill anyone who tries."
"What've we got?" Tommy asked, head cocking as he looked down at the body.
"You tell me. I've never seen anything like this before."
Tommy dropped into a crouch and pulled aside the tarp, making a face. "What do you think?"
Billy's steady gaze left the crowd and landed on him, his feet bringing him closer a moment later. Laying a hand against Tommy's back, he used him as leverage to better see then sighed.
"Do you recognize it?" asked the cop.
"Unfortunately."
"What is it?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," Tommy replied as Billy wandered from them to stare across the horizon.
"Fucking demons," Tommy hissed, kicking a bag. "They're like cockroaches! It never ends!"
"Do you think it's...him?" Billy asked softly.
Tommy bit his lower lip as he considered their situation. "I don't think so. He's not this sloppy."
"So what do we do?"
"We go after it."
"And risk blowing our cover?"
"Well we can't just let it run around. Besides, one of these flunkies might lead us to him. Now gear up. We need to get moving before HE shows."
"I HAVE RIGHTS!" yowled their prisoner, struggling against his bonds.
"You all say that," Tommy replied, wiping his hands. "But I don't see how that matters much...up here."
The twins eyes met over their captive's head.
Billy steadied himself in his twin's strength and closed his eyes, drawing up the power.
"What are you...No! NO! You just wait! You wait til he finds you! You think you're big and bad? You just wait!"
"Hurry it up, Bill," Tommy hissed.
"He's...fighting me..." he replied through gritted teeth.
"Well push back harder!"
"I....I ca-"
"Don't start that again, Billy! Now move it or we're going to lose everything!!"
Billy heard the distant roar of an engine approaching and swallowed thickly.
Reaching deeply into himself, he drew upon the deep well of power within him. It bubbled and burned as it rose, but Billy kept pushing.
"Bill!"
His eyes felt like coals as they snapped open suddenly. He could barely see beyond the light and yet he could see everything. "I WANT YOU TO GO! I WANT YOU TO GO AND NEVER RETURN!"
The screaming was always distracting, but Billy kept chanting.
Tommy back peddled as the darkness erupted, spilling all around them as the creature dissolved.
The sound of a dragging chain rang in the air, and they both knew sparks would be flying, leaving nothing but hellfire in their wake.
"Timetogo!"
Billy collapsed, belly to his brother's shoulder, cheek to his back and thighs against his chest as Tommy adjusted and got his feet under him.
The door blew open.
The soulless eyes haunted Billy from the barest of glances, as they were miles away in moments.
"What do we do if we find him?" Billy asked, staring at the comforter.
"When," Tommy corrected, crossing the distance between them, towel rubbing vigorously against his hair.
"When. What do we do when we find him?"
"I don't know."
"Did we ever have a plan?" Billy sighed.
"Come on, Bill," Tommy said, hooking a finger under his chin and lifting. "This is us. When do we ever plan?"
Billy lay both hands to his brother's bare chest. He felt drained and weak. He was tired. Tired from expending so much energy and tired from living the way they did. It couldn't even be termed 'living'. They existed. His eyes lifted from his lap, following the lines of Tommy's body up. Taking in the scars, both the physical and those not immediately visible to the untrained eye. When they met Tommy's they were swept up in a determination few could understand.
Tommy's hands followed Billy's breastbone down, the younger gasping softly.
"Is it time?" Billy whispered.
"It's always time," Tommy replied, leaning forward.
Billy inhaled as his soul vibrated at the nearness, chest arching as Tommy's mouth found the sensitive underside of his jaw. For some people, he supposed, sharing a soul with another person would probably be a burden. And perhaps it was. But if it was so, it was he who was burdening Tommy. And if it were true, Tommy never said.
His knee hooked about Tommy's hip as he rocked into the touch, every part of him lighting up.
Tommy twitched against him and Billy rubbed his shoulders, hands going about his neck. "It's okay," he whispered into his ear. "Let go, I've got you."
His twin resisted a moment more, always afraid of hurting him. But Billy worried his earlobe between his teeth and Tommy fell into him with enough force that the bed rocked as his back dropped into it.
They had begun their lifestyle as a way to stay hidden. Uniting their soul for stretches at a time so that they were invisible to the legions hunting for them. As they got older, it had become more difficult, lasted less, fading too soon and forcing them to connect with increasing frequency. After a time, they'd found it best to just avail themselves of every possible opportunity. It had worked all too well. They'd become untraceable, save for when they used their abilities. It had also had the unforseen side effect of linking them emotionally irreparably. It wasn't anything as simple as love. It was akin to the endless epithets that saturated the works of poets and singers. A thing of so much value that it could not be accurately described. Merely felt so deeply as to take on the responsibility of defining their organic journey through the cosmos.
There were no words that could come close to the vibrant, explosive, entirely equally tangible and intangible nature of Billy's being when they knitted back the ragged, tattered edges of their shared soul. It was in those moments that the world was not a prison, that their lives held weight and meaning, and that everything was right and good; their future bright and happy.
It was always so cold when they untangled.
Billy rolled over and hugged his pillow, drawing his legs up until his knees met his chest.
"We have to get moving," Tommy said, walking in. But he didn't rush Billy. Settled behind him on the bed and wrapped around him, drawing him close and holding him tightly until he could breathe again. Hands stroking lovingly and supportive as he kissed Billy's cheek. "Get up. We don't have a lot of time until he catches up."
Billy stood and made his way into the bathroom. Neither of them rushed. Neither of them wanted to look too closely at the fact.
"This lifestyle's going to be the death of us," Billy murmured, staring down into his soup.
"Yep."
Billy's lips tucked between his teeth and he bit down.
Tommy's hand reached across the table and closed about his. "When the time comes..." He tilted his head and Billy looked at him. "We won't have to worry about all this..." His other hand closed about Billy's wrist. "We'll be one again."
It shouldn't have been so comforting.
"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" His mouth twisted upward, a sick grin that made Billy's stomach wrench. "You will come back to me now. Back where you belong."
"FUCK. OFF!"
The explosion stunned Billy, though he'd known it was coming. Tommy's body appeared beneath his, aligned against him, and they made their way, struggling and falling, pushing through debris.
"Tom..."
"Bill...."
They collapsed in a heap, facing one another.
"Will it hurt?"
"Shhh...."
Billy closed his eyes as Tommy drew him close. Their arms clung tightly to one another. Bodies weak, powers spent and spirits defeated.
"Come back to me now. Where you belong."
"One more time."
Billy nodded. "The last time."
"Are you ready?"
"Always."
Billy looked up as Tommy looked down. Their eyes holding. Leaning in, they met for one last goodbye.
One last touch before they no longer had any barriers between them.
It was dark when Billy came around.
He looked around, unsure of where he was.
His gaze drifted down to his hands as he flexed them.
"Hey."
Billy looked up.
Tommy smiled. "Took you long enough."
Billy blinked.
Tommy cocked his head.
"Tommy?"
Tommy was suddenly beside him. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Billy threw his arms about him, burying his face in his shoulder.
Tommy's arms tightened about him. "Easy, Bill. Everything's okay."
He sobbed.
Lips pressed into his hair, and a nose followed the curve of his skull. "Did you have a nightmare again?"
"I don't know..." He clung to his brother. "Is this real?"
Tommy gave him a squeeze. "Don't be stupid."
Billy blinked, eyes closing as he pressed his brow to Tommy's throat.
"Would it be real if you didn't want it to be?"
"Boys! You're going to be late!"
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: R
Pairing: Billy/Tommy
Summary: Heaven is overrated. Hell is a choice. All living is is looking for yourself out there.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Despite my deepest wishes, Young Avengers does not belong to me, and so, I can only borrow them. Similarly, I do not own other Marvel characters who appear within this work of fiction.
Warning: Twincest
Notes: AU
The heat of the fire scorched his skin, but Billy knew he had to keep moving. He pushed aside furniture, sidestepping the flames threatening to consume him with as much ferocity as they'd shown in their diligence up the hill. "MOM!" he called, immediately choking on a lungful of thick smoke. "MOM!"
"Billy! Billy, run!"
"No! Mom! Mom, where are you?!! MOM!"
Hands grabbed his arm and tugged. He pushed, but they held strong, dragging him kicking and thrashing out of the building.
All the air rushed out of his lungs as he landed hard against the wet ground. Lungs burning and eyes tearing, he pushed himself up and tried to stand. But his legs refused to cooperate and kept sliding out from beneath him. He managed to crawl all of two feet before he realized there was an unconscious body before him. One he recognized.
He pulled himself up over his brother's legs and ran assessing hands over what he could reach.
"YOU!" bellowed a voice that raked like nails across a chalkboard. "Stand aside."
Billy could feel heat across his face. Blazing heat like he had never imagined existing. He was certain no fire could burn as hotly as the one mere inches from his face. He tucked his hands beneath Tommy's hip and did his best to drag him away.
"You will never stop me," rasped the voice. "They are mine and I shall have them returned."
The sound of chains unfurling caught Billy's attention, but he couldn't see anything between his watering eyes and the brightness about them. When an engine opened up, loud and powerful and strong, he had to turn his face away.
A sharp screech accompanied the squeal of tires and Billy did his best to cover Tommy as gravel rained down over them.
The monstrous roar of an outraged creature being dragged down the road was barely heard over the gunning of the engine.
"Billy..."
His head bounced as he strained to listen.
"Take care of one another."
He tried to call for her again, but no sound would form in his throat beyond a harsh, ragged cough.
"This isn't the end. Promise me."
Tears streamed down his face in frustrated agony.
"I love you. Always remember that I love you..."
"EARTH TO BILLY!"
He jolted, blinking at his reflection, who frowned at him. "Again?!"
Billy exhaled slowly, trying to get his barrings.
"Billy..." Tommy sighed and dropped a paper bag in his lap. "Eat."
He unraveled the folds with numb hands.
Tommy crossed the room, looking out the window before turning back around to find his brother staring vacantly into space.
"BILLY!"
The brunet started again, and shook his head, reaching into the bag to pull out a burger wrapped in soggy paper. "Did you pay for it?" he asked, making conversation.
Tommy snorted. "Just eat, Bill. You're thinner than me. And that's just wrong."
Billy unwrapped it, nose bunching.
"It's Vegan. God, you act like I'd force meat on you."
"You would," Billy replied, taking a measuring bite.
"Damn right I would," his twin replied. "You don't eat right."
"And you do?" he countered, munching on a fry.
"Probably not. But there's a distinct difference between eating healthy and eating well." At Billy's raised brow he continued. "One tastes like crap and the other clogs your arteries." He stretched. "I prefer my food to taste well and do unseen damage, rather than the other way around. Besides, I doubt it's doing me any harm. It doesn't stay in my stomach long enough."
It didn't stay in Billy's long enough to do much good and they both knew it.
Tommy dropped into the bed beside him, arms about his shoulders and a hand to his brow, which forced Billy back until he was propped against his twin's chest.
"You're going to have to sleep sometime," he said, fingers smoothing hypnotically across Billy's temples.
"What happened to feeding me?"
"Never seems to do much good. Now shut up and come here."
Billy stuffed the food back in the bag and dropped it over the side of the bed. Turning in Tommy's arms until he could rest his head against his brother's chest. Tommy's hands rubbed his back, arms still managing to hold him tight. Billy closed his eyes, focusing on the hum that was Tommy's heart.
"We're okay, Bill," he said, voice steady and confident. His chin lowered as he shifted his head to place a kiss across Billy's brow. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but we are. No one's going to take you away from me." Billy's hands fisted in Tommy's shirt. "No one. I'll kill anyone who tries."
"What've we got?" Tommy asked, head cocking as he looked down at the body.
"You tell me. I've never seen anything like this before."
Tommy dropped into a crouch and pulled aside the tarp, making a face. "What do you think?"
Billy's steady gaze left the crowd and landed on him, his feet bringing him closer a moment later. Laying a hand against Tommy's back, he used him as leverage to better see then sighed.
"Do you recognize it?" asked the cop.
"Unfortunately."
"What is it?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," Tommy replied as Billy wandered from them to stare across the horizon.
"Fucking demons," Tommy hissed, kicking a bag. "They're like cockroaches! It never ends!"
"Do you think it's...him?" Billy asked softly.
Tommy bit his lower lip as he considered their situation. "I don't think so. He's not this sloppy."
"So what do we do?"
"We go after it."
"And risk blowing our cover?"
"Well we can't just let it run around. Besides, one of these flunkies might lead us to him. Now gear up. We need to get moving before HE shows."
"I HAVE RIGHTS!" yowled their prisoner, struggling against his bonds.
"You all say that," Tommy replied, wiping his hands. "But I don't see how that matters much...up here."
The twins eyes met over their captive's head.
Billy steadied himself in his twin's strength and closed his eyes, drawing up the power.
"What are you...No! NO! You just wait! You wait til he finds you! You think you're big and bad? You just wait!"
"Hurry it up, Bill," Tommy hissed.
"He's...fighting me..." he replied through gritted teeth.
"Well push back harder!"
"I....I ca-"
"Don't start that again, Billy! Now move it or we're going to lose everything!!"
Billy heard the distant roar of an engine approaching and swallowed thickly.
Reaching deeply into himself, he drew upon the deep well of power within him. It bubbled and burned as it rose, but Billy kept pushing.
"Bill!"
His eyes felt like coals as they snapped open suddenly. He could barely see beyond the light and yet he could see everything. "I WANT YOU TO GO! I WANT YOU TO GO AND NEVER RETURN!"
The screaming was always distracting, but Billy kept chanting.
Tommy back peddled as the darkness erupted, spilling all around them as the creature dissolved.
The sound of a dragging chain rang in the air, and they both knew sparks would be flying, leaving nothing but hellfire in their wake.
"Timetogo!"
Billy collapsed, belly to his brother's shoulder, cheek to his back and thighs against his chest as Tommy adjusted and got his feet under him.
The door blew open.
The soulless eyes haunted Billy from the barest of glances, as they were miles away in moments.
"What do we do if we find him?" Billy asked, staring at the comforter.
"When," Tommy corrected, crossing the distance between them, towel rubbing vigorously against his hair.
"When. What do we do when we find him?"
"I don't know."
"Did we ever have a plan?" Billy sighed.
"Come on, Bill," Tommy said, hooking a finger under his chin and lifting. "This is us. When do we ever plan?"
Billy lay both hands to his brother's bare chest. He felt drained and weak. He was tired. Tired from expending so much energy and tired from living the way they did. It couldn't even be termed 'living'. They existed. His eyes lifted from his lap, following the lines of Tommy's body up. Taking in the scars, both the physical and those not immediately visible to the untrained eye. When they met Tommy's they were swept up in a determination few could understand.
Tommy's hands followed Billy's breastbone down, the younger gasping softly.
"Is it time?" Billy whispered.
"It's always time," Tommy replied, leaning forward.
Billy inhaled as his soul vibrated at the nearness, chest arching as Tommy's mouth found the sensitive underside of his jaw. For some people, he supposed, sharing a soul with another person would probably be a burden. And perhaps it was. But if it was so, it was he who was burdening Tommy. And if it were true, Tommy never said.
His knee hooked about Tommy's hip as he rocked into the touch, every part of him lighting up.
Tommy twitched against him and Billy rubbed his shoulders, hands going about his neck. "It's okay," he whispered into his ear. "Let go, I've got you."
His twin resisted a moment more, always afraid of hurting him. But Billy worried his earlobe between his teeth and Tommy fell into him with enough force that the bed rocked as his back dropped into it.
They had begun their lifestyle as a way to stay hidden. Uniting their soul for stretches at a time so that they were invisible to the legions hunting for them. As they got older, it had become more difficult, lasted less, fading too soon and forcing them to connect with increasing frequency. After a time, they'd found it best to just avail themselves of every possible opportunity. It had worked all too well. They'd become untraceable, save for when they used their abilities. It had also had the unforseen side effect of linking them emotionally irreparably. It wasn't anything as simple as love. It was akin to the endless epithets that saturated the works of poets and singers. A thing of so much value that it could not be accurately described. Merely felt so deeply as to take on the responsibility of defining their organic journey through the cosmos.
There were no words that could come close to the vibrant, explosive, entirely equally tangible and intangible nature of Billy's being when they knitted back the ragged, tattered edges of their shared soul. It was in those moments that the world was not a prison, that their lives held weight and meaning, and that everything was right and good; their future bright and happy.
It was always so cold when they untangled.
Billy rolled over and hugged his pillow, drawing his legs up until his knees met his chest.
"We have to get moving," Tommy said, walking in. But he didn't rush Billy. Settled behind him on the bed and wrapped around him, drawing him close and holding him tightly until he could breathe again. Hands stroking lovingly and supportive as he kissed Billy's cheek. "Get up. We don't have a lot of time until he catches up."
Billy stood and made his way into the bathroom. Neither of them rushed. Neither of them wanted to look too closely at the fact.
"This lifestyle's going to be the death of us," Billy murmured, staring down into his soup.
"Yep."
Billy's lips tucked between his teeth and he bit down.
Tommy's hand reached across the table and closed about his. "When the time comes..." He tilted his head and Billy looked at him. "We won't have to worry about all this..." His other hand closed about Billy's wrist. "We'll be one again."
It shouldn't have been so comforting.
"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" His mouth twisted upward, a sick grin that made Billy's stomach wrench. "You will come back to me now. Back where you belong."
"FUCK. OFF!"
The explosion stunned Billy, though he'd known it was coming. Tommy's body appeared beneath his, aligned against him, and they made their way, struggling and falling, pushing through debris.
"Tom..."
"Bill...."
They collapsed in a heap, facing one another.
"Will it hurt?"
"Shhh...."
Billy closed his eyes as Tommy drew him close. Their arms clung tightly to one another. Bodies weak, powers spent and spirits defeated.
"Come back to me now. Where you belong."
"One more time."
Billy nodded. "The last time."
"Are you ready?"
"Always."
Billy looked up as Tommy looked down. Their eyes holding. Leaning in, they met for one last goodbye.
One last touch before they no longer had any barriers between them.
It was dark when Billy came around.
He looked around, unsure of where he was.
His gaze drifted down to his hands as he flexed them.
"Hey."
Billy looked up.
Tommy smiled. "Took you long enough."
Billy blinked.
Tommy cocked his head.
"Tommy?"
Tommy was suddenly beside him. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Billy threw his arms about him, burying his face in his shoulder.
Tommy's arms tightened about him. "Easy, Bill. Everything's okay."
He sobbed.
Lips pressed into his hair, and a nose followed the curve of his skull. "Did you have a nightmare again?"
"I don't know..." He clung to his brother. "Is this real?"
Tommy gave him a squeeze. "Don't be stupid."
Billy blinked, eyes closing as he pressed his brow to Tommy's throat.
"Would it be real if you didn't want it to be?"
"Boys! You're going to be late!"