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Title: Follow the Sun
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billy/Teddy, Noh-Varr/Tommy
Summary: Noh-Varr is thorough.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Despite my deepest wishes, the Young Avengers do not belong to me, and so I can only borrow them.
Note: Tentatively calling this one a WIP. I haven't written anything much in a long while, and while this is severely lacking, it's better than anything else I've abandoned midway. So, for my own peace of mind, I'm posting it.
The first time Noh-Varr had seen Tommy, he'd admittedly not been himself. Busy beating the crap out of anyone who caught his eye, he and the younger speedster had literally blown by one another, lost in their own worlds, on the same battlefield.
He'd seen him in passing once or twice after. But they'd both been far too busy conducting their own business on opposite ends of the superheroic involvement spectrum. And Noh-Varr simply held no interest in anyone not of use to him for quite a while. Tommy, he assumed, had lived a similar, if more involved reality.
Having joined what was left of the Young Avengers for his own reasons, Noh-Varr promptly launched into research mode. He wasn't about to simply blindly trust in his new allies - especially as not all of them were likely to be allies in truth - and he'd spent far too much time as a soldier to refrain from such necessary precautions. This of course, was how he came to know Tommy. Through film clips and photographs, newspaper articles and gossip blurbs. Hacking into the speedster's juvie file took a little more time than the standard fare, which generally meant there was something to hide. Which was good as far as Noh-Varr was concerned. The more a human government kept track of you, the more dangerous you tended to be. It amused Noh-Varr unduly that he was ranked in the higher color coded fog of panic.
The others on the team, those from whom he'd been so certain he could garner the most information, refused to speak of Tommy. They'd look askance, or at Billy, or squirm uncomfortably, abruptly changing the subject at their earliest opportunity and fleeing the conversation. It was frustrating, but not discouraging. Only Loki seemed all too happy to speak of the speedster, but when he did Noh-Varr could tell he was being lead about and deceived. If the set of Wiccan's shoulders was anything to go by, either half of Loki's information was scandalous lies or a truth the team preferred to keep hidden.
All in all, Tommy remained a mystery, an incomplete puzzle - which grated upon the Kree on every level. Until one day without warning or reason, he was suddenly there. Noh-Varr had been tending to his ship and so had missed his entrance. However, one would have to be severely lacking in their senses to miss his presence entirely.
By the time Noh-Varr made it down to the team's recreational area, Billy and Tommy were locked in an embrace so tight and desperate, he couldn't be sure one of them wasn't mortally wounded. Humans could be peculiar about their genetic contemporaries. Teddy however, did not appear particularly distressed. Likely, it had been some time and their reunion was merely of the type of returning warriors.
When they drew away and looked at one another, Noh-Varr found himself frowning. He'd known of course, that they were twins - of a sort; the information wasn't exactly clear on the status of their genetic relationship one way or another. He'd known that they'd grown particularly close and that there was a bond there that Teddy had mentioned quietly in passing on more than one occasion. He'd known they were practically identical in form and figure, despite the drastic differences in their powers and how it should effect them physiologically. He was not at all prepared however, to be instantly attracted to one when the other rated no different to him than any other team based associate. It made no logical sense that he should have such a visceral reaction to someone whom for all intents and purposes was a genetic clone with minor alterations of a young man Noh-Varr had been working, fighting and sharing quarters with for several months.
It was there all the same.
He sniffed and crossed his arms, irritated. Tommy noticed and stepped to the side, looking around his brother directly at Noh-Varr, who instantly felt as if he'd been electrocuted. It didn't help his mood.
Apparently it didn't do anything much for Tommy's either.
Ten minutes later, they were being forcibly separated. Their headquarters would need major repairs, and Kate yelled about property damage and lawsuits and idiots. All Noh-Varr could concentrate on was how very hard he was. How the very sight of Tommy heated his blood and drained him of sense and made him want to pin him to a wall and perform all sorts of acts of depravity.
From the look in Tommy's eyes, the challenge was clear. Noh-Varr was never one to back down. Tommy, he found, was similarly inclined. It was to be a long seduction. Damn it.
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billy/Teddy, Noh-Varr/Tommy
Summary: Noh-Varr is thorough.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Despite my deepest wishes, the Young Avengers do not belong to me, and so I can only borrow them.
Note: Tentatively calling this one a WIP. I haven't written anything much in a long while, and while this is severely lacking, it's better than anything else I've abandoned midway. So, for my own peace of mind, I'm posting it.
The first time Noh-Varr had seen Tommy, he'd admittedly not been himself. Busy beating the crap out of anyone who caught his eye, he and the younger speedster had literally blown by one another, lost in their own worlds, on the same battlefield.
He'd seen him in passing once or twice after. But they'd both been far too busy conducting their own business on opposite ends of the superheroic involvement spectrum. And Noh-Varr simply held no interest in anyone not of use to him for quite a while. Tommy, he assumed, had lived a similar, if more involved reality.
Having joined what was left of the Young Avengers for his own reasons, Noh-Varr promptly launched into research mode. He wasn't about to simply blindly trust in his new allies - especially as not all of them were likely to be allies in truth - and he'd spent far too much time as a soldier to refrain from such necessary precautions. This of course, was how he came to know Tommy. Through film clips and photographs, newspaper articles and gossip blurbs. Hacking into the speedster's juvie file took a little more time than the standard fare, which generally meant there was something to hide. Which was good as far as Noh-Varr was concerned. The more a human government kept track of you, the more dangerous you tended to be. It amused Noh-Varr unduly that he was ranked in the higher color coded fog of panic.
The others on the team, those from whom he'd been so certain he could garner the most information, refused to speak of Tommy. They'd look askance, or at Billy, or squirm uncomfortably, abruptly changing the subject at their earliest opportunity and fleeing the conversation. It was frustrating, but not discouraging. Only Loki seemed all too happy to speak of the speedster, but when he did Noh-Varr could tell he was being lead about and deceived. If the set of Wiccan's shoulders was anything to go by, either half of Loki's information was scandalous lies or a truth the team preferred to keep hidden.
All in all, Tommy remained a mystery, an incomplete puzzle - which grated upon the Kree on every level. Until one day without warning or reason, he was suddenly there. Noh-Varr had been tending to his ship and so had missed his entrance. However, one would have to be severely lacking in their senses to miss his presence entirely.
By the time Noh-Varr made it down to the team's recreational area, Billy and Tommy were locked in an embrace so tight and desperate, he couldn't be sure one of them wasn't mortally wounded. Humans could be peculiar about their genetic contemporaries. Teddy however, did not appear particularly distressed. Likely, it had been some time and their reunion was merely of the type of returning warriors.
When they drew away and looked at one another, Noh-Varr found himself frowning. He'd known of course, that they were twins - of a sort; the information wasn't exactly clear on the status of their genetic relationship one way or another. He'd known that they'd grown particularly close and that there was a bond there that Teddy had mentioned quietly in passing on more than one occasion. He'd known they were practically identical in form and figure, despite the drastic differences in their powers and how it should effect them physiologically. He was not at all prepared however, to be instantly attracted to one when the other rated no different to him than any other team based associate. It made no logical sense that he should have such a visceral reaction to someone whom for all intents and purposes was a genetic clone with minor alterations of a young man Noh-Varr had been working, fighting and sharing quarters with for several months.
It was there all the same.
He sniffed and crossed his arms, irritated. Tommy noticed and stepped to the side, looking around his brother directly at Noh-Varr, who instantly felt as if he'd been electrocuted. It didn't help his mood.
Apparently it didn't do anything much for Tommy's either.
Ten minutes later, they were being forcibly separated. Their headquarters would need major repairs, and Kate yelled about property damage and lawsuits and idiots. All Noh-Varr could concentrate on was how very hard he was. How the very sight of Tommy heated his blood and drained him of sense and made him want to pin him to a wall and perform all sorts of acts of depravity.
From the look in Tommy's eyes, the challenge was clear. Noh-Varr was never one to back down. Tommy, he found, was similarly inclined. It was to be a long seduction. Damn it.