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In a world of constant cosmic threats, nothing could have matched the unexpected throupling of these three. Two Bat-adjacent do-gooders, one revolving door anti-hero/villain, all united in a shared state of lust for each other.

But mainly, Jason’s incredible dick. That’s what really brought Dick and Slade together after all those years of strife between them.

They’d never spent a Christmas together, though, and that made for some real interesting moments shared between them. (Usually during intermissions of their hot, passionate sex.) But neither could have expected Jason’s apparently festive cheer. Slade thought they were united in a hatred for Christmas, but apparently not...

Slade glances at Jason curiously. “There a reason you’re talking all fruity like that, Hood? It’s kinda ruining my vibe here,” he says, nodding down to the sloppy mess Dick was making of his cunt as he ate the older man out.

Bruce never considered himself one for the holidays. Clark by contrast, however, loved them. Always did, apparently. Maybe it was just because the former grew up in a concrete jungle like Gotham while the latter’s idyllic rural home made for an ideal Christmastime, but Bruce really needed to work himself up to form any sort of excitement for the day.

This meant Clark really had to work hard to compensate, and this morning he outdid himself. Even after a week in Smallville, with all its holiday cheer, Bruce remained a grump. But finding a nude Clark under the Kent Christmas tree, well... Bruce’s heart wasn’t the only thing growing ten times larger right now.

“Teddy, you didn’t have to get me anything. All I want, all I need, is you,” says Billy softly, touched as he takes the box from his husband. “Happy anniversary… thank you.” He beams at him before pulling Teddy into a kiss again, holding onto the man for as long as possible now that they were finally both here together. On their tenth anniversary and sharing a few minutes of private time alone with no distractions—it was perfect timing to do something special for the other one this year.

Billy stared back at Teddy. At that moment, he didn’t see the boy Teddy had once been. Time had shaped him, eroded the softness, crisping and sharpening the features of his handsome face. He wasn’t the naive boy the Skrull queen tried to kill so many years ago during her secret invasion. Teddy had grown strong and yet there was still a gentleness in his touch. A warmth in his kiss that had Billy tremble against him.

With a wave of his hand, the air above their mattress shimmers. The ruffling of fabric and the clank of metal against metal announce the sudden appearance of a folded Kree uniform and two metal bands on Teddy’s side of the bed.

“What does one give to an interstellar emperor? I recall you once told me that our rings were all that was left of your father’s legacy. The last piece of him you had. Thank you for sharing him with me. I wanted you to have something else of his. His old Kree uniform. I’m told it had quite a colorful history. In case anyone comes asking, I do not believe in… aggressive negotiations. But I found something of your brother’s, Genis-Vell. Technically, he would have been your little brother, his Nega Bonds were lost in the battle that took his life, but I found them. Actually, ‘negotiated’ with someone that found them. I tried to find something of your sister’s but… no luck.”

“What’s in the box?”

“That’s very nice of you to say, baby, but I wouldn’t feel good about myself if I didn’t get you something for our special day,” says Teddy, with an adoring glint in his eye. He couldn’t just let this momentous occasion come and go without some sort of marker to commemorate it. But if all Billy had for him was this slow, lingering kiss, then Teddy could live with it.

He pulls back to admire his husband’s face, perhaps a little less youthful than it used to be, but hey — Teddy wasn’t getting any younger, either. Growing old with him was part of the deal. But even with his slightly more aged face, Billy still had the glow of a man in the prime of his life. The same shy, awkward teen Teddy met all those years ago was still there, just with a bit more confidence now. (And one hell of an ass on him, too. All that time in the royal gym did his body good.)

When Teddy’s eyes land on the uniform and bands, which he knew to once belong to his late father, he can’t help but feel a little choked up. “Billy, I—” he says, awash with appreciation he didn’t know he was still capable of. “That’s amazing. I didn’t know these things still existed. Thank you,” he says, returning his husband another kiss, cradling that cute little head in his hands. 

“Mm, hm. I thought you could use some us-time after your day. I can go,” coos Billy with a wry grin. He turns around to meet Teddy face-to-face, cupping his husband’s cheek in his hand, “And… I wanted to be here for it.” After all the time they’ve spent together now, their devotion is still so new and overwhelming, even after ten years of marriage.

It’s something that neither of them ever expected to get used to or understand how to deal with, but it somehow happened all the same. “I missed you today,” whispers Billy. He smiles warmly as he hugs Teddy, his face nestling between the man’s pecs, stroking a hand down the length of the other’s spine affectionately; they’ve been through so much together after all these years. It feels natural for him now - like something he should have always done without question or permission…

“We really need to get away.”

Despite the many burdens they carried, there was still hope for them. They balanced their personal lives with the responsibility to each other as well and often pulled away from one another because of it all—but not always. Not today.

The Empire had accepted Billy into its ranks, though his mother’s reputation caused some resentment among those who opposed him or what he represented; both the Scarlet Witch and her child could be dangerous if given enough power. That’s why Billy stayed out of politics altogether- humans have never been great at deciding things on behalf of others.

Teddy got used to being away from Billy for long stretches of time a while ago, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Sometimes he yearned for the good old days when they were young(er) and didn’t have the same responsibility they did now. But they weren’t kids anymore; now they were adults with responsibilities outside of just being superheroes.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Teddy agrees with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss Billy on the lips, for what felt like the first time in years but was probably closer to a few hours at most. “Need to find some time to do it first, but I’ll make it a priority... which actually reminds me—” he begins, taking Billy by the hand to lead him to the bedroom.

When Teddy took the role of Kree-Skrull emperor however long ago, some part of him didn’t think it would be an enduring decision. Like his people would split themselves off just as quickly as they united. His leadership skills were never in question; the galaxy around him fostered the hesitancy. But the one thing he never lost confidence about was Billy.

It dawned on Teddy as he came up on ten years of leading the Empire that he’d been married to Billy just as long. That part he almost couldn’t believe. He remembered when they were teenagers in the early days of their relationship, getting to know one another as friends before they became lovers. God, he felt old now. At least he had Billy to feel old with.

The good thing about being emperor was that it meant he could take little breaks throughout the day whenever he deemed fit, and nobody would question him, (Well, most people wouldn’t question him. Lauri-Ell never stopped being an inquisitive one, bless her.) After an afternoon —did they have afternoons in the middle of space?— spent taking audiences with various diplomats and ambassadors, Teddy decided to retire to his and Billy’s chambers for a brief respite. There he found a very pleasant surprise in the form of his lovely husband in the living area.

“Man, summer’s almost over already, huh?” says Jon, taking a seat in the chaise lounge besides the other. 

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Clark says, knowing that this moment wouldn’t be easy, telling the person he’d been dating for nearly a year now that he’d been hiding a major part of himself from them. 

How did he want to start? With the whole I’m actually an alien bit, or that he was Superman? Did it matter? And how would they react? Anger? Confusion? Fear? All of the above? Yet as much as wanted to back out out and keep it a secret, he knew he couldn’t. They deserved to know the truth.