#closedfuck

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.

Carol was surprised when he found out Nat was like him in that one special, very specific way. He always just assumed he was the only trans guy in any space he entered; decades of existing conditioned him to think this way. But perhaps that explained why he and Nat understood one another so well — and aroused one another to the same degree.

After one hell of a strenuous mission, Carol was already suffering from pent-up aggression that needed an outlet, who would happened to show up at his door but a certain Russian spy with one hell of an arsenal of sex toys with them. So there they were now, getting hot and heavy in Carol’s quarters on the Alpha Flight station, a prime view of outer space below them. But even them, Carol only had eyes for Nat’s sexy body — and the strap in his hand.

Whatever this thing between Dick and Jason was now, it had almost certainly gone too far. What started as them only occasionally fucking (in shame, obviously) slowly but surely became an understood arrangement that had them regularly spending the night at one another’s places like they were goddamn boyfriends or something. God, if Bruce ever found out about this...

This time they were holed up in Dick’s Bludhaven apartment, specifically the bedroom, where they spent much of the past night —and current morning– fooling around. Definitely not brotherly activities, but in their defense, they weren’t blood related. That’s how Dick rationed all of, well... this.

At least Jason seemed to be in a good mood this morning. That was never a guarantee with him. He couldn’t even get out of bed for one second before Jay took the opportunity to objectify him in only the way Jay could get away with.

“I hope your day is as nice as *your* ass.”

Tim wasn’t ashamed of his body. He knew he looked good. All of that training and physical activity that came with being a superhero meant he was an above-average sight to behold. But compared to someone like Conner, he may as well have been a stick figure. His friend couldn’t have been more jacked and juiced-up if he tried; came with the territory of being a clone of Superman, Tim supposed. So for that very reason, he tried avoiding Kon in the Titans locker room to keep from feelings of inferiority — among other things.

Luckily for Tim, he always preferred to shower early, which meant his chances of crossing paths with Conner were slim. At least, that’s what he thought.

Barely five minutes had passed in his morning shower before he heard the sound of doors opening and closing. Tim didn’t think much of it until he was graced by the presence of a certain Superboy, in all his handsome, muscular glory. At least these showers were stalled and compartmentalized...

Tim would’ve been lying if he said he hadn’t always had a childish crush on Dick. It was only natural that he would. By the time Tim became the new Robin, Dick had already transitioned to Nightwing, and nobody in their right mind would ignore how hot he was in that skintight suit.

But with Dick always busy, either with a mission or one of his many, many conquests, Tim assumed the older man ignored his adoring glances, or how he always found himself sheepishly doting around him when they were together. Apparently he couldn’t have been further from the truth, or else Dick wouldn’t be giving him head in the Titans locker room right now.

This was wrong. Tim knew it. Sure, he always admired Bruce with a sort of longing, taboo desire that he never intended to act on, but it was supposed remain just that: a fantasy. A fantasy never to be spoken about or admitted to. Bruce had been his mentor for so long that, if there were even a chance of them doing this, that it would’ve happened by now.

Tim wasn’t the insecure teen he was when he met Bruce anymore, but a man in his own right who could make his own decisions. And yet, this felt like something he wasn’t allowed to be doing — riding Bruce’s long, thick dick in a dark corner of the Batcave, with pieces of their uniforms still draped on their bodies. God, he hoped Alfred wouldn’t catch them like this...

What began as a typical night of patrolling the streets of Gotham unexpectedly turned, well... weird. What Tim assumed to be a boring gang of bank robbers ended up being a little more peculiar than just that, and now it seemed he’d angered a flock of vampiric wolf-like beasts. Who also apparently knew some light magic.

Just as he quickly as he angered them, Tim found himself running away with a quickness he didn’t know he was even capable of. No time to act now, just run. And that’s when Tim saw him. A certain blond Brit apparently waiting for him in a secluded alleyway.

Leadership always came easy to Tim, even if he still felt like he hadn’t earned the responsibility of leading the Titans. He may have been the most senior member of the team and had years of experience under his belt, but he didn’t have the strongest body or the flashier powers — or even any powers, for that matter. Bruce told him many, many times that it was what made him a leader, but that didn’t make it any easier to believe.

But with a handful of new recruits to train, Tim couldn’t focus on his imposter syndrome. Some of them were easier than others to work with — and Isaac was not one of them. Physically strong and confident, it sometimes seemed like Isaac thought of himself as being above the Titans; this made him a potential liability.