Wicked Game

"Billy..?" Teddy asked quietly. He had been stuck in his spot against the wall for quite a while.

The small form on the ground suddenly shook with a loud sob. Billy looked up at his boyfriend, tears streaming down his face. Teddy's heart broke at the sight.

"Teddy…" Billy choked out. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry…" He buried his face in his hands and just cried.

"Billy, baby, it's okay," Teddy tried to soothe him. The spell was beginning to wear off and he was slowly able to move his limbs. "I'm going to take you home and clean you up. Everything will be okay." He methodically made his way over to the shaking, tattered boy on the ground and held him close. "Shhh, I'm here now, don't worry." He stroked his hair tenderly. "I've got you."

Teddy was going to find this fake Wolverine and make him pay.

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Billy was beginning to feel better after a few days. Teddy was glad to see his boyfriend returning to his usual sunny, geeky self. He wanted to take the boy out for a little bit of fun, so they had decided on a local gay club that didn't card and Teddy could just shift to look older if they ran into any trouble.

The music was loud and coloured lights swirled around the otherwise dark room. The pair quickly found an empty table to set their jackets down and Teddy leaned down to give Billy a quick kiss, saying he would grab them some drinks and be right back.

However, as he glanced back at their table from the bar, he noticed that his spot next to Billy was now occupied by a well-muscled man with a mohawk and arm covered in…

Tattoos.

Sort of tribal looking swirls. And lips contorted into that all-too-familiar sneer. If that weren't enough to go on, the heavy-lidded way Billy was looking at the guy clinched it.

It was that Wolverine.

Teddy promptly forgot about their drinks, stomped over to the pair and grabbed Daken roughly by his shirt. "You!" he snarled, lifting Daken slightly off the ground and moving him away from Billy. "Don't you fucking touch him!"

Daken raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at Teddy. "We were just talking, no need to get your big, green panties in a knot."

"The hell you were," Teddy spat back. "Billy, go home," he ordered.

"Teddy…"

"Please!" he begged, before turning his attention back to the form he was holding. He knew he really couldn't afford to be distracted worrying about Billy being even near this guy.

The door to the washroom was only a few steps away and Teddy made the decision quickly. He shoved Daken into the door, swinging it open and taking him inside. The small room was almost as dimly lit as the club itself, with phone numbers scribbled on walls and broken locks on the stall doors. Teddy hurled the tattooed man into the sink and heard the porcelain crack against his frame. He quickly shifted into his Hulkling form, ready for Daken to come at him with his claws out.

But Daken just smiled at him, posing seductively against the now broken sink.

"Mmm, how did you know I liked it rough?"

The bastard was actually hitting on him. Unbelievable.

"And from what I could tell, so do you."

Teddy scowled. "What are you talking about?"

"I could smell how turned on you were when you watched me take him," Daken purred. "Admit it, seeing your boy ride another man's cock got you hard." He inched closer. "You're hard now just thinking about it. Or, maybe it's me doing this to you…"

Teddy cracked him across the jaw. "Fuck you! I love him!"

"Does he love you?" Daken asked, somehow still smirking despite the broken jaw that was already beginning to heal. "Little slut gave it up to me pretty easy."

"Against his will! You forced him!"

"You didn't hear him beg me for it."

Something inside Teddy's brain snapped. Anger, vengeance, jealousy, lust, all at once. He let out a primal scream and shoved Daken face first into one of the bathroom stalls.

He shape-shifted out of his clothes as he pulled down Daken's pants and pushed inside of him without any preparation. "We'll see how you like it," Teddy growled maliciously, "being taken against your will." Daken winced at the pain of the intrusion, but he would heal.

"Hah--" Daken gasped out, "I knew you were a big boy-- Fuck--"

"Shut up!" Teddy growled and picked up his pace, fucking the Wolverine hard against the wall. Teddy wanted to make him cry: like he'd made Billy cry. The image of his boyfriend broken down and sobbing on the ground made Teddy's fury grow tenfold as he pounded into Daken's ass.

Daken wasn't crying, but making small sensuous noises between sharp intakes of breath. He had managed to shift himself just so that Teddy was hitting the right spot, and the searing pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure brought Daken closer and closer to climax. Teddy's teenaged hormones raged as he gave himself over to his primal urges. He grunted as he thrust into the fake Wolverine writhing beneath him. When he felt Daken clench around him with his own release, it was too much and Teddy came hard inside of him.

Teddy was breathing heavily as he came down off the orgasm high and pulled himself off of Daken. The mohawked man turned to Teddy with a satisfied smile. "Thanks, kid," he hummed, pushing past Teddy toward the sink and moving to clean himself up. "That was exactly what I was looking for. You did perfectly."

Teddy looked at him quizzically. The weight of what he had just done was beginning to sink in and he felt weak in the knees.

"Of course, you were the one I wanted from the start," Daken continued. "Honestly, little twink boys aren't really my thing. I tend to go for a little more muscle."

Teddy felt sick to his stomach. He had played right into Daken's hands.

"Glad to know that pheromones aren't the only way of getting what I want."