"WILLIAM!!!"
As William's mind snapped back to his body, he barely had time to register the shout before a Kate-shaped missile collided with him, sending him sliding backward across the ground. She clung to him tightly, arms locked around his neck like she never intended to let go.
Holding the crystalline heart carefully to the side so it wouldn't shatter, William let out a breathless laugh and wrapped one arm around her waist. With ease, he lifted her off her feet, spinning her once as if she weighed nothing at all.
Kate pressed her face into his chest. Her voice came out muffled, shaky with relief, and something else."Your... your dick is out."
William froze. His eyes darted down, and sure enough, his manhood was on full display.
He went crimson. From the corner of his eye, he caught the glint of cameras mounted on news choppers, their lenses no doubt zoomed in, and his embarrassment only deepened.
"Oh, come on..." he muttered, clutching Kate closer as if she could somehow shield him from the world.
WHOOSH!
In a blur of motion, he took to the sky, holding Kate protectively as they rocketed away. The choppers scrambled to keep up, their engines whining in protest.
"Persistent bastards," William growled under his breath as the city blurred beneath them.
Minutes later, they touched down at Teen Team HQ. William exhaled in relief, setting Kate down gently. She looked up at him, the tension in her face melting into a small, secret smile.
"Thank God you were there," he thought. "Cecil definitely didn't pack a third set of clothes..."
Before he could even move, Kate laced her fingers through his and, with that same quiet determination, started pulling him toward his room, her smile growing just a little wider.
As the door to William's room slid shut behind them with a soft hiss, silence settled between the two, the kind of silence heavy with everything unspoken.
Kate still hadn't let go of his hand. Her fingers lingered, tracing the lines of his palm, as if memorizing the feel of him now that they were finally alone.
William swallowed hard, his heartbeat drumming in his ears louder than any news chopper.
"Kate..." His voice was low, uncertain.
She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright and unguarded. Without saying a word, she stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her breath.
The tension crackled between them like static. William's hand hesitated for a moment, then rose, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing the soft curve of her cheek.
Kate's lips parted slightly, but she didn't speak. Instead, she leaned in, closing the distance.
When their lips met, it wasn't the awkward rush of first contact. It was slow, deliberate, a kiss that spoke of relief, longing, and everything they'd both been holding back.
Her hands found his shoulders, then his neck, fingers threading through his hair. His arm circled her waist, pulling her gently against him, as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he didn't hold tight enough.
The world outside, the news, the choppers, the chaos faded to nothing.
And in that moment, there were only the two of them.
Engines roared to a stop inside the hangar as the exhausted and battle-worn members of Teen Team stepped off a Verti-bird and were heading inside when they heard a noise that put them on guard.
"AAAAHHHHHHNNN!"
A scream rang out in the facility, causing Rex and Eve, as tired as they were, to step forward with their abilities activated as they dashed forward.
"OH GOD!"
From the showers in the back, another scream rings out, and as the two quickest members here at the moment, Eve and Rex, were the first to arrive.
"HARDER!"
PAH!
PAH!
PAH!
PAH!
Inside the showers, only partially hidden by a cloud of steam, were William and a group of Kate clones, some of whom appeared to be taking a breather from the action to clean themselves.
However naturally the most eye-catching thing was William with his cock jackhammering inside Kate whose face made it clear she was beyond cloud nine.
Eve and Rex were stupefied at the sight and merely stood there slack-jawed as William repeatedly inserted himself inside Kate's precious area, her legs wrapping around him for support and her nails digging into his back.
"AHHH!"
William moaned in a mixture of both pleasure and pain as her nails carved deep red lines into his back before healing.
"Hey, you two, did you see what was making the noise?"
A young but unnaturally mature voice rang out, and Monster Girl in her human form was seen approaching from the side, flanked by a couple of Robot's drones.
PAH!
"OH!"
PAH!
A couple more slapping sounds and an incessant moan echoed out of the showers, and Eve, in a sort of faux maternal instinct, rushed to Monster Girl while forming a head covering that would block sound and sight from the seemingly young girl.
"Hey, what the fu..."
PAH!
PAH!
PAH!
The slapping sounds sped up, and soon William's back arced, and he released his seeds into her womb.
THUMP!
After making sure she retained every drop of his seeds within her, she slumped to the floor with a pleased expression on her face. The clones around her continued touching themselves as they lost their minds in the feeling.
The steamy air echoed with the last slaps of contact until William, still catching his breath, froze.
A flicker of movement. The unmistakable silhouettes of Rex and Eve, standing motionless outside the shower entrance, their faces a mix of shock, horror, and secondhand embarrassment.
For a full two seconds, no one spoke.
Then—
"Oh. Uh… hey guys." William's voice cracked, and he gave the most awkward finger wave in recorded history.
Rex blinked. "I, uh, didn't see anything. I mean I did, but I didn't, AH, SHIT." He covered his eyes with both hands and turned away, tripping over a bench in his rush.
Eve groaned, face in her hand. "This is so not in the superhero manual." She created a quick pink energy screen, slamming it between herself and the scene. "William. Clothes. Now."
Kate, breathless and red-faced, peeked from behind William's shoulder. "Hi Eve…" she offered, trying to suppress a giggle and failing miserably.
A pause.
William, now realizing how this would look on literally every newsfeed, every camera, every Robot drone that might have been watching, buried his face in his hand.
"...I'm going to go. Like, now."
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed a towel, wrapped it hastily around his waist, and practically flew toward his room, the steam still clinging to him.
In William's room...
The door shut behind him with a soft click, and at last, the silence felt comforting.
He dropped onto his bed, letting out a deep exhale. His heart still raced, but now for a different reason.
Slowly, he turned his attention to the crystalline heart resting on his desk, where he'd set it earlier.
The crystal pulsed faintly, as if alive. Its translucent structure shifted in the light, revealing delicate veins of pure energy threading through its core. The glow was soft, almost gentle… but beneath it, William felt something immense.
He leaned closer, brow furrowed, as the light seemed to pulse in time with his own heartbeat.
"What are you…?" he whispered, mesmerized.
He reached out, his eyes filled to the brim with curiosity, and touched the crystalline heart with an open palm.
"Ouch!"
A rather sharp point at the top of the crystalline heart surprisingly pierced into his hand despite how abnormally tough it was in comparison to a normal human body.
William felt as if he was being sucked dry and at the same time the crystalline heart began to fill with a red liquid that could only be his blood but given the amount, he was currently being drained of the amount in the heart was rather small.
THUMP!
As William was nearing the point of losing consciousness, he heard a loud thump and looked down to see that the heart had dislodged from his hand and was moving, albeit slightly.
THUMP!
His eyes went wide as the crystalline heart moved once more, this time sounding like a drum before it went silent and the movement stopped.
As this was happening in the Teen Team headquarters, Cecil and Immortal stood in front of a screen that displayed a rather displeased-looking Pope Francis.
"If you do not hand the boy to us immediately, you will give us no choice but to declare a holy war!"
Both of their eyes went wide in response.
Immortal snapped.
"Is that a threat you cracker eating fuck!"
Pope Francis grew visibly incensed by Immortals' words before he shook his head in faux disappointment.
"It would truly break King Author's heart to know that you were such a traitor, I mean, betraying a kingdom is one thing, but bedding your dead best friend's grieving widow, tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Pope Francis's words hung in the air like a venomous dagger. Cecil and Immortal exchanged a tense glance, both absorbing the gravity beneath the insult.
Immortal's face twisted with rage, eyes burning like molten steel. "Bedding my dead friend's widow?" he growled, voice low and deadly. "You don't get to sling mud at me, holy man."
Cecil stepped forward, trying to calm the situation. "Enough. Let's focus on the boy, William. What exactly do you want with him?"
The screen flickered slightly as the Pope's expression hardened, the jovial mockery replaced by cold resolve. "The boy holds a power we cannot allow to fall into the wrong hands.
Immortal scoffed, "No one's taking him from us. We'll protect him, whatever it costs."
"Very well," Pope Francis said, a chilling smile crossing his lips. "Then prepare yourselves. Holy war is inevitable."
The screen went dark.
CRACK!
The table under Immortal and Cecil cracked under the strain of Immortal's righteous anger, and Immortal stepped out into the hall with a quickness that left passersby naturally confused and a little timid.
"Sigh... I wish he did not just flat out disagree, it leaves us with one less door, and now we have to use a window!"
He let out an exhale and noticed his breath had become visible due to the sudden temperature loss, and out of the corner of the room, a pair of yellow eyes, Cecil could never mistake, appeared, and a demon in a trench coat and a fedora stepped out of the shadows.
"You rang!"
The demon's raspy voice that seemed to echo with distant screams of lost souls filled the room and naturally raised the hair on Cecil's arms despite his masterful control over his emotions.
"I got a simple job for you, think you can handle a little reconnaissance without fucking up?" He sneered in derision as he spoke his venomous words, eliciting a soft chuckle from the demon who expected much worse from the old man.
While these two discussed terms inside the GDA training room, a single man was repeatedly beating on a specially made punching bag.
POW
POW
POW
POW
With every punch, Immortal imagined the Pope's arrogant face being the target, and with a furious yell, his veins bulged, and he threw a powerful final punch which dislodged the punching bag from its hanging position and sent it flying backward until it slammed into the padded walls.
BANG!
Immortal huffed like a man who had never breathed oxygen before and looked down before squeezing his fists to the point they began to bleed quite profusely.
"Son of a whore!"
He remembers back in the medieval era when he and his liege lord, Arthur Pendragon, the king of Camelot and England, the wielder of the lost holy sword Excalibur, and his best friend, fought side by side through both warfare and politics.
His memories eventually turn sour, however, as through trickery and deceit, the church leaders at the time, taking advantage of King Arthur's dogmatic faith in God, planted seeds of doubt and betrayal into his mind, which culminated in the two having a fateful clash on the brilliant stone palisades.
"Why wouldn't he listen, why wouldn't he stop!"
Tears streamed down the Immortal's face as he remembered plunging his blade into Arthur's heart and the haunting look of betrayal on his face as the light slowly left his eyes.
He stayed there for minutes, holding the corpse of the only person who had ever understood him, the quiet only broken by the sounds of armored footsteps rushing towards his position.
"Over here, hurry, if we hurry, we..." The voice trails off, and the current pope is seen leading a squad of knights, all known to Immortal, all of whom had known him for many years of faithful service to the king.
Men whom he had put his trust in, now all looking at him as if he were the greatest sinner to ever exist.
SHING!
Seeing the corpse of their king, the knights following the pope unsheathed their swords and began encircling Immortal.
The last thing Immortal remembers before his mind went dark was the sneering and pompous expression on the pope's face, which even in his holy vestments made him look more demon than human
As the memory ended, Immortal threw a wild punch at the air behind him, not aware that someone had shown up and witnessed his moment.
POW!