Let's Get Physical
Theo's first response to seeing his man get upset was to comfort him. Regardless of how confused he was he hated to see Wiccan upset, especially close to crying as he seemed to be. Crossing behind the the smaller male he wraps his arms around him in a comforting hug.
"Shhhh, don't talk... just feel for a while." He whispers in Wiccan's ear before bending forward to nuzzle and kiss at his neck. Silently he makes a "blech" face. Unstable molecules are not the greatest taste ever. Slowly and with practiced precision, he morphs both his index fingers into razor sharpness. Trailing them along behind Billy's neck and slowly down his shoulders he open's his man's uniform. He's done this countless times before when the urge to make out is faster and stronger than Billy's ability to disrobe on his own. His tongue snakes along the opening in Billy's left shoulder, his decided favorite because Wiccan always makes the sexiest noise when he's bitten there, which is why he does it all the time. With Wiccan's constant influx of magic, love bites, hickeys and very small wounds... like the scratches one can acquire when making out, usually last about two days. Looking at Billy's shoulder he sees bare, alabaster skin. While beautiful... it's wrong. He tears the back of Wiccan's costume open suddenly and violently just to be sure.
He should have bites, scratches and hickeys all over his shoulder and back. We've been making out hard and heavy over the past week because we'd decided, barring any pressing Avenger business this weekend we were gonna go all the way. He's got nothing here... And when you factor in all that weird shit he was saying before...
With a sudden angry growl he pushes the man in front of him to the ground using his considerable strength. As he walks forward, his face contorts with such inordinate rage he looks more like the Hulk than Hulkling. His face begins to darken ans his eyes settle into a focused glare. His flesh shifts to green, hardening like armor and serrating at his shoulders like sharp carapace armor.
"You are not Billy..." he glowers at the smaller male. "You have exactly five seconds to tell me who you are and where Wiccan is..." Extending his right arm, his hand shifts slowly into a wicked blade. "... or I'm going to forget I'm supposed to be a good guy."