"Freddy, do you think Mary is in danger?''

"Go to bed, Billy,'' the dark-haired boy barely managed to mumble, mind all hazy.

"I am in bed, dumbass,'' retorted Billy pinched Freddy's nose, who slapped his hand immediately.

"Soon you'll be on the floor if you don't shut your mouth,'' Freddy huffed and turned his back to the other boy. Five am was not the time to discuss Mary's questionable life choices.

But apparently Billy had other opinion in the matter.

"Victor and Rosa will be so disappointed when they find out about her boyfriend,'' Billy shared his thoughts, while continuing laying on his back staring the underside of his own bed.

"Then picture their disappointment when they find your corpse sprawled on the front lawn in the morning,'' Freddy said, yawning around three times during the whole sentence. He wondered how Billy still managed to even produce coherent sentences at that time of the night after the whole thing. Must be the adrenaline.

"As if you can win in a fight against me,'' Billy snorted, knowing what the outcome would be to his attempt to rile the other boy up.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, dude,'' Freddy drawled, almost asleep, but snuck a hand behind himself to poke at Billy's ribs.

Unfortunately, his sleepy self was too slow and his hand was caught in a tight grip by Billy's. Before the dark-haired boy could even try pulling it back, it was yanked forcefully on the opposite direction which led his body to end up almost on top of the taller boy's, back pressed against surprisingly solid chest.

"Billy,'' Freddy tried to whine but it ended as a breathless moan, when teeth grazed the sensitive skin on his neck. The shorter boy shuddered, loving the warmth of Billy's body against his.

"I'll hold you to it tomorrow," the older boy promised, breath tickling the shell of Freddy's ear.

"Whatever, dude, just lemme sleep," the younger boy yawned and closed his eyes in content, breathing in Billy's familiar scent. He could hear the chuckle against his hair but it sounded as if it was miles away.

Freddy sighed feeling his mind and body relax from all the tension. He knew it was not right to use his friend's body as a duvet, but who cared, sleep was way more important than being modest.

This time it was not Freddy, but Billy who woke first.

At some point during the night Freddy had turned around, snuggled his right foot between Billy's, and buried his face between his own pillow and the taller boy's neck. His hand was sprawled over Billy's chest, going up and down with every breath he took.

Gosh, how much he wanted to wake up like this every morning!

Billy was contented laying like that until the other boy awoke too, but a slight movement from the smaller boy made him realise that he was not the only one experiencing something more than just a normal morning wood.

That was such an inviting opportunity to explore, that it would be a shame not to take advantage of it. He knew it was wrong in so many levels, but his teenage hormones where having none of it.

He waited for the hitched breath against his neck to move his hand form the boy's waist to his ass and push, pressing Freddy's lower body even more against his. Ah, yes, he could feel the boy's arousal pressed against his hip. Just how he wanted it.

Freddy hummed sweetly, breath tickling the older boy's neck.

Billy withdrew his hand and then pushed again, eliciting a small moan from the sweet pink lips, grazing slightly his sensitive skin. It took a few more times until a rhythm was set and there was no need for the older boy's guiding touches.

Freddy's hips were moving on his own, his right hand gripping tightly Billy's t-shirt while his left one was squeezing the sheets rather hard. His moans were becoming even more breathless and loud.

The older boy looked at their bodies mingled together. Looking at each other every single day made them kind of blind for the growth of their bodies. Billy had always been slightly taller than Freddy, but recently it was more noticeable, they had both grown, but Billy quite a bit more, Rosa even took him shopping the other day, his clothes had became way too short. His body had become leaner, muscles tighter, face features becoming sharper, Darla had even said the green of his eyes was more pronounced and clearer.

Freddy's body even though growing in size, appeared even skinnier than before. Victor and Rosa were almost always after him, telling him to eat more and keep an eye on his health. His limbs had become bonier, skin paler, Billy couldn't help but compare him to the porcelain dolls Darla cherished so much. While Billy's voice had acquired deeper notes, Freddy's was raspier, especially in the mornings when it often broke when he tried to speak in longer sentences.

"Haa, Billy!'' Freddy's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, returning him to the unbelievable present. The smaller boy's body moving slowly against him, his arousal sensually gliding up and down his hip, small puffs of breath tickling the skin of his neck.

Billy smirked, he felt such a strong sense of masculine satisfaction. He was the one that made that small body writhe against his, he was the one that made such sweet noises spill from those taunt pink lips, he was the only one who could enjoy the familiar warmth.

A strong possessiveness was growing inside him. Freddy was his. Only he had the right to see him like that, to feel him, to smell him, to hear his moans.

A deep growl vibrated from his chest to his throat and he swiftly gripped Freddy's soft curls, pulling harshly, lifting the boy's head away from his shoulder. He needed to look at him.

Freddy opened his mouth, a needy whine escaping those glistening lips, which he was always licking and biting. His eyes were barely open, pupils dilated so much they appeared black not their usual chocolate colour. His cheeks were flushed, long lashed fluttering like butterflies over them.

Due to the movement, Freddy's whole body shuddered, his hip pressed firmly against Billy's arousal. The older boy groaned and couldn't stop his hips from following Freddy's slow rhythm.

They both moaned loudly when a particularly hard grind brought them almost over the edge.

Billy grabbed Freddy's hip, pretty sure there would be marks from his fingers later, and pulled his legs further apart until he fit perfectly between them and Freddy was almost straddling him, pulsing arousals pressed against each other through their boxers.

He continued watching the smaller boy's wrecked expression, a tiny trail of saliva escaping from the corner of his mouth, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted as he pressed those lips against his, tongue immediately delving into Freddy's mouth, exploring every small corner.

Billy could feel the wet spots forming over their underwear and gripped the dark-haired boy's curls harder, viciously biting pink lips. The feeling of Freddy's dripping member slowly rubbing against his own in a delicious friction drove Billy crazy.

Strong fingers bit into Freddy's ass cheek guiding him back and forth, the obscene squelching noises from the wet grinding loud in the room. Billy wanted nothing more than to rip the offensive underwear separating them, but he knew it would be too much.

He continued bruisingly navigating Freddy, increasing their rhythm, breaths mingling together. The friction between their bodies was becoming too much, Billy opened his eyes and saw the corners of Freddy's closed ones glistening.

He broke the kiss and immediately latched his lips to Freddy's throat and bit hard.

"Billy,'' gasped Freddy as his body stilled and he came, cum spilling from the band of his boxers over their stomachs and t-shirts. Billy couldn't help himself but follow suit, sucking at the pale throat to muffle his own moans.

Fuck, it felt amazing.

He waited a few minutes, contented in listening to Freddy's light breathing, as the young boy continued sleeping on him. Then he gripped the small waist and laid the soft body next to him on the bed. He caressed Freddy's face until his thumb pressed against the now-quiet lips, opening them slightly.

"You're mine, Freddy, and I intend to keep it that way from now on,'' he murmured softly and pressed two fingers against the bite mark he had left onto the pale skin.

Freddy's breath hitched and Billy's eyes darkened with lust yet again, but he shook his head and pulled away his hand.

The older boy quickly rolled out of the bed, grabbed his towel and clean underwear and went to the bathroom. A part of him knew just how wrong was what he had done, but another part of him felt so much at peace, knowing that Freddy was also experiencing the same internal struggles and both of them were just to dumb and perhaps inexperienced to acknowledge them.

But no more, Billy was no more going to hold back, scared his urges and feelings were one-sided and impure.

It took Freddy almost half a day of knowing glances from Pedro and Eugene, inability to sit without hissing, the always smirking expression of Billy and two mind-blowing jerking-off sessions to realise that it was not a wet dream what he had experienced in the early morning.

Around the evening he already had enough of everyone and everything and went into the bathroom to see for himself what was giving him such discomfort. Imagine his surprise when his eyes focused on the small bluish bruises littering his right hip and ass cheek. No wonder he had not seen them the morning when he took a shower. Well, he was preoccupied with something else then, but still.

He was going to murder that smug bastard with his own bare hands. Billy had been waiting the whole day to see when Freddy would realise like the sneaky fox he was.

But this game could be played by two, so Freddy's final decision was to remain oblivious to the outside world, while mustering an evil plan for revenge. Fuck superheroes, he was about to become the greatest villain out there.

But there was one thing his mind still couldn't grasp and that was how few days ago his love life was practically nonexistent and now he was having some out-of-control horny sessions with his best friend.

Holy shit, was that a hickey? Or a bite mark? It looked enormous and alarmingly red. When the fuck had that happened? He touched it and winced, but a small flare of arousal tingled all his senses like an electric current. Freddy looked disgusted at it.

Life was a fucked up thing and Freddy really didn't want to think of it right now.

He pulled his pants up, grabbed his crouch and exited the bathroom.

"Freddy!'' Darla practically jumped into his hands. "Pedro said I could go with them now to spy on Mary's boyfriend."

It took him a few seconds for his brain to register her words. He sighed, grabbed Darla's wrist and started walking as fast as he could with the crutch towards Eugene and Pedro's room.

"Are you out of your minds?'' Freddy whispered angrily once he entered the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. One just simply does not bring an always-gasping-and-talking-barely-teenage girl on a surveillance mission.

"Hey, I want to go with them, Freddy!'' Darla stomped her foot next to him. Ah, yes, she was in that phase either. "And they let me.''

"It is pointless for three of you to be spying on one man, ridiculous even,'' the dark-haired boy tried to reason with her.

"That's not fair, you always do everything without me, especially now since Mary isn't spending much time with us,'' she crossed her arms and raised her chin in the air.

"But a good sister listens to her brothers, when they want to protect her,'' Freddy opened his arms for her to hug him.

"This does not work on me anymore, Freddy, grow up,'' Darla rolled her eyes but quickly embraced the taller boy as he chuckled. "And I'm still going with them.''

Freddy sighed and looked at the other three boys. Eugene shrugged and raised his arms.

"I have nothing to do with this,'' he then pointed his attention to his laptop.

"Look, Freddy,'' Pedro started. "We are just going to follow him for a few hours, nothing serious."

"Nothing serious, yesterday your asses were handed to you by a single weapon, and now you're telling me everything is fine,'' Freddy started talking fast in indication of his growing unease with the whole situation.

"Freddy, during the day nothing will happen, and we've been training for months now, we're not some kids anymore,'' Billy said pleadingly.

"Darla is a kid,'' Freddy raised his eyebrow in challenge. Billy sighed and walked closer to him.

"We'll look after her, I promise,'' the taller boy lightly squeezed his shoulder and Freddy unknowingly leaned towards the warmth of his hand.

Freddy suddenly remembered himself and tried to step away, praying Billy hadn't noticed his moment of weakness. The grip on his shoulder turned iron and Freddy looked at Billy. Green eyes were watching him knowingly as Billy's hand slipped towards his neck then underneath his hoodie.

His fingers pressed against the hickey and Freddy's face turned all red.

"Okay, just don't take too long, Rosa and Victor will notice if the three of you come late for dinner, and,'' Freddy blurted frustratingly as Billy pressed harder, "I'll be studying the text books Mary found recently, in the lair, Eugene better be watching your every move, and-''

Billy's fingers started circling the love mark shutting up Freddy's bantering in no time.

Freddy knew he was hidden from view by Billy's body and that nobody could see that the taller boy's hand was no longer just holding his shoulder, but still a small part of him was cringing by the fact he was getting all hot and bothered in the presence of his friends.

And Darla's nonetheless. He could hear them talking in the background, but his senses were so focused on Billy that he was unable to understand a word they were saying.

Billy inclined his head slightly towards the shorter boy, fingers halting their ministration as they wrapped around Freddy's neck and squeezed lightly. Freddy felt his cock twitch in his pants.

"Good boy,'' Billy whispered watching intently how Freddy's breath hitched, his brown eyes enlarging innocently, feeling the slender throat convulsing why he tried to gulp down his frustration with the lack of power in their current situation.

The bottomless hunger in Billy grew more and more and he knew that if he continued he will not be sated until he made the boy come in his pants. Hard and loud.

"So nice for me,'' he hardened the grip as Freddy opened his mouth in silent moan, eyes already glistening and unseeing. He smirked, pinched his cheek and decided to raise his voice a bit, so the others would think they were just messing around as usual, "and so cute.''

He cooed and watching the immediate fire that started burning in the shorter boy's dark eyes.

"I'll fucking murder you, dude,'' Freddy slapped the offending hand away and hissed like a small ruffled kitten.

"We'll see about that the next time we train,'' Billy laughed triumphantly, his hand sneaking between the boy's legs, palming harshly the small bulge. He smirked knowingly when Freddy's half hard cock twitched in his hand.

Freddy opened his mouth in surprise at the daring move and immediately tried to smack the green-eyed devilish boy with his crutch. Fucking tease.

Billy managed to escape the crippling blow intended for him and cackled.

"I'll come to you later for the usual report,'' the taller boy winked and turned around to go to the others.

"Don't you fucking come near me ever again!'' Freddy hissed and Billy raised his middle finger at him without even looking back. The nerve.

Freddy huffed and decided it was time for departure.

"You all better keep Darla safe, you hear me, or I swear I would find some spell all of you will look like clowns every time you take your Shazam forms, do not test me,'' Freddy threatened them, words spilling in a record time. He walked towards Darla's wardrobe mumbled the magic words to open the portal to their lair, which, thank god, Mary had found a year ago scribbled in some ancient language on an old scroll. Freddy was definitely done feeling like a caveman, drawing runes here and there.

Darla looked quizzically at the boy's next to her.

"What does to castrate-" Pedro muffled her question with his palm against her mouth.

"Just a joke, Darla,'' he tried to smile sweetly at her. Darla squeezed her eyes a bit in doubt but then shrugged.

"'Kay," she turned around and went to sit on Eugene's bed, feet dangling and kicking the air expressing her excitement.

Freddy opened the wardrobe door and looked at the familiar path between dark rock walls.

He turned around and looked at Billy impatiently.

"SHAZAM!'' Billy invoked the spell to call upon their superpowers and five lightnings struck, transforming the five friends into their respective Shazam forms.

"I'll be staying at home, you idiot,'' Eugene looked at Billy from the chair next to the desk, which look two seconds away from breaking down by Eugene's new weight.

"I can't believe we still can not transform separately,'' Pedro sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair.

"That's what I'm hoping to find in these books this time around, 'cuz our Billy here sucks,'' Freddy rolled his eyes.

"Wanna grab my staff then, dude?'' The older version of Billy cackled, inclining the Magician's staff towards his best friend, offering power exchange.

Freddy sighed. If not else, at least Billy had learned how to summon that stick.

"Gimme that shit, jerk,'' Freddy took it out of his hand and returned to the wardrobe. "Be careful, guys.''

Freddy walked through the wardrobe door like he was in fucking Narnia and when he turned around to make sure the door to their house was gone, he sighed and continued walking to the 'throne' room, where the old dusty books were waiting for him. The lightning on his chest serving him like the perfect torch in a dusty old tunnel.

At least in this form it was possible to read the scroll and books, which was more than great, because if he had to go to some creepy public libraries to look for ancient texts and scripts...

Oh, joy.

Freddy shivered and continued mumbling to himself.