Rooftop

AN: PLEASE READ!!!

So, anyway, I KNOW that this fricken update has taken FOREVER. But the thing is, I've been working on it for the past two weeks, trying to make it work, but it just wasn't right to me. But I'm finally just taking the plunge and submitting it. Merry Christmas!

Also, I didn't want this chapter to be nothing but answering questions about Fen, but I know that if I ever experienced something akin to Ethan's night on the roof, all I'd do is sit there and ask questions. So I tried some semblance of balance.

PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know...anything. *Shrug*




It was morning when he awoke, confused, alone in his bed. How did he get to his bed?

The absurdly bright light of the late-morning sun shone right in his face and his indigo eyes stared in bewilderment at the blank white walls of his room. “It was...” He snorted and shook his head at his overactive imagination, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Man oh man, what a dream...” He muttered ruefully.

At least it was an enjoyable one for once, though. Too many restless night had ended in sweat-soaked sheets and a sense of emptiness so complete, it caused his barren heart to shatter again and again. Now the tides seemed to be turning in his favor, bringing him companionship in the most primitive form. His mind.

“Oh well.” He shrugged, pushing aside the covers and swinging his legs over the edge of his single bed. The slight movement caused some unhappy muscles in his back to protest. Apparently, he'd slept in a weird position, cause his body was a bit...stiff.

Anyway, there was no use fretting about it, it had only been a dream after all. An incredibly realistic dream, which hadn't done any harm and actually left him feeling rather...content. But a dream nonetheless.

With a wayward glance at himself as he made to stand, he noticed he was wearing pajama pants. His favorite pair, too. The flannel ones with the happy ducks printed all over them.

Had he put them on before he'd gone to bed last night?

For some reason, he couldn't remember doing that. He didn't remember going to bed either. Actually, the last thing he remembered was lying out on the roof, where he must have...fallen asleep, because then...the dream had begun. It hadn't even had a proper ending for a dream. The dream-creature had spoken or something, smirked at him, then...The next thing Ethan knew, he had been in his own bed.

Shrugging again and not really concerned about this new step into madness his brain had taken, he stood and started to step towards his bathroom, but a quick jolt of pain shot up his spine. So jaggedly intense, it made him double over with a hoarse cry. “What the hell?!”

His entire backside was sore. Incredibly sore. But...if he was sore...

Ethan hastily shoved his pants down to his knees, turning to stare at his ass in the full-length mirror hanging over on the wall. And then he saw it. “No fucking way!”

On his left cheek, near his hip, was a perfectly oval-shaped bruise. Leaning a little closer, he was able to make out two pinpricks framing the bruise on the top and bottom. Teeth marks. Fang marks.

Fucking fang marks.

Mind racing as he stood in place, his whole body began to shake like it was threatening to break, and he gaped at the mark, completely at a loss.

A sudden soft laugh from the doorway prompted Ethan to lift his head and whirl towards the source of the sound, yanking up his pajama bottoms quickly. There, lounging against the wooden frame, was a tall, lean, dark-haired man, grinning wildly at him. He was in a pair of Ethan's sweatpants, which on Ethan's skinny frame were quite baggy, but fitted to that taller frame of the raven-haired male, quite snug. An oversized white t-shirt, again baggy on Ethan, was stretched across a broad chest.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Ethan shrieked, rather alarmed.

My my, you have such a dirty mouth. Maybe I should discipline you.

That voice! And his lips weren't moving! It was the...that...that winged thing from the night before! But...

“What's wrong with you?!” He nearly screamed, mind threatening to overflow. “Where's your, your-?!” For some reason the word 'wings' wasn't coming out, so he raised his arms and started flapping them in the air, knowing full well he looked ridiculous but not able to care. Somehow, the creature from the night before had morphed into this less imposing, but still very beautiful, man before him. Very beautiful. “But...that-that...it wasn't real! I dreamed it! I woke up in my bed! How?!”

Do not be concerned with that. I simply shut off your mind once we completed coupling. I thought it would be best for you to rest and recover.

Shut off his mind? Was that the same as putting him to sleep? This random dude in his bedroom controlled his mind? What the hell was up with that?!

The man smiled wider, and it was clear that there were no fangs in that mouth. Had Ethan imagined him as a beast? Had his failing sanity finally snapped? In a crazy-induced episode of demented loneliness, had he taken an ordinary man and warped him to something so much grander, perhaps to lessen the one-night stand feel of it? Was that it?

No, that is not it, my little love.

“Enough from you!” He whimpered pitifully, shaking an accusing finger at the predatory male hanging out in his doorway. “You're not real! I just...This isn't happening!” Ethan backed away, ignoring the twinges of pain in his entire backside, and halted as his knees bumped into the bed. “I don't know why, but I've finally cracked! And this,” Shaking hands gestured wildly towards the figure. “-is a product of a brain aneurysm or something! I've finally cracked!”

Fen, was it Fen? laughed deeply, still smiling. Casually, he pushed away from the door frame and approached the shaking blond. Ethan felt his fear spike and he tried to back away again, but the bed was in his way and he tripped backwards, landing soundly on his sore ass.

“Ow! Son of a-!”

Does that hurt, love? I could fix it for you. Take the pain away, if you want.

The deep spasms in his lower back and rear were so intense that Ethan could only nod mindlessly, seeking relief from the too intimate hurt.

Before he could even blink, he was flipped onto his stomach and pushed higher up onto the bed, pants peeled off quickly, but not roughly. The other man hadn't even made a sound in his approach, so Ethan yelped in surprise and shock at the sudden intrusive touch.

“S-Stop that!” His slim hips wiggled, valiantly striving to escape whatever torture was coming next.

But no fierce attack came, instead, hot broad hands stroked over his rear, impossibly intense heat radiating off from those palms. It felt very nice, in all honesty, but the pain was still there, flashing like neon lights behind Ethan's eyes.

The heat from the other grew closer as the mattress dipped and he felt the presence kneel between his legs, which were carefully parted. Hot breath then ghosted over his abused flesh and he tensed fearfully, knowing what was coming, but not given time to stop it.

Slick wetness slid along the base of his spine, then dipped lower, delving into the furrow of his ass and bringing shivers to Ethan's newly panting frame. He wasn't aroused, but his body was humming, helplessly reacting from the simple moist heat near his portal.

Words weren't possible, though Ethan struggled to do more than make inarticulate noises in the back of his throat. The tongue wasn't entering him, just swirling lazily along the sensitive outer flesh, sweeping over the back of his balls and sliding up the furrow of his rear. Like it was...teasing him.

I apologize for the pain, little love. I did my best to make the act enjoyable for you, but there is always the morning after to worry of.

Enjoyable? Ethan had come more in that one night than he had all week! The question of pleasure wasn't the problem. But now his entire lower backside was burning and pulsing with sharp pressure.

I did not tear you, and there was no blood. I am pretty sure the pain is from bruising, and muscles not used to what we did. And for that...I apologize again. It seems I could not control myself.

If Ethan didn't know any better, he would have sworn that his molester was embarrassed by his actions last night.

But I will make it up to you. I will tend to you and make you well again. Just relax, the initial entry will hurt, then it will feel much better.

“Wait! What! No! I don't want-Ah!” His protests melted into a whine of discomfort. Once again, the other's tongue was dipping into him, prodding at his opening and slipping inside, despite his furious clenching, which only intensified the pain in his muscles. “No, no, no!” He cried, thrashing wildly.

A strong arm planted along his back, stilling him carefully, then the weight of the man settled gently along his thighs. Ethan's efforts were useless against that strength, and he collapsed in defeat, agony sparking through him.

But then the pain melted, so swiftly and completely, that he gasped in surprise, his mouth falling open. As that wet muscle played along his insides, a delicious, numbing heat spread throughout him, turning his whimpers into breathless moans.

Flailing arms fell limp to the bed, tingling along with the rest of his softening body. Somehow, the other man was healing him, soothing his hurt away, with a tongue that was once again abnormally long. Definitely not human in the slightest. All traces of soreness melted into pleasure, and Ethan felt himself grow tight and hard between his legs, a hot coil of pressure forming. Shifting to lessen it, he allowed himself to groan deeply, expressive his not-completely-willing enjoyment.

At the sound, Fen paused that slow tongue curling, almost making him growl in frustration, then gasp when the movement began one more, with the added help of a hand slipping up beneath his hips and stroking his burgeoning erection lightly.

“Oh...god...please...” Not quite sure what he was begging for, Ethan nonetheless writhed on the bedspread, pleading softly. “Please...oh, please...Ughn!”

The tongue in his rear twitched sharply, driving hard against his prostate as the hand on his cock squeezed with just the perfect amount of pressure. Ethan bucked into the mattress from it, crying out helplessly as he came. His whole body tightened and shook as he spasmed on the bed, voice hoarse and high-pitched.

Once he was able to relax again, he fell slack to the bed, panting heavily. The orgasm had been intense, fast and hard. Though he felt like he had been drugged, there was still some semblance of thought left in his head, and he found himself wondering just when he had become so...slutty. First, he sleeps with some random man-beast on the roof of his building without so much as a 'how do ya do' then he allows himself to be wrangled into a rimming session on his bed the next morning, with a decidedly more human partner.

“...I'm such a whore.” He groaned softly, covering his face in shame.

The larger male laughed at that. A deep booming sound that seemed to make Ethan's body vibrate, like sitting in front of a speaker at a rock concert. At some point, the tongue had withdrawn and strong hands were slowly rolling him onto his back, separating him from the now-sticky sheet. A kiss was placed on the tip of Ethan's nose. Placating, almost.

That is not true at all, my little love. You just enjoyed yourself, and I am proud to have made you feel so good. I am also pleased that you have stopped thinking of me as “It”.

Another blush darkened his cheeks and Ethan bit his lip, not quite accepting what was happening, but unable to stop his questions. “You can read my thoughts, huh? You're some kind of telepathic and that's how you're speaking to me, right?”

Very shrewd. Some of my species can do that. Usually only royalty though.

The pajama pants was nowhere to be found and Ethan decided to just forget about it. He'd already been touched, licked, and fucked, so why need modesty? Why not just lay there pants-less? There were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Like the intriguing man on his bed. He sat up, still euphoric from his orgasm, and studied the pretty man carefully, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his ankles, half blocking his groin. “Usually? Does that mean you're some kind of Prince?”

...Not exactly.

Silence.

“Uhm...Care to elaborate?”

A very decisive, No.

With eyebrows drawn together in consternation, Ethan sat quietly, assessing the situation. It was hard to believe he wasn't just crazy. Here he was, sitting naked on his bed, having just had his second sexual encounter in his life, staring at an equally quiet stranger leaning with one knee poised on his bed, as if asking permission to join him. Ethan waved his hand dismissively. “Go ahead...I guess.” He couldn't be crazy though, cause when you're crazy, you don't question your sanity. Right?

With a rather fetching smile that gave Ethan the shivers, the one called Fen gracefully sat next to him, barely ruffling the sheets.

They stared in dead-lock, Ethan watching the other with an unsure scowl on his face, as Fen smiled back at him, mirth in his silver eyes.

Ethan blinked. The man's gray orbs had flashed silver for a moment, and he knew then that he hadn't imagined the creature from the night before. There was definitely more to it that he couldn't figure out. “How did you do it?”

Do what?

There was amusement in the other's voice, and Ethan had a feeling he knew exactly what was being asked. “Change shapes. And stop pretending you can't read my thoughts. If you're going to invade my privacy, then don't lie about it.”

Fen's dark brows inched up, showing surprise. My apologies. I do not wish to intrude. But...

“But what?”

I'm not given much choice in the matter, I'm sorry to say.

Ethan snorted. “Stop apologizing for everything. It's annoying.” His voice was rough. Harsher than he intended. A small pang of regret flickered through him at the hurt on the other's face.

You are angry at me. For taking you? Or for this morning, perhaps? Your thoughts are too jumbled on that, and I cannot tell.

His blond hair fell forward and covered the shame in his blue eyes. “I just...I don't talk to people much. And your not even a person, you're this something that showed up and...did it with me. I'm just...very uncomfortable about all this.” A pause. “I still think I'm crazy. Laying in a mental hospital somewhere, tied to a bed, imagining this whole thing in my head.” The enormity of the situation was starting to make him tired, trying to shut him down so his mind could cope, and he closed his eyes.

Something ripped, the tearing sounds echoing in the silence, and Ethan tensed, not looking up. Soft fluttering touches tickled his face, making him snap his eyes open, then his chin was cupped and lifted. He met the gaze of the other and gasped.

Huge black wings spread out from an equally black body briefly before curling in and folding neatly, and Fen The Beast sat in a torn shirt that was falling off in tattered strips. The sweatpants were still in one piece, but they stretched even more, outlining each and every muscle in the other's rippled thighs.

Aw, please do not go back to calling me a beast. It hurts my feelings, little love. We may not be of the same species, but we are more alike than you know.

Slightly sharp claws reached forward and gently trailed down Ethan's forearm, giving him apprehensive shivers. And something else.

Our bodies are different, but we both have emotions, thoughts, hopes, needs. I still feel sadness when you look at me like that. Like I might hurt you. I would never hurt you. I give my word to you on that, little love. Other than my claim on you, and the unfortunate aftermath of our coupling, I will always protect you from pain. Last night was no fluke, and I intend to care for you now.

The words echoed around in Ethan's head from Fen's longest speech yet, making him grab his head in distress. He heard the words and took them in, processing them, but that invasive voice was agonizing. Jarring and encroaching on his own thoughts. “Stop it, please, just stop...”

What is wrong?

“Your voice! It's...the echo...” It was too much like that voice that tempted him with death. Too...deadly. “I can't stand it!” He banged his fists against his temples abusively, only once, before his wrists were seized and stilled, held by soft velvet hands.

{Is this better, little love?}

Blue eyes blinked rapidly, as Ethan whipped his head up at the deep quiet voice of the once-mute male. Fen smiled, baring his pointed teeth, and spoke once more. His lips still didn't move, though.

Ethan rose to his knees, unknowingly, and pressed shaking fingers to the other's lips, wonder in his eyes. After all that had happened, to be amazed at a detached voice was a little childish, but he couldn't help it. “How are you doing that?” He asked softly, fingers still lightly playing over the other's soft parted lips, eyes locked on them.

{I altered the frequency of my thoughts. Now you hear me in your ears, instead of in your head. But it is still essentially the same thing.}

Face scrunched up in thought, Ethan took his hand away. “That doesn't make any sense.”

{Are you a telepathic?}

“No...”

{Then trust what I tell you. Because I am.}

“That's cheating.”

Fen laughed, lips parting to allow the sound through. {And why do you say that?}

Blond brows creased again. “I said don't pretend you can't read my mind.”

{I am merely trying to filter your thoughts. I enjoy having you look at me and speak as you think. It is more personal. More private.}

“Well, okay...But...Whatever.” Annoyance battled with exhaustion in his voice. This whole thing was very tiring. “I think it's cheating to just tell me something works just because you say it does. I mean, you obviously have a voice, yet your only transmitting your thoughts, not actually speaking them, and I don't understand why you can't just say what your saying instead of thinking what your saying, and-” He paused to breathe, then continued, petulance in his voice. “You still haven't told me how you can change shape.”

Suddenly Fen was closer and Ethan glanced up into low-lidded eyes. {You are so inquisitive, little love. I've always liked that about you.} One gentle clawed finger traced down his cheek, but instead of being scared, a warm heat began to pool in his groin. {I wish your will had not been broken by such a tragic past.}

Ethan's jaw dropped to the floor. “What-?”

{But to answer your question, I can change shape simply because I can. It is just something my species can do, along with the selective telepathy. And to answer the question of thoughts, I cannot actually understand your language. Rather, I can read your thoughts, and they translate into words I can understand.}

Brain effectively rerouted, Ethan snorted. “That's impossible. You can't understand my language, but you can read my mind? I don't think so. I'm pretty sure my brain thinks in English.”

{No, you think in waves. Since your thoughts are merely brain waves, and it is your mouth which changes them into words, I can read the thoughts. If you were to speak without thinking, I might not be able to understand. But since 'speaking without thinking' is not really possible, merely a figurative expression, I will not have that problem. The rest is inference and watching your physical reactions.} Fen paused and licked his lips, tongue slowly sweeping over his lower lip, and Ethan stared, oddly entranced by the sight. {Especially when you are being pleasured. Most of your thoughts then are just praise and pleading.}

Crimson blossomed onto his cheeks and he shifted uncomfortably.

{I am afraid I have something else to admit though. It may come as another shock to you, but I need to get it out in the open.} Fen's thought-words were soft, hesitant.

“Ha! That's rich! Another shock. I've done nothing but be in shock since I saw you last night! I think I'd prefer if you got it all out in the open now, instead of giving me small doses!” Ethan laughed darkly, shaking his head.

Fen seemed to think about, then smiled sheepishly. {We are bonded now.}

“And what exactly do you mean by that.” Though he was pretty sure he already had an idea.

{It means...That the bite mark I gave you when we mated was to imbibe your blood and transfer my saliva to you. I basically...} One fang peeked out and bit the generous lower lip, almost like he was embarrassed. {I have control over you now. If you had returned the bite, you wouldd be able to understand my language and control my mind as well. But I did not think you would be able to handle or control that kind of power, so-}

“Bullshit! You rapist! You made me a sex slave, didn't you?!”

Mid-rant, Ethan was scooped up into strong soft arms and carried to the bathroom, then deposited on the worn bath rug. He glared up at Fen and prepared to start yelling again.

{Hush, little love. You should bathe now. I made quite a mess of you last night...and again this morning, it seems. Release was not my intention so early, for I only meant to soothe away the ache, but I am glad you experienced it.}

The smile he got was so charming, that Ethan felt his frazzled, though thoroughly satisfied, nerves relax some. His lips even twitched a little, trying to smile, but not quite able to. His blue eyes narrowed again, only to blink open in puzzlement. “I don't know what's what anymore...”

{Why not start with a nice bath? I can wash you, if you would like that.}

“Why don't you just tell me if I would like that. You control me anyway.” He retorted rather sullenly, looking away.

Abruptly, he was pulled against a massive black chest and hugged so fiercely that he almost couldn't breathed. But he felt safe and comforted by the simple move.

{Please, Ethan, I would never use this power to make you do anything you did not want to. I shall always respect your wishes. Even if at this very moment, you told me to leave you and never return, I would obey.}

He was silent for a moment, thinking, wondering why hearing his name for the first time from the other made him feel so warm inside, and he turned his face, resting his cheek against Fen's chest. “...No...I won't do that...Which I'm sure you already know anyway...But...”

{I know.}

Ethan was released and he stood there, suddenly realizing that he was still completely naked, and he covered himself self-consciously. Thankfully, Fen didn't say anything about it, only knelt by the tub and turned on the water, filling the tub.

Steam began to curl through the air, fogging the lone window and mirror. Ethan watched his reflection disappear and felt oddly concerned about it. “Hey...Are you going to take me with you, back to wherever it is you came from?”

With a sigh, Fen stood to full height again and turned to Ethan, looking him straight in the eye. {I have nowhere 'to go back' to. My home is with you now.}

“Heh...Not even gonna ask to move in...Why am I not surprised...?” And he wasn't, accepting it with a shrug and the idle thought that he would no longer be sleeping alone at night. A small smile curved onto his lips without his consent.

Silver eyes smiled his way, and he saw the brief flash of contented pleasure in Fen's eyes. Apparently he had heard the 'not sleep alone' thought and approved.

{Come. The water is ready for you.}

He expected to feel ridiculous, stepping into the tub and sitting down to be washed, for he knew Fen would tend to him regardless; but surprisingly, the whole scene was very intimate, comfortable, relaxed. A soapy washcloth slicked over his skin as he settled back and closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

{You have such a beautiful body, little love.}

Just like that, the mood was broken and Ethan curled up, once again covering himself. He glared at the male kneeling by the side of the tub, pulling away from his questing hands. “Don't say that. I don't want to hear it.”

{Do not shy away from me.} Came the imploring request, but Ethan ignored it, refusing to accept praise.

One hand gripped his chin in a firm but gentle hold and forced him to meet the other's eyes. Fen was leaning forward and tilting his head before Ethan could fathom his intentions, then they were kissing. Gentle, pulsing sliding lips, not yet open-mouthed, but still intimate. As Fen's lips molded and caressed his own, Ethan heard him speaking.

{Your lips are so soft, so sweet. I could kiss you all day. You have no idea how long I have waited to taste you. Your mouth, your skin, your essence. Last night was absolute Heaven to me.}

Because Fen didn't need to use his mouth to speak, Ethan's eyes popped open at the sound of his voice. Since the kiss wasn't broken, he felt like someone was in the room with them as they kissed, talking to him. But it was Fen, kissing him and talking to him at the same time. It was a peculiar thing, though somewhat perverse and Ethan kinda liked it, allowing himself to be kissed deeper and parting his lips.

{Hearing you cry out, your pleasured moans, it is like a drug to me. And to be the one to elicit such sounds from you makes my heart race.}

A tongue came into play and snaked out to wet Ethan's bottom lip, leaving hot moisture on it. One hand coasted down his back and cupped his bottom, but he focused only on the feeling of the kiss, finally reaching up to wrap cautious arms around a strong neck as the other's tongue slipped in and pulsed along his own, deep and steady as his heartbeat.

{The way your smooth beautiful body wraps around me, trembling so earnestly, like you cannot contain your passion. Your soft golden hair tickling my cheeks as you toss your head about, trying to escape my touch. And your deep blue eyes. Like the most perfect sapphires.}

The other hand was brushing against his rear, washrag in hand, and Ethan belatedly realized that he was still in the bath, and Fen was still trying to wash him. He broke away, lips smacking as they parted.

“You were just distracting me, weren't you? So I'd let you clean me.”

Fen blinked slowly, looking at him with dazed eyes, then clearing as he straightened his back and shifted away. {No. I actually enjoy kissing you. I have not tasted your mouth since last night and I wanted more. But I also figured I could continue my task while-}

“Whatever, I'm clean enough anyway.” He said briskly, not quite sure why he was mad, as he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, leaving the bathroom without another word.

{Ethan.}

Pausing in the hallway, he didn't turn as he asked rather quickly, “What?”

{Let's mate again.} It was a casual request, but Ethan tensed as if electrified.

For some reason, he was immediately aroused. “W-What?”

{I want to have sex. I could lick you again. You liked it so much before.}

Ethan drew in a shaky breath as the memory of how much he had indeed liked it replayed in his mind and he grew half-hard.

{Or I could just take you in my mouth. Would you like that? If not, you could take me in your mouth. I would really like that.}

The sensual words cast a distracting web over Ethan's mind and he throbbed all over.

{Or if you like...} That seductive male was suddenly right by his ear, and Ethan twitched at the hot breath against his neck. {I could lay on my back, and you could ride me... What do you say? A? B? Or all of the above?}

It wasn't even a coherent word, but Ethan rasped out his answer and Fen seemed to understand perfectly.

Strong clawed hands traced down his chest and pinched his nipples, making Ethan arch into the touch, head falling back, placing his mouth conveniently below Fen's hovering lips.

Just as he was about to seal their mouths together, there was a knock on his front door.

TO BE CONTINUED