Rooftop

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Knock Knock Knock

They both paused, inches from each other, then Ethan straightened back up, surprise plain on his face.

{You are not expecting anybody.} It wasn't a question and Ethan knew that Fen must be sensing his inner confusion.

“No...I don't know anybody. You're the first person other than me to set foot in this apartment. Well, you and the cable guy...” Saying it out loud made him realize how sad that fact truly was and his head drooped dejectedly. Always alone, always left behind.

Fen used gentle fingers to lift his head back up, looking down sympathetically into his eyes. {Not anymore, my love. And never again. Not with me here now.}

Gentle claws traced Ethan's cheeks softly, giving him shivers, and he gazed helplessly up into those lovely silver eyes, pressing closer and craning his neck up again, wanting desperately to believe. Not even realizing how he strove to be closer.

The knock came again, louder and more insistent.

“Tch! Who is that?” He pushed away from Fen's soft skin angrily, upset at being bothered. But after one step, a broad hand gripped his upper arm, halting his movement abruptly. He glanced back, brows raised. “What-?” Then he noticed the other's tense stance. The way his whole body grew still. “Uh...You okay?”

Fen stood at full-height, nearly 2 feet taller than Ethan, his wings rustling in agitation behind him and expanding slightly. His face became almost severe, eyes mere slits and mouth drawn in a tight line. Ethan could see his nostrils flaring wildly, like he was trying to catch a scent. Then his eyes widened, not in concern like Ethan would have expected, but in surprise, almost slight awe.

{Well, they shock me once again...} The larger male ruffled his wings again, stretching them out and in, then with a quick twist that was impressive for his size, Fen slid open Ethan's closet door and quickly rummaged through it.

“Fen? What's going on? What's wrong? Who's 'they'?”

The only answer was the clatter of two small luggage bags skittering across the floor. Fen followed, arms laden with most of Ethan's clothing and a couple pairs of his shoes. All of it was thrown in the bags. Next came the underwear drawer, emptied of its contents and dumped into the bags along with the one sweater Ethan owned, which had been stashed away in his bottom drawer.

This was all done in a matter of seconds, and silently. The knock came a third time and Ethan could almost hear the frustration behind that simple rapping. Belatedly, he realized that he had yet to answer it. Since Fen had decided to play mute once again, he walked out into the hallway, quickly reaching for the knob.

Except, his hand froze.

Like, literally. He couldn't move it. He couldn't move anything. Every muscle in his body was suddenly stock-still.

Fen. Of course. It had to be! The damned jerk was controlling him! Again! If he was able to, he would have shouted at that blasted man. But his mouth wouldn't work either.

Well, it wouldn't work for him. Even though it wasn't him speaking, his lips opened and his voice issued forth, sleepy and confused. “Is someone at the door? Ohhh, hang on a minute please, I jus woke up and I'm-” A loud obnoxious yawn cut his speech, though he didn't do that willingly either. “-still asleep. Let me jus get dressed. Be right there!” Now his legs were making him walk backwards away from the door, turning him. He was marched back into the bedroom, glaring with the one part of his body that he still had control over.

It worked, and Fen visibly flinched, both bag handles gripped in one hand and the other held out to Ethan.

{I apologize for that, Love, but right now, I need you to trust me. Please, let us just leave here, and I promise to explain when we are alone again. Please.}

With a warm rush, Ethan felt his body return to his own control and he sagged momentarily. Every part of him wanted to scream at the other for violating his free will, but Fen was letting him make his own choice in this. So he took a moment instead to think.

What to do? Trust the stranger in front of him, who touched him so reverently and spoke to him so eloquently, or trust the stranger at his door, who had yet to do anything but knock like a brute. And also, Ethan realized, had yet to say anything at all. Who knocks on a door, then doesn't even speak once the person inside had spoken? Who did Ethan even know who would come to his apartment?

He stepped forward, about to go into the other's arms as he realized it didn't matter who was at the door, but he realized he was still snugly wrapped in just a towel. “Alright, just hang on a second and let me get-”

It was then, while he was reaching towards his closet, to see if perhaps there was any clothing left in it, that the front door was kicked in.

From then on, it all happened very fast.

Ethan was yanked backwards, one arm wrapping around his chest as he was crushed with his back against Fen's body tightly, his feet lifting off the floor. His hands flew up to grasp at the arm across his chest and he held on, not quite sure why but knowing if he let go, it would be very bad.

Fen was backing up, almost hopping and Ethan heard glass shatter, then Fen's wings came out and surrounded him, blocking his view completely even as shadows began to fall across his doorway, then with a jump, they were falling headfirst out the window towards the street below.

Oh god, they were falling! A terrified scream ripped from his lips at the sudden weightless feeling of his stomach jumping into his throat, and his nails dug into Fen's arm, breaking the skin, as the knowledge that his building wasn't nearly this high and that they were going to smash into the ground any second, flashed through his head.

Then wings opened and Ethan shrieked as they flipped, right-side up and lifting towards the sky. The ground swiftly fell away from them, and Ethan watched in sick fascination as they rose higher and higher, much faster than he would have thought possible. The other male had a secure grip around Ethan's chest, anchoring him firmly back to that hard chest, and though he knew all it would take was one slip to drop him to his death, he wasn't afraid. Fen wouldn't drop him, of that he was sure. An odd thought struck him and he swiveled his head up, finally seeing those wondrous wings in action.

“Oh my god! You can fly!”

At his outburst, Fen seemed to falter, and they free-fell for a second, before the feathered limbs once again picked up a steady rhythm, and Fen began to laugh, uproariously.

Pink darkened his cheeks as Ethan realized how stupid he'd sounded. “I just...I meant that it was, you know, really cool...to see you flying...” He fell silent, embarrassed by his childish outburst.

Thankfully, Fen quieted his giggles and remained quiet, though Ethan could practically feel his mirth.

Trying for a more intelligent conversation, Ethan didn't hide his curiosity as he asked, “What happened back there? And don't pretend you don't know. That was all way to smooth to have just been my landlord at the door. Who was it?”

There was no hesitation. {People who want to take me back.}

“Back where? The zoo? A laboratory?”

Fen huffed slightly, annoyance obvious. {I am no man-made being, Ethan. I come from my own land, my own family, my own people. Why do you insist on thinking me some whimsical fairytale creature}”

This was the first time that Ethan had ever heard anything close to an edge in the other's voice and he felt oddly chastised. His face fell, and he tucked his chin down. “I'm sorry...It's still a little hard to accept this. You're like something out of my dreams.”

In a flurry of movement that he couldn't even follow, Ethan was suddenly flipped over, now facing up and looking into Fen's highly-pleased expression. “Uh-”

Lips descended upon his own, and he was thoroughly kissed and left breathless. When he was released, he leaned back, boneless, resting completely on Fen's strong arm. His legs came up instinctually and wrapped around Fen's slim waist, feet locking together securely.

{So I am your dream, am I? Delightful.}

The kiss, though obviously quite distracting, wasn't enough to deter him from his original thread of conversation. “Okay...So, you're obviously very real, I get that, and you're very much an individual, but again, who was back there? Were they gonna hurt you? Are they bounty hunters? And where would they take you? 'Back' where? Were they police? Are you a criminal? An escaped mental patient? I just want to know what's-”

{Ethan. Please. If you do not let me speak, how will I answer you at all?}

Falling silent, Ethan let his head fall back again. He couldn't help his curiosity.

{I am in no mood to go into my entire history right now, but I shall try to answer what I can.} There was a pause and Ethan listened to the steady whoosh of the wings slicing through the sky. {I do not know for certain who was at your dwelling, though I do know they came for me. I could smell them and sense their thoughts.}

“You could read their minds too?! So what did they want?!”

{Hush. No, I could not read their minds. I can only do that with you. I would have to be touching them to interpret their thoughts if there is no Bond. They would also have to give me permission to do it.}

“Oh.” A crease formed on Ethan's brow as he thought of his Fen had never asked him for permission.

{In answer to where they would take me, they would take me home. A place I do not wish to return to for multiple reasons.}

“And those would be...?”

{One, to go home means I would have to fulfill a task I have no interest in doing, hence why I left. Two, I would have to leave you behind. And finally, if I left you behind, I would die.}

Ethan scoffed. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't think it'd be that rough. I'm not that important.”

Something banged and Ethan was abruptly embraced with two arms instead of one. Fen brought him close to kiss again, lightly and sweetly.

But Ethan pushed his lips away, frantic. “The luggage?! You dropped it!”

{No, it is secure. Do not worry.} Then he kissed him again, ignoring Ethan's half-protests.

When he could breathe again, Ethan craned his head and glanced below them, seeing an amazing sight. Those enormous clawed feet of the other male each gripping one bag with flexible toes. Like a monkey.

{I should have done that sooner, so I could hold you better, Love.}

Ethan could agree that he was much more comfortable now, both back and head supported by an arm and legs still tight around Fen's waist. {Now you listen to me. You are that important. To me, you are the world. One day I shall explain to you exactly why. But that is not what I meant. I meant, I would die. My body would expire if I was separated from you.} Ethan was pulled closer, arms tightening around his body til he was comfortably snug. But he digested the words and felt his stomach drop.

“I'll...die if we get split up?”

Fen shook his head. {No. Only me. Another effect of imbibing your blood essence. If you had taken of mine, then you would be tethered as well. But since I did not allow it, you are safe. You have no connections. But we are not unable to be apart at all, for instance, you may wish to go take a walk alone and you can. We can be on our own, but if pulled apart when one or both do not wish to be, then the consequence will be death. The link is forcibly broken, killing us. Very painfully. In my culture, most do not wish to live without their counterpart, so the Bond is not that inconvenient.} There was a pause. {Do you...really wish to part with me so much?}

Ethan's heart jolted in his chest and he swallowed. What could he say to that? He certainly wasn't thinking of running away the second they landed, but...How do you decide to stay with someone you only just met? Regardless of how quickly the relationship became physical. And to complicate things further, Fen wasn't even human.

When all the people Ethan had ever cared for were taken so abruptly from him, how could he allow another...person into his life? In actuality, he wasn't so sure he could. The risk was too great and the emotional burden of letting someone new in felt impossible.

But...for right now, he knew that he wanted to feel the other's body against him, secure and warm. The comfort of a caring presence. He wanted to hear that voice. Sweet and affectionate. And he wanted to taste his lips again. For now...He just wanted...him. There. Together with him.

The silence had gone on unbearably while Ethan considered the soft half-hurt words of his...of the winged-man. Then he remembered the mind-reading thing and bit his lip. “Did you hear all that?”

Fen sighed sadly, and shook his head, the slow movement making his muscles shift against Ethan's cheek. {No, I did not. I blocked you out completely.} Fen paused again, biting his lips. {I am afraid of what you might decide.}

The pain and longing in the other's voice was so deep, it gave Ethan the shivers, and he realized abruptly how much his travel-mate truly cared about him. For whatever unknown reasons. What with the sincerity of his feelings and the slight hint of knowing about Ethan's past, there was no way the night before had been the first night of seeing him. Who knows? Maybe the dark-skinned man had been watching him forever. But for Ethan, last night (was it really less than 24 hours ago?) had been his first glimpse, and he couldn't create feelings that quickly when, ever since the accident, he'd kept his feeling properly locked away.

But, if he could continue to feel like this, than he would like to try. Because at the appearance of this other, the darkness inside Ethan, that self-loathing and fear and anger, all dimmed. Of course it was still there, still threatening to well up at any time and overtake him, but for the moment, Ethan's inner being was calm.

“Fen...I...I can't just suddenly care about you like you do for me, cause, well...you know, I just met you. But...I think I...l-l-like you...and...I just want you to know that...yeah...I'm not gonna run away.”

One hand cradled his head and sweetly caressed his scalp, sending little tingles down his spine, but no words were said, and Ethan was grateful. His heart was beating furiously from that simple confession alone. How exhilarating it had been to connect like that!

It was comfortably quiet for a while, only the soft sound of wings and wind audible against the wind, and Ethan nuzzled into that wonderfully textured dark skin. A strong steady heartbeat thumped into his ear, and he felt calm. More calm than he had felt in a long time. The sharp edge of anxiety that often lay on the edges of his thoughts was pushed far away and ignored. He doubted it would ever truly be gone. But Fen-therapy helped. The silly thought made him giggle softly.

The arms around him tightened slightly. {Ethan.}

His tone was stern and Ethan tensed, faints wisps of alarm in his head. “What's wrong?”

{Nothing is wrong. But I must say something. Something has been tainting my thoughts since last night. I have told you that I will expire if we are parted forcibly and Ethan, that includes separation by death. If you try to kill yourself again, and succeed, then I will die as well.}

Ethan had no response for that, but his face was tense, eyes wide and unblinking. “I...”

{Your history is dark, and full of sadness, but you are strong, Ethan. And you are no longer alone. I said I would never hurt you, nor let you be in pain ever again, but if you try to hurt yourself, do not think that I will hesitate to stop you myself. Not only for my own life, but for your own. Life is too precious. A life with you, even more so.} The arms loosened enough to lower Ethan so he could look up, and he was met with deadly serious silver eyes. They burned into his very soul, and he could not look away. {Do you understand? Give me your word that you will no longer attempt to end your life.}

Truthfully, Ethan hadn't had a single suicidal or self-hatred induced thought since he first saw Fen, outlined against the night sky, wings wide and breath-taking. Even now, when forced to think about his usual dangerous tendencies, he felt sort of detached. Not in the emotionless way, but in the 'I don't want that anymore' way. He took a moment to briefly consider if he was only distracted from it by his new friend, or if the urge was actually gone.

It wasn't gone. But it was far away. Maybe still fading.

And for the first time, he was hopeful it would stop. “I promise. I really do.” A soft smile curved his lips. “I think...I have a reason to live now.” Why end something when it was just starting to be good again?

Fen's eyes turned soft at his admission and the other male smiled back, dipping down and touching their foreheads together. The warm contact soothed Ethan, making his heart beat a little faster. No words were spoken as he nuzzled his head up into the curve of Fen's neck, breathing in the sharp musky scent of the other male. Comforting, and safe. With that strong hand cradling his head, and the other holding his torso, Ethan unhooked his legs and let them dangle below, bent at the knees. His bare feet swung in the air, but he felt no fear. A stray breeze swept under the edge of his towel reminding him that it was the middle of Winter, and he shivered, pressing closer to his...partner.

Heat poured off the other and Ethan absorbed it greedily, letting it wash over him. How Ethan wasn't freezing was beyond his understanding, but being near Fen made him warm. Even since being on the roof together, Ethan hadn't felt the sharpness of the outside temperature. It were as if his body had its own heater inside, keeping him warm despite his lack of layers.

Whatever. Ethan was too warm to even care at this point.

The combination of warmth, security, and the softness of Fen's skin lulled Ethan into a semi-conscious state. His eyes drifted shut and his breathing slowed, but he remained aware of his surroundings. It was very relaxing.

{Do not sleep, little love, for soon we shall land and you must be alert.}

“Hmm...? What?” Ethan blinked open his eyes, glancing over his shoulder at the ground below. The vast empty space was filled with the faint colorations of buildings far beneath them. “Where are we?”

{Somewhere. I am not sure . But I feel we have traveled sufficiently far enough to be safe.}

“How long have we been up here?”

{You woke up around noon today, then we left a few hours after that, and now, the sun is about to set. So three hours or more, roughly. Alright, hang on tight. This is going to be quite fast.}

The flapping wings slowed and stretched out, arching and curving to catch the wind like a parachute. They began to drop immediately, and Ethan's stomach flipped at the abrupt change in direction. It was a controlled fall, but rapid nonetheless, and the far away buildings were suddenly much closer. It looked to be a rather large town, but there were great patches of forest here and there. Ethan didn't recognize it, but that was understandable since he'd never flown over anything before.

The pinkened sky grew darker as the sun dipped below the horizon, and they were now only a few hundred feet above the ground. Ethan could see people, and he wondered why Fen wasn't worried about being seen. The last remained distance was closed quickly, then with one great downwards thrust of his wings, Fen hovered a few feet above the ground, carefully dropping the luggage, before letting his feet gracefully touch the ground.

Ethan was gently lowered to the pavement and he stood barefoot upon the chilly cement, legs weak from the awkward position they'd been in. Fen immediately turned to the bags and started to rifle through them. A t-shirt and jeans were pulled out and handed to Ethan, who took the unspoken cue to dress. But he stopped. “Uh, Fen? Can you-?”

A pair of underwear was tossed over to him, but he missed, so he turned to pick them up off the ground, brushing the dirt off them. When he turned back around, Fen was no longer a winged being, but instead the same tall dark-haired man from that morning.

“Aww!” He stomped his foot angrily, as he pouted. “I wanted to see you change!”

Fen was still in the sweatpants, but they were so horribly stretched from his previous form that they practically hung off him. Ethan couldn't help but notice the attractive way his hip bones jutted out from below the hemline.

{Hurry, little love. Two half-naked men in an alleyway is not something usual, and it is only a matter of time until someone walks by.} A baggy shirt was taken from the bag and pulled over broad shoulders, and Ethan watched the other man dress, but began to dress himself as well.

When they were both covered, Fen handed him socks and shoes, slipping on a pair for himself as well, and they were ready to go. The luggage was picked up once more, and Ethan's hand was grabbed, and he was pulled towards the street.

{Now, we can relax. Are you hungry, love? I am so famished, I could eat a whole horse!}

Ethan quirked his eyebrow and glanced at the other out of the corner of his eye. “Do you actually eat horses?”

Fen laughed, loud and deep. {Of course not! Though I could go for a cheeseburger right about now.}

“No way! You eat people food?!”

The hold holding his own tightened slightly, but not painfully, only a firm squeeze. When Fen spoke, his voice was full of amusement. {Now what did I say about thinking me so different from you? I have a stomach, and my teeth are mostly like yours. I like meat, but I also eat vegetables, grains. What you eat. Now, with that settled, let us, as you say, 'grab some grub'!}

Ethan snickered, smiling against his will, and he realized he really had to stop assuming things about this mysterious man. Just go with the flow, so to speak. A bell chimed over his head, and he realized that they had just entered a small diner, overflowing with delicious scents. His mouth watered and his stomach rumbled painfully, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since the day before.

Fen lead him to the back of the restaurant, where they took a booth. Hopefully nobody would notice the rumpled state they were in hidden like this. After they took their seats, Fen shifted and his leg brushed up against Ethan's underneath the table. It made his leg tingle pleasantly, and he didn't pull away, but he blushed when the other male flirtatiously winked at him.

A bored-looking elderly waitress promptly appeared, dropping two menus and smiling slightly. “You boys want anything to drink?” She asked, not glancing up from the notepad in her hand.

{Coffee, please.}

“Um, lemonade?”

She nodded curtly and walked away.

Fen gave him a smile. {Lemonade, huh?}

“Shut up, I don't like coffee. And soda just makes me thirstier.”

{Cute.} Fen reached across the table and laid his hands palm-up on it. He smiled and seemed to be waiting.

“Oh!” Ethan lifted his hands from his lap and shyly slid them into Fen's, smiling and ducking his head when the other made a pleased sound in his throat at the contact. His fingers played, tapping and stroking at his mate's own, before stilling abruptly. “Hey, wait a minute! I thought you couldn't speak! How did that woman hear you?!”

Fen grinned, exposing his perfect teeth. {I projected my voice into her mind as well as yours. It is just a matter of changing the frequency once more.}

“But you're not Bonded with her!”

One black brow cocked up. {I do not have to be.}

“But you said, back at the apartment, that-!”

{I said that I could not read other's thoughts. But I can project into other's minds.}

“But your lips!”

{I just keep my mouth hidden, and they do not notice that I am not actually speaking. That waitress was not even looking at me.}

“But...But...” Ethan floundered. There just had to be flaw here. “I thought you said you couldn't understand my language, only my thoughts, and since you can't read other people's thoughts, how did you know what that waitress was asking?” He sat back, pulling his hands away, a smug smile on his lips at being able to see through all the loopholes.

But Fen simply smiled back. {When we are touching, I can understand others, because their speech translates through your thoughts and I hear the echo.}

Dammit. Chewing on his lip, Ethan thought back a few minutes. “You weren't holding my hands when we sat down. That was after.”

Fen shifted again, his leg brushing suggestively against Ethan's calf. {Ah yes, but my leg seems to have taken a liking to yours, and that counts as touching. It does not have to be skin to skin. As long as we have a connection. Now, are there any more questions you would like to try and prove me wrong with?

Ethan frowned. “Wise-ass.” He was about to say more, but two glasses were clunked down on the table.

“We know what we want to eat yet, boys?”

Ethan hadn't even looked at the menu, so he just ordered a sandwich plate with extra fries and onion rings. He was really very hungry and smiled as the waitress gave him an amused glance, before looking back at her notepad and jotting it down.

Fen spoke from behind the menu. {I will have a cheeseburger, fries, a steak with a baked potato, a roast beef sandwich, and a side salad.} He lowered it and smiled at the waitress, who stood slightly taken aback, finally looking up at him in surprise.

“Uhh, sure thing Hon. How do you want your meat cooked?” She asked, once again looking down.

{Well done please.} When the waitress left, he turned to Ethan with a smile. {I bet you thought I would have said rare.}

Ethan slowly grinned, shaking his head. “No...That would be assuming. I told myself to stop assuming when it comes to you. And I'd just get another lecture if I did.” A soft chuckled escaped his lips. “But I guess you really are hungry, huh?”

{Very much. Altering my form takes a lot out of me, and flying is not exactly easy.}

“Makes sense.”

This time, Ethan slid his hands over the table first, and they were immediately covered and squeezed warmly.

Nothing was said until the food arrived, and they pulled apart reluctantly as their plates were lowered. Several trips were made for Fen's order, but then the table was filled with heaping, steaming plates, and Ethan dug in, shoving hot fries into his mouth with one hand and holding his sandwich with the other.

It was simple fare, but the generous proportions had Ethan full to bursting, and his plates still had food left on them when he was done. He sat back with a sigh, holding his stomach and smiling contentedly. That was the first satisfying meal he'd had in a long time.

Fen was eating much more civilized, carefully cutting up his steak and neatly eating his fries. Even while eating the cheeseburger, Ethan didn't see one trace of ketchup smeared on his perfect mouth.

It took the larger male much longer to eat his meal due to his civility, but every last scrap was devoured, with not even a crumb left on his plates. He sat back with a sigh as well, sharing the same smile as Ethan.

{Are you going to finish that?} He asked, gesturing to Ethan's leftovers.

“You're still hungry? You ate enough to feed like, three grown men.”

{I'm always hungry.}

The way Fen said that, with a glint in his eye, had Ethan thinking that perhaps the conversation had shifted somehow. He blushed and looked away, pushing his plates across the table and watching with a sideways glance as the other man began to delicately eat the remainder of his meal.

One finished, he wiped at his mouth with a napkin, not that he even needed it, and began to stack his empty dishes, grabbing Ethan's and adding them to the pile. The waitress came back to drop off the bill and take away their plates.

Fen frowned at her retreating figure. {She could have asked if we wanted dessert.}

“They're probably scared you'd eat all their pie or something.” He said, laughing at Fen's saddened face. Then he realized something. “Oh crap! Do you have any money?! I don't have my wallet with me!”

Fen gave him a smile and reached into one of the bags, pulling out the object of discussion. {I grabbed it while you were in the hallway.} He reached into the bag again and pulled out a folded piece of paper. {I also brought this.} It was handed to Ethan, who opened it slowly.

It was an old photo. The only photograph he had of his family. All of them together and happy, at some picnic or other outing, unposed and smiling. The camera had been on a tripod, so they could have a family photo with everyone for once, including his father, who'd almost never stepped in front of the lens. He'd been 15 at the time. His face carefree and innocent.

Now, staring at the small piece of his past, he felt the telltale burn of tears in his eyes, and he clutched the picture to his chest as his breath sped up anxiously. Part of him felt guilty for forgetting about the picture in all the chaos, and the rest of him fought for words to express how the simple act made him feel. “Fen, thank you. If this had been left behind...I don't know what I would have done.”

Soothing fingertips stroked his wet cheek and he looked up, comforted by the loving gray eyes of the man across from him. {No thanks needed, my little love. Whatever you want, I shall strive to bring to you. I want only to make you happy.}

At this, Ethan simplu broke down, head falling forward and burying itself in his folded arms, soft whimpers from his throat as an odd mixture of gratitude and happiness pulled sobs from his throat. For once he was crying not out of sadness, but because of the simple and new wonder at being so cared for. A soft palm stroked over his shoulders, then he heard Fen exit their booth and walk away. He lifted his head and looked to see where he'd gone and saw that statuesque figure at the front counter paying the bill, with Ethan's debit card. It's not like he was worried about the money, though, or minded that Fen was using it. The card was routed directly to his savings fund account, and he had hundreds of thousands of dollars left. Perhaps more, with the interest it acquired.

There was a tickling in his head and he suddenly felt like someone was searching around for something. Rifling through his brain. A glance back at Fen showed him staring back, holding up the pin-pad, a question in his eyes.

Ethan unthinkingly remembered his PIN number, and Fen smiled instantly, turning away and entering said numbers into the pad. Well, that certainly was interesting.

The pretty girl working at the cash register smiled at Fen, batting her eyelashes coquettishly and licking her lips. Fen smiled back at her, eyes kind as she talked at him. The larger male kept on smiling and Ethan had to laugh, knowing he probably had no idea what was being said to him.

While waiting for the card to authorize, Fen reached by the register and picked up a folded brochure, glancing at it happily and smirking to himself. The card was passed back to him and he gave the girl one last smile, turning and walking back to Ethan. Faint stirrings of jealousy coiled in his chest at the way she stared at Fen's ass as he walked away.

But then Fen was at the table and holding out his hand. {Come on, sweetheart, time to be go.}

With a nasty look to the girl who was still watching them, he laced his fingers with Fen's and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. The two bags were grabbed, and they exited the diner out into the twilight.

Out on the street, they began walking again, hands still intertwined, and Ethan liked the looks they got from people passing by. Some were nice, a few were weirded out, but no one was hostile, and it made him feel good to be noticed. He'd been invisible for so long.

What struck him as odd though, was that despite their easy strolling, Fen seemed to have a general sense of where he was headed. “Where are we going?”

{I discovered a brochure at the diner with a little map that will direct us to a nearby motel.}

Butterflies exploded in Ethan's stomach. “Uh...m-motel?”

Gracing him with a smile, Fen looked back. {Of course. We must rest, for our day has been very hectic. And tomorrow, we shall discuss our plans.}

“Plans?”

Though his voice remained level, Ethan could sense hesitance when he spoke next. {We must discuss...whether or not you...want to stay with me. Obviously, you cannot go back to your apartment, but with your funds, a new one should not be a problem.} Fen's lips were drawn in a tight line. {But the issue, when we have time, is your decision concerning me, and I understand if you are still not able to make that one yet. Or like I had said before, if you choose for me to leave, I shall leave.}

Ethan listened to the taller man ramble on nervously, and his lips quirked in amusement. But knew his answer and stopped, pulling the other to a halt. Fen looked back, eyes slightly wide.

“I...want to stay with you.”

Immediately, Ethan was pulled into strong arms and embraced tightly, his feet lifting off the ground. {Oh, Ethan. That is the best thing I have ever heard.}

Ethan laughed nervously, nuzzling into the warm crevice between neck and shoulder. For whatever reason, he didn't care what happened to him, as long as he stayed with this man. This wonderful, mysterious, magical man.

{Come.} Fen said, lowering Ethan down and tangling their fingers again as he began to walk. {I want to be alone with you.}

Fen certainly was blunt, and Ethan blushed at the implication in his voice.

They walked in comfortable silence for several blocks, then came upon a small, but clean, motel on the side of the road near the edge of town. The door buzzed when they walked in the main office and an older matronly woman appeared from the back room. “Evening gentleman!” She boomed, voice friendly and warm. “You like to rent some rooms tonight?”

Fen spoke first, hair falling forward and blocking his face as he grinned at Ethan. {Yes please. One room, with a king-sized bed.}

She raised an eyebrow at that and glanced at their joined hands openly. “Huh. Thought so.” Then she smiled crookedly. “Would you two like the honeymoon suite? It comes with a jacuzzi bathtub.”

Ethan blushed and hid his face, but Fen just nodded.

They got their key and an added wink from the manager, then Fen hustled them off to their room.

For being such a small motel, the rooms were very clean and nicely decorated, and Ethan looked around, impressed. Fen shut the door behind them, and placed the bags on the floor. The light switch on the wall turned on a pretty little lamp on a nearby table and illuminated the room. He stepped further into the room and admired the quaint décor. “Wow, this is a really nice room.”

Fen came up behind him and slid his hands down Ethan's arms, giving him goosebumps. {I am not interested in the room. I am interested in you. Ethan,} He was spun around and met with imploring gray eyes. {Please, I want to mate again. I want to feel you and touch you.} Lips dipped down to press lightly against his own, and Ethan swooned forward, instantly helpless.

When a hot tongue fluttered against his closed mouth in question, he opened it, allowing that slick muscle to curl around and play with his own. Sneaky hands traveled around his back and underneath the loose fabric of his shirt, bunching it and lifting it to Ethan's armpits. He raised his arms up, allowing the shirt to be pulled over his head, then he returned to Fen's embrace, reaching up on his tippy-toes to initiate another deep kiss. An almost-tortured sounding moan rumbled from Fen's throat, and Ethan felt a foreign surge of confidence.

Enough to pull away with a saucy glint in his eyes, and he blew Fen a kiss. “So...You want me?” A blush blossomed on his cheeks, but the look on the other's face made him unusually bold. The quiet nod had him grinning, and he flattened his hands along his stomach, stroking down the faint trail of blond hair on his abdomen, and resting on the button of his jeans. “Really want me?” He got another nod, but his self-assurance abruptly dimmed, leaving him with his fingers on his jeans button, but unable to go any further, and he ducked his head.

{Ethan, look at me.}

He did, and bit his lip in embarrassment, blush darkening even further at the sight before him. Fen stood, face intense as he discarded his own shirt and bared his chest. Then he smiled and stretched out his arms, one eyebrow lifting suggestively. {You said you wanted to see. So, watch me.} Then his skin rippled, seeming to become somewhat blurry for a moment, and Ethan had the odd feeling that he suddenly went cross-eyed, but only Fen was affected by it. After a few seconds, the blurriness evened out and Fen shifted, growing both taller and darker in color as two large protrusions grew out from his back. The sweatpants stretched once more.

There was a rather large bulge in the front of them this time, and Ethan looked away, wrapping his arms around himself as his confidence completely flew out the window. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fen stripping, lithely bending and pushing off those pants. When he encountered his feet, there was some trouble, and there was the sound of ripping cloth.

Ethan huffed irritably. “Jeez, you think you can destroy any more of my clothes? I do need to have something left to wear outside, you know.”

But Fen didn't respond. He only stepped forward and embraced him, pulling him tightly to that broad chest. From that close, Ethan could feel every single unbelievable inch of Fen's erection, pressing hard into his stomach.

Forgetting his embarrassment and shyness at the thought of seeing Fen's penis, he abruptly pushed himself back and whipped his head down, gaping in open-mouthed shock at the size of the thing.

“Holy shit!” He gasped, swiftly stepping backwards and leaving the embrace. His hands came up in front of him like a shield and he blinked several times in rapid succession, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Fen's cock was impossible. Darkly colored as the rest of him, with the head being a fainter more purple color. It was quite long, which was astounding on its own, but the girth was staggering! Ethan felt his ass muscles tighten up just at the sight. It was thick. Disgustingly, gloriously thick. Ethan may have only lost his virginity the night before, but he'd seen plenty of penises in his life. At some of the foster homes, boys were collected to do menial labor for the foster parent and afterwards were hosed off in a giant bathroom stall, completely naked, treated like dogs. He'd seen penises. But this was a behemoth. It wasn't possibly real. Fen must have altered it to impress him.

“Change it back.” Ethan commanded, slight dismay in his voice.

Fen looked back at him, confused. {What? Change what?}

“Your penis! Change it back!”

Fen glanced down his body, eyes stopping on his impressive length. Then his eyes returned to Ethan, and he shrugged. {I am not sure I know what you mean. What am I supposed to change about my penis?}

“Make it normal! There is no way I took that-that-that monster last night! I would have been ripped apart! Change it back or I'm not coming near you!”

Fen levered himself up onto his elbows, the beginnings of a grin on his lips. {But Ethan, I am in my normal form, just as I was before. You can, and you did, as you said, 'take' this.}

Ethan backed away, thudding against the wall and clamping his hands across his bottom protectively. “No!” His head shook vehemently back and forth. “No! Change it back!”

Fen stood, quickly crossing to Ethan, who cowered and slid down the wall to land on his butt, legs drawn up and ankles crossing in front of his anus like a scared virgin holding onto their chastity. His arms came up to hide his face.

Fen dropped to one knee before him and Ethan stared, fear in his eyes. {Do not be scared, little love, I can make it so it does not hurt you. Like I did before.}

“How?! It's as thick as my fucking arm!” Ethan gave a soft gasp as he realized he'd sworn and he pressed his lips together.

Fen's fingers tickled down his cheek and neck, dipping into the collar of his shirt, teasing the hidden skin beneath. {Will you listen to me? Or will you just deny what I tell you?}

Ethan studied him warily. “If you go sit over there,” He gestured to the bed. “-then I'll listen. And keep your horsecock away from me!”

Though he didn't laugh or smile, Fen snorted at his words, standing gracefully and sauntering to the bed. There was no other word for it. He sauntered. Hips swinging and muscles shifting. Then he turned and sat, legs wide, unashamed of his exposed erection.

Ethan's face reddened at being caught staring, and he looked away stubbornly.

{If you let me, I can make it easier. I have enzymes in my saliva that will help.}

Ethan examined the wall above Fen's head and raged. “You drugged me last night? That's why it didn't hurt?”

{No, I did not drug you. But the enzymes are why you did not feel pain until the next morning, after they wore off.}

His eyes shifted to the bed cover. “So...what? You have pain killers in your spit?”

{Sort of. I have more than one enzyme available to me.}

A casual glance from sheet to face, then back again. “Like what?”

Fen shifted slightly, his erection shifting along with him, and Ethan found himself staring again. The thing pulsed.

Definitely not, he thought. Not near his ass.

Fen lay down on the bed, wings spreading out behind him, one hanging off the bed like an arm would, and propped his head up on the pillows. {I can numb you, a little or a lot. Last night, I used a lot. I can also relax your muscles. I did that a lot too. You needed it, what with that tight little ass of yours.}

Crimson practically exploded on his cheeks and Ethan choked.

Fen's laughter rang throughout the room, and he rolled onto his side, head resting on his raised hand. {Of course, it has a thicker consistency than human saliva and when needed, can act as quite a good lubricant.}

Voice quiet but curious, Ethan asked from behind his forearms, “Is your species all gay or something? Cause you sound like you were built for ass sex.”

The room filled with raucous laughter and Fen collapsed onto his back, wings ruffling. Ethan watched that body shake with each deep chuckle. It was lovely to see, and his legs lowered slightly, hands resting on his knees.

Finally, Fen's chortling slowed and he huffed on the bed, still on his back. {You know, I have never really thought of it that way, but I guess you are right. It seems that I have got something to tell a few people back home.}

Ethan perked, intrigued. “You've got homophobes where you come from too?”

{No, not really. Homosexuality is not uncommon in my culture. But in my family's bloodline, there are some...guidelines. The only thing about same-sex relationships that is considered harmful is the inability to produce heirs...uh, I mean offspring. But other than that, no one thinks it taboo.} He leaned forward and stood, meeting Ethan's eyes and slowly approaching him. Once in front of him, he knelt, reaching forward and grabbing Ethan's chin, forcing him to look away from the beast by his legs and up into silver eyes that twinkled at him. {I will not hurt you. I will make you feel very good. Let me try? If I do hurt you, I promise to never touch you again. Okay?}

His lips worried between his teeth, but Ethan nodded. There was a slow burning in his body, quickly becoming hotter from being so close to Fen, and he wanted to make that fire consume him. “Okay.” Fen reached for him, but he held up his hands again. “But if I say stop, you damn well better!”

Fen chuckled, swiftly hooking his arms around him and bringing them to the bed. {You will not ask me to stop. You will be begging for more.} His voice was deep and lustful, but his eyes sparkled teasingly, and Ethan blushed, letting himself be laid on the bed. His pants were swiftly pulled off, even before Ethan settled back, or had time to resist.

Fen then crawled onto the bed beside him and lay on one side, looking down at him, head propped up on one arm. The heat and hardness between the larger male's legs pressed into Ethan's hip, and he forced himself not to move away from it. An answering hardness started to form between his own legs and he blushed, increasingly aware of the other's staring at his manhood.

His hands shyly slid down and cupped over himself, showing his embarrassment of his own shortcomings. He wasn't all that large to begin with, but compared to Fen, he practically felt like a woman. Being the bottom in their sexual escapade didn't exactly help him with that mentality and he closed his eyes against the vulnerable shame.

Strong teasing fingers tickled down his stomach, and his breath hitched as a warm hand perched atop his own, the heat seeping through his fingers and making his cock pulse beneath the layers of fingers.

{Why do you hide yourself from me? You have such an attractive body. In fact,} There was shifting and Ethan felt the bed dip by his hips though he refused to look. {It looks absolutely delicious. Mind if I have a taste?}

His fingers were pried off himself, and Ethan gasped as Fen's hot breath hit his thighs. His eyes flew open then, unable to remain closed, and he lifted his head to watch, helplessly trembling as Fen smiled at him and slowly lowered his head, sticking out his tongue and lightly licking up the underside of Ethan's cock.

“Oh god...” His head fell back and he slung one arm over his face, biting his lip to keep from moaning as Fen teased him. Soft kitten licks trailed around his hipbones and a hot palm cupped his testicles, kneading slowly between his legs. Claws brushed against his inner thighs and he tensed, arching off the bed in earnest. “Ah! Oh please, Fen! Do something! For christ's sake, I can't take this!”

A deep chuckle rumbled near his hips as Fen glanced up at him, pursing his lips and blowing lightly on his cock, hot breath caressing the sensitive flesh softly. Ethan shuddered, head flying to the side as he cried out, “Please!”

Fen laughed again, then suddenly moved away, shifting back to kneel by his ankles. Ethan cracked open one eye and peered down, panting heavily and rotating his hips in little circles on the bed sheet. “Please, Fen, please.”

{Yes, yes, calm down. Do not fret, little love.} The larger male said softly, a gleam in his eyes. {I would like to try something out with you that I am pretty sure you will enjoy.} The wings ruffled out and Fen shifted up to settle backwards onto his back, head propped up on the motel pillows and his feathered appendages folding neatly behind him. He looked over to Ethan, lifting one brow suggestively, and beckoning with one finger. {Now, come here. Climb atop my chest and kneel in front of my face.}

Ethan blushed, eyes wide and unbelieving. “Do what now?”

Fen patted his chest, a small smile on his lips. {Straddle my chest, place your hips by my face, and close your eyes. What about that is confusing to you?}

Ethan opted to just shut up and enjoy whatever Fen had planned without further questioning, though he already had a pretty good idea of what the winged male would do. Still red in the face, Ethan rose to his knees and crawled to Fen's side, quietly and awkwardly climbing onto his chest, knees splaying out and framing his long black torso. But he was too short, and his hips weren't quite high enough, so Fen's hands came to rest on his waist, lifting him up onto his feet, where he stood unsteadily, hands falling forward to grip the headboard.

{Now, bend your knees and lean into me.}

Ethan let his legs bend, and he had to close his eyes as his hips came dangerously close to Fen's mouth. His erection was curved upwards, jutting out from his body hungrily, and Fen gave him a sultry grin from down near his groin. Then he dipped down and took him in that mouth completely, his cock disappearing between hot lips.

“Oh!” Ethan cried out, thighs straining forward as his fingers dug into the headboard, knuckles turning white. “Oh god!”

Fen's fingers stroked down his sides and pulled him closer into that mouth, consuming him. He threw back his head as his cock was sucked deeper, all the way to his balls, and then those were sucked in too. His manhood in its entirety was trapped in that scorching slick cavern, and he moaned loudly, his voice high and desperate. A slick tongue wrapped around his erection, squeezing.

“Fen! Oh god! Ahhhn!” He wailed, face pinched tightly. There wasn't much he could do in this position, engulfed as he was, but then Fen pulled back and his balls popped out wetly.

Lips still tight around his length, Fen gave him instruction. {Now, I want you to move yourself. I shall sit back and you can set the pace.} And he did, letting his hands rest down at his sides, and Ethan felt that strong jaw relax, though the lips stayed firmly encasing him.

Hesitantly, Ethan slid forward, into hot slick suction, and the pressure had him gasping in bliss. He'd already been deflowered one way, and he'd also gotten a blow job, but this was the first time he'd ever been able to control the speed and depth of his thrusting. It was glorious. Absolute heaven, and he let his head fall back as his hips started a quick furious rhythm.

“Oh god...Ugghnn! Fen!” The exquisite heat of that strong sucking mouth had him bowing over, knuckles white from the force of his grip on the headboard, and he had to rest his knees on Fen's broad shoulders. The angle was slightly awkward, but he was able to spread his legs wider and deepen every thrust. "Oh...Ahhn...Unnngh! Fuck!" He felt his orgasm approaching swiftly and wildly. His pace picked up, and his finger left the wooden border of the bed to fist in Fen's black hair, and he was practically curled over that head. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” But even in his haste to come, proper etiquette had him warning Fen of his impending release. “Oh, I'm close! I'm close! Oh god!” With the sharp coil in his gut tightening even more, his fought to wait for Fen's answer.

Mouth still occupied with greedily taking him deep, Fen reassured him. {Go ahead then. Come.}

Unsure, Ethan began to pull away, but the fingers on his waist tightened, demanding his closeness. With a final ragged cry, Ethan tensed, nails digging into Fen's scalp, and he pushed himself as deep as he could go, shuddering as he felt the first wave of orgasm break over him. “Uggghhaa...Uh...Uhhn!” When he lost his grip and his legs began to give out, Fen grabbed him and held him in position, mouth gently working his length and milking the last of his orgasm from him.

Finally, drained and exhausted, Ethan slumped backwards, fully relying on Fen's strong support. He was lowered to the bed carefully, and he peered up tiredly at smug silver eyes. “Wow.”

Fangs peeked out behind smiling lips. {I know.}

Ethan chuckled softly, too weary to do anything more. “Shut up, you.”

Fen shifted onto his back again, lifting Ethan easily and bringing him to lay on his warm chest. He snuggled into that wonderfully textured skin and sighed contentedly, closing his eyes.

There was a rough cough, dragging Ethan out of his afterglow. {Surely you do not think we are finished.} Came Fen's somewhat amused and slightly annoyed voice.

Head tilting up slowly, Ethan blinked at him, biting his lip guiltily. “Um...”

The larger male gave him such a stern look, that he had to look away, blushing, but those averted eyes were now looking down, right where Fen's much-ignored arousal still lay thick against his muscled stomach. Seeing the thing again made Ethan's throat grow dry and he gulped nervously. Movement entered his line of sight, and he saw Fen's hand teasingly slide down and cup himself, massaging the stiff flesh languidly.

“Stop that!” He squeaked. “You'll just make it even bigger!”

Fen just laughed, stroking himself and cupping Ethan's ass with the other hand while he was distracted. The touch made him jump and he looked back up, concern in his eyes.

On one hand, the thought of having that sizable cock actually in him, made him want to wet himself, and not in the good way either.

But on the other hand, the needy look in Fen's eyes and the gentle sensuous way the winged male was caressing his ass made him feel both guilty and slightly aroused again. At least enough to want a kiss. So he reached up and used Fen's collarbone as leverage to pull himself closer to that mouth and he pressed a soft kiss to those lips. Fen continued to smile at him, lids falling shut and hands still busy. Ethan bent forward slowly and licked along the corners of that sensuous mouth, letting his tongue trail over the full bottom pout.

Pulling back again, he studied the faint sheen of his saliva highlighting Fen's soft mouth, and he realized that even if it did hurt, he still wanted Fen to make love to him. He needed the love, both the physical and emotional, to help him continue to come out of his shell. He needed it desperately.

With much determination, he shook Fen's shoulders, silently making him open his eyes. “Fen.” His lip worried between his teeth, before he released it to quietly whisper, “I'm okay now. You can...You can do it now. Just don't...Don't make it hurt too much.”

A sympathetic rumble sounded from the other male. {Ethan, you forget last night so easily. It will not hurt you. I will not hurt you.} Then he lifted Ethan up and onto his knees, shifting to sit up and leaning down for a kiss.

When they broke apart, Ethan said in a small voice, “Well, yeah, but I wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind then.”

The larger male cooed at him, rubbing strong hands up and down his back. {You were perfectly lucid. I numbed you quite a lot though. I would prefer using less now, so you can gradually become adjusted to me. I would hope that in the future, our coupling doesn't have to be so thoroughly prepared.} He gave Ethan a wink, and lifted one black brow. {I have fantasies of pushing you up against a wall and mounting you like a lion in heat.}

Having no articulate response for that, Ethan just stared, red exploding in his cheeks.

Fen then lifted him once more, turning him and making him face the other way, his back to Fen's face. Then his hips were gripped and he was pulled backwards, scooted closer to that dangerous tongue.

“Wait, oh, no, not that. Don't just do that! Wait!”

But Fen didn't listen to his embarrassed pleas, and a strong hand fanned across his back, pushing him forward and he was exposed, open and vulnerable. His hands bunched in the fabric of the motel bedsheet as he waited for the inevitable to happen, knowing it was useless to resist.

He felt the heat first, then the pressure of that wet muscle slowly, tentatively playing at his entrance, teasing him. He huffed and shuddered, torn between wanting to move away and wanting to push back, so he stilled, not moving an inch, and then it pushed and slid into him, an immediate heat spreading through him from his core.

“Ahh...f-fuuuuuck...” His arms lost their strength and he fell forward, face landing on Fen's abdomen and his ass still up in the air. The wiggling inside him had him panting roughly, hips trying to keep tempo with that tongue. It brushed against his prostate lightly and his breath hitched, mouth falling open. “Mmm...yes...”

In front of him, barely inches away, lay Fen's cock, still completely hard and alone. Ethan, in his haziness, thought how sad it looked on its own and reached forward with one hand to lightly stroke it.

At the first tentative touch of his fingers, Fen gasped and his tongue twitched inside Ethan's ass, hitting his spot harder and making him shout. “Ah!”

Wanting to repeat the movement against his inner walls, Ethan grew bolder, his head lifting up and his tongue slipping out to lick at the dark purple tip of Fen's cock, which was conveniently pointing right at his face. Fen made another strangled noise and buried his face against Ethan's ass, claws almost breaking the skin on his hips. Ethan moaned, excited by the barely controlled desire of the great winged man beneath him, and he dipped forward again, his tongue swirling around the engorged head, then sliding wetly down to the base near the pelvic bone. Fen's reaction was shuddering beneath him and digging deeper inside of him, now nearly pounding into his prostate at each inexperienced touch of Ethan's lips and tongue.

There was a soft rustling coming from beside the bed and Ethan, not moving his mouth away, glanced to the side and saw one great wing restlessly stretching out and flapping uncoordinatedly against the floor. He grinned breathlessly, pleased by his apparent talent or at least in his ability to make Fen want him so much to the point of writhing on the bed.

Abruptly, Fen pulled out of him and sort of flipped him over, bringing him back to their previous position, Ethan on his knees, and placing him directly over that enormous cock, which was now so hard that it stood up on its own, pressing right against his anus, then Fen began to push him down, opening him.

“Wait!” Ethan yelped desperately, hands planting firmly on Fen's chest, stilling the movement. Dark silver eyes looked up to him, and he blinked, surprised at the lust he could see shining there. “Hey, Fen, just hang on, okay? Let me do this slowly.”

At his voice, Fen seemed to come out of a trance and he sighed deeply, still panting and chest heaving as he bit his lip. {I apologize...Ethan, I just could not help it. The way you touched me...It was so good.}

With Fen's control back in place, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. “You don't have to apologize for that. I...like hearing it. Just...I...Let me go slow.”

Fen nodded, and Ethan, shifted his hips, feeling the slow stretch as he rocked his hips back and forth, his opening over the head. There wasn't any pain, but as the first sizable inch opened him up, he felt the fullness in his spine, and it was shocking. Definitely more sensation than the night before, and he halted, gasping and shifting, trying to relieve the pressure if he could.

After moment, it lessened and he tried to take another few inches. This time it wasn't nearly so difficult, and he slid easily. But then, at about half-way, he had to pause again, the stretching muscles protesting strongly. There still wasn't pain, but there was discomfort. Like laying on your arm and having it be uncomfortable. And he also found that he wasn't able to push himself any further.

Panting heavily, he lifted his hands from Fen's chest and rested them on his quivering thighs, bracing himself. “Fen...Can you...Could you...I need some help...I can't-”

Fen swiftly grabbed his hips, claws tickling Ethan's sensitized skin, and pulled him down the remaining inches.

“Oh god!” Ethan arched back, head facing the ceiling and arms clawing at the air, as he was seated fully onto Fen. The absolute feeling of fullness he was experiencing was so intense, that he felt like he was about to split open, but there was still no pain, only the faint burn of muscles moving like they hadn't moved before, and he whimpered, attempting to rock his hips.

But Fen held him still, softly cooing at him. {Wait for it. Let your body adjust.}

It was hard, but he stilled, breathing deep and allowing himself to relax. The pressure began to ebb away and he licked his lips, glancing down at Fen's face. The larger male had a look of intense restraint on his features. One lone drop of sweat trickled down his temple and his eyes were clenched shut.

Ethan still felt discomfort, but it was considerably less than before, so he tilted his hips forward and put his hands back on Fen's chest. “Alright, you can move now.”

One silver eye cracked open and peered at him carefully. {No, you can move now. Take control.}

“What do you mean?”

{Ride me. Hard. Make me cry out for you.} Fen's features were still drawn tight, but he was smiling seductively, his eyes sparkling.

Ethan liked the feeling of being in control of his own pleasure. Just like before, when he was controlling the thrusting, he would be able to control the thrusts into him. It was a lovely concept, and he lifted himself experimentally. The immediate spark that came from his movement had him sucking in air through his teeth, and he paused for a moment, to gather himself.

The feeling of Fen's cock was much different than the night before. More tactile, thicker, rougher, less slippery. But he enjoyed it more too. It wasn't all smooth and easy, it was harsher, the sparks from his gentle brush against his prostate much sharper. Better.

He didn't hesitate this time as he lifted and swiftly sat back down, burying that cock back inside. He welcomed it, wanted it deeper, even though he could feel it almost poking his gut. Almost.

The discomfort was gone, and the burn had shifted into something deeper; an ache for completion. So Ethan spread his fingers wide on Fen's broad chest and used it as leverage to lift himself once more, and drop down. “Ahhh! So...good...” Fen's thickness was so complete, that he would hit his prostate on every thrust, no matter the angle. Ethan was free to move himself, without having to alter his position.

“Fen...Oh god, yes...Ugghn!” Apparently unable to sit quietly anymore, Fen grabbed his waist and began to help him move, his narrow hips arching up each time Ethan dropped down. “Oh god! Oh god! Harder, oh god, harder!” Fen held him steady, slamming into him and making him almost choke from the intensity of it all.

Clawed fingers reached up to his nipples and tweaked them roughly, and Ethan leaned into the touch, feeling the rush of heat build inside of him. “Oh god! Fuck! Fen! Fen! Oh god, Fen!” He came, shuddering and jerking forward, thick ropes of cum splashing out across Fen's dark skin for what seemed like forever. He finally slumped and landed, exhausted, onto his own semen. The warm wetness made him frown, but he was too tired to move from it. Fen still had him in a firm grip and continued to pump into him rapidly. The over-sensitized flesh of his inner walls spasmed with each deep thrust, pushing a grunt from his lips each time.

Then, finally, Fen tensed and groaned, the first noise he'd made since they started, and Ethan felt the larger male's abdomen flutter below him. As Fen breathed out his name raggedly, Ethan's insides were coated with searing heat as wetness surged inside him.

Then Fen collapsed, every muscle seeming to go limp, and Ethan felt his length immediately shrink, already beginning to slip out of him. He blinked in surprise. Fen must have had a pretty extreme orgasm if he was already beginning to soften. Then he felt it slip out of him, and the wetness followed.

Ethan made a face. “Do they make condoms for horsecocks?”

Fen took a moment to answer, but his voice was quiet in Ethan's head, almost too quiet. {Why...?}

“Because I'm not exactly sure I like feeling my ass leak after sex.”

Fen chuckled weakly. {You did not complain last night...}

“That's cause you put me to sleep!”

The larger male just sighed below him, not answering.

Ethan poked him. “Why's your voice so weak?”

{Because you scrambled my brain, and I cannot think clearly. Now please, let me sleep. If anything should happen, I need to be rested.}

“Huh? What's gonna happen?” But Fen didn't answer, already having fallen asleep. Ethan poked him again. “Hey! Wake up! What would happen?!”

No answer.

Ethan sighed in agitation, giving in to his exhaustion and laying his head down on that lovely textured skin, closing his eyes and drifting off.

Whatever happened next, at least he was no longer alone.


TO BE CONTINUED