Rooftop One-Shot: Alterations

AN: Here's a little Rooftop one-shot that DOESN'T TAKE PLACE DURING THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE. Ethan has a surprise waiting for him.



Ethan sighed heavily as he stepped past the front door of the cabin. God, it felt good to be home. Going into town was just too tiring. It didn't help that he was still not that great at driving. And that jeep they needed to get through the forest was a little too big for him. But, it couldn't exactly be small, not if Fen wanted to drive it.

Which he did. Constantly. It seemed the larger male had a penchant for off-roading.

But it served its purpose, and Ethan only had to use it for errands. Like today, he'd gone grocery shopping and gotten some new clothes, both for him and for Fen, though the other hardly ever wore them. He'd even bought some new vegetables to plant in his garden out back.

“Fen?” He called, unpacking one of the bags with perishables in it. “You home?”

{Yes.}

Ethan glanced up, searching for the other, though there was no one in sight. Where was Fen? The mind-link allowed them to converse over vast distances, so Fen could be anywhere. In the next room, reading a magazine, or across the forest, bathing in a stream. Then again, if Fen heard him call, the larger male couldn't be that far.

Loading his arms with food, he crossed to the fridge. “Where are you?” He asked, putting away the eggs and milk, and opening the breadbox to stuff the bread inside.

{There is a surprise for you in the bedroom.}

Ethan snorted. “That doesn't answer my question. Are you in the bedroom? Cause I could use some help putting the groceries away. Come give me a hand, why don't you.”

{I am sorry, but I cannot do that.}

His brows furrowed and Ethan quirked a brow, glancing to the bedroom door. “And why not?”

{Come find out.}

Nope, Ethan didn't like this one bit. Sighing angrily, he put the rest of the cold foods away and then crossed to the bedroom door, positive that Fen had something ridiculous up his sleeve. “There better not be a-”

But what there better not be, never made it past Ethan's lips, for on his bed, on his and Fen's bed, there was a young teenage boy, sprawled across the sheets and looking at him enticingly. His throat seized up as he took in the scene.

Fen nowhere in sight, but this boy, this...stranger making flirtatious faces at him. Ethan's brain momentarily shut down and he just blinked, trying to make his eyes work correctly.

Clad only in tight red underwear, the boy bent his legs, sliding them up the sheets and sitting up like some imitation of a mermaid perched on a rock. The boy smiled sweetly at him, green eyes twinkling. He had piecey black hair, with long pointed chunks falling in front of his face and messy in the back.

Ethan was sure he'd never seen him before in his life, though...he couldn't help but feel there was something familiar about that face.

But this was inexcusable. Absolutely, positively inexcusable. And Ethan's vision went red.

“Fen!” He screeched, reeling away from the bed and searching angrily for his mate. “Did you bring home a hooker?! How dare you!”

The boy on the bed suddenly shifted, laughed sweetly. “Ethan.”

He turned, seething, towards the half-naked intruder. “You get out!” He ordered, looking to the floor for the boy's clothes. “I don't care what he paid you, you just get the hell out!”

“Ethan, it's me.” The boy snickered.

With one more poisonous look to the harlot lounging on his bed, Ethan was at his limit. “I swear to god, if you don't get out right now, I'm going to throw you out.” Then he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. “Fen! You get your ass out here! Right this instant! You're in big trouble, mister!”

{Ethan.}

He stomped his foot, panting angrily. “Now!” How could Fen have done something like this? Something so stupid? He brought home a hooker? Some underage prostitute to fuck? “Fen-!” His voice cracked and his eyes began to burn, making him wipe at them. “Get out here, and....” A sharp breath made him cling to the countertop in the kitchen. It was beginning to sink in. Fen had brought him a hooker. Someone else to have sex with. Or someone else to have sex with them. Which was so messed up and treacherous, he couldn't even handle it, and his legs grew weak as his voice followed suit.

{There is not a prostitute in the bedroom, my little love.}

“No!” Ethan wheezed, whipping his head up to glare at the empty room. “Don't you dare call me that! I can't believe you!”

{I am the only one in the bedroom, Ethan.}

He scraped his sleeve over his eyes, snorting. “What, you got rid of him already? Sorry, but that's not going to cut it. And why aren't you coming out?! Or talking in your real voice, huh? Afraid to face me? You should be, cause I swear to god, when I see you, I'm gonna-”

“Is this better, little love?”

Ethan froze. The voice had come from the room he'd just left. But it hadn't been Fen's voice. It hadn't been deep and skin-tingling and spine-shaking. No. It'd been soft and sweet. Almost too soft.

Cautiously, he approached the room again, his eyes still wet from angry tears but all at once his whole body calming. Being near Fen always made him feel calmer. So...That meant Fen must really be behind this door, but...What did that mean?

Gulping down his sudden uncertainty, Ethan twisted the doorknob and opened the door. “...Fen?”

The open door showed him the same scene as before, though this time, the boy on the bed didn't look so seductive. Instead, he looked worried.

“It's me, Ethan.”

The voice was different, and the body something completely foreign, but Ethan suddenly knew...

“Holy shit. Fen, what have you done?”

The black-haired boy smiled in relief at him, sitting back once more and giving him a sultry look. “Don't worry, it's not permanent. I did this for you, love.”

“For me?” Ethan squeaked, eyes wide and his hand still clutching at the doorknob in shock. Green eyes, framed by black lashes, peered back at him, set in a sweet young face with pink cheeks and curved lips. The boy's body was slim and curvy, with hips almost too girlish to be masculine and adorned with pink pointed nipples. On closer inspection, Ethan recognized those tight red briefs as his own. That explained why there was no strange clothing on the floor.

But, why...He shook his head, trying to make sense of this. Why would Fen turn back into a human? And a...different human, at that. Why not his old form? The fact that his mate could apparently morph into any form at will was news to Ethan, for he thought Fen had only one choice.

Though, thinking back on it now, that didn't really make sense. The ability to change shape, but only into one other kind? Not likely.

“The human form I chose before was the least difficult for me, since I had to change very little about myself. Just making myself shorter and changing my skin and altering my eyes. So, that is what I changed to when I was a human. Keeping everything as similar as possible to our original form makes it easier for my kind to do this.” Fen shifted, rising up to his knees and presenting himself with a smirk. “This took a bit more effort.”

Ethan tried not to stare at Fen's new body too openly. Gone were the muscles and the long, strong limbs. Instead, Fen was...cute. And Ethan felt like he were being adulterous just by looking.

“Can you...” He blushed, averting his face. “Can you just...keep your eyes normal? Cause...I kinda feel like this is...cheating or something.”

A pleased laugh from the other then the bed creaked. “As you wish, love. Look.”

Ethan did, sparing a covert glance up to Fen's face, seeing those silver orbs peering back at him. The familiarity there had him sagging with relief, breathing out happily. It wasn't so strange when his mate's eyes were staring back at him like that, identical to what they usually were. “Thanks.” Ethan whispered, feeling a little silly.

“Of course, my love. Anything for you. Now, come here.” Fen murmured with that glint in his eyes, that mischievous gleam that meant Ethan was going to get it.

He giggled nervously. “What exactly...What does this mean, exactly?”

Fen inched forward on his knees, holding out a hand invitingly. “What does what mean?”

Biting his lip, Ethan felt his cheeks get hotter. “This...Your new shape. Why'd you do it?”

“Oh?” One slim black eyebrow rose in amusement. “You mean, you don't know yet?”

Ethan only shook his head.

“Hmmm...” Fen purred, leaning over to brace himself on his hands and knees. “I want you to fuck me.”

The tips of Ethan's ears caught on fire and he stumble back several unsteady feet. “Wh-Wh-What?!” There was no mistaking the meaning in those words. Their inflection explicitly clear.

Ethan. Fucking Fen. Not the other way around. Not like normal.

“Yeah...” Fen growled, sounding almost ridiculous since his voice was pitched so much higher due to the smaller body. “I want it so bad. I want to make you feel good.”

Ethan gulped, fighting the urge to adjust himself in his jeans. The way Fen was talking was so...dirty. Purposefully naughty, to make Ethan feel just like he was now. That slow heat building in his pants and making his stomach tense.

“I've been thinking about it for a while now. But I knew because of our size differences, it would probably be uncomfortable for both of us. But, even in my other human form, I would still be too big to be adequate for you, so...” He gestured down at himself, his mouth twitching playfully. “I did some research.”

In an instant, everything clicked, and Ethan gasped. “That's what that magazine was for!” A few months ago, he'd found a dirty magazine underneath their bed, and it hadn't been his, so Ethan knew it was Fen's. But try as he might, he couldn't figure out why Fen would want it. The other claimed to have no interest in other human bodies, except for Ethan's, of course. And Ethan believed him. Because he could feel the truth in those words with the help of their Bond.

Fen made sure to keep the reason for having that magazine hidden away in the deepest part of his head though, so Ethan couldn't find it.

Now it made sense, finally, and Ethan was greatly relieved. “So, you just used it to...What? Find a cute twink to mimic?”

“Correct.” Fen said softly, stepping off the bed now and closing the distance between them. “I wasn't sure how to make myself proportionate and I wanted to make sure I was pleasing to the eye.” Inches away from Ethan, Fen stopped, lifting his arms to drape over Ethan's shoulders and pull him closer, small hot breaths brushing onto his lips. “Don't you want to?”

Did he want to? Of course he wanted to! He was still a man after all. Though, before this moment, ever since he'd been with Fen for the first time, he'd never once considered switching roles. It was just too odd. Because Fen was big and he was so small, the mere thought of making love like that to the winged male was physically difficult.

He hadn't been sure that he'd fit, or that Fen would even feel him if they'd done that.

Ethan knew he was...smaller than average, even for his physical size, and he didn't like to draw attention to it. Thankfully, Fen knew of his insecurities, and made sure Ethan was aware at all times that he was never disappointed in the size department.

And because Fen was always the one to...do the fucking, Ethan never really needed to worry about his size. There was no need. He fit nice enough in his hands, and even nicer in Fen's grip, so why be concerned with such things? But now, now Fen was standing so close, all petite and demure, daring Ethan to just...just...

Could he? He wasn't really sure, but there was no doubting he wanted it. A heat sparked low in his stomach, slowly flaring brighter as he stood there, the shock slowly lessening, and realized that Fen was truly beautiful.

From so close, Ethan could see he was actually slightly taller now. But Fen was gripping the back of his neck, sharp nails digging into his skin and pulling him down to a kiss.

{So, am I pleasing to the eye?} Fen teased, arching his slim hips forward into Ethan's and tilting his head back to play submissive.

Though it was obvious Fen was in control of this completely. Ethan could only helplessly grasp at Fen's naked back, holding on as he was kissed, as tongue slid into his mouth and licked at his teeth and lips, drawing his own out to twine together.

Fen was giggling suddenly. {I guess I am.}

Ethan knew his erection was obvious, angrily protesting its confinement and his hips unconsciously pressing forward to Fen's own. Slim, dexterous fingers climbed inside his shirt, tickling his ribs as they lifted the offending article of clothing up and over Ethan's head. It was strange, Ethan mused as Fen stripped him, to have to tilt his head down as they kissed. To have to be careful of his weight, lest he accidentally hurt or fall onto Fen's smaller frame.

Usually, he could throw himself around with abandon, but now, he was wary of just how rough he could be.

{Be as rough as you like.} Fen conveyed, kissing away from his mouth and down to his neck as he lowered to shove Ethan's jeans down his legs. {I can take anything you got.}

Something swelled up in Ethan's head, some new realization that he could be in control if he wanted to. Experimentally, he pushed Fen backwards, away from him. At the sight of his mate stumbling back from the force of his arms, Ethan couldn't stop from grinning. Even though Fen looked momentarily hurt.

{Why did you do that?}

But Ethan wiped that sadness away with another kiss as he stepped forward and gathered his mate up in his arms, pulling him closer and throwing them both down to the bed. Fen's soft voice hitched at the contact of back to mattress, but Ethan covered his mouth again, wanting nothing more than to touch.

“You're pleasing...” He rasped, running his hands down Fen's hips and reveling in the new feel of them. A strange part of him liked this thrill he was feeling. The thrill of the unusual.

It was Fen beneath him. Fen who was pushing at his shoulders and making little chirping noises in his throat, but unlike every other day; Ethan was the one in control. Halfway, at least. Well, not really. But he was heavier.

That was something, at least.

And Fen, try as he might, couldn't seem to shove him off. Or maybe he wasn't really trying to shove him off? Ethan broke the kiss to pull away a few inches. “What's wrong?”

Fen was wheezing, looking surprised. “Crushing...Me...”

“Oh!” Ethan blinked, pushing himself up onto his forearms and blushing. He'd been so focused on having the upper hand for once that he hadn't even realized his mate was struggling to breathe. “Sorry.”

Once he caught his breath, Fen smiled up at him. “No, it's okay.” He laughed once. “Didn't expect that. Now I know how you feel.”

But Ethan shook his head. Fen was always careful. So Ethan had better try harder or he'd end up screwing this up. And that was the last thing he wanted. To take this gift Fen was giving him, and ruin it. So, with renewed resolve, he let himself carefully lay back over Fen's diminutive body, observant of his mate's ability to breathe.

Fen was beaming up at him, those silver eyes warm and shining with arousal. He smirked again, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Ethan's neck. “Mmm...Make love to me?”

Ethan almost choked. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was happening, wasn't it? This wasn't a dream?

{I assure you it is happening, love. Now stop stalling.}

Blushing, Ethan let himself be pulled down for another kiss. The feel of Fen's soft, wet mouth was enough to blank out his mind for a moment, and his hands began wandering again, though being more careful of his weight this time.

A careful brush over his mate's backside had Fen bucking up into him, and Ethan found himself groping harder, growing hotter at the sound of Fen's flossy moans. The other had never made sounds like that before, and it was difficult to function properly with such distraction.

But somehow he managed to help Fen wiggle out of those red briefs, flinging them off to the side and leaving his mate naked. Upon seeing that Fen had made himself completely proportionate, Ethan flushed down to his toes. Fen's cock was small and very hard, a bright red color and leaking.

“Whoa...Fen...I did that?”

“Mmm...” His mate breathed, eyes falling shut. Narrow hips made little circles, thrusting up in search of Ethan's body. “Yes. Please do more?”

“Uh...Yeah. Okay. Uh...How...?”

But Fen was already sliding out from under Ethan, rolling over and raising up. “Like this...” He whispered, getting onto his hands and knees and resting his head on a pillow. “It's easier like this...” His hips wiggled, brazenly offering his bare backside.

Ethan cleared the lump in his throat and scooted forward on his knees, running his palms reverently over that soft pale skin. Fen wasn't usually this pale, but then again, he wasn't usually this small, so Ethan didn't pay too much attention to it. Though, it was lovely to look at and lovelier to touch.

His cock was aching by now, still stuffed painfully in his underwear. With one last longing look to that perfect rear end, he shifted his gaze to Fen's flushed face. “Lube?”

“Yeah...Here.”

The bottle was pulled from beneath a pillow and offered backwards. Ethan took it and popped open the lid, squeezing some onto his fingers and smearing it around. It was now or never, and he gulped again as he lowered his glistening fingers to that puckered pink ring of flesh before him. The lump in his throat just wouldn't go away.

Fen gasped at the contact, arching back as Ethan spread some lube around that opening. The sight of his mate so desperate sent his blood pounding through his ears, and he had to steady himself by gripping Fen's hip.

Though Fen was trembling slightly, he didn't protest as Ethan gently eased one finger past that restricting ring of muscle, shivering nervously. He'd done this to himself before, so he'd known easily how far and fast he could go. Now all he had to go on were Fen's reactions.

A subtle roll of hips. That soft hitch of breathing when Ethan pushed a little deeper. If he didn't know what to look for, he might have missed those signs. But Ethan was good at this, after doing it to himself so many times, and in minutes, he was adding more lube and another finger.

“Ethan!” Fen arched, his voice a sharp whisper.

That reaction was how Ethan realized he'd grazed Fen's prostate. And he gently stroked it again, absorbing every unrefined shudder the other made. Scissoring his fingers, Ethan marveled at how soft and slick Fen was. Surely he wasn't that smooth.

{No...} Came Fen's weak thoughts. {You are just as soft inside. Your insides are like silk.}

Ethan coughed awkwardly, embarrassed by the odd compliment. Instead he twisted his fingers.

“Ehyaah! Ethan!”

Fen was definitely ready. And Ethan couldn't wait anymore. He was about ready to burst. Carefully removing his slick fingers from that tight opening, Ethan grabbed more lube and coated himself thoroughly. Then the bottle was discarded and he was gripping himself, aiming for that stretched hole and inching forward.

As his head pressed to that twitching skin, he paused, unsure. “Slow? Or...all at once?”

Fen's voice was soft, but steady. “All at once. I can take it.”

Ethan pressed forward, breaching that ring of muscles easily, but gasping as his cock was engulfed by heat and pressure. It almost made him stop, but he forced himself to keep going, listening for any sign of protest from his mate. There was none. Except both of them wheezing like their lungs were broken.

Ethan stopped only when he was completely sheathed, and he pet at Fen's back, trying to calm both the other and himself.

Fen's breathing was stilted, with little soft grunts at the end of each puff of air, and Ethan could barely manage to keep his eyes open because it just felt too goddamn good, but he saw how Fen clutched at the sheets, and he knew what the other was feeling.

That fullness, that stretch of his insides. Ethan's ass clenched sympathetically as he fondly remembered how good Fen made him feel when he was inside him.

Hopefully, that was how he was making Fen feel now.

“Uhhhn...E...Ethan...”

Reaching one shaking hand out to lay a flat palm to Fen's back, Ethan softly stroked along pronounced ribs. “Y-You okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?”

Other than slight shaking and those little fingers still fretfully digging into the bed, Fen seemed okay. He nodded, slowly, clearing his throat and arcing up into Ethan's hand. “Yeah, I'm...f-fine. It's just been a long time...so...so give me a minute, okay?”

Ethan breathed heavy, relieved this wasn't going wrong. So far. The last thing he wanted was to mess this up, his first time like this. What he really wanted was to make this good for Fen. Though, he was having difficulty staying upright. Except for his grip on the other's hips, nothing was preventing him from falling over. Being like this, clinging to Fen's body, with such a tight, constricting heat surrounding his cock, it was taking all his willpower not to just come.

Especially when Fen started squeezing his muscles, constricting around Ethan's length like a vice. “Ah, god!” He slumped forward, wrapping one arm around Fen's waist from behind and clinging to the other. “Fen...You're so...” Tight. So goddamn tight and almost enough to make Ethan spontaneously orgasm. That delicious backside was milking him, and if it didn't stop, Ethan wouldn't last another minute.

Wanting nothing more than to give his mate at least a moment of pleasure, Ethan withdrew his hips, and shoved back in, still bent over Fen's back.

“Nnn{Ethan!}ah!”

The clenching ceased abruptly, and Fen's whole body shook as Ethan tried to process what Fen just did. The other had moaned and telepathically screamed Ethan's name simultaneously. The effect had his ears ringing, and he wanted to do it again.

Withdrawing once again, he wrapped his other hand around Fen's stomach, pressing his cheek over the other's spine. Then he slammed in, forcing the other forward on the bed.

“Uuunnn{Wait!}nggh!”

But Ethan didn't wait, he couldn't wait. He knew Fen wasn't in pain, not by the way he was sounding, not with those raptured moans spilling past his hips. His hips settled into a known rhythm, his body's instincts taking over as he started thrusting into Fen's welcoming body. God, this felt good. Almost too good, and he had to bite his lips to concentrate on keeping pace.

Fen was a mess beneath him. “Ethan! Oh....Uhhhh{EthanEthanEthan}nhnn!” He was moaning unrestrainedly, voice breaking each time Ethan slid inside, yet he was mentally chanting Ethan's name, like some reverent litany. That pixie face tilted to the side, and dazed silver eyes slanted backwards, meeting Ethan's blue silently.

“Fen...Oh god...” Ethan wasn't sure he could hold out much longer. Fen felt too good. Much too good, and he knew he was going to come much too soon. With one of his hands, he groped for Fen's cock, finding it pulsing thickly between his mate's legs.

Fen hissed as Ethan wrapped his fingers around him. “Ethan!”

“You...You close?” Ethan rasped, giving his mate a few shallow strokes.

But Fen didn't even answer before he was bucking backwards, his ass clenching tightly and his cock spasming in Ethan's hand, spurting thick out onto the bed and his hand.

“MmmnnHhhah!” Fen screeched, hands flying back to claw at Ethan's ass and pull him in deep, still coming in Ethan's hand.

The feel of claws had Ethan doing a double-take, and he glanced down to see Fen's fingers ending in familiar claws. Like he was losing control of his form. And that made him lose control.

His body seized up, quickly thrusting forward a couple more desperate times, and then he was coming too, releasing Fen's length and hugging tight to his mate's back as he tried not to hurt him. His cock exploded, or it felt like it anyway, and Ethan whimpered as he skirted the edges of darkness in his vision.

Then he was panting harder than he'd ever done and falling backwards to the bed, unconsciously dragging Fen along with him. He accidentally slipped out, and winced when Fen tensed with a whimper.

“Sorry...” He murmured, pulling his mate close for a cuddle. But Fen shook his head, slowly laying his cheek of Ethan's chest.

They lay in silence for a moment, but then Ethan laughed. “Wow!” He whooped, grinning from ear to ear as his breathing settled. “That was amazing!”

Fen's silence prompted him to glance down, and he noticed Fen's face was very pink. Though something was odd about it.

There was a pinkness to those cheeks having nothing to do with a recent orgasm. And Fen wouldn't look him in the eye.

“Hey, you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

Fen shook his head, shifting to detangle himself from Ethan's hold, sitting up and avoiding his eyes. “No, I'm fine.”

“Did you not like it?” Ethan began to worry. He'd wanted so bad not to screw this up, and it seemed he had. “I'm sorry, Fen.” Dejectedly, he hung his head.

There was a sigh, and soft shifting sound, then the bed dipped much more than it should. Ethan lifted his head to see Fen had returned to normal Fen. Wings and all. And then he knew. If Fen couldn't stand to be small in that body for a second longer, Ethan must have made it very unpleasant.

{No, Ethan.} “That's not it.” A clawed hand lightly framed his jaw, making him look back up. He was met with an awkward smile. “I actually liked it quite...a lot. Uhm...More than I thought I would, actually...”

Relief surged through Ethan, and he launched himself at his mate, happy he could again. “Really?”

Fen's voice was strained, and Ethan could feel his cheeks were very red. “...Yeah.”

“So, we can do it again?”

Fen's answer was a reluctant cough. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want.”

“Yeah.” Ethan breathed, nuzzling Fen's neck. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Fen was quiet, his chest rumbling with faint purring, but then he picked Ethan up, laying them both down and collecting Ethan into his side. “Let's talk about this some other time. I'm kinda tired, so...Let's just take a nap, okay?”

Ethan was still grinning. Fen had liked it! Though...He did seem sort of embarrassed for some reason, which Ethan couldn't really understand. But whatever the reason, Fen would probably tell him later. But the exciting thing was they could do this again! Ethan still loved their normal lovemaking, but it had been really nice to do it this way too.

Hopefully, Fen would let him much more in the future.


THE END