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39 Excelsior Place was the oldest house on the road.

In fact, 39 Excelsior Place was the oldest house in the neighborhood. Through the years Henrietta, Virginia had mostly kept up with the times. Old, decrepit homes were replaced with bright white houses and wooden fences. The convenience store went from locally owned to a chain. The schools got better. Wifi was available in almost every pubic place.

39 Excelsior Place did not keep up with the times. Crouching darkly at the end of the road, squatting fiercely in its dead end, the house was every bit the past it came from. Tall with gothic architecture, unwelcoming pointed gates, and black bricks the hollow eyes on its gray and white face. Huge windows were long covered with sheets, as had been most of the furniture. Once upon a time the house had been beautiful. Once upon a time, however, was a long time ago. In 2016, most people stayed away from 39 Excelsior Place. Smartly so. Its resident monster hated everyone.

Everyone except for its sole resident, elderly Mr. Greerish. Greerish said he had a family. Nobody ever game to visit so the monster called him a liar. Greerish placidly made excuses, such as They’re very busy and It’s been a while since we’ve caught up. Apparently Greerish had a favorite nephew: a baby when they last met. It had smiled at him once. No one else in the family smiled at him.

The monster called him an idiot. Greerish laughed and returned to his books. That was how they found the old man dead. With a pleasant smile and a book in his lap.

Fine. The monster didn’t care about Greerish anyway. It had only just begun to tolerate him. With his death, 39 Excelsior Place would be free of pests and the monster could hide away from the rest of the world until it eventually died. That was what happened to monsters. He’d read the old books Greerish kept so neat in the bookcase. They all ended the same. The monster was killed, burned, staked. The handsome prince got the princess. Or, in the monster’s personal interests, prince. Not that it mattered.

What the monster did not know was that there was a Will. A thing that had been executed by the local priest out of pity for old man Greerish. There was only one stipulation.

Everything I own, including 39 Excelsior Place, will be so inherited by my nephew, Adam Parrish.

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Adam had never seen Ronan so emotional. So vulnerable. There was a soft core under all that bristle.

Stroking gently at Ronan's head and back, Adam kept him close, arousal flagging a little in favor of emotional intensity. "I love you," he murmured again, loving the way that Ronan hugged him close, like he was something precious. "You were never a monster, Ronan. You've always been my prince."

His grip only tightened with Adam's words.

For someone to say he was never a monster... he didn't believe it, but it eased something that had ached painfully for decades. He did have to snort when Adam called him a prince, peeling back so that he could look up at his boyfriend.

"Really? Your prince?" He offered a grin, laughing a little, "Shit, you deserve better than me. I'm a shitty prince. But I guess you've got shitty taste, huh?"

His expression was soft, tender in a way he'd never shown before.

"If we're gonna be corny as fuck—you're my sunlight."

Tenderness and shock flickered over Adam's face at the words, clearly deeply touched by the affection.

"I think we should be corny as fuck," Adam agreed, blushing and leaning down to take a kiss.

Starving for Ronan after even their short pause in kissing, Adam pushed him back onto the bed, pressing close to him and kissing feverishly.

Ronan loved him.

Pouring everything he had into the kiss, Adam gave himself entirely, wanting to lose himself in Ronan, wanting to give every inch of himself that he could offer.

Ronan fell back when Adam pushed him, opening his arms and welcoming his boyfriend into them. Kissing Adam was like breathing fresh air for the first time. He opened his mouth and kissed back with just as much urgency, need, fever heating his skin. Rather than think about anything, Ronan only allowed himself to feel. Feel Adam. His lips, his tongue, his body. Everything.

Hands wandering again, Ronan took as much as Adam would give. Arching his body up against the other boy, he gave in to the natural desires that plagued him. Cock throbbing, he rubbed his erection up against Adam's leg, he rut with the desperation that had been building up.

Nothing else mattered. Only Adam.

Keening with desire at the way that Ronan moved against him, Adam ground down against Ronan in return, trying to give and receive as much stimulation as possible.

He refused to break the kiss, moaning as their tongues tangled. Kissing Ronan was dizzying. He felt free, wild, happy. Kissing Ronan was like standing in a rainstorm, electric and overpowering, and Adam was in love.

The doorbell rang and Adam ignored it, reaching down to grab Ronan's cock. "Fuck 'em," Adam mumbled, nuzzling at Ronan and nipping at his collarbones, whatever skin he could find between the feathers.

Every time they rolled their hips hard against each other, Ronan gasped in their kiss, returning to it with a vengeance. Biting, nipping, sucking. His pulse was thundering, blood rushing to his cock and leaving him dizzy.

Ronan didn't even register the doorbell at first. Who the fuck was bothering them now? Not that it mattered—Adam grabbed his cock and Ronan groaned, thrusting eagerly into Adam's fist.

"No," he breathed with a cheeky grin, "fuck me." It tickled, the way Adam kissed at his feathers and between them, and he laughed, breathless. Adam nuzzling against his feathers felt amazing. He puffed his chest and his feathers fluffed, not unlike how Chainsaw might, and raked one of his claws through Adam's long lovely hair. The wet noise of his erection in Adam's fist made him shiver and he thrust again, beginning to sweat from arousal and strain.

Adam laughed as Ronan fluffed, and nuzzled his feathers to ruffle them further. Hand quickening on Ronan's length, Adam stroked him, watching him closely so that he could drink in every reaction. "I want to see you," Adam murmured, showering Ronan with light, distracted kisses. "Want to taste you. Ronan."

Shuddering with lust and emotion, Adam bit at him, utterly possessive, annoyed only that he couldn't always find or access skin to bite.

Ronan panted as Adam worked him, overwhelmed but not wanting it to stop. Brow furrowed in ecstasy, lips parted and red, a blush steady on his cheeks. With the quickening of Adam's hand he gasped, lips forming a perfect O, before he tilted his head back and bit down on them instead. God, he wanted to jerk Adam off too, but he didn't trust himself not to scratch with his talons. A single mistake could ruin everything.

So he threaded his claws through Adam's hair instead. Marveled at the way black strands slipped through his nails, how soft it felt against the roughness of his palms.

Slowly, he nodded, breathing still labored. "Y... yeah," he sighed, feathers still puffing from the way Adam nuzzled into him, "yeah. How do you want to..?" He wasn't sure if Adam was asking him to shift back now, or if he meant something else.

Adam wasn't sure what he was asking, but he didn't want Ronan worrying over how to please him right now. "Just relax," Adam said, nuzzling at him more, studying all of Ronan's reactions so he could learn how best to touch him. "I've got you."

He kissed at Ronan's cheek, nuzzling affectionately and keening softly as he did, overwhelmed with love and gratitude for Ronan. "Come for me."

Ronan did his best to relax when Adam bid him, breathing slow and closing his eyes. His hands still lingered in Adam's hair, threading and brushing, combing, very gently scraping his lover's scalp with the tips of his nails. His wings shifted beneath them as he came closer to coming, his face more flush. Twisting and knotting Adam's hair in his fingers, he tugged when he hit the point of urgency, that creeping hot feeling expanding out from the pit of his belly.

"Kiss me," he begged, turning his head to catch Adam's lips with his own. It helped muffle his moans as he rocked his hips into Adam's hand, and helped push him over the threshold to spill himself. Ronan road it out as he came, kissing with desperation and sinking into the sweet numbness of orgasm, dizzying and overwhelming, dulling and making everything incredibly sensitive all at once. It was his first orgasm by another person and it was perhaps the most intense he'd ever had. Soon, he was a pile of sated feathers, lovely and pliant beneath Adam.

Adam returned the kisses as best he could, focusing on what his hand was doing and the reactions he was drawing from Ronan. He whimpered with pleasure and affection, practically trembling with the joy of being able to do this with someone. To belong to someone.

Grinning when Ronan dissolved into panting, sated pleasure, Adam nuzzled close to him, cuddling up against his side and hugging an arm around Ronan's waist. He radiated happiness and approval, far too pleased to mind his own aching cock. "That was beautiful. I've never felt so happy before. My Ronan."

Ronan clung to Adam. Washed in pleasure, everything warm and amazing, all he could do was cling and pant as his body relaxed in the sensation.

When Adam said it was beautiful Ronan blushed deeply, hiding his face in the crook of his lover's shoulder. My Ronan. He liked that. Liked it a lot. And Adam... Adam was his. His Adam. His beautiful, smart, annoying, stubborn human. With shitty taste. Ronan would have him no other way.

Shifting closer, he accidentally rubbed his thigh up against Adam's erection. Oh.

"Lemme take care of you," he insisted, though the how he was going to achieve that was still of some debate. Maybe he should have borrowed Adam's laptop to watch porn. Then he'd have some more creative ideas, other than just using his hands.

"There's no hurry," Adam murmured, stroking the feathers on Ronan's head. "Enjoy your afterglow. You can get to me when you're ready."

He smiled fondly, tracing the smaller feathers along Ronan's brow, combing through them with a gentle fingernail. "You're handsome," he murmured, hopelessly infatuated with his boyfriend.

He let out a shaky breath while Adam stroked his feathers. God, it was no wonder why Chainsaw liked being stroked so much. It felt utterly divine. He nestled against Adam with his eyes closed, making soft noises from his throat when Adam touched him in a particularly pleasurable way.

Then Adam called him handsome. Eyes opening, he leaned back so he could look at his lover's face. "I don't get it," he admitted, resting his head on the pillow as he looked at Adam. "I've always been called a nightmare. Scary. A monster."

He sighed, tracing the pads of his fingers up Adam's arm, "And I always thought they were right."

Adam shrugged, exchanging soft touches and affection with him. "They're wrong. Or I'm wrong, but I don't suppose it matters. Like you say, I guess I have shitty taste, but it's my taste. I like the things that make me happy. If I've got shit taste for liking a foul-mouthed grumpy asshole with a heart of gold instead of some entitled frat boy, then I'd rather have shit taste."

Rolling his eyes sheepishly, Adam tucked his face against Ronan's throat. "I think you're handsome. I like you the way you are. I don't fucking care if anyone disagrees."

It made him feel good, that Adam didn't insist that he was beautiful by all standards, or that the rest of the world was crazy. Really, he didn't much care all that much about what everyone else thought—it was just hard to realize that Adam didn't feel the same way. All that mattered to him how was Adam felt.

And, maybe, if Adam liked him... maybe he wasn't so bad. Maybe it was okay to be Ronan Lynch. To not hate himself so much.

"Okay," Ronan said, cuddling up against Adam. "I like you too. Shitty taste and all."

"I think I have adorable taste," Adam teased, nuzzling at him and then shuddering a little as a wave of longing went through him. "Very cute. Precious even."

He scratched his nails gently through Ronan's feathers, utterly adoring. "My adorable Greywaren." Pressing a kiss to Ronan's cheek, Adam hugged close to him. He belonged somewhere. He was in love.

"I'm not adorable," he complained, pushing his arms around Adam and shifting his weight so that he was looming over the other boy, feathers spread down to create a curtain between them and the rest of the world. Even in the shadow his eyes were a bright, dazzling blue.

"Or cute." Grinning, he showed his teeth, sharp and intimidating. "I'll take hot though. Or sexy. Or... fuckable." Flirting was new for him, but with Adam, he meant what he said. He wanted to flirt.

Bowing his head, he kissed along Adam's throat, nuzzling his feathers down against him. Once he found a spot that suited his tastes, he bit and sucked, tugged, experimented with the softness of human skin.

"All of the above," Adam said, shuddering and arching beneath him at the biting and nuzzling. Ronan's feathers tickled him and the bite of teeth stung deliciously at his skin, lighting up all of his nerves. "Adorably fuckable."

Ronan's feathers curtained down around him, narrowing his world to feathers, blue eyes, and love. "Ronan," he sighed, hands skimming down Ronan's back as Adam squirmed beneath him, yearning for more. "Ronan."

Ronan laughed from his spot against Adam's throat, "That's not even a thing." Moving down, pushing his palms into the blankets to slide, Ronan had fun scraping his teeth along the jut of Adam's collarbone and over his heart. Leaving marks along Adam's body delighted him. The way a blemish formed so quickly after his teeth were gone. Even just scraping left irritated lines; not ones that would stick around for a week like the healthy bite he'd given, but for now, they were pretty on his lover's flesh.

"You taste good," Ronan muttered, tongue darting out and flicking against Adam's chest as he looked up at him from underneath his eyelashes.

"You gonna devour me?" Adam asked, grinning down at him. "Are you the kind of monster who eats young men?"

His fingers rubbed at the base of Ronan's wings, fascinated by it and overflowing with affection for his boyfriend. "You're so pretty like this, Casper," Adam said, happy and relaxed in the safety of Ronan's arms as Ronan explored his body. "I could get lost in those blue eyes."

"Didn't I say that Casper was a little bitch?"

Nails grazing Adam's chest, Ronan went quiet with thought. "I'd eat you. If I was the kind of monster that ate people. You'd be a steak." The thought of devouring Adam was tempting regardless.

So, driven on by that thought, he pushed himself down even more until he was even with Adam's cock. Hands weren't safe, but his mouth was, wasn't it? Adam's scent was muskier, heavier, and Ronan nuzzled his face against the base of the other boy's cock before licking up along the side.

"... You taste good here, too."

Adam laughed at the metaphor, giggling like a kid at how absurd it was. "A steak? That's the most fucking romantic thing I've ever heard. A steak."

His giggling stopped as Ronan moved farther south, nuzzling and licking at the side of his cock. "Fuck," he breathed, eyes widening with awe and desire. "Ronan."

Utterly trusting, Adam's fingers skimmed again and again over the feathers of Ronan's head, urging him on and showering him with affection. "Ronan," he said, like a prayer, all love and wonder.

It seemed like Adam liked it. Ronan glanced up at him and smirked, relishing in the way Adam brushed his feathers. "You can grab them if you want," he breathed. "They won't pull out easily, like birds." They had the strength of hair, more like. Good enough to tug and pull as Adam pleased.

Then he turned his attention back onto Adam's cock. Utterly fascinated, he wrapped his lips around the head and rolled his tongue, wondering what sorts of things felt good. He only knew about oral sex from one of the old man's books; it had been a romance, and there had been one sex scene, where the woman sucked the man's cock and reduced him into a whimpering mess. He'd switched pronouns in his head to relate to it more (the story was awful, but if it was about men, it held his interest) and ever since then, it'd lingered at the back of his mind.

Pushing his mouth down, he experimented in a number of ways. Mostly with his tongue but eventually adding the inside of his mouth, sucking, moving up and down to see if anything got a better response than the act before.

Adam took him at his word, winding his fingers between Ronan's feathers and gripping tight. Everything Ronan did felt incredible, and each sensation was utterly new.

Adam unraveled fast beneath him, gasping and keening at each touch of tongue, each brush of heated lips. He babbled Ronan's name, undulating beneath him and quivering. It felt better than he could have imagined, and the devoted fascination on Ronan's face made Adam's heart feel like it was going to burst.

He had no stamina, having indulged himself only rarely in self-pleasure and never with anyone else. "Ronan," he whined, pleading and whimpering as he tried to manage words against the onslaught of ecstasy. "Going to... going to come..."

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