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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 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..."

The fingers wrapped into his feathers made him moan, heat rushing through his body like never before. Everything was new and he'd been starved for it without knowing it. The taste of Adam in his mouth, in his throat, was dizzying. Amazing.

When Adam managed to whimper out his warning Ronan hummed, continuing to work his mouth up and down on Adam's cock. Desperate to fully taste his boyfriend, Ronan didn't pull back, wanting to know what it would be like to swallow.

Adam's moan turned into a whimper at the end, overwhelmed by Ronan's response and the pure love he was being offered. He shuddered, trembling beneath Ronan and gripping tight to his feathers as he came, jetting his seed into Ronan's hot, sweet mouth.

"Ronan," he cried, devastated by the pleasure and affection. "Ronan."

"Mmh."

As Adam came, Ronan swallowed, trying to keep the mess as small as possible. Some come escaped his lips and trickled down his chin. Only when Adam was finished and satisfied did Ronan sit up on his knees and lick at what had escaped, wiping with the pad of his thumb and tongue.

With Adam's semen warm in his belly, Ronan dropped down onto the pillows beside his lover, equally sated. God, Adam tasted good.

"Was that good?"

Adam snuggled into his arms and pressed dizzy kisses along the side of Ronan's face and neck. "That was incredible," he murmured, tracing his fingertips along Ronan's brows and cheekbones, admiring him. "I'm glad to see all of you. I'm so proud to have you as a boyfriend."

Hugging tight, Adam nuzzled at him, refusing to ever let go of his precious lover. Ronan was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Ronan held his arms fast around Adam, pressing as close as he possibly could. To be accepted as he was... it was incredible. Adam was every dream he'd ever had come true. He wasn't so sure Adam should be proud to have him, but have him he did. Ronan's loyalty was no fickle thing. There would never be another relationship for him; he simply didn't understand the concept of dating. As far as he was concerned Adam was the one.

Murmuring, he curled possessively around his lover, stroking along his spine once more with his nails. Whoever had been at the door earlier apparently hadn't quite given up, and the doorbell rang again, twice in a row. Grunting, Ronan refused to untangle himself from Adam's embrace.

"Why're you so popular?"

"Ugh," Adam responded, pulling one of Ronan's wings over to better hide him, even though no one could see them in the attic. "I don't want to get up. We're busy. We've got lots more important sex to have."

Sighing sleepily, he nuzzled again at Ronan, breathing in the scent of him. "I feel so lucky," he mumbled, yawning as they cuddled.

"We're not getting up," Ronan confirmed, unwilling to let Adam go for a second. It was true; they had a lot more important sex to have. Whoever was outside could just fuck off.

Jesus and God, it was wonderful when Adam nuzzled up against him. Feathers puffing, Ronan made a noise from deep in his throat, one of pleasure, as he pressed his face into his boyfriend's hair.

The doorbell rang again and Ronan cursed, yet chose to continue ignoring it.

"I'm the lucky one. You're ... fucking great. Shit." He brushed his lips against the side of Adam's face.

Adam groaned, tightening his grip on Ronan and nuzzling into those feathers. "What do they want? Send Chainsaw to chase them away. And then we can figure out what sex we want to try next."

He smirked a little, ruffling the feathers on Ronan's chest. "I don't, um. I don't know what I'm doing. I just want to keep touching and kissing you. And sex. Somehow."

"They wanna be a pain in the ass. Ugh, and Chainsaw'll try and sneak in here," Ronan complained, "if I open the door. We'll just ignore all of them." It was just Adam. Adam and Ronan. That was all. Off in their own little world.

Chainsaw squawked again, though the noise was from downstairs, no longer at the attic door.

Ronan nodded when Adam admitted to not knowing what he was doing. He liked knowing that he was Adam's first. And, if he had his way, only. "The old man had some books," Ronan murmured against Adam's ear, "that I read. They were shitty, and mostly had sex between men and women, but that's the best I've got. Didn't exactly get the talk once I grew into my adult feathers." Not that he wanted anything like that from Greerish. It'd have been fucking weird.

"What... else can we do?" He felt stupid for having to ask, face red, but he simply didn't know. Touching and kissing was good. But there had to be more, right?

"Well, I'm pretty sure we could find some gay porn to get ideas," Adam said, with a nervous but excited grin. "Or we can just explore between us. I know that, uh. Gay sex often involves anal. Or we can just grind and touch each other. More oral sex. I'd like to suck you off, for sure."

Grinning at his lover, Adam combed his fingers through Ronan's feathers. "Good thing I got that laptop. We can do research."

"Even if it's evil," Ronan shot back, not liking the idea of using the laptop, but understanding that it was useful. It was difficult to pretend to be grumpy, however, with Adam threading his fingers through his feathers like that.

Besides, watching porn with Adam was... sort of appealing. Even if he had no interest in anyone's dick but Adam's, it was mood-setting.

"I'd like that. If you sucked me off." Ronan definitely wanted to feel Adam's mouth on him. Swallowing, he was already getting a little hot just thinking about the different things they could try. "Anal... are you just supposed to—stick it in?" Blushing, he buried himself against Adam's body again. "Fuck. Maybe we can start with grinding and touching. Work up to other stuff."

Adam laughed happily, grinning and kissing at Ronan. "Come on. Let's go get my laptop and get some ideas and technique. And then once we feel inspired, we can try something." Nuzzling him one last time, he got up, reaching for his pants. "Sound good? And maybe lunch before the next round."

Blissfully happy, Adam slid back onto the bed to steal another kiss, and then another one. "Love you," he mumbled, grinning wide with affection.

"I love you."

Ronan greedily kissed Adam back, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him back down onto the pillows. One more. One more. Then just one more. He loved tasting Adam's mouth. If he could suck Adam into his world, keep him in the house with him, forever, he would.

When he finally allowed the kiss to break, he grinned, "Lunch sounds great." After their first foray into sex, he was starving. Even if he shared a lot of qualities with birds, he didn't eat like one.

Letting Adam go, Ronan searched for his own pants. Tugging them on, he opted to go shirtless, stretching and heading for the door.

"Lead the way."

Adam laughed into the first few kisses, and then moaned as Ronan kept kissing him. Dazed with pleasure and love, he was grinning stupidly by the time Ronan finally let him go.

Adam likewise chose to go shirtless, wearing just his jeans and feeling somewhat shy about being so exposed. He wasn't used to it, but it felt right around Ronan. Intimate. Bare.

Heading downstairs, he made them sandwiches, sitting down at the counter to eat and watching Ronan with a blushy grin.

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