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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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"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.

Before he headed out after Adam, Ronan eased back into his human form, losing the feathers. He felt much too awkward in his true form to wander around the house like that. He hadn't done that in years.

Chainsaw squawked and landed on Adam's shoulder once he entered the kitchen, a piece of folded paper tucked into her beak. She refused to give it up, however, until both boys were settled down with their sandwiches.

Ronan kept stealing glances at Adam, unable to keep away.

"What's that?" he said pointedly at Chainsaw while still looking at Adam. She dropped it in front of Adam. Upon opening the note, Adam would find a rather lovely message: Sell your house or I'll burn it down.

Adam's jaw tensed at the note, brow furrowing with rage. "I can't decide whether I should call the police first or a lawyer. I can't believe... shit. Maybe Gansey. Gansey knows how to deal with things like this. Or Henry would."

Pushing his food away, Adam started to pace, overcome with worry. He wasn't selling the house, that was for sure. Burn it down? Who was that evil?

Ronan continued to munch on his sandwich, not looking particularly worried about the prospect of his house burning down. Casually, he tossed Chainsaw a few pieces of meat. She gobbled them up and fluffed her feathers.

"The police'll probably just tell you it's a prank," he said, watching Adam as he paced the floor. "A lawyer doesn't really help when it's some anonymous fuck." Even if there was someone with a clear motive as far as selling the house went.

Shrugging, he continued, "Your friends might have some advice, but do you really think we need them? I think there's an obvious answer."

Adam frowned, but he stopped pacing, sitting down to consider Ronan's advice. He didn't see the obvious answer, and wasn't sure why Ronan was so calm. This wasn't the sort of thing he'd ever dealt with before. He was used to a more private, honest sort of cruelty.

"What's the obvious answer?" he asked, rattled and upset by the threat. Adam had always lived life as a victim. Now he had money to protect him, but he wasn't sure how to use it.

And, perhaps more importantly, he had Ronan to protect him.

"We catch the asshole that thinks they're going to mess with us."

Standing, Ronan wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders to soothe him. "That's the first letter, right? Usually they leave a second one. Fuck, even if they decide to show up and try to set the place on fire, we can catch them then. When my dad made this house—... it won't catch fire. It can't."

Niall Lynch had dreamed up the perfect house for his family. When he discovered that his son wasn't exactly human? He'd put in extra precautions.

"Then we make sure they understand that trying to set fire to people's houses is fucked up."

Adam didn't get it. Not fully, but he decided that he was willing to trust Ronan's judgement. And if he objected to any of Ronan's ideas, he cross that bridge when he came to it. "All right. I trust you." Adam rested his head against Ronan's, uncertain. He'd never had someone to protect him before, and he wasn't sure how to go about this.

This was their house. They weren't giving it up. No matter what.

Ronan threaded his fingers through Adam's hair. He wasn't worried about catching a human, especially the one he suspected of being responsible. The worst part about it was having to interact with anyone else. But, this was not something they could let pass. Get bullied into selling the house? Fuck that.

"We need a plan," he said, still combing his fingers through Adam's hair. "To catch a crook. Where did you find that?" He pointed that question to Chainsaw, who cawed. "The front door? Okay. We set up something around the front of the house. I'll keep watch at night."

Chewing his lip, he considered, "Would dropping a box on someone work?"

"A box?" Adam repeated, laughing and relaxing a little at that. "You'd need a pretty big box. It's a little bit Home Alone."

Taking a deep breath, he kissed Ronan's cheek. This all felt unreal, planning to deal with his enemies with such utter confidence that they could. "And what do we do when we catch our crook? Have you got a plan for that part?"

"I'm not super great with plans," he admitted. "Maybe tie 'em up and toss 'em in the basement? Though then we'd have to feed them and that sounds like a pain in the ass." He gave Adam one last firm squeeze before stepping back.

"It probably depends on who is doing it, right? It's probably what's her face, but if it's someone else... guess we need to play it by ear."

Grabbing a glass, he filled it with water from the sink and took a swig. "Whoever it is, they won't hurt you. I won't let them."

Adam thought it over, putting away the last of the food, including his half-eaten sandwich. "I think we just need to scare them. Can you dream up a motion detector we can stick by the front door that will take pictures? Then once we know our culprit, we can show up in their bedroom in the middle of the night with you looking like some bloody, fanged, horrifying monster. Less cute than your actual form." Smirking a little and feeling better that he could tease, he slid back into Ronan's arms, reassured by his warmth. "I think the mood has been ruined. I'm going to find a book. Why don't you see about dreaming up a motion detector? And then we can just chill on the couch for a bit."

"So much for very important sex stuff," Ronan sighed dramatically, nudging his chin up so he could rest it on top of Adam's head. "We'll have to make up for it next time, I guess. And I'm not cute, damn it. I've made at least four kids piss themselves."

Motion detector... sure, he could probably do something with that. Breaking away from Adam, he headed into the living room to drape himself back across the couch, hands folded on his stomach. Sleep didn't come easily; it took him a good while to calm down, to really close his eyes and begin to dream.

When he woke up about half an hour later, it was with a sudden jerk and a small black box in his palm. Panting, he held it out to Adam, trying hard not to shake as he did so. Sometimes dreaming felt as easy as breathing, but mostly it felt like he'd run a marathon with no breaks. There was something he wasn't doing right, he knew, but it wasn't like Niall Lynch was around to teach his heir.

Adam wandered around while Ronan slept, browsing books. He'd some in the basement that had looked particularly old, so he went there, poking around until he found a heavy black book with ornate detailing on the cover. The contents seemed to describe either complex astrology or magic spells. Curious either way, since the book looked ancient, Adam carried it upstairs and settled on the couch, leaning against Ronan while his boyfriend slept.

Ronan twitched away, panting, and Adam also twitched, startled. He set the book aside, taking the box and setting it on top of the book. Both could wait. He could tell that Ronan was jittery after the dream, which seemed to be the norm, so Adam leaned down on top of him and kissed him to help ground Ronan and calm him down. Sliding his arms around Ronan's neck, Adam grinned into the kiss, feeling his heart swell with affection.

Ronan latched onto Adam like the boy was a lifeline. It was comforting to have someone hold him after he dreamed. Doubly so when that person was Adam. It soothed him, and for a few minutes he struggled to even his heart rate and ease himself down from the high of his dream. It hadn't even been a bad one, this time.

Relaxed yet drained, Ronan returned the kiss, subdued. When he pulled back he studied Adam's face. He had allowed the match to drop into the ocean and ignited the flames. Every inch of his soul burned for Adam. Tracing his fingers along the side of the other boy's face, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Did the best I could," he said after a moment, dropping his hand. "It'll take pictures of anything that moves. It'll work in the dark. I tried to cover every base I could think of."

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