willysilver

Fin

The night was young and the bar had been packed. Willy had not played, he'd only been there with Fin to enjoy the band. But the crowd was thick and Willy was a bit tipsy on white Russians and he dragged Fin out of the bar and into the night.

"Mmm, my love, what do you wish?" he asked, Fin's hands in his own. He pulled him close and kissed him, lips then brow. "I will give you your grandest desire, you need but ask."

Hardly a new offer- they both knew Fin's flights of fancy were Willy's pleasure to fulfil.

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"Not completely. They think my left eye might be repairable though, to an extent. I'll be able to see a bit out of it. Enough to see colours and basic shapes... Maybe even enough to read very large fonts. Maybe," Fin replied, wanting Willy to understand that it wouldn't be some wonder operation.

Willy caught Fin's face in both hands and held him quietly for a moment.

"Then I will bestow upon your surgeon the best of luck so that he will have the most success he has ever had," Willy said. He would do anything he could to help Fin. Anything.

Fin smiled at that, nodding and leaning in to kiss Willy gently. "Thank you," he said softly.

Willy kissed him delicately, nipping at his lips.

"Shh, now," he said softly. "Come...where now? Ice cream? Home? The singing grove in my realm?"

"I'd like to see your room- Your room back home, I mean. Though I suppose that's not possible- What with your mother and all," Fin said softly.

"We could slip in," Willy said slyly, hands roaming Fin's sides. "Would you like to, really? We can find a doorway easily."

"Yeah," Fin nodded. "I know you'll have to describe it to me, and we could do that well enough anywhere... But I'd like to be there. To touch things that mattered in your youth."

"Then we will go. Come..." he said, slipping his hand into Fin's to take him away. This part of the city was terminally new. They needed to find and older doorway, a much older one, to take them to the palace.

Fin was so accustom now to being led everywhere, that he didn't hesitate to be guided along. Willy would lead the way, keeping his bath clear as they moved through the city.

"You don't talk about home much," he noted.

"Finlay, I do not think you understand just how many years I have lived in the mortal world," he said. "When the Romans came to Londinium I already lived among the Picts. When they built the great wall I watched their folly. I moved through the continent fleeing the arms of the church. I went to America when it was little more than a tobacco garden planted among the natives' crops. Hundreds of years. Thousands, my friend. What I recall of home is so very distant," Willy explained.

"God- You are... You are so bloody old," Fin said, looking both sheepish, and stunned. "I must look so small to you. Practically a bloody newborn."

"Every year spring brings new life and in the course of a season things live and die. Fruits ripen and are harvested. You have years, Fin. A mortal lifetime- and more than that now since I tampered with your heart. You are hardly a newborn, but I do love what a breath of fresh air you are," Willy replied warmly.

"You talk utter nonsense, Willy Silver," Fin teased gently.

"Surely I do not," Willy chuckled. "And even if it is so, you are charmed by it, do not deny it," he said,

"I'm charmed by you, Willy. Everything you have to offer," Fin replied softly.

"To say such a thing is the sweetest compliment...and it is sure true in reverse. You have charmed me, Fin. You have enchanted me and I am so dreadfully in love with you," he said as he glided against the young man and pushed him up against a wall so he could kiss him briefly.

Fin couldn't see it coming, and let out a startled noise as he hit the wall.

"Oi! Warn me before you do that," he laughed softly.

Willy pressed him into place with the solid weight of his body. Hands skimmed his sides and Willy brushed his lips along the man's jaw.

"Did I startle you, precious? A thousand apologies..."

"I can't see you coming is all," Fin laughed softly.

"Should I make a noise? A shhh..." he said, the sound getting louder as he got closer and kissed Fin soundly.

"Or a zzz..." he whispered, his hands coming up to touch his face.

Fin giggled, playfully pushing Willy back with a smile. "Wanker," he accused gently.

Willy laughed well and true and nuzzled in against Fin's neck.

"Oh, I do love you, my precious," he said. "But this is not getting us to my chambers..."

"Mmm, right, sorry. Lead the way, my prince," Fin laughed.

Willy stole one more kiss, utterly charmed by Fin, then lead him along through the city streets. They approached a cathedral and Willy took Fin through the grounds to an outbuilding. The arched doorway lay in shadow, thick vines twining up around it.

"Here we are," he said, passing his hand over the doorway. Then he took hold of the handle and opened the door. Inside was no dank little storage area- instead it opened into a dim but oppulant chamber with glittering gems and gossamer drapes. It smelled sweet like fresh fruit. As they stepped through candles lit themselves.

"Come into my room," he said softly.

Fin held Willy's arm, not wanting to trip or fall in an unfamiliar space.

"It smells lovely... Tell me what it looks like, Willy. Tell me everything I can't see," he begged softly.

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