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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Fin pulled him down the rest of the way, kissing him soundly and embracing him tightly.

Love hardly covered it really. It was so much more than love... Honestly, Fin didn't believe there was a word for what he felt for the fae.

It truly was all encompassing. Willy called him 'evermore' and that was as best as he could get to the truth. Something beyond simple hormones or affection. He loved Fin as he loved himself- even more than he loved himself.

"Would you have me in the prince's bed?" he teased lightly.

Fin couldn't stop himself from laughing, a sharp and bright sound.

"Oh, you make it sound so bloody rude, Will," he chuckled. "I don't know if I dare, to be honest. I feel like your mum might skin me."

"The first day of spring is upon us...my mother will not even be in the palace," he murmured, sly hands working their way up under Fin's shirt. "There is no one here but us and I can enchant the door to remain closed..."

Fin gasped softly, arching up to meet Willy's touch. Honestly, he didn't need convincing- He was already game.

"What else can you enchant?" he asked in a light and teasing tone.

Willy waved a hand, blocking the door shut and then he brought up the light in the room so Fin could better see the the contrast between dark and light better.

"I can enchant you with but a kiss," he murmured, then pressed his lips to Fin's.

Fin moaned softly into the kiss, letting it linger before speaking again.

"Is all that fairytale nonsense true then? True love's kiss, and all that bollocks... Glass coffins in the woods, and cursed spinning needles..."

"Oh yes, it is all true. Not common, by any means. The tales are famous but rare. I did know a man once who fell into a sleep and his lover agreed to switch places with him even knowing...or rather, not knowing, if in the end his lover's kiss would be true enough to rouse him. It was quite something," he said warmly.

"Is that romantic?" Fin asked, his question genuine. "Couldn't he have just kissed his lover? I mean, true love goes both ways, yeah?"

"Not...necessarily. Sometimes your true love loves another," Willy said sadly. "True love is rare."

"Well- That's a bit miserable," Fin said, frowning a little as some of the magic faded for him.

"No, no, Finlay...it's remarkable. When two people are meant to be, when there is love and more than love, when there is truth...it is not miserable," he promised him. "It is simply mortal struggle to find the true love. And that is a force that drives your kind."

"So how can I know if you're my true love then- Or if I'm yours? What if I just think this is true love, because I've never loved this much before? Is there some sort of test?" Fin asked.

"This is true love," Willy promised. "My chosen...my evermore...this is the purest love, the truest love. We are destined to be together and our hearts are one...I love you, Fin. You are my very life," he said.

"It's strange to think that you're the only person for me. Not that- I mean, It's not like I want anyone else, just- Forever is so long, and it's not like I've got a long history of lovers..." Fin said, stumbling over his words awkwardly as he realized what a twat he must sound like.

"Ah, I see...my dearest heart, if you care to share your body with others it would pain me but you could. I will not limit your joy," he said softly. "Because, yes, in many ways you are so young. I have had many experiences with lovers of all kinds. You should have the same freedom."

"I don't think I'd be alright with doing that to you," Fin admitted. "I don't ever want to hurt you, Will."

"We could be adventurous and ask others to join us- giving you experience and me the privilege of kissing you," he suggested. "Phuoka is an excellent lover...or there's that girl from your viewfinder cast..."

"I'm not sleeping with a cast mate," Fin replied. "...And wouldn't it be weird with Phouka? I mean... He's very handsome, but- Sometimes he's a dog."

"And sometimes I have wings and sometimes I am six inches tall...do not judge the fae as you would men," Willy replied.

Fin seemed to consider that for a moment, then nodded. "He's broader than you are. I've never seen his face, but I've touched it, and it's chiselled, and feels handsome- if that makes sense... I don't reckon he's keen on me though, Will. ...And wouldn't it bother you? Seeing me with- You know, your mate?"

Willy was quiet for a long moment, then he took Fin's hand and kissed each fingertip in turn.

"I think the two of you would be beautiful. And I think he would take great care with you. If I was there it would not bother me. It would wound me if you did it in secrecy, though," he confessed.

"I don't ever want to wound you, Willy. Not ever," Fin whispered. "I love you."

"And I want you happy and satisfied. All your curiosities sated," Willy said and he kissed him. "Let me be with you, with whomever else you choose, and you will not wound me."

"I can't- I can't speak for other people, Will. But-"

But he'd try. ...Maybe he'd never be with anyone else. Maybe he wasn't missing out. Maybe he was being silly and selfish thinking he was wrong to wonder if he was missing something by giving himself to Willy forever.

"Let's not talk about it any more," he said quietly.

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