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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"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.

"As you wish, precious. I will not ask you to do anything you do not wish," Willy replied, then began to lay down lazy kisses, flashing another memory of how beautiful Fin was, laid out on the pillow.

Fin didn't want to see himself though, he wanted to see Willy, his fingers moving to touch the fae's face. He knew it by heart, every sharp line and smooth slope, but he loved feeling it beneath his fingers still.

"It's not about the people even," he admitted after a moment. "I just wonder if it's different. If other lovers feel different. ...Sorry, I'm not- I should shut up," he said, laughing nervously.

"But of course, Fin...what of this...think of someone you might like to be with. The reason does not matter. Pretty face, charming sense of humour. Think of someone and I will be that person for the night," he offered.

"I don't want you to e someone. I want to be here with you," Fin assured him. "I didn't even mean, like- It's not asthetics, or, I dunno, girth, it's- I dunno. I don't know. It's... God this is embarrassing. I need to learn to shut my mouth."

He wet his lips, then spoke just a little softer. "What's it like to be with someone who doesn't love you? What's it like when they want you more then you want them, or vice versa? What- What's it like when they're angry, or I dunno. What about mad blokes who dress up like foxes before they shag? That's all I mean. I mean, not that I want to shag blokes who dress up like foxes, but you get the point, right?"

"You are curious about the variety of humanity," Willy replied in understanding. "Another day I will tell you all I know. All of women and men, of connection and the thrill of not even knowing a name. I will tell you of fetishes and delights. Pleasures and oddities. But not tonight, my love. Tonight I only want to be with you, yes?"

"Yeah- Alright Will. Okay," Fin agreed, though stories weren't what he wanted. Not really.

It all had him a bit tense, and he rubbed his eyes a bit as he sat up and dug his eye drops out of his pocket.

"Would you?" he asked, offering them to Willy. "It's easier when someone else does it still."

"Of course," the fae replied and he shook the bottle before uncapping it. But the magic that permeated the palace made the milky drops shimmer blue, something Willy didn't notice as he administered them to both eyes.

It felt different, and it tingled as he blinked a bit.

"Did you do something to it?" he asked quietly, blinking again and then rubbing his eyes, even though he knew he shouldn't. When he opened them again, however, he could see.

...Well, he could see a little anyway. It was like looking at the world from underwater. Just shadows and blurred colours everywhere.

"Oh my god."

"I only shook it up," Willy said with concern. He took hold of Fin's face to look in his eyes. "Are you hurting? What has happened?"

"No- I can see you!" Fin said, sounding as shocked as he felt. "I mean- I can't, you're... It's like looking at a Monet while standing way too close, but- I see you. I see- I see colours and shapes... Kind of. ....It's bloody amazing."

"Perhaps it is the magic of the realm," he said, smiling. Whatever it is, I am glad for it. We will enjoy it so long as it lasts."

Fin nodded, silently praying it stayed for good as he touched Willy's cheek.

"Oh my god... I've missed this so much," he confessed, tearing up slightly as he did his best to focus on Willy's face. It was blurry, but it was definitely Willy, and he let out a sob of joy as he cupped the fae's face with his hands.

Suddenly he didn't care about new experiences or other people. ...This was all he needed.

Willy was overwhelmed by the feelings flowing in Fin, feelings he could feel in his own heart.

"Evermore," he sighed softly. "Oh, how I do love you..."

"It's so good to look at you," Fin confessed. "I miss seeing you, Will. You don't know how hard it is, havin' that snatched away from you. ...IT was like losing part of myself completely..."

"Oh, Fin," he replied, the tone in his voice cracking as if it were his own heart. "If only I could give you your eyes back. If only..."

"Don't... Don't say that. Maybe this will last. Maybe I'm alright now, yeah?" Fin replied, daring to sound hopeful.

"It could be so," Willy agreed hopefully. The palace is a place of wonder, Fin. Things happen here that can happen nowhere else."

Fin nodded, then smiled even brighter than before.

"God, look at you... You are so fucking lovely, Will. You've no idea how beautiful you are to me,"he insisted, pulling the fae in for a kiss.

WIlly melted at the compliment and he kissed Fin deeply. He wanted the young man body and soul and tried to get as close as he could, holding him in strong arms.

Fin was soft and pliable in Willy's hands. It wasn't just magic though, something about the fae just made him that much weaker, and that much more likely to agree and acquiesce.

Willy could have asked him to climb to the moon, and Fin would have tried to do so. ...There was little Willy could ask of him that he wasn't eager to give.

"I want to give you the greatest of pleasures," Willy said softly. "Shall I kiss you? Make love with you? Do you want to dance or see the realm or hold one another til our flesh becomes one...what would you prefer of all the joys I could give you?"

"All of it, anything," Fin insisted. "You're always trying to please me, Will- But I'm thrilled already tonight. I can see you- that's everything to me right now. ...Tell me what you want. I want whatever will make you feel as good as I feel right now."

"While you can see me I want you to memorize me. I want you to touch me. I want you to...I could bring you charcoals and paper. Would you draw what you see? And then I want to fall into bed with you and make your body sing with delight."

"I could try and draw... I've not done it since- Well, since before the incident," Fin said, sounding a touch nervous.

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