I was checkin' out this new local band called Shag Giles down at the Trocadero. They were pretty hard and heavy and had a good punk flavor, without soundin' like total rip-offs. They were pretty tight for as young as they were. I think at least two of them were vamps, though, maybe all four of them, so maybe they weren't as young as I thought. Anyways, they did a few of their own tunes, then they launched into a real kick-ass cover of "Anarchy in the UK." So I left Fen up on the balcony to watch my beer, and I went downstairs to join the sheer madness that was the pit at that point. I ducked, elbowed, squirmed and fought my way up front, and climbed up on the stage. The bouncer had already spotted me, and was plowing through the crowd like Godzilla through Tokyo. So I turned around, spread my arms wide, closed my eyes, and just let myself fall. Felt a hundred hands hold me up, while the music pounded in my skull, and the lights burned scarlet against my closed eyelids. I was weightless, I was free, I was the music and the energy and the heave and swell and stomp of the crowd beneath me. We were one wild, restless creature, bound by bass and drums and screaming guitar and a rough hoarse voice yelling,
"I wanna be... ANARCHY!"
We all roared the chorus. I was hoping that maybe the Looney Tunes were right--you wouldn't fall as long as you didn't look down--maybe I could float forever. And then I hit the end of the packed crowd, and I brought my feet up over my head, and flipped over, and landed on my feet in the middle of the pit. I was immediately sucked in, bounding along, slamming into one shoulder, bouncing off another, engulfed in heat and sweat and a hundred voices raised in angry song. And then the chaotic circle broke and reformed, and I spun off from it, and found myself pogo-ing in front of a pair of double D's inside of a ragged and only half-buttoned gas station uniform shirt. Cool. I bounced and I stared until I was pretty sure that my first impression was correct, yup, that cleavage went on forever.
All was good until the boyfriend of the Breasts that Swallowed Cleveland showed up. He gave my shoulder a good, hard, deliberate shove, and I spun around with my fists up and my mouth twisted into a snarl--and I froze. And looked up. Frigga, this was one big boy. Huge and awful mean-lookin', with the long black devillock, and a bunch of face piercings, and tribal tats running along the shaven sides of his head and even down along his neck. Oops. So I started to duck out of the way, but he caught me on my other shoulder, and gave me a shove that spun me around and into a few other guys. They showered me with curses as they elbowed me away. I turned back around fully expecting to see Devillock Guy looming over me, and instead saw the back of a curly dark red head. Fen.
Now, Devillock Guy was easily half a head taller than Fen, and he was pretty damn thick to boot. But Fen didn't give an inch; he was right up in this guy's face, this low nasty growl bubbling from his throat. What was weird was that I heard him loud and clear, despite the music, and I'm pretty sure Devillock Guy heard it too, because he blinked and took a step back. Fen turned his head to look for me, and Devillock Guy saw that as an opportunity to take a swing. It never connected. Fen's hand came up even before he turned back around, and I couldn't see what he did, because his body was in the way, but he leaned abruptly one way, and then the other, and I heard Devillock Guy scream. And then Double D Girl was shoving past me to get to him, screaming, and oh shit, I think we got that bouncer's attention again. I grabbed Fen by the hand, and he gave me a startled look as I dragged him through the crowd to the door, to the tune of Shag Gile's "Apathy Slam."
We went right out the door, and around the corner, still holding hands, and I was a total spaz, I laughed and bounced and let out a ringing "Whoo!" Yeah, it was good to be alive, it was dark and misty, and the air was bracingly cool, but not too cold, not enough to bring me down from the rush I was on. Fen gripped my hand tighter, and ducked with me into an alley, and I tripped and nearly fell over some broken down and soggy cardboard boxes. He caught me by the front of my shirts, shoved me up against the wall and gave me a kiss. He tasted like beer. I stopped laughing and moaned into his mouth when one of his hands slid between my legs. Fen broke the kiss only to whisper harshly in my ear.
"Someday we might go out without you starting a fight, tá?" Which was a nice thought, but unlikely as hell.
"But I wanna... make sure... you have... fun too, baby..." I gasped between kisses.
"I do not need to break a man's wrist to have fun, m'lord." His attempt to chastise me would have been much more believable if his eyes didn't have that wicked twinkle in them.
"Uh huh... sometimes you break other stuff... oh fuck... Fenny..." One of his hands had found its way inside of my pants, and my hips jerked, driving my cock further into his fist as he leaned over for another kiss. My knees buckled, and he shoved me back again with his other hand, pinning me against the wall with a brutal force.
"Bet that other guy wouldn't have left half the bruises you do." I mumbled around his hungry mouth and searching tongue.
"You are my tighearn to bruise, not his. And my way of doing it--'tis a great deal more fun, tá?" Fen growled back.
"Hel yeah..." Couldn't argue with that. Whatever I was gonna say next was caught in my throat, as Fen dropped to his knees. My hands fisted in his curls as his mouth closed over the tip of my cock, and then slid down, taking me in. He sucked me good and hard and fast, his head bobbing on the end of my cock, his growl buzzing along the length of it. It didn't take me long to come, my whole body tingling, everything I was concentrated, magnified, and given up to that hot ravenous mouth. I let my head fall back against the wall, never letting go of his head, my cock still throbbing and my body still jerking helplessly.
Fen swallowed, rolled my cock around his mouth before sliding me out, totally ignoring my feeble protests. He pried my hands free of his hair, leaned back on his heels, panting, and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
I tried to collect my thoughts, and failing that, I tried to get myself looking semi-presentable again.
"Can't believe I'm fuckin' zippin' up my fly in an alley in the middle of town. I'm going to Nifleim."* I informed Fen.
Fen didn't answer, but gave me one of his weirder expressions, half amused, half pure wicked lust. His grin sported prominent canines. I wondered if we were gonna make it home this time. Last time he wore that face I ended up getting fucked over the trunk of somebody's big brown battered '83 Eldorado. Not that I'm complainin', mind you. I was just wonderin'.
We didn't say anything to each other on the way home. But I was aware of him. So aware of him it almost hurt, so aware it made the hair on the back of my neck curl. The way he wants is almost overpowering. I looked up when we hit the corner of Market St. Looked up and our eyes met, and suddenly the rest of the world was a meaningless blur. I bit my lip and he touched my hand briefly and I heard myself make a stupid little noise. He smiled and looked back at the busy street in front of us. Godsdamn him and the stuff he can do to me with just a look. He probably doesn't even do it on purpose. When the light changed I started walkin' as fast as I could, head down, leather creakin', metal jinglin'. We were home in no time at all, but it still took way too damn long, s'far as I was concerned.
I opened the outside door, and the hallway smelled like burnt cabbage. Up the stairs I could barely hear him following me, his steps were so light and quick. I opened the door to our apartment, let him in, closed it and locked it again. He disappeared into the kitchen. Our apartment smelled like sandalwood mixed with the lingering scent from my last joint and the musky scent of the sex we had earlier.
I turned away from the door, shrugged off my jacket, and I heard this desperate little noise behind me, half growl, half whine. I turned around, and Fen was standing right there. I was staring into his chest, just about. All the time he's been with me and I still haven't figured out how the fuck he moves so fast and quiet. Sometimes I swear to Frigga he's a fuckin' ninja from the seventh level of Hel.
I didn't get a chance to say anything, because he just grabbed me and he kissed me hard. Pulled me so tightly against him that I wondered why I wasn't on the other side of him already. That kinda hurt, those hard rough hands of his, and I started squirming, trying to loosen his grip. That made for some really nice friction, and I forgot all about him hurting me, now I was just grinding for grinding's sake. Gods, that felt so good. I started to pant, and he growled louder, and his hands were working, they pulled at my pants. So much for foreplay, I guess. He was hard as a friggin' steel post and he wanted inside me now, and you know what? I didn't have a problem with that at all.
Fen got all annoyed and gave my pants a good hard yank, and I heard fabric tearing, and I was just about to give him shit for that, but I lost my balance and fell down. He just stood over me, looking down and panting a little. His mouth was still very red and swollen. I wanted to feel his mouth on me again. He dropped his pants and his cock was also very red and swollen. I wanted to feel that too. I wanted him now, I wanted all of him, I wanted him to fuck me and I never, ever wanted him to stop.
"Yes, my tighearn. That's what I want, also." And I was a little surprised, 'cause I hadn't realized that I'd said that last bit out loud. He dropped over me, on his hands and knees, and just looked at me for a minute. Then he let out another growl and kisses me again. It was hot and it was long and I was going fucking out of my mind, I was moaning and grabbing him and pulling him all the way down on top of me. Oh fuck... my cock was pressed up hard against his stomach and his was rubbing against the inside of my thigh, and we started grinding again. The only thing that kept me from coming at that point is the fact that the floor is so fuckin' hard. No way in Hel was I gonna let him pound me here. He'd fuckin' kill me.
"Fen... floor, ow... sofa." I sorta mumbled the words around his tongue, and luckily for me, he'd gotten really good at understanding what I'm saying with my mouth full. He nodded and grabbed me and hoisted me back up on my feet again, but my legs didn't want to cooperate, so he lifted me up completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, and he bent over for something else on the floor, and then he was up again and we were kissin' our way across the room to the sofa. He threw me down and himself on top, spread my legs and started working at his cock, and then I could see that he'd grabbed a bottle of oil. That must have been why he headed for the kitchen first thing. I love Fen. He's always prepared. He's a godsdamn boy scout. Okay, a real single-minded horny-as-all-fuck Boy Scout that can kill with his bare hands, even. Fen finished lubing himself up, and spread my legs and he immediately started working his way in. Fuck preparation, the coaxing and teasing, the fingers, forget all of that shit. He hurt, he fuckin' burned, and I was just dying for him, my hips were jerking against him, my hands were grabbing his ass. There was a whole lot of gasping and groaning and growling mixed with my swearing and pleas to assorted deities. The neighbors were probably trying to decide if we were having sex, or an exorcism, or were being mauled by a pack of dogs. Maybe all three at once.
Fen's thrusts were coming hard and fast and he was hitting me in just the right spot, and I swear to Frey, if I hadn't come soon, my brain was going to melt. He must have read my mind or somethin', because one hand wrapped around my cock and started pulling. I totally freaked out, thrusted into his hand and slammed back onto his cock, completely out of my mind, practically screaming his name. Fen rode me like a champ. His other hand was on my shoulder, pinning me to the sofa, and his face was absolutely fierce.
"Mine!" he snarled at me, "My Tighearn!" and I shouted back,
"Yeah! Yours! Oh fuck yeah! Fen!"
And it was buildin', and oh gods, I was coming, and I couldn't fuckin' stop. My cock was just pumpin' and Fen was still thrustin' and squeezin', and everything was all brilliant white light. And then I felt his teeth on my shoulder, and he bit down real hard, growling, and the shock made my whole body convulse, made me scream, "Rowan!"
He came inside me. I felt the heat of it flowing though my body as he collapsed on top of me, trembling.
"Mine..." he whispered, repeating what he had shouted earlier. "My tighearn."
"Yeah, baby," I whispered back. "All yours. Always."
He just looked at me, panting a little. "I am worried, m'lord. This stranger that is searching for you. I fear if this noble Sidhe finds you, there will be change with us."
"No baby. No change." I studied his face. Looked into those strange light-colored eyes. "Not s'long as I'm breathin'."
"I will ensure that you breathe." Fen said all quiet-like. "I have sworn my life on it."
I shook my head. "I don't wanna be stuck here without you, baby. So no givin' up your life, 'kay? I want you to defend us. Me and you together. Together just like this, baby. Not just me." 'Cause there ain't no me without him. There can't be. Not now.
"As it pleases you, m'lord." The real quiet guy sitting in front of me was a million light years away from the possessive, snarling deamhankin that had just fucked me senseless not ten minutes ago. I reached out and tugged one of his curls.
"Hey, Fenny. We'll be okay, right? We can't stop livin', just 'cause somebody was lookin' for me. For all we know, he coulda given up and left. Anyways, we can take care of anything that hits us. We'll just take it as it comes, alright?"
Fen nodded, and I pulled him down on top of me again, and he held me tight. I was dying for a cigarette, but I didn't wanna ask him to move. We stayed that way for a good long time.
* Nifleim = world of the dead.