With You, I Am Whole

"Are you okay in there? What happened?" Eli shouted from the other side.

"I'm not sure. What the hell is that noise?" Finn replied, covering his ears with his palms.

"Is it okay if I come in there?"

Finn looked around him, crossing his legs to appear somewhat decent. "Sure, if you can stop that fucking beep!"

Finn had to physically stop himself from sighing at the sight of the other man. He looked disheveled, yet somehow completely elegant. His dark framed glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose and his hair was a complete mess. But his long confident stride made you think this was all intentional. He wore only a pair of black pinstriped shorts that hit just above the knee, going shirtless so he could stretch his wings. His feathers looked slightly rumpled and Finn started to feel guilty about interrupting whatever he had been doing. He had said earlier that he was going to be in his office. He was probably deep in thought, working hard, when Finn cut in on his concentration by doing whatever he had done to start that awful sound.

Eli quickly looked around as recognition dawned on his face. He walked to the wall adjacent to the tub and reached up, depressing a large button on the front of the small round smoke detector. He one in every room as well as a full security system, just in case some idiotic dogmatist decided to do more than throw a stone or two.

"Setting fires are we?" Eli said, turning toward the blushing Finn still in the tub.

Finn said nothing, just held out his pack of cigarettes, making only brief eye contact with Eli. Eli chuckled at the shy young man. A Numen who went out with their wings on display didn't strike him as someone who normally got so flustered. "Keep 'em, Finn. I don't care if you want to smoke here, just let me know what room you're in and I'll turn off the alarms. I don't smoke myself, but I have a couple of ashtrays lying around for guests who do."

"Th... Thanks," was all Finn said as he smiled weakly. Being in such close proximity to Eli was driving him crazy. If he looked up it only got worse, so he kept his attention focused on the water surrounding him. It didn't help that he was almost painfully hard beneath the surface, and he hadn't even been touched. He prayed that Eli couldn't see his arousal as he shifted awkwardly in the tub, but he wasn't going to venture a look into those eyes to find out.

Eli had seen. He smiled a silent knowing grin, feeling better with the realization that his feelings (well, his lust at least) were returned. It did make him feel better, but it only made him want Finn even more.

He crossed the room to the small nook with shelves piled high with fluffy red towels. He grabbed one and walked back to Finn, setting it down on the edge of the tub along with some fresh gauze and tape he had been carrying. "Go ahead and finish getting cleaned up. I've got breakfast ready in the kitchen when you're done. You drink coffee?"

Finn nodded. "Okay, I'll get you a cup," Eli said, stiffly walking to exit the room. "See you in a few."

Eli stopped after closing the door and pressed his back against it. That was too intense for him. He had been attracted to the boy before, but now it was if the pull toward Finn was intensified tenfold. He stood there, stock-still as he caught his breath. If he could just get through breakfast, maybe he'd be okay.

On the other side of the door, Finn was on the verge of breaking down. It had taken every reserve of willpower he possessed to not throw himself at Eli, to beg the other man to take him then and there, to ease the pain of his desire. He couldn't take this much longer.

Finn quickly finished washing himself, being sure to scrub his wings spotless. He really needed to occupy his mind with something else and he always hated the feeling of his wings when they were dirty.

When he finished, he stepped out of the draining tub and got to work at re-bandaging himself. He picked up his pack of cigarettes and wrapped the soft ruby colored towel around his hips. Finn glanced at his disgustingly grimy jeans on the floor and decided to dig through Eli's closet to see if he had anything that would fit him - at least until he had his own pants washed.

He walked back into the bedroom and toward Eli's closet. He opened the door and was shocked at its size. It seemed like everything in this apartment was deceptively large. Finn entered the cavernous walk-in, but it was not just the size of the closet that surprised him, but the sheer emptiness of it. Four or five NNSD coats hung in a row followed by no more than ten shirts of various colors and styles. There was a little bit more of a selection in pants, but none of them seemed like they would fit Finn's slimmer body. In the far corner of the closet, there were several shelves stacked with dozens of white T-shirts and a couple of pairs of gray sweat pants. That would have to do.

Finn dropped his towel to the floor and shimmied his way into a pair of the sweatpants, pulling the drawstring waist tight around him. He picked the towel back up and went to fetch his dark jeans and underwear from the bathroom floor and tossed them in Eli's hamper in his closet.

He ambled up to the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door and gave himself a once over. He probably wasn't going to win any beauty pageants today. His bruises were beginning to fade, and the road rash on his cheek was starting to sting less than he remembered. That was a plus. He tossed his shaggy hair to the side and smoothed the front down across his forehead. Good enough.

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For an apartment with a bathroom so large, Eli's kitchen was absolutely miniscule. It possessed only the basics: refrigerator, oven, sink, coffee maker, microwave. There was a small black lacquered table with three modern-looking clear acrylic chairs surrounding it.

Eli was waiting in one of these chairs, nibbling on a piece of toast when Finn entered. He couldn't take the eyes off the boy when he walked in. He was wearing a pair of his own shabby gray sweat pants, but on Finn they looked like the sexiest thing Eli could imagine. The thick cotton hung low on Finn's hips, almost as if they were trying to drag him do the ground with them. His lips looked red and swollen, probably from all the nervous chewing he had abuse them with. His wings looked better too. Not a spot of blood or grime remained on their snowy nonpareil perfection.

"You look better," Eli choked out, trying desperately not to sound.. well, desperate.

Finn lowered his head and blushed.

"Here, have a seat, I brought you out an ashtray," Eli said, kicking out the chair opposite him with his legs beneath the table, "Your coffee's getting cold."

The pair sat in near complete silence as they ate and drank. Finn occasionally took a drag from his cigarette he held tightly in his shaking hand. They passed occasional glances across the table. Most of the glances came from Eli's direction, as he watched the boy wrap his soft lips around one of his black cigarettes, a plethora of fantasies running through his head as Finn tried to avert his gaze from the man who he wanted more than anything else at this moment. It was a little awkward to say the least.

When Finn drained his coffee and finished his eggs and toast, Eli stood to clear the dishes from the table. As he put the plates and forks into the sink, Finn rose to try to make a quiet escape into the bedroom, anywhere where he wasn't this close to Eli.

Eli turned around to fetch the empty coffee cups from the table and suddenly collided with Finn.

Both men were shocked and stood completely still, breathing heavily chest to chest. Finn stared down between their bodies as Eli closed his eyes and inhaled his scent. He smelled like soap and cloves and strawberries and lust. He smelled like home.

Neither man moved for what seemed like an eternity until Finn lifted his gaze to look at Eli. Eli stared back into those eyes - the glimmer of sapphire and emerald, the confusion and need, the hurt and adoration.

"Eli," Finn whispered. He didn't have to say anything else.

Finn was the one to make the first move this time, leaning forward and stretching upward on tiptoes to taste Eli's seductive mouth.

The visions came again, but this time it didn't stop the two. It felt like a drug, spurring them on to explore and claim and worship.

Finn opened his mouth, his tongue slipping out from between his lips, begging for Eli to do the same. Eli was quick to oblige, his tongue slipping into Finn's mouth. The kiss became deeper, hungry, anguished as Eli became desperate for more of that sweet taste. His hands roamed over Finn's bare shoulders, tenderly brushing every inch of smooth exposed flesh as if he were trying to take the hurt away completely. He laced his fingers in and out of the soft downy feathers of Finn's wings, delighting in the way the young man reacted with a gasp or a moan against his lips when he brushed past a particularly sensitive spot. Finn locked his arms around the taller man's waist, clamoring for an opportunity to get their bodies even closer.

Unsurprisingly both men were already hard as they could both feel through the negligible amount of clothing between them. They pressed themselves closer, as if trying to pull the other into each other's skin. Finn rotated his hips against Eli as their tongues continued their struggle. He broke the kiss briefly, gasping for air. "Fuck... NeedyouEli," Finn blurted out in between his gulping breaths. 

Eli bent forward, dropping soft kisses along the boy's jaw and neck. Hands resting firmly on his shoulders, Eli began walking backward, guiding Finn into the bedroom and closing the door behind them with a click.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, something switched in Finn's head. He suddenly lost all interest in the tenderness they had been sharing thus far. Something wild lit up behind his eyes, like he wanted to consume Eli whole, to tear him to shreds, to savage him the the way he wanted to be savaged himself. Finn stretched his arms up, tightly gripping Eli's shoulders as he pulled himself up, as if he were a child climbing a tree. He wrapped his legs around Eli's waist, sharply thrusting against him as he pressed the other man's face harder into his neck.

Though Eli was shocked by this abrupt change, the surprise was nothing if not pleasant. He felt Finn's long pale fingers twine in his hair as his soft affectionate kisses on the boys neck turned to passionate nips and bites. He could feel Finn writhing against him, his hard cock trapped between them, begging for attention.

Eli crept forward in the direction of the bed and laid Finn down gently, extricating himself carefully from the boy's limber legs. He undid the button of his shorts and quickly stepped out of them, his dark grey briefs following quickly behind. Finn choked a little on his breath as he watched with wide-eyed wonder. "You're so fucking beautiful," Finn whispered, lying helpless on the bed before him. Eli smiled in an almost sneer and he narrowed his eyes as he growled, "Pants."

The loose sweatpants Finn was wearing were barely holding onto him as it was, so shimmying out of them was no difficult feat. Eli looked Finn up and down, licking his lips, as Finn tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth, an animalistic desire burning in his sharp lovely eyes. Eli just stood, transfixed with the beauty in front of him while Finn ached for his touch. He couldn't take it.

Finn stood in front of Eli, grabbing his upper arms and swinging him around, so he fell back into the soft embrace of his wings on the bed, his legs hanging over the foot of the bed, bent at the knee. His cock arched up to his navel, the head glistening with pre-cum. This time it was Finn's turn to lick his lips as he sat, straddling Eli's thighs. He bent forward, the white feathers of his wings brushing over Eli's skin, causing him to involuntarily twitch. Eli reached out to cup Finn's sweet face in his hands. Finn nuzzled into the touch for a moment before bending to place soft kisses and sharp nips all along the smooth olive skin of Eli's abdomen, trailing down toward his prize.

Finn flashed his eyes up the man's body, looking into his lust-clouded eyes before he dipped his tongue into his navel, just avoiding his touch-deprived cock. Eli groaned at the feel of that agile tongue as Finn thrust it in and out of his navel, reminding him of exactly what he wanted to do to that supple body above him. Finn shifted back just a little further on Eli's legs as he bent down once more, raking his fingernails down Eli's sides. Eli squirmed in pain, immediately followed by pleasure as Finn trailed his tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to the up to the tip, licking and nipping at the sensitive underside before enveloping the head in his supple mouth. "Oh, shit..." Eli said as his eyes rolled back into his head, trying to stop his hips from bucking upward as Finn suctioned him, little by little past those lips.

Finn suddenly released him, sitting up and smiling at the now distressed man. Eli's eyes popped open looking questioningly at Finn who was still smiling at him almost sweetly. "Let's go," Finn said looking absolutely delicious as he licked the taste of Eli from his lips, savoring it.

Eli shook his knees beneath Finn's ass, "Up!" he ordered. He sat up as Finn did as he was told. "Now, on the bed, face down," Finn liked that he was giving orders.

Once Finn had completed his task, Eli stood behind him, admiring the sliver of smooth skin on his back, his massive white wings stretching on either side. Eli put one hand on each wing, stroking the soft feathers beneath his fingertips. Finn shuddered at the touch. Eli crouched down over the boy's back, placing a kiss at the base of his spine as he continued to twist his fingers in the white plumage. His tongue crept out of his mouth as he began to lick a slow figure-eight just above the smooth cleft of Finn's ass. Finn began to grind his hips down into the mattress below him, his body undulating in a sea of pure white. Eli, relishing the boy's reaction, let his tongue relax against the boy's skin and began laving a lazy line slowly up his spine. He paused at the gap between the unpigmented wings. Eli was now straddling Finn's waiflike waist. "Roll over," he breathed across the back of Finn's ear. Finn obliged almost instantly. "I want to see your face," Eli whispered against Finn's lips as he sucked the boy's bottom lip into his mouth, kissing him deeply before he shimmied down to the foot of the bed on his knees.

He sucked a long digit into his mouth then slowly dragged it down Finn's body and between his thighs. Finn gasped as he felt Eli's finger pressing against him. He really wanted all of Eli inside of him, but for now, a finger would do. Finn pushed his hips down against the slight pressure Eli was applying and the warm digit slipped inside. Eli placed his other hand on Finn's hip trying to calm his now frantic movements as he shimmied beneath him, still aware of the three-day-old stitches beneath the bandages around the boy's waist.

Eli slipped a second finger inside, wanting to make Finn as comfortable as possible when he took him completely. He slowly worked his fingers in and out of Finn's warm body, curling them at the knuckle and scissoring them apart as he continued. "God, Eli... Please... enough... just.. please!" Finn panted, pleading for more, pleading for Eli, pleading for his lover.

Eli removed his fingers and spat into his palm, working his hand along his aching shaft, his saliva mixing with the copious amounts of precum he was already producing. He gripped the back of Finn's knee, wrapping the long limb around the small of his back. He looked deep into Finn's eyes, giving him his final opportunity to say 'no', his final opportunity to push him away. Finn had no such intentions.

Finn dug his heel into Eli's back as Eli gripped his cock, pressing it against Finn's entrance. Finn bore down on him immediately, wanting as much of Eli inside him as was possible, as fast as was possible. Eli's head popped past the tight ring of muscle and, with massive encouragement from Finn's heels spurring him on, continued pressing forward, burying himself inside the lovely, lovely Finn.

Finn cried out as Eli completely filled him, not even feeling the pain, the drugging effect of being with Eli filling him with pure unadulterated pleasure. He wrapped his arm around Eli's back the almost opalescent ivory of those gorgeous wings clashing with the smooth tattooed skin of the long slight limb. He weaved his fingers into Eli's feathers, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper.

Eli started to move his hips with a fluid seductive motion, rotating and thrusting simultaneously his hands stroking all over Finn's body, his supple skin like velvet to the touch. He leaned down, kissing Finn deeply as he began to thrust harder. Finn never had to say a word. It was as if his body was telling Eli exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed. He quickened his pace, sweat beginning to shine on his chest and neck pumped in and out of that tight and wanton body.

Eli's wings stretched out above the two, covering the writhing bodies like a canopy. Finn's breath was sharp and hot against his neck as he exhaled forcefully with every driving stroke of Eli's body. Eli sat up straight and pulled Finn's leg higher and over his shoulder, getting a better angle as he began thrusting past Finn's prostate. Finn's heavy breath grew shallow as he got ever closer to the approaching precipice of orgasm. Eli bit down on the tender flesh on the side of Finn's knee as he reached down, gripping the younger man's hips as he began to slam forcefully into him. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against tender skin, as their sighs and groans rushed toward a crescendo.

Eli reached down to stroke Finn's cock, kissing and laving the now sore spot on the inside of his leg. The soft touch was all Finn needed.

He tossed his head back, his tousled dark hair falling on and around his face. His breath seemed to leave him completely as he came in almost complete silence, arching his back off the bed toward Eli. His muscles contracted all over his body as he shook, his cock expelling cum all the way up his chest and over Eli's hand.

Eli thrust his hips forward with one sharp crack - a collision that Finn would probably feel for a full week afterward - Finn's clenched muscle becoming too much for him to handle. He pumped his seed deep into Finn's body as he slowed down his strokes. He savored the feeling of Finn, so warm and slick and inviting.

Eli bent down, not wanting to leave Finn's body yet, and kissed the younger man softly on the lips.

The pair rolled over on their sides, arms reaching out, and claiming one another - a tangle of hair and feathers and limbs. They finally settled with Finn curled up against Eli's warm heaving chest his arms linked around his waist as Eli rested his chin on top of Finn's head.

Eli stroked up and down the boy's body as they lay in comfortable silence. His fingers traced along the tattoos covering Finn's arm as he spotted the red and gold heart wrapped in a banner.

"What does this one mean?" Eli spoke softly to Finn.

"It's Dutch," Finn said, turning his face, so his ear rested above Eli's heart, "My mother was from Belgium. She used to say it to me all the time when I was a kid, 'Met u, ben ik geheel'. It means 'With you, I am whole'."

Eli felt tears well up in his eyes as he snuggled his lover - his mate closer in his arms. "She must have loved you very much," he said, planting a kiss on Finn's forehead.

"She did," Finn spoke as a bittersweet smile formed on his lips.

There was a slight pause before Eli spoke up again, "Finn, I..."