He didn't bother wasting time to even switch on the lights as he pressed the body against the wall of his bedroom.

He needed a distraction, something to remind him what it felt like to be this close to someone. They stumbled around looking for the bed, tumbling onto it when they finally located it.

He needed to feel SOME control, needed it. He gripped fingers into skin, pressed hard and fast into the willing body. The moans, the attempt to "talk dirty" were completely lost on him. He wasn't doing this for fun, he was doing it for release.  The man was eager enough and encouraged the rough treatment.  He gladly obliged. He was thankful for the darkness and once his eyes adjusted he had quickly closed them, not wanting to see the strangers face, but another entirely.

It took him awhile, but he finally found release and they lay next to each other in the dark for a moment each catching their breath.

They both threw their hands over their ears as a resounding crash pierced the silence. He quickly pulled on his boxers and switched on the lamp, searching for what in the world could have been the source of that sound, but he found none.

It was enough to freak out his ... guest, and after a few awkward laughs he was once again alone. As he headed towards the bathroom something on the floor caught his eye. The green stone shaped like a star... somehow it had fallen from it's spot on the shelf and broken apart into smaller pieces.

He carefully picked up all of the fragments, still trying to determine what the heck could have made that noise. As he stood he looked at the emerald sphere, still exactly as he'd left it, except something was different.

As he touched it, it fell apart, revealing a jagged crack down the center splitting it in two.  

"What the hell."

He grabbed the remnants of the stone and added them to the contents of his other hand, He didn't know why, but he just knew it meant something bad, something wrong. He meant to drop the pieces in the bin on his way out of the room, but at the last moment he changed his mind and set them on his dresser next to the purple bottle.  He didn't know why he wanted to keep them, he just did.

He lay in bed that night staring up at the ceiling, remembering the amazing feelings he had been left with after his dreams the night prior.  For once he opened himself up to them, hoping to feel something once again.

__

"Guess what?"

The fae let out a sigh as he shook his head. "You and your guessing games."

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically. "This is important. My parents are leaving in a couple of hours. They'll be gone alllll week."

The boy obviously didn't quite understand. "I am sorry. Did you want us to camp until they come home?"

Scott made a face. "No... Babe, they won't be home. I have the house to myself."

He tilted his head trying to follow, but missing his intent.

"You can stay with me. You can stay in my room with me. We can play playstation and watch movies and I can show you the internet."

Finally a smile lifted his lips. "You've shown me the internet on your phone."

"But this is better! Come on. Please? It's only for 5 days"

"I will have to give an excuse for my disappearance, but I do not think it impossible to accomplish."

He let out quite the undignified squeak as Scott gripped him by the waist and pulled him completely against him. "I can't wait to have you for 5 whole days."

He giggled. "I'm glad you are able to make time for me."

He sighed. "I know, I know I've been a flake for the past couple of months, but being a teenager is hard. You have to go school and do homework and spend time with people who aren't my crazy hot boyfriend so that i don't end up an outcast. Plus there was choir and birthday parties and lots of other stuff I had to do."

"I know. You don't have to apologize."

"I'll make it up to you tonight. Meet me here in 4 hours."

Mitch backed away from his arms and pulled the pocket watch Scott had given him from his pocket and regarded the time.

"Four hours. Alright"

Scott lifted his chin with a finger again, bending to kiss those grinning lips. It took him a few minutes to pull himself away. "This week you are all.mine."

——-

"You have a lot of ... things." the fae tilted his head much like a curious puppy as he ran his fingers over the various items around Scott's giant bedroom.

He shrugged. "I guess." He followed him as he moved around the room slowly.

"You kept my painting."

"Well I am your sunset moth, right?"

He smiled and turned back to the framed image.  

"You know, we have all week to explore my house, why don't we do something else right now." His voice dropped an octave, hands slipping to slim hips.

Bright, golden eyes sparkled up at him as the boy turned in his arms. "Someone's eager."

He let out a gasp as Scott lifted him into his arms and tossed him at the bed, but the blonde ended up surprised when, instead of him bouncing back onto his back, the nimble creature was on his feet on the covers, crouched down with a sly smirk.

There was a bit of a growl that started low in his chest as he stepped towards him.

The smirk slid even higher, until he burst into giggles as Scott launched himself at him, pinning his wrists on either side of his head as he straddled him. He dug his teeth into his lower lip, and Scott could barely contain himself.

"You, my love, are perfect." He laughed at the flecks of brown beginning to mingle with the golden hue he loved to get lost in. He was finally beginning to figure out the colors and their meanings, even if his boyfriend liked to keep them secret. Brown was almost comparable to a blush or a hint of embarrassment. He nuzzled his nose against the other's before letting his lips travel down his cheek, down his jawline and then down his neck. It took quite a bit more effort, but it turns out that he marked just as humans did and Scott loved nothing more than seeing those marks, HIS claim on the otherwise flawless skin. 

He couldn't get enough of the way the other man moved and arched into him. His erogenous zones were extra sensitive and the skin at the base of his neck and along his collarbone were definitely areas that were extra sensitive. Another was his hip bones and Scott took advantage of that as he slid his thumbs into the fitted waistband of the boys bottoms and rubbed circles against them, earning him a gorgeous groan as he pressed up into the touch.

But nothing, NOTHING compared to those ears. Once he was satisfied with the mark he'd left on his neck he traveled up, letting his lips trail featherlight kisses along the outer shell of his right ear. The boy shivered beneath him. He flicked a tongue out over the pointed tip and the way he moaned his name in response was music to his ears.

He couldn't help but pause again and look at his face, those closed eyelids, long,dark lashes laying against his skin.

The gold in his eyes was practically glittering as he finally revealed them once again and he just couldn't resist anymore. He claimed those plush lips again, hands releasing their hold on those slim wrists so that he could work on removing the barriers between them

—-

He watched the gorgeous man tilt his head back and forth as he watched Finding Nemo, his very first movie. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he watched his expression. They were cuddled up, Scott in just sweatpants and the perfect boy in his arms wearing only one of his own tees. He'd ordered pizza and the fae was obsessed with it. He was glad he'd ordered two because that boy could EAT. But now things were quiet and comfy and just all around perfect. He'd started a fire in the fireplace and had been delighted when it had started to change color, little flame figures dancing in circles around the flames as the fae gave him a dimpled smile. The body now laying against his fit perfectly in his arms and the little comments and the wide, curious eyes made his heart race.

He couldn't imagine ever loving anything more than him. He kissed the top of his head, fingers sliding over his arms.

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His heart was racing as he shot up in bed. He could practically still feel those lips against his, the hum of arousal filling him. All he wanted to do was go right back into his dream world, to find him again. He knew he wouldn't be able to, not now that his mind was going crazy. Before he could stop himself he was dialing a number and hoping he wasn't about to ruin his best friend's night.

___

"Are you sure your... fun... didn't just shake the wall or something?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, we were ... finished by then." He rolled his eyes.

"What is this anyway??" Avi held up the pieces of broken stone as he examined them.

He shrugged. "I have no idea. My mom saw it once and said it looked like dark aventurine, the purest she'd ever seen. I don't even know if that's a real thing or if she was just trying to appease me."

"Well where'd you get it?"

"I don't know. It's one of those blackout relics. I probably picked it up at a yardsale or something."

Avi was quiet for a minute. "And the dreams... it's the same guy?"

"Yeah, the same one I paint. Every time."

The green eyed man sighed and regarded his friend. "OK, total honesty? I've kept my opinions mostly to myself and I've tried to be supportive of everything but I think it's time for some tough truths.

"Go on." He was wary now, brow furrowed as he watched his friend.

"The boy you were with in middle school, the one you wouldn't tell anyone about, except to reiterate that he was perfect and no one would ever be as good as him..."

Scott raised an eyebrow not quite sure who or what Avi was referring to.

"You stopped talking about him as we got older. You got super secretive about it, and him. Then you had that whole mental break when you got drunk and took everyone to the woods. Esther said you were super serious about it. You honestly believed there was a guy with eyes that changed colors and pointy ears and that he was your boyfriend. I tried to understand it, I thought maybe it was a phase or something, but then you started painting that guy... with the ears and the eyes... "

"I had a drunk episode, it was stupid."

Avi sighed in response.  "Scott, are you sure something didn't happen that you've been trying to repress, something that you invented this fantasy... boy... elf thing to help you get over?" 

"What? I don't think I understand."

"You call them drunk blackouts, but sometimes you forget things, conversations from when we were like 11 or 12. There's no way you had a drunk episode back then. When is the first time you remember having some of these things you don't remember buying?"

He hadn't really thought of it like that before. He tried to remember the purple bottle and tried to think of his first memory of it.  He was young, maybe 13. He remembered moving it around his room trying to find a perfect spot for it, but he also remembered the watercolor moth thing from even before... maybe when he was 9?

"I don't understand." he was scared, confused, lost. 

"I think you need to talk to someone, Scott. I think this might be more than a simple binger. I thought Alex would help, you two were really good together, but... you're just so closed off. It's like you refuse to love anyone, you just ... don't want to."

"But I do! You have no idea what this feels like." He'd had some heart to hearts with Avi, the only person he'd ever been 100% honest with, but this was the first time he'd really started to break down. The tears began to fall and his composed mask fell with them. "It's like I know it's there, I can feel it beating, but no one can touch it, like surrounded by stone or something. But then I close my eyes and he's there, this boy, and I can feel again. I feel his touch, his skin, his lips. I love him and he's not even fucking real!"

He got to his feet, beginning to pace as the reality of just how messed up he was hit him full force. "What is wrong with me, Avi? I can't keep living like this." He tugged at his own hair in frustration.  "It's like always being freezing cold and no matter how close you are to the fire you can never feel the warmth... until I see him."

"Do you think maybe he was a real person and that he hurt you? Maybe you're remembering him how you wanted to see him."

There was silence for a few moments as he tried to get his thoughts together.

"I think I'm going to go see my dad. Maybe there's something wrong with my brain. If not, I'm sure he can recommend someone to talk to. Leave it to me to end up a mental patient"

Avi sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Want me to come with you?"

He wanted to say no, that he didn't want to inconvenience him, but the truth was he didn't think he could do this alone. "Please."

He nodded. "Talk to your dad and let me know when. I'll be there, no matter what."

Scott nodded, hoping things would somehow end up ok.

"We'll get through this, ok?" 

He looked up into green eyes and just prayed he was right.