londoncallingrpg | Be Mine - Valentine's Day 2017

Hex kept close, blocking Fin's exit and trapping him close to the door.

"The park is cold," he said. "Why don't we go somewhere warm?"

He was so close he could smell Fin and it made him dizzy. He let his hand fall, only so he could push it up underneath the hem of the man's coat.

Fin went still and quiet, aware that this was wrong- Wrong, because Hex had a boyfriend. Wrong, because he knew his magic had something to do with it. ...He had a theory about that. That maybe Hex was more sensitive to the pull of his magic because he already had feelings and desires, that his magic was just amplifying things. ...And that wasn't so awful, was it? He couldn't help that.

The right thing to do would be to remind Hex of Danny- But Fin was selfish, and not ready to lose this contact just yet. Instead he kept it somewhat innocent, gently brushing Hex's hand away.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked.

He let Fin brush his hand, but only caught hold of his and twined their fingers together. Hex wet his lips, thinking of exactly where he'd like to go with Fin.

His eyes darkened as his pupils grew wider.

"..."Chips?" he said, then wet his lips. "Maybe they have heart shaped ones or summat..."

Looking down at their clasped hands, Fin sighed softly. Stepping closer, he pulled Hex in and embraced him tightly. Every part of his fae nature was screaming at him to strike now, to take what was so clearly on offer- But he didn't. He couldn't be the one to cross the line Hex had drawn between them.

"You've no idea how hard it is to try and be on my best behaviour when you're near," he said softly. "I wont tempt you, Hex. ...But I wouldn't refuse you either," he confessed.

"You tempt me just being here," he said. "Just being near. Hearing you. Seeing you...even on telly...I don't know what's wrong with me, Fin."

He closed his eyes and his voice dropped to nearly a whisper.

"I love Danny so much but when I'm with you I just want..."

He could't think of what he wanted, specifically. He just wanted. Wanted Fin. Wanted sex. Wanted love. Wanted.

"You can have room in your heart for more than one person. Wanting me- That doesn't make what you have with Danny anything less pure."

And Danny didn't need to know, did he?

Didn't it? Hex tried to think but his brain was foggy. Fin smelled so good and he was so close and so inviting. He inched closer until he was pressed tight to him.

Did this make what he had with Danny less pure? Wasn't there something...something itched in the back of mind.

Us against the world, came to him and he closed his eyes. He could picture Danny saying that so clearly.

"I shouldn't," he protested weakly.

"Then don't," Fin said, trying not to sound as annoyed as he felt as he shoved Hex away.

"Bloody hell, just make up your mind. You do this and- Do you not think it gets to me? One moment you're so close, and then you're talking about true love and real relationships. ...Get fucked. Real didn't matter that much when you borrowed me for a night, did it? But oh, better not hurt Danny, right? Precious fucking Danny, who's clearly worth more than me, yeah? Bet you don't swap him out to your mates, do you? No, he's not some whore you can rut up against in front of a coffee shop. He's not some little fantasy you get to entertain when you please and forget in an instant. ...That's just me. Everyone's favourite disposable lover. ...You sure you want to toss me aside already? I'm sure I've got a few good goes left in me."

Fin's words came at him, piercing through him like a blade. Like a bullet. He had a phantom ache in his chest and he couldn't help but reach up to cover the wound long healed by Winter. That didn't help, though. Pain, real pain, radiated from the place, making his heart beat hurt with every pulse, making his skin and muscles burn.

"Fin, don't..." he said, finding it hard to breathe. The magic that called to him so strongly was just as powerful, but now instead of luring him it it punched through him and made him want to drop to his knees. Anguish furrowed his brow and he turned to take a few steps back.

Fin, however, wasn't doing anything. His magic was as tightly under control as it ever was since he'd learned to keep it in check. The only part of it that had a habit of creeping out was that seductive pull of desire and sexual cravings. Anger though? Not so much.

"I'm not... I'm not doing anything," Fin said calmly, glancing around in search of another source of magic.

Something dark wound around him, making him hurt in ways he'd never felt. And with pain came fear. A fear like he'd only felt on Halloween. He looked at Fin, then looked away. Surely it was the fae before him. Hex wasn't the most complex man and he simply took it for what it was. Fin was mad, so Fin was hurting him.

"I-I'm sorry," he said. "Please stop..."

It didn't even occur to him to look around. Didn't occur to him to take notice of the enormous fae with the huge afro across the street and down a bit.

"I'm not doing anything," Fin said again, falling silent as his gaze landed on Will.

'Stop it,' he mouthed silently and clearly to the other fae, before reaching for Hex and turning him towards the source of his pain so he could see for himself.

The pain was enough to make Hex's eyes water and he grabbed at his chest in a feeble attempt to protect himself. And the Fin turned him and he saw Willy.

Their eyes met and the pain stopped. He stood up straight and squared his shoulders, then looked at Fin.

"I have to go. Happy Valentine's day," he said in a dreamy voice and then walked away.

As he did, Willy crossed the street, causing a car to stop for him. He was lazy about it, taking his time until he was on the sidewalk with Fin.

"I would rather like to have today with you alone," he said, expecting his actions to be explained so simply.

The fact that Will thought he could just dismiss what Fin was doing in favour of what he wanted would have been enough to make the fae angry- But the fact that he'd done so while he and Hex were in the middle of a much needed argument, while they were both on the verge of getting out all the toxicity and hurt that hung between them, that was worse. That was enough to make Fin go cold.

He wanted to scream and yell, but in the end Fin inhaled deeply through his nose before speaking calmly.

"Willy Silver, Oengus Mac, you are going to bring Hex back over here. You're going to remove whatever little charm it is you just spun, and then you're going to apologise for attacking him," Fin said, holding Will's gaze the whole time. "And you know what? After that, you're going to dissolve the deal you made with him, and then you're going to apologise to me. Because you know what, Will? I'm still angry. I'm... I am as kind as I can be, and I love you so deeply it makes me ache, but- I am not alright. We are not alright. I don't think you understand just how fucked up you left me. I don't think I understand it fully even. There's just this..."

He trailed off, all that could wait. One thing at a time.

"Bring him back. Apologise. Now."

Apologizing was something Willy had only recently come to understand was necessary at times. He did not think it was needed right now, but clearly Fin did. And it was not only hearing his true name that compelled him, it was Fin's force, the weight of what he said...and the respect Willy had for him. No pet, no possession, Will valued Fin as a friend and a man. An equal.

And so, though he felt he'd done nothing wrong, he waved his hand and Hex, some distance away, turned to come back to Fin. The fae's power was undeniable.

"I will do it," he said to Fin. And when Hex was close enough, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at Will, the tall fae reached out and laid his hand on Hex's shoulder.

"I give you my sincere apology for hurting you and driving you away," he said. Willy looked at him directly and the air shivered with his next words.

"Thomas Hector Schofield, I release you from out deal. You are no longer my servant. Be free. I will not call upon you."

Hex's mouth gaped, closed, gaped again, leavig him looking like some trout. He looked from Willy to Fin and back to Willy.

"You...It felt like you shot me," he said quietly. "I thought it was Fin. You're a right bastard, yeah?"

Will nodded.

"So I am told."

"I'm really sorry, Hex," Fin said quietly. "You should- You should get Danny a nice gift and head home. We can talk another time, yeah?"

"You think so? Now you're fine with me and my true love?" he snapped bitterly. "This is never going to be alright between us," he told Fin, then he looked to Willy. "It's never going to be alright. I ruined everything and you took advantage! So I'm free now? I'm not bound? Great. Great. I'll just go. Simple as that for you wankers, isn't it? Fucking fae. Both of you. Magic. Power. Fuck you," he shouted, then turned on his heel and stormed off. In the moment he resolved to never see either of them again.

He loved Danny. Not like Fin, it would never be like what he felt for Fin, but Danny was normal. Danny was kind and he was everything Hex had ever wanted in his life. And it wasn't complicated.

And it certainly wasn't fucking magic.

Willy watched him go.

"I thought he would be grateful," he mused.

Fin was silent for a long moment, then inhaled sharply, looking at Will, and then looking at Hex's retreating form.

"Yeah. ...Yeah, thanks Will. Thanks a lot," he said softly, eyes damp though tears never came.

For a moment he wasn't sure what to do- But after a beat he took off after Hex. Will could be mad, right now Fin didn't have it in him to care. He didn't buy for one moment that Will was so naive that he thought any of this was alright.

"Hex! Hex, wait," he said, catching the man's arm as he caught u,p and trying to pull him to a stop. "I was being a prick, and I'm sorry, but- Neither of us have exactly been saints here. ...I don't- I don't want us to be like this. I don't want to fight, and- I love you, and I can't just pretend I don't- But I'm angry too. With Will, with you... With the world sometimes..."

He trailed off, hoping Hex would speak to him.

Hex jerked his arm out of Fin's hold. But he did stop and turn to face him.

"You spin me round, you know that? You love me, you don't, you're jealous, you're tempting...your bloody magic gets under me skin and I can't stop meself when I'm around you. I don't want to fight, either, but there ain't no middle ground, is there? You're never going to really forgive me for me wish, and I'm not ever going to forgive meself. And if I'm going to make a go of it with Danny and have something real, something all me own, because God knows I'll never have you all to meself, then I can't be around you. I can't. I get close to you and I forget him and that's not fair. Not to any of us," he blasted.

"So- What? We just ignore each other? Pretend there isn't this thing between us?" Fin asked quietly. "Is that what you want?"

"No," he replied, practically whinging. "I don't know, Fin. I don't know. Quitting you is just as hard as quitting drinking. Worse, because I think about you all the time. I miss you. Me head and me mouth want a drink. Me whole body and soul want you. Do you see? Do you see why i can't do that? Do that to Danny/ Do that to meself?"

He sighed.

"Maybe it's be worth another year and a day if I could wish to Will back there that I just...not feel like this."

"Don't say that- Nothing is worth that," Fin said, wrapping his arms around himself and sighing softly. "Hex, I- I'm just some guy, you know? Fae or not, I'm just some twat from Manchester with more hair than brains, and one day you're going to wake up and be over it, over me. You don't need a wish for that. If you want me to stay away though, I will. I can do that. ...I don't want to hurt you. I'd miss you, but- I don't like being the reason you're unhappy. I love you, you're my best mate. In another lifetime I think- I think we could have been happy, but this thing with Will... I don't even know what it is, if I'm honest. Sometimes I hate him, but the thought of living without him- God, it's so painful. It's not natural."

As Fin hugged himself, Hex moved closer. One small touch with fingertips, then his whole hand, then both hands pulling Fin closer.

"It'd be worth it," he said softly. "I'd be his servant forever if it meant I could be your mate, just your mate, and we could all be happy."

Hex pulled him closer, and Fin pressed himself tight against the other man, his face buried against his neck.

"I wouldn't be happy," he said softly. "I'd ache every day."

"I don't know what to do, Fin," he replied, burying his face against the man's neck and breathing him in.

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