by Mike Shade
"Mmm..." Quinn's fingers were working him like no one else ever, the touch sure, and finding his hot spots, one after another.
"Gonna come," he warned. He was never this fast off the mark, never. But by the gods, this was amazing.
Quinn nodded, teeth sinking into his own bottom lip, beginning to sweat.
Bram’s eyes rolled, hips bucking as he tried to hold on, tried to keep from coming so quickly. Both thumbs pushed against the tip of his prick, amazing fire pouring through him. He shouted, coming hard, the pleasure just flooding through him like nothing ever.
Quinn slumped against him, breathing heavy, eyes closed and a smile on the pale face.
His hands slid over the magician's back, touching the hot, slick skin. "What was that?" he asked when his breath finally returned to normal.
"Energy. Magic. Us. Cool, huh?"
"Cool? Yeah, you could call it that."
Mindfuckingblowing.
"Yeah." Those eyes caught his, so tired.
He shifted himself up into a more comfortable position on the bed and tucked Quinn in next to him. "We're safe here. You can sleep."
"You promise? You won't let them in?" The lean body cuddled close, a soft sigh sounding.
"They won't even think to look here in your mirror, Quinn." They'd be safe. He was the one after all who was here to kill Quinn and that was on hold for a little while.
"Yeah. Right." It took a while for the trembling and the nervous shifting to stop, but soon Quinn was melted, sleeping against him.
Bram lay there, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what he was going to do.
***
"Quinn? Quinn, you gotta take us into the jail now. We gotta get Pedit out."
Quinn looked over at Kantrell, hands still covered in black dye. It was... sticky. And smelly. "Okay. Is there a mirror there? Did you find it? Is it broken?"
His best friend nodded, smiled. "Yeah. Just like always. Come on, now. You can get us in."
"We're not going to hurt anyone." Sometimes he worried about what they were doing, but Kantrell was so smart, so sure.
"Of course not, silly. We're rescuing someone."
Right. He liked that. It was sort of heroic.
Vaguely.
Something was wrong though, off, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
Still, Kantrell was... Kantrell. "Okay, let's go. Just you and me or are there more?"
"Four of us, this time."
"Four? But four is a lot and..." And something was coming.
Something bad.
Something big.
Something that had him. An arm like a hot, steel band went around his waist, holding him tight.
"I... Kan. Kan, something's got me." He shook his head, tugged at the arm holding him. "Something's coming!"
"Settle down," growled a low voice, the hand becoming tighter, gripping his hip.
Kantrell stepped toward the mirror and suddenly Quinn could see, could see Kan's face splitting, exploding, blood like a fine mist. Lord and Lady help them. "They're coming! Run!"
Suddenly the arm around him became a heavy weight on top of him, holding him down. "Wake up, Quinn. You're dreaming."
Dreaming?
He took a breath, shivered.
Dreaming.
His eyes flashed open, staring up at the man who'd helped him... yesterday? Earlier? Before?
Green eyes stared back down at him. "You with me, Quinn?"
"Uh-huh. You. Bram. You came through the mirror. Kantrell. He didn't."
"Kantrell? I only remember you and me. And you pulled me through with you."
"No. Them. The men with the big guns. They got him. His head."
"I didn't see anyone else with us, Quinn. Just you and me. The men with the big guns never even got close." Bram didn't look away, didn't even blink, just kept looking into his eyes.
"I... I ran." He stopped, tilted his head. "Why were you there? In the old hotel?"
"I had business there."
"Business." Right, Quinn. Real people had business. Had places they had to go.
Bram bent and touched their lips together. "It was a bad dream, Quinn. Let it go."
He nodded, their lips rubbing together. "Are... are you hungry?"
"I am." Bram's hips pushed, sliding a hot cock along his skin. "Are you?"
"I meant. Yes. Yes." Bram's skin made him ache. He loved touching, loved the way it felt to be touched.
Bram's hand slid along his side, the touch almost gentle enough to tickle, but growing stronger, firmer.
He reached up, fingers exploring the strong muscles, the thick chest. "You're so big."
"Do you like that, Quinn?"
He nodded. It felt good, safe, warm. Sexy.
Bram smiled down at him and the man's whole face lit up. One big hand curled around his hip.
He arched a little, moaned as they rubbed together.
"Yeah, just like that." Bram dropped soft kisses over his face, lips warm and gentle.
"I..." He leaned towards the kisses, caught in the sensations, the energy between them. "Are you magical?"
Bram shook his head. "No. I think you've got enough magic for both of us though."
He smiled, whispering a quiet spell against Bram's lips, the energy rising between them.
A shiver went through Bram. "You've put a spell on me, Quinn."
"No. No, it doesn't work like that. Just sharing a spell with you." Magic didn't work like people thought. It didn't.
"It feels good, but is it all that this is about?" Bram asked. "Or is the attraction real?"
"It doesn't work without. I mean, magic does, but the... the feeling between us? It's not a spell."
Bram didn't answer, just kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth, pushing deep. Bram tasted spicy, hot, like danger and safety all at once and it intrigued him, fascinated him. The weight on him was warm and solid, Bram heavy, but not too heavy, not crushing him.
"Mmm..." He could stay right here for years, just ignoring the outside.
One of Bram's large hands cupped the side of his head and then tilted it, changing the angle so Bram's tongue could slide deeper into his mouth. It was an invasion; a hot, silky, sexy invasion.
There were ten zillion reasons why this was stupid and hiding in bed with Bram from each and every one of them was even dumber, but he wasn't moving. Bram was though, but only in a good way, one hand spreading his hair out over the pillow, the other stroking his side and his hip. Bram was still lying on him, all solid muscles and hot cock, pressed against him.
It didn't take long before he just stopped thinking, stopped worrying for a minute. It was easy to rock and rub, both of them moaning into the kiss.
Bram shifted a bit, cock dragging over his belly, and then Bram's hand was between his legs, stroking his balls and the skin behind them. Those hot fingers found the ring in his skin again, tracing it, tugging it a little. Quinn arched, head tossing, pure fire inside him. The little ring had started as a joke and ended up a pure, heated pleasure, the nerves there so sensitive.
Bram moaned, mouth sliding over his neck as Bram kept playing with the ring. Then the thick fingers slid behind it, all the way back to touch his hole. He moaned, even if a part of him worried that Bram was simply too big to fit comfortably, to not hurt him.
"Have you got something slick?" Bram asked. "Or some magic spell or something to simulate slick?"
"There's lubricant in the headboard... A spell? For slick?" He tilted his head, trying to remember. "I can go sparkly."
He whispered the glitterdust invocation and waved his hand, a spray of metallic glitter in the air for a moment.
Bram chuckled, and the golden glitter settled in his hair and on his face, making him twinkle.
Then Bram reached up and found the pot of oil, dipping fingers into it before returning them back down between his legs. "Is this okay?" Bram asked, fingers rubbing against his entrance. Not pushing in, just rubbing and rubbing.
Okay? Lord and la
dy, he was aching, wanting. "Yes. Please. It's good."
"Yes." There was a note of triumph in Bram's voice, but it was tempered with need and want and one solid finger pushing into his body.
His moan escaped him, low and eager. His legs spread, hips shifting, encouraging.
Bram made a purring noise. "I like your eagerness."
"I... I get hungry. Empty inside, you know?" The magic only filled so much.
Bram nodded, a look of loneliness flitting briefly through the green eyes. "Fucking is good."
"Touching. Kissing. It is. Good." He reached up, the energies inside him drawn to Bram.
Bram shivered. "Fuck, your touch is something else." One finger became two inside him, Bram working faster, pushing harder to stretch him.
"So odd. You found me when I needed you to and you can feel me..." So strange, but good. So good.
"Maybe it's magic." Bram's eyes were dancing, the man was teasing him.
He stuck his tongue out, teasing back. "Could be. Stranger things have happened."
Bram's lips closed over his tongue, sucking with the same rhythm the fingers inside him were working.
He shorted out, teasing and thinking thrown aside to focus on sensation.
Another finger pushed into him, Bram moaning around his tongue and sliding against him. The thick cock was leaving a wet trail along his belly, hard and hot like a promise. Full. So full. He spread wider, fighting to breathe, to see.
Bram's teeth grazed his tongue and then it was let go, Bram backing away a bit, fingers sliding out of him. "Are you ready, Quinn?"
He nodded, fingers brushing the thick, heavy cock. "I've never had someone as big as you inside."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bram asked. "I'll spoil you for anyone else."
"Really?" He kept stroking, kept touching. He wanted to know, wanted to not be empty. "I'm sure."
"Good." Bram purred, sliding the fat cock through his fingers. "Whenever you're ready..."
He reached up, slicked Bram's cock thoroughly, trying not to be nervous. "I'm ready."
Bram spread his legs further and settled between them, one hand guiding the large cock to his hole. He was kissed softly. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
He nodded, believing it. There was something about Bram, something he hadn't figured out yet, but his soul knew he was safe.
Bram smiled and started to push into him, stretching him slowly, carefully. It took forever, a little push, a little stretch, a little burn, a long kiss. Quinn soared, every nerve awake and alive. At long last Bram was buried all the way inside him, sharp hips pressed against his ass. Those green eyes just bored into his own, taking him as surely as that cock was taking his ass.
"Full." He squeezed, energies swirling inside him.
"I fit just right though." Bram's voice was rough, low.
Yes. Perfect. "Key in a lock right."
"Yes." Bram pulled away and then pushed back in again, the thrust slow and solid, spreading warmth through him.
He could feel the energy inside him building, growing, spreading as Bram called it out.
"Fuck, you're tight, hot. Better than..." Bram's voice faded into a groan, the thrusts coming faster.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Don't stop. Don't stop." So big, he could feel it under his skin, a million lights. Yes. Yes.
Bram shook his head. "Not stopping. Not fucking stopping."
One hand wrapped around his shoulder, the other was planted on the mattress next to his head, Bram starting to sweat as he worked harder.
Quinn got his hands up on Bram shoulders, energies pouring from him in a wave as they connected. "Bram!"
"Fuck!" The thrusts became jerkier, the look in Bram's eyes intense.
His eyes went wide, his orgasm hitting in a burst, the room going grey.
When the colors came back, Bram was gazing down at him, cock still buried deep, heat incredible.
"Hi. Wow. I. Wow."
Bram chuckled, but the sounds quickly faded. "Yeah."
He just petted Bram's shoulders and back, enjoying the weight above him, inside him.
"It's never been this good," Bram admitted to him.
"'s good." He nodded, unsure of where to go from here. He didn't even know if he could stay here. If he should.
Bram finally slid out of him and moved over to the side.
The man sighed. "This has been nice. Unexpected."
He tried not to sigh, too. Of course. Time for the man to go back to real life. "I'm glad you were here for a while."
Bram grunted and sat up, looking around and then snagging his leather pants. Quinn slipped off the far side of the mattress, wiping himself off and finding a soft sweater, a pair of comfortable jeans.
"I guess it's time for a reality check." Bram broke the comfortable quietness.
"Hmm?"
Bram buttoned up his shirt. "I'm with the Emperor's Private Guard."
Things went still inside him for just a second, still and ice cold. An assassin. Gods and devils, he was stupid. He’d slept with a Guard, shared energy. Laughed. Laughed with a man who... He deserved to die. Of course, there was a bed between him and Br... the assassin. And a mirror hidden on the wall. And just enough energy inside him to go.
"I was there for you, Quinn. The militia was there by coincidence, doing a general sweep." Those green eyes were watching him, emotions hidden behind a smooth face.
"So much for it being magic." He pushed his hair behind his ear, disguising the dust he gathered with his other hand. "I must have been the easiest mark you've ever caught."
"I didn't sleep with any of the others," Bram noted. "I just killed them as soon as I saw them."
"Well, it got me an extra few hours and a nice orgasm. Do you know how you're going to do it?" He was too tired, too disgusted with himself to be anything but logical. Kan had been right. He was a silly little birdbrain. He threw all of the energy he had left into the mirror behind the velvet, wishing a portal open.
"Something quick and painless. I'm not a cruel man, Quinn. I'm just doing my job."
"Well, painless sounds good, but um…I don't let people who've fucked me kill me. It's like a rule." He felt the mirror buzz behind him and he grabbed the curtain tight. Time to go. "See ya."
Before Bram could move, he was gone, falling to a floor in a dusty, old building. Okay. Okay. Okay.
First things. Shoes. Find out where you are. Run.
No more being a birdbrain.
No more.
Never again.
Quinn picked himself up, pushed his hair behind his ear, ignoring the dull twinge in his muscles. He didn't need that to remind him he was stupid.
Chapter Two
Bram waited patiently. It had taken him three weeks, but he'd finally found Quinn's trail again and now the magician just had to walk into his trap.
The Emperor had been furious he'd let Quinn slip through his fingers and Bram had very nearly lost the assignment. Hell, he'd nearly lost his life. And all for a bit of fun. The dressing down he'd given himself had been harsher than the Emperor’s. The magicians had committed treason, they were a threat, he knew better than to dally with one.
Well, there'd be no roll in the sheets this time. He was going for a simple, straight-forward kill. He still wasn't sure why had hadn't followed through on that last time.
The dust tickled his nose. These deserted buildings were all the same, run down and well - deserted. Bram stilled, not even breathing as he heard footsteps.
The steps stopped, then he heard a soft breathing, just the barest hint of a pounding heart. He imagined he could feel the tingling of Quinn's magic and silently mocked himself for being fanciful.
Come on, he thought. You're almost here, just another few steps.
Someone did walk into the clearing, but it wasn't Quinn, wasn't the birdlike, young man with the pale blue eyes. This was an ancient man, stooped and blind, bald and tentative as he made his way across the floor, stepping and stopping, then stepping agai
n.
Bram frowned. He'd been dead sure this would be Quinn. All his instincts told him so. He melted out of the shadows and caught up to the old man before anyone was the wiser, one hand wrapping around a thin arm. He wasn't above a little interrogation, even if the man was older than dirt.
