WIZARDSCOTT
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Dallan was trying to concentrate, trying to make himself focus, but all he could see was the smart-ass human’s mouth on his cock. It was so vivid an image that he could almost feel it, feel that tongue sliding up from the base of his dick to the head, then dipping into the slit. That’s when Dallan’s concentration crumbled and he groaned, breaking his eye contact with Slade. He bent forward toward Slade’s face and was surprised to see Slade moving upward toward him.
Their lips touched. Suddenly, all the fire that had been in Dallan’s eyes was surrounding them, holding them together. Dallan lifted Slade up off the sofa, encircling his body with his strength. He held Slade in the perfect position for their lips to meet and their swollen cocks to rub against each other.
Dallan felt a slight nibble on his bottom lip before Slade’s arms closed around his neck, pulling him even closer, and thrusting his tongue into Dallan’s mouth. Kissing was not anything that he’d ever been fond of doing. Too intimate. This human had apparently had a lot of experience with it, though, because he was very good at it. Each of them responded voraciously and began tearing at the other’s clothes. They were both naked in a few seconds, Dallan placing Slade on his back on the sofa and kneeling beside it. His eyes swept the length of Slade’s body. He felt lust as he had never felt it before, but he wanted to make sure that the other man wanted him as well.
“You are a beautiful man, Slade. Perhaps the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen.”
Smiling, Slade remarked, “I bet you say that to all the men you kidnap.”
“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping, exactly, and I’ve already told you that I’ll take you back as soon as you’re neutralized.” As he talked, his hand was lazily stroking Slade’s body, down his chest, over his stomach to the nest of curls at the base of his cock. He hesitated, looking first at Slade’s rigid shaft before slowly moving his gaze back up to his eyes.
He gently put his hand over Slade’s dick. “Is this okay? Do you want this?”
Slade thrust his hips up, rubbing his cock against Dallan’s hand. “Hell, yes, I want this. Can’t you tell? You’re the wizard, so you say. You’re supposed to know everything.”
Dallan needed no further encouragement. He began licking a trail down Slade’s neck to his chest, stopping there to gently bite each nipple before continuing his downward path.
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Slade heard the comment about being neutralized, but couldn’t for the life of him focus on it or what he should do to free himself from this situation. The problem was that he didn’t want to be free right now, because all of his attention was centered on the hand that had moved down to his cock and the mouth that was inching its way down his chest, licking and nibbling as it went.
Slade couldn’t remember ever feeling this hot for someone. He had always been a one-night-stand sort of guy, no strings, no emotions, but whatever this was, he knew that once was never going to be enough. Maybe this guy really is a wizard. Or maybe this was some kind of lovely dream. If so, he’d like it to go just a little bit longer. That was his last coherent thought because Dallan pulled him off the sofa into the floor, so that they were facing each other, their bodies touching from shoulder to toes.
Their dicks were rubbing together, creating a delicious friction that was enhanced by Dallan’s hand caressing Slade’s ass, then sliding a finger into Slade’s crease to tickle his hole. Slade moaned and threw a leg over Dallan’s hip, increasing the friction on their cocks. “You may be nuts, but I just don’t care right now because this feels so damn good.” Maybe this guy wasn’t crazy, after all. Maybe he really was a wizard because whatever he was doing sure as hell felt like magic.
The friction between their dicks increased and Slade felt his release building, felt his balls tightening, and then, there it was. He heard a voice yell out, “Damn!” and realized that it was his own. He became aware of Dallan rolling him over onto his back and lying on top of him, never breaking the contact of their cocks rubbing together. Dallan’s pace increased and it was only a few seconds before Slade felt the warmth of Dallan’s release on his stomach.
They lay together for a few minutes, neither able to move. Then Slade felt Dallan’s arms tighten around him, lifting him up as he rose. “Where are we going?”
“My bedroom. We need to talk.” Slade let Dallan guide him to a spacious room with a large bed. Make that a huge bed with a shiny blue coverlet and dozens of pillows of all shapes and sizes. “Lie down. I’ll be right back.”
Slade looked up at the ceiling and saw that there was a big skylight just above the bed. It was wonderful to lie there and see blue sky and white fluffy clouds, but it would be even more beautiful at night, being able to see nothing but stars. For a crazy man, Dallan sure knew how to live.
As Slade was thinking about what he’d just done and what he was going to do about Dallan, the object of his thoughts returned, holding a warm cloth. “Let me clean you and then we really need to talk.”
Dallan sat down on the side of the bed and began gently rubbing the stickiness off Slade’s chest and stomach with the warm cloth. Slade felt himself getting turned on again and couldn’t believe that his cock began to twitch with so little encouragement. He made himself sit up. “You’re right. We do need to talk.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to tell you some things, some unbelievable things, but I want you to hear me out before you ask any questions.”
“Okay.” Slade started to get up, but Dallan took his arm and pulled him back down on the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I thought that we would probably get dressed and have our discussion outside of the bedroom.”
Dallan moved closer to Slade and leaned over to whisper to him. “Ah, but I prefer you naked and in my bed. It does affect my concentration somewhat, but I’ll just have to deal with that to have the pleasure of seeing you this way. I want to have this memory once you’re gone.”
Slade was a little nervous and a lot annoyed. This guy was a little too bossy for his taste, but Slade decided to let him have his way for now. “Okay, Oz. Dazzle me.”
Dallan gave him a puzzled look. “Who?”
Slade gave a short laugh. “Oz. You know, as in The Wizard of …. Oh, never mind. Just get on with it.”
“Fine. First, let me assure you that I’m not crazy. I know that’s what you think, but I’m not. You really are in the Vargr Realm. It’s a parallel universe that exists alongside yours, and has for all eternity. It is the immortal realm.”
“Um hm.”
“I know that it sounds crazy to you, but you need to hear me out.”
Slade could hear the urgency in Dallan’s voice. He didn’t understand why it seemed so important to him to tell this fairytale, but, apparently it was, so he decided to let him continue. Do I have a choice? “Okay, okay. Go ahead.”
“As I’ve said, this is the Immortal Realm. We’ve always known of your existence, the Human Realm, that is, but we’ve kept ours hidden. There have been instances over time, however, when gates were left open and there have been travelers between the two worlds. If someone from your realm sees one of us, we must neutralize him. If someone from the Vargr Realm escapes into your world, we have to hunt him down and bring him back. That’s why the king established WRAITH, to bring these escapees back.”
Before Dallan could continue, Slade stopped him. “Wait. I know that you said that you wanted to tell me everything before I asked any questions, but I need to ask some things now.”
With a heavy sigh, Dallan said, “Go ahead.”
“Okay. As you can imagine, I’m very interested in this term you keep using—neutralize. Just what does that entail?”
You’ve already asked me that and I told you.”
“Well, tell me again.” See if you tell me the same thing twice.
“It’s a simple procedure, well usually simple, in which all memory of who and what you’ve seen is wiped clean. Erased, so to speak.”
“I’ve already tried, Slade. It didn’t work.”
What do you mean you’ve already tried? When?”
“A while ago, when we were in the front room.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Many times.”
“And? It’s always worked before?”
“Yes.”
“Why not with me, then?” Oh my God. I’m asking these questions like I believe this shit. He’s not the only crazy person in this room, apparently. Slade looked at Dallan, who had a puzzled look on his face.
“I don’t know. I may have to contact my father to see if he has the answer. I know that it’s happened before, but never to me.”
“Your father?”
“Yes. He is an Archmage. They are the most powerful wizards, representing the pinnacle of magical power. He is one of the wizards in King Egill’s court. King Egill is the high king of the Vargr Realm. I’m getting ahead of myself, though. Let me go back to what I was explaining to you.”
“Yeah, tell me about this WRAITH.”
“It stands for Witness Recovery and Interdimensional Tactical Hunters. I was recruited to become a member of this group because I’m a wizard and only wizards can open and close the blood gates at will. It appealed to me because I wanted more than just being a wizard.”
“I suppose your family is very proud of you.”
“Actually, no. My father was, and is, furious with me for wanting more than just the ‘family business’, so to speak. We’re not on the best of terms so I hesitate to contact him for anything, but I may have to.”
Slade could identify with that, namely family angst, but there were more important issues here. “What happens if someone can’t be neutralized?”
“They must stay here. They can never be returned to the human realm. It has happened. Not often, but it has happened. Think of reports of people who disappeared without a trace, people like Amelia Earhart or Judge Crater.”
“Jesus, Dallan, you make this sound so real.”
“It is real, Slade.”
“Okay. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you’re telling me the truth. First of all, I’m not sure that I want to be neutralized and even if I allowed it, what if it doesn’t work? You can’t just keep me here. I have a job and family that would wonder what happened to me. My brother is in Afghanistan fighting a war, my father is dead and my mother is alone.”
“That is a problem, Slade. I’ll need to think about this for a while.” Dallan stared intently at him for several seconds. “I’ve decided that it might not be a good idea to contact my father just yet.”
“And why is that? If you can’t solve this problem yourself, you damn well better find someone who can because I can’t stay here indefinitely.” Slade realized how belligerent he sounded. So much for trying to humor Dallan. “If your father will know what to do, why wouldn’t you contact him?”
“Because it has been my experience that his solution to a problem is often worse than the problem itself.”
Slade smiled, in spite of himself. “I had a father just like that.”
“See? There are certainly many differences in our worlds, but there are similarities also. I assure you that, given a little time, I’ll find a way to take care of this problem. Meanwhile, would you like something to eat or drink?”
“I’m not hungry, but I could use a drink of water. And I’d like to put some clothes on.” Slade wasn’t a prude, by any means, but if the opportunity to escape presented itself, he sure as hell didn’t want to make a run for it naked.
As Dallan went through the front room toward the kitchen, he bent down, scooped up Slade’s jeans off the floor and tossed them toward the doorway to the bedroom where Slade was standing.
He returned, wearing only his black uniform pants, just as Slade slid his zipper up. Dallan was holding two glasses, one with water and one that looked like it held cream. Handing the water to Slade, he reached over and ran his fingers lightly down Slade’s chest and across his abs. “You really are quite beautiful, you know.”
Slade was instantly hot and his cock was getting hard and uncomfortable in the tight jeans. He was about to step closer to Dallan when there was a light tapping sound on the front door.
Slade heard Dallan mutter, “Damn,” under his breath as he stepped back and moved toward the door.
As soon as the door opened, a small twinkling light flew right over Dallan’s head before stopping to hover just over his left shoulder. It glittered and sparkled as Slade watched in fascination. It looked just like the sparklers he and his brother played with when they were kids. It perched on Dallan’s shoulder and began to take form. It was a tiny little being with translucent wings. As soon as it took shape, it walked up to Dallan’s ear and leaned close, as if to whisper in it. Slade heard a faint buzzing sound that could have been a bee or a distant conversation. It must have been the latter because Dallan nodded and looked over at Slade.
Okay it’s official—I’m in a coma somewhere hallucinating that fucking Tinkerbell just flew in and landed on Dallan’s shoulder.
“Now? Did he say it had to be right now?” There was another buzzing sound. Dallan had a resigned look on his face and said, “Okay, okay, tell them I’ll be right there.” He opened the door and watched the little thing fly away.
Dallan turned to Slade. “I have to leave for a while, but hopefully it won’t be long. Make yourself comfortable while I’m gone.”
“Uh, what the hell was that?”
“She’s a Carraig, a small flying faery. She brought me a message from Prince Levi and his mother, Fionna. They need me right away on urgent business. I’ll return as soon as possible.”
“Okay.” This had to be a dream. Dallan’s communicating with little flying creatures. Fuck. He had to get out of there and find a doctor. Maybe a team of doctors. Still, seeing that little faery creature had given him pause. If all this shit that Dallan had been telling him was true, then he really wasn’t in Kansas anymore. He’d fallen through the looking glass and nothing he’d ever thought he knew about life was ever going to be the same. It seemed impossible, but was he just denying the truth of his own eyes?
While he was standing there mulling this over, Dallan had been getting dressed. He walked over to Slade and kissed him. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Slade didn’t have time to respond before Dallan was gone. He seemed unable to move for a minute. Nobody’s kiss has ever affected me like that. What is with this guy? He grabbed his shirt off the floor and finished getting dressed. He needed to get out of here now, wake up from this dream or finally admit it was all too real, but he didn’t seem to want to go. Something deep inside him resisted the idea of leaving.
This is stupid. I’ve got to go or at least try. Slade walked to the door and turned the knob. Nothing happened. The door wouldn’t open. He walked through the house, looking for other exits. He found a door in the back of the house, but it wouldn’t open either. He tried all the windows, with no success.
Frustrated, he sat down on the bed, trying to think of what to do. He was so focused on escaping that it took a few minutes for him to realize that he was staring at the open closet door. Specifically, what was hanging on it. It was a long blue robe, trimmed in gold. The fabric was so shimmery that it appeared to glow. Is that a wizard’s robe? Sure looks like one.
What the hell? As hard as it was to wrap his head around it, Slade was beginning to think that all that stuff Dallan had been telling him probably was true. But it couldn’t be, could it? Damn, next thing you knew, he’d be seeing unicorns fly out of Dallan’s ass.
Slade got up and tried all the doors and windows again with the same result. They wouldn’t open. The thing that he couldn’t figure out was why, since none of them were locked. They just wouldn
’t budge, as if they’d been sealed. It pissed him off to feel so helpless. He was the guy that made things happen, and here he was trapped in a house that looked like it should be in a Disney movie, with a guy who said he was a wizard. And he was starting to believe it. Yeah, he had to get out of here. Fast.
If he ever saw Cole again, his buddy would never believe this crazy-ass story. He could just imagine Cole’s laughter as he told him about this gorgeous golden man that kidnapped him. Fuck. He’d never hear the end of this. If he got out of this alive, it might be best if he kept his mouth shut about these events. He’d have to arrest Dallan, though.
Now, why did the thought of arresting Dallan bother him so much? Kidnapping was a federal offense, after all. He walked back into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed. Suddenly, he felt tired and in need of a nap. He wanted to lie down and not think about anything for a while. It was for damn sure he wasn’t getting out of this house any time soon, so maybe things would look better if he rested for a while. Maybe he’d wake up from this crazy dream he was having. Still denying what you can see with your own eyes, huh?
The next thing he knew, he felt a big hand cupping his dick and balls before moving to the button of his jeans. When it was open, he felt the zipper sliding down and then the hand was inside, fingers circling his now swollen cock. With a little moan, Slade moved into it, wanting more, needing more, but afraid to say anything or open his eyes because if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up yet.
He felt the warm breath at his ear before he heard the whisper. “Slade, are you awake?”
“Um.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” After a few more strokes of Slade’s cock, Dallan said, “Let me help you out of these clothes so you can be more comfortable.”