by Willa Okati
Dominic shook his head. “That’s not how it works.”
“Well, that’s how it should work.” Pedri reached up to his neck and brought out the emerald heart hanging on his chain. He swung it in front of Dominic’s eyes. “This belongs to you. Is this the token, the sign, the symbol, the whatever-the-hell you want to call it? Does this mean, to anyone who sees it, that I’m the Master of Lust Magick now?”
“You won it fairly. Lusting is about yielding to temptation. To Master Lust, you have to be something someone can’t help falling for. If you’re asking if that’s my heart, then yes, it is. It’s my Lust heart. I grew it beneath my skin when I bested the last Master who lived down in this cave. Now you have one too, besides the one you’re wearing.”
Pedri lightly touched his chest. “Where’s the one you earned?”
“I don’t know. Locked in a box somewhere. Probably with the rest of the goods I had when I got here, three fucking hundred years ago.” Dominic sighed and gazed at the rock ceiling. “I wish I…”
“What?” Pedri pounced. “You wish what, Dominic?”
Dominic refused to answer. Pedri punched him. “Ow! You little shit!”
“Tell me. Again, a demand. What do you want?” Pedri ordered Dominic to answer.
“All right, fine.” Dominic raised his shoulder, then let it drop. “A smoke. They’re for enhancing the Magick, but they calm me down. My own blend of herbs called from the forest up above our heads.” The ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “For three centuries I’ve been immortal, unchanging. It’s not like I had to worry about lung cancer.”
“You mean one of these?” Pedri sent out invisible fingers, combing through the cave until he found a small stone box full of paper cylinders. He brought one back to their shared bed and, with a word, set a spark to the end. Passing it over to Dominic, he inhaled. “Cloves. I wondered what smelled like apple pie down in this place.”
Dominic laughed -- a full, startled laugh, a genuine one. Pedri grinned. “Go ahead,” he encouraged. “But this is your last one. I don’t like the taste.”
“Who says you’ll be tasting anything?” Dominic took a deep drag and exhaled a cloud of misty, fragrant smoke.
“I say I will. When I kiss you.”
Dominic turned so quickly that he almost bumped noses with Pedri. Pedri, who reached up to caress Dominic’s cheek, tracing the bone all the way down to his full, delicious mouth. “You heard what I said,” he informed the Magus quietly. “If I’m the Master here now, then I say fuck the rules. You’re not going anywhere in the morning, and you’re not sleeping alone tonight if I can convince you to cover me.”
Emotions flickered through Dominic’s eyes, finally settling on startled surprise. “You…” he started. “My God, you do have balls.”
“Two of them.” Pedri reached for Dominic’s free hand and brought it down to cup his sac. He hissed at the feel of another’s fingers on him, curling a little closer to the Magus. “A prize pair. Fuck the rules.”
Dominic took another puff on his herbal cigarette, eyes narrowed against the smoke. “Do you have any idea of what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Not really,” Pedri admitted. “That’s kind of the whole point. But I do know one thing for sure. Lust? It goes both ways. And love? It doesn’t take long to catch up. I don’t love you yet, but I think I could.”
Dominic looked confused. “Why?”
“Because.” Pedri leaned forward, brushing his lips across those of the Magus. “You’re the only one I’ve ever met with the balls to stand up to me.”
He earned himself another surprised laugh. Tossing his cigarette aside to smolder into ashes on the cave floor, Dominic brought his arm down to wrap around Pedri. “You’re already learning,” he said in a tone of wonder. “It took me a decade or more before I realized what you’ve learned in a couple of hours.”
“What can I say?” Pedri smiled, playing his ‘cute’ card again, and hoping for the best. “I learn quickly. And what I need, Dominic, is to learn. Not to be a puppet Master.”
Dominic nodded slowly. “You want me to stay, don’t you? And yes, I know you don’t have to answer.”
“I will anyway. Yes, I want you to stay. Is that such a bad thing? I need you here if I’m going to get this right. And then? Who the fuck says we have to live in a cave, Dominic? Fuck the rules. You’ve been down here long enough, and I’m not spending three centuries staring at stalactites. We’re going to see the world, and we’re going to get rich using our Magick.” Pedri tapped a dot, dot, dot pattern down Dominic’s chest. “A real happy ever after.”
“Those don’t exist.”
“They do if I say they do. I’m the Master now, remember?”
“How could I forget? You’re wearing a Lust heart around your neck. The one I had for so long.” Dominic toyed with the chain. “This little trinket is why I can’t stay and be a part of your happy little story, ked’ri.”
Pedri felt his grin widening. “You called me ked’ri again.”
“And what if I did?”
“You care about me.” Dot, dot, dot. “You do. You just won’t admit it. Go on, come clean. From the minute you saw me, you couldn’t resist me.” Pedri laid it on thick, audacious as he dared. “Say it. You. Want. Me.”
Dominic answered with a kiss, another crushing, bruising bringing of mouth together with mouth, grasping the back of Pedri’s head to draw them even closer together. “Of course I want you,” he said, voice ragged around the edges. “Anyone with eyes would want you. Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately? Add three hundred years of celibacy onto that --”
Pedri drew back. “Three hundred years?”
Dominic waggled the fingers of one hand. “Ked’ri, meet my love life.”
Pedri shook his head. “See? There’s so much I don’t understand. Being a Lust Master and hiding away in a cave for centuries. You’re not like the Magi I learned about in school.”
“So they have schools now. I knew about ultra-light 100 slims -- I mean, I do have access to cable if I want it -- wanted it -- I could have anything -- but I didn’t know the Council had given in on the university issue. They’d been fighting that for centuries when I came down here.”
“The ruling was made a few decades ago.” Pedri bit his lip and toyed with the small tuft of hair directly between Dominic’s nipples. “Do you really want to be talking about the finer points of a Mage’s education right now?” He curled a little closer, pressing his groin to Dominic’s hip. He was young, and it didn’t take much for him to get hard. Lying next to a man who looked like a walking wet dream was enough to drive him out of his mind. A man he Lusted after, Lusted for, and who he thought, beneath all the prickles, he could learn to care for. “There are other things we can be doing.”
Dominic hesitated, then bit his lip and shook his head. “I can’t.”
“For the love of God, why not?”
“Because. It’s not my place. You’re the Master.”
“And? I’m giving you an open pass.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Dominic picked up the emerald pendant and gave it a light yank. “You have power over me. You say what I can and can’t do. I’ll live the life of a celibate as long as you have my Lust heart… no matter how much I might wish otherwise. Sad truth.”
Pedri nodded. “I thought it might come to this,” he said. “Hold on. I’ve never done this before, but I think I’ve figured out the trick.” He placed his hand over his heart and concentrated hard, driving the Lust Magick deep inside himself. Almost… almost… there, yes, got it!
He came up with his hand closed, fist wrapped around something he didn’t want Dominic to see yet. “If there was a way,” he started. “If. Would you take me? Top me? Let me suck you? Be your student?”
“You’re asking for the moon.”
“Answer the question.”
Dominic kissed Pedri again, this time slowly, lingering over his lips like morsels of his favorite food. He
still tasted of apples. “Yes,” he whispered. “I would. You’ve got nerve, you’ve got looks, and you’re smart. You might as well be the last man on earth for me, but I’d choose you anyway.”
“Good.” Pedri opened his hand. A small crystal glittered on his palm, a perfectly white diamond shaped into a Valentine’s heart. “Here. This is yours now.” He summoned up another of his chains, the one that had led from his navel to his cock, and strung the heart around it. “Lift up your head.”
Dominic looked shocked, but obeyed as if he were in a dream. When the amulet settled around his neck he gave a gasp, as if he had been struggling for breath and could finally draw a lungful of clean air. “How,” he managed. “How did you… why did you?”
“If you have to ask, I’m not going to answer,” Pedri said frankly, then leaned in for his own kiss. He gave the embrace a personal spin, licking at Dominic’s lips until he was permitted inside, and once he was there, spent a good span of time learning the ins and the outs of the man. By the time he was finished, needing some air himself, Dominic was harder than the gems strung around their necks and pushing insistently against Pedri’s own erection.
The Magus shook his head. “You’re amazing,” he said, his voice losing some of that wry tone. He meant the words; Pedri knew as much. “And you’d do this for me. I never did you any favors.”
Pedri grinned. “Not yet. There’s always tomorrow.” He reached down to grip both of their cocks in his hand, as much as he could wrap his fingers around, and gave a light pull. “So what do you say we put these to good use?”
A light came on in Dominic’s eye, the kind of light every lover anywhere liked to see, one that said they knew they were going to get lucky, and were sure of who they’d be having fun with. A look that said MINE in capital letters, written in the language of lust and love. “I’d say roll over,” he murmured, giving Pedri a push. “There’s lube in the side niche.”
“We are, however, going to have to teach you about romance,” Pedri said, obeying instructions anyway. “You understand, don’t you? I gave you my Lust heart, and I have your Lust heart. We’re equals now, but I still want to learn from you.”
“Like you told me,” Dominic said, reaching past Pedri for a small container of sweet-smelling unguent, “there’s always tomorrow for romance. Right now, I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours the way I’ve wanted to since you set foot in my chamber door.” Despite his rough talk, he paused to drop a string of hot, wet kisses along an invisible line between Pedri’s shoulder blades, then, for good measure, trailed the tip of his tongue down Pedri’s spine to the divide of his ass.
Pedri gasped as Dominic’s tongue teased at the beginning of his split. “Sweet talker.”
“One of the best.”
“Are you going to keep going?” Pedri knew he sounded shameless, and didn’t care. The thought of Dominic’s talented mouth on his hole…
“It all depends on what you want.” Dominic licked lower, slipping between Pedri’s ass cheeks. Almost there -- almost -- “Are you serious about the Master and Apprentice thing? You’re not going to take over?”
“Why should I?”
“Why not? It’s what I did.” Finally, at last, Dominic struck gold and began rimming heated circles deep in Pedri’s ass. Dominic stiffened his tongue into a point and thrust it inside, fucking Pedri with it. The blood rushing to Pedri’s cock. He was a pushover for rimming, always had been, and if the giver wasn’t careful… “Stop,” he said with a moan. “Stop, or this’ll be over way too soon.”
“Somebody’s sensitive,” Dominic observed as he withdrew. “Let me clean my mouth.” He summoned a small bottle and a scrap of damp, soapy towel to him. He swigged from the one, which smelled like cinnamon and mint, and wiped his lips with the other, then dried them on his arm. “I want to kiss you,” he explained. “But not after I’ve had my mouth in your ass.”
“Considerate of you.” Pedri relaxed a little, feeling the edge of orgasm. “I think we can go on.”
“Not yet. Answers first. We have a deal, then?” Dominic wasn’t above using sexual persuasion to get what he wanted. Pedri moaned as Dominic’s long, questing fingers parted his ass cheeks and drew circles around the wet pucker of his hole.
“I’ll answer. Even though we both know I don’t have to.”
Dominic chuckled, a genuine sound of amusement, and in answer, drew his tongue in another long stripe up Pedri’s back. “Deal, student. But don’t get cocky.”
“That’s your job.” Pedri arched upwards, pressing back against Dominic. The Magus’ cock was hard and heavy against his ass, pulsing with a speedy beat and wet at the end. Dominic lavished more kisses on Pedri’s back, grasping at his hips, kneading them.
“So it is. What do you know about that?” Dominic rocked back and forward, letting Pedri feel the pressure and sensation of his cock against Pedri’s buttocks. “But I’ll bet it’s your job too,” he whispered, his lips close to Pedri’s ear. “Are you hard for me, apprentice? I’ll bet you’re just about ready to come. Lying in a wet spot on the bed that you’ve made, leaking out your anticipation for me. Is that how it goes? Do you want me that much?”
“And more,” Pedri managed to say, rocking with Dominic. “Hurry up.”
“Oh, a pushy bottom, huh?” All the same, Dominic indulged Pedri, dipping his fingers into the pot of spicy-smelling lubricant. It must have warmed between his fingers because it felt tingly and almost hot when he lined Pedri’s opening with the stuff, pushing his fingers inside one after the other and scissoring them wide. Pedri made the job as easy as he could, given that the sensation of Dominic inside him, even that little bit, made him want to buck and hump like a virgin on her wedding night.
“Greedy little student,” Dominic crooned. “All wide open for me. Tell me now, Pedri. Do you want my cock inside you?”
“God. More than anything. Yes, Dominic, yes. Hurry!”
“There’s no rush.” The tip of Dominic’s prick pressed at his entrance, ready to push inside. “We have all night, and all day tomorrow if we want.”
Pedri gyrated against the bed, grabbed a double handful of blanket and whispered, “If that’s how you want our lessons to begin.”
“You know, I think I do,” Dominic whispered, beginning his thrust. Not all that much preparation, but they didn’t need an abundance, or at least Pedri was sufficiently ready not to want a lot. Dominic had him hard enough to burst and desperate for cock to fill his ass. He liked his sex rough, and his lovers passionate. He’d said goodbye to one, but he was welcoming another into his life and his bed.
“Good,” he managed as Dominic slowly, torturously slowly, slid inside him. “Now fuck me.”
Dominic laughed again at the sounds Pedri made when his dick prodded Pedri’s sweet spot, doing it again and again. “Your wish is my command, Master,” he whispered.
“For now and for always.”
Willa Okati
Willa Okati is one hundred percent in love with all things vampire and supernatural. However, she’s an even bigger fan of stories that feature beautiful men exploring their desires for one another. Casually known as the “blue-haired, tattooed wench” among Changeling folks, she lives for the fun of acting just as young as she feels. She’d love for you to visit her website at http://www.willaokati.com or join her reader’s loop for fun and chatter at [email protected]. Happy reading!
