by Sean Michael
"You... You don't have to, Corm."
He raised his head. He could still feel Plum's tongue inside him, his own hole squeezing tight at the memory. "Don't you want it?"
"Yes..." Plum's eyes closed, lips parted. "I want, but I would not force you."
Corm chuckled. "That toe of yours isn't that powerful, Plum."
Plum stilled, then those eyes popped open, the laughter bright and fine. Still grinning, he dove in, licking experimentally across Plum's hole. The little ring of skin was heated and shifted under his tongue. He licked again, the taste of Plum stronger, but still good. Moaning, he pressed his face closer and licked once more.
That earned him a deep, low groan, Plum spreading as those legs drew up. He knew how this felt, knew how good it was. He lapped and lapped, eager to share how Plum had made him feel. Plum's cries rang out, the man moving faster and faster under his tongue. He slid his thumb into his mouth, and then pushed it into Plum's body. That hole jerked, squeezing him tight, the need obvious and so sweet.
He rubbed with his thumb, and fucked with his tongue, his own cock hard, throbbing every time Plum called out with pleasure or tightened around him. It was so good. Plum's magick buzzed over his skin, down his spine, the sensation odd and wild.
His cock throbbed, and he went to his knees, kissing his way up Plum's back. "I want you." He rubbed the head of his prick over Plum's hole.
"Yes." Plum nodded, hips rocking, rolling back against him.
He whispered a small spell to ease the way, and pushed into Plum, the tight heat all but pulling him in.
"Corm..." His name in that voice suited him down to the bone.
"Right here." His prick nudged against Plum's gland. By the lady's veil, how could this be so good?
"More." The fire seemed to flare right between him, the pressure around his prick perfect.
"Yes." He pulled his hips back, and then pushed in again, going slowly the first time, but quickly picking up speed.
They found a rhythm, Plum's cries driving them both. He'd had other lovers, but no one had filled him with this fire, with the pleasure that came along with it. He murmured Plum's name, whispered secrets, lost himself in their bodies. Plum grabbed one of his hands, brought it to that kiss-swollen mouth, tongue sliding over his skin.
Groaning, he moved faster, hips sawing wildly as the sensations crashed over him. He could feel Plum's body respond, feel the heat and pressure all around him. He reached around Plum's body, hard prick all but leaping into his hand. Moaning, he wrapped his fingers around it, tugging as he thrust, feeling Plum's response in his own cock.
"Yes. Yes, please. I need." Plum's head tossed, golden hair catching the light.
"I know." He knew and he felt it, too, felt that need to make it last forever, but to come now as well.
Groaning, he slid his fingers along Plum's cock, pushing in over and over. Plum whimpered, cock throbbing, full in his palm. The heat and the silk of it felt amazing, almost as good as the tightness and heat of Plum's ass around his cock. He could feel the way Plum shifted and shuddered around him, the way Plum clenched around him.
"Yes! Yes, Plum. Give it to me. I want it." He tightened his grip around Plum's cock.
Heat sprayed over his fingers, Plum's muscles fluttering around his cock. It was just what he needed, his hips jerking, pushing his prick into Plum in short, hard strokes. Groaning, he let Plum's body milk his orgasm right out of him.
The thief slumped to the bed, shoulders shaking as he panted. He followed Plum down, groaning as his cock slipped out. He pressed a kiss to Plum's shoulder, tongue sliding out to lap at the salt on the man's skin. "This could become habit forming, thief."
"Only if you manage to capture me again and again..."
"You'd still run, Plum?" Disappointment went through him.
"Isn't that what you need from me? The chase? Excitement?"
"You think that's all this is?" He supposed he couldn't blame the man, it had, after all, been true at first. Before he'd actually come face to face with the thief.
"I don't know what this is. You're the wizard. What do you think?"
He slid off Plum's back and curled around the man instead. "It's not magick, Plum. Not trickery." He supposed knowing what it was not was better than not knowing at all.
"Not trickery." Plum leaned into him, heart beating against his chest.
"No, I'd know if it was." He touched Plum's mark, but it was just a mark, no magick in it at all, only warm skin. Plum's belly went tight, the muscles sliding under his touch.
"What does this mean to you?" he asked, fingers tracing it once and then sliding down to wrap around Plum's hip.
"It's my master's mark. It means..." Plum's voice trailed off, the lean body tense. "Nothing."
He snorted. "Nothing. Right." He rolled Plum onto his back, hands holding Plum's arms down. "Tell me."
Plum's cock jerked, those eyes flashing. "Make me."
"You'd like that, would you?" A thrill went down his spine at the thought of tying Plum to his bed and torturing the man. There were ropes on the drapes at the window...
Plum bared his teeth, started struggling, but that cock filled, swelled, the lean cheeks flushing dark. Plum's excitement spurred his own and he whispered an immobilization spell, which might have been cheating, but he didn't really care, and then he sped over to the window, tugging the ropes free of the drapery.
"Wizard! Let me go!" That long, thin cock slapped Plum's belly.
Corm chuckled as he came back, excitement coursing through him as he straddled Plum's thighs and leaned up to tie his arms to the bedposts. Their cocks rubbed together as he leaned up over Plum to reach.
"Let me go." Plum's body and mouth were not speaking the same language at all.
He let go of the spell that had been holding Plum to the bed. Not that it mattered anymore, the ropes were good and tight. "I will. Once you've told me what this means to you." He traced the dark lines of his family crest on Plum's chest.
"I told you. Nothing." Plum's nipples went tight, the peaks sweet and firm.
"You lie." He veered away from his tracing, flicking his fingers across the hard little nubs, and then squeezing them lightly.
"I do not..." Plum arched up toward his touch, hips jerking.
"You do," he insisted, rolling to rub their cocks together. His prick slid along Plum's, the heat burning hot against his skin.
"No... They're just a mark of shame..."
"What?" He sat back up, hands coming off Plum's body like he'd been burned. How could his family crest, inked into Plum's skin by his grandfather, be a mark of shame?
"That's what he told me. My shame because my magick was lacking, worthless." The ropes worked free, Plum slipping from under him to grab the black cloak, hide beneath it. "Only an echo, a shadow."
Anger surged through Corm at that. "We don't all have the magick in us. The shame wasn't yours if he didn't know that when he took you on!"
Plum didn't answer, simply moved around the room, gathering his clothes, dressing quickly and quiet. By Alna's tit -- they were back to this? Growling, he went to Plum and grabbed his arms, shaking the man. "Why do you keep trying to run away from me?"
"Because you're under my skin!"
"Running away isn't going to get rid of me." But maybe it was time to let Plum go. He was fairly confident the man would be back, Plum wouldn't be able to help himself, any more than he'd be able to stop himself from keeping tabs on the man while he was gone.
"It has to." Plum came up to him, kissed him until his knees buckled. "But I have to go avoid a man who wants your stone."
"You can avoid him here," Corm pointed out, hand reaching back to steady himself against his bed.
"He could come here for you." Plum was drawn, eyes fastened to him.
"You've already discovered how safe I am in my own home, Plum." He reached out, pushing the cloak off one of Plum's shoulders, baring the fine skin.
"Who are you?" The words were groaned, P
lum moving toward his touch.
"Yours," he said, repeating his answer from before. He had no other way to say it.
"Mine." Plum groaned, cheeks flushing dark.
"You see?" He tugged Plum close, pressing their mouths together, opening his lips and offering himself to Plum.
"Yes." Plum's tongue pushed into his lips, fucking his mouth most passionately.
He grabbed hold of Plum's ass and held on tight. Plum pushed him down upon the bed, holding him, almost clinging to him. He wrapped his ankle around the back of Plum's legs, holding him tighter. Plum's eyes were filled with wildness, fear. A desperation. Hunger.
They humped like wild animals, instinct and need driving them, slapping their bodies together. The heat and noise of it were intoxicating, the sensation rolling through him even more so. And the sight of Plum moving with abandon above him was almost enough to make him spend yet again.
He dug his fingers into Plum's ass, barely holding onto his control, but determined to drag Plum into the depths of pleasure with him. That connection between them seemed to deepen, to twist and dig deeply within him, and he guessed Plum felt it as well. Deep, desperate cries began ringing out, echoing in his room.
There was a magick at work here, but it didn't belong to anyone, it didn't hold his own flavor, nor Plum's, as if the magick controlled itself. Controlled them. Corm gave himself over to it, and to Plum, body and heart. Plum accepted him, took his energy in and held him, as if he was a treasure, a precious jewel.
He exploded in a rush, his seed pumping out of him and spreading between them as pleasure, and Plum, held him tight. "Plum," he whispered. "My Plum. Mine."
"Corm..." Plum nodded, moaning for him.
He held on with his arms and his legs, Plum's weight and warmth so good. "Say you'll stay, Plum. You belong to me. With me." He shrugged. "They are the same."
"How could I have come to you, searching for your focus, and become your own?"
"The magick willed it." He was sure of that now, had felt the power that he wielded moving of its own volition through him and Plum. He wasn't sure if that explained his initial attraction, and certainly Plum's being here to steal the stone had been his own doing, but this... bond between them. That was pure.
"The magick wills it." The words seemed heavy with portent, Plum heated against him.
"Yes." He slid his finger over Plum's lips, the sensation going through him at the touch almost electric. "You can feel it."
Plum dragged his hand down, placing his fingers against the dark ink, the silver seeming to flare and color at his touch.
"Yes," he said again. "But this magick is not colored by my grandfather. I think he was compelled to leave the mark on you and made an excuse to do so." He slid his hand down, the colors in Plum's skin seeming to shift and swirl, responding to him, to his fingers. "Can you feel that?" he asked. "Is it good?" Surely Plum would stay now -- he could not deny this.
"Yes..." Plum arched, entire body rippling, reaching for him.
He closed his eyes, reaching for the magick. It was there, inside Plum, inside himself, and around them both.
He could get lost in this. Perhaps he already was.
Chapter Three
Plum wandered the halls of the wizard's keep, humming some long-forgotten song that his wet nurse had sung to him. The last days had been bliss, filled with magick and food and sweet lovemaking. He was filled with a peace that he never expected to know, to come to expect.
He was no longer a prisoner, but he hadn't felt the urge to explore outside. There were so many rooms to explore, so many things to see. To learn.
To poke about in.
There were voices down a stairway and Plum crept, the instinctive habit of silence falling over him.
"We agreed on twenty five." Corm sounded annoyed, his voice cold, dismissive.
Plum frowned, moving faster, curious as to who Corm would do business with so poorly.
"You did not say I would have to wait, master wizard."
He stopped short, head tilting. He knew that voice.
"Don't be greedy. I could just as easily not pay you and wipe this whole business from your memory, but I am an honorable man. Take your money and go."
Plum opened his mouth to explain that Creos was untrustworthy at best, dangerous at worst, when the man spoke again. "I brought the thief into your home, as you asked. He is yours now. Pay me."
"Honestly, wizard. I was only worth a mere twenty five? You caught a deal, I think." Plum stepped from the shadows, keeping his voice light, schooling his face to hide his agony. He was a fool, purchased or not.
"Plum! It isn't what you think." Corm touched his arm. "Let me get rid of this man and explain."
"Of course it isn't what I thought." He'd thought he'd come home, somehow. "Do your business, wizard. You've a scoundrel waiting at your door."
He slipped away, heading for the stairs. Thrice-cursed Augla, what if he hadn't heard? What if he'd believed this nonsense? A wizard bound to him for all time. Loving him.
He wasn't even sure where he was going, but he didn't get very far before he heard Corm's footsteps coming after him. The ink on his chest burned and his fingers tore at it through his blouse.
Corm's hand wrapped around his arm and turned him around. "I thought you'd finally stopped running away from me."
"I thought you..." He clamped his lips shut. Enough. He had shared enough. He had paid well enough for entering this house. "It matters not at all. Is your business concluded?"
"It is and we need never speak of it again." Corm's free hand came up to cup his cheek.
Plum shuddered, stepped away, the ink on his skin aflame. "If our business is concluded, I should take my leave."
Corm followed him, his frown making lines in his forehead. "You and I have no business, and you will not leave."
"This has all been business, hasn't it? Did you arrange this?"
"No! Not this." Corm's hand landed on his chest, palm over the tattoo through his shirt. "I never expected this."
"What did you expect? What did you want from me?" Hurt. He hurt, deep in his bones, but that damned touch stopped the burning. Lying magicked bastard.
"I wanted you out of my system!" Grabbing him with both hands, Corm dragged him close. "I saw you at Lord Salson's party, pocketing pretties and I had to have you, to taste you."
"And now that you have? Was I worth your twenty-five pieces?"
"I was supposed to get this petty thief out of my system, Plum. Instead I found... a soul mate. I could no more put a price on your head than I could let you leave."
"You." Soul mate. No. No, he'd been deceived. "Do you always trick those you wish to bed?"
Corm snorted. "Would you have come to my bed if I'd asked, thief?"
He looked at the wizard, at the fine way the man was put together. "I'm no stranger to lovemaking. We could have become lovers."
"We have become lovers, Plum." Corm's mouth descended down onto his.
He responded to the kiss for a heartbeat before he remembered that he'd been taken, fooled, and he jerked away. "We are not lovers. I am a thief. You are a wizard. Our business is concluded." The last words caused the pain in his chest to flare and his knees buckled. "You magicked me..."
"I did nothing of the sort!" Corm caught him as he fell, pulling him against Corm's body. "I was as caught off guard as you were. I never expected love."
"Love..." The heat in his chest flared, near overwhelming him, his heart pounding. "You..." The wizard must be lying. Must be.
"What do you think we've been doing the last days? Do you think I've been pretending? That I've been faking how I feel?" Corm glared at him, as if he were the one who had wronged Corm and not the other way around.
"How would I know? How could I know whether you felt as I did..."
"Not felt, Plum. Feel." Corm shook him. "You cannot just turn it off. I know you still feel it. You cannot hide from it."
"I hurt." That was what he felt. Hurt.
/> Corm's face fell. "I never wanted to hurt you, Plum."
"I wanted to believe I had come home."
"But you have, Plum. No matter how you came to be here, you are home, you are mine." Corm cupped his cheek, thumb sliding across his lower lip. "Mine."
His eyes closed, the burn easing. "Tell me again how you came across me."
