Quicksilver Sorcery

Disclaimer – I own none of the characters or the plot/story that this is based off of.

Again I am trying more for eroticism than straight porn with a 70s soundtrack attached. Not as artistically erotic as ‘Willing Sin’ this story is also written with a different narrator for lack of a better term. Also it has a little more of a plotline.

QUICKSILVER SORCERY


Trying to stay quiet, and hiding under an old coat, a teenage boy made his way to the top of the tower, unruly hair blowing into his blue eyes.

Oh how he enjoyed these moments, stolen when no one was looking, like a guilty pleasure. But whatever this was, it was more than a guilty pleasure.

A guilty pleasure was having that extra bowl of ice cream at dinner. It was taking a nap when you knew you should be doing your homework and had been nagged, and quiet viciously about it too. It was something that you shouldn’t do, but implying that even if you did it, the repercussion wouldn’t be too bad.

This was so much more, he didn’t know what it was exactly, but he knew that. When they were together nothing else seemed to matter, nothing but each other.

His lover told him that.

Once.

Reaching the top he paused and filed the image in front of him away for those times they couldn’t meet.

Pale hair turned almost white in the moonlight, soft skin glowing.

His smaller lover looked like he was a glass figurine all sharp angles, and hard planes. But his skin, his skin was like silk. The taller boy loved to run his hands across it, memorizing those places that caused the paler boy to moan and pant and reach for him.

He was always amazed when he touched his lover.

He knew that they were opposites and in more ways than one, but they didn’t speak of that.

They usually didn’t speak too much at all.

They didn’t really need to anymore.

Watching his pale lover stand in the moonlight he remembered an old tapestry in his grandmother’s house.

It depicted a scene more than a thousand years past, when witches and wizards were not the only mortal users of magic. An age when mages and sorcerers wielded fearsome powers.

On the tapestry a lone figure stood in the middle of a field. Stones encircled them, some buried in the ground, others floating around, as if magic had torn them loose. They looked straight out from the image and yet you could never tell if they were male or female. All you saw were their eyes, blue eyes that glowed with power so strong it bled out like lightening. Behind them brewed a storm.

His grandmother claimed it was an ancestor, said the eyes were the key.

No one was ever sure to believe her or not.

Now, for him, a similar mythical figure stood.

Perched on a dark tower, and bathed in moonlight as a cold breeze twisted a cape into black velvet wings. He looked like a dragon forced into mortal flesh, ready to swipe out at any who came to close without permission.

Stepping forward the boy reached out a sun kissed hand to touch the dragon.

Mercury colored eyes shot across the space between them as if sensing the movement. Eyes turned from palest blue to liquid silver, as the dragon boy’s own magic began spilling forth into the night.

The teenager loved it when the dragon eased up on his magic. It would flood his body, flowing with each pulse of his heart. Turning him into something more than mortal flesh could ever understand.

All you had to do was touch him to feel the difference.

Reaching out a sun-gold hand the boy cupped a pale cheek, watching as it flushed with warmth. Letting his hands drift down he pushed the heavy cloak off of bare shoulders exposing a bare chest.

Bending his head he trailed open mouth kisses from an arched neck to a sharp collarbone, angles and planes.

Biting down he felt his quicksilver lover, his dragon, jerk then relax, breathing out his name as he did.

“Ron.”

Lifting his head Ron stared into his dragon’s eyes, trying to figure out how the night’s meeting would go. While always passionate, some nights were gentler, and others far fiercer, almost brutal.

Tonight seemed somewhere in between.

Smiling he leaned in for a kiss. Lips that spat out some of the most vicious and cruel words softened and opened, meeting him half way.

Tongues danced, dipping in and out of mouths. Deliberately he raked his tongue along a sharp incisor, drawing blood. His pale dragon moaning at the metallic taste in his mouth, and sucking on the small wound to get more.

Pulling away Ron began trailing his lips down.

Down past the sharp collarbones to two pale pink nipples.

He loved those nipples.

At first look they seemed out of place on his lover’s body. Large and pink, they stuck out from the hairless chest, big enough to draw into his mouth and suck on. Some unnamed person once accused him of having an oral fixation. Mentioning that he could always stop had earned him a slap to the back of his head.

Lowering his head he drew one into his mouth and capturing it between his teeth began flicking his tongue over the tip.

A hardened length was thrust into his stomach as panting was heard above his head.

“Harder.” Came the soft command, and obliging he bit down.

This time instead of pants a ragged moan escaped.

“Gods yes!”

Loving to hear those sounds the red-haired boy reached up a hand from where they had been resting at slim hips to pinch and twist the other nipple. This earned him another moan.

Senseing that neither would last long tonight he pulled away.

Silver eyes opened to watch as he shoved his coat off and pulled his jumper over his head. Pajama pants soon following as he grabbed his discarded clothes as well as the forgotten cloak to make a cushion on the cold flagstones.

Turning from his kneeling position he held out a hand, which was immediately grasped.

Tugging he drew the other boy down, laying him out on the clothes. Reaching he untied the laces holding dark pants closed and once had them open slid them off long pale legs.

Settling between those legs he once again leaned in for a kiss. Long fingered hands slid into his hair to pull him closer. Feeling the urgency from his lover he pulled back far enough in order to mumble a well-practiced spell.

Reaching down with one hand he slid a single finger into the bespelled passage. Working as fast as he could, he stretched his lover so as not to hurt him. One finger soon became two.

Pulling back he looked down in order to judge his dragon’s readiness and received a nod.

Using the same hand, as he had to stretch, Ron placed himself at the opening to his lover’s body.

Staring deep into mercury colored eyes, Ron drove himself deep into his lover. Then he forced himself to hold still to as the smaller boy beneath him twitched and moaned. He loved to watch his lover’s reactions and secreted each away for that day when he may no longer be able to watch like this and must rely on his memories.

The body under him soon relaxed from the nearly brutal intrusion, and a pair of slender arms rose to circle under his arms and around his chest. He realized early on, that while he was slender, the paler boy was also strong, and it was wiser to keep those arms away from his neck.

Slowly as if to make up from his earlier harsh treatment, he began to move, thrusting into the willing body. Pale legs rose up and heels tucked themselves into the small of his back.

Soon caution gave way to passion as his pace speed up.

Driving deeper into his lover’s beautiful body Ron felt it as his dragon reached his peak, pushing him over that final edge as well.

Then something strange happened.

His lover let go, let go of every hold and block, every barrier that normally held his magic in check. It burst forth from his pale body in a swirl of blue white power, like a cold wind during a snowstorm.

It called forth Ron’s own magic, a wash of electric blue that carried the smell of rain.

The magic literally swirled around them, bright colors meeting, blending and once again flowing apart. Magic, pure power swirled around them, cocooning them in a scent of snow and winter flowers.

It was incredible.

As their magic slowly settled back into their bodies their eyes met and held, and without words they knew.

They knew they had been somehow changed, that something had been awakened inside them.

They knew from that moment on, nothing could touch them, separate them.

They understood so much.

Smiling the pale man freed one arm and placing the hand on the back of a sun touched neck pulled his lover into a kiss. A tender kiss that carried with it all of the emotions they were previously too wary to acknowledge, let alone call by name.