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CONTENTS Making Magic Author's note About the Author ****

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Published by Phaze Books Also by Jade Falconer Morningstar Cold Hands, Warm... Girls on Film Tangled Web Escape "Devotion" from Phaze Fantasies, Vol. III Savior Morningstar: Death and Life (print) Sanctuary Wicked Game The Perfect Gift Back to the Past 4


Survival ****

**** This is an explicit and erotic novel intended for the enjoyment of adult readers. Please keep out of the hands of children. www.Phaze.com

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Making Magic a novella of homoerotic romance by JADE FALCONER [Back to Table of Contents]

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Making Magic copyright 2008 by Jade Falconer All rights reserved under the International and PanAmerican Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. ****

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6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222 Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC. To order additional copies of this book, contact: [email protected] www.Phaze.com Cover art © 2008 Debi Lewis Edited by Kathryn Lively eBook ISBN-13: 978-1-59426-814-1 First Edition May, 2008 Printed in the United States of America 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, 8


is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Author's note Events in this story are portrayed in the time before Hurricane Katrina. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Tommy was enjoying his first semester at college. He'd only made a few friends so far, but his classes were interesting, and he loved the city. New Orleans was different from anywhere he'd ever been. The heat was stifling, but as September gave way to October, it got better. One of his classes, on witchcraft, was particularly fascinating. There were a great many "witches" who had chosen the colorful location as their home, and supposedly a great deal of the city's history revolved around things intangible. Voodoo, black magic, high priestesses. Just as riveting as the syllabus was the man teaching it. He was downright stoic. If anything, his lectures tended to be a trifle unromantic for such a topic. But, the most notable thing about Professor Burton was that he was stunningly handsome, almost beautiful. He could be reading from the telephone book and Tommy would happily sit in the front row and listen to his mellifluous voice, watching those full lips and sculpted features. The professor looked to be in his midthirties, with short dark hair and striking blue-green eyes. His body looked solid and muscular underneath his regrettably conservative clothes. But, he wasn't reading the phonebook. He was speaking of witches, and whether they were real or not—the witches certainly believed they were. And so, it would seem, did the professor. "Do you think he's one of them?" he asked a couple of his friends as they left the class. 11


A tall, muscular boy with sandy brown hair snorted. "No such thing as witches, you dork." He nudged him as they walked. Another boy, with short dark hair, shook his head. "I don't know, man. He's fucking creepy. I'd believe it." Tommy looked up at the lighter-haired boy. Derek. He was certain Derek was straight, but he was still gorgeous in a homophobic jock kind of way. "If he is one of them, we should all be careful. He might hex us or something," he joked. Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Let him try, I'll kick his ass." The darker haired boy, James, looked a little worried. "You never know. He could do that voodoo shit." He shuddered. "I think he's harmless," Tommy said. "Actually, I think he's quite handsome in a dark, brooding sort of way." He watched Derek's reaction. Surely he had to know by now that Tommy was gay, if he had any sort of awareness about such things, at all. Derek frowned, looking at Tommy. "I bet he's totally just some grown-up Goth." "I bet he's not," James countered. "I'm not gonna piss him off, anyway." Tommy frowned at James. "Whatever, it's not like there's any way to find out, anyway. I'm sure it's not something he goes around flaunting. Probably some school rule against it or something." "I bet if anyone could find out, you could," Derek said, insinuation in his voice. 12


Tommy raised an eyebrow. "Find out if Professor Burton is a real witch or not? And how would I manage that?" he asked. Honestly, if Derek thought he could do it, he was highly motivated to try. He couldn't help wanting to impress the handsome young man. "Is this a dare of some sort? Because I have to tell you, that's one of my weaknesses," he said. Derek grinned. "You know that's why I said it," he replied. "I've heard other rumors about him." "Rumors, Derek?" Tommy asked, feigning innocence. "Cheating on his taxes? Stealing sugar packets from Starbucks to use at home, maybe? Or are you talking about having a preference for extremely sexy young men?" he asked with a wink. "You wouldn't be suggesting that I seduce a professor, would you?" He batted his eyelashes. Derek blushed a little while James gaped and said, "I hadn't heard that—" Derek interrupted. "I would never suggest such a thing. But if you want to win, I suppose you've got to use every advantage at your disposal." "Win? And what do I win, by the way? If I'm putting my precious advantages on the line?" he asked. He ignored James' sputtering, smiling wolfishly at Derek. Derek laughed. "Yes, such a hardship this will be for you. Well. If you win, and it's provable..." he considered. "I'll do your laundry for a month?" Tommy pursed his lips. "Hm, you drive a hard bargain, Derek, but I have a better idea." Now was the moment to see if Derek was completely opposed to the idea. He didn't seem 13


disgusted about the possibility of Tommy seducing Professor Burton. He crooked his finger for Derek to come closer so he could whisper in his ear. Derek raised an eyebrow but leaned in closer. "What?" Tommy leaned up, his lips just brushing Derek's ear. He knew he would have to ease into it. "If I win, you let me suck your cock," he whispered, enunciating the words. Derek's eyes widened and he gasped. James frowned. "What?" he demanded. Derek blushed and glared at James. "None of your business." He turned to Tommy. "I heard you right, didn't I." It wasn't a question. Tommy leaned back with a catlike smile. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. He could tell the other boy wasn't dead set against it, or he would have told James. Without looking at James, Derek mumbled, "Deal." He looked away. Tommy nodded coolly. "All right. You're on, then." They continued on their way to their next class. He knew it wouldn't take much to seduce the professor. He knew just how to play those intense types, assuming he really did like boys. **** The next time they had their witchcraft class, Tommy stayed after to ask some probing questions about the lecture. He waited patiently for the professor's attention. He'd deliberately worn his glasses, rather than his contacts, hoping to put on a studious air. 14


The professor looked up from his desk. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, Professor, but I was wondering if you would perhaps give me directions to the graveyard you mentioned today? It sounds so fascinating. I thought I might go have a look in person." He nibbled on his lower lip, clutching a thin spiral notebook to his chest. He had worn his tightest, most low-cut black jeans, and he knew that his hips were just about at the older man's eye level. The man's eyes went to Tommy's face after a very brief glance at his midriff. "Of course," he said after a moment. He pulled a pad of paper over to him. "From the dorms?" "Yes, thanks. Is it a long walk? I haven't got a car. I can take the bus though, if I have to." He pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled sweetly. The older man blinked, then began to write down instructions. "It's a bit of a walk," he said. "And I don't know how late the buses run." He smiled. "And of course you'll want to go at midnight, won't you?" Tommy blushed. "Well, that does seem to be the time to go, doesn't it?" He stepped a bit closer. "Have you been there at midnight?" he asked breathily. The older man looked up at Tommy, eyes a little wide. "Yes, I have. The magical resonances are much stronger at midnight." "Maybe ... oh, no, never mind," he said, shaking his head. He smiled again. "I'll find a way to get there, I'm sure."

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The professor raised an eyebrow. "Well actually, if you could wait a couple of days, I'm going there myself. Besides, it's not really safe to be there by yourself." "Really?" Tommy asked, looking at him guilelessly. "That would be incredible! I'm sure it would be much more rewarding to go with you than by myself. If you don't mind me tagging along, that is." The professor smirked. "As long as you do exactly as I say, and try not to disturb the resonance." Tommy nodded slowly. "Oh, I promise," he said quietly. He wanted to add that he was very good at taking orders, but he didn't want to start off too overtly sexual. He had to earn this man's trust before he let him get anywhere. The older man stared into Tommy's eyes for a long moment before smiling slightly and nodding. "All right then. I'll pick you up at about eleven on Friday night." "Brilliant," Tommy said, smiling. He was reasonably sure that if he was careful he could have the older man eating out of his hand in a few short days. "Do you have any sort of study group or anything? I'd love to discuss the subject in more detail. It's really fascinating." The older man stood slowly, so that now he was looking down on Tommy. "Not at the moment," he replied slowly, picking up his notes. "But I'll take it under consideration. If there is enough interest, of course." "Oh. Okay. Um. I'll just meet you out front of Xavier Hall, then? That's the dorm I'm in." He looked up at the professor, worrying his full lower lip between his teeth. 16


The professor's lips quirked. "I don't suppose I have to tell you to wear black." That made Tommy smirk a little. "Oh well, that's handy. Most of my clothes are black," he said, chuckling. The man had a gorgeous smile. "What a surprise," he answered, not unkindly. "And don't bring any electronic devices, like cell phones or iPods. Or you can leave them in the car. It's very important." Tommy nodded. "All right. Because they interfere with the energy?" he asked, his expression innocent and wondering. "Exactly," the professor nodded seriously. He finished packing his things and he came around the desk. "I will see you Friday night then, Mr. Edwards." "Friday night," he said breathily. "Please feel free to call me Tommy, though. If you want to, I mean." He gave him a shy smile and started backing up, nearly bumping into a desk. "Eleven o'clock Friday," he said again, then turned and strolled out of the classroom with a little bounce in his step. **** Tommy carefully chose his clothes for his late night rendezvous with the mysterious professor. He knew what he had to do to appeal to men like him. He wore his tightest, lowest black jeans, a small, tight black t-shirt, and a black hoodie. At five minutes to eleven, he was standing on the curb in front of his dorm building. He sucked on a cigarette as he waited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

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A black SUV pulled up precisely at eleven. The tinted window lowered to reveal Professor Burton. "Hello," he said, his gaze flicking down Tommy's body. Tommy threw his cigarette down and stepped on it before climbing into the tall vehicle. "Hi," he said, smiling shyly. "Right on time." He buckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat to face the professor. "Is this all right?" he asked, looking down at his own clothing. "All black, right?" The professor was silent for a moment, regarding Tommy, before he turned to face front and put the SUV into gear. "Perfect," he said. "I hope you are in the proper frame of mind for this." "The proper frame of mind?" he asked. He loved the way the other man looked at him, and he had a feeling that he was at least a little attracted. "I should think graveyards give one a sort of contemplative, respectful feeling. Is there something specific I should be trying for?" he asked eagerly. "Respect is the key," the older man instructed with a sidelong glance at Tommy. "The spirits are very sensitive to emotions." Tommy licked his lips. "Is that so?" He wondered if the spirits would be able to sense other things. "I'll do my best to be respectful." The large vehicle moved like a hovercraft as they headed off campus. "Do you think I should be focusing on something specific? Do you have any preparation that you do?" he asked. The professor's lips quirked into a smile. "That depends on your intentions for this trip," he said neutrally. "You should 18


focus on what you wish to get out of this visit; sometimes I find the spirits to be quite helpful." Tommy tilted his head to one side. "And what are your intentions? Or is that none of my business?" he asked. He didn't expect an answer. He knew the other man was a little secretive, and he had only just begun his assault. "I prefer not to say," Professor Burton answered. "These things are intensely personal, and not taken lightly by the spirits." "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude." He turned forward and put his hands flat on top of his thighs. "I'll try to be serious," he added. A small part of him wondered if the spirits would actually help him with his quest to get into the other man's pants and his confidence. The older man nodded, and turned his attention to the road. They arrived at the graveyard in short order, and they parked. Tommy pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, turned it off, and put it in the glove compartment. He slid out of the truck and closed the door quietly. He waited for the professor to get out, following him a little uncertainly. The older man led the way past the chained, wrought iron gates, to a smaller, almost concealed gate. He pulled out an ancient-looking key and wiggled it around in the lock until it opened. He swung the gate opened with an impressive creak. He glanced at Tommy and said, "Access to the graveyards is restricted at night to only authorized visitors. To reduce vandalism." He stopped, glancing around and taking a deep breath. Then he nodded, and smiled mysteriously. 19


Tommy hesitated then followed after him quickly. He caught up after a minute, watching the older man closely, but not daring to say anything. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and fell into stride beside him. He looked around at the crypts and tombstones as they passed them, and it occurred to him that each one represented a life, a person with hopes and dreams. Some of them probably even tried to get into their professors' pants as well. He hoped the spirits of some of them would send some magic his way. The older man walked to the approximate center of the graveyard, then turned in a circle. He breathed deeply again. Then he looked at Tommy. "What are you looking for?" he asked in a speculative tone. Tommy hadn't expected the question. He swallowed hard and raised his eyes to the man's face. "Wisdom?" he said carefully. "Or did you mean more specifically?" Several comments occurred to him, but he thought joking would be a mistake. The man's face broke into a rueful smile. "Whichever you wish to share. But only if you wish." "I seek understanding," he said softly, trying to look earnest and innocent. He smiled a bit. "Is that all right?" He stepped closer and looked into Tommy's eyes. "Understanding. A noble goal." Tommy tilted his head back to gaze at the other man. "Do you think the spirits can help me with that?" he asked. He wanted to ask if they could help him with the ulterior motives 20


in his heart. The closer the professor got, the more he was convinced that the answer was yes. "The ways of the spirits are mysterious," he said in response. Then he laughed. "Listen to me, I sound like a bad psychic. Forgive me. But I wish you to understand this is no joke." Tommy's lips twitched. "I think I appreciate the gravity of the situation, Professor. Is there any sort of ritual involved?" he asked. "I'm assuming you didn't ask me to wear black if we're going to dance naked under the full moon." The man's eyes widened. "You must, of course, do what the spirits guide you to do. But there's no ritual." He hesitated, then added, "And please. When we are alone, feel free to call me Elliot." "Thank you. Elliot," he said quietly. That was definite progress and it made him smile. What the spirits guided me to do, hm? Tommy closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He concentrated on focusing, centering himself, to try to genuinely feel if the spirits were suggesting anything useful. "We have a few moments until midnight," Elliot observed. Tommy turned away from him and tipped his head back to stare up at the stars. "I only tell time on my cell phone these days, so without it I'm completely lost," he whispered. He leaned fairly far back, and took a half step back to adjust his stance. However, just as he did, a smooth stone caught under his heel and he tumbled backward, directly into Elliot's solid chest. The older man caught Tommy easily, holding him for a moment. "Are you all right?" he asked softly. 21


Tommy straightened quickly. He had sort of meant to do that, but it had ended up being a little more realistic than he'd planned. "Yes, sorry," he said quietly. He stepped forward a few paces, and looked up at the night sky again. Elliot's arms had felt strong and warm for the moment they were around him. He wished it wasn't over so quickly. Elliot frowned and looked around. "Did you feel anything?" he asked. Tommy turned and looked at the other man. "Feel what?" he asked. Their surroundings were somewhat sinister, he had to admit, though he felt safe enough with Elliot there. Elliot shook his head. "When ... when we were touching, I felt a sort of ripple." Tommy had to struggle to suppress a grin. Things seemed to be playing right into his hands. "Well, perhaps we should try it again?" he said in what he hoped was an innocent way. Elliot smirked. "Aren't you afraid it might be evoking a negative energy?" Tommy looked at him, wide-eyed. "Could it do that?" he asked. He had to be careful. He didn't want to seem overeager in the wrong way. "With the supernatural, anything is possible." He looked into Tommy's eyes and added, "Many ghosts tend to be rather conservative, and take a dim view of any sort of alternative behavior." Tommy felt himself flush at that. "But, it wasn't, I mean ... oh." He looked down and took another step away. "Well, I wouldn't want to upset anyone." So, Elliot had interpreted it as sexual. He couldn't have been happier, and he had to turn 22


away so the other man wouldn't see his small smile of triumph. "Whether it was or wasn't, the spirits can read your intentions," Elliot replied. "And your reactions." It was the older man's turn to look discomfited. Tommy turned slowly to face him again. He chewed on his bottom lip. "I suppose it's lucky that only spirits can," he said quietly. Elliot nodded and took a deep breath. "I cannot tell if the reaction we got was negative or positive, but I'd like to explore it further. If you are up to it." Tommy took a tentative step toward him. "If you think it would be a worthwhile thing, I'm all for it." He licked his lips, stepping closer still. "Should I just do the same as before?" he asked. Elliot shook his head. "Let's do this slowly." He glanced at his watch. "It's midnight. Just step closer to me. Slowly." Tommy took another step, moving slowly as he'd been told. He took another and that put him directly in front of the taller man. He looked up at his face and swallowed hard. He reached out with his hands and placed them lightly on Elliot's shoulders. Elliot closed his eyes briefly, then opened them to gaze at Tommy. "Nothing so far," he said, as he brought his hands up to Tommy's hips. Tommy leaned in and pressed his body against Elliot's. He drew an unsteady breath and closed his eyes as if concentrating on the spirits. It felt lovely. He was so firm and 23


solid. His hands slid around the back of Elliot's shoulders. "Anything?" he whispered. Elliot cleared his throat. "I can feel something. An energy. It's not clear." He tightened his grip on Tommy slightly. "Can you feel anything?" It was extremely difficult for Tommy not to say something sexual. He was naturally a very sensual person, not this innocent nerd he was attempting to portray. "I think so," he said. "Like a kind of humming. All around." He pressed more tightly against Elliot's body. He was feeling something, all right. "Yes. Humming, that's a good word for it," Elliot acknowledged. He ran his hand unconsciously up and down Tommy's back. "Does it feel angry to you at all? Threatening?" Tommy's lips twitched involuntarily. "Nnno," he said cautiously. "It feels tense, perhaps." He licked his lips, trying desperately not to grind his hips against the older man. He was getting harder by the moment, and he made a little show of holding his hips back, as if he would be embarrassed for Elliot to know the state he was in. Elliot moved closer then froze, gasping. Then he moved back and stammered, "We may be in the midst of a very specific type of magic." "What type of magic is that?" he asked. Elliot's gasp did nothing to alleviate his growing problem. His already snug trousers were uncomfortably tight now. For just a moment, he closed his eyes again and moved forward, letting himself 24


feel the delicious sensation of his aching cock pressed against a muscular, male body. This time, a distinct moan escaped Elliot's mouth. His thigh pressed against Tommy's bulge. "It's sometimes called sex magic," he breathed. Tommy had read about sex magic, but he played dumb. "And that's a way to summon energy?" he asked quietly. Elliot nodded. "It can summon very powerful magic. Very difficult to control. But very potent." Tommy was sure it couldn't be this easy. He was trembling slightly. "I feel it," he said, starting to pant a little. He was ready and willing, but he wasn't going to push. Elliot still held Tommy closely. "It's building. The magic likes us." He pushed his leg against Tommy more firmly. Tommy choked back a whimper, and his hips wriggled against Elliot's thigh. "How ... how do you know that it likes us?" he asked breathlessly. If it liked them too much more, Tommy was going to come in his jeans. "Because I can feel it. The magic grows stronger and feeds on our passion. We would know if the spirits disapproved." Tommy shamelessly ground against Elliot. He rested his head on the other's broad shoulder, whimpering softly. His fingers laced into the silky dark hair at the back of his professor's neck. "Is there anything else we're supposed to do?" he asked. Elliot's voice was strained. "I don't know. I think I need to do more research. I want to look up some references." His hands roamed over Tommy's body. 25


Tommy squeezed his eyes shut. The thought flickered through his mind that this man was playing with him. Well, if he was, it made him quite a lot more interesting. He nuzzled against his neck, every inch of his slim body against him. Abruptly, Elliot stepped back, panting. "We, I can't." he looked at Tommy. "This is dangerous. I'm not sure what were dealing with. We should leave." Tommy was disappointed. But then, he hadn't expected things to get even this far. He let out a huff of breath. "Sorry," he said, hugging his arms around himself again. "Don't be sorry," Elliot said immediately. "We just ... you shouldn't be involved in any sort of ceremonies. Yet." "Oh. All right." He stuffed his hands down in his pockets. "I guess ... I hope you're not leaving early because of me," he said quietly. "No. It's just..." He bit his lip. "You are uninitiated. For you to be involved in anything like this is dangerous." "Initiated? You mean," He glanced around, "maybe we should have this conversation somewhere else?" he suggested. Elliot nodded and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go." He pulled him back toward the car. Tommy let himself be pulled. He was still achingly hard, but he was ready for anything. He held onto Elliot's hand until they reached the car again, then he slid inside. He hoped they would go somewhere private to talk. Maybe Elliot's place. That would be ideal. Elliot began driving, glancing over at Tommy. "Are you all right?" he asked solicitously. 26


Tommy swallowed and nodded. "Yes. M'fine." He shifted in his seat. "I'm just, um, yes. Fine," he said. He folded his arms over his lap. Elliot looked over and looked concerned. "Tommy, I ... I hope you forgive me. I acted completely unprofessionally. I was caught up in the magic." Tommy smiled. "It's all right. I understand. I," He bit his lip. "Don't worry about it." He looked away, glancing out the window, attempting to look some combination of hurt and disappointed. "But," the older man's voice dropped, "there is no denying my attraction for you. The spirits could feel it as well." Tommy swallowed hard and turned to look at him again. "I'm attracted to you, too. Elliot. I suppose that was obvious." He looked down, fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie. Elliot whimpered. "Yes. I could feel it. It was," he took a shuddering breath. "Very arousing." Tommy scooted a little closer on the seat. "I, um, I could, I mean, if you want me to help you out," he breathed. He wanted to suck the man's cock so badly just then he could almost taste it. He knew it was probably incautious, but he was so damn hot for him. Elliot's eyes went wide as he realized what Tommy was saying. There was a moan in his voice as he pulled into an empty parking lot. "Tommy, I-I can't." Tommy looked at him earnestly. "I swear I won't tell anyone!" He moved closer when the car was in park, and let his hand rest lightly on Elliot's solid thigh. "Not a soul. I'm well over eighteen. There's really no reason..." 27


With a groan, Elliot pulled Tommy into a deep kiss. He threaded one hand into the younger man's shoulder length hair. Tommy squirmed closer and climbed into Elliot's lap, straddling him. He kissed back, opening to him with a soft, needy moan. Things were definitely moving along nicely. And the man was an amazing kisser. Tommy wondered what else he was amazing at. Their hard cocks pressed together and Elliot's hands tightened on Tommy. He delved his tongue deeply and ravished his mouth, hands coming to rest on Tommy's shapely ass. Tommy whimpered into Elliot's mouth. His back arched and he ground against him, knees pressing back into the car seat. He loved the way the other man was groping him. He couldn't remember being this hot for anyone in ages. Even Derek. Elliot pulled back, panting. "Oh, Tommy. You're so sexy." He squeezed the younger man's ass. "You make me so hard." Tommy ducked his head and started sucking sharply on Elliot's neck. "Ohhh, Elliot. That feels nice," he whimpered. He moved unceasingly, craving friction, pressure, anything. Just more. The older man seemed to be losing his reticence in the heat of passion. "You like my hands on you, Tommy? Like the way I touch you?" Tommy shivered a little, panting hard against the side of Elliot's neck. "Yes," he said. "I just wish there were less clothes." He bucked against him gently. 28


"Don't be impatient," Elliot purred, sliding his hand under Tommy's shirt. "You're in such a hurry." "I'm so hard for you," he breathed. Tommy nuzzled up behind Elliot's ear. It was true, and the objective that he'd been pursuing grew hazy in the face of such powerful feeling. Elliot moaned deeply. His hand moved between them and pressed against the hard line in Tommy's jeans. When he felt it Elliot growled. He squeezed through the material and bit lightly at Tommy's neck. Tommy moaned deeply at that. He fell backward against the steering wheel, arching his back to press up against Elliot's hand. "Oh God," he rasped. Elliot continued to grope Tommy through his jeans, watching his face. "You like to give up control, don't you, Tommy? Like to abandon yourself to feeling?" Tommy sucked in a sharp breath. "I, yes, I do. Ohh..." He wished the spirits would move Elliot to just unbutton his jeans and touch him. "Could you come from this? Come in your pants from being touched in a car?" He shoved one hand under Tommy's shirt and touched his smooth chest. Tommy stared into his eyes and nodded quickly. "Yes," he said. He lifted his hips. He was a moment away from ripping his shirt and hoodie off if Elliot gave the word. Elliot groaned. "That's so fucking hot," he panted. His hand dropped to Tommy's jeans button. "I shouldn't do this." Tommy braced his hands flat on the ceiling of the car, whimpering. "Oh please, please, Elliot. Oh fuck, please ttouch me." He was near sobbing now, aching for it like he 29


might die without that touch. It was lust like he'd never felt it before, and it was stealing all reasoning power from him. With a shuddering moan, Elliot closed his eyes. Then he opened them and gazed at Tommy. "I like the way you say please." Then he unbuttoned the jeans and lowered the zipper carefully. Tommy nearly choked. Elliot was going to touch his cock any moment. He hoped he could hold off long enough not to come in that second. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the cool air touch his heated flesh. "Say please again," Elliot ordered as he exposed Tommy's arousal. He traced his fingers down the length, slowly. Tommy shivered at the command in the other man's voice. "Please," he choked out. "Please touch me, Elliot." The role came easily to him, but a small part of him felt the inherent rightness of submitting to this man. His authority was so delicious. With a growl Elliot wrapped his hand around Tommy's cock. He stroked slowly, eyes fixed on Tommy. "Talk to me, beautiful. Tell me how it feels." Tommy moaned, thrusting as much as he could in the confined space. "Oh fuck, feels so fucking good. Elliot, feels like you control my whole body," he whispered. "I wish you were inside me. I wish I could feel your cock sliding deep into my body," he said, barely able to draw enough breath. Elliot gasped and his hand sped up. "You want to be fucked, pretty boy? Would you bend over and spread those legs for me in the graveyard?" 30


That was very likely the hottest thing anyone had ever said to him, and a helpless moan escaped him. "Oh God, yesss. Anything, anything you want. I need your cock ... nnhhhnnuuunnnn." He was so close; the effort to hold his climax at bay was causing sweat to break out on his forehead. "You'll get it. Soon," Elliot promised, and then stroked faster. "Come for me." As if the other man could make him come just by ordering it, Tommy did. He pulsed over strong warm fingers, sobbing out his ecstasy. His slim body shuddered on Elliot's lap as his fingernails scratched at the ceiling. Elliot watched every movement as if memorizing, and stroked him as he rode it out. Finally, Tommy was left panting. He licked his lips as he settled quietly onto Elliot's lap again. He placed his hands on the other man's shoulders and smiled shyly. "That was lovely," he said. "Yes, you are," Elliot breathed, wrapping his arms around Tommy. Tommy leaned against Elliot's chest, feeling languid and satisfied. He kissed Elliot's cheek. "Thank you," he whispered. He knew now that he would definitely succeed. No matter how long it would take, he would get what he wanted out of this man. Elliot held Tommy for a long moment, then pulled back. "We should get you back," he said softly. Tommy looked distressed. "But what about you?" he asked. He really wanted to suck him off, but he'd already 31


been turned down. Still, he doubted more begging would be unappreciated. He leaned close to Elliot's ear. "Please let me suck you," he said hotly. Elliot groaned. "No," he said, his voice tight with need. "Not that I don't want it." His gaze flicked obviously to Tommy's full lips. Tommy pouted. "Why not?" he asked quietly. He didn't mean to push, but he was curious about what was holding him back. Elliot shook his head. "If we are to go on with this experiment, I should refrain from..." He seemed reluctant to explain. Tommy felt a surge of joy. Going on with this experiment was certainly a positive sign. His eyes widened innocently and he nodded slowly, as if the explanation was slowly making sense in his head. "Oh," he said quietly. Elliot took a deep breath, then kissed Tommy sweetly. He pulled back and said, "We need to go." Tommy sighed a little and slid sideways off of Elliot's lap. He leaned back to zip his pants up carefully. "Sorry," he said. "Don't be. It's not your fault at all." Elliot began to drive them home. Tommy buckled his seatbelt. He felt a twinge of guilt that Elliot was leaving unsatisfied. That really wasn't his style. But, the stubborn man had insisted. Well, he'd be satisfied soon enough. "When you asked me if I would let you fuck me in the cemetery, did you mean that eventually you're going to?" he asked meekly. 32


"Yes. If you are willing of course. The magic," he shook his head. "You felt the magic when we barely touched. Imagine if we had sex. The power would be unimaginable." Tommy tried not to smile. It was kind of charming, really. He was so intense. "And for that I have to be initiated?" he asked. He would do whatever it took, of course, godless heathen that he was. Elliot nodded vigorously. "Yes. Would you be willing to do that? Go through the ceremony?" "I guess so," he said a little timidly, though it was all an act. He was ready, willing, and able. "What does it entail?" Elliot suddenly looked away from Tommy. "It's all largely imagery. Um. It simulates birth, or rebirth. It involves nudity." Tommy nodded. "Sounds sexy," he said quietly. He nibbled on his lip. "I'll do it." He had read a little about it already, and he knew it was all done 'skyclad,' as they euphemistically called it. Elliot was silent for a moment. "Next Saturday night?" he suggested. "It will take me a while to prepare." Tommy nodded. "I'm free Saturday." He smiled. "Even if I wasn't I would be." He definitely wanted to be initiated. He wanted to be fucked in the graveyard. He only wished Saturday was closer. Elliot's breath caught. "Good. If we start around nine, we should be able to get to the graveyard by midnight." There was obvious need in his voice.

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"Nine. All right. Do you want to pick me up in the same spot?" he asked. He was getting excited at the prospect of being initiated. "Yes. Wear black again, of course. Not that, well, you'll be wearing it for long." He cleared his throat. Tommy suppressed a grin. He had no problem stripping off all his clothes. He would do it right now if Elliot asked him to. But he had to play the sweet and innocent boy. "All right. I'll be ready. Although, I'll see you in class before then." Elliot swallowed hard as they pulled up in front of the dorm. "Right, well. Take care, then. See you." Tommy smiled as they pulled up to the front of the dorms. He leaned close and kissed Elliot quickly on the cheek. "Thank you," he said quietly. He was reasonably sure that the other man had to be still hard as a rock, but keeping him waiting might work well with his plans, anyway. **** Tommy made sure that he was dressed correctly the next time he attended class with Elliot. Snug, faded jeans, torn at the knees and a few other strategic spots, and a slightly too small red t-shirt made him a little conspicuous, but he was pleased with the effect. He sat in the front row, and gazed longingly at the teacher. Elliot came to the front of the class and arranged his notes for a moment. He glanced up, and caught Tommy's eye. He smiled a bit shyly, then looked back down. Tommy smiled back. Elliot looked amazing as well, in a black turtleneck sweater. What was it about guys in black 34


turtleneck sweaters? Not that he wasn't damn sexy to begin with. He wondered if the teacher was making any extra effort because of him. His little shy smile had come close to melting Tommy's jaded heart. Elliot began speaking. "Today we're going to talk about something that's generally called sympathetic magic. It's called other things as well, but the important thing is not what it is called. It is what it does, and does to others." He launched into a lecture explaining the concept behind sympathetic magic, and the belief that what a magician did to a physical object that belonged to someone else, or to a representation of the person, would similarly affect that person. After his explanation, Elliot looked up from his notes. "Can anyone think of any examples of sympathetic magic? In our very backyard?" he asked with a smile. Tommy raised his hand hesitantly. He glanced behind him for a moment to see if anyone else had, but for some reason, the rest of the class did not seem to notice that the intensely sexy man at the front of the room had asked a question. Elliot glanced at the rest of the room, then said, "Yes, Tommy?" "Would voodoo be considered sympathetic magic?" he asked clearly. He licked his lips and nibbled on the lower one, wondering if he could do a little magic of his own. He leaned his elbow on the desk, and very slowly pursed his lips around the tip of his own finger in as suggestive way as possible.

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Elliot's eyes widened as he took in what Tommy was doing. "Um, yes. That's exactly it. Voodoo is definitely sympathetic magic. Well done." Tommy could see that Elliot had gotten the message. He just wished he didn't have a desk to hide behind. He was sure that Elliot was hard. Elliot went on to explain other types of sympathetic magic, and their relevance. His gaze kept returning to Tommy, though. Tommy did everything in his power to be enticing without being obvious to the entire rest of the class. He listened raptly, gazed longingly, stretched his arms up to purposely make his t-shirt ride up. He thought he was getting to Elliot. Finally, Elliot wrapped up his lecture, assigned reading for the next class, and dismissed them. His gaze lingered on Tommy for a moment, then he began to pack up his things. Tommy took his time putting away his notebook in his backpack, making sure to bend over in front of Elliot. He straightened and shouldered his bag. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and lingered for a moment with a coy little smile. Then he left the classroom without another word. On the desk was a slip of paper, neatly folded, with his cell phone number on it. **** After classes on Friday afternoon, Tommy was curled up on a dilapidated old couch in the common room of his dorm, ostensibly doing homework but mostly watching television. He spotted Derek and waved him over, anxious for any 36


distraction, especially one so handsome. Though, he had to admit, Elliot was quickly catching up to his fellow student on the "who he'd like to do and/or get done by" list in Tommy's head. Derek flopped onto the couch beside Tommy. "What up, man? I'm beat. This semester is sucking ass." Tommy smirked. Derek was such a delightfully simple guy. He was really just asking to be lusted over. "Yeah. Just trying to get ahead on some homework. I've got a date tomorrow night with you-know-who," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. Derek frowned. "Who?" Then realization dawned. "The teacher? You're going out with a teacher?" He looked shocked. Tommy nodded. "Mmhmm. He's all about it. I'll have all his secrets in no time," he said proudly. Thinking about Elliot's secrets was making him squirm. He wasn't sure he wanted to give up Elliot's secrets now. What would his fellow students do with the information? Derek shook his head. "Man, you're impressive. I'm gonna lose, aren't I?" he laughed. He stretched. Tommy raised his eyebrows. "Of course, if you're uncomfortable about the bet, we could always call it off," he said, chewing on the end of his pen, drawing Derek's attention to his full lips just as he'd done with Elliot in class. Derek blushed. "Um. No. I never back out of a bet," he said, voice low. He looked at Tommy's mouth then away quickly. "Oh? Maybe you'd like to test out the penalty to make sure you're really up for it?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. He was 37


reasonably sure that he was making Derek nervous, which was actually rather fun. "T-test?" Derek stammered, scooting away a bit. "What do you mean?" Tommy smirked. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Derek," he purred. But he wasn't going to push it. Surely the other boy couldn't be that dense, could he? Derek blushed more deeply. "I'm afraid I do," he mumbled, shifting a little in his seat. Tommy returned his attention to his book and shrugged his shoulders. "Up to you. Whatever." He wasn't going to beg, especially now that Derek had agreed to it if he lost the bet. He must be interested in the idea at least a little. Best to make him think Tommy wasn't that interested. Derek rubbed his palms on his thighs, then said, "I should go. Gotta study for a midterm." He glanced over at Tommy. "Good luck, dude." Tommy scowled. "Later," he said. Maybe Derek wasn't really into it. Well, at least he knew that Elliot wanted him. He thought perhaps he needed to be reassured that other people did, too. Maybe he should go out. Yes. Perhaps some dancing would make him feel better. Tommy went back to his room and changed into something slutty. There was a nightclub just a short distance from the dorm, so he decided to walk. The city was fun at night, no matter what day of the week, but Friday night was really hopping. He made his way into the dark recesses of the place, stopping at the bar for a beer before slipping onto the dance floor alone. 38


The dance floor was a writhing mass of bodies, seemingly integrated. Boys danced with girls—or boys, it didn't seem to matter—as long as the driving beat never stopped. One boy, though, perhaps a year or so older than Tommy, with dyed black hair arranged artfully over black-lined eyes, danced closer to Tommy than most. His skintight pants clung to slim hips, his short shirt revealing tattoos as it rode up. Tommy noticed almost instantly. He looked the young man over and started dancing next to him. He knew how to entice someone if he was predisposed to it. He wriggled and moved his slender hips, smiling when they made eye contact. Soon the boy was dancing right in front of Tommy. He grinned, eyes all over Tommy as they danced. He licked his lips and moved closer, clearly judging the response. Tommy took a nice, deep swig of his beer and moved closer. He leaned in and spoke directly in the other young man's ear. "Hi. I'm Tommy," he said breathily. The boy's smile widened. He put his hand on Tommy's waist and answered, "Hi, Tommy. I'm Pete, and you're fucking gorgeous." Tommy smiled sweetly. "That was just what I needed to hear tonight," he said softly. He danced very close to Pete, resting his arm on the other man's shoulder. "Are you from around here, handsome?" Pete shook his head. "Nope. Visiting friends and I wanted to go out and have some fun." He flashed a brilliant smile at Tommy. Everything just made him more attractive. "Hmm, isn't that interesting?" he said, smiling more broadly. He shifted 39


closer so he was barely brushing against Pete's body. Attractive, clearly had good taste, and no strings attached by design. "You're an excellent dancer, Pete." "So are you," Pete answered, settling both hands on Tommy's hips. "I bet you're just as good at other things." He didn't shy away from the touch at all. Tommy grinned and bumped his hip against Pete's. "I may be. Why, do you think you're gonna find out?" he asked. He turned around slowly, wiggling his ass for the other's benefit. He loved flirting, and he was good at it. Pete immediately took the invitation, pressing against Tommy from behind as they danced. "I sure as hell hope so," he purred in his ear. "You're so hot, baby." Tommy smiled, tipping his beer back again and leaning his head on Pete's shoulder at the same time. His hips swayed back and forth, rubbing purposely against him. "We've only just met," he said coyly. "What kind of boy do you think I am?" Pete was breathing harder. He wrapped his arms around Tommy from behind and whispered, "The kind who likes to have fun, I think." He ground against Tommy slowly. Tommy could feel that the other man was already hard for him. It made him feel good. It made him feel sexy. He turned his head so he could look at his face. They were very close. "Nicely put. Fun is certainly something I like to have." He reached around behind him, putting his hands on Pete's shoulders as he danced. "And do you like a bit of fun, Pete?"

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"Oh, yeah," the other boy moaned, getting bolder as he slid one hand under Tommy's shirt. "I'm totally up for some fun about now." Tommy turned slowly to face him again. "I need another drink, Pete," he said quietly. "You wanna come along?" he asked. He knew what the answer would be. There was no question left but whether or not Tommy was going to indulge himself or not. "Definitely," Pete grinned, wrapping an arm around him and guiding him to the bar. "What do you want, gorgeous? It's on me." "A Corona, please," Tommy said, keeping close to him. Under normal circumstances, one drink was enough to justify enticing a handsome boy back to the men's room for a few minutes of privacy. But the thought of it was strangely disturbing. All he could think of was Elliot and tomorrow night's initiation. Pete got himself a Corona, too, and paid for both. He lifted his in a toast, and said, "To the prettiest boy here tonight." Tommy clinked his bottle with Pete's. "You're naughty, toasting to yourself," he said with a wink. Maybe if he kissed Pete he would stop thinking about Elliot. "Hey, wanna step out the back door while I have a quick smoke? We can get some fresh air?" he suggested. "Sounds good to me," Pete replied amiably, letting his hand glide down Tommy's back and just brush over his ass. Tommy made his way toward the back door, grabbing Pete's hand and smiling at him over his shoulder. He tugged him back through the nightclub, and pushed open a door to a 41


deserted fire escape. He slipped out into the slightly cooler night air and leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. "Mmm, s'nice out here, huh?" "Very nice," Pete replied, staring straight at Tommy, leaving no question as to what he was referring. He stepped closer. "You make me so hot, Tommy." Tommy lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. "Mmm, I think you started off hot, Pete," he said, reaching out to slip one finger into one of Pete's belt loops, pulling him closer. Chuckling, Pete let himself be moved. He pressed Tommy lightly against the wall and stared into his eyes. "I saw you on the dance floor and I couldn't look away," he breathed. Tommy took a sip of his beer. "Kiss me," he said quietly. It wasn't that Pete wasn't attractive. He was, very. It was just that Tommy couldn't stop thinking about someone else. Pete didn't hesitate. He pressed his lips to Tommy's, and the length of his body against him as well. One hand traveled up Tommy's side as he parted his lips. Tommy put his arms around Pete's neck, giving up the kiss to him eagerly. He slid his tongue into Pete's mouth, careful to flick his ashes over the other man's shoulder. And for a moment, he did start to forget about Elliot. But then he would remember that he was forgetting and remember again. And then he would picture being held so tightly against that hard body in a graveyard. Pete explored Tommy's mouth, moaning softly, rocking against him eagerly. He was good. Tommy had to give him that. And pretty. And hard. All the things he liked in a boy. But, a pair of blue42


green eyes and broad shoulders and strong hands were haunting him. He pushed Pete away with a grimace and a sigh. "Dammit," he whispered. He looked into his eyes. "You're an amazing kisser, but I can't. Totally not you, I swear." Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he felt like an idiot. Pete blinked at him. "Wait. What? You ... we don't have to fuck or anything, I just want..." His eyes were big and brown and currently emulating those of a puppy. Tommy felt pained. Under normal circumstances, he would happily let such a good-looking and eager boy fuck him. "I know. I am really, really sorry. I don't think I've ever felt this way before, but I kinda have a date tomorrow night and it's just throwing off my game." He flicked his cigarette away and hugged Pete. "Trust me, usually I would be all over you. You're completely delicious." Pete actually pouted. "Can I give you my number? In case you change your mind?" He sounded wistful. Tommy smiled. "Sure." He felt awful about it. A big part of him really wanted to drag the pretty young man off to the bathroom and show him the time of his life. He had no idea what was really holding him back. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open, typing in Pete's name and number as he gave it to him. Pete still looked like a kicked puppy as he wandered back into the club with a little wave at Tommy. Tommy sighed and finished off his beer, lighting another cigarette. What had just happened? Why had he turned Pete 43


down? He wanted to, but a part of him didn't. And he didn't understand why. It wasn't like he was in anything remotely like a relationship with his hot, mysterious teacher. Did he want to be? Tommy finished off his cigarette and his beer and then walked back to the dorms. His ego had been sufficiently stroked, and he supposed that was good enough for the moment. **** When Saturday night came around, he was more than ready. He waited at the front steps again, dressed in black, anxious to see what exactly the initiation was going to be like. It sounded so sexy in such a cloak and dagger kind of way, rather like the city itself. Elliot arrived right on time again, in his usual turtleneck and black jeans. He smiled when he saw Tommy and jumped out to open the door for him. There was something about seeing Elliot again that made him feel like he'd made the right decision. "Hi," he said quietly, climbing into the truck. He actually felt butterflies in his stomach. "I've been looking forward to this," Elliot said, his voice low. Tommy buckled his seatbelt as Elliot got back into the car. "So have I," he said quietly. His body was already anticipating what they were going to do. He knew the initiation involved nudity. Elliot had said as much. 44


Elliot drove carefully if a little quickly. Soon they pulled up to a large old house that wouldn't have looked out of place in a horror film. It was old and dark and creepy-looking, at least from the outside. Tommy gasped when he saw the house. "This is where you live?" he asked. He was feeling something like awe. He wasn't exactly intimidated, but intrigued. Elliot smiled ruefully. "Yes. It's the only family heirloom I have. My great grandmother had it built." He led him to the front door. It was made of ornately carved, dark wood, smooth with age. Tommy followed him, stepping lightly. It was like something out of a film or a book, a real life haunted mansion. A little shiver went through his shoulders as he crossed the threshold, and he felt extremely small in the gaping entryway. But, he couldn't spare much thought for the house when he was shortly going to be naked for Elliot to see. His cock was throbbing now. Elliot turned to Tommy. "Would you like anything to eat or drink before we begin?" he asked softly. His gaze fixed on Tommy. Tommy licked his lips. "Maybe a shot of something to steady my nerves?" he asked meekly. He was excited, but still a bit jittery. Elliot nodded. He led Tommy into a kitchen that was more modern than the rest of the house, and opened a cabinet. "Vodka, tequila, whiskey?" he offered. "Tequila would be great, thanks." For some reason tequila just seemed to go best with witchcraft in his head. He waited 45


as Elliot poured him a shot, then he tossed it back with a grimace. "Okay," he said breathily. "I'm ready." Elliot nodded. "Okay." He handed Tommy a long black robe. "Take off all your clothes, and put this on. It will make things easier, later." He took a deep breath. "While you do that, I will go prepare. When you're ready, go down the stairs." He indicated a door. Tommy swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay," he said breathily. He waited for Elliot to leave the room, then started stripping. He knew this was going to happen, but it felt weird nonetheless. In a moment he pulled on the robe, completely naked beneath it. He wandered out of the kitchen and found the stairs going down. It felt strange. He almost felt innocent. Elliot awaited him at the bottom of the stairs. There was a small hallway that led to another room. The light from that room was clearly candlelight by the way it flickered. "Are you ready?" he breathed. Elliot was wearing a black robe as well. Tommy nodded. "Yes. I'm ready," he said softly. He followed Elliot down the hall and through a door. The room was filled with candles, several of which were on tall pillars, forming a circle in the center of the room. Elliot pointed to the circle. "You will be bound in the center of the circle," he explained. "As you are the focus of the power." "Bound?" he said a little hoarsely. "Tied up, you mean?" It seemed to be getting kinkier by the moment. "So do I just go stand in there?" "Not yet," Elliot said. "Just do as I say." 46


Tommy waited as Elliot entered the circle of candles. In the center was a small table with various items on it. Elliot lit some incense in a small brass censor, then poured some salt into a bowl of water. He drew out a knife and touched the point of it into the water. Then he walked around the perimeter of the circle of candles, speaking quietly. Tommy couldn't quite hear what he was saying, but his voice was quiet and rather soothing. When Elliott returned to the spot where he'd begun, he picked up the censor. He went to four equidistant points on the circle, again speaking something quietly, though Tommy thought he could make out the four main compass points. After he set the censor down on the table again, Elliot proceeded to the part of the invisible circle nearest to Tommy. With the knife, he seemed to cut a door, and gestured for Tommy to enter. He stepped forward inside the circle, and then Elliot closed it again. He waited, licking his lips. He could see two lengths of rope on the table, as well as a white scarf. Elliot looked at Tommy. He stepped closer. "I'll remove your robes now," he said. Tommy's breath hitched and he nodded. "Okay," he said softly. His cock was already very hard, and in a moment Elliot would see it. Elliot stepped closer, and reached out to open the robe. He gazed reverently at Tommy's body for a long moment, then pushed the robe off his shoulders. The soft fabric fell in a pool around Tommy's feet. The room wasn't cold, but he felt goosebumps standing up on his 47


skin. He swallowed hard and watched Elliot's expression. He wasn't insecure, but he also knew his type only appealed to certain men. "Perfect," Elliot hissed, stepping back reluctantly. He took up the lengths of rope. "Tommy, you stand in the center of the circle. I will bind you, and blindfold you. You are to be helpless and blind, and trust me completely. Do you do so of your own free will?" "Yes," he whispered, his voice gone hoarse. He stepped to the center of the circle, before the altar. He felt so exposed, and so turned on. "Here?" he asked, looking at Elliot, eyes wide and innocent. "Yes," Elliot nodded. "Raise your hands up over your head." He moved closer. Tommy stretched his arms up, raising his hands over his head. He hoped the initiation wouldn't last long. He wanted to get to the fucking part as quickly as possible. He knew that all of this had to mean that Elliot was, or believed himself to be, a practitioner of magic, whatever he called himself. Essentially, that was the secret he meant to uncover. But it was more now. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to know what it meant. Elliot reached up to wrap the soft rope around Tommy's wrists. Their bodies brushed as he did so, and he moaned softly. Expertly, he restrained Tommy's wrists and fastened them to a hook in the ceiling. "Is that all right? Comfortable?" he asked as he stepped back to regard Tommy.

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Tommy nodded again. "Yes. It's fine, Elliot," he said. The care with which the other man did these things was sensual, gentle. Everything about Elliot was intense. Elliot picked up another length of rope and knelt in front of Tommy. "Now I'm going to bind your ankles," he said as he did so. Tommy looked down. His cock was only inches from Elliot's head, standing at attention for the other man. He felt the ropes around his ankles and he had a brief moment of panic, realizing he was completely at a virtual stranger's mercy. But then he relaxed; he trusted Elliot inherently. As if sensing Tommy's trepidation, Elliot rose smoothly and looked into Tommy's eyes. "You can stop this any time," he assured him. "Just tell me and I will release you." Tommy looked back at him, into those almost fake-looking blue green eyes. "I don't want to stop," he said, barely above a whisper. "Please, Elliot." Elliot nodded and said, "Next is the blindfold. To render you blind as well as helpless." He held up a length of black silk. Tommy worried his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded again. "Okay," he said. That would be even more nerve-wracking, he knew, but he was willing to do it. Elliot stepped behind Tommy, body pressing against the smaller man as he wrapped the cloth around his head. Tommy whimpered when he felt Elliot's cock, hard and ready, pressing up against his bare ass. Elliot's robes were just as thin as the ones Tommy had been wearing. He pressed back just a little as everything went black. 49


Elliot moaned softly and pressed against Tommy a little longer than necessary. Then he stepped back and said, "Now we begin." Well, now he was truly at Elliot's mercy. He could see nothing at all, though he could hear the other man moving around him. He could smell the burning wax and incense. It was all so exotic and forbidden. And he was still painfully aroused. Elliot began speaking in a deep soothing voice. "Tommy. I will now anoint your body with the sacred oils, to cleanse you and prepare you for this journey." Tommy gasped slightly when he felt warm, slick fingers touching his skin. He was panting slightly as Elliot's fingers moved slowly and deliberately from one nipple to the other across his chest. Then the other man started to draw a line downward, diagonally, straight toward his cock. Elliot's oiled fingers grasped Tommy's hard cock, and he said, "The power is building, do you feel it?" Tommy whimpered aloud. "Yes," he said, huffing out a labored breath. Oh, he felt it all right. He felt it in every cell in his body, but it wasn't a mystical power. It was emanating from the man in front of him. "I offer this body to the powers of earth and sky, and ask that they accept it and protect it in the ceremony we embark upon tonight." Tommy moaned, his hips jerking forward. Elliot was stroking his aching cock, and he didn't know how long he could stand it. He knew, though, that tonight was the night. 50


Tonight they would go to the graveyard again, and he would feel Elliot's power. Elliot continued to smooth the fragrant oil all over Tommy's naked, bound body, whispering words in a language that wasn't quite recognizable. Only his hands ever touched the younger man. Tommy's arms were getting tired from holding him up. His body was shaking as he fought to hold on. "Please," he whispered. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to speak, but he couldn't take much more stimulation. "We are almost finished," Elliot answered, and suddenly he was enveloped in the older man's arms, bare skin to bare hot skin. Tommy gasped and bit his lips. He felt Elliot's body against him. He leaned against him as much as he could, and when his arms were released, he put his hands on Elliot's broad shoulders, pressing his face into the crook of his neck for a moment. Elliot held him, and their hard naked bodies pressed together. "You did it, you are now an initiate," he said in his ear. "Now we can go to the graveyard, and complete our ceremony. If you are still willing." Tommy was still blindfolded, but it felt so delicious to have his arms free and to be held by this man. "Of course I am," he affirmed. He thought he might die without it. He needed Elliot so badly. "I want you so much," Elliot said, breaking character for a moment. His hands roamed all over Tommy's oiled skin, then 51


he draped the robe around him. He guided him to sit down on a bench and said, "Just wait here a moment." Tommy waited, rubbing his wrists where the ropes had chafed them slightly. He still couldn't see anything, but he could feel. His skin was tingling where Elliot had touched him. And now it was almost time to be with the man he'd been turning other pretty boys down for. After a moment, Elliot spoke from directly in front of him. "I'm going to remove your blindfold now," he said, then untied the silk. Tommy looked up at Elliot. He was wearing a black robe again. He looked formidable, and sexy as hell. Tommy smiled a little. "Are we going to the graveyard?" he asked. He was nearly bouncing with excitement now that nothing else was standing in their way. Elliot nodded, smiling. "I've been looking forward to this since the first time I saw you," he breathed, holding out a hand to help him up. Tommy stood slowly. "Have you? How did you know that we would get together?" he asked. He didn't really believe the professor did know, but he expected some delightful mumbo jumbo about spirits and power and sensing things. "I could see your aura," Elliot answered, regarding Tommy seriously. "I also felt a premonition that our needs would converge." Tommy smiled adoringly at him. He didn't mind having a boyfriend who was a little freaky. Wait, boyfriend? Where did that thought come from? "I'm ready." 52


"I know," Elliot smirked, then held out his hand for Tommy to take. "Let's go." Tommy took Elliot's hand and walked with him back up the stairs. The older man seemed different. More protective, perhaps. Proprietary. He held the door for Tommy. He waited as he got into the car and closed the door carefully, as if he was something precious to be taken care of. Tommy was nearly trembling with the anticipation of it all. And then Elliot was driving again, toward the cemetery. It was just eleven-thirty, half an hour until midnight. The witching hour. Elliot pulled up to the cemetery gates. He looked over at Tommy. "From the moment we enter the cemetery, the ritual begins. The power will gather. You must trust me and do exactly as I say." Tommy nodded. "Okay," he said quietly. "I'll do whatever you say." He slid out of the car, anxious to begin. He closed the car door and waited for Elliot to come around, and walked with him into the cemetery. They went through the small gate, and Elliot said something in the foreign language again. He held Tommy by the arm gently and guided him through the crypts. Tommy felt strange, like the air was charged with electricity, although he could see all the stars clearly, so there couldn't be a cloud in the sky. A shiver ran though his shoulders, but he didn't dare ask any questions. Elliot walked a bit farther, then turned to look at Tommy. "Here. This is the focus of power." he stepped closer. "I must remove your robe now, so you are exposed to the spirits." 53


Tommy swallowed hard. "Okay," he said hoarsely. He knew there was no one around, and he wouldn't mind stripping in public for Elliot, anyway, but it still made him feel vulnerable here in this open space. Elliot removed his robe gently, the fabric barely brushing his skin as it was removed. And then he was exposed for whatever spirits might be with them. He was still rock hard, and his cock stood straight out from his body. Elliot just looked at him for a long moment, then whispered, "The spirits approve." He opened his robe but did not take it off. Tommy's gaze traveled down the length of Elliot's body. He realized that it was the first time he'd actually seen him, though he'd felt him during the initiation. And he looked every bit as magnificent as he'd felt—perfectly defined muscles, smooth hairless chest, thick cock. "I'm sure they approve of you, too," he croaked. Elliot moved closer, their bodies inches apart. "Tommy. Do you give your body to me willingly?" His voice was hoarse. Considering he was just shy of begging to be fucked, the question struck him as funny and he had to struggle not to laugh. He thought that might break the mood. But his lips twitched before he said, "Yes, Elliot. I give my body to you willingly." Elliot seized Tommy by the shoulders, pulling him tight against him as he kissed him passionately. Tommy whimpered loudly at the sudden move, melting against the larger man. The kiss was explosively hot and his body was tingling strangely all over. 54


Elliot kissed Tommy deeply, and their cocks rubbed together. Then he pulled back and growled, "No more waiting, Tommy. Tonight I take you. Right here. Need you." His hands went to Tommy's ass and groped him roughly. Tommy moaned deeply. It felt perfect, like everything he'd ever wanted. He pressed against Elliot's body, gasping for breath. "I need you, too," he breathed. "Please, Elliot." Elliot pushed Tommy back, then spun him around, wrapping his arms around him from behind. His arousal pressed against Tommy's ass eagerly. Tommy tipped his head back, resting against Elliot's shoulder for a moment. "Oh, yes," he said. "I need you." He was so ready. His body felt like it was someone else's. He felt like he never had, but he wasn't sure why. Was it simple desire? He'd never held out this long, certainly, but it was more than that. "You will have what you need," promised Elliot, pushing Tommy toward the low crypt in front of him. "I will claim your body, sweet Tommy. Bend over and spread your legs." Elliot was different now, rougher. It was fucking hot as hell. Tommy bent over the monument, spreading his legs apart as he was told. He held the rough stone with his hands, bracing himself, glancing over his shoulder, heart pounding. Elliot drew a foil packet and small vial of oil from the pocket of his robe. "Are you ready for me?" he snarled, gripping Tommy's hips. Tommy knew what this evening was about. He knew what was going to happen, so he'd prepped his body before he'd 55


gone to wait for Elliot. It was a habit he'd gotten into. He just liked to be prepared for spontaneity. "I'm ready," he rasped. "Good," Elliot replied, clearly on the edge. His cock nudged at Tommy's entrance as he whispered yet another incantation. In the moment before Elliot took him, Tommy felt a surge of something. Like electricity pulsing through his veins. He gasped, eyes widening. He wasn't sure if he should say something or not. Then Elliot thrust his hips, entering him completely. He groaned deeply, gasping Tommy's name. All around them, fallen leaves swirled in a sudden wind. Tommy nearly cried out, biting his lip hard as his body was impaled on Elliot's thick, hard cock. The sudden gust of wind seemed choreographed, and he could feel the air around his bare skin like a caress. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before, and he felt literally like their two bodies had become one. "Oh God, Tommy," Elliot gasped for air as he moved inside him. He grasped Tommy's slender hips as he took him hard, driving in and out with single-minded intensity. "Perfect." Tommy barely heard him, though his voice was soothing. He hadn't expected this, after the gentle foreplay. It was deep and brutal and he'd never felt so completely fucked. His fingers gripped the rough stone beneath him. All he could do was hold on and give up control of his body. Despite the fact that the sky was crystal clear, a great thunderclap rent the silence. The wind howled and the ground beneath them seemed to shake. Elliot continued to pound into 56


him, never relenting. In just a few minutes, Tommy was near the edge. His skin was tingling all over. "Do you want release, my beautiful Tommy? Do you want ecstasy?" Elliot's voice was different somehow, deeper, more powerful. Tommy moaned and nodded. "Yes. Please," he gasped. He felt like his entire body was going to shatter into a million pieces and that it would be everything he'd ever wanted. Elliot moaned and reached down to stroke Tommy's cock as he still pounded into him. "Let go, let them all hear you," he gasped. Somehow, Tommy knew just what Elliot meant. He tipped his head back and let it out, a low, lusty cry as his body was rocked with his climax. He felt like he was being transported beyond his body. Like they weren't alone. Like the entire world was rotating around the spot they were standing on. "Ohhh, Elliot!" he cried out. Elliot cried out, still pounding hard into Tommy. He screamed a few more words in that foreign language. Then he began to climax, pulsing deep inside Tommy. The wind was nearly hurricane force now, yet it didn't seem to disturb the two men. As Elliot came down from his release, the wind subsided but a low, almost subsonic humming could still be heard. Tommy slumped against the tombstone. It felt like his legs wouldn't support him. His slender chest heaved with labored breaths as he came down from the most amazing high of his life. But he thought, seriously, that he would collapse to the ground when Elliot released him. 57


Elliot wrapped his arms around Tommy and held him tight against his body. "Oh, baby. That was amazing." "I really felt it," he said, still a little in awe of the experience. "I felt the magic." He leaned into Elliot's embrace. Elliot smiled softly. "You didn't really believe, did you?" It wasn't a question. Tommy drew a shaky breath. He turned in Elliot's arms and cuddled against him, nearly inside Elliot's robes. He hid his face, a little ashamed to admit it now, but no. He hadn't believed. And now he was shaken to his very core, and he wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Elliot stroked Tommy's back. "It's okay. It's better to see with your own eyes. Then you'll never doubt." The air still hummed with electricity around them. Tommy swallowed hard and tipped his head back to look up at Elliot's face. He licked his lips. "Can I stay with you tonight?" he whispered. The thought of going back to his dorm now, after this, left him feeling cold. Elliot smiled. "I would have insisted anyway," he nodded. He leaned down and kissed him tenderly, a complete opposite to what he'd just done to him. Tommy had no defense against the sweetness of the kiss. He moaned quietly against Elliot's lips, waiting for his direction. Elliot held the naked, trembling young man gently as they kissed, then pulled back. He draped Tommy's robe around him securely, then took his hand. "Let's go, Tommy."

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Tommy followed Elliot back to the car. He'd only seen a very small part of Elliot's house. He really wanted to spend the night cradled in his arms. The drive went quickly, and soon Elliot was helping Tommy into the house. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asked, treating Tommy as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Tommy laughed, the sound slightly brittle. "Got a beer?" he asked. He didn't feel like himself, and he thought maybe a little something to calm him down would be good. The way Elliot was acting was so sweet, so unlike everyone he'd ever been with. "I think I do," Elliot answered, leading Tommy into the kitchen again. "Did you want to change back into your clothes? Or I'm sure I can find something comfortable to fit you." He paused. "Or of course you're welcome to be naked any time you want." Tommy looked down at the robe. "This is pretty comfy, actually. But is it supposed to be just for official things?" he asked. He looked up at Elliot, grinning. Elliot shook his head. "All material things are props, really, designed to help you focus your energy. Some people cling to them, but I do not." He reached out and traced the line of Tommy's collarbone that was just visible. "It looks good on you. But better off." He smiled. Tommy opened the robe slowly. He slid it off of his shoulders and draped it over a chair next to the kitchen table. He didn't mind being naked. He certainly didn't intend to wear anything to bed. 59


Elliot's breath hitched as he gazed at Tommy. "God, you're beautiful," he said hoarsely. "It's no wonder the spirits were enthusiastic." Tommy stepped closer to him and put his hand lightly on Elliot's shoulder, leaning in as if he was going to kiss him. "Where's my beer?" he asked. Then he smiled warmly at him. He loved being looked at, especially by someone who appreciated him the way Elliot did. "Mmm, it'll cost you a kiss," Elliot purred, his hands on Tommy's waist. A sarcastic comment died on his lips when he heard the purr in Elliot's voice. He stepped closer, almost brushing against him. His arms made their way naturally around broad shoulders and he leaned up, kissing him sweetly. Elliot kissed back, opening Tommy's mouth gently with his tongue. His hands roamed possessively over Tommy's body. Tommy kissed back with a soft moan. He could definitely get used to this. The older man was an amazing kisser, among other things. And he was going to spend the whole night with him. The bet was completely forgotten. He didn't care about it, or Derek, or school. After a few moments, Elliot pulled back and smiled lazily. He reached back, opened the refrigerator one handed, and pulled out two beers. He held them up. Tommy grinned broadly. He took one of the bottles and twisted the top off, wincing a little at the sharp edges. "You're corrupting me," he said, taking a sip.

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"Mmmhmm," Elliot agreed, opening his own. "You seem to be enjoying it." He took a deep drink of his beer, and then kissed Tommy again. Tommy whimpered into Elliot's mouth before pulling back to gasp a breath. "Mmm, you could say that, yeah," he said, taking a sip of beer. He really couldn't imagine anything more erotic than being naked in this man's kitchen, drinking beer, and making out. Elliot pushed Tommy back against the counter, pinning him there with his larger body. He rubbed against him, and the only thing separating them was Elliot's robe. Tommy gasped. He put his beer down on the counter, gazing into Elliot's eyes. "Take me to your bed?" he asked breathily. He wanted to lie beside him, both of them naked, making love all night. Elliot looked down at him, and without a word he picked Tommy up, threw him over his shoulder, and carried him out of the kitchen. Tommy giggled a little, holding onto Elliot's back. It was such a boyfriend kind of thing to do. Sweet, romantic, playful. Not what he'd expect of his stoic, serious teacher. Elliot carried him up the stairs, as if he weighed nothing, into a cavernous bedroom with dark polished wood floors. The room was dominated by a huge antique bed. Tommy saw the room in pieces until Elliot set him down on the bed. He flopped back, spreading his arms out wide. "It's so you," he said, grinning. Elliot gazed down at him. "You look perfect on my bed," he said softly. He slipped off his robe and smiled. 61


Tommy's gaze stroked over Elliot's body and he sighed contentedly. "It's comfy. I like being here," he said quietly. It was so gratifying how much Elliot wanted him. "Mmm, let's see if we can't change the comfy part," Elliot growled, climbing onto the bed and straddling Tommy. Tommy gasped. He looked up at Elliot, eyes wide. "You are really magnificent," he said quietly. Elliot leaned down, putting one hand on either side of Tommy. "And you are incredible, and I want to make you scream for me." Tommy took a deep breath and let it out with a smile. "Oh I'll scream for you, Elliot. I'll cry for you. I'll do anything you want. Just please fuck me." "I love the way you say please," Elliot groaned, running his hands down Tommy's body possessively. Tommy wriggled a little underneath Elliot's body. "Mmm, I love the way you touch me," he breathed. Elliot was breathing hard now. He wrapped his hand around Tommy's cock but didn't stroke yet. "I love how you take my cock, pretty Tommy." Tommy swallowed hard. Elliot's fingers were sweet torture. "Oh, and I want it so badly, Elliot. Please." Elliot shifted, pushing Tommy's legs apart with his own. "You'd do anything to get my hard cock in your pretty little ass, wouldn't you?" he growled. Tommy nodded, happy to agree. It was becoming more and more apparent what he liked. "Anything to get you to fuck me again. Once was not enough. Never enough." 62


Elliot moved his hand to his own cock, stroking the stiff flesh. "You want this in you? Want me to split you open?" he gazed into Tommy's eyes. "Yes," he panted. "Please, Elliot. Please, fuck me." He was whimpering, pulling his knees up higher, offering his body to the larger man. Elliot moaned as he reached for a condom. He handed it to Tommy and said, "Put it on me." Tommy gently rolled the latex down Elliot's hard cock. He gazed up at him, full lips parted as he panted. "I want you so badly," he whispered. "So impatient," Elliot purred with a smile. He slicked the condom with lube and leaned forward into position. "My beautiful Tommy," he breathed as he gently slipped inside him. Tommy gasped at the almost gentle intrusion. He wrapped his legs around Elliot's body. "Can't help it." Elliot groaned as he buried himself inside Tommy. "You feel so good," he moaned as he looked directly into the younger man's eyes. The heated look in Elliot's eyes made it impossible for Tommy to look away. He ran his hands over the other's chest, touching him gently. "Feels perfect," he said. Elliot began to thrust, slowly building up speed. He never broke eye contact with Tommy. Tommy moaned quietly. He'd never felt anything like this. Even the graveyard. That was amazing, but this was finer somehow. Sweeter. He rubbed his thumbs lightly over Elliot's nipples, wanting to drive him crazy. 63


Elliot's breath quickened and he thrust faster. "Tommy," he hissed. "God, you're so perfect." He ran one hand down Tommy's slender body, pushing his legs apart even further. Tommy was already so close. It had been quite a night and he was trembling. "I, Elliot, please. I'm gonna ... ohhh..." He was gasping for breath. Elliot's hand made its way to Tommy's cock, and he stroked slowly as he drove into him. "Will you scream for me now, beautiful?" he moaned. "Y-yes, oh God, Elliot," he whimpered before he screamed out Elliot's name. He came so hard he felt light-headed. Shocks of electricity skittered over his skin. It was almost like it had been at midnight, but more grounded, more mortal. Elliot kept thrusting, precisely and evenly, until Tommy had found his release. Then he pounded into him for only a few more moments before he came as well, gasping Tommy's name. Tommy felt overwhelmed. He felt small in Elliot's bed. Protected and safe. He relaxed back into the mattress and it occurred to him that there was no way he could possibly betray this man. He was going to have to tell Derek he didn't learn anything, and leave it at that. Elliot lay down next to Tommy and pulled him into his arms. "You're amazing," he murmured into his hair. Tommy cuddled against Elliot, sighing contentedly. "That was the best I've ever had," he said. He wasn't trying to flatter the older man. It really was. His limbs were weak.

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Elliot laughed softly. "You don't have to say that, you know." He stroked Tommy's hair gently, still breathing a little quickly. "I'm not just saying that. It's the truth," he protested. "I wouldn't say something like that if it weren't true." Not that he wouldn't lie, but in this case, he certainly wasn't. Elliot smiled. "Well, if we're exchanging compliments, you are by far the most beautiful young man I have ever had the pleasure of ... pleasuring," he said, smirking. Tommy laughed at that. "You're not too bad yourself," he said, kissing Elliot's cheek. He suppressed a yawn. "I do hope you will stay with me tonight," Elliot said, still touching Tommy proprietarily. "I doubt I'll be moving any time soon," he purred. "But I might nod off for a little while. Is that all right?" "Of course. I didn't expect you to be at my service all night. Though the idea does appeal." Tommy smiled sleepily. "Well, if you want to wake me up with your big hard cock, please feel free," he said, his voice already slightly groggy. Elliot moaned a little. "God, you make me so hot. I might have to do that." He reached up and turned out the light. Tommy relaxed completely in Elliot's embrace, and in a few short minutes he was deeply asleep. He didn't mind when Elliot did, in fact, wake him around six in the morning. They made love lazily and afterwards they both dozed off again. ****

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Elliot wandered the stacks of the library, not really concentrating as well as he normally did. He couldn't be too upset about it, though. He was thinking about Tommy. Every time he remembered their time together he had to forcibly pull his mind back to the present. If he thought about him too long he would inevitably start to get aroused. He was seeing Tommy again tonight and he couldn't wait. They'd spoken on the phone since their night together, but hadn't seen each other. He couldn't believe how sexually compatible they were. Not to mention their magical connection. He could feel the power between them, even when they weren't in the graveyard. They were perfect together. He sighed a little. He'd come to the campus library to do some research, but he had only found one book. He got a seat in one of the cubbies and began to peruse the volume. He could hear voices from the other side of the partition, though he couldn't see the people talking. He tried to ignore them as he read but they were talking so loudly he couldn't. He considered moving, until he heard something that gave him pause. "So, have you heard anything from Tommy about your little bet?" one of the voices asked, making a half-hearted attempt at being quiet. There was a moment's hesitation before another, deeper voice answered. "He told me he was working on it. That he was close." "Do you think he's really gonna sleep with that creepy guy?" the more anxious of the two asked. 66


Elliot frowned, a cold sinking feeling settling in his stomach. He suddenly had a feeling he knew what they were talking about. It would be a huge coincidence, but then again he didn't believe that anything was truly coincidental. "If Tommy says he will find out, I'm sure he'll do anything to win. Even sleeping with him." The voice sounded disgusted. "Well, he better be careful. Isn't he worried he's gonna get hexed? Or, or, turned into a sex slave or something? I mean, if the guy really is a witch or whatever." Elliot hoped he was wrong. But that last comment erased all doubt. He felt like his blood had turned to ice in his veins. The only reason Tommy had approached him was because of a bet? He couldn't believe all that passion had been faked. "Don't be an idiot. He's not a witch. There's no such thing as magic. He probably just uses all that dark Goth shit to get laid. And it worked, didn't it?" "You almost sound jealous, Derek," the first boy said, snorting a little. "I'm not!" the other voice protested. "He wasn't supposed to tell anybody about the blow job." The first boy gasped. "What blow job?" he asked, lowing his voice still further. "Fuck," muttered the other boy. "Um. Nothing. Never mind." Elliot knew he shouldn't listen. Should just walk away. But he didn't. He sat there and didn't move, didn't even breathe, as the feelings he hadn't even yet known he had were torn asunder. 67


"What's wrong, Derek? You look like you've seen a ghost," Tommy's gentle, lilting voice rang out, as well as the sound of him patting the larger boy on the back. "Did they finally realize they transposed your SAT score?" Elliot's eyes widened as he recognized Tommy's voice. He felt his body react despite everything he'd heard. "Fuck off," mumbled Derek. "I think Derek's jealous of you messing around with the teacher," the first boy said. "I am not," Derek said sullenly. Elliot couldn't listen any more. He didn't want to hear the terms of the wager, or anything else to add to his humiliation. He couldn't even be angry. He was too hurt, his burgeoning emotions dying a sudden death. "I should hope not," Tommy said. "Seeing as you're straight and all." As silently as possible, Elliot gathered his books and left. **** "Well, whatever, I guess I'll be doing your laundry for a month, Tiger," Tommy said, punching Derek's shoulder. "There's no way I'm gonna find out anything from that guy." Derek raised an eyebrow. "What, your charms failed you?" He sounded vaguely disappointed. Tommy shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I just wasn't his type. Oh well. Maybe you should try, Der," he said with a smirk. He knew that would end the discussion fairly quickly, or at least, he hoped it would. 68


"Fuck that," Derek said, scowling as James howled with laughter. Tommy smiled as the conversation turned to other topics. He felt relieved. The things he felt for Elliot were still new, but he knew he didn't want to mess with him like that. He wanted to see where it would go. He wanted to know if there was any hope of them actually being together, although even just hooking up would be nice. Still, it would be so easy to just fall into his old patterns. Elliot was different than any other guy he'd been with. And he would get a chance to see him later that night. He could hardly wait. **** Elliot got nothing done the rest of the day. He knew he was brooding, but he couldn't help it. He felt used and ashamed, but most of all he was hurt. No one had ever made him feel like Tommy had. He knew there was an age difference, but it wasn't insurmountable. Tommy was over twenty-one and that was all that mattered. He had been beginning to think that they might have a chance at something real. He'd never let anyone so close before, so quickly. And he saw now that it had been for good reason. He'd let a pretty face influence his judgment. And it had all been a sham. A bet between college boys about the creepy old professor. He'd shared his body and his magic with Tommy, and for what? To be ridiculed and laughed at. He closed his eyes as a wave of intense emotion 69


gripped him. It was nothing so simple as anger. That would have been easy to deal with. He never wanted to see Tommy again, and at the same time he craved his touch already. Suddenly he remembered that they had a date tonight. Elliot was going to cook him dinner. He had to cancel. He couldn't see him. **** When Tommy got back to his dorm room, he noticed he had a voicemail on his phone. He listened to the message. It was Elliot, canceling their date. His first thought was to find out why. He scrolled to the text message prompt on his phone and put in Elliot's number. Is everything okay? You don't have to cook. We can do something else if you'd rather. He hit send and waited, sitting dejectedly on his narrow bed. After an hour with no reply, Tommy went to shower, hoping he would hear something before it was time to go. When he still hadn't heard anything, he called, and got Elliot's voicemail. "I don't know why you're not answering me, but, well, I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight. Give me a call if you change your mind. I'll be in all evening." Elliot never returned his call, and Tommy finally fell asleep with his cell phone in his hand. The next day, though, he had class with Elliot. He dressed as provocatively as he dared, and sat in the very front row.

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Elliot came in just as class was set to begin, lectured quickly, and never looked at Tommy. He finished his lecture and left without another word. Tommy was crestfallen that Elliot hadn't even looked at him. It was as if the other night hadn't happened at all, and he had no idea why. When his classes were over for the day, he texted Elliot again. What's wrong? was all he sent. But Elliot never answered. Tommy waited and waited. And still no answer came. He'd never felt this way about anyone. He'd thought Elliot really liked him as more than just someone to fuck. Even if that's all it was, he should at least want to do it again, shouldn't he? By the time he got back from dinner at the cafeteria, he was fed up. He knew where Elliot lived, although he wasn't sure how he was going to get there. He looked up the bus maps online, and headed out to try to find the house he'd only been to once. After three transfers and going about twenty miles out of the way, followed by a mile walk to Elliot's front door, he was finally there. He knocked on the door, hoping it would open. Maybe since Elliot wasn't expecting him, he could get his foot in the door somehow. The door opened after a moment and Elliot stood there. He frowned and said, "What are you doing here?" Tommy blinked for a moment. Elliot looked so good that his mouth went a little dry. He wore black, but this time it was a button-up shirt, the top couple of buttons undone. "Why aren't you answering me? What did I do?" he asked. 71


"Please, won't you at least tell me why? I think I deserve an explanation at least, don't I?" Elliot's mouth dropped open. "You actually have the gall to ask me that?" he said, barely above a whisper. Tommy looked pained. There was no way he could have found out about the bet, was there? "I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is that suddenly you want nothing to do with me." Elliot glanced around. "I don't think we should have this discussion out here." He stepped back to allow Tommy to come in. Tommy felt a certain relief come over him when Elliot let him come inside. He stepped over the threshold and waited for Elliot to close the door. He remembered the last time he'd gone there, when Elliot had led him to the kitchen, told him to undress; it seemed like a lifetime ago now, even though it had only been a few days. "Thank you," he said quietly. Elliot crossed his black clad arms and said, "I don't know why you're here." "Because you won't answer my calls or texts and I don't know why! I thought ... I thought we would see each other again. I didn't think that the other night was just about sex to you. You didn't seem like that kind of guy. Are you saying you're just done with me? Because if you want me to leave you alone, you're going to have to say it to my face, all right?" Elliot's frown deepened. "You can drop the act now," he said harshly. "Why are you bothering? You got what you wanted." 72


It was sounding more and more like Elliot did know about the bet. Well, better to face it head on. If it went badly, at least he could say he'd been honest about it. "I suppose you're talking about the bet I made with some of my friends," he said quietly. "Well, yes. I did. And before I knew you, it seemed harmless." He stepped closer to Elliot. "But you can't believe that I could go through with it after that night, could you?" Elliot seemed taken aback. "You admit it?" he asked. "Well, obviously you found out about it, so there's no point in denying it. But it was just, it was before I knew you. It was before I called it off. I didn't realize things with you would be so serious." Elliot shook his head. "I'm supposed to believe that? After you seem to be capable of sleeping with someone to win a bet?" Tommy looked down, ashamed. "It wasn't just for a bet. I was attracted to you from the first time I saw you." He supposed it did sound kind of slutty, but it had been no hardship to think about seducing Elliot. He looked up again. "I'm sorry. I wanted to sleep with you. The bet was just kind of a bonus." Elliot laughed without humor. "Right. And the bet involved giving a blow job to some jock also. Perfectly legitimate." Tommy frowned. "Who told you that?" He knew that wasn't something Derek was gonna be bragging about. "I had a crush on Derek. It was kinda like a dare. 'Cause he's so obviously straight. But I told him I couldn't find anything out, anyway, so now I'm doing his laundry for a month. Maybe it 73


was a little trampy of me, but I didn't actually go through with it." It sounded worse than he'd thought it would, really. "You know what. Fine. Forget it then. You're right. I'm not worth your time. I only took three buses out here because I wanted to make you look like an idiot, obviously." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Elliot. It started off as a bet, but then it changed, and you have no reason to believe me, so I'll leave you alone." He felt hopeless and a little choked up, but he couldn't think of any way to explain how he really felt. "So you're just going to run off, then? Because I don't believe you after I've been burned once?" There was an edge of anger in Elliot's voice now when before it had been fairly flat. There were tears in Tommy's eyes as he looked at him again. "I really like you, Elliot. A lot. I don't want to go, but I can see that what I've done was awful, and I don't know what to do to make it up to you," he said, his voice cracking a little. Elliot's eyes widened at the tears. He stepped closer. "You like him? The jock?" Tommy's bottom lip trembled. "He's hot, but I don't like him like I like you," he whispered. "He's kinda dumb." "I thought what we had went beyond like," Elliot said, looking into Tommy's eyes intently. "Perhaps I was wrong." "So did I," he said. "I just didn't wanna sound desperate if you were just gonna kick me out." He tried to smile selfdeprecatingly. "I've never felt anything like ... like when I was with you." "Nor have I," Elliot replied softly. "Which is why I was so shocked to hear what I did." 74


"I'm really, really sorry if I hurt you. I didn't realize that I was gonna fall for you, or I never would have made that stupid bet. I would never betray you to anyone, I swear," he said, sniffling. Elliot just looked into Tommy's eyes, moving even closer. "It wouldn't have hurt so much had I not already been falling for you," he admitted. Tommy gasped. "Oh, Elliot. Please tell me I haven't ruined everything," he said breathlessly. "I want to be with you. I haven't been able to think of anything else for these last two days." Elliot whimpered softly, closing his eyes. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, either," he whispered. "You consume me." Tommy felt like he was teetering on the very brink of Elliot giving in. "I want you so bad, Elliot. Please. I promise I'll never disappoint you again." "The spirits knew we belong together. They cannot be wrong." Then Elliot frowned. "Do you believe?" "It's not a matter of believing. I felt it, Elliot. I felt the energy between us." He gazed into his eyes. "Kiss me?" he asked. Elliot's gaze went to Tommy's lips and he took a shuddering breath. "I have never ached for anyone like I ache for you." "I'm yours if you want me, Elliot," he declared, almost afraid to make another misstep. "Please. I'll do whatever you want." 75


Elliot made a strangled moan, then seized Tommy by the shoulders and pulled him into his arms. He gazed into his eyes for a brief moment, then crushed his mouth to his. Tommy whimpered, falling against Elliot. He braced his hands on the other's broad shoulders and opened to him, parting his lips. Almost instantly he sensed the vibration of something humming through his body. Elliot kissed him desperately, his every movement full of need and longing. His tongue delved into Tommy's mouth, possessing it fully. Their bodies pressed together as if magnetized, and time seemed to stand still. Tommy was trembling already, caught up in Elliot. The other man was controlling everything, even his own body's reactions. After long minutes he pulled back to drag a deep gulp of air into his lungs. "I'm yours," he said. "Only yours, Elliot." "Mine," Elliot repeated. "I want that, Tommy. No. I need it. I need you to be mine, completely. Every inch of you." His voice was rough with need and emotion. "You have me. I don't want anyone else," he said. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you. I swear it won't ever happen again." He had almost lost this, and he was just beginning to realize how terrible that would have been. Elliot slid one hand into Tommy's shoulder length hair and kissed him again, hard and deep, pressing their bodies together. He slid one muscular leg between Tommy's. Tommy gasped when Elliot's thigh pressed against him. He was already half hard, and in a moment he was fully so. He whimpered and pressed his hips forward needily. 76


Elliot's breath caught. "I thought I'd lost this." "Me, too," he breathed. He wound his fingers through Elliot's hair. "I've never felt this way about anyone. I was so freaked out when you didn't answer my calls." "I didn't want to believe what I heard," he answered. "It was like a bad dream. I knew you couldn't do it." He kissed him between words, their bodies pressed together. Tommy smiled a little. "As soon as we made love at the graveyard, I knew I couldn't do it. I just didn't know how I was gonna put my friends off, but I swear I wouldn't have, Elliot. I called it off before I knew you were gonna cancel our date," he said earnestly. "I believe you," Elliot said hoarsely. He couldn't seem to take his gaze from Tommy's face. "If you want this Derek, though..." He trailed off. "I don't. I swear I don't," he said a little desperately. "I mean, I find him attractive, but that was before. I only want you, Elliot. I want to be yours, completely. I don't want to just hook up with someone. I want to get to know you. Hang out with you. Spend long Sunday afternoons not bothering to get out of your bed. That kind of thing." His expression was pleading. He needed Elliot to believe him. Nearly losing him was more upsetting than he'd thought it would be. "I'm not an easy man to get along with," Elliot warned. "I have my oddities." He smiled ruefully. Tommy smiled. It was a charming, Elliot-like thing to say. "Don't we all. I'm looking forward to getting familiar with them." His lips twitched. "I'm something of a flirt, I suppose. A little outspoken. Um, I can be bitchy." 77


Elliot raised an eyebrow. "I don't mind if you flirt. As long as it doesn't go beyond that. I can be possessive." His hands had found Tommy's ass and he squeezed briefly. Tommy's smile widened. "I like that, though," he said quietly. "What other warnings do you have for me, Professor?" he teased. Elliot smiled back as he rocked his arousal against the younger man. "I like to have hot sex in public places," he replied. "With gorgeous younger men." "As long as, by 'gorgeous younger men' you mean me, then we have no problem there, either." He stroked his fingers against the back of Elliot's neck. "I only want you," Elliot agreed, breath quickening. He dropped his head to nibble at Tommy's neck. Tommy tipped his head back. "I have a kind of kinky streak," he admitted. "I'm a very dirty boy. You might not want someone so depraved." He moaned a little as Elliot's teeth gently teased his sensitive neck. Elliot moaned against his skin. "Oh really? Perhaps you'd better tell me all about it so I can decide," he said, pushing Tommy up against the door. Tommy shivered a little, letting himself be pushed. "I like to be treated roughly," he croaked. "I like being punished when I'm naughty. I like t-taking orders." Just saying such things was making him so amazingly aroused. Elliot groaned. "I didn't think you could get sexier, but you just did," he whispered. He shoved his hand under Tommy's shirt. "You want to submit to me, Tommy?" His voice had deepened even more. 78


Tommy moaned and nodded. "Yes, please," he rasped. "Elliot, you're the sexiest man I've ever had the pleasure to be fucked by. Please. I want you so badly. Only you." "Want you to be mine, baby. Want to tie you up and make you helpless and use you," Elliot panted, pinning Tommy against the door. Tommy was panting, too, now. He nodded. "I want that, too, Elliot. I never ... I never thought I'd find someone who I really cared about that wanted the same things." "We can do everything, Tommy. Anything you want. I want you to trust me, like you did for the ceremony. I want to fulfill every dirty little fantasy you have." Elliot's hand went to the hard bulge in Tommy's jeans. Tommy smiled until Elliot's hand pressed against his aching cock. Then he moaned, hips pressing forward. "Oh god, please, I need your cock. Please, Elliot. Take me right here, I'm begging you," he gasped. "Right here? Against the wall like my own personal whore?" Elliot's tone wasn't harsh, just full of need. Tommy nodded. "Yes. Your own personal whore. That's what I am. Please." He was desperate for the other man, and he yanked off his hoodie and let it fall to the floor. Elliot moaned and opened Tommy's pants, sliding his hand inside. "You're so hard, Tommy. You need to be fucked. You're mine." He bit Tommy's neck. Tommy whimpered loudly. "Yes. Yes, please. Oh God, fuck me, Elliot. Please, need you." He wriggled, working his jeans down his hips. 79


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and turned out the light, snuggling close. "I'm falling in love with you, Tommy," he whispered. Tommy was sleepy, but he heard Elliot's words loud and clear. He cuddled closer to the other man. "Me, too," he said. "I've never felt this way before. I was so frantic when you wouldn't speak to me, when you wouldn't even look at me in class." "It wasn't easy," Elliot replied. "I didn't want to believe what I heard. I couldn't get my mind off you." He stroked Tommy's hair gently. "I didn't realize you had such iron resolve. I dressed especially trampy to get your attention," he said, smiling a little. Elliot smiled. "I noticed. How could I not? You're incredibly sexy, Tommy." "I was at least hoping to get spanked with a ruler in your office," he purred, smiling wickedly. He could see that he was having an effect on Elliot. He was sleepy, but he was young and could easily go again. He slid his hand down Elliot's chest under the covers. "Oh," Elliot said, breath hitching as his cock sprung to life. "You are a naughty one, aren't you, Mr. Edwards?" Tommy nuzzled at Elliot's jawline. "But you like that, don't you?" he asked innocently. "I know you're the perfect man to correct my bad behavior," he breathed. Elliot was hardening rapidly. "You need a lot of correcting, don't you?" he challenged. "You like to act like a slut, don't you?" 82


Tommy nodded slowly. "I'm a very, very bad boy," he said. "I need a strong hand, Professor." "Fuck," moaned Elliot, his hand slipping down to Tommy's ass. "You need to be taught a lesson." Tommy shivered a little at Elliot's touch. "Mmm, I do. I really do. You should punish me for my naughtiness," he teased. He was starting to get aroused again as his fingers brushed over Elliot's hip. "One day, I'm going to fuck you in my classroom," Elliot said, voice going hoarse. "Right over the lectern." He slapped Tommy's ass lightly. Tommy made a little yelp and his hips jerked forward. "That should make class a lot more interesting," he teased breathlessly. "I bet you'd like it if I fucked you in front of the class, wouldn't you? Are you that much of an exhibitionist?" Elliot wondered. Tommy laughed softly. "You'd get in trouble," he pointed out. He had to admit there was something appealing about the idea, though. "Yes, but you'd love it," Elliot growled. "My little whore." "I'd love anything with you," he said breathlessly, his skin still tingling from Elliot's slap. He wriggled his hips a little, hoping for another. Elliot replied, "I think perhaps we should do this properly." He sat up and continued, "Over my lap." Tommy gasped a little. He bit his lip and sat up, squirming closer, and laid his body across Elliot's lap, his very naked ass in the air. He leaned up on his elbows and looked 83


questioningly over his shoulder. "Like this?" he asked, his cock already hardening more, pressed intimately against Elliot's bare thigh. "Just like that," Elliot replied hoarsely. He ran his hand down over Tommy's back and his ass. "Such a bad boy." Tommy whimpered. "I am. So very bad," he said hoarsely. His hips moved restlessly at Elliot's so far gentle touches. "I'm lucky to have someone like you to show me how to behave," he croaked. If this wasn't the hottest thing yet, he didn't know what was. Elliot's cock was rock hard as it pressed against Tommy, but his voice betrayed nothing. "You will learn," he agreed gravely. "Or you will be punished." He brought his hand down in a sharp slap on his pale ass. Tommy let out a surprised little yelp. He arched his back and panted softly. "I think it may take a while to sink in. I'm very, mmm ... stubborn," he said. "Oh yes, I think it will take quite a few lessons," Elliot said, spanking again. "To put you in your place." He slapped Tommy's firm ass again. Tommy's ass was tingling, his skin burned. He whimpered, pillowing his head on his arms. "Ohh, Elliot, I ... I love you," he gasped. Elliot's breath hitched but he didn't let up. "A lovely sentiment and I certainly return it," he said, biting his lip. "But it won't get you out of your punishment." He slapped Tommy's perfect ass again. Tommy's yelp disintegrated into a throaty moan. "I know." He pressed his ass up a little. "Elliot, I need you. I want, ohh, 84


please take me," he panted. The spanking was so arousing, just being treated like this, his eyes rolled up in his head and he drew in a shuddering breath. "I'm so hard." "I don't think this is teaching you a lesson," Elliot growled as Tommy rubbed against his own erection. "Perhaps you just need to be taken hard." Tommy moaned again. "Oh yeah. I need to be fucked like the dirty little slut that I am," he said, breathing hard. "Use me, hurt me," he croaked. Elliot groaned as he touched Tommy everywhere. "Mine, only mine," he growled. He moved Tommy, rolling on top of him, pinning him to the bed as he pushed Tommy's hands over his head. Tommy relaxed against the mattress. He felt completely vulnerable, and he spread his legs wide apart. "Take me. You know you want to." "I want you more than I've wanted anyone or anything," Elliot groaned, looking down at Tommy. Tommy tugged at his wrists a little and moaned. "I need your cock. Fuck me," he rasped. "Please," he added. "You like being helpless, pretty Tommy?" Elliot asked. His cock nudged at Tommy's entrance. Tommy nodded, wide-eyed. "I do," he said. He'd especially enjoyed being bound during the initiation ceremony. He'd never done anything like that, and he found it was sexier than he thought it would be. Especially with Elliot. "You're at my mercy. I'm much stronger than you," Elliot declared. He gazed into Tommy's eyes. 85


Tommy whimpered. "So much stronger. Bigger and stronger." He swallowed hard. "I can do whatever I want to you," Elliot purred. "And you can just take it." Tommy shivered a little. "Anything. There's nothing I could do to stop you, even if I wanted to," he croaked. This was so fucking hot, his cock was throbbing with need. "That's right. Helpless." Elliot had slipped on a lubed condom and the head of his cock pressed insistently at Tommy's entrance. "I'm going to fuck you like no one has ever fucked you." Tommy believed it. Everything with Elliot had been like nothing he'd ever experienced before so far. "Mmm, you think so," he said, throwing out a little challenge as part of the game. "I guess we'll see." Elliot chuckled softly. "I know so," he said, and thrust upward sharply. His cock slid inside Tommy, smoothly but surely. Tommy cried out. He was just on the brink of being sore from it. It had been a good long while since he'd wallowed in such unrestrained hedonism. "Oh," he whimpered, arching up beneath him. "Feel my cock in you, claiming you, Tommy? You're all mine." Elliot pulled out and thrust back in again, watching Tommy's face. Tommy nodded, gasping for breath. "I feel you, like you're splitting me apart," he moaned. It was deep and it made him feel complete. 86


Elliot groaned, thrusting faster. "I'm marking you as mine, all mine," he said. "No one will ever touch you but me. Do you like that, Tommy? You're my own personal toy." "Ohhh, fuck, yess, y-yours to fuck, whenever you want," he moaned loudly. He choked back a sob as his body started to tremble. "Whenever and wherever I want," Elliot panted. "I'm going to take you every night. All night." He reached down to stroke the younger man's stiff cock as he drove into him. Tommy couldn't hold back any longer. "Please, Elliot, c-can I?" He moaned again, clamping his body down around the other man tightly. "You want to come, pretty baby?" Elliot asked, voice deep with passion. He pounded faster and stroked more firmly. "You may," he finally said, "My love." Tommy screamed Elliot's name as his slender body arched up. He came hard, shaking and gasping for breath. His body was wracked with shivers as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through him in a dozen little aftershocks. Only when Tommy had finished did Elliot surrender. He was quieter but no less enraptured, and he moaned Tommy's name as he filled him. Tommy slumped back against the mattress with a sated sigh. He ran his hands lightly over Elliot's back. "Sleep now?" he murmured. Elliot nodded, and leaned down to kiss Tommy gently. "Thank you," he said quietly. Tommy drifted off a few minutes later, smiling happily. He cuddled close to the warm body beside him. 87


**** Over the next week, Tommy spent every night at Elliot's house. He waited for him after classes and went home with him. He brought whatever homework he needed to do, and for a couple of hours in the evening they would both sit at the enormous dining table, Elliot grading and Tommy tapping away on his laptop, or reading a textbook. If anything, he was getting more done this way, having a set schedule to stick to. But once the work was done, they abandoned all pretense of domesticity, and tested each other's sexual limits. Elliot had never been happier. He finally had someone who complemented him sexually, as well as put up with his eccentricities. Tommy aroused him like no other, but it wasn't just that. He enjoyed being with him. So much so that he wanted Tommy to know it wasn't just casual to him. As Tommy closed his textbook one evening, curled in a chair in Elliot's living room, he looked up at him, smiling. He stretched his slender arms high above his head. "Mmm, Friday night and I'm all caught up on my homework," he purred. Elliot met his gaze, then he looked down, admiring the younger man's perfect slender body. "And I'm nearly done with my grading. Whatever shall we do to kill the boredom?" He felt the tingle of arousal already. Tommy laughed. "Somehow I think we'll come up with something."

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Just then, he knew what he wanted to do. Elliot rose from his chair and went to stand in front of Tommy. "And I just thought of it," he said quietly. Tommy looked up at him questioningly. "Mm? And what would that be?" he asked, smiling as he uncurled his legs to sit forward. Elliot leaned down, putting one hand on either side of Tommy. "I want to prove to you that this means something, more than sex," he said quietly. Tommy licked his lips. "Aannd, how exactly do you want to do that?" he asked. Elliot looked seriously into Tommy's eyes. "There are ceremonies, rituals. For all sorts of things." Tommy expression turned serious. "I should imagine there are. What sort of ritual do you want to do?" he asked. "Tommy, I want you to know that what we have is no fling. It means everything to me. I want to commit to you, if you want that. I want to do it formally, in a ritual that will bind our magic even more." Tommy gazed into Elliot's eyes. He smiled slowly. "That sounds amazing. Like a going steady ritual?" He grinned a little. Elliot smirked. "Something like that, yes. Less than a handfasting. But, it means that I will make love only to you. Not that I would ever need anyone else when I have you." Tommy reached up and touched Elliot's face. "Mmm, and I will only let you make love to me," he said in agreement. "What's involved?" There was a hopeful note in his voice. 89


Elliot smiled. "You liked the last ritual, did you?" he asked, pushing Tommy's legs apart with his own as he stood before him. "Mm which? The initiation? Or the graveyard? I liked them both." His hands dropped to Elliot's thighs. Elliot laughed softly. "I bet you liked being tied up, naked and helpless, didn't you?" The very thought was enough to get him aching. He'd enjoyed that a little too much. "Don't forget blindfolded," he offered. "Completely at your mercy." That made Elliot's breath hitch. "Trust is great part of any bonding ritual," he breathed. "I think that binding and blindfolding might be required again." Tommy at his mercy. He wanted him badly. "Oh, I agree, wholeheartedly. Are we doing this now?" He licked his lips, staring into Elliot's eyes. "No time like the present," Elliot nodded, spellbound by those lips and that pretty face. He really didn't deserve Tommy. But he had him, and he was going to enjoy it. Tommy waited for Elliot to lean back slightly and he rose to his feet. "Well, then. I'm ready when you are," he said, smiling. "Let's bond." Elliot grinned, taking Tommy hand and drawing him into his arms. "Well, then, why don't you go take a nice shower while I prepare. I'll leave a robe for you. Clothes won't be required. Make sure you're clean everywhere." Tommy drew a shaky breath. "Okay," he said quietly. He slipped out of Elliot's grasp and made his way up the stairs to the master suite. 90


**** He showered thoroughly, scrubbing his skin a little more roughly than usual, and when he emerged from the steamfilled room wrapped in a towel, a robe was waiting for him on the bed. He dried off quickly and pulled it on. Elliot was waiting for him, dressed also in a black robe. He smiled at Tommy, and held out his hand. "Come with me, my sweet Tommy." The younger man looked so good he could barely stand it. Tommy followed Elliot back down the stairs and down again into the basement room where the initiation ritual had been held. Again the circle was delineated with candles, and the vague scent of sandalwood wafted through the air. He licked his lips and moved as Elliot directed him until they were once again safely inside the sacred boundary. Elliot stepped forward and looked into Tommy's eyes. "In this ceremony we will connect our spirits as well as our bodies," he whispered. "Now I bare your body, and your spirit." He reached out and opened Tommy's robe, exposing him. Tommy was completely at ease as Elliot disrobed him. He stood up straight, his expression solemn. His slender chest rose and fell just a little more quickly than normal. Elliot took the time to look at the prize that awaited him. Tommy was hard and so beautiful he could barely stand it. "For this ceremony you will be symbolically bound," he explained. "Because you give yourself freely." He lowered the 91


restraints from the ceiling, and explained, "Just reach up and hold on. After you take off your robe." Tommy let the robe fall off his shoulders and pool at his feet. He reached up over his head, holding onto the restraints. "Like this?" he asked. "Just like that," Elliot said, his voice rough. Tommy was stretched out for him, all his for the taking. His cock jutted out from his slender body. "Do you give yourself to me of your own free will?" he recited. "I give myself to you of my own free will. Body and soul," he said quietly. "All of me belongs to you." Elliot moaned softly. "You are mine, and I am yours. I will protect you, and touch no one else." Tommy whimpered a little. "I can't believe someone as amazing as you would want me." Elliot smiled. "You are amazing, sweet Tommy. All my life I've dreamed of finding someone like you, who would accept me. I am yours, as long as you will have me." He reached out, drizzling a fragrant oil down Tommy's chest. When he touched him, he felt the electricity of their magic flare to life. Tommy gasped at the sudden touch. He gazed at Elliot, parting his lips, panting slightly. "Do you feel it? The magic knows us, knows we are meant to be," Elliot said, smoothing the oil onto Tommy's pale skin. "I feel it," he said reverently. "Can you feel my heart beating?" He leaned in closer to Elliot's touch, still holding onto the bonds above his head.

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"Yes," Elliot replied, still touching him. His hand strayed lower. "My body aches for yours, my beauty." He just brushed against the head of Tommy's cock. Tommy let out a low moan and his head fell back. "Oh," he said quietly. "I want you. So much." "And I will take you, very soon," Elliot promised, his own cock pulsing. "I desire you like no other. You were made for my cock, sweet Tommy. And for my heart." He walked around behind him, drizzling more oil over him. Tommy moaned again, arching his back as the bead of oil traced a path down his spine, and down his cleft. "Mm, made for your cock, yes." Elliot rubbed the oil into Tommy soft skin, paying special attention to his firm ass. He let his fingers slip into the cleft. Tommy moaned and spread his feet further apart. He arched his back, exposing himself more to Elliot's touches. Elliot slipped his finger into Tommy's entrance, breath catching at the tight heat. "Every inch of you is mine," he purred. "To do with as I please." Tommy made a quiet approving hum, rolling his hips back, slim body straining toward the finger impaling him. Elliot added another finger, free hand reaching around to play with Tommy's nipples. "Feel me possessing your body, controlling it. You're mine." "Yours," he repeated. He rocked back against Elliot's fingers, moaning quietly. "Please," he croaked. "Please what?" Elliot prompted. "You wish me to join our bodies? To become one?" he was more than ready. 93


"Yes. Please. I want you inside me," Tommy whimpered, pressing his ass back needily. "Take me. Please." Elliot opened his robe, and he was hard and ready. He slipped on a condom and lubed it as he said, "I shall connect our bodies and spirits." Tommy tried to glance over his shoulder at Elliot. "I love you," he said. He spread a fraction more, his entire body like a coiled spring waiting for release. Elliot smiled. "And I love you, Tommy." He'd never felt this way about anyone. Tommy was the perfect combination for him. Love and desire, all in one. He positioned himself and slipped into him, moaning, "We are one." Tommy drew in a trembling breath, his body relaxing automatically to accept Elliot's cock. Elliot moved slowly, almost gently as he claimed Tommy. His voice was strained but even, as he said, "I need none but you to fulfill my needs both physical and spiritual." Tommy held on tight to the restraints and rocked back against Elliot with each deep penetration. "And I need none but you," he echoed. They moved together, slow, almost choreographed movements building up the passion. The position wasn't easy, but Elliot kept his thrusts even and smooth. Tommy gasped with every deep, thorough thrust. His body was taut as he balanced precariously, never falling out of perfect rhythm with his lover. Elliot chanted Tommy's name as he took him over and over, the pleasure building up and up until he could no longer 94


hold back. "Come for me," he gasped, reaching around to stroke Tommy. Tommy moaned loudly. When Elliot's fingers encircled his cock, he started to come hard, his knuckles turning white where he was gripping the ropes above his head. His body trembled. Tommy was so perfect, so responsive, so erotic, and Elliot came as soon as Tommy did. He gasped with pleasure, growling his name as he pulsed inside him. Tommy held on, still stretched out as Elliot came. His muscles relaxed slightly, and his head hung forward with a long, low, sated sigh. "Mine," he said. **** Elliot wrapped his arms around Tommy, supporting him, because he knew his arms would be hurting by now. "My love. Let me get you upstairs." He could still feel the tingle of magic between them and it was comforting. Tommy lowered his arms, leaning back against Elliot. He nearly lost his balance, and fell back against the larger man. "Mmm, bed would be lovely." "Our bed," Elliot agreed, nuzzling his neck before picking up the slim man. He carried him up the stairs to the bedroom, setting him gently on the bed. Tommy smiled adoringly at him. He reached for Elliot to join him. "Our bed. Elliot, you make me feel ... it's gonna sound cheesy. I feel reborn. All the things I used to do. I was kinda trampy." 95


Elliot tossed aside his robe and lay next to Tommy. "I feel it too, my love. My life before you seems so empty now." He couldn't imagine life without Tommy. Tommy wrapped his arms around Elliot and settled against him. "I'm glad I made that stupid bet now. It was meant to be." Elliot nodded and kissed Tommy gently. He wasn't upset about the bet, because it had brought him happiness, when he had been least expecting it. [Back to Table of Contents]

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