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Pure White

© Coco Reed

The only sound in the air was the labored breathing coming from near-frozen lungs. Shivering lips, usually light pink now turned lavender, muttered curses. Thuds from falling pounds of snow from trees echoed in the forest only to be swallowed by the silence moments later. Rae cried out, doubling over as a sharp spiral of ice fell from a branch overhead, slicing his cheek. He cursed, wincing at the sting his heavy gloves caused to the tender flesh. Black suede came away bloodied. The Light mage’s fury grew and he threw himself into the trees, snapping branches away as he again made his way up the rocky, snow-covered hill.

His robe of silver wolf fur caught on the needles surrounding him but he didn’t care, not even when he felt the tug on his sleeves and the sound of cloth ripping reached his ears. Another branch caught his hood, tearing the warm protection away from him. His long chocolate hair spilled out to whip about in the freezing wind, obstructing his vision. He snarled, turquoise eyes blazing as he pushed himself. When he found the damned entrance, when he came back down to his traveling companion, he was going to beat the shit out of him!

The cold was almost unbearable for the student of Light. Rae shivered, sniffling as his nose began to run. They knew he absolutely wilted in this weather! Something told him that was the exact reason Mihkane sent them on the mission. The bastard! All thoughts of sweet revenge came to an abrupt and painful halt when he crashed through the borderline of the forest and face-planted into hard, packed snow. Rae winced, muscles burning and begging him to just lie there for a moment longer. He coughed as he breathed in a mouthful of snow and ice.

Deep laughter echoed through the forest and he heard footsteps approaching. White, steel-toed boots came centimeters before his eyes, kicking a small mound of snow into his face. Rae clenched his teeth and kept from saying anything. He would only laugh and enjoy the insults. Rae wrenched himself off the ground and leveled his eyes on his partner. He would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was upset, not this time. Blue eyes sparkled, darkening as they looked over his disheveled state.

“You have no idea what you make me want to do when you look at me with those incredible eyes, Rae-Rae.” Green-blue eyes narrowed and the necroman laughed, stepping closer. “Are those your bedroom eyes?”

Rae took a step closer, not caring that this was his superior – the man who had just as much control over him as Mihkane. “How long have you been following me up the mountain, Story?”

Story did not back away, smirking as he stared down the slightly shorter man. “Why, as soon as you left to find a route through this gods damned forest.”

“You heartless bastard.” Rae schooled his voice into the monotone he used when dealing with the man. He should have known. He hissed and jerked back when Story’s gloveless fingers grazed his wounded cheek.

“Don’t you know it.” He smiled; his always warm touch unnerved the mage and he delighted in the reactions he received every time he laid his hands on him. Rae was fun to mess with and proved his only source of entertainment on the occasions when they were between assignments from Mihkane. His eyes hardened and he motioned with a nod for Rae to continue with his travels. “Get going, servant, we don’t have time to waste.”

Rae muttered a few curses under his breath, hitting Story hard in the shoulder as he passed by. He may be under his rule, but it was forced obedience and he never let him or Mihkane forget that. For once, however, he shared Story’s sentiments and just wanted to get this quest over with. Within these thick woods and on the highest part of the mountain, legend had it that a small group of monks and nature mages kept a treasure inside a maze of caves. An egg of a Bone Dragon. A rare thing that should not exist in this age. Mihkane wanted it, deeming it just what he needed either to hatch and be a part of his indestructible army, or yet another priceless object in his overflowing vault.

Rae hoped they didn’t find anything. His bitter thoughts made him smile. If this was all for naught and there wasn’t even a group of people inhabiting the mountains he still would be happy. Mihkane would only abuse the power of the dragon, just like everything else he got his filthy claws on. Hearing the footsteps behind him made him sigh. Necroman or not, Mage of Light or not, they should be fighting against the warlock’s control. Of course he had been looking for a way out of his forced bond of obedience, had been since this whole thing began, but he didn’t know if Story felt the same. In the seven years he had been in forced company with the man he still did not know how deep his contempt was for Mihkane.

Another sigh escaped him. Seven years. Over half a decade he had been on the wrong side of the divide in power. Long before he was born the wars had begun. Mihkane was a tyrant and used his dark arts to enslave and crush all opposing him. Rae had been from another province and was sent into the Black Lands because of his strength and powers in the School of Light. He had been sent to help and ended up being captured after only two years fighting against the warlock. His skills had saved him, in a sense. He was not dead but sometimes he thought it would have been for the best.

Mihkane had kept him locked in the dungeons for he didn’t know how long. One day he was brought to his personal chambers where he was tortured and then bound to Mihkane. The bastard had figured out how to reach into the soul, a thing forbidden by everyone but the gods, and tied it to his own. He was then taken to a room in his castle, pampered and healed. When he next left the mock-safety of his bed chamber, it was to meet his new “owner.” Story Cloudracer had once been a man that answered to no other. He studied and went where he wished, becoming a necroman of legendary renown. That all ended when Mihkane got a hold of him. Like Rae he was bound to him, however Story was a favored minion; his third-in-command.

The second soul-bonding was more painful than the first. Rae ultimately answered to Mihkane, but he belonged to Story. If the man wished for complete control over him he could do it. Rae was lucky, he supposed. Story was a bastard and malicious at times, but he never took advantage of the power he had, unless it was for amusement. A scowl came over his face when he thought about the previous night. Sometimes he got too cocky with his “master” and this time went too far in his non-compliance and harsh tongue. With just a narrowing of his sky blue eyes, Story was in control of Rae’s body and had him lay his hand into their campfire. The flesh from the milky skin blistered and bled, cracked and finally charred. Rae felt nothing. Unable to do anything, he knew he could only watch. When he crossed the line he knew how to humble himself. He needed his hands to do his magic and so he was quick to level a sincere stare across the flames and apologize when Story had had his fun.

Story was good to his belongings and made sure they were in perfect condition. All he was waiting for was the haughty mage to say he was sorry. He had come to his side, pulling the burnt and flaking appendage out of the fire. Many necromans only learned spells that would serve their benefit. Story was an odd case. He learned everything he could, excelling in many things and one of them was healing. Holding it between his large hands, Rae healed quickly. He shivered with the memory. Those hands could do so many things, horrible things, but when they healed it was as if he reached inside and soothed every aching part of him. Story’s talented hands would prove his downfall, he was certain!

Seven years had been taken from his life, throwing him into a world where he had become just as much a villain as everyone else on the dark side of the divide. He hated Mihkane and always would. Every day he grew closer to figuring out an antithesis to the force binding him. When he was free he would kill that bastard! Deep down he knew though that he wouldn’t be able to sever the blood-red bonds attaching him to Story. For three of the seven years of his servitude he had been certain that what he felt for Story was love. He would free the necroman from Mihkane and then give him the option of parting ways, but it would be the man’s choice to end things. As stubborn as he was on this idea, Rae could not stop the fluttering in his stomach when he thought about it. One day he would have to tell Story the way he felt.

His thoughts were broken when Story walked ahead. Rae let him go, relishing in the brief moment of not having to lead. He wrapped his cloak about him, shivering and glaring at the thick fog coming from his mouth. The higher they climbed the worse it got. It was a miserable journey, with the sharp rocks and shards of ice making the trek harder. The sword at his hip Story made him take when on assignment was freezing and digging into his bone. Concentrating on warming himself, he watched as Story felt along the frozen rocks. His hands weren’t purple though they should have been black with frost bite by now. Story was never affected by the cold, only wearing a light white cape made of the finest and softest leather, lined with white bear fur.

That was one of his trademarks, the thing that made survivors remember him. Story did not dress the part of one of the most powerful necromans in the known world. While many delighted in being creepy, pasty beings that always wore black and other dark colors, Story could not see letting go his Northern heritage. He was the White Monster. Many who first saw him mistook the man in white, with hair like snow and sweet crystal blue eyes, to be an angel. Surely the towering man in white and not a scratch or speck of dirt on his golden skin was there to save everyone. However, minutes later the town he was passing through was either enslaved or burned to the ground. Story was a bringer of pain and horror and Rae could not help the devotion he had for him. He was the only one Story trusted and kept close, hopefully that would always remain.

Story craned his neck, looking up the steep and jagged incline. His hands stopped feeling the stone. “This is it, up there.” He turned to Rae, smiling in a way that could stop hearts. “Get climbing, ocean eyes.”

Rae shook his head and pushed past him, ignoring the chuckles from behind. Sometimes the urge to kick the necroman’s ass was almost too great. Clearing his throat and pushing his cloak aside, he grabbed the sharp rocks to begin climbing. His teeth started to chatter the instant his warm cloak was no longer around him. Soon his body would be shaking too much to move. He hoped he would already be through the climb before he passed out. Of course there was no guarantee that Story wouldn’t leave him behind, or arrange him in some embarrassing position for when he awoke.

The ice crusting over the mountain made the climb harder. Rae kept from looking down the higher he got. Looking up did not ease his nerves either. Twenty-five feet or so to the next cliff, and he prayed that a cave entrance would be somewhere up there. Rae huffed, blowing the hair from his eyes. He winced as his muscles burned, screaming for relief with each upward pull. A slip of his footing earned him a cut from elbow to wrist on the side of his arm, the hunter green sleeve in shreds. Rae held back his cries of pain, mesmerized by the blood freezing almost as soon as it flowed from the gash. Concentrating long enough to stop the bleeding and stitch the tender flesh together with a simple healing spell, he began again.

As he climbed he grabbed a thick vine by instinct. He paused to look past the hoar vines, peering into the dark shadow beyond. There seemed to be a small ledge and he eagerly pulled himself up, panting. When finally to his feet he pushed aside more vegetation and swooned at the sudden feeling of strong magic wafting from further back into the dark. It was old and had not been disturbed in a long time. An opening of a cave. Had he been able to smile he would have, but he only managed to turn back to the drop-off he had traveled.

“Here. I found a cave here,” he said louder, knowing even Story could not have heard his first tired statement.

Rae could not see the ground but within the next minute the sound of breaking twigs and falling stones reached him. Story made his way fast, scaling the wall and jumping up next to his companion. Rae shook his head, cursing at the barely winded necroman. He stayed behind him as Story moved to the entrance of the cave. He held his hands up, feeling the magic. There were no barriers keeping them from entering. Story cocked his head and then smiled as he looked into the darkness.

“We’re in luck, there is nothing keeping us from having a look around.” He swept to the side and bowed, smirking as Rae went through. There may have been no detection of spells but danger could still be inside and who better to see it first than his capable servant?

The air inside was still, freezing his lungs and sending Rae into a coughing fit. Even Story cleared his throat a few times when he stepped inside. Rae continued after he searched through his pouches and came out with a small hovering lantern he had enchanted before their journey. The passage was narrow without an end in sight; no light hinting that something worth venturing inside the place was to be found. Why could Mihkane never send them to abandoned islands filled with green plants and warm blue water? Rae could just imagine all the scenarios a hotter climate would provoke from Story. It was never warm in this accursed country. Rae pulled his cloak rough against him, huffing and causing his glasses to fog up for a moment. Handerling had been a frozen wasteland for generations, dying because of the imbalance Mihkane created.

A wall came up sharply and turned in both directions. If it hadn’t been for the strong pulse in magic leading to the left Rae would have cursed everything in existence and left, regardless if Story thought up a punishment for him later. The passage was even smaller, permitting entrance only to those that walked sideways for the duration of its length. He flattened himself as much as possible and started forward. It would not do to waste time. Rae winced but made not a sound as the wall scraped against his face. His cheek began to sting from the sweat dripping into the numerous scratches now adorning it.

The air was stale, heavy with cold and dust. He could feel his heart begin to pick up speed. Even as a child he had never liked tight spots, darkness, or the silence that held it. He would never say he was claustrophobic but something about this cave, the dead forest it was found within, unnerved him like nothing else. Hearing footsteps nearby and the sound of Story’s relaxed breathing helped. Gaining control of his growing panic, Rae ignored his discomfort and pushed on. He paid no mind to his sore ankle and swelling cuts, keeping his ears alert to any sounds not their own. After an hour of blind walking the relief he suddenly felt rushing through him was almost painful.

“There’s light up ahead!”

Story hummed in reply although Rae knew he was just as excited. They were students of magic, not barbarians that liked being bothered to treasure hunt. Mihkane knew this but did not care. Perhaps he did not want to give either of them the chance to really try and break their bonds to him. Rae blew his hair out of his eyes, growling when the movement caused another abrasion on his raw cheek.

“I think when we are through here we will level this place to the ground, my sea jewel.”

Rae chuckled, ignoring this time the Dark user’s favorite name for him. When they were close to being done after months of searching Rae was forgiving of many of Story’s shortcomings. Also he would love to see Story lay waste to this stupid mountain. At least it wouldn’t be a city he would have to watch fall. His steps quickened as the light grew. If there was something hostile waiting for him he didn’t care.

Suddenly the tunnel ended, opening into a chamber that was a step lower. Rae tumbled out, stumbling as he regained his footing. It wasn’t surprising to hear Story’s chuckles echoing in the tunnel. Rae lowered his eyes to the ground and frowned, praying that his hair and the lighting hid the blush creeping across his cheeks. When he came out into the room Story stopped his laughing. His footsteps echoed across the stone room and his boots stopped in Rae’s view. Warm fingers slid under his chin and Rae was made to look up. His head was moved to the side and he willed his eyes not to flutter closed when Story passed his hand along his bruised and bloodied cheek. Rae winced, not realizing how bad he must have cut himself until he felt the sticky blood on his neck. Story clicked his tongue at him after he stepped away.

“Please try to be more careful next time, Rae-Rae. I can’t have a lame pet accompanying me and slowing me down, can I?”

“I’m not your pet.” The reply was automatic, dull as he looked about.

“It seems we are getting closer.”

They had come into a large circular chamber with three other tunnels like the one they came from spilling into it. Three larger corridors were carved as well, leading off into opposite directions. Of course Story nudged Rae closer to the middle passage that had debris along the floor and mist swirling about the entrance. When he felt no malevolent presences he stepped inside. It was a smaller trek, the end clear and lots of light. They came into a bigger room that had them pausing as they looked around.

About the size of a small living chamber, three of the four walls were lined with shelves. Rae picked up a few of the jars and squinted as he read the faded labels. Some of the contents were culinary while others were simple healing herbs. None would have much potency since they seemed to be decades old and rancid. Furs were kept in a smaller corner shelf, dusty but still in good condition. Bedding was laid out, but by the looks of it and the fire pit in the middle of the room nothing had been touched in a long time. Only one tunnel led on, bright with light from the next room.

“This place is abandoned.” Story frowned, trailing his hand over a stack of books and stirring up a cobweb. By his expression it appeared that he was getting angry. It wasn’t surprising; if there was nothing to loot then they’re trip was that much more in vain.

“So it seems. Still, we might as well keep going.”

“Yes. Wouldn’t want to overlook anything and keep the old bastard from his possible dragon, now would we?”

Rae smiled, shaking his head as he wiped his glasses off. Without having to be told he was moving toward the next tunnel. As soon as he was inside he hissed, trembling with the sudden drastic plunge in the temperature. His teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. Thick ice coating the floor made his boots slip; wet ice met his hand when he reached out for balance. It was strange, the stone of mountain suddenly turning into a glacier but Rae guessed that was exactly what they were in now.

His footing slipped and he fell out of the tunnel. He had to shield his eyes from the sudden light. Shakily he dropped his arm down and studied the room. Rae took several steps inside, the sound loud in the large cavern. It was as if the entire mountain was carved out. The ceiling of the cave reached high above, wicked spikes of ice hanging down. A rough path was carved before him, leading to the other side. All around the floor was smooth grey, veined with white. Torches lined the walls, forever burning bright indigo-white fire. At least there was evidence that magic use had been here. Rae jumped, startled out of his thoughts when a heavy hand came to rest on his shoulder.

“That’s it.” Story did not stop looking across the room, eyes glued to a raised platform in the shadows. He finally turned his attention on Rae, smiling too sweetly to trust. “Well, go over and test for enchantments and then find out if any of these legends are true.”

“They already are proving false,” Rae said, making a wide sweep with his hand. “This hasn’t exactly been a hazardous labyrinth.” He was rewarded with a rich, deep laugh; mesmerized by the curve of Story’s neck when he threw his head back in his amusement. The hand on his shoulder moved to the middle of his spine.

“True, very true, but something is obviously over there and I would like to get this over with now instead of later.”

Rae lifted an eyebrow, “Have a pressing engagement?”

“Oh, you’ll see. Go.”

Shaking his head he made his way to the other side with caution. It was odd. There was magic in the air, strong magic, but he could detect nothing active. There was more of a thrum of residue than anything else. He pressed on, too cold to dwell on things not important. The iciness was making him snappy. After this a trip to one of the taverns in Helsmist was in order. A night of drinking and forgetting himself with a nameless bed mate was just what he needed.

Rae smiled when he came up to the alter covered in rotted silks and crumbling candles. Here there was a spell, simple yet still able to keep anyone from taking the pretty object from its cradle. Dispelling the enchantment, he frowned once he actually studied the thing. Elongated and rounded, it was large and probably weighed eight pounds. It did look like a dragon egg, he’d give it that. However it wasn’t a dragon’s egg or any other creature’s baby-to-be. Rae picked it up, admiring the shining outside and the prettiness of it before setting it back down with disgust.

“It’s a pearl!” He turned and shouted over the distance to Story.

“What?” Story frowned, walking toward him.

“It’s a pearl, there’s nothing special about it either, except its size.”

“I don’t care, pick it up. We’re getting something out of coming all the way here.”

Rae stopped walking to Story and listened as a low sound caught his ears. It grew louder, the ground shaking under his feet. “Stop moving!”

His eyes widened as he recognized the noise. Ice breaking. Spider web-like cracks raced across the floor and he realized that it wasn’t solid rock beneath their feet or even ice, but a thick layer over the river that must pass through the mountain. Rae stepped lightly, scowling at the idiot that hadn’t done what he told him too. Story kept coming, oblivious to what was happening. Sometimes the brilliant necroman could be such a dumb ass.

“Story, stop moving; just stay there!”

Too late.

The ice broke completely, rearing up and vaulting Rae forward. He cried out as he smacked his face into the floor, his lip busting on impact. His vision swam, swirling at the sight of his bright blood flowing in a small river to mix with the now visible water. The sheet of ice he lay on tilted further and he rolled into the water. He screamed as the cold sliced into him, but it was more than that. It felt as though his magic was being sapped out of him. The pain was greater than anything he felt before and he didn’t consider himself weak when tears prickled his eyes. His limbs instantly began to stiffen and he could do no more than keep his mouth closed when his head went under. Faintly he heard his name being called.

Hands broke the already freezing pool he fell into and grabbed his shoulders, pulling hard to bring him up. Story’s face appeared before his, eyes dark and frown marring his features. Rae had seen no one that came close to rivaling his beauty. The temperature was affecting his mind, and had his face not been frozen, a stupid smile would have been in place. It occurred to him that the necroman was yelling at him. Leave it to Story to order around a dying man!

Story jerked his head up when a loud groan echoed across the room. His eyes widened and he snarled in frustration when he began slipping into the water. If he let go of Rae he would be able to make it out before the entire floor broke apart. Rae bobbed in the water, stiff but alive. Frost was already forming in his dark brown hair, eyes cloudy. The ice beneath him cracked and Story managed a curse before he fell into the sub-zero darkness beside his companion.

* * * * *

Rae groaned, warmth blossoming throughout his body. He stretched, feeling better than he had in weeks. With a sigh he opened his eyes, his mood darkening into confusion when he looked straight ahead. He was low to the ground and in a dim room lit only by a few torches. The ground would have been directly beneath him if it weren’t for the thick furs made into a bed. They were old but they were soft and trapped the heat. Rae ran his hand over the pelts beneath him and smiled at the feel of heavy skins blanketing him.

When it registered he was naked he remembered what had happened. The water was enchanted, of that he was positive. He ran his tongue over his full bottom lip, feeling the tender cut in the middle and was grateful it was no longer bleeding. His brows furrowed in thought. He was pretty sure Story fell in too, that or left him. How had he managed to get out? Thinking of Story made his remaining drowsiness fade. If he was hurt… Rae turned on his other side and wished he hadn’t.

It was too late to feign sleep.

Propped up on his elbow and turned toward him, Story was relaxed and studying him. His eyes held amusement and sparkled even in the poor light. Rae willed himself to not blush and drop his gaze when he noticed a tanned shoulder peaking out from the blanket. If he gave in and let his gaze wander over the bare chest before him Story would know his thoughts and make a jolly game out of his embarrassment. Instead he mimicked Story’s posture and cocked his head to the side.

“Where are we?”

“The storage or sleeping room in this damned mountain.”

“The alter chamber?”

“Destroyed.”

Rae scowled in thought, nodding. “And the pearl?” It would have been deemed priceless had they been able to retrieve it.

“Lying at the bottom of that charming puddle. We’re not going after it. If Mihkane wants to second-guess us when we tell him there was nothing here but an abandoned shelter, he can send some other idiot after it. It wasn’t magical anyway. My guess is that archaic users worshipped it as a holy relic of some sort and then enchanted the surroundings to collapse if ever it was stolen.”

Rae chuckled at the expression on his face. Clearly he was sore about the whole thing. “Was it my delirious state, or did the great White Monster fall into the water as well?”

“We all make mistakes, Rae-Rae.”

A slow smile came across Rae’s lips. He was warm and alive, perhaps he would regret what he felt was inevitable at the moment but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His bangs fell over his right eye as he smiled and leaned just a bit closer. “The water sapped your magic as well, didn’t it?”

“A little, but I have more power than you so I had more time to think up a plan and get us out before I was completely drained.” Story smirked and answered his movement with his own.

“You mean older than me,” he muttered.

“I don’t care for labels, you know that.”

Rae hummed in reply, never breaking eye contact as Story leaned in and brushed their lips together. He inhaled a sharp breath as a jolt ran through him. His eyes closed and he pushed his mouth against Story’s. He needed more. A groan escaped him at the loss of the kiss, but it turned into a hiss when his blanket was removed. The air was still warm, almost stuffy, but it was still a shock against his vulnerable flesh.

“You’re half hard.”

Story’s voice wasn’t husky though it was deeper and made shivers trickle over his body. Rae’s eyes drifted open to study the man before him. Hard muscles and long planes. Smooth skin with few scars. A dark freckle beneath his right pectoral. Small dark nipples and a trail of fine white gold hair on his naval that went down to a nest of coarse snowy hair. A long, thick penis jutted out from between his thighs and Rae smirked at the swollen state of it.

“You more so.”

Story was unaffected by the earlier scrutinizing and the fact that he was completely exposed. He shrugged and rested his hand on his hip. “Even blue and frozen, you were incredible to look at when I peeled your clothes off. Also I then had to undress as well and have you in my bed but not touch you. You torture me with your charms often, ocean eyes, but that was just mean.”

Rae laughed, he couldn’t help it, and then reached out to wrap his fingers around Story’s erection. He was delighted to see those sapphire eyes widen. His remaining anxiety melted when Story hissed, body going limp as his hips jerked forward into his touch. Rae’s length hardened to full need as they pressed together. Story wrapped his arm around him, moaning as he kissed his neck. Rae found the spot on the side of the neck that so many other men went crazy for and was not disappointed when Story grabbed him and rolled so he was straddling the necroman.

They nipped and lapped at each other. It was refreshing to find Story such a playful lover. So many times Rae had imagined what this moment would be like. He thought Story would be more intense, crushing with his passion. There was fire to be sure; his trembling and harsh breathing was evidence to what the necroman’s hands were doing to him. But it was a slow inferno that he was building and Rae had a feeling that he was going to be very tired come morning. He threw his head back, balancing as he ground against Story. Soft, talented hands grabbed his hips and he thrust faster.

He needed this now. Foreplay was no longer wanted, and Rae conveyed his desires by grabbing one of Story’s hands and slipping his fingers inside his mouth. The smooth appendages petted his tongue, shoving deeper and testing his gag reflex. Those enchanting eyes narrowed as they took in the shining smirk around his digits and when he felt Rae close his throat around them. Rae moaned, guiding Story’s free hand over his body. It glided over his sweaty skin, feeling every dip and curve of his chest, leaving his nipples aching when it was finished.

Story licked his lips and bucked up as he touched the smooth hairless flesh. Aside from his eyebrows and equally dark hair covering his scalp, Rae was bare and soft. Through the pulsing fog in his mind he wondered if all men and women from the Blue were as silky and perfect. He smiled, rising to kiss his milky chest. Perhaps it was just his rare sea jewel. Rae whimpered at the contact, tongue flickering at his trapped fingers when his penis rubbed against Story’s ripped abdomen. Story trailed kisses over to bite and suck before pressing closer to run his tongue along that long, tempting neck. Gods, if he had known he would finally have his Light user in his bed after this fucking failure of a mission, he would have enjoyed the trip away from Mihkane more.

Story grunted in disapproval when Rae wriggled out of his hold. Rae only smiled, pushing him back against the bedding before slipping down. Story’s breathing quickened, his eyes never leaving the gorgeous sight of the flushed mage falling between his thighs to begin licking at his cock. He slathered him in saliva, coating him everywhere he could reach. Before pulling back Rae smirked before swallowing him to the root. Story arched up, hands cradling Rae’s head. He loved the way his thick hair fell through his fingers. Each lock was begging to be fisted and used as a handle. His penis twitched at the lovely images flooding his brain. He groaned when Rae released him but could not voice any objection when he brought his slick fingers down to his opening.

He watched as Rae swirled his digits around his hole, moaning as they sank inside. Rae was hot and tight. Story hooked his fingers after stretching him and was rewarded with whispers of encouragement. He never knew Rae was capable of such language. He scowled, sitting up and grabbing a handful of ebony hair. Rae collapsed against him, squirming until he was rutting against his erection. Another finger slipped inside and the younger mage only winced before pressing down.

“You know your way well around a man’s body, sea jewel.” Story kept his voice low, whispering a tickling breath against his ear and massaging the bundle of nerves inside Rae. He was going mad with want. The Light mage was incredible at arousing his bedmate.

Rae grabbed his biceps, kissing anywhere he could reach. “I hope so, after all the men I’ve let inside mine.” He moaned as Story pulled him harder against him, the pressure on his leaking erection blissfully painful.

“Are you telling your master that you have let other men, lower men, touch you, servant?”

Flushed and swollen lips curved into a smile and Rae looped his arms around Story’s neck. “Indeed. And every time I need a good, hard fuck I make sure they have eyes as blue as the sky and white blonde hair, Master.”

A strange, pleasant ache burned inside him and Story smashed their mouths together. He turned, slamming Rae into the furs and roughly spread his legs to fall between. He felt on fire. The taste of blood made him frenzied and he realized the cut he healed on Rae’s lip was opened again. Stilling his emotions made him shake, but he managed to ignore the writhing man beneath him long enough to heal him. It wouldn’t do to taste too much of Rae’s sweet blood right now. He looked down to find Rae panting, smiling at him as he gripped him hard with his thighs.

“Sometimes, when that isn’t enough, I throw a glamour and make them look exactly like you, Story.” He growled his name, getting the reaction he was hoping for.

Rae couldn’t help laughing as he was thrown onto his stomach. His heart raced like never before, with anticipation not because of threat. Those large, hot hands ran down his back and sides, kneading his thighs and ass. He lifted up for more contact and moaned when lips replaced hands. He collapsed onto the furs, groaning as the tip of Story’s hard cock nudged against his opening. Heat drifted over him and he knew Story was looming over him, his breath wafting over his moist skin. Story gathered his hair up to expose his shoulders and kissed along his blades. Rae cried out, arching up when Story shoved all the way inside him. He felt on the brink of tearing in two but he would not trade being anywhere else.

“I’ll kill whoever touches you again.”

Story snarled, pulling out to slam back in. The shudder that ran through Rae’s body from his words vibrated down to his cock and he smirked. It was nice to learn that Rae wasn’t naïve to the pleasures two men could have together, but he would have to remember never to gloat about past lovers, if he wanted to walk in the next few days. Just the thought of another inside his sea jewel made him set a painful pace. Rae wasn’t complaining, whining and thrusting back; he was a whore for every touch.

“You can only threaten me if you have a better offer.” Rae screamed as he was jerked up by the hair, impaling himself further as Story made him sit in his lap. He wrapped an arm around his neck and used the other hand for balance.

Story chuckled at the way Rae collapsed when he fisted his cock to pump with his thrusts. “There will never be another need to hunt for second best, Rae. Every night I will come for you, take you hard, make you scream, make you lose your mind. You will think of no one but me, see only me, love only me. No other’s touch will satisfy you.”

Craning his head back to rest on his shoulder, Rae looked at him with cloudy eyes. They were close enough that their lips grazed with each movement. “Demanding such things from me is redundant on your part, Story.” He loved the way Story’s eyes softened but didn’t give him a chance to speak as he pulled him down for a kiss. “Now, be a good master and fuck me senseless.”

Story wrapped his arms around him, keeping him still as he thrust up inside him. The screams and sobs falling from that perfect mouth made him more violent in his love-making. To hear Rae sing so sweetly for him made him feel lighter. For a moment he could pretend that he was at his villa, before Mihkane came and burnt everything he had earned to the ground. He was home, fucking the beautiful mage into his large bed. This one would survive. Rae could hold his own, though strangely he appalled violence. He wouldn’t become like those he had let live with him, now joined with the ashes of the houses they once dwelled in.

He kissed along Rae’s neck, licking at the salty sweat and biting at the artery behind his ear. He took hold of his neglected erection, fondling and squeezing, smearing the pearly liquid over the sensitive head to earn another lovely scream. Rae put his hands over his, guiding him into a painful jerking rhythm that gave him immense pleasure. Story smiled, whispering plans of what he was going to treat his masochistic servant to when they made it back to civilization. He slammed into him faster, feeling pressure building in his stomach. He should have given in to the urge years ago and fucked Rae when he first brought him along on missions instead of making him research his days away in the gigantic archives room they were allowed to use. A wonderful tightness went around his dick and a second later his hand was coated in endless streams of the Light mage’s essence.

Rae broke out of his hold, leaning onto his hands and knees. He smiled, enjoying the way Story followed with his cock still pulsing inside him. Clenching as hard as he could, Rae pulled away and then slammed back against him. Story snarled, panting and leaving bruises on his hips as he thrust. He pushed Rae into the bedding, not caring if he crushed him under his weight as he rutted deep in his shaking body. His hand was still wrapped around his cock and he smiled when he felt little spurts of liquid still shooting out of him. He buried his face in his neck, inhaling Rae’s ocean foam smell before crying out as he came hard.

Rae’s soft moans warmed his body further. He could feel his cock emptying every drop, spasms rippling out of him and into Rae. Careful as he could be in his exhaustion he pulled out, groaning as his seed dripped onto Rae’s reddened cheeks. Looking at the incredible body he had just spent himself inside filled him with regret that made him shudder. Story sighed, combing through his disheveled hair before flopping onto his back beside Rae. This probably was a bad idea. Story swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. He shouldn’t have but now there was no way he could stop, especially since now he knew Rae was more than willing and attracted to him.

He reached out, trailing his hand up and down flushed, soft skin. It had been nice, incredible, but he had no right to claim when he himself was no longer his own. He pulled away, clenching his fists when he thought about his current employer. How could he give in and be with Rae when at any moment he could be taken away? He wasn’t dumb to the looks Mihkane gave Rae whenever he summoned him. If the bastard decided it was time he sampled the Light user there was nothing he could do. He could try, but Mihkane made punishment for any form of non-compliance painful. His blood burned and he decided he would rather die than stand by as Rae was made into the warlock’s whore. He had a feeling Rae would kill himself the first chance he got anyway.

All thoughts stopped when a gentle hand lay on his chest. Green-blue eyes dark with fatigue and sated lust looked deep into his and Story knew he was trapped. He could feel it in their forced bond. There was no way he would be able to keep away from what his soul knew was his possession. Rae smiled and pressed to his side, humming in encouragement when Story wrapped an arm around his waist.

“We’ll have to stay here a few days, travel back to Helsmist as slow as possible.” Rae was calm, head clear after his incredible stress relief. Ideas fired across his brain making him itch for morning to come.

“Oh, why is that, Rae-Rae?” Story pillowed his head with his other arm, watching him with mellow eyes.

Rae smiled, stretching along Story’s body to kiss him. When he pulled back Story’s eyes were darker, a sparkle to them that would have others shivering in slight fear. Rae only pressed closer, addicted to his heat and power. “Because I am going to sever our ties with Mihkane and level his forces to the ground, but I need you to make it work.”

Of course. He knew Rae was rebellious and looking for a way to free himself, but he hadn’t realized how dedicated he was in his search. Apparently his weeks locked away with his books had paid off. The thought of being free after all this time made Story wake up. He grabbed Rae and pulled him on top of him. Yes, having this one around would come in handy. He kissed Rae, smirking at how quickly he gave himself up. As he slipped back inside his body he leaned in to nibble on his ear.

“If you free me I will do whatever you wish of me, my sea jewel.”

Rae arched back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Kill him, Story. Kill every one of his vile followers. Let their blood run over the wasteland they created.”

“Anything for you.” The longer they stayed connected the more his black soul merged with the Light mage’s. He smiled, feeling his darkness seep into the beautiful scholar. It was only fair that a little light was flowing into him. What an unstoppable force they were going to be!

“Destroy him, Story. Make him pay for doing this to us.” Rae kissed him, shoving his tongue into Story’s oddly cool mouth, playing and teasing, giving everything and hinting at more to come.

“A slow, painful death. I’ll make him experience Hell before bleeding him dry. His heart will give its last beat in your hands, I promise.” Gods, he was ready to burst again! What was his mage doing to him?

“And when they’re all dead, when we’re free,” Rae leaned closer, licking Story’s bottom lip. “Stay with me?”

Story smiled, rolling on top of him. Rae had no idea the power he had control of when he looked at him with those enchanting eyes. “Everything you desire is yours to have.”

He watched as ecstasy washed over Rae. The user of Light magic threw his head back, moving with him, begging him for what he could give alone. Story soaked up the pure bright energy inside him, flooding him with his own dark aura. Rae seemed to thrive on the power, giving Story more reason to think that they belonged together. Under his guidance Rae would become great. A necro-turn; a being of Light that fell willingly.

Story drew out their activity for hours, cherishing every touch and word. In the morning everything would be different. Come morning they would be on their way to taking back their lives.

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