Strange Attractions (fant)
by J_Alexander
Kit was one of the only true wizards living in Albuquerque. Artists were there, sure, and others who might be considered to have peculiar talents, but Kit was one of the true practitioners. He lived in an average sized one story house on the outskirts of town, and when he wasn’t working, he liked to go into the mountains, researching the strange lights which sometimes appeared there.
Sometimes they were falling debris from space, satellites and meteorites and such. Sometimes they were electromagnetic in origin, like an aurora. But sometimes they weren’t.
One of his many candles guttered, and the flame turned blue. A man’s voice suddenly emanated from its wick.
“Hey Kit, you there?”
Kit looked at the candle, grumbled, and pointed a finger at it. The flame went out, snuffed by a puff of air, with a wisp of smoke curling up. There was a pause, then the candle on the table turned blue.
“Come on, Kit, you can’t stay in there forever. Look, I get it. I’ve been dumped before too-”
With another frown, the candle on the table whiffed into darkness. The one on the mantelpiece changed colors soon after.
“Stop that! It’s just childish.”
“Yeah, but it’s funny.” Kit finally said, getting off the couch to face the candle standing up. He wore a loose, white linen shirt with a plunging open neck. It was tucked neatly into tight, green leather pants, which were covered with Celtic patterns and swirls. They in turn, were tucked into modern army surplus combat boots.
“So she left you. There will be others. Let’s go celebrate your bachelor-ness and get really drunk.”
Kit raised an eyebrow, and was about to speak, when the candle added, “Also, I have some work you could help me with.”
Kit blinked. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Kit was sitting when he arrived. Liam was shorter than Kit, and had long black hair that hung around his face (and also had a small braid tied down the back), as opposed to Kit’s shock of short blonde hair. Liam wore a blue vest over a similar linen shirt, with jeans.
They blended right in with the hippies at the bar.
“Two.” He muttered to the bartender, who knew them well. He passed them the beers and moved down the bar so they could talk without interruption.
“What kind of work?” Kit asked.
“Whoa, calm down man, we just got here.”
“I need a job, something to…take my mind off my…mind?” Kit finished lamely.
Liam smirked. “Aw man, it was that bad?”
Kit didn’t answer, so Liam kept going.
“Okay well, I’m investigating a rather strange trend. Some people in town have been disappearing. These guys, they vanish with no warning, then…poof.”
He snapped his fingers. “Couple days later they reappear, like nothing happened.”
Kit frowned. “That’s not so strange. They could be travelling, or having…affairs or something.”
Liam shook his head. “There’s too many, and that’s not even the weird part. When they come back, they’re…changed. Every one of them, well, it sounds stupid…”
“What?”
“They’re turning from straight to gay.” Liam whispered, then biting his lip as if afraid of what Kit would say.
“So a couple of guys skip town, find themselves and come back and come out. What makes it our business?”
“One guy, Mike, his wife contacted me after his disappearance. She took him to see Cheryl.”
Kit nodded. Cheryl was a small-time psychic who was actually psychic. She consulted with them from time to time.
“Cheryl said there was evidence of magical tampering in his mind. Like someone had done something to him. But she’d never seen it before.”
Kit fell into a familiar scowl, and Liam fell silent. They both nursed their drinks for a time.
“You got anything?” Liam finally asked.
“No. I’ll ask around. Hey…thanks.”
“No problem.”
Kit went to see Cheryl the next day.
“I remember it was real weird.” She said. “He read like he’d been born loving cock, but there was something buried beneath it. And it felt, like cold, you know, like I’d put my hand in an ice bucket or somethin’.”
Kit raised an eyebrow. “Then it definitely wasn’t human, whatever it was. Human magic leaves a warm signature. Thanks, this has been helpful.”
“Let me get you a pie, honey.” Cheryl nodded.
“I’m fine.” He protested.
“No you’re not, dear. Don’t lie to a psychic.” She gave him an arch look. “Besides, you’ll need some pie if you’re chasing spirits.”
Kit first made some candle-calls to his mentor, but his specialty was weather, so he couldn’t help. Kit sighed before making the next whisper, then touched his finger to the candle. The flame turned green, his color.
“Margrave, you there?”
“Kit!” answered a high male voice. “So glad you called, I haven’t heard from you in ages! How’s the girl, Samantha I think her name is? How’s the sex?”
Kit groaned. “You know, normal people don’t really ask about sex in polite conversation.”
“We’re not normal, you lunk. Besides, we’re close. What’s up?”
“I’m working a case, and-”
“You’re always working, Kit. You need to relax…and get laid. You know, I know a spell that can make you feel like-”
“Stop there, thanks.” Kit interrupted him, his breath guttering the candle’s flame. “I need your advice.”
“Shoot.”
“There’s some kind of entity here, not human, that may be kidnapping straight men and turning them gay. Know what it might be?”
Margrave laughed. “Well, it’s not your typical sex spirit. You said it’s focused on males? The gay aspect is interesting, not many spirits do that…maybe Minoan, or Greek they tended to be more lax about guys getting it on…definitely not an incubus…”
“Look, my candle is burning down, can I just get you here?”
It was always polite to ask before casting a spell on another wizard.
“Sure.”
Kit reached up, pinched the green flame between his fingers. It didn’t go out. Instead, he pulled on it like pulling a piece out of a Jenga tower, and out of the flame grew a full figure, until Kit was holding Margrave by the back of his collar.
Delicate smoke curls rose from Margrave’s outfit. Margrave wore purple (an unusual color for wizards – indicating the study of sexuality). Margrave had short, spiked brown hair and mischievous blue eyes. He wore a purple vest similar to Liam’s, but no shirt underneath it, leaving it open to reveal his muscular torso, and emphasizing his large arm muscles nicely. He too wore leather pants, although his were black, and had no symbols.
“You still dress like a hippie.” Margrave smirked.
Kit dropped the dirty little wizard. “You still dress like a slut.”
Margrave spread his arms. “I follow my passions.”
“I know.”
“Come on, we were roommates, it’s not like it’s my fault you didn’t know what a magic hat on the door handle means. Let it go.”
“The trauma!” Kit mocked him.
“Yeah, you know you just wanted a look at my tight ass.” Margrave slapped his leather-clad butt.
“You never missed a chance to show it off.” Kit shot back. “But back to business.”
Margrave’s smile fell. “The kind of change you’re describing is a serious working. Spirits don’t usually have that kind of power over people. I think you might be looking for a sorcerer after all, one who is summoning some very powerful shit.”
“How powerful?”
“Remember Katrina?”
Kit’s eyes widened, and he sat down weakly. Even he and his mentor combined hadn’t been able to stop the hurricane.
“We’ve got to stop this guy, whoever he is. This kind of power is dangerous, not to mention unethical.”
“Okay, well a summoning ritual that large would need a pretty big focus, and would have significant energy release, so it’s probably not in the city…”
Kit had a sinking feeling somewhere in his stomach. “I think I know where they’ll be.”
Kit, Liam, and Margrave were soon hiking into the Sandia mountains, east of the city. Kit was berating himself for not recognizing a large summoning sooner.
“I’ve been seeing strange lights out here for weeks! I just thought they were ley line energies dispersing into the atmosphere, or wisps, or something like that.”
“Well we know now.” Liam said, “And we’re gonna stop whoever it is.”
“There!” Margrave pointed. “Right at the top!”
In the distance, they could see a human figure standing at the highest point of Sandia Crest. There were no trees or anything that could give them cover to approach.
“Looks like we’re going for the bold, bust-down-the-door entrance.” Kit announced, gathering his energies. “Hold on to me.”
“Ooh, sir, by me a drink first.”
“Shut up.”
Snickering.
Kit reached out one hand and pointed at the top of the ridge. He took a deep breath.
“This may twinge a bit.”
A bolt of lightning was drawn to his outstretched finger, and he grabbed hold of it deftly. Then he, and the two others holding his waist were jerked off their feet as the lightning pulled them over the space and deposited them on the taller peak.
Kit managed to land with some grace, having had more practice. They others staggered, but stayed more or less upright. A green scorch mark had blasted the sandstone where they landed, and a stunned wizard dressed in black regarded them.
He was the tall, dark and handsome sort, maybe thirty years old. Wore a black linen robe, open, with a full seven inch erection throbbing over two heavy balls. He seemed unconcerned by his nudity, in fact brash in his male power. He looked slightly drunk, and when the wind billowed his robe, he seemed slightly unsteady.
“I suppose you have come to stop me.” He said. “Well you can try, but you will fail.”
Before they could speak, a blast of wind tore at the trio. Kit saw it coming and crossed his arms in time, breaking the magical weather pattern around his body, but Margrave and Liam fell on their backs.
“What you’re doing is dangerous, and wrong.” Kit shouted.
“You cannot stop me with the power of the Morn on my side!” the dark wizard cackled. He looked completely insane. He reached out a hand, and purple light shot out, wrapping tendrils of energy around Liam. Small crackles of electricity sparked from the energy. Liam arched his back, his own blue magic swirling around his body in an effort to make a shield, but the purple magic sank through it, cutting through the barrier like cheese and sinking into Liam’s flesh. Liam seized up, and collapsed.
Margrave shouted. “Kit, he said Morn right? That’s bad, that’s very very bad. Norn would be fine, I could handle a Norse Fate right now, but Morn is bad. Aah!”
Liam, very much alive, had tackled Margrave, and was now sitting atop him, straddling him at the hips, and grinding his crotch against Margrave’s basket. Liam’s blue magic energy pinned Margrave down while Liam began to unlace Margrave’s leather pants.
“Shit, he’s possessed. Look, Morns feed on sexual energy, so whatever you do-oh GOD!”
Liam succeeded in freeing Margrave’s cock, and very eagerly took it into his mouth, taking as much of the shaft as he could into his hot, wet throat. Kit could see purple magic glowing inside Liam’s cheeks.
Enraged, Kit threw everything he had at the dark wizard: lightning, wind, rain, hail, frost, nothing seemed to work. The Dark Wizard swatted away his attacks like insects. Behind him, Margrave’s moaning became more intense as Liam’s tongue worked his stiffening organ.
Kit frowned, thinking fast. He had gotten them all into this, and if something bad happened to Liam, or Margrave…he had to act.
“Morn!” he shouted. “I would parley with you!”
A purple glow grew behind the Dark Wizard’s eyes. “What would you with me?”
Kit dipped his head respectfully. “This wizard has chained you. I would…unleash you.”
Behind him, Kit heard Margrave scream, but he could not tell if it was a warning, or in pleasure as Liam deep-throated him.
The Morn, through the wizard, smiled. “And in return?”
“You restore the men in town to their original state, as well as my friends. You did that work against your will.”
“Alas, it cannot be undone.” The Morn answered. “To do so would scar the mind beyond saving.”
“Well, no more then. And you will be free. Deal?”
The Morn nodded. “Deal. You know what must be done.”
Kit nodded, moving forward. The Morn let the black robe blow away in the wind, and came forward as well. Kit almost hesitated, but Margrave’s moans gave him strength to follow through.
They kissed. Kit did not hold back, letting the Morn’s tongue slide between his lips as he felt the wizard’s chest and back, felt his throbbing cock pressed against his own pants.
The Morn tore away the linen shirt like it was a spider web, then slid off Kit’s leather pants deftly. Taking Kit’s six inch soft manhood in one hand, the Morn knelt down and began licking Kit’s balls noisily. Quickly, his shaft began to rise to its full eight inches as the Morn’s tongue lapped at him ferociously.
Putting both hands on Kit’s waist, the Morn turned him around and pried apart his tight buttcheeks, suddenly lunging in without warning and plunging his tongue into Kit’s ass. Kit groaned at the sudden intrusion, finding himself surprisingly aroused beyond the Morn’s manipulations. His tongue felt so amazing, plunging into him, eagerly licking his tight hole.
Almost instinctively, Kit’s hand wandered to his taut erection and began to jerk it, clear precum slicking his rigid member.
“Fuck me.” He murmured, almost too quietly to hear.
But the Morn heard, and obeyed.
Standing, the dark wizard positioned his cock at Kit’s hole, and gently pressed in. Lubricated by spit, it was still a stretch for Kit’s virginal ass to take the wizard’s thick shaft. Kit had never engaged in sex with a man before, but he had been thoroughly informed (by Margrave) of the process, so he clenched his teeth and waited out the brief pain as the Morn thrust fully into him.
The head of the Morn’s cock brushed something inside him and Kit’s entire body shivered in pleasure. Taking it as a signal, the Morn began to increase to a rhythm of pumping the wizard’s staff in and out of Kit’s hole, entering and retreating, thrusting and withdrawing. He placed both hands on Kit’s waist and began to fuck him in earnest, while the pace of Kit’s jacking also increased.
The pleasure of having a cock up his ass, filling him up and giving him so many sensations was stunning to Kit. He wondered why he had never done it before. Low on his breath, he growled, “Yeah, fuck me!”
In front of him now, he could see Margrave crying out and convulsing as he obviously came in Liam’s throat. Purple energy glowed between his cheeks as Liam swallowed the wizard’s salty load, and began licking him clean.
Suddenly the dark wizard was hitting that sweet spot inside him, three times in succession, and Kit blasted off, his cock shooting several long ropes of cum onto the rocks in front of them. The dark wizard thrust a few more times and pulled out, jerking himself urgently.
That was when Kit sprung his trap. He knelt and closed his mouth over the wizard’s cock just as he came. Kit tasted bitter, salty fluid on his tongue before he swallowed it, and stood, saying, “With this exchange, I take you into me.”
The dark wizard’s face changed from pleasure to shock. Kit seized him and kissed him quickly, and when they parted, purple light glowed down Kit’s throat before it died out.
“By this I bind you to me, forevermore.”
The dark wizard collapsed. Suddenly, a psychic barrage launched against Kit’s mind as the Morn fought against him for control. He fell to his knees, clutching his head, but as he collapsed onto his back, he saw the clouds above them, and focused on them. He threw all the boring knowledge about clouds he could think of at the Morn, fighting back with his mind for supremacy.
He felt the pressure subside, and then a voice whispered. “Why? Why would you bind me to your soul?”
“So you could never be used against anyone again.” Kit answered mentally, closing his eyes.
“Who’s to say you’ll be any different from that wizard?” the Morn asked.
Kit hesitated. “I can’t. I guess I can’t really guarantee that I’ll be any better. But I’ll try. And I’ll never stop trying.”
He felt the Morn considering it. “You’re going to make a wonderful plaything.” It finally said.
“Just try it.” Kit smirked. “I can think of some more Cirrus facts if you’re interested.”
He felt what he supposed must be the Morn rolling its eyes (if it had them). Then, it finally said, “My name is Vesper, wizard, and hear me now: I will fight for control every chance I get. Every moment of your life from now on will be a seduction. And sooner or later, you will give in to temptation.”
“Bring it on.”
Kit opened his eyes.
To be continued?