"Loving Djinni"
Part 4
by Osiris Brackhaus & Beryll

 

- David -

When I saw my Djinni sitting on the couch, smiling guiltily across the stump of his bitten-off spoon, I knew I was in love.
Terribly in love.
That kind of love that turns men into heroes. Or fools.
Which, basically, is one and the same.

I knew what I wanted, and I knew I wanted it now.
And, most magnificently, I knew without a doubt that it was not just about sex. It was, and a good part of it, but not only.
I knew I would love him even without sharing our bodies. Love him in a way that I would never get tired of him, of his smile, even as we aged along together with the years.

Though he probably wouldn't age at all.
Lucky me, I thought, completely ignoring the fact that I would age anyway.
And that I had no idea if he would stay any day longer then until my third wish. But then - what the fuck.

I had two wishes left, and so I had no reason at all not to make one of them for completely and utter selfish reasons.

So I said, feeling very stupid but very happy:

"Orlando, I have decided what my second wish is going to be."

He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and fear, as if he expected I would wish for something completely out-of-the-world. Or something exceedingly boring.

"I would like to spend the night with you."

He didn't look surprised. Not at all.
Gods, I thought, I love him so much. so much to waste one of my wishes on him and not even feeling remotely guilty.

"This night?", my Djinni asked coolly, professionally.

Oh. So he's doing the 'I'm talking business-now'-thing again.

"Yes, this night. If you want to."

"Your wish be granted, Master.", he said, leaving his place on my couch and walked over to me, deliberately, and so fucking beautiful I could have dissolved into a mere puddle of admiration on the spot if he had not taken me into his arms, gently kissing my neck, whispering into my ear:

"And where would you like us to begin, Master?"

----

- Orlando -

It was the wish I had tried to coax him into making for almost since we had met. The wish that I had known he would make. That I had really looked forward to. So why was my heart now breaking? Why did it feel like an invisible force had me in it's grip and was crushing me. I had been about to give this to him for free. Why was I now fighting it with every bit of will I possessed? When I KNEW there was no way to deny a master a wish.

As one of them had told me, grinning from ear to ear: 'Wish is wish, djinni. Come to bed!"

And even while I was thinking these thoughts my feet carried me over to him to meld against him, run my hands over his warm body, nibble his ear, make him quake and squirm at my touch.

This was what hurt so much. Not to be able to make a choice, to be at his command in any way he wished it. To be bend to his will completely.

What I had longed for only a minute ago had turned foul and painful. Still there was no escape. Best to bury my heart and make the best of it. At least make it good for him. It wasn't his fault after all. I had led him into this. And there is no way to resist me for a long time. If only he could have waited a moment longer. But no use crying now...

His body pressed against mine, inflamed with passion in seconds. I felt his need reverberate through me like a storm, his breath quickening, his mouth seeking mine, devouring and conquering. His hands over the naked skin of my chest, shaky, almost like he was looking for something, anything to hold on to.

I tightened my embrace and at the same time let myself sink into his arms, let him take what he desired from me. My skin warming to his touch, my heart beating faster I felt my body react to his passion but my thoughts stayed cold, calculating, keeping a careful eye on how to give him the most pleasure.

He wasn't shy to express what he wanted, his hands finding their way into my pantaloons and my cock hardening in response to his wishes. He gasped into my mouth when his hand found it and took hold of me.

"Touch me." he whispered and I obeyed instantly, tugging his shirt from his jeans, finding a way under it and caressing his back while he continued to stroke me, obviously enjoying the way I reacted to him, moaning and whimpering in his grasp, my body radiating it's need just as loudly as did his. All he had wished it would be.

"Yes..." he hissed when I let my hands creep into his jeans to find his erection. Feeling cold, detached inside I noticed, that his own cock was just I had thought it would be - sleek and graceful, slightly curved and hot against the palm of my hand.

Gently disentangling his hand from my cock I stripped off the pantaloons and sank to my knees in front of him, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. Still no underwear I noticed with a strange kind of sad amusement, as his cock sprung free of his restraint.

Softly I rubbed my cheek against his hot erection and then looked up at him from that position. He was staring at me, eyes wide and clouded with need. His fingers were trembling when he touched my lips, feathery light, so loving, so painfully sweet. He loved me. He really did. He must never know how much this hurt me.

Not to give him any chance to see the pain in my eyes I took hold of his cock and slowly took him in my mouth, concentrating on the task, closing my traitorous eyes.

The sound he made was more a yelp than anything else. Almost disbelieving. I ran my tongue over him and took him in deeper. With the satisfaction of a professional who does a job well I noticed his fingers clenching in my hair, his hips thrusting involuntary. He tried to keep still. Tried so very hard, but when I swallowed him all the way he groaned and tried to push even further.

I worked him with all the skill I had accumulated over the centuries till he was reduced to a creatures of pure passion and need.

Only when I felt his balls drawing tighter, his orgasm approaching did I pull away.

"No..." his voice was shaky with desire but I did not allow him to pull me close again.

Instead I smiled up at him, all seedy and tempting. "But you don't want to finish like that, do you, master?" I said and watched his eyes light up with even more fire.

----

- David -

Oh Gods, this was - indescribable.

As soon as I had voiced my wish, he had been in my arms, melting against me, so sleek, so lovely.
Smelling slightly of rosewood, he managed to arouse me with mere touches more than any man before. My whole body felt as if it were on fire; hot, tingling, perfect.

I let my hands glide over his impeccable body, feel his flawless skin, explore what I had only been looking at for such a long time now. Almost two days I had been thinking of this moment, and it had felt like eternity to me.
He was so perfect; and my whole being was filled with the desire to make him scream in pleasure, to make him feel as perfect and loved as he made me feel myself.

I would never be able to be a suitable lover for him, not as a mere mortal, but if I got this one night, I would try to make it perfect for both of us, and that would be enough to make me happy.

I let my hands glide from his stomach down into his pantaloons, searching for his dick, touching what until now I had only been staring at under the shower. I felt him moan soundlessly when my hand closed around him, felt him grow as soon as I started to caress him. I was so excited, so full of passion, I could have screamed in delight, could have jumped him right on the spot just to satisfy the needs my body ached for since I first saw his eyes emerge from the dusty darkness of that tomb.

But this was supposed to be our perfect night, and I would not rush.

With a sleek motion, he dropped his trousers, still holding me in his arms, now beginning to caress my crotch in return.
Oh fucking Gods!
Never before the mere touch of a man had turned me on like this. It was as if my whole world contracted in the one spot where I felt his hand on the fabric of my jeans, all my being concentrated on this one spot of attention he gave me. So this was what people were referring to as 'being reduced to a mere creature of sensuality'. If the building would have been bombed that very moment, I surely wouldn't have noticed.

I hardly realised that Orlando opened my trousers, only felt my dick spring out of his confines like jack-in-the-box, my lover's gentle touch now caressing my bare skin. This was so... HOT.

He touched me, caressed me, kissed me gently, and for all matters, the world could have stopped to exist except for the two of us.
I knew what he was about to do when he went down on his knees, softly caressing me with his tongue, but still, when his lips closed around my member, I could not suppress a gasp. Holding his head in both of my hands, I felt him kiss me, lick me, take me with his mouth, and I was swallowed in more than one sense.
I had intended to be the one to give him pleasure, not to be the one to receive, but, boy, he was so... GOOD. Even if this was not exactly what I had had in mind when I spend my wish on this, I could not muster any strength to stop him. Couldn't think of any other man who would have.
Couldn't think of any other man besides my Orlando anyway.

So when he suddenly withdrew, leaving me gasping for air, so close to orgasm that my whole body screamed as if beaten when he stopped, it took me a while to gather my senses.

My beautiful Djinni was still kneeling in front of me, smiling seductively, his lips brightest crimson, saying:
"But you don't want to finish like that, Master?"

What? Finish? Of course!
Now. Never. Always.
I don't know. What did he ask me?

Whatever he had asked, the sight of this immaculate boy, naked at my feet deserved only one answer:

"Come on, let's move over to the bed..."

Gracefully, he stood up, but not without seizing the opportunity to brush first his shoulder, then his arms, his hip along my almost painfully erected dick, making me shiver in anticipation.

"As you wish, Master", he replied as he took my hand, leading me towards my bedroom, and this time I did not mind his words making me furious. I just let my instincts take over, taking him by his shoulders, turning him around, kissing him with all passion.
He was so perfect, so lovely. I could devour him on spot.
Actually - why did we have to wait until the bedroom?

So I let myself sink onto the soft carpet, pulling him with me, covering his hand, his arm, his chest with kisses. Has ever any human being tasted so sweet to me?
Holding my lover's body tightly, I kissed him, revelling in the sensation of our bodies so close together. Rolling on the floor as one, I forgot about my surroundings, my world consisting only of my lover and his ravishingly beautiful body.

When I suddenly felt my throbbing dick pressing against his entrance, I had no idea how it had lastly got there. But I couldn't have minded less. Orlando was underneath me, his slender body pressing against mine, arching up slightly. And then he relaxed, suddenly moving towards me, and I felt him open. Slowly, gently I entered him, my deep moan echoing his, both our bodies rigid in utter pleasure.
As smooth and slender and perfect as he was outside, he felt within, and I hardly could believe that I was allowed to love a creature as unearthly as him.

So I began to move, deliberately, slowly, to take in all of this, not to miss a single second of this night.
This was to be our perfect night, and I would make sure it was perfect for both of us.

Taking up pace, I once again felt passion rise in me like a flood, it's waves breaking on the dams of my reason. How long these dams would hold before I would be washed away, I could not say, and I did not mind. I felt myself within his body, and my passionate thrusts made his body heave each time anew. Wildly, my movements were now, passionate and unrestrained, and I felt like screaming of joy, of lust.
I wanted to see it in my lover's eyes, to see the same passion mirrored in these perfect brown orbs that had to be shining in mine.

But he had turned his had to the side, looking away from me, probably as he was reduced to mere feelings as I had been when he sucked me in the kitchen. So I turned around his head with my free hand, kissing him, whispering sweet nonsense in his ears, looking into his eyes...
But he had his eyes closed.

Slowly, my passion receded, flowing out of me as water out of a bathtub that's plug had been pulled.

"Orli?", I asked, my breath heavy and ragged, yet my voice full of concern. "Everything alright?"

"It's perfect, Master..", he whispered, kissing the hand that still held his head. "Go on, please don't stop, go on..."

But he still didn't open his eyes.

"Orli", I said, worry now replacing all the lust that had filled me only seconds ago. "Why don't you look at me?"

And then he opened his eyes, and my heart froze. For it was not love I saw there, not even passion or lust. It was pain that filled his eyes, deep emotional pain that threatened to choke me the very moment I realised that he had given himself to me not out of love, but out of duty, in obeisance to a curse he could not fight.

"All Gods, Orli", I whispered under my breath. "What have I done? And I thought you would like it....."

----

- Orlando -

For the first time in many, many centuries I felt the desperation at the curse that rules my life overtake me. Tears I had not even shed when that spell had been put on me started to rise to my eyes and there was nothing I could do to prevent them from spilling. Although I was hurting Davie even further with this display of helpless pain.

I had wanted him to believe it was okay. Had wanted him to believe he was doing the right thing. He had spend his wish on me. For me, even and I did not want to ruin that for him.

But what was I supposed to do when he asked me to look at him. There just was no escaping him then. No matter what I did, he would have realised something was wrong. So I just looked at him, at his beautifully flushed face, all hot with desire and despaired.

I was almost grateful, when my sight began to swim so I could not see my own pain reflected in his eyes anymore.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, closing my own eyes in shame. "I'm so sorry. You should not have seen..."

He pulled away from me, as if my skin was suddenly burning him and I curled put, hiding my tears behind my arms. Now I had hurt him even further. How could I do this to him. He had been so kind. How could I hurt him...

Additional pain blossomed in my arms, as the normally dull pain of the bracers flared and rose to a burning, searing level. Like tendrils of purple pain reaching from my forearms up to my shoulder and then lancing through my whole body. I gasped in shock, trying to cradle my arms against me but that didn't help. I knew why it was happening, punishment for a wish not fulfilled. Punishment for disobedience.

It was meant to make me obey. Meant to force me into submission. But what was I supposed to do now, that he had seen my pain. He would never let me close to him again. He would not allow me to fulfil his wish.

I whimpered in hopeless fear and pain. There was nothing I could do.

"Orli..?" His voice found a way through my agony, as he was my master and I had to listen, whether I felt I could or not.

I knew he was touching me, was drawing me to him, but I could not feel it through the pain.

"Orli, what...?"

"I'm sorry," I whimpered again, "I ruined your wish, I'm so sorry..."

"Orli, no!" there was so much shock, so much hurt in his voice and he drew me against him so tight I could almost feel it. "It's all my fault. I thought you wanted this too. I never wanted to force you..."

"But I have not fulfilled your wish..." I almost wailed it, so deep was the pain. Not just from the cursed bracers but also for failing him like this.

For several heartbeats he was completely silent. Then his voice broke through the haze of pain again. "That's not true." he stated amazingly calmly. "I wished for this night with you. That does not necessarily include sex, does it?"

"But that's what you meant!"

"Yeah, true." he answered with a low chuckle. "But since when have you ever listened to what your masters meant when they phrased it wrong?"

And with that simple sentence the horrible pain subsided into the dull ache it normally was. A shudder ran through my whole body, as the tension flowed out of me and finally I could feel him holding me. To think that I had forced myself into this because - my heart missed several beats, when the truth made itself known to me - because I loved him.

Slowly I opened my eyes and looked up at him. There was so much sadness in his eyes. He was sorry. Really, really sorry for having wished this. But he should not be. I did not want him to hurt. Still he managed a weak smile and then tried to disentangle from me, as if scared he was trespassing on my 'personal space'. I held on to him.

"I am still sorry." I said. "I was trying so hard to give you what you wanted."

Anger sparked in his eyes. "But that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted a night TOGETHER with you. I wanted to love you and be loved by you. I wanted this to be perfect for both of us, not to use you."

And I knew it was true. I should have known from the start but routine had taken over to quickly, old hurt had covered new feelings and I had not been able to distinguish between what I felt for masters in general and what I felt for Davie. Seems even a Djinni can not always be in perfect control.

"I thought you wanted this too." he whispered again, so sad, in so much pain.

"But I did." I answered, just as quietly, drawing him closer, relishing in the uncertain spark of hope in his eyes. "I just got it all wrong."

And then I kissed him, softly, lovingly, taking his mouth as I had before allowed him to do with mine. For a brief moment there was struggle, as he was not sure if I now really wanted this, but I did not allow him a chance to fight. There are a million ways to make a man loose his head in passion and I knew at least half of them so soon he was so dizzy with my kisses, I could just whisk both of us onto his giant bed without him even noticing. Only then did I allow him to catch his breath.

He looked at me with a mix of distrust and wonder. "You really want to... you're sure, you...?"

I silenced him with a finger covering his lips as I had done in the restaurant and he shivered under my touch.

"Yes."

And I watched the pain in his eyes subside as well.

Good point for a little something different to ease his tension...

Looking around his bedroom I asked: "Say... would you mind if I redecorated a bit?"

He stared at me in utter confusion. "What...? Erh... no?"

So I made a little wish and then gazed about again until in the end my eyes came to rest on my master.

"Much better." I announced. "Now that's a place to seduce a beautiful barbarian prince!"

----

- David -

Completely flabbergasted by the change of my bedroom, I looked around, hardly being able to process so many new informations at once. Especially not with a beautiful, completely naked Djinni sitting on my lap.

Draped above my bed almost like an Arabian tent, incredible amounts of cream-coloured fabric cascaded down to form soft white pools on the ground around the corners of my bed. Deep-red tassels with golden embroidery held back the curtains to reveal the fire basins that had magically appeared in the corners of my bedroom.
The fragrant scent of incense clung to the air, and in the breathing light of the flames, the golden bedposts that held the canopy glimmered with the carnelian sparkle of rubies.

Fake rubies, I hoped silently. Fake rubies on fake golden bedposts. But why should he...

Then, as the realisation hit me like a hammer, I sat up, stammering:

"G-Gods, Orli, that's real fire!"

Looking at me with polite non-comprehension, slightly cocking his beautiful head, my lover said:

"Yes. And?"

"I've got a sprinkler system in my rooms, you've got to turn it off before -"

But he merely put a gentle finger on my lips, softly replying:

"I've turned them off."

"You - You'll fry both of us, I mean, this is - "

But my arguments were cut short by his kiss, pressing me down onto my bed again, pressing my back into the fluffy furs that -

I blinked in consternation. Fur? Turning around my head so far as the kissing Djinni on top of me allowed, I looked closer, and saw my whole bed covered with pale white furs, gleaming preciously in the low light of the fire.

"Davie...", Orlando said in a voice that reminded clearly of his presence. "They won't sprout teeth and claws ever again, so don't you worry. But I will, if ever again you pay more attention to interior decoration than to me."

Blushing despite myself, I turned back to my lover, and his face seemed even more perfect in the glimmering light of my new bedroom than ever before. And yes, it was not out-of-reach that he would turn into a ferocious monster if ever I neglected him.
So I grinned, and ran down my nails along his chest, feeling his soft skin, his subtle muscles, intoxicated by the beauty of my very own Djinni.

Already I could hardly remember that it has been him who just moments ago lay in my arms, crying of agony. How could ANYBODY be so cruel to put such a spell on any sentient being? And it's not as if he was evil and had to be brought under control.
He was just a naughty little spirit. Well, quite a powerful naughty spirit. Whatever.

He was mine now, and right now whatever he did was just perfect with me. Especially if it was naughty.

And the way he was spreading my legs was quite... promising.

----

- Orlando -

I watched his eyes catch fire anew as I ran my hands gently over his inner thighs. At first I was not entirely sure if this was okay with him - me taking my pleasure in loving him - but the way he writhed underneath me, making small sounds of longing, drawing me closer while never closing his eyes, always keeping his gaze locked with mine to make sure I was really happy this time - all that allowed no room for doubt in my heart, so I just embraced him, lowering my body over his, to let him feel how much I desired him.

He gasped softly when my hard cock came into contact with his. His hands clenched where they lay on my shoulder, his nails digging into skin, making me quiver with anticipation.

It had taken me only a few heartbeats to arouse him again and this time I felt swept away by the overpowering passion of my body as well.

"Are you sure this is what you wished for?" I whispered into his hear, my nose buried in his fragrant hair. "For I am not sure I can stop if I go any further."

He drew me even tighter, pressing the whole length of his body against mine. "Yes." he answered. "Love me. Any way you want."

How could anybody decline such an invitation from such a delicious boy? I certainly could not.

I kissed him again, this time trailing down his throat, nibbling the sensitive skin there, while my hands wandered his body, one of them quickly finding it's way to his entrance. Might be that I was just able to relax at will but he would need a little more preparation.

His sounds grew more and more needy as I stroked him inside and out, till he really was reduced to a whimpering bundle of passion, thrusting helplessly against me, begging for more in every move, every sound. He looked so utterly sexy and fuckable that I just sat back on my heels to enjoy the incredible picture he presented, but he wouldn't have it, trying to draw me close again.

"Will you go ahead!" he complained, voice husky and burning.

I couldn't suppress a smirk. "But we got all night, master." I said. "Why hurry things?"

He didn't even deign to answer, instead he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back down, against him, manoeuvring my body so skilfully, that my painfully hard cock pressed against his entrance. And before I knew what he was doing or could move to prevent it, he impaled himself on me, forcing a howl of pleasure from me.

----

- David -

I've had my share of good sex in my life already, and of bad just as well. But this, as extraordinarily promising as it had begun, was just... magic.

I felt mesmerised by his eyes, by the incredible depth of them I had never before seen in any other man I shared my bed with. The way he took my body, the way he enjoyed himself just as much as he enjoyed making me squirm with delight made my skin tingle as if kissed by millions of tiny sparks; the fur rubbing underneath my back and my lover's heavenly beautiful face blazing with fierce passion made all of this so hard to believe, so incredibly perfect as I would never have dared to wish for.

My whole body felt like having dissolved into some undefined liquid, the sensations my lover's movements evoked in me apparently not bound to the confines of my body any longer. Reduced to a pair of eyes in a cloud of passionate submission, I tried to absorb every detail of this moment, tried to memorise every single pearl of sweat that appeared on Orlando's brow, tried to SEE him, SMELL him, TASTE him.
And in feeling his lust, feeling his desire, my own passions flared all the more, filling me, consuming me like silent fire, leaving nothing but my blazing love.

I hardly remember any details in proper order, like so many pictures overlapping each other, but one thing shines out clearly; one of those memories you'll never forget in your life:
The face of Orlando above me, his skin shining with sweat, twisting from passion to almost agonised bliss as he felt his body approaching the peak - and my whole body answering in kind. Two men writhing in passion as one, two minds so close to each other they seemed inseparable even to their respective bodies.

This time, I saw the fireworks.

Breathing heavily, still befuddled with bliss, I slowly re-emerged from wherever to my poor mind had been blown. And what a lovely sight I returned to.

Still panting, my Djinni lay next to me with his face buried in the furs, his body glistening, lovely, perfect.

I turned around, supporting me on my elbow and gently started to caress his gleaming skin.

"Thank you", I tried to say, but what came out of my mouth resembled more a hoarse cough than anything else. Gods, I thought, I must have been screaming my lungs out. And judging by the marks on my lover's back, I also buried my claws quite deeply. Poor him.

So I leaned over and kissed the red marks on his shoulders, silently thanking the gods that I had no real neighbours to my loft, as they would surely have called the police.
'Must have sounded like a man being stabbed, I mused.

Slowly, my Djinni turned his head around, and whispered: "Oh, Davie..."

Make that two men being stabbed. He didn't sound any better than me.

"Hey, beauty", I whispered in his ear, kissing this neck, and somewhere in a dark corner of my mind, I made a silent note that if I were to die right now, I would count my life fulfilled, for I had been able to spend it with him.
I was a very happy man.

----

- Orlando -

I let him trail soft kisses down my back but the only response I could force myself to make for quite a while where small mewing sounds. I felt like my whole body was glowing with a deep satisfaction, expanded somehow and a bit unreal. Which is a very big word for a Djinni.

"Feeling better now?" my cute, desirable prince whispered when he got back to my ear.

I rolled over onto my back and drew him into my arms, where he fit like he had been made for that place. "Yes." I answered. "For a mortal that was really good."

He grinned up at me. "Are you sure you are really a Djinni?" he asked. "And not some kind of Incubus?"

Incubus? Where had I heard that word? Oh, right. Christian demon connected to exceptionally good sex. "No," I said, "I'm a bit it older than that."

He eyed me with mocking distrust. "But you are an evil little spirit...?"

"Well, actually a pretty big, not very evil spirit."

"But you do play tricks on your masters and try to interpret their wishes so they will get in trouble?"

"Only if I don't like them."

"Sounds like a demon to me..."

I considered his words and the technical definition of 'demon' again. "Well, maybe you are right. Technically you might call me a minor demon."

"Aha!" he exclaimed and then happily giggled against my chest. "My very own demon." he murmured against my skin. "I think, I like that. And I don't think you are evil either. Just very naughty."

Now I was my turn to grin. "I suppose that would make you a demon too, then..."

He playfully hit me. "But I don't go around cursing people!"

"I think 'Karl' deserved it."

Ooops. I watched his eyebrows climb towards his hairline. Hadn't I already told him about this?

----

- David -

"Karl?"

Whatever this sneaky little demon I called my lover nowadays had done to him, he surely deserved it.
Well, no. He didn't.
Call me weak, but I'm too good-natured a person not to feel queasy with someone suffering because of me. Or what he had done to me.

"What did you do to him, for heaven's sake?"

"Just a little curse, nothing great..."

"Orli..."

"Just made him impotent."

That WAS cruel. Especially for Karl.
I couldn't deny that it had something of poetic justice in it, yet THIS was too hard on him. And I just didn't want to imagine what he would do to himself as soon as he discovered. Or to the poor guy he discovered it with.

"I hope it's not permanent."

"Well, it is until I lift the curse."

"No, please, Orli, you can't keep him like that."

"Why not? He hurt you, and he can't make that undone, either."

Hmm. He had a point there. But all this didn't matter so much anymore. I was in love again, happily, more than I had ever thought possible.
Okay, I was in love with an ancient demon, but hey, it's the new millennium!

"But you already have undone whatever hurt I have experienced in this regard. And as I consider myself to be the good guy in this story, I do not WANT him to suffer. Especially not in this way."

"Why not? The look in his face was priceless when he discovered that - "

"You WATCHED?"

Turning around with the most innocent look on his face I had ever seen on a demon Orli turned around at me, saying:

"Well, of course! What's the point in cursing someone when you do not watch how he suffers?"

This boy just does me.

"You truly are an evil spirit. Can't you at least put a condition to the curse that it'll be lifted once he has learned his lesson?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to", he replied coolly, still smirking at me, looking like a cat that just emptied a whole month stock of cream into it's belly.

"Orli!", I all but yelled in exasperation, but he just let himself drop back onto the furs, answering with a grin that now was truly demonic:

"Wish for it."

I just grabbed for a pillow and started to pound him mercilessly.

"You - little - monster! Evil - sneaky - little - demon!"

He yelped and giggled and tried to shelter his head from my blows with his raised arms. But he didn't poof away as he had done last time.

After a while, my amused anger subsided, and I acquainted myself with the idea that maybe Karl would have to live with his new condition a bit longer. So I dropped back onto the furs as well, snuggling my head on Orlando's belly.

"Oh my gods, I love you so...", I said, less thinking than just expressing what my heart felt right now.

He merely smiled at me again, tousling my hair, and I couldn't have wished for anything better on earth.
So I lay there, musing about the image of my little Djinni in his lamp, a tiny figure walking around in circles, doing djinni-things with miniature furniture.
Maybe I shouldn't compare this to 'I dream of Jeannie'. This was real life, after all.

"Tell me, Orlando, what actually happens when you go back into your lamp?"

----

- Orlando -

Oh, that was just him! Coming up with one of the few things I really did NOT want to think about right now! But to my surprise I realised that I did not really mind. It was just to lie here with him in my arms, talking like lovers with all the time in the world.

"Are you like that misty stuff your legs look like when you come out of the lamp?" he continued asking.

Wish I was. Haha. What a weak pun.

"No, I'm just in there."

"What do you mean 'just in there'?"

"I shrink enough so I can just fit into it." I explained. "It's a very ugly little lamp, you know." I continued, glad to be able to complain to somebody after all that time. "Dusty, grimy, low ceiling, much to small, very boring..."

"I get the picture." he stopped me. "That really is mean!"

"Yeah." I agreed. "I hate the thing with a passion. I had one master who actually filled the thing with oil and used it as a lamp. That was no fun, swimming in oil for a couple of years."

He looked like he wanted to say something funny for a moment, but then he just patted my stomach comfortingly.

Absentmindedly I let his hair trail through my fingers while I thought back on all the times I had been stuck in the damned thing. But soon my attention was drawn back to Davie, who yawned deeply and snuggled even closer to me, his eyes drifting shut.

I should have felt insulted. I mean, am I that uninspiring nowadays that people fall asleep on my belly? But instead I felt honoured for his trust in me.

"Hey, little barbarian," I tugged on his hair softly. "Ready for the second course?"

He looked at me sleepily. "What?" he grumbled, already half asleep.

"You wished for a whole night, remember?"

"Since when do you adhere so closely to my words?"

I smiled down at him, feeling like cuddling him but not like sex either.

"Can't I split my wish?" he asked hopefully. "One half night now, one later?"

That really was the kind of idea you never let a master get away with. He must have seen me frown, because his eyes turned all pleading and he tried to look so cute it hurt my teeth.

"Tell you what, we'll make a deal." I suggested. "I split your night and you clean my lamp."

He yawned again but nodded happily. "Sure, no problem."

I tried to move him from my stomach then, but he growled and looked at me accusingly.

"I thought you wanted to sleep...?" I asked a bit confused.

"Yes, but can't I do that with you?" he asked.

I had to smile again. "You realise, that I don't sleep?" I asked gently.

"Oh." He looked just sooo adorable when he was confused.

"But you can fall asleep in my lap, if you want to..." I offered. And obviously he did want. He curled up against me and I drew one of the furs over him, so he wouldn't get cold. Then I snapped out the fire basins and listened to his even breathing, feeling utterly content.

 

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