"Loving Djinni"
Part 5
by Osiris Brackhaus & Beryll
- David -
Nervously, I paced the little space of my cell that was not occupied with the bed, pointlessly staring through the bars into the empty hallway.
Can Djinni grant wishes even if they are unable to hear them?
What the hell had happened that I got busted for a deal that I for once had been totally convinced was legal? Maybe the luck I had been receiving in the last days in such epic amounts was now running short. How could I have know that they were trying to sell me stolen stuff without ever having seen it? Our last deals had been completely legal.
We only met in this abandoned warehouse to conduct our transactions
unobserved by any tax officer. Nothing really illegal.
Damn! And I had already wasted my phone-call only to receive the automated
note that my friend, who was acting as my lawyer, was off, fishing somewhere
in the Amazon-delta and would call back as soon as he returned into areas
where his mobile would start working again.
Maybe I shouldn't have relied on someone with the professional attitude of
a five-year-old.
Fuck it!
And my Djinni was sitting at home, probably staring at the
TV again, completely oblivious of the misery I was in, and I had no way of
letting him know.
But what could he have done anyway?
I loathed the idea of wasting my last wish on this. I'd already
had my selfish wish, now it was time to wish for something all humanity would
benefit of.
Though I would have preferred if I could exclude some members of humanity
from that group. Police-officers ranking no 1 on that list right now. Closely
followed up by any kind of Arabian thugs.
And this morning had started so incredibly lovely!
When I woke up, I realised with wonderment that I was still lying on Orli's
lap, curled up like a baby, his face smiling and shining more brilliantly
than the sun ever could in my eyes.
"What are you doing here?", I had asked, sleepily.
"You wanted me to stay with you until you fell asleep..."
"But that's been hour's ago by now..."
He merely shrugged, smiling shyly, saying:
"Wasn't sure."
"You stayed here all night?"
He confirmed with the tiniest shrug, and my heart felt as if it would burst every moment from the love that blazed within like a nova.
"Oh Gods.... Orli. You're the sweetest thing on earth. I can't think of anyone ever having done something so sweet for me. Anything I could repay my debt?"
"Actually, yes. First you could get off my lap, for you've been lying there since almost eight hours, and secondly - what about breakfast?"
Laughing, I got off him, kissing him with all gentle passion.
And then I went over to the kitchen, wearing nothing but my wristwatch, and
started to make breakfast.
But that had been some hours ago, and now I was pacing the confines of my cell, hoping that ever I would be able to see my Djinni again.
I could have cried.
----
- Orlando -
I was not really sure why, but for some reason I felt nervous. Like something bad had happened and I had failed to notice. But what on earth could that be?
I tried to focus on the daily talk show, but I really couldn't think of anything holding less interest right now. Maybe some food? Food always calmed me.
A box of pizza appeared on the kitchen table, where Davie had put my lamp to clean it later. What a stupid place to leave it, I thought unhappily. What if anybody walked in and found it? They'd just have to rub a bit and I would have a new master. The old beard-face had even thought of preventing me from touching my own lamp, to put me even deeper into dependency with my respective owner. Would have to talk to Davie about this, once he got back.
I smirked when I remembered how he had tried to convince me that he was doing something completely legal. I still thought he was a thief. Just one with a very glib tongue.
After a few slices of pizza I felt better and was just about to relax, when there was a loud knock on the door, immediately followed by a rather noisy: "Police! Please open!"
Oha. So maybe the thief had been caught and that was why I had been feeling so uneasy the last hour...
I raked my hand through my hair thinking fast. It wouldn't do to let them inside. They might find the lamp. But it also wouldn't do to just let them disappear, better to try to get out of this with as little magic as possible.
Quickly changing my clothes to something more mundane I went over to the front door, put the chain on the doorlock and opened cautiously.
There were three NYPD officers looking like they had stepped from a TV show. Perfect mixture of grim and polite.
"Yes?" I asked, sounding all but friendly.
"Police." The front one announced as if I couldn't see that myself. "Would you please let us come inside?"
Hmm. If he had to ask it was highly unlikely he had a - what did they call it? - search warrant.
"No." I answered, still as icily.
The guy looked like I had hit him with a wet towel and I had to suppress a grin.
"It would be better for you, if you let us inside." the officer next to him tried.
What was that supposed to be? The worst version of good cop/bad cop I had ever seen since they invented that thing back in Mesopotamia?
"Are you threatening me?" I enquired politely.
They looked at each other out of options.
"You are not the owner of this apartment." the third one said.
"So?"
"The owner has been arrested."
Thank you for confirming that, I thought.
"So?" I asked again.
They were really not getting anywhere with me and were finally starting to notice it.
"We'll be back." the first one grumbled and they all turned to leave.
I closed the door quickly, worriedly looking at the lamp sitting threateningly on the table. I'd better think of something to get myself out of this fast or I might find myself the Djinni of a dumb police officer real soon.
----
- David -
When all of a sudden a police officer opened the door of my cell, I didn't know whether to feel relieved or uneasy. I decided for relieved, for at least now something would be happening.
"Sir?"
He called me Sir? Now what on Earth...
"Yes?"
"Mr. Wendham, I have to apologise profoundly for this whole affair, and I hope you'll accept it with the sincerest expression of regret of all our staff."
?!
The officer gestured me to leave my cell in the most polite way I have ever seen on a NY official, and I obeyed in befuddled irritation.
"Sir, we had unfortunately not been informed of your operation, and of course will ensure an appropriate prosecution of the officers involved."
Operation? Prosecution? What on earth was happening here?
The man led me out of the cell-block and into an office, where another lady
in uniform was waiting to hand me my personal belongings.
"I just hope, Sir, that this incident will not have any detrimental effects on our, if I may say so, splendid relation to your department. That would be most unfortunate."
My department? What was he talking of? Did I look like an
agent of the CIA to him or what?
Even that women was giving me this slightly guilty, slightly polite look -
if I hadn't been in such extravagant situations all time during the last two
days, I wouldn't have believed a single word they said.
"Sir?"
"Err - Yes?"
"We're still on good terms, are we?"
"I..." What the fuck should I tell him? That I
thought him completely nuts and in a mental state beyond redemption? Probably
not.
"I will consider this. But I think so, officer. If we get things sorted
out quickly."
"Sure, sure. You won't loose any more time on this, I promise, Sir."
Oh really? I had no idea at all why the hell they send me
away like this, especially not after having witnessed the way they treated
me when I arrived at the office in the first place.
But why wonder? Stranger things had happened in my life. Far stranger...
"Your assistant's already waiting outside, Sir", the officer that had signed all the papers necessary to set me free again said when he at last was through with the pile. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Not in so far as I can see right now. Am I free to go now?"
"Of course, Sir, whenever you like. Just remember, if ever you conduct business in this area again, to have your department inform us of the operation beforehand, so we won't jump in-between and ruin things for you as it happened today."
Did they? Well, in a way, they really had ruined things....
"I will make sure they will, officer. Thank you for your co-operation."
What the hell was I doing here? 'Thank you for your co-operation'.
Ha! If they're mad, I'm joining in pretty neatly.
But I already had an idea whose face I would find behind the steering-wheel
of my very own white Volkswagen that waited for me in front of the building.
I bent down to have a look through the open passenger's window, and I had
to blink only once until I had myself accommodated with seeing my Djinni wearing
a very neat, off-black suit and black glasses.
Instead of a greeting, I leaned with my hands against the roof of the car and said through the open window:
"I didn't wish for this."
Coolly, in perfect imitation of the immaculate, middle-ranking TV CIA-officer, he turned around his head, smiling with a perfect row of pearl-white teeth.
"I know. Now would you please jump in? You're ruining the show."
"What show?"; I asked without changing my position. "If you haven't noticed, I am no fucking agent or whatever you have told those poor people."
"Well, Davie dear. Now you are.", Orlando said,
his grin now even wider than before, one of his slender hands pointing at
the file on the passenger's seat, clearly marked 'confidential'.
"All they will find out is that these papers are the real thing. You
see? I've been learning only from the best...."
Before anybody could see me sway and faint, I decided to
get into the car, disregarding whatever this crazy demon had done to get me
out.
This fucking crazy, incredibly sweet, adorable little demon.
----
- Orlando -
It was very hard not to grin, when Davie looked at me in his cutest confusion so far. He looked like he had been hit by a hippopotamus in mating season. Well... what an unsuspecting female hippopotamus would have looked like... never mind.
But he did come around the car and got into the passenger seat, picking up the file and depositing it on the backseat like it was some kind of poisonous snake.
I waited patiently till he had fastened his seatbelt - wouldn't do to ruin the facade now - and then violently pulled back into the traffic. As always there were more cars than space for them in the streets of New York and I was greeted with blaring horns and people desperately trying to get out of my way. It reminded me of a grant battle between Romans and Barbarians I had once witnessed. Just as violent, just as unforgiving. Only here it was a honk for a honk instead of an eye for an eye. Same thing to me. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Davie added to the fun by holding on to whatever he could get a hold on and shrieking at every second corner. As if I didn't know how to drive a car. Just like driving a wagon in the Coliseum really. Only much faster and more fun.
Finally we got stuck and he relaxed a bit.
"Orli, are you trying to kill me?" he asked, his voice shaky.
"No. Whatever gave you that idea?" I asked back, genuinely surprised.
He pushed his blonde mop out of his face and glared at me. "Your driving is murderous!" he exclaimed. "And how did you get me out of there? Would you care to explain? Am I in deeper trouble now than I was before?"
"Most certainly not." I smiled evilly. "I wouldn't do that to you, would I?"
He looked so worried I relented and put on a real smile. "Don't look so upset. They won't come after you. All your papers are in order and your department has already confirmed your status. Nothing to worry about."
He eyed me with deep mistrust. "And you did all that without me even wishing for it?"
"Well..." Suddenly I was feeling out of my depth. Better not to tell him how much he meant to me already. "You left my lamp on the kitchen table. Anybody could have found it."
Again he looked confused. "What do you mean 'could have found it'. I thought, till I make my third wish you stay my Djinni?"
Sadly I shook my head. "No, if anybody else rubs it, I have to serve that person. And you can never get a wish from me again." I did not want the sadness I felt to shine through so much, but I couldn't prevent it with my next words. "If you loose me, you loose me for good."
At least I was rewarded with true fear in his eyes. "I didn't know that." he said softly. "I'll be more careful next time. Promised."
"Yeah, well..." I waved his worry off. "Doesn't rally matter anyway. As soon as you make your last wish, I'll be stuck in the blasted thing again anyway." I managed to say it quite cheerfully, although my heart was breaking at the thought of leaving him behind to grant wishes to somebody else. Boy would that somebody suffer...
Then the traffic started moving again and I vented some of my anger at my hopeless situation at the other drivers by scaring them half to death with my actions.
----
- David -
He would be gone.
After I had issued my last wish, I would be alone again.
No more beautiful Orlando, no more of this fucking adorable demon that within merely three days had turned my life around so much I didn't really recognise it anymore. And I loved it the way it was now. It was perfect.
Even his gut-wrenching way of driving through NY traffic
was not able to distract me, some gloomy mood hanging all around me like a
pale grey shroud.
I knew I couldn't live without him anymore. I just wouldn't be able to stand
the vast emptiness of my place with knowing this unruly spirit somewhere,
doing something I never could have expected. I couldn't go back to my old
job, knowing that there was no-one I would be able to spend the money on senselessly.
I would be lost.
But I didn't know if I were able to postpone this last wish
forever. Surely one day I would have to choose between him and achieving something
I could only manage with his magic. And I knew already then that this decision
would rip my heart to shreds.
Isn't true love the strongest spell ever known to mankind? How could ever
reason be strong enough to hold against it?
I would love him for all my life, and I couldn't stand the thought of loosing
him. But I couldn't wish for him staying with me for the rest of my life,
either. It would be more than cruel to force him to stay with a mortal, and
even if he loved me now, he would have to watch me age and suffer. Binding
him to me would make me just as cruel as the ancient king who forced this
bestial spell on him.
I shuddered at the mere thought. Truly the historical Solomon was portrayed better than the man I got to know now, if only by his actions.
Only when Orli steered my car into the garage below the building my loft was
attached to, I returned back to reality. I would lose him one day anyway.
Better getting used to the thought now and enjoying the time we still had
than to waste it on feeling miserable.
With screeching brakes, the car stopped at it's proper place,
halting only mere millimetres before it touched the wall. Maybe I should have
turned my attention to real life a little bit later, I thought after noticing
I had bit the tip of my tongue in shock when I saw the wall coming closer
at far too high a speed.
This boy was the love of my life, but definitely bad for my health.
"You know you're really sexy when you scream, Davie?"
Disbelieving, I turned around, only to see my Djinni sitting
next to me, topless and back in his blue pantaloons.
His leering grin and the irritating bulge of the silk between his legs didn't
suggest he was thinking of polite conversation.
"I think I want the second half of the night now.", he said, and I gasped in exasperation.
"That's MY wish, in case you haven't noticed, you evil bastard! And it's not even night!"
"And that's why you keep staring between my legs, is it?"
I didn't stare, I was just... Well, maybe I DID stare. And my dry mouth and my wet palm seemed to suggest that my body was more than willing to ignore the lack of form or the inappropriate time. Better to celebrate what you've got than to dwell on what you might lose.
"Well, it's not the most subtle way to show your interest", I replied pointing at his crotch, but Orli just grinned, shrugged and said:
"So. Just give me a moment and you won't look better one bit."
With these words, he bent over to me, kissing my cheek while at the same time opening my jeans. Gods, did I long for his touch...
"Oh, Orli, not here!"
"Here's as good a place as anywhere else", he replied mischievously, then he bent down to free my anticipating dick out of my briefs with his teeth.
"Orli - no! We cannot... I mean... we... oh gods..."
----
- Orlando -
"No... don't do... yessss..." Davie's complains ended in a low hiss, when my mouth closed over his rapidly growing erection. So much for his unwillingness to co-operate.
He did not exactly taste heavenly - having spend the afternoon in a prison cell sweating - but he did taste incredibly male and sexy. His cock grew hard as if it was trying to break some speed record, filling my mouth most satisfyingly.
I raked my teeth over the smooth skin gently and got a deep moan as a reward. Moments later Davie grabbed my hair and thrust into my mouth hard, groaning with pleasure, when I swallowed him. For a couple of thrusts I let him vent his own frustration, but then I firmly stopped him, coming up for breath.
He was flushed and sweaty, his eyes half closed and clouded. He didn't look like he was going to complain again, but he surprised me.
"You are a naughty demon." he whispered, still a little breathless. "Can we now get up stair before somebody finds us and arrests both of us for indecent behaviour?"
"Sure." I said, smiling innocently.
Of course I didn't plan on actually doing what he wanted, but I did want to get him out of the car and I did not want to drag him.
I allowed him the time to cool down a bit and store his still rock hard cock away.
Then we got out, I locked the car and we started on our way over to the elevator. Only when we passed the red sports car parking two lots from the elevator did I grab him again. He had time for a shocked yelp, then I pressed him against the hood of the car, kissing him with all force, my hands all over him, tugging his shirt from his pants, quickly finding a way back to his cock.
He struggled valiantly but in the end he had to surrender to my expertise. It took me about two minutes, till he was writhing beneath me, biting his arm to keep from making any sounds. As if anybody who would have come by wouldn't have noticed us anyway...
Maybe he was right. Maybe it was not the best of ideas to be so obvious. But I did want to take him down here. The garage was just so... stereotypical. It reminded me of all the stables I had made love in. So to make sure we would stay unnoticed I simply turned both of us invisible.
He was panting hard, when I pulled his pants down and pushed his shirt further up to be able to kiss his taunt nipples as well as stroke his cock.
Finally he couldn't take anymore. "Orli!" he shrieked. "Let go!" Obviously he didn't want to come just then. Fine with me.
Eyeing him curiously, I gave him some room to breath.
"Oh gods, you are going to kill me one day." he sighed, his head falling back onto the hood of the car. He looked incredible, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, his whole body flushed and sweaty and hot, his dick raging hard, quivering with need. And his face! Lips swollen and red, eyes heavy lidded and full of burning passion, hair tangled and damp with sweat. I just had to have him.
I bent down to his ear. "Let me fuck you." I pleaded softly.
He stared at me in shock. "Orli, anybody could come by..." he started to object.
"They can't see us." I tried to reassure him. "I turned us invisible."
"Well, I..." he looked into my eyes for a long moment and I saw my own need reflected in his. What must I look like to him now? Like the demon he said I was? Would he bolt?
"Okay." he agreed, surprising me yet again.
He stripped off his pants quickly, then lay back down and spread his legs for me.
"But you better make it worth my while!"
----
- David -
I was mad.
Completely fucking mad!
I was lying on the hood of one of my neighbours' Ferrari and got fucked by a demon! I must have gone completely cracking nuts.
And what a marvellous demon he was. Slender, shining, passionate.
Whatever dirty trick he used, I hardly needed any preparation before he entered
my body. And how welcome he was!
The cold metal underneath me, the glaring neon-lights on the concrete ceiling
above me, the chance that just about everybody might walk in every moment
was so *fucking* hot my whole body shivered in anticipation.
To feel him within me was perfect, to feel his body glow
and squirm in delight was making me groan of lust. How would I ever be able
to enjoy sex with another mere mortal again? He completely spoiled me for
anyone else.
And I fucking loved to be spoiled. Especially by my own private little demon.
I could feel him enter my body with his full length, even imagined to feel every single vein on his perfect cock, my own body hardly able to breathe of excitement. But unlike the time before, I didn't dissolve into mere sensations. This time, I stayed alert, watching my lover take what he wanted, what he needed, deriving as much pleasure out of his joy as I did out of my own.
I watched him, and this time I didn't lose one single detail.
I could see his face twitch, noticed the way the muscles on his back shivered
when he tried to hold back, saw how white his knuckles turned when he clenched
his hands into my legs. It was so hot just watching him that I hardly remembered
that I was being fucked as well.
It was him my whole attention was with, and I could see in his face as he
approached his climax, could feel him grow even harder within me. His movements
got more restrained, shakier, as if he tried to slow down the avalanche that
was building in his body, and I tensed up with him.
Right now, we could have been lying in the middle of the field at a superbowl finale - I wouldn't have noticed. And I wouldn't have cared, either. All my attention was with him now, and I didn't want to lose one bit of it.
So I watched him, saw his face twist in passion, shining
with sweat, gasping for air, his hips thrusting forward with determination
yet shaky with the control he exerted. He was so perfect, so much more than
I would have ever dared to wish for.
I closed my legs around his back, gently pulling him down towards me, feeling
his hot body touching mine, shivering with the first tremors of his peaking
passion. And then, suddenly but not unexpectedly, he abandoned restraint,
thrusting into me hard and deep and quick, shuddering, moaning so loud it
resembled more a guttural roar than anything else.
When I felt him come inside of me, it was like feeling it for the first time.
I tried not to, but even though my own body did not join him in peaking, I
just had to yell out my lust, my adoration, my almost feral joy in his climax
in such an unrestrained way I had never dared before.
I must be completely mad.
----
- Orlando -
So this is why they say sex is so much better, if you are in love with the person you are with. I had definitely been wrong when I said love was a overrated thing. It was utterly mind-blowing. And that was exactly what I felt like. Like my mind was gone and I was reduced to mere feeling.
I had wanted others before, but really just for the sake of getting them, not because my need for being close to them was so great it would have ripped me apart had it not been satisfied. And never before had I allowed myself to completely loose control over my passion.
The moment I came back to my senses was delightful and filled with immeasurable fear at once. For I was not entirely sure I had not hurt Davie, the way he had screamed. And I had not been able to stop.
But his eyes were still aglow with such a happiness and love, when I looked down at him, that my heart let go of the fear and plunged head on into the warmth of his smile.
I drew him up to me and kissed him, softly now, lovingly. Made I been merely mortal my whole body would have been trembling with the aftershock of our incredible love-making.
A shiver ran through my prince's body and I realised he must be getting cold in the chilly garage. Now, that my lust was sated, it did not look that desirable a place to stay anymore. So I simply wished him back into his clothes and helped him of the hood of the car that showed a few interesting dents and scratch marks.
Davie looked back at the hood as well and a naughty smile, that I wouldn't have been able to top, graced his lips.
"I wonder what Arthur will make of that." he said.
I blinked in confusion and his smile grew even wider.
"The owner of the car. You have to meet him some time. He's a very distinguished member of society."
Now I had to grin as well. Holding hands like happy boys we went over to the elevator, to go up to Davie's loft.
During the ride up I was somewhat lost in thought. I tried to remember, if there had ever been a time when I had felt this close to anybody. But even when I had still been a free spirit, nothing like this had ever happened. Of course I had been close to my family. But that really was something different, as they were mighty spirits as well and given to as much mischief as I was. One never knew when they were going to pull a prank on you.
And mortals? I hadn't really cared about mortals then. They had been few anyway. Compared to nowadays.
There had been a young dragon a very long time ago, who had been a really close friend. But we had certainly not been in love.
I gazed over at Davie to reassure myself, that my feelings were still the same and my heart nearly stopped, when I noticed the expression with which he was eyeing me. To say it was feral would have been the understatement of the century. And I thought I was naughty...
When our eyes met, his tongue snaked out from his mouth and licked over his lips in the perfect impression of a hungry predator. And then he simply pushed the button that stopped the elevator.
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