"Loving Djinni"
Part 6
by Osiris Brackhaus & Beryll

 

- David -

We pretty much ruined that car.

The dents were very obvious, and maybe I shouldn't have used the windscreen-wipers as a handrail. They didn't look so happy about this treatment afterwards.
I just hoped the security cameras didn't notice us as well. If not, that'll be quite a sum to pay. And one VERY upset Arthur to console.

Naughty, very naughty me, I thought with a grin that easily must have matched my little demon's smirks.

Thinking of him, I looked over only to find him leaning to the back wall of the elevator we were in, his look dazed, his face flushed with that undeniable pink of someone fucked just moments ago. Orlando supported himself on the wooden handrail that had been installed across the mirror that formed the elevators back, looking exhausted, dreamy, and very hot. And this dark suit with the pale shirt just screamed to be ripped off him.

Suddenly, I noticed with a certain fierceness that I hadn't had that much satisfaction of my own downstairs in the car-park. And this here was certainly a more private place than among the automobiles.

He must have noticed my stare, for suddenly his eyes focused on me, and I have to admit that the slightly irritated look I found in his eyes made my balls itch like hardly anything before. So I just grinned at him leeringly, and stopped the elevator.

He raised one eyebrow in a gesture half question, half worry, and one hundred percent pure male allure.

Tremendously enjoying the fact that for once, I could surprise him at least a little bit, I walked over to him, realising that I was rather stalking him than anything else. Consequently, and very consistent to the role he had chosen to play, Orli backed up against the mirror, looking at me full of distrust, asking:

"What are you doing, Davie?"

"I am prowling.", I answered, prowling so close to him he had to look up to see my eyes.

"Prowling, I see." He didn't seem to be reassured one bit. "And what makes you 'prowl' in this elevator?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

I was surprised at the ease I staged my 'I'm-a-naughty-seducer' show, but with my lover acting so in line, it was exceedingly enticing.

"No, not really."

He was so fucking hot when he tried to seen innocent, but not very credible. Ha!
I started to play with his black tie, stroking the length of it, up and down, once more surprise by the overwhelming allegorical eroticism of the gesture. Did all these men ever notice that they were literally showing their dick to the world all the time? My Djinni seemed to have gotten into the picture as well, I could tell by his breathing, deep and slightly irregular as it was-
And the way he looked at me made clear that he was more than willing to carry this little episode as far as I would like.

Grinning fiendishly, I pressed my hand on his chest, pulling his tie off his neck in a rather brute gesture, saying:

"You are wearing far too much clothes."

----

- Orlando -

"Am I?"

Where had my shy confusable prince gone all of a sudden? Or, more precisely, who had replaced it with this hungry predator, who was now pressing my back against the mirror of the elevator, plundering my mouth without a second's hesitation and grabbing my ass hard with both his hands.

The sound I made when he let go of me for a second must have been pretty close to "Eeep!" considering his look of deep satisfaction to my rumbled state. He really had more surprises in store than I had so far given him credit for. Naughty mortal!

"I think I would like some more of that 'second half!" he announced, his fingers nimbly opening buttons on my shirt, while I was still recovering from my initial shock. Did he now?

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we just fuck down in the garage?" I asked, trying hard to suppress my renewing desire and failing miserably. What the hell had happened to the control over my body?

"Well, you fucked me." he said, smirking dirtily. "Now we'll try it the other way around."

It would have taken me one thought and I would have been gone from his curious fingers, now already stroking the exposed skin of my chest, but I found myself transfixed by his fiery eyes, as unable to move as a bunny staring at a snake. What a weird feeling. What an utterly sexy, arousing feeling to loose control like that.

All I managed to say in response was a not very intelligent "Urhmp..." Then he kissed me again and this time I was the one reduced to complete incoherence.

I didn't even realise he was quickly divesting me of my clothing until I felt the cold glass of the mirror press against my back. He drew back for a moment to watch me and I found myself desperately mewing for his continued attention. I needed him. So much.

"You really do look sexy like that." he mused, watching me with that infuriatingly self-confident smirk on his lips and passion in his eyes. "All hot and begging."

"I'm not begging." I managed to say, but it didn't even sound convincing to me.

"Turn around!" he commanded and I obeyed instantly, wondering why I had done so only when I looked at myself in the mirror. He was right. I did look like I was begging to be fucked. Rats.

I was about to say something, when one of his hands came to rest on my shoulder, bending me over slowly, and the other reached around me, quickly opening my trousers and pulling them down with a hard yank.

"Hmm... still no briefs..." he whispered happily and both his hands started to stroke my exposed ass.

Good Lord! Maybe my memory was failing me - can happen if you are as old as I am - but I was reasonably sure that never ever had I been used like this. And even more certainly I had never enjoyed being used like I did now.

I heard the zipper of his jeans and in the mirror I watched as he pushed them down just far enough to free his erection. He caught my eyes watching him and smiled, stroking his cock as well as my ass, moving closer and closer to the place he wanted to use.

"What do you think, my beautiful little spirit, shall I tease you some more or would you like me to take you?" he asked. "Feel like begging now?"

He was driving me mad and he knew it, but his challenge made it virtually impossible to give in that easily. So I countered with a growl and closed my eyes, intent on ignoring him as long as I possibly could. Of course I would beg. Probably on my knees. But not yet.

----

- David -

It was so fucking hot to command him. So incredibly arousing just to control the situation, to control his body, to force him to want me.

And, boy, did he want me.

He was leaning forward, his hands on the rail, completely nude, his forehead pressed against the glass of the mirror, his breath painting small clouds of mist on the glass. His perfect skin gleamed in the light of the small room, and I could see him shiver. But surely not of cold.

In the amber-tinted reflection on the other side of the mirror I could see both of us, his eyes closed in concentration, already his reason taken over by desire, yet his pride still forcing him to resist.
And I could see myself. Across the bare back of my lover, I looked at my image, and for the first time, I truly liked what I saw. My hair in disarray, my shirt crumbled, dark rings underneath my eyes, yet my look was fierce, almost feral. Between Orli's exposed buttocks my throbbing dick showed like some weird kind of curious squirrel, ready to duck away into it's hole every moment.
Stupid pun, I thought, smirking at my own reflection, surprised by the flashing white of my teeth. Man, had I always been looking that good? Or was it just that I started to like myself the way I turned when Orli was around?
Didn't matter. There definitely were more important matters at hand right now. Like my Djinni's firm backside.

Deftly rubbing my cock against his soft flesh, holding his hips fixed with my hands, I noticed once more how sexy it was to have almost all my clothes on while he was completely nude. It was so hot to use him like this, and he got so hot by being used.
By now, Orlando was growling, maybe trying to groan and purr at the same time - yet still he had his eyes closed, his hands clenched to the handrail, his back now covered by a silken sheen of sweat.

Maybe he was able to keep himself from begging me to take him, but slowly I lost my control. I just felt the urge to shove my dick inside him, to feel him around me, fill him, fuck him. Needed him so badly.

"Jorroohl!", my squirming demon groaned, trying to speak and failing miserably.

"What?", I asked shakily, betraying my desire far more than I would have liked.

"You're - cruel - !"

Oh. Couldn't help but grin at that one.

"And? Do you like it?"

I reached down between my lover's legs, grabbing for his sleek cock, deftly touching him in a way I knew he would not be able not to like.
And, most rewardingly, whatever Orli had intended to reply was swallowed by a loud moan he just couldn't suppress.

"Tell me, do you like it?"

Using my free hand to push my almost unyielding dick between his legs, I continued to massage him, pressing myself against his body, feeling the warmth of his butt through the rough denim of my jeans.

"Tell me, do you want to feel me inside you?"

He groaned again, hardly able to suppress the shudders that ran through his body, a tiny yelp escaping him as I pushed back his foreskin.

"Do you want to feel my dick inside you, feel me move within you?"

Some spit on my fingertips would have to do for now, but as my slick fingers touched his exposed dick again, the shivers that ran through his body were accompanied by a soft whimper.

"Who's - the - demon now?", he hissed under his breath, opening his eyes to stare at me across the mirror.

I didn't even think of stopping to caress his cock, throbbing in need as it was.

"Do you want it?"

"You bloody - gods... know - I - "

He closed his eyes, and I could feel his body tense up as he fully concentrated on what I did to his body.

"Say it, love. Do you want it?"

"Fuck! Of course I want, you - you - ghharrr..."

The rest of his sentence trailed away into unintelligibility as his little attention he was still able to spare for speaking was washed away by another push with my hips, reminding him of my hot dick between his legs.
Sure he wanted it. I fucking craved to take him, and I could hardly hold back.
But he wouldn't get out on me so easily this time.

Bending over, still not letting go of his cock, I nibbled a bit at his earlobe, then whispered:

"Wish for it."

----

- Orlando -

For a long, long moment I felt frozen in utter disbelieving shock. He hadn't really said that. He couldn't! He just couldn't...

But my brain told me otherwise and a hot shiver ran down the whole length of my body, fury at his audacity mixed with unbearably need.

And still he was holding me captive, one of his hands rubbing my aching cock and his rock-hard dick teasing my opening till I thought I would scream. Had I ever wanted to be fucked that badly? Probably not.

So I opened my eyes and looked at both of us. Me all hot and almost whining with need, bend over, more than ready to be taken, he standing behind me, his dick in hand, trembling with his own lust, almost unable to hold back any longer, wish or no wish, staring at the mirror himself.

When our eyes met in that other world across the mirror I knew it didn't matter if I wished or not. This was not about control or teasing. At least not for me. Not anymore. I did love him with all my being and whatever he wanted I would do for him. Whether he loved me back or not. Even that didn't matter anymore. He would make that cursed third wish. They all did. But I would forgive even that and keep the memory of him in my heart for all eternity. And this moment.

"I wish for it." I whispered, admitting more defeat with these simple words than he would ever know.

Whatever thought would have followed shattered, when I felt him enter me in one long, smooth, gliding motion, till I felt his body pressed against mine. He looked almost surprised at his own swiftness. For a long moment w stared at each other in the mirror, unable to gather one clear thought, both of us trembling. Then he started to move and the last shred of reason I had clung to till then fled me.

My body took complete control of me, allowing nothing but the feeling of him inside me, thrusting into me hard and unrelenting, making me hang on to that handrail or dear life. He made no sound but I made up for his silence yelping, howling, whimpering, moaning, giving voice to the incredible fires he fanned in my body. How could anything feel so good, so right?

And still he managed to keep one of his hands around my cock, stroking me in time with his movements, driving me closer to insanity with every thrust.

I needed this. Needed this to continue forever, never wanted to be without him again, wanted to keep him inside me.

Each time he pulled out of me became an unbearable emptiness, each time he pushed back in an incredible feeling of completeness. How had I been able to exist without this?

But I was approaching orgasm and there was nothing I could do to make him go slower, nothing I could do to prevent this from ending. My body craved, needed, wanted to crest that wave of pleasure, but at the same time I was howling my frustration at the inevitability of loosing him, cursing in every language ever invented by men.

----

- David -

Never before had it been such an urge for me to TAKE my partner. His delicate body in front of me, both our reflections on the other side of the mirror, the recentness of our encounter in the car-park bent my intentions single-mindedly on the simple desire to fuck him senseless.
And I was doing quite well, apparently, for he was yelping and screaming and cursing in far more languages than I knew, probably some of them completely forgotten to mankind. Fucking him was like a rush to me, giving him the whole length of my throbbing dick, hardly able to hold on to myself, feeling him shiver and squirm at my every thrust. Holding him by his hair with one hand, my other hand still grabbing his cock, I thrust into him relentlessly, taking what I needed right now, feeling that he needed it just as well.

I didn't give a damn about the security-personnel, who probably had the wank of their miserable lives in front of their monitors right now, or the classical 'what-if'-question if the elevator suddenly should go back on-line. I was here now, was with my Orlando, and the world outside our tiny cabin could have stopped to exist just as well for all it mattered.

It was like white-water rafting, in a way: fast and uncontrollable, unstoppably rushing through the wild currents, inevitably speeding downwards to the calm lake that waited for us after the last and most dangerous rapids.

And those rapids were approaching at a frightening speed.

Orlando was still groaning and yelling at each of my thrusts, and the louder he turned, the more introverted and concentrated I became. I could feel him around me, felt every single of his hairs in my hand, could feel the blood pulse through his rock-hard dick, could smell him in the air around us.
I felt my balls tense up, all my attention turning inwards, my movements growing jerky as all my existence seemed to flow towards that one point, that singularity I knew would burst nova-like and far too soon.

And when it happened, it was unexpectedly calm, tremendous, yet without any sound, my painfully contracted being released so abruptly that release itself felt like agony. Like myriads of stars hurled outwards by an explosion in space, my consciousness relaxed into infinity, and with a sudden jolt, I became aware of my surroundings again, saw my face in the mirror contorted with lust, felt my semen spurt into my lover in forceful waves.

But my lover was oblivious of my bliss, I noted in this strangely aware state that follows those calm orgasms. For Orlando was still yelping with need, and without thinking, I changed my grip on his cock just so slightly, upped the speed of my movements just a bit, willing to give him the release he had been craving for so long. His yelps and shouts grew coarser, deeper, until he was shaking violently, shouting, cursing in a language so ancient, so primal it made my skin crawl.

I could feel the passion build up within him immeasurably, Orlando getting louder and louder simultaneously, and as the first of his hot semen slicked my hand, he all but screamed in the deepest and most feral voice I had ever heard.
In that moment, I swear I saw him open his eyes, ancient and powerful beyond description; not the boy he appeared to be, but the mighty and primal spirit he was - and as if the mirror could not bear the reflection of such an inhuman entity within itself, its reflective coating withered away within the fraction of a second, immediately followed by a glittering net of minute cracks that spidered outward from where I could see the reflection of my lover's face in the amber glass.

Just this one look we shared across the breaking mirror, this ancient spirit and I, before the glass shattered completely, a glittering rain of tiny shards, perpendicularly falling down to form a neat pile on the ground, a row of shards shimmering like crushed ice on the carpet.

Still mesmerised by those ancient eyes, I hardly noticed Orlando groan, but when he dropped to his knees, I supported him, and we both sat down on the floor to give our exhausted bodies some rest. My hand was still dripping with the result of my caresses, and I cleaned it with Orli's shirt lying discarded on the ground, watching the young boy with loving care.
He was completely spent, dizzy, hardly conscious, but it didn't matter.

I had seen his immortal eyes, yet what I had seen there didn't make me wither and break. No, instead, it made me strong, for in those eyes as old as the world I had seen love, love for me, all encompassing love for a mere mortal.

Still occasional shudders were rocking Orlando's body, and I put my arm around him, gently, stroking his sweat-slick hair out of his brow.

Whatever happened now, it wouldn't really matter.
He loved me, and now I knew for sure.

----

- Orlando -

I don't know how we got back to the loft. When I came back to my senses, I was lying on Davie's bed, still naked, feeling utterly battered and tired. I had never felt tired in my long live so I curiously watched, as the deep soreness slowly evaporated from my body. It took almost a minute till I felt up to the task of even opening my eyes. I was sated. Really, truly sated.

I was alone in the bedroom, but I could hear Davie in the kitchen, probably preparing some kind of food for his spend Djinni. He was caring for me. How had all this come to be? How was it that I suddenly found myself loved and cared for?

And wishing! When had I ever wished for anything from somebody else? The whole irony of Davie's demanding I wish for him to take me suddenly became obvious to me. What he had wanted to do was tease me. What he had really done was grant me ultimate power over my fate. At least in that one instant. I could have just not wished. Had I not wanted it with all my being just as much as he did. For a tiny moment he had set me free.

I snuggled deeper into the soft furs, listening to Davie whistle softly, while he did, whatever he did. I could have looked, without even moving. But I did not want to. For a short while I would pretend I was mortal just like he was. I would pretend we were just another couple, he was just an ordinary man, preparing something nice for his exhausted lover. Although he really was anything but ordinary.

"I love him." I told the furs whispheringly to make sure he would not hear. "How will it feel to be locked in that lamp, without my heart? Will it ease the pain or will I suffer even more?" The white furs didn't answer. No wonder considering they had never been alive.

Obviously there was no escaping reality. I would never be free of my curse. A feeling of immense loneliness enveloped me. What would it be like to walk through the centuries without him, with my memory of him dimming in my mind, till it was only a distant longing, buried deep in that hollow place where my heart had been.

I should have known I would only hurt myself, loving him, but still I could not turn back. To have him just these brief moment would sustain me over a long time. The pain would remind me, that not all mortals where selfish. That there had once been one who loved me for what I was, not for what I could do.

When he entered the room I looked up, forcing a smile. "I thought I was the naughty one." I said, trying to conceal my sadness with humour.

But he did not react to my playful banter like he had done so far. He just sat down on the edge of the bed next to me, took me hand and gently kissed my fingertips.

How could he do this to me? Force me to face my emotions like this?

When he looked at me his eyes were filled with a strange emotion I could not quite identify but instinct warned me and fear gripped my heart. A fear so deep it rendered me helpless to resist what he said next.

"I think I know what my last wish is going to be."

I just started at him. 'NO' my heart was screaming but I kept myself under icy control. If I broke down now I would never be able to pick myself back up again.

"But first I want to ask you something." he continued. "What happens if you can not grant a wish?"

"If it is something that is ruled out by the spell nothing happens." I answered, surprised at how cool and calm my own voice sounded when there were enough fear and desperation in my heart to tear me to shreds. "If I try to resist granting it, I suffer."

He slowly nodded. "Then I hope this will work."

"You want your wish now?" I asked, still calm, still cool, dying inside.

"Yes."

He drew a deep breath, looking at me, still holding my hand.

"I wish to set you free."

----

- David -

Well, now, that's it.
I've done it.
Spoken my last wish.

I have thought about it since I carried my almost unconscious Djinni into my bedroom. I had seen the love in his eyes, had seen his desire to stay with me.
I could have postponed this wish forever.

But I had also seen his bracers. Had seen the archaic Hebrew letters on them, and saw how his skin was raw underneath. These blasted things must be burning him constantly, even after all these centuries, and he was just able to heal as much as they perpetually scorched away from his skin.

What a monstrous spell. Whoever dared to cast such a cruelty on any sentient being was by no means any better than the demons he claimed to ban. This was insufferable. He had to be set free.

Needing something to occupy my hands with, I went to the kitchen, and started to prepare some food for us. Didn't matter what.

If it was true that there was no spell stronger than true love, there just HAD to be a way I could set him free. For I knew that if ever I had loved someone, it was this obnoxious little demon. And he loved me, too.

Chopping some chives I had somehow decided were immensely necessary for whatever I would cook, I wondered what I could do. Fucking Solomon had thought of pretty much everything to make sure his prisoners would never be able to escape on their own. He'd make a tremendous lawyer these days.
But had he thought of the unlikely situation of a mortal falling in love so much he would spend a wish on it? Probably yes, but it wouldn't help but try.

I felt tears stinging in my eyes, for I knew that now that I had an idea of what to do, I had to do it soon. As soon as possible. I could not stand the thought of having him chained any second longer, could not bear the thought to prolong his suffering even if I only wanted to have him around for a mere few days more.

I had to try it now.

I didn't know if it was a good idea, maybe he would cringe in agony for the rest of eternity, as his duty to fulfil a wish clashed with another no-no of the curse.
Maybe it would work, but what afterwards? He loved me, I was sure of that. But what about the rest of humanity? All those humans who degraded him, abused him, ridiculed him for centuries. Or maybe he would just disappear, unable to bear the company of mortals any longer...

But all that didn't matter.

I loved him with all my heart, and I had to try to set him free.
Whatever might happen afterwards.
I couldn't live with the guilt of not having tried.

So I went over to the bedroom, only to find my Djinni lying on the sheets, looking sleepy and exhausted and so lovely that it broke my heart when I saw his eyes widen in shock when I told him that I was about to make my last wish.
Immediately.

"I wish to set you free", I said, feeling at loss of words, unable to express how much he meant to me, unable to voice my fears, my hopes, my love.

But whatever I had expected to happen did not.
Orlando just sat there, staring at me in shock, his face blank.

So I took his hands into mine, explaining:

"Look, Orli, I gladly accept the guilt of not bettering humanity, of acting utterly selfish, but I just do have to try. I could not stand to see you bound any longer, and as I truly love you, it just might work. So my last wish of you is that you lift your curse, and be free and happy ever after."

He looked at me, then, his eyes brimming with tears, and I couldn't help to feel the moisture rising in mine as well.

"You really...", he whispered in utter astonishment, as if faced with a gift he had never even dared to expect. But what could I do but spend my last wish on him? He was the most important being in my life, and there was no better way to use this chance.

So I merely nodded, feeling the tears in my eyes, but not of excitement, but of fear, of dread I might be about to lose him forever.

"Oh. okay", he whispered with the most delightful note of wonderment in his voice.
"Your wish be granted, Master."

And then, he disappeared.
With a soft, swishing sound, his hands evaporated out of mine, and I was left alone. Alone with two smouldering, stinking brazen bracers that toppled onto my bed, their metal broken, contorted as if ripped apart from within.

I felt the tears run down my cheeks in little streams, burning my skin, flowing as if this would never end. I grabbed a furry pillow from my bed, holding it tight, sobbing, crying, rocking gently back and forth.

It had worked.
The spell was broken.
But he was gone.
Gone.

----

- Orlando -

It was incredible, wonderful, unbelievable, impossible. But I was free. FREE!

I felt myself expand out of the narrow confines that the bracers had set for so long, rising to my true height, becoming what I had been denied.

Might be that I did not remember anymore what it was to be free but my body remembered perfectly and within seconds I felt myself spanning the whole city, still stretching, still rising out of the little shell that I had been forced into.

It felt good to be able to touch the stars again.

And as quickly as I had gone out I came back down to do the one thing that blazed on my mind like a burning bonfire.

With deepest satisfaction I condensed next to the kitchen table, took the cursed lamp and smashed it to the floor with all the power that now was within me again. With a most satisfying sound of metal being forced out of shape it connected with the floor. It was not enough. Grinning gleefully I stepped down onto it with one foot and ground it into an unrecognisable flat thing.

Only when I looked up did I notice Davie standing in the doorway leading from the open lounge to the bedroom, his arms wrapped tightly around a furry pillow, his face streaked his tears and his eyes impossible huge and disbelieving.

For a moment I was utterly confused. Why - of all times - was he crying now, when there was so much reason to celebrate. But realisation dawned just as quickly, when I saw what blazed in this mind.

Within the blink of an eye I was next to him, drawing him into my arms, holding me close.

"Oh you stupid, stupid, mortal." I whispered, whipping the tears from his face. "How could you ever believe I would leave you?"

"But you where gone," he sniffed, pressing against me as if he still couldn't believe I was really there.

I disentangled him enough, so I could look at him, so he could see the truth in my eyes when I spoke.

"Davie, you will not be rid of me that easily. In fact you will never be rid of me. I plan on spending the rest of eternity with you and I do not plan on arguing about it."

Slowly, shyly a smile was forming on his lips.

"Well, I would already be happy if you stayed for the next fifty years." he said, no brushing away tears himself.

I frowned. "And where do you plan to go then?"

He looked at me as if I was a bit stupid. "Well you may be an immortal Djinni but I am merely mortal and will die sooner or later." he explained.

I just smirked. "Oh, and you really think you will get away that easily?" I asked, drawing him closer again. "You will not die unless I expressly allow you to."

For a moment he was his utterly adorable confused self, but then he looked at me in wonder. "You mean you will just keep me alive?" he asked.

"Most certainly."

I just couldn't describe the feeling of complete happiness that threatened to drown me, making me grin foolishly.

"Davie, you have made the wisest wish any mortal has ever made. The only one, that will grant you as many wishes as you want to have. You have freed me from my lamp. But my heart will forever be bound to you."

I gave him a moment to let that sink in. Let him start to worry, that he had done something wrong in binding me to himself.

"And boy am I happy to be bound." I finished and then I kissed him.

- and they lived happily ever after -

 

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