Obsidian 1/3?
Title: Obsidian 1/3?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun/Uknow, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junsu/Uknow, Yoochun/Hero (in order of appearance)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my dreams and I do not have magic to bind them to me.
Summary: Being favored by a magician has its benefits. But it also has its costs.
A/N: I used the descriptions of runes and their powers from this website http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/galdr.html
Demon!Fic
Part 1:
Shim Changmin was beyond the most powerful magician in the city. If he was your ally, you did not have to worry about anything.
Unless you made him mad.
Yoochun did everything he could not to piss Changmin off, even if that meant going to his lair.
The entrance to Changmin’s mansion was hidden behind illusions of monsters and darkness. You did not gain access unless Changmin wanted you there, and if you tried, you were driven mad. From where Yoochun stood, he could see the turrets and lights from the magician’s mansion, but he knew better than to try to go there himself. Even if he wasn’t on his way to see one of the most powerful magicians in the country, he wouldn’t try to go alone. Changmin lived in a nefarious area of the city, and he controlled most of the creatures and people who made it nefarious. Instead, he waited under the glow of an electric lamp. It was safe in the halo of light. One step outside of it and toward Changmin’s mansion meant getting lost or killed, and possibly going insane.
Yoochun shoved his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. The air was cold, icy fingers trailing over any exposed skin. He shivered and fought nervousness. He’d been to Changmin’s many times, but each instance was different. The magician liked to play tricks, and Yoochun never knew what to expect.
A small shadow curled at the edge of the light, and Yoochun took a steadying breath. The imp, a shadow of darkness itself, would not enter the light. He lifted a heavy foot and stepped out of the safety of the light. The imp led him, moving almost faster than Yoochun could. The imp’s footprints left dots of lights for Yoochun to follow. Darkness permeated his skin and stole his vision. Looking up meant losing his guide. Shadows and whispers caressed his skin. Promises of love and lust and greed. Only the shining footprints and the bulk of his bag on his back gave Yoochun comfort that he had not died nor succumbed to the madness surrounding him.
The first sign of his imminent arrival was the flickering of a torch, but, as Yoochun learned, it could have been nothing more than an illusion. The light grew brighter. The temptation to look at it dragged Yoochun’s gaze up and he hastily looked back down. Only the glowing steps of the imp would lead him to where he needed to go.
A dark shadow flickered and solidified to his left. Yoochun held his breath and continued on. Something was growling. Fear crawled up his neck in the form of brittle fingernails. Each step was a trial, and his feet slugged, dragged down by dark bogs and black mist. The mud lapped at his boots and climbed up his legs. The nightmares buried in Changmin’s darkness were more than a sane man could bear.
But Yoochun was used to it. As much as one could get used to a magician.
The ground beneath Yoochun’s feet went from spongy murky bog to cobbled walkway. The heel of his boot echoed in the sudden silence. Eerie. Serene. Perfect silence. Each breath sounded like a scream.
Goosebumps feathered over his skin. Swirling clouds of black turned grey. And the next step took him into a courtyard. Yoochun stopped, eyes trying to adjust to the sudden torchlight. The imp continued on, and Yoochun forcefully reminded himself that this could be just another illusion. He focused on the fading imp footsteps and hurried after him. Even the stairs they now climbed could be an illusion. Changmin had led him through hours of his tricks before, led him through door after door, rooms full of things to tempt him away.
The imp stopped, signalling the end of the journey. Probably one of the shortest Yoochun had to endure.
Which meant that Changmin had something even more devious inside his house awaiting him.
Their business dealings were just as tremulous as the maze to reach his house. Ten minutes, two weeks. Yoochun never knew.
Changmin paid well. And for that, Yoochun bowed to his whims.
The imp stayed in the shadows of the stone wall enclosing the porch. He circled around it to the door. Yoochun stayed where he was and watched as the imp lifted a scraggly hand and touched the heavy wooden door. A pinpoint of light flared and then disappeared and the imp was gone. The door ground against the stone as it opened, and Yoochun inhaled deeply before stepping closer, over the threshold and into more darkness. His breath sped up, echoing in the dark. He jumped when a single torch flared next to his head. Blinking against the sudden light, Yoochun fought the urge to turn and run. Chances were that the door was gone or obscured, and he’d never get out of what could be just as deadly as outside.
Another torch flared further down the hall.
Yoochun started walking.
Another torch and another, the next up a set of stairs. He followed the cues until he was deep in the labyrinth of hallways and rooms. The walls waved between solid and liquid. The air was cold with one step and too hot on the next. Sections of the floor fell out from under his feet after stepping off them.
After turning a corner, Yoochun sighed in relief. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors stood open. Above the door, carved in the ancient wood, were a series of runes. Yoochun picked out tiwaz for victory and ingwaz for loyalty before turning his attention back to the party. A butler stood just outside the door, back straight, face blank. Music and laughter drifted from inside the room. Light spilled on the intricate rug covering the stone floor. Coming closer, Yoochun saw into the immaculate ballroom. Ornate chandeliers lit with hundreds of candles hung from the ceiling. Torches in wall sconces provided even more light. Against one wall were dozens of tables laden with steaming food.
Servants walked between the guests with sparkling flutes of champagne. The guests were all magicians, mages and wizards, with a few politicians scattered among them. The lessor mages and wizards catered to the whims of the magicians. They were all dressed in folds of garous colored robes, tunics and pants. Slippers and gloves of the finest silk adorned their hands and feet. Jewelry trickled and jingled around their necks.
The butler bowed as Yoochun walked through the doors, and a disembodied voice announced his arrival. Several of the gathered magicians called his name in greeting.
Changmin, conspicuous by his choice of a simple dark robe, smirked at him from across the room and sauntered over to him.
The dark robe seemed plain from afar, but was covered with intricate embroidery. It’d taken Yoochun and his apprentice almost a year to finish the garment to the magician’s satisfaction.
Yoochun bowed deeply, his ponytail falling over his shoulder. “Your Excellence.”
Changmin laughed. “What I just put you through, and you still honor me?”
Yoochun considered his reply and then said, “Your arrogance and your bastardly ways do not mean you don’t deserve to be addressed properly.”
Changmin and the others around him laughed. He clapped Yoochun on the shoulder and dragged him over to the table to eat. “You’ll excuse me from seeing you in this setting.”
Said like Yoochun had a choice.
“I’m leaving the city tomorrow and I don’t know when I’ll be back. After this beautiful silk you and Junsu created, I wanted to commission another one as soon as possible.”
“May I consider this an invitation to the party?” Yoochun asked carefully. Yoochun’s social status was so far below Changmin’s that if it wasn’t for business, he definitely would not have been there. Being able to say that he had been invited to one of the magician’s parties would practically double his social prestige as well as his business.
Changmin pondered him, face blank, and then he smirked. “If you must. First, we eat. And then we’ll talk business.”
A waiter appeared with a plate, and under Changmin’s direction, filled it full of things that Yoochun just had to try. Most of the exoitc food Yoochun never would have had the money to buy.
Changmin led him to the head table and pointed to the cushion to sit on. Yoochun folded his legs and adjusted his tunic. The magicians looked down their noses at him, sniffing in disdain. Yoochun felt his cheeks blush, but did nothing else. He wanted to protest sitting at the head table just as much as the others did, but it was Changmin’s will and Changmin’s way.
Every bite of food was almost too rich for Yoochun’s palette. His meals consisted of rice and kimchi. Meat was a luxury after a major sale. The fruits were sweet, the meats savory, the desserts almost too decadent. He’d only had chocolate once before in his life.
And he drank too much wine.
The music and laughter grew louder as the night went on.
“Let’s see what you have for me today,” Changmin said and snagged Yoochun’s bag from the floor. He dug around in it and pulled out all the sample swatches. “I’ve already seen all these.”
The hair on Yoochun’s arms stood up at the obvious disapproval. He swallowed and said, “Yes, I know. There are more samples. There are swatches of silk that just arrived.”
“From the North?”
“Of course.”
Changmin pulled out the swatch in questions.
“The properties of the new silk work well with the integrity of the cashmere,” Yoochun said, pulling the two together. “It’ll create a stronger casting bubble and keep the wearer protected from elemental spells.”
Changmin nodded and used his fingers to test each silk sample.
Yoochun stayed silent as Changmin inspected each new piece of silk. Swirls of magic tested their compatibility and their strengths. A deep red one caught his magic in a twist of blue and green approval. Changmin looked up, the command unspoken. Yoochun quickly removed that swath of silk from the others and handed it to him. He inspected it more carefully.
Swallowing deeply, Yoochun took a chance and opened his case of needles and thread. He pulled out an obsidian needle and a spool of silver-silk thread. He asked for the cloth back and reluctantly and curiously, Changmin gave it to him. With a deep breath, Yoochun started stitching, first enclosing the edges of the cloth, and then moving to the middle.
“Any symbol you like will strengthen the cloth contained within the border of the thread,” Yoochun managed. He’d decided before coming here that he would sew eihwaz, a simple protection rune, but changed his mind last minute. He blamed the wine for the needle and his fingers quickly creating kenaz, the rune for love, sex, desire.
Fire.
His cheeks flushed as he added jera to provide comfort and harmony, the three things most people wished for in a relationship. The runes didn’t mean much without a spell behind them, but just the idea of what that cloth could do in the hand of a magician almost kept Yoochun from handing it back to Changmin.
Changmin snatched it from his hands as soon as he was done. He ran his fingertip over the silver thread and it glowed. Latin tumbled from Changmin’s lips and energy twisted down Yoochun’s spine. In a daze, Yoochun watched the cloth come closer to this arm, and he half wanted to stop it and half didn’t. The spell Changmin used was not harsh, and the cloth danced over his skin. It felt like fingers were caressing him. Fingers that were connected to every pleasure and erogenous center in his body. His head tilted back, mouth open. The urge to orgasm pulsed through his body. His hips lifted from the divan and his hands fell to the floor to support him.
The cloth danced down his chest. Yoochun sighed as the passion waved around him. Teasing and intense.
“Fantastic,” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun inhaled and said, “Let me ... go, and ...” His hips continued to rise and fall while the cloth moved down his stomach. Even through his clothes, it was the most sensual touch he’d had in a long time.
Changmin snagged the cloth from the air, and Yoochun was able to breathe again. His body thrummed with passion. It took another moment to regain control of his limbs, and carefully, he retrieved a swatch of deep gray cashmere. It was one that Changmin had previously rejected. Yoochun broke the enchantment of the runes on the silk and quickly added the cashmere, uniting the two with a mixture of silver-laden and cashmere thread. He felt the conflicting fabrics knit together under the silver, and knew by the look on his face that Changmin saw it too. Yoochun expanded the runes to the new cloth and closed the symbols in their silver boundary. He gave the cloth back to Changmin.
Changmin immediately repeated the simple spells to activate the runes, and Yoochun almost came just from the aftereffects. He wasn’t the only one around the table to moan.
“Amazing,” Changmin said. “When did you discover this?”
“Last week,” Yoochun managed to reply.
“I said I was leaving the city. I’ll be back in about a month. Is it possible to have something by then?”
Yoochun smiled and said, “It depends on what you want.”
Changmin’s eyes darkened and the magic in the cloth pulsed. Yoochun felt frozen in its power, and the cloth hadn’t even touched him yet. This would make Changmin even more powerful, and though Yoochun was terrified at that thought, that power would not be used against Yoochun. Changmin’s loyalties were absolute from his end.
“Scarves,” Changmin said. “Different colors, different runes, different talents.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll have enough done that you can look at them and tell me what else you require.”
Changmin ended the spell and Yoochun took the cloth and removed the boundary, rendering the runes useless.
“Your talents are not worthy of your rank,” Changmin said. “Stay for the rest of the party.”
Yoochun nodded. “Of course, your Excellence.”
The rest of the party meant more wine and more food. Others finally talked to him only after Changmin’s approval. Yoochun continued to feel out of place, but not nearly as strongly as before.
“Gentlemen,” Changmin voice rang out around the room. “If you would gather around the dais, I have a special treat for you this evening.”
Yoochun hung back from the surge of bodies until Changmin noticed. He waved his hand and Yoochun was tugged to the front, the others parting for him under the same power. The magic released him harshly enough that he fell to the first stair.
Three stairs wrapped around the dais, leading to the raised platform draped in red textiles that were woven by machine. Had Yoochun woven them, they would have received more attention, but they were not the main attraction.
The main attraction lay on his back, arms and legs spread. Body encased in bright, magic-infused white cloth, the creature almost glowed in his sensuality. Black hair framed his small face. Crushed obsidian painted around his eyes. His entire body was covered in firm muscles, on display in the see-through clothes. A long, tempting erection pulsed under the fabric. Deep black tattoos gleamed against the tanned skin of his hands, feet and chest. Yoochun knew that more covered his back and thighs. Each tattoo had a combination of gebo, thurisaz, kenaz, and nauthiz, runes of control, sex, and ownership. The creature, the demon, belonged to Changmin, the only one strong enough to control it.
“This is Uknow,” Changmin said, voice caressing Yoochun’s ear in a gravely whisper. “Pretty, isn’t he?”
Yoochun swallowed and nodded. “I am surprised he has clothes on, your Excellence.”
Changmin threw his head back and laughed. “He won’t for long.”
With a few twists of his hands, obsidian chains that had been laying at each corner of the dais twisted around the demon’s wrists and ankles. The chains tightened and stretched the demon out, pulling a whimpering moan from his throat.
Light glimmered from under his skin. His back rose off the dais, body taught, mouth open in a silent scream.
“It’s like pleasure, the feeling, the need, the expectation, is coursing just under his skin,” Changmin said, lips against Yoochun’s ear.
“Do you like that, darling Uknow?” Changmin asked.
The demon gasped, head nodding quickly. “Yes, Master.”
“Uknow is an incubus,” Changmin said, lips again against Yoochun’s earlobe. “He lives on sex, thrives and craves it. Keeping him from release is one of the best ways to control him.”
Yoochun shivered at the thought of being denied release.
Changmin’s heat left Yoochun’s body. He felt momentarily unbalanced and put his hands on the rough textile to keep from falling over. Changmin kneeled between the demon’s spread legs. He lifted his hand. Yoochun hair fluttered in the wind that encased the demon. The white clothes rippled and twisted. The fabric tore, the sound echoing in Yoochun’s ears.
The others shouted encouragement, but it was a drone in Yoochun’s brain. His eyes were trained on the sudden revealed body. Changmin ran his hands over the tattooed skin, whispering spells. The runes glowed, and Uknow bucked up.
Touch him.
Yoochun wasn’t sure if he reached for Uknow’s skin himself, or if it was a spell. He didn’t care. The incubus’s skin was hot under his fingers. He trailed fingertips around his chest to his budded nipples. He crawled up the steps, straddled the demon’s chest and danced his fingertips around his neck and shoulders.
Whispers reached his ears. Whispers that sounded like the creatures from the journey to the mansion. They brushed along his skin. Spells, weak and powerful. Curling and sliding around his body. Skin on skin, heat and wetness. Yoochun tilted his head back, welcoming the brush of darkness and the wisps of chill air.
The body under his writhed, and he looked back down, eyes strangely clear for a moment. The runes still glowed and reached tendrils to his own skin.
The power of the incubus controlled, and just a bit of a whisper would let him loose.
Yoochun shivered. He gripped Uknow’s chest and rubbed his ass on his stomach. Warm fingers trailed up his back and Changmin’s lips landed on his bare shoulder. He had no idea when his clothes had been removed.
The swaths of black whispers encased them and rolled over Yoochun’s skin.
“Do you like him?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun thought the question had been directed at him, but it was Uknow who answered.
“Yes, Master. He’s so ...” Uknow broke off and moaned.
Changmin chuckled. His hand ran around Yoochun’s hip and gripped his erection. “Yes, my darling demon. He is indeed so.”
Yoochun shivered under the touch and the whispers that suddenly increased.
Look at his eyes.
Yoochun met the demon’s agonizing gaze.
The obsidian powder renders his gaze almost useless. Almost. Without it, and with the chains and the tattoos, this demon would have already had you and sucked you free of your life.
Changmin’s fingers spread and jerked. Uknow’s body twisted with each movement.
Let’s have him suck something else, shall we?
He manipulated the demon to just the right position. His mouth opened and shut, licking his lips. Begging. Out loud, but Yoochun didn’t hear him. Only the whispers, the spells, the magic around them. Fingers ran over the demon’s face and a firm hand guided Yoochun’s hips. The demon lifted his head and lapped at Yoochun’s erection. Shuddering, Yoochun sagged against Changmin’s body. He almost came when that mouth closed around the pliant head of his dick, but the magic would not allow it.
“Beautiful between us,” Changmin whispered.
The whispers of darkness solidified, brushing against his skin in inky vines of black, pulsating on his skin. Fingers probed his body, his legs spread further to let them in. His own fingers tangled in the demon’s hair. His cries were swallowed up by the darkness as his hips rolled and pulsed faster, yanking the demon to his body. Firm hands gripped his chest. Soft lips brushed over his shoulder.
Relax, relax and feel me.
Yoochun shivered, and shouted into the darkness as his body was taken, Changmin pressing into him all at once. His cock throbbed in the demon’s throat, and the spells twisted over him again and again. Changmin moved slowly, a sharp contrast to Yoochun’s pulsating need. The darkness buoyed him up. Cradled him and held him, while more pleasure than he’d ever felt thrummed along his body.
A shimmering silver algiz appeared on his thigh, just where Changmin’s hand had been. Yoochun protested being marked, protested and struggled between them.
It is only a protection spell. Once an incubus has tasted you, they will never be satisfied with another. It will protect you from Uknow. Come down Uknow’s throat. Draw him in, and make him addicted. Control. Just another way to control him.
Yoochun thought it was exceptionally cruel, but then the magic tightened and fell away and he found himself on his hands and knees, hips jerking forward, body sweaty, hair wrapped in Changmin’s hand while the magician fucked him from behind. His own erection was sliding ruthlessly in and out of the demon’s mouth.
The men shouted around them and Yoochun’s skin flushed from embarrassment.
A swirl of pleasure ghosted up his back and slipped through his skin.
Come.
Yoochun shut his eyes, his elbows collapsed and he screamed as his body quaked and then exploded. His hips jerked forward with each pulse of his release. The demon moaned and his throat and tongue sucked every last bit of him, swallowing even after he was done coming.
Changmin wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s chest and pulled him up against his chest again. His cock slipped from the demon’s mouth, and Uknow whimpered and twisted and tried to taste it again. With a wave of his hand, Changmin paralyzed the demon, and his eyes flashed with anger. Yoochun leaned his head on Changmin’s shoulder.
Changmin’s fingers traced the rune on his thigh. “Consider this a standing invitation to all of my parties.”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. Lips pressed against his cheek. He became aware again of the men around them and he stiffened.
With another lazy wave of his hand, the room disappeared, and Yoochun found himself in a rather elegant bedroom. Alone.
Never alone. Rest and clean yourself up. I will fetch you when it is time for you to leave.
Yoochun had no idea when that would be, so on very shaky legs, he made his way to the opulent bathing room to clean himself up. Later, lying in the giant bed, he pondered the new mark on his leg. He wondered what was scarier, having a sex demon addicted to your taste and willing to do anything to get it, or being in such good regards with the most powerful magician in the country.
Part 2: Summoned
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun/Uknow, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junsu/Uknow, Yoochun/Hero (in order of appearance)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my dreams and I do not have magic to bind them to me.
Summary: Being favored by a magician has its benefits. But it also has its costs.
A/N: I used the descriptions of runes and their powers from this website http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/galdr.html
Demon!Fic
Part 1:
Shim Changmin was beyond the most powerful magician in the city. If he was your ally, you did not have to worry about anything.
Unless you made him mad.
Yoochun did everything he could not to piss Changmin off, even if that meant going to his lair.
The entrance to Changmin’s mansion was hidden behind illusions of monsters and darkness. You did not gain access unless Changmin wanted you there, and if you tried, you were driven mad. From where Yoochun stood, he could see the turrets and lights from the magician’s mansion, but he knew better than to try to go there himself. Even if he wasn’t on his way to see one of the most powerful magicians in the country, he wouldn’t try to go alone. Changmin lived in a nefarious area of the city, and he controlled most of the creatures and people who made it nefarious. Instead, he waited under the glow of an electric lamp. It was safe in the halo of light. One step outside of it and toward Changmin’s mansion meant getting lost or killed, and possibly going insane.
Yoochun shoved his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. The air was cold, icy fingers trailing over any exposed skin. He shivered and fought nervousness. He’d been to Changmin’s many times, but each instance was different. The magician liked to play tricks, and Yoochun never knew what to expect.
A small shadow curled at the edge of the light, and Yoochun took a steadying breath. The imp, a shadow of darkness itself, would not enter the light. He lifted a heavy foot and stepped out of the safety of the light. The imp led him, moving almost faster than Yoochun could. The imp’s footprints left dots of lights for Yoochun to follow. Darkness permeated his skin and stole his vision. Looking up meant losing his guide. Shadows and whispers caressed his skin. Promises of love and lust and greed. Only the shining footprints and the bulk of his bag on his back gave Yoochun comfort that he had not died nor succumbed to the madness surrounding him.
The first sign of his imminent arrival was the flickering of a torch, but, as Yoochun learned, it could have been nothing more than an illusion. The light grew brighter. The temptation to look at it dragged Yoochun’s gaze up and he hastily looked back down. Only the glowing steps of the imp would lead him to where he needed to go.
A dark shadow flickered and solidified to his left. Yoochun held his breath and continued on. Something was growling. Fear crawled up his neck in the form of brittle fingernails. Each step was a trial, and his feet slugged, dragged down by dark bogs and black mist. The mud lapped at his boots and climbed up his legs. The nightmares buried in Changmin’s darkness were more than a sane man could bear.
But Yoochun was used to it. As much as one could get used to a magician.
The ground beneath Yoochun’s feet went from spongy murky bog to cobbled walkway. The heel of his boot echoed in the sudden silence. Eerie. Serene. Perfect silence. Each breath sounded like a scream.
Goosebumps feathered over his skin. Swirling clouds of black turned grey. And the next step took him into a courtyard. Yoochun stopped, eyes trying to adjust to the sudden torchlight. The imp continued on, and Yoochun forcefully reminded himself that this could be just another illusion. He focused on the fading imp footsteps and hurried after him. Even the stairs they now climbed could be an illusion. Changmin had led him through hours of his tricks before, led him through door after door, rooms full of things to tempt him away.
The imp stopped, signalling the end of the journey. Probably one of the shortest Yoochun had to endure.
Which meant that Changmin had something even more devious inside his house awaiting him.
Their business dealings were just as tremulous as the maze to reach his house. Ten minutes, two weeks. Yoochun never knew.
Changmin paid well. And for that, Yoochun bowed to his whims.
The imp stayed in the shadows of the stone wall enclosing the porch. He circled around it to the door. Yoochun stayed where he was and watched as the imp lifted a scraggly hand and touched the heavy wooden door. A pinpoint of light flared and then disappeared and the imp was gone. The door ground against the stone as it opened, and Yoochun inhaled deeply before stepping closer, over the threshold and into more darkness. His breath sped up, echoing in the dark. He jumped when a single torch flared next to his head. Blinking against the sudden light, Yoochun fought the urge to turn and run. Chances were that the door was gone or obscured, and he’d never get out of what could be just as deadly as outside.
Another torch flared further down the hall.
Yoochun started walking.
Another torch and another, the next up a set of stairs. He followed the cues until he was deep in the labyrinth of hallways and rooms. The walls waved between solid and liquid. The air was cold with one step and too hot on the next. Sections of the floor fell out from under his feet after stepping off them.
After turning a corner, Yoochun sighed in relief. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors stood open. Above the door, carved in the ancient wood, were a series of runes. Yoochun picked out tiwaz for victory and ingwaz for loyalty before turning his attention back to the party. A butler stood just outside the door, back straight, face blank. Music and laughter drifted from inside the room. Light spilled on the intricate rug covering the stone floor. Coming closer, Yoochun saw into the immaculate ballroom. Ornate chandeliers lit with hundreds of candles hung from the ceiling. Torches in wall sconces provided even more light. Against one wall were dozens of tables laden with steaming food.
Servants walked between the guests with sparkling flutes of champagne. The guests were all magicians, mages and wizards, with a few politicians scattered among them. The lessor mages and wizards catered to the whims of the magicians. They were all dressed in folds of garous colored robes, tunics and pants. Slippers and gloves of the finest silk adorned their hands and feet. Jewelry trickled and jingled around their necks.
The butler bowed as Yoochun walked through the doors, and a disembodied voice announced his arrival. Several of the gathered magicians called his name in greeting.
Changmin, conspicuous by his choice of a simple dark robe, smirked at him from across the room and sauntered over to him.
The dark robe seemed plain from afar, but was covered with intricate embroidery. It’d taken Yoochun and his apprentice almost a year to finish the garment to the magician’s satisfaction.
Yoochun bowed deeply, his ponytail falling over his shoulder. “Your Excellence.”
Changmin laughed. “What I just put you through, and you still honor me?”
Yoochun considered his reply and then said, “Your arrogance and your bastardly ways do not mean you don’t deserve to be addressed properly.”
Changmin and the others around him laughed. He clapped Yoochun on the shoulder and dragged him over to the table to eat. “You’ll excuse me from seeing you in this setting.”
Said like Yoochun had a choice.
“I’m leaving the city tomorrow and I don’t know when I’ll be back. After this beautiful silk you and Junsu created, I wanted to commission another one as soon as possible.”
“May I consider this an invitation to the party?” Yoochun asked carefully. Yoochun’s social status was so far below Changmin’s that if it wasn’t for business, he definitely would not have been there. Being able to say that he had been invited to one of the magician’s parties would practically double his social prestige as well as his business.
Changmin pondered him, face blank, and then he smirked. “If you must. First, we eat. And then we’ll talk business.”
A waiter appeared with a plate, and under Changmin’s direction, filled it full of things that Yoochun just had to try. Most of the exoitc food Yoochun never would have had the money to buy.
Changmin led him to the head table and pointed to the cushion to sit on. Yoochun folded his legs and adjusted his tunic. The magicians looked down their noses at him, sniffing in disdain. Yoochun felt his cheeks blush, but did nothing else. He wanted to protest sitting at the head table just as much as the others did, but it was Changmin’s will and Changmin’s way.
Every bite of food was almost too rich for Yoochun’s palette. His meals consisted of rice and kimchi. Meat was a luxury after a major sale. The fruits were sweet, the meats savory, the desserts almost too decadent. He’d only had chocolate once before in his life.
And he drank too much wine.
The music and laughter grew louder as the night went on.
“Let’s see what you have for me today,” Changmin said and snagged Yoochun’s bag from the floor. He dug around in it and pulled out all the sample swatches. “I’ve already seen all these.”
The hair on Yoochun’s arms stood up at the obvious disapproval. He swallowed and said, “Yes, I know. There are more samples. There are swatches of silk that just arrived.”
“From the North?”
“Of course.”
Changmin pulled out the swatch in questions.
“The properties of the new silk work well with the integrity of the cashmere,” Yoochun said, pulling the two together. “It’ll create a stronger casting bubble and keep the wearer protected from elemental spells.”
Changmin nodded and used his fingers to test each silk sample.
Yoochun stayed silent as Changmin inspected each new piece of silk. Swirls of magic tested their compatibility and their strengths. A deep red one caught his magic in a twist of blue and green approval. Changmin looked up, the command unspoken. Yoochun quickly removed that swath of silk from the others and handed it to him. He inspected it more carefully.
Swallowing deeply, Yoochun took a chance and opened his case of needles and thread. He pulled out an obsidian needle and a spool of silver-silk thread. He asked for the cloth back and reluctantly and curiously, Changmin gave it to him. With a deep breath, Yoochun started stitching, first enclosing the edges of the cloth, and then moving to the middle.
“Any symbol you like will strengthen the cloth contained within the border of the thread,” Yoochun managed. He’d decided before coming here that he would sew eihwaz, a simple protection rune, but changed his mind last minute. He blamed the wine for the needle and his fingers quickly creating kenaz, the rune for love, sex, desire.
Fire.
His cheeks flushed as he added jera to provide comfort and harmony, the three things most people wished for in a relationship. The runes didn’t mean much without a spell behind them, but just the idea of what that cloth could do in the hand of a magician almost kept Yoochun from handing it back to Changmin.
Changmin snatched it from his hands as soon as he was done. He ran his fingertip over the silver thread and it glowed. Latin tumbled from Changmin’s lips and energy twisted down Yoochun’s spine. In a daze, Yoochun watched the cloth come closer to this arm, and he half wanted to stop it and half didn’t. The spell Changmin used was not harsh, and the cloth danced over his skin. It felt like fingers were caressing him. Fingers that were connected to every pleasure and erogenous center in his body. His head tilted back, mouth open. The urge to orgasm pulsed through his body. His hips lifted from the divan and his hands fell to the floor to support him.
The cloth danced down his chest. Yoochun sighed as the passion waved around him. Teasing and intense.
“Fantastic,” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun inhaled and said, “Let me ... go, and ...” His hips continued to rise and fall while the cloth moved down his stomach. Even through his clothes, it was the most sensual touch he’d had in a long time.
Changmin snagged the cloth from the air, and Yoochun was able to breathe again. His body thrummed with passion. It took another moment to regain control of his limbs, and carefully, he retrieved a swatch of deep gray cashmere. It was one that Changmin had previously rejected. Yoochun broke the enchantment of the runes on the silk and quickly added the cashmere, uniting the two with a mixture of silver-laden and cashmere thread. He felt the conflicting fabrics knit together under the silver, and knew by the look on his face that Changmin saw it too. Yoochun expanded the runes to the new cloth and closed the symbols in their silver boundary. He gave the cloth back to Changmin.
Changmin immediately repeated the simple spells to activate the runes, and Yoochun almost came just from the aftereffects. He wasn’t the only one around the table to moan.
“Amazing,” Changmin said. “When did you discover this?”
“Last week,” Yoochun managed to reply.
“I said I was leaving the city. I’ll be back in about a month. Is it possible to have something by then?”
Yoochun smiled and said, “It depends on what you want.”
Changmin’s eyes darkened and the magic in the cloth pulsed. Yoochun felt frozen in its power, and the cloth hadn’t even touched him yet. This would make Changmin even more powerful, and though Yoochun was terrified at that thought, that power would not be used against Yoochun. Changmin’s loyalties were absolute from his end.
“Scarves,” Changmin said. “Different colors, different runes, different talents.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll have enough done that you can look at them and tell me what else you require.”
Changmin ended the spell and Yoochun took the cloth and removed the boundary, rendering the runes useless.
“Your talents are not worthy of your rank,” Changmin said. “Stay for the rest of the party.”
Yoochun nodded. “Of course, your Excellence.”
The rest of the party meant more wine and more food. Others finally talked to him only after Changmin’s approval. Yoochun continued to feel out of place, but not nearly as strongly as before.
“Gentlemen,” Changmin voice rang out around the room. “If you would gather around the dais, I have a special treat for you this evening.”
Yoochun hung back from the surge of bodies until Changmin noticed. He waved his hand and Yoochun was tugged to the front, the others parting for him under the same power. The magic released him harshly enough that he fell to the first stair.
Three stairs wrapped around the dais, leading to the raised platform draped in red textiles that were woven by machine. Had Yoochun woven them, they would have received more attention, but they were not the main attraction.
The main attraction lay on his back, arms and legs spread. Body encased in bright, magic-infused white cloth, the creature almost glowed in his sensuality. Black hair framed his small face. Crushed obsidian painted around his eyes. His entire body was covered in firm muscles, on display in the see-through clothes. A long, tempting erection pulsed under the fabric. Deep black tattoos gleamed against the tanned skin of his hands, feet and chest. Yoochun knew that more covered his back and thighs. Each tattoo had a combination of gebo, thurisaz, kenaz, and nauthiz, runes of control, sex, and ownership. The creature, the demon, belonged to Changmin, the only one strong enough to control it.
“This is Uknow,” Changmin said, voice caressing Yoochun’s ear in a gravely whisper. “Pretty, isn’t he?”
Yoochun swallowed and nodded. “I am surprised he has clothes on, your Excellence.”
Changmin threw his head back and laughed. “He won’t for long.”
With a few twists of his hands, obsidian chains that had been laying at each corner of the dais twisted around the demon’s wrists and ankles. The chains tightened and stretched the demon out, pulling a whimpering moan from his throat.
Light glimmered from under his skin. His back rose off the dais, body taught, mouth open in a silent scream.
“It’s like pleasure, the feeling, the need, the expectation, is coursing just under his skin,” Changmin said, lips against Yoochun’s ear.
“Do you like that, darling Uknow?” Changmin asked.
The demon gasped, head nodding quickly. “Yes, Master.”
“Uknow is an incubus,” Changmin said, lips again against Yoochun’s earlobe. “He lives on sex, thrives and craves it. Keeping him from release is one of the best ways to control him.”
Yoochun shivered at the thought of being denied release.
Changmin’s heat left Yoochun’s body. He felt momentarily unbalanced and put his hands on the rough textile to keep from falling over. Changmin kneeled between the demon’s spread legs. He lifted his hand. Yoochun hair fluttered in the wind that encased the demon. The white clothes rippled and twisted. The fabric tore, the sound echoing in Yoochun’s ears.
The others shouted encouragement, but it was a drone in Yoochun’s brain. His eyes were trained on the sudden revealed body. Changmin ran his hands over the tattooed skin, whispering spells. The runes glowed, and Uknow bucked up.
Touch him.
Yoochun wasn’t sure if he reached for Uknow’s skin himself, or if it was a spell. He didn’t care. The incubus’s skin was hot under his fingers. He trailed fingertips around his chest to his budded nipples. He crawled up the steps, straddled the demon’s chest and danced his fingertips around his neck and shoulders.
Whispers reached his ears. Whispers that sounded like the creatures from the journey to the mansion. They brushed along his skin. Spells, weak and powerful. Curling and sliding around his body. Skin on skin, heat and wetness. Yoochun tilted his head back, welcoming the brush of darkness and the wisps of chill air.
The body under his writhed, and he looked back down, eyes strangely clear for a moment. The runes still glowed and reached tendrils to his own skin.
The power of the incubus controlled, and just a bit of a whisper would let him loose.
Yoochun shivered. He gripped Uknow’s chest and rubbed his ass on his stomach. Warm fingers trailed up his back and Changmin’s lips landed on his bare shoulder. He had no idea when his clothes had been removed.
The swaths of black whispers encased them and rolled over Yoochun’s skin.
“Do you like him?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun thought the question had been directed at him, but it was Uknow who answered.
“Yes, Master. He’s so ...” Uknow broke off and moaned.
Changmin chuckled. His hand ran around Yoochun’s hip and gripped his erection. “Yes, my darling demon. He is indeed so.”
Yoochun shivered under the touch and the whispers that suddenly increased.
Look at his eyes.
Yoochun met the demon’s agonizing gaze.
The obsidian powder renders his gaze almost useless. Almost. Without it, and with the chains and the tattoos, this demon would have already had you and sucked you free of your life.
Changmin’s fingers spread and jerked. Uknow’s body twisted with each movement.
Let’s have him suck something else, shall we?
He manipulated the demon to just the right position. His mouth opened and shut, licking his lips. Begging. Out loud, but Yoochun didn’t hear him. Only the whispers, the spells, the magic around them. Fingers ran over the demon’s face and a firm hand guided Yoochun’s hips. The demon lifted his head and lapped at Yoochun’s erection. Shuddering, Yoochun sagged against Changmin’s body. He almost came when that mouth closed around the pliant head of his dick, but the magic would not allow it.
“Beautiful between us,” Changmin whispered.
The whispers of darkness solidified, brushing against his skin in inky vines of black, pulsating on his skin. Fingers probed his body, his legs spread further to let them in. His own fingers tangled in the demon’s hair. His cries were swallowed up by the darkness as his hips rolled and pulsed faster, yanking the demon to his body. Firm hands gripped his chest. Soft lips brushed over his shoulder.
Relax, relax and feel me.
Yoochun shivered, and shouted into the darkness as his body was taken, Changmin pressing into him all at once. His cock throbbed in the demon’s throat, and the spells twisted over him again and again. Changmin moved slowly, a sharp contrast to Yoochun’s pulsating need. The darkness buoyed him up. Cradled him and held him, while more pleasure than he’d ever felt thrummed along his body.
A shimmering silver algiz appeared on his thigh, just where Changmin’s hand had been. Yoochun protested being marked, protested and struggled between them.
It is only a protection spell. Once an incubus has tasted you, they will never be satisfied with another. It will protect you from Uknow. Come down Uknow’s throat. Draw him in, and make him addicted. Control. Just another way to control him.
Yoochun thought it was exceptionally cruel, but then the magic tightened and fell away and he found himself on his hands and knees, hips jerking forward, body sweaty, hair wrapped in Changmin’s hand while the magician fucked him from behind. His own erection was sliding ruthlessly in and out of the demon’s mouth.
The men shouted around them and Yoochun’s skin flushed from embarrassment.
A swirl of pleasure ghosted up his back and slipped through his skin.
Come.
Yoochun shut his eyes, his elbows collapsed and he screamed as his body quaked and then exploded. His hips jerked forward with each pulse of his release. The demon moaned and his throat and tongue sucked every last bit of him, swallowing even after he was done coming.
Changmin wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s chest and pulled him up against his chest again. His cock slipped from the demon’s mouth, and Uknow whimpered and twisted and tried to taste it again. With a wave of his hand, Changmin paralyzed the demon, and his eyes flashed with anger. Yoochun leaned his head on Changmin’s shoulder.
Changmin’s fingers traced the rune on his thigh. “Consider this a standing invitation to all of my parties.”
Yoochun smiled and nodded. Lips pressed against his cheek. He became aware again of the men around them and he stiffened.
With another lazy wave of his hand, the room disappeared, and Yoochun found himself in a rather elegant bedroom. Alone.
Never alone. Rest and clean yourself up. I will fetch you when it is time for you to leave.
Yoochun had no idea when that would be, so on very shaky legs, he made his way to the opulent bathing room to clean himself up. Later, lying in the giant bed, he pondered the new mark on his leg. He wondered what was scarier, having a sex demon addicted to your taste and willing to do anything to get it, or being in such good regards with the most powerful magician in the country.
Part 2: Summoned
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