As You Wish [2/?]

[midge62680]

Title: As You Wish [2/?]
Author: moi! (Midge62680)
Rating: PG to NC-17
Pairing: Vam, possible others
Summary:  "You shall no longer be the one making the wishes, my sweet fallen prince, but rather, the one who grants them."
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, don't sue.  This is a fanfic, as in FICTION!
Previous Chapters (follow the links): http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3262386.html#cutid1

A/N: I love you all sweethearts! Thanks for the lovely comments and for spurring me on to get this up ASAP! Happy reading earthlings! <3

Bam moaned as he slowly opened his eyes, a thick curtain of lashes fluttering in front of his luminous azure orbs as he fought against the urge to go back to sleep.  He stretched his limbs, and noted that he had some how made his way back onto his bed, and under the covers.  His mind still clouded and groggy, the skater rubbed his eyes as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.  “I must be sick…or dreaming…or drank something funny on the flight,” he mumbled to himself.  “I’ve gotta ask Ry tomorrow if he slipped something in my drink on the way back over here-“

“I can assure you that you were not poisoned in any way Master,” the velvet voice from Bam’s ‘dream’ answered, and those blue eyes flew open as Bam shot up in bed and gasped.

“You…you…oh God I’m hallucinating!” He cried as he rubbed his eyes, trying to make the captivating image before him disappear.

A man, at the most his own age, sat perched on the wood dresser across from the foot of Bam’s bed.  He was tall, with pale skin as smooth as porcelain, and his mane of chocolate brown ringlets framed the delicate features of his face as their length barely brushed the top of his shoulders.  However, it was the man’s eyes that caught Bam’s attention right away; they were the most stunning shade of green that he had ever seen, and seemed to bore into the skater’s very soul.  Not even the man’s odd attire -- black, tight-fitting breaches that hugged the man’s lower half like a second skin, and the billowy, white poet’s blouse that hung over his slender frame -- could distract Bam’s attention from the hypnotic gaze of those jade orbs.  A hint of kohl liner rimmed the man’s enormous eyes, and Bam could swear that, if given the time, he could stare at them for hours on end.  The man’s plump, reddened lips curved into a tiny smile as he spoke the stunned skater once again.

“You were neither poisoned nor are you hallucinating Master; you were merely shocked by my sudden appearance…it is a reaction that I have become quite accustomed to by now,” the man explained as he crossed one leg over the other and rested his hands, the right over his left, on top of his knees.  If Bam had viewed the sight from afar, he would have thought that he was looking at a woman.

“Who…who are you?” Bam asked, bewildered.  “And how did I wind up in my bed? And why in the world do you keep calling me Master?”

“‘Who am I’” is not the question that you should be asking,” the mysterious gentleman answered, uncrossing his legs before pulling them up on the dresser so that he now sat cross-legged.  “The question you should be asking Master is ‘what am I.’”

Bam swallowed hard, contemplating the various answers he could receive to that question.  Burglar; kidnapper; rapist…the skater broke out into a cold sweat as the numerous options floated around in his head.  Looking up at the strange man, Bam ran his tongue across his dry lips before speaking.  “Okay…um…what are you?”

The beautiful stranger raised his head and smiled a bit before speaking.  “I am your humble servant,” he answered as stood and bowed deeply.

Bam raised an eyebrow, and chortled at the answer he received.  “Servant? Um, I’m not quite following you here; how are you my servant?”

“I am your servant because you are my Master,” the “servant” answered simply.

“And how am I your Master?”

“Because you own me, Master.”

“And how do I ‘own’ you,” Bam asked, now completely confused.

The stranger cocked his head to the side in puzzlement.  “You bought the lamp, did you not?”

Bam rolled his eyes.  Back to the damn lamp again, huh? What’s with this freaking lamp…he mused before answering.  “Yes, I did.”

“And you are therefore the owner of it, are you not?” The green-eyed beauty asked.

“Yes…” Bam said as he nodded his head slowly, thinking that perhaps the man was mentally handicapped.

“Well, therefore, you own me.  I am your servant, and you are my Master!” The stranger announced, seemingly satisfied with the course of logic that had just taken place.

Bam threw his hands up in frustration. He’s a loony; somehow, a loony followed me home from the airport.  Perhaps if I play along, I can ‘order’ him to go away the skater pondered before speaking again.  “And what kind of servant are you exactly?”

The expression on the green-eyed man’s face suddenly took a dark turn, and Bam noticed that he seemed to be disturbed by the question.  Unexpectedly, the skater felt badly for having clearly upset the stranger, and he sighed.  “I’m sorry if my question hurt  you-“

“-oh, no, you have not offended me Master,” the striking man interrupted, the dark shadow over his face disappearing almost as quickly as it had appeared.  “I was just realizing that I have not heard the word for what I am in your language for quite some time now…” his voice trailed off as Bam instinctively knew the man was lying, but decided to let it be; a simple language barrier doesn’t cause someone to look that upset…I guess everyone is entitled to their secrets, even loonies he thought as the stranger began to speak again, his rich, accented voice sending shivers down Bam’s spine.

“I have many titles, in many languages.  In Arabia they would call me djinni; in the Holy Land, the Hebrews would call me magan; in my own native language, some would call me haltija, while others would refer to me as pullon henki.   For some reason I cannot remember what those who speak English would call me, but I believe that I can translate pullon henki for you if you like…”

Bam nodded hesitantly, recognizing those last two foreign words as sounding oddly like the Finnish he had been surrounded by 24/7 on his trip.  The skater felt his pulse race slightly, finding that he was almost afraid of hearing that melodious voice float from between those plump, reddened lips again.  The stranger was having a odd affect on him, and he wasn’t so sure that it was a bad thing…

The “servant” shifted a bit on his feet before looking at Bam.  He found that his new Master’s brilliant blue eyes met his green ones with such an intense stare that it almost paralyzed his very being.  The stranger cleared his throat, and broke from his Master’s gaze, casting his eyes downward before speaking again. “Pullon henki very simply translates to ‘spirit of the bottle’ Master; that is what I am.”

Bam’s jaw dropped, and his mind raced to wrap itself around the words that had just came out of that beautiful mouth.  “‘Spirit of the bottle…’” the skater repeated, the translation provided for him finally sinking in. “You’re…you’re a genie?” He whispered, hardly believing what he was saying.

“Yes! That’s the word I was looking for: genie!” The man replied as he laughed at himself, each chuckle coming in a series of distinctive hiccups that Bam immediately found endearing.  “I am a genie, as you said; more specifically, I am your genie, and hence, you are my Master,” the stranger finished, bowing deeply once again.

Shaking his head, Bam slid off the bed and cautiously crept over to where the genie was standing in the middle of his room.  He walked around him in a circle, taking in every inch of the mesmerizing beauty, as well has formulating what he wanted to say next.  Those magnetic green eyes followed Bam as he circled around the genie, and after a few moments of observation, the skater stood before the man and spoke.

“Prove it to me,” the blue-eyed boy finally said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Excuse me?” The genie answered, eyes going wide with surprise.

“Prove to me that you are what you say you are; I dunno…can’t you do a trick or something that’ll show me you’re not lying?” Bam asked, needing confirmation that the man that was standing in the middle of his room wasn’t lying.

The genie frowned.  “You take me for a charlatan, don’t you?” He asked sadly, pouting ever-so slightly.

Upon seeing the fleshy lower lip of the genie’s mouth puff out in his disappointment, Bam felt his heart melt in his chest.  “No,” he said, resisting the urge to huge the man.  “I…I just want to make sure, ya know?”

The genie snorted as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest, mirroring his Master’s stance.  “No, I don’t know, but my purpose is to serve you Master, so I will comply with your request,” the jade-eyed beauty answered as he stepped back from Bam and looked around the room.  Taking note of the skate decks displayed on the walls, the genie turned to his Master and pointed.  “What are those?” He asked, curious as to their purpose.

“They’re skate decks,” Bam answered, and seeing the confused expression on the genie’s face, continued with his explanation.  “You attach these wheels to the bottom of it and stand on it, and you can roll around on it and do tricks,” he finished, avoiding those beautiful green orbs.

“And why do you have so many?” The genie asked, head cocked to the side in curiosity.

“It’s what I do for a living; I’m a skateboarder -- I ride one and do tricks on it -- it’s my job,” Bam said.

“Do you make good money doing it?”

The skater blushed before answering.  “Yeah, I guess I do…I’m kinda famous for it.”

“Hmm…” the genie replied, seeming to have finally grasped what the skate decks were for.  “Bring me your favorite skate…board, I believe you called it,” the stranger commanded, and Bam complied.  Crossing the room, he picked up his board that he had brought with him to Finland for the demo there; it was his favorite board, and somehow always seemed to bring him good luck.

“Here you go,” he mumbled, handing the board over to the genie.

“And you are sure that this is your favorite, the most prized one?” The beauty queried, looking at his Master questioningly.

“Yup, it sure is!”

“Good,” the genie replied, and with that, he placed the skateboard on the floor, raised one bent leg up to his chest, and with a force Bam would have never guessed the slender-looking male had, brought his foot down square in the middle of the board, snapping it in two with a loud crack.

“WHAT THE FUCK ASSHOLE?!?! YOU JUST BROKE IT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!” Bam cried out in the aftermath of the genie’s actions, hurriedly snatching the two pieces up off of the floor.   The boy’s face flushed red with anger, and he was about to lung forward to strangle the man…that was, until the genie raised a hand up in front of him and spoke.

“You asked for a display of my abilities, did you not?” He responded calmly, finding himself slightly amused by his Master’s love for an inanimate object.

“Yes…” Bam answered through gritted teeth.

“Then have some patience Master, my demonstration is not complete yet,” the genie cooed as he took the broken board from Bam’s shaking hands and placed it back on the floor in front of them.

His emerald eyes seemed to darken a bit as he stared at the board; without warning, he snapped his fingers, and the two pieces of the board jumped into the air before Bam’s eyes.  Gasping, he watched as the genie raised his hands in front of him, palms facing the two pieces of the board.  Slowly, the genie brought his hands together into a praying position, and the two ends of the board followed, coming into contact with each other as the genie’s hands did the same.  Turning towards Bam, he smiled at the skater as he looked into his eyes, those blue pools wide with wonderment.  Never breaking their gaze, the genie once again snapped his fingers, and the board fell to the ground, landing with a soft thud.

“Well?” The genie asked, gesturing towards the board.

The skater opened and closed his mouth a few times before speaking.  “Well, what?”

The genie chuckled, his hiccupping laugh making Bam’s heart skip a beat.  “Well, go take a look at your precious board; I think you will find that it is restored to it’s original state,” he said as he took as step back away from Bam and leaned on the dresser.  Noticing a pack of cigarettes laying next to him, his slender fingers removed one from the pack, slipped it between his lips, and he used the lighter on the other side of him to light the cigarette.  The genie smiled and slowly blew out a lung-full of smoke as he watched Bam examine his board with astonishment.

“It’s…it’s as good as new!  Even the scratches on it are gone…it looks just like it did the day I bought it!” The skater declared as he alternated between staring at the board, and staring at the genie.

“Are you satisfied with my abilities now Master?” He asked, stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray next to him.

Bam nodded frantically, hardly believing what he had just witnessed.  “I’m sorry I doubted you,” he apologized to the genie, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“That’s quite alright Master; it is not my purpose to question, only to serve,” the genie responded as he bent his head in a display of obedience.

The skater cleared his throat before speaking again.  “So, um…how does this work exactly?” he asked the genie, curious as to the logistics of “owning” a genie.

“It is rather simple; I am your servant, and you are my Master.  My purpose is to serve you for the remainder of my time with you,” the genie answered, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“And what exactly does that mean?” Bam quizzed “his genie,” not quite sure how to go about being one’s Master.

“Well, I am your genie.  The rules are thus: as long as the lamp is in your possession, I belong to you.  I am bound to the lamp, and therefore bound to the owner of it.  If at any point you gift the lamp to another, or sell it, I will leave your service for theirs as I am bound to do.  The other stipulation is this: although I can perform tiny magical services such as the one you just witnessed without limit, you are only entitled to three major requests of my services-“

“-you mean wishes?!?” Bam interrupted, and he watched as the genie cringed at the word ‘wishes.’

“Yes Master, wishes, but please do not think that you need to say ‘I wish…’ All you need to say is ‘Genie, I command you to do my bidding, and my bidding is…’ and inform me of what it is that you would like, and I will perform the task at hand.  It is important that you know that if you use up all three of your major requests, I will automatically return to the lamp, and the lamp will disappear forever from your ownership.  These are the magical laws that I am bound by,” the genie finished, nodding his head for effect.

“And what exactly qualifies as a ‘major request?’” Bam asked, out of curiosity more than anything.

The genie sighed.  “Interruptions in time and space, such as going back in history, seeing the future, making others bend to do your will; those are the types of things.  Do not fret though; if you make such a request, I am required to alert you to the fact that you will be using one of your three major commands, and therefore give you the chance to reconsider.  Oh, and Master, just so you know, yes, I am immortal, but no, I cannot bring a living thing, human or otherwise, back from the other side.  It is strictly forbidden, and cannot be done.”    He finished as he reached for another cigarette, lighting it this time with a simple snap of his fingers.

Bam shook his head, not quite sure that he had actually seen the genie light his cigarette as he did, but decided that it was a trivial thing; apparently, there was the potential for a lot of bewilderment being the Master of a real and true genie.  Suddenly feeling extraordinarily tired, the skater yawned, and made his way back to the bed, sinking into the mattress with delight.  Pulling the covers up around him as he sat in bed, he looked at the genie and realized that he had another question.

“What do I call you?” He asked, noting that the genie had never told him his name.

“Genie, Master; you may call me genie,” the beauty answered as he finished his cigarette.

“No,” Bam protested, “you real name; you have one, right?”

The genie frowned, and the skater did the same when he saw that dark expression descend once again on those beautiful features.  “No one has called me by my proper name in centuries…it has not crossed my lips in quite some time…” he whispered softly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.  The genie looked up at his Master, and the boy motioned for him to come and sit on the mattress next to him.  Moving tentatively across the room, the genie sat cross-legged on the side of the bed opposite from his Master, and smiled sadly.

Bam sighed, and smiled at the man next to him.  “Okay, I’ll make you a deal: I can’t stand you calling me ‘Master’ all the time -- it’s creeping me out to be honest -- and I refuse to walk around calling you ‘genie’ everywhere we go, so I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” the skater finished, satisfied with his proposition.

The genie grinned warmly at him and giggled.  “You are unlike any other Master that I have had; if it is your wish for me to call you by your proper name then I will do so.”

“Good!” the boy declared, happy that he had won out over ‘tradition.’  “The name is Bam, um…” his voice trailed off as he extended a hand to the genie, realizing that he still didn’t know the mysterious creature’s name.

“Ville…my name is Ville,” the genie answered softly as he took the hand that Bam extended towards him and shook it.  He felt his breath hitch in his chest as their hands made contact, and he pushed it to the side.  No! He is your Master, and you are his servant, even if he is being extraordinarily kind in not treating you like a pet dog the genie thought as he looked into his Master’s crystal clear cerulean eyes.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Ville; and now, it’s time for me to get some rest,” Bam said drowsily, and was startled when the genie jumped up off the bed and made a bee-line for the lamp where it lay on the floor.   “What the fuck are you doing?” The skater asked the genie.

“You wish to retire; my place is in the lamp until you summon me once more,” the genie answered as he stood up from the floor with the lamp in hand.

“No, it isn’t; I’ll make the guest room up for you tomorrow and for tonight you can sleep in here with me.  There’s plenty of room in this bed for at least four people, and I’ll stay on my side and you stay on your side and it’ll be fine,” Bam concluded as he snuggled down under the covers.  “Now, put that damned lamp on top of the dresser or something and go to sleep,” he said as he yawned.

“As you wish Master,” the genie said softly as he tiptoed over to the bed and lay down on top of the covers.  He nearly jumped through the ceiling when Bam’s hand shot out from under the covers and firmly grabbed onto his wrist.

“What did I tell you about that Master bullshit, huh?”

“I’m sorry Mas-I mean…Bam…”

The skater sighed.  “Much better!  Damn I’m tired…good night Ville,” Bam mumbled as he started to fall back asleep.

“Sleep well Bam,” the genie whispered as the sound of his Master’s quiet breathing lulled him to sleep.

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A word etmology (sp?) lesson/translations for you all darlings:

Genie: haltija (spector; spirit); (Finnish)
djinni (spirit); (Arabic)
magan (shield); (Hebrew; doubles as a term for 'genie.'  It is interesting to note that the second half of the word, gan, means "fenced-in place," hence, magan meaning 'spirit of the fenced-in place,' aka 'genie.'

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