Vision Quest (24 page)

"So ... this is what you used to do?"

Blaze nodded, and when the little guy in his hands got too demanding, he lifted it to his face. Arik grunted, clearly unsure about this, but Blaze calmly let the fire kiss away the tears. They vanished in tiny puffs of steam.

"So you listen to it? Hear the future?" Arik asked.

"Sometimes. Usually, we ask it to cleanse. Or, well. We did."

"Cleanse?"

"Disease. Sadness." Blaze paused. "Evil."

"You can ... heal with it?"

"I could. I can." Blaze sighed, remembering his prayer and his promise. "I think I will again. But it also ..."

An avalanche of memory thundered through Blaze. Doru, beneath him. Doru, above him. Doru laughing. Crying. Calling to heaven in pleasure. The fire in Blaze's hands got the idea and flickered brighter.

Yes! Yes-yes. Oh yes. Can we?

The fire painted a hundred pictures for Blaze in a heartbeat, and Blaze shivered, cock filling. He scooped out more fire, had a fast discussion about what it couldn't do or burn or hurt, and Blaze put the fireball on the floor.

"Are you sure that's a good—" Arik began, but didn't get to finish. Blaze pulled Arik to him while around them, the fire formed a ring.

"Yes,
dragul meu,
I am very sure."

The kiss was similar to the hundreds that had come before it, but different, too. Because when Arik's lips pressed to his, Blaze felt the pressure and the spark with every inch of his restored being. And when Arik's mouth opened and tongue slid against his, Blaze moaned for the sheer slip-slick-touch sensation of it. The safe place he'd stayed within his own body had been protection but also a dampener; a cell. Unleashed from his prison, everything was richer and more vibrant, and when Arik pulled away to cry out a broken groan, Blaze suspected he wasn't the only one who felt the difference, the closeness, the intensity.

"The. .. oh God, the ..." Arik panted, and Blaze kissed Arik's throat, collarbone, and chest. He sucked a nipple between his teeth, and Arik arched. Arik's fingers dug into Blaze's hair, and Blaze hastily undid Arik's belt and fly, dying for full-body contact. The fire skipped backward when Arik had to lie down to yank off his pants and socks, and the curtain of flame parted when Blaze tossed the clothing beyond the ring.

"Is that going to ... set off smoke alarms or ..." Arik gulped.

Blaze chuckled throatily, wrapping himself around Arik. "No," he said, burying his face against Arik's neck and suckling at the skin. Arik caressed Blaze's back, ass, and thigh, and Blaze shoved against the floor, rolling. Blaze hovered over Arik and grinned. "Trust me?"

"Entirely," Arik said, so seriously that Blaze kissed his nose to make him laugh.

"Good." Blaze beckoned to the fire, more to warn Arik than out of communicative necessity, and the ring crept across the floor. He scooped a handful of flame, murmured his intentions, and slowly lowered his hand toward Arik. Breathing faster, Arik watched the descent, and his grip on Blaze's hip tightened. Blaze tipped his hand, carefully spilling the fire so it brushed Arik, and when it did, Arik gasped.

"Holy—!"

"I know."

Arik's eyes were wide open. His lips parted in a silent,
Oh.
And it took a second, but the concentrated
punct luminos
traveled through the flame and into Blaze's hand. It tingled like his hand was the embodiment of pleasure on the cusp of release. Blaze gritted his teeth and slid the fire down the center of Arik's chest and stomach.

"Oh my God ... oh my ... fucking ..." Arik's lower body lifted off the floor in a controlled thrash. "God! How ... why?"

"I don't know," Blaze said. He had mercy and took the fire away, though it complained about it. Arik blinked up at Blaze, dazed. "Going theory is that since my magic is fire-based, and it is the magic that makes the spark between myself and others, that adding the raw element to the mix intensifies it tenfold."

"Tenfold?" Arik wheezed. "Try a hundred. Fold. God."

"So you like it?" Blaze asked.

"Yeah."

"Want more?"

Arik's eyelids lowered to half-mast. "... yeah."

"Good." Blaze popped the fire into his mouth, shifted so he was between Arik's legs, and planted a Fire-fueled kiss to Arik's hipbone. Arik wrapped his arms around Blaze's head, breath held and body taut. After a few seconds, he grew accustomed to the heat-tingle in the kiss, loosening his grip, and Blaze licked a line to the base of Arik's cock.

"Oh God ... oh fuck ... oh God," Arik mumbled. Blaze nosed the thick curls in warning, and he rolled his eyes to watch Arik's face as he began to mouth Arik's shaft. Arik's head tipped side to side, and he got a death grip in Blaze's hair and on Blaze's shoulder. Around them, the fire snuck closer, wanting nothing more than to keep this man warm and safe and happy. Blaze shuddered with dual consciousness, and, when he took the head of Arik's dick into his mouth, he went slow and gentle. The sizzle-burn would do the work, and it took some getting used to, if Blaze remembered right.

Above Blaze, Arik whimpered and trapped the sounds behind pressed lips. His skin was feverish to the touch, sweaty beneath Blaze's palms, and Blaze so-so-carefully swallowed Arik's length and rose so-so-slowly back up. Arik's foot planted itself on the floor with a slam. His heel dug into the rug. His pelvis rocked toward Blaze, but after the third trip down, Arik wrenched Blaze off of him. Arik pulled Blaze up until they were nose to nose, and Blaze saw the split second of fearless decisiveness that allowed Arik to kiss Blaze with a mouthful of fire.

"God," Arik whispered.

"Arik ..."

"So ..."

"Good.
Oh.
"

They held one another, touching, gripping, kissing, finding friction anywhere they could. Blaze blew the fire off his tongue, and Arik relaxed beneath and against him when their lips met again. Soon the body tease was too much for either to take, and at the same time, they made room, each grasping the other's cock and stroking it. They swallowed and tasted each other's moans, sucked on lips, nibbled on ears, and Blaze willed himself to occupy the same space as Arik; to be the same.

Arik rolled them. Blaze braced an arm across Arik's shoulders, and he pushed the fingers of his spare hand between Arik's ass cheeks. Arik sucked a gasp against the shell of Blaze's ear. "Fire," Arik said, aroused and urgent and hushed. "Use it there, Blaze, please ... use it ..."

Blaze found Arik's mouth. He kissed Arik senseless, urging Arik to keep rolling against him. He knew the fire had found his hand when the warmth and spark ignited his skin, and he nudged Arik's asshole with a flaming touch.

"
Shit!"
Arik sank his teeth into Blaze's ear, moaning. Blaze lifted his hand to his mouth, coated his fingers with spit, and returned fingers and fire to flexing hole. He pushed inside, and Arik cried out, full-throated. Arik's body sucked Blaze deeper, and Arik, as though reading Blaze's wishes, propped himself up and above Blaze. Arik locked his elbows, and Blaze used one hand to fuck Arik and the other to stroke him. Arik's eyes rolled beneath their lids, and groans spilled on every one of his breathy exhales.

"Frumuseţ,
" Blaze said in awe of the gorgeous sight of Arik lost and wanting.

"
Te ...
" Arik swallowed and got his eyes open and down on Blaze. "
Te iubesc."

"I love you, too," Blaze said, and he guided Arik with both hands higher until Arik straddled Blaze's face. He engulfed Arik's cock with a soft sigh, and he groaned when Arik fell forward. Arik caught himself with a hand and forearm, and Blaze fucked Arik's ass with two fingers, pushing Arik deeper into Blaze's mouth with every slide home. Arik rolled and bucked, entire body tensing and flexing. His noises were deafening, and Blaze relaxed, ready to welcome Arik's cum with a few heartfelt, greedy swallows.

Instead, however, Arik stood. On shaky legs he stumbled a handful of steps, and he fell to his knees before Blaze really understood what had just happened. Arik manhandled Blaze over so Blaze was on his belly, and Arik caught Blaze between the legs by the cock at the same time Arik's tongue lapped across Blaze's entrance.

Blaze slurred in Romanian about events and their unfairness, but the words dissolved into low cries of need. Arik licked, teased, and plunged.

"
Dracu ... 'Îmi place
...
oooh ... fuck yes ..."

"Like that?" Arik asked, kissing square over Blaze's ring so the hint of suction would make Blaze tremble.

"Yeah ..." Blaze gulped on a dry throat. "Faster,
Iubire ...
Please ... Please ..."

Arik moaned, and the vibration made Blaze answer in kind. Arik tugged on Blaze's cock, twisting his fist and smearing precum until he finally smacked Blaze smartly on the ass. "Your fire," Arik said, with a rich, wicked husk. "I want to fuck you with it. Can I?"

"Y-yeah," Blaze stammered. "Yes. I can ..." He turned his head and knocked it against the floor to regain some sense. It didn't work. "Oh God."

"Will it burn through latex?" Arik asked.

"I ..." It took more effort than usual to speak through confusion and arousal. "I can ask it not to?" The statement came out as a question.

"Don't move." Arik got up, one hand stroking himself. He hesitated, but the fire ring broke and lit his way like a runway for an airplane to where Arik's briefcase rested against the wall. Arik opened the case with a snarl when the clasp didn't work fast enough, and he retrieved a condom and a clear travel bottle full of oily lube.

Blaze started to laugh. "You ... brought ...?"

"I didn't know what was going to happen," Arik said, playfully defensive. He returned to the fire ring, watching it close behind him. "For all I knew, would have to fuck the curse out of you." He jumped when a particularly eager burst of flame tried to kiss his knee. "Goddamn, but that fire is ..."

"Affectionate," Blaze supplied.

"About to get more so." Arik bent and kissed Blaze's back and ass. Blaze tucked both his knees under himself and spread them. He rested his head on his arm while Arik worked condom and lube behind him, and he had a fast chat with the fire that portrayed in pictures what he thought Arik had in mind and what Blaze wanted.

"Is this going to work?" Arik asked, sounding more nervous and clearheaded than before.

Blaze chuckled, eyes open enough to see the fire dance across the floor in skipping lines over to Blaze. It tickled up his legs and heated his backside. "Dunno," Blaze said around an anticipatory gasp.

"I want it inside you," Arik whispered, and he petted Blaze's flanks with both hands.

Blaze grunted. "I know." He could feel the flames lick-kissing his over sensitized entrance. They were teasing him. And enjoying it immensely.

"Want them around me as I take you." More kisses spread along Blaze's spine, and he wasn't sure if that was the fire or Arik.

"I ... It ... It knows what we want," Blaze managed.

Arik hummed. "Can you have it go slow?"

Blaze whimpered. "Oh God, Arik. I ... I can ...
aahn!
"

The fire sank into Blaze, slowly, just as Arik had asked it to do. But even slow, or, perhaps
especially
slow, it was overload. Blaze lost himself, had no idea what he did or said or the sounds he made. Vaguely he registered Arik's hands on him, firmly holding him steady and close.

"That's it, baby," Arik said. "Oh God, yeah, just like that..."

Blaze roared and whined and cried notes he didn't know he could make, and he couldn't distinguish the sting-burn-fill of Arik's dick from the fire's tingle-spark. Arik was moaning and cussing, and Blaze was pitched headlong into the fleshy confines of his body in the throes of stunned bliss. Disconnected and disoriented, all Blaze knew was his insides were speared with pure magic and heat and it was too much, too crazy, too fucking good, and then...

The heat started to move.

"Oooh yeah ..." Arik gasped.

The heat
thrusted
in time to Arik's drive forward and down. Arik bottomed out in Blaze's ass, began to withdraw, and all the while, the heat
burned
and
sparked
and
crackled
across Blaze's tender flesh and against his hyper-sensitive prostate. Over ... and over ... and over ... with a steady slap of hips to ass and skin-on-skin, Arik and Fire relentlessly demanded Blaze to surrender, to accept, and to take. Blaze scrambled for handholds and dragged his blunt nails across the floor. He made fists and covered his head with his hands and arched into Arik. Eventually Blaze went loose and pliant, shivering in something approaching pure ecstasy when Arik's hands roved over every inch of Blaze, touching and loving and urging him toward endgame.

When Arik whispered affection to him and grabbed his arms, Blaze let it happen. When Arik pinned Blaze's wrists at the small of Blaze's back, Blaze started to confuse his languages. He just hoped Arik understood that he was begging ... pleading ... More. Harder. Faster. Do it. Take him.
Fucking break him.

"God!" Arik bellowed, slamming deep on a too-perfect angle.

"Shit!" Blaze cried, voice high.

"Fuck. Blaze.
Nnngh!"

The fire spread impossibly deeper, claiming crevices and inches of Blaze that he didn't know could be filled. He wailed loudly enough that he hurt his own ears, startled himself out of the reverie, and it was at that precise moment, without a hand even near his dick, that orgasm erupted within him.

"Oh ... my ... fucking...
shhhhh
—!" Blaze's shocked cry cut off in a choked gasp, and he was coming and coming and screeching he couldn't take anymore, but Arik didn't stop. Pound.
Slam
. Rock.
Dive.
And Blaze didn't know if it was one orgasm or two or three hundred, but he drowned in it. His vision went dark, speckled only by bright motes of red-orange, and next he knew, he was on his back, face-to-face with a sweating, kissing, panting Arik.

"Again," Arik demanded, and Blaze wanted to tell Arik that another was impossible. The pleasure was too much and too rich. It'd been wrung out of him, leaving him high and dry, but the fire enclosed around them. Covered them. Enveloped them. The connection spark was everywhere all at once, and Blaze was Arik was Blaze, and together they yelled and cried to their gods. Together they came, and together they clung to the other, so entangled and enmeshed that their erratic breathing synced and, soon enough, began to slow at the same rate.