Wand-Losing & Other Things You Shouldn't Be Doing

by Gabbo De la Parra

  She walked between the two men, and no one could deny she was their daughter. Even her hair seemed to be a mixture of fire and snow. Her smile was sunny and disarming, and she bestowed it upon all with equal relish. Behind them, two dark-haired humans dressed in morning coats, one of deep green and the other of dark, handsome blue surrounded by four younger versions of them, two boys and two girls (all regal, similar to princes and princesses of fable), followed the guests’ procession.

  Max couldn’t pay more attention to the other people descending because the striking, tall red-haired human had just stopped in front of him and offered his hand.

  “My father Darien,” Rezzu voiced. They shook hands. “My father Kekoa.” More handshaking. “And this beautiful lady is my sister Keda Enoa, future queen of Mireeh.”

  Before Max could take her hand to kiss it, the sister jumped at him and hugged him, shaking him and leaving him breathless. “Tisvo Meha! He is soooo cute, Rezzu!”

  “Keda, Max kovon acu londalul,” cooed Darien in Colviri, then remembered where he was and added in common language. “You don’t want your brother to become a widower before he’s a husband.”

  Why didn’t I take Rezzu on his offer of that learning helmet? I need to speak Colviri a.s.a.p.

  Keda Enoa let Max go but pinched his cheek “Then he wouldn’t be a widower in the first place, right?” She pulled one of the fable princess girls as their group had gotten closer. “This is my cousin Lia.” She made them shake hands quickly. “Come on, let’s see the hot politicians!” She towed her cousin, and behind her a retinue scurried to keep pace with them.

  Max was still trying to stop his spinning head but focused enough to say, “Your sister is going to be queen, but you’re not a prince?”

  Kekoa patted Max’s shoulder. “It’s a long story. We’ll discuss it over dinner. I’m surprised Rezzu hadn’t bragged about it.”

  “He’s not the bragging type,” said the man with the dark blue morning coat.

  “My uncle, Sule Aquinas, regent of Nova Gaia,” introduced Rezzu. “And my other uncle, Alaric Sarong, co-regent of the planet.” He pointed at the other man, who smiled cheekily as he shook Max’s hand.

  “Among other things,” Alaric’s eyes shone brightly. Then he pulled his remaining kids to present them. “Well, you met Lia. This is my oldest, Sulric.” The grey-eyed adolescent had the same mischievous bright smile. “Eala,” he addressed the girl with green eyes. “And Ronas, the yongest.” The boy took Max’s hand with a shy grin and almost watery blue eyes. “We’ll move so you can meet the rest of the family.” And they took off as the Welcome Committee closed in on them with much bowing and effusiveness.

  Darien extended his hand to introduce the three men approaching, a burly redhead between two Colviri. “My brother Ben and his two husbands, Tyke and Sun.” The massive trio said their hellos and carried on to allow Rezzu’s rowdy Academy friends to introduce themselves, amid wolf whistles and cat calls. There were eleven (six men and five women) but seemed like a hundred.

  Two priests in outfits that resembled more armor than religious clothes were next. Aletta didn’t have an official religion, everyone was allowed to believe whatever they wanted as long as they didn’t force others to believe the same, and thus there were no official temples, and union ceremonies (if wanted) were officiated by the oldest member of the uniting families. Legal documentation of the union was signed before a judge by appointment. Max was happy to give Rezzu a wedding ceremony under the Colviri rites. To him, the definitions of miracle and faith were manifested every time he looked into those solar eyes.

  With the Colviri, it was really difficult to assess age, thus the two priests could be either forty or four hundred. What made them prominent above everything else was their shaved heads. Both were unknown to Rezzu, so they introduced themselves: Dre-Teemu Kelai and Dre-Doste Maken. They patted Rezzu and Max’s hands in the way venerable old men would and moved amid the Welcome Committee toward the transports waiting for the entire party to take them to the Palace of Government.

  “That’s about it,” summarized Kekoa. “If anyone wanted to take out the two planets this would be the perfect occasion.” He snickered.

  “Father,” said Rezzu almost but not quite embarrassed.

  Max didn’t say anything but he understood the sentiment. They walked to the carriages. He saw Keda Enoa and Lia giggling coquettishly with two young representatives from Perselia and Vimilia in their carriage. He was sure the future queen would be delighted to learn that one of the cities had part of her name in its name, if she didn’t know already.

  Anatolia had been festooned to receive her off-planet guests, and people were on the streets waving flags and welcoming banners or throwing flowers from windows and balconies. The Nova Gaians and Colviri waved from their carriage windows happily in return. Max’s parents awaited them at the palace entrance to meet the in-laws.

  “See, that wasn’t so bad?” Rezzu pushed Max with his shoulder, during a quiet moment after all the representatives had left and only the wedding party remained in an impromptu informal gathering.

  Both families had bonded easily. Max looked around. Peggy Maitheas showed a complicated pass with her wand to Darien and Kekoa under the loving gaze of her husband. The twins, Sasta and Amhara had two Academy friends by their necks in identical headlocks to the applause of that raucous group. Iontach was certainly discussing interplanetary trade with Alaric and Sule, holding Festa, his wife, by the waist as usual, and his handlebar mustache undulating happily as he spoke. The Nova Gaian fable princesses, Keda Enoa, and his cousin Meidhre chirped and giggled like a bunch of colorful, tiny birds, surely talking boys. Deas, the regents’ boys, Trom, and Rezzu’s uncle Ben and his husbands had formed a circle and were discussing only-universe-knew-what because there were sparks and balls of light emanating from their area. The big surprise was Fiore, who was in a corner with two Colviri from the Academy group, a man and a woman. They were giving him enticing looks and touching his face and hair in a very let’s-go-and-do-the-nasty manner.

  Max snorted, apparently his brother’s luck had come from a different planet, just as his. Rezzu stared at him quizzically. He hadn’t answered Rezzu’s previous comment, so he pointed at Fiore and agreed. “No. Not bad at all.”

  ****

  15. BEGINNINGS

  Finally, their wedding night.

  After the proposal (first with one thing and another and later when they had set a date), they agreed to not have sex to make this night more special. Thus, Max was having a big case of blue-turning-purplish balls after twenty standard days of abstinence. Seeing Rezzu move around the room (his long hair the only thing covering that insanely hot body), taking flames from candles with his wand and making them float to create a seductive atmosphere was disgustingly atrocious torture. Amid his sexual suffering, he had to admit Rezzu had become very adept at handling the magic of the planet; he was extremely grateful that this new-found ability had influenced positively in his husband’s agreement for them to stay on Aletta. Not that his confirmation as official ambassador hadn’t helped to seal the deal.

  “Love, do you like it?” Rezzu turned his entire body to look at Max, leaving his wand on top of a darkwood chest of drawers. His massive Colviri cock was hard and ready and dripping.

  Of course I like it!

  Oh, he’s talking about the lights…

  “I do.” Max extended his hand, inviting Rezzu to their bed.

  The floating flames illuminated Rezzu’s hard planes, casting delicious shadows and highlighting rocky muscles and supple ivory skin. A wicked grin flourished on striking features; Rezzu shook his head. “I have a better idea.” Rezzu moved toward the window. The panes were closed to guard from the cold breeze but the curtains were drawn. He knelt, and the myriad stars shone shyly over the dark sky, framing beautifully his glowing hair. He opened his arms. “Come here, husband of mine.” And his husky voice tugged at Max’s nipples and balls and cock but primordially at his
heart.

  Almost in a trance, Max crawled from the bed and forced his brain to organize moving parts to reach Rezzu. Currents of lust mixed with happiness and appreciation zapped his body as one foot moved in front of the other, his need jutting forward, a steel obelisk guiding that short and dizzying journey.

  Big hands welcomed his hips with trailing, whispering fingers. Rezzu kissed the tip of his cock, electric shocks speeding through Max’s shaft to ignite goose bumps all over his body. A groan that was groveling plea mated with urgent order escaped him. His knees decided to tremble, and Max steadied his crumbling body by resting his hands on broad shoulders. The velvety heat tide advancing over his manhood made his hole twitch— burning with anticipation, brimming with expectation.

  Deft digits spread his cheeks in tandem with a skillful throat closing around his glans. Eyes shut to focus on the pleasure, Max threw his head back. A sliver of consciousness reminded him not to put extreme pressure on his clutching of Rezzu’s shoulders to avoid damaging him with his brass hand. But it was hard, truly hard not to let his control be loosened and just flow— led by the potent, swirling sensations, flying in and out of him.

  Max warred with his neurons to produce words, “If… you keep doing this… I’m going to… come… and-and I seriously want you… to fuck me.”

  Rezzu shook his head, surely chuckling, still full of Max’s cock in his mouth, pulling like a dog fighting with a stubborn piece of meat. Happy sounds ascended from Max’s crotch area, and he had to bring his head forward to see what was happening. Their eyes met; there was nothing but wicked amusement in Rezzu’s.

  Slowly, deliberately, Rezzu let Max’s cock slide from his lips. He straightened his body, his mouth over Max’s skin trailing his progress upward. Max shivered. A kiss on Max’s neck signaled the end of Rezzu’s progression. Firm hands moved him to face the window, and Rezzu placed himself behind him, their shapes flush— their relievos becoming one.

  The warmth of Rezzu’s body seeped into Max’s, and he whined when that comfort disappeared. It was rapidly replaced by rained pecks, quick and furtive, that made him jump and snicker. The soft assault continued downward until teeth replaced lips over Max’s ass cheeks, immediately followed by Rezzu’s face buried between those same cheeks.

  “Oh my…”

  “Hold the windowsill,” was the only warning before Rezzu lifted him, positioning Max’s thighs over his shoulders in a bizarre mockery of a wheelbarrow race.

  Max yelped. “What are you doing?” He laughed, gripping the sill for dear life. Then he understood as Rezzu’s face was again between his cheeks, the pressure of two fingers (probably forefinger and thumb by the ghost of other digits in the periphery) exposed his hole, giving better access to his husband’s ministrations. His cock was pulled down and stroked, basically milked, and Max felt embarrassed and excited, both sentiments taunting and tickling each other equal to merry lovers having a roll in the literal hay.

  His forehead found the cold pane with a muffled thud. Max moaned and squirmed. Rezzu rimmed him relentlessly and used his own precum to help with the handling of Max’s cock. The action was surreal and weird and flawless, and nothing (truly nothing) would have been able to prepare Max for the absurdity, for the perfectness of it all.

  A few minutes of tongue, teeth, and lips over his hole, and, suddenly, before he could assimilate the fast and precise maneuver turning his world upside down, Max was in Rezzu’s arms, facing him— folded like a hand fan, his knees grazing his nipples, his back flush against the window. “Whoa, a little warning next time!” He guffawed and punched Rezzu on the shoulder, “It’s Wedding Night, not Acrobatic Deluge at the circus!”

  “You don’t like it?” Rezzu grinned, his eyes mere slits as he pushed forward rhythmically, his cock teasing Max’s pucker.

  “Like it? I fucking love it! Give me a nudge or something next time, that’s all. Now put that dick in me and make me see real stars…” Max tried to launch his ass forward to meet Rezzu’s glans, but he was pinned to the limit.

  Rezzu arched an eyebrow, his expression becoming wickeder by the second. “What is that phrase in common language? Your wish is my command?”

  “You can say it in analog progression if you want, just FUCK ME ALREADY.”

  The swift penetration was blinding. Inch after inch entered like a blazing sword, and Max’s cry was delicious pain, exquisite torture, wonderful acceptance. Rezzu found his tempo quickly, releasing some of the pressure over Max’s body. Never one to be outdone, his dormant inner acrobat lowered his hands to the sill and pushed his body forward. Rezzu allowed it, and soon they were imitating a pendulum, their shapes swinging and clashing methodically, kindling a mad fire that would soon consume them on the altar of their honeymoon.

  Max could use magic to help him stay afloat— in that precarious little balance between his strong grip on the windowsill and the place where his body was connected to Rezzu’s, but all he wanted and needed were those solid hands grasping his hips, steering him, owning him, taking them to their climax with the determination of a conqueror ready to finish the siege of a fabulous city full of riches.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” Rezzu blurted as his motions became erratic.

  “W-What?” The fog surrounding Max’s senses made it hard to understand Rezzu’s words.

  “You’re… going… to… fuck… me… arghhhhh.” And Rezzu came with a final stab, gushing inside Max, his grip painful and delirious, his head thrown back in a long howl of desperate pleasure.

  Out of his control, Max’s own jets flew as if shoved out by Rezzu’s explosion inside him. His cock hadn’t been touched since he was facing Rezzu, and the potency of this no-hands orgasm was absurd, simply overwhelming. Rope after rope covered his metallic abs, his chest, some even landed on his chin and lips. “That was…” He panted. “I have no words.”

  Still hard inside Max, Rezzu leaned forward to lick semen from his chin, heaving slightly. He murmured softly. “We don’t need words to know.” He slid out of Max and helped him regain his feet. “Now it’s my turn to see real stars… and perhaps some comets.”

  His sweet ambassador had come to play, and Max knew exactly how to make this side of Rezzu feel at home. The magic was there, toe-to-toe with them, and in no time their bodies would be reenergized and raring to go.

  Max took Rezzu’s face with both hands and gave him a long languid kiss, an agreement, a promise of stars and comets and supernovas. Rezzu rested his cheek on the mechanical palm when their kiss ended, his eyes hooded, endearing. Max let his hands trail down slowly, almost tentatively to lead Rezzu backward by his waist toward their forgotten bed, their steps easy over thick rugs.

  Rezzu lay on his back, his legs spread in an inviting, upward arch on the edge of their plush playground. Max knelt to be close to the pink treasure that winked as if aware of its future, or perhaps calling it to come faster. He rubbed his brass thumb over the delicate puckered skin, and Rezzu moaned encouragingly, both their cocks solid like ancient monoliths.

  Every particle of his being screamed, “Pierce. Conquer. Take.” But his heart, separate and still ruling, decided to go slow, to relish every second and make it last. He wet his thumb and leisurely breached the unguarded threshold. Rezzu was practically addicted to his brass fingers, and his delight was audible and extremely arousing.

  A few standard minutes of the wetting-and-thumbing operation, and Rezzu was demanding (in clipped tones) to be fucked or else. Max snicker-snorted, “I need time to recuperate.”

  Rezzu pushed his head from where it tossed over the midnight covers, eyes narrowed and blazing. “Such a bad liar… a disgrace to diplomacy all over the galaxy.”

  Max spanked one of those delicious pale cheeks. “You know what the punishment for insulting a diplomat is on this planet?”

  Long, white tresses swayed in slow motion as Rezzu confirmed his lack of knowledge.

  “Denial of fucking,” Max stated casually as he moved away from the bed.
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br />   “You wouldn’t.”

  “I could.”

  A suffering groan emerged from Rezzu, “Ufel, darling, you wouldn’t leave your husband un-fucked on his wedding night…”

  His best diplomatically aloof face surged forward without thinking. “It’s an absolute possibility, Ambassador, especially if you’re calling me a bad liar.” But with the last two words he simply couldn’t hold it any longer and started laughing as he stroked his cock. He returned to the bed and rubbed his leaking head on that willing orifice. “You want this?” he asked twice. Rezzu nodded furiously. “Yours then.” And with a single thrust (just like Rezzu had done with him) he went all the way in. Scorching flesh engulfed his burning shaft.

  The second course of their only-universe-knew-how-many-plates wedding feast began.

  ****

  Months later…

  STEPPED ON YOUR WAND? DOG ATE IT? CONFUSED?

  STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL WANDLESS TEST.

  CONTACT YOUR LOCAL WANDMAKERS ASSOCIATION.

  Rezzu chuckled as the enormous lettering sluggishly and continuously scrolled over the golden blimp. “I think it is genius.”

  “Do you really?”

  “Of course. What could make the people more at ease than the wandmakers promoting wandless magic wielding knowledge?”

  “I wasn’t sure if I could convince them. That’s why I didn’t tell you about it.”

  “We’re not supposed to have secrets between us.” Rezzu wagged his forefinger at Max. “But I’m going to chalk this one to governmental duties, so it’s moot.” He took his cup and sipped the fragrant herbal tea. They sat in a cafe in Villu Square, facing the statue of Villu Bettencourt, who was the first to analyze the properties of the planet’s magic and found the way to master it, opening the way for it to become their most precious energy. Each day at six in the morning, a different citizen came and enchanted seven colorful orbs representing the city-states to make them swirl around the statue in a magnificent imitation of a planetary system.