Cantrips: Volume #2: Minor Magics Crafted to Amuse and Entertain

by Joey W. Hill

  When all was said and done, it wasn’t about Daegan losing a bet. It was about…a thank you. For what they did for him, for what Daegan had given him. This was an opportunity for Gideon—if he didn’t fuck it up—to provide his Master something like an unconditional offering to a god, versus a constant petition for something.

  Oh, Jesus. How did he keep getting back into this state of mind? Thank God Daegan wasn’t in his head. If he ever knew Gideon had called him a god, he’d have to stake him, just on general principle. Which would be like a suicide bomber tactic, given their blood connection, but it would have to be done. Anwyn would understand.

  Returning to the practicalities of the present, Gideon pulled the jeans and underwear free of those distracting feet. When he set those aside and straightened, he was looking at Daegan fully naked, except for Gideon’s rope on his upper body and throat. Despite the impressive girth and weight of Daegan’s cock, the organ was curved up high, and pearled with fluid at the tip. Gideon had been on his knees plenty of times, taking that seed down his throat, Daegan’s hand fisted in his hair. Sometimes while Anwyn was ramming a strap-on in his ass, her sweet breath teasing his neck as he ached to come but they made him hold out forever, until he was about to burst.

  Eventually tonight, he’d be the one ramming his dick right up that tight, irresistible ass. He could feel it in such a visceral male way, but he couldn’t think that at his Master, let alone say it. How odd was that? Guess it went to show how far he’d moved into territory he used to sneer at. Hell, he’d set up house there, complete with picket fence and little flower boxes.

  When he slid the parachute line off Daegan’s neck, he noted the vampire’s lips were still damp from that crazy kiss they’d shared. “Going to tie up your cock now,” he said. “Touch you how I want, get you hurting for it.”

  He closed his hand over Daegan’s testicles, cradling them. Smooth as a baby’s ass, firm as grapefruit, and it was so rare that he had the chance to freely handle them, he indulged in a nice pool ball roll over his palm, watching Daegan’s cock jerk, those ab muscles ripple and flanks flex. As Gideon saw Anwyn lick her lips in his peripheral vision, he smelled the increase in her arousal, and knew Daegan registered that irresistible signal. The whole evening was going to be an orgy before it was over, him fucking Daegan, them fucking Anwyn…the to-do list never ended, thank God.

  Gideon turned his attention to his sensual threat. Several wraps of the cord around the base of the balls, cinching them up like the top of a purse, then a triple wrap around his turgid cock before he began sheathing it in fine knot work, deft as a lady knitting, though he wasn’t going to think of it that way, thanks very much, because the picture of a spectacled grandma hunching over Daegan’s cock, knitting one, purling two, wasn’t right for the mood, for sure.

  Now as before, all that idle practice time paid off, because this was even more intricate work than the rest, and would have taken half the night if he hadn’t done it a million times on a beer bottle. And quite a few raw vegetables. Anwyn, the cook in the family, had enjoyed picking him out different vegetables to use when Daegan was away on assignments. She’d also suggested Gideon do it a couple times on himself, to know what it felt like. Staying hard hadn’t been a problem during that, since she’d parked herself less than a foot away and watched with intense, openly lascivious interest.

  Speaking of which, Daegan’s shaft was getting harder and bigger under his touch. Talk about a distraction. But then he noticed a change to the quality of the vampire’s stillness. Gideon stopped and looked up to see those dark eyes focused inward, Daegan’s body barely swaying.

  “What is it?”

  Daegan gave a slight shake of his head, fingers twitching. “It’s different, being bound this way.”

  Maybe because he understood all too well, Gideon knew the vampire didn’t mean having his cock trussed up. “Being tied up, not by an enemy. For this.”

  Daegan’s gaze met his. “Yes.”

  “So, is it making you think about switching sides? Because I’m all about fitting you with a pretty pink collar and leash and having you walk around with a dildo up your ass. I’ll have to remove the stick you always carry there first, but even so…”

  Daegan’s expression was a nice fuck-you to that. It was an affable-looking retort, though, such that Gideon couldn’t resist trailing his fingers down Daegan’s chest, hooking them in that X against his sternum to tug before he returned to his neck and shoulders, squeezing the tension there, kneading.

  “I’ll let your arms down before much longer.”

  When he did that, it would be to put Daegan on the ground, on his hands and knees. Gideon stopped with that image, because his mind split into twelve different directions every time it went any farther.

  He returned to the wrap. Because of the close contact required to do the fine knot work, he was essentially stroking Daegan’s cock the whole time, and of course Gideon indulged in more than was required for the functionality of the rope tying. The more motionless Daegan got, the more rigid his muscles became. It made Gideon want to stroke and tease him all the more, and he wasn’t resisting the impulse. Tie a knot, run his fingers along the shaft, let his nails scrape the velvet-over-steel skin. Tie another knot. Once or twice a quiver actually went through Daegan as a result. Each time, Gideon glanced up to make sure he was okay. Each time, Daegan had that internal focus thing going. One time he licked his lips, making Gideon want to follow the track of his tongue with his own.

  The cock sheath finished with a secure wrap under the flare of the head, but he needed another accessory before he could complete the design. He left Daegan’s side once more, but it was a brief trip. Like the cuffs in the kitchen, he’d already placed what he needed ready to hand. Going to the supply cabinet, he removed the vibrating bullet from the top drawer.

  He’d watch Daegan use it on Anwyn, press it deep into the folds of her labia, the nose up against the base of her clit, which sent her to the moon. One of the things Gideon had learned in his extensive education with two excessively carnal vampires was that a guy’s cockhead was just a much bigger clit. Less pretty than Anwyn’s, for certain, no matter that she’d tried to talk him into decorating his with a ring for her to flick and tug on with those wicked fingers of hers. If she really wanted him to do it, he would, but up until now she’d used it a playful threat, no different than her promise to flay the skin off his back, ram a bat up his ass… On those days, he called her Lyssa-in-training.

  Coming back to Daegan’s front, he wrapped the bullet snug against the underside of Daegan’s cock, the nose pressed right up under the corona. He wrapped it tightly enough to put pressure against the throbbing vein beneath the bullet. Parachute cord was a little like nylon, needing some extra knots and wraps to keep it secure, but since the more he looked at Daegan’s cock laced into such tight bondage, the more he wanted to do to it, he had no problem with the extra work. It made him realize why sometimes, before a session was all over, Daegan and Anwyn had him tied up ten different ways. Lifting his head to stare into Daegan’s face, he turned on the bullet to a medium setting.

  The reaction was gratifying. Daegan’s hips jerked, his body tightening in that unbelievable display that Gideon thought could turn any straight man gay, even if for only one quick and disorienting, what-the-hell paradigm shift. He wasn’t going to cast any stones.

  “It won’t be easy for you to come, tied up like that, but it’s possible. When I push the setting up to max, you’ll feel like a tea kettle with the lid clapped on pretty tight. Eventually, you’ll explode. You won’t be able to help yourself.”

  Hearing that beam creak again, Gideon glanced up to see the muscles in Daegan’s arms knot, unknot. “It’s good you’re fighting it. Like you always tell me, it’s better that way.”

  “Using my words against me…vampire hunter?”

  Had Daegan just been…breathless? Gideon heard Anwyn’s own breath draw in, telling him she’d caught the same thing. Laying his h
ands on Daegan’s extended rib cage, Gideon ran hot palms up his sides and met the dark gaze. “Maybe using them for you. I want to see you let go. I want you to give me that.”

  “Just like you, I will not give in without a fight. And we both know I’m the better fighter.”

  Tit for tat, on the word-giving-back department. In the gleam of Daegan’s eyes, Gideon saw he’d intended that additional dirt kick.

  He knew how Daegan usually responded to him when he got mouthy. Raising a brow, Gideon shifted behind Daegan. The position change meant instead of his rib cage he now gripped the male’s hips, fingers caressing flesh. His attention shifted down over the flexing ass. Due to the hum of that bullet, Daegan was making slight, involuntary movements like he was fucking. Gideon had to suppress a hard groan as his own cock leaped at the sight.

  He’d intended the bullet as a distraction, a way to keep Daegan from going postal on him while he moved to the next phase—lubing up the vampire’s ass. Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought about how it would distract him. Anwyn had shifted along the wall so she could get more of Daegan’s profile. From the vibrant light in her eyes, her riveted attention, he could tell she was just as mesmerized.

  “Something wrong, vampire hunter?”

  Okay, that was a taunt, he knew it was. With a grim twist of his lips, Gideon slid his hand over Daegan’s hip bone, short nails scraping the groin area before he found his cock. He clasped it hard enough he felt the cord bite into the vampire’s flesh. Finding the bullet with his thumb, Gideon bumped up the setting as he pressed it harder against that sensitive point beneath the head, same as he’d practiced on himself to determine the most effective way to do it.

  Daegan shuddered. He fucking shuddered. At the flood of exultation, Gideon stroked him through the rope, squeezed harder.

  “Fuck…” The harsh expletive, the powerful body rocking against him, was capable of making Gideon come just from that, especially with Daegan’s body rubbing against him. His attention shifted to Anwyn and, holy fuck, if ever Gideon needed a partner-in-crime, she’d be his first choice. Her stool was close enough to the wall that she’d leaned back against it. Her robe was wide open and she was massaging herself, teasing her wet cunt right where Daegan could see her. She kept her eyes on the vampire, her lips parted and eyes greedy.

  “You want to fight, we’ll fight,” Gideon said in Daegan’s ear. “Look at her. I want to fuck her from behind, so we can both look at you while I’m doing her. Her pussy will be sucking on my cock while you lose it, come into open air, showing us how much you want to fuck both of us.”

  “I will break your neck,” Daegan promised, the threat real in his voice. Gideon brushed his lips on his neck. He licked at the place where he’d bitten him earlier. As he did it, he worked the tip of the bullet against Daegan’s sweet spot, holding his shaft even tighter than the cinched rope. When he let his fingers slip forward, the tip of Daegan’s cock was smeared with pre-cum. The vampire was resisting so hard he was vibrating, channeling the shudders into something more intense and concentrated.

  “This is where I intended to start oiling you up for me to fuck,” Gideon growled, “but I’m starting to get the hang of this whole Dom thing. It’s not about sticking to the playbook, but taking the ball anywhere on the field I damn well want it to go.”

  Gideon slid under the other male’s arm and dropped to one knee. He caught the rope at Daegan’s waist to add more of a pull on the ones holding his arms above his head. As he did that, he licked that viscous fluid from Daegan’s cock slit, tasting for the pure pleasure of it. He also worked his tongue around the vibrating bullet, knowing it would increase the sensation. His intuition was confirmed as Daegan groaned, his body rolling forward with an upward kick of the hips. Except for that last, jerky, involuntary movement, it showcased the sinuous and deadly grace the male could demonstrate with any weapon. He was the greatest warrior Gideon had ever had the pleasure of watching.

  Abruptly, he twisted on the balls of his feet, so he could look toward Anwyn. “You know why I wanted to do this to him tonight?”

  He spoke as if Daegan wasn’t struggling not to come, as if Anwyn didn’t have her fingers on her wet pussy, as if the atmosphere wasn’t saturated with erotic intent, bodies fast approaching a precipice. But maybe that was the best time to say something important.

  Anwyn, caught by the unexpected interruption, paused in her self-pleasuring, her eyes resting on him. “Gideon…” Daegan’s rasp was a pleasure to hear, but Gideon tightened his fingers on his cock to roll the bullet around a little more.

  “Not your conversation this time, vampire. It’s between me and her.”

  He got a response to that which he expected was a creative mix of three different languages, all of which threatened him with bodily harm. He ignored it, holding Anwyn’s gaze.

  “In that alley, before they attacked us, he’d fucking relaxed. We were picking at one another about some kind of bullshit, and he grinned at me. He let down his guard for one moment, wasn’t doing his usual angel in the Garden of Eden, sword pointing in every direction thing, and then that happened. It pissed me off.”

  Her expression stilled further, eyes flickering to Daegan then back to Gideon. “You were worried about me moving too soon on this,” Gideon said quietly. “But it was the absolutely right time.”

  He waited until she nodded, and then he rose, meeting Daegan eye to eye. His words had sunk in to his captive as well. Even though in terms of sexual stimulation Daegan was practically on the edge of a cliff, hanging by his fingernails, Gideon could tell he had his full attention, that inner warrior guru shit that never totally let go. “I want you to know that sometimes you can let your guard down. Here, with us, in the safety of a house where we can feel what’s coming a mile away, you can do it. You can give me everything and trust me with it, same as you’ve taught me to trust the both of you.”

  It was a long pause, the two of them eye to eye, and a lot of things happening in Daegan’s eyes that Gideon wasn’t sure how to interpret, but at this point, that wasn’t needed. He put his hand on Daegan’s jaw, took another taste of his mouth and licked at one of his fangs before pulling away. Then he dropped to one knee once more.

  This time he stopped the bullet. He got it out of his way, unwrapped the rope, pulled it all off. He was probably a little rougher than intended, because he felt Daegan flinch, but he had his own hunger to sate now. “Don’t you hold back on me.”

  Electronics didn’t suit his mood, or the friction of the rope. As often as he’d knelt to service Daegan with his mouth as his servant, his slave—call it what it was—Gideon hadn’t thought about it as he did now, as a power Daegan gave to Gideon through his preference for his servant’s mouth. A privilege. Right here, Gideon could indulge the desire freely, because he wanted Daegan to come in his mouth, to give the vampire no other choice, to know that Daegan’s desire to release superseded his infamous control.

  He went down on him with a vengeance, his hands sliding around to grip the muscular ass, fingers kneading, pushing him deeper into his mouth.

  Come for me, you bastard. Give it all to me.

  “Gideon…” Daegan let out a hard groan and his hips jerked against Gideon. The beam made an ominous noise, the closest to a cracking sound yet, but it held. Thank God for Lyssa’s building contractors, because rather than the roof coming down on them, Gideon felt the male shudder, jerk, shudder once more. His cock convulsed in Gideon’s mouth, the vein pumping hard, and then Daegan’s seed was jetting into his throat. Gideon tightened his grip on the base, sucked and sucked, licked and teased, milking him down to the last drop, even as he savored every shudder and ripple of his body until it was all done and Daegan was twitching at the pull of Gideon’s mouth.

  It was the most satisfied Gideon had ever felt without coming himself. His own state of fierce arousal only enhanced it. Score one for the home team. But it wasn’t dawn yet. Gideon planned to put at least a couple more touchdowns up on the board tonig
ht.

  Looking up, he saw Daegan had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling fast. He’d seen Daegan post climax plenty of times, and there was a different nature to this one, such that Gideon rose and put his palm on his chest, his other hand at Daegan’s waist, steadying him. Gideon didn’t give a shit about how invincible everyone thought the vampire was, that he could destroy his enemies with barely a flick of his fingers. He was taking care of him tonight. Easing forward, he put his mouth on his jaw to give him a sharp nip. Spoke with a casualness he didn’t feel.

  “While you’re so relaxed, I’m going to get to work on a lot of lubrication. Because you know what a big dick I have.”

  Daegan’s lips curved, and those lashes parted, giving Gideon a glimpse of wholly dark orbs with a flicker of crimson. At first that effect had been more than a little disconcerting, but Gideon had learned to appreciate it, probably because he now knew it meant Daegan was either about to destroy everything in his path, or he was feeling a seriously over-the-top Hallmark moment.

  He was going to bank on the latter. Particularly when Daegan pressed against the ropes on his throat, increasing the strain on his windpipe such that Gideon stopped him with a hand on his chest, leaning forward so the vampire could do what he wanted. Daegan brushed his lips against his temple.

  “Do your worst, vampire hunter. This fight isn’t over yet.”

  Part Four

  Gideon went to the cabinet of supplies again, withdrawing the bottle he’d stored there. He’d spent as much time choosing the right lubricant as a first-time mother spent on lotions to protect her baby’s skin. Daegan might not appreciate that comparison, but it was Anwyn’s reaction that had surprised Gideon.

  He’d expected her to tease him about it, watching him browse the Club Atlantis toy shop. He’d done her a disservice, overlooking her innate sensitivity to the situation. It was Gideon’s first time fucking a guy.