December 2015
Where the FUCK could he be?
Sören paced back and forth, repeatedly checking his phone to see if there was a message from Anthony. It's ridiculous, Sören thought to himself. I can summon a fireball with my powers, but I can't track down my own boyfriend. He had the ability to scry, but it always gave him a splitting headache afterwards, so he tried to save it for emergencies only. And being twenty minutes late did not exactly constitute an emergency.
It was unlike Anthony to be late; he usually prided himself on being punctual. Although he hadn't given Sören an exact time of when he would be home, after four years of living together, Sören knew how long it typically took Anthony to finish his errands at the store. Usually no longer than an hour. But this time, he had been gone for almost two hours.
They were partners in a high-risk job - working for the Nordic division of the International Mage Police - but it was their day off, and if Anthony had been attacked, Sören would have sensed it. No, mundane danger was much more likely. Despite the well-maintained roads in the winter, Sören couldn't help but worry about possible dangers that could have delayed Anthony's return. Maybe he hit a patch of ice or encountered a drunk driver - it wasn't uncommon for people to drink excessively during the long winter nights in Oslo. Sören's own parents were killed by a drunk driver on the Ring Road outside of Reykjavik when he was six years old. Despite all his magical abilities, nothing could have saved them from their untimely fate and him from being sent to live with his abusive aunt and uncle until he was eventually enrolled at Wemblefrrf, far away in the United Kingdom. Although the chances of losing Anthony in the same way were slim, Sören couldn't help but let his mind wander to those dark thoughts.
"Hurry the fuck up," Sören muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his head as if someone had slapped him inside his mind. It was Anthony, and he must have picked up on Sören's anxiety even through his mental shielding.
"SOON," Anthony shouted telepathically before disappearing again. Sören flinched at the sudden intrusion, a common occurrence between them.
As Sören was in the bathroom taking care of business, Anthony appeared out of nowhere - directly into the bathroom.
Sören released his hold on his cock and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Anthony gave a small wave and a smirk. "You said to hurry up," he explained. "So I told my portal to take me straight to you."
"Ha. Ha ha ha. You're hilarious," Sören replied sarcastically. He noticed the shopping bags in Anthony's hand and saw that one was from the nearby mall instead of their usual supermarket. Before he could say anything, his coat and hat levitated towards him.
"Put on your outerwear," Anthony instructed with a mischievous grin. "I have a surprise for you."
"So that's why you were late?" Sören asked.
"I'm sorry for causing you worry," Anthony apologized sincerely.
Feeling slightly embarrassed for overreacting, Sören tried to make light of the situation by saying, "Hi Sorry For Causing You Worry, I'm-"
But before he could finish, Anthony used his powers to silence him with his own scarf. Sören chuckled as he washed his hands and got ready to go outside. Little did he know, there was more in store for him than just a simple surprise.
Anthony took Sören's hand and led him out of their charming red house into the crisp winter air - still carrying the bags from his excursion. Snow crunched beneath their boots as they walked down the quiet Oslo street, their breaths forming little clouds in the frigid night.
"Where are we going?" Sören asked, his curiosity piqued.
Anthony just smiled mysteriously. "You'll see."
They rounded a corner and came to a small park, blanketed in pristine white snow that sparkled under the streetlights. In the center stood a massive pine tree, its branches heavy with fresh powder.
Anthony stopped and turned to face Sören. "Close your eyes," he instructed softly.
Sören obliged, his heart quickening with anticipation. He heard Anthony muttering an incantation under his breath, felt a surge of magical energy in the air.
"Okay, open them."
In the dark sky above them, two magnificent dragons were flying in circles, one black and one white. They landed in front of Sören and Anthony, towering over them with their enormous size. Sören was no stranger to dragons; as a child, he had been visited by the mated pair bonded to his parents before their tragic death. Even after taking classes on magical creatures at Wemblefrrf, and encountering them every so often in his life as a professional mage, Sören still felt a sense of wonder and tingling excitement whenever he saw a dragon. He raised his hand in greeting and spoke softly, "Hello there."
"Wanna go for a ride?" Anthony asked.
Sören's hands made the sign of the metal horns. "Yippie ki yay, motherfucker."
They journeyed north, leaving the bustling city behind. Before long, they were gliding over dense forests and frozen lakes, the landscape illuminated by the swirling lights of an aurora borealis. Finally, the dragons arrived at a remote location, far from any light pollution, where the Milky Way was on full display amidst a vast expanse of stars. The aurora took on even more vibrant hues, painting the sky with dazzling colors that brought tears to Sören's eyes.
Just as a shooting star streaked across the sky, Anthony reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a white gold ring embellished with intricate infinity knots, adorned with a labradorite stone that shimmered like the aurora above them. "Sören, will you marry me?" he asked.
Overcome with joy, Sören shouted "YES!" in response.
The dragons chuffed happily in approval of their declaration of love.
After an affectionate embrace and kiss, Anthony used his telekinetic abilities to open a bag filled with supplies: a blanket, unlit candles, a bottle of champagne, and fresh food from the deli - a rotisserie chicken, potato salad, and lefse with brunost. The dragons happily received their share of brunost as a special treat. Sören used magic to light the candles, and they indulged in a romantic picnic by candlelight in the forest, gazing up at the aurora together in peaceful silence while cuddling.
On their way back, Anthony mounted the majestic white dragon, while Sören rode upon the sleek black dragon. "I'll race you," Sören challenged with a mischievous grin, and the black dragon swiftly took off ahead with the white dragon close behind. They soared higher this time, taking turns racing each other back and forth until finally the white dragon reached the park first. Anthony playfully blew a raspberry at Sören before flashing a "V" for victory.
"Next time," Sören vowed.
They gave their dragons some affectionate pats and skritches before watching them fly off into the distance. Then, they held each other close for a moment to catch their breath.
"I love you so much," Sören said.
"I love you too, babe. I hope this was worth the wait."
"It absolutely was. Just don't make being late a habit, okay?"
"Well, I don't propose every day." Anthony joked with a smile.
Sören gently took Anthony's hand in his own, their fingers intertwining as they began their walk home. With each step, Sören felt like he was walking on air, his heart thrumming with excitement and anticipation. He couldn't help but steal glances at the new ring adorning his finger - a symbol of the new chapter they were about to begin together. They were going to be husbands, and it already felt like they were married in every way that mattered to them.
As they entered their cozy little home, Sören's love for Anthony burned within him like a raging inferno, igniting a fierce passion and desire. Without hesitation, he pulled Anthony into a breathless kiss, pouring all of his love and longing into it. Their kisses grew more urgent, fueled by their telekinetic powers as they undressed each other with lightning speed. Skin against skin, they made their way towards the bed, their hard cocks brushing teasingly against one another with every step.
Before they fully surrendered themselves to pleasure, Sören paused to admire their reflection in the mirror; they were an erotic contrast of opposites. Sören had curly black hair cascading down to his mid-back, a short beard framing his full lips, and soft brown eyes. His arms were adorned with sleeve tattoos - flames on one arm, ocean waves on the other, leading out to a fiery phoenix and a watery phoenix engaged in a mating dance across his back. Anthony stood taller at six feet with an athletic build, short black hair, mesmerizing green eyes usually behind wire-rimmed glasses, and a clean-shaven boyishly handsome face. Anthony's chest was covered in a thick pelt of dark hair, and his arms and legs were also deliciously hairy. Sören had pierced ears and pierced nipples while Anthony had no jewelry except for the small silver Star of David necklace that he always wore. And then there was their most intimate feature - Sören's uncut cock, adorned with a captive bead ring in the head as a symbol of pride in his ritual transformation from female to male on his twenty-first birthday, and Anthony's circumcised cock; Sören was an inch longer and Anthony's was much girthier, like a Coke can.
As they stood in front of the mirror, Anthony wrapped his arms around Sören from behind, placing tender kisses along his neck as his hand gently stroked Sören's pierced cock. "You are so gorgeous," he husked.
"We're beautiful together," Sören replied, turning to meet Anthony's lips for another passionate kiss.
Unable to resist any longer, Anthony guided Sören towards the bed and climbed over him, gazing down at him with adoration and desire. "I love you," he whispered. "And right now, I need you."
"I want you," Sören breathed, arching his back and reaching out to pull him into another deep, hungry kiss.
Both men groaned as their cocks touched again, and rubbed together slowly, sensually, as Anthony kissed, licked, and nibbled Sören’s neck and shoulder.
Anthony trailed kisses down Sören's chest, pausing to tease each pierced nipple with his tongue. Sören gasped and arched into the touch, his hands tangling in Anthony's hair. As Anthony continued his descent, he lavished attention on Sören's taut abs, dipping his tongue into his navel before moving lower.
Sören's breath hitched as Anthony's lips brushed the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. "Anthony, please," he moaned.
With a wicked grin, Anthony licked a long stripe up Sören's shaft before taking him fully into his mouth. Sören cried out in pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily. Anthony used his telekinesis to hold Sören's hips still as he bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the piercing.
“Oh, fuck,” Sören moaned.
After a few blissful minutes, Anthony released him with a pop. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers.
Sören spread his legs wider, inviting Anthony's touch. Anthony circled Sören's entrance teasingly before slowly pressing one finger inside. He worked it in and out gently, adding a second finger when Sören began to push back against his hand.
"More," Sören pleaded breathlessly.
Anthony obliged, adding a third finger and curling them to brush against Sören's prostate. Sören cried out, his back arching off the bed.
"Anthony, I need you inside me," Sören gasped. "Please."
Anthony withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock generously with lube. He positioned himself between Sören's legs, lining up with his entrance.
"Ready?" Anthony asked softly.
Sören nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, please."
Anthony pushed forward slowly, both men groaning as he sank inch by inch into Sören's tight heat. He paused when he was fully sheathed, giving Sören time to adjust.
"You feel incredible," Anthony murmured, pressing tender kisses along Sören's jaw.
Sören wrapped his legs around Anthony's waist, pulling him even closer. "Fuck me," he urged. "Please, I need you."
Anthony began to thrust, starting with slow, deep strokes that had them both panting. Sören's hands roamed over Anthony's back, feeling the flex of his muscles with each movement.
"Faster," Sören moaned. "Harder."
Anthony obliged, picking up the pace. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure - gasps, moans, and the slap of skin on skin. Sören's nails dug into Anthony's back as he clung to him, lost in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, Anthony," Sören cried out. "Right there, don't stop!"
Anthony angled his hips to hit Sören's prostate with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through his fiancé's body. He could feel the heat building low in his belly, his release approaching fast.
"Sören," Anthony panted. "I'm close."
"Me too," Sören gasped. "Touch me, please."
Anthony wrapped his hand around Sören's dripping cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. It only took a few strokes before Sören was crying out in ecstasy, his body arching off the bed as he came hard between them. The clenching of Sören's muscles around him pushed Anthony over the edge, and he buried himself deep with a groan as his own orgasm crashed over him.
They clung to each other as they rode out the waves of pleasure, exchanging soft kisses and tender caresses. Eventually, Anthony gently pulled out and collapsed beside Sören, gathering him into his arms.
"That was..." Sören trailed off, still catching his breath.
"Incredible," Anthony finished, pressing a kiss to Sören's forehead.
They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. Sören traced lazy patterns on Anthony's chest, admiring how the ring on his finger caught the dim light.
"So," Sören said eventually, a hint of mischief in his voice. "When should we start planning the wedding?"
Anthony chuckled, running his fingers through Sören's tangled curls. "Well, I suppose we should tell our families first. And some of our closest friends."
Sören nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "We could take a few personal days and go to London next week to tell your parents in person."
"That sounds perfect," Anthony agreed. "Though I'm not sure how we'll explain the dragon ride proposal to my very non-magical parents."
Sören laughed. "We'll just say you took me on a romantic helicopter tour. They don't need to know all the details."
Anthony pressed a kiss to Sören's temple. "Speaking of details, any thoughts on what kind of wedding you want? Big and elaborate or small and intimate?"
“Small and intimate, definitely.” Sören made a face as he thought of the handful of weddings he’d attended over the years. “I don’t want to wear a tuxedo. It’s bad enough I have to wear a suit for work.”
Anthony laughed. “You do clean up nicely.”
“I prefer to be dirty.” Sören wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Anthony laughed harder, and nibbled Sören’s neck with a playful growl. “You have a one-track mind, my love.”
“Can you blame me?” Sören lovingly traced a finger down Anthony’s chest, and gave him a kiss.
One kiss became another, and soon they were hard for each other again. Anthony rolled Sören onto his back, kissing him deeply as their bodies pressed together. Sören moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Anthony's broad shoulders and down his muscular back.
"Again?" Anthony murmured against Sören's lips, his voice husky with renewed desire.
"Always," Sören breathed, arching up to grind against him.
This time, their lovemaking was slower, more tender. Anthony took his time worshipping Sören's body with his hands and mouth, savoring every gasp and shiver of pleasure he drew from his fiancé. When he finally slid inside, they both sighed at the perfect feeling of completion.
They moved together in a familiar rhythm, exchanging soft kisses and whispered words of love. Sören wrapped his legs around Anthony's waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The slow build of pleasure was exquisite, each sensation heightened by their deep emotional connection. As they approached their climax, Sören cupped Anthony's face in his hands, gazing into his eyes with raw devotion.
"I love you," Sören whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't wait to be your husband."
Anthony stroked Sören's cheek. "I love you too, my darling. More than I ever thought possible." He leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Their movements became more urgent as they neared the edge. Sören cried out as he came, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. The sight and feel of Sören's pleasure pushed Anthony over the brink, and he followed moments later with a deep groan.
They held each other close as they caught their breath, exchanging soft kisses and gentle caresses. Eventually, Anthony reluctantly pulled out and retrieved a warm washcloth. After gently cleaning them both, Anthony settled back into bed, pulling Sören close. They lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow and the warmth of their love.
"So, London next week?" Sören murmured, tracing lazy patterns on Anthony's chest.
Anthony nodded, pressing a kiss to Sören's forehead. "I'll book the flights tomorrow. We can stay with my parents - they'll insist on it anyway."
Sören chuckled. "Your mum will be over the moon. She's been hinting about grandchildren since our second date."
"Oh G-d, don't remind me," Anthony groaned. "We'll have to prepare ourselves for the inevitable barrage of questions about adoption or surrogacy."
"Maybe we should bring up magical gene splicing just to see her reaction," Sören teased.
Anthony laughed, shaking his head. "Let's not give her a heart attack just yet. We've got plenty of time to figure all that out."
Sören snuggled closer, resting his head on Anthony's chest. "True. For now, I'm just happy being engaged to you."
They fell into a comfortable silence, both lost in thoughts of their future together. Sören absently played with Anthony's chest hair, while Anthony ran his fingers through Sören's curls.
"We should probably visit Nicholas and Maglor at Wemblefrrf while we're in the UK," Anthony mused after a while; now that they were adults they were on first-name bases with their old professors, though Maglor had always just been Maglor. "They'd never forgive us if we didn't invite them to the wedding."
Sören nodded against Anthony's chest. "Definitely.”
"Good, good," Anthony said. "It'll be nice to see everyone again.”
As they lay in each other's arms, Sören's mind drifted to their upcoming trip. "Do you think we should bring gifts for your parents? To soften the blow of us getting engaged without telling them first?"
Anthony chuckled. "Mum will be too excited to care, but it couldn't hurt. We could pick up some of that Norwegian chocolate they love."
"And maybe a nice bottle of aquavit for your dad," Sören suggested.
"Perfect." Anthony pressed a kiss to Sören's forehead. "We should probably pack warm clothes. London's been having a brutal winter this year."
Sören groaned. "And here I was hoping to escape the cold for a bit."
"We could always extend our trip," Anthony mused. "Take a few days to go somewhere warmer after we've seen everyone."
Sören's eyes lit up. "Ooh, that sounds lovely. Where were you thinking?"
Anthony smiled, running his fingers through Sören's curls. "Well, we could hop over to Spain for a few days. Barcelona, maybe? Warm Mediterranean sun, beautiful architecture, delicious food..."
"Mmm, you had me at 'warm,'" Sören chuckled. "Though the food doesn't hurt either. I could go for some paella and sangria right about now."
"I'll look into flights and hotels tomorrow," Anthony promised. "We could make it a little pre-honeymoon getaway."
Sören propped himself up on an elbow, grinning mischievously. "Does that mean we get to have a proper honeymoon later? Because I have some ideas..."
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Oh?”
Sören bit his lip as he traced lazy patterns on Anthony's chest. "Well, I was thinking... what if we did a grand tour of magical sites around the world? We could start in Egypt, see the pyramids and maybe sneak into some hidden magical chambers. Then hop over to Greece, explore the ruins of ancient temples dedicated to the gods. Maybe swing by Delphi and see if the Oracle has any predictions for our marriage."
Anthony chuckled, running his fingers through Sören's curls. "That does sound amazing. We could visit Stonehenge at dawn, when the veil between worlds is thinnest."
"Ooh, yes!" Sören smiled so hard his face hurt. "And then to Ireland to dance with the faeries in their secret groves. Oh! And we absolutely have to go to Iceland. I want to show you where I grew up. I'd love to take you to the hidden hot springs in Iceland, where the elves are said to bathe. And we could visit the volcano where my parents' dragons used to nest." His voice grew softer, tinged with nostalgia. "I haven't been back there since..."
Anthony pulled Sören closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "We'll go, love. It'll be good for you to reconnect with your roots."
Sören nodded, snuggling into Anthony's embrace. "Thank you," he murmured.
"And after Iceland," Anthony mused, "we could head east. Visit the ancient magical academies in China and Japan. Maybe trek through the Himalayas to find that hidden city of sorcerers you've always wanted to see."
Sören's eyes teared up with happiness. “That would be awesome.”
“I’m excited. Are you?”
Before he could break down crying - something he was still self-conscious about even though he’d never bought into the “boys don’t cry” nonsense - Sören quipped, “Hi Excited Are You, I’m -”
Anthony used telekinesis to bop Sören with a pillow.
Sören laughed and retaliated by using his own powers to tickle Anthony mercilessly. Soon they were engaged in a full-on magical pillow fight, feathers flying everywhere as they giggled like children.
"Truce!" Anthony finally gasped, out of breath from laughing.
Sören grinned and flopped back onto the bed, pulling Anthony down with him. "Fine, truce accepted. But only because I love you."
Anthony smiled softly, brushing a stray curl from Sören's forehead. "I love you too. So very, very much."
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Sören absently played with Anthony's fingers, admiring how the moonlight glinted off his new ring.
"You know," Sören mused, "I never thought I'd get married. After everything that happened with my parents, and then my guardians abusing the shit out of me, I was afraid to let anyone get too close. But you changed all that."
Anthony pulled Sören closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "I'm glad I could help heal that part of you. You've done the same for me, you know. I was always so focused on my work, on proving myself. You taught me how to relax, how to enjoy life."
Sören smiled, nuzzling into Anthony's neck. "We make a good team."
"The best," Anthony agreed.
Eventually, Snúður, their tuxedo cat, emerged from hiding and meowed loudly, as if Sören hadn't fed them just a few hours ago. "Hi, kitty," Anthony greeted, patting the bed. Snúður jumped up and was soon joined by Shmuel and Solly, their other two cats. The trio of felines came over to get attention from their owners before snuggling up into a purring heap.
"This is the life," Sören murmured contentedly, flexing his fingers and toes like the cats kneading nearby.
Little did he know, life was about to take an interesting turn, in the Chinese curse sense of "interesting".
Sören fell asleep in Anthony’s embrace and slipped into a familiar dream. In this dream, he inhabited the body of an elf with sleek black hair. As always, he was ambushed by fire demons wielding fiery whips, vastly outnumbered. Usually, the dream would end with his inevitable death, consumed by flames and reduced to ashes. But this time, Sören had a way out - a portal that allowed him to escape. Instead of fleeing, he decided to retrace his steps and figure out how he ended up in this dangerous situation.
He saw Viking-esque ships engulfed in flames on a frozen river. Then, he caught a glimpse of another elven man who resembled Maglor, but not quite, lying lifeless on the floor of a palace. Next, he found himself in a forge crafting three iridescent white jewels that radiated pure light, shimmering and reflecting rainbows.
Suddenly, a flaming orange eye appeared and a cold hand reached for the jewels. Sören tried to run away with them, but he was back where he started - the jewels were gone and the fire demons were closing in on him.
Sören jolted awake, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Anthony was fast asleep next to him; Sören quietly got up and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and take a good look at himself in the mirror. He saw his human form reflected back at him - curly hair instead of straight, a beard covering his face, and dark eyes staring back.
"It was just a dream," Sören reassured himself.
But it felt so vivid and tangible this time. It was almost as if his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
But what?
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