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![[info]](http://www.greatestjournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pretty_peculiar
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Evie's performance that night was more energetic and lively than usual. He'd composed two songs over the past two days, not perfect, but getting out what he'd had inside that he'd needed to express. He'd work out their kinks and polish them up over the coming weeks until they were true show-stoppers. For now, the crowd seemed to like them well enough, especially the last song of his set.
He left the stage and was approached immediately - and with good reason. Aside from the great performance, he'd gone out of his way to get dolled up for the evening. He'd chosen a flattering auburn for his hair that night, dusted with light-catching glitter to compliment the shimmer of his top, a silver off-the-shoulder number that left one milk-pale shoulder exposed. It invited touching, and more than a couple of patrons took up that invite as Evie charmed and flirted his way through the crowd. He took his time, making conversation as he toyed with the pearls around his throat, while blue eyes scanned the sea of faces for one in particular. He tried to ignore the little niggle of disappointment when he didn't see who he was looking for. The night was still young, after all.
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Kanaan was called for a meeting with Minister Carterhaugh-Levy and his debauched cronies for mere proprieties sake. You had to go to dinner with certain people every month or people would assume you were dead. They went to for dinner at one of the supper clubs. And was invited for drinks and music afterward. And it was lasting forever without the alcohol to dull his senses.
One would expect symphonies and chamber music with such an august assembly. But Kanaan had been in the public eye too long to have faith in the taste of the upper class.
They found a quaint place on the end of all places the Silk Road. Kanaan was not commonly in the area, but it had been around for many ages. Everyone knew about it. It made him quite uncomfortable about.
There was a very vibrant and sensual singer taking center stage, one of the clubs headliners no doubt.
He couldn't shake a familiar feeling from his mind.
But when the young man passed, he never forgot his students, but he couldn't place it. Maybe his brain had snapped from stress.
That boy was none other the Evelyn August Wilheard. Or the Wilheard family. He had been a student at his school.
"Is there something amiss, DeVries?" The fat Minister Carterhaugh-Levy puffed on his cigar, offering one to Kanaan.
"I swear I've seen that boy before." Kanaan puffed his first drag.
"What Boy? Which one?" Mackleroy asked.
"The one on stage." Kanaan said.
"He's just a boy, one of their entertainers, DeVries. I doubt you'd know him. You keep holed up in your school, not even getting a drink tonight." Nilson punched him in the arm. WHat a learned assembly, Kanaan groaned to himself.
"I swear I knew him from the school." Kanaan furrowed his brow.
"That just means your old like us old bean. Singers at the Mosaique do not need much education for their livelihood."
"I just remember him from somewhere. Maybe from one of the better families. The wests... no they don't have children do they?" Kanaan couldn't remember.
The Minister said. "There are tones of the better families who are more socially dead then you DeVries. And right snobs." Minister Carterhaugh-Levy shook his head.
“Unlike us and you. We haven’t lost our touch commoners.”
Is that a fact.” Kanaan felt he needed to roll his eyes so desperately but didn’t. "I thought most musicians were to lazy to work." Kanaan said "I guess this one must have some talent if he works so hard."
"I assure you that boy up their earns his bread." Nilson practically toasted his unknown joke. The other members laughed.
Kanaan didn't understand exactly what the joke was. He would have to ask the minister later. The boy was now roaming the audience now quite relaxed. A bit of his silver shirt fell off his shoulder. The skin was almost too white. Kanaan DeVries may have let his mouth drop open a bit, but no one said anything of it. Maybe they were being polite or drunk.
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Okay, this was getting less and less amusing as the conversation went on and Evie's smile was gone completely by the time Kanaan finished speaking. "To be perfectly honest, Professor, I don't want or need your help," he said coolly, but calmly. "I'm only interested in your money if you're paying for my services, I'm happy with my life, and I have no reason to lie to you." That last part was certainly true; frankly Kanaan DeVries didn't matter enough to Evie to bother lying to him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone I need to talk to."
That was a lie. He didn't need to go talk to someone else, but he'd find someone, dammit. He was wishing even more now that Chai had shown up.
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That's when Chai saw him. Evie cut through the crowd like a heated knife through butter and Chai watched him move to the bar. Chai worked his way through the crowd himself, paying everyone else little heed.
He couldn't help but pause briefly to admire the line of his body, the color of his hair in the lights and shadows, how tight tight his shorts fit across his- ooh, dangerous territory.
Chai stepped up alongside Evie, with an apologetic look on his face as he cleared his throat, hesitating only a moment before speaking. "Hi. I'm not too late to join you, am I?" Hopefully this time, someone wouldn't come by for him, and cut their conversation short, like on Sunday. He asked for a drink, knowing full well he'd need something to keep his hands occupied during their conversation.
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The lure had worked; Chai was hooked. And Evie was going to do his best to reel him in - but carefully. Chai wasn't quite at ease with either the place or the situation.
Evie let that hidden smile bloom, warm but not blatantly seductive, when Chai finally agreed to accompany him, and he took one of Chai's hands in his own. "This way."
Evie led him through the crowded cabaret out into the main hall where there were far less people. In fact, the only people that lingered there were customers heading in or heading out. Everyone else tended to be headed up to the pair of curving staircases that led up to the private rooms. This was where they were going now, Evie's hand still holding Chai's as they climbed the steps to the second floor landing. It was a short walk to the end of the hall and they stopped in front of a bright blue door with a mosaic of a tiger lily in it's center. It was only then that Evie released Chai, and only so he could make the proper gestures to release the jinxes on his door and unlock it. "This is me," he said as he twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
It opened into an extremely purple sitting room. It was plush and eclectic and suited Evie entirely. He flounced into the room, expecting Chai to follow, and plopped down onto the couch. "So, what do you think?" He watched Chai, head propped on an arm and lips curved still.
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Chai followed as if in a daze. Evie's hand in his felt exceedingly warm, and Chai's fingers curled automatically around his. He noticed other couples slipping off into rooms here and there, and it took a great deal of will not to be redder that Evie's hair had been Sunday night by the time the younger man opened the door.
Chai was presented with a room that was by far the purplest thing in all creation. It could have been garish, with all its colorful decorations and furniture, but instead, it just seemed to very much match its owner. Who was sitting rather invitingly on the couch. It was the vision Oharu had gotten a glimpse of in the cafe the day before, but Chai had no idea. the other man hadn't mentioned it aloud.
With a suddenly dry throat, Chai responded, clearly looking more at Evie than at the room, "Beautiful." He made sure the door was shut behind them and joined Evie on the couch, fighting off nerves again. "Six years. So much can change in six years." Chai met Evie's gaze. "I really am sorry I left so suddenly."
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"You're right. Goodbyes are too final." He found Chai's eyes again, but this time their gazes met in the mirror. "Who knows? Perhaps if you'd said goodbye, we might not be sitting here today." It was an interesting thought, but one more suited to one more versed in Fortuna magic than Evie had ever been.
Chai's question wasn't particularly amusing, but for some reason it struck Evie as funny. The little laugh that escaped surprised him, but he let it come. "Well, that's one thing that hasn't changed," he said cheerfully. "I'm still abysmal. After you left...well, you could say I wasn't all that interested in learning anymore. It's a wonder I learned anything at all, really." He grinned, foot bobbing to some private rhythm. "You were a wonderful tutor Chai, but incredibly distracting. Still are."
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He honestly hadn't expected such an admission from Chai. Evie knew him as friendly and caring, but also private and reserved. To hear the man even hint at admitting something so personal...
Evie met those dark brown eyes head on, chewing briefly on his bottom lip before venturing, "You were distracted...by me?" Oh, now this was interested. When he'd been younger he'd hoped, had wished the older boy would notice him as more than just an underclassman that needed tutoring. But he'd written off those long, loaded silences, those touches that lasted just a moment too long, as just the wishful thinking of a boy with a desperate crush.
To think it might not have been all in his head had Evie's heart catching up a rapid beat that pounded his bouncing foot into stillness.
"It's kind of funny, you know." He leaned closer, unconsciously, as if sharing a secret. And he was, really. "I used to have a terrible crush on you."
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There it was again. Up close, Evie's face was just as Chai remembered it, six years barely writing a line of difference on those features. "Yes, I was," Chai answered honestly, his voice hardly more than a whisper.
And then Evie's admission came, and it left Chai with a surprised little half-smile on his face. "You did? Really?" He bit on the inside of his lip before continuing, still softly, "So did I. On you, I mean. Sometimes, when I'd be tutoring you, I'd wonder what would happen if..." Chai's face felt hot again. Just thinking about how often he'd wanted things to lead down an inappropriate path back then.
Hmm. Maybe he should have had something more to drink before coming up here. His throat was dry again and he had no idea how he got quite this close to Evie.
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Chai was right about the illusion, but he had no idea of what Evie was capable of.
In the mirror across from them, something odd happened. Behind the couch where Evie and Chai sat, there appeared two figures: young, fifteen-year-old Evelyn, dark-haired, serious, and neat, and nineteen-year-old Chai, hair longer and not quite as grown into himself as the current Chai was.
The two figures seemed to be discussing something, but it was muffled, as if their conversation was happening at a great distance. Evie kept his eyes on Chai the entire time as the younger versions of themselves came from behind the couch to stand before them, Evelyn passing so close to Chai that he bumped against his leg. A very solid illusion.
Evelyn didn't seem to notice he'd hit anything. No, the boy's eyes were glued to the younger version of Chai, attention rapt as the older boy moved through the appropriate gestures of the wand form Evie could remember having particular difficulty with.
"Such trouble for such a small bit of magic," he said softly now, a hint of amusement at his little failure.
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Chai was so wrapped up in the scene before him, his fingers clutching the arm of the sofa so tight his knuckles were white. His breathing was coming faster, almost in time with his younger self, whose mouth was sliding over young Evenlyn's skin in ways Chai wished he'd done years ago.
He was so consumed by the image in fact it was almost a surprise when Evie's voice, low and husky, spoke in his ear. It had him turning fast, sharply, and Evie's face was right there, closer than he expected. And Chai stared, unable to respond, eyes wide, and mouth open.
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So close, they were both so close. Chai's fingers were going to leave marks on him, bright purple bruises come morning; Evie was fairly certain they wouldn't be the only ones. The thought made his hips jerk and his teeth sink into Chai's lower lip.
Evie broke the kiss for a moment, just a moment to pant against Chai's ear, "I would have given you my cherry then if you'd asked. I would have given you anything." In his line of work, truth often tended to be an unwanted hindrance; Evie sold fantasies after all. But just then, his words were nothing but completely honest. And it was surprisingly heady, being so truthful.
His breath was ragged now, coming in sharp, high gasps, hips taking up a jerky rhythm. just a few moments more. He just had to last long enough to watch Chai lose it first.
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And it was a forbidden fantasy Chai had allowed himself just as often, touching Evie until he came; the real thing was so much more than he imagination could have conjured. The sound he made vibrated against Chai's mouth - he could feel it every bit as he could hear it. He pulled away, not to end the embrace, but to watch the last lingering throes of ecstasy on Evie's face. It sent a rush of heat through him so strong, his fingers tightened once more, before he had the presence of mind to realize how bruising his grip must be.
He relaxed, slowly, breathing calming down, heart rate slowing as he watched Evie come back down. Chai, however, was every bit as speechless after the fact as he was before, and still watched Evie open-mouthed.
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Evie chuckled softly, smile growing against the vulnerable corner of Chai's mouth. "I know."
He'd waited six long years to actually hear those words.
He kissed Chai again before he could say anything more or take the words back, putting to good use the skills he'd learned since coming to Silk Road. His tongue was clever but coy, engaging Chai's in a darting dance of thrust and retreat, a ploy to drive the other mage mad with want. And then Evie took it a step further and drew away completely, lips left shiny and petal-pink. He rose from Chai's lap with obvious reluctance, but he had a purpose.
Bracing a foot on the sofa, Evie slowly pushed one long boot down, then off. He repeated the process with the other, blue eyes intent on Chai the entire time. In fact, he hardly blinked at all as he straightened and began to back towards his bedroom, the smile playing around his mouth every bit a seduction in and of itself.
"You're a bit over-dressed, Chai." The silver top came off, landing in a shimmering pool next to a settee. "You might want to catch up."
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That searing kiss left Chai just how Evie wanted him: more than a little disoriented and wanting more. Clearly wanting more. His tongue swiped across his lower lip in its wake, leaving his own lips just and shiny and a little overfull.
He stood, almost as if in a daze and kicked of his shoes, and then his shirt, following Evie as he went. His clothes landed where he dropped them, leaving a trail behind them. His pants went next, and the entire time he never took his eyes from Evie's face. He came closer, eyes finally slipping down the gaze on spans of bared skin, and where his eyes went his hands followed, slow, soft touches against milk-pale skin. "Have I caught up enough?"
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"Mm, you could say you've outstripped me," Evie quipped, smile edging into a smirk even as his body leaned into Chai's touch, hands braced against his chest. It was distracting, but he managed to get his fingers to behave and undid his shorts, the brown velvet slipping down his legs to pool around his feet. "Now, we're even. And now that we're even..."
Evie's hands slid down warm, gold skin, so intriguingly darker than his own, fingers toying briefly with flat brown nipples before moving on. Blunt nails scraped over well-formed muscles, dipped low over the angle of narrow hips so his fingertips could dance lightly there. And then, meeting Chai's gaze, Evie changed.
It was another one of his hyper-real illusions, a reappearance of 15-year-old Evelyn. But unlike before, Evie was now playing the role rather than a conjured manifestation of himself. He looked younger, sounded younger, and - most importantly - felt younger.
Evie/Evelyn bit his lip, peering up at Chai shyly. "What're you going to do with me?"
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Chai's breath caught as Evie's hands moved downward. Each touch was light and yet searing, and entirely not enough. Like the brushing in the hollows of his hips that hand them rocking forward in an instinct he didn't dare fight back. Pleasure laced through him at the simple touch on sensitive skin. It would have taken him a moment to respond, but then Evie changed, right before Chai's eyes and he was transfixed.
Evie - looking like Evelyn again, just like Evelyn, still fifteen years old, asked him a question and it had heat roaring through his blood in a wave of vaguely inappropriate heat. "What I should have done six years ago," came Chai's rough-voiced answer, and he surged forward. His usual calm reserve was intriguingly absent as he wrapped strong arms around pale skin, and tugged Evie hard against him, Lips met lips in a satisfying kiss, and hands moved to touch every available inch of suddenly younger skin.
Evie felt exactly like the illusion portrayed him to look, and the thought of not-quite touching a fifteen year old Evie had Chai groaning into his mouth again.
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It worked. Chai's breath caught, stuttered, and hissed out. He sucked hard on Evie's lower lip before sliding his mouth down pale, unmarked, and what seemed and felt like untouched skin. The thought had him harder than ever, and he locked onto Evie's neck, kissing, sucking, and biting patches of color onto his fair skin.
Chai often lost a good measure of control during sex. He often sought to, a release from the strict rule he kept himself in daily. But rarely did he lose it so quickly, so thoroughly. Rarely did someone find an unmentionable kink of his so swiftly and exploit it so well. His hips twitched back in immediate response; that smooth grind he'd started was a little less smooth and lot more lewd and hard now.
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It was hot, it was hard, it was dirty, and it was good. Chai's hips jerked against Evie's with an almost vicious strength, and his kisses were interspersed with hot rapid breaths against Evie's neck. His hands slid down smooth skin, along stomach and ribs. One dragged along his upper thigh to curve under his ass and gripped, holding Evie harder against him.
Evie's hands, his fingers were in Chai's hair, and he shuddered at the feel of fingertips against his scalp. Every touch, every sound Evie made was pure bliss, and Chai could feel himself building hard and fast again.
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Damn. If they kept going like this, they'd be done in minutes and - "Oh fuck." - make that seconds.
The hand on his ass was incredibly distracting, to the point where his fingers twisted tight in Chai's hair hard enough to sting and Evie had to try three times to speak past the soft, breathless sounds clamoring to escape his throat. Finally, he managed a half-choked "Chai...oh, damn, Chai-!" He was a little less than gentle when he yanked Chai's head up, but he really needed to get his attention. "I want you to fuck me proper," he panted when their gazes met, and he unwound a hand from dark hair so he could make the proper gesture for a simple summoning charm. The little blue vial that he kept for just this purpose found its way into his hand and he thumbed off the top before presenting it to Chai. "Be gentle with me."
His voice had taken on that shy, guileless quality again, but his eyes told a different story entirely. Gentleness was the last thing he expected or wanted.
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The first sting on his scalp had him sucking a patch on Evie's neck. Hard. The second really got his attention, and it was a good thing Evie yanked his head up so forcefully, because Chai wouldn't have broken the embrace of his own volition.
The words seared through him like fire and it wasn't with a moment's hesitation he took the vial. The wall wouldn't suit, and the bedroom was still too far. "Floor," Chai said gruffly, and lowered Evie's legs, only to push him down to the floor. Not gently. He read that look in those blue eyes. Suggestive, lustful eyes staring out from an entirely innocent-looking face, and Chai groaned, a deep rumbling sound as he pressed Evie's legs apart.
He sloshed the lubricating oil over his fingers, coating them well, before reaching between Evie's legs to rub and press at the pucker of muscle between his cheeks. It was brief, for only a moment, because he was pressing in with one long finger, gasping at the sensation. Evie felt tight, every bit as tight as one would expect a fifteen year old to be and it took Chai's breath away.
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The sheer level of eagerness had Chai fighting the desire to yank his finger free, hold those shifting hips still and fuck Evie through the floor. As it was, he kept pressing in, one long burning drive until his finger was fully sheathed and Evie's muscles were clenched tight around the digit. He twisted his finger, curled it, drew in out and pushed back in deep, giving little to no time to actually prepare him. Were he not so driven by lust, he might have heeded Evie's insincere plea for gentility.
But neither of them wanted that, not really, and Chai was too busy burying his finger, touching and pressing looking for the tight bundle of nerves that when pressed would drive Evie mad. His lips curved again when he found it, and he bent over him to take a rosy-colored nipple in his mouth.
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"Ah!" Oh, that first stab hurt and felt incredibly good, a blend of pain and pleasure so complete, Evie couldn't separate the two. Nor did he want to at the moment. The sharp pleasure had him whimpering, the jolts of it across sensitive nerves as Chai's finger wound and searched deep inside him had his hips writhing.
And then Chai found it, that spot that reduced Evie to high, broken cries and bucking hips. That, coupled with the mouth at his nipple, made his body sing, tremble, arch like he'd break himself in half. His fingers had gone white from the force with which his hands were pressed against the floor before one came up to tangle in Chai's hair. He needed something to hold on to because he was so close to falling apart.
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That sound should have made him pause, should have snapped some kind of sense into him, should have done something besides make him shudder once, groan deep and long, and grow impossibly harder. His hands moved up and down over bare skin, sliding down Evie's arms, and his mouth found another patch of skin of Evie's neck to molest.
And he drew out, almost fully, before pushing back in again, almost as slow, starting a second chorus of Evie's name, sandwiched by swears and hissed breaths at just how incredibly tight the younger mage was. He built at that torturous pace, swiftly building back up. It had been years since he'd lost control over himself so quickly, and never once so completely.
So completely to the point where he was detangling Evie's fingers from his hair and pinning him by his wrists to the floor and his hips were smoothly pumping with steady, increasing speed.
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Chai hadn't quite meant to tease, not so badly. But even the bit of teasing he'd begun was blown away when Evie's muscles started working an incredible kind of magic on him. A stutter breath, something that could have been another muttered swear, and Chai's grip tightened, holding Evie's wrists even tighter. He drove harder, gave Evie more. It wasn't as though he could give any less, not with the pleas that fell from Evie's lips, and the ones so clearly demanded by his body.
It was incredible, feeling the tightness around him so impossibly tight, and again Chai was thankful for the amazing magic Evie was capable of, though he was just as certain he'd enjoy this every bit as much without. But Evie was pushing buttons Chai had little idea he had, and every single thrust was a testament to his complete loss of control.
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It was that loss of control that Evie craved, reveled in. When Chai's thrusts grew even harder, drove deeper, he arched and keened his gratitude, hips writhing and muscles clenching to milk every drop of pleasure from them. Not to mention every drop of come from Chai, but that thought was pressed to the back of Evie's mind, the rest wiped blank by the pressure building at the base of his spine.
Panting and gasping, toes curling, the tight ball of heat wound tight, tighter still until finally Evie's body couldn't take any more and everything snapped, broke into a million brilliant pieces as he screamed his way through a shattering orgasm.
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Chai held out for a moment -- barely -- only so long as he could to watch waves of pleasure take over Evie. The image before him, fifteen-year-old Evie, writhing, grinding, screaming his pleasure, tripped Chai so hard and so fast into his own orgasm, it sideswiped him completely.
A stuttered breath, a clench of fingers, and Chai's hips slammed hard into Evie, pumping fast as he rode out what was by far the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. He never wanted it to end, and at the same time he wanted to do it all over again.
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