Healing Fire (17 page)

When Lem’s shaft filled him, he felt better than he ever had. He arched, entire body begging for more, for pleasure, for the zing of Lem all throughout him. Lem pushed into him again and again, touching that special place inside him.

He gasped, crying out, eager for more. Lem gave it to him, brushing past that spot each time. The light turned violet, the world spinning madly about them. It was magical, and it was his, anytime he wanted it or needed it.

This was his whole world, this mountain, this man. This life. It filled him just as Lem did.

“My world,” he whispered.

“Yours,” replied Lem, spending inside him.

His own seed sprayed from him, pushed from him as he shared his joy. Lem kissed him, sinking onto him, his Lem’s love palpable.

This was no story, no fiction. This was their life.

Lem woke Jules just before first light. “You don’t need to be dressed for this,” he promised, leading his naked lover out onto the mountain. “You’ve never seen dawn from the sky, have you, my heart?”

“No, Lem.” Jules’ eyes glowed with an inner light now, all the time. It was as if finding his calling was healing Jules’ own soul.

It was fascinating and intoxicating, and it made him love Jules more than ever.

“Then it’s about time you got to see it. Come fly with me.” Lem thought about his dragon, roaring as he shifted, his wings spreading out wide.

As if his dragon called to Jules’, his lover came to him, magic pouring from his scales. His Jules grew more beautiful every time he let his dragon have him, as if each passing day when he used his powers increased him.

*Come*
Lem took off, climbing into the sky toward the stars. Jules’ joy chased him, nipping at him.

He flew up high, taking Jules above the mountain, then turned them to fly toward the east where there was a tiny bit of light coming from the horizon. The colors began to bloom, the sky warming from navy to purple to red. Soon it was on fire, the first kisses of the sun’s rays, glinting off Jules’ scales, setting his dragon on fire.

*Beautiful*
Jules spun, his dragon pure happiness.

They flew and flew as the sun slowly came up over the horizon, the colors of the sky changing constantly, the reflections off Jules’ scales ever changing, each change brighter than the last.

*Beautiful!*
Jules’ laugh rang out.

*You are!*
Lem swooped around Jules, dancing in the air around his heart.

Jules flew from him, giving him something to chase. They played for a long time, flying and chasing each other through the sky, the air fresh and clear, the day wonderful.

He took the lead again as they drew near the place where the mountains met the forest. They’d almost flown to the castle, and he wanted to check things. They’d heard nothing from the castle since they’d left. No sign of anyone from here among the many who had come to see Jules.

The castle was quiet, still, no sign of either the Graithen or his kin. He landed at the forest’s edge, Jules landing next to him. Lem shook himself, his dragon falling away from him, leaving him naked and proud in the sunshine.

*Lem?*
His lover sounded worried, wings and tail wrapping around him.

“I need to check the castle, my heart. I need to see what has happened. You will stay here where I know you’re safe.” He needed for Jules to be safe.

*Leave it. Leave it alone*

“I must see, my heart. We must know what will come for us.” He didn’t want to be surprised by an attack.

Jules slipped into his man skin. “Then I will come with you.”

Lem shook his head vigorously. “No, I cannot risk you.”

“And I cannot risk you. I cannot give without you.”

Lem was torn. He knew Jules’ words were the truth, but he also knew they needed the warning. He looked again at the castle, listening hard, but nothing moved, nothing made any noises. Nothing. Not even birds or insects.

Lem frowned. “There’s something very wrong at the castle. I think we should do a flyover.” That way they could easily flee if they needed to. Jules had become strong as the dragon, wickedly fast when he needed to be.

“Can I heal it, Lem?” Jules asked.

“I don’t know, my heart. We need to see what there is first.”

Lem let his dragon take him again. Jules joined him, staying close, the worry pouring off his Jules in waves. Lem took them up high to start with and circled the castle. He could see nothing from up here, though. Everything looked cold and still. He attempted to fly over the castle, but it was as if the air stopped, the winds themselves dead.

*Lem. Lem, please. This is a bad place*
Jules was nearly grey, his beautiful colors all but gone.

Lem wouldn’t put Jules through this.
*Leave. Home*

He swooped near a courtyard once Jules had gone ahead of him. What he saw there shocked him. His kin and the Graithen alike were lying dead, tangled together in a violent picture. As he turned, he saw the prince, Jules’ brother, lying dead at the edge of the courtyard, his head at a wrong angle.

Oh. Oh, no. His people, his masters.

*
Lem! Lem! It’s a bad place!
*
Jules’ mental voice was a panicked scream.

His attention went immediately to Jules, and he flew toward his heart.

*
Lem! Home! Home! Home!
*
The sound was vast, a roar that shook the stones of the castle.

He flew harder, pushing Jules ahead of him, refusing to leave Jules’ back open to an attack.

The castle began to collapse behind them, the burnt ruins unable to resist Jules’ horror.

It was only when they reached the base of the southeastern mountain that Lem dared circle in the air and watch as the last of the castle disappeared into a heap of dust, the cloud rising to the sky.

Jules never looked back, just raced toward home.

Sorrow in his heart, Lem followed Jules, putting on as much speed as possible. Jules roared as he flew, tears crashing to the ground, felling trees. He followed, his heart aching for the fallen behind them, but mostly for his Jules.

*My fault?*
Jules landed in a heap on the ground, wings beating the dirt.

*
No!
*
He landed next to Jules, wrapping his wings around the beautiful body.
*Healer. You heal*

The war they’d left behind was not about healing. That was death and greed. His Jules was the opposite of those things. His heart was everything that was right with the world.

He trilled softly, whispering thoughts of home and love and peace. He stroked Jules with his wings, loving Jules as best he could.

Jules slowly relaxed.
*All gone*

Lem rumbled out his agreement.

Jules cried, mourning softly.
*Bad place*

*Yes. Bad*
Lem whispered and rumbled, purred, speaking to Jules of love and magic.

Slowly he took his human form. Jules slipped into it as well and melted against him. Lem rocked his heart, murmuring softly, holding on.

“Lem. They were all dead.”

“They were. They killed each other with their war.”

Maybe it was better that they were all gone, that they had spent all their anger on each other instead of leaking it all over the world. Such hatred would have harmed his Jules irreparably had they come to him, Lem was sure of it.

“I’m sorry.” The words were more sigh than sound.

“For what? You did not kill anyone. There is only happiness in your soul.” His Jules was
good
.

“They came for me. Twice.”

“Marabelle said they wanted to use you.” He would not allow that to happen. Ever. “They wanted to use you, and the royals wanted to keep you hidden away forever. Neither of them will have you now.”

“No. No, I belong to the mountain, to the earth. I belong with you.”

“You do. And I was made for you.” He stood, getting ready to take on his dragon again. “We must go back home, let the sorrow heal.”

“Will it heal?”

“You can heal anything, Jules, even yourself.”

And if Jules could not, then Lem would.

***

So much death. So much ruin. So much pain that the air was dead. Jules took to his bed and stayed, so tired, so lost.

Lem brought him lemon candies and tart berries, sweet spring water and the loveliest flowers. The care reminded him of when Mabon died and Lem came to him, loved him.

“I miss your smile, my heart,” Lem told him.

“I do, too.”

Lem took his mouth and kissed him hard. “Then we will make healing between us so you can smile again.”

“Are you going to take me out to the sun and feed me?”

“I am going to take you out into the sunshine and love you.”

“And if I say shoo, I wish to sleep?”

“Did that ever stop me, my heart?”

He almost—almost—smiled. “No, Lem.”

“Then come on. Come into the sunshine. Come into my arms.”

He reached up and let Lem take him, hold him. “Please, Lem. I don’t want to cry anymore.”

“No more crying. You need to have joy. You need to be joy.”

Lem carried him to the mouth of the cave and out into the open, the sunshine thick, solid. The light filled him, and he arched back into its touch.

Lem hummed, the sound pleased. Then his bodyguard, his everything, began to undress him, baring his skin to the light’s touch. The touches of light and Lem joined, became the beginnings of magic.

Lem pressed kisses over his face, lips warm and lingering on his skin. His lips clung to Lem, and Jules began to breathe. Lem explored his body, fingers sliding on his skin like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“No one will live there again, Lem. No one will read my books.”

“There will be other books, my heart. Other things that bring you happiness.”

“No more fires. Just us.” This was his prayer. His life now was good, his bed soft, the sunshine warm.

“Just us, my heart. Making a good life.” Lem’s kisses spread down his throat and over his chest.

“Healing the wounded, their souls.” Jules arched up, begged for more.

“It is what you’re meant for, bringing joy into the world.”

“And to you. I bring you joy, Lem.”

“Oh, Jules. You
are
my joy.”

Jules held on tight, lips meeting his Lem’s. Their hands joined, the marks on his palms flaring, blue light beginning to surround them. Yes.

He gasped, offering himself to his Lem. His legs spread, and Lem pressed into him, thick shaft opening him up. The joining filled him—both with the pleasure of Lem’s cock and with pure, simple joy.

“My heart.” Lem met his gaze, love and joy and tenderness filling him.

“My light. Please. Please, let us fly.”

“Yes. Fly together.” Lem moved into him, taking him over and over, the pleasure building.

His climax was secondary to the way sorrow fell from him, to the way his chest filled so that he could breathe clean air. Lem fixed him, Lem completed him. Lem loved him, and he loved his guardian beyond all else. He would do anything to keep Lem with him.

“All you need is to be my Jules.” Lem kissed him hard. “Mine. My heart. My need. My life.”

“Yes, Lem. Now!” Heat sprayed from him in a rush.

More heat filled him, Lem spending as well. They were together, spun into a single spear of light. Lem’s breath filled him as they soared together.

As one, they took on their true forms, and together, they flew.

The End

Sean Michael
, often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

For more information on other books by Sean, visit his official website:
SeanMichaelWrites.com

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