Pure Imagination

Summer 2018

To anyone looking on they were just two very attractive young men. One was tall and broad with skin the colour of caramel, hair as black as coal and eyes as brown as the Earth they came from, the other seemed the polar opposite, being not quite as tall with the slim, sinuous build of a swimmer, he had long golden hair and eyes as blue as the ocean that nurtured him. Between the two stood a beautiful black dog its glossy coat shining under the lamplight.

Earlier in the evening the two men had fought off an attack by an evil entity known as the Murnchnik. Previous onslaughts perpetrated by the malevolent being had usually been directed at the taller, darker man but that evening he had attacked a crowd of over a quarter of a million people when for the first time he had struck out at what he had correctly identified as the second Guardian. He was right to think that Rob was too weak to defend himself but had been foolish to believe the stronger Guardian, the one he had been duelling with for over a decade, wouldn’t be there to protect his mate.

For the first time in his life Rob had found his power and seen what he was capable of. That didn’t mean he understood what had happened, nor the part played by the man he was standing in front of. Ozzie casually walked over to Aaron and nuzzled his hand, demanding a fuss. Rob was taken aback. His canine companion never approached people he didn’t know, he usually stood guard over his friend and master until he was reassured all was well. The two men stood looking at each other, both had become oblivious to the world around them. Rob was the first to speak.

‘He likes you.’ He nodded at Ozzie, who was contentedly accepting all the attention Aaron was prepared to give him. Aaron laughed.

‘He obviously has excellent taste.’ His laugh was infectious and Rob found himself joining in with it.

‘I feel as if I should know you, but I can’t place where from.’ Rob was still smiling but a look of confusion haunted his piercing eyes.

‘We haven’t met before.’

‘Then why this feeling?’

‘Because we are destined to be as one.’ Aaron’s calm, steady voice and demeanour washed over Rob allowing him to see his sincerity. A tingle ran down Rob’s backbone before goose bumps moved across his skin making him shudder.

‘I don’t understand. I want to touch you…….Fuck, I want you to touch me.’ He looked skyward. ‘I just don’t get it, I’m not gay but I fucking want you.’ He glared at the big man. ‘Why? Why do I feel like this?’ He brought his hands to his face in frustration. ‘I don’t even fucking know you.’ His eyes locked with Aaron’s and now when he spoke it was with a quiet, demanding voice, full of anger. ‘Just what is going on and who the fuck are you?’ He clicked his fingers and Ozzie returned to his side. ‘And get your hands off my dog.’

Aaron let his arms fall to his sides, palms of his hands facing towards Rob. ‘I won’t harm you.’

‘That’s not the answer I wanted. I’ll ask you just once more and then I’m walking away. What happened in the Park? Who are you?’ Then in a whisper, eyes cast downward, ‘why do I feel like this?’

‘If you let me touch you, just your face, your cheek, I can show you.’

‘Show me?’ Again, the honest sincerity in the bottomless brown eyes and Aaron’s calm manner broke through Rob’s near panic. ‘How?’

‘As I said, let me touch you. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.’

Rob thought for a minute, then put his hand on Ozzie’s head, an action that had become almost a reflex whenever he was feeling uncertain. ‘Ok. But I warn you, Ozzie will tear your throat out if you try anything.’

Aaron smiled reassuringly. ‘I don’t doubt it.’ He took a step towards Rob and gently put the palm of his right hand on his left cheek. Rob felt a slight tingle then a warmth spread throughout his body. He suddenly felt, what? Settled? Whole? Complete?  He stepped back releasing Aaron’s hand from his face. He looked down at Ozzie who was now laying at his feet, contentedly licking his paws. Taking a deep, calming breath he moved back towards Aaron who tenderly put his hand back on his cheek. ‘Look at my eyes, trust me Rob. Just look at me.’  Rob’s ocean met Aaron’s earth. The air formed a cocoon around them. ‘What do you see? Look deep Rob, and tell me what you see.’

Rob hesitated, not yet sure what he saw in the depths of Aaron. ‘The ocean? Is that the ocean?’

‘Yes. Relax into it Rob. Let it carry your weight.’ Aaron placed his left hand on Rob’s right cheek, stroking the finely chiselled face with his thumbs. The action sent another shiver, this one of anticipation, down Rob’s spine. His pulse increased and his breathing quickened. ‘What do you see now?’

‘Waves, a beach, hills, mountains, lakes and rivers ………………… you. I see you. You’re beautiful. You’re …….’ Rob faltered not understanding what his eyes were showing him. Cradling Rob’s face in his gentle hands, Aaron moved closer to him and gently kissed his lips. The touch was so gentle that at first Rob wondered if he had imagined it. ‘You, you’re the mountain, and I’m …….. I’m ……..the sea?......... Oh God.’ Rob rested his forehead on Aaron’s. Their eyes remained locked.

‘Do you trust me Rob? Ozzie does, do you?’

‘Yes.’ No hesitation.

‘Good, then hold my hand, I have to take you to meet someone.’ He felt Rob withdraw. ‘Ozzie is coming too. You’ll be safe, I promise.’ Another feather like kiss. ‘Believe me, I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.’ Rob relaxed back into him. Their hands joined. ‘Put your other hand on Ozzie with mine. That’s it. Ready?’

‘I don’t know what for, but yes, I suppose so.’ The air around them pulsed bright white, Rob felt warm air surround him, caressing his face. As soon as the light came it disappeared. The warm air was replaced with a fresh, cooling breeze that smelled of springtime.

‘We’re here.’

‘What? How the………?’ Ozzie jumped up and barked. His tail was wagging, his jaws were open, his big pink tongue lolling out of the side. Rob knew this as his dog’s happy face. He looked towards where Ozzie was staring. The oldest man he had ever seen was walking towards them. Ozzie ran over to the stooped figure, when he reached him, he nuzzled and licked one of the gnarled hands before gently taking it between his jaws and leading the old man to his young master.

‘Alright, alright Ozzie, I’m coming.’ The dog brought the old man to Rob before released his hand then sat in front of his master his tail sweeping back and forth across the ground. The old man held out his hand to Rob in welcome. ‘Hello young man, my name is Malcolm and I have waited a great many years for this moment.’ Rob took Malcolm’s hand in his, surprised by the strength and vitality it conveyed. ‘Ozzie has grown since we were last together. You have looked after him well. Thank you.’ The look of puzzlement in Rob’s eyes was clear.

‘I’m sorry, what do you mean, ‘since you were last together’? And where am I? How did I get here?’

‘All in good time Robert. Let’s have some tea and I’ll answer all your questions. You are perfectly safe, I give you my word.’ Somehow, without understanding why, Rob knew he could trust Malcolm. Perhaps it was the way Ozzie had greeted him and had since shown no distress at all, indeed, his big furry protector was behaving like a forty kilo puppy lolloping along beside him as he followed Malcolm with not a care in the world.

Malcolm led them to a small, three story wooden structure that was leaning precariously to one side. Its gently smoking chimney seemed to be hanging onto the roof for dear life. Once through the door however, all the walls were upright with no sign anywhere of the far from vertical structure they had just entered. They passed through the house to a colourful and fragrant garden, full of flowers, butterflies, bees and birds. Rob had taken note of some of the strange things he had seen inside, such as a large grey owl that at first glance looked to be stuffed but whose eyes had followed their every move and the small man whose fine features and pointed ears reminded him of Spock from Star Trek sitting on an overstuffed bright pink sofa playing with a badger. Despite the warmth of the day a small fire nested cosily in the fire grate over which was suspended a large, round iron pot from which rose a pale blue steam accompanied by the occasional iridescent bubble that burst with a quiet ‘pop’ releasing a delicious fragrance into the air.

The old magician smiled warmly as he watched Rob’s face register bewilderment, then surprise, followed by a resigned look of acceptance that all would be explained if he was patient. Malcolm was looking forward to when the curtain of forgetting, placed round Rob’s memories when he left for the mainland by the magicians who had helped raise him, would fall away and the young Guardian would start to remember who and what he was. All it would take was a cup of his specially brewed ‘memory tea’ and an explanation of what was happening for Rob’s past to resurface.

While Ozzie wandered off to explore all the exciting smells in Malcolm’s garden, the three of them sat on ornately fashioned wooded chairs placed round a not quite circular table. Within minutes of their being seated the small human or Pixie or Vulcan or whatever he was, whom Rob had seen playing with the badger came out of the house carrying a small tray from which he proceeded to produce a teapot, sugar bowl, milk jug, four cups and saucers, teaspoons, knives, four plates and a three tiered cake stand groaning under the number of delicious looking fancies it held. Rob’s mouth had opened in amazement and wonder as to how so much had been carried by tray whose diameter was no more than eight inches. Aaron chuckled to himself as he patted Rob’s knee reassuringly. ‘It’s just magic Rob.’

‘Just magic? You say that like it’s an everyday occurrence for a near banquet to be produced from something smaller than a dinner plate.’

‘But here it is an everyday occurrence. You’ll get used to it. It took me a while and my parents used magic quite a lot when I was a kid, so it wasn’t like I was unaware of it.’

‘Magic is real? Are you serious?’

Malcolm intervened, handing Rob his cup of tea. ‘Drink this Rob, it will make things clearer while I explain a few things.’ Rob accepted the proffered drink and took a sip.

The freshness of a clean, bright spring morning burst into his mouth. The clouds of concealment began to be chased away by what felt like a refreshing breeze traveling through his head. Sights, noises, colours, all began to burst into his memory. Things hidden from him since leaving the island he was born on began to insert themselves in his consciousness. Faces, voices, names, all began to return to him. The warmth and love contained in his released memories was almost overwhelming, especially vivid were those of his mother who he missed so much following her early death at just forty four, two years previously. Tears of happy remembrance pricked at his eyes.

Aaron saw the happiness in Rob, watched as he relaxed and enjoyed his revived past. Both he and Malcolm sat quietly allowing the golden man all the time he needed to begin processing his memories. Rob slowly began to understand where he was and more importantly, who he was. He remembered all the hours he had studied magic and how to use his special gifts. The weeks spent refining and perfecting his control over his unique powers. The months of solitude when he wandered the magical isle he had been born on, learning how to communicate with all the creatures he came across. He smiled at the memory of times he had swum and sung with the whales that passed the island each year. But most of all, he could recall the years he had been loved and cherished by his mother. All of this was returned to him, and more.

Just as he was beginning to wonder why he had had his memories hidden, a small, impish face swan into his mind’s eye. He knew at once who it was. Warlock Torrin had been his primary teacher during his youth. It had been him who had helped him come to terms with who he was. The two shared an unbreakable bond borne from trust, understanding and love. The image began to speak. Only Rob could hear what was said.

‘Hello Rob. If you are listening to me then you have reached that time in your life we spoke of many times. The world is in danger. All the creatures that inhabit it, magic and human, are depending on you and your fellow Guardian. Humans know nothing of you or the terror they face, their scepticism and selfishness prevents them from seeing what is in front of them. It is unlikely you will receive much help or thanks from them to begin with, but as your struggle against your evil foe develops, so will humans realise they must act. Be patient with them my boy, they are a strange animal but once roused will be a formidable ally. The magic folk are waiting for you. They will give all the help they can. One of us, he calls himself Malcolm, will be your guide from now on. Trust him, but remember what we learned together – listen to your heart, let your feelings and instincts show you the right path. Your power, your magic, comes from your heart. Spend time with your partner Rob, the man who loves you more than life. Learn to trust and rely on him before tackling the Murnchnik. Learn to love him with your soul. Only with him at your side can you hope to be triumphant. We will not meet again Rob, all I have I give to you. Every ounce of magic I had is now yours. I give it freely. I pray to the Moon Goddess that combined with the power you were born with it will be enough to save all we love and hold dear.’

The image faded to be replaced by a surge of clean, white energy that coursed through his entire body. He felt as though he had grown taller, stronger. At its passing he saw that physically he hadn’t changed but mentally, internally, he was bursting with power and magic. He was aware of every atom, every molecule that swam around, through and in him. He saw colours where none had been before. Looking at the dark, handsome stranger sitting next to him he gasped at the radiance of him. The colours of the Earth glowed brightly, magnificently from him. Instinctively he reached out to touch him, not surprised to see the wondrous blues and greens of the ocean streaming from his own body. Aaron’s eyes clasped Rob’s shimmering sea into the strong, firm arms of unmovable Earth. Their embrace lit the world spreading feelings of love and goodness across the seas and continents. Everything that lived knew of their new found love. The magic folk breathed a sigh of relief, their protectors, the Earth’s Guardians had come together at last.

Holding firmly to Aaron’s strong hand Rob turned towards Malcolm, who saw a thousand questions swimming in the young singer’s eyes. He helped himself to a pink frosted fairy cake before he started to speak. He began with some questions.

‘Did my old friend Torrin just talk to you?’ Rob nodded. ‘Good. Do you remember now who you are?’ Another nod. ‘And you understand the magic and power you possess?’

‘Yes. Well at least I think so.’

‘I appreciate it’s a great deal to assimilate but I cannot stress strongly enough that you do so as quickly as possible. As daunting as it sounds, the fate of the world rests with you and Aaron here.’

Rob looked over at the dark, muscular man next to him and smiled. The feeling of need that punched him in the stomach made him gasp. The sensations running through him unbalanced him and Aaron quickly caught him in his arms before he fell to the ground. He felt a warmth and comfort the like of which was alien to him. The way his sex responded to being held by the beautiful, dark haired god, confused and unsettled him. Rob was no stranger to physical love or sexual contact. He was a singing superstar when all was said and done. Sleeping with groupies came with the territory. It was almost a rite of passage, something that was expected. But he had only ever had sex or played around with women. He had never so much as looked at another man let alone wondered what it would be like to kiss one – or more! And yet Aaron’s arms holding him, the soft murmurs of reassurance interspersed with kisses to the top of his head, the warm, spicy, slightly musky smell of him, all combined to tell him he was where he should be, that he was right to feel safe. The state of well-being and contentment that flowed over and through him allowed him to relax. He brought a hand up to Aaron’s face and rested it gently on his cheek. He hesitated before speaking then after taking a deep, steadying breath he asked, ‘You’re mine aren’t you? And I’m yours.’ He clearly saw the affirmation in his mate’s eyes. A wave of relief and acceptance washed over them both. Their lips met in a kiss of welcome, their eyes never wavering from each other as a blush of passion passed between them. ‘I want you,’ Rob whispered into his lover’s soft mouth. ‘I want everything with you.’

Malcolm and Twix, for that was who Rob had thought might be a Vulcan, quietly moved indoors taking Ozzie with them, leaving the Guardians alone to consummate their union.

The two men slowly removed their clothes, eyes shyly glancing at each other as flesh was revealed. Rob saw a tall, coffee skinned Adonis with a physique the most demanding of athletes would be proud of. Slabs of muscle formed the huge chest, finished off with big, brown nipples. He had heard others talking about men with washboard stomachs, but had never actually seen one – until now. He marvelled at how the muscles under the skin of his partner’s torso and arms flexed and rippled with every move he made. Aaron paused before slowly hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his tight, white briefs that looked to be moulded to his body, before teasingly, provocatively, he slid them down over the round mounds of his arse, the action revealing the root of his thick penis. Rob’s breath caught in his throat, he felt his own not insubstantial cock jump and thicken at the sight. His eyes took in the glorious sight before him and before he really knew what he was doing, he was on his knees pressing his face into Aaron’s still covered manhood. He ran his hands over the hugely strong, powerful thighs bringing them up to and over the firm naked buttocks. Taking firm hold of the briefs bunched at the base of his man’s bum he pulled them down, groaning in blissful acceptance when the full length of Aaron’s massive tool sprang free and smacked into his chin.

‘Fuck that’s big.’ The wonder and amazement in his voice caused both men to laugh, beautifully breaking the tension that had built up without taking away from their desire.

‘Wait till it really wakes up.’ Aaron joked.

‘Really? You mean there’s more of it?’

Aaron put his hands under Rob’s armpits and with seemingly little effort lifted him to his feet.

‘My turn. I’ve waited a lifetime for this.’

Moving his hands to the small of Rob’s back he pushed one of them into the waistband of the singer’s tight jeans while slipping the other round the slim hips to unfasten the buttons of his flies. Once loose he knelt at the feet of his fellow Guardian and pulled the jeans and the tiny black briefs worn under them to the ground. Rob lifted first one foot them the other to allow him to remove them completely. Aaron sat back on his heels. ‘Please let me look at you Rob. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long, I just want a minute to take you in.’ Rob blushed and went to cover his erect penis with his hands. Aaron stopped him. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, you’re perfect. Beautiful. Everything I hoped for and more.’ His honest words and steady eyes calmed Rob’s remaining doubts and fears. He dropped his arms to his sides and stood tall and proud, feet slightly apart, eyes making direct contact with the man kneeling before him.

Aaron reached out and ran a finger along the underside of Rob’s rapidly thickening cock. Rob shuddered with want as he felt his mate’s touch. He threw his head back and cried out when Aaron took the pulsing head of his manhood into his mouth. A warmth of need and want spread through him. Goose bumps caused his whole body to tingle. His world became centred on the hot, wet mouth slowly working its way down his thick shaft. Aaron took each inch slowly into his throat, putting all that Pip and his fellow faeries had taught him to good effect. He flexed his throat muscles around the silky, steel hard rod that filled it, rubbing his togue across the underside, until his nose came to rest in the nest of golden hair at its root. Rob was gasping for breath, unintelligible noises coming from his mouth. He put his hands on his lover’s head, running his fingers through the long, black tresses. Aaron began a slow, deliberate fucking of the cock he had waited so long to pleasure. The training he had received, all the thought and concentration he had applied to his lessons, both practical and theory was forgotten as his subconscious took over. All his mind and body wanted to do was give his love to the golden god he could finally touch, and savour. Rob had been given many, many blow jobs over the years since his fame first catapulted him into the public arena, but absolutely nothing had prepared him for the exquisite pleasure he was receiving at the mouth and hands of the man he knew instinctively he loved. He was leaking precum into Aaron’s sucking, licking, biting, lapping, incredible mouth. Aaron tasted each and every drop, Rob’s sweet, salty, musky flavour filling his senses. Releasing the throbbing penis from his mouth he lapped at the smoothly shaved ball sac beneath, and gently stroked a finger back and forth across that oh so sensitive area of skin between Rob’s balls and the tight, virgin rose that was his anus.

Rob felt his legs turn to jelly and only just managed to hold himself up by gripping his tormenters head in his hands. Aaron sat back, leaving Rob feeling suddenly cold and alone. The feeling only lasted as long as it took for their eyes to see each other again. Rob dropped to his knees and urgently, needfully, took possession of Aaron’s mouth with his soft but demanding lips. He forced his tongue deep into his lovers mouth. The taste of Aaron was overwhelming. He couldn’t get enough of him.

Aaron, slowly took back control and so, so tenderly manoeuvred his fellow Guardian onto his back. He put his hands under Rob’s thighs and pushed them towards his chest. Rolling the singers hips up, he exposed the pink, beauty at the centre of his love’s perfect arse. Rob whimpered with desire and some anxiety. He had never felt both such vulnerability but at the same time he knew he need fear nothing Aaron would do. He cried out loudly, with a passion that filled the air, when Aaron’s mouth descended on his most private place and he felt his firm, insistent tongue lick, lap and push against him, into him. His back arched upwards and his hips pushed down when he felt a well lubricated finger enter him. His anus tingled and he felt a warm, calming, relaxing glow envelop his tight anal ring. Aaron silently thanked Pip for the magic oil he had given him.

Over several minutes, that to Rob seemed to stand still, Aaron expertly worked two then three well oiled fingers into his mate’s eager hole, opening him, relaxing him, preparing him for their ultimate joining.

Hundreds of miles away, on the thirty fifth floor of the Harding Tower, London,  Jonathan Harding hurriedly excused himself from a board meeting and took his private, express lift to the basement. He had felt the Guardian’s healing power. He was prepared, although he had not expected them to declare themselves so quickly after the incident at the concert.  Moving swiftly and silently he quickly covered the ground to the wall on the opposite side of the room to the one his elevator occupied. An incantation left his lips and the wall became a mist, a curtain of black and red. He passed through it shedding his stolen shell as he did so. The other side of the roiling curtain was a volcanic nightmare. The earth itself, infected as it was with the evil of the Murnchnik, moved and boiled. Giant geysers of molten lava leaped and danced as far as the eye could see. The stench of rotten flesh and destroyed vegetation would have made any normal creature gag and pass out. But the Murnchnik was no ordinary thing. The creature that emerged from the carapace that was Jonathan Harding, that grew out of its human prison, was monstrous, unspeakable, terrifying.  It raised itself onto its massive scaly hind quarters and pulled itself to its full, ten story height. Raising its hugely muscled arms into the air,  it stretched its flame dripping  hands wide, claws grasping and collecting all the energy they could hold. With a shattering roar the monster flung the fearsome, roiling, boiling, screaming ball of hate into the sky. Faster than any bullet it flew, directed by the Murnchnik towards the source of the pure goodness it was intended to destroy. The hideous, writhing, screeching demon cry of frustration that resonated round the globe made billions cower in fear when to its anger and frustration the monstrous ball of destruction was simply absorbed by the dome of light it had been sent to obliterate.

The Murnchnik sank its huge feet into the hard ground beneath it. Heat and an energy more evil than the creature itself travelled up its legs, collecting in its gut. The monster began to grow, its joints cracking, its scaly skin screaming in protest until the Murnchnik stood hundreds of feet tall and almost as wide. Turning towards the cause of its anger it released an awesome beam of fire spitting hate that fried everything it touched to a blackened, charred husk.

Rob and Aaron felt the hate speeding towards them. Aaron smiled up at his partner. ‘Ready?’ Rob smiled and nodded. The muscular, dark haired Adonis knelt between Rob’s thighs. He held the singers legs wide. The head of his massive, achingly hard penis pressed against the small, pink entrance to the tunnel of love he had only so far dreamt about. Eyes locked with his golden man, he saw a flicker of discomfort in them as he breached the tight ring of muscle. Rob sighed, relaxed and pushed onto him, a look of determination and love on his beautiful face. Aaron pushed in till he had no more to give. Never had he been as hard, or as big. The thickness of his tumescent manhood had surprised him. He shuddered when he felt his pubic bone come to rest against the firm mounds of his lover’s arse. They both felt the strength of the evil approaching. Both prayed their love would be enough to contain and defeat it.

Inside the ramshackle house, Malcolm began to mumble, his hands twisting in complex patterns that as his spell grew became visible strings of energy. With a final flick of his wrists the magic flew to Rob and Aaron, joining with their shield of goodness. He was just in time. Moments after his magic strengthened that of the Guardian’s, the Murnchnik’s powerful blast of black evil slammed into the silver and white dome created by the two magical humans. So great was its impact, so powerful its evil that the shield buckled. Rob and Aaron felt the collision in their guts, as though punched. For a split second the shield wavered, allowing cracks to appear. The Murnchnik pounced, throwing all it had at them totally enveloping the failing shield in with its clawing, grasping, stinking bolts of malevolent lightning. Time after time the protective shield was hit by flames of unimaginable power. The Faeries cowering in terror watched helplessly as thin whisps of destruction hissed their way through the hairline cracks. The Guardians could feel their strength ebbing under the endless onslaught.

‘Love,’ Malcolm shouted hoping beyond hope that he would be heard above the ear splitting screams of thunder pummelling the frail shield above them. ‘Use your love.’ Unable to hear anything but the frightening roar sent against them, Rob and Aaron held each other tightly. Fear crept into the furthest edges of their eyes. Tears ran down Rob’s face. How was he supposed to fight this? How could so much be expected? Hope began to fade in his clear blue eyes until a sound he knew and loved pushed through to him. Ozzie barked again and again and again only stopping when he felt his master’s hand on his head. A revitalising surge of energy filled Rob’s weakening body, reenergising him.

The moment the three of them were joined, a riot of golden shards of love shot into the air. Carrying hints of  blue, green,  silver, turquoise and white the healing light was underpinned by solid, immovable tones of brown, grey and amber. Aaron began to move inside the man beneath him. Their passion grew the faster he pushed and pulled into and out of his precious lover. The dome of protection was flooded with love and peace that simply absorbed any hate that had penetrated the shield. Where it had been damaged and breached, the shield was whole again.

Rob leaned in towards Aaron, his free hand wrapped round the back of the taller Guardian’s neck pulling his head down. His lips fastened on those of his new found love, their tongues twisted and flicked against each other. Their love for each other was in the breath they shared and that spilled out into the air around them. Rob pushed his body against the solid muscle of his mate. Each felt the hardness of the other as their hips pressed together. Aaron sucked Rob’s tongue deep into his mouth, gently biting along it, the stimulation adding to the singer’s arousal. Rob gave no more thought as to why he wanted this man. All he knew was that no woman he had been intimate with had managed to make his cock leak just from kissing him. As their passion built so did the strength of the magic that surrounded them. The more aroused the two men became, the bigger and stronger was the shield of pulsing gold. Aaron moved his free hand to the small of Rob’s back pulling him harder against his aching groin. Moans of desire escaped both their mouths. Rob could feel his cock tingling, his balls churning. He moved his hand from Aaron’s neck to his lover’s muscular, tensing arse. The two men looked at each other in wonder and amazement as first Rob then Aaron felt their cocks thicken, their balls tighten and rope after scalding rope of their magical essence flew from them. Rob coated their chests and stomachs with his hot seed, while Aaron pumped all he had deep into his partner’s welcoming gut. The power released smashed through the protective shield and in a blinding flash and near deafening roar, obliterated the evil sent against them.

Silence filled the air. Nothing moved. The Guardians eyes were locked together, seeing only what was deep inside each other’s hearts. The first sound anything heard was Rob quietly saying, ‘I love you,’ followed by his soulmate replying, ‘I love you too.’ Then all heard a big black dog barking as it danced and jumped in joy knowing its masters were finally as one.

‘That was close.’ Malcolm looked shaken and much, much older than he had before the evil had attacked them. Rob and Aaron could see the effort it took for the old mage to stand. ‘Its power is growing. I almost thought we were too late.’

Rob walked over to the old mage who stood stooped and almost broken. Giving no thought to his own nudity, he placed an arm around the magicians shoulders and drew him to his chest. Malcolm felt warm and comforted. Aaron stood, crossed to where his love was holding his old friend and enveloped them both in his strong arms. Malcolm felt his old body began to tingle and a glow appeared around the three of them. The sound of mighty waves breaking on solid, unyielding rocks could be heard and the tang of fresh, cleansing sea air assailed his senses. He looked at his tingling, glowing hands in wonder as the skin covering them tightened. The liver spots that told of his great age faded and disappeared. Pulling his sleeve up, revealing his thin, fragile arms he watched as muscle replaced wasted flesh. He felt his old, crooked back begin to straighten as a strength he hadn’t had for centuries flooded hisac frail body. He noticed that his eyesight was blurred then laughed as he realised it was because he didn’t need his spectacles anymore. Tears of joy gathered in his eyes. He ran his tongue over teeth where minutes before had been gums.

Rob released his hold on the old magician. ‘The evil we fight may be growing in strength and power Malcolm, but he doesn’t have what we have. He can never be as strong as we are. We have love and friendship, trust and companionship. The Murnchnik only has hate and fear on its side.’ He moved to Aaron, taking his hands in his. They smiled at each other, the air was filled with joy and laughter.

Ozzie bounced up to them barking for attention. Both men crouched down and each put an arm round the happy dog. Aaron looked up at his old friend.

‘That creature hasn’t got a chance Malcolm.’ He shifted his gaze to the man he loved and rubbed his hand on their dog’s head. ‘And we are only just getting started.’