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  “I won’t.”

  “Jamie, little Jamie…” Niko lifted his hand to tilt Jamie’s chin up so they gazed at each other, eye to eye. Staring into Niko’s brown orbs, Jamie felt as if he were falling from a great height, down into a deep, dark well. “Master,” Niko repeated. “You’ll call me Master, and be happy for it.”

  “Master,” Jamie repeated slowly.

  “Good… good.” Niko’s hand slid back down between them. “You have earned a reward. Tell me,” he said, stroking Jamie’s cock and thumbing a drop of dampness off the tip. “What do you want most right now?”

  A dream. Only a dream. He could have whatever he wanted, no consequences, in a dream, right? “Fuck me,” Jamie said, boldly lifting his arms to wrap around Niko’s waist and pull him in closer still. “I want you deep inside.”

  Niko purred, actually purred a little trill. “No wish to be made ready first?” he said, teasing. “No desire to feel my fingers caress your rosebud? For my mouth to bite at these hard little nipples, for sweet-smelling lubricants gliding between us?”

  “No.” Jamie shook his head. “Fuck me. Just fuck me. Now.”

  “Jamie.” Niko caught his eye, and again, Jamie felt as if he were falling. “It pleases me to prepare you. You will let me do this.”

  Jamie groaned. Yet again, he felt as if he couldn’t bear to resist the temptation. “Fine, then. Prepare me. But for God’s sake, do it fast.”

  Niko’s mouth curved up in a smile. “God has very, very little to do with this.” His clever fingers slipped lower, rolling Jamie’s balls against one another. “But I have quite a lot. Pray to me, instead. I want to hear my name on your lips. ‘Niko’ and ‘Master.’ Cry out for me when I touch you. Let me know how good it feels.”

  “Niko…”

  “Yes, that’s the way.” Niko slithered down Jamie’s body, spreading his thighs apart, and finishing by kneeling between them. Niko’s cock, thick and perfect, jutted out from a nest of tangled dark hair, a line of wetness trailing from its tip onto his thigh. “Yes, I am ready for you.” He reached for Jamie’s prick, running one finger from a bubble of pre-come down to the root. “You are not yet ready for me, no matter what this says. It is my right to prepare you.”

  “Niko,” Jamie groaned. “Hurry. Just hurry.”

  “All good things in time.” Niko reached to one side, and as if from thin air, drew a stone bottle stopped with a cork. Jamie didn’t question its coming to be -- anything could happen in a dream. Niko pulled out the plug, releasing a burst of sandalwood and spicy scents, hanging heavily like a cloud between them. “Ahh,” Niko said, inhaling deeply. “The favorite unguent of a medieval Catholic monastery, meant for soothing tender skin. My favorite, too, but put to quite another purpose.”

  Dipping two fingers in, he scooped out a handful of pale ointment flecked with verdigris green and sea blue. “Spread your legs for me, Jamie,” he crooned. “Open them wide. Lift them high, and let me see you.”

  Jamie raised his knees, spreading them wide. In real life, he might have blushed. Doing something so sexual outside, in the open air? Where anyone could walk by and see them? See him, exposed as he was to Niko’s probing eyes and fingers? Never. But it was only a dream. He could do what he wanted.

  “Fuck me!” he ordered, reaching out for Niko’s arm. “It’s a dream. We don’t need all of this.”

  Niko made a tsking sound, shaking his head. His eyes narrowed. “Rules, Jamie. If you are to play with me -- and you are -- you must learn there are rules to be followed, even in dreams. Rule number one, never order me. Do you understand?”

  “Screw rules. You’re my dream.”

  “Am I?” Niko drew back, not touching Jamie at all. “If you want this to go on, you will say ‘Yes, Master.’ Do you understand?”

  “Niko!”

  “Say it.”

  Jamie groaned. Niko hadn’t even breached him with his fingers, but he felt empty, hollow without the cool touch of Niko’s flesh inside his channel. “Yes, Master,” he said. Inspiration struck. “Fuck me, Master.”

  Niko chuckled. “Again, I see you learn well. But you forget, too. Rules, Jamie. The next rule: I will take as much time as I please to prepare you for my cock.” He stroked it. An impressive length. “I would not hurt you, even in the Summer-Shadowlands.”

  “Is that where we are? I -- oh!” Jamie shut his eyes tightly. God. He’d have given anything for equal consideration from past lovers, but with Niko, all he wanted was to feel Niko’s tool inside him, now. Hot and hard and pushing away the blazing emptiness inside. “Rules,” he said with a small sigh.

  “Come, come. You talk as if my hands on you, in you, feeling you, is a bad thing,” Niko chided. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the tip of Jamie’s cock, clever tongue swirling away another pearl of pre-come. “Or my lips? What do you think of my lips?”

  Jamie moaned.

  “An improvement over speech, at least,” Niko murmured. He reached for the stone pot, and scooped out more of the fragrant ointment. Warming it between his palms, he slid them into the valley between Jamie’s ass cheeks, circling his hole with one finger, then two. Jamie felt himself ‘wink’ at Niko, impertinently inviting him in. Deeper. Faster. More.

  Niko slid one finger inside him. Jamie felt him searching, then sucked in a breath and arched backwards as he hit the special spot and massaged it with a gentle touch, just hard enough to make him see sparkles and lights. “Ah, God!” he cried out.

  “As I said, God is not in this picture.” Niko added a second finger, smooth and fragrant. “I am. Call out to me.”

  “Master. Niko. Please, more, more, please.”

  “You beg so prettily.” Niko slipped in a third finger. “Will you be so sweet when I push my cock inside your hungry little hole? Will you beg for me then?”

  “I’m begging for you now.”

  “And soon, yes, soon you will have me,” Niko murmured. Still on his knees, he withdrew his fingers, laughing a little as Jamie made a noise of protest. “You’re open for me,” he crooned. “Ready to take me in. You will have me. All of me. In fancy now, and in reality soon.”

  “What -- what do you mean?” Jamie panted.

  “You will see.” Niko lifted Jamie’s long, tanned legs and draped them over his shoulders, knees fitting perfectly against his neck. Jamie locked his ankles behind Niko’s back, determined not to let go. “So eager.” Niko sounded pleased. “Now, tell me how much you love this.”

  He pressed forward. Jamie felt the tip of Niko’s cock pushing at his hole. Soft at first, then harder, but oh, so slowly, until he breached the protective ring. Then, with one long, smooth slide, he was inside him, gliding in to the root, balls-deep. Jamie let out a long, wailing cry, fisting his hands in the sun-warmed grass. “Niko!” he pleaded. “Good, so good!”

  “Again?” Niko drew almost all the way out, then slid in a second time. His hands worked on Jamie’s arms, fingers drawing little patterns. “And again?” He fit words to action. The friction, so delicious, sent Jamie into a fit of panting, pleading and moaning in incoherent, garbled speech, begging for more.

  Niko’s face showed the strain of holding back, yet still he fucked slowly as if he had all day, or all night. “You wish for me to go faster, yes? You would like for me to batter into you like a ram, hard and quick and rough.”

  Gasping for air, Jamie nodded. It would kill him, but oh, what a way to go!

  Niko’s smile was pained. “Not yet, Jamie. Not yet. That I save for when we are together in the flesh. But for now, there is still pleasure to be found. Bear down against me. Squeeze me tight as you can.”

  As Jamie obeyed mindlessly, Niko’s eyes almost rolled back in his head. “Good,” he said. “Again!” He thrust forward as Jamie bore down, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable level. “Good,” he said, his voice ragged. “Good. More!”

  Jamie gave him more. It was a dream. Why not? He gave Niko everything he had, then found untapped wells to
draw from for still deeper passion. He felt as if he were fucking an angel, a fallen seraphim, and drawing life itself from the act. He was drawing near the gates of heaven, barred from going inside, but basking in reflected glory. Niko made up his world, and at the moment, he was enough.

  Niko’s hands lost their fine motions, and gripped at his arms with a desperate strength. “Are you ready for me?” he said, his own breath coming quick and fast. He reached down between them with trembling fingers and began to work Jamie’s own cock, somehow still skillful enough to treble the pleasure between them. “Come for me, Jamie. When I say the word, come for me. Come, and call me ‘Master.’ Will you?”

  “Yes.” Jamie tossed his head back and forth on his neck, rolling it in the grass. “Kiss me?”

  “I do not kiss. But now, Jamie. Come for me -- now!”

  With a mighty shout, he arched back, his cock deep within Jamie’s hole. Jamie felt the spurts of hot liquid bathe his insides, and he too lost control. Stripes of come painted his hand and Niko’s belly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He babbled, words which made no sense, except that he did hear himself calling Niko ‘Master’ at least once.

  Falling forward, catching himself only by fists planted on the ground, Niko drew in a deep and lusty breath. “Jamie,” he crooned. “Jamie, you are better than I had dreamed -- and this is as yet only a dream. When we come together in life, you will know even greater pleasures.”

  He drew his cock out, leaving a gaping emptiness behind. Jamie almost wailed. “Don’t,” he said. “Don’t!”

  Niko looked at him with something almost like fondness. “I must. Have patience. Soon, I will come to you.”

  He tilted his head to a side. “Your music player has fallen off. Your music player has fallen off. Your music player has fallen --”

  “Hey! Hey!” A hand shook Jamie’s shoulder. “You in there? God, you must have been having some dream, babe. Your MP3 gadget fell off. Beethoven doesn’t exactly jive with Pink Plastic Twister, you know what I mean?”

  Jamie’s eyes popped open. He gasped and jerked back. Instead of his dream man -- Niko -- Ella hung over the back of the airplane seat, grinning at him. “What’s your favorite waltz?” she asked cheerfully. “I used to be into that kind of stuff. It makes great seduction music. You know, when you want to set the mood.”

  “Um -- I --” Jamie scrambled for words. He felt warm wetness seeping through his jeans, and was devoutly thankful he’d worn a long black shirt covering his lap. “I -- uh --”

  “Oh, you!” Ella swatted his shoulder. “You’re as bad as my brothers when they wake up from a nap. Anyway, the pilot asked me to wake you up. We’re coming in for a landing in a few minutes, and if you don’t have your seatbelt on we’re all up cocoa creek if you catch my meaning.”

  “My seatbelt?” Jamie felt for it. He’d never undone it. “It’s on.”

  “Cool. Hey, flyboy!” Ella turned to yell. “Bring us home, baby!” With another cheeky grin at Jamie, she settled herself in her seat. Through the gap between them, he could see her packing up bags of candy, more chips, an apple core, and the crusts from a sandwich. After consideration, she popped the crusts in her mouth.

  Jamie turned to stare out the window. Yes, he saw it now, Chimera Island. Gorgeous. Did he see a real volcano in the center? He’d have to take pictures later. Document everything. It might make a great article for the magazine, but how the hell was he going to think about anything except Niko for days?

  No one had ever touched him so deeply. Fucked him so gorgeously. Been that demanding, and that giving. Niko had found a spot inside him Jamie didn’t know existed, and picked the lock open surely as if he’d had a key. Absently, Jamie rubbed at his chest. He could almost still feel the patterns those fingers drew on him. It had to be his imagination, but he nearly felt sore, as if he’d been fucked as deep and hard as it had happened in the dream.

  It had to have been real. Soon enough, he’d find out for sure.

  Or not.

  Thirty minutes and a clean-up trip to the airplane bathroom later, they still hadn’t landed.

  Jamie stared out his grimy airplane window, sunk deep in thought. Turbulence. It figured. What else did he expect in the Bermuda Triangle, an easy landing? The pilot didn’t want to “bring ’er down” until the winds surrounding Chimera Island died a bit, so they were stuck flying in circles over the gorgeous, blue-and-green dot in the middle of the sea.

  Not like he minded so much. It gave him time to think. Deep thoughts, about dreams. He’d had wet dreams before -- hell, he’d been through the teenage years, thanks. He’d even had more than a few erotic night visions as an adult that woke him up from a sound sleep, gasping, his sheets wet with come and his muscles trembling from an orgasm.

  But he’d never before had a dream that left him sore and aching deep inside. Never felt as freshly fucked as if a lover had just pulled out of him. Something didn’t click there, and his mind refused to stop working at it. It was a puzzle which needed solving, and if there was one thing he was good at, it was solving puzzles. He’d made his living out of solving riddles. Tracking down the inside scoop. Piecing together fragments and clicking them together to form a story. He’d won awards for nosing out what no other journalist could.

  So be damned if he would let this one go.

  The Bermuda Triangle… what did he know about it? Not much. Ships disappeared, and so did airplanes, as far as he knew. Something about Amelia Earhart tugged briefly at his mind. Still, no hard data. Nothing to go on. Nothing but the mysteries everyone knew surrounded this patch of ocean.

  Mysteries needing to be unlocked.

  Jamie wasn’t a stupid man. He’d seen more things on heaven and earth, Horatio, as the saying went, and he put nothing past any person. Someone, somehow, had reached out and tapped into his mind. Pulled him past dreaming into -- what? An astral projection? Some place where his mind and soul were solid as his body, just as real and fuckable? Done things to him that were not only scandalous, but felt wonderful, and affected his physical form as it dozed on the plane?

  Magic. He’d run across it before. Voodoo and the like. He’d written articles. Never had made up his mind if it existed, but now he wondered.

  Well, if someone had decided to work magic on him, he’d just work a little back. How, he wasn’t sure, but there was nothing like giving it the old college try. He bet, too, he knew just who’d been pulling the strings.

  Closing his eyes, he focused on the image of a lean, angular face framed by soft black hair. Snapping dark eyes both gentle and harsh. A slim, pale body with a cock jutting from his groin, eager and ready for action.

  “Niko,” he whispered. “Niko. You’re real, and you’re out there.”

  He clicked on his Beethoven and closed his eyes. “Niko,” he chanted. “Niko…”

  Chapter Five

  Niko replaced a small seeing crystal in its holder with a growl. Turbulence! Of all the things he should be able to control, the plane carrying his mate was being held up by turbulence. At that very moment, instead of landing and stumbling out into his arms, Jamie circled above him in the air, waiting out the winds buffeting Chimera Island.

  This? Not to be borne. “Sprite!” he snapped, striding toward his work table. “Come to me. Now!”

  The tiny creature popped into being above its silver plate, dancing a little jig. “Too bad, too bad!” it sang. “Have to wait. Poor Niko!”

  “Poor Niko, indeed,” Niko snapped. “Why have you permitted this to happen? My mate should not be held hostage by the element I command. I order you to cease the ripples in the air and let the plane land.”

  “Not my doing.” The creature pirouetted until it became dizzy and fell down.

  Niko resisted the urge to flick it hard with finger and thumb. “What do you mean, not your doing?”

  “My master’s bidding,” it sang, lolling drunkenly on its plate. “It keeps the plane flying high, not landing, not coming to Niko. Poor Niko!”


  Niko’s hand curled into a fist. “Your master? I am your master!”

  “Not so, not so.” The sprite climbed back onto its feet and took a broad, cheeky stance. “There is one greater than you. You know, you know. Remember your lessons.”

  Biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted sweet, salty blood, Niko did remember. He commanded the sprites as a force over the element, but ultimately they answered to a higher power altogether beyond even his control. “Ask it, then,” he demanded. “I want my mate by my side. Now.”

  “Can’t have him, can’t have him,” the sprite sang. “Not like you want him. But there is another way.” The tiny face twisted with cunning. “Want to know?”

  Niko regarded the sprite suspiciously. “How so?”

  “He calls to you, from his seat in the air,” it said cheerfully. “The cord you wove between you goes both ways. You forget, you forget. The threefold rule, Niko. Your grandfather taught you. Do you remember?” It twirled. “Your mate calls you, and you have no choice but to go, go, go.”

  “I have every choice!” Niko snapped. “And what do you mean, he calls to me? He should have nothing but a quickly-fading memory of what we shared in the astral plane.”

  “Wrong, wrong. He remembers all. Feels it, in his body. Wants you again, more, now. As you want him. The cord runs both ways!” The sprite executed a few steps of a sprightly jig. “Magic is on his side; magic helps him. He can summon you to him. His call is strong. No master of magic, but he has power. Oh, yes, he does. Niko wouldn’t have wanted him otherwise.”

  “Power? What do you mean?”

  “Jamie can control the air,” it sang. “Not so much as you, but some, some, some. He doesn’t want to land until he’s seen you again, in his dreams. Higher Power hears his cry, not yours. Makes the winds blow hard, poof, poof! Niko goes to him, yes, he does. Make things right.”