Darkmancer Chapter two

It was just past 7pm before Tom walked into the room, I believed that he had been in one of the conjuration labs. Special rooms specially designed for people with a knack for the art of conjuration to go and practise, with the materials needed as well as books and other useful items; I myself was sat at my desk poring over a tome, I was translating, one from the secret library, a manual describing the ways of Darkmancy, teaching how to free your spirit from the restrictions of mind and body. I wrote none of what I read down, allowing the information to be stored in my head only. As well as some of the more darker practises, such as the powers of Balefire and Dark Lightening, as well as chapters covering the creation of Ill’guard and other creatures.

“What you doing?”

I looked round to see Tom in the open door way, I could barely keep the smirk from my face. If he only knew what I was intending on doing to him he probably would not ever want to speak to me ever again. However, he had no clue as to the potion, or the intention of my plans after he had consumed the potion.

“Reading a Kelvish scroll. It’s a really hard text to translate, the runes are near incomprehensible and sometimes they mean several different things, it’s a real pain.”

I had to lie to Tom; I knew texts weren’t one of his strong suits. He was a talented conjuror, with the ability to transmute and shape one object into another. He was one of the most gifted of all the Conjurors in the school and Mr Theodenel the conjuration teacher repeatedly said that he had the potential of becoming a teacher in conjuration himself.

“What’s it about?” I doubted very much that he actually cared but it was small talk between 2 friends.
“It’s a story, kind of interesting about a drake in the Kelvish Highlands and how it terrorised the locals. I am doing a thesis on dragons and their other cousin Drakes and Wrym’s it’s supposed to be one of best and clearest accounts of Drake activity in the known records.” 
Tom walked towards the door to the balcony, I already knew what he intended, but I didn’t want to go if I wasn’t asked to join, for all I knew he wanted peace and solace.

“Want a fag, I’m off for one, you want to join me” he said as he grabbing a box of Embassy No1 from the pocket of his blue robe, proffering one to me, as he put one between his thin lips and sparked up hid own fag. 
“Yeah go on then I can read this later. It ain't going anywhere” 
I got up and pulled a fag out from the pack, grabbing my lighter from off the desk, and I walked onto the balcony behind Tom. Sparking up I inhaled deeply, taking in the nicotine deeply into my lungs, before breathing out a breathe laced with the smoke.
“So what you up to tonight?” I asked

Tom looked at me. As though to say what do you think I’m going to be doing.
“Nothing really, maybe I can go to the pub”

I laughed at his joke. No mage was allowed out without special permission from the school. We hated been the eldest here old enough to drink, yet unable to go out of the school. We were prisoners in a very beautiful gilded cage, but prisoners none the less.
“Want a drink?” I knew that he would think it a drink of water or juice.

Asking as I breathed out the smoke, putting the fag in the ash tray on the table.
“Yeah, what you got?” he sounded very uninterested by the whole notion.
“A can of beer, that sound good to you” 
Tom looked at me, eyes wide.
“How did you get some in?”
“Don’t you remember I had to go into town to get some stuff from one of the shops, I bought 6 cans then, shifted and placed them inside my body, as well as 2 bottles of vodka. I tell you it was painful walking back into the gates, but oh so worth it” 

Although we were allowed to smoke in our rooms, drinking was not allowed.

I poured the drink into a pint glass, ceasing my chance I added the contents of the vial to the drink, I drank the small amount left in Tom’s can and poured my own. 

Walking onto the balcony I passed Tom the drink. 
“Cheers.” He drank the entire pint in one go, I smiled, he noticed the smile on my face
“What?”
“You obviously really needed the drink”
I picked up the fag and took another deep drag
“Well I certainly need this” 

I finished the fag and my pint, walked back inside; Tom followed me in and shut the door. I walked over and locked the door, noting that 5 minutes had passed. I spun round and looked at Tom. I walked up to him and began to pull up his robe. I pulled it over his head, as I did so, the living cloth robe that I wore melted into my flesh, I stood there naked, looking at Tom wearing his underclothes. I pulled of the light cotton shirt. His torso, although not unseen by me, I revelled in the ability to traverse it with my hands; I slipped my hand over his chest and twirled the light brown hairs on his chest with my finger. I lowered on my knees squatting and began to lick his left nipple, twirling the bar in my mouth slightly, while rubbing the other in my right hand, while my other hand ran down his firm body, following the contours of his six-pack to the waist band of his white boxers. I knelt down fully so my knees where on the floor; I could clearly see his semi hard-on, beginning to poke under his boxers. I pulled them down, revealing his penis, I wrapped my mouth around his pecker and began to suck hard, his dick continued to swell in my mouth. It had to be at least 7 or 8 inches in length. My hands were placed firmly on his butt cheeks; I slipped one off and bean to explore his arsehole. He pulled me up form the floor. Kissing me deeply, our tongues wrapping around each other, he pulled away. He then bent down and started to suck me off, although not a brilliant head, he had a lot of potential. He then pulled off and licked the head of my dick with his tongue a few times then stood and said in my ear, a tantalising whisper. 

“Fuck me” 

He certainly didn’t need to ask twice. This is what I had been waiting for since I first set eyes on him.

I pushed him down with some force, I was a bit rough, but hell what was rough when you were in the throws of mad fiery, passionate love.
He laid on the bed, crouching to all fours; his arsehole was teasing me to enter. Ripping the sheets clean out from under the mattress on my bed, throwing them out of the way. I laid on the end of the bed, positioning my self in line with his arsehole. I spat onto my hand, covering my penis with my spit as a form of lubrication. I began to slowly slide my penis up his arse. His moans were lined with pain as well as pleasure. I realised, I must have popped his cherry.

“Harder and faster” he moaned

I began to thrust in and out of his arse with some speed. His moans began to become more and deeper and filled with pleasure. I could feel my penis wanting to release my seed into his waiting chasm. I resisted the urged and changed the shape of my muscles and stopped the possibility of ejaculation for the moment, I reached round and began to jerk of Tom’s dick. His moans deepened and I knew he was close to cumming. I allowed my muscles to fall back to the old positions and the feeling of been near to cumming, came back as well. Within moments we where cumming together, my seed shoot deep into his waiting arse, his spread into my hand waiting. I pulled my penis out and he collapsed on the bed, looking up into my eyes as I swallowed and licked his cum off my hand. I collapsed onto the bed next to him pulling the sheet over us. He wrapped his hand around my waist, as I snuggled deeply into his body, feeling the bar in his nipple press against my flesh. I fell asleep in his arms.