Introduction

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This storyline is about the two couples, Jason and Kieran and Erik and Alonzo, the main characters from My Roommate the Alchemist and Wishcraft. Now that we're in phase II of the story, the POV will change between these four characters. The two storylines combine because the lives of the two couples are becoming more intertwined from this point on.

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Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 2 (The Wedding)
Three Day Weekend part 2 (Sunday)

Kieran

Sunday morning, I woke up on my own. For more than a week, Jason had awakened me gently. It felt strange that no one was kissing me or rubbing my butt. My back felt bare. My arms were wrapped around the stuffed bear Jason had given me last night, and someone's arms were around me from the front, but they weren't strong enough to be Jason. I opened my eyes to see Alonzo looking at me with a smile on his face. He was very pretty, and I'd always been a little jealous of him. It wasn't just his appearance; it was the fact that he was so self-confident and always seemed happy.

"I thought you were waking up," he said, moving closer to me. One hand was under my neck and the other was holding my waist loosely. "You're beautiful when you sleep, did you know that?"

I blushed, and he kissed my nose. "You're pretty, too, Alonzo," I said. "Both sleeping and awake."

He slapped my butt softly and laughed. His laugh was pretty, too. "I didn't mean that you weren't pretty when awake," he said. "I meant that you didn't look sad when you were sleeping."

"I'm not sad all the time, Alonzo," I said, holding the bear tighter to my chest.

"I didn't say that you were always sad," he replied. "I said that you looked sad or lost. The only time your face brightened was when you were looking at Jason. It always made me want to give you a hug."

I laughed a small laugh. "Do you want to know the truth, Alonzo?" I asked. "It's not that I'm sad all the time. It's that I'm uncomfortable around people. All my life I tried to keep people away from me so they wouldn't see who I was. Jason made me feel happy with who I am. It's the main reason I love him so much. And sometimes I can't believe that he's with me and I get a little bit afraid that I'll wake up and he won't be there."

"That explains it!" Alonzo laughed. "When Erik asked Jason to go to the gym with him, he said that he didn't want you to wake up alone. That's when I volunteered to get in bed with you until you woke up. Even then he was reluctant to do it. You should know that Jason will never leave you."

"I know that up here," I said, touching my forehead. Then I pulled the bear closer to my chest.

Alonzo brushed my hair back from my face. "Let's get up and I'll brush your hair out and show you how to braid it," he said. "Your hair gets tangled easily. You should braid it before going to bed."

"Jason usually brushes it for me," I said, sitting up.

Alonzo was laughing again. "Of course, he does, sweetie," he said. "You're his favorite toy, like a pretty doll he can dress and style. I'll explain it to him. He wants you to be pretty for him, so he'll understand."

He pulled me over to the vanity and sat me down and started brushing my hair gently, starting at the bottom and making short strokes so the brush didn't get caught in my tangles. "I am so jealous of you, right now," he said. "My hair was this curly when I was younger, but now it's just a little wavy."

"I'm always jealous of you, Alonzo," I admitted. "I love the way you're so comfortable with who you are, and I love the way you move and the way you dance."

His face lit up and his eyes grew wide with excitement. "Do you want to learn how to dance?" he asked. "I would love to have someone to dance with. I love Erik, but we both know he has no rhythm and two left feet."

"Jason can dance," I said, feeling a need to praise my man.

"Maybe," Alonzo said. "I know he can dance on the dance floor focused on his partner, but I'm talking about dancing for an audience, even an audience of one."

"I can't do that," I said. "I'd be too embarrassed."

"Honey, Jason and Erik are the only audience I'm thinking of," he said. "You can dance with me for our guys, can't you?"

I thought it over, but the eager look on Alonzo's face made the decision for me. "Fine," I said, "teach me to dance, Alonzo."

 

Jason

The exercise room at this resort was pretty good, although not as complete as the one at the rec center. And it was a humbling experience to work out with Erik. He was five inches taller than me and about seventy pounds or so heavier, and it was all muscle. He was wearing weight training shorts. Unlike my own knit shorts, they were short, almost like something I would put on Kieran. If he weren't so big and hairy, I could be attracted to him. He was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off his impressive physique. He was getting some looks from a few of the older guys in the room.

At the moment, he was spotting me, and I was looking up at his impressive bulge that was barely contained in his pants. Last night, I couldn't stop looking at it as it plunged into Alonzo's tiny little butt. I was amazed that it could fit. I finished the set, and my muscles were feeling pumped. I took Erik's hand and he pulled me up and into a bro-embrace before slapping my back.

"Good job, Bro," he said. "I need a workout partner, if you're up to it on a regular basis."

"Sure," I replied. "I could use a little more bulk. I haven't wanted to leave Kieran alone long enough to go, but I think he's getting better now. Maybe we can work out during Kieran's yoga class."

We were walking into the locker room when Erik said, "I didn't know Kieran did yoga."

"He hasn't started yet," I said. "His trainer in mind magery says that it will help him learn to focus and to gain control over his mind-soul-body connection."

"I didn't know Kieran was getting training in any kind of magery," he replied.

"He hasn't met his trainer yet," I said. "His first meeting is Monday. I must go so I can schedule his sessions. I'm keeping tight control over his schedule as I start to let him do a few things without me."

We were talking while getting ready for the shower. "What's mind magery," he asked. Since finding out about the magical world, he'd been asking questions all the time.

"It's an ancient form of magic that you don't see much outside of a few regions of the world," I said. "It's a type of magic that's innate, like Alonzo's rogue magic. It doesn't require a focus or special materials, but it has less ability to shape or change reality. Kieran has some talents in this area. He can read minds if he concentrates long enough. He may have other talents as well. Rakesh is going to evaluate Kieran's potential."

We were both in hotel robes, holding our toiletry kits and towels, but there was only one shower available. This locker room had individual shower stalls with frosted glass doors. "You can go first," Erik said.

I smiled at him and said, "We can share, Bro. They're roomy enough."

We left our towels and robes on hooks and went into the shower. There wasn't a lot of room, and I wasn't sure why I'd asked him to join me. We turned the water on and stood under the spray, side by side. I felt small and hairless next Erik's massive and hirsute body."

 

Erik

"What are we doing, Jason," I asked. I'd been trying hard not to touch his body because this question had been plaguing me all during the workout. I was more than a little attracted to him. He was a sexy guy, but he was so coolly masculine that it caused a disconnect in my brain.

"I don't know, Erik," Jason said. He let his hand run along the muscles on my arm. "I think I'm attracted to you, but not in the same way I am to Kieran. I have no desire to get fucked by anyone, let alone that massive club you have hanging between your legs. And I only like to suck tiny hairless cocks, but I've been wanting to touch your muscles all morning."

I felt his firm pectoral muscles. "I'm feeling the same thing, Jason," I said. "You're hot as fuck, and I've been wanting to touch your body from day one."

"What do two masculine tops with no desire to bottom do with each other?" he asked. I saw real confusion in his eyes.

"You've never had a gay bro who was your equal, have you?" I asked in turn.

He shook his head and said, "No. It's always been me dominating a smaller submissive. Uncle Kamon tried to talk about it with me while I was in the Academy, but I wasn't ready to listen to him."

"Usually, you make me feel a little inferior to you, Jason, because you're always calm and in control," I said, "but today, you've made me feel powerful. First I was able to teach you something about weight training, and now I get to teach you this."

I move in to kiss him, but Jason put his hand on my chest. "This won't make things weird between us, will it?" he asked.

"Not unless you let it become weird," I replied. "It will allow us to make love to our boys lying side by side in the same bed and not be terrified of touching one another."

He put his arm down, and I pulled him in for a kiss. It was different from kissing Alonzo because our tongues fought each other for control, never giving ground to the other. As much as I loved the way Alonzo melted into me when we kissed, I found it strangely erotic to be with someone who didn't yield to me. I crushed his body against mine, and he returned the favor. It was like wrestling, but much sexier.

Our hands found each other's hard cocks and we stroked them while kissing. Alonzo's hands were soft, and his grip was gentle. Jason's hands were firm, and his grip was strong. It was such an erotic feeling that I couldn't last long. I could tell from his breathing that Jason was just as close.

"This is what we do," I said. "We're just two bros enjoying each other's powerful bodies. It's totally gay, but that's okay because so are we. Neither of us is controlling the other. It's just two bros doing what comes naturally."

"Your cock is a monster," Jason said with ragged breath.

"Yours is impressive as well," I said. "Mine's just a freak of nature. It's a good thing that Alonzo is so flexible."

My shaft was full of cum. It contracted, and my scrotum pulled up tight. Then I was cumming. My load spewed all over his chest and hands. Jason came too. I could tell that his knees were buckling from the experience. We held each other for a while, until we got our breathing back under control, then we kissed for a few more minutes.

"Was it too weird?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Not weird, but amazing."

Then we cleaned up before going back to the room.

 

Jason

I had no idea that I wanted to do what I did with Erik. I was afraid that it would make me feel weak and submissive, but it didn't. It had been an affirmation of our masculinity and a deepening of our friendship.

As soon as we got back to the room, the boys met us with cold mineral water with a twist of lemon and led us to the couch. Kieran was looking shy, but Alonzo was smiling and looked ready to burst. He pulled Kieran into the middle of the room and put on the old disco tune Shake Your Booty. Then the boys started dancing. It wasn't an erotic dance, but more of a disco line dance. It was only erotic because the boys were naked.

It was obvious that they'd been practicing while we were working out. Kieran kept missing his steps, but Alonzo was so sweet with him. I realized that he hadn't prepared this dance number to make me and Erik happy. He'd done it to help Kieran become more confident. In that moment, I loved Alonzo for himself, not just because he was Erik's boy. I'd always thought he was kind of flighty or airheaded before.

As the boys danced, their hard little penis's flopped around, and whenever the refrain came around, they turned and shook their booties. Alonzo could twerk like a champ, but I was more drawn to Kieran's clumsy attempts. The song was a dance remix, so it was much longer than the original, and it was highly repetitive, but they'd only had time to practice a few dance moves.

When the song ended, they boys took a bow. Erik and I were clapping and giving them wolf whistles. Alonzo was hamming it up, with a broad smile and Kieran was blushing and trying to disappear inside himself. I jumped up and grabbed Kieran and spun him around, kissing him and holding him tight. Erik followed my lead and did the same thing to Alonzo. If the size difference between Kieran and me was big at eight inches, it was enormous between Erik and Alonzo at thirteen.

"Did you like it, sir?" Kieran whispered.

"I loved it, Little Prince," I said. "How could you ever doubt it?"

"I wasn't very good, sir," he said. As usual he was harder on himself than I could ever be with him.

I didn't want to give him meaningless praise, so I replied, "You hadn't practiced long, and you'll get better every time. Was the dance perfect? No, but it was beautiful because it had two beautiful boys in it, and it will get better every time you practice. Erik and I will expect a repeat performance next weekend."

Kieran was smiling at me now. He was becoming a little less insecure every day, and every tiny step was like a milestone as far as I was concerned. "You're pretty even when you're sad and timid, but you're beautiful when you smile."

Erik was rarely as vocally supportive of his boy as I was of Kieran, but Alonzo didn't need it the way Kieran did. The two of them were already seated on the couch, Alonzo curled up in Erik's arms. I sat down next to Erik and held Kieran on my lap. My finger found his hole and rubbed it, making him moan.

"Let me get your pills and tea," I said. "I prepared them before I left for the gym."

But Kieran kissed my chest and said, "Alonzo made sure that I took them when I got up, sir."

I kissed him on the forehead and then turned his chin up so I could taste his cherry flavored lips. He opened them for me, so I could claim him, but Alonzo interrupted us. "There was more to the routine, guys," he said. "Don't you want to see it?"

"Sure," I replied. "Show us."

Alonzo pulled Kieran back into the middle of the room and then put on a playlist that began with What You Need by the Weeknd. He pulled Kieran into a kiss. Erik and I both sat up and took notice. They sank down onto the carpet and kissed even more passionately, running their hands along each other's body, touching everywhere except for their penises. They began by running their hands through each other's hair and down their necks. Their lips soon followed. They struggled to kiss each other's nipples, their torsos twisting around the other's.

Then they had to shift position, so that they were lying head to foot with each other. They planted soft kisses on the groin, right at the spot where their hips and pubis came together. It looked for just a moment like they were going to swallow their partner's cock, but instead each boy stuck out a small tongue and licked the other's scrotum, their fingers sliding back to stroke the boy hole.

Kieran lay on his back and Alonzo knelt over him. Kieran raised his head and tasted his partner's hole, spreading the cheeks to get his tongue inside. Then Alonzo leaned down and began doing the same thing to Kieran's sweet bottom. My heart was racing, and Erik's eyes were glazed over. His hand had found its way to my leg and was squeezing it. The boys seemed to be enjoying themselves. They tongued each other for a few minutes then turned around and went back to kissing.

Neither Erik nor I could take it anymore. Both our cocks were poking out of our robes, hard and pouring precum. With a nod, we stood up and picked our boys up off the floor and pulled them to our chests. "Couch?" Erik asked, but I remembered our conversation in the shower.

"Bed," I said, picking Kieran up and carrying him towards our bedroom.

 

Erik

I picked Alonzo up and followed Jason. Jason put Kieran down on the far side of the bed and then climbed in behind him. I placed Alonzo down next to Kieran and climbed on the bed behind him. It was like we were making a twink sandwich with one slice of white meat and one slice of dark meat with Jason and I as the bread. Kieran was so naive, he seemed unsure what was happening, but Alonzo caught on right away. He pulled Kieran into an embrace and started kissing his lips. Jason and I tested our boys' holes and found they were relaxed and open, so we lifted one of their legs and pressed our cocks against their rosebuds and pushed forward.

Kieran was crying out a little as his man entered him. Despite my cock's greater girth, Alonzo was moaning softly, "Pica me en el culo, papi. Me encanta mucho tu pinga grande."

Jason was whispering words of love to Kieran. "I'm so proud of you, Little Prince. You were so brave and so beautiful out there. I held off grabbing you for as long as I could, but I needed to get inside your pretty rosebud to take what's mine."

"I love you, sir," Kieran responded. "I'm yours. Every part of me is yours."

He was getting misty eyed again, and Jason bent around to kiss his eyes. He was so tender with his boy, but Kieran was fragile, like a beautiful porcelain doll. He needed a gentle touch, and he craved it. I knew what my boy liked but I didn't want to spook Kieran, so I kept my voice low.

"Do you feel me inside you?" I whispered, struggling with the Spanish I was trying so hard to learn. "You belong to me, puto pequeno. I'm going to make you into my moaning little maricon. Is that what you want, mariposa?"

I was sure I was mangling the Spanish and I only knew so many ways to call him a bitch, a whore, or a faggot in a foreign language, but I knew that he would understand me, and appreciate the effort. He loved to be verbally abused while I fucked him, but neither of us wanted Kieran to hear it. We believed he was too innocent.

Alonzo liked to be slapped, but I couldn't do that either while we were in bed with Kieran, so I kept the fuck itself gentle, except when it was time to open his second sphincter. I punched it with my cock hard three or four times before it opened. Meanwhile, Jason was still being sweet and loving.

"Do you feel me knocking, Little Prince?" he asked. "Are you going to let me in today?"

He kissed Kieran's neck and stroked his hair. "If you're not ready for me this morning, we can play around in the foyer. I won't be disappointed."

Kieran was so different from my boy. I thought Alonzo would probably slap my face if I got that warm and fuzzy with him. I pushed inside his colon with ruthless force. He went from biting his lip to biting my hand until the pain receded.

"Esto me duele en el culo y esto me encanta!" he said. I heard something about a pain in his ass, but he loved it.

Jason said, "Kiss boys. Show your men how much you love it."

The boys started making out again. We plowed them, Jason moving softly and me punching Alonzo's butt hard. I was surprised to hear Kieran whisper, "You can take me harder, sir. I can take it."

"Let me know if I'm too rough," Jason cautioned, but he picked up the pace and used a little more force. Soon Kieran was grunting and groaning like Alonzo.

Jason gave me a look and a shake of his head. He mouthed, "Don't believe him."

It was true that Kieran seemed to think he was taking a hard pounding when Jason was still being very gentle. Meanwhile I was giving it to Alonzo more gently than I usually did. He grabbed one of my hands and pulled it to his nipple. I knew what he wanted. I pinched it and gave it a twist. That made him jump and push his butt back against me.

Alonzo came first. Which meant I came second. Kieran wasn't too far behind. As always, Jason had the greatest endurance. He came last. Then Jason and I rolled over on our backs and the boys eagerly cleaned our cocks. They gave us a surprised look when Erik and I kissed, but they were smiling when we finished.

"Did you like seeing that boys?" Jason asked.

Kieran was smiling and looking at Jason. "If you liked it, sir, then yes. I thought it was hot. You and Erik are like two sexy men who like each other, but own boys who also like each other."

Alonzo chimed in, "I love that you two sexy men like to kiss. When I saw it, I wanted to climb up and bounce on your pole again papi." He was looking at me when he said that last part.

"Good," I said, "but don't go getting any strange ideas boy. We're still the men in these relationships and you're still the sexy little bottom twinks."

Jason got up and said, "Clean up the mess, boys, then join us for a drink."

Then the two of us grabbed our robes and went back into the sitting room. Jason put his robe on and told me to put mine on as well.

"Why?" I asked. "You know it's coming off again,"

Jason smiled and said, "It's the power dynamic. We're clothed and they're naked. It reminds them that we're in charge and they are submitting."

"Alonzo doesn't like me to dominate him, except in the bedroom," I said. "He explained it all to me after our ... recent troubles."

Jason shook his head and said, "He likes this. When he says the bedroom, he means the house. I've read his reactions. He doesn't want you trying to control him at other times, but he wants you to be the man at home. Just don't try to treat him like I treat Jason outside the house. Here, he's your submissive bottom boy who wants to be controlled. Outside he's your boyfriend who needs to feel independent."

"I don't want to confuse Kieran," I said. "It'll be hard for him to understand why Alonzo has freedoms he doesn't have."

"Maybe," Jason replied, "but I can explain it to him. If Alonzo continues to show responsibility towards Kieran, I'll let him take some responsibility for him. It'll make him feel a little bit of independence and help Kieran feel like the submissive he is. It would probably confuse him more if he didn't see Alonzo as ranking a little higher than him in our little social hierarchy. I hope to help him stabilize his feelings and needs before we have children. Kieran will have to be able to see himself as higher than the children in the power structure."

That took me aback. "You're thinking about children already?" I asked. "Have you even asked him to marry you yet?"

Jason smiled. "We experienced the sacred marriage of opposites and became one perfected whole for one glorious moment. As far as I'm concerned, that was our marriage. We will make it formal in the magical community sometime next year, and we'll make it legal by mundane law sometime after that."

"How do you know that Kieran feels the same way?" I asked, genuinely curious. I never ceased wondering if Alonzo and I were a forever couple, or we were just partners for now.

"We were one being for a moment in time," he said. "I know how he feels, and he knows how I feel. Since his mental powers are developing now, he probably knows more about how I feel than I know about him."

 

Kieran

When the men left, Alonzo and I took the sheets off the bed. Alonzo noticed my furrowed brow and asked, "What's confusing you, Kieran?"

"What does it mean that Erik and Jason are kissing?" I asked. "Are they ... is Jason ... I mean, is Erik ... um ... who's the man in their relationship? Is Erik Jason's boy too now, or is Jason Erik's boy, and ...."

Alonzo put his arms around me and said, "I forget how naive you are, baby. Jason and Erik are bros. Both are still men and neither of them is dominant over the other. Even guys who identify as straight sometimes kiss or even have sex."

"I don't really get it," I said.

"Have you ever heard the expression Women are Venus and men are from Mars?" I asked. Kieran nodded and continued. "Honey, it breaks down like this. Erik and Jason are dominant tops. We're submissive bottoms. When it comes to sexual dynamics they're above us on the power chart, but they're equal. We're on the bottom and we're equal, but not to them. It's possible for them to have sex with each other and it doesn't affect their relations with us. Just like we can have sex with each other without affecting our relationship with them."

"We can't have sex, though," I said. "We can't touch each other's penis."

"There's more to sex than penises, sweetie," he said. "I don't touch your penis because Jason owns your penis, and he doesn't want anyone else touching it."

I whispered, "Jason doesn't really touch my penis, either. It's like he isn't concerned with it. He says a penis is superfluous on a submissive boy."

Alonzo seemed a little concerned. "And how do you feel about that?"

I shrugged. "He's right. I have better sex with Jason than I did before Jason even though I never cum from having my penis touched. Does Erik touch your penis?"

Alonzo whispered in my ear, "Sometimes he does? Erik and I aren't like you and Jason. I like being dominated by him, but it's kind of a game. For you it's more than that. Isn't it?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I like it when Jason tells me what to do. Sometimes he makes a different decision than I would, but even then I feel better when I do what he says. He says that I have no good father figure in my mind, and I need one. We're not weird or anything, but Jason is like my lover, my boss and my father all rolled into one – and I like it."

"I know you do," he said. "You're special Kieran. I'm a total bottom boy, but you make me feel like a dominant top."

For some reason I felt better knowing that Alonzo knew I was a better submissive than him. But there was something bothering me, and it must have shown on my face. Alonzo said, "Go ahead and ask. There's something else you want to know, and I think you're embarrassed to ask it."

I breathed a heavy sigh, then asked, "Why do you want Erik to call you bad names when you're having sex? And why did you wish he could slap your face?"

"Oh baby!" he said. "I didn't want you to know that. I like it because it makes me feel a little dirty. I'm not like you. You're innocent, but I'm not. You were a sweet little virgin when you met Jason, but I manipulated a priest into seducing me when I was a teenager. It excites me to feel dirty."

"I kind of get it," I said. "I couldn't tell whether it was a game or not when I heard what you were thinking. It's like how I enjoy the feeling of having no responsibility. I love not having to make decisions. I argue with Jason sometimes, but I even like it when he tells me that I can't eat things I want to eat or make me try things I don't want to try. It's comforting. I suppose it's hard on him, though, having to make decisions for two people all the time."

Alonzo kissed my nose. "I doubt it, baby," he said. "Jason gets off on telling people what to do, just as much as you like doing what you're told. It's like you two were made for one another."

That reminded me of what Jason always said, that we complemented one another. "And the slapping? Doesn't it hurt?"

Alonzo laughed a little. "I heard through the grapevine that you love being spanked. It's the same thing. I love it when Erik slaps my face or grabs my throat or even squeezes my nuts a little. He knows how to do it without really hurting me. But let me ask you. Do you like it when Jason smacks your butt playfully, or when he spanks you hard enough to turn your butt red?"

I was blushing furiously now. I admitted, "When he smacks my butt just a little, it's like we're playing around, but when he spanks me hard enough to cry, it makes me want him to fuck me right then."

"It the same with me and Erik," he said. "I like to feel a little pain, but I like it during sex. A spanking happens before sex."

It was weird that Alonzo could like things that sounded frightening to me. If Jason grabbed my throat or slapped my face hard enough to make it sting, I'd start crying and probably just have another melt down.

 

After our conversation, we went back into the sitting room. The guys were sitting on the couch in their robes, playing music videos on YouTube.

"Boys, grab everyone water from the minifridge," Jason said.

Alonzo came over and joined me at the minifridge. Jason had taken all the drinks the hotel had put in the minifridge out and has put a six pack of beer and a couple dozen cans of carbonated water in various flavors. I chose an orange water and Alonzo chose lime. Jason wanted lemon and Erik wanted Raspberry. We each took our drinks and our guys' drinks and then went over to sit on their laps.

We were both leaning back against our guys and they each had one hand on our stomachs. Jason was rubbing my belly while he and Erik decided what videos to play next. We didn't spend long watching music, just long enough to enjoy a drink before Jason said, "Let's get the boys dressed and go to brunch before deciding what to do today."

 

Jason always picked out clothes for me to wear and today was no exception. He started with a small golden jock, then he handed me light pink t-shirt with the words You'll Have to Ask My Boyfriend on it. Finally, he handed me a pair of silky blue shorts, the kind that were short enough that they usually had a liner in them. He'd taken the liner out so I could wear my jock. Then he gave me a pair of pink ankle socks and my rainbow sneakers.

While I was getting dressed he put on his black jeans, black shoes, a dark red long sleeve shirt and a gray vest. He had an over the shoulder bag like mine, but his was black and mine was rainbow colored. I'd never noticed his bag before. It has discrete Chinese writing on it in gold lettering. He had the top open and it looked empty to me.

"Is that a new bag, sir?" I asked.

"No. What's new is that you're seeing it. You must be seeing completely through the velamen arcanum now. This is where I keep my wallet, my pentacle medallion I use as a focus when I must cast a spell, my potions, and my alchemical weapons. It's why I always hug you on this side," he said, pulling me tight against him with his left arm. "There's a slip pouch here on the backside for my phone, so I don't miss a call."

While we were waiting for Erik and Alonzo to come out of their bedroom, Jason took my phone and started looking through it. "You have five friend requests on Facebook, Kieran," he said. "Two are phishing attempts. One is David Campos. I've deleted those three. Two are from relatives of mine, my cousin Vincent Dicanzio and the other is from my mother. You can accept them if you want to. They're probably just interested in getting to know you since you're all over my page.

"You have 38 unviewed telephone messages. Let me install an app to put them in text format. Mostly scam messages I see, but this one is interesting. It's from Brandt and Calloway. The message says that they've been trying to reach you since your birthday on August 8^th. Since you haven't answered any of their messages, they're sending a registered letter to your campus address. There's something about a trust. We'll take care of this on Tuesday, Kieran, since Monday is Labor Day.

"You have to listen to your phone messages," he chided me.

I hadn't seen Erik and Alonzo come in while I was being scolded. Alonzo came over and gave me a hug; he gave Jason a comically mean face like he was scolding him. Erik looked over Jason's shoulder and said, "I can set it up so that all his phone messages show up on your phone as well. It will take some time, but it won't be hard."

The two of them started talking about technical stuff and I whispered to Alonzo, "I hate listening to phone messages."

He laughed at me. "Honey, everyone hates talking on the phone," he said. "But sometimes you must. My tia won't answer a text to save her life, and businesses sometimes must talk to you directly."

Jason came over and kissed me. "Once we get legally married, I'll put all the financial stuff in my name, and you won't ever need to answer a phone call or listen to a phone message again. You can hide from people all you want on your phone, but I'm still going to make you dance with me sometimes in public."

"It's a deal, sir," I said, like he'd bothered to ask my permission in the first place.

"When Erik gets your phone set up properly, I'm going to check things for you, but this app on your phone will translate your voice messages to text, so you can read them."

"Thank you, sir," I said, putting my phone in my bag.

We went to brunch. I noticed that Alonzo and Erik had a cowboy theme today. Alonzo was in very tight light blue jeans and a purple paisley shirt with pearl headed snaps. He wore a red faux leather vest and a cowboy hat with a rainbow band. Erik wore relaxed fit jeans and a red shirt. His hat had a leather band on it. Both wore cowboy boots.

This resort had a nice brunch menu in the restaurant. Jason didn't like buffet lines, so we didn't go to the cafe. Erik had pancakes and sausage, which is what I would have ordered for myself, but Jason ordered me poached eggs, sliced tomatoes, and avocado toast. Since he found out that I like avocados he's been giving them to me for breakfast most days, since potatoes, avocados and tomatoes were the only vegetables I really liked. I was learning to like mushrooms and salad because Jason insisted I eat more vegetables. Alonzo ordered eggs benedict because he'd never had them He said they were good, but I couldn't watch him eat them because everything was piled on top of each other and they were covered in sauce, and I didn't like food touching (I made an exception for avocado toast and bagels because they're sandwiches), and I didn't like sauces on my food, except pasta and I only liked it without any chunks of stuff in it. Jason ate oatmeal with nuts and dried fruit. It came with grapefruit. We'd had the argument about oatmeal before. T was the one time he ordered something, and I refused to try it. He insisted I try some and I ended up crying until he relented. It had two things I hated, chunks of things in my food and oatmeal. I thought it was slimy and gross.

The food was good, and no one seemed to be staring at me. The waitress soon realized that Jason was answering for me whenever she asked a question, then she smiled at my t-shirt and started asking him the questions.

"He is an obedient little thing, isn't he?" she asked.

"Most of the time," Jason replied with a wink. "I rarely have to spank him."

I wondered if she caught the emphasis on the word have. I did and my ears were burning a little. Then she turned to Alonzo and Erik and asked Erik, "And what about this one? Is he a good boy?"

Erik laughed and said, "He's still in training."

The waitress thought that was hilarious, or at least she acted like she did. She kept filling Erik's coffee cup. She seemed especially attentive to him. Alonzo had put cream and sugar in his coffee, and he didn't let her refill it. Jason and I had mineral water with lemon because Jason didn't like the tea selection. We were mostly finished with breakfast when a man I didn't know came over to the table. He was young, like us, with long brown hair and a goatee. He had a pentacle ring like Jason always wore.

"Jason Lee!" he exclaimed, patting my man on the back. "I didn't expect to see a sophisticated west coast man like you here in the boonies. What are you doing here?"

Jason put his napkin down and stood up to give the man a bro hug. "We're all at Severan College this year," he said. "This is my boyfriend Kieran, and my friend Erik and Erik's boyfriend Alonzo."

Then Jason gave his friend a sage nod and added, "They're all in the club, so don't worry."

Turning to us, he said, "Guys, this is my friend Cornelius Ravensley. He and I were at school together. What are you doing here? Aren't you from Maine?"

"I am," he said, "but my oldest sister is marrying Quentin Trevor today and ... why don't you guys come to the reception. I need someone younger there and Valerian won't dance with me if there aren't any other gay couples there. You know how he is."

"Your sister won't want a bunch of strangers at her wedding," Jason replied.

"But my mother adores you," he said. "You know that she'd love to see you again."

"We don't have the right clothes for a wedding," Jason sighed.

"Don't be ridiculous," Cornelius said. "My father would love to dress you all for a wedding. Please? I don't know any of the Trevors and my family is all so much older than me, and you and your friend can show off your boyfriends, and how long has it been since you've been to a party with our sort of people?"

Jason looked over at Erik and raised an eyebrow. "I'm game if you are," he said. "And Alonzo would love to go dancing at a fancy party, and – no offense to my baby – Kieran is going to be a little uncomfortable wherever we go unless we stay in the room."

He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me, "And I can sit with him in the corner if it gets to be too much. And I can finally introduce you to some of our kind before I spring my parents on you."

Jason and Erik chatted for a few more minutes, but I knew they were going to say yes. And Jason was right; I was going to be uncomfortable in a crowd and I had to start getting over it. I swore that I would be as cheerful as possible in this crowd. But that's when I heard the voice in my head.

"What's Ravensley 6 doing talking to Red Prime? No, he's talking to Red 2. Red 3 and Red 4 are here as well. That's going to cause a stir once I can report. Severan Team must be fit to be tied if they lost Red Prime."

Then it was gone. I looked around the room, but I had no idea who they were and who they were talking about.

 

Alonzo

I knew that Cornelius Ravensley was a mage as soon as he came over to our table. Ever since my powers had awakened, I'd had a keen sense for the presence of magic. It put me in a strange position. I was a mage, but also an outsider. I was watching Jason's face and I saw the exact moment when he went from trying to get out of going to the reception to trying to convince Erik we should go. Jason being Jason, he didn't ask me or Kieran, but he pretty much nailed it. I would love to dress up for a fancy party and dance in a ballroom, and Kieran would be uncomfortable anywhere people were looking at him.

Ravensley seemed earnest and friendly, and it would be nice to meet some other mages. I was glad when Jason and Erik decided we would go. More than nice, it would be great. Erik looked excited too. He seemed fascinated with the magical world. Even Kieran seemed to have a little excitement mixed in with his trepidation. Once Jason got the information from Quentin, I jumped up and hugged Erik, but I was looking at Jason and gesturing toward Kieran with my eyes. "Thank you, Jason. I've wanted to meet more mages for a long time."

Jason gave me a knowing look like he didn't need me to tell him to look out for Kieran. He pulled him out of his chair and then sat down, pulling his boy onto his lap. "Are you okay, Little Prince?" he asked. "Do you want to just stay in the room? It's not too late for me to back out for us."

I didn't like to hear him talk like that because I wanted to go, but he was right. Luckily Kieran came through for us. "No sir," he said. "It sounds like it could be fun. I've never met any mages except at college and I only really know you two there. I want to meet new people, but are they going to be judging us for being gay?"

"Oh no, sweet Little Prince," Jason replied. "Cornelius is mostly gay, and his parents are very open."

"I was just worried because Cornelius said that Valerian wouldn't dance with him unless we were there," Kieran said.

Jason pulled Kieran's fingers to his mouth and kissed the tips. It was cute how sweet he was to Kieran. Erik grabbed my fingers and put the tips in his mouth and bit them, a little harder than could be called romantic. He whispered in my ear so low that no one could hear him, "I love you even more than he loves his boy, mi puto maricon."

Erik was getting to know me. He knew I'd slap him if he called me a sweet little pet name, like Little Prince. That wasn't who I was, and he knew it. I was his faggot bitch.

Jason pulled Kieran tighter against him and said, "Valerian is different. He's a little homophobic despite being gay himself. His family hadn't produced a mage for three generations until he came along. His family had almost become mundane with all the prejudices that entails. His father is one of those fundie preachers and put up a fight about him even going to the Academy."

"How did the Conclave convince him?" I asked. I was caught up in the story now.

Jason laughed and said, "Dean Melanthe Rook paid him a visit in person and told him he had no choice. When he threatened her, she turned him into a cockroach and put him in a cage for a week. When she changed him back, he was extremely apologetic. Of course, he basically won't talk to Valerian anymore, so he's cut off from the family. The custodes had to obliviate the entire family to keep the secret."

"They killed them?" I asked in horror.

Jason laughed and shook his head. "Sorry," he said. "In the magical world that means to remove their memories. They don't remember anything about magic, but it didn't affect their emotions. Now Valerian's father thinks his son went off to a fancy boarding school and learned to be gay. He still won't have anything to do with him."

Kieran seemed concerned with something else. "Was Cornelius your boyfriend back at the Academy?" he asked, "because he sure seems to like you."

And suddenly all of us understood what was going on with Kieran. He was jealous. The boy lacked confidence and he was worried about Jason and another guy. For some reason he didn't see what we saw; Jason would never leave him. Jason had eyes only for him.

"No Little Prince," Jason said, nuzzling his boy's neck. "Cornelius and I were just good friends. In fact, I introduced him to Valerian."

I read the subtext and wondered if Jason had been with Valerian before introducing him to his friend.

Erik insisted on paying for breakfast, then we went back to meet Cornelius and his parents in their suite. They were on the same floor as us, but their suite was in the corner, and it overlooked the 100-acre pond. Their suite was much like ours, but it had a larger sitting room and a more natural view. Both parents were there, along with Cornelius and a woman I didn't know.

"Jason!" Mrs. Ravensley said, putting down her teacup and rising to take him into a hug. "It's been months since we've seen you, and that's far too long."

After hugging the older woman, Jason made introductions. "This is Roxana and Maximilian Ravensley, Cornelius's parents, and his sister Lucette – she's the beautiful bride – and where's Valerian?"

Cornelius gave a sigh, "Still sleeping."

It seemed a sore subject, and I was glad Jason let it go. He pulled Kieran in front of him and hugged him from behind. "This is Kieran, my luantong," he said kissing his neck and making Kieran blush. Then he gestured at Erik and me. Erik had his arm around my shoulders, holding me tight as well. "And this is Erik Rucker, a good friend of mine, and his boy Alonzo."

At first I had thought that Jason was sidelining me or implying that we weren't friends when he introduced me this way, but I had come to realize that he did it to respect Erik and to warn strangers that I was already taken. It seemed a little weird and old-fashioned to me, but Jason was a little eccentric under the best of times.

The father, Maximilian, held out his hand to Erik and said, "Please to meet you and your boy" Then he put a hand on my chin and Kieran's and lifted our faces up to look at us. "And what a beautiful pair of boys we have here. Lucette, this is just what you needed. You were complaining about the drab appearance of the guests; these two should brighten the room just fine."

Lucette looked up and said, "Oh yes. They should do nicely. Having them on the floor should make Valerian stop pouting about being on display. No offense, brother, but no one will be looking at him with these two in the room."

Cornelius gave his sister an annoyed look but didn't say anything. I got the impression she didn't care for her brother's boyfriend.

"And I want these two front and center when we come into the grand ballroom," she said, "You have to promise me that."

We sat down with the family. They were finishing their tea. I sat on Erik's lap and Kieran sat on Jason's lap. We listened to them talk about people we didn't know for a while, then Cornelius took dinner orders so he could inform the staff in the kitchen. The menu was steak and lobster. Jason insisted that Kieran would have a salad with grilled chicken breast. I would have thought he was a brute, but I heard him whisper to Kieran that he knew he wouldn't eat lobster, and the steak would be a little bloody.

That's when the subject of clothing came up. Although the guys had packed us some nice clothes, these people were rich, and Jason didn't want us to be embarrassed by looking shabby. "That's no problem," Maximus proclaimed. "As the father of the bride it's my pleasure to make sure our guests are well-attired. Don't worry about the cost, boys; I'll give myself a discount. As soon as the lovely ladies are gone, I can get measurements."

"We can take a hint dear," Mrs. Ravensley said. "Come along dear, we'll let your father and brother get these boys well suited, while we go to get our hair done."

When they left, Mr. Ravensley gestured with his wand and a massive trunk rolled out of the large walk-in closet. The front said "Ravensley Fine Apparel". When the doors opened, I could see that the interior was much bigger than the exterior, and it was full of bolts of cloth, styling dummies and other equipment.

"Remove your clothing boys, so that Cornelius can get your measurements," he said. "Cornelius, do Alonzo and Kieran first, I want to talk style with Jason and Erik."

I looked over at Kieran and shrugged, then we began taking our clothes off. Cornelius was chatting with Jason and Erik, while a massive portfolio of designs flipped through its pages in front of them. I heard Erik whispering, "Alonzo would kill me." If he was talking about that schoolboy suit with the short pants and the knee socks I'd seen on the page, he was right.

Cornelius was thorough. At his direction, a measuring tape flew around us measuring every possible thing he thought he might need, and a floating pen was talking notes on a sheet of paper attached to a clipboard. We were standing around in our underwear waiting for Erik and Jason to finish picking out styles. I was a little self-conscious, but at least I was wearing briefs. Kieran's butt was exposed. I led him over to the sofa so we could sit down.

Eventually, Mr. Ravensley was ready for us, so we didn't get to watch our guys strip down for measurements. He said, "Your men have already picked out your suits, so I'll just need to look at your measurements and ...."

He trailed off, but he made a few gestures with his wand of two of the mannikins in his chest shrank down to our size and then duplicated us right down to the small penises we both sported. Then he said, "As much as I'm enjoying the view, boys, you can get dressed now if you want."

Both of us hurried to get cover up. Mr. Ravensley seemed very paternal, but his hands seemed to be drawn to both of us. "Gentlemen," he said to Erik and Jason, "these boys are quite lovely, taken as a set, they're a work of art. I was impressed that their measurements are so exact to one another. It's like they were crafted to be a pair. You're quite lucky."

"We know that Mr. Ravensley," Jason said.

The tailor made another two mannikins take on a duplicate shape to Jason and Erik. That was nice to look at. "Cornelius and I will get to work, and you boys will have your suits quickly. I'm sorry that they'll be no-frills. There's not time to include expanding pockets or even anti-stain measures, but if you drop them off before you go, I'll be sure to include the works and get them back to you."

Jason thanked him and offered his hand, but Mr. Ravensley hugged him instead, then he hugged Erik and told him how happy he was to meet a new mage, and then he hugged both us boys and told us how pretty we were. It was like these mages had a different category for boys like Kieran and me. But I hoped he wasn't too disappointed when he found out Erik wasn't a mage.

We went to take a swim before the wedding. Kieran had the same pair of tiny blue bikini bottoms that he'd worn to the rec center, and I still had my purple square cut trunks. Jason and Erik wore board shorts. The pool was heated, and it had a retractable roof so it could be used regardless of the season or the weather. While we were swimming, I felt the distinct energy of a spell at work in the pool. I wasn't good enough to analyze it to see what it was doing, but it surprised me by being there in the first place.

When we first got into the pool, I had a chance to see Jason pouting. He liked to be more competent than Kieran at everything so he could be the man, but Kieran was a better swimmer than any of us. I thought Jason probably would have been happy to swim around the pool with Kieran on his back the whole time, but his pout turned into amazement and pride when Kieran began diving. The boy was talented and beautiful. We all marveled at his slender body twisting in midair as he jumped off the high dive. Then he would tuck and roll several times before straightening out just before slicing into the water so cleanly that he made very little splash.

We'd moved to the hot tub to relax before we had to go back to the room and get ready for the wedding. I was sitting as still as could be on Erik's lap while his finger was rubbing my hole. He had pushed his entire left hand inside my trunks. They were tight enough that there wasn't much room. Kieran was sitting on Jason's lap with his head resting against his chest. Jason was slowly bouncing him up and down on his lap. From a distance it must look like they were fucking.

"Jason," I asked, "do you know why there's a spell on the pool and what it does?"

He grinned at me and replied, "Butternut Resort was built by Magnolia Delmar. She wanted something luxurious when she and her husband moved to Ohio. She was originally from the Sperling family of Albany, but she'd hoped to enjoy the vast Delmar Estates down near Mobile, but her husband Julius Delmar took the job of Dirigent of Ohio for the Conclave. None of this is on the website, but this resort is known among mages as a mage friendly location. And the spell on the pool probably keeps it clean and warm while maintaining the natural mineral balance of the water. You probably noticed the lack of chlorine. The whole resort is fed from a natural mineral spring."

"So, this is a mage resort?" Erik asked. His curiosity was peaked as it always was these days when he heard the word magic.

Jason nodded. "There are mundane guests, of course," he said. "It never ceased to anger Mrs. Magnolia Delmar that the mage community did not flock to her resort. They came, but not in high enough numbers to pay the bills. The irony is that Mrs. Magnolia Delmar, a woman who didn't like socializing with mundanes, was forced to do so she could live in the splendor to which thought she was entitled."

Erik asked, "Is she still here?"

"No," Jason said, "She moved back to Mobile once her husband was killed by versipelles in the Night Runners War back in 1947. The property is still in Delmar hands, though. Ironically, more mages come here for events now than they did back in the early half of the 20^th century. This area saw a slow but steady increase in the mage population during World War II as mage refugees resettled in America to escape from the battlefronts of Europe. The current owner is Livia Sperling. She's a direct descendant of Mrs. Magnolia Delmar."

We asked Jason a lot of questions about the place, like the other magical amenities and such. He didn't know much about them, except for what he'd read in the Speculum Arcanum, which was apparently some kind of mage magazine that came out weekly.

"Jason, sir," Kieran asked, "do you know why someone was watching the Ravensleys? And do you know what Severan Team is?"

We usually stopped talking when Kieran spoke because he didn't say much. This statement was a total non-sequitur, so he must have been thinking about it for a while. Jason stopped bouncing his legs and sat up straight.

"What do you mean about someone watching the Ravensleys?" he said. "How do you know?

Kieran sat up straight himself and said, "When we were in the restaurant this morning, I heard someone thinking about the Ravensleys." He furrowed his brow and thought for a minute, then continued, "The voice in my head said, `What's Ravensley 6 doing talking to Red Prime? No, he's talking to Red 2. Red 3 and Red 4 are here as well. That's going to cause a stir once I can report. Severan Team must be fit to be tied if they lost Red Prime."

"Cornelius is the youngest Ravensley, right?" I asked. "If he has three brothers and sisters that would make him the sixth one."

"And Kieran has to be Red, but which one?" Erik asked. "He was the only redhead I saw in the restaurant this morning."

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "You're right," I said. "Kieran was the only redhead in the room. He must be Red Prime, which makes the three of us Red 2, Red 3, and Red 4. None of us are redheads, but we're all close to Kieran at some point during the day."

Erik seemed a little skeptical, then his opened his eyes like he was having a revelation. "It didn't make sense to me until I thought about Team Severan. That must mean they're on campus or in the town, right? The implication is that someone has been watching Kieran, and specifically Kieran. Whoever their operative is here, they were watching the Ravensleys and they were surprised to see Kieran here."

"Not here," Jason said. "Let's go to the room. It's time to get ready anyway. Erik, can you go online and order us something light for lunch since we're having a big dinner at the reception. I'm going to put a ward up around our room so no one can listen in."

 

Jason

We hurried to the room. I didn't want to make Kieran melt-down again, but we had to discuss the situation. I sat everyone down and then pulled out my candles and my ward cubes, red and white. I walked the room, placing one red and one white cube in each corner. I performed the chant necessary to join the red and white cubes together, lighting the candle in that corner before moving on the next. I set the ward to make us invisible and inaudible to electronic devices.

Lunch arrived, simple finger sandwiches and iced tea. I picked out sandwiches without mayonnaise for Kieran and we ate while we talked.

"Okay guys," I said, "there are some things you're probably not cleared to know about, especially not you, Erik, since you haven't been sworn to the Conclave or to Concordium. And we'll have to take care of that as soon as possible next week."

They were all looking at me with rapt attention. I could tell that Erik had questions about the oath, but he seemed willing to wait for the information I had to share.

"Severan College and the Town of Severan are supernatural hotspots. The flow of numina, the basic energy of magic, is powerful there because several major flows come together in the region. There has always been a strong supernatural presence there. This resort marks the northmost edge of the region and Severan is near the center. Periodically, the hunters are drawn to the area because of the supernatural activity. This is one of those times. They are not usually a serious threat because they aren't very well organized, being divided into various groups that often don't even know of each other's existence. Unfortunately, we seem to be dealing with a new organization that's bringing multiple hunter groups together. We don't know who they are, but we know ...."

Alonzo interrupted me by interjecting, "We know that they're interested in Kieran for some reason."

I sat down and pulled Kieran onto my lap. "Yes," I admitted, "they seem to be interested in Kieran. I should have seen it before, but I didn't. I assumed that they were interested in me, or mages in general. In retrospect, this may explain a few things."

I was stroking Kieran's back to calm him down, but he seemed to be handling it well so far. "It explains Joe Peters," he said. "You and Darren thought he was Pastor Mercy's minion, but I saw into his mind and told you that he wasn't. He was using Pastor Mercy to draw out the mages so he could see who they were. But he didn't seem to be looking for me at all except as bait, so maybe you were right in the first place."

"Maybe," I said, "but I think the guy who attacked you in the psych building may have been targeting you. I don't know for sure. What we do know is that there's someone watching mages here and that they are part of an organization watching Kieran."

"We should try to catch them," Erik said. "Then they can tell us what they're up to – or else."

 

Erik

That was an eye-opener. Jason was more forthcoming in the last few minutes than he had been in the week I'd known him. He kept giving me a strange look, probably because I was the only one who hadn't sworn this oath he was talking about. I decided it was time to put his concerns to bed.

"This oath you're talking about," I said. "If I take it, I'm promising to protect Alonzo, and Kieran and even you, right?"

Jason replied, "Essentially yes."

"Fine," I said. "Don't worry about me. I'd be doing that anyway, so I'm going to take the oath as soon as you can arrange it."

Jason just nodded, but I pulled him into a bro-hug, then I kissed Alonzo. Finally, I kissed Kieran on the forehead, keeping it strictly non-sexual. We were about to take it all up again when there was a knock on our door. Jason went to answer it and it was Cornelius, pushing a garment rack with four suits wrapped in paper and several bundles also wrapped in paper.

"I can help you guys get dressed if you want to save time," he said. "Fancy dress can be a little complicated, and Lucette would like you to come to the wedding, not just the reception. The Ravensley side of the room is going to be sparse compared to the Trevors."

"That would be good," Jason said. "I usually wear something more casual."

I thought that was funny. Jason dressed better on an average day than I did on my best day. Having Jason pay for everything was rubbing me the wrong way; it made me feel somehow inferior or subordinate to him. But I was going to have to get over it. His family was ridiculously wealthy. They probably turned lead into gold to get their wealth. And I understood now that he wasn't playing any power games with me. Of course, these suits were a gift from the Ravensleys. They made them, but they sold their suits for thousands of dollars and there was no way I could afford one.

"I want to start with the boys," Cornelius said. "Can I start with Alonzo, Erik?"

Alonzo was rolling his eyes at me, but I smiled at him and told Cornelius, "Sure. Let's see the suit."

Cornelius said, "I learned this spell back at the Academy for use on dates, but it comes in very handy in situations like this."

He waved his wand and spoke a few words in what I believed was probably Latin. Alonzo's clothes flew off him, leaving him completely naked. They folded themselves and landed in a neat pile on the coffee table. Alonzo looked surprised, and Kieran was on the verge of laughing. I was just enjoying the view.

He used his wand to open the packages and put the clothes on my boy. He even had new underwear, bright purple briefs with a darker purple waistband that said Ravensley in gold stitching on the back. The front had a pouch that cradled his small penis perfectly. It looked like silk, and so did his shiny purple t-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin. He had knee high socks, also in purple. His shirt was a royal purple silk with vertical stripes of slightly darker purple. I'd told Mr. Ravensley that purple was Alonzo's color, and he went with it. The vest was a purple so dark it was almost black with antique gold thread on the seams. The pants and short jacket were of the same ultra-dark purple. Instead of a tie, the gold chain I'd bought him was fastened under his collar.

Kieran was next. He had also had new underwear. It was a blue thong with red trim. It was ridiculously cute on him, but he seemed a little perturbed when he saw it. Jason kissed him on the forehead and said, "It's a boy's thong, Little Prince, and your straps won't show when you're wearing shorts."

The thong cupped his small penis in a tiny pouch and the thin strap could barely be seen in his crack. The red waistband was embroidered with the Ravensley logo.

Then he got knee socks in tartan pattern that was mostly red with blue and white. His shirt was cornflower blue, like his eyes. The vest was different tartan pattern, mostly dark blue with black. His pants and jacket were dark blue with gold buttons, and he had a red bowtie with what looked like a star sapphire surrounded by a silver backing in the middle of it. The jacket had Chinese characters on the lapels in light blue thread, almost silver. I later learned that the stone was a real 7 carat star sapphire, and the setting was platinum.

Jason said, "Your suit isn't silk because wool is traditional with tartan, but I had it made from cashmere so it would be soft on your skin. The tartan on your vest is the ancient pattern for the Morgan Tartan, and the pattern on your socks is the ancient pattern for the McClure tartan, your mother's family."

Then Jason kissed him and said, "The Chinese Characters say Li Qirin on the right and luantong on the left, `Kieran Lee' and `boy wife."

Then it was my turn, followed by Jason. We got new Ravensley underwear as well, but they were silk boxers. My suit was charcoal gray with a blue shirt and a gray tie. Jason's was similar. We looked classy, but we kept it simple and masculine. I noticed that the boys had very short jackets and skinny pants that showed their bottoms off, while Jason and I had medium length jackets and looser pants. Jason had done most of the clothing selection, which was a good thing, because he had great taste. We looked like two men accompanied by two sexy boys. I did notice that Jason's bag he carried had shrunk down to wallet size and he carried it in his pocket. He'd also slipped his pentacle pendant into his pocket.

We put on our fancy dress shoes and headed down to the wedding.

 

Alonzo

I knew that Jason had chosen the clothes I was wearing, although Erik probably had some input. Damn we looked good. When I saw Kieran's little butt in his pants even I was tempted, and then I'd glanced at mine in the mirror and saw that it was also displayed nicely. I couldn't believe that Jason had put the boy in a thong. It looked damn good on him. And the guys looked great too, but I'd noticed that their assets weren't on display.

I'd also never seen Jason do magic before, I mean other than alchemy, and you could hardly see that. It looked mostly like herbalism to the uninitiated. That was impressive. I tended not to think of him as a real mage because he didn't cast spells all the time; apparently he could do it, but he chose not to.

The wedding was held in a large room next to the Grand Ballroom. The sign outside proclaimed it to be the Trevor-Ravensley wedding. Ushers waited to lead us in, and we were seated on the right-hand side of the aisle with the bride's friends and family. We were joined by Cornelius and Valerian. The latter was a good-looking guy, with blond hair and green eyes. He was six inches taller than Kieran or me. With the addition of those two, our row was filled entirely with gay men. I thought we were the best-looking row in the seats.

Cornelius was very catty, making quiet remarks about other people in the room, trying to draw Jason into his criticisms, but it wasn't working. From the expression on his face, this seemed like a game to him, trying to get Jason to play along with him. When the groom came in, he stopped to talk to Cornelius. He was older than us, maybe in his mid-thirties. He was nice enough looking, perhaps on the more pleasant side of average, with nice lips. He seemed to be part Chinese and part European ancestry. I couldn't tell more. Cornelius introduced Jason and Erik, but just referred to Kieran and me as their boys.

When he moved on, Cornelius whispered, "He must have used a slimming spell for the ceremony. In a month he'll be back to his normal girth."

"He should have used a potion," Jason said. "Alchemy lasts longer because the changes are real."

Cornelius laughed and replied quietly, "Then it would take him two months with the way he eats."

I wasn't sure why he was running the groom down, but then I remembered that his sister had made sly comments about Valerian when we were in their room. Apparently the siblings didn't care for each other's partners. It was either that or he was trying to make Valerian feel better. I noticed that he kissed his boyfriend after saying it, and Valerian laid his head against Cornelius's shoulder.

The service was different. It felt almost like a normal Catholic service to me, complete with priests in robes, but there were both women and men among them. And the imagery was very different as well. The iconostasis that had been erected behind the altar was dominated by an image of a very beautiful and very naked figure that I believed must be the god Mercury. The other images included a tall figure with a long bird's beak, a woman holding an ankh, a woman carrying two torches, and many others I couldn't quite make out. The service was held in Latin. I noticed that many of the guests were also wearing ankhs around their necks. And the bride wore a red-orange dress with a long transparent veil. There was no communion, but the bridal couple shared a chalice of wine.

After the ceremony, the guests were ushered into the Grand Ballroom, which had been set up as a dining room with round tables surrounded by six chairs each. We had assigned seats, and I noticed that we were once again sharing with Cornelius and Valerian. We were served drinks. Jason, Erik, and I had cocktails made with champaign and pomegranate juice and Kieran had sparkling grape juice and pomegranate. I knew that Kieran didn't really like alcohol, otherwise I'd think Jason was babying him again. I noticed that Valerian was also having the grape juice cocktail.

About a half an hour after we were seated, there was a call for the concupitoresque concupitricesque, and Cornelius insisted that Valerian, Kieran, and I go up to stand in front of the stage. There was one other boy, a few inches taller than me with long black hair that was bound with a silver clasp. All the others were young women. The bridal party came out onto the stage where a long table had been set up for them to dine. Lucette had her veil pulled back and I could see that she cleaned up well. She was smiling as she lifted her bouquet and tossed it into the air. With a wave of her wand, the bouquet exploded, sending individual flowers floating down. Everyone was reaching for the flowers, so I did too. I'd taken a red rose and was smelling its fragrance when I saw that everyone was looking at Kieran who was holding the only deep purple rose in sight.

"Purple's your favorite color, Alonzo," he said. "You can have it."

Valerian put his hand on Kieran's arm and said, "N-n-no, you c-can't. You caught it, and it's yours."

It was the first time I'd heard him speak. If Lucette was giving him a hard time because he stammered when he was excited, I was going to kick her ass myself. I was trying to ask what the rose meant, but the crowd was too excited. Lucette was calling Kieran up onto the stage. When he didn't make a move towards the stairs, Quentin waved his wand and Kieran floated up onto the stage. His ears were bright red, and his face was pink. The thing Kieran hated more than anything else was being the center of attention. If that were me up there, I would be hamming it up and enjoying the attention, but I was getting angry. Where the fuck was Jason?

Lucette pulled Kieran close to her and said, "This beautiful boy, Kieran ...."

Kieran whispered something, and she said, "... Kieran Lee has caught the purple rose."

That's when I saw Jason running up the stairs. He grabbed Kieran and held him tight, then he knelt before him and took his hand. I couldn't hear him over the roar of the crowd, but I knew that he was proposing to his boy. Then Kieran started crying.

 

Kieran

I thought catching that rose was the worst thing that could have happened to me. Everyone was staring. Then Quentin lifted me onto the stage and Lucette started stroking my hair. I wanted to run away. My mind was crying out for Jason, like a child crying out for his father. Then I saw him, running and pushing his way through the crowd. He hadn't waited for my call; he'd already started moving. When he got to the stage and pulled me tight against him, I finally breathed again.

He whispered, "I'm sorry, Little Prince. I was going to wait and do this in private. I haven't even bought a ring yet."

I wasn't processing what he was saying until he knelt and took my hand. "My beautiful little prince, I have never been happier than I am when I'm with you. I want to continue waking up with you next to me for the rest of my life. Will you honor me by becoming my luantong in the eyes of the law?"

I couldn't even say yes. I started crying. Jason was hugging me and kissing me, then I was pulled out of his arms and everyone in the wedding party was hugging me. The last was a very elegant woman who looked Chinese, but with lighter skin than Jason and a rounder face. I knew she was the mother of the groom. She touched my lapel and said, "You two are already joined, I see. Did you tell him yes?"

Then she pushed me back into Jason's arms and squeezed my shoulder. "Yes sir," I said. "I want to be your luantong."

Mrs. Wu-Trevor looked Jason in the eyes and said, "Tell you parents, young man. They won't want to be surprised."

Jason picked me up in front of everyone and carried me back to our seats. He sat me down on his lap at the table and pulled my cup of grape juice in front of us. He didn't let me return to my seat until dinner was served. I'd been wrong. Catching that rose had been the best thing that could have happened to me tonight. I didn't mind people looking at me when I'm with Jason. He was my safe person.

Dinner was good. I liked chicken breast and I was learning to like salad. Sometimes it embarrassed me that I was so picky about food, but I was glad that Jason knew the steak would be bloody. He seemed to be enjoying it. I was looking at the lobster on his plate. It was just the tail, and it wasn't in a shell. I must have been staring because Jason put a bite of it on his fork and held it near my lips. I hesitated for a moment and then opened my mouth for him to feed me. It was mildly sweet and buttery. I smiled at him, and he tried to feed me more, but I shook my head and pointed to the huge salad in front of me.

Alonzo was never going to be able to eat all his food either. He ate the lobster tail and a few bites of the steak. He looked like he was enjoying it, but he didn't finish. Erik finished it for him after eating his own. I was picking through the salad. I pushed it around the plate making sure it wasn't swimming in salad dressing. I liked some dressings (not any of the white ones) but couldn't eat it if I saw sauce on the plate. I wouldn't be able to eat it all, so I focused on the grilled chicken, the avocados, the mushrooms, the tomatoes, the cucumbers, and the boiled eggs. I didn't hate lettuce, but it wasn't my favorite.

Alonzo was driving the conversation. He seemed totally at ease with strangers and was chatting with Cornelius and Valerian. I didn't hear the first part of the conversation, but I heard him say, "So, if that's not it, why doesn't your sister like your boyfriend? I think he's cute."

Cornelius said, "Thank you' Alonzo. Valerian is very cute indeed. The stutter may be part of it. My sister is a little judgmental. But the real reason is that she doesn't think he's good enough for me. She says he has no ambition because he doesn't want to go to college."

"What do you want to do, Valerian?" Alonzo asked.

"I'm h-happy d-d-doing what I'm doing now," he said.

Cornelius said, "It's not like he does nothing all day. He takes care of our apartment; he makes meals for us; he takes care of all those things for me. And he spends time writing. He's very good, even if he won't share it with anyone."

"There's nothing wrong with a boy staying home and taking care of his man," Jason said. "It sounds like he takes care of you and still has time to pursue his art. Are you happy, Valerian?"

Valerian nodded and replied, "D-d-deliriously! I-it's all I w-want right now."

I felt Jason's hand slip around my shoulder. "I think it's a wonderful thing when a boy wants to do that," he said. "I think that's what would make Kieran happy, but I'm still trying to decide if it's right for him."

My dick was getting hard. I pictured myself taking care of Jason, preparing meals for him (although I'd have to learn how to cook), cleaning up after him, handing him a warm tea when he came home from work, decorating his house .... It sounded like I'd still have time to draw, or even to paint.

After dinner there was cake. Jason and I split a piece. He pulled me onto his lap again and fed me with a fork. I didn't care that I was the only boy here sitting on his guy's lap. With Jason's arms around me, I could do anything. I proved that when he pulled me onto the dance floor. He'd fastened the deep purple rose to the lapel of my jacket. I heard later that I was supposed to dance with the others because my special status was supposed to bring luck, less than the bride, but still luck. Jason wouldn't let anyone else dance with me. That was good because I needed to focus my eyes on his chest or his face so that I couldn't feel everyone else's eyes on me.

We danced until the bride and groom left the floor. I forgot all about the observer from earlier. I wouldn't hear his thoughts now, no matter how loud. I was focused Jason. He was the only one I saw outside of myself, and I didn't open my mind any further than his strong arms wrapped about me. When we left the party, I was still snuggled into Jason's arms. Erik and Alonzo stayed behind for a little while. If I knew Alonzo, he'd be one of the last off the floor, and Erik would do anything to make him happy. Alonzo was like the brother I never had, and I couldn't believe that we both had guys who loved us so much.

 

Observer

I hadn't been able to get near the wedding, but I took video of everyone who went in for later identification. When Red Prime came out of the ballroom, I wanted to follow him, but he was still with Red 2, so I knew where they were going. There was no way I was going to get inside their room. I waited and watched until all the guests came out of the ballroom then I went back to my room. This was the cushiest observation job I'd ever had.

 

Kieran

Jason gave me my tea and medicinals. I hadn't undressed yet. "I'm sorry sir, for not getting naked when we came into the room," I said, taking the teacup and blowing across it. "I don't want to ruin this suit and ...."

Jason interrupted me with a kiss. "When you're all wrapped up in pretty packaging like this, I want to enjoy unwrapping you myself."

"You always know exactly what to say, sir," I whispered.

"Are you alright tonight?" Jason asked me. "I know that you were out of your comfort zone all night, but sometimes I need to show you off and make everyone around me jealous."

The tea was cool enough to drink, so I was able to swallow the pills. We had to wait a little while before we could go to bed, so Jason undressed me slowly. He took time to kiss me each step of the way. When he had me down to the blue thong, he asked, "Is this okay?"

He was pulling on the strap between my cheeks so that it pressed against my hole. Then he slid a finger under the strap and rubbed me there. "Do you like it, sir?" I asked.

He kissed my neck and pressed in a little with his finger. "I think it makes you look even more beautiful. It's specially designed for boys like you. This strap rubbing on your pretty little hole will remind you all day that it belongs to me."

"Then I love it, sir," I moaned.

After a trip to the bathroom, Jason carried me naked to the bedroom. He lay me down and kissed me for several minutes before moving his lips down to my butt and kissing me there. His tongue in my hole made me feel sexier and more alive than I ever had.

"You're pretty little prince hole is opening for me," he said, sliding a finger inside me and finding my happy spot. "Your little rosebud knows its owner."

The head of his cock pushed against my opening. I was relaxed enough that I offered very little resistance to him. He entered me slowly and gently. It still hurt. Jason was big enough that he always hurt me. He slowed down when he saw my grimace of pain, but I put a hand on his muscular arm and said, "Don't stop. Just push inside me, sir. I need you now."

"I don't ever want to hurt you, sweet Prince," he said, kissing me gently.

I laughed at him. "You're always going to hurt me, sir. Unless you're going to break up with me, I'll have to get used to it. I trust you not to hurt me too much."

"I love you more every day, Little Prince," he said. Then he pushed again. He slapped my ass hard, and my anus relaxed enough for him to slide another two inches inside. He was smiling at me. "That seemed to work."

I hesitated then said, "Slap my face, sir."

"What?" he asked.

"I want to know what it feels like when you slap my face, sir?" I replied.

He sighed. "You've been talking to Alonzo."

"Yes sir ... but I want to know what it feels like," I said.

He kissed me gently, then he slapped my face. It made me feel alive. I moaned and he slid most of the rest of the way inside me. He slapped me again and sank all the way home. Then he started fucking me. I hadn't gotten soft at all with his slaps.

"I love you, sir," I cried. "You made me so happy tonight. I want to be with you always. I want to be your luantong, and I want to stay home and take care of you like Valerian does with Cornelius."

I was crying, tears streaming down my cheeks. Jason kissed my eyes and licked the salty tears from my cheeks. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I didn't feel a build-up; I just started to cum, not an ejaculation so much as a steady stream pouring out. My ass clamped down on Jason's cock and I was rewarded with his seed filling me up.

He didn't pull out. He positioned us so were spooning, his larger body wrapped around mine and his mighty cock buried inside me. Jason wiped my sweaty brow and whispered, "That felt so good, Little Prince. Your warm bottom is the best thing I've ever felt, and it's the most delicious. Are you serious about wanting to make our relationship your career?"

"Yes sir," I said. "When you mentioned it to Valerian, I almost came in my thong. But I'm afraid. What happens if it doesn't work out and I don't have a career, and I don't have you?"

"You'll always have me, Little Prince," he whispered in my ear. "Before we marry, I'll sign a pre-nuptial agreement so that you know you'll always be taken care of if something happened to me. I'm going to go online and change your major to art. You won't have to take so many classes you don't want, and you'll have room for more art classes in your schedule. I don't want you to get so lost in our relationship that you forget to be you. You love art, and you're talented. I want you to be the best artist you can be."

We fell asleep that way and I had ill-defined, but happy dreams.

 

Erik

I stayed on the dance floor with Alonzo until almost everyone was gone. I was a terrible dancer, and I was embarrassed until I realized that my function was to stand there, taking up space and be a backdrop for him to dance against. I thought he may have even made me look good. When we were leaving the ballroom, he was hanging on me and I was half carrying him. That's when I noticed the man sitting in the lobby. He was watching the people coming out of the ballroom. He'd been watching our table in the restaurant this morning as well. I couldn't do anything now. Alonzo was with me, and I didn't want to take a chance of him getting hurt. I picked my boy up and threw him over my shoulder caveman style and ran up the stairs with him laughing all the way.

When we got to the room, we shushed each other so we wouldn't disturb Jason and Kieran. I noticed that Jason had left tea and medicinals out for us. He'd not forgotten once, not even when he was dealing with the fallout from Kieran's rape. He always looked out for us. It reminded me of my promise to take care of him and Kieran as well. About ten minutes after we took them, we were back in the living room.

Alonzo put on a sexy playlist but kept it low. "I love Kieran," he whispered, "but he doesn't have these kinds of moves."

The he started to dance. The boy could move his hips. He slipped his shoes off, while slowly unbuttoning his jacket. Then he tossed it at me. It was expensive, so I folded it over gently and laid it over the arm of the sofa. He then started in on his vest. His cute little penis was hard. I could see it pressing against his tight pants. After he tossed me his vest, he started undoing his pants. My own trousers were loose, but I was pressing against the thigh of my pants. Alonzo took a moment to trace its length with his fingers while he blew me a kiss.

He laughed as he broke his rhythm while trying to work those tight pants down over his slender legs. Once he had them off, his dancing became even sexier. His long legs were visible all the way to the waistband on the sides, and those briefs made even his small penis stand out prominently. He turned his back to me and started twerking. His round butt was only a few inches away from and I couldn't stop myself from touching it.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled coquettishly. "Should I get a boy thong, like Kieran," he asked.

I inhaled sharply and twisted my hips to rearrange myself. He climbed onto lap. He was still wearing his purple briefs and his shirt, but the shirt was completely unbuttoned. He started grinding against my painfully hard cock. "Do you want me to get a boy thong, like Kieran, papi," he asked again.

"I will support you wearing a thong if you want to, you sexy little gay bitch," I said. Then I kissed him so hard he whimpered.

"Take me now, papi," he whined. "Fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight."

I didn't want to wake Kieran and Jason, so I stood up with Alonzo hanging from his arms around my neck and with his legs wrapped around my waist. I walked into our bedroom and threw my boy on the bed. I took my own clothes off as quickly as I could without ruining them and tossed them on the chair in the room.

I walked over the bed and Alonzo grabbed my eleven inches and squeezed it gently. "Me encanta tu pinga grande ... fuck! Did I say grande, I meant grandisima."

I grabbed my cock and slapped him in the face with it. He laughed and tried to get it in his mouth. "Do you think you can handle this club, boy?" I asked him.

"Hell no!" he laughed. "No one can handle that monster, but I still want to taste it."

I let him put it in his mouth. Unfortunately, he was right. He could only get about a third of it into his mouth, and even then I could feel his teeth brushing against the head a little. But Alonzo's tongue and lips were talented, and his hands were soft on my balls and shaft. I didn't want to cum in his mouth. I wanted his little ass. As small as he was, he could take all eleven inches.

I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt behind him. I lifted his legs, pulling his hips up to my mouth. His little brown hole winked at me. I rubbed my tongue around the smooth ring, then probed inside. He squealed again and grabbed at my arms. I ate his ass until he was writhing on the bed. Then I went back to kissing his full lips. His sexy hole had opened for me like a beautiful flower, and he was ready for me. I worked one of Jason's magic lube spheres inside him and then started nibbling his hard little nipples until it could take effect. I could get inside him, and he never complained, but I could tell that it hurt, so I swore to myself to use lube from now on.

It took only a few minutes for the lube to work. I kept a finger inside him to check when he was slippery enough. "I think you're done, son."

He laughed at me and said, "Just shut up and fuck me with that giant club between your legs."

I pushed into him and watched his eyes bulge out like an anime character. He was biting that bottom lip again. I pushed against his inner sphincter because I needed another three inches. His hands were on my arms, and he was squeezing as hard as possible. "That's right, papi. You fuck me so good," he said. "Ouch! Fuck!"

"Does it hurt too much, baby," I said, ready to pull out.

"No!" he said. "Just slap me a little and push."

The boy was a little bit of a masochist. I slapped him and pushed. He grunted and said, "A little harder, papi."

I hit him harder and pushed. I slipped inside and pressed my pubes against his butt. "You are a masochistic little twink," I said.

"Just a little bit, papi," he said. "Now you're inside me, so do your job and fuck me harder."

I pulled out and slammed back inside him. He breathed deeply and moaned. Now that I knew he was enjoying it, I started fucking him hard. He was so loud I had to kiss him to keep him from waking everyone. I crushed his lips with mine, then bit them. Alonzo's legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. He was small, but his legs were surprisingly strong. I let me hands wander over his slim, but firm chest. He had had great core body strength, probably from dancing. I pinched his nipples. He was making sharp little cries of pleasure, but I was smothering them with my kiss. When he came, he pulled me over the edge with him. We cried out our pleasure together. Then we cleaned each other off with our tongues and curled up together to sleep.

 

College Magic Cycle Characters

Faerie

·         Domenic Chase. A 24-year-old Elven-American from New York City. He has an alien mindset that others find hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes (like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms, although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran and beat up Simon.

·         Oscar Quinlan. A face dancer on campus. He drained Simon of psychosexual energy while they were having sex, but it was because Simon wanted to be depleted.

Mages

·         Alan Somers. A freshman and newly discovered mage who took his oath to the Concordium with Alonzo and Kieran.

·         Alonzo Santiago Ramos. An 18-year-old Latino American boy from El Paso, Texas. A cute bottom and foundling mage. He's powerful, but untrained. He begins the story with a height of 68 inches and a weight of 150 pounds. He has deep olive or very light brown skin, amber eyes, and long black hair. He's a singer and a dancer. He's a little flighty and very flirty. When his powers awakened, he accidentally cast a spell that cursed his roommate Erik. He loves hardcore BDSM porn but is discovering that he doesn't like it in real life. He and Erik are suitemates with Jason and Kieran.

·         Cameron Campbell. One of the twink trio, along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin.

·         Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local representative of the Conclave.

·         Elijah Jackson. A 24-year-old graduate student who went to the Academy with Sebastian and Nico. He's a graduate student in the history program and he mentors struggling African American students and tutors student athletes. He is 74 inches tall and weighs 275 pounds of mostly muscle. He's built like a massive rectangle. His skin is dark brown, almost black and he wears his hair in long dreadlocks. He's a powerful transmuter mage. He understands mechanics and electronics better than any of the other mages except for Erik Rucker. He has become friends with Kyle. He has two live in boyfriends, Kendal and Tristan.

·         Erik Rucker. A 19-year-old from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. At the start of the story, he stood 66 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds. After being cursed by his roommate he grew to be 77 inches tall and weigh 250 pounds. He was overshadowed by the fictional Einar Ironblood until the curse was lifted. He's in love with his roommate Alonzo and worries that Alonzo doesn't love him the same way. He was mundane until the curse awakened a latent talent for mind magery. Unlike Kieran, his talents seem to involve moving things with his mind.

·         Ethan Lowry. A 17-year-old boy from Long Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with the hunters. His mother is a sylph (an air spirit) and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.

·         Jason Lee. A 19-year-old (about 6 months older than Kieran) Chinese American college freshman with golden brown skin, brown almond shaped eyes and collar length black hair. He is already an accomplished alchemist. He is a dominant, looking for a submissive boy. He finds what he's looking for in Kieran Morgan. He takes charge of Kieran and begins training him as a submissive. He gives Kieran alchemical elixirs that change his body, and he uses psychology to lead him to embrace his innate submissiveness. He has allowed himself to fall into tantric entanglement with Kieran, bringing them even closer. He believes that Kieran is his complement, the other half of his soul. Jason and Kieran are the suitemates of Alonzo and Erik.

·         Dr. Kamon Zhang. Jason's maternal uncle, a mage and psychologist who is helping Kieran to come to terms with his trauma, and his true nature.

·         Kieran Finley Morgan. An 18-year-old boy with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story, he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track team. Jason took charge of him shortly after they moved into the dorm and began training him to let his inner submissive out. Jason gives him alchemical elixirs that are changing him physically. He sometimes struggles with the idea that he's losing himself inside Jason, but he can't go long without his lover's touch. Kieran is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is. After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided that Kieran will change majors to Art. Kieran is a foundling mind mage with powers of telepathy and clairsentience.

·         Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Now Micah has chosen to live as the slave to cousin Remuel Adler.

·         Mordecai Adler. A 50-year-old mage who is a high-ranking member of the custodes and of the American FBI. He's a powerfully built man with dark olive skin tone and black hair that is just beginning to turn gray at the temples.

·         Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·         Rakesh Mishra. A 23-year-old graduate student of Indian American heritage. He's working on his MS in Psychology. He's a mind mage and a yogi master. He is one of Kieran's trainers. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

·         Reggie Delmar. A 20-year-old sophomore music student who likes Alonzo. They share a music class. He's a mage, but not a songmage. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

·         Remy (Remuel) Adler. Micah's 20-year-old cousin, a low-ranking member of the custodes who lives with his father Mordecai and keeps his official records. He was Micah's lover at the Academy and has recently taken Micah as his slave.

·         Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·         Sybil Thorne. Kieran's history professor. She's also the overseer for the magician's Conclave here on campus. Her two assistants are Sebastian Trent and Clarissa Spencer.

·         Tristan Navarro. A 21-year-old senior seeking a degree in English Literature. He's filipino with medium beige skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He likes short shorts and tight tee shirts. He's Elijah Jackson's lover and lives with him and Kendal. He calls Elijah daddy and Kendal brother. He has written two volumes in a series of mm romance novels about mages called Wands of Love and he intends to keep writing. He kept his own name and keeps his own finances, but he's no less devoted to Elijah than Kendal is.

·         Warren Cheng. A Chinese American psychology grade student and friend of Jason. His family is originally from Hong Kong, but they live in Los Angeles like Jason's family. His specialty is magical noetics, but he has a strong talent for illusions as well. He is the TA in Jason's Psychology course, and he lives in town at Ibis House.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

·         Aaron Blackwell. A human man in his early fifties. He's the Director of Student Residence at Severan College, and the father of Nathaniel and James. He is magically enthralled by Sebastian Trent.

·         Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant James McManus.

·         Billy McAndrews. A senior who is the lead guitarist of the band Dreaming Dragons. He is Mariah Tovey's boyfriend. He's 22 years old and a senior.

·         Christopher Thompson. A big guy, over six feet tall and well-muscled, with blond hair who looks like a jock; he has a very small penis; Matt's roommate (and possible submissive); a member of the Nerd Squad.

·         Daniel Burns. A stocky guy with light brown hair and a goatee; one of the Nerd Squad

·         Edward Mason. Kyle's 25-year-old brother.

·         George Marley. The drummer for Dreaming Dragons. He's a 22-year-old junior.

·         Jake Miller. An African American guy with dark skin and curly hair; one of the Nerd Squad.

·         James Blackwell. The nineteen-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He's a tall, skinny goth boy with a lot of tattoos. He attends Severan College and studies art. He and Sebastian had a sexual encounter over the summer before his freshman year. He has a long penis with a tattoo of a snake on it.

·         James McManus. A fair skinned guy with reddish hair who shares a literature class with Jason and Kieran. He admires Jason's relationship with Kieran and would like to control his own boyfriend Amir the same way.

·         Jill Black. The bass guitarist for Dreaming Dragons. She's a 21-year-old junior.

·         Joe Peters. A freshman in Kieran's writing class who was in the same religious program before school that Kieran was in.

·         Josh Higgins. Overweight and unhygienic guy who introduced Kyle to Nerd Squad.

·         Kendal Jackson. A 23-year-old college dropout. He's five foot three inches tall and weighs about 115 pounds. He has pale blond hair, heterochromatic eyes (one blue and one green), and extremely fair skin. He lives with Elijah Jackson and is one of his lovers. He hated college and dropped out. He stays home and keeps house for Elijah Jackson. He likes to wear women's clothing but identifies as a boy. He changed his last name and signed power of attorney to make Elijah control over his affairs. He's very submissive. He calls Elijah daddy and Tristan brother.

·         Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.

·         Larry Gordan. Kieran's Art professor. He reminds Kieran of his Uncle Craig, and arouses him, a fact that disturbs Kieran but seemed unsurprising to Jason. He tried to put the moves on Kieran after his first class but backed off apologetically when he found out that he was Jason's boy. He is a mentor to Kieran.

·         Mariah Tovey. The keyboardist for Dreaming Dragons and Billy McAndrew's girlfriend. She's a 22-year-old senior.

·         Matt Silver. A sturdy guy with olive skin tone and brown hair; he has a very large penis (almost 10 inches); the most sadistic of the Nerd Squad.

·         Michael Shank. A skinny guy with dirty blond hair and pale skin; one of the Nerd Squad.

·         Millicent Bierce. A TA who teaches the writing class that Kieran and Darren are in. She appears to be very religious and doesn't seem to like Kieran and Darren, probably because they are gay.

·         Nathaniel Blackwell. The twenty-six-year-old son of Aaron Blackwell. He is a soldier in Afghanistan who became the lover of the daiwa Karim Khan who impregnated him. He's a gay, sexual submissive. He's a lieutenant in the US Army but he doesn't know how he will maintain his career and bear his lover's child.

·         Peter Gantz. Alonzo's Vocals professor. A heavyset man in his middle years. He likes Alonzo but more in an avuncular way.

·         Sally Minh. An engineering student who is in Kieran's art class. She ships Kieran and Jason and draws pictures of them in anime style. She's a friend to Kieran and becomes one of the watchers keeping an eye on him for Jason.

·         Terrence Green. A basketball player for the school. A 21-year-old junior, standing six foot eight inches tall, with deep bronze skin color and brown eyes. He has full lips and rounded features. He wears his black hair in very short, kinky curls.

Others

·         Karim Khan. A daiwa who appears to be in his late twenties. He's the lover of Nathaniel Black and the father of his child. He works with the US Army as a translator and guide. His people are a magical race related to the djinn, the ifrit and the deva of ancient Aryan mythology. Now that he had impregnated another he is transforming into an alpha daiwa.

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

·         David Campos. (Da VEED) A handsome man Blatino freshman of Domenican ancestry. He's from Philadelphia. He has dark olive skin tone, black hair that looks feathery, and piercing brown eyes. He is a were-raptor who can assume two non-human forms. He can become a raptor that resembles a large golden eagle or a hybrid form that is bipedal with sharp claws on the end of feathered arms. He is an alpha, but the were-raptors don't follow a pack structure like the were-wolves do.

·         Gideon Blackburn. A muscular man with dark brown skin, brown eyes and black hair in tight, kinky curls. He's about 30 years old and works as at a waxing salon on the edge of town that takes male clients. It seems popular in the gay, BDSM community. He likes fisting (giving, not receiving), and he's a shifter who turns into a lynx.

·         Philip Mertz. A jock who shares a history class with Kyle Mason. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 180 lbs. He's about 6 feet tall and muscular, with light skin and brown hair. He's a shifter who turns into a lynx. He becomes Kyle's partner and trainer in the gym. He's also a lover that cares about Kyle. Domenic saved him from a were-wolf in his freshman year. He lives off-campus near the woods by a different trailhead from the one used by the were-wolves.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·         Aidan Stringer. A freshman staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man.

·         Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.

·         Chloe Bartok (Beta). 20-year-old sophomore.

·         Conor Tighe (Beta). Sophomore beta werewolf with auburn hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and freckles. He's average height and build and he's studying biology.

·         Chuck Burns (Beta). A 20-year-old sophomore who lives at Wolf House and is a friend of Aidan.

·         Dawn Schiller (Alpha). A muscular blond woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.

·         Darren Groves (Alpha). A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.

·         Delia Smith (Beta). 21-year-old college junior who lives at Wolf House.

·         Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.

·         Edgar Krause (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate.

·         Ellen Parker (Beta). A 20 year old junior who lives at Wolf House.

·         Gordan Cooper (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and a friend of Adrian Stringer. Edgar Krause's roommate.

·         Howard Cromwell (Alpha). A large and muscular alpha werewolf in his mid-forties. He was the leader of the local pack before being drive out by Drew, Zeno, Darren, Dawn, and Meghan, with logistical support from Sebastian. He was a leader of the old school who ruled through intimidation. Under him the pack followed several traditions that Drew has tried to do away with. He originally came from New York. He is the werewolf who killed Ethan's father. After leaving New York he wandered around for a few months before settling down near the college.

·         Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman.

·         Ira Cohen (Beta). 19-year-old college freshman. Good friends with Aidan Stringer.

·         Ivan Kovacs (Beta). 22-year-old who lives at the Wolf House. He's one of the Middlebourne werewolves.

·         Kevin McNeil (Beta). 20-year-old college sophomore. An athlete with brown hair and fair skin. Roommate with Conor Tighe. Tammy's brother.

·         Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman. Lalo is short for Gerardo. He may be the second most submissive werewolf after Benjy. He makes eyes at Darren and calls him Daddy Werewolf, a nickname he claims is common in the dorms, even among the mages. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class).

·         Lew Muller (Beta). A tall thin beta werewolf, with long brown hair, a beard and two black earrings with wolf head instead of a ball. He's a computer hacker who knows a bit about electronics. His major is English literature. He plays guitar and writes poetry. He was Benjy's roommate until he moved into the wolf house.

·         Meghan Connelly (Alpha). A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers. She's Darren's best friend and she was one of the original 5 who worked to overthrow the old pack leader, Howard Cromwell.

·         Scarlett De Angelo (Beta). A 22-year-old graduate student who lives at Wolf House.

·         Shelby O'Brien (Beta). A 26-year-old professional bookkeeper. She lives at Wolf House.

·         Simon Carter (Alpha). A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.

·         Stella White (Beta). 19-year-old freshman. She is one of Aidan's friends.

·         Tammy McNeil (Beta). 22-year-old senior athlete. Kevin's sister.

·         Vicky Garcia (Beta). A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems, and she really hates rapists.

·         Willie Coombs (Beta). A 40-year-old man with dark brown skin and mid-length hair that hangs in dreadlocks. He's Xav's man at the Wolf House and he works at the Marriott Hotel in the kitchen. He caters breakfast at Xav's house every day.

·         Wilma Jackson (Beta).

·         Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Beta). A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.

·         Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.