Wish Upon A Kithril

[FoxWriter]

It was a cool night, snow was fluttering down from the sky almost peacefully. For most people the soft snow wasn't a problem in the least, but for the many homeless of the city it was a sign that winter was coming, and winter meant freezing to death. Many where scrambling to find abandoned homes and apartments where they could love until winter had passed, Scouring the city to find a place not already claimed, was a lot harder than it seamed. Times where tough, and there where many who had lost their homes due to the inability to pay their bills. the city was almost over run with homeless who had nowhere to go. For one young man, finding somewhere sheltered was life and death, he already had a painful cough, and one more night in the cold wet was certain death... or would be if he where human, thankfully he wasn't, but even he wouldn't survive a winter in the park, he had to find somewhere better.

His name was Faysol, and he was an interesting looking young man. His hair was all sorts of colors, a deep maroon, jet black, blue and purple, messy and spiked all over in an organized mass that made his face seem less feminine than it really was. He had soft, smooth, pale skin that was covered in dirt from sleeping on the ground. He had beads in his hair, and his ears where pierced, giving him a strangely feminine air about him. His eyes where clear as crystal, and almost the same cloudy white color, the gray orbs filled with life and worry as he scanned the world for somewhere to sleep. His nails had been painted black, and where long like a woman's, and he exuded a strange seductive Aura that more often then not attracted the entirely wrong attention. Faysol had been molested more times on the streets than the local whores had. It didn't help that it was nearly impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman save for the lack of breasts.

He paused on the sidewalk, his bare feet sore on the cold stone and looked up at the building in front of him. It was a mess, an apartment building apparently. It looked completely deserted and he quickly darted inside, blowing on his hands to try and warm them up as he carefully started checking doors. They where all locked, until he reached one that swung open easily. The lock was broken, or the last owner had accidentally left it unlocked, whatever the case it was a dump, and had to have been abandoned. Faysol was too cold, and too tired to think beyond the ruin that was the couch in front of him. He sank into the soft cushions with a sigh and closed his eyes, and slept. Dreaming good dreams and feeling safe. And there he was when the owner came home.

 

[WhiteWolfDemon]

The wish maker, no matter what time they'd gotten in, would have not been aware how long he could sleep in before the owner came around. "Sweet Johnny", a singer at a now declining Jazz Bar, was the owner of the decrepit apartment. For barely $100 a month, it was what he could afford while still managing to scrounge up food. Needless to say, because of the harsh winters, the place was in desperate need of repair.
That night had been particularly busy for once, and since "Sweet Johnny" sang to entertain the visitors of the night shift, he wouldn't be able to leave until they started to close for the day. There was an open bar, and in between set numbers with the Jazz Band, often there would have been someone in the crowd willing to buy him a drink. His voice was the only thing he had left so he willingly declined, so as not to accidentally damage one of his last ways to make money. However, in a place with both dining and alcohol, it was certainly pushing his sobriety.
After the sun started to peek out from the wintery night, the manager began to close up the bar, thanking the live entertainment for staying the night and paying them. When it came to "Sweet Johnny" however, there was a significant decrease in his pay. He'd asked why since there were so many people here that night, but...
The Bar would only be around for another few weeks before it was shut down. Business was terrible, and in times like this, live entertainment wasn't for these kinds of establishments. It would be "taking up the space for the new open bar". He was getting cheated! Sure the bar was declining but he'd known that business was finally picking up, so why would he get cheated so much?
"Sweet Johnny" took his money anyways, not sure how to continue arguing with such a pig-headed man and went to the back room to change out of his outfit.
By the time "Sweet Johnny" left the building, he was now once again Riley Linnet. Plain, ordinary, down on his luck, Riley. This wasn't the first time he'd been cheated out of something and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.
It was about 7 am when Riley made it to his apartment, wondering what else had been taken (the lock had been broken for months now, and many of his possessions stolen), but much to his surprise... there was a beautiful man sleeping on his couch.
Riley frowned at first, but remembered the food he'd bought this morning and went to the fridge first to put away the water and food he'd gotten. Taking a swig of a water bottle , he walked over to the intruder and got a better look at him, squatting in front of him.
"....Hey, you're not dead, are you? Who are you? ...Not that I care for intruders but I'd like to know who's sleeping on my couch." Riley wore a dark green hoodie with multiple shirts underneath as well as a pair of dark ripped up jeans he'd gotten from a charity along with some black boots for walking around in the snow. Didn't stop the cold from biting him though, but it was better than being naked.

 

[FoxWriter]

Faysol blinked as he heard a voice and blinked at Riley before his eyes widened and he sat up. "oh shit.. i'm sorry i thought it was abandoned i swear! i didn't mean to step territory." that was a street word, step territory basically meant being in a place that was already taken by another. "i just wanted a warm place to sleep... it wasn't locked i.. i thought..." he silenced himself and swallowed thickly as he stared at Riley, suddenly noticing the others looks, realizing how gorgeous the man was, his head tilted a little as he stared. "i'm Fay..." he muttered softly. "er... i mean... that's my name... Fay... Faysol." he admitted biting his lip a little as he watched the other. "are you homeless too?" he asked softly. "maybe... maybe we could help each other?" he offered. "i'm good at following instructions." he admitted worrying his lip a little. "i'd do anything you say.. i just don't want to go back into the cold.. i'll die out there..." he admitted examining the other closely. "i'll even... you know..." a blush spread across his cheeks. "i've been told i'm good with my mouth." he admitted. and he was, he'd had centuries of practice, and he was testing this riley, he wasn't sure what the man's answer would be, but he was certain whatever the answer was going to be, he was at least going to have a warm couch to sleep on for a few days at least.

"i can... offer you things." he whispered, leaning forward to the other. "i can get you things, things you want." he muttered softly. "i have extraordinary talents... i can get you a new home, one you don't even have to pay for... i can get you a job you love, where people don't cheat you out of your money... i can get you the life you've always wanted... and all you have to do, is take me in, become my master." he admitted softly. "i have magic... i can prove it too." he admitted softly. "wish for something, something small, something simple, and i'll show you, how special i really am. you need me, i can taste your despondence, the bitter taste of depression... i can fix it all, i can make it all better. and all you will ever need to do, is feed me, and fuck me in any way you desire." he admitted swallowing hard before leaning forward and gently kissing Riley with lips as soft as silk his eyes closing. "you taste wonderful." he whispered with a smile. "make a wish..." he ordered gently smiling at the other. "you'll see."

 

[WhiteWolfDemon]

Riley quirked an eye at Faysol, but before he could say anything those soft lips encompassed his own. He could admit... even if this guy was just going to rob him blind (he'd had trouble with strangers before; since then he'd been cautious of owning anything at all), Riley would admit, he probably wouldn't get as mad at this cutie. Wait, what was he thinking? This was a stranger.... with really really gorgeous looks....This Faysol definitely knew how to look decorated.... Crap! There went his thoughts again, but when he listened to Faysol's offer, he was suspicious. How could a man who'd be able to grant wishes be homeless of all things.

He paused for a moment, then spoke once he knew Faysol had said what he needed to. "A wish-granter? ... ..Even if you weren't, I don't think I'd have the guts to throw you out on the streets." The other seemed like a lost puppy in several ways, albeit sexually active as well. He admitted to himself that it would be nice if he didn't have a crappy job... or a stupid boss... he barely owned anything anymore. "....I'm not sure that I want to use you though, Faysol. ....If you're insistent though, and really insistent... can you fix the lock on my door? ...In exchange, I promise I won't throw you out. ..My name's Riley." He felt awkward. For one who sang in front of a full house more often than not, you'd think he'd be more casual at conversation. This guy was different though.. something about him definitely was different than the other guys he knew. ...Then again, he didn't always meet a lot of men who offered themselves like that.

 

[FoxWriter]

he smiled a little at the other, his head tilted to the side, laying his head on the arm of the couch, blinking at him and smiling a little at him. "the guts? i'm just a week little brat, how could you not have the guts to throw me out?" he asked looking amused. "i bet you could kick me around if your really felt the need." he admitted simply. "and you do too want to use me. deny it all you want, but in the end, everyone wants me." he admitted with a small little grin. "but that's alright, i like it." he admitted licking his lips. "i need another kiss." he admitted softly, pressing their lips together again, the smell of vanilla filling the air around them, like an aromatic candle had been lit without warning as Faysol moved his lips against Riley's before pulling away with a soft little pant, turning to look at the door. "all fixed." he breathed panting softly. "forgive me, it's hard to use magic without a Bonded." he admitted softly. "it's nice to meet you Riley." he admitted resting his head back onto the arm of the couch his eyes closing a little. "i need to rest for a moment." he admitted.

he watched the other look at the lock, not only had it been fixed, but it had been upgraded to a nice shiny new one that looked almost straight from the store. "fixing things i'm not very good at, so i replaced it." Faysol admitted smiling a little at Riley, his stomach growling loudly, making him grimace. "... i don't suppose you have any food?" he asked softly. "i haven't eaten in three days and without full on sex and lots of it i won't be able to make my own." he admitted blinking at the other, smiling a little. "i bet your curious about what i am huh?" he asked softly his head tilted a little. "i am a creature called a Kithril, though through out time some have called us Genii, Demons, fey and fairies, anything that can grant wishes in your human folk lore, is me and my kind." he admitted blinking at him. "i suppose your... shocked, by all of this...." shocked was probobly putting it mildly. the last person Faysol had made a wish for had freaked out and tried to kill him.

 

[WhiteWolfDemon]

Riley thought it was a trick of the eyes at first since he did have a busy night, but sure enough the lock was there like he'd wished for. Faysol did say he needed something simple for a wish and at the moment that was all he could think of. As he turned to look at the other, a sense of befuddlement came over him. A man-- no, a ...Kithril, was it? It was ... First off, he'd never heard of a kithril before, but the words genii, demons, fey and fairies made sense to him.
"I thought your kind were only in books." He remembered reading stories like that to little kids, stuff like One Thousand and One Nights, even the Disney remake Aladdin. Things they would find at old abandoned bookstores. Usually there would be nothing but on circumstance, the kids he used to help take care of would find those kinds of stories. Since he was the only one of them that could properly read, he became a story teller and at the time, a singer who sang them lullabies.
Riley got up from the couch and went back to the fridge, getting out a few hot pockets and heated them up in the microwave. "....I still think I'm half asleep from work honestly. ...It feels too real to be sleep though..." He picked up a juice from the fridge and brought it along with the instant sandwiches on a paper plate. "...'s not real food but it's what I can afford. I already ate so go ahead." Once Faysol sat up, he handed the plate and juice bottle to him. He looked at Faysol... but it wasn't in a scared manner, or angry... rather, it was a curious look in his eyes. Perhaps Riley was dreaming and he just dreamt vividly but ...
"I...I suppose that's a good way to put it.. more like disbelief though. ...Feel like I'm going to wake up any minute now if it was a dream. Although you've kissed me twice so I guess I'm definitely not Sleeping Beauty. ....And if I'm not dreaming, then well..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I might as well accept that there's another person in this apartment besides me... that just..." he paused for a moment, looking for the right words, "has a different set of talents than most.. You're not something people see every day." Riley didn't mean to be rude, but that was the only way he could phrase it at that point.

 

[FoxWriter]

Fay smiled a little as he watched the other come to terms with what was happening to him. "we are in books." he agreed simply his head tilted a little. "we spread the tales ourselves sometimes, because after all such things as we do not exist, we can operate as we please and no one would ever suspect us." he smiled a little. "many great men had our help. Adolf Hitler, George Washington, King Arther, the ancient Mayan's used to worship one of us... until the Spanish conquistadors stole him for their own.... that didn't end well." he admitted with a small chuckle. "Aladdin was real, though the versions that you grew up with are false." he admitted rubbing his eyes a little. "well your reacting better than most. the last person i told tried to gut me." he admitted looking amused. "you'll feel better when you sleep on it and wake up and realize i am in fact real." he promised smiling a little as he started stuffing the food into his mouth. "oh thank you. mm god this tastes delicious." he admitted smiling at the other "thank you."

he chuckled a little and smiled at the other. "yes, a different set of talents." he agreed chuckling a little as he shook his head, licking the plate clean. "we'll talk more in the morning." he promised chuckling a little. "there are a lot of... guidelines that need to be met and your in no state to handle any of them." he admitted chuckling a little. "i'll just lay here on the couch and sleep until you wake up." he promised drinking the juice down and laying down on the couch with a small sigh, watching the other. "you won't regret this, i promise." he, well... promised smiling at the other before sliding his eyes closed and by all appearance went to sleep. better yet he was still there when Riley woke up, sleeping on the couch like a little angel, his soft full lips moving as he talked to himself in his sleep, shifting against the cushions as he rolled off the couch, hit the floor with a thud and a grunt, and didn't even bother opening his eyes, he just rolled onto his belly and resumed sleeping.

 

[WhiteWolfDemon]

When it was almost noon, Riley stirred from his sleep. He'd huddled up near the furnace, at first just trying to warm his frozen hands but then sleep had taken him. Once he sat up, Riley cracked his neck and yawned, worn out still but awake enough to do something. He looked around the shambles of the apartment, feeling a bit guilty that it looked like a wreck. Maybe Fay could help him out with that. Looking over, he laughed lightly hearing the thud, and roused himself to stand up and walk over.

He blushed lightly at the form of the sleeping angel majestically sprawled out on his stomach. As funny as it was, Riley admitted silently that the Kithril was beautiful, especially asleep. Riley leaned down, time stopping for a moment as he contemplated kissing Faysol, wanting to taste his sweet lips... However, he stopped quickly and stood back up. Feeling himself blush at realizing something, the singer pulled a blanket over the other before quickly retreating to the shower to go take care of some 'business'.
Flicking on the hot water, he gasped before fully standing in the heavy downpour and drew the curtain around the shower. Taking his long length in hand, he began to stroke slowly, leaning with one arm on the stall. Riley was still tired from sleeping on the floor, but there wasn't much that he could do about it currently, not with a raging boner in his hand. Literally.

 

[FoxWriter]

it was barley a few minutes after Riley left him that Fay woke up and started stumbling up tot eh bathroom to pee, pausing when he heard the shower going and he paused, sniffing at the air and smirking a little. he could hear the lust and pleasure floating through the air, he licked his lips and savored the sexual energy for a moment. it had been so long since he'd felt honest sexual pleasure, the last few years had been him feeding off of people raping him. to feel honest pleasure washing over him, it felt wonderful. "hey Riley?" he called into the other. "you know i could help you with that?" he offered smirking a little. "i do feed on sexual energy you know, it would be doing me a favor on top of helping you relieve that tension, as much lust as i'm feeling from you i doubt your hand is going to do the trick." he was teasing the other before he moved into the bathroom and leaned against the side of the wall, smirking a little, not peeking though, no matter how much he wanted to. "so how bout it, wanna give my mouth a test run? i'd let you have my ass but i'm afraid i can't let you have that just yet." he teased, all to willing to let the other mount him if he pleased, but just letting him would be no fun, Fay wanted to tease him first.

 

[WhiteWolfDemon]

Although the fervor of a morning wood coupled with the unexpected desire rushed through Riley's senses, the offer made him reluctant. The guy was probably messing with him... A breathy gasp was signal enough to him that what Fay was saying was true, and that his hand wasn't going to be enough no matter how much he would have liked it to be. "You're playing with your food then?" He smirked as the water dripped down his back and long red hair. "I wouldn't... usually want anyone to do that. But since you seem to insist egging me on.." Riley slid back the shower curtain and held Faysol's wrist gently. With a light tug, Riley pulled the other towards himself and kissed him deeply, his wet hand on the back of Faysol's neck.

 

[FoxWriter]

Fay smirked a little as he heard the Gasp, a smirk on his lips. "i love to play with my food." he purred playfully, smirking a little as he heard the others tone, examining the other as the curtain was pulled back, licking his lips as his eyes trailed along Riley's body biting his lip eagerly as his writs was gripped, smirking at him. "hell of a dick you have there." he admitted, settling into the shower, the dirt ad grime washing off of his flesh and clothes as he stepped into the spray, his mouth meeting Riley's in a deep passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into the others mouth as his hand settled into place along the others cock, stroking along the flesh, teasing the head gently with his fingers before falling to his knees in front of Riley, smirking at the man with his smokey gray eyes. "don't be afraid to yank my hair if you want." he teased as he ran his tongue along the length of the cock in his hands, moaning happily.

his tongue wrapped around the flesh, running the entire length he bathed every inch of his cock in his spit before suddenly pulling his length into his mouth, sucking hard along the head as his hands moved to stroke the flesh that he wasn't in his mouth, his other hand stroking and massaging the balls as he slowly engulfed every inch of the cock into his mouth, his throat convulsing as he pulled it into his throat, shuddering lightly as he swallowed the cock all the way to the base without a choke or a gag, moaning around the flesh as his eyes flicked up to Riley's, offering him another grin as he swallowed, making his throat convulse around the length again, teasing the man still. he was a little bitch, he really was.