Midweek Tease is from WIP , MMromance, Fantasy, The Dreamboat
Indigo
Vaughn stared down at the lights of the city far below. His sky barge, The
Dreamboat, sailed majestically and wonderfully slowly through the night sky.
The city and surrounding outer suburbs spread out like a twinkling jeweled
carpet. Indigo sighed as his imagination took flight, and he dreamed up a beautiful
man waiting there just for him. He will
be muscled and tall, and have eyes that remind me of the deep blue sea off the
coast of my Celtic home.
He drew in a
ragged breath. The pain in remembering the far away and long ago place hit him
like a spear in his heart. He forced himself on. I will twist my fingers in his night-dark hair and drag him to my
kiss. His sexy lips will taste better than the sweetest wine, and once I have
kissed him he’ll be mine forever.
Indigo rested his forehead on the special
glass of the window. He closed his eyes. He didn’t expect ever to meet this
dream man. He’d lived for so long without love he sometimes wondered how much
longer he could withstand the crushing sadness of his empty life.
Indigo could
conjure the dreams of his clients, producing the spell for what they craved on
The Dreamboat. Sometimes they lived their dream for the rest of their lives.
Sometimes they simply fucked up the chance he gave them. Indigo opened his eyes
and saw that the sky barge was over one of the huge lakes on the outskirts of
the city.
It is my eternal curse never to
conjure my own dream. I shouldn’t torture myself. I was warned.
He saw
movement on the surface of the lake. Water boats crisscrossed the placid
surface. Indigo left the window, exited his private quarters, and walked with
all the grace he could muster to the consulting room. Two clients awaited him
that night.
His
assistant, Milan, greeted him as he entered the anteroom.
“Good
evening, sir. The first of your clients is prepared.”
Indigo
bestowed a grateful smile on Milan. “Thank you. I’ve read her request document and
this won’t take long.”
He took a
deep breath before he went into the consulting room. “Let nothing go wrong.” He
always said this. It was his mantra to ward off anything bad, because Indigo,
even after centuries, had never quite become used to his magic.
Milan
responded to his call for the next client as soon as the woman left smiling
after her consultation. He led the next client into the room. “Darian O’Harr,
sir.”
Indigo kept
his head bowed as if still reading this man’s request document. Immediately
Milan and the client entered, the room had filled with expectation, hope, and
as Indigo finally raised his eyes to the client’s, the air sparked and charged
with sexual attraction. Indigo gazed at the man standing before him. His heart
hammered in his chest as if trying to burst through the perfectly toned muscles
and his dark shirt. Long ago he’d felt something like this, but the occasion
was distant. Right then, he could barely breathe with the sensation as he
attempted to appear impervious to the sight before him.
“Good
evening. I’ve read your request and can grant your wish.” Indigo had to take a
deep breath in order to go on. “Tell me, are you attending the festivities in
the city for the queen’s name day?”
The
beautiful man still stood. He cast a glance at the chair positioned an arm’s
length away from Indigo’s own seat. His ocean eyes regarded Indigo, filling
with amusement and kindness. “May I sit?”
Indigo
closed his eyes for a second. He couldn’t control the desire that zapped
through his body. Amazed by his reaction, he forced himself to nod calmly. “Of
course, forgive my discourtesy.”
Darian
O’Harr gave him a smile. “Thank you.” He drew aside his cloak, revealing an
almost transparent cotton shirt that did nothing to conceal his hard muscled
chest and allowing the sides of the cloak to fall over his hips, he sat.
Indigo
feasted on the sight—dark, glossy hair, cut in a style that showed off the
planes of his delectably handsome face and lips that enticed kisses. This man
was his dream personified. It was heartbreaking. Indigo wondered if he’d be
able to conjure the spell to give Darian O’Harr the lover he asked for. Indigo
wanted Darian so much, his stomach ached, his chest hurt, his magic retreated
under the blue gaze of the client.
“I, er, I
will conjure the circumstances so that your wish is fulfilled. I note, I note
that you prefer men.” Indigo glanced away from the expectant stare of this hunk
before him. By all the stars why… He
gathered his magic as sadness weighed on his shoulders. The only man I’ve seen in years who stirs my soul and I have to conjure
another man to be his lover. He drove away the thoughts, and concentrated
on a place, a time, a man who loosely fit the description Darian had written on
the request document.
In his mind’s eye, he saw the man, walking past a small
marquee, the night lit with fireworks to celebrate the queen’s name day. Indigo
pushed for the spell and raised his hands to form the magic into the usual
glowing silver sphere
“Stop.” His
client stood and grasped Indigo’s hands in his own cool, strong palms.
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