Time: October 30, evening, immediately following "Scrying"
The Magus opens his eyes as his spirit enters the mystical plane of reality, immediately aware that this vision is radically different from those other recent ones. Thorne is himself, dressed as Mage, much as he would have as a mortal, and not in his wolf form at all. He wears a soft linen shirt of deep gold, leggings of a darker shade of gold, soft short leather boots, and a heavily draped cloak in a rich, deep green. Around his neck he wears his lion's head amulet on a fine chain, gift of his sire.
The colors, he realizes, are symbolic, as is the forest surrounding him, a deep fir-scented woods achingly similar to his homeland in Germania when he was mortal. Dark green - for the connection to the higher spirit realm, gold for the wisdom of the one who guides another here.
Blair is shocked to find his consciousness on the Spirit Plane and not within his Wolf-form either. He sits, cross-legged on the ground of an ancient forest, dark green evergreen trees towering overhead. He's wearing soft leather breeches, but is barefoot. His chest is bare, except for two amulets hanging from his neck... one inscribed with a howling wolf's head, the other with a feline of some kind...but its features are not as clearly defined as the wolf- head is.
Around his right forearm is a leather strap with colored beads of blue, purple, silver and black dangling down, and as Blair reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his face, he feels similar leather strands of beads braided in his hair, with black feathers attached to the ends.
Closing his eyes momentarily, the Magus feels the same tingling he felt in the presence of Dr. Blair Sandburg that afternoon, the threads... as his eyes fly open, he swirls around, his cloak as wings around his body, and sees the young Shaman sitting not far away. "Shaman," he breathes, feeling the threads that already draw their souls together, have drawn their spirits here.
Startled, Blair feels a rush of adrenaline-like energy at the sound of a soft voice behind him... soft, but full of power and sensuality. Blair leaps to his feet, spinning around. "It IS you!" he exclaims, gazing at Thorne standing nearby. Blair's almost afraid to ask, "Where are we?"
The flush of joy in seeing the beautiful Shaman react with such enthusiasm to seeing him, causes the ancient magus's heart to ache wonderfully. Gazing down upon his fresh, open face, Thorne is drawn without thought to close the space between them, his hand automatically reaching to touch his cheek. "We're in the Black Forest, the Schwarze Wald," Thorne answers Blair's puzzled query. His hand moves to finger one of the black feathers dangling from his hair. "I did not call you here, Shaman..."
"How did I get here then? I'm used to finding myself in the jungle, where the Sentinel's Temple is. I've never been here...." says Blair, puzzled... looking around, then back up at Thorne.
Now both hands of the Magus move to slide along either side of Blair's face. "Something called us both, Blair," Thorne murmurs, drinking in the sight, scent, and feel of the mortal. Though they are both caught up in the spirit realm together, what they experience is quite real, almost as if they have been transported in fact to the actual Black Forest. "Do you feel it?"
Closing his eyes, Blair relaxes under Thorne's caresses. He moves his own hands up to rest them on the Magus's hips, as the young Shaman inhales the scents all around him... feeling a sense of other-worldly peace in this dark green cathedral. "Oh yes..." he breathes, smiling, his face transfixed with joy. "I feel so... right, here!"
Thorne looks down at the blinding beauty and groans. His mouth is suddenly on Blair's, his arms collecting him into his embrace.
Blair wraps his arms around Thorne, kissing him back passionately, without reserve. The beads on his arm and in his hair click softly as he moves closer in Thorne's embrace.
One hand cups the back of Blair's head, the other around his waist... Thorne returns the passion, his mind spinning, his controls threatened like rarely before... then, gasping, he pulls Blair off his mouth to fix an intent gaze on him, wondering. "I must know if you are feeling what I'm feeling," he whispers harshly, "What I felt this afternoon, meeting you on campus. The connection drawing me to you..."
Blair laughs for the sheer joy and excitement of it all, gazing up at the handsome Mage. "Felt it? My entire body's buzzing with it, Thorne! You're like a magnet I can't pull away from! Like a gravity-well! No..." Blair pauses, and gathers his thoughts, becoming a bit more introspective. "I haven't felt this kind of connection, other than with Jim, in my whole life!"
The name - Blair's soulmate, his other half, his life companion, Jim Ellison - rifles through Thorne with unexpected pain. "I...I know what he means to you. I would never take from that." The Magus is confused. [Is this lust, then? If it were, how could the spirit realm draw us here to be together, or why? But, gods, I want him...]
Blair smiles at Thorne again, "What I feel for you is
not the same as what I feel for Jim. He and I are two sides of the same
coin. Sentinel and Guide, Blessed Protector and Shaman. But you and I are
... different... somehow. It's more than physical... I feel a deep
bond in my spirit with you." Blair ducks his head for a moment, then looks
up at Thorne through his long eyelashes. "And yes, I will admit, there
is the physical attraction
too..."
"Physical attraction," Thorne echoes, his gaze scraping down the smaller man's furred chest, down to the low-slung breeches, then back to the muscular neck. He sighs, his senses still swimming with the sheer desirability of the man in his arms.
"I can't lie to you... not here," whispers Blair. His whole body throbs with desire for Thorne, but he holds his body perfectly still, waiting for the Magus to decide for himself.
Thorne breaks into a smile at that, one that quickly grows seductive. "You can't lie to me anyway, Shaman. And it's clear why we've been brought here to the spirit realm..." As he speaks, his hand returns from holding Blair's head to lay along his throat, his eyes rimmed in shimmering silver.
The touch of Thorne's fingers on his neck sends a delightful shiver up Blair's spine, followed by a rush of desire. His eyes are dark with passion as he whispers, "Yes....." Its more of an entreaty than anything else.
Chuckling low in his throat, the Magus releases the mortal enough to undo the heavy silver clasp of his cloak and remove the long garment, letting it fall in a practiced sweep upon the forest floor. His eyes hold the other's, his smile deepening. "A little spirit magick in order, I think," he murmurs, low and mysteriously.
With a graceful gesture, Thorne brushes his hand down one side of his unlaced, linen shirt, and the material vanishes into a fine golden mist, soon dispersed.
Gazing at Thorne's strong hard torso, Blair has to hold himself back from pouncing the Tremere magus. He knows he's staring, but he can't help himself. His body suddenly feels tight all over ... and very hot.
Laughing at the mortal's gaping stare, Thorne completes the ritual, dispensing with the rest of both their clothing. Then he gracefully collapses to the ground atop the spread cloak, lying on his side with hooded eyes. He reaches his hand to the young Shaman, beckoning. "Come, my Shaman, come join me, join with me, here in this spirit place."
Blair kneels beside Thorne, reaching out to take his hand... lifting it to his lips and kissing it, then holding it over his heart. "I will join with you, Thorne," the young Shaman whispers.
The sight of the nude mortal, so compact yet muscled and masculine, perfect, deepens the Tremere's arousal, his need for Blair. He feels the rapid heart beating even as he hears it, knows the fire within the spirit of this man answers his own. "Come, let me love you now," Thorne whispers, drawing him down to lay beside him.
Blair replies in actions only... his heart too full to let him speak. He buries his face in Thorne's mane, inhaling the scent, immersing himself in the other. With his eyes closed, Blair can almost see Thorne's aura... radiant and powerful. Blair feels it against his body like the summer sun. The Shaman molds himself against Thorne, their legs entwined, and begins to kiss his neck.
A sigh wrenched from his heart, the Magus collects the smaller body against his own long one, desire throbbing through him as their groins fit together, limbs twining. Thorne, too, can see in this reality the aura of the young Shaman, a respondent blaze akin to his own, resounding in harmony.
He, too, inhales the scent of the other deeply, all herbs and earthy freshness, new spring mornings and dewy gardens surrounding stone temples. Then his hand collects a fistful of the luscious wavy hair and Thorne gently draws his head back, descending again to kiss him.
Blair kisses Thorne back with all of his usual passion, but there's a kind of dreamy feeling to this all... as if time was suspended and they're here, sharing their bodies and their souls melding together as well.
Thorne, his senses filled with Blair, kissing him open-mouthed and deeply, sees the connecting threads between their souls as brightly colored strings of light. A detached part of his mind is stunned by this, for it operates outside their wills, blending them together beyond reason. It works strong magick in them both, as powerful as what called Thorne to be Embraced all those centuries ago, what unites Blair with Jim Ellison, though that union is but qualitatively different.
Blair kisses Thorne back, his body responding in its own way, as Blair also opens his heart and mind, giving himself over to the ancient Tremere, trusting in the strength and rightness of this new bond between them.
Now the Magus lets his hands learn his beautiful young mortal lover, even as his tongue twines around his, and he begins to thrust lightly against him, loving the symphony of their bodies moving together.
Moaning, Blair responds, arching his hips into his lover's thrusts, his hands gripping Thorne's buttocks.
Pulling off Blair's mouth, finally, Thorne gives him a deeply sensuous smile as he reaches and grasps Blair's nearest wrist, bringing it up between them, slowing his thrusts. Still holding his gaze, Thorne licks across Blair's wrist, letting him know his intent.
Panting hard, Blair continues to thrust against Thorne's body, but then he gasps as he feels Thorne's tongue against his wrist. Blair's overwhelmed by a flood of desire. He wants desperately to know Thorne more intimately....especially this way.
Seeing the mortal's desperation, the Magus lets his Kindred nature flow forth, his eyes silvering as he fangs descend. Then, a low growl issuing from his throat, Thorne bites delicately into Blair's wrist, giving him the "Kiss" of his kind. But this "Kiss" is on a different plane of reality...
The mortal's blood, in this spirit realm, is somehow not blood at all, but somehow a part of Blair's very soul, as if all his blood WAS his soul. The brief taste explodes within Thorne. [SHAMAN!] his own soul, now added to, cries in recognition and acceptance. [Healer! You know me and you have come! Welcome!]
The young Shaman shudders as his wrist is pierced, expecting ecstasy in the Kiss, but in addition he sees in a flash of Inner Sight the soul of the Magus, his Other Shaman-self. His blood, no, his *soul*, giving a piece of itself to the other. In that instant, Blair feels their deep merging, on more than one level. He can feel his own essence flowing into and becoming part of Thorne, his mind and his eternal soul.
Then, returning to some sort of normalcy, Thorne finds himself licking Blair's healed wrist clean, his eyes dark with fading vision. "Shaman, you're mine now..." he murmurs, feeling a return of his sharp arousal, his desire for this mortal. He separates from him enough to move his hand down to caress Blair's thigh, then lightly cup his genitals, holding his eyes all the while.
Blair feels a surge of lust overwhelm him as Thorne caresses him, his cock jumps in reaction. The look in Thorne's eyes is more than enough to ignite Blair's libido.
Smiling, the Magus squeezes gently, then collects the Shaman's firm rod in his hand, fitting around it, then stroking it gently. Thorne leans in to brush his lips against Blair's again, then sits up briefly, only to reverse positions on him. When he lays back down, facing the opposite way, he pulls Blair's groin in with an arm around his ass and takes his cock into his mouth, still smiling as he prepares to enjoy him.
Blair's head falls back as he closes his eyes and gasps with pleasure. Thorne's expert strokes on his cock are driving him closer to the edge. With his eyes closed, Blair misses Thorne's change of position but his eyes fly open as soon as Blair feels Thorne's mouth on his dripping cock. Blair groans loudly.
[Likes that, he does,] Thorne thinks to himself wickedly, then reaches one long arm down to grasp a fistful of the Shaman's long wavy hair, "direct" his attention to the prize he has awaiting him. [And so do I...] He shifts position a little so Blair has no doubt of his meaning.
As soon as he can get his breath back, Blair chuckles and leans over to begin licking and sucking on Thorne's cock, gently at first, moving from the base to the tip...then swirling the head in his mouth, tasting his lover.
Satisfied that his little sensation-slut of an anthropologist is going to give as well as get, Thorne purrs as he deep-throats the fine, sizable member of the other, working its length, enjoying scent and taste of him.
Blair loses his concentration for a moment as he feels Thorne's hot mouth envelop his throbbing cock. Blair resists the urge to thrust into Thorne's mouth, and instead, pays him back by beginning to work on Thorne's cock in earnest with his own mouth.
Although the Magus is enjoying their mutual pleasuring immensely, they have a higher goal to achieve here. As he clasps Blair by the ass, he slips fingers into the crack to first caress, then relax Blair's anus for the joining.
Blair grunts as Thorne's fingers caress his ass, but he doesn't let up on his ministrations to Thorne's member.
[Shaman, you taste so good... so perfect,] the Tremere breathes into his young lover's mind. [You are light and life and joy... need to be one with you...]
Needing to hear the other's response, he opens a mental conduit between them, inviting the Shaman into yet another intimacy. [Speak back along this link, Blair,] Thorne murmurs, caressing mind as well now. [We cannot read each others thoughts, but what we intend to share, will be shared.]
Surprised, Blair lifts his head from Thorne's cock, turning to stare at the other. [How?] he asks, surprised to find himself already doing it. He grins. [Is this just because we're in the Spirit plane?] he asks Thorne
[Shhhh, you forget my powers, Shaman,] Thorne reminds him, then replaces mouth with hand on Blair's cock as he sits up again. His hair falls over half his face, his eyes hooded and fey. [Now, let me love you more...]
[Gladly!!]
Smiling broadly, Thorne gently rolls Blair onto his back and separates his legs, shifting himself in between them. [But on the spirit plane something's are possible that are not in the real world,] he mysteriously relates, then leans down over him. [May I show you, Shaman?] His violet eyes twinkle with mischief.
[Huh?? like what?] Blair's very curious and he peers up, trying to read Thorne's enigmatic expression.
Grasping Blair's knees with his forearms, Thorne positions his cock at his lover's entrance. Then there is something like a whistle through a flute or a peal of a bell, the scent of roses, and a ripple passes through the spirit forms of the two shaman... and they are joined, just like that.
It is the spirit world. Joining is magic. Having a wizard for a lover probably doesn't hurt either.
Blair would be amazed if he wasn't in such pleasure... he gasps and relaxes at once. The sensation is most incredible.
Thorne groans with delight, his cock deep within the mortal, moving within him without fear of harm or pain.
All Blair can do now is react... his hips arch up as Thorne moves within him, Blair's hands gripping his lover's shoulders.
[Shaman, we are one, my Healer, my lover,] the Magus breathes into his mind again, thrusting with long, smooth strokes, staring down into his lover's face, so contorted with pleasure. [We are joined now and forever... sealed in this place of the spirit.] He feels their movements falling into sync, a natural harmony between them.
[Forever one...] Blair replies in his mind, then releases himself to the overpowering sensuality of their joining.... which is like nothing he's ever experienced before.
Although the joining is lovemaking in a very real sense to both mortal and Kindred, this is a different sort of reality, one their actions only mirror. Their coupled bodies continue to respond naturally to each other, their senses filled, their climaxes approaching.
Then it is time and the Joining of the Shamans blossoms, bodies, minds, spirits converging in one colossal ecstatic outpouring of orgiastic bliss. Thorne collapses on top of Blair, clutching his body against his as the powerful forces thrum through them both. Blair cries out as his orgasm hits, and grabs onto Thorne, riding it out.
Then cold marble is under Thorne's back, and his eyes fly open. He sits up bolt straight, shocked to the core. "No... no..." he gasps, then looks down at himself. He is naked, his ritual clothes in a heap on the floor, and he is covered in bloodsweat. And... and... his belly is coated with the spray of his cum. Indeed, his body feels post-coitus, but...
The vision is gone, as is the spirit realm. The only thing Thorne remembers was looking in on Blair Sandburg, mediating alone in the loft of his apartment - and now this!
[What happened... Blair? How...] He feels a sense of... not loss, but of completion, as if he's found something important but just can't have it or get to it right now.
The memory of the shamanic Joining on the spirit plane... is gone.
[I've never had a... wet dream? during a scrying,] he thinks, bewildered as he cleans himself up with his tunic and water from the crystal pitcher. One thing is certain, though. Something... has changed.
Blair, curled on his side, wakes to find himself naked in his meditation area, panting hard. A fleeting vision of the Tremere, Thorne, drifts through his befuddled mind, as he groans, and tries to sit up. [Huh... never fell asleep while meditating before!] he thinks to himself... then stops.
As Blair rights himself, he feels languorous... more than sleepy... almost like he's sexually spent. His hand brushes against his belly, fingers touching something sticky. He groans. [Hell... I've never cum during a meditation session either! Gods!] He laughs at himself, and reaches for his old shirt to wipe himself off.
Blair pauses for a moment... his smile fading. That brief glimpse in his mind of Thorne, the handsome Tremere wizard... makes Blair pause to wonder if there was more...then he shrugs off the memory. For now.
Thorne, dressed in his pants, clutching the wadded up, soiled tunic, pauses to rest his head on the door before he leaves the chamber. He closes his eyes and pictures the young mortal doctor. [Blair... why are you so in my mind... Shaman?] Then he sighs and exits the room, returning to the real world of the chantry.
The End
