I'm back. Severe writer's block.but I think it's going away. Been
taking my vitamin C drops. Hmm.so this is a story, as I'm sure you have
figured, about Alistair and Merton, which I am certainly going to send to
Daisydrop's site, seeing as this was a challenge response from there. Well,
Read and make sure you review! For heavens' sake, you sure make a person
feel bad if you don't!
Alas, I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic.but if I did, I would sell them on E-Bay for a lot of money.
At the knock on the door, Merton jumped quickly out of bed. Chances were it was only Tommy; hey who else would visit him on a Saturday; but he didn't feel like scaring any door-to-door salesmen by answering the door in his boxers. He jumped into a pair of pants, and shrugged into his black and red dragon bathrobe. As the knocking grew louder, he opened the door. The guy on the other side looked just about a surprised to see Merton dressed as awkwardly as Merton was to see him.
"Hello Merton. Don't you look snazzy." Alistair said as he brushed past Merton and into the Lair. His eyes widened appreciatively at the veritable Goth museum that was the Lair. "What a cheery domicile."
"What.what are you doing here?" Merton stuttered as he shut the door against the chilly fall morning.
Alistair turned to scrutinize Merton, who felt practically naked in his flimsy bathrobe. He felt this appraising gaze sweep over him; then Alistair slowly spoke up. " I see you aren't up to conversation. Alright, business first then, I suppose."
Merton seemed to make him considerably nervous, but he couldn't seem why. Alistair had stopped pacing and sat down in Merton's computer chair. He quickly ran his fingers through his pale hair. "I.I need my book back, if you please."
Nearly laughing with relief at this simple request, Mert suddenly realized exactly what happened to the spell book. He swallowed. "That might be something of a problem. You see- it got lost."
"What?!" Alistair shouted, jumping up from his computer chair, and stalking right up to Merton's face. "How could you have lost something so valuable?!"
The darker boys face colored, as he stared intently at his feet. "I...My...My werewolf ate it."
Alistair gave him a look of disbelief. Merton remembered exactly how close they were at the moment, and he quickly remedied the situation by slinking over to his bed and sitting on it. "So, I think you'll be leaving now?"
"You don't understand." Alistair said quietly and almost dangerously as he sat down again on the computer chair. "Those spells were more powerful than you think! I am under some kind of spell, and I can't understand why, but it draws me towards.someone. I think it was a love spell."
Merton sighed, because he had actually tried a love spell before he had lost the darned thing, for a love so pure that the girl would literally throw herself at him. Alas, he had been waiting for a few weeks, but nothing had happened yet. It didn't seem likely that would happen anytime soon.
"It seem this certain spell draws me towards my true love. Supposedly anyway. Unfortunately, that true love was certainly not who I thought it would be. In fact not even the same sex I though she, or as I quickly found out, he would be."
Merton tried hard to contain his laughter, and failed miserably. "Ha ha! You.I mean, you like.ha ha ha!!"
Alistair glared at him again, then stood up pompously. If he still had his spell book, Merton would've been afraid. With each word he took a step forward towards Merton, who continued to laugh. "But the funniest part is who that person is, eh, Merton?"
The dark tone in his voice forced Merton to look up, and he met the bloodshot blue eyes. The soulful look instantly penetrated Merton's joke, and he suddenly felt eerily attracted to those blue eyes; as their gazes locked together, Merton felt something shift inside himself when he reached the shocking revelation in horror. "You don't mean you.me?"
"Oh yes, Merton!" Alistair said forcefully as he leaned down toward Merton, whose pale blue eyes, wide with shock, stood out against his pale face. But what stood out even more were the slightly parted, full rosebud lips, which were the direct target for this attack. Forget the loaded dice, forget the Dragon of Aramythia, all that mattered now was the first meeting for two boys who had been maigced together. As their lips clashed in a new kind of battle, Merton sat still in shock for a few seconds, before quickly retracting across the bed, in the process, tipping himself off the other edge of it.
As he tried to recover from the shock of the kiss, this new startling revelation, and the bump on his head he had gained himself from that thoughtless move, Merton didn't even notice when a strong pair of arms lifted him up and helped him back onto the bed. Or when one of them wrapped around his waist and pulled Mert very close to him. Or the hot breathe on his shoulder. He regained his thinking capabilities in a few moments, though, and did pull away, more carefully this time. He sat with his back to the headboard of his bed, the cold metal bars pressing uncomfortably into his skimpily clothed back. Alistair gazed at the concrete floor, fiddling with his hands and looking pensive. He was the first to speak, but when he did, he purposefully kept his gaze away from his love. "Merton.I'm sorry. That was out of line, even for me. Maybe I should be going, if you don't have the book."
Merton remained silent, glaring at Alistair without really seeing him. This whole incident, needless to say, was not the best way to start off your morning. Alistair looked up at him hopefully, the desire still evident in his eyes. Merton tried to control a shudder, because, although it pained him, he knew he had helped to make this person hunger for him so.
At the headboard, Merton gathered up his courage, finally speaking. " Has.has the magic ever been wrong before?"
"You mean you're no going to kick me out into the cold, cruel world to fend for myself with this spell making it impossible for me to think of anything but you?" Merton smiled, then solemnly shook his head. Alistair swallowed and answered Merton's question. "A book strong enough to make someone invisible could certainly pull of a simply love spell. Very, very strongly."
"Yeah, so I noticed. "Merton snorted, smiling slightly. The atmosphere visibly relaxed, and Alistair attempted a smile.
"I'm sincerely sorry, though. If I could've stayed away, I would have." Alistair said, finally catching Merton's eyes with his own. If he hadn't have known any better, he would've thought that Merton had blushed and looked away.
Again, Merton summoned the courage to speak. "I...I think I understand. In that afore mentioned book, there was this spell; to make someone who loves you throw themselves at you. Well, not in so many words, but well."
Alistair raised his eyebrows. "Well what?"
The other boy sighed and rubbed his head where he had bumped it. "I think that the person it affected was you."
Alistair stood up so fast he nearly tipped himself of the edge of the bed he. "You mean you made me this raving lunatic, throwing myself at you! It's all your fault that I couldn't help but come here and see you again! And it's all your fault.I can't do anything but forgive you." And with that, Alistair sat back down on the bed, his head in trembling hands.
Merton stood up, unnerved by that display. He wrapped the dragon bathrobe closer to himself. "What are we going to do? How do we undo the spell?"
Glancing at Merton, Alistair gave him a look of slight resentment. "You tell me. My last resort was coming to get my book back, and risk losing control."
"It can't last forever." Merton said, pacing the lair's bookshelves to make really sure it was gone. There was no sign of it.
"'It's only forever'. Well, the clause, if you will, on the spell can tell us how long, or what we have to do before it is broken." Alistair said sarcastically. Then he asked very clearly, "What was the *exact* wording of the spell?"
Merton furrowed his brow, looking cutely thoughtful. "I think it mentioned something called the Great Rite. 'Perform this spell, a love that's true, will come looking 'round for you, blah blah blah, Great Rite, blah blah night.' That's all I remember."
Alistair's eyes widened, and he looked almost mad again. "You.you...wizard wannabe! Do you have any idea what the Great Rite is?!"
"Making-out?" Merton answered.
Alistair actually slammed his head into the wall. "The Great Rite *BANG* is the symbolic joining *BANG* of the Wiccan Goddess and *BANG* God. Now you and I *BANG* have to.you know.
Merton pulled another cute thinking face, although he was trying not to look cute, but actually grim. Then it altered slowly and subtly into an expression of shock. "And I thought the making out part would be bad."
"There's nothing we can do." The silver-blond haired boy looked crushed. He wasn't looking forward to it either, for all the he was magically inclined.
"I sort have thought my first time might've been a little more romantic than this."
Alistair tried to smile at that "As had I, although I'm under your spell and couldn't hope for anything better, at the moment."
"You mean, you'd really like to.you know.with me?" Merton asked, his cute thoughtful look again alighting his pale yet gorgeous face.
"Technically, I'm under the magical influence." Alistair smiled, hoping that Merton would follow suit. "But I'd say you're not bad looking, for a midget Goth."
The dark-haired boy did smile, making Alistair's smile a little bit wider. "Still, this is going to be rather uncomfortable, for me at least. For instance, we don't know exactly to perform this Great Rite. From my relatively vast amount of knowledge of Wiccan lore, I think that you and I don't have the specified anatomy to.you know."
"We'd have to experiment." Alistair answered, trying not to show his immense liking of that idea. Blue eyes clouded, Merton unintentionally drew Alistair out of the shadows for a better view of his pensive look.
Then Merton's face broke into a smile, "Well, it's not everyday that your arch-nemesis comes to your house, begging for.you know. Kind of a unique opportunity for me. I'm not exactly into guys though."
"Neither was I!" Alistair said, his eyes shining brightly. Merton grinned crookedly. "Come on.just give it a try."
"But it's such an adult decision!" Merton insisted, keeping his eyes off of the other boy in the Lair. "I just need some time to think about it."
"We have forever." Alistair said softly, trying to relax in this uncomfortable situation. He only hoped Merton would come to a quick conclusion.
Alas, I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic.but if I did, I would sell them on E-Bay for a lot of money.
At the knock on the door, Merton jumped quickly out of bed. Chances were it was only Tommy; hey who else would visit him on a Saturday; but he didn't feel like scaring any door-to-door salesmen by answering the door in his boxers. He jumped into a pair of pants, and shrugged into his black and red dragon bathrobe. As the knocking grew louder, he opened the door. The guy on the other side looked just about a surprised to see Merton dressed as awkwardly as Merton was to see him.
"Hello Merton. Don't you look snazzy." Alistair said as he brushed past Merton and into the Lair. His eyes widened appreciatively at the veritable Goth museum that was the Lair. "What a cheery domicile."
"What.what are you doing here?" Merton stuttered as he shut the door against the chilly fall morning.
Alistair turned to scrutinize Merton, who felt practically naked in his flimsy bathrobe. He felt this appraising gaze sweep over him; then Alistair slowly spoke up. " I see you aren't up to conversation. Alright, business first then, I suppose."
Merton seemed to make him considerably nervous, but he couldn't seem why. Alistair had stopped pacing and sat down in Merton's computer chair. He quickly ran his fingers through his pale hair. "I.I need my book back, if you please."
Nearly laughing with relief at this simple request, Mert suddenly realized exactly what happened to the spell book. He swallowed. "That might be something of a problem. You see- it got lost."
"What?!" Alistair shouted, jumping up from his computer chair, and stalking right up to Merton's face. "How could you have lost something so valuable?!"
The darker boys face colored, as he stared intently at his feet. "I...My...My werewolf ate it."
Alistair gave him a look of disbelief. Merton remembered exactly how close they were at the moment, and he quickly remedied the situation by slinking over to his bed and sitting on it. "So, I think you'll be leaving now?"
"You don't understand." Alistair said quietly and almost dangerously as he sat down again on the computer chair. "Those spells were more powerful than you think! I am under some kind of spell, and I can't understand why, but it draws me towards.someone. I think it was a love spell."
Merton sighed, because he had actually tried a love spell before he had lost the darned thing, for a love so pure that the girl would literally throw herself at him. Alas, he had been waiting for a few weeks, but nothing had happened yet. It didn't seem likely that would happen anytime soon.
"It seem this certain spell draws me towards my true love. Supposedly anyway. Unfortunately, that true love was certainly not who I thought it would be. In fact not even the same sex I though she, or as I quickly found out, he would be."
Merton tried hard to contain his laughter, and failed miserably. "Ha ha! You.I mean, you like.ha ha ha!!"
Alistair glared at him again, then stood up pompously. If he still had his spell book, Merton would've been afraid. With each word he took a step forward towards Merton, who continued to laugh. "But the funniest part is who that person is, eh, Merton?"
The dark tone in his voice forced Merton to look up, and he met the bloodshot blue eyes. The soulful look instantly penetrated Merton's joke, and he suddenly felt eerily attracted to those blue eyes; as their gazes locked together, Merton felt something shift inside himself when he reached the shocking revelation in horror. "You don't mean you.me?"
"Oh yes, Merton!" Alistair said forcefully as he leaned down toward Merton, whose pale blue eyes, wide with shock, stood out against his pale face. But what stood out even more were the slightly parted, full rosebud lips, which were the direct target for this attack. Forget the loaded dice, forget the Dragon of Aramythia, all that mattered now was the first meeting for two boys who had been maigced together. As their lips clashed in a new kind of battle, Merton sat still in shock for a few seconds, before quickly retracting across the bed, in the process, tipping himself off the other edge of it.
As he tried to recover from the shock of the kiss, this new startling revelation, and the bump on his head he had gained himself from that thoughtless move, Merton didn't even notice when a strong pair of arms lifted him up and helped him back onto the bed. Or when one of them wrapped around his waist and pulled Mert very close to him. Or the hot breathe on his shoulder. He regained his thinking capabilities in a few moments, though, and did pull away, more carefully this time. He sat with his back to the headboard of his bed, the cold metal bars pressing uncomfortably into his skimpily clothed back. Alistair gazed at the concrete floor, fiddling with his hands and looking pensive. He was the first to speak, but when he did, he purposefully kept his gaze away from his love. "Merton.I'm sorry. That was out of line, even for me. Maybe I should be going, if you don't have the book."
Merton remained silent, glaring at Alistair without really seeing him. This whole incident, needless to say, was not the best way to start off your morning. Alistair looked up at him hopefully, the desire still evident in his eyes. Merton tried to control a shudder, because, although it pained him, he knew he had helped to make this person hunger for him so.
At the headboard, Merton gathered up his courage, finally speaking. " Has.has the magic ever been wrong before?"
"You mean you're no going to kick me out into the cold, cruel world to fend for myself with this spell making it impossible for me to think of anything but you?" Merton smiled, then solemnly shook his head. Alistair swallowed and answered Merton's question. "A book strong enough to make someone invisible could certainly pull of a simply love spell. Very, very strongly."
"Yeah, so I noticed. "Merton snorted, smiling slightly. The atmosphere visibly relaxed, and Alistair attempted a smile.
"I'm sincerely sorry, though. If I could've stayed away, I would have." Alistair said, finally catching Merton's eyes with his own. If he hadn't have known any better, he would've thought that Merton had blushed and looked away.
Again, Merton summoned the courage to speak. "I...I think I understand. In that afore mentioned book, there was this spell; to make someone who loves you throw themselves at you. Well, not in so many words, but well."
Alistair raised his eyebrows. "Well what?"
The other boy sighed and rubbed his head where he had bumped it. "I think that the person it affected was you."
Alistair stood up so fast he nearly tipped himself of the edge of the bed he. "You mean you made me this raving lunatic, throwing myself at you! It's all your fault that I couldn't help but come here and see you again! And it's all your fault.I can't do anything but forgive you." And with that, Alistair sat back down on the bed, his head in trembling hands.
Merton stood up, unnerved by that display. He wrapped the dragon bathrobe closer to himself. "What are we going to do? How do we undo the spell?"
Glancing at Merton, Alistair gave him a look of slight resentment. "You tell me. My last resort was coming to get my book back, and risk losing control."
"It can't last forever." Merton said, pacing the lair's bookshelves to make really sure it was gone. There was no sign of it.
"'It's only forever'. Well, the clause, if you will, on the spell can tell us how long, or what we have to do before it is broken." Alistair said sarcastically. Then he asked very clearly, "What was the *exact* wording of the spell?"
Merton furrowed his brow, looking cutely thoughtful. "I think it mentioned something called the Great Rite. 'Perform this spell, a love that's true, will come looking 'round for you, blah blah blah, Great Rite, blah blah night.' That's all I remember."
Alistair's eyes widened, and he looked almost mad again. "You.you...wizard wannabe! Do you have any idea what the Great Rite is?!"
"Making-out?" Merton answered.
Alistair actually slammed his head into the wall. "The Great Rite *BANG* is the symbolic joining *BANG* of the Wiccan Goddess and *BANG* God. Now you and I *BANG* have to.you know.
Merton pulled another cute thinking face, although he was trying not to look cute, but actually grim. Then it altered slowly and subtly into an expression of shock. "And I thought the making out part would be bad."
"There's nothing we can do." The silver-blond haired boy looked crushed. He wasn't looking forward to it either, for all the he was magically inclined.
"I sort have thought my first time might've been a little more romantic than this."
Alistair tried to smile at that "As had I, although I'm under your spell and couldn't hope for anything better, at the moment."
"You mean, you'd really like to.you know.with me?" Merton asked, his cute thoughtful look again alighting his pale yet gorgeous face.
"Technically, I'm under the magical influence." Alistair smiled, hoping that Merton would follow suit. "But I'd say you're not bad looking, for a midget Goth."
The dark-haired boy did smile, making Alistair's smile a little bit wider. "Still, this is going to be rather uncomfortable, for me at least. For instance, we don't know exactly to perform this Great Rite. From my relatively vast amount of knowledge of Wiccan lore, I think that you and I don't have the specified anatomy to.you know."
"We'd have to experiment." Alistair answered, trying not to show his immense liking of that idea. Blue eyes clouded, Merton unintentionally drew Alistair out of the shadows for a better view of his pensive look.
Then Merton's face broke into a smile, "Well, it's not everyday that your arch-nemesis comes to your house, begging for.you know. Kind of a unique opportunity for me. I'm not exactly into guys though."
"Neither was I!" Alistair said, his eyes shining brightly. Merton grinned crookedly. "Come on.just give it a try."
"But it's such an adult decision!" Merton insisted, keeping his eyes off of the other boy in the Lair. "I just need some time to think about it."
"We have forever." Alistair said softly, trying to relax in this uncomfortable situation. He only hoped Merton would come to a quick conclusion.
