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puss_nd_bootsTitle: A Whole New World, Part 3
Chapter: 3 of 3 - Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Urban fantasy AU, romance, smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, sex toys, magically enhanced sex
Pairing: Yo-ka (DIAURA) x MiA (Mejibray), MiA x Subaru (Royz), some Yo-ka x Yuuki (Lycaon)
Disclaimer: Mejibray belongs to White Side Group, DIAURA belongs to Ains, Royz belongs to B.P. Records, Lycaon belongs to Vogue Entertainment, I own the story only. This fic is partially based on elements from Walt Disney Pictures’ film Aladdin, which is property of Disney, and the TV series I Dream of Jeannie, which is property of the estate of Sidney Sheldon and Screen Gems/Columbia Pictures.
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a lowly photographer’s assistant that pined after Yo-ka, a gorgeous model – who, it was said, only dated other models. Then, one day, he happened upon a mysterious bottle on the beach. Enter Subaru, someone who could give him a whole new life – and you ain’t never had a friend like him.
Comments: Yep, that’s a direct I Dream of Jeannie reference Subaru makes toward the end. His bottle and his initial genie costume are based on the ones from that series.
The next few weeks passed in a breathless blur. MiA had one shoot after another – Black Moral again, then Civarize, then Sexpot Revenge. He even had an autograph event where he and a couple of other models signed posters and catalogues in the Black Moral shop at Men’s 109. That was a jarring experience – all these young women lined up because they wanted to see HIM. He found himself posing for innumerable selfies with young ladies who then excitedly texted them to their friends, getting back “OMG I AM SO JEALOUS!” replies.
He continued to divide his time away from his career between Subaru and Yo-ka – which meant a lot of time in his new apartment. He kept making tweaks to it – different cabinets in the kitchen here, new curtains in the den there.
MiA had figured out – correctly so – that the second wish wouldn’t be considered completely fulfilled until the apartment was completely done – that was, until he was completely happy with it. So, the longer he too, to complete it, the longer his time with Subaru – right?
Wrong. One night, as he was trying to decide what color the fixtures in the guest bathroom should be, Subaru said, “You know that the final fulfillment of a wish has a time limit – right?”
MiA whirled toward him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that all adjustments to the wish have to be made 30 days after you make it. So after a month? The apartment becomes locked in, and the wish is considered fulfilled.”
MiA looked crestfallen. “Oh . . . I see.”
Subaru reached out and squeezed his hand. “I know. I don’t like it, either.”
“Subaru, what will I do without you? You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I mean it.”
“Don’t be silly. You have a fabulous career. You have Yo-ka. You have this place. You have everything you ever wanted – right?”
“That’s all thanks to you,” said MiA.
“I told you – all I did was make you pretty and give you a boost into the industry. All your success, and your relationship with Yo-ka? That’s all you. That came from inside you. You just needed to believe in your own magic.”
“You helped me believe in it.”
“Fair enough.” Subaru let go of his hand. “Hey – do you think there’s still an ice cream place open this time of night?”
“There should be,” MiA said. “In Shibuya, down the street from Men’s 109 . . .”
“We’re there,” Subaru said, raising his hand and preparing to snap.
“Do you know how hard it’s going to be to go back to taking the train after this?” MiA said, softly.
“You’re a supermodel now,” said Subaru. “Supermodels don’t take trains.” He snapped his fingers, and they were in an alleyway between buildings in the heart of Shibuya. They stepped out, surrounded by crowds, neon, huge screens glowing with advertising . . .
MiA suddenly grabbed Subaru’s arm. “Oh, my GOD!” he said.
Subaru looked baffled. “What?”
“There! Look over there! That’s the cologne ad I did!”
Sure enough, they were looking at an ad that covered most of the surface of a building that featured MiA, in a princely white outfit with gold trim, lounging on a very expensive couch. Next to the image of him was a Gucci logo on a black glass bottle, and below him, the words, “Gucci Guilty, Por Homme.”
“Wow,” Subaru said. “Just WOW. How does it feel to have your face the size of a skyscraper?”
MiA just stared at it. He remembered someone saying, way back in his photographer’s assistant days, that you’d know you made it when you saw your face on a billboard. Well, he’d made it – hadn’t he?
He had everything he wished for, all right – and then some.
* * *
A few days later, though, he was sitting quietly in his kitchen, leaning on the counter, his chin resting on his hand. He gazed out the window, looking at the lights on the street below, the flickering of neon.
Why, he thought, do I feel vaguely uneasy and unsatisfied?
Like Subaru said, he had a fabulous life, everything he wished for. He’d gotten the guy he wanted. He’d left being a lowly photographer’s assistant in the dust – and he’d made enough contacts that he’d never have to go all the way back there again, even if the fashion industry decided they didn't want his face attached to their products anymore.
Heck, even his mother was proud of him now. Subaru had told him that the initial wish included a magic that assured that his immediate family would recognize his model face, even if nobody else he used to know did. He got calls from his mom all the time, telling him she was bragging to her friends about her son the famous model. (His mother was also the only person in the world who still called him Shouya).
But there was just this feeling of something . . . missing.
He figured part of his unease was fear of eventually losing Subaru. But that wasn’t all of it – not by a long shot. It was just something he couldn’t put his finger on . . .
Well, there wasn’t anyone he could talk to about his feelings, was there? Nobody else had a life experience exactly like his. There weren’t exactly clubs for genie masters popping up all over Tokyo.
He hopped off the stool he was sitting on and headed upstairs. He was going to take a shower and go to bed – he had an early shoot in the morning. Maybe, once he was busy, this feeling would go away. Maybe.
* * *
Yo-ka was also looking at an early call the next morning, and was already in bed when his phone rang. He reached out with one hand from under the covers, fumbling, wondering if it was MiA looking for a late-night booty call.
But when he saw the caller ID, his heart nearly stopped. He hadn’t seen that in months. He sat bolt upright and pushed the answer button. “Yuuki?”
“So you do remember me,” said the all-too-familiar voice. “That’s a step in the right direction.”
“Yuuki, how are . . . I mean, are things all right in Milan? I mean . . .”
“Look, I know I haven’t been in touch in a long time,” Yuuki said. “I needed time to think. About us. About everything. We left things on a bad note.”
“That’s an understatement,” Yo-ka said. “The neighbors are probably still talking about the yelling that night.”
“So I figured we were through,” Yuuki said. “I tried to get my life together, date other guys. And you know what I found out? I found out the more I tried to do that, the more I fucking missed you in my heart of hearts.”
Yo-ka suddenly felt his heart leap. Was he hearing what he thought he was hearing – that Yuuki had missed him as much as he’d missed Yuuki? “I fucking missed you, too,” he said. “You don’t know how much.”
“And I decided I’m not renewing the contract,” Yuuki said. “Fuck Milan. There’s too much of a language barrier here, anyway. I had to learn English just to get anything translated from the Italian.”
“I’ll bet the food’s good, though,” Yo-ka said. (This was a dream, right? This wasn’t happening. He’d wake up and find out he’d just fallen asleep with the damn phone in his bed).
“Oh, its good,” Yuuki said. “I miss ramen, though. Almost as much as I miss you. Look, Yo-ka – I’m coming home on Thursday.”
Yo-ka nearly fell out of the bed. Thursday – that was just three days from now. “You’re – you’re serious?”
“As a heart attack. And the first thing I want to do is start over again with you. This separation made me realize . . . I took you for granted. I didn’t appreciate you enough. I’m willing to appreciate you now.”
“Yuuki . . .” Oh, God, it was happening. Yuuki was coming back. Yuuki was getting back together with him. They had another shot at happiness.
“So, listen . . . I’m sending you my flight information. I managed to get a flight into Haneda, thank God, I couldn’t deal with Narita. Will you meet me at the airport?”
“I will,” Yo-ka said. “Oh, God, yes, I will!”
“Good. I’ll see you then . . . and Yo-ka? I never stopped loving you.”
“I never stopped loving you, either,” Yo-ka said. “Good night.”
When he hung up, he literally leapt from his bed and danced around the room. Yuuki was coming back! Everything he’d ever wanted was coming true. He had another shot with the love of his life! He . . .
And then, he saw the Gucci Guilty ad sitting on his desk, the beautiful blond looking out at him.
MiA. Oh, God, MiA. His comfort during these long months, the guy who’d kept him going . . .
Suddenly, his happiness had a very bittersweet side. Because in order to get back together with the one that he loved, he was going to have to break the heart of the sweetest creature in the world.
* * *
MiA was very glad that Yo-ka had asked to meet him in this particular bar when they were both done shooting. It had sentimental value, after all – it was the bar where they’d gone for their first date.
He sat opposite his lover, a beer in front of him and a smile on his face “The shoot went so well today,” he said. “I wish you could have seen it. You would have been so pleased . . . well, you’re going to see the pictures when they come out.”
“That’s good.” Yo-ka was just staring into his beer, not meeting his lover’s eyes. How could he?
“And the said that they’re going to ask me back next time they . . .” MiA suddenly noticed his companion’s expression. “Yo-ka? Is anything wrong?”
Yo-ka finally lifted his eyes to meet his – and the expression MiA saw there was enough to make his heart dive down to his stomach. It was the face of someone who was about to deliver very, very bad news.
“Yo-ka?” MiA said again, quietly.
The other model took a deep breath. “I meant it when I told you that you gave me back my fire, MiA. You’ve made a huge difference in my life – an enormous impact. There’s only one person I’ve ever known who affected me more, in fact.”
Now MiA was really starting to feel worried. It sounded like Yo-ka was avoiding telling him something. “Thank you. You’ve had a huge impact on my life, too. More than you’ll ever know.”
“And that’s why it’s so hard to . . .” Yo-ka looked away. “You remember I told you that there was someone before you? Someone who meant a lot to me, and then went away?”
MiA nodded, feeling his blood start to turn to ice.
“He . . . he called me last night. He’s coming back to Japan. He wants to give our relationship another try.”
“And what did you tell him?” Oh, God. He was dreading the answer.
“I told him yes. He’ll be here on Thursday.”
MiA’s head dropped. He could feel the world spinning crazily around him, the way it did when Subaru transported them. Only he wasn’t going anywhere – in more ways than one. “I . . . I see.”
“MiA . . .” Yo-ka reached out and covered MiA’s hands with his own. “It’s not that I don’t care for you. You’re extraordinary. You’re beautiful and smart and sexy. You’re great to just hang around with. You’re a terrific model and a fabulous lover. If he hadn’t come back . . .” He broke it off and looked away again.
“But you still love him,” MiA said.
“With everything I have. I didn’t realize how much until I heard his voice last night. And this time, I’m not going to let him go. If there’s such a thing as a true love, then he is mine.”
MiA swallowed hard and nodded. It was all he could do.
“There’s a true love out there for you, too, MiA,” Yo-ka said. “Someone as wonderful as you has got to have a soul mate waiting for him. Hell, he may be part of your life already, and you don’t even know it.”
A confusing jumble of feelings was churning around inside MiA. Disbelief, shock, horror, sadness . . . The thing he’d most wanted, the thing he’d really wished for when he said he wanted to be a model, was being ripped away from him.
But what was confusing him the most was what he wasn’t feeling. He was sad, yes, and disappointed . . . but he wasn’t crushed. It wasn’t the end of the world. He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut, yes – but not like his heart had been ripped out.
And the lack of those feelings was disturbing him more than anything else.
“I have to go,” he said, suddenly getting up from the table and rushing for the door. And he didn’t stop moving until he was outside, and halfway down the street.
He leaned against a building, breathing heavily, shaking all over. A young male-female couple walked past him from one direction, a woman walking a dog from the other, both oblivious to his turmoil.
He should be in frantic tears right now. He wasn’t. There was something keeping him from doing that. Something underlying, something he couldn’t quite focus on – which just made his turmoil worse.
MiA replayed the conversation that had just taken place in his mind. He could see the pain in Yo-ka’s face, hear the hurt in his words . . .
He cared for MiA, yes. He cared for the other man who was arriving Thursday more.
And then, that final phrase again, telling him he had a soul mate waiting for him, that the person might be part of his life and he didn’t even know it . . .
He suddenly gripped the wall. The pieces started to come together in his head – and suddenly, he was seeing what should have been screamingly obvious all along.
MiA suddenly turned and frantically dashed off in the direction of home. He knew what he had to do, what he had to say. He knew what his third wish was – and it was going to be the biggest gamble of his life.
If this worked, if it paid off, he’d be the happiest man in the world. If it didn’t? He’d be living a glittery shell of a life, a top model with a beautiful apartment – but no lover, and no close companion. Everything he’d wished for – and absolutely nothing.
* * *
Subaru was in the living room, flipping through a men’s fashion magazine, looking to see if MiA had any pictures in this one.
He wasn’t expecting his master home anytime soon. He figured he’d be going out with Yo-ka after working – which meant if he did come home, it wouldn’t be alone. The genie had gotten quite good at zapping himself back into his room as soon as he heard noises in the hallway.
It’s good that he’s bonding with Yo-ka, he thought. He’ll still be with him long after I’m gone. I’m only here for one more wish.
He’d seen the second candle go out, indicating the end of the second wish. His days were numbered now. All it would take would be MiA being careless in a tired or overly emotional moment, saying a phrase that started with “I wish . . .”
And in a flash, Subaru would be back in the bottle as soon as the wish was granted. The third wish was always instant – no letting the genie hang around to tweak the details. It was spoken, it was granted, and he was a prisoner again.
There probably wouldn’t even be time to say goodbye.
He wasn’t going to think about it. He was going to cherish every moment of his freedom, every moment he could spend with his . . .
And then, MiA’s voice called from outside the door, “Subaru, I’m alone.”
The knob turned. The model walked in, quickly rid himself of his shoes, and ran over to him, flinging himself to his knees in front of the couch where Subaru sat.
“Subaru,” he said. “I have something very important to say. But after I say it, you have to promise you’re not going to go anywhere. You’re going to stay right here, and hear me out fully.”
Subaru looked baffled. “Where would I go?” he said. “You’re here and alone. When you are, I have to stay next to you.”
MiA took a deep breath and steeled himself. Okay, he thought, here it goes.
“I wish . . .” he said.
There was a look of genuine fear in Subaru’s eyes. Oh, no. Not now. The moment he’d been dreading was here. He saw the bottle suddenly appear in front of him, hovering in the air . . . ready to take him prisoner again.
“Genie . . . Subaru . . . I wish for you to be free. I wish that you be free of the bottle, and never be a slave again!”
The lights in the apartment flickered. There was a sound like a crash of thunder. The thick bracelets on Subaru’s wrists shattered, the shards of gold tumbling downward, then dissolving into nothingness. The bottle disappeared with a loud pop.
Subaru slowly rose to his feet, blinking. He literally felt like chains had been removed from his body, his soul. He was lighter . . . like a breeze could blow him away. He drew a deep breath, and felt the air rush through his whole body like it hadn’t in years. . . . decades . . . maybe even centuries.
“Oh . . .” He suddenly spoke a babble of excited words in his native language, bouncing up and down in place. “I’m free!” He threw his arms around MiA. “I’m free! Oh, MiA, you did it! You really did it! Only the third wish could free a genie!”
MiA hugged him back. “I’m glad . . I’m so glad . . . but Subaru . . . I still need to talk to you.”
“All right.” Subaru said down on the couch again – and laughed a little, wriggling around. “Tell me!”
Now came the real gamble. MiA steeled himself, and reached out to take Subaru’s hand in his. “I wanted you to be free before I said this. I wanted you to be able to make your own decisions, act on your own accord. I didn’t want you to be bound to me with any master-slave ties.”
“What is it?” Now Subaru was looking confused.
“Yo-ka broke up with me,” MiA said. “He . . . he’s going back to his old boyfriend. He’s still in love with him.”
“Oh, MiA,” Subaru squeezed the other man’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“But when he told me, it made me realize something.” MiA paused. “All this time, I thought I was in love with him. I asked you to make me a model so I could get his attention. I worked hard to be a success so I could keep that attention. Well, also because I found out I genuinely loved being a model – but he was still a factor. And yet . . .”
He took both of Subaru’s hands in his. “I was blinded by my infatuation. I couldn’t see what was really important to me. Subaru . . . it was you I loved all along. When I thought about losing you – about you going back in the bottle – it made my heart ache like nothing else. And when Yo-ka broke up with me, I could finally see that the pain of losing him . . . was nothing compared to the idea of losing you.”
Subaru looked utterly shocked – like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “MiA . . .”
“I know you’re free now,” MiA said. “I know you can go wherever you want, do whatever you please. You can explore the world, you can go back to the land of the Djinn, you can do anything. But . . .”
He looked Subaru in the eyes. “I offer you my heart and my home. I would like nothing more in the world for you to stay with me, and for us to see where it goes. I want a chance at a lasting love with you. And if it’s not something you want – that’s okay. You’re free. I can take comfort in knowing I gave you that freedom.” He paused. “And . .. that’s all I have to say.”
There was a long moment of silence, which was the longest in MiA’s entire life.
And then, Subaru threw his arms around him. “You don’t know how much, how long, I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
MiA blinked. “Really?”
“I’ve loved you from the start,” said Subaru. “I knew you were different from any other master as soon as we met. You were kinder, more considerate – you treated me like a person. And the more I got to know you, the more I realized . . .” He leaned his forehead against MiA’s. “That you were someone I could live with, as a lover – if only you’d see me that way. But I was a genie, and you were my master, so . . .”
“Are you still a genie?” MiA said. “Have you lost your powers?”
Subaru shook his head. “They’re diminished, though. A Djinn living in the human world who’s not a bottle slave can’t grant wishes anymore, and we can only do magic a certain number of times a day – I’m going to have to test my limits to find out what they are.” He smiled. “But I’ll always save them up to transport us. You’ll still never have to take the train again.”
“That was the very first magic you ever did for me, remember? Bringing me back here so I wouldn’t have to take the train?”
“I remember,” said Subaru. “I’ll never forget.”
He leaned over, bringing his face close to MiAs, tentatively inching their lips closer together . . . and MiA closed the gap, lifting his head until he was kissing Subaru, soft and gentle and sweet, the genie’s lips feeling even better than he thought they would.
Their first kiss – and it seemed to both of them that they’d been waiting for it forever.
Subaru pulled back gently from MiA with a wicked smile. “I can tell you one thing I can still use my powers for,” he said.
“And what’s that?” said MiA.
Subaru snapped his fingers – and suddenly, they were lying together on MiA’s bed, both of them completely naked.
MiA blinked in surprise – and then got an eyeful of what was next to him. Subaru was gorgeous – lean and lythe, with a nicely formed torso – and an equally nicely-formed cock. And yes, everything looked like it would on a normal human being.
“And I thought you were so innocent,” MiA said, teasingly. He leaned in toward him.
“Give me a chance to surprise you,” Subaru replied. “Oh – and my body functions just like a human’s, at least for that. You can make love to me like anyone else.”
“I think we’re both going to be very glad of that,” MiA said – right before kissing Subaru hard, pushing his tongue toward his new lover’s.
Subaru suddenly wrapped his arms around MiA, arching against him, his tongue caressing MiA’s rapidly, fluttering against it, making MiA gasp a little – he was a bit taken aback by the ferocity of Subaru’s passion. But given how long it had probably been for him . . .
He matched the fervor, opening his lips wider, plundering Subaru’s mouth with his tongue, reaching up to tangle his fingers in the soft, smooth blond hair. MiA rolled them both over so that he was on top, starting to kiss slowly down Subaru’s neck, thinking that the skin felt so soft and smooth . . .
MiA licked over the pulse line, feeling Subaru’s heart fluttering like a regular human’s would, kissing downward again, moving down over his chest. His hands explored lower, running over a taut stomach, downward to his hips, running his fingers lightly over the juncture with his legs.
His lips brushed a nipple, and he kissed it, tonguing it lightly as his fingers moved to the left, knowing full well what he was seeking . . .
Subaru arched upward, crying out and starting to pant, as MiA’s hand brushed over his cock just as his mouth began to suck. “Oh, yes . . . please, MiA . . .”
MiA was lost in bliss. Subaru felt so good, tasted so good . . . his fingers ran along the shaft, exploring, memorizing the texture, the beautiful shape. Subaru had a cock to be proud of, something that would feel so good in a man’s hands, his mouth . . .
His tongue danced over his nipple before he lowered his head and sucked again, hungrily, the hard nub more delicious than the sweetest wine. He felt the genie shudder beneath him, and it made his own body shudder in response.
MiA had to feel that cock against his. He lay full-length atop him, bringing their hips into alignment, and the two men began to rub together, Subaru closing his eyes and letting out a long moan, raising up off the bed to grind against him.
Their mouths came together again as they moved, hardness sliding against hardness, both of them breathing heavily, losing themselves in each other’s heat. Subaru’s fingers gripped MiA’s back, sliding downward until they were grabbing his ass, squeezing it, making MiA let out a groan.
The two men rolled again so Subaru was on top this time, and he moved down, wrapping his mouth around MiA’s nipple like MiA had done to him and sucking hard. “Ohh, yes,” the model gasped, tangling his fingers in his lover’s hair again, pulling him closer.
Subaru began to lick a long trail down MiA’s chest, down to his stomach, pausing at the ring that was in his navel – a ring Subaru himself had put there during the process of turning MiA into a model. His teeth closed on it, tugging on it lightly, and MiA cried out again, arching up toward him.
The tongue moved lower, and lower, and suddenly MiA felt it brushing his erection, running around the tip, then sliding downward, a long, rapid sweep of hot wetness. MiA was writhing on the sheets now, one hand clutching the bedding, the other grabbing for Subaru, tangling in that hair, lightly tugging it.
Subaru’s response was to move down on MiA, sucking hard, seeming to relish the feel of him, the sensation of it running in and out of his lips. MiA raised his head so he could watch him at work, see that head bobbing up and down over him.
The genie raised his head and said, breathlessly, “MiA, I want to feel you in me . . .”
“Oh, yes, baby.” His words made MiA feel twice as hard. He thought his whole body was burning up. “Tell me how . . .”
“I want to sit on you,” he said. “I want to ride you.”
“Yes,” MiA murmured. “Let me find the lube.”
Subaru smiled slyly and snapped his fingers – and the lube was right there, hovering in the air over MiA. MiA snatched it and poured it onto his hand. “I thought your powers were limited now?”
“I told you I needed to test my limits. And I’ll say that was a good test.”
And he got on his hands and knees, that beautiful ass pointed toward MiA, wriggling it a little in invitation. MiA brought a slicked finger to his lover’s entrance, pushing it in.
“Oh, wow,” he moaned. “You’re so tight . . .” The finger slid in and out as MiA’s eyes remained fixated on that beautiful bottom in front of him, so wonderfully curved and firm.
What a shame it had been to keep all this beauty bottled up. Literally.
Subaru was moaning by the time he worked a second finger in, moving against MiA’s hand, and MiA thrust back, pushing the fingers deeper, opening him up. He watched the other man’s body tremble as he added the third, with low, delicious sounds filling the air.
“I’m ready . . . let me ride you, MiA, please . . .”
MiA slid his fingers out, wiping them off, and lay on his back. Subaru straddled him, moving his hips until he was in the right position, and then paused, reaching out and grasping Subaru’s hand, the two of them grasping firmly.
“I love you,” Subaru said. “I’ve waited so long to say that.”
“I love you, too,” MiA replied. He knew that truer words were never spoken.
Subaru began to move downward, and MiA nearly cried out at the wave of sensation. He was so very tight, and so hot, and incredibly delicious. He had to resist the urge to thrust his hips upward.
His eyes drank in the beautiful sight of the genie sliding down on him, his skin flushed, his nipples rock-hard, his face bearing a look of perfect erotic concentration – and, of course, that wonderful cock standing at attention.
Subaru paused, breathing heavily, his body adjusting to a sensation he hadn’t felt in far too long . . . and then, he began a slow thrust, MiA’s eyes running over his body again, drinking in every bit of his beauty.
This man was his now. Rather, they belonged to each other. The thought only enhanced the pleasure.
Subaru began to move faster, that silken shaft caressing MiA’s cock, seeming to squeeze him. The model pushed his hips upward, wanting to be deeper inside him, to fuck him hard, to make him feel every sensation that a man could feel.
They moved faster, Subaru’s hips pumping now, MiA reaching up to caress his nipples, brushing his fingers over them, then squeezing them lightly, drawing louder moans from his lover.
His hand slid down over the flat belly, feeling hot skin, damp with sweat, just wanting to make him move down even lower. And then he was grasping that cock, running his fingers all over it, exploring, caressing, rubbing . . . his palm moved slowly up the shaft, rubbing it in a slow spiral.
Subaru was moaning loudly, his head tipped back, tongue flicking at his lips, one hand covering MiA’s, guiding him, showing him how he wanted to be held and caressed. MiA ran a thumb over the tip, feeling drops of precome, smearing them around the sensitive flesh . . .
That made Subaru cry out, stiffen, then shudder, and suddenly there was hot wetness pouring and pouring over both their hands. The sheath around MiA tightened and throbbed, and suddenly MiA felt an explosion of ecstasy within him that was so intense that he thought he was going to faint. He raised his hips off the bed, thrusting up into Subaru as he released himself.
Subaru collapsed atop MiA, and the two men kissed, sweet, hot and tender. They snuggled together, clasping hands, not caring if they were still covered with come.
They just lay there for what seemed like eternity, holding onto each other as if afraid that this moment would prove to be a dream. But it was very, very real.
Subaru finally brushed MiA’s hair out of his eyes, gently. “That was worth waiting for,” he said, softly.
MiA opened his eyes. “I can’t believe it took me so long to see this,” he said.
“You saw it at the right time.” Subaru snuggled against him again. “I could only be freed with the third wish – and you were right that it was only ethical to free me before making your love confession.”
“I didn’t want to do anything that would be unfair to you in any way, Subaru. You mean too much to me.”
Subaru sighed deeply. “I just can’t believe this is real. That I’m free . . . finally . . .”
MiA wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. “Subaru . . . do you need to go home again? I mean, is there anyone back in the Djinn homeworld you want or need to see again?”
Subaru shook his head. “I don’t want to go back there,” he said. “I might go back on a brief visit to see my parents and brother, but I’d never fit back into their society. Once you’ve been a bottle slave, you’re stigmatized. Everyone thinks you did something terribly wrong – even if you were railroaded or framed, like me. I’m sure the vizier told everyone I was a traitor.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Subaru.” MiA nuzzled his lover’s hair.
“Don’t be. It ultimately brought me to you. Besides, I really do like the human world. I’d have chosen to stay here even if you hadn’t told me you love me.” He raised his head and smiled at MiA. “So . . . I get to stay here, and you still have the fabulous career, and we get to live in this apartment. Plus, we have each other. I’d say that sounds like a happily ever after for both of us.”
They both knew that a happy ending wouldn’t be instant, of course, and wasn’t guaranteed. They’d have to work at their relationship like any other couple. They’d have their ups and downs – especially as Subaru got adjusted to a permanent life away from the bottle.
But they were off to a great start, and they were both more than willing to make it work.
MiA pulled Subaru close again. “You’ll be the first Djinn to live happily ever after with his former master,” he said.
“Actually? There’s a legend about a female bottle slave who was freed by and married an American astronaut about 50 years ago. I don’t know how true it is, though.”
They stayed snuggled together in the middle of MiA’s bed . . . no, it was their bed now, they would share it. Just like they’d share all of life.
The two of them would make their own magic together – and that had nothing to do with bottles or wishes.
* * *
EPILOGUE
On a sunwashed stretch of beach, a photographer’s assistant was setting up the props for a shoot. He stepped back to survey his handiwork, and then nodded.
“You’d better make sure everything is like the boss wants it,” said Akito, the stylist. “This isn’t just any shoot, you know. This is for a cover. MiA’s going to get his pretty mug on newsstands at last.”
“MiA?” the assistant said. “Really? He’s in on this shoot?”
“Oh, hell yes,” Akito said. “Everyone’s buzzing about it. Fresh from him winning that Newcomer of the Year award, too.”
“Oh, my God!” The assistant rushed back to the set, straightening the props again, making sure everything was perfect.
Akito shook his head. Why were so many of these kids starstruck nowadays? What they needed was someone with a good head on his shoulders – like that Azu Shouya who used to work on these shoots.
He wondered what had happened to that kid. He’d vanished without a trace about a year ago. Rumor had it he’d gotten out of fashion altogether and started a new career.
His loss, Akito thought. The industry had gotten a lot more exciting since MiA appeared on the scene. Huh, come to think of it, the kid vanished just as MiA appeared. Rotten timing.
Meanwhile, across the beach, MiA sat in a director’s chair, keeping still while another stylist finished applying his makeup – and listening while his personal assistant read from an iPad.
“Tomorrow, you have a meeting with the Gucci people about the next Guilty campaign. Then Ruki wants to talk to you about Tokyo Fashion Week, but he said you can do that whenever you want to, he’s pretty much free tomorrow. Then Friday, you’re being interviewed on the Yoshiki Show – they want you at the studio at 7 a.m.”
“There,” the stylist said. “All done. And it sounds like you have a busy week.”
“I always do,” MiA said. “That’s what I wanted out of life, after all.”
“Okay, I have to tend to the other guys on the shoot.” The stylist closed her case. “You just make sure no sand blows into my handiwork, okay?”
“I have my assistant here to block my face,” MiA said. “Thanks, Kumiko.”
When the stylist left, his assistant continued. “You finally have a free day Saturday,” he said. “Should I tell anyone who wants to see you that day to get lost?”
“You bet,” MiA said, reaching for the other man’s hand. “I want to spend quality time with you. Have I mentioned you’ve become a great assistant?”
“There’s not much to it,” Subaru replied with a big smile. “I just have to take your messages, schedule your appointments and keep the gossip rags away from you.”
“And you’re damn good at it,” MiA said, giving him a quick hug. “Hey – do you know what this place is?”
Subaru looked around. “It looks kind of familiar.”
“It’s where we first met. I found your bottle right over there.” He nodded in the direction of the water’s edge.
“Really?” Subaru glanced over. “Well, then this is our beach now. Yours and mine. We’ll have to put a sign somewhere saying that this is . . .”
“MiA?” said a voice behind them.
MiA turned around – and saw a very familiar face, one he hadn’t seen in a few months. Not, in fact, since their breakup.
“Yo-ka?” he said. “Oh, my God – it’s been . . .”
“Too long, I know.” He smiled. “As it so happens, we’re on the same shoot today.”
“Terrific! Oh, Yo-ka, this is my assistant, Subaru.”
“Hello,” Subaru said, bowing with a big smile and a bow – though in the back of his mind he remembered all too well that this man was once his rival.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” Yo-ka said. After a pause, he added, “I promise I won’t try anything funny.”
“Yes,” MiA said. “Subaru, I’ll be right back.”
The two of them walked a short distance away from the rest of the crew. “How have you been?” Yo-ka said. “I’ve heard that you and your assistant are . . . a thing.”
“More than a thing,” MiA said. “He’s made me happy – happier than I ever thought I could be. He’s living with me in my apartment.”
“Do you still have that pool?”
“Of course. That’s not going anywhere.” He paused. “What about you? Are you happy?”
“Ecstatic. Getting back together with Yuuki was the best thing I ever did. It’s like we needed the separation, and having been stupid for awhile, to fully realize how much we mean to each other.”
“I’m glad,” MiA said. “You deserve happiness, Yo-ka.”
“That doesn’t mean I regret our affair,” Yo-ka said. “I don’t. Not a minute of it. I’m glad it happened. In a way, it’s because I was with you – because I really learned to feel again – that I was able to get back together with him.”
“I don’t regret it, either,” MiA said. “Knowing you . . it’s why I’m successful. It’s, well . . .” He smiled. “Let’s put it this way – I wouldn’t be about to shoot a magazine cover if I hadn’t known you.”
“We need to get together sometime,” Yo-ka said. “The four of us. I’d like to get to know your Subaru – and I know you’d like Yuuki.”
“I’d like that,” MiA said. He wondered what it would be like, being “just friends” with Yo-ka after their passionate fling, those months when he was convinced that the other model was the love of his life.
He figured it might be easier than he thought. After all, he knew who the real love of his life was.
The photographer was approaching the two of them. “There you are,” he said. “We’re going to have to start shooting now. There’s dark clouds starting to roll in – they’re now saying it might rain in a couple of hours.”
“Coming,” MiA said. “We’ll be right there.”
But as it so happened, in the middle of the shoot, the clouds suddenly started to dissipate. “Well, I’ll be,” the photographer said. “How the hell did that happen? It started to clear up so fast, it’s like magic.”
MiA knew very well what happened. He glanced over to see his assistant with a big smile on his face – and he’d heard the faint sound of snapping fingers right before the clouds departed.
He might not have been granting wishes anymore, but that didn’t mean Subaru wasn’t always there to help him.
* * *
They went back to their apartment after the shoot. It was Subaru’s turn to get dinner – meaning he usually snapped his fingers and made food appear – and MiA’s turn to clean up.
He had just finished loading the dishwasher when he got a sense of something strange behind him. He turned – and saw a candle hovering in the air, brightly lit. In most households, this would be cause for alarm, fear, doubting your own eyes. In his? It was just another day.
“Well, hello,” he said to the candle. “And what are you doing here?”
The candle started to move, slowly floating out of the kitchen, as if it were inviting MiA to follow it. And follow it he did, down the hall, through the living room, up the stairs to the bedroom.
When he got there, the room was ablaze with more candles. They were on the nighttable and dresser. Some more flickered through the open bathroom door. And they were all casting their light on the naked body of Subaru, lying across the bed.
“I was waiting for you to get here,” Subaru said, sweetly – but with a hint of naughtiness in his voice.
“I’m glad I did,” MiA said. He reached for the hem of his shirt – but then, Subaru snapped his fingers, and instantly, his clothes were draped over the back of a chair. “Oh – well, that makes things easier.”
“Always worth using my powers for.” Subaru held his arms out to MiA.
MiA lay on the bed next to him, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms, their mouths coming together hard, lips opening quickly. Subaru pushed his tongue into MiA’s mouth, starting to rub gently, exploring, finding terrain that was familiar by now – but no less wondrous.
Their hands ran over each other’s bodies, caressing shoulders, arms and backs as Subaru began to kiss his way down MiA’s neck, nibbling and licking, brushing his tongue back and forth.
MiA arched his head back, fingers tangling in the other man’s hair, murmuring, “Yes, baby, you’re so good at this . . .” He moaned again as Subaru moved down further, toward his nipple, which he circled, tongue tracing wet lines on sensitive skin, before flicking back and forth over the bud.
He raised his head and murmured, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” MiA said, reaching up to stroke his hair.
Subaru nodded. “You’ll see,” he said. “But . . . you have to earn it first.”
“I’d better get started, shouldn’t I?” MiA let his hand slide down Subaru’s stomach, squeezing the taut flesh, teasing his navel. He felt Subaru push his hips forward in anticipation as he moved lower, and lower still.
He felt the usual thrill as his fingers closed around that lovely hardness. He could touch Subaru a billion times, and he was still like some sort of miracle. His hand slid upward, feeling the texture of him, the ridges and veins, the heat and the hardness.
And then Subaru was returning the favor, his fingers running along MiA’s erection, tracing patterns, caressing the most sensitive spots, paying special attention to the junction between the tip and shaft.
MiA moaned loudly, starting to move his hips, responding by rubbing Subaru twice as fast, twisting his hand a little as it moved along the shaft, watching his lover’s face, the way his eyes fluttered closed, his lips parted, his cheeks took on a lovely flush.
He felt his lover’s fingers on the tip of his hardness, running back and forth, teasing the slit on top, then pulling away, then teasing again – before moving his hand away. “We’re both going to come if we keep this up,” he said.
“Is that a bad thing?” MiA eased his hand away as well.
“It is when I’ve got enough magic left today to use in bed.” Subaru rolled away from him, got up on all fours and gave MiA a sultry look over his shoulder, looking for all the world like a dirty angel, a deeply arousing contrast of innocence and lust.
MiA mentally counted – Subaru had transported them to the shoot and back, altered the weather, made dinner, enchanted the candle and got him naked. Five spells. He had three more left for the day – a figure arrived at by trial and error during his first couple of months of freedom.
“Is that what my surprise is about?” MiA said.
“You’ll see.” Subaru raised his hand to snap. MiA knew what that meant by experience – he was prepping himself, making himself loosened and lubed with magic, so they could skip straight to the best part . . .
Except MiA felt a strange warmth in his own ass. He felt compelled to lean over until his hands were on the bed, and a soft pleasure filled him, making him moan a little. When it faded, he could feel something wet back there, as if . . .
“Subaru – what is this? It feels like . . .”
Subaru looked back at him again, sweetly naughty. “Take me,” he said. “You’ll find out.”
MiA wasn’t going to argue with an invitation like that. He grasped his lover’s hips, pushing into him slowly, moaning as that tight heat encircled him, pulling him in like it always did, making him a part of the other man . . .
And then, Subaru raised his hand and snapped again. MiA felt something at his own entrance, starting to gently push into him as he pushed into Subaru. Oh, my GOD. He was being penetrated as he penetrated his love.
He glanced back over his shoulder to see a hot pink sex toy hovering at his ass – one they’d bought together at an adult shop not too long ago. And it was pushing its way into him, just as he pushed into Subaru.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmured – but in a good way. “I can’t believe . . .”
The advantages of having a genie as the love of your life. He would have loved Subaru with all his heart if he’d been a normal human, of course – but at times like these, he was very glad that he’d been a boy in a bottle.
MiA leaned over, buried within his love, kissing his neck – and the toy paused within him as well, letting him get used to being filled. It was like nothing MiA had ever experienced – nothing he dared even fantasize about. Tightness and hardness at the same time, being at once the top and the bottom, the giver and the receiver . . .
He started to pull his hips back, and the toy pulled back at the same time, sliding out of him as he slid out of Subaru. It thrust forward when he did, filling his sheath as he filled his love’s.
“Yes,” he moaned as he started to speed up. “Yes, oh, my God, oh, Subaru . . .” The toy moved to his rhythm, fucking him slowly at first, stimulating bundles of nerves deep within him, just as the tightness of his lover encased him, caressing him in just the right way.
It was sensory overload. MiA closed his eyes, utterly lost in sensation as he sped up, and the toy sped up along with him, penetrating him, filling him, sliding through his channel as he slid through Subaru’s.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, feeling the toy plunge into him deeper, setting off shivers of pure lust through his body, and he thrust deeper into Subaru in turn, hearing his lover’s answering moan, the thrust of the genie’s hips back toward him.
MiA began to move faster, harder, in an erotic frenzy now, fucking himself on the toy, then fucking Subaru, being filled, then filling. His body was a channel of sensation, hot pulses coming from his ass as the thing moved in him, fiery tingles from his cock as it plunged into tight heat, over and over.
He was utterly losing himself in the moment, his hips pumping hard, his body pouring with sweat, somehow having the presence of mind to wrap a hand around Subaru’s body, grabbing his erection and stroking it, wanting his lover to feel at least some of what he was.
Subaru moaned in response, his own hips thrusting back harder as he moaned, “MiA, yes, MiA, go on, make yourself come . . .”
MiA didn’t want to, he wanted the moment to go on forever, wanted to go on feeling the deep thrusts within as he thrust deep into his lover, but at the same time, it was too much, he was burning, aching, his body was trembling, he needed release so badly . . .
The toy thrust deep and hard, hitting a very sweet spot in him, and MiA threw his head back, screaming as an intense ecstasy flooded him, his vision turning to white as he plunged deep into Subaru’s body, pumping him full of seed – and he heard Subaru’s answering cry as his lover found his own release, hot wetness dripping over MiA’s hand.
The toy gently slid out and plunked down to the mattress, the enchantment concluded. MiA collapsed to the bed as well, landing next to Subaru, just lying on his stomach, feeling like he’d never be able to move again. He was utterly, completely satisfied in mind, body and soul.
Subaru leaned over and kissed him. “Are you alive?” he whispered, teasingly.
MiA just let out a little grunt, lying absolutely still. Alive? Yes. Right now, he couldn’t confirm the presence of any bones, though. Or the ability to move at all. The correct answer to that question was, “Yes, but I may be an amoeba.”
“I wanted to give you that,” Subaru said, gently, resting his head against his lover’s. “I wanted you to feel pleasure that intense – because I love you so much.” He stroked MiA’s hair. “I could tell you I love you a hundred times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
MiA just basked in the afterglow – and the words his lover just spoke. There was no doubt of Subaru’s sincerity. MiA knew Subaru was the one person who would have loved him even if he’d still been frumpy old Shouya.
But he was glad for every step of the journey they’d been on together, from his transformation into MiA onward. He wouldn’t trade a moment of it for the world.
“I’ll be right back,” Subaru said, and rushed for the bathroom, coming back with wet cloths. He cleaned both of them up, after which MiA slowly raised his head. “Oh, good, you are alive!”
“I’m not going to miss one moment with you,” MiA said, leaning over to kiss his lover.
Subaru put the cloths down and wrapped his arms around MiA. “We’re just a couple of saps, aren’t we? I’ll bet we’d make people around us ill if they could see how lovey-dovey we get sometimes.”
“I can’t help the way I feel,” MiA said. “And they wish they had someone like you.” Not just the genie part – but who Subaru was inside, in his heart.
Subaru lay down next to MiA, pulling covers over both of them and yawning. “How weird was it that we were back on the same beach where we met today?” he said.
“I think it was appropriate,” MiA said. “And from now on, we’re going to go back there every year, on our anniversary.”
“I like that idea,” Subaru yawned again. Since he’d been living in the human world, he’d found he had more need for things like food and sleep. A small price to pay for the life he’d found.
MiA was falling asleep, thinking again about being on that beach again today – standing in the same spot where, one year ago, he’d been a dowdy photographer’s assistant barely scraping by and living in a crappy apartment. Now, he was a supermodel living in a near-palace, with an ever-growing bank account.
But it would all mean nothing without the person lying in his arms. Because Subaru was the real fulfillment of all his long-ago dreams.
He was all he’d ever wished for.
Chapter: 3 of 3 - Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Urban fantasy AU, romance, smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, sex toys, magically enhanced sex
Pairing: Yo-ka (DIAURA) x MiA (Mejibray), MiA x Subaru (Royz), some Yo-ka x Yuuki (Lycaon)
Disclaimer: Mejibray belongs to White Side Group, DIAURA belongs to Ains, Royz belongs to B.P. Records, Lycaon belongs to Vogue Entertainment, I own the story only. This fic is partially based on elements from Walt Disney Pictures’ film Aladdin, which is property of Disney, and the TV series I Dream of Jeannie, which is property of the estate of Sidney Sheldon and Screen Gems/Columbia Pictures.
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a lowly photographer’s assistant that pined after Yo-ka, a gorgeous model – who, it was said, only dated other models. Then, one day, he happened upon a mysterious bottle on the beach. Enter Subaru, someone who could give him a whole new life – and you ain’t never had a friend like him.
Comments: Yep, that’s a direct I Dream of Jeannie reference Subaru makes toward the end. His bottle and his initial genie costume are based on the ones from that series.
The next few weeks passed in a breathless blur. MiA had one shoot after another – Black Moral again, then Civarize, then Sexpot Revenge. He even had an autograph event where he and a couple of other models signed posters and catalogues in the Black Moral shop at Men’s 109. That was a jarring experience – all these young women lined up because they wanted to see HIM. He found himself posing for innumerable selfies with young ladies who then excitedly texted them to their friends, getting back “OMG I AM SO JEALOUS!” replies.
He continued to divide his time away from his career between Subaru and Yo-ka – which meant a lot of time in his new apartment. He kept making tweaks to it – different cabinets in the kitchen here, new curtains in the den there.
MiA had figured out – correctly so – that the second wish wouldn’t be considered completely fulfilled until the apartment was completely done – that was, until he was completely happy with it. So, the longer he too, to complete it, the longer his time with Subaru – right?
Wrong. One night, as he was trying to decide what color the fixtures in the guest bathroom should be, Subaru said, “You know that the final fulfillment of a wish has a time limit – right?”
MiA whirled toward him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that all adjustments to the wish have to be made 30 days after you make it. So after a month? The apartment becomes locked in, and the wish is considered fulfilled.”
MiA looked crestfallen. “Oh . . . I see.”
Subaru reached out and squeezed his hand. “I know. I don’t like it, either.”
“Subaru, what will I do without you? You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I mean it.”
“Don’t be silly. You have a fabulous career. You have Yo-ka. You have this place. You have everything you ever wanted – right?”
“That’s all thanks to you,” said MiA.
“I told you – all I did was make you pretty and give you a boost into the industry. All your success, and your relationship with Yo-ka? That’s all you. That came from inside you. You just needed to believe in your own magic.”
“You helped me believe in it.”
“Fair enough.” Subaru let go of his hand. “Hey – do you think there’s still an ice cream place open this time of night?”
“There should be,” MiA said. “In Shibuya, down the street from Men’s 109 . . .”
“We’re there,” Subaru said, raising his hand and preparing to snap.
“Do you know how hard it’s going to be to go back to taking the train after this?” MiA said, softly.
“You’re a supermodel now,” said Subaru. “Supermodels don’t take trains.” He snapped his fingers, and they were in an alleyway between buildings in the heart of Shibuya. They stepped out, surrounded by crowds, neon, huge screens glowing with advertising . . .
MiA suddenly grabbed Subaru’s arm. “Oh, my GOD!” he said.
Subaru looked baffled. “What?”
“There! Look over there! That’s the cologne ad I did!”
Sure enough, they were looking at an ad that covered most of the surface of a building that featured MiA, in a princely white outfit with gold trim, lounging on a very expensive couch. Next to the image of him was a Gucci logo on a black glass bottle, and below him, the words, “Gucci Guilty, Por Homme.”
“Wow,” Subaru said. “Just WOW. How does it feel to have your face the size of a skyscraper?”
MiA just stared at it. He remembered someone saying, way back in his photographer’s assistant days, that you’d know you made it when you saw your face on a billboard. Well, he’d made it – hadn’t he?
He had everything he wished for, all right – and then some.
* * *
A few days later, though, he was sitting quietly in his kitchen, leaning on the counter, his chin resting on his hand. He gazed out the window, looking at the lights on the street below, the flickering of neon.
Why, he thought, do I feel vaguely uneasy and unsatisfied?
Like Subaru said, he had a fabulous life, everything he wished for. He’d gotten the guy he wanted. He’d left being a lowly photographer’s assistant in the dust – and he’d made enough contacts that he’d never have to go all the way back there again, even if the fashion industry decided they didn't want his face attached to their products anymore.
Heck, even his mother was proud of him now. Subaru had told him that the initial wish included a magic that assured that his immediate family would recognize his model face, even if nobody else he used to know did. He got calls from his mom all the time, telling him she was bragging to her friends about her son the famous model. (His mother was also the only person in the world who still called him Shouya).
But there was just this feeling of something . . . missing.
He figured part of his unease was fear of eventually losing Subaru. But that wasn’t all of it – not by a long shot. It was just something he couldn’t put his finger on . . .
Well, there wasn’t anyone he could talk to about his feelings, was there? Nobody else had a life experience exactly like his. There weren’t exactly clubs for genie masters popping up all over Tokyo.
He hopped off the stool he was sitting on and headed upstairs. He was going to take a shower and go to bed – he had an early shoot in the morning. Maybe, once he was busy, this feeling would go away. Maybe.
* * *
Yo-ka was also looking at an early call the next morning, and was already in bed when his phone rang. He reached out with one hand from under the covers, fumbling, wondering if it was MiA looking for a late-night booty call.
But when he saw the caller ID, his heart nearly stopped. He hadn’t seen that in months. He sat bolt upright and pushed the answer button. “Yuuki?”
“So you do remember me,” said the all-too-familiar voice. “That’s a step in the right direction.”
“Yuuki, how are . . . I mean, are things all right in Milan? I mean . . .”
“Look, I know I haven’t been in touch in a long time,” Yuuki said. “I needed time to think. About us. About everything. We left things on a bad note.”
“That’s an understatement,” Yo-ka said. “The neighbors are probably still talking about the yelling that night.”
“So I figured we were through,” Yuuki said. “I tried to get my life together, date other guys. And you know what I found out? I found out the more I tried to do that, the more I fucking missed you in my heart of hearts.”
Yo-ka suddenly felt his heart leap. Was he hearing what he thought he was hearing – that Yuuki had missed him as much as he’d missed Yuuki? “I fucking missed you, too,” he said. “You don’t know how much.”
“And I decided I’m not renewing the contract,” Yuuki said. “Fuck Milan. There’s too much of a language barrier here, anyway. I had to learn English just to get anything translated from the Italian.”
“I’ll bet the food’s good, though,” Yo-ka said. (This was a dream, right? This wasn’t happening. He’d wake up and find out he’d just fallen asleep with the damn phone in his bed).
“Oh, its good,” Yuuki said. “I miss ramen, though. Almost as much as I miss you. Look, Yo-ka – I’m coming home on Thursday.”
Yo-ka nearly fell out of the bed. Thursday – that was just three days from now. “You’re – you’re serious?”
“As a heart attack. And the first thing I want to do is start over again with you. This separation made me realize . . . I took you for granted. I didn’t appreciate you enough. I’m willing to appreciate you now.”
“Yuuki . . .” Oh, God, it was happening. Yuuki was coming back. Yuuki was getting back together with him. They had another shot at happiness.
“So, listen . . . I’m sending you my flight information. I managed to get a flight into Haneda, thank God, I couldn’t deal with Narita. Will you meet me at the airport?”
“I will,” Yo-ka said. “Oh, God, yes, I will!”
“Good. I’ll see you then . . . and Yo-ka? I never stopped loving you.”
“I never stopped loving you, either,” Yo-ka said. “Good night.”
When he hung up, he literally leapt from his bed and danced around the room. Yuuki was coming back! Everything he’d ever wanted was coming true. He had another shot with the love of his life! He . . .
And then, he saw the Gucci Guilty ad sitting on his desk, the beautiful blond looking out at him.
MiA. Oh, God, MiA. His comfort during these long months, the guy who’d kept him going . . .
Suddenly, his happiness had a very bittersweet side. Because in order to get back together with the one that he loved, he was going to have to break the heart of the sweetest creature in the world.
* * *
MiA was very glad that Yo-ka had asked to meet him in this particular bar when they were both done shooting. It had sentimental value, after all – it was the bar where they’d gone for their first date.
He sat opposite his lover, a beer in front of him and a smile on his face “The shoot went so well today,” he said. “I wish you could have seen it. You would have been so pleased . . . well, you’re going to see the pictures when they come out.”
“That’s good.” Yo-ka was just staring into his beer, not meeting his lover’s eyes. How could he?
“And the said that they’re going to ask me back next time they . . .” MiA suddenly noticed his companion’s expression. “Yo-ka? Is anything wrong?”
Yo-ka finally lifted his eyes to meet his – and the expression MiA saw there was enough to make his heart dive down to his stomach. It was the face of someone who was about to deliver very, very bad news.
“Yo-ka?” MiA said again, quietly.
The other model took a deep breath. “I meant it when I told you that you gave me back my fire, MiA. You’ve made a huge difference in my life – an enormous impact. There’s only one person I’ve ever known who affected me more, in fact.”
Now MiA was really starting to feel worried. It sounded like Yo-ka was avoiding telling him something. “Thank you. You’ve had a huge impact on my life, too. More than you’ll ever know.”
“And that’s why it’s so hard to . . .” Yo-ka looked away. “You remember I told you that there was someone before you? Someone who meant a lot to me, and then went away?”
MiA nodded, feeling his blood start to turn to ice.
“He . . . he called me last night. He’s coming back to Japan. He wants to give our relationship another try.”
“And what did you tell him?” Oh, God. He was dreading the answer.
“I told him yes. He’ll be here on Thursday.”
MiA’s head dropped. He could feel the world spinning crazily around him, the way it did when Subaru transported them. Only he wasn’t going anywhere – in more ways than one. “I . . . I see.”
“MiA . . .” Yo-ka reached out and covered MiA’s hands with his own. “It’s not that I don’t care for you. You’re extraordinary. You’re beautiful and smart and sexy. You’re great to just hang around with. You’re a terrific model and a fabulous lover. If he hadn’t come back . . .” He broke it off and looked away again.
“But you still love him,” MiA said.
“With everything I have. I didn’t realize how much until I heard his voice last night. And this time, I’m not going to let him go. If there’s such a thing as a true love, then he is mine.”
MiA swallowed hard and nodded. It was all he could do.
“There’s a true love out there for you, too, MiA,” Yo-ka said. “Someone as wonderful as you has got to have a soul mate waiting for him. Hell, he may be part of your life already, and you don’t even know it.”
A confusing jumble of feelings was churning around inside MiA. Disbelief, shock, horror, sadness . . . The thing he’d most wanted, the thing he’d really wished for when he said he wanted to be a model, was being ripped away from him.
But what was confusing him the most was what he wasn’t feeling. He was sad, yes, and disappointed . . . but he wasn’t crushed. It wasn’t the end of the world. He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut, yes – but not like his heart had been ripped out.
And the lack of those feelings was disturbing him more than anything else.
“I have to go,” he said, suddenly getting up from the table and rushing for the door. And he didn’t stop moving until he was outside, and halfway down the street.
He leaned against a building, breathing heavily, shaking all over. A young male-female couple walked past him from one direction, a woman walking a dog from the other, both oblivious to his turmoil.
He should be in frantic tears right now. He wasn’t. There was something keeping him from doing that. Something underlying, something he couldn’t quite focus on – which just made his turmoil worse.
MiA replayed the conversation that had just taken place in his mind. He could see the pain in Yo-ka’s face, hear the hurt in his words . . .
He cared for MiA, yes. He cared for the other man who was arriving Thursday more.
And then, that final phrase again, telling him he had a soul mate waiting for him, that the person might be part of his life and he didn’t even know it . . .
He suddenly gripped the wall. The pieces started to come together in his head – and suddenly, he was seeing what should have been screamingly obvious all along.
MiA suddenly turned and frantically dashed off in the direction of home. He knew what he had to do, what he had to say. He knew what his third wish was – and it was going to be the biggest gamble of his life.
If this worked, if it paid off, he’d be the happiest man in the world. If it didn’t? He’d be living a glittery shell of a life, a top model with a beautiful apartment – but no lover, and no close companion. Everything he’d wished for – and absolutely nothing.
* * *
Subaru was in the living room, flipping through a men’s fashion magazine, looking to see if MiA had any pictures in this one.
He wasn’t expecting his master home anytime soon. He figured he’d be going out with Yo-ka after working – which meant if he did come home, it wouldn’t be alone. The genie had gotten quite good at zapping himself back into his room as soon as he heard noises in the hallway.
It’s good that he’s bonding with Yo-ka, he thought. He’ll still be with him long after I’m gone. I’m only here for one more wish.
He’d seen the second candle go out, indicating the end of the second wish. His days were numbered now. All it would take would be MiA being careless in a tired or overly emotional moment, saying a phrase that started with “I wish . . .”
And in a flash, Subaru would be back in the bottle as soon as the wish was granted. The third wish was always instant – no letting the genie hang around to tweak the details. It was spoken, it was granted, and he was a prisoner again.
There probably wouldn’t even be time to say goodbye.
He wasn’t going to think about it. He was going to cherish every moment of his freedom, every moment he could spend with his . . .
And then, MiA’s voice called from outside the door, “Subaru, I’m alone.”
The knob turned. The model walked in, quickly rid himself of his shoes, and ran over to him, flinging himself to his knees in front of the couch where Subaru sat.
“Subaru,” he said. “I have something very important to say. But after I say it, you have to promise you’re not going to go anywhere. You’re going to stay right here, and hear me out fully.”
Subaru looked baffled. “Where would I go?” he said. “You’re here and alone. When you are, I have to stay next to you.”
MiA took a deep breath and steeled himself. Okay, he thought, here it goes.
“I wish . . .” he said.
There was a look of genuine fear in Subaru’s eyes. Oh, no. Not now. The moment he’d been dreading was here. He saw the bottle suddenly appear in front of him, hovering in the air . . . ready to take him prisoner again.
“Genie . . . Subaru . . . I wish for you to be free. I wish that you be free of the bottle, and never be a slave again!”
The lights in the apartment flickered. There was a sound like a crash of thunder. The thick bracelets on Subaru’s wrists shattered, the shards of gold tumbling downward, then dissolving into nothingness. The bottle disappeared with a loud pop.
Subaru slowly rose to his feet, blinking. He literally felt like chains had been removed from his body, his soul. He was lighter . . . like a breeze could blow him away. He drew a deep breath, and felt the air rush through his whole body like it hadn’t in years. . . . decades . . . maybe even centuries.
“Oh . . .” He suddenly spoke a babble of excited words in his native language, bouncing up and down in place. “I’m free!” He threw his arms around MiA. “I’m free! Oh, MiA, you did it! You really did it! Only the third wish could free a genie!”
MiA hugged him back. “I’m glad . . I’m so glad . . . but Subaru . . . I still need to talk to you.”
“All right.” Subaru said down on the couch again – and laughed a little, wriggling around. “Tell me!”
Now came the real gamble. MiA steeled himself, and reached out to take Subaru’s hand in his. “I wanted you to be free before I said this. I wanted you to be able to make your own decisions, act on your own accord. I didn’t want you to be bound to me with any master-slave ties.”
“What is it?” Now Subaru was looking confused.
“Yo-ka broke up with me,” MiA said. “He . . . he’s going back to his old boyfriend. He’s still in love with him.”
“Oh, MiA,” Subaru squeezed the other man’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“But when he told me, it made me realize something.” MiA paused. “All this time, I thought I was in love with him. I asked you to make me a model so I could get his attention. I worked hard to be a success so I could keep that attention. Well, also because I found out I genuinely loved being a model – but he was still a factor. And yet . . .”
He took both of Subaru’s hands in his. “I was blinded by my infatuation. I couldn’t see what was really important to me. Subaru . . . it was you I loved all along. When I thought about losing you – about you going back in the bottle – it made my heart ache like nothing else. And when Yo-ka broke up with me, I could finally see that the pain of losing him . . . was nothing compared to the idea of losing you.”
Subaru looked utterly shocked – like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “MiA . . .”
“I know you’re free now,” MiA said. “I know you can go wherever you want, do whatever you please. You can explore the world, you can go back to the land of the Djinn, you can do anything. But . . .”
He looked Subaru in the eyes. “I offer you my heart and my home. I would like nothing more in the world for you to stay with me, and for us to see where it goes. I want a chance at a lasting love with you. And if it’s not something you want – that’s okay. You’re free. I can take comfort in knowing I gave you that freedom.” He paused. “And . .. that’s all I have to say.”
There was a long moment of silence, which was the longest in MiA’s entire life.
And then, Subaru threw his arms around him. “You don’t know how much, how long, I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
MiA blinked. “Really?”
“I’ve loved you from the start,” said Subaru. “I knew you were different from any other master as soon as we met. You were kinder, more considerate – you treated me like a person. And the more I got to know you, the more I realized . . .” He leaned his forehead against MiA’s. “That you were someone I could live with, as a lover – if only you’d see me that way. But I was a genie, and you were my master, so . . .”
“Are you still a genie?” MiA said. “Have you lost your powers?”
Subaru shook his head. “They’re diminished, though. A Djinn living in the human world who’s not a bottle slave can’t grant wishes anymore, and we can only do magic a certain number of times a day – I’m going to have to test my limits to find out what they are.” He smiled. “But I’ll always save them up to transport us. You’ll still never have to take the train again.”
“That was the very first magic you ever did for me, remember? Bringing me back here so I wouldn’t have to take the train?”
“I remember,” said Subaru. “I’ll never forget.”
He leaned over, bringing his face close to MiAs, tentatively inching their lips closer together . . . and MiA closed the gap, lifting his head until he was kissing Subaru, soft and gentle and sweet, the genie’s lips feeling even better than he thought they would.
Their first kiss – and it seemed to both of them that they’d been waiting for it forever.
Subaru pulled back gently from MiA with a wicked smile. “I can tell you one thing I can still use my powers for,” he said.
“And what’s that?” said MiA.
Subaru snapped his fingers – and suddenly, they were lying together on MiA’s bed, both of them completely naked.
MiA blinked in surprise – and then got an eyeful of what was next to him. Subaru was gorgeous – lean and lythe, with a nicely formed torso – and an equally nicely-formed cock. And yes, everything looked like it would on a normal human being.
“And I thought you were so innocent,” MiA said, teasingly. He leaned in toward him.
“Give me a chance to surprise you,” Subaru replied. “Oh – and my body functions just like a human’s, at least for that. You can make love to me like anyone else.”
“I think we’re both going to be very glad of that,” MiA said – right before kissing Subaru hard, pushing his tongue toward his new lover’s.
Subaru suddenly wrapped his arms around MiA, arching against him, his tongue caressing MiA’s rapidly, fluttering against it, making MiA gasp a little – he was a bit taken aback by the ferocity of Subaru’s passion. But given how long it had probably been for him . . .
He matched the fervor, opening his lips wider, plundering Subaru’s mouth with his tongue, reaching up to tangle his fingers in the soft, smooth blond hair. MiA rolled them both over so that he was on top, starting to kiss slowly down Subaru’s neck, thinking that the skin felt so soft and smooth . . .
MiA licked over the pulse line, feeling Subaru’s heart fluttering like a regular human’s would, kissing downward again, moving down over his chest. His hands explored lower, running over a taut stomach, downward to his hips, running his fingers lightly over the juncture with his legs.
His lips brushed a nipple, and he kissed it, tonguing it lightly as his fingers moved to the left, knowing full well what he was seeking . . .
Subaru arched upward, crying out and starting to pant, as MiA’s hand brushed over his cock just as his mouth began to suck. “Oh, yes . . . please, MiA . . .”
MiA was lost in bliss. Subaru felt so good, tasted so good . . . his fingers ran along the shaft, exploring, memorizing the texture, the beautiful shape. Subaru had a cock to be proud of, something that would feel so good in a man’s hands, his mouth . . .
His tongue danced over his nipple before he lowered his head and sucked again, hungrily, the hard nub more delicious than the sweetest wine. He felt the genie shudder beneath him, and it made his own body shudder in response.
MiA had to feel that cock against his. He lay full-length atop him, bringing their hips into alignment, and the two men began to rub together, Subaru closing his eyes and letting out a long moan, raising up off the bed to grind against him.
Their mouths came together again as they moved, hardness sliding against hardness, both of them breathing heavily, losing themselves in each other’s heat. Subaru’s fingers gripped MiA’s back, sliding downward until they were grabbing his ass, squeezing it, making MiA let out a groan.
The two men rolled again so Subaru was on top this time, and he moved down, wrapping his mouth around MiA’s nipple like MiA had done to him and sucking hard. “Ohh, yes,” the model gasped, tangling his fingers in his lover’s hair again, pulling him closer.
Subaru began to lick a long trail down MiA’s chest, down to his stomach, pausing at the ring that was in his navel – a ring Subaru himself had put there during the process of turning MiA into a model. His teeth closed on it, tugging on it lightly, and MiA cried out again, arching up toward him.
The tongue moved lower, and lower, and suddenly MiA felt it brushing his erection, running around the tip, then sliding downward, a long, rapid sweep of hot wetness. MiA was writhing on the sheets now, one hand clutching the bedding, the other grabbing for Subaru, tangling in that hair, lightly tugging it.
Subaru’s response was to move down on MiA, sucking hard, seeming to relish the feel of him, the sensation of it running in and out of his lips. MiA raised his head so he could watch him at work, see that head bobbing up and down over him.
The genie raised his head and said, breathlessly, “MiA, I want to feel you in me . . .”
“Oh, yes, baby.” His words made MiA feel twice as hard. He thought his whole body was burning up. “Tell me how . . .”
“I want to sit on you,” he said. “I want to ride you.”
“Yes,” MiA murmured. “Let me find the lube.”
Subaru smiled slyly and snapped his fingers – and the lube was right there, hovering in the air over MiA. MiA snatched it and poured it onto his hand. “I thought your powers were limited now?”
“I told you I needed to test my limits. And I’ll say that was a good test.”
And he got on his hands and knees, that beautiful ass pointed toward MiA, wriggling it a little in invitation. MiA brought a slicked finger to his lover’s entrance, pushing it in.
“Oh, wow,” he moaned. “You’re so tight . . .” The finger slid in and out as MiA’s eyes remained fixated on that beautiful bottom in front of him, so wonderfully curved and firm.
What a shame it had been to keep all this beauty bottled up. Literally.
Subaru was moaning by the time he worked a second finger in, moving against MiA’s hand, and MiA thrust back, pushing the fingers deeper, opening him up. He watched the other man’s body tremble as he added the third, with low, delicious sounds filling the air.
“I’m ready . . . let me ride you, MiA, please . . .”
MiA slid his fingers out, wiping them off, and lay on his back. Subaru straddled him, moving his hips until he was in the right position, and then paused, reaching out and grasping Subaru’s hand, the two of them grasping firmly.
“I love you,” Subaru said. “I’ve waited so long to say that.”
“I love you, too,” MiA replied. He knew that truer words were never spoken.
Subaru began to move downward, and MiA nearly cried out at the wave of sensation. He was so very tight, and so hot, and incredibly delicious. He had to resist the urge to thrust his hips upward.
His eyes drank in the beautiful sight of the genie sliding down on him, his skin flushed, his nipples rock-hard, his face bearing a look of perfect erotic concentration – and, of course, that wonderful cock standing at attention.
Subaru paused, breathing heavily, his body adjusting to a sensation he hadn’t felt in far too long . . . and then, he began a slow thrust, MiA’s eyes running over his body again, drinking in every bit of his beauty.
This man was his now. Rather, they belonged to each other. The thought only enhanced the pleasure.
Subaru began to move faster, that silken shaft caressing MiA’s cock, seeming to squeeze him. The model pushed his hips upward, wanting to be deeper inside him, to fuck him hard, to make him feel every sensation that a man could feel.
They moved faster, Subaru’s hips pumping now, MiA reaching up to caress his nipples, brushing his fingers over them, then squeezing them lightly, drawing louder moans from his lover.
His hand slid down over the flat belly, feeling hot skin, damp with sweat, just wanting to make him move down even lower. And then he was grasping that cock, running his fingers all over it, exploring, caressing, rubbing . . . his palm moved slowly up the shaft, rubbing it in a slow spiral.
Subaru was moaning loudly, his head tipped back, tongue flicking at his lips, one hand covering MiA’s, guiding him, showing him how he wanted to be held and caressed. MiA ran a thumb over the tip, feeling drops of precome, smearing them around the sensitive flesh . . .
That made Subaru cry out, stiffen, then shudder, and suddenly there was hot wetness pouring and pouring over both their hands. The sheath around MiA tightened and throbbed, and suddenly MiA felt an explosion of ecstasy within him that was so intense that he thought he was going to faint. He raised his hips off the bed, thrusting up into Subaru as he released himself.
Subaru collapsed atop MiA, and the two men kissed, sweet, hot and tender. They snuggled together, clasping hands, not caring if they were still covered with come.
They just lay there for what seemed like eternity, holding onto each other as if afraid that this moment would prove to be a dream. But it was very, very real.
Subaru finally brushed MiA’s hair out of his eyes, gently. “That was worth waiting for,” he said, softly.
MiA opened his eyes. “I can’t believe it took me so long to see this,” he said.
“You saw it at the right time.” Subaru snuggled against him again. “I could only be freed with the third wish – and you were right that it was only ethical to free me before making your love confession.”
“I didn’t want to do anything that would be unfair to you in any way, Subaru. You mean too much to me.”
Subaru sighed deeply. “I just can’t believe this is real. That I’m free . . . finally . . .”
MiA wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. “Subaru . . . do you need to go home again? I mean, is there anyone back in the Djinn homeworld you want or need to see again?”
Subaru shook his head. “I don’t want to go back there,” he said. “I might go back on a brief visit to see my parents and brother, but I’d never fit back into their society. Once you’ve been a bottle slave, you’re stigmatized. Everyone thinks you did something terribly wrong – even if you were railroaded or framed, like me. I’m sure the vizier told everyone I was a traitor.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Subaru.” MiA nuzzled his lover’s hair.
“Don’t be. It ultimately brought me to you. Besides, I really do like the human world. I’d have chosen to stay here even if you hadn’t told me you love me.” He raised his head and smiled at MiA. “So . . . I get to stay here, and you still have the fabulous career, and we get to live in this apartment. Plus, we have each other. I’d say that sounds like a happily ever after for both of us.”
They both knew that a happy ending wouldn’t be instant, of course, and wasn’t guaranteed. They’d have to work at their relationship like any other couple. They’d have their ups and downs – especially as Subaru got adjusted to a permanent life away from the bottle.
But they were off to a great start, and they were both more than willing to make it work.
MiA pulled Subaru close again. “You’ll be the first Djinn to live happily ever after with his former master,” he said.
“Actually? There’s a legend about a female bottle slave who was freed by and married an American astronaut about 50 years ago. I don’t know how true it is, though.”
They stayed snuggled together in the middle of MiA’s bed . . . no, it was their bed now, they would share it. Just like they’d share all of life.
The two of them would make their own magic together – and that had nothing to do with bottles or wishes.
* * *
EPILOGUE
On a sunwashed stretch of beach, a photographer’s assistant was setting up the props for a shoot. He stepped back to survey his handiwork, and then nodded.
“You’d better make sure everything is like the boss wants it,” said Akito, the stylist. “This isn’t just any shoot, you know. This is for a cover. MiA’s going to get his pretty mug on newsstands at last.”
“MiA?” the assistant said. “Really? He’s in on this shoot?”
“Oh, hell yes,” Akito said. “Everyone’s buzzing about it. Fresh from him winning that Newcomer of the Year award, too.”
“Oh, my God!” The assistant rushed back to the set, straightening the props again, making sure everything was perfect.
Akito shook his head. Why were so many of these kids starstruck nowadays? What they needed was someone with a good head on his shoulders – like that Azu Shouya who used to work on these shoots.
He wondered what had happened to that kid. He’d vanished without a trace about a year ago. Rumor had it he’d gotten out of fashion altogether and started a new career.
His loss, Akito thought. The industry had gotten a lot more exciting since MiA appeared on the scene. Huh, come to think of it, the kid vanished just as MiA appeared. Rotten timing.
Meanwhile, across the beach, MiA sat in a director’s chair, keeping still while another stylist finished applying his makeup – and listening while his personal assistant read from an iPad.
“Tomorrow, you have a meeting with the Gucci people about the next Guilty campaign. Then Ruki wants to talk to you about Tokyo Fashion Week, but he said you can do that whenever you want to, he’s pretty much free tomorrow. Then Friday, you’re being interviewed on the Yoshiki Show – they want you at the studio at 7 a.m.”
“There,” the stylist said. “All done. And it sounds like you have a busy week.”
“I always do,” MiA said. “That’s what I wanted out of life, after all.”
“Okay, I have to tend to the other guys on the shoot.” The stylist closed her case. “You just make sure no sand blows into my handiwork, okay?”
“I have my assistant here to block my face,” MiA said. “Thanks, Kumiko.”
When the stylist left, his assistant continued. “You finally have a free day Saturday,” he said. “Should I tell anyone who wants to see you that day to get lost?”
“You bet,” MiA said, reaching for the other man’s hand. “I want to spend quality time with you. Have I mentioned you’ve become a great assistant?”
“There’s not much to it,” Subaru replied with a big smile. “I just have to take your messages, schedule your appointments and keep the gossip rags away from you.”
“And you’re damn good at it,” MiA said, giving him a quick hug. “Hey – do you know what this place is?”
Subaru looked around. “It looks kind of familiar.”
“It’s where we first met. I found your bottle right over there.” He nodded in the direction of the water’s edge.
“Really?” Subaru glanced over. “Well, then this is our beach now. Yours and mine. We’ll have to put a sign somewhere saying that this is . . .”
“MiA?” said a voice behind them.
MiA turned around – and saw a very familiar face, one he hadn’t seen in a few months. Not, in fact, since their breakup.
“Yo-ka?” he said. “Oh, my God – it’s been . . .”
“Too long, I know.” He smiled. “As it so happens, we’re on the same shoot today.”
“Terrific! Oh, Yo-ka, this is my assistant, Subaru.”
“Hello,” Subaru said, bowing with a big smile and a bow – though in the back of his mind he remembered all too well that this man was once his rival.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” Yo-ka said. After a pause, he added, “I promise I won’t try anything funny.”
“Yes,” MiA said. “Subaru, I’ll be right back.”
The two of them walked a short distance away from the rest of the crew. “How have you been?” Yo-ka said. “I’ve heard that you and your assistant are . . . a thing.”
“More than a thing,” MiA said. “He’s made me happy – happier than I ever thought I could be. He’s living with me in my apartment.”
“Do you still have that pool?”
“Of course. That’s not going anywhere.” He paused. “What about you? Are you happy?”
“Ecstatic. Getting back together with Yuuki was the best thing I ever did. It’s like we needed the separation, and having been stupid for awhile, to fully realize how much we mean to each other.”
“I’m glad,” MiA said. “You deserve happiness, Yo-ka.”
“That doesn’t mean I regret our affair,” Yo-ka said. “I don’t. Not a minute of it. I’m glad it happened. In a way, it’s because I was with you – because I really learned to feel again – that I was able to get back together with him.”
“I don’t regret it, either,” MiA said. “Knowing you . . it’s why I’m successful. It’s, well . . .” He smiled. “Let’s put it this way – I wouldn’t be about to shoot a magazine cover if I hadn’t known you.”
“We need to get together sometime,” Yo-ka said. “The four of us. I’d like to get to know your Subaru – and I know you’d like Yuuki.”
“I’d like that,” MiA said. He wondered what it would be like, being “just friends” with Yo-ka after their passionate fling, those months when he was convinced that the other model was the love of his life.
He figured it might be easier than he thought. After all, he knew who the real love of his life was.
The photographer was approaching the two of them. “There you are,” he said. “We’re going to have to start shooting now. There’s dark clouds starting to roll in – they’re now saying it might rain in a couple of hours.”
“Coming,” MiA said. “We’ll be right there.”
But as it so happened, in the middle of the shoot, the clouds suddenly started to dissipate. “Well, I’ll be,” the photographer said. “How the hell did that happen? It started to clear up so fast, it’s like magic.”
MiA knew very well what happened. He glanced over to see his assistant with a big smile on his face – and he’d heard the faint sound of snapping fingers right before the clouds departed.
He might not have been granting wishes anymore, but that didn’t mean Subaru wasn’t always there to help him.
* * *
They went back to their apartment after the shoot. It was Subaru’s turn to get dinner – meaning he usually snapped his fingers and made food appear – and MiA’s turn to clean up.
He had just finished loading the dishwasher when he got a sense of something strange behind him. He turned – and saw a candle hovering in the air, brightly lit. In most households, this would be cause for alarm, fear, doubting your own eyes. In his? It was just another day.
“Well, hello,” he said to the candle. “And what are you doing here?”
The candle started to move, slowly floating out of the kitchen, as if it were inviting MiA to follow it. And follow it he did, down the hall, through the living room, up the stairs to the bedroom.
When he got there, the room was ablaze with more candles. They were on the nighttable and dresser. Some more flickered through the open bathroom door. And they were all casting their light on the naked body of Subaru, lying across the bed.
“I was waiting for you to get here,” Subaru said, sweetly – but with a hint of naughtiness in his voice.
“I’m glad I did,” MiA said. He reached for the hem of his shirt – but then, Subaru snapped his fingers, and instantly, his clothes were draped over the back of a chair. “Oh – well, that makes things easier.”
“Always worth using my powers for.” Subaru held his arms out to MiA.
MiA lay on the bed next to him, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms, their mouths coming together hard, lips opening quickly. Subaru pushed his tongue into MiA’s mouth, starting to rub gently, exploring, finding terrain that was familiar by now – but no less wondrous.
Their hands ran over each other’s bodies, caressing shoulders, arms and backs as Subaru began to kiss his way down MiA’s neck, nibbling and licking, brushing his tongue back and forth.
MiA arched his head back, fingers tangling in the other man’s hair, murmuring, “Yes, baby, you’re so good at this . . .” He moaned again as Subaru moved down further, toward his nipple, which he circled, tongue tracing wet lines on sensitive skin, before flicking back and forth over the bud.
He raised his head and murmured, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” MiA said, reaching up to stroke his hair.
Subaru nodded. “You’ll see,” he said. “But . . . you have to earn it first.”
“I’d better get started, shouldn’t I?” MiA let his hand slide down Subaru’s stomach, squeezing the taut flesh, teasing his navel. He felt Subaru push his hips forward in anticipation as he moved lower, and lower still.
He felt the usual thrill as his fingers closed around that lovely hardness. He could touch Subaru a billion times, and he was still like some sort of miracle. His hand slid upward, feeling the texture of him, the ridges and veins, the heat and the hardness.
And then Subaru was returning the favor, his fingers running along MiA’s erection, tracing patterns, caressing the most sensitive spots, paying special attention to the junction between the tip and shaft.
MiA moaned loudly, starting to move his hips, responding by rubbing Subaru twice as fast, twisting his hand a little as it moved along the shaft, watching his lover’s face, the way his eyes fluttered closed, his lips parted, his cheeks took on a lovely flush.
He felt his lover’s fingers on the tip of his hardness, running back and forth, teasing the slit on top, then pulling away, then teasing again – before moving his hand away. “We’re both going to come if we keep this up,” he said.
“Is that a bad thing?” MiA eased his hand away as well.
“It is when I’ve got enough magic left today to use in bed.” Subaru rolled away from him, got up on all fours and gave MiA a sultry look over his shoulder, looking for all the world like a dirty angel, a deeply arousing contrast of innocence and lust.
MiA mentally counted – Subaru had transported them to the shoot and back, altered the weather, made dinner, enchanted the candle and got him naked. Five spells. He had three more left for the day – a figure arrived at by trial and error during his first couple of months of freedom.
“Is that what my surprise is about?” MiA said.
“You’ll see.” Subaru raised his hand to snap. MiA knew what that meant by experience – he was prepping himself, making himself loosened and lubed with magic, so they could skip straight to the best part . . .
Except MiA felt a strange warmth in his own ass. He felt compelled to lean over until his hands were on the bed, and a soft pleasure filled him, making him moan a little. When it faded, he could feel something wet back there, as if . . .
“Subaru – what is this? It feels like . . .”
Subaru looked back at him again, sweetly naughty. “Take me,” he said. “You’ll find out.”
MiA wasn’t going to argue with an invitation like that. He grasped his lover’s hips, pushing into him slowly, moaning as that tight heat encircled him, pulling him in like it always did, making him a part of the other man . . .
And then, Subaru raised his hand and snapped again. MiA felt something at his own entrance, starting to gently push into him as he pushed into Subaru. Oh, my GOD. He was being penetrated as he penetrated his love.
He glanced back over his shoulder to see a hot pink sex toy hovering at his ass – one they’d bought together at an adult shop not too long ago. And it was pushing its way into him, just as he pushed into Subaru.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmured – but in a good way. “I can’t believe . . .”
The advantages of having a genie as the love of your life. He would have loved Subaru with all his heart if he’d been a normal human, of course – but at times like these, he was very glad that he’d been a boy in a bottle.
MiA leaned over, buried within his love, kissing his neck – and the toy paused within him as well, letting him get used to being filled. It was like nothing MiA had ever experienced – nothing he dared even fantasize about. Tightness and hardness at the same time, being at once the top and the bottom, the giver and the receiver . . .
He started to pull his hips back, and the toy pulled back at the same time, sliding out of him as he slid out of Subaru. It thrust forward when he did, filling his sheath as he filled his love’s.
“Yes,” he moaned as he started to speed up. “Yes, oh, my God, oh, Subaru . . .” The toy moved to his rhythm, fucking him slowly at first, stimulating bundles of nerves deep within him, just as the tightness of his lover encased him, caressing him in just the right way.
It was sensory overload. MiA closed his eyes, utterly lost in sensation as he sped up, and the toy sped up along with him, penetrating him, filling him, sliding through his channel as he slid through Subaru’s.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, feeling the toy plunge into him deeper, setting off shivers of pure lust through his body, and he thrust deeper into Subaru in turn, hearing his lover’s answering moan, the thrust of the genie’s hips back toward him.
MiA began to move faster, harder, in an erotic frenzy now, fucking himself on the toy, then fucking Subaru, being filled, then filling. His body was a channel of sensation, hot pulses coming from his ass as the thing moved in him, fiery tingles from his cock as it plunged into tight heat, over and over.
He was utterly losing himself in the moment, his hips pumping hard, his body pouring with sweat, somehow having the presence of mind to wrap a hand around Subaru’s body, grabbing his erection and stroking it, wanting his lover to feel at least some of what he was.
Subaru moaned in response, his own hips thrusting back harder as he moaned, “MiA, yes, MiA, go on, make yourself come . . .”
MiA didn’t want to, he wanted the moment to go on forever, wanted to go on feeling the deep thrusts within as he thrust deep into his lover, but at the same time, it was too much, he was burning, aching, his body was trembling, he needed release so badly . . .
The toy thrust deep and hard, hitting a very sweet spot in him, and MiA threw his head back, screaming as an intense ecstasy flooded him, his vision turning to white as he plunged deep into Subaru’s body, pumping him full of seed – and he heard Subaru’s answering cry as his lover found his own release, hot wetness dripping over MiA’s hand.
The toy gently slid out and plunked down to the mattress, the enchantment concluded. MiA collapsed to the bed as well, landing next to Subaru, just lying on his stomach, feeling like he’d never be able to move again. He was utterly, completely satisfied in mind, body and soul.
Subaru leaned over and kissed him. “Are you alive?” he whispered, teasingly.
MiA just let out a little grunt, lying absolutely still. Alive? Yes. Right now, he couldn’t confirm the presence of any bones, though. Or the ability to move at all. The correct answer to that question was, “Yes, but I may be an amoeba.”
“I wanted to give you that,” Subaru said, gently, resting his head against his lover’s. “I wanted you to feel pleasure that intense – because I love you so much.” He stroked MiA’s hair. “I could tell you I love you a hundred times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
MiA just basked in the afterglow – and the words his lover just spoke. There was no doubt of Subaru’s sincerity. MiA knew Subaru was the one person who would have loved him even if he’d still been frumpy old Shouya.
But he was glad for every step of the journey they’d been on together, from his transformation into MiA onward. He wouldn’t trade a moment of it for the world.
“I’ll be right back,” Subaru said, and rushed for the bathroom, coming back with wet cloths. He cleaned both of them up, after which MiA slowly raised his head. “Oh, good, you are alive!”
“I’m not going to miss one moment with you,” MiA said, leaning over to kiss his lover.
Subaru put the cloths down and wrapped his arms around MiA. “We’re just a couple of saps, aren’t we? I’ll bet we’d make people around us ill if they could see how lovey-dovey we get sometimes.”
“I can’t help the way I feel,” MiA said. “And they wish they had someone like you.” Not just the genie part – but who Subaru was inside, in his heart.
Subaru lay down next to MiA, pulling covers over both of them and yawning. “How weird was it that we were back on the same beach where we met today?” he said.
“I think it was appropriate,” MiA said. “And from now on, we’re going to go back there every year, on our anniversary.”
“I like that idea,” Subaru yawned again. Since he’d been living in the human world, he’d found he had more need for things like food and sleep. A small price to pay for the life he’d found.
MiA was falling asleep, thinking again about being on that beach again today – standing in the same spot where, one year ago, he’d been a dowdy photographer’s assistant barely scraping by and living in a crappy apartment. Now, he was a supermodel living in a near-palace, with an ever-growing bank account.
But it would all mean nothing without the person lying in his arms. Because Subaru was the real fulfillment of all his long-ago dreams.
He was all he’d ever wished for.
