A Mortal Lover Part 3
By Zane HunterGreen
Once again this story is an adult fantasy. It is copyrighted to it's Author.
Alex sat for hours memorized by the fire until he realized that he was numb with cold as well as grief. He had to go home eventually, and there was no sign of any spirits, just a dying fire, and the dampness of woodlands in the pre-dawn morning. If he waited much longer he would be a stiff as one of the frost bitten rocks.
He buried the dying sparks with cold earth, and made his way slowly back to his car. He opened the back seat to throw his jacket, when he thought he heard a movement behind him. He spun around quickly in defense, but backed down when he saw it was only his imagination. He started to say "Heath" but shook his head with his foolishness. Heath was gone. And the point of this midnight ritual was to accept the fact that he had to go on with his life...somehow.
He wasn't alone. Mal was with him. The elf-boy could still use some charms, which came as a relief to the lost spirit. Mal wasn't invisible, but he could command this human not to register his presence. The car was as deplorable a means of transportation as Mal could imagine, the fumes were dreadful, but the sacrifice of riding with this human was worth the discomfort, and disgust he had for the machine the man operated.
The night was dark, but Mal could see and sense animals, that were far beyond the headlights. Alex drove quickly if not recklessly. Mal caught his breathe as a deer hopped into the roadway. Mal communicated to it to stop, moments before the ride ended up with the machine wrapped around the animal. That was enough for him to decide that this man would never be his lover. This man was reckless, and strange. His mind was self-absorbed, and if he ever loved he was in too much pain to be of much use to Mal.
Perhaps however this was as good a place to start as any. A way to slowly gain his own immortality back. Mal silently sang to himself as the miles roiled on and the vehicle stopped. The man's house was on a quiet street. A neglected but well planned front yard looked like someone had once cared about it. Mal followed Alex inside, sitting on a kitchen chair as Alex poured himself a drink of water, and turned up the heat. He yawned, drank the water and started up a flight of stairs. Alex felt chilled for a moment, even as the house grew warmer, as if he was being followed, but he shook the feeling off.
Mal wondered as he shadowed him, how he was going to be able to become a part of this life. Then he had an idea. He would get in bed with Alex. In the morning he would act like Alex took him home, why not, he didn't really care for this man that much. Maybe he could give him false memories, in fact an idea came quickly, he would be the dead man, but no he looked too young, and his shape shift powers were now limited. Perhaps he could pretend to be the son of the man who had died.
Yes, that would work; he had come because he heard his father had passed on, as humans sometimes called it when they moved through the veil. In the night Alex was wearing such a harness of grief so he tried to comfort him. That was all. Of course it would work. Gay men had offspring did they not? At least they did where he came from. It was the most desirable trait for a fairy elf. He knew that if he returned one day he would try to sire sons of his own, but it wasn't fun to think about, it wasn't sex, it was obligation. Sex, now that was wonderful, and his heart went cold when the thought about his partner. His half-brother who was slowly murdering him. Unless, he fell in love with a man like the one who was almost asleep.
Alex was tired. Everything was bleak and awful, but he didn't care. He still had a feeling of being watched, but it was like having a bird fly by observing you. He took off his clothes and got into his bed. It was cold and empty. Sleep was the only comfort his bed offered now, and most nights sleep teased him. Those nights he couldn't sleep, he would think of Heath, how good it was to lie on top of him, cock to cock, or cock to bottom. Oh to once again have his cock slide into Heath, warm hole, and the muscular legs hugged him, and the hungry lips nibbled his lips and the nip of his breasts. The tapered fingers playing with his balls, driving him crazy as he drove inside of the man with relentless passion. Like spent seed, it was gone. His memories tortured him.
Mal watched him closely. "Hello Alex", he said "You are going to be elf-shot tonight." He giggled in mirth, wondering what a man tasted like. He would soon find out. He slid his naked body into the bed, and pressed against the part of Alex he wanted inside of him. It was limp, and unresponsive. That would change! He blew on his hands, warming them up as he got ready to touch the pillar of flesh. It was beautiful, even as it reminded him of a wilted mushroom, it would bloom in his hands. No wonder he thought all fairies danced in rings of mushrooms. And perhaps that is what he would do, dance in the circle of men.
Alex sensed him as he stirred in his wet dream; he sighed and hugged Mal closer as he slept. Mal reached down with his velvet lips and took the flesh of man in his mouth, bringing it back to life; it was similar to a mushroom in taste, wonderful, an elfish treat. First came a small droplet of white. He wished he still had his magic; he could take the drop and turn it into a frozen pendant to wear against his naked chest.
"Oh sweet man, plant yourself within me". Mal lifted himself and fixed it so Alex lay still while Mal thrust his body up and down, taking the stalk within his incredible opening, the place designed for sex. Elves did not discharge food, they ate so very little there was never any waste, so the anus was only for pleasure, and a man was capable of giving great pleasure. Mal was elated to discover that. Perhaps the road to immortality would be astonishingly easy.
Alex tried to wake up as this could not be a dream, and it wasn't. There was a naked boy in his bed, he sat up the covers had spilled on the wooden floor.
Mal smiled sweetly, deciding what role to play. "I am from Heath. He sent me here to help you."
"Are you an angel?" Alex had two cross-concurrent thoughts. The boy looked like an angel, but his actions were far from angelic, and he didn't have the expected wings, and it was night and he was tired so he wasn't thinking too rationally."
"I'm an elf."
"An elf??"
"Yes. My name is Mal"
"You said that Heath sent you, does that mean he forgives me."
"Why must he forgive you?. Mal was curious"
"Don't you know? The fight...Heath ran out on me, that night and he was killed in a taxi that got slammed into by a truck. You must know if he sent you. If we didn't argue he would have stayed home. He was trying to meet his friends. I should have been with him. He could have taken the car, but I told him he was careless, he was always getting parking tickets. What a stupid thing to argue about."
"Do you love him?"
"Always, I never stop thinking about him. Even when he was alive I thought about him constantly. I missed him when we were apart for more than a few hours. I really don't know how I'm going to get through."
"You taught me what I didn't want to hear. I have learned that the worse fate is to have your lover depart forever after you have fought with him. I am in the same bind. I hate the one I loved, and I trust that I will never see him again either."
"Alex pounded his pillow, and sat up. I take it this is part of a dream, but the type I may recall later, so let me ask you a question? You said you came from Heath."
"I lied to you."
"Fuck!"
"Well I could have gone on with the charade, and told you that Heath is waiting for you, and he probably is, but I have never had any knowledge of him until tonight when you mentioned his name at the fire. If you help me return to my kinfolk and land I will find him somehow but first I have to get back."
"What can I do?"
"You have to teach me to love."
"Well we just made "love"
"I'm still here, so it can't be that kind of love, it has to be something else too, it has to be what you felt for Heath, and only you have to feel it for me."
"Mal, I can't. I am still aching for Heath."
"Do you know someone who could love me?"
"I know plenty of people who would love to make love to you. That isn't what you need. Wait a minute I have a friend who would love you, I think. He's my strangest friend, in the morning I'll introduce you to him alright."
Mal nodded his head, curled up beside Alex and fell asleep.
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Meanwhile the trolls were getting restless! And Leaf was bidding his time until he could claim that Mal abandoned the kingdom forever.
Jasper was watering his plants as surround sound filled the greenhouse with Bach. He couldn't hear the music himself, but he could see it in the plants. They grew and flowered as if they were dancing with the music. He inhaled the sweet smell, as Alex came in and stood in front of him telling him that he brought a friend to meet him. Jasper read his lips, and smiled. He took a pad of paper that was in his pocket and wrote, "Bring him over".
Alex said "He's an elf."
Jasper wrote "You need to learn to sign."
"I said he's an elf."
"I read you, so what is wrong with being an elf?" He wrote furiously.
Mal meanwhile was perusing the room, enchanted with it's similarity to a tiny garden from home. He then faced Jasper, took his right hand and smiled sweetly."
"He needs his hand back to talk to you Mal." Alex admonished him.
Mal dropped his hand, as he discovered he could mind chat with Jasper.
"You're brave if you're putting up with Alex, although you have to understand, he's not been himself" Jasper told him. "Where did you two meet each other?"
"In the woods..."
"I suppose that makes sense you being an elf and all."
"You believe that?" Mal was surprised.
"Well, dear boy, you're too pretty to be a human, although Heath was rather pretty too when I first meet him years ago. He always had that look about him, kind of other worldly, and ethereal. He never seemed to age very much. His death devastated all of us! I'm not implying he was one of you, but none of were exactly aware of the existence of your kind, except in books of course."
Alex was unaware of the conversation going on. He sat back tentatively wondering why it was so quiet, but for the music.
"I will tell you how Alex found Heath in the first place, it's a rather sad story. Alex should be the one to share it, but he may never want to repeat it again, Why don't you stay with me awhile. It seems like you have nowhere else. Alex usually only brings me house guests that he's trying to dump. "
"I would like that very much."
Jasper turned to Alex. "Would you mind terribly if Mal stayed over. I have always wanted to know an elf."
"That is a great idea; your house is more fairy-like than anyone else I know. I figured he would feel at home."
Alex sighed, that was too easy. He felt uncomfortable with Mal, and was afraid of getting attached to him because in a bazaar way he reminded him of Heather.
Jasper brought in some scones that he baked, ever the host. The plants that were in bloom made the room smell like the honey that they spread on the fruit layered biscuits. Alex almost felt like himself. Mal and Jasper seemed too quiet, but had he known they were chatting madly through their tea.
Finally Alex drove away, and Jasper went to find Mal some additional clothes. After he felt he had things arranged he let Mal wander around as he finished taking care of his plants, but Mal insisting on helping."
When he gave a great drink of water to a Christmas cactus, Jasper laid a hand on him. "That one only gets water every other week. I thought elves knew all about plant life"
"Common elves do..."
"But you're not a common elf I see, what kind of elf are you?"
"I am one who suckled on royal honey as we say."
"You are royalty?"
"I am a pre-King."
"Of all the elves?"
"Of course not, just of my own proverance."
"You must have a story a well to share about why you're here."
"I would rather hear about Heath."
"Come now I'll tell you...before you ruin all my plants."