Mr. Right

(Back to Spencer’s POV)

I walked the streets of dewy old London town like I usually do. It had been ten years since James promised me he would return to me. I had waited for him for twenty-four hours, but he never showed. I expected that Renatus killed him, but if he did, Renatus would have come after me. A whole week went by without any word from those two, and I wondered what happened. I thought about going back down to hell to find James again, but every time I tried to go down, I couldn’t. I even asked Lorie and Sarah if they knew any spells to help me get down to hell, but they weren’t of much help. I began searching for spells on my own after I asked helped from my friends. I had searched all the libraries in the city, but found nothing. After I searched for my answer in the city, I took the bus to other cities to see if they had an answer. I searched every magical store for spells that could help me find James, but in the end I found nothing. Soon the search consumed me, and all that I could think about was trying to get James back. When I had finished high school, I went to college, where I got degrees in mythology and demonology. After college, I took my degrees, and began my search worldwide for James--and even Renatus. My search soon lead me to England, where I am now, and still searching.

I had rented a small apartment over a café just a few blocks away from Big Ben, and I found that London was a perfect place for me so far. There were so many back alleys with shops and I was able to find a few magic shops. I felt that I was getting closer and closer to what I was looking for. I had gotten some leads from other bookkeepers about what other shops I could go to who might have it, and then I found it. I had made a trip to Whales to do so, but I found the book in a hole in the wall shop. When I found it, I couldn’t wait to try the spell book out, so I went back to my hotel room, and set up for the spell. I brought five candles with me, along with a box of school black board chalk. Once I got everything out of my suitcase, I drew a large circle on the wood floor, and lit the candles and placed four on the edges and one right in the center. Once the circle was ready, I undressed and changed into black robes. When all was set and ready, I took several deep breaths in and positioned myself a few inches away from the circle. When I was ready, I licked my lips and opened the book to the spell that I wanted.

“A perfect man I summon now…another man we don’t know how…to make him see the light….come back to me Mr. Right.”

I waited for something to happen, but nothing did. I looked over the spell again, and read it again, thinking I read it wrong. Again nothing happened and I threw the book down, knocking down some of the candles and breaking the circle. I quickly extinguished the flames before they could set the room on fire, and sat in the arm chair in the corner. I was disappointed. I had been searching for the right spell for ten years, hoping that it would bring James back, but I was wrong. I didn’t want to go back to London, I was too depressed, and I felt like I had nothing to live for any more. I had hunted demons for so long now, thinking that they might know something to help me, but now since I found what I was looking for, I felt like killing myself. I contemplated that option for days and every day, my pocket knife looked more tempting. Finally, the day came when I could not think about it anymore, and I did it. I took the sharp knife out of my pants pocket and slowly brought it to my forearms. I gulped as I took my last breaths of life, and closed my eyes. The blade was cold when I pressed it to my flesh, and I almost slid the blade down, but something told me to stop. I tried to ignore it, but it got louder until it was screaming in my ear. By the time I changed my mind, I had a small gash in my arm, but it wasn’t big enough to kill me. As I bandaged my arm, I thought about the voice that was screaming at me to stop. It sounded so familiar, but I could not place it. I just put it out of my mind, and thought nothing of it. I decided to go back to the States, but I needed to go back to London first to pack my things. When I arrived, I went straight to packing. Around three my stomach started to growl, so I took a break and went downstairs to get something to eat. Usually I would bring my food upstairs and look over new spell books I would get from local stores and the internet, but today I sat outside and watched the people walked by.

I bought a newspaper and read it as I’d enjoyed my lunch and green tea. I wasn’t much of a reader, but I would read the paper now and again. My favorite section was “The World” section, and would spend hours on it. I had just started reading it when I felt someone watching me. I took a sip from my tea to see who was looking, and I saw it was a boy, no older than his late teens. I kept reading the section, but I never took my eyes off the teen. I found it strange that this teenage boy was looking at me, but not too strange. When I became a demon hunter, most demons came after me to kill me before I killed them. So I treated this boy like he was a demon in human skin. I tossed the newspaper aside when I was finished with it, and that was when I saw the teen stand up and approach me. I had my small pocket dagger hidden under my right pant leg, and I hugged my thigh just in case he decided to attack.

“Hello.” the teen said, stepping next to me.

“Hello.” I replied, staring up at him and taking him all in. He had light blonde hair, which was spiked, and his blue eyes were hidden behind small black frame glasses. His smile was bigger than anyone’s I’ve seen and his teeth looked like they were bleached. He was thin, but tall, and he did not give off the impression that he was a demon. “May I help you?” I asked, wondering why he wanted to talk to me.

“Um…I hate to admit it, but I was just admiring your ink.” he replied, pointing to the tattoo I had got when I graduated high school.

“Thank you.” I said, looking down at my own tatoo. It was the mark that James gave to me when we bonded; I had drawn it so many times while in my classes, I decided to get it inked on my skin. I also got it because I didn’t want to forget James, and what we meant to one another.

“Can I take a picture of it?” he asked as I looked at it. I gave him a blank stare, and he explained. “I am a fan of tattoos, and when I see one I like, I like to take pictures of it.”

“Yes, you may.” I said slowly, and he got out his camera and took a few pictures of it.

“It’s nice. Does it mean anything to you?” he asked, taking out a small notepad and sitting down across from me.

“Yes, it does.” I said. “A very good friend gave me this. It was a mark of our friendship.”

“Was that all he was?” the teen asked, narrowing his eyes. “He wasn’t a boyfriend or anything?”

I laughed, and then I realized what he said. “Wait, how did you know that he was my boyfriend?”

“I know a lot of things…Spencer.” he smirked, putting away the notepad and calling over the waiter. He ordered us two more cups of tea. “Don’t fear though, I won’t hurt you, so you can put away that dagger you have in your hand.”

I frowned as I slowly put my dagger back in its sheath, and narrowed my eyes at him. “You don’t recognize me, do you Spencer?”

“Should I?”

“We knew each other for almost a year, and you saved my life…twice.”

“I am sorry, but I am not really good with faces.” I told him.

The boy laughed lightly and stood up. “Maybe you will remember this.” he said softly, and he pulled me into a kiss. I wanted to pull away when our lips met, but something told me not to. He moaned as he ran his tongue slowly around the outside of my lips, begging for access. I didn’t open for him though, but I wanted to for some reason. The kiss only lasted for ten seconds, but it felt longer. When he pulled away, he kissed my cheek and I felt like my body was going to melt. “Still don’t remember?” he smiled, and in a flash his name popped into my mind.

“James!” I cried, standing up and hugging him as I captured his mouth and dug my tongue in his wet cavern he called a mouth. I felt like crying as I kissed James again. It had been so long since I tasted him, I almost forgot what his lips tasted like. I moaned into the kiss, and I knew that everybody who was at the café was watching us, but I didn’t care. “God how I missed you.” I said, almost crying as I pulled him out of the kiss and into a bear hug.

“I missed you too.” James said. He sounded like he was crying, and when I pulled him out of my arms, he had tears softly streaming from his eyes. I wiped them away and gently laid a kiss over his cheek before we sat back down again to out cup of tea.

“Where have you been these last ten years?” I asked. “You promised me you would come back to me, but you never did.”

“Well, that was because I was trapped in hell.” James said. “I fought with Renatus for days on end, hoping that the next day would be the last. It wasn’t. I managed to kill him though, freeing both you and me from his grasp. After the battle, I stayed in hell till my wounds healed. I didn’t want you to see me all torn up and bloody, so I stayed. When I was healed, I began looking for holes to crawl back through, but I didn’t find any till four years ago. I have been looking for you since then.”

“But what happened to you? You look different.”

“When I was freed from Renatus my body that he gave me started to fade, and I woke up one day looking like I did three hundred years ago, so what you see is who I’m really am.”

“So this is how you truly look?” James nodded. “I must say you look even cuter then when I first saw you.

James laughed, and took the last few sips of his tea before he asked me questions. “So what have you been doing these last ten years?”

“Searching for a way to bring you back.” I scuffed.

“It took you this long?” James gasped, his eyes wide. “Why so long?”

“Because I couldn’t find the spell to bring you back, until now.”

“Well, that explains why I’m back home.” James laughed.

“Other than that, I’ve went to college, became a demon hunter, and I have two kids.”

“You’re married?” James gasped again.

I laughed. “No, Lorie and Sarah wanted to have a baby, so they asked me to donate my sperm. I told them I would…and I found out Lorie had twins.” I told him embarrassingly.

“Well, that’s great. And I am happy to hear Lorie and Sarah are still together after all these years.”

“Yeah.” I grinned, and we talked for a few more hours before I invited him up to my apartment.

“Dang, you have a lot of stuff.” James exclaimed as he saw my half packed, messy apartment.

“Actually, I was in the process of moving.” I told him.

“What, why?”

“Because when the spell I used didn’t work, I gave up on finding you and decided to move back to the U.S.”

“Well, that’s not good. I was planning on staying here.” He sat down, and leaned back on the bed. “Please stay with me Spencer.” He begged, looking at me with puppy dog eyes, (something I used to do to him).

I smirked and slowly made my way towards him. He smiled back at me and I leaned down, capturing his mouth in mine again as I pushed him down. He moaned and opened, and I plunged my tongue deep into his throat. He squirmed beneath me as I continued to kiss him, causing him to lose air each second. I needed him so bad, that I forgot that he was human again. He managed to notify me that he was not breathing, and I began to roam my mouth over his jaw line and throat. He arched his back as I nipped at his throat, and groaned as I removed his shirt. I could tell he wanted this more than I did, and I loved how he was moaning for more.

“Fuck me, Spencer.” I heard him gasp, and I stopped and looked up at him. “Fuck me.” he said again with lust in his eyes.

I smiled and nodded, giving him his wish. I kissed him gently. “With pleasure.” I smirked, and I reached for his jeans. He gasped as I unbuttoned his tops, and slowly slid off his blue jeans. I was surprised that he wasn’t wearing underwear, but I just smirked, and threw his pants on the floor. I scooted up next to him so I could get a good grip on his dick.

He moaned as I started stroking him, softly at first, but he groaned as I picked up the pace and wrapped my mouth around him to make him harder. It didn’t take me that long to make him hard, but the tricky part was making him stay that way. I knew that he was going to blow any time, so I got an idea. I heard him whimper as I got off the bed and headed over towards my desk dowers. I pulled the right dower and smirked as I found my cock ring. It was a birthday present that Sarah and Lorie sent me a few years ago, but I never used it---until now. I jumped back into bed with James and kissed his tip before placing it on. He moaned as I got it around his balls, and I flipped him over. I smirked as I licked his ass cheeks a few times before I spread them and starting dishing out his hole with my tongue. James’s moans were like music to my ears, and they just kept on getting louder and louder as I worked my tongue into his ass. I got bored after a while using my tongue, so I replaced my tongue with my finger, and I slowly slid it into him. He groaned deep in his throat as I pushed my middle finger in, and I twisted and wiggled it around. His muscles felt good clamped around my finger, and I pulled it out a bit, only to push it back in and add another one. He groaned deeper and pulled his ass away from me a bit. I grabbed his cock and pulled it back towards me, lightly licking his ass again to tell him it was okay. He moaned as my wet tongue skidded across his fresh, and he relaxed. I pressed my head against his hip and hugged him tighter as I stroked him and pushed my fingers in and out of his ass. He moaned with each motion I made, and soon after he started to move his hips with my strokes. I kissed his lower back several times, working my way up to his mouth again. I moaned once our mouths touched, and I began swirling my tongue around James’s. He was willing to back down and let me take control of his body (something I used to do for him) and I smiled as I was now the dominant male.

I only let the kiss last for a couple of seconds before I trailed my kisses back down, causing James to whimper. I laughed and stopped stroking his cock. His whimpers became louder, but I kissed him and told him I had to stop. If I had continued just fingering and stroking him, he would have come, and I did not what that to happen---not yet anyway. Next I removed my fingers, and he gasped as I took them out. I slapped his ass playfully a few times as I repositioned myself right behind him, and I started to slowly push my tip against his ass. I didn’t’ see James’s face but I’d imagined it all twisted with pain and pleasure. I hissed as the inside of his walls squeezed over my cock. It has hard for me to push in, and I almost thought I was going to tear his insides apart. We both exhaled a long deep breath, and I waited till he got readjusted to my dick before I started to move.

“You okay?” I asked, hearing James hiss in pain.

“Yeah.” he breathed, looking over his shoulder. “You’ve gotten bigger.” he smirked.

“And you’ve gotten tighter.” I smirked back, slapping my hand against his ass once more.

James gave me the go ahead when he was ready, and I pulled out of him just enough and began slamming back into him. I started out slow, allowing him to get used to me, but after a while I picked up the pace. Again I couldn’t see James’s face, but I knew he loved it from the moans and groans that I heard. I moaned as well, but not out of pleasure. James was no longer as tight as when I first thrust into him, so his walls weren’t pressing against me. I wanted him to. It felt so good to have him around me, that I felt like I was on some kind of high from it. I thrust harder to try to get that feeling back, and he groaned as I hit deep into him. I pressed myself against his back to try to thrust deeper, and I roughly pressed my lips against his. He groaned as I gave him a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I picked him up so we were both kneeling on the bed. He broke away once I changed my thrusts, and I began lightly licking his neck. I pressed my lips against his again once the pain died down again, and he moaned louder. After a few minutes of kneeling, my knees started to hurt, so I sat down and placed James in my lap. He groaned as he slid all the way down my dick, and he started to grind his hips against mine. It was his turn to make me feel good, but I did not want that. Instead, I grinded my hips with his, and went back to stroking his cock. He twitched in my hand, and I tried not to make him come, but it was harder than I thought. Pre-cum was already oozing out in buckets, and with every stroke I thought he was going to blow. I stopped once I saw he was on the verge and grinded my hips harder against his. He groaned at the sudden roughness, and he slowly pulled out of me. I questioned what he was going to do, but smirked when I saw him get back on me. He was now facing me, and grinding his hips against mine more than me. We both moaned as we shared a lustful kiss, and we both filled our hands with each other’s hair. Swirling my tongue around James’s I noticed he was fighting back this time, and I could tell he wasn’t going to give in this time. My smirk got bigger as we began to battle out for dominance, I thought I had James beat, but he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back. I hissed in pain as he grabbed my hair tighter, and he parted his lips and attacked my throat. I moaned, this was the James that I knew, and I was glad to have him back. I began to thrust my hips upwards as he ground his against mine, but he pinned me down and began bouncing. I moaned again as he clamped his ass around my cock again, and I groaned out.

“I’m going to come.” I groaned, feeling my balls reach their maximum capacity.

“Me too.” James groaned as well.

I smirked as I moved my hand towards his groin, and took a hold of his balls. He moaned as I gave his balls a squeeze, and he pressed himself against me as he came. I groaned as his ass clamped down on me for the last time, making me come as well. It felt good to come inside James again. I hadn’t done it in such a long time; I almost forgot what it felt like. I pecked James’s face with multiple kisses as I laid him on the bed. I pulled out of him so I could lie next to him, but he stopped me half way.

“Stay in me.” he said, his eyes misty with our aftermath of bliss. I smiled and slowly pushed into him and lay down on top.

“God I missed you.” I sighed, after ten minutes of silence.

“I missed you too.” James replied, stroking his fingers through my hair.

“James?” I asked in an innocent voice.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” I replied, leaning up and giving James a peck on the lips.

He laughed. “I love you too.” he smiled, and we kissed again, this time with more passion behind it, and James rolled me over so that I was now on the bottom. We laughed as he pulled off me, and repositioned himself against my entrance for another round. As he pushed in, I thought how much I missed him over the years. But I also thought of something else. I also thought how we have each other again, and how we were going to spend the rest of our lives together forever.

~END~