Magic Touch

Magic Touch Magic Touch   By Amanda and Tenchi Kaze   The next day, Mira feigned illness again, preferring to stay in bed rather than attend classes. He was still sore from the night before, and was not looking forward to the chance that he might see Altair in the hallway or between classes. Dorian elected to stay in the room with him, watching over him as he slept.   Dorian sat at the edge of the bed, as he had been ever since that morning when Mira went back to sleep after a small breakfast. 'You could almost think that nothing had happened to him when you look at him sleeping,' Dorian thought, eyes watching the other boy's chest rise and fall rhythmically.   Mira rolled onto his side, facing Dorian. His hair was sticking to his face, and every time he breathed, locks of it were blown into the air for a brief moment. He blinked, his eyes snapping open after a minute or two of half-sleep. "...Huh?" he murmured, sitting up and brushing the hair out of his face. "Dorian, how long have I been asleep?"   "Since just after breakfast. It's about noon right now," Dorian replied. He chuckled slightly. "You woke up just to have a meal, hm?"   "I... I guess I was more exhausted than I thought," Mira replied, flushing a bit. "But there's no way I'd miss lunch because of that, huh? Especially when you're making it!"   Dorian flushed a little as well, standing. "I didn't take Home Ec. in middle school for nothing," he said. "Besides, I don't want to disappoint my best friend with bad food, do I?"   "Oh, nothing you make is ever bad," Mira said with a laugh, stretching. "I do feel bad that you do all the cooking around here. I could make something for us sometime. That is, if you don't mind everything being burnt to a crisp."   Dorian laughed lightly as he headed for the kitchen. "You could probably be a great cook if you put your mind to it. You'd just need to make sure you followed the recipe to a tee," he said, reaching into the pantry and pulling out the things to make lunch with. "I hope you don't mind chicken noodle soup again. Until I decide to venture out into the non-magical city, we don't have much else other than soup, cereal and canned tuna."   "That's all right," Mira replied. "Whatever you make is fine with me, you know that." He smiled honestly at Dorian, rubbing sleep from his eyes.   "Chicken noodle soup it is then," said Dorian, grabbing a can and can opener from the cupboards. "How long do you think you'll be staying away from classes for?"   "I don't know... maybe one more day, at least. I feel like hell..." Mira ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "After everything that's happened, I don't think I ever WANT to go back to classes, but I know I have to..."   "Well, even after you start going back to classes, I'll try to help you out whenever you want me to. Making food, helping you with homework... problems with Altair. Whatever it is, I'll help you," said Dorian, opening the can of soup and pouring the contents into a pot full of hot water.   "You know, Dorian, you're always so damn nice to me," Mira replied, laughing. "I know you're my friend and all... but man, that's going above and beyond!"   Dorian laughed, trying to hide the flush in his cheeks. "I just feel like helping you out. You're such a nice person, and I don't see why no one else seems to get that." He smiled to himself as he started up the stove and put the pot down on the burner.   "It's weird... I feel like no one else really knows me except you, Dorian." Mira folded his arms, thinking. "Even my own parents. It's like... I don't know. Like our bond is deeper than even a blood bond."   Dorian moved out of Mira's line of sight, his entire face seeming to have turned red. "You think so?"   "Yeah. I don't know how to describe it, exactly," Mira continued, pondering. "You know me so intimately that it's almost scary. You could be my brother, with how much you know." He shook his head, smiling. "But that's just me, right? There's nothing wrong with two friends understanding each other as well as we do!"   "Uh, right! There's nothing wrong with that," said Dorian, laughing slightly. "Nothing at all..." he muttered to himself, stirring the soup as it heated up.   Mira simply smiled at his friend, waiting for him to finish with the soup. "Hey, Dorian, are you hot? Your face is getting all red."   If not for self-control, Dorian would have dropped the stirring spoon. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it," he said, waving of Mira's comment with a small smile.   "Okay..." Mira was slightly puzzled, but decided to trust his friend. He waited patiently for the soup to be done, head propped on his hands.   Soon, the soup was ready and Dorian brought a bowl of it on a tray to Mira. "Careful, it's still real hot," he said, setting a spoon down on the tray and heading back to the kitchen to fetch his own soup.   "Thanks," Mira replied, picking up the spoon and dipping it into the soup. He blew on it to cool it down, and then drained the spoon. "Mm, good as always, Dorian!" he said, licking his lips.   "Thanks." Dorian picked up his own bowl and tray and walked back to where Mira lay, sitting on the end of the bed in exactly the same place he had been through the duration of the morning. He blew on his soup as well, sipping from the spoon several times before speaking again. "Not bad. I've made better, but certainly not bad."   "Thanks for bringing the soup over here. It's nice to have lunch in bed," he remarked, taking another sip of his soup and grinning at his friend.   Dorian smiled back, taking another sip of soup. "It's comfier over on the bed than in the hard chairs at the table, don't you think?"   "I thought I'd be eager to sit down on a chair, after spending so much of my time lying in bed. Still, I don't feel much inclination to actually get up and go over there," Mira replied, chuckling. "It's surprising..."   "I don't know, I just prefer a bed with its soft feel underneath rather than a hard wooden chair. I like being in soft places," said Dorian, chuckling.   "Just like you," came the reply. "You seem like the type who would love that kind of comfort. Me... I don't much care either way. I never really feel comfortable, no matter what I do."   "Mira..." Dorian looked over at his friend, resting his spoon against the edge of his bowl for a moment. "...Let's try and not talk about depressing things like that for now, okay? You're staying home so that you can feel better, not worse."   "Sorry. I just can't seem to get my mind off everything..." Mira said, setting his tray aside and flopping back down on the bed.   "I know. It's hard for you since a lot of depressing stuff happens to you, but just for now... why don't we pretend that there's nothing bad in the world. Even if just for today, why not just make believe that there are no troubles that can reach us," said Dorian, setting down his tray as well and reaching out to place a comforting hand on Mira's shoulder.   Mira closed his eyes, reaching up to settle his hand over Dorian's. "I'm trying to imagine it," he murmured, at the same time a little confused by how sincere his friend sounded. Then he playfully pushed Dorian's hand off his shoulder. "But it's hard when... when you sound like my mother or something." He laughed despite himself. "Sorry, but... really!"   Dorian growled playfully, giving Mira a pretend glare, "Oh, so I'm your mother, am I?" he said, trying not to laugh between words.   "You cook for me, watch out for me, and scold me sometimes. Hey, sounds like a mother to me!" Mira snickered, hiding a grin behind his hand.   "Well, would a mother do this?" Dorian reached down to shove his fingers in Mira's armpits, tickling him while laughing. "I shall tickle you to death!"   Mira tried to hold him off unsuccessfully, shaking with laughter as his friend tickled him. "Hey, stop it! Th-that's not... hee... that's not fair at all!" he yelled, attempting to defend himself.   ******   The friends laughed together for the longest time, tickling each other vigorously until finally they tired. "You don't go down easy," said Dorian, panting slightly from mild exhaustion.   "Of course not. I've learned to take punishment, as you know," Mira said, catching his breath. He sighed, stretching on the bed. "But still, you managed to wear me out!"   Dorian lay back as well, just opposite Mira. "I can say the same for you. You sure figure out fast where a guy is ticklish."   "I'm just perceptive, I suppose," Mira replied, rolling onto his side. "Your weak points are pretty easy to spot."   "It's not my fault my sides are really ticklish," said Dorian, chuckling as Mira rolled to face him.   "Heh... but you could have at least protected yourself there so you weren't open for attack," Mira said, grinning.   Dorian grinned as well, moving his arms to cover his sides on instinct. "I suppose so. Ah, but we did have a lot of fun all the same. I haven't laughed like that in a long time."   Mira's eyes met Dorian's, wide and honest. "...Thanks, Dorian. You've made me laugh more than I ever have in my life, I think... and certainly more than I have lately."   "You're welcome..." Dorian's eyes met Mira's, the beating of his heart picking up slightly, almost imperceptibly. "You should laugh more often. I like the sound of your laughter."   Something seemed odd about this remark, but Mira said nothing. He couldn't put a finger on it, but Dorian's actions had seemed... well, off ever since he had made the deal with Altair. "...I'll try my best," he replied, puzzled.   "Good." Dorian smiled softly, sitting up again, his hand accidentally brushing against Mira's as he did so. "I'll be glad to hear it when you do."   Mira started when Dorian's hand brushed his. His thoughts were getting more confused by the second. "Yeah," he murmured, trying to think of what could be causing Dorian to act so strangely.   Standing, Dorian said, "Shall I leave you to rest some more, then? I want to have a bath, anyway."   "Sure. I guess... I'll just nap again, or something. I really shouldn't be moving around much..." Mira replied, lying back and trying to make himself comfortable. Dorian walked off to the bathroom, looking back at Mira over his shoulder for a moment before closing the door behind him.   Mira couldn't fall asleep again, no matter how hard he tried. Something about Dorian's earlier behavior was bothering him. Those few times they had touched had been electric; Dorian's blushing had added to the confusion. 'What's wrong with him?' he wondered, puzzled. 'That's not like Dorian... he's not the touchy-feely type, so why's he getting that way with me? I've never had anyone act that way towards me,' Mira thought, his eyes opening and focusing on the ceiling. 'It's almost like... like the way a parent cares for a child, or a husband for a wife... But that can't be it. He can't possibly feel that way! Dorian and I are best friends, but I don't think I like the idea of us being that way.' He bit his lip, another thought coming to him. 'Or maybe I do... but not completely?'   "No, that just isn't right," Mira said aloud, rolling over to face the wall. "I can't feel that way. He's my friend... and a boy, for that matter! Imagine what the teachers would say. I must have gotten knocked for a loop when Altair beat me up..." He blinked, uncomfortable with these new feelings that were overwhelming him.   Mira blew a bit of hair away from his face, sighing. "I just don't know what to think... Right now, all the emotions are mixed up inside me. Everything that's happened, all those feelings... they're swirling inside."   He sat up with a sigh, reaching for the night table. He opened the drawer, pulling a loose piece of ribbon from it and beginning to braid his hair. When he finished, he went to search for some fresher clothing, more to keep his mind off his feelings than to get into something cleaner.   ******   After closing and locking the bathroom door behind him, a thought entered Dorian's mind. 'I think I've finally figured it out. Why I'm feeling weird around Mira so often...' he thought, stripping his clothes off. 'I like him as a friend, but I think now... I might like him as more than that.' Dorian paused, just the thought heavy enough to freeze him temporarily. 'I don't know why, but that's what I feel. There's no other explanation,' he thought, moving again and turning on the warm water in the tub. He let the tub fill more than halfway, then slipped in slowly. 'I don't think there's another person I could love, anyway.'   Dorian closed his eyes, letting the feeling of the warm water surrounding him sooth him. 'Ah, that feels good...' he thought as he let his short purple-black hair sink into the water. 'Water is soft as well. So many soft things around this place. The water, the bed...' He smiled to himself, unconsciously lowering his hand in the water. '...Mira.'   Dorian could hear Mira's voice through the bathroom door, but the words were muffled, and Dorian's smile only glowed more as he let the voice of his friend drift through his ears. 'I don't care what anyone else thinks. You can't choose who you fall in love with. I just happened to fall for Mira,' he thought, hand settling low on his stomach as he soaked.   'And I don't regret it. Along with being nice, he's just so damn beautiful. He probably doesn't even know just how hot he is,' he thought, his fingers trailing slowly down his stomach through the warm water. 'Even if he isn't blessed with magical talent, he needs to see that he has many other qualities. Enough to attract...' Dorian's train of thought was interrupted as the tips of his fingers brushed against his length, which was already a bit stiffer than it normally was. Dorian paused, thinking for just a few moments. Finally, he reached down further. 'What the hell,' he thought taking himself in his hand, imagining that his green haired roommate was there overtop of him, naked and holding his hardness.   'Gently. He would do it gently, like he does everything.' And so Dorian in turn squeezed himself gently, a soft "mmm" in the back of his throat as the imaginary Mira leaned closer, a loving expression on his face.   "Do you like that, Dorian?" the dream version of Mira asked, smiling softly at him. He stroked a thumb over Dorian's tip, sighing.   "Mm, yes..." Dorian moaned softly as he let Mira stroke him. "Yes, I like that... I like that a lot!" He took deeper breaths, the stroking and squeezing becoming more insistent. "So good, Mira..."   Mira shook his head with a soft laugh, looking lustily at Dorian with one eye hidden behind his hair. "I know I can do better," he chuckled, sliding forward onto Dorian's hips so that his roommate's erect member was centimeters from his hole. He reached down, gently tickling along the length with his fingertips.   Dorian chuckled, arching his back as his head supported the rest of him against the edge of the tub. "Oo, that tickles, Mira," he whispered, grinning up at Mira with lustful eyes. "But we've had our fill of tickling today, haven't we? Let's try something a bit more... fun."   "What did you have in mind?" Mira asked, biting his lip to hold back a gasp as Dorian's length momentarily bumped against the sensitive skin around his hole.   "Hm, something to do with moving that tight ass of yours downward a little more," Dorian breathed, licking his lips in anticipation.   "It won't hurt, will it?" Mira asked softly, leaning forward with wide, childish eyes. "You know I don't want it to be painful... it ruins the fun."   "This is all a dream, remember?" Dorian said, though the words meant little in his mind now. All he cared about now was Mira, whether imagined or real. "It won't hurt if we don't want it to..."   His roommate nodded, leaning back with his arms in the water. He gently pushed his hips forward, Dorian's cock sliding slowly inside of him. He moved his hand down, stretching his small entrance with his fingers to allow all of Dorian's length to slip inside.   Dorian threw his head back, gasping from pleasure as both his hands... Mira's hole, he mentally corrected, pushed forward, enclosing it all as far as it would go. "Oh gods, Mira..." he whispered as he began pumping his cock back and forth inside of dream Mira, thrusting it in and out faster and faster the more times he did it.   Mira turned his head, eyes closed. He gasped in pleasure, his hand growing wet, both from water sloshing about as he moved and from the thin dribble of cum beginning to run from his hole. He shifted forward and back on top of Dorian, moaning. "Dorian... oh, Dorian, please..." His expression brightened as he moved, caught up in rapture.   "M-Mira..." Dorian gasped, feeling himself ready to come in full force at any moment.. In and out, in and out, his breathing and thrusting went in seemingly perfect unison, growing faster and harder still. Finally, he cried out in ecstasy as he burst, hot seed filling Mira... then his hands... and finally the water in the bathtub. There was no Mira anymore, Dorian's eyes simply staring out at a blank white wall, still holding his cock firmly in his two hands.   There was a hesitant knock at the door a minute later, and the sound of someone leaning against the wood. Mira's voice filtered into the bathroom. "Dorian? Are you almost done? You've been in there for more than an hour... Are you okay?"   Dorian was silent for several moments before he answered. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just enjoying... soaking. Yes, soaking. The water is just so nice to lay in, I lost track of time!" he called, moving away from the white liquid that was beginning to fill the entire tub, beginning to drain the water before much got onto him. "I seem to have soaked for so long that the water isn't really good for cleaning up in anymore. I'll just take a quick shower and be out in a jiffy, okay?"   "Okay," came the slightly puzzled response. "Just hurry up, okay? It's getting rather boring out here with no one to talk to."   "Sure..." Dorian said, turning on the showerhead and sighing. 'I would give anything to make that fantasy a reality,' he thought wistfully, quickly washing up with soap and rinsing off, which took all of about five minutes. In another five minutes, he was toweled off and dressed, and he opened the bathroom door, smiling. "Sorry to take so long. I thought you had fallen asleep, so I didn't think that you would mind."   "I couldn't sleep," Mira explained, smiling weakly. "I was... well, I've had a lot on my mind. You know what I mean..." He walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge.   "Yeah, I know," said Dorian, sitting on the edge of his own bed not a couple of meters away from Mira's. He looked out the window casually, commenting, "It's getting darker. I think I'm going to hit the hay early tonight."   "I should try to sleep, too," Mira replied, falling onto his back on the bed. "No matter how long it takes, I need to try to relax."   Dorian nodded, reaching over to the dresser next to his bed and pulling out a pair of pajamas. "Good thinking. As long as you relax, you should feel better, even if only a little," he said, quickly stripping out of his clothing and beginning to pull on the pajamas.   "I can only hope," Mira said, not bothering with nightclothes. He simply wriggled under the sheets, facing the wall again, and squeezed his eyes shut.   Surprisingly, Dorian found that drowsiness was finding him quite easily as he closed his eyes, pulling up the covers around himself. "Good night, Mira. Sweet dreams."   "G'night," his roommate muttered, curling into a ball under the sheets.   Dorian yawned, sleep taking more and more hold on his mind until he finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber.   Mira stayed awake for a few more minutes, his thoughts still whirling in his head. However, after a short time, he too fell asleep despite his body's best efforts not to.