day 5 - sorcery [Huey x Rei] 18+
Warnings: very spicy + non-con tickling + extreme cringe + didn't proof read + will rewrite later
A/N: characters prompted by lovely @lovelynim. fabi didn't request the plot, so don't fight her. it is i who is sick. also it was the hardest thing to write, because those two have MINIMAL canon interaction. if they're too OC, don't spank me, i warned
Word count: 3.7k
Wandering around the estate out of boredom, Eiden snagged a plate of velvety peaches from the kitchen and headed towards Rei's research room to distract the ever-busy friend for a bit.
Quietly opening the door and stepping inside, Eiden barely suppressed a cough from the dust. Rei really was like an owl, holed up in an old hollow. Spotting the master of the dusty kingdom himself at the writing desk, the young man tiptoed up behind Rei and lightly scratched the back of his neck with the very tips of his fingers.
Rei swiftly caught Eiden's hand and slapped it down onto the desk, causing the latter to start and sneeze as he was enveloped in a rising cloud of dust.
"Woah!"
"Don't do that," Rei said without malice, immediately releasing the hand and giving it a slight pat by way of an apology.
"...You're too gentle. It's annoying."
"Really? Annoying you seems to be much easier than I thought..." Eiden gave a good-natured chuckle and placed the plate of peaches on the desk as a substitute for a greeting, hinting to his friend that he should take a short break.
"It tickles when you do this," Rei clarified after a pause, glancing at Eiden from the side. "And reminds me of him."
"Of him?" Eiden asked, purely for formality's sake, as he opened the window to air out the room. From Rei's tone he could already guess who he meant. "Do all my actions remind you of someone?"
"No. Only the idiotic ones."
Eiden rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly and took one of the peaches intended for Rei, starting to eat it.
"I didn't even know you were ticklish. Especially to such a light touch."
"You know I'm not fond of all this softness."
"But this has some backstory to it, right?"
The man sighed, picked up a cup of long-cold coffee, and leaned back in his chair, recalling how the last such distraction from his diligent work had ended...
<...>
"Rei. Tear yourself away." The voice from the darkness called out in an even tone, with a palpable note of sternness. Rei generally found it difficult to read his mood, but in moments like these, one could expect anything.
Reluctantly tearing himself away from the book, Rei obeyed. All the clan members had been asleep for a long time already, so the young man was thoroughly enjoying his solitude in the quiet of the night library. This peace spurred his concentration to find a cure for his affliction, to escape from under Huey's crow's wing. Who was often so light in reminder...
"Still trying to find what doesn't exist?" the sorcerer sauntered to the table and leaned over the seated young man. "You're tired. Cease this meaningless waste of time and go to bed."
What was this? Feigned empathy? Huey was a stranger to the feeling of physical fatigue.
"It's not for you to decide when and where I go." Rei himself hadn't expected he'd just dared to say that. Probably, sleep deprivation really was getting to him. Huey shot him a sharp glance.
"As long as you are under my tutelage, you are obliged to obey my directives. You will be far more useful with a full energy reserve."
'How consumerist,' Rei thought with a touch of irony. "I didn't choose you as my mentor."
"Oh, but you did. I offered you a choice, and you made it yourself," the truth parried mercilessly, served with a smirk. Arguing was foolish.
"Now, let's go." Huey gave Rei's back a slight push with his cold hand, hinting now not at sleep, but at some dubious joint activity. Rei squirmed.
"Not tonight, Sorcerer. I am close to a breakthrough and I don't want to lose the moment."
"You have great ambitions." Huey frowned, turning away somewhere to the side. "...And you were always stubborn. A stubborn one like you ought to know how to keep your ambitions on a short leash, not let them consume you whole. Perhaps, losing control sometimes would do you good."
Huey paused.
"...I could help you with that."
Rei quizzically arched a brow.
"Sorcerer, what do you mean?"
"Your thirst for knowledge is drowning out your human side. And I could help you uncover both."
Rei narrowed his eyes slightly and arched his brow in doubt.
"If you truly want to help me – lift my curse."
"You always demand the impossible, like a petulant child," Huey let out a quick exhale, and a shadow of disappointment flitted across his face. Their interactions always came down to this. And Huey? No, he was in no hurry to help. He wanted to test this boy, to probe his resilience. "Let's make a deal: if you prove to me that your will is strong, I will give it a thought."
Rei felt his patience beginning to wear thin. "You'll give it a thought? Damn it, if it's within your power, then just give me what I ask for. I'm tired of your games!"
In a fleeting surge of emotion, Rei tried to get up, but he was already unable to: one quick snap of long, icy fingers shackled the researcher's wrists and ankles to the chair. Bewildered, the young man jerked, and with a creak, the chair was about to topple backward had Huey not caught the shackled figure by the strap.
"It's time to teach you a lesson in obedience. We'll also see if your abilities are worthy of my attention. The magic of dispelling I taught you should help to escape this trap. If you can, you'll take a step closer to being rid of your affliction."
Rei stared dumbfounded at the sorcerer holding him. He wanted to protest again, but the cards weren’t stacked in his favor, and he knew when to shut up better than anyone else. The young man swallowed.
"And if I fail?"
"You'll have to." Once again, he left him no choice. Huey smiled charmingly, but in the light of the lone candle, that smile on his pale face seemed almost lifeless.
With a slight tug, Huey righted the chair with its prisoner, making sure it wouldn't fall. Rei frantically assessed his situation, his brows drawn together, his gaze uncharacteristically perplexed for someone of his exceptional intellect. He jerked a couple of times, testing the wooden manacles that had grown from the chair, ensnaring his wrists and ankles, but only found himself shackled tight. Was this really the trap he was supposed to escape from?
Well, if he put his mind to it, this was quite manageable, especially considering that Huey would soon grow bored of watching and leave the library, thus removing another distracting factor. But Rei didn't suspect that the sorcerer's very presence wasn't even a fraction of that distraction.
Another snap of fingers.
Rei glanced at the face of the man standing before him; it was serene. Meanwhile, a faint mist began to form around him, born from that very snap. Within seconds, the mist began coalescing into distinct clots of energy, which in turn transformed into dozens of small hands.
Hands?.. So many of them? What the hell?!
Rei tensed up and looked questioningly at Huey. The latter immediately caught the silent question.
"If we don't add some weights, you won't put in the effort. Let's start small..."
With a lazy wave of his hand, the man directed the gathered swarm of phantom hands towards Rei.
Devoid of physical form, they easily passed through his fitted clothing, wandering chaotically over the seated man's body. Their pressure on his skin was soft, caressing, though not entirely coordinated, as if they were tuning up for some impending task. This evoked in Rei a feeling of confusion and even embarrassment. He had expected at least instruments of torture, for he knew perfectly well what inclinations Huey had, despite his ever-calm, beautiful face. But these were merely ghostly palms which, while distracting, weren't exactly unpleasant. Rei reluctantly admitted to himself that he had long since grown accustomed to much harsher and more numerous touches on his body.
"What is this... Is this your test?"
"Don't worry. I respect you enough not to make the task too easy."
Another snap, and the peacefully wandering hands went on the attack! Rei's eyes flew wide open like windows from a gust of wind. The flock of phantom instruments scurried over his tense body in a rampage, their small, cool fingers rapidly skittering here and there. There were so many of them, far too many, and they had no purpose other than to hastily explore every inch of Rei's body. It became a complete minefield, where a pinch in a certain zone would send an electric charge, making the young man tremble and struggle more fiercely against the damned shackles of the chair. This was now a full-blown...
'Tickling?..' Rei couldn't believe it. Of all the possible tricks, this was the one the mage had prepared for him?
His thoughts were jumbled, and the researcher found it difficult to decide what made the task of freeing himself harder: the unbearable itch or the absolute humiliation before the "mentor" who stood opposite him with crossed arms, drilling into him with his gaze and clearly expecting some kind of action by now.
"Ah!" Rei's breath hitched as numerous little fingers kneaded him. "What kind of magic is this?!"
"Absolutely nothing new to you. The question is one of skill. If you haven't yet figured out how I did it, it means your thinking is primitive."
The tiny hands slid between his ribs, pinched the delicate skin on his sides, forcing the victim's body to writhe in a futile attempt to evade. Rei reflexively clenched his limbs, trying to somehow protect himself from the assault, but it was all useless, as the swarm, being immaterial, passed effortlessly through his contortions. Some of the hands settled on his thighs and began tapping a rapid drumbeat against the inner surface, causing Rei's legs to jerk as if in a spasm.
Along the backs of his thighs, from top to bottom, little groups of them scurried swiftly, nimbly skittering with the very tips of their fingers. They sometimes lingered behind his knees and on the soles of his feet, forcing him to drum his heels against the chair legs... So fast, weightless, and excruciatingly ticklish!
Rei squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip painfully, refusing to let himself laugh, whether from not wanting to incur the wrath of the awakened clan members or from not permitting himself such weakness in front of Huey. In fact, even through the veil of welling tears, Rei could discern a sadistic mockery in that deceptively cold face. Huey certainly didn't mind hearing these stifled moans and plaintive grunts as Rei tried to endure the torment. And it wouldn't stop until Rei figured out how to save himself...
No. It was impossible.
"Wait... I'm not ready yet! Stop this!... I... I need to concentrate- Ah!!"
But Huey had no intention of lessening the onslaught. Not a single spot on Rei's body remained untouched by the tickling assault. Yet even in this state, he learned something new about himself. It turned out his ears were exceptionally sensitive.
"How much longer must I wait?" the sorcerer uttered, his tone mockingly demanding.
"Argh!-...Ngh! Grand Sorcerer!... I'm trying, but-" Rei growled and began thrashing his head from side to side, trying to at least somewhat hinder the hands from delving behind his ear canals. They were tickling those very spots that sent shivers running through his body and making everything inside him clench into a tight knot. "This is unbearable! I implore to call off these... creatures. They're exhausting me! Ugh, at least give me a break!..”
Huey silently sat on the table, continuing to watch the torment. In truth, he was surprised by the result.
Rei was a tenacious individual, yet incredibly patient. At some point, Huey himself had begun to think his apprentice would adopt a tactic of endurance, waiting for his mentor to grow bored. And in case of utter intolerability, he would start screaming, admitting his mistake. At least, Huey desperately wanted that, since Rei had never done two things in his presence: never admitted his mistakes, as he was often actually right, and never showed vivid emotions.
Instead, Rei seemed to be taking the trial truly seriously. Yes, the burning flush of shame was evident of how shocked he was by his own susceptibility to tickling. But along with that, the young man once again demonstrated his adaptability to circumstances. Despite the interference, he was straining to cast the spell of neutralization. Huey could see that Rei was capable of it, but such a hindrance made the test shamelessly unfair.
"You think if I go easy on you, you'll manage to wriggle out?" the mage chuckled, but decided to see what would happen with a change of tactics, without making Rei’s problem any less entertaining for himself.
Suddenly, the stream of hands slowed, and their trajectory noticeably changed. They no longer resembled a hellish swarm of bees stinging with tickling. Their movements became methodical, caressing, and to some extent, purposeful. But for Rei, strangely enough, this was no relief.
One pair of hands settled under his arms. Now they were slow, circular strokes that made his nerve endings vibrate from overstimulation. They slid over his sweat-dampened skin, occasionally tracing light nails over the most sensitive area, and Rei shuddered throughout his whole body, emitting a short, breathy whimper.
Other hands glided over his torso and stomach. The delicate tickling didn't bypass his chest, where some of the hands reached his nipples. Playful touches quickly turned into gentle, rotating motions, which instantly sent a wave of heat rolling through his entire body and streaming downward.
Cool, almost tangible fingers slowly, centimeter by centimeter, explored his stomach, descending lower and lower towards his pubic mound, making every muscle in their path contract.
"It seems this pace is more to your liking... Am I right, Rei?"
The researcher answered only with quickened breath, his eyes still shut. Wait a minute... What was happening? Wasn't this the break from the furious assaults Rei had asked for?
Several hands traced a path along his inner thighs, slowly creeping upward until they finally reached their goal. They didn't pounce, no. They began to gently, almost airily, trace the skin where his leg met his torso, lightly brushing against his crotch. A few hands passing by grazed his manhood, already betrayingly stiffened beneath the fabric of his trousers, without any intention of targeting it directly. Each touch was like a tiny electric discharge, making his hips buck forward involuntarily in a futile attempt to get more pressure, more friction, while his mind desperately resisted it.
The researcher no longer felt like laughing, but his moans had taken on a different character. The other hands continued to slowly and tenderly spidering his erogenous zones, eliciting a treacherous pull in his lower abdomen. It was shameful. Terribly shameful. He had truly hoped that slowing these terrible instruments of torture would allow him to concentrate on forming magical energy, but this was one of those rare moments...
Rei realized he was mistaken.
Huey hopped off the table and approached the seated figure. He had noticed how a certain part of Rei's body was beginning to experience obvious tightness in its clothing. But that was no obstacle, as the tiny ghostly fingers could reach any corner of his flesh. With a wave of his hand, the command changed, and now the "assistants" were completely unrestrained. Huey was already thoroughly enjoying this spectacle — the spectacle of his apprentice's stubborn mind slowly drowning in a swamp of bodily sensations he had suppressed for so long.
A couple of hands began to tickle his buttocks. In addition to their affectionate attention to his buns, they crept right into the cleft between them. The tips of the magical fingers glided over his skin, moving from the very bottom upwards, barely brushing the nerve endings around his anus. Rei writhed, puffed, whimpered, and let out hoarse cries from the sheer intolerability of this tickling mixed with anticipation. He was no stranger to rough intrusion and had learned to thoroughly enjoy such things. But you can't change your habits overnight and get used to such tiresome and sophisticated torture!
Breathy “no!..”, that sounded louder than Rei would've wanted, was not even a protest, but an admission of defeat and a suppressed plea, which, as he hoped, Huey would consider and allow him to leave. Without fighting this damned magic or saying embarrassing things out loud.
Meanwhile, dozens of fingers scurried across the delicate skin of his perineum, sometimes speeding up their tickling in that area, sometimes slowing down, as if lazily summoning someone. His pelvic muscles clenched spasmodically, and Rei let out short, suppressed moans, trying to squeeze his thighs together. He actually managed to do so to some degree, but his body's reflexes completely failed to account for the magical potential of Huey's tools, who was softly chuckling at the sight.
"How cute that you're still trying to hide. Couldn't you remember that it's pointless? You always learned quickly before," Huey said, carefully wiping the sweat from Rei’s forehead.
A wave of arousal, shooting straight to the base of his cock, made it twitch slightly, which attracted the attention of the little phantom 'predators'. Due to his tight trousers, he couldn't get fully erect, which only amplified his deplorable state. The magical hands swarmed his entire manhood — his testicles, the tip, and the tense fettered shaft.
Those lower down lightly massaged his scrote, as if trying to "soothe" it, utterly incapable of understanding that the effect was the opposite. Those higher up fluttered like butterflies, inflicting an incredibly light and rapid tickling on the head, which was already beading with pre-cum. His member involuntarily pulsed and jerked in the confined space, creating an unbearable dissonance between the constriction and the inflaming, but such delicate tickling.
Rei's world narrowed to a pinpoint of these overwhelming sensations.
"Have you completely decided to forget about the trial and lose yourself in what you used to do before we met?" Huey jabbed, sharply grounding him with the remark. In truth, the young man couldn't care less about being called a whore like this. What he was experiencing now was beyond comparison to what had been done to him before.
And yet, he didn't want more. It was still agonizing, and he knew perfectly well that at this rate, he would suffer all night without receiving the long-awaited release. These magical, in every sense, hands obeyed Huey, and therefore would show him no mercy.
Rei had to catch his breath and cross the line of his own shame.
"Let me come or let me go. Please, Huey..." he uttered in a strained whisper, looking from under a squint straight into Huey's eyes. "I can't take it anymore..."
In that moment, something switched in Huey. He froze, and with him, the phantom hands stilled, which in itself twisted the knife of suffering for Rei, even if the intensity had lessened. The researcher couldn't explain what had happened (not that he could form a coherent thought anyway), but in that instant, he saw something truly alive in Huey's eyes for the very first time.
As a matter of fact, this was indeed the first time Huey had seen Rei in such a state. Open, vulnerable, submissive... And for the first time, his eyes were brimming with the turbulent emotions Huey had so sorely lacked.
After all, Rei was the only one among all the clan members who pushed him away, who allowed himself to show detachment and indifference towards him. To some degree, the mage wanted to touch the very core of his apprentice's essence. To forge a connection. To feel the closeness he had long since forgotten how to form, due to his own twisted long-living nature. But was this what he had received just now?
Huey lowered his wide eyes, covering his face with one palm. His other hand slowly drifted down, also to conceal something. A moment later, the sorcerer snapped back to himself and found the exhausted studying gaze upon him. Rei was clearly tired, but for some reason, looking at his narrowed eyes, Huey felt as if he had been caught at something. Or was it just his imagination?
With a sweep of his cloak, Huey left the library without a word, disappearing into the shadows just as he had first appeared within them. The magical bindings retracted back into the chair, the mischievous hands vanished as if they had never been. Rei had no intention of pondering what had just happened; he rested for a couple of minutes, then hastily gathered his things and extinguished the candle. After this night, he would be catching up on sleep for a long time, at least knowing that another Huey's trial had been passed.
<...>
"R-Really?! He would do that?"
Rei nodded. Father did the same.
The plate that once held peaches was now filled with nothing but pits, the handiwork of a single person. What struck Eiden most about the story wasn't the event itself, but the ease and details with which Rei was recounting it.
"No one has ever told me about... that particular proclivity of Huey's."
"He's difficult to understand and nearly impossible to anticipate. You of all people should know that."
Eiden scratched his chin, nodding slightly. That individual was indeed extremely multifaceted. Being surprised by such things was probably in poor form by now.
"Ahh, I can imagine how hard it was for you. You know my patience, I definitely wouldn't have been able to endure it."
"And where would you have gone?" Rei remarked with a smile.
Indeed.
"At least I discovered something about myself I didn't know before. So, if you want, we can train you together." Rei rose from his chair and rested his knee on Eiden's chair between his legs, pulling him closer by the jacket in a flirtatious manner. "We'll also test the limits of your patience while we're at it."
Eiden swallowed but didn't resist.
"Maybe... let's do without testing me?.."
Rei laughed. "Okay, no testing. But I'll make sure that during the process, you'll be begging to give you a thorough examination."
