Stranger
Butch was pissed. Actually he was pissed off, but on this occasion the American version of the term seemed somehow more appropriate.
Bad enough he'd been groped and mauled when they fitted the new fan: at least the wonderful redness of the light made up for some of the insulting treatment he'd received, and the ensuing party had made his fleshy very, very nervous, which made him feel a little better. But this...
He'd done his best, he really had. The moronic fleshies had replaced the drives the wrong way round, but he knew how vital it was for his own fleshie to make those backups - if she couldn't sell the books, she couldn't upgrade her system, and that would spoil his own fun. So he'd been swapping software around, remapping drives, cajoling the programmes to limp along...
But being asked to burn a disc with corrupt data was just too much. If there was any corrupting to do, he'd do it himself, thank you very much! He'd flounced off in a huff, leaving the system to screw itself into the ground.
For a couple of days he hoped he'd got away with it, though he knew at the back of his mind his fleshie would have to do something about the machine. He just hadn't expected to be left with those... those...
He snarled, tail lashing. It was more than a gremlin could be expected to bear. He hurt all over! His dignity was thoroughly bruised. It was going to take something very special for him to forgive the fleshies...
"It's awfully sad. Poor Butch." Carli's wings fluttered for a moment, then settled as she shifted to sprawl on her stomach. At her side Bruce nodded sadly.
"He was only trying to help, too." He rolled onto his side on the thick rug, one graceful hand sliding under silky black hair to support his head on the soft velvet cushion, regarding the winged gremlin thoughtfully. She flushed and averted her gaze: those electric blue, almond shaped eyes always raised a surge of lust. He sighed. "Perhaps... perhaps there's some way we can... help..."
Carli frowned.
"You mean, visit him? Butch doesn't like surprises. Especially not right now. He can react rather... um... forcefully."
One fine, slanted, jet-dark eyebrow rose.
"Oh really..."
Carli nodded sombrely.
"Oh yes."
"Hmmmm..." There was a slight but distinct sparkly stirring in the general area of the djinn gremlin's groin - rather, where his groin would be if it was currently manifested, rather than the gold-glimmering mist Bruce preferred below his waist. Carli giggled.
"Oooh, you like forceful?"
Bruce winked.
"On occasion." He rolled onto his back, leanly muscular arms behind his head, the muted light gleaming on his sky-blue skin and golden arm-bands. "What's he like - when he's not being forceful?"
"Well, he's..." Carli paused, wondering how best to describe the horned gremlin. She shrugged her wings. "He's British. You know. Serious. Takes himself seriously. Doesn't like being told what to do. Makes a good leader, though he doesn't see himself as one, at least, that's how it seems to me. Worries a lot. Gets annoyed quite easily." She lowered her eyes, murmuring wistfully, "Drop dead sexy, too..."
Bruce nodded slowly.
"Suffers from stress."
The sprite paused for a moment, then nodded brightly.
"Yes, that's it! He's stressed. And works too hard - though that's his fleshie's fault, she never stops."
"I see..." Bruce rolled onto his front, resting his chin on crossed forearms, peering up at Carli from under his silky, shaggy fringe. "Most unfair."
Carli pouted.
"Yes. Poor Butch."
"Poor Butch." the djinn echoed, but his expression was distracted. He was silent for a moment, then with a shimmer of golden light manifested a lower body - Carli gulped, eyes widening as ever at the sight of the supple back, long lean legs and deliciously shapely backside - then rose to his feet, hands out the side slightly as he looked down at himself. "Do you think I might be to his taste?"
Carli stared, trying to swallow. She couldn't see how Bruce could not be to everyone's taste, he was perfect, lean, lightly muscular, smooth and hairless... and at his groin, long and smooth and elegantly laid over small, smooth, silky-soft balls, that gorgeous, lustworthy cock. All that came out was a trembling squeak as she tried to reply.
"... ohhhhh yes...."
Bruce smiled impishly, eyes twinkling mischievously from under lowered lids.
"Well, in that case, what's the quickest route to England...?"
Butch had retreated to an ancient, forgotten archive, in a sub-directory so far down he was pretty sure his fleshie would never find it again, especially since he'd moved it from its original sector to the folder the other, male fleshie had named 'accounts': he knew from tracking her keystroke history it would take a major crash to make his fleshie look there.
He was sulking.
His fleshie had a new computer. No, not one he could move into - this was one of those beautifully sleek, portable little things, an all-singing all-dancing laptop. She'd spent the time he was away being violated by strangers customising the thing to her own preferences. But there was worse to come.
It had its own gremlin.
A skinny, strangely shy little thing called Melkior.
And Melkior was very stubborn, and very territorial, and very possessive.
He didn't want to speak to Butch. He didn't want anything to do with Butch. He most certainly did not want Butch even thinking of visiting.
At the moment, the only thing that gave Butch any pleasure at all was knowing that Melkior's keyboard was uncomfortable for his fleshie, and she'd prefer to use Butch's own. Though the thought that he could, possibly, be replaced had come as a shock of major, short-circuiting proportions.
Butch was feeling put upon, and neglected, and thoroughly disconcerted. So disorientated that he didn't immediately notice the subtle and delicious smell of roses that drifted across his sensory apparatus - until a low, soothing voice murmured,
"Am I disturbing you?"
Butch was on his feet so fast Bruce's head spun. The horned gremlin glowered, hands raised defensively before him.
"Who are you?"
Bruce bowed slightly, one graceful hand lightly touching his chest, lips and forehead.
"A friend. One who believes you might enjoy a little... pampering."
Butch scowled, gaze running over the figure before him, reluctantly admitting that the gremlin was... attractive. And apparently non-threatening, given the pretty glittering mist he had for a lower body - not that that fooled Butch for a moment, no gremlin needed to be stuck in one form for any longer than they wished... But he was striking. There was a softness to his expression, more than a hint of sympathy, that Butch found endearing. He growled softly.
"From where?"
Bruce smiled. It was a very beautiful smile, though Butch for the moment ignored the quick tingling surge that sparked through his lower body.
"Your fleshie knows mine. And I believe you have met Carli? Our fleshie acquired a new machine - with me - and Carli has moved in."
Butch blinked.
"You share a computer?"
Bruce bowed, hands out to either side.
"Even so."
The horned gremlin frowned.
"And it works?"
The djinn folded his hands over his abdomen.
"The computer - most assuredly. The sharing - indeed, it is most congenial."
"More than I could do," growled Butch under his breath. He inclined his head. "And you're here to... pamper me? Why?"
Bruce's smile faded.
"We have seen how badly you have been treated. I thought only to provide a little consideration, a little luxury for you."
"How?"
"I am skilled in many ways." He flexed long fingers. "In massage..." he swayed, upper body and arms moving sinuously "... in dance..." he bowed his head, peering up at the horned gremlin through his fringe. "I am here to serve."
Butch gritted his teeth.
"Gremlins aren't servants."
Bruce laughed quietly, revealing a glimpse of perfect pearly teeth.
"Indeed, no! But to comfort and succour each other, at need... Carli tells me you have done so yourself, most nobly, in the past."
Butch growled.
"I had no choice."
"To graciously accept and perform that which must be done when one has no choice is the noblest of deeds."
Butch blinked, then shook his head.
"No it isn't."
Bruce sighed.
"Ah, that great British modesty of which Carli has spoken. It's most appealing."
Butch stared, speechless, then snarled.
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
Bruce pulled himself upright, expression affronted.
"I am not flattering. Simply speaking what most of us feel."
Butch eyed him guardedly for a nanosecond or so - then his shoulders slumped, his head slowly falling forwards.
"If you say so."
Bruce frowned - then moved forwards, slowly and deliberately, until he hovered behind the horned gremlin. Tentatively he raised his hands, lowering them onto slim shoulders and leaning forwards to whisper into one pointed ear.
"Kitling, please... let me... care for you..."
Shivering, Butch cautiously relaxed his habitual physical defence, allowing himself to feel the sensation of warm, gentle hands on his cool skin, for the first time properly appreciating the sweet, deep, delicious fragrance of roses emanating from the djinn gremlin.
For a nanosecond he wondered about the wisdom of this, then remembered the feel of cold, impersonal fleshie hands poking, prodding, yanking - and worse, the warm damp hands wandering through his fleshie's files, diving into what should have been private - dammit, would she never learn to password files properly?! ...
No. He deserved a little... kindness.
"Mmmm...."
Butch stretched a little more and half-opened his eyes, gaze idly drifting over the rich colours with which Bruce had 'redecorated'. The place looked like something out of a romance writer's fever-dream of an Arabian harem, thick oriental rugs, silk and velvet clad cushions, floating translucent draperies, all gleaming in the soft light from the rose-scented candles in tall candelabra. Bruce was perched over his waist, strong, graceful hands working a light, rose-scented oil deeply into the tensed muscle of his shoulders, moving luxuriously slowly down his back... Oh, this felt so good...
Bruce leaned forwards, planting a kiss between the horned gremlin's shoulderblades.
"You are pleased?"
"... yes..."
Bruce beamed - and metamorphosed the cool mist of his lower body into long, lean legs, sitting gently back on the horned gremlin's buttocks and reaching back to stroke his tail.
Butch shivered, glancing over his shoulder: the soft heaviness of the djinn's genitals against his lower back was intriguing. And arousing. It had been a long time...
He wriggled, shifting his swiftly-hardening (virtual) penis into a more comfortable position, and Bruce moved down to sit on his thighs, gently cradling the long, quivering tail against his own face as one hand rested on the upper slope of a lean buttock. Butch sighed and pressed up against the hand as Bruce kissed his tail, teasing long fingers through the silky tuft at the end.
"You are pleased with me?"
Butch's lips quirked, tail coiling around the djinn's forearm.
"You'll do."
Bruce hesitated for a second, then smiled tentatively.
"Good..."
He teased a finger down the smooth skin between Butch's buttocks, gently stroking the port he found and lifting his body a little so the horned gremlin could spread his thighs - then settling back down and leaning forward, erect cock resting along the crease. He stroked a pointed ear, grinning to himself as the tail tightened around his wrist. He wasn't sure of Butch's preferences - Carli had suggested that he didn't mind either way, but the sprite tended to become a little tongue-tied when talking about other gremlin's intimacies, so he didn't want to take anything for granted - but thought the horned gremlin was relaxed enough for him to risk the suggestion.
"May I...?"
In answer Butch rolled onto his back and stretched his arms over his head, half-closed golden eyes glittering, and Bruce swallowed. What was it the sprite had said? Ah yes - 'drop dead sexy'. Yes, he could understand that, with the lean blue body laid out beneath him like some sort of delicious, exotic offering. He stroked the length of the sturdy (virtual) penis, fondling the heavy silver ring through the tip, and Butch's eyes closed as a ripple of pleasure flowed through him.
Bruce shifted to kneel between Butch's legs, eyes fixed on that inviting, glittering port as the horned gremlin spread his thighs wide, tail-tip tickling the djinn's backside. With a long, ragged breath and considerable restraint, Bruce slowly eased into the lean, electrifying body.
Butch moaned, neck arching back as he was filled, the djinn's cock stroking across his internal ports, arcing bursts of pleasure tingling through his entire body, Bruce's arms holding him close, soft lips on his throat. Then he tensed, his eyes flashing open in alarm as... something... cool and sparkling wrapped around his (virtual) penis. Bruce nibbled his ear.
"Don't be alarmed. Enjoy."
"What...?"
Bruce raised himself slightly, so Butch could look down, eyes widening at the sight of something vaguely translucent, cordlike, sparkling, encircling his genitals and twining through the ring. It resembled the mist that formed Bruce's lower body when he wasn't in fully human form and was obviously a part of him.
Interesting. And clever, thought Butch. Perhaps it was time for him to learn a few new tricks, too. Although he'd never had any complaints...
Bruce began to moved, thrusting deeply, misty tentacles fondling, and Butch gasped as he came, sparking bursts of electricity across the djinn's twitching cock. Bruce stilled for a moment, allowing him to recover, then thrust harder, sliding his knees under the horned gremlin's thighs and pulling Butch up to sit in his lap. With the horned gremlin's neck arching backwards and soft, heavy white mane tickling his legs, Bruce settled his lips on the firm throat, suckling as he rammed home and came, Butch following him a nanosecond later.
"Oh."
Bruce kissed a long, silvery horn, smiling to himself. Butch was slumped against his chest, trying to catch his breath.
"All is well?"
"Oh yes. You are very... skilled."
Bruce chuckled quietly.
"You are inspiring."
Butch bit a dark blue nipple, then glanced up, frowning, wriggling his hips.
"What...?"
He raised himself a little, gazing down as Bruce's cock slid from him, eyes widening as a thick, sticky liquid oozed from his port.
"What the fuck!?"
Bruce bit his lip, then gently tugged on one of Butch's nipple rings.
"I'm sorry..."
But Butch seemed more startled than angry. He touched the liquid, bringing a little up to his face to examine it. It was viscous - almost a gel - and smelt of roses. And it was pink. He eyed Bruce with bemusement, and the djinn blushed, lowering his eyes.
"A personal foible."
Personal foible? To ejaculate like a human? Well, yes, that was certainly - quirky. But this - whatever it was - bore no relation to human semen.
"What is it?"
"Attar of roses."
Butch frowned. That sounded familiar.... A quick rifle through his database found the reference, and he snorted, choking down a laugh.
"Turkish Delight? You come Turkish Delight??"
Bruce blushed again, then smiled and licked some of the goo from Butch's finger.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time..."
Butch risked a taste himself, inclining his head. Sugary, rich and delicious... He eyed the djinn, who had taken his finger into a warm mouth and was sucking the last of the sweet from his skin in a most distracting manner.
"Just as well I'm fully insulated."
Bruce nodded gravely.
"But I made sure the ingredients are compatible with our bodies - and our machines. I wouldn't risk causing you pain or damage, kitling."
Butch smirked.
"Glad to hear it." He glanced down at their lower bodies, noting that Bruce was erect again.
Good. He knew from his fleshie that Turkish Delight was a satisfying thing to eat. And while he preferred being sucked to sucking, he'd be happy to make an exception in this instance...
Bruce moaned, collapsing back against the cushions and gripping the long cold horns as Butch took his cock into a cool, sparkling mouth. He'd repay the favour later - he was curious to know how Butch tasted - but for now... Electric blue eyes closed in rapture as a long, rough tongue wrapped itself around his cock, strong thin fingers fondling his balls and exploring his own port, and Bruce slumped bonelessly on rich velvet.
Later he'd introduce the horned gremlin to the pleasures of being bathed...
© 2005 September 24th Joules