Part II - The Date
Part II
The Date
Nick woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He opened his eyes, taking stock of his position, and grinned. His nose was nestled in Billy’s hair, the silky locks smelling of oranges and cinnamon, and his hard-on was squeezed between the sexy little elf’s thighs.
It was a good way to wake up.
The knock came again, and Nick wondered who it could be. He slipped his arm out from underneath Billy’s head, careful not to wake him, and left the bed. Not wanting to bother with getting dressed quite this early in the morning, he wrapped a towel around his waist and tiptoed to the door.
“What?” he growled, pushing the door open.
It was Pat. The short little elf looked up at him with wide eyes, wringing his hands nervously as he spoke.
“Good morning, sir. I’m sorry to wake you up.
It’s just that the castle is starting to run low on magic.
I thought we’d have enough to last us another few days, but it looks like Billy’s machine used more than we expected.
We need you to channel more magic into the castle before we can start working today, or we might run out while we’re in the middle of making toys. I’m so sorry.”
Nick ran his hand through his hair, grimacing. He’d hoped to have some time to settle in before he was put to work, but he wasn’t mad. This was his job. He wasn’t going to be an asshole about having to perform the one task that was his sole responsibility.
“Not your fault,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Let me just get dressed and we can get it over with.”
Nick closed the door in Pat’s face without waiting for an answer and made his way back to the bedroom. He picked his suit up off the floor and put it on, pulling on his boots, belt and gloves before heading back to join Pat.
“I’m ready,” he said, stepping into the hall and closing the door behind him. “Lead the way.”
Hopefully Billy would stay asleep until he got back.
Nick wanted to have a nice breakfast with the little elf.
Introducing Billy to kinky sex was all well and good, but Nick wanted more than just sex.
He needed see if he and Billy were compatible outside the bedroom—or playroom, as it were—and the only way to do that was to spend time together.
As they moved down the hall, Pat kept shooting him glances out of the corner of his eye. Nick got the impression that the twitchy little elf was dying to ask him something, but too scared to. It was funny, but he was also curious what Pat was wondering about.
“Something you want to ask me?” he said, raising his brow when Pat shook his head.
“No, sir. Not really,” Pat said, clearly lying through his teeth, speeding up his walk. Nick kept going at the same pace, forcing Pat to slow down when he realized that Nick wasn’t following.
“Really?” Nick asked, his voice low and warning. Pat looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide. He waited until Nick was next to him before speaking.
“It’s just… did you talk to Billy last night? I mean—"
“I did,” Nick interrupted. It was sweet of Pat to be worried for his friend. “I told him that I expect him to warn me next time something like that is going to happen, and that he should consider himself officially reprimanded.”
At least Nick thought that’s what he’d said. He’d been a little busy drooling over Billy to really pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth.
“And that’s… it?” Pat asked. Nick wondered what Pat had thought he would do.
Sure, Nick had intended to rip into Billy and yell at him for making him look like a fool—and for it to serve as a lesson to all the other elves—but with the evening going in a very different direction, he didn’t want there to be even a hint that he had abused his position.
Billy had come to him willingly and of his own power. The last thing Nick needed on his second day was for people to think he’d pressured Billy into doing something against his will as some form of punishment.
“Yes. Billy seems like a very nice young man, and I rather liked him. I look forward to seeing more of him in the future.”
Pat’s face twisted in confusion, and then he gave Nick a look like he suspected Nick was playing some sort of trick on him.
What was it with this castle and playing tricks?
“You do?”
Nick had to force himself not to scowl. “I do. Why? Do you find that strange?”
Pat blanched, and Nick made no effort to mask the stern look on his face. He didn’t like the idea of anyone speaking ill of Billy.
“Billy is great,” Pat said, choosing his words carefully. “Everyone likes him. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you like him too.”
Nick nodded, not sure how he was supposed to take offense. He had no trouble believing that everyone liked Billy. The young elf struck him as being both pleasant and kind, and Nick had no doubt that he had more friends than he knew what to do with.
Nick didn’t have many friends, preferring to go it alone. It wasn’t just that he was an alpha—though that was certainly part of it—but a personality trait that had shown itself long before he presented.
“How often did the last Santa channel magic into the castle?” Nick asked, changing the subject. He had the lingering feeling that Pat’s surprise had more to do with him than it did with Billy, and he wasn’t sure if he was pleased or offended that Pat thought it unlikely that he would like someone.
Pleased, he decided. Nick liked to project an image of ruthless superiority and competence. Being seen as any kind of softie was not part of his plan.
“About every week for the first two hundred years, but these last few decades he was doing it every other day. Are you familiar with the process?”
Nick scowled, mortally offended by the question. He glared at Pat and curled his lip in a snarl. Of course he knew how to channel the magic into the castle. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been made Santa, would he?
“I mean, obviously you know how it works, you’re Santa, but I just mean—"
“Shut up,” Nick barked, making Pat flinch, “I know how it works. I’ve had all the necessary training.”
Of course, he’d imagined himself channeling the magic into Krampus’s mountain rather than Santa’s castle, but the actual process was the same.
“I know, sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that—"
“I thought I told you to shut up,” Nick growled.
There was no getting around the fact that he needed a guide to show him how things were done around the castle, but what exactly would Pat had done if Nick didn’t know how to work the magic?
He was an elf; it wasn’t like he could show Nick how it was done.
“Sorry, sir,” Pat said, sounding very subdued. Nick would have felt bad, if he weren’t so offended.
They walked the rest of the way to the channeling chamber in silence, trudging up the stairs without saying a word, and when they entered Nick walked up to the platform in the middle of the room without even looking at the elf.
The channeling chamber was a large circular room situated in the highest tower in the castle.
It had no windows, the stone walls smooth and polished to a high sheen, but the ceiling opened up like the petals of a flower to expose the room to the night sky.
There was nothing inside the room other than a raised platform and a channeling rod leaning against the wall by the door.
“Wait outside,” Nick said, turning around and getting a feel for the magic. Wild and untamed, he could see it flowing above him like a current in the sky. Reaching up with his mind, greedy and wanting, he grinned at the sheer power of it.
This was raw magic. So much stronger and better than anything he’d trained with. Nick was ready for it.
Stepping off the platform, he grabbed the channeling rod off the wall and held on with both hands. He let his mind reach into the rod. All at once he could feel the magic above pulling toward him, eager to flow through the rod and into him, and he laughed.
The magic might be wild and untamed, but for Nick it would yield. Would submit.
The magic wanted a battle, and Nick wasn’t going to disappoint it. He moved back onto the platform and reached up with his mind, focused and intent, and pulled.
The magic came barreling down from the sky and crashed into the rod, and it took everything Nick had to stay on the platform. He spread his legs in a wide stance and clenched his teeth, his toes curling in his boots at the sheer power he was dealing with.
Closing his eyes, focusing just on the feel of magic flowing through him, Nick forced the magic out of his body and into the castle. It flowed along the walls of the circular chamber, running along the smooth surface too fast for Nick’s eyes to follow, and slowly sank into the castle walls.
Nick sighed, relaxing his shoulders and opening his eyes. The magic was flowing through him, channeled into the castle to be used by the elves that lived there, calm now that Nick had shown it who was boss.
When was he supposed to stop?
Nick could feel the castle reserves filling up, the stones warming and humming with energy, and he knew he could keep filling and filling them until they’d glow with power. But… was he supposed to?
With a grunt of effort, Nick broke his connection to the magic and moved off the platform. He felt alive and energized, the echo of all the power he’d channeled making his whole body vibrate, and he felt like he could do anything. It made his balls feel tight and heavy.
Putting down the channeling rod, Nick groped his cock and squeezed his hard length through the stretchy suit. He couldn’t wait to get back to Billy and fuck the little elf into the mattress.
But Billy’s ass might be too sore, Nick thought, frowning to himself. He might have to make do with Billy’s mouth. The idea, once it occurred to him, wasn’t at all unpleasant.