A gift for Christmas or the jokes of the Gods

Large flakes of snow were falling from the sky, promising to turn into a blizzard in a few hours. The sun was blinding people, making the white snow even whiter and forcing them to squint their eyes in an attempt to escape the bright light. There was a young boy walking down the street, not even 20 years old in appearance. His long hair was blue-black in color, gathered into a neat ponytail. Warm light green jacket, white hat and scarf. For as long as Helia could remember, he’d always been a frostbite, able to freeze even on a summer evening. And he had never been cold… People are hustling and bustling, running from store to store in anticipation of Christmas. Some people didn’t have time to buy presents, and some just decided to spend all their money on it. Helia was glad to have a day off, of which there are only a handful in the last year. The Winx had defeated another villain. Specialists are on hand as always, the girls are getting stronger every day. And they continue to risk their lives and get into trouble because of Bloom and her reckless actions. More than anything in the world, he wants to see him… Not a day goes by without thinking of him. It’s been five years… FIVE FUCKING YEARS since he’s been gone! Helia remembers that day to the point of nausea, the nice weather and the Greatest Dark Mage with whom Helia was practicing a recently learned spell. When did it all go wrong? When he first encountered the man in Solaria. He still remembered how that look had seared into his soul, how those facial features he couldn’t forget. How much paper was ruined while Helia tried to perfect the portrait. The next encounter was on Eraklion in the labyrinth, when they were fleeing from guards sent by a distraught prince. It was then that Helia realized that all his portraits would never equal Valtor himself. He thundered about him in dreams and in reality. The next time, Valtor himself came to him. At one point he just appeared in his room at the Red Fountain. And then he thanked the heavens that he lived alone. Helia never thought to draw his weapon, panic or call for help. All he said at the time was: “Can I paint you?” And the portrait was so beautiful that Helia couldn’t take his eyes off it, not believing that he had drawn it. Valtor liked it. But it still didn’t compare to the original…. After overcoming the “last frontier” they became on equal footing, not in front of others (although no one knew about their relationship, no one could think that they even knew each other), but in front of each other. If before Helia couldn’t afford to lean on him or burst into his office without knocking, then now he had clearly introduced into their complex relationship such a concept as “common space”, in which there was not even the slightest corner of “personal” was given to them. Not that Valtor was particularly opposed to it, but he was still in the habit of thinking about some important matters alone, in peace and quiet, and the latter did not fit with the fact that he and Helia rarely saw each other. The only thing left to do was to accept the inevitable. Their relationship not only reached a new level, but also continued to develop on a rolling basis. It was not so much frightening as unnerving in its unpredictability for the magician, who over the past months had begun to get used to the fact that everything could turn upside down quite easily, but he had no sympathy for the unexpected steps of fate. It would have been better if Helia had kept calling him “My Prince”. Because now that he was stretching the name “Valtor” into syllables, the mage himself didn’t know whether he liked it or not. In fact, it was quite good, at least everything should be called by its proper name. And this was a sign that the Prince of Darkness was finally no longer perceived by his fate as a distant object that had somehow achieved unprecedented power. No, Helia didn’t look him in the mouth, but looked at him in admiration, just recognized him as much older and more experienced, yes, even stronger, in a way. And loved to draw him, every portrait the mage liked, but the specialist all thought it was not perfect, that never matched the original. The amount of tactile communication and expression of feelings due to the “shared space” had reached its maximum. And it seemed that Helia’s embrace, for which Valtor gathered his feelings every time, was not enough. He had to poke his nose into her neck, kiss her wherever he could, though he hadn’t gotten to her lips yet, and not let her go for a long time, especially in the evening, when one was resting from studies, training and endless missions, and the other was resting from the pesky winks who poke their noses into other people’s business. Who kissed whom first, it was possible to argue forever, because, previously afraid, they had gained an inordinate confidence that such a relationship they really needed, so the main issue was the fact that both of them were strong and did not intend to obey. The eternal struggle for dominance was inherent in all those who loved each other, and there was nothing surprising about it. One of them had to step forward, while the other had to stay back and admit defeat. Valtor, who was used to stepping in the front ranks, thought it was his duty to step forward, while Helia, who had been doing nothing but retreating backwards under a whole host of circumstances lately, was adamantly against it. As silly as it sounded, they shared a step, making a half step. After which they invariably bumped foreheads and laughed at the fact for a long time. Who said that people in love necessarily act like idiots? It did not matter, the main thing was that he was right. The Prince of Darkness had never felt like such an idiot before in his life. It was just that in their case it took the most acute form. One didn’t want to recognize the other as stronger, despite all the titles he had. They were simply dismissed as the most useless and empty words in the world. In fact, Valtor should have guessed from the very beginning where everything could lead, instead of mindlessly watching everything that was going on. Then… Ah, it would still be the same! Because it was impossible to do otherwise with Helia, not in their confused case. Maybe a specialist in the gods' plan was constantly bumping into Valtor wherever he could. Here’s seriously, the higher powers really liked to have fun, especially using some of their knowledge of the future. Everyone likes to be a kid and giggle on the sidelines at such a terrible joke. Only such a version did not like the demon from the word “at all”. The mage strongly disliked when he was joked about, although in life such suicides he met quite rarely, on the fingers of one hand can be counted. Well, he was also to some extent a “god” among the Magix, so it can be discarded and safely say that no one risked making fun of Valtor, except the gods, who could not be frightened by a lean face and a good portion of spells. The events that followed could be described by the phrase: “And two lonelinesses met.” Many people know that once you have something particularly important, you don’t want to let it go a single step away from you. Valtor with this weakness of his tried to fight, which eventually led to imminent disaster. Of course, it was no more his fault than Helia’s, but the responsibility he had developed over the course of a long life did not agree with it. “And two lonelinesses met, only to immediately part.” Waking up from happily bitter memories, Helia didn’t notice how he reached the house. He sighed sadly at the memories that had accumulated, and walked into the house. Today was Christmas Eve, a family holiday all his friends were with their families. His grandfather celebrated the holiday every year with his principals and part time friends Faragonda and Griffin. Helia has been living alone for an extended period of time. Since weekends are rare, he would like to make the most of them by sleeping, and he is not bothered by the fact that it is around noon. Sleep is the one thing he’s been missing lately. And he had practically learned to sleep on any surface, horizontal or vertical. When he went into the bedroom and threw off his clothes, he was glad to be asleep.

***

It’s warm. It feels so good. It stung… Why did his wrist sting so much, in the same place where his mark was. Snapping out of his reverie, Helius noted that it was already evening. The noise from the street had almost died down, the sound of leaves barely coming through the closed window (it seemed to be fully open), the quiet rustling of pages. Stop! Pages? Helia turned around at the sound and stared wide-eyed at the man sitting in the armchair, who clearly shouldn’t be there. In the corner of the room, a man with long blond hair in a low ponytail and a book in his hands sat in a chair. He was staring at the book, clearly uninterested in what was happening. When he heard a rustle, he looked up at Helia. Helia had forgotten how to breathe. Now his destiny was sitting in front of him, the one he had dreamed of all these years, the one who was dead…. -Are you going to sit there? — He asked, a smirk playing on his lips and a twinkle in his eye. -How is that possible? — Helia tossed the plaid aside and stared as if it were a mirage, as if he’d lost his mind. His nose stung and he felt his eyes fill with tears. Tears rolled from his eyes in hailstones, and sobs came from his lips. The mage frowned, standing up from his chair he took a few steps to cover the distance between him and Helia. Sitting down on the bed, Valtor wrapped his arms around Helia and held her to his chest. Sobs began to grow into sobs, and the mage put his hands on the specialist’s waist. -This isn’t a dream…-Helia whispered half-questioningly into the mage’s chest with a voice full of hope and despair. -How much? — whispered Valtor, sensing something wrong. -Five years- -also quietly said Helia, continuing to cling to the demon in fear of losing him once more. The mage froze in a stupor. He had lost then, but it was at that moment, at the moment he was dying that he thought of Gelia. What about him, how was he? And he didn’t even want to think about how his sun would suffer. He didn’t know how he was resurrected, who did it and why, maybe again the Gods' tricks? But now sitting and hugging Helia sobbing on his chest he realized that he had been gone too long, he had left his Sun alone for a long five years. Hugging Helia tighter he began to stroke his back in soothing motions and pressed his lips to the top of her head. -Valtor -Shh, I’m here Amore. It’s okay now for sure, let’s you calm down and tell me what has happened over the years? -Emotions began to fail him again and Helia wiped his tears with the back of his hand and nodded.

***

Valtor was in a bit of shock. So much had happened while he was in the nothingness, so much had happened with Helia. After hearing this, he began to fight the urge to grab the specialist in his arms and shut him away from the world. Helia himself despite the fact that he had gotten some sleep, fell back into slumber. First because of his lack of it, worry and fatigue, and second from shock. Valtor did not go anywhere he sat on the bed and served as a pillow for the young man who had fallen asleep. The specialist clung to him in his sleep not wanting to let go. Helia squirmed, opening his eyes, waking up. -It wasn’t a dream, was it? -No, I’m not going anywhere else, I promise. Helia sighed more calmly, he would need time to get used to it, and hopefully they would have plenty of it. -I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, I could eat an elephant- Helia intertwined their fingers together and began to stroke the mage’s knuckles. -I agree with you, I haven’t eaten anything in five years- The mage only grinned when he was shoved lightly in the side. Helia went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and the mage decided to meditate and think about the reason for his resurrection, because nothing in the world happens for nothing. While cooking dinner, Helia suddenly thought that he hadn’t felt so happy in a long time. Maybe there is a destiny after all? Maybe the higher powers that Valtor constantly mocked existed and they decided to have mercy on him and grant him the most precious thing that was once in his life. When dinner was ready, Helia followed the mage. Upon entering the room he saw Valtor sitting on the bed in a meditative pose. The small lights rippled slightly, disturbed by the breeze coming in from the ajar window, and plunged him into a much-needed state of indifference to everything around him. The important thing is to continue to keep watching them. Sometimes it was really worth it to be patient and sit like that, clearing your mind of all sorts of worries. -Dinner’s ready -Mgm Helia smiled a slight smile and went to blow out the candles the mage preferred to light before meditating. The wicks of the blown out candles blew streaks of smoke into the air, which did not fail to fill his nostrils, causing Helia to squint amusedly. Valtor smiled with one eye open, watching the scene, and pulled the specialist toward him. In two hours it was going to be midnight, and it would be Christmas. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day of learning the ins and outs of being a mentor, and he’d been on vacation for five years. Helia just silently leaned against the mage’s warm side, pensively watching the unblown candles left over from Valtor’s recent meditation slowly burn out. -Let’s go to dinner before it gets cold. -Valtor stood and held out his hand, and Helia grasped it. Dinner passed in silence, each thinking about today. The shock was slowly wearing off and the realization that this was reality was coming. After eating dinner Helia put the dishes away in the sink. Strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. He rested his head on someone else’s shoulder. -I need to go take a shower. -How about sharing? -Valtor watched with a sly grin as Gaelia’s cheeks flushed scarlet.

***

Valtor’s lips dug in hard and deep, immediately entwining with his hot tongue and catching Helia’s ragged exhalation. Biting and sucking until it’s painful and bright red welts appear, which he’s sure to lick up later. The demon runs his lips down to her neck, tracing a wet path along the pulsing vein and the caddy, stopping at the most prominent spot and biting without warning, pulling away the thin skin until a burgundy mark appears. The mage hears a quiet groan in response. - No… marks…” the young man’s lips curtly escaped his lips, to which Valtor gave a low chuckle and left a new bite, enjoying the view as if it were a work of art. — “I’m sorry, little one, this is a request I have to decline,” Helia’s mouth is invaded again, and a sarcastic 'that’s not a request' remains somewhere on her tongue, chaotically intertwined with the stranger’s and slightly failing to respond to the pace set by the Mage. A suppressed squeak escapes from Helia’s chest as strong hands pick him up by his hips pressing him against the cold bathroom tile and forcing his legs around her waist. Valtor squeezed the elastic halves with some force and exhaled raggedly against the other’s neck, his own arousal making itself felt. Helia breathed loudly, fidgeting with her hips, pressing even tighter against the hot body, ready to cum just from the aesthetic sensations. How long had it been since he’d experienced something like this? No one can deliver such sensations to Helia except his soulmate, the one he’s been waiting for so long. The prince continues to kiss the patterns on the specialist’s chest and neck listening to the quiet moans above his ear. Helia finally goes mad, confused by the sensations and swivels her pelvis demandingly, whispering a loud “please”. Valtor clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning out loud. He gripped Helia’s hips, trying to hold them in place: the unbearable excitement was already weighing on his brain, and this bastard was making it even worse. Helia, now so vulgar, lewd, beautiful, in a word — wildly arousing. The mage jerkily turns Helia around backwards, forcing her to arch her back and lean against the cold tile surface. Licking predatorily at the appetizing sight. Deciding not to delay the most interesting part any longer, Valtor brings two fingers to Gaelia’s mouth and presses them demandingly against her plump lips. The specialist looks perplexed at first, but then realizes what is wanted from him and slowly runs his tongue around the other’s fingers, letting them inside. He sucks them forcefully, wetting them with saliva, swallowing his own moans and taking some kind of perverse pleasure. Valtor groans as the nimble tongue pushes his fingers apart, and he can’t stand it any longer, pushing them deeper, eliciting a ragged half-sigh from Helia’s lips. - Enough Valtor circles the tight ring of muscle with the pad of his finger, wet with saliva and the water of the shower still running, massaging it, but not penetrating it, testing both his patience and that of Gaelia. He applies barely perceptible pressure to her anus and hesitates mockingly. Helia hisses, bites her moist lips, and impatiently twirls her ass, eager to get on his finger. As soon as the mage pushes one finger in, a deep moan escapes Helia’s lips. Valtor moves his hand slowly, lazily stretching the tight walls and covering his eyes with pleasure. A second finger is accompanied by a loud hiss from the mage and a whimper from Gaelia. The mage himself is itching to invade the soft, supple body and fuck this boy until his pulse fails. After another moan from Gaelia, Valtor pulls his fingers out with a quiet squelch, leaving him with an aching ass and a strange feeling of unfilledness. - Please…” Helia asks languidly, covering her leaden eyelids and getting lost in the sensations that only his Prince could give him. There is a ringing in his ears, stars running before his eyes, and the knot in his lower abdomen demands release and he twists his hips in impatience, wanting to feel another man’s cock in him. — Hurry, please… Valtor enters sharply and roughly, thrusting full length at once, making Helia choke on her own saliva from the overwhelming euphoria. He grits his teeth and begins to move at a rapid pace, giving him only a few minutes to get used to the new sensations. Valtor falls back to the bare neck in a mad rush of passion, pulling the skin away with his teeth and leaving a new batch of scarlet stains. Helia’s eyes are filled with stars and planets, and her asshole is filled with a throbbing cock, driving relentlessly over the naked lump of nerves. Her mouth no longer moans with sharp cries, but only hoarse whimpers with the incessant “please”. When Valtor once again enters at the base, slamming his balls against her buttocks and clutching her prostate, Valtor makes a couple of jerky movements with his hand on Gellia’s cock, and he cums with a muffled groan, resting his blazing forehead on the cool tile of the shower. Valtor hisses loudly as the already tight walls clamp down on his cock. He can’t stand it and pours right inside of Helia, ending the intercourse with a couple of lazy thrusts. She takes her time pulling away and pulls up to the other man’s flushed nub and bites it. Valtor grinned and turned Helia around to face him, lingering for a second on the hazy dark blue eyes covered in a hazy haze, the scarlet blush that touched the delicate cheeks, and the lips swollen and bitten to a haggard red. Helia is so beautiful now, with that unfocused gaze and quickened breathing, so incredible, that the mage can’t help himself and, sharply covering the other’s lips with his own, roughly pushes his tongue into the hot and inviting mouth. Runs his fingers into the soft blue-black hair, pulling it back a little, and enjoys the quiet whimpers from the younger one. Helia, for her part, tries to keep up with the mage’s pace and responds to the swagger of the kisses, which blows her mind and makes the aching feeling rush back to her groin. -Valtor, put a mark on it -A mark? -The mage didn’t understand what the specialist was talking about at first. Then he remembered that long ago, when they first started dating, the mage had put his mark on him. Logically, it had disappeared with his death. But unlike the others, it didn’t subjugate him, but served as a link. The mage’s hand glowed with a violet haze and the mark began to appear on the specialist’s chest. Helia’s legs went under and Valtor caught it with ease. Coming out of the shower stall he wrapped the exhausted young man in a towel and carried him to the bedroom. Magically dressing him in his pajamas and dressing himself he lay down next to him. Helia nestled against his chest and was already sweetly asleep. Valtor ran a strand of his hair through his hand. Tomorrow they would deal with everything, but for now they were just glad to be together again. Sinking into sleep Valtor allowed himself a smile.

And outside the window, the clock struck midnight, announcing the coming of Christmas.