Mystics and Magics

Mystics and Magics

By: Valandra

Warnings: AU, yaoi, possible yuri, R-rated adult material (citrus), um…..anything else?

A/N: I started this based on a picture formed in my head similar to \"the boy’s\" final position. I never imagined myself writing this type of story (citrus-wise), but I believe it’s turning out fine.

Disclaimers: I don’t own Gundam Wing or it’s charas. Is. I do own any OCs, and the story itself; please don’t take either out out my permission.

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Japanese/English translation of names used:


Senso no Kami/God of War


Un no Megami/Goddess of Luck and/or Fortune---I call her twins, so one Goddess is Luck, the other is Fortune; fortune, as in good fortune, not wealth.

Abdul, head of security for \"A Quality Slaves,\" led the two guards and their charge into a chamber few had seen. The residents were lovers, and had no desire for pleasure slaves or living toys; they were both out on business at the moment too.

Their charge (though Abwas was loath to be seen near him) was a newbie, a fresh catch, with no training; he hasn’t even been tested for rank placement. However, the boy was to be a gift from Senso no Kami-sama, and Abdul had been personally requested to supervise it’s delivery and presentation.

Heaving a low, martyred sigh, he assessed the bed chamber before deciding how best to leave Senso no Kami-sama’s gift. Silently directing the guards to have the boy kneel in front of the bed, Abdul took the wooden ornamented box from the slave that had followed behind them. His job completed, the slave left the chamber and knelt outside the doors, awaiting his master.

Unlocking and opening the box, Abdul took inventory of all contents before turning back to the gift. The boy appeared to be of seventeen yeaand and human no less. The boy had kept his head bowed since Abdul first saw him, Thankfully. He may yet have some potential. If he can maintain this flow of submission, we may yet be saved some embarrassment. With his head bowed, the boy’s golden-brown colored bangs formed a curtain to hide his face from view. His skin was pale, not unhealthy, more like it hadn’t seen sunlight for most of the boy’s life. He had been cleaned and dressed before Abdul came for him.

Mningning for one guard to move out of his way and for the other to hold the open box, Abdul stood before the boy. Still kneeling, the boy was sitting on his knees with his feet underneath him, a hand resting on each leg, fingers spread. Abdul was relieved to find the boy had his knees spread as far as possible, a little over two feet. Bending down, Abdul untied and removed the boy’s only clothing, a basic white loincloth; scarcely a foot in length, it covered both front and back and was tied at the hips with a quarter-inch thick string. The boy’s breath hitched but otherwise remained indifferent to this action. Abdul reluctantly found himself thinking better of the boy. We shall see if it lasts.

Abdul stood and once again looked through the box’s contents. Senso no Kami-sama had picked out most of them, while the few others were mandatory for an owned slave. They were designed to show who the wearer’s owner(s) were. There’s no way all of these can be used for the presentation. Senso no Kami-sama must have meant for them to be used later, if they so wished. Now to decide on what to use; this boy is new, after all. There’s only so much…. Sighing once more, Abdul rooted around the box for what he knew would be used.

He was surprised at the…plainness of the collar. It was nothing more than a black strip of leather, with three metal loops in front. They truly never have taken a slave of any kind! The metal workers didn’t know what kind of symbols to use to mark the boy as belonging to them. Wow…I don’t want to think about the reception of this gift then. Let’s just hurry up and get this done; I want to be out of here before either comes back.

Collar in hand, Abdul raised the boy’s head up, \"This would be easier if you would look up, boy.\" Low and neutral, Abdul’s words had the desired effect. The boy lifted his head up to the pressure of Abdul’s fingers. The fingers quickly fell away once the boy’s eyes were directed on Abdul. The boy’s quality, Abdul realized, was much more than he had originally assumed. Indigo eyes…. No wonder Senso no Kami-sama chose him. His submissive traits, his exotic looks, and the fact that he’s new also means that he is untouched. Indeed, quite a wondrous gift; didn’t realize they were so close….

Shaking off his shock, Abdul nodded at the boy’s compliance and collared him. He had a bit of trouble getting it to lock, having placed it where it belonged at the back of the boy’s neck. And consequently, under the long, thick braid. Abdul did not think about how much trouble it would have been had the hair been loose. All the locks and such on the items were done by magic. The boy’s owners would tune the locks to respond to their magic. Once locked, anybody’s magic could unlock them until they’re tuned to it’s owners. It was rare for humans to have magic; apparently, this one did not. A downfall to these types of locks was they wouldn’t lock if something was between the two connecting pieces…even hair.

Throughout it all, the boy remained still and emotionless. His eyes held a somewhat dazed glint to them, Abdul noticed as he went for the next items, carefully not thinking about it.

More leather, all black. That seemed to be the theme color among the items. Wrist and ankle cuffs, about one and a half-inch in width and a sixth of an inch thick, with simple, thick metallic loops with a one-inch diameter opposite the connecting ends. All the metals, Abdul realized, were colored a dark cerulean, with a black shimmer when the light hit it a certain way.

Similar straps were placed on the boy’s thighs, at hands length from his groin. These had the metal loops both on the inside and outside of his thighs. Again, the boy did as told, silently sitting up on his knees so the leather could be locked. He settled back down at Abdul’s nod.

Seems like such a frivolous use of magic, spelling the leather like this. But most masters aren’t pleased with a chaffing slave, or one with a rash- becomes an eyesore. The metal workers, who also dealt with most all the items in the box, spelled the leather so it was soft, would repel the acid and salt in sweat, and waterproof; but still strong. This way it wouldn’t pinch and chaff, or rub the wearer’s flesh raw.

Abdul next pulled out an elaborate cock ring. The Seven Gates of Hell…but it’s altered slightly. The cock ring (leather) would bind the wearers balls and cock at the base, allowing him to get hard, but preventing him from achieving release. The Seven Gates of Hell did this, but also had seven metal rings to bind the cock, traveling up it’s length. All the rings were attached to form the cock ring by a strip of folded leather starting at the top of the base ring.

This one was altered slightly though; it had an addition. At the very tip of the leather, where the cock’s head would be, there was a piece of thin, flexible, enchanted metal. Abdul could sense the enchantment, and had a pretty good idea what it was. A custom job, if Senso no Kami-sama didn’t make it himself, Abdul thought, slightly awed.

He briefly wondered if the boy would squirm now, or react at all. No response from the boy when he saw the item, nor when it, Abdul’s hands and eyes, moved towards his groin. His back stiffened noticeably, and his arm muscles tensed when he felt hands touching him.

Sliding the boy’s cock through the metallic rings, Abdul carefully locked the leather ring around the base of the shaft and behind the balls. Giving the additional metal piece a hard look, Abdul debated with himself on applying it yet. If it’s what I think it is, it’ll either make him tenser, or make him relax…. …We’ll let it wait till later.

Nodding to himself in agreement with his own decision, Abdul noticed the boy hadn’t responded to his touch. Well, other than tensing. He gave a short sigh. We’ll have to fix that later too.

His attention returned to the box and Abdul hesitated on what to use next. Everything else depends on how the gift is to be presented. Which was left entirely up to me. Abdul felt his apprehension grow as he shifted the items in the box. Show his worth to his new masters, but it should also show the boy what will be expected of him. Give him some preparation for what is to come, while not diminishing the quality of the gift.

A small smile appeared on Abdul’s face as his hand came to a stop on a certain item. A cock gag…. It gave him an idea. Looking through the box, he grinned in triumph when he found what he was looking for. A seven-inch realistic shaped dildo. Pulling it out, he scooted away from the boy a bit, and settled the flat bottom of the dildo on the carpeted floor. I may not think highly of the frivolous use of magic, but my opinions don’t matter. Nor are they enough for me to risk ruining this gift, or angering either the giver or receivers.

At least the boy’s facing the chamber entrance; the bed being to his right, my left is a plus as well. Using a simplified spell of binding, the dildo was firmly in place on the floor, facing up at a slight tilt towards the boy. The magic held it there, leaving no visible signs of its presence; anybody with basic magic ability, and little control, could break the spell.

Next he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps (he decided no piercings; no way of telling if the masters would appreciate such a marking by somebody other than themselves) with a small, short metal chain attached to each. Cautious to avoid the dildo, Abdul moved back in front of the boy. After pinching and pulling on the boy’s nipples to make them stand out, he carefully attached the clamps one at a time. They were simple enough; brand new too, judging from how much effort it took for Abdul to pry them open. U shaped, the loop at the bottom was where the chain link rested. The top parts were covered with rubber, to relieve some of the discomfort, and an herbal adhesive, to prevent the clamps from being pulled off; they had to be pried open. That was the part that clamped onto the nipple.

The boy hadn’t made a sound when Abdul \"played\" with his nipples; he did, however, give a strangled \"neee\" sound as each clamp was attached. Abdul looked up in time to catch a slight draw back of the boy’s lips (like the beginning of a grimace) before the boy’s expression went neutral again. He slipped over to the boy’s left side once he was done.

\"Put your hands on the floor to balance yourself,\" Abdul warned as he placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders, gently pushing him forward: towards the dildo. The boy did as told, silently. Abdul couldn’t see his eyes anymore, and wondered if the boy realized yet what he was expected to do.

Apparently not.

Making certain the boy was balanced on his legs and hands, Abdul removed his hands from the boy’s shoulders and moved his right hand to the back of the boy’s head, the other going underneath the boy’s jaw. \"Open your mouth,\" again with the neutral tone, and he felt the boy open his mouth slightly. With a firm, but not bruising grip on the boy’s jaw, Abdul pushed the boy’s head down onto the dildo. He had to pull the boy’s jaw down a bit when the dildo was stopped by the boy’s teeth. His actions were met with no resistance.

\"Don’t move.\" Abdul ordered, before making certain the boy wouldn’t chock on the dildo. He believed he’d stopped moving the boy’s head with a couple of inches between the dildo and the boy’s throat. He didn’t seem to be having any problems with its position. Taking hold of the chain dangling from the left nipple, Abdul held it’s end to the floor. He was relived to see that it was long enough; the boy would be able to pull back off the dildo a couple inches, but he wouldn’t be able to dislodge it from his mouth. Using the same spell as before, Abdul locked both chains to the floor, going straight down as opposed to an angle.

Sitting back to get a good look at his work, to make sure it came out the way he’d planned, Abdul heaved a resigned sigh. He’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new he’s new, Abdul kept the mantra going, in hopes that his concept of patience wouldn’t be destroyed.

\"Close your lips around it boy, you’re making a mess.\" Using the discarded loincloth, Abdul cleaned the boy’s saliva from the dildo; he was thankful none had gotten onto the carpet.

\"Don’t let that,\" he gestured to the cloth, \"happen again. Swallow around the dildo. It’s something you’re going to have to get used to.\" Shocked that he’d bothered with that last part, it took Abdul a moment to realize the boy had only blinked at him.

\"Do you understand?\" he tried for neutrality, and marginally succeeded. The boy bobbed his head down and back up in acknowledgement.

Despite himself, Abdul found himself smiling slightly at the boy. What is it about this boy; he’s not done anything other than what he’s been told to, and yet I find myself growing fond of him. Not only is that possibly dangerous, it’s also out of character for me. I don’t even know the boy’s name, yet here I am explaining to him like I would my personal charge. Which he’s not. *sigh* Maybe that’s the boy’s overriding quality that made Senso no Kami-sama decide to give him to these two; greater possibility that he’ll be kept.

Abdul quickly turned his thoughts in a different direction, and back to the box. Calling the other guard over, Abdul gave him some orders and a set of chains he’d pulled from the box. Once the guard set to work, Abdul looked for what he’d need next. He selected two balls, one and a quarter-inch in diameter; each had a different symbol, one in red, the other in yellow. Next was a short, wireless, azure…vibrator? Well, that’s certainly one of it’s functions…. He also chose a jar of liquid; some kind of herbal concoction the Wicca healers had created upon somebody’s request centuries ago. Seeing as Abdul wasn’t a healer, he wasn’t sure how it worked, just that it increased the sensitivity of the flesh it came in contact with. They tried to explain it to me once; something about really affecting the nerve endings, not the epad…uh…skin it’s applied to.

The guard informed Abdul he was finished before moving back to lean against the closed chamber doors. Abdul nodded, and turned his attention from his items to the boy. \"You’re going to need to balance without your arms.\" As he stood and positioned the chain that the guard had hung from the ceiling, the boy found how best to balance himself on just his legs. Abdul heard a low, pained sound from the boy during this process. When he looked, the boy had his arms off the ground; just hanging in the air, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Must have pulled up too much, Abdul thought with an internal wince.

\"Lift your hands behind your back,\" Abdul instructed. Latching each loop of the boy’s wrist cuffs to the single chain, he gratefully noted that the guard had indeed been able to position it over the center of the boy’s back.

Making certain the boy was indeed balanced, Abdul moved back to the items he had set aside. Placing the items in the order that they’d be used, he walked behind the boy, and stopped. …And tried to figure out how he was going to do this. \"You’re going to have to move you’re legs too; just be careful to not loose your balance.\" The boy bobbed his head in acknowledgment again, and waited for further directions.

\"Turn your knees inward, until your legs are lined up with the rest of you.\" Abdul waited for the boy to do this before continuing. \"Scoot forward…more…again…stop. Now move your legs apart a bit…good.\" Abdul was about to bind the boy’s ankle cuffs to the floor, when he got an idea. Looking through the box, he smirked when he found what he wanted.

\"Move your feet if you start to loose your balance; otherwise, don’t move unless I press for you too. Understand?\" He waited for the boy’s head to bob, before he mentally slapped himself. \"Nod if you understand.\" The boy’s head bobbed. Very submissive…almost to the point of annoyance….

\"Straiten your thighs; lift your backside up as much as you can.\" Abdul noted that this made the s hes head go down on the dildo a bit; no more than an inch though, so he didn’t worry about it harming the boy. Picking up what he’d pulled from the box, Abdul attached one end to the inner ring of the boy’s right thigh cuff. He pushed that thigh out to the right a bit, pushing the other out to the left a bit too. Keeping an eye on the boy’s feet the entire time. The other end of the obsidian spreader bar in hand, Abdul brought it between the boy’s thighs and, after pushing the left thigh out a bit more, attached it to the inside ring on the final cuff.

Pleased with himself for the sudden inspiration, Abdul backed off to make sure the boy’s balance was in no danger. He then set to work binding the boy’s ankle cuffs to the floor by the ring and magic; he noticed that the boy had moved his knees along with his thighs before.

A flcaugcaught his gaze, and Abdul realized he’d forgotten about the metal attachment on the cock ring. Before, or after…? …I still think it should wait. Moving the boy’s braid from where it had fallen off his back and into his face, Abdul brought it back down to the boy’s neck and over his shoulder. Perfect, that’ll be next. The muses were with him today, for which Abdul was grateful.

Picking up the jar, as well as a thin rubber glove, Abdul stood between the boy’s spread legs. Warming the jar’s contents with a low-level fire spell, keeping it confined to the palm of his left hand, Abdul opened the jar and dipped his fingers in. \"Try to stay relaxed,\" was the only warning the boy got before he first rubbed the boy’s entrance with the jell like liquid, and inserted his pointer. The boy drew in a quick breath at the penetration, but kept himself relaxed.

Relieved, Abdul started twisting his finger, loosening the boy a bit before drawing his finger back. Repeating the process again, this time Abdul added his middle finger. Turning his fingers right to left for a couple minutes, Abdul pushed his fingers in as far as he could, before scissoring them a few times. Withdrawing his fingers completely, he lathered them with the liquid and thrust them both in as deeply as he could; covering the boy’s inner tissues and loosening him at the same time.

The boy made a sound that might have been a muffled moan, but it was too low to be certain. Adding his third finger, Abdul settled on just twisting his fingers, only occasionally thrusting them. After re-applying the liquid, Abdul used all four fingers this time. He wasn’t satisfied that the boy was ready until he could easily slide his fingers all the way out, and then back in until he reached his thumb.

Finally satisfied, Abdul changed gloves, and picked up the first ball. The one with the red symbol. Dipping the ball completely into the jar, he let it go, then picked it back up. Setting the jar back down with the rest of the items, Abdul nodded to himself and turned back to the boy. Placing the ball at the boy’s entrance, he pushed it in, silently hopping it didn’t hurt the boy. If it did, the boy gave no signs of it; nor did he give any of enjoyment, for that matter.

Proud of the boy’s endurance, and a little worried at his apparent lack of pleasure, Abdul picked up the next ball, the one with the yellow symbol. Repeating the process, he dropped the ball into the jar, picked it up, and placed it at the boy’s entrance. Instead of immediately pushing the ball in, Abdul let it rest there for a moment. When it became evident the boy wouldn’t squirm, or move at all, Abdul pushed the ball in. He felt when it touched the first ball, and continued to push it in as far as he could. The vibrator will still reach it, which is what I want.

Lathering the azure vibrator with the jell liquid, Abdul placed his left hand on the boy’s hip, while the other hand positioned the vibrator’s tip at the boy’s entrance. Going slowly, he pushed the vibrator in, wanting the boy to feel everything. The concoction should be taking affect soon; maybe it’ll help get a reaction out of this boy. It’s going to be more troublesome to get him hard than I thought.

Again, Abdul felt when this item came in contact with the previous one. Png ung up his speed a bit, Abdul tried to not imagine what it felt like to have the two balls rolling with the vibrator’s instant pressure. Maybe it is affecting him, and he’s got better control than I thought. After all, I can’t see his face.

Once the vibrator was in up to it’s small T-base, Abdul walked over to the boy’s front, picking up a brush on his way. \"Put the box on the table and organize it,\" he ordered the guard with the box. Abdul waited until he complied before picking up the boy’s braid. Immediately, the boy’s eyes shot towards his; and for the first time, Abdul could see an emotion in them. The boy was practically begging him to be careful, if he had to touch the braid at all.

Making eye contact was a big no-no without permission for slaves, and the boy had been nothing but submissive and well behavence nce Abdul had seen him. A part of Abdul wanted to punish the boy, but he knew the boy wasn’t his to punish. At least, that’s what he told himself, though the majority of him knew it was because the boy had managed to get under his skin and, well, befriend him; seemed like too strong a word considering, yet nothing else would fit.

Abdul just smiled and nodded, telling the boy with his own eyes that he would be careful. Gratitude shown in those indigo eyes, before he apparently realized what he was doing; he quickly lowered his eyes and even his head a bit in apology. Quickly unraveling the braid, Abdul started brushing it out from bottom to top. The hair wasn’t in the braid for very long, having been braided when his bath was over, and from there they had come straight here. So the hair was only slightly wavy, whiecamecame even less noticeable as he continued to brush it.

The hair felt soft, and so full, that Abdul wondered if it was naturor ior if somebody had spelled it while the boy was in the baths. He sensed no magical residue on the hair, plus that sort of spell was not allowed without the person, or the person’s master’s, permission. So it is natural. Snapping himself out of his daze, Abdul quickly arranged the boy’s hair so it fell over both shoulders and covered his lowered face. \"Don’t move too much, you don’t want to mess your hair up.\"

Abdul moved over to the table to inspect the box, and found the guard had finished his task. \"Go wait with the other one,\" Abdul ordered, looking at the oils still in the box. Black Love was the first to catch his eye, but he kept looking; that one gave him an uneasy feeling. Egyptian Musk and Fantasies also dhis his attention. After realizing he was spending to much time staring at all the jars, he finally decided on Ylang Ylang, a relatively new sent from what he remembered. That decided, he placed the jar on the table in plain view, next to a small black box with buttons, and picked another, Morning Mist, for the stand by the bed.

Deciding he’d put it off long enough, aeryterything else was completed, Abdul moved back to the boy’s side. \"We’re almost done boy; you’ll be on your own soon. Your masters may arrive anytime now, or in a few hours.\" That saibdulbdul removed his hand from where he’d placed it on the boy’s head. Kneeling at the boy’s side, he realized just how difficult this was going to be. He also realized he’d left the jelly liquid sitting on the floor.

Drawing it over to him, Abdul pulled another glove out of his pant’s back pocket. The pants were imitation leather, and very flexible; not restricting, which was a must! Cloud gray in color, they blended well with his tanned skin and dark gray open vest.

He opened the jar again, and dipped his thumb and first two fingers in to find it still warm. Just getting enough to coat his thumb and fingers, Abdul set the jar aside and leaned over to lay on his left side, using his left arm for support. Reaching under the boy’s body, he gra the the head of the boy’s cock, the only part not currently covered by the cock ring. Massaging and rubbing the liquid in, Abdul thought to explain something to the boy. \"The toy’s are remote controlled, but they also have a timer on them. They’ve been set to activate shortly after we leave.\"

At the contact, the boy jerked, the most obvious unordered movement yet, and his breathing hitched. The boy’s breathing stayed steady, but it had increased ever so slightly. Abdul was relived to find the flesh in his grip harden, if just barely. Once satisfied with the liquid’s application, Abdul removed his glove, rolled over so he was on his stomach, and turned so he was again facing the boy. Using his right hand to grip the boy’s cock near the head, his other hand reached for the metal strip attachment. Squinting his eyes, Abdul maneuvered the strip slowly into the slit in the cock’s head; he pushed it in as far as he could, the strips entire length of less than an inch.

Abdul gave a short yelp at a sudden release of magic, and the metal strip started moving, vibrating where it was. Abdul scooted back quickly, still on his stomach, but was able to hear the boy’s sudden gasp. He could see as the boy’s body tensed and jerked up, before giving a pained cry and going limp; the chains on his wrist cuffs were the only thing keeping him up.

Hiding his anger, and trying to keep it out of his voice, Abdul stood back up and knelt at the boy’s side. He placed his right hand on the boy’s back, his left on the boy’s left shoulder, \"Relax, calm down; you’re in no immediate danger, so just try to stay calm. You’re ok,\" he started rubbing the boy’s back, trying to calm him down. He saw the boy nod his head and had to smile at his versatility. \"You remember what all I told you?\"

Again, the boy nodded slightly, in hopes of not moving his hair out of place. \"Good. We have to leave now, just remember what you’ve been told and you should be fine.\" Abdul prayed to the Un no Megami twins that he was correct.

Abdul could tell the boy was trying to relax, and not move, but his body was also reacting to the movement of the enchanted metal. Giving the boy one last reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, Abdul stood and, after replacing the jelly liquid jar in the box, left. He motioned for his slave to follow the guards behind him after closing the door.

Halfway to his own cha, Ab, Abdul instructed the guards to escort his slave to his chamber, then they were dismissed. Once they were out of sight, Abdul headed for the bathing chamber, still fighting with his anger. I don’t know who did that, but I’m going to find out. ~Just don’t do anything stupid!~ a voice whispered to him, Stupid conscience.

The bathing chamber’s entrance was much like a reception room, with couches and chairs for people to lounge in while waiting for their own appointment or charge. Abdul strode up to the front desk, clearing his throat to get the female’s attention. She was of average height, 5’ 6,\" and had short, curly auburn colored hair. A sheer, aqua shirt, or dress top, could be seen on her shoulders; it had a low cut in the front, as only flesh was seen there. The desk in front of her was so tall that only her shoulders up could be seen.

\"I need to speak with Hilde-san, now.\" His tone left no room for argument, and the girl just casually flicked her wrist towards a door off to her right.

\"She’s in there,\" without even looking up at him.

Abdul frowned at her apparent rudeness but went on his way. The door led to a very spacious office that was over decorated in shades of aqua blue. Looking about, Abdul noticed a deep blue couch with inviting cushions sitting along the wall to the right of the oak desk, just under the window. A mural displaying oceanic scenes covered the walls and ceiling, reaching down to blend with the dark blue carpet. Taking a deep breath, trying to not feel as though he were drowning, he forced his attention on the blue haired girl in front of him. God, how he hated having to come into this office!

\"Hilde-san, if I could have a moment of your time,\" Abdul started when the girl didn’t even look up at his entrance. So this is where that girl got it; just following her head’s example. Pathetic. It’s going to get her in trouble soon.

\"Hmm?\" Hilde looked up, \"Oh, Abdul! So, how did it go, did they like the gift? I don’t see why not, but what was their response?\"

\"I don’t know, neither have returned yet. Hilde-san, I need to speak with you on something.\"

\"Of course,\" she gestured to the couch on his right as she stood up and moved to the front of her desk. Sitting on the corner facing Abdul, she smiled at him, \"What is it?\"

\"The boy, when I was finishing with his preparation, there was a…release of magic. A spell broken, that had been previously cast upon him. I wish to know if you know anything about it, as I had no forewarning about it.\"

Hilde appeared to be thinking about the question seriously, her brows drawn into an almost frown. \"Well, yes, there was one. I don’t see why you weren’t told, nor what difference it makes.\" She was too busy looking at the picture to her side to notice Abdul’s eyes flash at her disregard. \"Senso no Kami-sama stopped by while we were dressing the boy, before you came. He’s the one that placed the spell on him; the boy seemed to have been expecting it though.

\"It was a suppressant spell, from what I saw. The boy was oh so responsive during the bath and our preparations, so I can understand Senso no Kami-sama thinking to take that precaution. He’d have been horrid for you to work with, even if he wasn’t trying to be. Duo’s naturally energetic from what I saw, and has the potential to be very passionate. Senso no Kami-sama was just trying to give you a bit of help; after all, the gift is from him.\"

Reigning in his frustration, and still a bit angry, Abdul carefully did not give into the urge to slap the girl. \"I can understand, and appreciate Senso no Kami-sama’s help; I gave no indication otherwise. I merely wish to know why I was not informed of this. Had I broken the spell too soon, I’ve hve had more trouble than if the boy hadn’t been spelled; then there’s the possibility that I would not break the spell. And that would have severely ruined the gift; the boy might have been considered damaged even. And since that change occurred during his bathing preparations….\" Abdul trailed off, letting Hilde think for herself, what assumptions would have been made.

It would be seen as a fault of the bathing house, and therefore the house‘s head…. Hilde closed her eyes and bowed her head in Abdul’s direction for a moment, before looking at him. \"I thank you youryour concern and discretion. I also apologize for this mishap. But all things did turn out fine, didn’t they? Duo’s ok?\"

It was Abdul’s turn to almost frown, \"Duo? Is that the boy’s name?\"

\"Yes, that’s what Senso no Kami-sama called him. Another piece of information not delivered, apparently.\"

\"True, but one with little potential for harm. Yes, Duo was fine when I left; I un-intentionally broke the spell as the last task before leaving. Hilde-san, forgive my inquisitiveness, but just how responsive was he before the spell?\"

Hilde gave him an indulging smile before answering, \"Oh, very responsive to the lightest touch. Those who cleaned him claimed to have never seen one so responsive. I supervised his massage and the applying of perfumes, and the boy was a mass of moaning pudding not a minute into it. He’s absolutely perfect for what Senso no Kami-sama wanted as a gift.\"

\"I see. Thank you for your time, and your honesty Hilde-san. I’m sure you have a lot of work to do, so I’ll not disrupt your day further.\" Nodding to the girl as he stood up, Abdul waited for her return nod before leaving.

His walk to his chamber was slow, as he thought about what Hilde had told him. The boy’s probably in sensory overload by now! Oh gwa, and I used so much of that herbal concoction too…please, please don’t let the boy have to stay like that for long; he’ll pass out…. Abdul’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of trumpets; the signal that a meeting between the Kamis, Megamis, and Guardians was concluded and that they have returned.

My wish granted. Now if the boy…Duo will be accepted is a whole different matter. Abdul sent another prayer to the Un no Megami twins to be with Duo, before entering his own chamber.

To Be Continued….