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In this day and age, mages were a well-known group. There weren’t very many of them in the public eye; they scarcely liked the attention that could distract them from their work. But they did exist.
Consisting of wizards and witches and everyone in-between, mages took up disciplines such as healthcare, military operations, economics, and more. People said that it was always good to have a bit of magic in your corner, just in case.
But just like other humans, mages could be good or evil. It was very hard to tell what a mage’s nature was at first glance. An easy way to tell was to look at their familiar, if they had one. Mages could make contracts with otherworldly forces, demons or angels, and their contracted familiar would help them with their work and in their everyday lives.
The arrangement suited Joseph quite well. Despite his advancing age, he wasn’t enthused on taking on an apprentice just yet. His residence was messy and his workload was quite big. So, he’d summoned an angel and made a contract for his help.
Joseph wasn’t a famous wizard, not by any means. Rather than making a big impact on kingdoms and the world of magic, he liked to focus on fixing the little things that irritated people in their day-to-day lives. Things like motion sickness, sporadic itching, and the like. He had to say, his familiar could find and list those small problems better than he could.
And that was where Joseph was at now, testing a potion he had made recently. He was always surprised that potions for such insignificant-seeming things weren’t invented before.
“Alright, let’s see this again…” Joseph leaned forward from where he sat at his desk and read his scroll aloud. “Theriogenology potion. Mark II. Intended effect: stimulating the reproductive organs and increasing fertility. Purpose: aiding humans having trouble conceiving; aiding farmers in animal breeding.”
His report looked like it was in order so far. It had been ten minutes since he’d first begun the experiment, and he had yet to write his observations. He moved his ink quill from the top of his desk to beside his scroll.
Turning away from his report, he looked at the ground next to his desk. “So, how are you holding up, Caesar?”
His angel familiar sat beside his chair, unable to stay still or balanced for long enough to get himself a chair. His robe was loose, half-hanging off him as if the thin fabric was overheating him – from the way Caesar kept panting and sweating, it probably was. His wings, beautiful and majestic, drooped on either side of his body. Every so often, his wings would flap a couple times in a reflexive spasm, dishevelling his normally-neat feathers.
Caesar raised his head when he heard Joseph’s question, levelling a glare at him. “Just fine, thank you. Never better,” he forced out through gritted teeth.
“Come now, don’t give me that,” Joseph chided. “I told you that we should just get a pig to test the potion on. But you insisted on testing it yourself-”
“Because that’s…that’s my duty, remember?! It’s- ngh! It’s part of the damn contract…helping you with your…work!”
“Then you could’ve gotten the stupid pig yourself.”
Caesar let out a groan and lowered his head again. His wings flapped again, scattering loose feathers on the floor around him. The cleanup from this was going to be a bitch.
With a small sigh, Joseph leaned forwards again and reached out to touch Caesar’s head. He pushed his sweat-matted hair away from his forehead. As much as he and his familiar bickered day-in and day-out, neither of them could deny that they cared for each other. Their bitter words never stuck.
“You’re doing good, Caesar,” he praised. “Just look at you. You’re holding on so well. Hang in there, alright?”
Caesar took a shuddering breath, shivering as his body reacted to the sweet words. He raised his head, looking up at Joseph with pleading eyes. He’d never bring himself to beg; even for a familiar, he was far too conceited for that. But even pride was starting to have its limits.
“Hm…” Joseph straightened up and glanced at the scroll. “Maybe I should wait a bit longer before I write my report. Just to see if this is the height of the effect, or if it’ll get stronger.”
“No!” Caesar shouted, startling them both. As he quickly realized what he did, his cheeks somehow got redder as he looked away from Joseph.
The wizard smiled as he reached for his quill, practically feeling the death glare leveled at him. “Alright, alright. Just hold on, I’ll get this done.”
At least having his familiar test the potion meant that he could describe the potion’s effects better than if he’d tested it on that pig. The observations were recorded in no time, and the quill and ink pot were put back in its proper place. The scroll was left on a shelf with two heavy books to hold it open.
While the ink was drying, Joseph turned his attention back to Caesar.
“Okay. I think you’ve waited long enough. Get those off,” he ordered, tapping on Caesar’s robe with his foot. “There’s some oil over there, if you want- Woah!”
Caesar had stood up and grabbed the back of the chair Joseph was on, spun it around, and tilted it back against the desk. Joseph knew that angels had inhuman strength, as did most otherworldly beings, but being leaned backwards was the last thing he was expecting.
Clumsy hands fumbled with his own robes, and Joseph had to swat Caesar’s hands away to open the front of his clothes. When he looked back up at Caesar, the angel had already discarded his clothing. His messy wings curled around them both, almost as if embracing them. Joseph reached up and smoothed down the feathers on one wing, making the entire wing twitch.
Before he knew it, Joseph felt his legs being grabbed and pushed back towards his chest. He let out a yelp as he felt Caesar’s mouth on his intimate regions.
“Come on- I just told you, the oil’s over there!” Joseph scolded. He received no reply - hell, he wasn’t even sure if Caesar even heard him. He looked more focused than Joseph had ever seen him.
His complaints cut off with a gasp as Caesar continued devouring him, licking and sucking at the ring of muscle until it became looser. Joseph reached back and gripped the edge of the desk behind him for dear life, both for balance and against the rising pleasure from the unsanitary act.
After a couple minutes, Joseph groaned out, “Okay, that’s enough, that’s enough! Fuck, I already feel open. Just get on with it already!”
Caesar released his legs, and Joseph was about to shift back to a comfortable position. But Caesar leaned over him, grabbing his hips and roughly thrusting into him.
“Ah- Shit!” Joseph gasped as Caesar began pulling himself back. Joseph reached up and grabbed his hair, holding Caesar in place as the angel hissed. “Hold it! Th-That’s too fast! Gimme a sec, will ya?!”
“But, you just told me to-!”
Caesar’s strained voice fell into a frustrated groan as he was made to stay put. Joseph could feel the heat radiating off Caesar’s body as he leaned over him. The potion’s effects were more powerful than he thought. If he still had any thinking capacity after this, he’d have to add a note on that as an addendum. Maybe do another test run while he’s at it.
“Joseph,” Caesar demanded, “let me move.”
“Not yet. Are you trying to rip this old man apart?” Joseph chided.
The angel glared at him, but he didn’t move. He shifted his hips and repositioned his feet a couple times, letting out heavy breaths with the slight sound of his voice in them.
After another couple moments, Joseph let out a sigh. “Good boy,” he praised. “Go ahead, you can move now.”
He didn’t have to tell Caesar twice. He snapped his hips forward, knocking the breath out of Joseph as he grabbed the desk behind him for purchase again. The minimal lubrication wasn’t nearly enough for how rough Caesar’s pace was; Joseph could practically feel his organs shift with every thrust.
But most nights usually ended up like this, with the pair fucking like rabid animals and treating each other’s soreness in the morning. It wasn’t romance or friendship, but Joseph wasn’t quite sure what it was. Their strange relationship couldn’t be described with normal standards.
The stretch and burn made Joseph grit his teeth, and he threw his head back as a hot flash of pleasure coursed through him. Caesar had thrusted against his prostate without knowing, and it wasn’t likely that he realized it. But seeing Joseph’s neck exposed, Caesar was quick to put his mouth on it, mouthing at the juncture between neck and shoulder.
Joseph groaned as Caesar’s thrusts became more sporadic, his groans getting louder.
“Haah… Already, Caesar?” Joseph breathily laughed. “Thought you’d last longer- Oh, god…!”
Caesar knocked his hips into Joseph’s one more time, and the wizard felt hot liquid spilling into him. He frowned up at Caesar, who was catching his breath.
“Oi, I haven’t come yet. You gonna finish the job here?”
“Who said I was done?”
Joseph blinked in surprise. “Huh?”
Caesar’s tired smile seemed malicious as he looked down at Joseph. For some reason, he felt like a mouse caught between the paws of a cat.
“Why so surprised? You had me wait that long with that potion in me, and you didn’t think I’d be this pent up?” Caesar told him. “I’m not going to be done for a while, don’t worry.”
“Oh no…”
Unfortunately for Joseph’s research schedule (and sleep schedule), the pair still had a long night ahead of them.