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Black smoke swirled around Zak’s arms (his black dress shirt pushed up to his elbows) as he shut his eyes, mumbling words beneath his breath. Across from him, his husband was doing the same thing, but white smoke swirled around his well-dressed form instead. The smoke combined in a dull grey at the center, and electrical sparks started to fly out of the center of their combined powers.
In the distance, a huge bang caused both men to freeze, and the smoke collapsed onto the floor, as they looked toward the door of the massive room they were in, heavily decorated in pine and cranberries and other Yule decorations. A minute later, both warlock men watched as their young son fell through the door with his friends. They piled on each other as the heavy wooden doors swung on their hinges, complaining loudly. Each boy was in various states of regular and warlock clothing, but in their hair was woven pine.
“Dakota?” Zak took a step forward with a cocked eyebrow, “What the hell are you doing down here?”
“You should be preparing for you Ascension, young man,” Nick furrowed his eyebrows and gave his son a pointed glare.
The young warlock sheepishly stood up from the pile, as his friends quickly scrambled to present themselves nicely to their warlock covens’ leaders, “Sorry, Dad and Papa. We just wanted to watch you guys call forth the Spirit...”
Zak’s frown turned to a soft smile, remembering how he was exactly like this during his Ascension, but Nick was still frowning, “You know you shouldn’t be here. It’s bad luck for your powers.”
“Oh come on, Papa,” Dakota tried to reason with his oldest father, “You don’t really believe--.”
“Enough,” Nick was stern, “Regardless, you shouldn’t be here. Where is your sister? She should be helping you with your robes. You’re ascending a midnight tonight.”
‘Okay...,” Dakota sighed, running a hand through his long brown hair, “Chels is upstairs...,” and then mumbled something.”
“What was that?” Nick pursed his lips, doing a quick glance over each of Dakota’s friends who seemed to crawl into themselves deeper.
“We locked her in my closet,” Dakota inhaled sharply, preparing himself for a punishment.
“My gods, Dakota,” Nick started to laugh and so did Zak.
Dakota looked at his father’s with a confused expression, “Huh?”
“He really is so much like you,” Nick turned to his husband as Zak rolled his eyes, coming up to stand beside the other man, grasping their hands together. Sparks flew at their touch. Dakota was used to the physical magical manifestation of their love, and he hoped that he would find someone some day to share in that.
“Go prepare, Dakota,” Zak nodded to their son, “And tell Chelsea that when she is done helping you that we need her assistance down here.”
“Yes, Dad,” Dakota smiled softly at the other man and then turned to his friends, “Come on, assholes.”
And the group was gone from the room.
Nick raised his hand and with a flick of his wrist, the doors swung close. Beside him, Zak let out a breathy noise, “I will never get over how hot you are when you use your magic.”
Nick smiled wickedly, turning to face his husband. Their noses caressed each other, “Remind me, love.”
Zak smiled as he pressed his lips to Nick’s, groaning lightly as the other man nipped at his bottom lip. Fingers flew into Nick’s hair, gripping it tightly, wanting to be so lost in the feeling around Nick. But, Nick pulled away, exhaling, and pressing his forehead to Zak’s, “We better stop or we won’t have time to prepare for the Spirit to join us and grant Dakota his full powers.”
“Do you remember when you got yours?” Nick asked softly.
Zak nodded, “You looked magnificent that night. I thought I was going to mess up my lines when I saw you in the crowd. Thank the gods Aaron was there to bring me out of my trance.”
Nick laughed softly, “I thought you were going to jump me in the middle of the ceremony.”
Zak growled lightly, “Oh how I wanted to,” and pulled Nick possessively into him, pressing another kiss to his lips.
Nick reached up into Zak’s hair, yanking on it, making Zak hiss as his head was pulled away from his husband. Nick smirked. Feeling the need to give into his desires for his husband, Nick held back, knowing it was the magic in the air of the Spirit coming to join them. Instead, he gave a long lick to Zak’s neck, pressing a kiss to Zak’s cheek, “Careful, love. This is Dakota’s night, not ours.”
Zak rolled his eyes as Nick let go of his grip on Zak, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay,” and stepped away from his husband to take his place again in the middle of the room, “Shall we start again?”
Nick smiled softly as Zak raised his hands to form black smoke between them. He did the same, white smoke falling from his finger tips to join Zak’s and electricity crackled between them. The Spirit was amongst them a few minutes later.