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AN: No one has written a purely slash fic on this topic. Over in anime it's either all het or threesomes. And I think I know the reason why. Most people here seem to have watched the anime, especially considering this is more popular in the anime section. However it was a book first and in the book, Michael, the equivilant of Markyl in the movie was a lot older. And therefore he would make the perfect partner for someone like Howl.

That's why I decided to write this fic. According to my calculations Howl would be about 28 years old with the whole 10,000 days old on midsummer's thing and Michael came off as being 16 or 17. Although I decided to make Howl a little younger this fic will still contain a minor, if that bothers you don't read. Furthermore this fic contains slash. That is boy on boy action. If you don't like choose to hit the back button. And lastly I have yet to read Castle in the Air so this will not contain components from it. It is post Moving Castle with the element of Sohpie removed which will be explained later.

So don't flame unless you've got the facts straight and to anyone who might like something fresh I hope this is a pleasant read.

Edit: I was going to post it in Anime but I think it'd be better off here in books where it belongs, so ignore the overly long AN.

Here is a teaser to get things started.

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Howl brushed his bangs from his eyes, barely noticing in his concentration as they fell right back in place, unruly as ever. It probably had something to do with the humidity in the garden, Howl thought distractedly, leaning down over a pile of what looked like scrap metal to tinker with a hidden cog or two.

“Michael, will you hurry up already.” Howl called back at the weather-beaten door that lead back into the house, or rather the castle, which was conveniently disguised as a house if one were to open the door three times out of four.

The sandy haired teen didn’t respond, instead he raced outside, a small, square, folded, paper packet clutched in one hand and what looked like a giant clam, balanced with what seemed to be incredible effort, in the other.

“About time,” Howl snapped, though not entirely unkindly, he snatched the clam like object away from his apprentice first, setting it hovering above the shapeless pile of metal. He then held out his hand so that Michael could give him the packet that he had also brought out.

“Stand back.” Howl warned. The wizard pinched the packet between his thumb and middle finger, and then without any further notice he snapped his fingers. The reaction was immediate, there was a loud bang, followed by a dazzling explosion that had even wizard Howl peeking out from behind his ever long sleeves. Michael, not nearly as well adjusted to such magical reactions, jumped back several feet from where he had been eagerly hovering over Howl’s shoulder and then froze as his world was enveloped indefinitely in black smoke.

Michael panicked, his vision was lost, the smoke so thick he could even discern his hand a scant inch or two from his face. And surely in smoke so thick one couldn’t be expected to breath. Terrified Michael began hacking and wheezing, the smoke surrounding him, giving him no escape. His head began to spin, in fact Michael couldn’t be sure the world wasn’t spinning too as he couldn’t feel nor see anything but the black smoke that enveloped him.

Suddenly Michael felt a vice like grip on his forearm. “Relax,” said a voice from somewhere to his right, “This fog in no way inhibits your ability to breathe…”

Howl’s stern and tranquil voice cut through the fog induced panic and Michael, unable to deny his burning lungs any longer took a deep gasping breath, only to find that he could in fact breathe as though the air was not laden with opaque fog.

“… and if you had any sense Michael, you would have realized that.” Michael blushed crimson and for a moment was thankful that he was shielded from Howl’s gaze by the thick mist.

“So how long does this stuff last?” Michael asked in what he hoped was a casual one. Howl often had the uncanny ability to pick up on even the smallest hint of his apprentice’s embarrassment, a skill that he abused to no end.

“Well, longer than you could have held you breathe anyways.” Howl also had a nasty tendency to avoid answering questions, either by directing attention elsewhere or by responding with an answer so vague it didn’t matter very much at all. But Michael didn’t mind, after all these years he was use to it. And either way he couldn’t complain. After all he had simply been trying to slither out of an embarrassing situation himself.

“Now quit asking pointless questions and run back into the house and grab me a handful of newts’ tails, a couple fig leaves, some apricot essence and a pinch of red chilli powder.” Michael felt Howl remove his hand from where it had been on the apprentice’s arm and the sandy haired boy turned to go when suddenly he realized something.

“Um…Howl?”

“Yes. Michael.”

“Which way is the house?”

“Damn it Michael.” Suddenly Michael felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and he was pulled flush against the warm, lean body of the wizard Howl. Before Michael could adjust to this infinitely unfamiliar sensation of being so intimately close to another person he felt a breath of cold air and the world span beneath his feet and the blackness around him became far darker and far less tangible, though how he could tell Michael couldn’t quite figure out.

And then before he could wrap his head around what was happening Michael found himself in the middle of the main room, right before the hearth, which was at the moment vacant of the regular occupant Calcifer the demon. However this was not what Michael mind was focussed on, in fact he still couldn’t quite process why he was pressed to close against Howl and why he was now standing in Howl’s embrace in the middle of the house instead of in the garden where they had started out.

Then suddenly it hit him. Howl had just materialized the both of them from the garden to the house. Michael’s jaw dropped at the thought. Materialization was a form of magic that was long considered lost. A mere legend at best. And even in legend, the most powerful of wizards were rarely said to have been capable of materialising any more than a mere inch or two. From the garden to the where they were now standing, why that had to be a good twenty feet at least. And Howl had accomplished this feat and brought a passenger along no less, without so much as breaking a sweat.

“Michael…” He could hear Howl’s voice, barely more then a low murmur as he whispered in the sandy haired boy’s ear. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but do you mind releasing my arm from that death grip you’ve ensnared it in. Really I fear for it's future in you increasing insistent grasp.”

Michael saw with an embarrassed blush, that while Howl’s arm was loose around his waist he had held in place in a double-handed steel grip. Releasing it as though burned Michael swivelled to face the wizard. His mind though mortified by his shameful behaviour was still racing with a thousand questions. The foremost of which was ‘How the bloody hell did you do that?’ Michael opened his mouth to ask just that but his voice died in his throat as he caught Howl’s expression.

It was kind, but not in the mocking way that Michael was used to seeing. In fact it reminded the apprentice of the single glance Howl had spared the young orphan boy he had found sleeping on his doorstep so very long ago. It seemed to look right through him and Michael found himself speechless.

The silence stretched on for a moment, a delicate sort of stillness though not entirely uncomfortable. And then the moment broke as Howl’s expression switched so that he was now smirking down at his newly muted apprentice.

“I brought you in here for a reason you know.” Howl glanced pointedly at the shelves of ingredients that stood against the west wall. Michael knew Howl could have easily gotten the ingredients himself, now that he had bothered to enter the house, but his mind, seemingly paralysed didn’t command his mouth to argue. So instead Michael simply nodded and turned to fetch the ingredients. By the time he turned around, his hands filled with the requested items, Michael found that Howl had already disappeared back outside.

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