I should really just focus on one story, but then I noticed there was no Sinja Mpreg fics... I'm sorry I had to. So without further delay lets get on with the story! But first my disclaimer. Also sorry for any Oocness, I tried okay? *cries*

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Magi or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

Ja'far heaved into the toilet his forehead feeling clammy as he hovered over the toilet, the queasy feeling still knotting his stomach. He groaned, this was the start of the second week he had been throwing up. Maybe he should go to Yamraiha, but the thought made him shiver thinking of what she would make him take or the tongue lashing she would give him for not looking after himself, he'd only pulled what 3, 4 all nighters during the week - much less then he usually would. Ja'far thought back to when he'd had a terrible fever and Yamraiha gave him some strange medicine that made him feel funny, but cured his fever only for him to have the feeling of getting hotter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK/LEMON~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ja'far breathed in feeling his fever going down, but his relief was short lived as he felt a warmth that started in his groin creep its way through his body, filling every nook and cranny with this unbearable heat and the smell it made Ja'far shift uncomfortably in his bed. Deciding he was too hot he threw his covers off, only to have short lived relief as his body continued getting warmer and warmer. Ja'far panted his chest heaving to and fro as he struggled to breath calmly. He couldn't think of anything that could make it worse. He was wrong. Just as he looked down at the growing bulge in his pants Sinbad walked in.

"Hey Ja'far how are yo-" Sinbad's golden eyes becoming hazy. He looked at Ja'far, his eye taking on a predatory glint. Ja'far struggled to sit up finding all his strength having been sapped by whatever was happening to him.

"Oh god what is that smell?" Sinbad asked through clenched teeth. Ja'far felt slightly insulted thinking the king was implying that he smelt bad, but the groan that came after it had Ja'far scooting so far back that his back was pressed firmly against the headboard of his bed. Sinbad walked over his heavy foot falls slow and purposeful.

Ja'far gulped his white hair sticking to his head from the sweat of his fever and then this onslaught of heat he was now feeling. Sinbad was now on the bed and crawled so that he hovered over Ja'far, he buried his face in the crook of Ja'far's neck. Sinbad breathed in deeply and groaned, his lips kissed and liked at Ja'far's neck and he would of liked to say that he felt uncomfortable with the 28 year old king touching him like this but he was ashamed to admit that he held feelings of love for his king Sinbad. Sinbad's lips moved up from his neck and kissed their way along his jaw line to his mouth where he kissed him on the side of the lips earning a whine from the white haired male. Sinbad smirked and roughly kissed Ja'far's lips bruising them with the force that he applied as he moved his lips with Ja'far's earning moans and groans from the younger man beneath him. Ja'far rolled his hips trying to get the friction that he wanted so badly, this didn't go unnoticed by Sinbad who with one hand cupped the bulge. Ja'far broke away from the kiss and panted and moaned at the feeling of being rubbed through his pants.

Sinbad smirked and took his hand away making Ja'far moan in displeasure at the lack of contact. Sinbad took his lips back up in a heated kiss as his hands moved down and started removing Ja'far's cloths the only time they broke apart was to remove Ja'far's shirt. When Sinbad was finished he was looking down at a pale body that was glistening with sweat. The smell had grown stronger and was driving Sinbad mad, his pants feeling uncomfortable, he sat up and started undressing his jewellery and weapons falling to the ground as he rushed to undress himself, every movement followed by hungry black eyes that were darkened by lust.

"Sin..." Ja'far's voice was just a whisper as the man he had just called out to crawled between his legs. Ja'far gulped when three fingers were shoved into his face in a silent command for him to suck on them. Ja'far complied and moaned around Sinbad's fingers feeling him tense above him and growl in the back of his throat. After deeming his fingers slick enough he pulled them out of Ja'far's mouth with a 'pop', he traced his fingers lightly down the pale chest, over the rapidly rising and falling of his torso to slender hips and then trailing them to Ja'far's opening. Ja'far gasped as Sinbad teased his hole making Ja'far moan and groan in need. Sinbad laughed softly as Ja'far bucked his hips down on his single digit. Sinbad relented and let his finger slip in and wiggle around stretching Ja'far as his back arched off the bed his mouth an 'o' at the intrusion which seemed to light his insides on fire and make the heat in his veins flare. Sinbad added his second finger and Ja'far let out a strangled moan as the mixture of pain and pleasure made his legs shake on either side of Sinbad's waist.

Ja'far looked up to Sinbad dark eyes darkened with his lust as he grew impatient his member weeping for attention, only to have Sinbad's big calloused hand thumb the tip making Ja'far clench around the two digits in him as he fought against onslaught and onslaught of each crashing wave of pleasure as Sinbad quickened his pace and applied pressure to all the right spots making Ja'far come closer to completion.

"Sin, oh god Sin I'm, I'm gonna-!" Ja'far let out a throaty moan as he spilled his seed over Sinbad's hand, his erection still standing to full attention. Sinbad added his third and final finger to stretch Ja'far earning tired pants and wanton moans from the smaller and delicate male underneath him. Ja'far's eyes watered the burning sensation was finally becoming uncomfortable and left his throat parched and him short of breath.

"Sin it hurts, please just fuck me!" Ja'far would off blushed at his wording and how needy his voice was but the burning pain was blurring his pain, his one release had just driven his body madder and greedier. Sinbad complied and gently guided himself to line up with Ja'far's opening. Ja'far grew impatient and pushed Sinbad so his back was on the bed, his hair splayed out on the white sheets like deep purple rivers.

Ja'far licked his lips and straddling Sinbad's hips he rubbed his cleft against Sinbad's aching member gaining a guttural groan from the tanned male as Ja'far raised his hips to hover above it before starting to lower himself down onto Sinbad's member, only to quicken and impale himself on it. Sinbad bit his lip and held tightly onto Ja'far's hips trying not to just thrust as wildly and roughly as he wanted too when Ja'far's tight heat clamped down on him. Ja'far on the other hand, although pain flared in his mind, felt content as Sinbad filled him making him moan as he gathered up what was left of his frayed nerves and rose slowly and dropped harshly back down, Sinbad hitting his bundle of nerves dead on making him through back his head and moan loudly unable to contain it. A mantra of Sinbad's name left the plump and swollen lips of Ja'far as he rose up and down faster and grinded Sinbad on his bundle of nerves. Sinbad clenched his teeth, grunts the only thing coming from him as Ja'far rode him. Quicker then Ja'far could keep up with he ended up on his back, grunting as Sinbad shifted, but cutting it off as Sinbad rammed into him and grinded down on his sensitive bundle of nerves. Sinbad buried his face in the crook of Ja'far's neck and whispered his name within his grunts and moans, Ja'far grabbed at Sinbad's back his nails leaving red angry welts as he dragged them down his back at every harsh thrust.

They felt themselves come closer to completion and Ja'far wrapped his legs around Sinbad and brought him closer making it harder for him to pull out of him as they moaned their completion as Sinbad filled Ja'far and Ja'far spilled over his chest. Ja'far panted gaining his breath back he looked up at Sinbad through long eyelashes and said:

"We are nowhere near done." Then with Sinbad still in him hardening, their lips met in a kiss full of passion.

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When Ja'far woke up he woke alone and the only conformation of his 'activities' last night was the mess and how sticky he felt. He hugged his knees to his chest his dark eyes glistening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ja'far shock himself from his musings as it then occurred to him that a week or so after his *cough* encounter *cough* with Sinbad and taking the tablets that Yamraiha had made he was suddenly sick in the mornings. He shrugged it off as just mere coincidence. Yamraiha might sometimes be a bit ditzy, but he knew she wouldn't make an error so grave... or maybe not now that he remembered how she had been scarce for him to find, and when he did she looked at him a little guiltily. Ja'far felt panic spin his stomach around and felt the prickling sensation of bile in his throat. He'd see her today he couldn't stand all this throwing up in the mornings then his sudden increase in appetite, hell if he wasn't a guy he would think he was pregnant or something, Ja'far allowed a small bitter laugh escape from his lips. Him an assassin pregnant it would be ironic in a way for him, someone who only knew how to take and not give.

But boy did he forget what kind of world he lived in and what it was capable of doing.

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