It was an unusually hot night in Storybrooke, with just a hint of a breeze caressing the dark blue sky. Air conditioning was definitely not something the Storybrooke

residents were familiar with, but with some dwarf effort, Grumpy had found a way to set one up at Granny's. Which was why you could find almost all of Storybrooke in the

little shop. The cool breeze blew throughout the restaurant, and the smell of Granny's famous lasagna was wafting throughout. Sitting in a red colored booth sat Belle,

Aladdin, and Snow. Aladdin had just arrived in Storybrooke, and was getting familiar with the people and places around town. As they all chowed down on fries and

hamburgers, Belle introduced herself as well as Snow, to the new comer. "Hi I'm Snow," "Hello! I'm Belle, I'm sure you heard all about me considering I'm married to the

Dark One." She gave a little shrug, then smiled in a reassuring way. "Oh yes!" said Aladdin. "I've seen the Dark One's shop, I was curious about what he keeps in there.

Anything a guy like me could use?" he smiled. "Well, there's wands, trinkets.." Belle stopped to think for a moment. "Oh and a lot of dark magic," belle laughed with

insecurity. Belle and Rumple had not long ago got into an argument about the use of his magic. Aladdin looked away for a slight moment, noticing the tension of the matter.

"Oh well maybe I'll just have to check it out for myself some day!" Snow glanced at Belle and began to change the subject. "Aladdin you just have to try the hot chocolate

here!" Aladdin smiled at Snow, chewing on one last fry before speaking. "I'd really love to, but I think I'm going to talk a walk, check the town out a bit," he spoke nervously.

Snow noticed the shake in his voice, seeming like he had other plans. "Sure, some other time," she assured him with a smile." Aladdin mirrored Snow's smile and started for

the door.

A few blocks from Granny's was Mr. Gold's shop. It was dark inside with a cool breeze not coming from any air conditioning. Inside sat Mr. Gold, intricately fixing an old

stopwatch, that in no way was for normal everyday use. Nothing Mr. Gold did was without deep thought and reason. A small antique lamp lit-up the back room intimately.

There sat Gold, pondering the fight that him and Belle had earlier. Straining his eyes to see, he blinked several times, and went for his magnifying glass. Mr. Gold placed the

stopwatch on the table along with the tools he was using to probe at the mechanisms. With a small stretch of his arms, he took off his suit jacket and started for the

magnifier. Under his jacket he wore a black suit vest and dress shirt that straddled every muscular curve in his arms and chest. A black tie tucked inside his vest, and his

brownish gray hair lay upon his shoulders more daunting then ever. Gold was a classy man, unlike any other man in Storybrooke, or the world for that matter. As Gold was

looking for the magnifier, he quickly realized it was not where he had thought it was. Distraught, he knocked over the puppet that was sitting proudly on the table and sat on

his bed. It wasn't really a bed though, more like a caught with a blanket and pillow made up neatly. Mr. Gold sat there looking at the floor, running a hand through his hair

trying to concentrate on something other then disappointing Belle. Gazing at the floor, he spotted the magnifier under the table he was working at. Hastily, Mr. Gold got up

and reached for the tool. Walking to the table, Gold inadvertently brushed the crotch of his tight suit pants across the corner of a chair that was in his path. A wave of good

feelings rushed through him and sexual thoughts raced through his mind for a short instance. Gold stopped for a moment, staring down at the magnifier. It felt as if he could

not move an inch, he knew what he was feeling, but wasn't sure to act upon these feelings. Abruptly, Gold cleared his throat and went for the magnifier. Grasping it, he stood

in a slow gaze staring at the object, only to throw it to the ground. Mr. Gold turned towards the bed he was sitting on moments ago, and started towards it. He slowly

lowered himself onto it and started unbuttoning his black suit pants.

Aladdin had left Granny's cool oasis and walked into the thick heat of Storybrooke's streets. He knew there was something good that he could find in Gold's shop. Aladdin w

as a very successful thief in his land, and was hoping it would help him steal from the infamous Dark One. Aladdin walked at a steady pace until he finally saw the sign on Mr.

Gold's shop. He had a feeling of nervous excitement in his stomach, and this feeling was like a drug for him. The sensation of doing something that was wrong, dangerous,

and completely risky, kept him coming back again and again. Aladdin was the Savior in his land, stealing was not something someone in his position should be doing,

nevertheless, the Savior could not curb this need. Aladdin took out a flashlight he had been carrying around all day in case the severe heat had knocked out the power.

Indeed, with all the magic around Storybrooke, I'm sure Regina or Emma could easily come up with a light spell of some kind. Nevertheless, in case of a blackout, he was

ready and armed with a flashlight. In this case, it would help him search through Gold's shop for treasures that intrigued him. Aladdin carefully poked and probed at the lock

to Mr. Gold's shop until he finally heard a click. With a smile of delight, he turned the handle and he was in!

Mr. Gold lay on the small ragged bed in the back of his shop, ready to release his frustration through his desire. Before touching the zipper on his tight suit pants, he ran

his hand allover the front of his crotch with his thin, sensual fingers. The feeling was building up inside him, but he kept teasing himself through his trousers before going for

the kill. The fabric pushing and tugging at his manhood with every stroke of his hand. Moans filled the entire shop as the Dark One rubbed until he couldn't take it anymore.

Breathing heavily and rubbing abruptly. It sounded as if he was hurt, but those were moans of desire. Gold couldn't take it anymore, with one hand he unzipped his fly and

pushed his trousers down to his thighs. Slowly pulling down his boxers to reveal his well endowed penis. Gold was already dripping, fluids leaking from his tip and falling onto

his naked thighs. With a deep breath he put a hand around his member, and began stroking slowly and deftly. Every pump sent the Dark Ones head whirling, he put his hand

through his hair to try and gain some control. As amorous as he was, he wanted to take things even further, even darker. He wouldn't mention to Belle, but Gold enjoyed a

small amount of kinky sex. He sometimes imagined having his ass smacked hard while he stroked himself. Without thought, Gold ripped the belt off of his pants in a

dangerous fashion, wrapped it around his neck, and began choking himself just a bit. His hand still rubbing vigorously while pulling tighter on the strap of his shiny black belt.

Wetness ran down his manly thighs from the intense arousal that ensued him. Bringing one hand down and rubbing the moist fluids allover his upper legs, when he suddenly

heard a lock being opened.

Aladdin unlocked the shop door and set a cautious foot in, he felt the coolness of the room and the steadiness in the air. Gaining the courage to continue, he turned on his

flashlight and began his search. Before he could even begin, he heard a noise, almost as if someone was hurt and was trying to hold in the pain. The squeal left Aladdin

frozen, he stopped for a moment to listen for the unknown noise. In the Dark One's home, you never know what you will find, after all, he was known for torturing those who

crossed him. If there was someone in need of help, Aladdin would have to make a choice; be the Savior and help or walk away as a thief. This crossed his mind as he stood

there nervously waiting for the noise to repeat. Suddenly a load moan was echoed from the back room to the front door of the shop. It was filled with such lust, desire, and

feeling, that it shot through Aladdin like a thunderbolt. It was now quite clear that no one was in any type of harm, and if they were, it was more pleasure than pain. The

moans continued, followed by grunts that were so sensual, they made Aladdins briefs feel skin tight.

After hearing the mysterious unlocking noise, Mr. Gold convinced himself that he was hearing things. No one would dare break into the Dark One's shop without him letting

them, and if they did, they would soon be dealt with. Without losing any desire, Gold started back up again, jerking faster now, with thoughts racing through his mind that

made him even harder. In his mind he thought of how powerful he was, and all the things he did in his life. Things like seducing Regina's mother, or any woman for that fact,

just to get what he wanted. Rumple wore his tight leather pants straddling his tool just for that reason. Gold thought of how Zelena would do anything just to be caressing

him like he was doing at this very moment, and he almost exploded in his grasp.

As Aladdin walked further and further into the shop, the moans became louder and more real. After searching through several glass cases, Aladdin stood frozen outside of

the almost closed curtains that covered the entrance to the back room. Aladdin couldn't believe it, it was the most unreal, nerve wracking sight he had ever seen. The

infamous Dark One, laying on his back, pants around his knees, rubbing his shaft with such feeling. Aladdin was shook, he couldn't move an inch. Mostly because of the fear

of being caught, which would be worse for Aladdin than Gold. Another reason was because it was the most sexiest sight he had ever seen. Was it because of how powerful

Gold was? He wasn't sure why he felt these feelings, but he loved it. As Gold continued on, Aladdin watched with a dry mouth and wide eyes. The shop rattled as the Dark

One shifted uncontrollably on his bed right before coming. Loads of creamy white spilled for what felt like hours onto Gold's hand, eventually falling on his thighs and pants.

Breathing heavily, Gold inspected the mess he had made while still rubbing himself slowly. The sounds of him stroking made wet sounds throughout the shop that sent a

warm fever to Aladdin's stomach. Swooning, Aladdin accidentally choked on his dry throat, fearing he had been made, he ran to take cover behind a counter. Shortly after

that, out came Gold ripping through the curtains looking for the culprit he knew he heard. Looking around for a minute or so, pants unbuttoned and in disarray, he retired

into the back of his shop. After a close call, Aladdin quietly ran through the shop and out the door, with a night to remember forever.