Title: So much for Respect
Fandom: Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic
Pairing: Masrur/Sharrkan
Rating: M
Prompt: Bellybuttons u/u
Notes: Fandom secret Masrrkan was pretty much my first Magi otp before Sinbad decided he wanted all of my attention with his surplus of ships. But I swear as soon as I read these two's interactions I was, and still am, a lost cause. Also posted on tumblr and unless you have read Ohtaka's Tegaki extra's the bellybutton fascination might be lost on you.

Both were the type of men who hated to be beaten. Who, so long as the victory achieved suited their fancy, refused to go down without a fight.

"Masrur."

His name was growled out, a warning of what was to come if the Fanalis continued down this path that he had improperly chosen for the both of them. But just as always Sharrkan was ignored, his wishes pushed aside for the achievement of Masrur's goals, as if his opinion mattered little in the great scheme of things. It irked Sharrkan to no end and yet, powerless to stop it, that same feeling of helplessness before this beast's goals was also what always kept the fair haired swordsman coming back for another try.

"My lips are up here, big boy."

The fair-haired General tugged upon red strands to force Masrur into looking up at him but the Fanalis was having none of that. Patience already wearing thin due to the struggle it had taken to merely get this close and to get Sharrkan's top suitably removed the man grabbed at Sharrkan's hands in order to slam them against the wall behind the other. There was a twitching of Masrur's lips then, a brief smirk which could have been easily dismissive when the redhead lowered himself once more to drag his lips across sculpted and tanned abs.

"St-Stop-…!"

There was no denying the flush that spread across Sharrkan's cheeks when he tried to pull away from Masrur's mouth. But the man's grip upon his hands only tightened in warning, golden eyes glancing up briefly towards his lover's, before returning to the task at hand.

A skilled mouth slid down to sharp hipbones first, nipping and teasing along a spot he knew from experience was rather sensitive while above him Sharrkan could only let out a low groan - body shuddering - and allow his hands to tighten in return upon the Fanalis'. However, even when he could feel Sharrkan succumbing Masrur's expression continued to retain its careful control of emotions save for the look of lust that danced now within hardened eyes. Really, the only sign Sharrkan had as proof to Masrur's own enjoyment of this show was the bulge now revealed beneath white linen while Sharrkan's voice became breathy and demure in his desperation to cease the foreplay and move onto the fucking. Yet, just as always, this game had become a competition between them and there was no stopping the Fanalis as his lips moved ever closer to the other's belly button before shying away at the very last moment.

"Hnngh a-ah..!"

By now precum was coating Sharrkan's own clothes, the other's cock twitching beneath as Masrur continued to play off the other's shame. The flush on his cheeks had spread all the way down to his chest and the wiggling began once more out of a need to just experience some relief. The swordsman couldn't even look down anymore, his entire body clamming up and shivering every time those damnable lips came far too close to his belly button. Didn't Masrur realize how fucking indecent this was?! This wasn't like all the other stuff they had done by now, this wasn't a game to him. Masrur was crossing a line that Sharrkan had not been prepared for him to cr-

"AHHH!"

Sharrkan's entire body lurched when Masrur's lips suddenly wrapped around the hole. A gasp slipped out and as he began to writhe the Fanalis was forced to let go of his hands just to hold the General still. "Ma-ahhhh!" Hands firm upon the swordsman's hips Masrur sucked greedily upon the other's stomach, tongue poking out to trace and then flick inside in order to cause Sharrkan's knees to practically buckle from the pleasant sting. "St-Stop haaah!" The fair haired General's body curled around Masrur, hands gripping those red locks with enough strength to cause pain to prickle along the man's scalp. Yet ,pain he was used to, pain he could withstand. Just like Sharrkan it was pleasure the two held a weakness for and right now Masrur was the one with the upper hand. "Masrur, Masrur, Ma-ahh-srurrrr…!" His name fell like a plea from the man's lips, growing in volume as his cock throbbed hard. He tried to thrust forward, tried to rub it against the other's body, but that damnable strength of the Fanalis kept his hips rooted and body still while that skilled tongue continued to dance and play with his bellybutton. "Ah…Ahhh….HNN-AHHH!" A sudden bite along the rim caused Sharrkan's head to jerk up and the sight of white blinded him. Strong legs gave out and the swordsman buckled completely on top of Masrur while cum dripped down the back of his clothes and down his legs. Another groan slipped out and what little pride the fair haired general still possessed in bed could be felt slipping away when his limp body was pushed over onto the Fanalis' shoulders.

"Put me down." Sharrkan complained as Masrur lifted the both of them up with a low grunt only to groan once more when he realized his words were going to be ignored. "Learn to respect your elder's wishes…" The hidden smile from before reappeared as Masrur's hand slipped up to roughly squeeze Sharrkan's ass, causing the other to jolt and cuss, while Masrur carried his 'senpai' into the bedroom.

So much for respect.