Their meetings were always short, messy and meaningless. There were no 'they', nor 'you and me' in the odd relationship they shared. You could never call them a couple, nor even call it an affair. Nothing more and nothing less than simple, uncontrollable and mutual lust for each other, they claimed. They were nothing and simply existed as a fact in this twisted, colourless universe.
Sinbad, a man of a high status with a dark past, whom seemed to never be able to look at the black Magi with kind eyes, were involved in dark, lustful actions with said Magi, Judal. The person whom has never felt love, never been touched with gentle hands and cared for as a child. The individuals were both twisted, crazy for power and fought with everything they had for what they, themselves, viewed as right. Sadly though, they didn't share the same goal and therefore walked separate paths. Sinbad on one which lead to greatness, yet put such a pressure on him it would risk him going mad and Judal whom went down the path which led straight down to darkness, cursing his fate.
Since the first time, the two of them agreed to never allow this sinful incident to be repeated, however, they quickly found out that neither of them were able to let it go. Ever since, both of them had shared a craving so strong for each other, that the meetings only increased and happened more often than not when they happened to run into each other.
They knew that this would never last, soon whatever they had, would cease to exist. This, however, was something which they both chose to ignore whenever they ran into each other. Neither of them were thinking, as everything was in a haze when they saw the other one's face. Despite them denying everything they were supposed to be, yet at the same time wasn't, a feeling which they both had done their best to suppress had started to shine through their illuminating act.
Sinbad, whom during his earlier years of life had gotten a taste, recognized it and acknowledged it as a fact. To Judal, however, it was so foreign and so unreal, that he decided it didn't exist. His heart didn't pound unbearably in his chest from the sound of Sinbad's voice, nor did his face flush at the sight of his deep, beautiful golden orbs, all of this he would disclaim.
The two males would often find themselves missing the other, because together these two incomplete men, found themselves complete. The same type of complete when you find the last puzzle piece, the picture will never be whole without it, even if it may be small and unimportant.
This unimportance of the relationship they had with each other, was what triggered Sinbad to countless of times, in the moments of still thinking, to know they have to break the bridge which had been built.
"We really should stop." whispered Sinbad against the pale flesh of Judal's neck, his hands holding his small frame.
"Shut up." hissed Judal as his only response before he then seconds later pulled Sinbad's head up from marking his skin. Together they both engaged in a bruising and messy kiss as they got lost in the lust which they shared for each other.
They were present at a small building located in south of Kou, both had decided to be cautious and not risk anything. This area could be considered as dead, seeing as neither of them had seen a single human as they went inside. The building had long ago been left behind, Judal knew this, since he knew that the citizens whom had lived in this area before had been particularly poor and none of them able to pay their taxes. Soldiers had years ago wandered in here and taken the people as slaves for nobles and the royal family that led the empire.
That a bed had been in one of there, was only pure luck and they immediately decided to engage in sexual endeavours.
"Won't you stay to cuddle?" asked Judal. A question so simple and obvious to most pairs, yet they had never done such a thing, since they had agreed to not be anything.
"Judal," started Sinbad and let out a heavy sigh but he was interrupted by the same man whose name he just recently said.
"I know but does cuddling really mean that.. We'd actually," he sighed as well before he then averted his eyes. "You know what, never mind. Fine, go."
Sinbad watched him for a couple of moments, insecure about whether he should leave him there or not. Each time these meetings occured, he saw sides of Judal which he never had before, what he saw was vulnerability and a human. The high king had to admit that he found it slightly fascinating but also sort of heart breaking, since it meant that leaving him would hurt more than if Judal had stayed inhuman in his eyes.
Sinbad was so deep in though, that he had not realized how much time had passed, probably a couple of minutes, he figured. Since Judal was looking at him with such an odd look in his eyes. Because of this, he snapped out of the trance he had ended up on and lifted his robes off of the floor to get dressed in the soft, expensive fabric he wore. To not draw too much attention though in case he passed a human, it was clothes different from what you would usually see him wear, silky fabric coloured in brown and white.
"What? Are you going to miss me and that is why you can't leave me? Come on, leave, you stupid king." the Magi smirked at the king and his tone of voice oozed of arrogance.
"That kind of attitude will never earn you a hug, Judal." said Sinbad and turned on his heel.
"Whatever you say!" grinned Judal behind him and watched him leave out of the door.
Sinbad only eyed him over his shoulder before he walked out the door and headed outside, marching down the lonely streets in order to head back to his country which he left over night. Even though he could not see them, he knew that he had a pair of red orbs on him, watching every step, like usually when he left after their small, unexpected meetings.
"Goodbye, Judal."