Title. Zillullah
Chapter title. Celebration
Authour.
~sushisama~
Fandom.
Magi
Main Pairing.
Sinbad/Judal
Warnings.
Lemon ahead, folks. If you don't like it, I assure you, you'll know when it starts at the end, so you can avoid it.
Disclaimer.
Magi and its characters do not belong to me, I'm just borrowing them for some fun.
Notes.
Thisis sort of a filler chapter, not going to lie. I kind of was in the mood for smut. Next chapter will have some more fluffy goodness, though. ^-^

EDIT. The lemon part of this chapter removed due to people policing this story. Please check out my AO3 or tumblr account, under the name sushisama, to read the rest of the chapter. Thank you for your understanding.


When he thought about how the two weeks had gone by, Judal felt for one moment it had happened rather quickly. Then he realised it was still far from a year, and it aggravated him. With each day that passed, he felt the lifeforce in him growing that much more, and he was starting to understand he couldn't just 'take it as it came' with everything. There were things to consider, preparations that would need to be made.

Help he would inevitably need.

Just the other week alone was prove of that, where Masrur had come and found him on the bathroom floor. He had been more careful since then, taking the medicine the Fanalis had given him. It worked rather remarkably, and he found if he followed the advise of taking a sip every morning, he had only a few bouts of sickness throughout the following days. He had another incident with the cramps, but he was more prepared this time, having stolen away in one of the libraries to find more biology texts on how women had handled such things.

Because apparently it was common, child or no, for them. He was grateful to be a man, if only it meant this would not become an everyday occurrence.

But he had learned some herbs to keep for instant relief, and that a heated towel over his stomach helped. He had snuck the books out with him, storing them in his armoire under some clothes just in case he needed them again. There were things he knew he still had to keep in mind, things to watch out. It wasn't as easy for him to know what might happen, though, his anatomy not matching up.

That left some concern for the months ahead for some of the more extreme things, but for now he decided to take some things just as they came with the smaller things. In the following months, he would make more plans. For now, one symptom at a time.

During that absence, he got things together. Hakuryuu had checked on him the next day and spent some time with him. Judal had been feeling better, but since Sinbad had already given him the day off, he used it to his benefit, stealing the prince away from his own time with Spartos and Sharrkan to get into the city to find the herbs he had read about. Hakuryuu seemed reluctant, but when he was insistent, he went along with it, and ended up enjoying himself as they roamed freely around the city.

It was obvious that Hakuryuu had grown worried about the Magi, but by the end of the day, Judal had reassured him that it was over, that he was at top shape again, and the ingredients they had been gathering all day had been to ensure it wouldn't happen again.

He was sure not to mention that he hadn't brought any money (not like he had any for Sindria, anyway), and that the reason he was rushing through the shopping district was just not to get found out.

After then, Judal had made an attempt at somewhat behaving during his work. He had wised up to the fact that it was going to be a while before he returned to Kou, and that it would be in his better interest to pick his battles. The assessment might have had help after Ja'far had been yelling at him once again, but his annoyance with the lectures wasn't something he would admit to.

Maybe he was just getting too exhausted, the fatigue making it too hard to keep his usual fight up some days. So he calmed down, just enough, and it seemed to actually make the advisor even more paranoid, probably thinking that he was plotting something. Which was okay, it meant less work for him to keep him on his toes.

He still couldn't make his decision when it came to whether or not he wanted to keep his distance from Sinbad. Some days, he could keep it up, distract himself, and for the most part, the king complied to the unspoken request. There were a few times he had sought the Magi out, just to check on him as he would say, stealing touches and kisses that Judal accepted and returned.

Other days, when he was feeling anxious and couldn't ignore the pull (stupid light Rukh, whispering much too loud), he would sneak away from Ja'far and whatever task he was given, to the high up office. Those days were an unusual comfort: Judal would just sit at the edge of his desk while he worked on something, not really demanding attention, almost content to just be near him. The Rukh were pacified, and he felt even a little peace just being close, nothing required of either of them.

Once, Sinbad had asked if he had been lonely, but Judal was honest in his answer, that wasn't it. He didn't need to feel lonely, it was so easy to reach out for anyone, especially Sinbad. Loneliness was something he felt in Kou, where he felt no sort of connection to anyone beyond the rocky friendships of Hakuryuu and Kougyouku. No, he just wanted to be around him, a truth he only gave through a smirk and kiss.

Things had fallen into a routine from there. Even the days he thought he was being sporadic with his ducking work and visiting Sinbad, Ja'far apparently knew just from when he came in, that he would leave. Of course, it tended to be the days he had more fatigue than normal, so maybe he had a tell.

Aside from that, meals, down time, avoiding responsibilities, everything was already feeling usual, almost like back in Kou, just with different weather. He even had chances to watch Hakuryuu practice, something he always enjoyed back home. The determination he showed during combat was as enduring as it was impressive, and the Magi had always enjoyed watching the little bouts of the king vessel.

Thankfully, Hakuryuu didn't seem to have the same trouble adjusting. He actually seemed to be doing rather well, and he could have sworn he was actually smiling a little easier. This little diplomatic adventure of theirs would probably be very good for him, a long break from his family, a way to finally relax. Though, relaxation was something that seemed almost difficult for him, how he had to be pressured into any form of calming activity. But he was still allowing it, letting himself take it easy here and there.

If it wasn't enough that he should bare the trip for the thing inside him, he would at least bare it for the prince, just a bit. Didn't mean he wouldn't make things difficult for others involved, though.

So when Sinbad announced that there would be a celebration after they had been there two weeks, he was quick to make sure the prince accepted it. Judal put up a bit of a front, not wanting to show how interested he really was in the party, especially when it was said it was to formally welcome the two dignitaries. When Judal asked what took so long, the king just laughed, saying he was just making sure the two weren't going to run off before anything was done for them.

Secretly, the Magi was excited. He had always enjoyed the celebrations, the energy, the food, the music: he didn't just sneak in to see the Idiot King, after all. And this time, he didn't have to even hide he was there, he was actually invited. That meant he could enjoy the evening fully, and with no rush.

Not just this time, he thought of as he went through the clothes in his armoire. There would be more, Sindria had many festivals and parties. He would have so many chances to enjoy them. Even more if he stayed for more than the year... He shook his head. No, he would steer from that thought, especially tonight. He would enjoy himself, make sure the prince did, and if he was up to it and the mood hit him, maybe even spend some time with the king.

And in his excitement, he entertained a thought of looking nice. He had the last time, and it wasn't an outfit that Sinbad would soon forget, but he didn't feel the need to be in anything like that. Maybe something more... modest? That wasn't a word he wanted to use, but it was technically it. There were clothes in his armoire, things that were waiting on him, similar to his usual outfit, but that wasn't what he... He squinted as he got to one buried at the end of the cabinet, hanging almost inconspicuously.

He grinned at the silks. Perfect.

::*~~*::

Never had the king of Sindria made his words to his people so rushed at the beginning of a party than Judal had heard that night. The speech had its usual enthusiasm, excitedly announcing the stay of the Kou emissaries, and even a Magi just for them for the time being. The people shouted back their excitement for this, but he left it at that. None of his usual prolonged going on about how wonderful their island was, how they would prosper from this. He let on the cheering for only a few moments before he was making his way down to the area below.

Not that the Magi really caught any of it. He was at a table with Hakuryuu, Sharrkan, Pisti, Spartos, and Yamraiha. They had all started their party a little earlier, taking a shot of some liquor made on an island nearby the moment Sinbad had started. The prince was hesitant to take his, not really familiar with this kind of thing, but he was urged on by his friend and the generals, insistent that he enjoy his evening like the rest of them.

They were already on their third round when the king came to join them. He sat across from Judal, grabbing a glass for himself, and making no effort to hide the fact that he was staring the Magi up and down. He was returned with a light grin, before he ignored Sinbad to speak to Yamraiha about some form of weather spell she was working on for aiding crops. He didn't really have an interest, but he didn't want to let the man get the satisfaction that he enjoyed the look he was getting.

The outfit he had gone with was something very similar to one of the Kou outfits he wore when he was younger, with a changshan with a banner of Kou symbols, a yi that hung open to show the pao he had tailored to be more of his style, coming only to chest above his sternum. The silk wasn't exactly the easily medium to fix the way he wanted, but it was something he had done before, so it wasn't that hard. He didn't have on his normal choker, his only jewellery his many bracelets and the long necklace. He didn't exactly wear it openly, the talisman tucked into one of the frogs on his top. His hair was even tied different, his braid only starting half way down his back. The generals had paid their compliments when he came to join the group, even Hakuryuu had seemed impressed by the way he cleaned up, covering up much more than he normally did while still showing off.

And Sinbad definitely was enjoying himself.

Soon enough, though, the king was called away by Ja'far to speak to some person or another, and Judal could feel those eyes on him for just a moment more. Smirk in place, he kept engaged with the generals and his prince, taking a couple more shots. He was glad to see Hakuryuu had taken some, too, and a healthy glow had graced his cheeks. He looked a little uneasy, though, so the group let him skip a couple of go's, if only so they didn't push him to far too quick.

But it did loosen his lips, and they were surprised to find the prince had not much in way of a filter the more he drank. He was almost something near chatty, and it was a nice fact to learn that Judal would make sure to remember in the future. What was even better was when he realised he had said something particularly strange or crude, he would cover his mouth and his face would get even more flushed.

Hakuryuu also got embarrassed by any sort of flirting in this state, even more than normal, and between him and Spartos, the group took turns making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

When he was thoroughly buzzed, the Magi excused himself for relief. When he returned, he happened by the raised platform, just to see the king. He was surprisingly alone, a drink in hand as he looked out among his people. The Magi looked around him, to see Freckles off talking to Masrur and the other generals still around their

table drinking, with Hinahoho and his children dancing in the main square. It was an oddity, to see him all by himself.

Completely alone. Including none of those filthy women.

Judal found himself getting up those stairs before he even thought about it. Sinbad had a steady gaze on him as he did, a small smile on his lips that in his inebriated haze, the Magi couldn't really read. He just huffed as he sat next to him, looking out at the city, much like the king was doing.

"No women to hang off you tonight?" Judal remarked with a click of his tongue.

Sinbad laughed. He leaned back, resting on the palms of his hands. "Didn't think they could stand another windy night."

The Magi scoffed.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"It's all right, I suppose."

Sinbad took a long drink from his cup. "Hakuryuu seems to be having a good time."

Judal smiled a little despite himself. He looked down at the generals just in time to see Pisti hanging off the prince's back, and it looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

"He does well here," the Magi said without thinking.

"You both do."

He didn't respond, his visual still swimming in such a pleasant way, he couldn't think of anything on his usual wit to say. He did subconsciously lean into the king, though, too gone to consider what it would look like to anyone that would look up to them.

"Judal," Sinbad said, an arm coming around the Magi's back, resting on his hip.

Apparently he didn't care what it looked like either.

"I know this situation isn't ideal for you, but I'm still glad you're here." That hand was brushing against the exposed part of his body, sending a pleasant chill down his spine.

"I'm glad you get to be away from Kou, to see what it's like without that influence."

Judal hummed thoughtfully.

"And I'm glad we... I've been wondering what it would be like, having you here, everyday. No rush, no demands to be anywhere, but here."

There was a brief pause as Sinbad took one last long drink, finishing his cup and setting it aside before he leaned in to nuzzle the top of Judal's head. A part of the Magi wanted the generals to see, especially Freckles, but another part didn't, because explaining this means admitting to it, and then he would have to actually be decisive on where he stood with the king.

"I want to make you happy, Judal... No, I want us both to be happy. So, just... We can try, can't we?"

Crimson eyes turned, his gaze not harsh when he was met with a golden stare.

"Sinbad."

"Yes?"

He was standing, his stance only a bit wobbly from the drink. "Nevermind." He couldn't even remember what he wanted to say, now that he was on his feet and the haze was in full swing. He waved him off, heading back down the stairs and toward his friend, no thought to what the king had left to say.

There was a few more rounds with the generals before it was obvious Hakuryuu couldn't take anymore. When he thought about it, the evening had gotten away from him, he had only really gotten to drink and eat, not even get to dance.

But there would be another time, he reminded himself. Another chance, and another party.

He offered to help Hakuryuu to his room, the prince in no condition to make it that far on his own, but Spartos interjected that he would, his room being closer to the prince's than Judal's. The Magi shrugged, letting him go with his friend. The rest of the group had already started dispersing, and when he looked for the king, he couldn't find him immediately.

Which left him alone to try and find him. A relatively easy challenge that he accepted with a smug look as he headed off to the gardens of the palace.

There had been a few celebrations he had come to, late in the evening, and his king was no where to be found, not even in his bedroom. He had finally found him either in the gardens or one of the connecting dayrooms each time. He learned this is what the man did when he got fed up with the parties and just wanted to get away.

And it was where he found him this time, that same dayroom from his first day in Sindria as it's temporary Magi and where they had once been intimate. The man was in that same chair, arms folded over his chest, and head resting back, and he could tell by the night of the moon his eyes were closed. Judal grinned, floating just a bit so he was quiet in his movements as he snuck up behind the king.

He leaned in, loosely wrapping his arms around the king's neck, and beginning an almost gentle assault of kisses on the side of his face.

"Mmm, I hope that's you, Judal," Sinbad said, a hand coming to rest on one of his arms. "Otherwise, if he sees you, it could end badly."

Sinbad gave a little yelp when Judal bit his ear lobe. "And who else would it be, Idiot King?"

"I'm sure there's someone who would try it," the king laughed. His hand was moving up, inside Judal's large sleeve, gently grazing the skin with ragged nails. "You aren't the only one who finds me attractive."

Judal clicked his tongue. He ran his fingers on the underside of Sinbad's chin, angling his neck back just so, and kissed him, their mouths fitting almost expertly. After all, it wasn't the first time they had kissed like this. The Magi had often hung upside down to give him some moment of affection before flying off somewhere. Sinbad reached his other hand up, touching Judal's cheek softly.

When they parted lips, the Magi smirked, saying, "Who said that you were attractive? You just have other qualities that make you tolerable."

Sinbad laughed, something good natured, and Judal found himself snickering with him. The mood was almost light between them, either from the energy of the festival or the drink that was still in their systems. Either way, it left him feeling rather good and warm, and when Sinbad's fingers went to the nape of his neck to pull him down for another kiss. It was soft and slow, just lips moving against each other, as Judal still caressed the front of his throat and Sinbad ran his fingers through his hair.

No rush, no demands to be anywhere, just here.

Sinbad's words drifted through his mind with a new sense of meaning. He didn't have to go back to Kou this evening, no obligation in the morning than to just get up and harrass Ja'far. He knew what would more than likely end up happening, but he didn't have to demand it just this second. Well, he would in a few moments, every touch of Sinbad on his skin was making him want more, but he didn't have to hurry the process. He could enjoy this moment, and the haze of wine and good spirits was going to let him without any second thoughts.

It felt like forever before either one really moved, and it was the Magi who did, just enough so he could rest their foreheads together. It was quiet, just their light breathing under the moon, as they held just enough onto each other.

"Come here," Sinbad whispered, pulling lightly on his wrist. "I want to see you."

Judal smiled, coming around the large chair to stand in front of the king, who was still handing loosely to his hand. Sinbad looked him over, much like how he did earlier in the evening, no need to hide his want as his eyes roamed the Magi's taut body.

"I don't think that shirt was like that before," he commented off handedly as he reached out to graze Judal's exposed stomach.

A flare of sensation ran through him, and Judal shivered at the touch. Not just because it was light and warm and just felt nice, but because the light Rukh chirped happily, eager to point out with their melodies that he was touching the little thing without even knowing it was there. Like he knew, somehow, and normally that thought would leave him aggravated.

But right now, it just filled him with something very close to affection, and he didn't stop himself from putting a hand on top of Sinbad's, keeping it where it was.

"I thought it looked better like this."

Sinbad hummed in agreement. "I'll say."

The Magi grinned before he turned just slightly and sat in the king's all too eager lap. The man was quick to wrap his arms around him, kissing the side of his neck as they adjusted, getting comfortable.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Sinbad cooed in his ear. His arms were moving, a hand sneaking under his shirt, the other splaying fingers over his stomach.

"Not enough," the Magi purred.

Judal leaned in and back, his chest out into the palm, his back arced while his shoulders and lower half staying as close as possible to the king's body. He rolled his head along Sinbad's neck, just to where the man could lay kisses and bites and he could return them with ease. He reached a hand back, tangling fingers in those violet locks, his other hand on top of the one on his stomach. One foot was on top of Sinbad's knee, the other dangling on the other side of his legs, spreading himself just so.

Sinbad laid kisses on the side of his face, up to his mouth, and Judal turned his head to meet him in another soft kiss. But with every moment that passed, Judal was jerking every so much by Sinbad's soft touches, and when he did, it made him rub against the king's nether parts, and their gentle kiss became more and more heated. Tongues and teeth were increasing in their intensity, and soon enough they grinding heavily into each other.

Judal took the hand that was on top of his, moving it in between their bodies, and raising his hips enough that he could snake his hand to rub on Sinbad's growing clothed member. Sinbad growled into their kiss, biting down on his lip as the Magi ran his hand up and down. Judal only sniggered, moving his head, ignoring the disapproving sound Sinbad made as he made to bite the exposed parts of the king's neck.

Sinbad let him continue, moving his head just enough to give him access, but retaliating by moving his hand down, just barely getting under the hem of his pants. He teased, just staying at the waistline, though Judal unconsciously moved in an attempt to get more contact. His other hand was still roaming under the shirt, feeling the pectorals, squeezing his nipple here and again.

Judal grunted, applying that much more pressure to his grip. He bit down on the king's chin, and it made Sinbad hold onto him tighter.

"Judal," he said heavily. "Judal, please, ah." He groaned again a tongue graced the inner part of his ear. "I want, gods, let me inside of you."

A shiver went through him, the vulgar statement something of a pleasure for him. He always liked this, now and again, it had its pleasures to it, because it normally meant the following would be something wonderful.

"Not here, Idiot King," Judal retorted, voice low. "Remember last time?"

"Fine, then let's go." He accented it with the softest of strokes to Judal's length.

"Can you make it that long? Even my room isn't that close..." His voice was teasing, pale fingers still working on the erection in his palm.

Sinbad shuddered, unable to concentrate completely with the way his Magi was moving. "No, I, you're..." He gave another squeeze to his body. "I know where to go."

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Kind of a rushed ending, I was trying to get it done to get to art, blah blah blah, fluff next chapter.

Shout outs!

Tacitamura. Thank you, that means so much! ^^ Those two bickering is just one of my favourite things, hieh. I love Judal's room, I kind of want it, haha. Yeah, I love the big guy. And that will probably be the most he talks, haha. Yes, he can be, with the right influences. It'll have a happy ending, just a lot to deal with in between, mwahaha. :)
Hiddenfanfics. Thank you! It will end happy, I promise. But you know what they say about the journey, and it will be a rough one. ^^
SunsetKitsune. He does, that smart Fanalis guy. And it's still going to be a while before the king knows, unfortunately. But he'll learn, eventually.
Nostalgic5947. Agreed! I like to think that Judal puts up a huge front, but there are actually a lot of things that make him uncomfortable. And he is a great guy. :D Thank you!