Fanalis Femme Fatale

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kheelwithit

Its... It feels like when she leaves, she takes anything breathable with her.

His lungs burn, his heart aches, his...

It hurts.

It might feel better for him to topple off of the balcony because even after that she's still upset, even when he's bared the entirety of everything he was scared she wouldn't like- of course she is. He can't find it in himself to even be mad at her for it, he'd really asked for it, hadn't he? It... he could've pushed Aladdin away, could've just... fuck him, he doesn't even know anymore. She hadn't even seen fit to explain why the hell she let Ja'far's fucking fin-

He sobs a little. And it's not impossible that he cries.

And how pathetic is he that he can't even find the strength to do it in his bedroom or somewhere else? He gasps, tries to force some air in his chest but his lungs are so damn useless that they can't remember what inhalation is and he just coughs out another broken cry. His mouth is cotton and too wet and his throat feels like a pole's been shoved in it. His hands are anything but steady when he knots them in his hair and pulls, trying to stop the cycle of his fault that his brain takes. He's lost her and he's not getting her back, though and the thoughts won't stop and so when Ja'far stands Alibaba only hopes it's so he can ridicule Alibaba, leave, something or anything and the swish of his robes is cold and impersonal.

Very unlike the hug he gives Alibaba.

It's even more pathetic of him that he doesn't have the strength in any way to push him away. He's sad and hurting and fairly alone and more than slightly snotty and Ja'far's arms don't seem to find him the least bit repulsive for it when they wrap around him, they're strong warm things and they make it easier, a little, to sob into the chest they pull him into like some sort of kidnapped princess reunited with her prince. Ja'far tucks his head underneath his chin and strokes his hair with soothing little hums and shushing sounds and Alibaba is crying thrice as hard for a dozen more reasons that he didn't even know about and it's like it's dawned on him all over again that he's weak, his kingdom isn't okay, he was raped and can't even have the satisfaction of blame, he's not strong enough, he's lost the only girl he was ever good with and he's so fucking far away from being good enough to solve any of it.

Ja'far takes all of it.

The tears that wet his robes and shirt, he takes it.

The weak smacks against his chest that Alibaba makes, like he doesn't want this, he takes that.

The scrapes of teeth against his collarbone that happen when Alibaba muffles shouts, he takes it all.

Keeps shushing, petting and murmuring while the weight of Alibaba's world clatters around his feet. And when it's done and the screams fade to whimpers and then just ragged breathing and faint coughs and shivers, Ja'far scoops him up and repositions them so he can lean against the end of the bed. He keeps Alibaba in his lap, between his legs and still leaning against his chest, which is pleasant to do and really, there's more than enough room to accommodate him. He lets the sound of Ja'far's steady heartbeat lull his eyes shut, even though he isn't really intending on going to sleep. He doesn't think he could.

"All of this was caused this by the bruises, then?"

He feels Ja'far's voice in his chest before he hears it. It takes a little more time before he can process it, as exhausted as he is. He breathes out a little affirmative sound and Ja'far copies it back, softer and deeper.

"And you don't feel the slightest bit better, do you?"

Alibaba shakes his head as much as he may, very little with the fog in his mind so thick and exhaustion pressing onto him until it's almost as tangible as Ja'far's hands, clasped together and holding Alibaba with him, never suffocating, not coddling. He sniffles. Ja'far huffs out a little breath that might be a laugh and takes hold of the sleeve of his uniform, delicately rubs away the snot and the tears and god knows what else from his face.

"It might not help much more, but what she-" Even saying she is enough for his eyes start to burn again. He clenches his jaw like it's something to be borne. "let me do, it was just learning. That's it."

He wiggles a little in Ja'far's lap.

"She thought of you, I think." Alibaba lets out what could be considered a mockery of a laugh, sort of maybe happy and something that makes him feel lighter in a place that doesn't matter because this is a suggestion of a possibility that Mor doesn't hate him.

"I doubt that she's still upset with you. I think she just needs some time to prepare, much like you needed yesterday."

And yeah, now that little lightness is starting to creep into places that matter and the tiredness presses even closer to him and Ja'far won't be too terribly upset if he just... sleeps, will he? It's all too appealing of an option with the slight way that Ja'far rocks from side to side.

"If you'd still like to even the scores, I could teach you something. I think you'll find it helpful in the future."

And no matter how tired Alibaba could ever be, time in the slums has taught him to eagerly, hungrily grasp at anything he can learn. He tilts his head up to Ja'far with bleary eyes, hums again with a sore throat. Ja'far hardly looks at him, but the rocking continues and Ja'far's arms are as steady as ever.

"It has the tendency to make people... nervous. If you allow me to do this, you must stay calm. Anything that I do, I'm experienced in. I will hurt you, but it will be good. Do you consent?"

Alibaba has, truthfully, heard of worse proposals. That 'this will hurt, incredibly so, it won't stop' and such and such. He's taken deals like that with little hesitation, a shot of brandy and a block of wood between his teeth.

"Yes." It's croaky, and thick with tiredness and little louder than a mumble, but it's a sober, clear yes.

Ja'far's chest heaves again and he repositions Alibaba again with quick and efficient touches, doesn't mind one bit that he's limp and doll like. Alibaba's legs are spread, he sits straight against Ja'far's chest, his head resting on his shoulder properly so that Alibaba can feel Ja'far's breath fanning against the shell of his ear. Ja'far mumbles something in his throat that's more to himself than to be heard by Alibaba.

And Alibaba guesses it's started, because Ja'far's clever hands are unclipping his sash, not bothering with even tossing it somewhere else, they're far too busy slipping under his shirt, pressing against his skin, not quite hard, but getting close so that Alibaba tenses up, feels the first spikes of anticipation. It's good, like this, to focus on the way it hurts so perfectly when Ja'far's nails dig in as they drag up his ribcage so slowly. Alibaba turns his face into Ja'far's neck, grits his teeth again.

"Arms up." It's a whisper, now, and Ja'far turns his head to Alibaba, nearly shivering. It's an unfamiliar thing to see Ja'far like this, focused completely on him and frankly, rather sensual, it's a little much to process he thinks. Alibaba looks away, favors hiding in the crook of Ja'far's neck and obeys, helps Ja'far get his shirt off. Ja'far makes another soft sound and slides his fingers down the way they came and really that's enough to make him shake, and it's a little lewd, the way Ja'far's other hand slides into his hair and just fucking pulls, forcing his head up, and Alibaba resists a little, pulls against the punishing (what a lie, he enjoys this) hand, and when Ja'far removes his hand in favor of gripping his chin, Alibaba can't even have the time to properly appreciate the way it aches because Ja'far comes closer, till Alibaba can feel his breath brushing over his lips and his own stops because Ja'far... Ja'far stares at him like he wants him, wants to savor him and trade pleasure as proper lovers do through lidded grey eyes and it makes Alibaba's heart pound and he licks his lips, shifts and squirms with the uncomfortable restriction in his pants when Ja'far lowers his hand in favor of using it to pull Alibaba just that fraction of an inch closer and brush their lips together, so slight the first time that it's nothing but a bit of pressure and Ja'far hardly complains when Alibaba grips his hand into official robes and reaches for more, to taste, feel. It's quite the contrary, actually, Ja'far helps him, leans down to make their lips overlap and Alibaba is thrilled to taste him, even though he tastes like nothing at all, rushes in clumsily in ways that belie how little experience he has. His teeth click awkwardly against Ja'far's and his nose keeps getting in the way in between the smacking sound of lips, warm and soft and he could swear he could die with how good it feels for Ja'far's breath, so even, to rush into him with used up air that doesn't do much but make him dizzy and fucking hot, tingly and more thoroughly turned on than he's been with nearly anyone. It's hardly his fault that his breath stops for a good second when Ja'far's hand comes back, gripping is jaw so cruelly that Alibaba whimpers and it's not a bad thing at all when Ja'far pulls back pulling saliva between their lips like fucking taffy and Alibaba thinks he may have stared at it incredulously for it's lewdness because Ja'far smiles, and leans in again, Alibaba tries to reach up again, ready.

The grip on his chin tightens. He stops immediately, looks to Ja'far again. The grip softens, nearly entirely lax. Alibaba scowls.

"You're supposed to be learning, Alibaba."

Alibaba has the decency to be embarrassed, then and his lip pokes out in a pout and Ja'far darts out like the viper he is to bite on it and Alibaba's body jerks in Ja'far's arms that hold fast before he trembles, marvels at how good Ja'far is at inflicting pain, even if it's a little sharper than the way he likes it. He relaxes, Ja'far's grip tightens again to the welcomed ache that he needs.

The next time, Ja'far remains entirely in control and Alibaba isn't entirely sure how just letting things happen to him is as nice as it is. Ja'far kisses him harder now, it escalates slowly from a slick glide of lips over each other to something absolutely filthy, Ja'far's teeth worry at the cut he's made before his tongue traces over it, pulls it into his own mouth and Alibaba is a little shocked at how messy it gets, between the taste of iron and the little kisses Ja'far lays on the corner of his lips and before he leave messy trails of spit that should be gross, it isn't and he doesn't mind at all, likes it for it's lack of perfection enough that his hips buck into the air and he groans into Ja'far's mouth because it hurts to be without attention there and he's so fucking grateful when Ja'far's hands steal down even slip underneath his bottoms, trace across his hips and he wails as his hips shake and his thighs strain, knees buckle. Ja'far laughs away whatever pained desperation is left when kisses him breathless again, and Alibaba is stayed for the moment at the harsh grate of nails against his bruises and he's properly drunk on the feeling and he sucks in air that Ja'far forces out of him when he finally grabs his cock, and Alibaba knows, for a second relief.

And then Ja'far teases again.

Alibaba doesn't know if he's a God or a bastard.

Ja'far hasn't bothered with lube and it's fine because he's fucking dripping all over himself and the slick makes Ja'far's hand slide against his shaft easily with a filthy squelch that makes his breath catch again and moan through clenched teeth when Ja'far kisses somewhere beneath his ear, rubs his thumb against the slit of Alibaba's cock while the hand on his jaw leaves, Alibaba wonders where it's going, if it's left bruises in the pleasured haze until it finds purchase in a little pink nipple, brushes across it gently, gently and Alibaba is strung so fucking taught because he knows the pain is going to come, wants it and the anticipation is going to kill him. Ja'far's hand wiggles further down in his pants and Alibaba hardly has it in him to stop the embarrassing coo and the way his head lolls back just that much more. He completely gives in when clever fingers cup his sac, massage the area behind it that's sensitive in ways Alibaba didn't know it could be and the pressure makes him cry out quietly. Ja'far hums again against the shell of his ear like he's pleased and Alibaba's hips push down into the touch, rolling, languid almost. How slutty does he look, splayed across a man's lap and keening like a cheap whore?

He shouldn't enjoy that thought.

The pain comes in the form of a cruel twist to Ja'far twists a nipple cruelly and the pain shoots through him like a knife, makes him curl up around it and see stars and shriek and Ja'far's damnably steady breathing wavers, comes a bit quicker and he wants to cry out again to make Ja'far of all people do that, he pushes his hips back, clumsily grinds his ass against Ja'far and God but it's good to feel a hardness pressing up against him and he's tempted to do it again, even when Ja'far huffs like Alibaba's an overeager puppy mumbles out a near silent, patronizing no while his lips curve upward and his hands wonder back up again and Ja'far's hands curl around the arc of Alibaba's throat and really there's nothing that could even pretend to be graceful about the way he gasps like he's been burned and his cock jumps and then Ja'far's breath slides ever so nicely over the cuff of his ear again and all he can do is relax and go limp and his eyes well up with tears and he's not afraid of this at all, is surprised by how much he fucking craves the next little bit of pressure and the way he'll see spots and his hips cant again.

"If I should stop-" He's practically floating, Ja'far couldn't ever get him to stop when it's like this, electric, heady, frantic and stopping is as stupid as intentionally falling off a cliff to him in the moment and Ja'far's languid fucking smoothvoice makes his blood sear and it's pounding in his ears as Ja'far continues like none of it matters even though if he wiggles just right, he can feel Ja'far's only gotten harder, hotter.
"-drop this." Alibaba is honestly probably unfairly upset when the hand around his throat disappears for a flash and Ja'far's gently tugging on Alibaba's hand from where it's knotted in his robes, presses something round that chimes in his hand.

A bell. Alibaba doesn't really care about anything else but Ja'far's fucking hands, though, he doesn't pay it any attention and huffs out a breath, tilts his head back and it would be a filthy lie to say that when Ja'far's hands curl around his throat again that he does anything short as convulse and everything is on fire for the briefest of moments and Ja'far's other hand is quick to grab the base of his cock to fucking ruin it all and it feels like putting an explosion in a box and he's left gasping, kiss swollen lip trying to suck in air as Ja'far's hand tightens suddenly, struggling against the unrelenting grip around his cock, bucking to get that last bit of friction to just come and it's just got to be evil that Ja'far uses his own long legs to hold his open, takes his hand off of his cock shoves three sticky fingers past his lips and Alibaba is so far gone that he sucks them eagerly, clumsily, tastes something salty as his teeth scrape and drool runs down his chin, making new wet spots where the old ones have started to dry and his hips lift mindlessly. Ja'far's laughter doesn't go amiss and Alibaba's lungs are starting to burn and tears are blurring his vision and some garbled raspy curse spews past his lips as Ja'far slides his fingers out slowly.
"Language, Alibaba." Alibaba rumbles out a precious bit of air in a semblance of a growl and Ja'far 'tsk's and squeezes harder.
"I think you're best with something in your mouth." And Ja'far shoves his slender fingers in again, obscenely and faster than Alibaba is prepared for and he gags on them and it doesn't stop Ja'far from fingerfucking his mouth at all and Alibaba can do nothing but moan and take it while spots start to dance on his vision and he feels so good that he only leans in for more, lets his jaw go lax for Ja'far to take advantage of him even though his vision is narrowing to a pinprick and Ja'far's hand looses and it's so sweet to breathe again that tears fall and Alibaba sucks in air in a smooth avaricious gasp and swears to himself to never take it for granted while Ja'far's thumb strokes across his throat.

"Would you like to come now?" Sticky fingers stray down, grasping oh so lightly and Alibaba's eyes flutter pathetically and his hands flex, try to find something to keep him from flying apart entirely apart and he's hissing please like the worst sort of cock whore and Ja'far's grip tightens at the same time his hand does and it's perfect because Ja'far seems to know how close he is, doesn't let him fall apart at all just yet, bides his time and brushes his lips across the shell of Alibaba's ear and bites on the earring, tugging and nipping at flesh that has no right to be as sensitive as it is while the burn of oxygen deprival is setting in and Ja'far brings him closer and closer as it becomes harder and harder to go without air and Alibaba trembles again because already Ja'far's working him over so thoroughly and it's hard to think now with as little air as there is and he burns and almost fucking there and he's beyond doing anything other than feeling and everything in him strains and Ja'far's mouth swallows any sound he might've made and Alibaba's hand threads through his hair, grips too hard and Ja'far's thumb presses perfectly across the head and stars flash and he can't take anymore and really there's nothing graceful about the way he comes, everything is too bright, too hot, it burns and he can only writhe in Ja'far's hold as the world goes dark and he paints his hand white and sticky until he's spent and shivering and the world comes back into proper color and his chest is heaving as he pants against Ja'far's mouth, which hasn't stopped kissing him carefully, letting him down slowly. Alibaba can only look at him, let the hand in Ja'far's hair fall limp and hope his gaze is grateful.

It is, ridiculously so, but he doesn't know that.

Ja'far snorts quietly, tucks Alibaba's cock back in sweat damp pants and takes his hand to his mouth and Alibaba's heart skips a beat because he's not really going to...

Ja'far does. Laps at Alibaba's mess and even though he can breathe just fine, the sound that he makes sounds a little strangled still and Ja'far swallows it.

"Better then." And Alibaba can hear how smug he is as Ja'far props him up straighter and everything is starting to feel fucking golden even though its so late it could be early and the scant moonlight makes everything more monochromatic and he almost thinks he can bear with whatever happens tomorrow And its a little stupid now, in retrospect where everything is, that he'd be so upset.

Morgiana doesn't hate him for things out of his control. Morgiana is his friend and- and-

He can't say it, but his heart is fit to burst and a lazy grin slips onto his face as Ja'far helps him to unsteady feet because he knows anyways.

Later, after Alibaba's washed off all the sticky sweat and in his own bed, Ja'far himself indulges in some well deserved relief.