Aladdin woke up only to frown. The feel of soft, expensive bedding surrounded him. Smooth silks, thick fluffy pillows under his head; he looked around to see lush golds, reds, and black around him. His eyes drifted to the surroundings, watching it all with interest.

His eyes went to the door as he heard soft muffled sounds coming from the door. It wasn't a hotel room door. Nothing in the room looked like a hotel room. To say the least, it was strange. He was so used to that sort of thing. He was used to being in random rooms, but this room was so much nicer than anywhere he had been before. He pulled the sheets back and grinned a bit as he saw the over-sized t-shirt he was in. When he stood up, it went to his knees.

This must be Judal's home. It was so nice. He was jealous, just slightly. It was an honor to be able to be here. Who else was able to actually be able to travel and have ice cream with someone like him? He couldn't think of too many people offhand that would probably be okay with Judal's attitude.

Opening the door, Aladdin slipped out of the room and looked around, listening carefully as he heard the music coming from the other room. His eyes drifted towards that end of the hallway, his feet carrying him as quickly and quietly as they could. His eyes were straining, although soon enough he could hear the sounds clearly. Judal's voice was more casual, more like talking than his nice singing voice, it sounded more masculine that way.

If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares

Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares

Not into temptation, not to cliffs to fall

On to revelation, a lesson for us all

Aladdin poked his head in only for the other to stop, staring over at him. "So sleeping beauty finally woke up, huh? Took you long enough, brat." The man began to stop, flipping through his music a bit before Aladdin walked in, sitting down by the piano in the room. His eyes wandered around to look at all the instruments, his eyes widening a bit as he saw everything.

"You have so many instruments in here." They were everywhere, hanging on the walls, sitting around in cases by the window. There was a harp even, standing in its own little corner. It was fascinating to see all these things sitting around and actually owned by someone rather than being company property or in a music store.

"There's one of every kind... and then some." The man tampered with his speaker nearby a bit, adjusting the volume.

"Do you ever get them mixed up?"

"Hmm?" Judal stared at him. "Take a look around, Chibi. None of them look that much alike. I don't think I'm going to be getting them mixed up that easily."

"You never know. You might start playing a guitar with a bow thinking it's like a cello or vice versa." Aladdin's hands ran over a nearby piano, pressing a couple keys and giving a soft hum as he heard the notes ring through the room. There was good acoustics in here.

"Hardly, I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't do that." He strummed the strings a moment before nodding to himself.

"Why didn't you finish that song you were playing?"

"I assumed you wanted to begin practicing our work."

"We haven't started yet. You can finish your song."

Judal stared at him a moment before he changed his fingering on the guitar, shaking his head before he continued.

He walked into the room on the arm of my old friend

I knew whatever happened our friendship was dead

Chemical reaction, desire at first sight

Mystical attraction, turned out all my lights

Aladdin frowned at those lyrics, listening for a moment before he waved for the other to stop. "Judal! You got the lyrics wrong!"

"So?" Judal looked over at him.

"So~ you aren't singing it right!"

"What does it matter? I was singing it the way I wanted to."

"Did you write those lyrics?"

"No. They're by a Brit named Sting."

"Then sing them right. It's disrespectful to sing it wrong." Aladdin shook his head as the other groaned.

"You wanted me to finish. That was the way I wanted to sing it. We aren't in public. This is my house, my rules. No pants, no authority, brat. So shut your trap and let me sing things my way."

"Why would you changed the lyrics like that though. You're singing about attraction to a guy instead and old friendships remaining dead? I don't think that was the way it went."

"Maybe I'm changing it to make it more meaningful for myself. Did you ever think of that?"

Aladdin shook his head, "I don't think that's why you did it."

Judal stared at him a moment, eyes widened in disbelief. "...Tell me why I changed the lyrics then."

"I really have no idea, but you shouldn't have." Aladdin hopped up and wandered over to where Judal stood, looking at the lyrics on the sheet music. He flipped back to the pages before and looked before he pointed. "Which song were you singing?"

"Saint Augustine in Hell."

Aladdin looked back at the book and flipped pages for a moment before he pointed at the lyrics. "See! I knew you got them wrong. These lyrics are saying 'she' not 'he.'" He looked at Judal and shook his head. "I can sing-"

"I think I can sing just fine, brat. I was doing alright before I had someone wandering in here and messing me up." Judal's arm wrapped around Aladdin's waist as he pulled the boy closer; "Obviously," he purred, "I was far too kind to you when we did things last time. Maybe this time I should pay a little more attention."

Aladdin heard the sound of the guitar strap hitting the floor, one arm moving to set the guitar against an amplifier nearby. That mouth was right by his ear, breathing into it softly. The feel of Judal's body was pressed against his back. The room suddenly seemed that much smaller.

"Should I," Judal asked in a low voice. "Shall we have our own mystical attraction? Desire at first sight?"

"W-what do you mean?" Aladdin turned, looking back at him. "That's not possible. We're both men."

"Oh Chibi, Chibi~" Judal pulled him a bit closer, ignoring Aladdin's squirming as he dragged him from the room. The polished wooden floors slid under his feet without a problem. There was no friction, no stopping the other from taking him towards the bedroom. It was all he could do to keep his wits as the other spoke again. "We've already done this before, brat. It's not like you don't know the feel of it."

"We haven't done that!"

Judal threw the bedroom door open, pulling him into the room. Aladdin's eyes widened as he felt the other lay him down, the mattress meeting him only so kindly. Yet he looked up and swallowed as he saw the look in the other's eyes. Was he- there was no way that Judal actually thought they had done something like that!

"We haven't done this! We never did anything like this! Where did you get that idea?"

The other stared at him. Those eyes lost, his body shaking a bit. "...what do you mean?"

Aladdin shook his head, sitting up a bit. "We have never had sex with one another. I don't even think we can. We are both guys. That's not possible."

Those carmine eyes were ablaze, glaring down into the depths of his soul. Judal's body pinning him down before Aladdin could say anything more. His grip was so tight. It was all Aladdin could do to keep from crying a bit from the pain. "You said we slept together. When we were in Berlin, you told your two lackeys that."

"Yeah, we did, but we didn't have sex-"

"Are you kidding me right now?" Judal stared at him a moment before groaning. He rolled off of him, resting his hands over his eyes. "Dear Solomon, are you kidding me right now. You honestly thought they were asking if we had slept together in the same bed."

"Of course." Aladdin stared at him before it clicked, his eyes widened. "You don't think they- Oh no. I need to correct the-"

Judal's body rolled them over, those eyes glued to him once more as the other glared at him. "It's too late. I'm sure your entire staff knows and I didn't even do anything."

"I'm sorry," Aladdin apologized. "I will tell them. We haven't don-"

The other covered his mouth, that mouth pressing against his before Aladdin felt a tongue poke at him, demanding entrance. Try as he might to turn away, it only made the other hold his face in place. Those eyes burning him to the spot. "Don't you dare run," Judal murmured to him darkly, "if I'm going to be forever blamed for taking something, I'm going to take it."

"Judal, n-"

It was too late to run; Aladdin could see that as the other moved forward. Those lips stole his away, kissing him mercilessly. Any of that gentleness Aladdin had been unaware of having been there was gone.

"Stop, Ju… please… we can't…" He pushed at the other before he saw the flicker in the other's eyes. It made him pause.

Judal's body tensed, those eyes locked on him.

They both stared at one another, Aladdin's heart racing against his chest as he stared. There was something wrong. He couldn't tell what had happened. Yet the other moved back, sitting up only for his fist to hit the headboard of the bed.

"Damn it all."

Aladdin shivered a bit before sitting up a bit. "Judal?"

"Don't… Don't talk, brat." Judal still had one hand on Aladdin, holding Aladdin's thigh tightly.

Was he not going to do this then? Aladdin smiled a bit at the change of heart. He was a good person obviously. He wouldn't go through with something that wasn't willing obviously. They could just not do that. Slipping a bit closer, Aladdin wrapped his arms around Judal and hugged him. "Thank you."

The other snorted, "Don't thank me, brat."

Aladdin shook his head. "You're too amazing to try to do something that horrible."

"You don't know anything about me," Judal replied, staring over at him before he sighed. The man pulled him close and laid back on the bed. "If your company breathes a word of me even looking at you the wrong way, I'm going to sue them and you are going to be my witness."

Aladdin merely nodded, cuddling a little closer and continuing to hug him.