Title. Zillullah
Chapter title. Fever Breaking
Authour. ~sushisama~
Fandom. Magi
Main Pairing. Sinbad/Judal
Warnings. There's a light lime in this chapter, nothing too graphic and is only about three paragraphs.
Disclaimer. I do not own Magi or its characters, I'm just borrowing them for some fun.
Notes. Sorry for the bit of delay with this chapter, was a bit busy. And I'm going to be a bit busy in this week, and I'm also going to be taking a slight break from Zillullah. Not too long, but if I don't, I'll get burnt out and won't finish. But don't worry, I won't stop writing, I'll just be doing some one shots. I may not be uploading all of them here, though (don't feel like dealing with CU's bullshit, honestly), so please check out either my tumblr or AO3, both under the name of sushisama. And I have some Sinju art on my tumblr, too. :)
And I swear next chapter will explain Judal's behaviour. And getting closer to telling him, I swearzies.
Outside of the monsoon season, it hardly ever rained in Sindria. When it did, though, it was never a quick thing, but something that lasted on and on. At least, that was how the two or three days it normally lasted felt to the citizens.
Even on just the second day, Sinbad was ready for the sun to be back out.
Three days had passed since the blue-haired Magi had graced Sindria with his returned presence. Since that first day, the two Magi were off either in Judal's library or one of the many libraries in the palace, and Sinbad had been pleasantly surprised by their cooperation. Whatever project Aladdin had picked seemed to have them both enthralled.
Despite the time they seemed to be spending off in their world of magic and academia, Judal had been coming to him at night, crawling into bed with him. And the king was enjoying it, getting to sleep by his Magi after they talk themselves into exhaustion, about their day, what the king was working on, how the Baby Magi was annoying with his cheeriness (but always changing the subject when the research was brought up). It was almost domestic, and Sinbad couldn't think of a better way to spend his evenings.
After a few days cooped up in the palace, the two youths talked Hakuryuu into skipping his weapon practice with Spartos, and they spent the day in the city (including the general who got talked into it). That was when it had started to rain, and within half an hour of its start, Aladdin, Hakuryuu, and Spartos had returned. When Sinbad had asked about Judal, they made mention that he had shown an interest in something down the way in the bazaar and said he would be back on his own in a bit.
That little bit had ended up being all evening, and Sinbad had to bite back his own concern when the Magi didn't come back while the rain was getting heavier. Judal had proven he could be trusted with his intentions, that him not coming home immediately only meant more that he was distracted or off doing his own thing they doing anything destructive. Well, he hoped he could continue with that trust.
It was also a pleasant thought that he was coming home. To the palace, to him, he could tell it was becoming home.
He only stayed up a little bit later than usual, just to see if Judal would return, but when the half moon was at its apex, he decided to turn in and just wait for his Magi in the morning. It was with only a little unease that it took a bit to actually fall asleep, Sinbad never been one to rest well in rainstorms, but eventually it came to him.
Sinbad wasn't sure when it was in the evening that he woke next, the windows were closed and the room was pitch black when he did, but it was to a cold presence climbing into his bed that startled him awake. He barely made out the beginning of a question, a rise from where he lay to attempt at something defensive before he had arms wrapped around his neck, a body pressed up against him.
"Judal?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the smaller body and getting only a huff in return. "You're freezing." His hold only tightened, as he pulled the sheets around them. He only noticed as an after thought that his Magi was already disrobed.
He had been so quiet, he hadn't even woken once when Judal had stolen inside.
"Your hair," he went on, running a hand through the tangled and wet mess. "Judal, we need to get you dry-"
"Shut up, idiot," he said low into Sinbad's neck. "Get a blanket, and I'll be fine."
"Judal," he tried again.
"Go on," the Magi urged him, pulling away so Sinbad could get up, and waving a hand to light one of the larger candles in the corner of the room where the linens were kept. The king sighed, but did as he was told. He had to dig around in a couple of boxes before he found something he thought would be thick enough to keep them warm on the unusually cool night. He ignored the sound of thunder as he came back to the bed, unfolded the blanket and laying it down before crawling under it.
Once under the blanket, Judal was once more on him, and Sinbad was quick to wrap his arms around him, pleased by the feel of his slightly dried hair (he just assumed the Magi used some heat magic when he was getting the blanket). He rubbed his back, doing what he could to help warm up the smaller form.
"Where were you?" Sinbad asked.
"Tomorrow," Judal mumbled into his chest. "Sleepy."
The king could not hold back a light laugh. The whole thing made him think of that time so long ago when Judal had done something so similar, and it amused him to remember the similarities. He gave the youth a slight squeeze as he allowed himself to return to slumber, his Magi safe in his arms.
The morning had a little more stress to it. When the king had woken up, it was to a ball of warmth in his arms, not cold. Which wouldn't have been too bad, but it felt too warm, and when he tried to wake up his Magi, he let out a groan that was interrupted by a cough. Sinbad ignored the patter of the rain as he rolled him over on his back, a hand feeling up his warm body to rest on his burning forehead.
"I didn't think you could get sick," he murmured, trying to hide the concern in his voice.
Judal just mumbled something, swatting at his hand before further curling into the blankets. Sinbad watched him for just a moment, running a hand through his bangs, and he wasn't sure if his hair was still damp from the rain or if it was sweat from the fever. He reprimanded himself mentally, regretting he hadn't really fully woken up when the Magi came back and made sure he was warmed up properly or dried.
He shoved the admonishing thoughts aside quickly, though, knowing the ideas were late and wouldn't help.
"Guess you've learned about staying out in the rain," Sinbad said softly, no really tease in his voice as he worked on Judal's braid and undoing it.
Judal growled, but it sounded drowsy and muffled with his face buried in the pillow. He didn't stop the king, but made small sounds whenever he pulled a little at a knot. Sinbad wasn't happy that the whole length of Judal's hair still seemed to be somewhat moist, even after he thought he had used magic to dry it some, but he knew getting him up right now was asking a lot. The Magi clearly was against any sort of movement, so for now he settled with getting the hair undone and moving it far from his body, splaying it across the bed. He would just change the sheets later, after he let him sleep it off.
"I'll let you sleep." He leaned in, laying a kiss on Judal's burning forehead. "But stay here, and I'll be back, okay?"
There was only a grunt to answer him, but he smiled nonetheless.
After getting washed up and clothed, he went about the first part of his day like normal, getting something to eat and heading to his office. He spoke to Aladdin first, though, telling him how Judal wasn't feeling well and would be absent from there study. He was grateful the little Magi didn't ask how the king knew something like that: instead he just smiled, and wished Judal a quick recovery before saying he would just spend his time with Yamraiha.
It was lunch time when he decided to call it a day, favouring his idea to take care of his Magi instead of staying cooped up in his office. He swung by the kitchens to get some light fare for him, and he came back to his bedroom with a tray and a fresh bowl of cool water.
The only thing different about the room was all the windows were closed, and there was only the dimmest of lights coming in from the corners, the skies too grey to give off anything close to bright. Thankfully he knew his room enough that he didn't need the light to find his night stand to set the tray on, the bowl on the floor beside his mattress. He lit the candle on the bed side table, spending only a moment on the flow before regarding the form still curled up in the blankets.
Sinbad leaned over him, pushing the sheet aside to get at his forehead once more, using his palm to judge the temperature. Judal grabbed at his wrist, moving it off of him as he murmured something. Sinbad balanced himself over the figure, smiling a little, glad that he wasn't feeling as warm as when he left in the morning. He was only the littlest bit of warm, something more normal, and he wasn't as pale he was before.
"S'fine, idiot," the youth muttered, his fingers still on Sinbad's arm.
"Of course you are." He nudged him a little, and finally a set of crimson was looking at him, a glare. He sat up a little, groaning, still clutching the blanket around him.
"I feel gross," he said, almost off handedly. "I want to take a bath."
Sinbad nodded, pushing some of his sweat slicked bangs out of his face. "You want to eat first?" he asked, pulling at the blanket, and Judal let the linen be bundled at his lap. The king ran a hand down his side, content that his whole body seemed to be at a regular temperature, not too cold or too warm.
Judal made a noise at the touch, but didn't swat at his hand this time. He leaned his forehead against Sinbad's shoulder, letting the man continue to ran a hand up and down his back. "Not hungry," he answered.
Sinbad kissed the top of his head. "But feeling all right otherwise?"
"Have you never had a quick fever before?" Judal mocked, idly messing with a bit of his tangled hair. "I'm fine, just needed to rest."
"Well, in that case." He finished taking the blanket off, an action that was responded with an agitated grunt. Sinbad ignored him as put an arm under his knees, the other cradling his back as he lifted him from the bed. The Magi started to fuss, pushing at Sinbad's chest, but the king just held tighter to him.
"I can walk for myself," Judal growled.
"I know," Sinbad retorted with a grin. "But I always wanted to do this."
Judal gave him another half hearted push before letting himself be carried to the king's private bathing area, his head resting on Sinbad's shoulder. "Of course you did, you sap."
There was no more argument as Sinbad sat him down on the seat outside of the garden tub, glad at the little bit of magic that ran through his palace and its waterworks, that allowed the taps to work both quickly and get the desired temperature without much wait or having to lug up buckets and buckets to his high up room. While he waited on the water to fill, he started to disrobe, throwing it to the side before returning his attention to the Magi.
Judal was stretching when he turned around, and it was a sight for him to take in. The youth was still very much nude, and even more of a feast for his eyes now that he was feeling better and looked more lively. Sinbad approached him, and he was met with a smirk and an eager step as he jumped up from the seat. They met in a soft kiss, wrapping their arms around each other as teeth and mouths clashed.
After a long moment, it was Judal who pulled away first, a grin on his lips. "See?" he said. "Much better." And with that he stepped passed the king to step into the large tub. He let out a long contented sigh as he lowered himself, and Sinbad could hear the smile before he even saw it as he followed closely behind.
Judal ignored Sinbad for a minute or two, spending time on his hair as he ran soaps through it. The king watched, a smile on his lips. He had no need to clean himself, having bathed earlier in the day, so after his Magi was half way finished, he slunk up next to him, running his hands through the dark strands, helping as much as he could. The youth let him take it over, especially when Sinbad started to massage his scalp.
"So, you going to tell me where you were yesterday?"
The Magi murmured, relaxing under the king's touch. "Out."
Sinbad chortled, the answer not too unexpected. "And here I thought when you said last night you'd tell me, you actually meant it."
"Well, that was your own foolishness, wasn't it?"
The king let out a good natured laugh. "Seems to be." He ran a hand through some of his hair, an idle thought running through his mind, how long it must take to fully brush the length of strands. "Hopefully you didn't cause too much mischief."
"Sindria should be getting used to it, don't you think?"
Sinbad stopped, and though Judal couldn't see it, his mouth was agape just a bit. Did... did he mean what he thought he meant?
Judal took the pause and pulled away for a moment, detaching himself to duck under the water, and coming back up with a shake. The moment he was above the surface again, he was in Sinbad's lap, his arms around his neck, his body pressed against him. He didn't let Sinbad ask anything further, his lips on the king's, and he forgot anything he was going to ask with that lithe body so close.
They moved against each other, the kiss getting more heated as their bodies did. Judal's lips and teeth were bruising, and Sinbad's back was pushed further into the side of the bath. He was receiving light scratches and nips, and as they went on, he put his hands on the Magi's hips, rocking against him, and he had to smile at the sound that came when their nethers rubbed together under the water.
The two started a rhythm, something slow but only for a few movements, and then Sinbad's head was in his Magi's neck, and he could hear his panting through his chest as the pace increased along with the sloshing of water about them. It was rushed and almost juvenile, how they just let themselves touch and that was it, not demanding anything that was their normal intensity. Just Judal's arms squeezing around his shoulders, and Sinbad's fingers digging into his hips. Their voices were barely something audible, only increasing in volume as their movements became more frantic and haphazard.
Judal's entire hold tightened, his legs even squeezing Sinbad's sides, as he let out a long moan. Sinbad could just barely feel his release, how it only just clouded the water, but he paid it no mind as he made a few more motions, calling Judal's name into his neck as he climaxed. They held tight to each other, breathing heavy as they came down from their euphoria. Once their breaths evened out, Sinbad kept hold of his Magi, shifting them to the other side of the bath and away from the evidence of their deeds.
They were kissing for a few moments, before simply just relaxing against each other, just enjoying the water. Sinbad ran a hand through his hair, nuzzling the damp part of his bangs. His other hand was skimming across Judal's sides and back, and when it came to his stomach, the Magi put a hand atop his, keeping it un place. He tucked himself fully into Sinbad's side, nuzzling into his neck as he sighed contently.
His skin was starting to get pruned, he knew, it was definitely time to get out. They should probably actually clean themselves, especially after that excursion, but maybe they didn't need to. Maybe they would just crawl back into bed, take a nap, or maybe even have a more fulfilling round. Either way, there was always another opportunity for a bath, and oh, if those kinds of thoughts weren't pleasant enough, they could-
"What would I be?"
Sinbad blinked. "What?"
"...if I stay," Judal iterated, his voice taking a softer tone. "Not... not just the Magi part." He pulled away some, so he could look Sinbad in the eye. "Would you tell your country?"
"If you wanted me to tell them, what would you want me to say?" he asked, sincerely. This wasn't a conversation he thought he would ever have with the Magi. If there was one topic they had avoided over the past two years was what they were. There was never a label, nothing they had called it, it just was, through all of its evolutions. It was something he had thought of several times, something he did want to know, but pushing Judal was never a wise move in keeping him happy, so he never did.
Crimson eyes squinted in thought, and he didn't answer immediately. "I... don't know. But, something," Judal said, running a finger across Sinbad's jaw. "I think I'd want them to know, if only because then no more of those whores will try at you." He leaned in, lips close as he purred, "After all, you're mine."
Sinbad grinned, loving the possessive tone his Magi had taken. Though he had done things, subtly made his claim, he had rarely been so verbal, and it was heaven to hear. "I think that much can be arranged," the king conceded, kissing Judal's chin. "Any idea what you would want me to say, though?"
His mouth was on his throat when Judal hummed, and he could feel it through his lips. "I'll think of something."
It wasn't exactly an admission to what they were or what they would be, other than together, but he would take this as a victory. "It'll be nice, though. Ja'far will finally leave me alone about getting married and having kids."
"Oh?" The Magi seemed a little tense at the statement, but he blamed it on the slightly cooling waters. They really needed to get out...
"I figured you'd still have to have heirs or something."
"Well, he'll probably still bother me about that, but I'll deal with it later. I mean, all the things out there to do, I really don't know if I could focus on something like that. Not anytime soon." He pulled away from his neck to smile at his Magi. "Not like we have to worry about that, right?"
Sinbad did not understand the look Judal was giving him. It was blank, devoid of all emotion, before his brows furrowed in anger.
"You idiot."
Sinbad blinked. "Wha-"
But the Magi was out of the bath, muttering to himself as he completely left the room, and he could hear a whoosh of wind as trekked back into the bedroom. It was a moment before Sinbad was out of the waters, following him, not even bothering to dry or grab a towel as he did.
"Judal, what is it?"
He already had his pants back on and was in the process of putting his choli on when he turned back to the king, his eyes still narrowed. "You just don't get it. You have no idea-"
"Then tell me," Sinbad almost pleaded. The look on his Magi's face was something foreign, the only other times he had seen it when he asked too personal of questions since Kou had left him here, when he obviously didn't want to talk about something.
"I-" Judal stopped, rubbing his temples before grunting and reaching for his chunnari and jewellery. "I want to, but I told you, things came up." The words came out with such a sense of finality, as if they would explain everything by themselves.
"What things? What is-"
"Forget it." He reached under what was normally his pillow, taking out his wand. "I can't, you don't even..." He made a sound of frustration. "Just forget it."
"Judal," he called, gripping his wrist to try and stop him from stepping any further to the door. "Please."
But Judal wouldn't be stopped, snatching his arm back, turning a burning gaze at him. "You said I had all the time I needed, right?"
"Well, yes, but you can't-"
"That includes time to find things out, to make sure. And also for me... I need to figure out how to answer you."
"Judal, that doesn't make any sense."
"Then forget it," he reiterated once more before rushing out, slamming the door behind him, leaving Sinbad staring after him, confusion and concern clearly on his face.
::*~~*::
Sinbad was watching the sunset, the sky now clear, his paperwork completely forgotten as he rested his head on his palm, elbow perched on his desk. He had come back to his office shortly after Judal had left him, trying to distract himself from his Magi's confusing behaviour.
He had briefly humoured the idea of finding him, but decided against, giving him the time he needed to blow off steam for... whatever it was he was mad about.
The king let out a frustrated sigh, burying his head in crossed arms on his desk. He had no idea what was going on. No clue what had triggered Judal's outburst and sudden turn in attitude. Everything had been fine, their conversation had even been a good one. A great one, really. So many topics they had discussed over the past week, since before Judal's disappearing act, had been with so much potential. He had been asking how to get his trust, what it would be to be Sindria's Magi, what he would be considered personally if he stayed. All of these things, it was sounding almost too good to be true, that he was seriously considering to stay.
Either that, or it was some elaborate ruse to get the king's trust in order to double cross him. That was still in the realm of possibility, as much as Sinbad hated to admit it. Slim possibility, how things were between them, but one he still had to keep in mind.
He had gone over the conversation in his mind so many times, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. But everything had seemed to be going perfect, Judal was just asking what he would be, and he was sure if the mood hadn't shifted, they would have even discussed a title for him. It would be something important, something they really needed to discuss, but he had ended the topic on... what was it again? After he had talked about Ja'far not bothering him about marriage or children. But why would either one of those bother him?
Whether he wanted something official or not was slightly irrelevant. Well, not irrelevant, but it wasn't necessary either way. If Judal wanted something like that, like a marriage or anything, he would give it to him, gladly. He actually didn't know if his Magi would want something like that, though. He knew that Judal favoured celebrations, that was clear, but something surrounding him? He liked attention, yes, but there's something different about turning people's eyes from the main spectacle to him and him being the main spectacle. So the decision would be completely up to him, and even if he didn't want a ceremony or anything like that, he could still give him the title. A festival would just be nice, but far from required when claiming the man to him.
All depending on what Judal wanted, still. Their conversation hadn't really gotten that far, and he doubted it would have. Judal only seemed to go so far in these topics before dropping them or changing the subject, like he could only handle so much of the idea at a time. And that was all right by him. He could appreciate that it was a difficult thing to ask him for, a complete change not to just his life, but also he was in some way asking him to change who he was. He knew that. He knew that his request was far beyond just help out here and there.
And that was why he never pushed the subject, let Judal bring it up each time, and let him ask the questions, and when he was done, he didn't push for anything else. He had been a little confused when Judal had started the conversation earlier, only because it was so open handed, as if he wondered what Sinbad wanted. He thought it was clear that he just wanted them to be together, that he wanted the Magi all to himself when it came to things outside of business with the kingdom, and that was all. What Judal wanted from it was his call, how far he wanted it to be, how official it should have been, all of that was his call. He knew that. He had to have known that, he did everything to show Judal that it was all in his hands.
So it couldn't be what bothered him, right?
Because it definitely couldn't be about the heirs comment. Judal had made it clear on so many occasions before that he didn't much care for the idea of children. Maybe he was upset that it would come up later? Because it would, even if he was officially with Judal. He would still need to have someone to carry on after him, and two would be what was insisted upon, a standard for 'just in case' situations. Which meant laying with some woman, probably some dignitary or something like that.
That he could believe a reason for frustration. And he couldn't disagree with it, either. Even with a duty to his country, what would be asked of him would be unfair to Judal and something he had no want to ask for him even to accept. It hadn't been something he thought about, though, he was much too eager just to get to this first part, claiming his Magi. Those were thoughts for later, but now that it was in front of him, he still wouldn't let it get to him. He would just work on that when it came up, years from now, and if Judal were to stay with him, he would have made any sort of decision with him.
Both things he could find justification for with Judal's ire, but both things could have been soothed over with just five minutes of dialogue. So what had he been so upset about?
"Thinking about burning the midnight oil?"
Sinbad's head snapped up at the voice. So lost in his thoughts, he hadn't heard the Magi sneak in - probably from the opened balcony like usual - nor noticed when he came to lean against the desk, just within reach of the king. He blinked at him, mulling over his words before he looked outside, the first stars blinking back at him. He hadn't even realised when it got so dark. He let out a sigh before returning his gaze to Judal, not even sure how to start with him.
Because when he had a moment not to think about it, but just to let himself feel, he was a little angry. Judal kept his secrets, yes, but there were some he was tired of him keeping. He had a right to know things, especially when they had an impact on him so directly. He didn't know how much calmer he could be about the whole thing, all of this 'I'm figuring it out,' as much as he wanted him to have the space to do it, he still wanted to know.
So he didn't answer him right away, just gave him an even, tired look.
Judal's usual smirk faltered some, and he turned away for a moment, raking a hand through his bangs. He sighed before turning back, his smile something a bit more sincere and his gaze softened. He got closer, and Sinbad had to push his chair back to allow him to seat himself on the desk in front of the king, his braid draping over almost all of the surface. He leaned back on his palms, and his legs kicked a little as he took a moment, a hesitation clear in his face as he opened his mouth and then closed it.
"I was... a bit unfair earlier," he finally said, resting a foot on Sinbad's knee.
"Is that it?" Sinbad replied. He didn't mean the edge that came with it, but Judal's back and forth could drive him crazy some days.
Judal frowned a little at the remark, but didn't argue it. "Look, Sinbad..." He bit his lip before going on: "There is... there's a lot. A lot that goes into making a decision, on whether or not I want to stay, if I'm going to be Sindria's Magi, about... about us."
Sinbad just nodded, putting a hand on top of Judal's thigh, just to keep in contact with him as he spoke.
He clicked his tongue after a moment of thought. "If that's still what you're wanting, anyway."
"Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?"
Judal looked down. "And you never think about it? That maybe you shouldn't?" He tilted his chin up, smirking some. "After all, what if I can't be 'good'?"
"I don't need you to be good," Sinbad interjected. He rubbed circles at the area under his palm. "I just need you not to be... bad."
Judal raised a brow, urging him on as he put a hand on Sinbad's.
"What I mean, is that having you here is its own advantage, not just for the magic part. The way you think, it would be a great benefit to us all. You think offensively where we all have been on the defence."
"I thought you didn't want any wars," Judal teased.
"I don't. But knowing how the other guy is thinking is a great value."
The Magi scoffed. "Is that the excuse you gave to Freckles?"
"It may have been some of my argument, but it's not really an excuse if it's true."
Judal smiled a little, running a finger down Sinbad's forearm and back up. They were quiet a moment, the Magi staring at their hands while the king tried to read the expression on his face.
"I'm pretty sure what my answer will be, but there's... there's something just a bit more I have to find it, because if... There's a complication I have to make sure of, what all is part of it, that it can be solved." He looked up and leaned in, taking Sinbad's face in his hands, making sure the man was looking in his eyes. "And depending on that, that's if I stay."
"What can I do to help?" Sinbad asked, a hand moving to rest over Judal's.
Judal watched him for a moment, thinking before putting a light kiss on his forehead. "I think I've been restless."
"Restless?"
He nodded. "I need out for a bit, away from here, just to get my head about some things." He leaned back again, keeping his eyes on Sinbad.
"You were out for a few days before, I thought."
"I was still on the island, though."
Sinbad looked a little sceptical. "Judal, I don't know about-"
"You said you needed to trust me, right? Let me give you a reason to."
There was a hesitation before Sinbad asked, "And what did you have in mind?"
Judal smiled some. "The runt and I have been looking for things for his study or whatever. We found this place, it would be about three day boat ride either way. Called Sallevine."
"Sallevine?" Sinbad repeated. "The former kingdom?"
He nodded. "That one. There's a lot of things to learn from there, supposedly, or at least from the things we've found. And not just about their failure of a Magi."
"That place is little more than a village now," Sinbad went on, still not understanding its appeal.
"A village with a wonderful library and a long traditional of orators and still some mages."
"And you want to go?"
Judal shrugged. "For the Baby Magi."
"And to get away."
"Yes, that, too."
Sinbad's sceptical look returned.
"But," he sat up just enough to run a hand up and down Sinbad's arm, "away is only meant as a break. And then coming back." And then he was leaning in more, his lips just so close. "We'll take Hakuryuu and whichever of your little generals you want with us." He skimmed a kiss before going on, "I'll even wear that limiter thing the entire time."
"That eager to get away?" Sinbad said with a light tone, his lips gracing the side of his mouth.
Judal grinned. "That eager to get back."
"Then why go?" Sinbad's hand moved, up his leg, his hip, his side, and coming to rest on his stomach. It seemed that it was something Judal had enjoyed, how he seemed to smile more when he touched him there, resting a hand just on his naval.
Even now, his smile widened, his eyes softened, and a pale hand crept over his, keeping it where it was.
"Because I need it," he answered. "And it would even be good for Hakuryuu. He's gotten somewhat used to it now, not staying still for too long. It's good for him. Good for us."
"I can't really disagree with that," Sinbad conceded. "But it's only good to go if you have somewhere to come back."
Judal smirked. "I do."
Sinbad smiled. "Yes, you do."
They met for a long kiss, Judal's fingers in Sinbad's hair.
When Judal pulled away, he asked, "So is that a yes?"
Sinbad laughed. "Give me a day or so, I'll get everything together."
"I figured you'd take more time to set things in place."
"The sooner you leave, the sooner you get back, right?"
The Magi just grinned and leaned in for another kiss.
So, funny story. The taking care of Judal thing was actually supposed to be a full chapter onto itself and be a lot longer and different, and EXTREMELY fluffy, but I needed the office scene to go ahead and happen (which was also different than originally intended). That, and I just really didn't want to drag things out too much more, I know how much you guys are waiting for him to tell Sinbad. Which happens. Soon. Ish.
Shout outs!
Tactimura. Haha, sorry about that. It'll still be some time, though, but soon he'll tell him. Sooooon. Ish. But, yes, Aladdin being there helps with lots of things. And, yeah, I wanted to show them having just 'fun,' playing if you will. Judal is really trying to behave. As much as he can. Ha. But have to hide the good things, geez, who would believe he'd do that? Haha. Thank you! :3
Hiddenfanfics. Next chapter, it'll go into what happened in the fight. Oh, I know, he's just the most precious thing. Eeiii, excuses for fluff. And, yes, more one shots! I'm glad you liked the Valentines Day one. I'm working on a zombie one right now, that'll probably be the first one up. Hiehieh, goody secret. Thank you, thank you! :D
SunsetKitsune. So, so close. And he still kind of is, but not yet. Soon, though. Soon~!
darkblackmagi. I'm glad you're still enjoying it! Updates will be slow for a bit, and then I'm taking just a short break. But I'll be writing something else for these two, I promise. One shots galore! ^-^