Through the Night

S-Series Characters

TE-Teasing

YA-Yaoi

BF-Bodily Fluids

MO-Multiple Orgasms

OR-Oral

IAC-Insane Amounts of Cuteness

BUK-Bukakkae

RIM-Rimming

SHIP-Shipping

Mozenrath let out a strangled moan as Aladdin slid himself in again. The pressure of his lovers body pressed against his thighs brought writhing sensations of warmth and comfort. He was filled, a fantastic pressure building in his body as Aladdin brought his pace to match Mozenrath's bucking hips. The sheets coiled beneath them, making a nest like structure as the furious lovemaking climbed to a peek.

Aladdin groaned as Mozenrath's nails clenched into his back, his breath hot and heavy against each others chest. Aladdin's forehead was beaded with sweat. He thrust in deep, his shaft banging against the tight ring. Mozenrath wailed passionately, his eyes half closed and his mouth opened wide. He could feel his thighs clenching, his body ready to open and explode. "Aladdin…harder. Gods yes harder!"

Aladdin nearly ripped through the sheets as Mozenrath forcefully contracted his sphincter. "Allah Moze…" he groaned and buried his lovers strong, firm lips in a kiss. He bit down, not enough to break the skin. Just enough to give Mozenrath that feeling of control he loved. The response was wild! Mozenrath bucked up against the penetration, writhing in pleasure as he took it in as deep as possible. He smiled as he could tell Aladdin was swelling within his body.

He did the one thing that never failed. Mozenrath dug his nails in hard and raked them down the knotted muscles of Aladdin's back, all the way down across his thighs and to his hips. Aladdin roared with rapture and lifted Mozenrath's hips onto his own, his orgasm exploding into the little tunnel. The sorcerer accepted it all, his body waiting and wanting it completely.

The handsome sorcerer sighed in contentment as he sank against Aladdin's chest. The pleasure had not been one way. Climax had been frequent and wonderful, leaving the men weak kneed and aching. There was a moment of breathless relaxation, and Mozenrath began to extract himself from Aladdin's limbs.

And then it came, just like it always did.

"Stay with me tonight." Aladdin asked, uncurling the sheets and straightening them for sleep. Mozenrath felt his spine go rigid. His face must have looked unpleasant, because Aladdin relented. "Never mind. Forget I asked."

"Aladdin…" he started and regained some of his composure. To his credit, not an easy thing to do right after another man has lovingly banged you into mindless orgasm. "Do you honestly want a repeat of last time?" he asked, unwilling to ruin the post sex euphoria.

"No. It's not that I just..." He was hesitant to say it. There were still old animosities between them. Both were proud men in their own fashion and unwilling to show weakness. Aladdin, hero that he was, desperately wanted to be honest with his lover, but didn't want to be mocked or taunted for his feelings.

"Hey I said forget it. Seriously it's fine." Aladdin shrugged it off with the same kind of false sincerity he'd used before. The same kind you'd get from a girlfriend who wanted something from you but really wanted you to want to give it to her.

Mozenrath felt his chest burn. He did want to. He truly did, nothing in his mind could possibly feel better than the warm, comforting embrace of his love in the night hours. But he had tried before. Gods how he'd tried. He was alright so long as he stayed awake, but when his eyes began to droop, his breath steady…

…the dreams would come.

Destain. That vulture forced him to sleep in the same bed. The smell of old flesh and sex stewed loins. The long, probing finger would find him in the middle of the night. Destain would awaken at odd hours and force Mozenrath again to give his body over. No care or emotion went into it beyond the dry, hollow thrusting if pelvic muscles.

Suddenly the warm, strong pressure of Aladdin's body became a threat. Mozenrath would feel entrapped and tangled, his chest would feel heavy and panic set in. The first time they tried to sleep had ended badly. Mozenrath looked at Aladdin's torso and felt deep shame as his eyes gazed at the red hand print of his lovers shoulder. Aladdin, love him and damn him had tried to help. But his comforting grasp had felt like forced attention, and Mozenrath was no longer a defenseless child. He had attacked.

So they 'slept' together, but did not sleep. They shared a home but not a bed. It was safer that way, for both Mozenrath's sanity and Aladdin's flesh.

And now Aladdin wanted to try again.

"I have some sleeping potions." Mozenrath murmured softly. "Maybe a couple of those and…"

Aladdin shook his had. "I don't want to have to drug you to get you to sleep beside me Moze." He said firmly. "It will be willing or not at all."

Mozenrath couldn't help but smile at that. There was Al for you, nobility over practicality. Damn him. "Al." He sank to the bed, smelling the heat on Aladdin's skin and drinking it in. He could still feel the pulse of the strong, hard cock within him when he contracted. It sent shivers through his hips and thighs. Did he want that tenderness to cover his body?

"I'm going to get a drink." Mozenrath said suddenly, turning towards the door.

Aladdin tried not to let his disappointment show. He waited until the gilded doors shut behind Mozenrath before laying back down to the bed, holding a pillow close. He was a man. His sex was grieved by default for ignoring their emotions. They were supposed to be fine at all times. A sword cut to the leg was supposed to bring no tears. A cut to the heart was supposed to be non existent.

It wasn't right. He was tired of laying in a cold bed. The sheets were warm enough and the comforter was soft as down. The pillows were full bodied and sank easily against the frame. But nothing replaced the firm feeling of a body. The comfort and security of arms wrapped around your midsection. The soft waft of breathing against your neck or between your shoulders.

Aladdin closed his eyes and felt his gut twist in a knot. He'd told himself it was alright. Not a problem. He knew Mozenrath could be affectionate and tender. He knew there was strong love there. What did it matter if they kept separate rooms! They shared the same life. It was alright. It would be alright.

The click of the lock surprised him. He felt two arms close in around his chest and the familiar scent of Mozenrath's shampoo hit his nose. There was no talking for a moment, but Aladdin found himself smiling and just couldn't resist. "So…can I have some of your drink?"

Mozenrath chuffed at his back, but Aladdin could feel the small smile penetrating his annoyance. The sorcerer waved his gauntleted hand and a glass of water materialized on the bedside table. Aladdin took a long drink and slipped his frame in against Mozenrath's. The soft curve of his lovers stomach settled in to Aladdin's back. Their hips sweetly shaped one another's and Aladdin almost moaned as he felt the solid weight of Mozenrath's cock touch the cusp of his buttocks.

No! Aladdin forced himself not to rise to the stimulation. He knew the reason Mozenrath was no resistant to this. Destain. It all came back to Destain. Keep it non- sexual. Nothing that could be misconstrued or used to fuel his old paranoia. Aladdin reached down and gently put his hand over Mozenrath's. He felt down the soft leather of the gauntlet, vividly aware of it's press on his skin. He still did not like that feeling. As far as he was concerned that damned glove had a mind of it's own. But at this point he would bare it. Better not to push his luck.

Mozenrath felt his chest thump so hard he was surprised Aladdin couldn't tell. He wasn't aware of warm sheets or comfy beds. But he was very aware of Aladdin's body pressed to him. Mozenrath was, admittedly to himself, a bottom. He'd indulged in a partner or two (or three or four or seven) before Aladdin. And every time he found himself pressed to the sheets as the hard demand of a rigid manhood was pushed inside. He liked to be filled. To feel like his body was stretched so deep and wide he couldn't take another inch. He liked the way the bed felt as it rocked under him and how his body would vibrate afterwards through the wonderful ache. And with Aladdin's virile energy he felt that desire hit him deeper than ever before.

But even that couldn't stop the blood from running to his pelvis as Aladdin pressed his buttocks back. He could feel the crease of the cheeks enveloping around the shaft as they lay together. Mozenrath closed his eyes and took a deep, long breath. Calm settled over him and he settled down. Mozenrath craned his neck down and let Aladdin's thick ebony hair graze his cheek. He gasped, softly against the nape of his lovers neck and shivered all the way down his spine.

Damn it be calm you idiot! Mozenrath snapped at himself and closed his eyes, trying not to think. He wasn't doing this for himself. He knew Aladdin wanted it. How would it look if he tried to seduce when all the man wanted was a little cuddle time. Well if you don't get a hold of yourself soon he's going to KNOW you want more! Mozenrath put a lock down on his sensory and made himself lock down. Slowly he felt his cock loosen and fall comfortably between his thighs. He wasn't really in the mood at the moment. But the echo of their sexual time that night fluttered over him.

Still, his hands wandered over Aladdin's body gently. He felt down the broad, strong shoulders, across the firm, muscular arms and smiled. Aladdin hummed a little and pushed himself in closer, griping Mozenrath's hands in his own, their fingers intertwining. It's alright. He said with his body language. Your can feel, you can touch. It's alright.

Then Mozenrath's hands stopped.

It took Aladdin a moment to realize exactly where the sorcerer's fingers had frozen. His chest, his left pectoral. The spot right above his nipple where a long, jagged scar lay, tightly stitched but still there. Mozenrath's fleshed fingers traveled the spot, his breath on Aladdin's neck growing cold.

Mozenrath had put that mark there.

What could they say to that? It was one of two or three scars that Mozenrath was responsible for, but this was the only intentional mark. One he had done with his own hands to hurt and possibly kill his street rat nemesis. They had been enemies long before they turned lovers. Scars that would never fade, scars that would never die. Aladdin felt fear leap into his heart as he felt Mozenrath's body touch less and less of him by the second.

"I'm sorry."

Aladdin clutched Mozenrath's hand firmly. "I know."

He stopped moving away.

They were both wide awake. Both afraid to sleep for different reasons. Mozenrath fear his own demons and his harming his lover. Aladdin feared the loneliness and failure. So when one does not sleep, he thinks. He think and mulls over the many things in his mind that will not allow him to sleep. The things that leave your presence until two-thirty in the morning and make you lay there, eyes open and hands clenched, questioning.

Aladdin wondered if he was to blame. Had he been too aggressive the first time? Too inexperienced. When it had come to them that their bodies were about to entangle it was Aladdin who had initiated the first move. He'd kissed Mozenrath. The kind of rough, tawdry kiss that scream 'Don't reject me. Don't send me off. I will prove my affection through force and strength.' Mozenrath had made only a token attempt to resist. But in the end he collapsed against his nemesis and opened his body.

But his nemesis was new! Young, virile, willing, but inexperienced at the small but important differences between a man and woman's body. And Mozenrath was so impossibly patient with him. Touch here, press there, place your mouth on my thigh and ahhhhhh! He demanded his right as a lover. He insisted on his pleasures as he gave Aladdin new reasons to love him. It took time, but the street rat learned quickly. Before long had passed Aladdin knew Mozenrath's body. Caress here, worship there, let me slide my mouth along your manhood and watch as you scream ahhhhhh!

And yet there was more. In public, rare as Mozenrath wished to join the rest of humanity, he was the same sorcerer he'd always been. Not mean or arrogant, but rather possessive of his new love. As if he would reach to the side at any moment and Aladdin would have disappeared. He was…Mozenrath the powerful sorcerer of the Citadel…was terribly insecure! He would completely pretend Aladdin didn't exist, protecting himself from future hurts that would not come. Then, with sudden regret fling himself at his tanned companion, kissing desperately to let him know. "I'm sorry. I'm stupid. I love you and forgive me."

And Aladdin could not find words to say "It's alright. I'm here. I love you and will hold you."

And yet for all his quixotic nature, in the bedroom he was released. When the look became taste and feel Mozenrath submitted himself completely to Aladdin will. When prying, judgmental eyes were unimportant behind the doors of the bedroom, Mozenrath's lost all composure. He would take anything Aladdin wanted to give him. He drank down their passions like sweet wine and rich cream. More. More. He took Aladdin up to the hilt, stretching his thighs and pulling him close, cheeks flushed and eyes clouded with rapture. Mozenrath's long, lovely body was compliant as any ladies. And by far more talented than Jas…

…than anyone he knew.

I'm here. Take me. Use me. Do what you will and I will plead for more.

Aladdin was stuck by a sudden though. Was that it? Did the wizard feel…used? Aladdin shuddered despite the delicious warmth at his back. He suddenly felt guilt overwhelm him. It made sense. How long had they been together? Two going on three years now. And all this time Mozenrath had lay beneath him, astride him, atop him… Never once had he let the young necromancer push inside his little body. He had only just within the last few weeks begun to let him press a finger…back there!

He moved his rear a little and felt the mass of Mozenrath's phallus at his hind. Aladdin gulped. It was large. Could he…more importantly should he? Aladdin pushed back a little with his rump and lay his hand gently to Mozenrath's hips. He felt a questioning breath on the back of his neck. He took a large, deep breath and began to move gently up and down, sliding the flaccid member along the sweet cusp of his ass.

Mozenrath gripped his shoulders and moaned softly into his ear. The member slowly began to rise against his buttocks, becoming firmer and longer as blood rushed to the sorcerers thighs. For a brief, wonderful moment it pressed to the virgin sphincter and Aladdin grabbed hold of the sheets, gritting his teeth in wait for it. But Mozenrath did not push inward. He simply took hold of Aladdin's hips and began to rub.

Aladdin took a staggering breath. "Moze…" he whispered and felt the fleshed hand caress along his face cheek. Two fingers slipped against his lips and into his mouth. Aladdin wrapped his tongue around them gratefully. Yes…that's it… He released a little, allowing himself to be relaxed in the sorcerers grip. Was this right? This was how Mozenrath acted, how he let him know that he wanted to…

The younger man blushed bright red. I do…I do want him to.

Suddenly Mozenrath took firm hold of Aladdin and turned the man to face him, pressing a sweet, heavy kiss to the street rats lips as their bodies coiled together under the sheets. Their thighs intertwined, their pelvises began to rub together, bringing their cock's to touch and flow into erection. Mozenrath's arms pulled in around Aladdin's waist and wrapped him in close, his nose burying in the younger man's thick black hair.

Aladdin put his hand to Mozenrath's head and let his nuzzle in as much as he wanted. The warm, tender sensation of hungry lips against his neck and collar bone was as stimulating as any bellow the belt caress. The sorcerer bared his white teeth and sunk them into his flesh, chewing delicately along the board line of Aladdin's shoulder. One hand slipped down over Aladdin's chest and torso, baring down to his hips and then back, giving a firm, possessive grip on the buttocks.

Aladdin arched inward, letting himself be controlled. It felt…intoxicating. It was nice to be possessed. To be…hehe…owned. Aladdin moaned softly, barely a gasp in the air and lent his tongue to Mozenrath's ear. He lapped at the shell like structure, flicking the tip across the lobe and sucking the skin into his mouth. Mozenrath's nails dug in and the man quivered. He liked to be teased like that. Sometimes the post sex euphoria was just as writhingly enjoyable as anything else. It was an energy that coursed through the veins, making every touch and embrace all the more tender. And weather or not these actions actually lead to another roll in the sheets was unimportant. Now was all that need be considered.

Mozenrath ground his hips forward; rubbing his long, elegant cock against Aladdin's thick, sturdy one. He groaned and pushed his head into Aladdin's chest, lips grazing over the man's dark nipples. The hero gasped and pulled him in, the sudden submissive movement giving him the opportunity for control. But he didn't take it. He was used to being on top, but this time he simply let the need for dominate and submissive leave. Aladdin wanted Mozenrath to take the reigns…show him what to do…

And what he wanted to do.

The sorcerer hummed as he made his way down Aladdin's body. His cheeks smoothed over abdomen and thigh, the firm purse of his lips just barely touching the inner caramel of Aladdin's thighs. He watched as Aladdin bit his finger in anticipation, his eyes squeezed shut so as to let it be a surprise. Mozenrath took his time. No rush. No need to. He flicked out his pink tongue for seconds only, waiting till he found a tense muscle only to surprise it with a warm, wet sensation. No goal in mind but to explore and see what responses he could provoke. He loosened his fingers and let his hands traveled aimlessly down the strong rib cage, scratching against the skin till Aladdin jerked at the intense tickling.

"Nyyyyyuhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…" Aladdin let the strange noise escape his mouth, his throat curling happily along with it.

"I like that noise." Mozenrath said in a deep, almost primal voice. He looked up at Aladdin with heavy lidded eyes. "Maybe I can get you to make it again." He pushed himself atop Aladdin, settling his hips into his lovers as if to penetrate and seized hold of the baring hips. With sudden force and slammed forward…

"Nyyyyyuhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!"

There was no penetration. That was not the intention. But the quick, jarring sensation combined with the thick wanton air left Aladdin screaming. He arched high into Mozenrath's body, unaware that his being was making demands for something it had never experienced. He clawed at the mattress, the sound of fabric being pulled along echoing in the room. Every sensory was magnified. These were the sounds of ecstasy. The scratching of nails on sheets, the soft rustle of hair against pillows, the strong sound of breath against your ear, the sweet gasping of your lover as he strained so hard not to push you to far…

Aladdin almost came from those things alone.

And yet Mozenrath waited. He teased and waited for the right time to give Aladdin what they both wanted. Mozenrath was already so hard. His manhood was engorged to the point of bursting, needing release that could come so easily. A few good strokes and he would spill himself on the bed. But Mozenrath was skilled in control. He could hold out.

He turned Aladdin over with no resistance. The young mans body was sending all the right signals. His muscles were limp enough to be submissive, yet still strong enough to hold whatever position he was given. Mozenrath felt along the hard calves, up past the knee and smiled as Aladdin shook and gasped. He bent close and took his tongue over the underside of the knee cap, tickling the rarely touched muscles. Aladdin squealed. With such feminine sound Mozenrath nearly laughed. If that was how he sounded now…

Aladdin shook as Mozenrath pulled his body upside down. He was stronger than he looked, or perhaps Aladdin was too weak to offer resistance. The hero found himself upside down along Mozenrath's erect body, his face pressed to the man's pelvis with his legs on either side of the necromancers head, supported by two lean, whip like arms. The sheets were pressed to his head, giving him just enough leverage to watch as Mozenrath slid his tongue out again and headed for the anal tightness.

The sensation was no more than a light tickle at first. Mozenrath flicker his pink tongue just across the very edge of his ass. Aladdin jerked slightly, whimpering under the sweet tension. The young wizard moved closer, grazing his lips across the puckered pinkness, drawing it up against his mouth and humming as Aladdin whined. "Yes…that's it love." He whispered and pulled the younger man closer, tenderly lapping up his tightness.

The hero had no choice. He bit down on his fingers and groaned into the flesh, his whole lower body enveloped in the rich motions. Aladdin bucked as best he could, pressing himself in closer. His cheeks blushed bright red and he gasped deep, eye closed and so near to crying out in joy it hurt. "Moze….naaaaaaaaaaagh…" he took a deep breath as the man's tongue began to probe his tunnel, working it open slowly. He was being so gentle. Caring… Why did it just make him want more?

"Moze…" Aladdin whispered and pushed his face to Mozenrath's thighs, The sorcerer stiffened and closed himself, not allowing Aladdin close to his manhood. Aladdin made a strange noise of longing and Mozenrath chuckled, knowing how bad Aladdin wanted to share the pleasure. It was only natural to want to share, for Aladdin to let his wet, warm mouth encase Mozenrath's body and drink his cock down, spreading the sensation between them.

You don't understand it yet. This isn't for me. Mozenrath tried to communicate without speaking aloud. You need to understand. You need to know Aladdin. He thought as his lips wrapped around the tiny hole and used his leverage to press his tongue in deeper. He had barely begun and already he could tell this was going to be difficult. The boy was almost too tight. Aladdin's little ring was as tense as the rest of him. But that was alright. It didn't all need to be done in one night. In fact taking it slow was a much better idea.

Aladdin wasn't in pain. In fact he was in rapture. Mozenrath was working him through every last movement, his mouth pushing lightly, suckling against the sphincter and probing deeper and deeper. Mozenrath nuzzled into the soft cheeks of Aladdin's ass and moaned enjoyably, holding his hips tight. He kissed down the dark thighs and chewed across the hard dip in the muscles. Aladdin quivered and clawed at the bed, he was so desperately near orgasm he was about to burst.

Mozenrath pushed in deeper, his tongue widening as he opened his jaws to work in further. He could feel Aladdin's width across his chin and collar bone. The man was so close. Just a touch. The right touch would bring him over the edge and spill the hero onto Mozenrath's chest. Mozenrath felt himself writhe at the thought. He loved to feel Aladdin come. The richness of it, the ferocity. He squeezed tight whenever Aladdin filled him, soaking it all in. And now he wondered if Aladdin would do the same when the time came.

The pressure began to build and Aladdin almost bit down. "Mozenrath! Moze there's a….aaaaaagh." He could feel a tension deep inside of himself, a ball of purity that seemed to be building as Mozenrath's tongue pushed deeper. His eyes flew open as the sorcerer's pink talent wrapped around it and hummed. "Mozenrath I'm going to come!" he hollered and the young wizard only held him tighter. "Moze! I…I…naaaaaa aayyyygh!"

Mozenrath felt himself climb to the top as Aladdin came onto his body. The young man arched impressively, his body curving like an elegant acrobat as he poured himself out, his muscles straining incredibly. He waited until the street rat began to fall back against him again, allowing Aladdin to sink to the bed. Mozenrath let him relax against the pillows for a moment. He drew the tips of his fingers against Aladdin's naked hips and smirked when the hero bucked back towards it. It was the post orgasmic euphoria. Every nerve on the body was lit of fire, shaken and susceptible to any stimuli.

I want him.

And yet he held back. His cock was throbbing insanely, as if it would come with the slightest touch. And yet he held back. He felt as though the only salvation that could be found was to bury himself within the warm, waiting thighs of Aladdin's body. And yet he held back. Mozenrath crunched his fingers to his palm, breathing steadily and forcing his erection to subside. Aladdin wasn't making it any easier. The street rat lay close to him, pressing his rear to the man's rigid need, rubbing up and down and giving soft moans of invitation. Mozenrath lay a hand against his thigh and stopped the movement, baring his teeth down on the soft nape of Aladdin's neck.

Not yet.