"Mozenrath was only fairly surprised when the younger man's lips crashed demandingly onto his, trying to adjust where his head wasn't bent so dramatically back. His hand rested at the back of the other's neck, not really doing anything, just resting there.
…Aladdin, we're loosing it…"
Ali's blood churned like some unstoppable chariot in his body, his arms, the same that grasped desperately at the older man's upper arms and pinned him there, shook with an emotion so strong it scared him.
He was loosing grip on the situation. This wasn't right, and it wasn't logical, his mind screamed at him as roughly pulled away, tearing a prominent bottom lip in the process. Mozenrath panted, letting the blood spread unconcernedly. He stared up at Ali, as Ali stared in amazement down at him. Finally, he cocked an eyebrow,
"Well?"
But Ali could not hear him. In his mind, he could see was his last visual memory of his father alive, a gold, striking figure in his mind, smiling, always smiling. He would have been gentle with this one, this man he gave up everything and more for.
Well he wasn't his father, Ali thought viciously as his sword-handle roughened fingers dragged mercilessly across the other's pale flesh as he dove beneath his shirt with his hand. Mozenrath arched, making a small noise in his throat that sounded like a rough mew. Ali purposefully ignored him, sweeping his hand greedily across the other's shuddering stomach, shifting to get even better leverage. Then Mozenrath started to laugh again, a deep chuckle as he tipped his head back. Ali's hand seemed to shoot out of his own accord to grip his throat to immediately stifle it, and for the first time, he saw a flash of hesitation in the older man's eyes. Hand remaining on his neck, Ali swooped down to press his lips against the other's reddened mouth, ignoring the bitter, metallic tang of blood. His tongue dived past the other's barrier of lips and teeth, sweeping selfishly over every inch of the other's man mouth, sucking, mercilessly twisting Mozenrath's unresisting tongue in his own, who had still, still hadn't resisted.