Hey Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you'd see with me
You wouldn't have to be something new

Aladdin lowered his head and took a long drink of Smirnoff. He looked over at his companion and when those dark black eyes raised to met his he ducked away, a little ashamed. A laugh made him raise his eyes again.

"I'm not embarrassed to talk about it Al." Mozenrath tilted his head to the side. "Least, not any more."

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to bring it up, it's just…" Aladdin blushed brightly, a habit that in a thousand years he still had not managed to suppress.

"Jealous?" Mozenrath arched an eyebrow. He leaned over and kissed his lover. "You shouldn't be. Am I jealous of you an Jasmine?"

"Not jealous. More worried. I mean honestly…" Aladdin took another drink. "How many lovers have you had since then? How many of them were…well…followed Destain's pattern on you, or you on them?"

"Ah, worried you might be my next…victim." Mozenrath grinned, showing his sharp canines and pulled the ex-hero closer to him, running fingers through his hair. This was an action of such tenderness, something Mozenrath did not often allow himself to show, that it drove Aladdin wild inside. "Funny Al, I thought you enjoyed our little games."

"Damn it Moze…" Aladdin took Mozenrath's hand a bit it, not too hard. "Stop trying to avoid the subject. I'm worried about you. How do you see what we do together? Is it just a party game, a way to entertain ourselves after all these years? Are you just enjoying the control you now have over an old nemesis?"

"You've gotten more perceptive over time Aladdin." Mozenrath whispered and narrowed his brow.

"Fifty-six years of ruling a kingdom will do that to you." Aladdin admitted.

Mozenrath looked him over. Seventy-eight or so, not counting the millennium of immortality, and Aladdin still looked as he had that first day at the market place. One of the side-effects from the artifact they had touched together. Ironic, how it had been a phallic symbol. Of course that had escaped them at the time. And for the next couple of decades, as those around them aged naturally, he and Aladdin simply…didn't. They had seen one another a few times over the centuries, but after the first few initial battles over old feuds, it no longer seemed important to fight. After all, nether of them could be killed by any human means. After a while, they had begun to meet one a decade or so, just to catch up, reminisce over old times. What had been a hated foe very slowly became and acquaintance, a friend, an understanding, and now…

Now they were all that was left of the old days. Agrabah and the Black Sands were now considered the Middle East. The whole world had changed around them and they had acclimated with it. It only seemed natural to allow themselves to be drawn together. At first they had simply lived in the same apartment, shared quarters like old collage friends. Then one night it had just…happened. Aladdin had been having a nightmare of sorts, something that happened to him in Europe around 1935. Mozenrath had warned him it was a bad time to be in those lands, he knew tyranny building when he saw it. How Aladdin had survived the Holocaust was beyond him, but he had survived, and the experience had left a mark on his soul.

Aladdin did not speak of it often, and Mozenrath respected his privacy.

But the hero had been having a nightmare, and Mozenrath had gone in just to wake him from it. Completely innocent for once. And then it had just happened. Lips pressed the lips, hard masculine bodies pressed against the soft sheets. Mozenrath hadn't even thought to be gentle, it was all so rough and ready he shivered at the wonderful memory. No apologies, no pretense or awkward moment followed. It was as if it was just meant to happen. So they did not deny it.

Mozenrath sighed. "Your asking if this is an actual relationship." Aladdin closed his eyes. "Gods Aladdin how can it not be? We've practically had a relationship for the last hundred years or so, who says long-distance doesn't work out?" Mozenrath felt Aladdin sag into him a little. "All that has changed is we're now together physically."

Aladdin closed his eyes and considered what the sorcerer had said. People like them were few and far between. Maybe…maybe this was Fate's way of telling them that this was meant to be, for however long it lasted. It felt good to have someone again. He reached around Mozenrath's back and held him a little closer.