Aladdin forcibly shoved Mozenrath against the wall in his citadel, and immediately pinned his gauntleted hand above his head before he had a chance to recover. Holding him there. Then, he pulled at the bandages around his neck, unravelling them to reveal his pale skin, and how a small section of it was turning dark grey, almost black. "The gauntlet is killing you, Moze. Why don't you give it up?" He licked along the side of Mozenrath's neck, avoiding the grey area, then bit down to suck.
Mozenrath gasped, and threw his head back against the wall. Forgetting himself, and that he still had the gauntlet on as a wave of pleasure washed over him. Drowning out the constant, faint pulsating the gauntlet gave off. He subconsciously tilted his head for Aladdin, giving him better access. Aladdin grinned against his neck, and obliged. "The gauntlet also enables me…" he gasped again at another love bite. "… to find ways to extend my life." His voice was slightly breathy, but otherwise as smooth as it ever was.
Aladdin pulled Mozenrath's turban off, letting it discard to the floor, and pressed his body against Mozenrath's. Aladdin's attention then moved to his ear. Gently nibbling on it. He could feel Mozenrath arch his back, and shiver beneath him. He chuckled in his ear. He loved how expressive his body was. "But without it you wouldn't have to worry about that," he whispered, and breathed hot air at it.
Mozenrath closed his eyes, his brow furrowed. He resented Aladdin's chuckle. He resented what he was doing to his body, and how he made him feel. And the fact that he thought he could just undress him. But there was a part of him that longed for the closeness. He could sense Aladdin's strength with his lean, muscular body pressed against him. He could even feel his warmth through his layers of clothing he had on. He'd never been touched this way before, and now that he has, his body wanted more. It was delicious… Intoxicating, even…
Except…
"Without it I would be dead." There was a hint of venom at the very notion of giving up the gauntlet to die. What Aladdin was doing to him, and what Destane did to him weren't dissimilar. Destane had Mozenrath trapped, as Aladdin had. Albeit more securely. And both of them took pleasure in seeing how his body reacted. Destane in particular liked to cut up his body, and magically infect his blood.
Mozenrath shuddered at the thought, and Aladdin mistook it for one of pleasure.
Aladdin tied Mozenrath's curls around his fingers, and pulled his head back as he kissed up his neck, and jawline, before letting go. Aladdin kissed him deeply, drinking up his moans when he started rubbing him. While Mozenrath found his hips acting of their own accord.
Aladdin grinned at him when he broke the kiss, leaving Mozenrath slightly dazed. He grabbed tighter, and rubbed him harder which elicited a groan from Mozenrath. "This can go further, y'know… All you have to do is take off the gauntlet."
Take off the gauntlet.
Go without the gauntlet.
Die without the gauntlet.
Mozenrath's eyes snapped open. There was no amount of pleasure Aladdin could ever inflict upon him for him to even consider abandoning the gauntlet. The gauntlet meant life. The gauntlet meant power. The faint pulsating reminded him that he still had the gauntlet on, and blasted Aladdin away from him with a black-blue bolt. Fire engulfed the living nerves of his right arm, causing Mozenrath to grit his teeth in pain, then it turned to ice. Washing his body over in cold sweat.
Despite that, he could still feel his body missing Aladdin's attention, and the closeness of having a warm, muscular body pressed up against it. Mozenrath ignored his arm, and his body's longing for closeness, readjusted himself, and walked to where Aladdin landed.
Going without the gauntlet will never be an option. He would sooner kill Aladdin, and forgo ever capturing the damned djinn than to ever abandon or surrender the gauntlet.
Aladdin ignored the searing pain on his abdomen, and glanced up at Mozenrath. This was the first time he had ever seen him without his turban, having been too focused on his body's reactions, and he saw how he had long black hair that cascaded in graceful curls. He also noticed Mozenrath hadn't picked his turban up, or rewrapped the bandages that somewhat dangled from his neck. Which probably meant he wasn't that focused on appearances like he usually was.
Though, the contrast between his pale skin, the dark, slightly dishevelled, silken curls, full lips, and the marks he made on his neck… Aladdin had to admit, he was beautiful.
The pain slowly started to reside just in time for him to dodge another bolt. He dove behind Mozenrath's table to avoid the third bolt. Then started planning what to do next while Mozenrath went to walk around the table. Upon Mozenrath reaching him, Aladdin jumped him, pinning him onto the bed. This time he attempted to remove the gauntlet. Then he remembered Mozenrath's response to his question. "You said you would be dead. What do you mean dead?"
Mozenrath glared up at him, and struggled to kick him off. His arm still feeling like it was on fire from the combination of the second and third bolts, and his body still in cold sweat from the first. Aladdin wouldn't budge. Mozenrath was getting frustrated. "Dead means dead. What do you think I meant, Street Rat!?" Mozenrath was hoping he'd be able to kick him off without a forth bolt, but that didn't look like it was going to happen.
Aladdin tore off the gauntlet from Mozenrath's hand just as he was about to summon another bolt, and tossed it to the other side of the bed. The black and blue energy lingered at his skeletal fingers for a few seconds before dissipating. The comforting pulsating of raw energy left him. Mozenrath glared up at him, though he didn't say anything. Aladdin had all of his weight on him, as he sat on his lower abdomen, out of reach from his legs, and both wrists pinned above his head. There was no getting out of this position, but Mozenrath can be patient. He would have to be. "Moze, look. It's just over there," he pointed to the gauntlet that would be in reach if Aladdin weren't on him. Though Mozenrath continued glaring up at him.
Aladdin stared down at him, staring directly in his eyes. "Y'know Moze, you wouldn't be in this situation if you didn't allow your obsession with power to destroy your body."
"And you wouldn't have a deadly enemy if you had just taken my initial offer when we first met."
Aladdin gave him a 'really?' look. "Grasping at straws for comebacks are we, Moze? That's cute. The sarcastic, evil sorcerer is starting to run out of things to say."
"Get. Off. Me."
"No."
Mozenrath gasped, and moaned. His eyes closed, and his body shivered again, his back arching, when Aladdin returned his attention to his neck, kissing, licking, biting, and sucking. Aladdin then used one hand to move the bandages further down, so he could see more of his exposed neck. Then, he moved his hand to tighten his fingers in his silken curls again.
"You should find another source of magic," Aladdin licked along his throat. "One that won't eventually kill you."
Mozenrath moaned, "should you find one, I'll be sure to steal it, and add it to my collection." Did he really think he didn't have other sources? Of course he did. It just so happened that the gauntlet was the most powerful of them all.
Aladdin gripped his curls tighter in response to that, and pulled his head back to expose more of his throat. And since he was disarmed, Aladdin deemed it safe enough to remove his other hand from his wrists, and started fully unwrapping the bandage. Leaving both of Mozenrath's hands free. He focused on seeing Mozenrath naked, one article at a time. He also noticed that Mozenrath wasn't trying to stop him, so he moved further down, sitting on him lightly. Aladdin smirked when he felt something hard press against his upper thigh. "Enjoying yourself, Moze?"
"I told you to get off me."
Aladdin sighed, "If I get off, I'm going to take the gauntlet with me." Aladdin looked down at Mozenrath, "look, if you don't want this to continue then that's fine. We can stop. But I'm not going to have you hurling magic at me if I have any say in it. So you can either swallow your pride, and let your body enjoy itself, or –"
"You're saying you want to fuck me?" As if it wasn't obvious from all the loving attention he was giving his body.
"Have you been before?" Aladdin smirked down at him. Aladdin wondered if he'd prefer to be writhing beneath him, or if he wanted to ride him. Aladdin was leaning towards Mozenrath riding him. He liked the sound of that. His smirk grew.
Mozenrath didn't answer.
"So, you're a virgin?" Aladdin's smirk turned into a grin.
Mozenrath glanced over to the gauntlet. "No, I'm not." He remembered how it had been used against him the first time. How he was forced to kneel, lick, suck, and swallow. And how other times his body burned, screaming in protest as he went deeper, and deeper… Tearing him apart from the inside. He returned his attention back to Aladdin, and continued before he had the chance to reply. "Suffice to say that my first time, nor the consequent times were enjoyable. At the very least."
Aladdin looked down at him, confused, until it dawned on him. All semblance of the grin completely wiped from his face. "Oh, Moze… I'm sorr—"
Mozenrath scowled at him. If there was one thing he won't tolerate, it would be the look of pity on the 'hero's' face. "Get off me."
This time Aladdin complied, and backed up. He didn't even try to stop him when Mozenrath snatched his gauntlet up, and put it on.
As soon as Mozenrath put the gauntlet on, he felt the familiar sensation of unhinged potential that pulsated throughout the gauntlet. The same potential that offered immense power, for a price. A price he knew all too well…
"Moze, I –"
"I don't need your pity." He scoffed, and didn't even turn to acknowledge him. What almost had been a mere moment ago was the furthest thing from his mind. Too transfixed with flexing his fingers. The potential… the raw power waiting to be unleashed… The gauntlet could even enable him to kill a God if his body could even handle it.
Yet the gauntlet has taken its toll from his body, and demands even more from its diminished vitality. Power… He needed more power… Semi-phenomenal nearly cosmic power.
Aladdin was becoming uncomfortable watching him flex his fingers with the gauntlet. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He could only imagine what he was thinking about.
"Come here, Aladdin."
Aladdin did so uneasily. Aladdin wasn't sure how to react around him now that he knew that. He was sure that had to be a reason as to why Mozenrath felt the need to constantly be in control, and why he craved power so much. He just wasn't sure if it was the only reason.
Mozenrath turned around, and forced a smile at him. His body has been feeling weak as of late, and he had been pushing its limits when it came to the gauntlet. So that just meant he'd simply need to stop using it as much until his body recovers. Provided Aladdin didn't force him to use it.
He threw Aladdin on the bed, knocking his fez off. Then straddled him like he did to him moments ago. He magicked chains on Aladdin's wrists, and disintegrated Aladdin's vest and pants off his body. Rendering Aladdin completely naked. While the chains attached itself to the metal bars underneath the mattress, holding him there tightly, stretching Aladdin's arms out to an uncomfortable strain.
Mozenrath smirked down at him, both hands lightly feeling up his tanned abs. Marvelling at each scar that marred his flesh. He could feel Aladdin shiver at the feathery light touch.
Aladdin lifted his head up in confusion to look at him, "Moze, what are you—?"
"Shh…" Mozenrath wanted this moment to appreciate his body in silence. He leaned down, and kissed every scar he could find that marred his deliciously lean, tanned, and muscular body. He even paid special attention to where he blasted him earlier, feeling the heat it emulated against his lips. Knowing the area of flesh will have a huge fresh scar if the Genie didn't attend to the healing process. He could also feel Aladdin's throbbing cock against his ass, but he didn't mind. Soon that will be taken care of.
Mozenrath then kissed his way up Aladdin's stomach, abs, neck, and eventually his mouth. He closed his eyes, kissing him deeply, commanding him to submit to him. Aladdin wouldn't. Instead, he drawn out small moans from Mozenrath.
The kiss was broken when Mozenrath felt the need for air. Again, he looked down at him and smirked. "Enjoying yourself, Street Rat?"
Aladdin grinned up at him, "yeah. Are you?"
"I am, but you shouldn't be."
Aladdin's eyes shot open. His pupils shrunk. Tears formed at the corners of them. Fire shot through his chest, encasing itself around his heart. Holding it to a firm tightness that refused to let it beat. Looking down, he saw Mozenrath's right hand through his chest, and saw red magical energy surrounding his gauntlet.
Mozenrath once told him his only goal was to hear his tortured screams, and since he was oh so curious…
Mozenrath squeezed harder, causing Aladdin to scream. "Now… shall I take you on a tour down memory lane?"
