"You can't do this to me!" Gyokuen cried in outrage while feebly trying to stand up and summon magick, staring in horror at her hands when none came to her command.

"We can. We will remove you from this world, your Rukh will never be a part of any life again." With that Judar, with his back to Sinbad's chest, brought his staff up his hands spaced with enough room apart to accommodate Sin's own. The King's powerful frame supporting his Magi's as they both poured Magoi into the black staff, the circles all glowing brightly with a tinge of purple, before slamming the rod down. Beams of white light spiraled with black raced down to converge over the fallen Empress. A void appearing under her as the two-colored light shoved her in, as Aladdin watched closely he could see her Rukh being ripped from her body and torn apart.

The hole sealed itself as the light and circles dissipated as the Djinn nodded to their King, returning to their vessels, Sin's marks disappearing as Judar's staff returned to the small garnet topped silver rod. The trio in the weird Borg began to drift down at the same time as the exhausted duo. Once on the ground Sinbad and Judar dropped like rocks, and Ja'far ran toward them in concern.

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The first thing Sinbad noticed as his consciousness came back to him was the arguing taking place over his head and a light weight at his feet. The noise still sounding like angry thunder, so he took a deep breathe instantly recognizing the familiar scent of his kingdom air and the scent of his two favorite men.

A sneaky tapping of fingers on his calves had him peeking out from under his lashes to see the joyous youthful grinning face of Aladdin, the Magi mouthing, "They've been bickering nonstop." to him.

With a broad smile of his own Sin whipped his arms around both their shoulders, his hands gripping their arms as added leverage, yanking them down and into his sides much to their chagrin.

Twin yelps of surprise echoing around the room followed by laughter from both the blue haired Magi and the King. The younger getting up with a farewell pat to his leg then departing from the room just as both the captured men began to yell at the man holding them.

"Sin!"

"How long have you been awake!"

"You rotten sneak! I hate you!"

His grin spreading wider if possible as he watched both their eyes brim with worried tears, the hands that clasped their arms sliding up to the back of their heads, pushing their comically mad and pouting faces into the space between his neck and shoulder. His hair, loose he noticed, probably suffocating them slightly more than soothing them as they both started crying softly.

"I just woke up, and you don't hate me." Bumping his head to each of theirs in an affectionate manner before settling back as Ja'far raised up, recovering first, before continuing. "How long was I out?"

"A week." Came a muffled reply before Ja'far could fully open his mouth. Giving the still choking mess a side-look, a mixture of empathy and annoyance painted perfectly, as he added on, "Judar recovered first, after two days with the Rukh flowing in and out of him, but as you recovered Aladdin said your Rukh wouldn't stay solely in you. It kept seeking out Judar, even when he was awake and in here, so Aladdin had to manipulate it to force it to stay put."

The tear-streaked face of his lover raising up then to conclude the recounting, "When he did that and I wasn't here you would thrash violently, all your Metal Vessels trying to activate and equip you, but when I was here you'd be peaceful. Had us all terrified at first because it did a number to you physically."

A sheepish look settling over his tanned face, "I'm sorry. I don't remember much other than solid black and two golden lights hovering just near me."

"Don't ever leave me alone again, even if you're physically there, you have to be here completely." Judar dropped his head again as he whimpered his plea against Sin's bare collarbone. "Please…" the sound of his voice breaking like a sucker punch to his gut, recalling the full extent of what he was referring to. Leaving him that night locked with Focalor. Being gone for so long after that fight. Not waking up when he did after defeating their Nightmares.

Turning his head to press his nose to and slid comfortingly along Judar's crown, his lips brushing just the top of his pale forehead, "I won't, not ever again." His flaxen orbs cutting back to Ja'far's onyx, a silent conversation taking place in a matter of seconds. I won't run off anymore, I'll stop shouldering it all by myself. I'm sorry for worrying you, Ja'far.

The small smile he received from the usually serious face letting him know that all was forgiven and that he was heard. Patting his King's shoulder before making his own exit from the room, assumingly to go and inform the rest of their family that the King lives on, and to give Sin and Judar their privacy. The look smoldering in Sinbad's eyes as he had lightly kissed along the Magi's forehead all the warning that the ex-assassin needed.

A coy smile taking over the just woken man's face as his lover's sobs finally ceased, "So… Ya missed me?"

Peeking his head up from where it was buried in Sinbad's neck, a look of both disbelief and "no-shit" twisting his saltwater tainted features.

"I missed you…" Bringing a hand up to brush the trails away and ease the pinched look that was being bored into his conscious; making the King feel guilty.

Sanguine irises widening then darkening involuntarily as they took in the deepening shade of the gold as a familiar fire began its dance within them. "Near death didn't cleanse your lecherous trait, did it." A wry smile being shared between the two eccentric men, Judar baiting the foolish man under him.

"Nothing could cleanse me of what I feel for you," Sin huskily replied as he tightened his grip before rolling them both over so he caged the smaller man, his mouth pressed right against the other's sensitive ear, "and you know you love it." His last words growled provocatively as he bit at the curved shell, eliciting a gasp and an involuntary shiver.

"S-iiii~." Judar's voice called out before breaking off as the purple-haired wall of tanned power ground into him, biting into his neck, teeth teasing a particular spot that sent electricity through the raven's body.

Opening his mouth in a silent cry as rough fingers skillfully removed his scarf and midriff top before working his peaked nipples. The mouth at his neck moved down to bite the sharp bone of his clavicle; a hot gasp trapped between. The dark choli catching on Judar's wrists for a fleeting moment before being thrown across the room. A long drawn out whine of the King's full name lured his attention away from mistreating the pliable body under him, though boths' blood was burning for more. "Sinbad. I-..." gentle fingers slowly weaved into lush lavender locks as crimson eyes dart over the face of the man he loved, a gulp for confidence.

"I… I love you." Glowing red zeroing in on dark golden as he finally repeats what he uttered on the battlefield, finally ready to fully face his feelings. Their feelings.

The broadest smile spreading Sin ear to ear, chuckling softly, he leaned in close to bump their noses affectionately. "I love you, too." Pressing a tender kiss to each painted eyelid, then each cheek, before finally meddling their lips together with a slowness neither ever bothered with before. The fire that was starting to blaze in them moments ago becoming a soft burn in which both thoroughly enjoyed.

The teasing flicker of an impish tongue though was starting to quickly rile up a certain shortfuse Magi… Drawing his knees up, planting his feet into the mattress, Judar raised his hips up to brush their groins together. A whine breaking past their liplock at the minute relief the action brought himself, the sound cut off as a strong tongue filled his mouth.

The familiar muscle curling around his own, stroking down the sides, coaxing the raven into a mock fight (one he'd never win). Sinbad is well… Was well known as The Womanizer of the Seven Seas for a time there, after all.

A tanned hand trailed down the other's body, leaving gooseflesh in its' wake, grabbing a tight grip of the bare hip under himself to guide it into a smooth motion. Grinding hard and slow until the younger was forced to forfeit the fight and pant as his head dropped to the side with pleasure clouding his eyes.

Soft moans and whines leaving Judar as he slowly started to unravel, torn between enjoying this and not being fully satisfied by it. This is how I'm coming. Dammit. Disbelief and exasperation bleeding into his thoughts even as his body was thrown to sea. A sea of purple, gold, and bronze.

Sin had many guilty pleasures in life, one of them was reading Judar like an open book. Only his eyes, that he wisely kept heavily lidded as he took in the man under him, gave away his devious elation at the frustration that was forming in his lover, his face was the picture of being lost in bliss and deep down the irritation at soiling his clothes.

Judar did oh so love his Indian-styled getup… and Sin took great pleasure in ruining it.

Suddenly the gentle tugging in his hair painfully yanked him to the right just as the hips that had been in tandem with his own thrusted him to the right as well. The momentum of it knocking the great King to the other's desired direction, the younger following the rough transition gracefully.

Landing heavily on his back left the ex-adventure a bit winded, but by no means turned off… Quite contrary, especially with the glare that those luminescent vermillion eyes bore down at him. Oh. I'm caught. "A glutton for danger, as always." Heat magick stuck to his robe, slowly incinerating the thin fabric, just as it stuck to the Magi's beloved baggy dress pants. Leaning over the supine Idiot, a mad grin spreading over his lips at the excitedly blown pupils of his stupid king, "It's best not to drive me up the wall right now, Sinbad."

"I can't resist doing so," leaning up on one elbow as his free hand began snapping each braid tie, the other's irritation deepening if the twitching of his brow was any indication, "I love when you get like this."

"Are you gonna like it if I stab you, again?"

"Promise?" Breaking the last hair tie just as the last of the controlled flames wisped away, both men completely devoid of clothes. Sin now clasping one of the pale ass cheeks that were tempting him so much.

"Masochist." Driving his comment home Judar shot forward to bite roughly into the brawny shoulder he had cried on earlier, the hiss and moan by his ear answer enough as the metallic taste of blood trickled across his tongue. Pulling back to see the damage, just one piercing hole and several imprints of his teeth, just to be pulled upwards into a deep, biting, kiss with the very turned on King that was currently jutting into his stomach. Their cocks brushing against each other occasionally as they rocked with the intensity of their make-out.

Judar was lost in keeping up the kiss, too lost to notice the hand on his backside leave and return, until a slick finger began tracing circles around his entrance. The ring spasming at the sensation, anticipation contracting his muscles as he fought to relax them, a shuddering sigh fanning across Sin's face as Judar angled his head down.

"Sin." All he needed to hear was in that breathy sigh of his name. Slowly pushing his middle finger into the beckoning hole, nibbling lovingly on Judar's neck to distract him from the intrusion, and once down to his last knuckle he waited a moment for the tense pressure to ease up. Licking a ghosting trail from the center of pale collarbones to just under the raven's right ear, a tiny mewl puffing against his shoulder, in an effort to relax him.

The weight on his thighs increasing to let him know that Judar was completely complacent, so without needing to ask Sin drew his middle finger back just to thrust it again. Coating the oil that dripped down his forearm from his fingers in the hot cavern of his long missed lover.

Judar basked in the feeling of being stretched by those skillful fingers, secretly missing the coldness of his rings but it's fine they've got their futures together, moans pouring from his mouth as his prostate was rubbed so teasingly with each push and pull. Rocking back with each inward thrust, his arms wrapping and tightening around the King's neck, precum leaking from his tip. The smeared essence lubing their rubbing cocks, the double sided stimulation riveting, as Judar's head dropped back with a loud moan as the digits spread wide on the next thrust; hitting his prostate star-inducingly hard.

Sinbad watched his little raven lose himself in the pleasure, the pants against his chest morphing into whines and moans, small mouth staying open while dazed red eyes closed with tears prickling at the corners. The coil in his own stomach tightening as he watched his lover start to come unraveled, the heat around his fingers increasing and tightening in spasms, warm fluid splattering his abs.

Peeking open one crimson orb to see the cheshire grin that was being given to him as the fingertips that were slowly stroking his prostate finally slipped out his ass; eliciting an involuntary groan at the empty sensation that followed.

"Fill me," Judar whispered as he pressed his lips to Sinbad's, tugging the other's violet locks, "please."

"Always." the older murmured into the kiss grabbing both cheeks in his hands and guiding them down over his penis, achingly pulsing as their flesh slid together.

Curling his fingers into the long purple strands at the base of Sin's neck, Judar dropped his head back, moaning loudly at the thicker intrusion. Sin wincing as nails dug in at his roots but sighed in satisfaction as the slick heat engulf his dick, slowly, ever so slowly sinking further together. So familiar this was to both men, but so different at the same time. Going so long without had made it tighter, but that wasn't it…

A hand trailing up that pale arched back, burying itself at the back of Judar's neck, Sin dragged the Magi down into a deep kiss. Sliding his tongue into the other's mouth a groan escaping himself as the taste of peaches teased his taste buds. A whimper vibrating against his tongue had Sin's fingers clenching, pulling back to bite Judar's lips letting them both breathe a second, before plunging his tongue back in as their hips gyrated to the battle.

Already sweat had some of their hair stuck to their foreheads, trickling down to their interlocked lips, Sin pulling back from the kiss only to watch in amusement as Judar tried to follow after him. A small pink tongue poking out from his bruised lips.

Easily lifting the light body and himself up so that he kneeled on the bed, the King gently lowered the Magi's back to the mattress while kissing the pale chest and nipping the indentations of his ribs. Sin pulled out as he pulled himself up to kneel over the smaller frame of his lover, his large hands keeping a tight grip on trembling hips as slender thighs clenched around his waist, crossed ankles lightly tapping his ass. Judar's hands instinctively bunching into the sheets to brace himself as everything but his shoulders and head were raised from the cushion. An excited tremble vibrating through his body as the look in Sinbad's eyes grew undeniably darker, the gold that normally shown bright was nearly overrun by the black of dilated pupils and lust.

"Always." He husked again as powerful hips thrusted an eager cock back into Judar's accepting body. Anticipating the amount of power that was stored in that buck, Judar arched his hips up to perfectly align his King and let him ram directly into his prostate, the fluid action forcing a grunt from Sin and a pleasured cry from Judar.

Keeping his hips flexed by bunching the muscles in his thighs and calves Judar made it to where Sin had to keep his thrusts hard in order to withdraw. Chuckling after a few body-numbing shocks to the open-mouthed whining mess that was once his very dignified Magi. Sin ran his hands down quivering thighs that now had his hand prints to the straining knees locked at his sides. A deep pleasure filling his stomach and heart at the sight and feel of Judar's compliant behavior. Just giving a gentle nudge to the insides of those fatigued knees was all it took for the raven to unlock his legs, and all that was needed for Sin to hook the bend of those long legs over his elbows.

Lowering himself over the still dazed figure of his lover. Sin easily folding Judar in half as he used the legs still over his arms to angle the ravenette as he wanted to. Locking the bent joint between his thick biceps and forearms before thrusting back in with a hard slap of flesh echoing the room. The erotic scream that tore from the younger a sign of approval that just fuelled the King to continue his assault.

The force of his thrusts now rocking Judar up and down the bed, no longer having his legs around those bruisingly powerful hips or the hot calloused hands on his own hips to anchor the Magi in place. Releasing his useless grip on the sheets Judar brought his arms into the cage that Sinbad created with their bodies so closely compacted to grip and push against the steely forearms that were braced on either side of his head. The white knuckled grip that the younger held to his lover barely enough to keep himself in place as once controlled thrusts became wild.

The sensations that Sin wrought forth with each thrust against his prostate with such deadly accuracy tearing the oxygen from him in the form of screams of pleasure, increasingly so as the burning coil in his stomach began to snap. The moment that his world shattered Sin dropped his torso to his own, brawny arms wrapping under him crossing to opposite shoulders (effectively immobilizing him), both groaning and gasping into the other's neck.

Sin watched in ravid fascination as Judar wisened up to brace himself against Sin's assault by using the King himself. The act of those fingers digging into the width of his wrists as his thrusts deepened making him lose himself to drunken sanguine eyes, intoxicated with pleasure. Pleasure that stimulated solely from him. The pale man flushed and coated in sweat, both his own and Sin's, the cries of his name that the younger didn't even seem to realized he was repeating like a mantra. It all finally snapped something inside of Sinbad.

Funny all it took was the man under him to make all of the Great King's years of experience and stamina unravel as though it was his first time all over again.

The pressure around his wrists falling off as Judar's orgasm took him by storm, arching up and twisting while his voice echoed throughout Sin's chamber's and he was certain a good portion of the castle. Pinning the smaller man with his chest as Sin lost himself to the only world he ever wanted to live in again and again.

Judar…

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As Ja'far's footsteps echoed out to the patios occupants their conversations came to stop, eager to hear more about how their King was doing. Aladdin had breezed by mentioning that Sinbad was recovered before floating off just as quickly as he had come.

His voice preceding his bodily appearance the stoic advisor began placating his comrades, "Sin's up. Well and up. Judar is with him, and I would implore you all to not risk bothering them until they resurface on their own accord... " Sitting next to Masrur as he finished speaking, and taking a quiet sip of the offered wine from the silent man.

"He wasn't hurt that badly then if he's doing that already." Yam broke the silence as the men exchanged knowing glances.

It was surprisingly the littlest of them all that spoke out to that statement, "Hey, if you got a desire and your partner needs it you'd push through. And that doesn't just apply to guys." Shrugging her shoulders as she took a long sip from her own wine as everyone gave her a look.

"Really?" Yam's look was incredulous; only to intensify when Spartos ducked his head as Hakuryuu agreed loudly -the table space in front of him with quite the number of bottles of alcohol.

Sharrkan looked away, a bit unsettled when his water-magician gave him a crossed look.

"So what are we going to do while they reacquaint with one another, for however long that will take…" Drakon wondered out loud as he leaned forward, angling his head to focus on their temporary commander.

Uncharacteristically for the ex-assassin, he turned sideways in his chair so that he could lean his back against the unarmored chest of his Fanolis with his feet propped up on the opposite chair arm. "Relax, fully relax. At least for a few days." A large arm coming around his chair back to rest over his chest as he continued, ignoring the adoring smiling faces from his longtime friends, "I for once am done with working, and would rather unwind after so much stress."

A chorus of cheers and here-here's resounded from the patio as most relaxed back with more wine or left to 'unwind' in other ways.

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Alibaba couldn't breathe. The room was hot. He was hot. Covered in sweat and aching so badly, but… The ache wasn't what he would classify as painful, especially when the thing suffocating him was a deeply missed tongue forcing him into a fight he loved to lose every time. The ache was familiar, but a sensation that his body still had to adjust to. It helped that dark dreads kept tickling against his exposed skin, and that warm fingers loved to paint patterns across his stomach with their mixed sweat.

"Ka-AH!" The rough thrust that rocked him upwards in the bed had stars occluding his sight, ripping his mouth away to cry out in pleasure. The solid form of his lover made it his goal to make up for lost time as quickly as possible. The sound of harsh smacks of slick flesh surrounded them fueling the cacophony of moans and pants that filled the space between them.

A devilish smirk and hot breath was against his left ear, teeth nibbling on the two red hoops momentarily, "What was that." Not a question, his tanned lover was teasing him, making fun of the fact that he'd been rendered to a gasping mess. Normally this would have pissed Alibaba off greatly, but with the way those damned lips kept working the cartilage of his ear and the heat that was searing him from the inside out made it tolerable. Maybe more than tolerable as the harsh quick rutting motions lulled to become long drawn and pressed deeper than before; his breath hitching as familiar hands trailed down his sides and thighs to cup behind his knees.

The appendages pulled up and pressed against his chest, the left leg being forced over to rest with the right over Kassim's left shoulder, that dark arm constricting around the Prince's thighs to keep them together and in place.

The angle of it made it to where each thrust felt as though it went up into his abdomen, if Alibaba thought he couldn't breathe before he was sorely mistaken. It didn't take much longer before he was choking on his cries while spilling over the edge, clenching around the rigid cock buried balls deep inside of himself hard enough to elicit a broken curse from the owner.

Kassim groaned long and low as he spilled into his lover, rejoicing at once again being able to feel this, dropping off the cliff with Alibaba. Kissing lazily at any patch of skin he could reach, until the other brought their mouth within his range and he could tangle their tongues between heaving puffs of breath, enjoying the warmth they shared.

"I love you."

"And I, you."

Hello Everyone. Sorry for the long hiatus, life really got away from me, a lot has changed since I last updated and especially since I first posted. Some good, some bad, some bad that was good in the end.

I missed you all, and I'm sorry to have made you wait for the end. But here is a happy ending and maybe at some point in the future I'll come back to expand on why Kassim is back and how our lovable blue-haired Magi plays a role in that.

Until then I wish you all the best. I saw your reviews/follows/favorites and I appreciate them. I'm also on AO3 under this same username if anyone wants to see what I've been reading there. I will consider cross-posting too, in case FF admins ever decide to be jerks and remove my stories.

Have a great time and live happily, love Stormie.