It hurt to move. Mozenrath groaned. His body was completely worn out from the strange fever he had earlier. Every one of his joints felt like they had been nailed there.
Quite sore indeed.
His eyes ventured over to the small bottle on the nightstand that Xerxes had brought for him earlier. Medicine. He sighed. He really needed to stop getting so frustrated with that eel whenever he tried to help out.
Slowly, he reached over and took it, taking a small sip of the substance inside. He paused. It tasted quite peculiar, but not terrible. Eager to get rid of the pain, he gulped down the rest of the bottles' contents. Not exactly the wisest thing in the world to do, but he didn't care. The bottle was quite small and whatever was in there didn't taste very potent- quite stale. Maybe a bit minty.
He replaced the bottle to its spot and waited patiently for the medicine to take effect.
Jafar wandered aimlessly through the citadel, surveying the dark surroundings. There wasn't enough light to see much in the place, the land of the black sands having only ever seen the night sky. The torches on a few of the walls helped quite a bit though.
Most of the rooms were empty or no longer used. This was no surprise, seeing as Mozenrath and Xerxes had been the only residents here for the past five years, not counting the mamluks who usually lurked around outside. Nobody even lived in the city area below. This was a dead place, devoid of sunlight and human life.
Sad as it may have seemed, Jafar knew in his dark heart that he found it all so fascinating. What it must be like to have an entire city to yourself, the only residents being your zombie servants who would be quick to obey your every command no matter what. Yet, what good was it if you never got to meet any challenges with others? Whether it was in a gloomy place or a sunshine-filled paradise, you would still be bored to death if you were all by yourself.
He continued his stroll down the hallway until he felt his wrists suddenly freeze in the air, glowing gold bands suddenly appearing and constricting them. Jafar growled and took a step back, having the bands vanish. He hated it when that happened. A certain rule of being a genie was that you had to remain within 500 feet of your master at all times. No exceptions. Another reminder of his entrapment.
Trying not to think about that, he decided that he may as well go check on the boy anyway. He was probably awake by now. The eel had said that he had brought Mozenrath some medicine earlier- perhaps he was feeling better. Not that Jafar cared.
In a second, he reappeared outside the boy's door. He gave it quick three knocks.
"Mozenrath?"
No answer.
Jafar twisted one of his fingers in his beard. Perhaps Mozenrath was still passed out. He pulled the latch on the door and let himself in.
To his surprise, Mozenrath turned out to be awake. He was sitting on the bed with his head bowed, his long raven hair shielding his face.
Jafar frowned. "It's customary to respond when someone addresses you, boy."
Mozenrath turned his head slowly towards Jafar. Jafar was a bit taken off guard at the expression on Mozenrath's face- His eyes had a sort of weird look in them and his mouth was curled in a lazy smile.
"Oh, hey Jafar." He grinned. "When… when did you get in here?"
"Just… now."
"Sweeeeet." His gaze drifted off into space. "Hey, I've got a great idea. Let's go bake cookies. I'll get the spatula!"
He tried to get off the bed but ended up tripping and falling in the process. He lay on the floor giggling like a girl.
"Uh…" Jafar knelt down to the young man, having absolutely no idea as to what the hell was going on. "Are you okay?"
Mozenrath nodded gallantly. "Mmm-hmm!" He cocked his head to one side, grinning again. "You look kinda sexy from this angle."
That's when the genie caught a glimpse of the bottle on the bed table. He got up and picked it up, examining it closely. It was only when he looked at the bottom of the bottle that he read the small print engraved in it:
"Cannabis sativa extract"
Mother of Persia, this kid had just taken a pint of liquid dope.
"Come back." Mozenrath said in an off-key tone from the floor. "It's lonely out here in… room… place."
Jafar turned back to the young man, kneeling down again. His eyes narrowed. "Try reading the labels on things next time, you imbecile."
"Yeah," Mozenrath snickered. "I should probably do that." He forced himself to sit up, leaning himself against the bed in a clumsy fashion. "Yay, no pain."
Jafar sighed. He couldn't leave Mozenrath alone like this; god knew what the little stoner would try to do in this state. Mozenrath's attention veered off into the ceiling, perhaps trying to count the marble tiles. The genie sat close, facing him.
Mozenrath's attention then shifted from the ceiling to Jafar. A seductive sort of leer began to cross his face.
"What?" Jafar said, a little puzzled at the boy's expression.
Mozenrath smiled. "You have lovely eyes."
Jafar blinked. "Um, thank you."
The young sorcerer leaned back against the bed, sighing to himself. Jafar suddenly felt the urge to smile. Mozenrath just looked so… pretty. The way his hair hung down and shadowed his face, save for his eyes which seemed to have a semi-erotic aura to them. He suddenly realized how effeminate the boy looked. In a sense, it reminded him of Princess Jasmine; only much more… wicked.
Mozenrath grinned. "Bored?"
"A little." Jafar replied.
The leer on the boy's face grew stronger. "Your beard is so… twisted."
Princess Jasmine. RIGHT THERE.
"What?" Jafar's eyes went wide.
"It is." Mozenrath reached up with his skeleton arm and toyed with it in his fingers, making the genie seem to freeze. "Twisted."
His hand moved from Jafar's beard to Jafar's face, stroking his cheek gently. Jafar went slightly scarlet at this. He reached a hand up to pull Mozenrath's away but changed his mind and put it back down.
Then he felt both of the boy's hands clasp the back of his head.
Jafar's eyebrows raised. "What are you doing?"
Mozenrath's grin widened. "You have lovely eyes."
"You already said tha-"
And then Mozenrath's full lips pressed against his. Jafar expected his brain to explode right then. The young sorcerer pressed harder into the kiss letting out a small moan as he did so. If just touching the genie sent magic vibes rippling through his body then kissing him must have been indescribable. He hugged the older man closer to himself, wanting more of that magic.
Jafar finally awoke from his frozen state and pulled away. "Mozenrath." He said in a serious voice, "You're stoned. You don't know what you're doing."
The boy gave him a wicked look. "So what? Admit it, you like this."
"I don't. Get off."
Mozenrath leaned closer. "You do. You're a liar." And ran his skeleton hand along the genie's thigh.
Jafar's eyes shot fully open and he shoved the boy off. "NO." He reached one of his hands out and his snake staff magically appeared in it. He held the staff up to the boy so that the eyes of he and the serpent connected. The eyes filled with a glowing hypnotic red. Mozenrath could do nothing but stare at it. After only a few seconds, his eyes shut and his body went limp.
Jafar exited the room quickly, not bothering to put the boy back in bed.