Dust. The smell of dust and sand and movement. Frantic movement all around him. He could feel soft cushions under his body and silks draped over himself.
I am asleep. He though. I am asleep in Diriel's bedroom again.
Mozenrath started to turn over but the pain made him stop. His skin felt slightly constricted, as if something had been wrapped around his cuts. Odd. Diriel never bothered to fix his wounds. The daemon knew they would heal by sun up. Then he realized something. He was moving.
A hand pulled back a thick curtain and looked in on him, checking the bandages and tightening them where needed. "It's going to be all right Mozenrath." The voice was warm and nurturing, but also decidedly male. Familiar. Why couldn't he recognize it?
The sorcerer gave a groan and fell back asleep, drifting back into his dreams.
The eagle was there, it's huge beak opened to swallow Mozenrath whole. The wizard scream and thrashed, trying to escape the predators grip. But no matter how he seemed to move the eagles grip only tightened, pushing into his flesh.
But then something else came. Something not there before.
A lion, a great powerful lion with a mane the color or sand thrust forward, his head slamming home into the giant bird. It roared, proud and tall as the paws closed around Mozenrath, pulling him away, pulling him to safety. The eagle rose, screeching and pressed forward on the attack, slamming into the lion with all it's might. The battle slammed predator against predator as Mozenrath lay against the rocks, waiting to see who would win to eat him alive.
It was the lion to conquered, wrapping it's great jaws around the eagles neck to crack the bones into. The great bird lay dead, penetrating eyes looking still at Mozenrath in hunger. Mozenrath pulled away, shaking even through the warm heat of the sun as the lion raised it's bloody maw to look at him.
It was beautiful. Long tan body, great warm brown eyes that looked at him as though it had found…
…a mate.
Mozenrath felt his cheeks blush bright as the lion pushed him down to the ground, his back arched his in the air.
This is a dream. I am dreaming…
Mozenrath moaned as the lion bit down on his neck, a hold meant to stead rather than break. Slowly, his little claws appeared, the sharp fangs in his mouth extending as the lion gently laid paw on his, setting up his body for mating. Mozenrath felt the feline within himself submit to it, his body reacting to the pheromones of natural instinct. He arched and gave a long, low, sultry purr, inviting, willing.
The lion entered him.
And a great warmth spread across his body. Pleasure…unlike anything he'd even felt before soared over his body in waves. He was bucked into, his fully cat counterpart, grunting and thrusting above him. Mozenrath whined at the sweetness of it and reached his hand above to feel the soft, fluffy mane.
But the hair he felt was not cat…it was human.
A face leaned down beside his, thrusting and smiling as he gave Mozenrath pleasure so deep inside. Mozenrath's eyes went wide as the face became clearer in his climax hazed vision. 'You…" he gasped as another thrust made his mind go blank.
"Me…" Said Aladdin, his soft lips pressing to Mozenrath spine as he bit down hard. Mozenrath reacted instantly, his body screaming with sensations that wanted so desperately to boil over. "Come for me Mozenrath…"
Mozenrath felt his thighs tighten, his body succumbing to Aladdin's girth deep inside him. "I…I don't know how…"
Aladdin chuckled and licked through Mozenrath's neck, laying and hand against his bone one and intermingling them. "Just relax…allow yourself to…it's alright Moze…I want you to…"
Mozenrath's body made war with him. It had never been about his pleasure before. It was always about someone elses. He was just the soil you tilled. The receptacle for others needs. "Aladdin…please…I can't…"
Aladdin took hold of Mozenrath's body, his hand finding the nooks and crannies desperate for long absent attention. "It's alright…I'll help you…"
Mozenrath felt Aladdin touch him with gentleness unaccustomed, and screamed in ecstasy.
Mozenrath came awake with a shock, sitting straight up in the soft bed. He regretted it instantly, his head suddenly overwhelmed. He flopped back down and held onto his skull, the rattling in there hurting something fierce. He opened his eyes, gingerly looking around. Then something struck him.
The last thing he remembered was Aladdin…the street rat had been
…on top of him.
No. that had been a dream, he was sure of it now. Something brought on by pain induced stress. The street rat had come into Diriel's private quarters and and…
…and brought him back to the guest suite.
Mozenrath's eyes flew open in shock. Bright, hot sunlight streamed in through the curtains of the balcony, touching his skin and filling him with a pleasant heat. The room around him smelled of lavender and sandalwood, the decoration light and friendly. He was lying in a bed with fresh white and blue sheets, a glass of water and some fruit were on the bedside table.
He was in Agrabah.
And someone was arguing right outside his door.
"The lack of common concern!" the first voice was unfamiliar to him. "The sheer lunacy of it!"
"You're over reacting." The second voice was dreaded common to him. Male, young, and certain of it's right. "We couldn't very well leave him there."
"Yes you could. You should have!" the voice was raised. "We have no right to interfere with another kingdoms policies…" There was a frustrated noise. "This is what happens when you put a street rat in Sultan's cloths!"
"Street rat or not, he is still your Sultan!" The second voice was female, proud, defiant. "And you will show him the respect due or you will find yourself wondering how deep our dungeons go!"
The voices quieted and Mozenrath heard footstep coming his way. He looked from the door to the balcony and moved.
Aladdin and Jasmine entered the room just in time to see Mozenrath leap over the balcony to the garden bellow. "No! Mozenrath wait!" he rushed forward and grabbed the sorcerer by the shoulder, yanking him forcefully back across the floors. The pale man slammed his elbows back into Aladdin's rib cage and tried to wrestle free from his grip. "Mozenrath stop…we won't hurt you!"
"You have!" Mozenrath hollered. "Do you have any idea what Diriel will do to me when he realizes I've run away!" he screamed and turned his hand around to rake Aladdin's face.
Aladdin caught Mozenrath's hand and tried to handle him gently, afraid of wounding the frightened creature. "Listen, you didn't run away!" he shouted, wrangling with Mozenrath on the ground. "Mozenrath stop flailing, your open your wounds up again!"
The sorcerer kneed and tried to wriggle away. But Aladdin was stronger than that He pulled Mozenrath's arms forcefully behind his back, pinning the man to the ground.
The dream arose, fresh in Mozenrath mind and he whimpered, closing his eyes to them. Aladdin felt Mozenrath's legs open underneath of him and blushed. "No. Mozenrath no I'm not going to do that." He said and the young wizard looked back at him. "I didn't bring you here for that." He said and tried to be reassuring.
"Then why did you?" That's all I'm good for isn't it? He thought as Aladdin pulled away enough to not be looming over him. "Why did you bring me here?"
"We…" Aladdin said sheepishly. "We were rescuing you." He looked over at Mozenrath. "I found you three nights ago, right after Diriel had…he was punishing you for something."
"I didn't tell him I knew you." Mozenrath said absently. "He doesn't like it when I keep secrets from him."
"You lied to him?" Jasmine said.
"Not exactly. I just didn't tell him." Mozenrath admitted. "I…I knew if he knew…he'd use that to humiliate me." He looked accusingly at Aladdin. "And it worked out well didn't it?"
Aladdin's cheeks went bright red. "Mozenrath…I'm…"
"No. Don't apologize. You don't have too. Your right." Mozenrath said and turned away. "I'm just getting what I deserve aren't I. I don't even understand why you rescued me. I'm just a slave now."
"What do you mean?" Jasmine said and Mozenrath raised his skeletal arm.
"He tore my gauntlet and then he tore me." Mozenrath quaked in memory of it. "It hardly matters. I'm Diriel's slave…his whore." He looked at the two, contemplating. "You'll be saving yourselves a lot of trouble to just kill me now."
Jasmine felt strange. Was this really Mozenrath? Had she made a mistake? His voice sounded so careless…as though he really didn't care on way or the other what was done with him.
"As long as I'm alive, Diriel will stay here." He said softly. "I suppose you've already discovered what he is?" Mozenrath was shamed as he admitted it, but it didn't matter. Once they heard the truth of it they'd behead him and be rid of two birds with one stone. "I was raising a daemon…" he said and Jasmine gasped. "…I got foolish and Diriel was the result. He's bound to me by blood now. You can't see it right at this moment but when he's angry, or when he wants to find me the sigils that I used to raise him appear on my arms. He'll know I'm here." Mozenrath slowly rose, looking from one set of eyes to the other. "He'll come for me. I'd rather be dead than go back…"
He had shocked himself by saying that aloud.
"Moze…you don't have to die…we're not going to kill you…" Aladdin looked over his shoulder and Jasmine nodded, if reluctantly.
"Then why did you bring me here?" Mozenrath asked.
"You were injured…badly…Mozenrath you were bleeding from so many different places…" Aladdin searched for a way to say it but couldn't speak. He was…a hero…a diamond in the rough. Maybe it was just in his nature to pity those in helpless situations even if they did hate him.
Mozenrath laughed. "Gods you are so good it's near saintly."
Jasmine turned red. "Why do you have to be so damn ungrateful about it…do you have any idea what we risked to save you?"
"And I just told you you're better off ending my life now!" He snapped back and suddenly felt his stomach churn from pressure. His wounds had not yet healed entirely. "Diriel will come for me and when he does you'll have no choice but to hand me over. No doubt your council is less than pleased about my presence already."
" It's not their right to be pleased or displeased." Aladdin said suddenly. "And it's not in my nature to just kill someone who's…" he wanted to say helpless but the word just didn't seem to fit Mozenrath's persona.
"So what are you going to do with me?" Mozenrath questioned warily.
"For now?" Aladdin contemplated. "We're going to heal your wounds and get you feeling alright. Your not allowed to leave this set of rooms unless Jasmine or I come and get you. Everything you need will be brought here." He instructed. "If you need anything, just make sure one of the servants comes to get us." He looked at Mozenrath for a moment, the curvy, almost feminine body stood, draped only in a thin night robe. It hid nothing in the early morning sunlight. Despite the air of nonchalant Mozenrath always managed his dark eyes looked haunted, afraid.
He doesn't have black eyes. Aladdin realized in a split second. They're just so gray it looks as though he doesn't have irises.
Mozenrath felt Aladdin's eyes on his flesh and gave an involuntary whimper, backing away.
Aladdin automatically pitched his voice, speaking in a low, calming tone. "There is clothing in the wardrobes. Just…just don't try to jump again alright?" he waited for some sign of assurance and Mozenrath gave a curt, jerky nod. "Alright. I'll be back to check on you in a little while." He promised and headed out the door with Jasmine.
As the began to leave, Jasmine turned her head to watch Aladdin's expressions, her eye brows arching as she saw the far away look in his eyes. She snapped around and looked at Mozenrath, who had not taken his eyes off the leaving couple. His breath was tense, his body crooked submissively towards Aladdin, though he may not have intended it.
Biting her nails, a habit she had not done since childhood, Jasmine clicked the door shut and worried.
Diriel threw the guest rooms doors open, his horns fully exposed and roared into the enclosure. "Where is he!" he snarled and began to sniff the floor where bloody footprints still lay. "Where is he?" he tore apart the little daybed, the scent of Mozenrath still thick on the cloth.
His Mozenrath was missing. He had already shredded everything in the room, searching for the missing whore when one of his servants had appeared, telling him that the caravan Agrabah had brought with them was now long gone. "What? When did this happen?"
"Last night by the looks of it sir." The little servant whispered.
Diriel flung himself to the window, looking down at the space that their tens were supposed to be in. Dozens of foot prints were all that was left of them, all headed East towards the golden tipped spires.
A lesser daemon might have roared or wasted energy by uselessly making things explode. But Diriel pushed away, sitting on a ruined couch as he began to slowly chuckle in thought.
"My lord?" the little servant said softly, looking at the daemon.
Diriel suddenly turned and held out his hand, forcing the servant to collapse. A horrified screeched filled the hallways and all within hearing distance stopped. As Diriel's magic worked it's way through the flesh of his slave seemed to melt away, revealing a strange, contorted figure. It's eyes glowed a mindless yellow and small brown horns sprung from it's head. Claws, wickedly curved as a scythe spread from it's nails and a whip like tail pushed out, snapping angrily. The new creature looked at Diriel and bowed in recognition.
Diriel stood. "Call for the rest of the city. We march towards Agrabah at next light." He said shortly. The little daemon chuckled shortly, hurrying to call for the rest of it's brethren. Diriel waited until it left and walked over to the day bed, picking up a blood stained bandage and sniffing it hungrily. "So little whore…you think you can escape from my grasp." He smiled and lapped the blood off of the fabric. "Well I know you well Mozenrath. I can smell you where ever you go. I will hunt you down no matter if you hide in shadow or light. And when I find you this time, nothing will ever take you from me side again…oh my love my Mozenrath." He said and the red signs on his arms began to glow angrily.