"Get those stones finished!" Aladdin hollered and Sadira wound her hair back, adding the last little bits of power she had to the guards.
"Anyone ever tell you how bossy you've gotten ever since you became Sultan?" she shouted back good naturedly and set about making sure the last stone was aligned. With a deep breath of air she shot magic through it, the stone sparking and snapping, then settling into a warm purple glow. "And now!" she let go and the stone connected, a line of deep violet springing between them till they surrounded the wall and cavern that made up Agrabah's border. Like a sun setting over the mountains a dome seemed to build over their heads, a protective blanket on the bed of their city.
"Sultan Aladdin." It was Rasoul, the burly guard. "He's riding out."
"And his troops?" Aladdin asked anxiously.
"He left them on the hill. I think he's still hoping to do this peacefully." There was a tone in Rasoul's voice Aladdin didn't like. Something between speculation and disproval. Unfortunately there was not enough time to chastise him for it.
"Go down and make sure the other guards have the gate secured." Aladdin said slowly, his temper in no mood for pushing. He watched as Rasoul bowed and walked down the stairs. So this is what it's going to be like. He mused, a little more of the realization of his actions coming upon him.
Don't be stupid. You haven't done anything wrong.
Oh but you want to don't you. It wasn't a question.
It's not like that! Aladdin protested, watching as the golden figure of Diriel came closer and closer over the hills. He's just…weak. He needs help…he needs somewhere safe.
Oh I see… the voice was silent for a moment, as though considering something. When it spoke again the tone was mocking. And is Mozenrath…safe…with you?
Aladdin bit his lip and closed his eyes, turning away from the dunes. He trusts you. But do you trust yourself?
Yes. I'm not like that! I mean I don't want…
Ah but you lie! I know your thoughts Aladdin! I know how you feel when you see his body, exposed and pale. You think of your thighs joining, of that face, so pretty and soft, moaning at your behest.
Stop it!
And he does moan Aladdin. He moans like a crescendo of music, magnificent to behold. And when he wails in pain you can hear it for miles as his body takes everything you have.
Aladdin suddenly stopped. That voice had not been his own. He looked out over the wall, watching the daemon close in. You!
A coarse laughter rang in his ears as the ruby red eyes gazed up at him. Do not lie street rat. I know how you hunger for that pale body. Not that I blame you of course. Diriel whispered as he came up to the gates. "Where is my slave Sultan Aladdin!"
It took him a moment to realize that the voice had not sounded in his own mind but from bellow. The daemon stood upon his horse, looking up over the walls of Agrabah. "I have been lenient have I not? Else my counting of the days is wrong."
Aladdin felt himself steel. "Your counting is correct Diriel." He answered back in a cold voice.
The red eyes glowed and the sunlight seemed to glint off his horns. "Then where is my slave?" he barked out the last word as though he could tear the very walls down.
"Mozenrath is not your slave anymore Diriel." Aladdin said firmly. "He is here as my guest and I will not see him harmed."
"You guest?" Diriel spat on the ground. "Your fuck toy you mean!" he seemed to grow in size till he nearly dwarfed the poor beast he rode. "I have been generous Sultan! I gave you three days. Three days to have your fill of what is mine!" Diriel was yelling now, so loud everyone could hear. "And yet now, when I have tried to solve this problem with some diplomacy, you throw my kind offer back in my face!"
"Kind?" Aladdin felt his temper brimming over. "What would you know of kindness?" he shouted from the top of his lungs. "When I found Mozenrath in your palace he was bleeding from so many places he looked like a butcher shop! It took three days for him to awaken after we brought him back here." Aladdin felt his hands shaking. You raped him. You broke his body and raped him.
He is mine to rape hero. Diriel answered coldly. "What I do with my slaves is none of your concern Sultan of Agrabah." He snarled out. "I will give you one last chance. Give me Mozenrath! Throw him over your wall and I will catch him, and leave with my armies before the stars have risen!" he pointed to the sky where the darkness of night was beginning to settle in and the dim glow of lights just starting.
Aladdin turned to the side for a moment. "Let us here what Mozenrath has to say then."
Mozenrath's face went blank as Aladdin gestured to him. He had been staying out of sight towards the back of the wall. But now he was being called on to speak for himself. He approached the edge, his pale gray eyes looking down to see Diriel's terrible black horns tilted up towards him.
He shuddered and pulled away, hands clutching the burning red marks on his shoulders. I can't do this! He pleaded wordlessly. I can not face him! I'm not ready to. He turned as thought to run and Aladdin was there, the younger man's strong, firm hands on his. "Aladdin…" he whispered and became suddenly aware of something. Had the hero grown taller? In their battles he had always been the towering one. But now it seemed as though Aladdin matched him in height, for their eyes met perfectly.
"Mozenrath…are you alright?" he whispered softly.
A warmth surged through the sorcerers body, eclipsing even the burn of his markings. "I'll be alright." He said and turned back to the wall, looking bravely over the edge at Diriel. The daemon grinned up at him, eyes traveling his body.
"So there you are my darling." He whispered, but the words carried as clear as a bell. Diriel extended his hand, the raptor like talons curling invitingly towards Mozenrath. "Come down Mozenrath and I will forgive this infidelity." His words seemed to wind through the air with a life of their own. His skin shimmered in the dusk as Mozenrath shivered as though freezing.
"Infidelity?" Aladdin said with a snarl but Mozenrath stood forward.
"I…I do not…I will not come down." Mozenrath knew he sounded pathetic, but it was the first stroke of true self he had felt in a long while.
"What?" Diriel's horns curved wickedly. His horse reared for a moment, reacting to it's masters anger. "What did you say to me whore?"
Aladdin flinched at the word, but Mozenrath only closed his eyes. "I am not yours anymore. I won't be yours!" Mozenrath suddenly shouted, clinging to the brick of the wall.
"You are mine you slinking prostitute!' Diriel hollered, his eyes flaming. He curled his fingers and seemed to speak a word, thought his mouth made no sound.
Mozenrath screeched in pain and clutched his arms. The red marks seared into his flesh so hot they burned his clothing, the embers falling to the ground. Steam rose in a great cloud and the smell of baking flesh rose in the air.
"You belong to me Mozenrath!" Diriel hollered, squeezing his fist so tightly blood dripped from the palm. "You are mine now and forever! And when I bare you down from these white walls I will spread your body open and take you for all to see! Your screams will echo through to the next world Mozenrath!"
Aladdin rushed forward, taking hold of Mozenrath's shoulders. "Moze! Moze get up…you can't let him see you like this!" Aladdin ran his hands down the hard etching in Mozenrath's flesh. "Don't let him control you."
Mozenrath suddenly felt as though his whole body was being swept by a cool wave. The burning in his arms began to lessen and the young wizard opened his eyes, staring into the handsome brown ones above him. The throbbing began to cool, and Mozenrath slowly stood up. "I'm alright." He whispered as Aladdin did not remove his hands, hoping to steady the sorcerer. "Aladdin I said I'm all…" he looked up and saw that Aladdin's face had flushed a bright pink, the look in his eyes mistakable. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to stand like this forever.
Don't let go Aladdin. He pleaded mentally. Don't let go or I will fall I know it. The press of Aladdin's hard chest was very close to him. He could feel it through the fabric of his shirt and very nearly moaned. I'm not yours anymore Diriel. Mozenrath thought joyously. "These walls are stronger than you daemon!" Mozenrath suddenly said, yelling at Diriel from the ledge. "They will hold you out until you disappear from this world!"
"Coward!" Diriel answered. "You disgusting little coward!" He roared. "You no longer have the balls to stand against me so you will rely on your new master to protect you!"
Aladdin started to say that he was not Mozenrath's master but stopped himself automatically. He could already for see the dangers in such a statement. The sole reason he could keep the council at bay on this issue was that they thought he was in control of the sorcerer. He despised lying in such a way, for unless something went wrong he had no intention of making Mozenrath obey him. And worse, what if Mozenrath still though he should be obeying Aladdin? What then?
A sound rang through the air and Aladdin turned just in time to see hundred of arrows raining down upon them. He raised his arm to shield Mozenrath and himself and felt rather stupid when the sticks hit the domed protected, bouncing off it harmlessly. Aladdin felt his confidence soar and promised himself to reward Sadira for her efforts. Diriel's face was less than pleased as the Sultan looked over the edge again. "We are well marked against you daemon! Leave my land and never return."
"Give me my slave and I will go!" Diriel commanded again.
Aladdin felt a heat spread across his body. "Never." He spoke the word with such silent force that he was shocked at himself. These were not the same actions he might have made three months ago…even one month ago. But they were his actions now. And he would have to live with the consequences.
Diriel did not make a sound but turned on his horse and headed back for his army lines. You are a fool Aladdin! You may protest you disinterest but I know better. I am a creature of dark desire. I know what's in your mind.
No you do not Diriel. Aladdin said firmly. I will never do to Mozenrath what you did to him. Never!
A cold cruel laughter rang across the dunes as Aladdin began to escort Mozenrath down from the wall. "Post guards along the perimeter. Keep a close eye on anything he does I want reports every hour on the hour." Aladdin commanded and everyone moved. "If anything suspicious seems to be going on report directly to me." He turned around and looked at the pale young man who now sat back against the stairs, looking quite surprised with himself. "You did beautifully Mozenrath." Aladdin said kindly and put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I told him I wasn't his…" Mozenrath whispered. "But that was a lie." He touch his markings. "I'm still his Aladdin. Until his power dies out and he is no longer in this existence…I am still Diriel's."
Aladdin bit his lip and could not think of what to say. There was a moment, a brief moment, where he wanted to do something very reckless right then. He was struck with the desire to hold Mozenrath, clutch him close and wrap him in strong arms, show him that it was alright, that he was safe here.
But is he safe with you?
Aladdin's imagination went further. His imagined lifting the head, tilting it to his to lay his lips down on firm, lush ones. He could feel the sorcerers lips pressing back, passionately, wanting him, enveloping him in a wild lust. Without thinking he had already reached out to smoothly brush aside a stray black hair from Mozenrath's face. He heard a gasp…and turned his head. Jasmine was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a dead pan look on her beautiful face.