A/N: This chapters the reason it's rated M so just be warned. This is my first time writing something like this so I had my friend help me a little, I'll get better I promise.

It's been two days since Eric's little outing and now that every business venture was settled, Eric was packing up. A heavy sigh left Eric's lips- he would miss Agrabah, the sights, the sounds, the dry yet exciting atmosphere, and the commoner boy he met…. Wait what? Eric blinked and wondered, where did that come from? He just met him once, it was a onetime thing, so how could he be missing him?

Eric was pretty good with directions so he could probably find his way back through the tunnels. He shook the thought out of his head his head, his leaving today was not practical. Another sigh was released he recalled his first real friend, an Arabian thief who talks to his pet monkey.

Suddenly someone was knocking on the door, bringing Eric out of his thoughts. "Pardon, Prince Eric." The Sultan's voice said on the other side.

"Yes, come in."

The Sultan walks in shyly, "Good morning Prince Eric. I know that you have finished your work here but…" The Sultan hesitated, worrying that he sounded desperate. "I was wondering if you would like to stay a little longer. I mean, you live so far away and it's nice to have such distant visitors."

Eric smiled, he knew of the Sultan's plans to find his daughter a suitor. He actually forgot that he had already expected this; the Sultan and Grimsby have been hinting at an extended stay since he got there. "Well, that would be delightful." He said sweetly.

"Wonderful!" Sultan exclaimed clapping his hands together, "Don't you think so Jafar?" Sultan said, opening the door more to reveal a gaunt old man wearing a black and red cape on his pointed shoulders. The sudden sight of the man startled Eric slightly.

"Delightful." Jafar said unenthusiastically.

"Oh, I'm not quite sure you two have met, this is Jafar," Sultan said pointing to the man, "My most trusted royal advisor."

"Trustful." Eric stated somewhat sarcastically with a doubtful nod. He held out his hand in greeting, "Pleased to meet you, Jafar."

After a good five second death stare at the European Prince Jafar put on a painful fake smile, "Likewise." The façade and cold grip from Jafar sent chills down Eric's spine. Everything about this guy was shouted deranged and power hungry.

"Splendid, now that we have all met let's go tell Jasmine the good news." Sultan said going out the door.

Jafar painted an eerie grin on his face, "Yes, let's." Suddenly Eric felt there was something bigger than trying to get the princess to become married here.

"Okay Abu go!" Aladdin commanded to his trusty sidekick. The monkey instantly grabbed the melon from the stand, making loud sounds and running off with his dinner.

"Hey! Stop you!" The vendor shouted running after the monkey. Just then, a sneaky little boy in rags crept right up to the stand and stole a big juicy melon from the deserted stand. The street ran made off with the real dinner and went out of sight right before the vendor came back with the decoy.

Aladdin met up with Abu in their agreed meeting place, a hidden ally caught between three buildings. He sat down and hit the melon just right on a rock splitting it in two, he handed one to Abu who took it greedily.

"You better have paid for that, street rat." A dark voice said. The man who spoke was looming over the two thieves. The guard continued, "But you didn't, because you're a worthless little pest." He stepped towards them and reached out.

Aladdin and Abu quickly took a step back avoiding contact, "Of course I paid for it, what, you think I stole it!?" He ducked a strike from the guard's blade, "Unthinkable!" Aladdin continued, he was obviously teasing at this point; almost every guard in Agrabah knows him by now. Unfortunately, this was not just any other guard. The rising moonlight shined on the guard's face and revealed his true identity. It was the one who'd been after him for a while now. The one responsible for the sexual harassment he received the other day.

With a sudden burst of fear that ran through his body, Aladdin gulped and quickly backed up. Unfortunately, their hiding place only had one way in or out and he had backed right up into a building and the side escapes were too narrow for even Abu to squeeze through. Aladdin had no other way but to slide right by the guard.

Both he and Abu ran past the guard, hugging the side of the wall, Abu made it out but Aladdin's exit was cut off with the swipe of a blade. Aladdin had to jump back in order to avoid it. The prowler was coming closer and any attempt to get past him was interrupted with the guard's expert wielding of his sword. Suddenly Abu jumped out of nowhere and scratched at the guards head, however, unlike most people who panic from the sudden attack from the primate this guard quickly grabbed the little thing and tossed it to the side. Abu's head hit rather hard on the wall, rendering him unconscious.

"Where's you're savior now, rat!" The guard spat.

"Abu!" Aladdin cried and desperately tried to reach for his fallen friend but it made him vulnerable to the guard's attack. The guard grabbed his by his arms and threw him onto the wall, but didn't release his grip on his prey. The bulk man's hands wrapped completely around Aladdin's upper arms and easily lifted him. The guard brought Aladdin's face close to his; revealing his ugly facial features and disgustingly warm breath to the boy. Aladdin flailed around in an attempt to escape the man's grasp, however his attempts were in vain as his weak body was no match for the huge man's strength

"I've been waiting his this day," the guard's gruff voice declared. Aladdin could feel the guard's warm breath against his lips as he reluctantly whimpered. He knew what was coming to him so he tried desperately to think of a way out of this but all rational thoughts were shoved out of his mind with the throbbing fear. In one swift motion, the guard flipped the boy around, slamming his face into the stone wall. The guard leaned into Aladdin effectively crushing him into the wall.

He whispered into Aladdin's ear, "Time for your punishment, vandal." His hand roughly pushed Aladdin's back downward, forcing him to bend and the guard leaned in close to Aladdin's ass and started rubbing against him. Aladdin felt a bulge harden against his rear end as it stroked him. And instantly, Aladdin panicked even more at the thought of it being inside of him. He started hyperventilating and letting out strangled cries. "Stop," Aladdin begged, "please!" But the guard wouldn't have any of it.

"Shut up!" The guard replied in a loud whisper. When Aladdin didn't obey, he yanked off his own sweaty sash, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. Although now muffled, Aladdin kept shouting and twisting himself to get away. Angered, the guard yelled this time, "I said shut up!" and pulled him away from the wall, only to slam him back into it, breaking Aladdin's nose. Blood streamed down and Aladdin could taste the thick, metallic liquid on his lips as immense pain mauled at his entire face. It was probably covered in cuts and bruises from the wall as far as he can tell. But his face was burning too much to tell any wound apart.

Aladdin whimpered as he felt his own blood drip down his chin. And the guard crudely grabbed his throat and threatened to choke him to death if he didn't comply. Aladdin could hear a soft sound of fabric moving- the sound of the guard pulling down his own pants. Then, the guard's free hand touched Aladdin's chest and pawed its way down into his pants; its warmth only made Aladdin colder and stiff. Tears threated Aladdin eyes as he felt the large hand clutch at his member and tug it gently, the force made him harden slightly as the guard continued to grope it. Aladdin closed his eyes and cursed his own body for giving into the man.

The guard chuckled as he pulled the street rat's pants down easily, completely exposing him. The guard grasped his own erected member and aggressively shoved it into the boy's anus. Tears immediately escaped Aladdin's eyes from the piercing pain. Without hesitation, the guard started thrusting into Aladdin's rectum. As if the sharp pain from the cock being forced into him wasn't enough, it felt as though it was clawing at his insides every time it moved. Every time the cock emerged, there was more blood than before and an increasing pain with every stroke. Aladdin cried through the sashed lodged in his mouth as his body was being ravaged. Even though his cries were rising higher, the guard's ragged breaths clouded them constantly. His forehead and cheek grinded against the stone wall as his body shook with the guard's thrusts, leaving scrapes on his face. But the guard didn't seem to notice or care and he brusquely caressed Aladdin's ass as he shoved himself in and out of the tight space.

Groans of pleasure escaped the big man's lips as his large hand squeezed tighter on the boy's throat. Aladdin gagged and in a desperate attempt to breathe, he tried to pry the guard's fingers off his throat with his feeble arms. But the guard shouted, "No!" and in between grunts, his free hand grabbed Aladdin's arm again to stop him. His hand crawled up and hooked over the boy's shoulder, using it as leverage to push him down more as he thrust his hips further into the boy's rectum. Blood was now dripping down both their legs, along with a sticky wet substance.

The man pulled in faster and faster, reaching the point where he couldn't go any deeper into the boy. He knew he was about to cum into him and soon a rapturous moan left his lips as a rush of sticky warm liquid shot out from the man's shaft, filling Aladdin. Aladdin screamed with what he had left.

When he was done, the guard stayed like that for a little while panting. Aladdin let the last of his tears fall to the floor along with the blood from his face and anus. The guard slipped out of him and gave some slack to the death grip on Aladdin's neck. But before he completely let go the guard took his sword and gave a clean slice across his stomach, making Aladdin double over in pain. "Good riddance street rat," he finally said, pulling his pants up and turning away, leaving Aladdin there to die.

Aladdin laid in a puddle of his own blood, spilling out a new set of tears, tears formed from the desire to die. Feeling worthless, alone, and filthy, he wanted to curl up and die right then and there. However, against his better judgment, Aladdin's shaking hands took the sash out from under his mouth and put pressure on his stomach to stop the bleeding. Slowly, he pulled his pants up and rose, ignoring his throbbing wounds, and swiped up the unconscious monkey from the ground, clutching him onto his chest for some slight comport, and with shaky steps headed back to his hideout.

Even through the abrupt darkness of the Arabian night Eric still managed to find his way back through the labyrinth and back alleys. After he realized that he was staying in this beautiful world of Agrabah a little longer, Eric couldn't convince himself not to go back to Aladdin. He also had to get out of the palace; it's not that he's unwelcomed, the Sultan made it terribly clear that he was, and Jasmine is no longer giving him the cold shoulder, no they have become quite good friends by now. However Jasmine is making it painfully clear that she resents the notion that she has to get married by her next birthday in order to be ruler.

Eric sighed, it didn't seem fair. He knew what it was like to be pushed into getting married but her situation seemed a lot more dire, not to mention she was only fifteen. He knew this was a different culture but forcing a person to get married at that age just seems wrong. Eric pushed the thought out of his head, it wasn't his place to intervene, and right now he eagerly wanted to see his street friend for some reason that he couldn't fathom.

He stopped at the base of the hide out, there was no door so he wondered if he should just walk in. He settled on just calling out his name, "Um… Aladdin? You here?" Suddenly a familiar monkey jumped into Eric's line of vision frantically started gesturing distress signals. "Abu what's wrong!?" Abu pointed to a heaping mass in a corner of the room, the moonlight slightly shone in the room just enough for Eric to recognize the mass as Aladdin. The blood around him was reflecting the light.

"Oh my…" Eric quickly made his way over to him, not caring about the blood staining his fancy attire when he sat next to him. Aladdin was curled up with his eyes open staring blankly, his back facing Eric. "Are you… what happened?" Eric wasn't sure the proper procedure on what to do, looking at the amount of blood he obviously wasn't okay.

Eric placed a gentle hand on Aladdin who immediately jumped at the touch, Eric pulled away quickly. "E- Eric?" Aladdin didn't want to look into his eyes so he remained focused on the wall.

"Yeah buddy?"

"Why are you here?"

"I uh… wanted to see you." He absent-mindedly answered the question while checking at the damage of the body. Most of the blood saw seeping through the back of his pants, "Aladdin, what happened?" He said as gently as he could, he already knew.

"Nothing I'm fine." He answered blatantly.

"Then why are you covered in blood staring blankly at a wall?"

At prove his point Aladdin attempted to sit up but when he lifted his body putting pressure on his bottom a bolt of pain shot up his spine making him hiss. Eric threw his arms towards him as if to help him, however he restrained from touching the poor boy in fear of hurting him further. Slowly and painfully Aladdin allowed himself to sit up, the small effort made him sigh from exhaustion, and now he had an uncomfortable feeling from sitting on his rear.

Aladdin final looked up at Eric, the moonlight was now hitting his face allowing Eric to see the dried of tears on his face. The pain in both of their eyes were reflecting off of each other, Eric couldn't stand to see him like this.

Aladdin couldn't handle much of the eye contact, he felt humiliated by his current state, humiliated that Eric could tell what had just recently happened to him. He shut his eyes tight wishing everything could go away, the pain, the memory, the guy sitting next to him, the one he just met yesterday. But most of all he wished for the overwhelming desire to be comforted by the guy he just meet yesterday to go away. However, there was no genie, his wish did not come true, and Aladdin felt strong arms pull him into a tight embrace against a warm chest.

Immediately Aladdin gave into his desire and let himself be comforted. He wrapped his arms around Eric and clung onto the back of his shirt, some leftover tears that he didn't know he had emerged from the corners of his eyes. Eric pulled him in even closer.

Eric put his chin on top of Aladdin's head and took one of his hands and softly stoking his hair, something his mother used to do to comfort him. Aladdin did nothing but continue sobbing into Eric's arms.