Dear my only reader (I am about 75% sure there is only one of you and about 100% there are less then 10), I swear I am sorry for having abandoned you for so many months. I feel bad since some of my favorite stories have been left unupdated for just as long or longer... So I know your pain. Here is a quick list of excuse all of them true to some extent,
I got sick with a serious infection,
I had school,
I was looking for money so I could eat,
I wanted to play a video game (999 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors for the Nintendo DS which is amazing and everyone should play),
I got depressed,
I lost the story,
I didn't feel the creative energy needed to work on the story,
I wanted to work on my art
Take your pick. In any case at long last you have this update... which is kind of short. But hey, beggars can't be choosers (trust me.)
Well my dears please enjoy, and once again I remind peeps this is a slash. This means that there will be men, together (seriously just wait a few chapters I promise). Anyway problem with yaoi? Then the solution is simple: don't read. If you have trouble with this concept I have a troop of well trained cockroaches that are willing to come to your house and act it out for you in a dramatic play that they wrote. Make sure they all leave after they are done, sometimes they like to move in...
Oh, and legal stuff. I make no money off of this (or anything really) so please don't sue. The characters, places and such belong to Disney.
Wandering the market was strange for Mozenrath. The market was both familiar and foreign. He had been there before, and knew the lay out from his many plans against Agrabah, but to walk casually down the busy streets, without need to hide in the deep shadows of the dwellings and wear-houses looming above the chaos, it was strange to say the least. Mozenrath decided that the part that made is strangest was the people milling about, after living only in the company of the dead, to be surrounded by living was almost like being on another planet. He tried to stay in character as the dirty street peddlers and prying children came up to what they assumed to be their princess, asking for money or food, trying to sell their low quality wears. Some had quite a stench Mozenrath noted as he escaped a manure merchant. What peasant in their right minds would think a princess would go to market herself for fertilizer? By mid day Mozenrath had had enough. "Aladdin, I need to stop."
The hero stopped looking down at the woman who's arm was linked with his, after a moment he seemed to reach an internal decision. "Jasmine are you sure there isn't something you aren't telling me? You don't seem to be enjoying this. And you never needed a break this early before..."
It was true the princess was a lot better off physically then Mozenrath was, she had proven more then once that she had a lot more stamina and strength then Mozenrath would like to give her credit for. Taking a desperate gamble Mozenrath turned to face Aladdin, wrapping jasmines willowy arms around the hero's neck and standing on tip toe to whisper in his ear. "Its not the walking I need a break from. I think I could use some time without all these people around..." Mozenrath tried to make the last part sound as suggestive as he could.
Aladdin wore a roguish smile as Mozenrath settled back down on his heals. "My old home isn't to far. We could spend some alone time there..."
Mozenrath gave the street rat the princess's most coy smile, "it sounds perfect."
The dilapidated dwelling that used to serve as Aladdin's bachelor pad was just the same as Aladdin had left it, but there was a thin layer of sand on everything.
"Aladdin, can you go back to the market place and get us something to eat?" Mozenrath mimicked the princess's sweetest smile.
"Uh, sure." He paused at the door, "you sure you don't want to come with me?"
"No I need to rest, I'll wait here." Placing his hands in his laps he moved his head so the princesses hair bounced slightly, Mozenrath tried to give the princess's most charming smile.
"Alright. I'll be back soon"
Watching out the large hole in the wall that acted as a window Mozenrath waited until he saw Aladdin hurrying down the ally towards the market before he turned to the rest of the place. "Alright, street rat, lets see if you hid my stone in your pathetic hovel."
The spell to detect magic was always a bit strange once cast. Once in effect the caster's sight was retuned to detect magic. The world looked gray and dark, his surroundings had low magic and gave off little aura. Once again the only source of magic seemed to be coming from him. Looking down he could see his entire body glowing with a indigo aura, except his right hand which was almost to bright to look at. If the stone where there it would shine just as brightly, it would be evident even if it had been hidden in the walls or a pot. The aura of magic items didn't cast light exactly so well his gauntlet was brighter then any fire, the room around him was still shadowy, but the power of a magic artifact could still illuminate, mundane objects wouldn't be able to hide such a powerful aura, and even a illusion spell would seem to give off some sort of glow in the comparatively dull surroundings. Frustrated Mozenrath dismissed the spell.
Since no one was around Mozenrath let lose a scream and blasted some of the small cracked pots against the far wall. The pots crumbled away under the force of all that dark magic. Mozenrath paced the room as he thought, he would have to continue searching the palace. It had to be somewhere in the palace. The problem there was there was a lot more ambient magic, a illusion spell could be over looked easily. He had already searched Aladdin's room, the treasure vault, and all of the dungeon. Except for finding a few secret passage ways in the dungeon his search had been fruitless.
He was still pacing when Aladdin came back.
"Jasmine, I brought your favorite." He held up a shish kebab which had large squares of lamb meat on it.
Mozenrath was sure something in his face showed his disgust because Aladdin's face fell. "I also brought some bread and wine."
The wine was split between them, and Aladdin had the lamb, while Mozenrath only ate the bread. Aladdin watched his wife eat, his brows together, clearly thinking about something.
"Jasmine, is there a reason that you aren't eating meat?"
Mozenrath was taken aback by the question, he had underestimated the street rat, he hadn't even thought he would notice. He took another gulp of wine to give himself time to think of a suitable answer. He couldn't tell Aladdin it was because necromancers never ate the dead flesh to prevent... accidents.
"I just feel bad for all toughs poor animals."
"Oh..." Aladdin looked down at his stick of mostly eaten meat.
After they had finished there lunch they went back out to the market, returning to the palace at sunset, although Mozenrath deeply wished it had been sooner. The pair returned to their room. Aladdin took his hand from Jasmine's and walked over to the closet coming back with night clothes for himself and Jasmine. He also carried some towels. Putting the cloth under one arm he took the princess's hand once again, and lead her to a adjacent room.
Mozenrath didn't even try to pull his hand free, he had given up on trying to avoid touching the hero while they were in the market. Instead he fallowed curious as to where they were going.
It was a large warm steamy blue tiled room with lines of patterned mosaic tiles on the wall and floor. In the center was a large circular pool of water. Mozenrath tried to pull back, he may have resigned himself to letting Aladdin hold his hand and kiss him while he played the part of Princess Jasmine. But he still wasn't quite ready to be naked in front of Aladdin, even if his body was still hidden by a spell.
Aladdin put the clothes and towels down on a small table by the edge of the water and proceeded to undress. Mozenrath watched unsure what else to do, he could try to run... But that might make Aladdin suspicious. Mozenrath was weighing his options when Aladdin caught his attention again. Aladdin was almost finished taking of his clothes and Mozenrath found himself slightly mesmerized by the tanned skin, rippling with the muscles just under the flesh. Mozenrath had never been in so intimate a situation before.
Aladdin finished undressing and stretched his arms before turning. He was a little surprised to find his wife had yet to even move from the spot where he had left her, she was acting so strange lately. He walked over to her, completely nude.
Mozenrath tried to avoid looking directly at the exposed hero. Not only was Aladdin well muscled, but he was well endowed. His cock was thick, and very long. Even though Mozenrath knew his real form was magically concealed, he felt a little self conscious. He had always assumed he was strait but he felt so curious about this cock, what it felt like to hold, and what he could do with it to bring this hero to his knees begging for more. And then Aladdin kissed him, sliding his hands along Mozenrath's back and up pulling the half shirt up, breaking the kiss only to pull the cloth over Mozenrath's head. As soon as the shirt was off the lips were back. And the hands were on the small petite breasts. The fingers expertly playing with the small brown nipples. Aladdin's entire hand cupped around one needing it slightly.
It felt unlike anything Mozenrath had ever felt, but he had to break free of this, since he didn't want to fallow it threw to its inevitable conclusion. Breaking the kiss he took a step back. "Aladdin, we came hear to bathe."
"Come on Jas, it wouldn't be the first time." Said Aladdin with his most charming smile on. He took a step closer.
Mozenrath had to admit, the street rat could be charming. Mozenrath took a step back and to stall Aladdin took the harem pants off. Before Aladdin could move in again Mozenrath had ducked around him and darted into the water. Swim walking to the far side of the pool, he found some small bottles of scented oils and set about bathing. All the while keeping an eye on the amorous hero who kept trying to swim closer, while Mozenrath swam farther away. As soon as he was done Mozenrath got out of the pool and wrapping the towel modestly around the princess's form snatched the clothes set aside for him up and left the room.
By the time Aladdin got to the bedroom, Mozenrath had already changed and was pretending to sleep on the bed, light princess like snores could be heard.
Sighing, Aladdin crawled into bed next to the necromancer and putting one arm over him, fell asleep spooning one of his most hated foes.