Hello again my dear reader (or possibly readers I'm still betting on the singular),
I am going to add little **** between each scene change since it seems like swallows my the spaces between paragraphs alive never to be seen again... like a karken.
Now then I think this chapter starts having that sexy man on man action I may or may not have promised was coming, who knows I have to read it again to find out. This chapter was actually a sister chapter to the last one since I designated them both as chapters at the same time... but then didn't touch them for months... and lost them... and got confused because I named them a chapter ahead of what they were in real life... so this was chapter 7 on my... why am I telling you this? You don't care you want to get to the story.
Legal stuff. The characters? Not mine. The places? Not mine. The story? Not... oh wait no the story is mine. But I don't make money off of it, in any way shape or form. Aladdin and all the characters and places associated with him belong to Disney.
Finally, This story is a slash. Mozenrath and Aladdin are the pair, this means men, together, in a fan fiction, yaoi extravaganza (real reader who already knows this and is here for the yaoi, I make no promises about it actually being a extravaganza.) If you don't like the idea of a yaoi, I fully invite you to leave, and not leave any flames behind. If you don't like it then don't read it, the same way I don't read your fan fics that have pairings I don't care for. If the concept of not reading the story is a problem and my former attempts with the cockroaches and ally cats haven't gotten threw I have yet another way you can learn this. If you send me 9.99 and your date of birth, social security number, mother's maiden name and any other relevant personal information you can think of, I will enroll you in a special correspondence course on how not to read fan fictions that are clearly marked as shipping a couple you don't like. Act now, seats are filling fast.
Weeks had passed and still Mozenrath could find nothing. He had finished the first floor of the palace and had moved on to the second. In some ways all this searching was good because he was learning the guards shifts and patrols, as well as discovering many of the secret rooms and passages all over the palace. When he next attacked Agrabah he would have an advantage in the palace. But it was still frustrating. And slow. The work would have gone faster if he had been able to search for more than a few short hours every night. But every day Aladdin or his friends wanted to spend time with Jasmine. And when it wasn't those imbeciles it was royal duties. The addle brained sultan was constantly doing one thing or another that required Jasmine to be present at, or have her checked on. However Mozenrath had to conclude that the worst parts of it were the advances the hero of Agrabah kept making. Not only did Mozenrath have to come up with a way to dodge the hero's hormones every night, but he also had to try to keep his distance during the day. And the longer he denied the hero the harder he pushed, and the harder it became for Mozenrath to say no.
Mozenrath hated to admit it but he was actually starting to enjoy Aladdin's arms around him, and the hero's mouth on his. Or better yet, on his neck or the small magical breast that had been created for the disguise. In some ways it was amusing. Mozenrath knew Aladdin hadn't gotten that good at pleasuring others by practicing on the princess. The young necromancer could only speculate as to how many women Aladdin had been with before settling down.
Aladdin was very hansom... And charming, the dates he took Mozenrath on thinking he was Jasmine were very romantic, and as he learned what Mozenrath liked, tailored to fit his interests... Well not all of them, a date based on a interest in power would be interesting, but not something he thought the hero would ever do... or could do. Aladdin was still clearly puzzled about the unexplained changes in the woman he had thought he knew so well, but he was trying to adapt. Mozenrath wasn't quite ready to admit he did in fact lust after the protagonist. But it was starting to become obvious. Mozenrath found himself grateful several times that he was disguised as a woman so his interest wouldn't be so obvious. Not that it wasn't annoying to be wet whenever Aladdin kissed him, casting such a exact illusion seemed to have backfired, something Mozenrath would have found ironic if it weren't his spell.
It was on those kisses that Mozenrath's mind was lingering one night as he walked back to his room after another night of fruitless searching. "Master?" The voice was soft but Mozenrath knew it right away. Looking out the window next to him he saw his familiar floating by the window.
"Xerxes, what are you doing here? Is the poor princess dead? I didn't expect you would be able to keep her alive for long." Mozenrath's voice was a whisper. It would have looked strange to an outside observer to see the image of the princess of Agrabah talking about the death of another with such a curl smirk on her face.
"Princess not dead. Xerxes come look for Mozenrath."
"well...?" Xerxes gave Mozenrth a blank stair. "You found me, why do you need me?"
"Xerxes worry, Mozenrath gone long time. Xerxes think Mozenrath captured."
"No, Xerxes. Mozenrath not captured." There was a hint of venom in his voice as he mocked his servant's speech pattern. "The street rat has just hidden the stone very well. Go back to the citadel."
"Master different."
"Go Xerxes."
Xerxes last words bothered Mozenrath slightly. He could feel it too. But it must be getting obvious if Xerxes saw it. He was calmer, the pain from the gauntlet was less then it had been in the past, and its draining effect didn't seem to be... well, draining. Mozenrath thought it must be because, although he had a continuous spell on to disguise himself, he was using less magic then he did in the black sands. But more then that, he felt as if he had slight glow that he couldn't explain. It wasn't magic, but it had some kind of power.
Opening the door to the large bedroom that Jasmine and Aladdin shared Mozenrath crept in, and with all the grace and stealth of a cat stalking its prey walked silently over to the bed.
Another night, and the hero still hadn't noticed, Mozenrath crawled into the bed, curling next to Aladdin he lifted up one of the hero's arms wrapping it around himself and snuggling in. It was strangely comforting to sleep with someone, after he got used to the strangeness of it. Mozenrath breath in Aladdin's sent before he fell into the dream world.
He was back in his citadel, surrounded by the dark stone walls of his own dungeon rooms. Aladdin was there, hands chained together above his head.
"Well Aladdin, I'm going to have to teach you not to drop in uninvited to my kingdom." Mozenrath held the hero's sculpted jaw in one hand forcing Aladdin to face him as he spoke. The warm skin felt wonderful, hard and soft all at once. He could feel Alddin's breath on his face.
"I'm here because you want me to be Mozenrath."
Mozenrath let go of the handsome face he had been holding and taking a step back. Aladdin took a step forward, his hands strangely free. "You want me here." Mozenrath hit the wall and his hands were some how shackled to the wall.
"Let me go!" Mozenrath Spat in Aladdin's face.
"Are you sure that is what you want? Not this?" And they were kissing. Mozenrath kissing with the same intensity as the man who's tung was currently in his mouth. Aladdin pulled at the turban on Mozenrath's head, freeing his wavy hair. Aladdin toyed with a few strands on the back of Mozenrath's hair, before taking a large clump and using it to pull Mozenraths head back revealing his long bandage covered neck.
"You really do try to keep people at a distance don't you Mozenrath?" Tugging at the bindings they came free fluttering down to the floor between the feet of the two men. "I wonder why. Are you afraid?" Aladdin was sucking on Mozenrath's neck. Mozenrath moaned loudly He could feel a erection forming. He pushed his pelvic against Aladdin's. Aladdin broke away and took a step back, putting his hands on his hips. The shackles binding him to the wall vanished and Mozenrath collapsed forward onto his hands and knees. He looked up Aladdin. "I think you know what to do now." Aladdin was smiling down at him. Mozenrath was about to reach up for the hem of Aladdin's pants when there was a painful light in his eyes.
He opened his eyes in horror. Sitting up he looked around trying to calm himself, he was in the princesses large marble room morning light seeping in from the large window that opened out onto the balcony.
Looking down he saw Aladdin sleeping next to him, Aladdin's arm casually thrown across Mozenrath's lap. Moznrath shot up, and jumped away from the bed. This was bad. Mozenrath went out to the balcony. His heart was racing, he could feel it slamming against his ribs. He had to get out of this place, away from that street rat, and back to his old self.
Actually I guess that the ***s don't help much because my chapters are so short... hmm... oh well you can tell me what you think I guess.
Oh my lust or love both can be dangerous things.
You got two chapters tonight because I was bored, and I felt bad about the entire abandoning the story for a few months thing.
*Edit* the ****s were also swallowed by . D: