Night Six: Songbird
Judal had awoken wrapped in the arms of not only a man, but the very man he had never thought he would have. Or, more accurately, the man who seemed to be having him, but that was a minor detail. Either way it was the last thing he had expected.
Within the muted light of a cabin on a ship allegedly bound for Sindria, he found himself pressed against a - by then - familiar, warm, and wonderfully toned chest. A hand unconsciously stroked through his tangled black hair, and currently he was daring himself to look up into that man's sleeping face. He flushed as he did, and came to dumbly stare at Sinbad's closed eyelids. It was silly, but he further dared himself to reach up into that man's hair and felt almost surprised as slim fingers caught in that rich and violet mane. He knew he had never been held before, wasn't sure why such a thing felt so incredible or calming. He just accepted that it did. Silently he drew a palm over one of those defined and bronzed arms wrapped around him, curiously feeling how soft and firm his skin was. How odd, after all the times he had watched this man, to be like this with him now.
He thought of those times, the many obsessive hours whittled away staring at him. How ridiculous it seemed to even watch, everyone slept sometime after all. He never knew that this man had always intrigued him, nor why he had been so beautiful – powerful – in his eyes. Perhaps it was simply as Sinbad would never be his, which was a good enough reason he thought to like someone. He didn't know; after a while he simply acknowledged he liked watching him sleep, and left it at that.
Sinbad continued to be a confusing person. He slept unguarded; even his metal vessels lay scattered across a nearby table; their glimmering of silver and gold just out of reach. To Judal, it was a careless announcement of how helpless he was; that he was no danger to the man who was – technically – his enemy. Perplexed he wondered if that idiot actually trusted him; he was a trusting person, after all. Those vessels were definitely something Sinbad prided and had endured a lot to acquire them. That man holding him had, after all, conquered Baal's dungeon at just fourteen years old. Judal would have been a very small child at that time. Since then, they had clashed as the dungeons he pursued were those he himself had raised – and for other people. They had an interesting past, and the man was certainly remarkable.
The dark Magi wouldn't let his guard down like that – well actually he had done so recently and was the reason he was in this embarrassing mess. How different they were. Sinbad had no royal blood, yet like the Judal he had somehow been destined for greatness at birth. However no one was supposed to best the latter's power and strength, but his king clearly didn't count him as a threat. Yet as a Magi he was the special one and he should be in control of the situation. So then why was he the one kidnapped, chained and wrapped protectively in his enemy's arms? He should be making Sinbad his. That irritating man should be at his mercy or being taken back to Kou, not this. If it wasn't for that chain, anyway, he wouldn't be in this mess. But if he didn't want to belong to that man, the chain obviously wouldn't work on him. It was an irritating thought, but technically it was his own fault he was both powerless and unable to leave.
Sighing at that thought he leaned in, watching a hand stroke teasingly over his waist. Sinbad had carefully ensured it was Judal who had lost control, and may well have waited until the moment where he had played straight into his hands –well, arms. Glaring, he knew it was no wonder why his captor slept so soundly. That hand tracing the smooth curve of his exposed hip moved to rub firmly over the...sensitive spot on his lower back. He felt his skin prickle and his body shift in enjoyment against that hand, whilst assuring himself that sooner or later he would win.
Carefully, and with a little difficultly as his body still felt a bit weak, he drew up from where he lay on the man's chest and shifted away from those strong arms. That touch was just making him feel...too strange and warm. He moved to the foot of that bed he no longer saw as unremarkable and picked up a long, silver toothed comb from a nearby table. He set about loosening the various ties in his messy hair, watching the endless and shadowy strands curtain down over his slight, ivory shoulders. Silently he ran his fingers through it. He couldn't remember, really, what possessed him to never cut his now ankle-length hair. He guessed he wanted to see if Al-Thamen objected but they didn't. Why would they care about something so stupid? Well, he would, it wasn't that stupid to him anymore and he had become fairly vain over his hair.
Behind him, the bronzed body of his king stirred, and he paused fussing with his hair to watch him. After a long moment and feeling his body grow warm and tingling again just watching him, he turned back. Concerning Al-Thamen, he knew they would try and kill Sinbad for abducting their oracle - but then they always wanted to kill him. So did Judal...usually. Only he was thinking he disliked that thought, he wanted his king to not die in fact, but that man standing against them was...unrealistic and laughable. Even so, who knew what would happen? If fate was ruled by the tyrannical swing of a pendulum as Ithnan claimed –well, strange things could happen.
Anyway, such ponderings made his head hurt. He had been too deep in thought to notice Sinbad rise to sitting behind him, mischief playing over his face as he studied his distracted prisoner. As such, Judal's eyes widened as he suddenly felt a heated – and very naked body – press up firmly against his back. He dropped his comb as an arm coiled tightly around his waist and lips brushed slowly down his neck. Yes, that idiot really did always remove his clothes in his sleep. As a certain – and hardened - pressure shifted against Judal's lower back his eyes widened and he froze. "...Not even a kiss before you go about brushing your hair? And you call me cold..."
He watched as his king's hands reached up to palm and pinch inquisitively under the clothed section of his chest, before feeling himself being pulled backwards. Flattened on the bed he was greeted with a –specific – view of Sinbad he didn't expect really to see, and quickly averted his eyes. As he went to sit back up he felt his tops being drawn off him, before hands lightly pushed his shoulders back down. Shocked and feeling slightly exposed he lay against the silky white sheets as Sinbad sat up at his waist. Looking immensely proud of his victory, the man's tanned fingers drew curiously over his prisoner's exposed chest; Judal feeling his skin tingle in enjoyment where he was touched.
"What...do you have a problem with me brushing my hair now?" ...he wasn't sure what else to say, really. His thoughts were that if he was going to be grabbed and undressed in such a way, the least that idiot could do was put on clothes first. Right now he had no idea where to look.
"I do; if you belong to me it would be nice to do something like that for you," he had never seen an expression like that; Sinbad looked so...content, happy, he guessed. Strong fingers traced over the subtle curves of his body and down his arms, before gripping his fingers tightly. He felt...transfixed, really, he had never done anything like this and had no idea how to react. "Or are you going to tell me you aren't mine still?"
"...Who knows..." his hands were released, and that strong, alluring – and still very much naked body – pressed down upon him. There was no escape even if he wanted to, and an extremely interesting fire was crossing those usually calm eyes which he liked a lot. Soft lips sought his out in an equally soft kiss and he leaned up into that, craving the warmth and wetness of such a thing. He gripped at the man's shoulders as fingers spread out, feathering and caressing lightly over his bare chest. He pressed up against that touch, thinking of nothing else, just how...breathless he felt around this man, really. It was as thought he could no longer think straight.
"If anyone did know, I hoped you would," Sinbad informed him softly. Lips left his, tracing a slow, damp trail over his jaw and down as his throat, and then down from there. He lay, no longer protesting, as he felt hands draw further and further down his body and Sinbad seemed content to lick and kiss over his chest and stomach. Overwhelmed and, feeling increasingly helpless, Judal closed his eyes and just savoured it. After several long moments which had Judal's body tingling in anticipation his king shift back up kissing at his painted eyelids and forehead. As though concerned he felt a hand ran through his loose hair as if to calm him and that...strange, vulnerable sensation within him. His heart was racing, but he just knew he didn't want this to stop. "Hm, you know, that's pretty much what I expected your body to look like..."
It took a while for Judal to comprehend those words. It was only when a chill ran over his exposed skin that he looked down, and noticed the black dress pants he wore had been removed. Sinbad's eyes lingered over his nude form hungrily; and he felt irritated not to notice him doing something like that. Nor that he had stopped him. "...What's that supposed to mean?"
That content look was gradually becoming something more playful and mischievous, and he tried not to feel excited by it. The dark Magi watched his king lean up, enchanted once again as a wealth of rich and deep violet tresses cascaded down the man's tanned shoulders and chest. It looked like a radiant, darkly seductive waterfall, if such things existed. He...really was too beautiful to be real. Or at the very least, certainly too perverted to be real. "We'll be arriving in my country pretty soon. I can't risk anyone seeing you there yet, so I was going to have you wear something else. I assumed servants usually dressed you in Kou."
That, again, confused Judal. The man was certainly anything but a servant – surely he hadn't forgotten that? And he was perfectly capable of dressing himself. "Are you an idiot? I can put on clothes you know; it's not difficult or anything..."
"You seemed to enjoy me undressing you, anyway."
"...Whatever - just don't make me wear anything weird."
"Such as?" a dark eyebrow was raised – right, of course that would interest him.
"How would I know? I'm not you; I don't get perverted thoughts or ideas."
"Strange you should say that after having dreams about me. Who was it sneaking into my rooms first...touching me in my sleep...?" Judal looked away Judal looked away sharply as Sinbad leaned in. And that was the first time his king ever noticed that expression and so eyed him curiously.
Judal distracted himself, playing with the wealth of gold bracelets glimmering over his forearms – one of the few things he was still wearing. "I never did anything like this to you. You're the first person to do anything like...this. No one else has ever...so..."
It sounded fairly silly to Judal, admittedly. He felt a hand reach in to run over his cheek as his king looked over him thoughtfully. His fingers slipped down, over the ruby jewelled choker he wore, before gripping - that – chain tightly. He reached up to hold his hand in turn. "...I should have guessed that, this might be a bit much for you right now..." Sinbad cleared his throat."It just seems strange for a virgin to sneak into someone's room, that's all."
"Huh? I figured if I seduced you then you'd be mine," he explained, and Sinbad looked amused by that. "Look, I'm different; I can do what I want. You're a king so you're not meant to go round being irresponsible – kidnapping and...touching people. Everyone knows that."
"Everyone knows but me, apparently. Doing something like that though – if it wasn't me, it could have ended badly. The wrong person would hurt you, you know,"...really, was he being lectured? He was strong enough to escape from anything...usually. "Someone else might take advantage of you, and I wouldn't like that." he felt it was weird, how soft that man's expression looked at that moment."Did you – ah – ever try to 'seduce' someone else?"
...He didn't need to say it that way. "Who else would there be, idiot? You know full well it's always you. I'm not stupid, most people are smart enough to beg me for power; but you aren't. Always watching you, trying to get you to notice me...it's humiliating..." he admitted as Sinbad laughed slightly. "...Shut up. It's not like I'm going to watch you anymore," – he insisted, despite the fact he had watched the man sleep only a short while ago. "Just don't get weird about it."
"Once we get back to Sindria, I want to be the one seducing you. I seem to be better at it than you are anyway..." with one last teasing kiss Sinbad drew off of him, brushing back his long hair. "I won't go any further with you; our first time should be memorable for the right reasons."
"Don't be so confident you can seduce me anyway. You could just teach me and..." Judal sat up, feeling disappointed he had moved away. He watched the older man draw a white sheet over his body, and eyed over it; eyes were drawn how it clung and rippled tantalisingly over his perfect and well toned body, and felt unable to look away.
"People usually want me, so that helps," annoyingly, Sinbad knew he was alluring along with desired, and more likely had seduced countless people. Judal couldn't even compare to them. "That look...so you want to touch me then?"
"No!" he protested loudly, face burning as he averted his eyes and went to move away. He felt a hand circle his arm and pull him in. His body fell lightly against his king's chest and a strong arm reached round to settle at his hip to keep him there. Annoyed, he looked up to see a shadow shift in those calm eyes. "...What are you doing?"
"Letting you give me something – I – want."
"What do you mean..." he paused as Sinbad seized his hand. It was uncurled and pressed to that warm, bronzed chest and over a rapid heartbeat. He tried to pull back but his wrist was held tightly, confident eyes never leaving his as his fingertips were drawn slowly down his king's soft skin and over the firm muscles of his stomach. He felt the man sigh, keen muscles rippling like silk under his touch as Judal's hand reached his waist. He kept his eyes on it, feeling as though his face was on fire as the sheet gave way and his hand disappeared beneath it. His hand was drawn back and forth, moving under that sheet slowly, teasing him as he seemed to like it, and he felt unable to meet his eye.
The man shifted back against the pillows, relaxing and pulling Judal back to lie on him. With his free hand the dark Magi covered his face, aware of his other one being coaxed and led to the man's hip and down further than that. He enjoyed the guided path over hot supple skin and what felt like curled silky hair. His palm was drawn in easy circles, and both of them were shifted up as his king continued to play over his pale hip. Eventually his hand reached something more...interesting. Something that felt hot and huge – along with throbbing. "W-what is that?!"
"...What do you think it is?" soft lips pressed to his forehead, and a hand reached up to press Judal against his king's firm shoulder. There he lay, staring again at the white sheet and how it shivered from the calm motions of their linked hands beneath it; feeling equally curious and nervous. Sinbad's fingers curled tightly around his, prompting him to grip hold of that same – large - organ that quivered with intense enthusiasm under his touch. He felt the other man moan, shifting back and started to guide Judal's hand back and forth over him, until they fell into a smooth, yet deliberate rhythm. "There...I'm not so scary am I?" yes, yes he was. "Just relax against me and watch..."
"...Don't tell me to relax in that voice. It makes me nervous," he scowled. He felt both his hidden palm and finger be made to continue pinching and gliding over what he knew was a sensitive part of his body. The grip continued to lead him firmly, as though teaching as he asked. He just felt so...embarrassed...touching another man in such a way. With another moan his king leaned in, kissing at him hungrily before allowing that hand at his hip to...wander down. It was when Sinbad's fist cupped gently around - him – in turn that he cried out. As his king's hand worked calmly at his body, a strong thumb running over him teasingly, he felt himself growing strangely hot and tingly as before. Under the sheet, their hands quickened their collective pace.
Judal lay and allowed his every touch to be controlled before, later rather than sooner, his hand was released. It was around that time Sinbad had shouted out loudly and his body grew rigid, and the dark Magi felt something scalding and wet flood over the fingers of his hidden hand.
Even if he wasn't sure he wanted to, Judal drew his hand out from under the sheet as his king shifted to sit and tease his fingers over his captive's inner thigh. Shuddering deeply he looked at his hand, noticing curiously that it was streaked with white. With one look at his confused face that – idiot – was laughing at him again. Well – what did he expect? He had said he had not touched – anyone –like that before.
"...Stop laughing at me!" that man was so damned infuriating...
Drawing that hand away from his thigh, he felt his king sit behind him before gripping his wrist gently and pressing his ivory fingers up to Judal's lips. He was curious, so he drew his tongue over them and tasted something...strange. He looked back, stubbornly insisting to clean his soaked hands as that man circled his arms round him with a soft smile. He leaned back; lips brushing against the hand now stroking over them. "That's a taste you'll get used to, sooner or later. And I'll get used to your taste, too."
Judal had really no idea what that meant. Right now he felt...overwhelmed, so he just nodded a little stupidly. He was sure this was another battle he had lost, and he had played into that man's hands again. Sinbad tighten his arms around him before drawing away, that sheet held round his waist as he did. This time Judal didn't avert his eyes, watching that perfect body slip off the bed and away from him.
"I'll just be a few minutes so don't go anywhere," he was assured before the man left the room, and closed the door behind him. What a ridiculous thing to say; they were on a boat – where would he go? It's not as if Judal had ever learned to swim.
He felt frustrated, anyway. That strange tingling in his body had only gotten steadily worse and a familiar and throbbing sensation had returned to a – certain – area of his body. Scowling heavily at the door, and in his defiance, he positioned his hand to cup over himself as Sinbad's had before he had left. He laughed slightly before grasping heavily at himself, crying out as he did. He tried to copy the same smooth, calm motion that Sinbad would do, drawing a thumb slowly over his sensitive skin even if he was too impatient to tease himself. It felt pleasant though, and he shivered deeply. He was careful to picture that – infuriating, wonderful –person in his mind, yet didn't let go of that anger that he had left him like this.
Judal was enjoying his own touch too much to notice Sinbad returning. His king had moved close to him, dressed in his usual purple and – ironically – white and leaned over to push Judal's hand away from himself. With an irritated sigh he let go and glared at him. "...What now, idiot king? Can't you see I'm busy?"
The man just smiled teasingly. "You don't remember me saying no one apart from me gets to touch you? That includes you as well, so you know..." the dark Magi shuddered as a hand teased lightly over the soft, sensitive skin inside of his upper thigh. It was as though his king persuaded his legs to part, and so they did. "You're meant to obey me, remember..." right, as if such a thing bothered that idiot. Even now he knew he wasn't serious about that, he just liked how embarrassed he could make the younger man.
"...You have got to be kidding me..." that irritation dissolved into a soft moan, however. That idiot – his idiot, leaned in to plant feather light kisses over where Judal's hand had been just moments ago. He leaned back against the pillows in defeat, shuddering. That expert hand was cupped over him and working calmly – too calmly – to finish what he had started. He felt a scalding and pleasant mouth draw over him tightly as a tongue curled deliciously around that sensitive part of his body, lapping over him before sucking deeply. "...I guess I really am just your damned songbird after all..." he had said without thinking, as if admitting his surrender. From far below, Sinbad gave him a curious look. "...Never mind; it's what you called me in that dream."
His king drew off him, a thumb flicking over the tip of that slicked muscle as if to taunt him. It worked. "You know...I like that. A lot." ...of course he would. Perfect nails roamed over him before that mouth returned– there – and Judal continued to shudder and tremble over what that man was doing to him. His body arched, and as it did he felt a hand slip behind him to massage at his lower back. He cried out, Sinbad drawing off what he was servicing as if he had discovered something interesting. The dark Magi was just annoyed at how his sensitive, highly aroused skin chilled under the other man's breath. "My songbird –locked in a cage and only I hold your key."
"Ha? Speaking of," following an agonisingly pleasurable moan, Judal motioned to that softly glowing chain adorning his nude body – his cage. He watched Sinbad pause before shaking his head. A thumb ran again firmly over that sensitive part of him, as if to quieten him and gently usher him to lying back. He stretched back against the pillows obediently, feeling very much defeated and belonging to that man. Right then he didn't mind that so much. "...Why not?"
"I don't want to risk you flying away and leaving me if I did that just yet. Besides, it looks so pretty on you when you're lying back like that for me..."
Heat rose within him, shivering again as his king returned to enjoying his songbird's body. He just felt breathless, again transfixed and seduced by the temptation of that man's fingers and lips. He didn't even want to try and stop him anymore; he knew how much his confused body wanted this to last forever. "Sooner or later, I'll get free. When I do, I'll make you mine."
"In that case I'll keep you locked in your cage forever."
"...Don't even joke about something like that..." for a moment he watched Sinbad give him that same warm, contented expression. Judal knew such a look made him feel breathless and incapable of thinking straight. That warm, moist tongue enveloped him again, sucking deeply as the dark Magi fell into something of a contented – and highly aroused – state. He knew he was being delayed, teased so his king could really savour him, and he didn't think he minded. He enjoyed it, even if he would never admit that. That touch was more than what his virgin body could endure, but he wasn't really thinking about that anymore. It was hard to think about anything anymore as he closed his eyes and failed to see anything past that man and their moment.