Night Seven: Desires and Depravity
Dusk had recently fallen, and Judal found himself looking out from the expansive balcony over that country – Sinbad's country. By night, the pitch-hued skies over Sindria were bathed under the radiance of a thousand fires. Both gold and crimson flame, brighter than day itself, grew steadily far below to welcome back it's – highly troublesome – ruler. Their celebration stretched from the crescent-shaped network of streets and spread to the far off docks and quay, even igniting the velvet and dark waters far beyond them. He could see almost everything from up in that tall tower it seemed; and even from that far away place he could hear their music and song. Ideally of course, Judal would have wanted to be there. His captor told him he would be – eventually. For now, however he was asked to remain safe and out of sight, to watch and to wait patiently. Usually the volatile young man was anything but patient but uncharacteristically he was inclined to do as asked. And seeing Sindria like this...that idiot had done rather well for himself.
Both silken white drapes and his own overly long, loose ebony hair curtained around him in the light breeze as he continued to watch far below him. The same air was rich, both floral and warm with the mingled scents of agar wood and jasmine – some prison really. But then Sinbad had been right – even if he wouldn't admit that – this was a scene much more peaceful than he was used to. Calm enough to almost – almost – lull the dark Magi into a false sense of security. But then, perhaps he was already there and had not realised. Part of him dwelled on the thought of remaining here forever, even.
What a strange sense of humour his king had; allowing his caged prisoner so close to the star lit sky and ever-welcoming horizon. Along with the civilised chaos far below, he knew that diamond and dark expanse far above caught his eye – and laughably he was denied it by the very man he was awaiting the return of. The passing days however had not bored him, strangely – however the luxury and comfort was fleeting and he knew it would not last. He quietly waited for more than Sinbad after all; he also was awaiting that single pendulum swing. He waited for this to change, and he know it would – and each passing moment marked how all this could either all change or remain the same.
His fingers lovingly, and unconsciously, ran over that glittering chain around his neck – his cage. The very cage he could not fly from yet. Like any songbird, he longed to take flight and go where the wind and moment took him. Part of him didn't want that – it was worrying- was he going too soft and too tame if he was having such thoughts? No, of course not, he wanted his power back – even more than that...that man. That dream from those many nights ago weighed heavily on him, too heavily it seemed. Those were strange thoughts; and of course, the moment that cage was opened he would claim those untamed skies as his own again. The thought dwindled and disappointed as the heavy doors behind him were thrown open. He looked back at them from his balcony and its accompanying ocean-chilled winds.
His king, his abductor, and somewhat star-crossed lover, it seemed had returned. Judal had, again uncharacteristically, intended to greet Sinbad warmly. Instead he blurted; "...wow, your face looks...really, really terrible..."
Well...he had never claimed to be tactful, but he would perhaps not have wanted to say that. The tall man entered the rooms silently, and looked over him. Instantly the dark Magi knew, exactly, what it was – the tell-tale signs of falling to depravity. Those bruises were something he had seen of many people over his life, only on those times he had found it amusing. However, with those marks covering his king's exotic features and it seemed a far amount of the lift side of his body – strangely he didn't see the funny side. It was simply an ugly injury and didn't suit him. Curious as to how bad it was – how much time the man had before descending to a black king – Judal moved forward in a light jingle of golden bracelets. His warm feet cooled against the cool marble floor as he drew to his king's side.
"Ah, this is a gift Ithnan gave me I'm not sure I liked; he appeared here..." that idiot was calm – too calm. Didn't he know what this curse meant? He course he did, he should do. Was this...panic? Sinbad just looked down at him – that same serene and maddening expression, as Judal's slender fingers ran over the bandages wrapped over his chest. That darkness stained his bronzed skin, the same bruising proved expansive and...what now? He felt strong, comforting fingers circle his own. What the...why did Judal need comforting? "It's a nuisance I'll admit that – but it's not as bad as you think. I'll be back to normal before you know it. Until then I know – I'll be careful. No using magoi."
His ruby eyes gave him a cynical look. "You're a moron –you know what this curse means, right? You'll be a black king for us now..." us, yes, as he was one of them. Ah, that infuriating smile! He looked over at his sceptre, neglected on a nearby couch – if he had magic he would have gotten rid of that smile. "...The hell is wrong with you, Sinbad? Isn't this what you never wanted to happen? And now –"
His protests died down as Sinbad leaned in, breath streaming warmly against his cheek as he did. "Curses don't exist, you should know that. As it's you – I'll let you in on a secret, Judal. I was cursed once before. I fell halfway to depravity on that occasion and almost lost everything, and it was due to a fellow king from a distant land I could save myself. Do you think I can fall a second time? Relax –I'll be fine."
He paused- halfway to depravity? What the heck was that anyway? Logically, it would be exactly as he sounded. In spite of himself Judal felt calmed but...even so, he didn't believe it. He looked up; seeing that strangely dark – alluring - gleam in the amber eyes that no longer seemed that calm. He...seemed himself at least, and he was strong. Stronger than most people, or if he was wrong perhaps more idiotic than most.
Sinbad leaned in, whispering slowly in his ear again. "Trust me..." he nodded, slowly. "You know though, you should have asked me why I'm here."
"...Fine. What are –" he was cut off suddenly. In a moment the fracture of a heartbeat – and his was fairly fast at that – he felt strong hand meet and curl around his. The powerful man pushed him backwards, and against the bed's numerous pillows behind him. As he fell in a shower of raven hair, he felt his king join him. Judal felt his body being pressed and his lips claimed in a rough and searching kiss. If this was what being half way cursed meant...he liked it. "...Ah, what's so damned funny now?"
"How cute it is seeing you all worried about something trivial like this"...that curse wasn't trivial – any sane person knew that. A darkened and depravity bruised hand stroked under and framed Judal's chin, raising it before outlining his assaulted lips tenderly. "Maybe that chain is making you soft..." that thought had occurred to him, and he didn't like it."But promise me one thing – if Ithnan – or any of them come here, let me deal with them. Right now I really...want to show them what I'm capable of..."
Judal wasn't sure what that meant; only it made him tingle slightly and think he wanted to see that. He wasn't entirely sure what that idiot could do against them right now, anyway, but he nodded regardless. Instead he watched hands hold his tightly again, and attempted to calm how hard his heart was pounding. "I..."
He was interrupted by another, deeper kiss as his king pressed him back slowly into the soft pillows with a warm smile, and eyes that seemed to be set on fire. He felt a pleasant, rather intoxicating shill of excitement gush through him as he lay there, hands linked with his, fingers caressing his own. His king leaned in, his breath hot and teasing over his throat and he leaned back with a slight shiver. "So...can you remember what I'm here for, Judal? I'm sure I told you..."
"N-no..." well he did know; Sinbad had been rather boastful and irritatingly confident about seducing him once they were in his country. As he had never been seduced before, he thought of it often, and had even waited curiously for it. But now, whilst he was cursed? But then it didn't seem to matter to him. The whole fact he wasn't taking him seriously was ridiculous, yet almost made him feel there was nothing to worry about. Hm...he really had been here, like this, for too long.
"I think you do," silky violet hair drew in tantalising waves over his cheek and throat as Sinbad leaned in to draw his lips over his ear. "So...that time you dreamed of me. Of us..." yes, Judal did remember such a dream. He liked to think of it often, in fact. "Tell me about it – what did I do to you. Or, what do you want me to do to you?"
"Me? Yeah right, it was your fault making me dream such perverted things."
"Perverted? I like the sound of that. Maybe it was my dream, and you just dreamed it for me."
"...Huh?" That's idiotic even for you..."
"You really are a naive brat sometimes..."
"Yeah, of course I am. I'd have to be to want you," he muttered, and apparently that's what that man wanted to hear. He inclined to his touch as fingertips lightly teased over his stomach. Even though his hands were released he didn't move, instead shuddered as a palm traced its familiar path over the soft curve of his hip, brushing over his dress pants as if contemplating whether it wished to go further. Annoyingly it simply rested on his exposed navel.
"Tonight I thought would be a special night for us; it's why I chose it. Both caged together, unable to use magoi...equal I guess. Isn't that what you wanted?" ...well, they weren't, Sinbad was still stronger right now. He felt his king's arms draw around him and held him as he descended to kiss at his ivory chest. For whatever reason Judal himself drew off and cast his tops aside for him. As he had drawn up he felt a hand graze and stroke gently at his lower back. His whole body shuddered and lean heavily back against those fingers. "Hm...you're so sensitive right about...here..." he gasped sharply as nails raked, cat-like over the base of his spine. His fingers tightened on his king's shoulders in a failed attempt to compose himself. "Did you know that? It's...nice..."
"...Yes," he admitted quietly.
Sinbad continued to lick over his chest for a long moment before leaning back in for another kiss, powerful hands still warm and seductively running over his lower back. He leaned up, exploring the soft warmth of those lips, and for a moment felt like this was like that dream. But no – it was different. Evening felt so gentle, sweeter than how it had been back then; and how irritating it was that he hadn't imagined such things this vividly. "I don't get it..." he heard that man whisper to him softly as Judal's trembling hands drew round his neck. "Why is it I've never been able to get you out of my mind? You always seem like a dream I'll wake up from, and you're taunting me with that. Even now that you're mine..."
Judal knew he couldn't answer that. Even if he could he knew he really, really didn't want to answer that.
A hand continued to tease its warm palm over that sensitive of him, and he watched his other hand keenly. It drew back over his hip, gradually drawing those dress pants down more and more, and steadily revealing more of his pale body. He looked away shyly and their eyes met, an ever gentle and warm look in those eyes as if to calm any doubts he had. He was too nervous for that to work, especially as he was laid naked before him for a second time.
"It's time for my songbird to sing again..." how he resented ever telling that man that name. He fell however into another, more overwhelming kiss, feeling a hot and moist tongue probing him savouring, and he allowed it. What a feeling it was, being within his arms on this night. Just like in his dream, those fractured and impure thoughts were enough to overpower him; more so as a hand traced lightly up his body to tangle its fingers within his endless silken strands of black hair. After another and ironically chaste kiss, Sinbad drew back.
He watched that man sit up on his chest, feeling heat rise in his face as he looked over what was now a bronzed and equally nude body. He...never really noticed when that man undressed, and felt almost as if he had missed something. He watched slim and tanned fingers reach up to stroke over his lips. He had intended to kiss at them, eyeing over Sinbad's body absently and not too sure what he planned, but felt them press against him as if asking not so politely for entry. All that man gave him for an answer was a seductive, yet slightly pleading, look. He sighed, heavily painted eyelids closing, as he gave into his coaxing and licked gently over his thumb – which teasingly coaxed itself into his mouth.
"W-what are you doing?" he demanded, albeit muffled as him speaking allowed fingers to slip between his lips. He felt a hand cup and part his thighs, gently ushering him to lie back. He did, watching Sinbad shift down at his side and lean in, watching those fingers slick their way in deeper and shuddered as Judal's tongue obediently lapped and coated over them.
"Enjoying something priceless..." his king replied quietly, as though entranced by the dark Magi working at his fingers. He felt another hand reach down, stroking at the silky skin of his upper thigh and moving up, persuading his legs to part further. "But...I'm curious what will happen when you get your magoi back. I'm wondering if it will be difficult to persuade you to stay here and let me take care of all the complicated stuff so we can stay together. Ha...maybe I just like you obeying me..."
It was a joke, but he glared back heatedly anyway. As if proving Judal liked this, his captor stroked a wet thumb over his lips and drew back his hand from him. That hand dropped, disappearing down and settled at ...another, and far more sensitive and private way into his body. He arched, flushing curiously Sinbad's other arm circled and lifted him slightly. "...Perverted king..."
"So you keep telling me..." Sinbad laughed softly, returning to lick gently at his chest and grip him tightly as Judal's body shuddered and tensed. He let out a cry as a soaking finger circled that entrance gently and teasingly, before slowly penetrating his body. His arms gripped around his king's strong yet slender shoulders. He felt that finger increase its pressure, pushing in to gently claim him before steadily working in a second. Judal felt his body, as if by instinct, embrace them tightly, feeling warmth prickle within him as his slicked fingers teased and slipped back and forth within him. They did so gradually at first, slowly quickening before falling into a steady pace with the rising and falling of the younger man's body below him.
Held tightly on one arm, he looked down at his irresponsible king. Said king's tongue was currently stroking wet and deliberate circles over a pearly pink and satiny soft nipple. Noticing he was being watched, amber eyes held his gaze fiercely before gathering the sensitive and erect skin between heated lips, lapping slowly over its delicate tip before drawing it firmly into his mouth and sucking at it deeply. He cried out, again, both from the heavy pressure of his mouth on him and the fingers shifting so deliciously within him. Sinbad drew off before shifting to claim the other side of his chest in the same way, kissing and lightly nipping at it and more than likely aware of how loud his heart was pounding. "It's alright...I'm just making sure you're ready as otherwise this might hurt you. But can you feel how much your body wants me inside you?"
"...Yes. S-stop and I'll make you regret it..."Judal replied rather breathlessly, feeling his moist chest chilling in the cool evening air.
"Will you now..." the older man purred as he took to carefully easing a third finger within him in a more fluid motion. He grinned as Judal's body continued to comply and follow him eagerly, watching him before finally drawing off of his moist and erect chest. The dark Magi had been too focused on those fingers caressing within him to notice Sinbad's hand guiding his own. It wasn't until his king's free hand guided his to something...familiar and swollen...that his eyes shot open. That same, hardened organ, not covered in a sheet this time, was placed within his grip once again. Seeing its size, Judal flushed, having no idea what that man was thinking and looked away. That idiot just looked flattered however.
"Right now I want you to touch me here again...a bit like that time before," he commented as the arm holding him was removed, but the fingers within him continued their massaging of his body. He lay back against the pillows once again, flustered when he remembered what exactly that time he meant. Sinbad reached out, and over him before drawing a small bottle filled with...something... from under the pillows and dropped it onto the dark Magi's stomach. As it was cold he shivered before giving him a look. "Use that on me, as much as you can really. I don't want you too sore when you wake up."
He wasn't too sure what that meant anyway. He picked up the bottle as his king shifted back, smiling as he watched him and continued to calmly circle his fingers within him. He had been opening the bottle as his body gave a sudden and surprisingly violent jerk. Something deep within him had twitched as if lightening struck there, and he watched that curiously clear fluid spill out coldly onto his stomach as a result. The sweet scent of vanilla wafted out, contrasting with the heavily perfumed air around them and making him feel light headed. His king coated his ivory fingers in what had spilled before guiding them onto...him, and drawing them in a now familiar motion, slowly back and forth at first, in time with the fingers still slipping deep within his body. He cried out, feeling a hand reach in to help him grasp at that huge, throbbing organ as his body was assaulted. Occasionally he felt the older man massage over his stomach, gathering up more of that sweetly fragranced fluid to help him coat steadily over that...part of his king. He was encouraged to stroke over him faster, and so he did.
The collective mingling of both sweet and floral scents veiled thickly around him, as though intoxicating him. Steadily the lengthening organ within his fist grew harder, and wetter, as if anticipating something and a steady hunger was growing in the other man's eye. Something, he guessed, wasn't like a craving for fruit at any rate. Finally Judal felt his hand squeezed and placed aside. "Shift your hips up and lay back for me..." Sinbad told him gently.
"Huh?" the dark Magi looked at him before lying back heavily on the soft, pale pillows and looking back at him before lifting his body. He felt arms link powerfully under his thighs, holding him firmly before his king shifted so he was kneeling. He felt something hard move against, guessing what it was, and then felt that pulsing, heated organ press against his body. It rubbed against him, hot and soaking, and he shuddered before Sinbad took a deep breath and with great and slow care impaled Judal's body with his own.
Judal uttered a surprised cry as a curious and fleeting mix of both pain and weakness flooded through his legs and body lusciously. As Sinbad drew in, brushing a hand through his hair comfortingly he felt what he could only imagine was that man's body embedded wetly within his own, virgin one. His king's eyes didn't leave his, smiling slightly as he carefully gripped at the dark Magi's hips to guide him onto his king further until they were firmly locked as one. Those strong hands softly rubbed over and held his waist and he closed his eyes, aware his own legs parted to wrap round that beautiful and bronzed – yet cursed – body – tightly.
"Just relax back now and let me take care of the rest..." he heard his king say quietly, and nodded. He felt as if he was in a daze, aware of very little of the world beyond his closed eyelids aside from Sinbad. The man was moving slowly within him, as though he was savouring both slipping and circling inside of his drenched body. He shifted, hands reaching up to stroking down and hold tightly his smooth and toned arms as he did, all the time losing himself to that caress within his body. He knew he had never felt anything like that, and finally strong hands reach up to grip his fingers as if to reassure him he was still there.
His ravished body shuddered, his skin feeling prickled with heat as he continued to lie there and never let go of his hands. He was aware of the slow motion thrusting gently in and out of his body, captivated by the feeling and felt his body being shifted up more fully onto the pillows. He moaned slightly as a familiar warm body teased and rubbed against his, a hand settling again at his lower back. Sinbad had leaned in; drawing sweat beaded back hair away from Judal's face as his lips teased softly over the delicate shell of his ear. With a soft kiss there he had said – three words – to him, and Judal's eyes had snapped open. Those were three words he had never heard before and confused him. But then he guessed they were significant from the way Sinbad pushed deeper within him and amber eyes held as he did. Arms were wrapped around him and the dark Magi was suddenly aware of a hot flood of moisture stinging at his eyes. Tears...he thought after drawing his hand to wipe them away. He couldn't even remember a time he had genuinely cried.
A strong hand drew caressed softly over his porcelain cheek, and he leaned into it as he rested against Sinbad's shoulder. Exhaustion began to veil heavily upon Judal' body, and he continued to shudder and shift with the rising and falling thrusting rhythm of the other man's body as it continued to slip firmly and deliciously within his. Sinbad's actions as he explored him continued to sap away and greedily savour any strength the dark Magi had, but he liked it and wanted him to have it. He wanted it to last forever, that burning and heavily pulsating muscle deep within him and this moment. He'd give up all of his strength for that.
How perplexing this all was. He couldn't really describe it, but it was as though this man was a sun-swept tide he couldn't pull away from. He knew he was losing any resolve he had just being touched by him, and...those three words confused him anyway. With a deep and final thrust, and a sensation as though lightening surged through Judal a second time, as well as his every muscle tensing almost painfully. He shouted out again as he felt sudden and sticky warmth erupted powerfully within him. Shuddering at the end of his orgasm, Sinbad collapsed on him heavily, enfolding him in his arms and stroking through his sweat streaked hair. He was saying something, but Judal lacked the strength to hear it, and couldn't over the sound of his racing heart.
To think not so long ago both men had been rejecting and pulling away from each other. Now Sinbad was embracing him so tightly he couldn't breathe and Judal was...confused in ways he felt he could never be confused. As though reluctant to he felt his king draw carefully out of his curiously sore body and seemed concerned about him. How strange, as well – long ago the dark Magi had accepted the world was a cruel and complicated place. Right now it felt as if neither of those two things were correct, and it had been made simple and kind due to a single promise from a single man. That just seemed...idiotic.
Nuzzling him tenderly, Sinbad shifted off him and kissed his forehead. "Are you alright?" He nodded, even if Judal had no idea how he felt.
"Of course..." he murmured. He looked back at him, watching the same tanned fingers trace lovingly down his tear and sweat streaked face. He decided he was fine –more than fine, really. Aside from the familiar, uncomfortable throbbing between his legs and a growing soreness that made him want to stay still. As if knowing what he was thinking, he felt Sinbad push him back softly against the pillows and shift down his body in what was becoming his usual fashion. "...What?"
He felt a hand cup and tease over his already very much parted and tired thighs. Before he could object – and he hadn't planned to – he felt a warm tongue descend on him that made his beyond spent body shiver. Desire had, once more, set those calm amber eyes aflame it seemed. "I'm not done with you quite yet..."