Magi belongs to Ohtaka Shinobu
(1) This is a fictional work, elements of the original work can be altered for better compatibility with this story.
(2) This story contains yaoi / shounen-ai. If you don't like it, press (x) at the top of the page to exit.
(3) English is not my first language.
(4) Set before Ren Hakuryuu went to Sindria. I hope you enjoy!
Ren Hakuryuu checked that his stuffs were properly stored. He had a long trip to Sindria and everything needed to be organized. He was a prince and could leave the organization to the palace servants, but the last thing he wanted was some Al-Thamen spy going through his things.
It was still very early, the sun hadn't even risen on the horizon. Hakuryuu was still in his pajamas, his travel clothes neatly folded on the dresser. He was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep well the night before. He felt a mix of emotions, nervousness and anxiety, he rarely traveled alone, much less so far away. Besides, he only knew Sinbad through buzz, what kind of person really was he? Would he hear pleas from Hakuryuu? He had never traveled so far from the palace before, and it gave him a feeling of freedom and solitude at the same time, and he still didn't quite know how to deal with those feelings.
"So it's true that you're going away?" Hakuryuu started, scared. Turning around, he found Judar sitting on the open window sill, the dim morning light illuminated the slender figure. "I heard the servants gossiping that you were going to Sindria. What are you going to do there?"
Hakuryuu disliked Judar, but that wasn't always the case. When they first met, many years ago, the young prince had looked up to the oracle with admiration, someone he should respect and love, a friend he could play with and who he often gift with flowers. But after everything that had happened, Judar was nothing more than another pawn in Al-Thamen's hands and keeping contact to a minimum was the best thing he did.
"Study and learn, High Priest" Hakuryuu replied curtly, words rehearsed for a ready response.
"Really?" Judal was suspicious.
"The emperor's plans are to expand the territory. So knowing and learning the cultures of the countries that surround us is the best for the country's diplomacy". That was a lie. Even if he was going there on the emperor's orders, Hakuryuu wouldn't expose his true intentions. "Please, High Priest, the journey will be long, and I still need-" Hakuryuu began as politely as he could.
Judar jumped from the window into the room. There was that dark gaze that studied Hakuryuu and the magi seemed to be able to read his every thought.
"Sinbad doesn't have the power you seek," Judar cut in. Hakuryuu frowned and tensed.
"It's nothing like that."
"Sinbad has nothing to offer you" Sinbad's name was said with a grimace, making clear a discontent that Hakuryuu didn't know. Judal looked jealous, but it was naive of him to think such a thing.
"High Priest, I'd like to…" the voice wasn't as polite as before. He needed to end that conversation, let it go on, it would give Al-Thamen more reason to spy on him.
"The power you want, I can give it to you" Judal approached, eyes fixed on Hakuryuu.
"We already had this conversation and I said I'm not interested." Hakuryuu instinctively took a step back.
"I won't give up until I make you my king" Judar closed the distance between them, his gaze intense and determined. And that feeling of having all thoughts explored returned to dominate Hakuryuu. Hakuryuu could fight back in many ways. He wasn't interested in allying himself with an organization's lapdog. Besides, how many other candidates for king did Judar already have? Hakuryuu would be just another one. "You are the only one I want." Magi commented, as if responding to Hakuryuu's thoughts.
Hakuryuu would never admit it out loud, but a part of him enjoyed the attention Judar wasted on him. Aside from his sister, no one really cared about the prince's presence in the castle. Judal was the only one who spoke to him daily, who cared about him, who made him feel relevant and wanted.
The thought made him falter for a second in his resolve, enough for Judar to notice. The magi closed the distance, bringing his lips to the young prince's. Hakuryuu froze as his tongue was forced into his mouth. The magi's hands went towards the hair, giving a tug and an unconscious moan escaped from Hakuryuu.
Judar smiled and deepened his tongue, and before Hakuryuu knew it, his trembling lips responded to the kiss. Judar devoured him, the lips against his were anxious and hungry, Hakuryuu could barely keep up with him, and his breathing was tough. It was as if Judar wanted him completely. And that delighted him, it was as if Judar noticed and validated all of his pain and frustration, the only one who would see his anger without judgment.
The kiss became more intense, Hakuryuu let his body relax and Judar took that as consent to step forward. He enveloped the prince in a hug and spun him around until they both fell onto the messed up soft sound of the expensive mattress drowned out a surprised groan.
How long had Hakuryuu dreamed of this, fantasized about someone who would take him away from his reality, even if momentarily, and make him feel like the most important and loved person in the world?
Unlike him, Judar's first impression of Hakuryuu was that of an annoying child, he was very sweet, happy and pure, which even disgusted him. Hakuryuu knew this, but in his childlike naivety, if he was good enough, Judar would like him. And when finally all the tragedy happened, and there was no more purity and easy smiles, and Hakuryuu didn't want anyone's affection or attention anymore, Judar was the only one to remain there, insisting on a non-existent friendship and dispensing an attention that Hakuryuu pretended not to like.
Lying on the bed, the position put all of Judar's weight on him, so he couldn't get away so easily. Long fingers curled in his hair, pulling lightly and caressing the back of neck, an electric current ran through his body, bringing light spasms with each contact. Judal abandoned the lips and migrated to the neck.
"No…" Hakuryuu groaned as he felt his lips touch the dry, twisted skin of the scars. But he didn't move or try to physically stop Judar.
Judar kissed his neck, the rough contact with his lips a reminder of everything the prince had lived through. It was a symbol of all his pain and suffering, the loss of his family and the life he led. But the same fire that had forged his scars fueled his hatred and vengeance, marks that made him unattractive in anyone's eyes. But which left the magi ecstatic. The kisses were replaced by bites, intense and sharp. Hakuryuu's breathing became erratic and his legs instinctively opened, fitting Judar's hips better. His body was on fire and he desperately craved Magi's every touch. He was totally helpless and vulnerable.
"I hate you" Hakuryuu groaned, eyes closed, words slurred, no control of his senses.
"Really? It's not what it seems" Judar teased.
"Shut up." The arms went around the magi. He felt Judar freeze in surprise. Hakuryuu was exposed, letting him do what he wanted, but his arms had remained at his sides, taking no initiative. Seeing the other falter, once a lewd smile formed on the young man's lips and pulled the Magi towards him. Their lips came together so tightly that their teeth clashed and an ocher taste of blood filled his mouth.
Judar thrust his hands inside the clothes, the long fingers cold against Hakuryuu's hot, sweaty body, making his body shiver and his defined muscles tense. His hands moved deftly through the fabric. It was as if every physical contact they'd had before, every undue hug or nudge when they'd met in the castle's corridors, had been preparing him for that contact. The young prince's body relaxed at every touch, as if only Magi were authorized to touch him intimately.
Judar moved his hips rhythmically, Hakuryuu's erection felt the other's erection through his clothes rubbing against his member. The brush of the thin fabric sent shivers down his spine and moans escaped his mouth, uncontrollable . Desperately he wanted to take off his clothes, but just thinking about it, his entire face heated up. He wanted it, but he wasn't ready.
He could feel the nails scratching the scarred breasts, the fingers teasing his aroused nipples, and the hips kept moving, making Hakuryuu moan and writhe in ecstasy. Judar's eyes were fixed on him, the boy always so serious and controlled, totally surrendering to his carnal desires was something Judar didn't want to miss a second.
"I want you so much." Judar moaned before biting Hakuryuu's bottom lip and eliciting an exaggerated moan. Members vibrated in tune, waiting for a more intimate contact. The room was filled with the sounds of groans and heavy breathing, the bed creaking rhythmically, completing the symphony. "Be my king." Judar moaned in the prince's ear, increasing the rhythm of his hips.
"Don't ask this now," Hakuryuu replied barely audibly. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. He was so sweaty even on a heavy training day. He felt Judar as sweaty as he was, the smell intoxicated him.
"Be my king" Judar repeated, his tongue trailing along his neck and getting only a moan in response. Judar could have anyone he wanted in his bed, anyone he wanted as a candidate for king. So why was he so keen to have Hakuryuu with him? Was it just a whim of the organization or did Judar really want him so badly?
The prince wouldn't last much longer, his member ached, eager to be released, his whole body was enveloped in an electric current and he could barely control his breathing. Every moan made his stomach flutter and the need to be touched in every part grew stronger. He needed more. He felt Judar strain his knees, spreading his legs wider. The movement grew stronger before he knew it, Hakuryuu had his legs wrapped around the elder's hips.
"Be mine" Judar moaned, the words broken by his hard breathing.
"Judar" moaned the name and felt his whole body shudder. Hakuryuu had never said the Magi's name like that before, it sounded so intimate and passionate. "Judar, I want be…" But the sentence didn't end, the words curled softly into a moan, as his whole body convulsed. The nails dug into Judar's back and his breath hitched. His head spun as he seemed momentarily disconnected from reality. The moan that echoed in his ears didn't sound like his own voice and his body was so hot and tired that it was like he was going to pass out.
Judar's eyes were fixed on the prince. A smile formed on his lips as Hakuryuu unrolled his legs and tried to control his breathing. He was a mess, and Judar wanted to be the reason for that mess as many times as he could. Hakuryuu opened his eyes slowly, stunned, but before he could think, Judar voraciously pressed their lips together. The boy felt that the Judar's member was still throbbing inside his pants, painfully, waiting for his moment to have an intense orgasm. The friction of the wet, sticky fabric against his legs slowly brought him back to reality.
Gradually, the lips that responded to the kiss stopped moving, and Hakuryuu pushed Judar away before turning his face away. What had he done? How vulnerable and dirty he was. Judar had teased him with so little. Tears were forming and it took Hakuryuu an effort not to shed them.
"Come on, Hakuryuu, I know you're a crybaby, but now…" Judar protested.
"Leave," the voice wasn't steady or loud enough.
"But we haven't even started-"
"Leave, please, High Priest" a little firmer.
"Hakuryuu."
"I said get out" and with a push, Hakuryuu knocked Judar off the bed. The magi fell to the ground and faced the other before him. Hakuryuu was a mess, not just the hair or clothes. The mixture of desire and guilt, pleasure and repudiation, love and hate was visible, he could not put his feelings and desires in order and Judar seemed to enjoy watching his internal conflict. Hakuryuu wanted Judar, but he would never admit it, not when Judar represented so much of what he hated. And having surrendered to such a fleeting pleasure made him feel humiliated.
The Magi got up, straightened his clothes. Momentarily, they stared at each other, intensely, the flames of desire and guilt slowly consuming, then the prince turned his eyes to his own hands.
"I can settle for that, for now." Judar said theatrically. "I can give you anything you want, my king, just ask me, and we know you will." Judar whispered in his ear. The words spoken almost sensually, caused a shiver and Hakuryuu had to control a part of him that desperately wanted to be dominated and wrapped in the magi's arms. "See you in the breakfast" Judar mutters before escaping through the window.
The last of the strength he possessed drained away and finally the tears flowed profusely and bitterly. How was he supposed to fight an evil organization and avenge his family if he couldn't even resist a simple flirtation? All the sensations that Judar had provoked were still there, screaming to be felt, and he felt even dirtier and more depressing.
Was he that lonely and needy at this point? Did he need someone's attention so badly that he couldn't resist Judal's advances? No, he was not weak. That would never happen again, he needed to be strong and resilient, and focus on the only goal he had.
He hated the organization, he hated Judar, he hated himself. He hated all that need, and all the lust he felt. Tears filled his eyes, this time from anger, and his fists clenched until his nails dug into his palms.
"Young prince, are you awake? Do you want to have your breakfast?" The delicate voice of the maid on the other side of the door brought him back to the morning, which was just beginning.
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