Hi there!

Yes, Yes. I am alive. I am sorry for this epic late update. RL is killing me.

Some important notes about this chapter:

Although this chapter's sin is lust, it is not pointless smut. I decided to base this chapter on Sinbad's inner psyche regarding his past and Judar's reaction to it. The main plot is based on SinJu's love but the smut is Focalor/Sinbad. I understand that a lot of you may not like this chapter because it contains seke Sinbad, but I always wanted to explore this side of him a bit. I hope you won't find this disappointing.

Also, you have to imagine Focalor in his human form. If you have not seen his human form before, you can find it in the manga; the Alma Torran arc.

summary: He loves me...He loves me not.

Sin: Lust

Judar frowned as he leaned against the bathroom door and watched his lover whose golden eyes were tightly shot heaved violently into a small basin, his whole body convulsing. He had been sick the whole night, feverish and nauseous, and Judar could not help but to worry as he kept his gaze steadily on his lover's ashen face. It was hard to keep calm because Sinbad was Sinbad. He didn't get sick. Especially not like this.

"You have been sick the whole night. You should go to Yamuraiha." Said Judar and gritted his teeth as Sinbad waved a dismissive hand weakly. "It is nothing. It is just a small hangover." He said before he was hit with another violent nausea attack.

"Are you stupid or what? How can this be a hangover when you have not been drinking yesterday? You have been throwing up non-stop the whole night! You've even been delirious!" snapped Judar, distress evident in his voice.

"Don't worry. I am not pregnant." Teased Sinbad.

Sadly his partner didn't find his joke even remotely amusing. "That is the least of my concerns right now, because I certainly won't take responsibility for your retarded child." The magi answered flatly. Sinbad gave him a wounded look. "But he'll inherit your genes too."

"Oh shut it." The magi clenched his jaw. "Your rukh is disturbed. I can feel it. I can see it. What the hell has happened to you?"

Sinbad slumped heavily against the wall after the terrible attack of nausea ceased. "Don't make such a huge deal of it. It is probably just a stomach flu." Was his pathetic answer. He tried to calm down his irregular breaths and pushed the loose strands of his long purple hair behind his ear in case that there was another nausea attack.

"Go fool someone else. Someone stupid enough to buy your act, because right now you suck at it." The raven rolled his eyes. "The pattern of your rukh is dysfunctional." He continued, hissing like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. .

Sinbad's eyes were unfocused but he managed to give him a lazy grin. "You are so cute when you worry about me." He managed to croak out an inaudible reply.

"And you are so infuriating when you act like a child." The magi answered as he helped his lover to wash his mouth before wrapping a protective arm around his waist, steadying him. "You should get some rest or you'll end up more brain-dead than you already are." He said and felt Sinbad half-collapsing, half-leaning against his shoulder. That took Judar totally off-guard and a sudden wave of panic blazed through him like a dark fire from hell, devouring his heart whole.

This was not Sinbad. Even sick, this was too much. He put a hand on his forehead and was relieved that the king's temperature was not as high as the previous night but a part of him was still worried because Sin's golden eyes were unfocused and distant. He gulped nervously.

"Come on…try to stand idiot. Let's get you to bed." He whispered as he assisted his lover to get up. Sinbad gratefully accepted the magi's offer to lean against him, though a little wary since he didn't have enough energy to control his wobbly legs and he didn't want to lean on Judar more than necessary, because obviously Judar's petite structure was not made for being crushed under Sinbad's weight. He was led by the magi to his bed and felt his eyes getting heavy as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"Sleep." He heard his lover's soft voice and offered him an exhausted smile.

"Mmmm" He replied sleepily and was lulled into a dreamless sleep by the magi's silent presence.

…

Judar was walking quickly down the corridor when he bumped into a very angry Ja'far who was carrying a large stack of papers. He glared at the former assassin heatedly and received a heated glare in return.

"Where is Sin?" The advisor demanded without bothering to give the magi a morning greeting.

"Why good morning to you too Freckles." Judar narrowed his crimson eyes. He was not in the mood to argue with Ja'far at all. He had been awake all night watching over Sinbad without batting an eye-lash and was really tired and of course was still worried sick about him since he had refused to go to Yamuraiha.

Ja'far rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. As much as he hated Judar, he knew how precious he was to Sinbad. Sinbad was his friend and his king. The purple-haired man was the one who had saved him from the darkness that kept consuming him years ago and so Ja'far had sworn his loyalty and friendship to him. He had stuck to Sinbad through thick and thin without thinking twice and this situation was no different. In fact Sinbad had asked him to protect the magi like he would protect the king himself and that meant protecting Judar with his life. Who was he to deny Sinbad any request?

"Why do you ask me anyway?"

"You two share a bed, don't you?" Ja'far smiled civilly although it was clearly forced.

"Yes, we do." If it was another time Judar would have teased Ja'far into his grave but this was not the best time. He was in a hurry to see Yamuraiha and had no time for Ja'far. He rubbed his temples, running a hand through his raven hair. "The idiot is sick. He had been feverish and nauseous the whole night."

"So that is why you have forgotten your makeup today?" Ja'far said sarcastically and as much as Judar wanted to curse him into oblivion he knew that the advisor was right and he indeed looked horrible. He had his hair done in the stupidest rushed bridal style just to keep it from sweeping the floor because he had no time to braid and oil it and his crimson eyes were tired and sagging down automatically. He was sure that he looked like a haggard beggar or something but what pulled him out of his thoughts was the sudden alarm in Ja'far's eyes.

"Wait…did you just say he is sick?" Ja'far's eyes were wide now, his mouth dry and hands shaking under his sleeves. "Was…was he delirious too?"

"Yeah. But he is better now. I am going to get Yamuraiha right now." Replied the magi but then frowned as he noticed a wordless panic, a true panic, in Ja'far's eyes and it truly startled him. "Am I missing something Freckles?" He asked cautiously and almost fearfully.

"No, no." Ja'far tried to offer him a small smile. He looked straight into Judar's worried eyes and after an uncomfortable moment of silence he turned on his heels. "I have to do today's paperwork since Sin is sick. Take care of him." He whispered as he hurried down the corridor, leaving a frustrated Judar behind.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, chewing on his lips in a sudden distress. It didn't take a genius to see that Ja'far was scared and of what, Judar didn't know but he was going to find out. He clenched his fists as he started to follow Ja'far, creeping into the shadows soundlessly. It was not an easy task because shadows barely existed in the palace thanks to the big windows which let a generous amount of sunshine pour in. But wherever there was light, there also was darkness and thus Judar succeeded in following the silver-haired man without any problems. He knew that he was going to regret it later but it was not important to him right now. Nothing was more important than Sinbad.

His steps were light and quiet like a graceful feline as he followed Ja'far into a small balcony on which the Generals usually gathered when they were free. He hid behind a pillar, silently watching a frantic Ja'far who had slumped against a chair and was tapping his fingers on his lap nervously.

It seemed that his behavior was very abnormal because it also worried Hinahoho and Masrur who were sitting there and chatting silently before his arrival.

"Are you ok Ja'far?" Asked the blue-haired giant, slightly concerned.

"It has happened again." Was Ja'far's simple answer and the pain in his voice shattered something vague inside Judar who was hiding in the shadows.

Hinahoho eyes went wide. "But I thought…."

"Some scars run deeper than you think." Masrur said sadly, grief apparent in his usual calm face. Judar had never seen him this emotional before. It made his blood run ice cold and he felt strangely frightened.

"What should we do now? This cannot go on. It will crush his mental health at some point." Ja'far tone was hopeless, as if he was about to burst into tears.

Without really realizing it, Judar gripped his wand tighter. This conversation was unnerving him to the point of madness.

"I think we should give him time to get over it. Our king is strong." Said Hinahoho though his tone didn't sound convincing at all.

"We all know that it won't happen." Hissed Ja'far at Hinahoho and it took Judar aback because Ja'far usually was very polite to everyone, minus him of course. "And there is something else too. That brat is a magi. He will realize the change in Sin's rukh sooner or later."

"He is our king's lover Ja'far. I don't think we should hide this from him."

"That is exactly why we should hide it from him. He is Sin's lover and I don't want his personal feelings involved when we're dealing with this. Judar cannot help us with this." Said Ja'far, oblivious to the dark presence behind him.

"Maybe not as his lover, but I can do a lot as Sindria's magi." Judar's cold voice echoed through the room as he stepped forward, a strange eccentric glow shining in his crimson eyes.

"Now spill."

Judar could not help but to hold his breath nervously as he carefully peered into a small wooden house, located in the middle of nowhere. He was not keen on coming here at all but he had no choice. The guardian of the great rift was the only one who could help him right now.

He felt a hand on his shoulder from behind and jumped away, reluctant to admit that he got scared for a moment.

"What a pleasant surprise." It was Yunan whose amusement by the other magi's reaction was obvious in his voice.

"I am not here for pleasantries Yunan. I am here because I need your help with something." Judar said curtly, straight to the point.

"Come in. We can have some tea." The blonde smiled as he opened the door for the raven.

Judar pursed his lips and walked inside the older magi's small house and looked around. Nothing had changed since the last time he had been there. He sat on a wooden chair beside the window, although there was nothing to observe in the deep darkness of the valley. "How many years it has been since the last time we met Judar?" Yunan murmured absently, mostly to himself as he started to make tea. Judar didn't answer and the blonde was not surprised. He didn't expect an answer anyway.

"It is about Sinbad, isn't it?"

"His rukh is disturbed." Judar's straightforward answer startled Yunan. He was not the type to go around and talk about his lover's rukh, especially not to the blonde magi since his jealousy towards him had no bounds. In a sweet way, it was funny how he could not tolerate the thought of Yunan being Sinbad's original magi. He smiled as he put a cup of tea in front of the younger man. "I am not very good when it comes to making tea, but I think it is drinkable." He said in good humor.

"His rukh is disturbed." Judar repeated once again as if to remind Yunan he was not there for tea and chat but for a far greater matter.

"I know. I can feel it."

"I don't even want to know how the hell you can feel his rukh from this distance. Right now it doesn't matter to me." But he gave the blonde a glare that clearly had a 'hands off' message in it.

"How much do you know?" Asked Yunan suddenly as he ignored the black-haired young man's glare and started to add sugar to his tea.

"Ja'far told me about his past. But apparently he does not know any details. I don't know what to do." He admitted with a desperate look in his scarlet eyes.

Yunan kept quiet and Judar clenched his fists. "I…I cannot stand aside and watch him suffer. Not when I can do something about it." His voice cracked.

The fallen magi looked utterly miserable and for a moment Yunan thought about pulling him into a hug to comfort him but then decided against it. Judar would probably scratch his eyes out if he did that.

"I will help you, child. But only if you promise me that you have enough resolve for it." Said Yunan, voice serious.

"Are you kidding me?! If necessary, I will even die for him."

Yunan nodded and bit his lip as if he didn't know how or where to start. In the end he sat on an old sofa beside the fireplace with his back towards Judar. He threw a piece of wood into the small fireplace with a detached look in his blue eyes. "It happened years ago. Sinbad was about sixteen or something at that time and that is a dangerous age, especially for stubborn people like Sinbad who are too self-confident." He paused a bit. "Long story short, he lost a bet which had been placed to save his company and was forced into slavery."

Judar's face was chalk-white but he kept himself calm with an inhuman effort. "I know that much. Ja'far told me." He wanted to scream. He wanted to hit his head to the wall. He wanted to kill someone, preferably the woman who did that to his lover, though Hakuryuu had been faster. Not that Judar was complaining.

"That is not all. Ja'far and the others probably don't know the main thing…the most horrible thing that had happened to their Lord during his dark days of slavery." Yunan said and Judar felt a storm of uneasiness flooding through him.

"And what…what is this most horrible thing you're talking about?" Judar struggled to get the words out.

"He was forced into sexual slavery." Yunan's voice was inaudible but was loud enough to shatter Judar's whole world in front of his eyes.

"Se...Sexual slavery?" He didn't realize that he was choked with tears. There were no slaves in Sindria but he had seen slaves and how they were treated in Kou. Their life was a living nightmare, especially sex slaves. They were not treated like people, they were treated like property. He buried his face in his hands, struggling to keep the tears which were threatening to fall in check.

Yunan looked at him sympathetically. "Are you ok? Maybe I should have not told you this." He frowned.

"No. I want to know. Otherwise I cannot help him." Answered Judar and tried to ignore the suffocating heartache.

"As you wish. You know, sexual slavery means abuse, both mentally and physically. Sinbad was, is, strong. So it took a long period of time and violence and abuse to break him and make him submit. He was forced into submission by the most horrible means which I prefer not to talk about."

"So, these attacks are because of that?"

"That is one way of putting it but the most accurate answer is that still a submissive part resides in him, a side that needs to be calmed."

"Huh? You mean he is a masochistic idiot that wants to be abused again?" Judar half yelled with wide eyes.

"What I meant was domination, not abuse. Try to understand the difference. A willing submission is completely different from being forced into one and right now, no one can give Sinbad that." Yunan replied softly.

"Why?"

Yunan gave him a weary look. "Forgive me for my rudeness but that was the stupidest question one could ask."

Judar glared and Yunan shrugged. "Because Sinbad is the womanizer of the seven seas." He received another heated glare. He sighed. "Jeez…Why are you so jealous of women who no longer are in your king's life?"

"Because he is my lover.

Yunan rolled his eyes but nodded absently. "Sinbad's nature is dominant, very dominant. That is why no one is capable of giving him what he needs. It is like a push and pull between his need and his nature. " He paused, letting the younger magi grasp the information and get used to the grave situation.

Judar gulped loudly and it wasn't until Yunan broke the deafening silence that he realized he was an inch from bursting into tears. "Summing it up, it practically means that his submissive side needs to be satisfied for these attacks to cease and finally stop. I know it is hard for you…"

"You have no idea how much." Was Judar's dry reply but the older man ignored his rude tone. "Try to look at it this way. Wounds need to be treated but first they need to be cleansed and detoxed and that is why you should take the matters in your own hands before Sinbad's wounds end up infected and leave ugly scars."

"What should I do?" Judar asked, surprised what he had not yet broken down despite the gravity of the situation.

"I ask once again. Do you have the resolve? The resolve to ignore your feelings?"

Judar looked away, crimson eyes despondent and empty. "This is not about the idiot man who is my lover; this is about King Sinbad, king of Sindria and the high king of the seven seas. As his magi I have no right to get my feelings involved." His voice was steady despite his downcast eyes.

Yunan smiled kindly, obviously taken aback by Judar's maturity. "Then you yourself know what to do."

Judar didn't look up and the other continued. "As king Sinbad's previous magi, I'll bless you with the power of my personal rukh for you'll need it." He said and waved his staff softly and Judar felt the rush of the blonde's rukh which felt like rain and spring breeze into his body.

At that, Judar couldn't help but to cry softly. He stood up and whispered several enchanted words under his breath for a transportation circle to appear.

"Thank you." He said subtly to a surprised Yunan and walked into the circle.

When Judar stepped out of the transportation circle into their shared bedchamber, Sinbad was still sleeping. He smiled fondly as he saw his lover hugging his pillow with a serene expression on his face, nuzzling into the soft material now and then.

'Good.' He thought. After having that restless night, the king really needed his sleep and it also made everything easier for Judar. He tiptoed towards the nightstand beside the bed and picked up one of Sinbad's metal vessels. Focalor's bracelet metal vessel to be exact and rushed into the joint bathroom as fast as he could. He was not keen on doing this, not at all, but he had no choice. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all.

"Spirit of domination and submission, Focalor, as a magi I order thee to appear before me."He said with urgency, afraid of waking his lover up.

The jewel on the bracelet shone and the said djinn appeared before him, bowing respectfully. "Honorable magi." He greeted politely and Judar was genuinely surprised to see the flamboyant djinn acting in such high etiquette.

"I need you to do something for your Lord." The dark magi said, his heart beating fast and his face pale.

"And that would be?"

"I will open a way into his subconsciousness by manipulating the rukh to create dimension in which you can appear in your human form from Alma torran. A locked private dimension. You do understand why, don't you?"

Focalor bowed and Judar frowned. "Don't tempt him into anything unnecessary. Do that and I'll send you back to that dungeon of yours for eternity." He threatened the djinn.

'Something is off.'

That was the first thing that came to Sinbad's groggy mind as he rubbed his sleepy eyes, trying to blink the heavy sleep which was consuming him once again away. He rubbed his temples in a desperate attempt to chase away his horrible headache with no success. The pain was nauseating.

Just great. Another nausea attack.

He pulled himself out of the bed sluggishly and staggered towards the bathroom listlessly, wondering where Judar had disappeared to now that he needed him the most. He didn't dwell on it much. The magi was probably resting considering the previous sleepless night that he had been watching over him or was with Yamuraiha, trusting him to Ja'far. He ignored the stabbing pain in his heart by the thought of Judar leaving him to Ja'far and tried to stop acting like a spoiled child. It was true that the magi and him were lovers but that didn't mean that they had to spend each and every moment of their time together. He was being selfish.

He rubbed his dazed eyes once again and leaned against the wall heavily. For some reason the bathroom seemed to be so far. Maybe he should go back to bed. He looked at himself in the huge full length body mirror. His lips were pale and his face was even paler. Wait…full length body mirror? Since when he had one in his bedchamber?

He flinched in confusion as he took a good look at his surroundings for the first time. He was not in his own bedchambers. He was in a strange room with even stranger settings. The room was dim and the walls were covered in red and golden wallpapers, with the same shade of majestic-colored drapes. The room was full of lace and satin and if one didn't count the big canopy bed in the middle, it almost looked like a boudoir with all those glittering plush cushions around the room. There was a pleasant yet strong smell of incense in the room and Sinbad could not help but to feel that he had been here before. It was so foreign yet so familiar.

The setting was definitely female. He could smell a sweet yet weak perfume in the intensity of incense, a sweet weak smell with a potent effect on him. He was being delirious again, wasn't he? If not why this seemed so real? He gulped and hit both sides of his face as if to wake himself up but despite the surreality this was no dream.

He had a strange feeling of being yet not being himself at the same time. He was feeling mentally old and physically young. He looked into the mirror once again and panicked. In front of him were not the high king of the seven seas, but the young merchant and the head of the Sindria trading company. The young avid adventurer from years ago .He was Sinbad from those years.

He looked around frantically, searching for an escape root or something, anything, but there was none. He was feeling dizzy again and this time it was due to the horrible shock not the fever. He felt eyes on him and looked around only to see a familiar figure in front of him.

A tall figure with golden eyes similar to his own was standing before him, although one of his eyes was covered with his long hair."Fo...Focalor?" Sin's eyes were wide.

"Indeed my king." replied the flamboyant man as he slowly approached Sinbad, heavy jewelry catching and reflecting the faint rays of light which were pouring into the room through half-open curtains. He leaned down a bit to look at Sin in the eyes and the purple-haired man shivered. It had been years since someone had to lean down to look into his eyes and he felt a strange sheer of misplaced anticipation running through his spine, a strange feeling that he used to have on his dungeon capturing days.

Focalor blinked and Sinbad realized that his amber eyes were not ordinary. They had a fixed hypnotic gaze of an animal tamer, an animal that was going to be him. He felt excited and scared at the same time. Focalor smirked as he saw his lord's entranced gaze. "Are you not going to ask me about this whole deal my king?"

Sinbad nodded mutely and Focalor's smirk turned a bit devious. "Your magi asked me to. He ordered me to appear before you in my Alma Torran human form."

"Why?" Asked Sin, in shock.

"I'll show why, but maybe you should sit down first? You look unwell my king."

Sin backed away at first but then grabbed Focalor's outstretched hand and let himself to be guided to the huge sumptuous bed. He sat on the edge of it gingerly with other man kneeling at his feet.

"Tell me first, where am I?"

"You are in your mind my lord, somewhere created by your own imagination. Your Magi opened a way into this dimension for me."

And in horror Sinbad suddenly remembered where this room was. This luxurious room belonged to Umm Madaura. A room which was awfully out of place compared to the nude rooms that her claimed to be children lived in. He was in a room in which he had spent the worst time of his life.

He shuddered and looked around like a caged wild animal. "Why I am here?"

"Because you need it."

Sinbad froze and Focalor continued. "I am the djinn of domination and submission. So I know exactly what you crave. You crave to be dominated right now."

"If you think I am going to let myself be abused and violated by my own djinn of all people, you are gravely mistaken." snapped Sinbad.

"I said domination. I didn't say violence or abuse. There is a difference."

Sinbad blinked stupidly as he felt a strange sensual tremor of fear and obscure attraction. The small submissive part of him was fascinated. For a second he felt as if he were a whore who expected a stab in the back for infidelity to his lover. Anxiety crept into his heart, leaving him trapped and scared. He forgot that he was the high king of the seven seas, that he had the whole world under his feet, that he was free and no longer a slave. A dark disease was awakened in him, a subterranean primitivism, a desire to feel the brutality of the man before him with a force which could break him open and sack him.

He was used to giving pleasure to his partners and not receiving. To be dominated was his secret need, an erotic desire that the small submissive side of his being craved but He was so dominant in real life that even simple images of submission melted away on their own.

He took a deep breath, his lungs burning with temptation and feelings of betrayal at the same time. He closed his eyes and pictured Judar's twinkling scarlet eyes with his heavy makeup to magnify their unique beauty. He pictured the bewitching way that he moved, his long braid swaying around temptingly. He pictured his melodic mischievous laughter when he stole juicy peaches from the garden time to time. Then he remembered his slavery days, years ago, days in which he had to tolerate the gluttony of filthy men, their ugly egoism and their disgusting eagerness to satisfy themselves without a care.

Focalor ran his fingers teasingly up his thighs and for the first time in his life Sinbad regretted sleeping naked. He coaxed Sin who was far too shocked to resist into parting his legs under his teasing touch and gracefully slid between them, bending over and Sinbad gulped. Unconsciously he tried to scoot away but for some strange reason he found himself bound into place. His fingers clenched into the sheets as Focalor leaned close; his lips parted slightly and touched the tip of his length with his tongue. Sinbad didn't move away. He was caught in some kind of foggy daze.

It was not that this was the first time that someone had gone down on him, such things were normal in his bed but this was different. This was Focalor, his own damn djinn for Solomon's sake!

He looked down at the enticing image of the long-haired man kneeling before him and blinked rapidly to focus."Stop this nonsense right now! I order you!" he hissed.

Focalor shook his head. "I am sorry my king. But this is your magi's wish and I cannot object." He said as his tongue flicked out caressingly to touch the tip of Sin's length once again.

"I see. So this brilliant idea of abuse is Judar's. " He said grimly. He was going to roast Judar.

"This is dominance not abuse. I am not going to hurt you like you have been hurt in the past my king." Replied Focalor as he ran a finger on Sinbad's half-rigid member and continued. "Do you really think that your magi would allow such thing? Do you think he allows anyone or anything to harm you?"

Sin shook his head bitterly and the other man licked his lips. "So please, grant me liberty to pleasure you."

That simple sentence sounded so erotic and seductive to the point of taking Sin's breath away.

"Granted."

He said and felt Focalor's smirk widen as he took him into his hot mouth, enclosing his lips around his member like a delicious exotic fruit, his wicked tongue driving him insane. He took him deep and Sinbad was impressed that he didn't gag. Focalor licked and touched it, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

After some time he exploded in Focalor's willing mouth with a hoarse cry and tried to pull away before Focalor did anything stupid. But it was too late and the other man had already swallowed all of his seed, licking his lips like a cat that had just got the cream.

"You take the blows so lustily my king."

"You like embarrassing me, don't you?" was all that Sinbad could say as his face burned. Damn stupid man and his puns.

"It is not like that my king doesn't like his humble servant in between his legs." Was Focalor's cheeky reply and Sinbad could have hit him if he was not so breathless.

"You are even cheekier than Judar." The king glared and after a moment of silence Focalor laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment."

He stood up and sat beside Sinbad on the bed, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. He started to run his fingers into the king's purple hair and Sin felt a faint rush of air, some kind of soft wind which was disheveling his long locks.

Wind was Focalor's forte and it worked like a catalyst, reminding Sinbad of sea breeze and sunshine. He shifted a bit and Focalor touched his bottom lip softly before leaning in for another kiss, this time long and demanding. The king was pushed by his servant on the bed and Focalor was almost relieved that his lord's pride had not surfaced yet. He could have taken Sinbad right there and then but he wanted the other to make a sign because he knew that his master could not be treated summarily, that even when being dominated he had his own authoritative side and so a certain subtlety was required to awaken his deepest desires.

Right now it was not about Judar's request. Focalor selfishly wanted to see his king stirred and undone.

He passed his hands on the olive skin as if to become familiar with the sculpted body, with a body which he already was familiar with through all the djinn equips and the king moaned invitingly, his mind starting to shut down piece by piece. He laid back and slightly opened his legs as Focalor moved his hands all over his skin, as if to kindle each little part of it with his touch, stroking again and again while kissing him breathless.

With those kisses his hair had become disheveled, lying all around him. Focalor kissed him harder making him open his mouth for him in a unique wild seduction. Sinbad accepted the taste storm gladly, a storm that was Focalor.

The king's body was quivering with pleasure and it was just from a simple kiss. He felt his head spinning and his control slipping like sand through fingers. Focalor kissed his neck, where the veins were palpitating with him panting and swaying with the desire to be taken wholly.

"Tell me what you want." Focalor asked as he resumed kissing his neck, his hot breath tickling Sinbad's skin.

"What is your unfulfilled desire?"

Suddenly Sinbad realized that he shamelessly was offering himself to his own servant and he didn't know how to feel about it. His mind was too cloudy with lust. He tried to look away but he couldn't. It was not like that it was his first time but it was the first time he was doing this willingly. He didn't know how to ask. He had never asked for such thing.

"Domination." He answered simply and bit his moist lips as he closed his eyes.

He felt Focalor's hands touching him everywhere and his lips kissing and biting him all over with a beastlike sharpness, leaving trails of saliva and making his blood run hot. His supposed to be djinn hovered above him, naked and glorious and Sin enjoyed his weight on him, enjoyed being crushed under his body without holding back. The king wanted him to solder to him, from mouth to feet. He wanted to be entangled in a way that could never be undone.

Focalor whispered sweet nothings and dirty things now and then into his ear, his voice rich and sinful, telling him to raise his legs as he had never done before, telling him to turn and he spread his backside with his two hands just to enjoy the king's embarrassment.

'Sadistic bastard.'

Thought Sinbad, dazed with pleasure. "You want it, you'll get it."

He half withdrew, half sat up, pushing Focalor away with a wanton smirk, hair wild and eyes drugged. He slipped down in the bed until his mouth reached the other man's erection and began kissing all round it and felt Focalor's body tremble. He looked shamelessly in Focalor's eyes and the other looked straight back as he pressed the king's head downwards. His hands clenched into Sin's hair as he moved up and down, licking and sucking obscenely. Something has awakened in the king that he never knew it'd existed and he didn't care. Focalor was right. He needed this.

Focalor's control shattered and he exploded into the golden-eyed man's mouth, making him gulp down his bittersweet essence. Swallowing it whole, the king leaned for a kiss. "Taste yourself." He teased and Focalor did, obeying breathlessly in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Sinbad snapped at that. His dominant nature took over and his golden eyes shone, brilliant as the sun and blurred as the moonlight in a cloudy night. When he looked at Focalor who has panting on the bed, he was magnetically drawn to touch his flesh again, with his mouth or his hands, or with his whole body. He rubbed his body against Focalor's with some kind of animal instinct, enjoying the friction and Focalor's moans. He started to touch his mouth over and over like a blind person who wanted to discover the shape of the mouth, of the eyes, of the nose and the texture of the hair and skin, molding Focalor's moans into incoherent syllables. His fingers were gentle at first but then suddenly they became frenzied, nails pressing deep into the flesh and hurting the other man, as if violently to remind him who is his king.

Focalor moved him so that Sin was laid under him and watched his hard member dripping with pre-cum with lust dancing in his eyes. He lightly touched the tip, rubbing and covering his fingers with the leaking essence. Then he moved his soaked fingers slowly down as he parted his partner's legs.

"Do you really want it?" he whispered softly as he nibbled on Sinbad's ear. He didn't want to hurt his king at all.

Sinbad nodded as his traitorous body gave into the intensity of want. Yes. He wanted it and so Focalor slipped a soaked finger in, making the king's eye go wide and he arched his back a bit in discomfort.

"Breathe my King. I don't want to hurt you or your magi will send me to the depths of hell." He said softly as he slipped another finger.

Focalor's caring side caught him off guard. It was not like that he was a virgin or something, but no one had ever asked him if he wanted it or not. All those times, he was taken against his will. This time he had a choice and he knew that he wanted it.

"It is ok. Do it."

Focalor nodded and moved him, so that Sin's legs were thrown over his shoulders and as he started to take him gingerly in an angle that he was sure it would give his lord a mind-shattering pleasure, he could see both pain and pleasure in the king's golden gaze.

"Does it hurt?" Focalor offered to stop but Sinbad pressed against him. "Go on" he whispered, or maybe whimpered. He wasn't sure.

Focalor entered him completely but didn't move. This gave Sinbad plenty of time to rest and adjust, the time that the men in his dark past didn't give him as they torn him apart. Now he had the leisure of feeling how good it felt against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him and how well it fitted. It was to be expected because he was Focalor and Focalor was him. They were one.

"Does it hurt?" Focalor asked again, but this time with a devious glint in his eyes. He slid out of his king and smirked at his disappointed face. He knew that Sinbad didn't want to confess how he wanted…needed this.

But he was forced to beg at last. "Don't stop."

Focalor found it highly sensual and erotic, the way his king's eyes were darkened and his lips were moist and swollen with kisses. "Don't stop." He repeated, this time desperate to feel him inside, seeking nearness.

He slid in once again but in such a slow torturous rhythm that Sinbad's eyes glazed over with an unfulfilled desire. His mouth fell open as if to reveal his inner hunger and Focalor's teasing and taunting nearly sent him to the edge of hysteria. Focalor didn't quicken his pace and that was when the king took the matters in his own hands. He moved forward and his nails accidently scratched Focalor's face as he made him change their position roughly, so he could sit on the other man and take him in wholly. He could feel Focalor touching his walls again and again, making him experience a new sensation within his body. Something that was gradually becoming more and more pleasurable, as if the friction had aroused new layers of pleasure inside him. He moved quicker to climax and when Focalor sensed that, he hastened his movements inside of him and incited the king to come with him, with his words, with his hands caressing him and finally with his mouth as he crashed his lips on his, so their tongues danced in the same rhythm as the sensual movements of their love making and the orgasm hit their bodies like thunder, making them cry out in the overflow of rapture.

"You really are the djinn of domination and submission." Sinbad murmured languidly with dazed golden eyes and Focalor bowed his head in a humble gesture.

"Anything for my king."

Black dots danced in front of Sin's golden eyes and his mind completely shut down as they fluttered close.

Judar was huddled underneath the sheets in one of the guest bedchambers, hair ruffled and eyes red. How stupid was this? He was feeling like a main consort who had turned into the second best due to the arrival of a new beauty in the king's harem, a harem that didn't even exist.

He had spent most of the night crying thoughtlessly, his mind hollow and numb. He didn't even know why he was crying. Was it because of Sinbad's painful past? Was it because he had to choose his duty as Sindria's magi and ignore his personal feelings? Perhaps both, but deep down he knew the real reason of his anguish was something else.

The reason was simple. It was because he was not capable of giving his lover the one thing he craved and needed, that he was useless and was forced to use his powers as a magi to ask for a help of a damn djinn. How pitiful and humiliating. He was such a failure.

He sniffled and tried to get the disturbing images out of his mind. He tried to focus on how Sinbad loved him. How he had closed his eyes on the disasters he had caused in the past, believing in him and giving him a second chance to atone. He remembered their first time together and how Sinbad was an adoring lover, worshipping each part of his body separately as if he was a work of art, touching him and marveling, commenting on his beauty and sensuality. He had made him drunk with his words and touches and had opened his flesh like a flower to heat and light.

He remembered how Sinbad told him that he loved his hair, thick and glorious, fragrant and rich, that how he loved the inky color and the fine texture of it against the pillow. He remembered how Sinbad praised his eyes, comparing them to the pomegranates of his home country, a sign of love and dedication.

It was funny how Sinbad never treated him like an official lover. It was not that he was ashamed of his relationship with Judar or if the people didn't know. They were an item and everyone knew about their relationship already. It was about Sinbad's adventurous and mischievous side that never calmed down and always seeked new things. Judar was well aware of that and he was not willing to give him up for such reason to the women who practically were glued to him. So he simply gave into the pleasures of being wooed over and over again by his lover, with jewelry, flowers and new experiences. He decided to enjoy the exciting secret pleasures of their stays in far-off villages in unknown inns when they were on diplomatic trips together with hidden identities, with people thinking that he was Sinbad's mistress, praising his lovely ivory cheeks and ebony hair while giving the king jealous glares. He decided to enjoy Sinbad taking him to the most luxurious houses of prostitution and treating him like one. As long as it was him that the king had his eyes fixed on, he didn't care. He would submit to his authority and every whim.

Despite all, Sinbad was a very tender lover. He had never forced him into anything. Judar would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy all those affairs, all those hushed moans and breathless stolen kisses they shared in the dark allies. But a part of him, a small secret part, wanted something more private.

They made love everywhere but on their own shared bed. They only slept in it, wrapped in each others tender embrace, sharing soft kisses now and then. Judar wanted more. He wanted, no, needed to make love to Sinbad in their bed. Just once was enough. Just once to be assured that the king's tenderness was not a ploy.

Maybe he was selfish to ask more than what they already had. He was just a pathetic magi who the king had graciously accepted into his bedchambers. He should be satisfied with that. That had to be enough. His bottom lip trembled softly.

"Answer me God…what crime I have committed to deserve this punishment?" He couldn't help but wail.

…

Judar opened his eyes to see a pair golden eyes staring at him intently. Sinbad was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with his incredibly long raven hair which was open and spread all over pillow and mattress. He rubbed his eyes sleepily. "What are you doing here stupid king?" He sighed and purred as he felt Sinbad's fingers threading slowly through his silky tresses.

Sinbad pouted and Judar would have found it cute if he was not suffering from a huge headache due to lack of sleep and emotional breakdown. "That is my line. Why did you leave our chambers last night?"

Judar bit his lips. He knew that Sinbad would not be able to remember the previous night with Focalor and he was thankful for it if he wanted to be honest with himself, although it didn't make it less painful.

"You were sleeping in the middle of the bed. There was no space for me." He stuttered.

'I am the worst liar of the century.' Though the magi as he watched his lover's thoughtful expression.

"Your eyes are red." Commented Sinbad as he stroked Judar's milky cheeks softly, frowning as the magi looked away and tried to hide his puffy eyes. .

"Really? I though they are blue." It was a pale shadow of Judar's usual sarcasm but unfortunately Sinbad didn't buy his lies.

"That is not what I meant. I can see heartbreak in them." Sinbad's tone was soothing, just like a soft lullaby.

Judar remained silent and Sinbad grabbed his chin in his hand, making to hold his golden gaze. "Love, I know something's wrong."

Judar shook his head. "Nothing is wrong idiot. Now, let me get dressed."

"You're like an open book to me Judar. You are hurting and I don't know why."

For a moment the magi was tempted to tear the king's heart apart with an ice spear to show him where he was hurting, but of course he decided he against it.

"Let's talk later. Right now I am hungry and want breakfast." Judar grumbled as he pushed Sin off the bed.

Sinbad smiled as he stood up and stole a kiss. "I will be in my office if you need anything since I've already had breakfast. Ja'far is burying me under paperwork." He said with his crocodile tears mode on.

Judar rolled his eyes and turned to the mirror to examine his tousled hair. Sinbad wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed his shoulder softly, sweetly. "You'll sleep with me tonight again, won't you?"

Judar leaned into his lover's warm touch. "Sure."

"Good. Because I have things planned for tonight."

"I am not in outing mood tonight, stupid king." The magi said meaningfully and the king observed him once again, this time more attentive. He blinked as it suddenly clicked. "I thought you liked it that way."

"Huh?"

"You should have told me, you should have told me that you'd like us to share our bed for things other than sleeping."

Judar looked away. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or happy. At the long last Sinbad had found out what was hurting him and the magi had found it strangely liberating. He sighed contentedly as the king ran his fingers through his hair before hiding his face in the fragrant locks.

"So, let's make sweet sweet love tonight…in our bed." The king whispered and Judar couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Yeah. Let's."

He was not sure if Sinbad had been aware of what had happened with Focalor but maybe it was not that bad. They were going to make love on their bed for the first time after so many years and he felt like a maiden as heat rose to his cheeks.

Yunan was right. Wounds needed to be treated step by step.

"Go to your stupid paperwork. I don't want Ja'far blame it all on me again. I have to go to Yamuraiha so I don't have time for you." The magi said bluntly and before the king could protest kicked him out of the room. Literally.

But of course that was another cheap lie. He was not going to Yamuraiha at all. He was going to wash his hair and doll himself up for his beloved king. Tonight was special after all.

A/N: Focalor/Sinbad is my guilty pleasure.