Judal entered his temporary room slowly, looking around before he made himself at home on the bed. Cheap, that was how he felt about the room for the most part. Lousy decorations, the fabrics used for his bed were second rate materials, no doubt traded from the far east as though that was any kind of luxury. His fingers played with the throw pillows tassels, his eyes locked onto the golden strings before he tossed it aside.

It would be just that much more entertaining if he could do a bit more than just wait for things to happen. He wanted cause more problems around the Sindrian courts and palace rooms. Maybe replace some things with other things and watch with glee as havoc erupted.

Another time, though; another time, he was supposed to be resting for the night rather than up to mischief.

Why on Earth they would feel the urge to play nice with enemies rather than just deceive and have their fun, he would never understand.

Rather than try, he huffed, staring up at the carefully painted mural of naked women upon his ceiling. Of course with an idiot king like Sinbad, there would be pictures of obscurity upon some ceilings. Idiot probably thought it was funny to have them there.

The pictures did nothing for him. Seeing those women lying around upon the ceiling was grotesque to a point even.

He pulled himself to his feet and moved to go see to it he was placed within a different room.

Nothing around the building was spared expense of course; there were intricate details in just about everything, including the vase Judal decided did not need to be among the house items. The sound of the crash echoing through the halls made him grin. What a lovely sound it was, like the tinkling of bells or wind chimes in the breeze.

"This isn't working," an exasperated voice said from within a nearby room.

Judal could only feel the smile on his face increase as he heard and recognized that voice. Any inclination to see that drunk dolt was quickly replaced with the desire to see how horribly and with what the young blue haired magi was having trouble with. No doubt it would bring him just that much more fun for future reference.

He slipped through the slightly opened doorway, pushing it gently to a close. He watched the boy look up from his place by the fire, eyes widening in terror as he quickly tried to recover his pants or some kind of cover for his exposed erection. "J-Judal what are you doing here?!"

"Well, would you look at that, Chibi has a Chibi boner." He raised a brow. "Is your king not satisfying you enough, brat?"

"I was just trying- I mean," he curled up deeper behind his blanket. "What are you doing here?"

Judal all but slinked forward, sitting in the seat adjacent and resting his chin in one hand. "I was happening by when I heard you trying to jack off. Now then, shouldn't you ask the idiot drunk to give you a room with a view of something a little worth looking at when you try to do that?"

Aladdin shook his head, "I don't know-"

"Come now, surely you were thinking about something like that."

The boy shrugged. "I don't actually know how to masturbate. Sinbad-san said I had to think about someone I like a lot while I hold myself like I was," his cheeks burned as he said that. "It isn't working though. I think he forgot to mention something."

Judal could have laughed at him, although he did stare incredulously at him. "You went to him for tips?"

"I thought it might be a way to increase strength."

The raven haired magi blinked, frozen a moment before he pulled himself to his feet and moved towards the kid. He hauled the hiding, struggling magi into his arms and sat down, setting him on his lap and yanking the damn blanket away. "Stop that," he grasped the boy's face and forced him to look up at him. "You're an idiot, just like the others. You don't do this kind of thing to increase power or anything. It's for pleasure."

"It felt weird though," Aladdin countered, moving a bit before Judal wrapped his other arm around him more.

"It's going to feel weird the first time. Geez, you didn't learn a thing from them." Judal reached down and skimmed a hand over the other's cock. "Are you even old enough for this shit?"

"I can do it if I want to," Aladdin argued, squirming and blushing more madly.

Judal grinned at him and gave him a squeeze. "Is that so? Well then you won't mind if I just take over for a while to show you where you're going wrong; with repayment of course."

Aladdin's gaze flickered up to his, mouth opening to ask what Judal would want in return when he gave the boy's cock another few strokes, watching those eyes roll back a bit as he leaned into his arms. His face relaxed; the mistrust and embarrassment melting away in lieu of his own pleasure.

He skimmed over that small prick of his, a couple fingers moving along his ballsack. He pulled the other's face closer, closing the distance between their lips. He moved slowly, seeking to play with the boy, make him long for more. The body in his arms responded so openly, lips following after his whenever he went to pull away. He felt the movement of his hips bucking forward a bit, anxious to stick that cock of his somewhere more important than a mere hand.

Judal pulled his face away, moving to nip and suckle the boy's earlobe. His voice murmured gently into Aladdin's ear, "If you had truly learned how to do this, from someone who knows how to do this, then you would know that you can't just think of anyone." He moved his arms closer to Aladdin's skin, watching him shiver from the contrast of the cold metal to his burning skin.

"I know that," he tried to argue weakly. "You have to think about someone you like."

"Oh no," Judal ran his tongue up the boy's neck, watching him shiver uncontrollably in his arms. "You don't have to like them. You could hate them. You could be excited to see them dead before you." He was enjoying this a bit more than he had first anticipated. The kid was so very weak compared to him. "You have to lust for them," he purred. "You have to want to see them laid out before you in such a way that you could do anything you wanted to them, or have them do anything they wanted with you."

The boy's eyes shut, teeth showing as he bit down hard on his lower lip. He shook his head, trying so desperately to get a hold of himself.

Judal could have applauded him the attempt, but he didn't want his game to be ruined due to some self-control. He moved his other hand down the boy's body, taking his sweet time to reach for the bandages on his chest. Tugging them loose, he began to tease him there, watching Aladdin begin to moan a bit in an effort to try to get the pleasure out in any way possible. Tears began to appear in his eyes as he tried to hold it all back.

"Ah, don't cry," he whispered to Aladdin, running his tongue around the young magi's ear. "I can pay attention to the other nipple of yours.

The boy's eyes flew open immediately, his mouth opening only to release a loud moan as Judal's mouth eclipsed the boy's ignored nipple, tongue flicking over the pink nub. He felt the boy cum sloppily, his small voice trying to speak incoherently.

"Ah, such a mess," Judal chastised as he brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and licked at it, watching Aladdin shake from the remnants of his climax. His eyes were glued on his mouth, watching the older magi take his time to lick at his hand. "That is how you masturbate, Chibi. Think about that next time." He smiled darkly, "It won't take as long next time."

The boy nodded a moment before Judal moved forward and pressed his own erection against Aladdin's legs. "Now then, let's talk about that repayment you agreed to."