Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angst
anonymous
December 15 2010, 19:01:33 UTC
Mozenrath could tell he had wounded Aladdin with his words. He fell back a half step, out of Mozenrath's face, and his eyes widened for a moment in wet disbelief, but when Mozenrath met his eyes, no remorse, no breaking of a dominating expression, the former-hero grimaced in self disgust and looked down to the side, breaking their connection.
Taking that as an acknowledgment of Mozenrath's control, the sorcerer continued.
"Think about it Aladdin. Who would defend a city when over half of its people are dead or dying of disease? It was the obvious move on the board and Agrabah's neighboring cities took it. It was a matter of business. I've been there myself and from what I can tell, the city is being gutted and disbanded."
Aladdin's fists, which had been clenching the whole time Mozenrath spoke, released with a helpless loss of bodily tension. He put them to his face, covering it for a moment, turning from Mozenrath.
"So there's nothing, everyone is-" he spoke softly from behind his palms, as if to himself, grasping in the dark for something to hold onto.
"Yes, there is nothing to go back to. And everyone isn't gone now, they were gone before. Agrabah being a dead city doesn't affect the fact that it's royals were already dead. That Jasmine is dead." Mozenrath was impatient now, and met Aladdin's anger when the youth turned on him violently once more.
"Why are you telling me this?" he yelled. "Why?" he demanded. "Is this funny to you? Are you satisfied? You're right, I'm alone, I lost! Are you happy now? Do you feel like you've finally gotten me back for everything I've ever done to you?" the last syllable of his words broke in a threat of tears, and he raised his fist as if to strike Mozenrath.
"Please," Mozenrath huffed in disgust. "Are you really that vain that to think that all I do is fueled by some long-irrelevant desire to hurt you? I told you what I told you because it's the truth. Because you should know."
Aladdin's fist dropped, and he seemed a slight more calmed. He ventured to even ask hopefully.
"So you're still going to try to bring them back, if I, if I remain-?"
"My slave. Yes, Yes I will."
The words dropped like a stone into the vastness of the balcony, the night air, the rising moon and the faint outline of the city beneath them. It felt too heavy, in fact.
Aladdin had gone back to the railing, staring out, rubbing his neck with both hands as a way to relieve stress, to push the misery down, down under his consciousness.
"Well I guess I better go back to the floors, if I want to get some sleep before morning." Mozenrath watched as he turned to go back inside and felt himself rather than decided to say,
"Stop. Stay there."
Aladdin's eyebrow lifted at the sudden change in Mozenrath's tone, the order. He turned back, waiting with his back to the sorcerer. He knew by now he wasn't really expected or even allowed to question Mozenrath when he switched into a more mastering role.
But Mozenrath wasn't as sure as he sounded. He was only sure of his desire, not the method. He was sure that in the soft and rounded glow from the moon and the countless stars, Aladdin's appearance brought in his heart and gut a pain, a pain that began when he first saw the hero face to face, resplendent in hot sunshine.
The lean and taut form, the tapered hips, the rounded muscles of the shoulders, the dark caramel of his skin, the confidant mouth, the bright eyes, all were unattainable. Aladdin was always unattainable. Through Mozenrath's own miscalculation of his character, through his own stumbling into the inescapable game of cat and mouse, he had estranged and distanced the hero, the hero who was unattainable in his gallant love of a beautiful princess. Aladdin hated him. Aladdin was unattainable, the mantra Mozenrath told himself when he switched to anger as a way of interacting with the forbidden fruit on the tree.
And yet, it occurred to him now, now in the intimacy of their silence, in the quiet surrender of Aladdin to his whole, broken life, that perhaps Aladdin wasn't so unattainable anymore.
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angst
anonymous
December 15 2010, 19:22:39 UTC
"Don't say a word." He ordered. His voice was low, but now a whispher, as if trying to calm himself.
In response he got obedient silence.
He came to stand very close behind Aladdin, the top of the boy's head just under his jawline. His fingers flexed, and slowly came to touch where he always wanted to touch, the small gap where the back of Aladdin's vest ended and before his pants began, the bar of rich brown skin.
Aladdin jumped under his fingertips, but mercifully, he remained silent.
In his heart, Mozenrath felt a near-overwhelming surge of power and confidant and satisfaction. He was doing it. He had ever right now.
His fingers ran side to side with slight pressure, massaging there lightly, before hungrily moving on, insatiable. They ghosted over the prominent bones of the hero's exposed hips to his flat and tight stomach, feeling the little dips of muscle, up the leanness of his ribs.
His chest was pressed tightly now to Aladdin's back, his towering weight keeping the youth there.
"Mozenrath..." Aladdin was saying his name, a desperate whisper.
Mozenrath, caught in his own bodily greed, didn't hear him. His hands went up now, owning. They lifted Aladdin's vest sides slightly, the flat of his palms pressing to the hero's chest, feeling nipples hardened by the cold bead under his skin.
Aladdin tried to say his name again, choked on it, swallowed hard.
Mozenrath took Aladdin's strong jaw in his hand, his face coming close, his breath hot on the skin of his neck. He felt the disturbance of Aladdin's throat convulse, trying to form words once more despite Mozenrath's orders.
Mozenrath pressed even closer, the growing hardness under his clothes pressing into Aladdin's back. His fingers went were they longed to go before, deep into the boy's rich black hair, suddenly twisting violently to yank his head back as he pushed forward insistently.
Finally, Aladdin was able to scream.
"Mozenrath!Stop."
He was still stronger than Mozenrath, and pushed him away, turning wildly. "Stop." he gasped, putting his hands out. His eyes were wild, and he looked at Mozenrath now as he had never seen him before.
Mozenrath felt an illogical desire to beat him savagely rise within him, and he pushed it away, trying to gain control. He couldn't lose now, not when he was so close.
"Aladdin, you're my slave. I can do with you what I wish." He was panting, but he still managed to sound self-assured.
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angst
anonymous
December 15 2010, 19:31:08 UTC
"I know, I know. But you can't be serious, you can't-." Aladdin struggled, trying to reason with the sorcerer.
"I can. I have every right, just like I have every right to cast you out of my home and let your precious little princess rot forever in the ground where you laid her." he practically spat in frustration.
Aladdin gaped at him for a moment, letting out a strangled yell of impotent anger and misery. He looked at the balcony railing for one wild moment, as if to cast himself off it. But Jasmine...
He tried begging, something he said he would never do in front of Mozenrath.
"Mozenrath, please, I'll do anything, but not this. Please."
"Aladdin, it's simple," he came forward, and took the boy's upper arm in his gloved hand firmly. He made him look him in the eyes.
" It's either this, or nothing at all."
And what Aladdin saw in Mozenrath's dark eyes told him that was true. His shoulders fell, his arm relaxed in the sorcerer's grip, and even said a soft agreement, but it wasn't necessary, because Mozenrath was already pulling him back into his bedroom.
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angst
anonymous
December 15 2010, 19:44:14 UTC
Later, Aladdin lay on his back, staring at the dark nothingness of Mozenrath's bedroom ceiling.
He refused to curl into a self-pitying ball. He refused to run out of the room. He refused to look at the sorcerer lying next to him. Finally it was Mozenrath who broke the inertia first, and rose, throwing on an indigo robe. He said not a word, and those Aladdin's dry eyes were trained above him, he saw the last-minute smile Mozenrath cast him, the pleasure, the conquest, the ego, the absolute ownership.
Ownership, the word echoed in Aladdin's mind.
It wasn't as if Mozenrath was as cruel as he could have been.
Words in the tangled bedclothes, the flames of the room's torches unnaturally high though Aladdin longed for darkness to loose himself in.
"It's not as if I am raping you. Remember, you had a choice. You're just as in this as I am."
Now Mozenrath wasn't as cruel as he could have been.
Though it wasn't out of romance, Mozenrath did kiss him. Aladdin could have no way of knowing the thrill in Mozenrath's heart, the wild rush of freedom he experienced with Aladdin's body, how everything, even the hero's firm lips, tasted like victory.
Mozenrath prepped him, and it was out of necessity that kept him writhing under the sorcerer, the long, pale fingers deep inside of him, the oils shinning on his open thighs.
He tried to make it feel good.
But Mozenrath did take him hard. The sorcerer's breaching of the hero was slow and well savored, but once inside, once surrounded by rippled, spasming flesh, hearing Aladdin's gasp, the hero's hands flying to his neck out of reflex, he lost all control. For once, he lost himself to pleasure, and drove Aladdin deep into the mattress, intent to take what happiness he could get when it lie so open to him.
Mozenrath tried to make it feel good. After having spent himself in Aladdin's body, he buried his face the dusky neck and used his hand to bring Aladdin to completion, his teeth on his skin, Aladdin wailing his protest at any unwanted pleasure.
Aladdin did come, despite it all.
Aladdin lay there, staring at the ceiling.
He believed Mozenrath, believed that Mozenrath would honor his word and try his best to give the princess back her life, give her back to Aladdin. He just wasn't sure he believed she'd have him back, now.
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angstlukadronJanuary 10 2011, 20:01:57 UTC
oh. my. god.
this is brilliant. i love the whole setting, such a splendid idea. it makes perfect sense, too. mozenrath the necromancer. shiiiiit. wow. i just really loved it. who are you, anon? aside from my hero of the decade for writing aladdin/mozenrath. and such delicious, twisted, sad and angsty A/M on top of that. hell yes~
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angst
anonymous
January 17 2011, 21:12:13 UTC
Wow, that's really nice! I'm the anon. Mozenrath/Aladdin is my favorite slash pairing ever. I am going to try to fill all the prompts for them if I can. My pen-name is Bestia. I will try to get a livejournal account.
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angstlukadronJanuary 19 2011, 17:51:54 UTC
M/A is extremely hot *_* ljakldjashds Sadly enough, I haven't actually met someone who genuinely loved this pairing. I know I can convince others to see the appeal, but that's not the same, now is it? Therefore you can imagine my delight when I saw this prompt.
Anyways, I am really looking forward to your other fills as well :D It's a real highlight for me, imho. The other prompts/pairings at the DK are not really my cup o' tea (tho, I'll admit, at times very interesting/well done/entertaining). I can't thank you enough for filling this prompt, I've had an eye on it ever since it was posted, hahaha.
Where are you to be found, if not on LJ? (And yes, get an account \o/ so I can stalk you properly, youuuuu *squish*)
Re: Fill for Mozenrath/Aladdin; slave/angstguiltyhousewifeJanuary 22 2011, 04:34:26 UTC
Ha, I made a lj account! (this is bestia, the prompt-filler) Or rather, recovered an old one I don't really remember making, lol. Either way...
Yeah, I love M/A. It was like, my first slash pairing. Of course, when I started writing it, people never really heard about it, and I didn't get very many positive comments or feedback. Good thing this meme is here!
Taking that as an acknowledgment of Mozenrath's control, the sorcerer continued.
"Think about it Aladdin. Who would defend a city when over half of its people are dead or dying of disease? It was the obvious move on the board and Agrabah's neighboring cities took it. It was a matter of business. I've been there myself and from what I can tell, the city is being gutted and disbanded."
Aladdin's fists, which had been clenching the whole time Mozenrath spoke, released with a helpless loss of bodily tension. He put them to his face, covering it for a moment, turning from Mozenrath.
"So there's nothing, everyone is-" he spoke softly from behind his palms, as if to himself, grasping in the dark for something to hold onto.
"Yes, there is nothing to go back to. And everyone isn't gone now, they were gone before. Agrabah being a dead city doesn't affect the fact that it's royals were already dead. That Jasmine is dead." Mozenrath was impatient now, and met Aladdin's anger when the youth turned on him violently once more.
"Why are you telling me this?" he yelled. "Why?" he demanded. "Is this funny to you? Are you satisfied? You're right, I'm alone, I lost! Are you happy now? Do you feel like you've finally gotten me back for everything I've ever done to you?" the last syllable of his words broke in a threat of tears, and he raised his fist as if to strike Mozenrath.
"Please," Mozenrath huffed in disgust. "Are you really that vain that to think that all I do is fueled by some long-irrelevant desire to hurt you? I told you what I told you because it's the truth. Because you should know."
Aladdin's fist dropped, and he seemed a slight more calmed. He ventured to even ask hopefully.
"So you're still going to try to bring them back, if I, if I remain-?"
"My slave. Yes, Yes I will."
The words dropped like a stone into the vastness of the balcony, the night air, the rising moon and the faint outline of the city beneath them. It felt too heavy, in fact.
Aladdin had gone back to the railing, staring out, rubbing his neck with both hands as a way to relieve stress, to push the misery down, down under his consciousness.
"Well I guess I better go back to the floors, if I want to get some sleep before morning." Mozenrath watched as he turned to go back inside and felt himself rather than decided to say,
"Stop. Stay there."
Aladdin's eyebrow lifted at the sudden change in Mozenrath's tone, the order. He turned back, waiting with his back to the sorcerer. He knew by now he wasn't really expected or even allowed to question Mozenrath when he switched into a more mastering role.
But Mozenrath wasn't as sure as he sounded. He was only sure of his desire, not the method. He was sure that in the soft and rounded glow from the moon and the countless stars, Aladdin's appearance brought in his heart and gut a pain, a pain that began when he first saw the hero face to face, resplendent in hot sunshine.
The lean and taut form, the tapered hips, the rounded muscles of the shoulders, the dark caramel of his skin, the confidant mouth, the bright eyes, all were unattainable. Aladdin was always unattainable. Through Mozenrath's own miscalculation of his character, through his own stumbling into the inescapable game of cat and mouse, he had estranged and distanced the hero, the hero who was unattainable in his gallant love of a beautiful princess. Aladdin hated him. Aladdin was unattainable, the mantra Mozenrath told himself when he switched to anger as a way of interacting with the forbidden fruit on the tree.
And yet, it occurred to him now, now in the intimacy of their silence, in the quiet surrender of Aladdin to his whole, broken life, that perhaps Aladdin wasn't so unattainable anymore.
He was his slave, after all.
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In response he got obedient silence.
He came to stand very close behind Aladdin, the top of the boy's head just under his jawline. His fingers flexed, and slowly came to touch where he always wanted to touch, the small gap where the back of Aladdin's vest ended and before his pants began, the bar of rich brown skin.
Aladdin jumped under his fingertips, but mercifully, he remained silent.
In his heart, Mozenrath felt a near-overwhelming surge of power and confidant and satisfaction. He was doing it. He had ever right now.
His fingers ran side to side with slight pressure, massaging there lightly, before hungrily moving on, insatiable. They ghosted over the prominent bones of the hero's exposed hips to his flat and tight stomach, feeling the little dips of muscle, up the leanness of his ribs.
His chest was pressed tightly now to Aladdin's back, his towering weight keeping the youth there.
"Mozenrath..." Aladdin was saying his name, a desperate whisper.
Mozenrath, caught in his own bodily greed, didn't hear him. His hands went up now, owning. They lifted Aladdin's vest sides slightly, the flat of his palms pressing to the hero's chest, feeling nipples hardened by the cold bead under his skin.
Aladdin tried to say his name again, choked on it, swallowed hard.
Mozenrath took Aladdin's strong jaw in his hand, his face coming close, his breath hot on the skin of his neck. He felt the disturbance of Aladdin's throat convulse, trying to form words once more despite Mozenrath's orders.
Mozenrath pressed even closer, the growing hardness under his clothes pressing into Aladdin's back. His fingers went were they longed to go before, deep into the boy's rich black hair, suddenly twisting violently to yank his head back as he pushed forward insistently.
Finally, Aladdin was able to scream.
"Mozenrath!Stop."
He was still stronger than Mozenrath, and pushed him away, turning wildly. "Stop." he gasped, putting his hands out. His eyes were wild, and he looked at Mozenrath now as he had never seen him before.
Mozenrath felt an illogical desire to beat him savagely rise within him, and he pushed it away, trying to gain control. He couldn't lose now, not when he was so close.
"Aladdin, you're my slave. I can do with you what I wish." He was panting, but he still managed to sound self-assured.
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"I can. I have every right, just like I have every right to cast you out of my home and let your precious little princess rot forever in the ground where you laid her." he practically spat in frustration.
Aladdin gaped at him for a moment, letting out a strangled yell of impotent anger and misery. He looked at the balcony railing for one wild moment, as if to cast himself off it. But Jasmine...
He tried begging, something he said he would never do in front of Mozenrath.
"Mozenrath, please, I'll do anything, but not this. Please."
"Aladdin, it's simple," he came forward, and took the boy's upper arm in his gloved hand firmly. He made him look him in the eyes.
" It's either this, or nothing at all."
And what Aladdin saw in Mozenrath's dark eyes told him that was true. His shoulders fell, his arm relaxed in the sorcerer's grip, and even said a soft agreement, but it wasn't necessary, because Mozenrath was already pulling him back into his bedroom.
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He refused to curl into a self-pitying ball. He refused to run out of the room. He refused to look at the sorcerer lying next to him. Finally it was Mozenrath who broke the inertia first, and rose, throwing on an indigo robe. He said not a word, and those Aladdin's dry eyes were trained above him, he saw the last-minute smile Mozenrath cast him, the pleasure, the conquest, the ego, the absolute ownership.
Ownership, the word echoed in Aladdin's mind.
It wasn't as if Mozenrath was as cruel as he could have been.
Words in the tangled bedclothes, the flames of the room's torches unnaturally high though Aladdin longed for darkness to loose himself in.
"It's not as if I am raping you. Remember, you had a choice. You're just as in this as I am."
Now Mozenrath wasn't as cruel as he could have been.
Though it wasn't out of romance, Mozenrath did kiss him. Aladdin could have no way of knowing the thrill in Mozenrath's heart, the wild rush of freedom he experienced with Aladdin's body, how everything, even the hero's firm lips, tasted like victory.
Mozenrath prepped him, and it was out of necessity that kept him writhing under the sorcerer, the long, pale fingers deep inside of him, the oils shinning on his open thighs.
He tried to make it feel good.
But Mozenrath did take him hard. The sorcerer's breaching of the hero was slow and well savored, but once inside, once surrounded by rippled, spasming flesh, hearing Aladdin's gasp, the hero's hands flying to his neck out of reflex, he lost all control. For once, he lost himself to pleasure, and drove Aladdin deep into the mattress, intent to take what happiness he could get when it lie so open to him.
Mozenrath tried to make it feel good. After having spent himself in Aladdin's body, he buried his face the dusky neck and used his hand to bring Aladdin to completion, his teeth on his skin, Aladdin wailing his protest at any unwanted pleasure.
Aladdin did come, despite it all.
Aladdin lay there, staring at the ceiling.
He believed Mozenrath, believed that Mozenrath would honor his word and try his best to give the princess back her life, give her back to Aladdin. He just wasn't sure he believed she'd have him back, now.
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my.
god.
this is brilliant. i love the whole setting, such a splendid idea. it makes perfect sense, too. mozenrath the necromancer. shiiiiit. wow. i just really loved it. who are you, anon? aside from my hero of the decade for writing aladdin/mozenrath.
and such delicious, twisted, sad and angsty A/M on top of that. hell yes~
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Sadly enough, I haven't actually met someone who genuinely loved this pairing. I know I can convince others to see the appeal, but that's not the same, now is it? Therefore you can imagine my delight when I saw this prompt.
Anyways, I am really looking forward to your other fills as well :D It's a real highlight for me, imho. The other prompts/pairings at the DK are not really my cup o' tea (tho, I'll admit, at times very interesting/well done/entertaining). I can't thank you enough for filling this prompt, I've had an eye on it ever since it was posted, hahaha.
Where are you to be found, if not on LJ? (And yes, get an account \o/ so I can stalk you properly, youuuuu *squish*)
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These are all the ones I wrote on fanfiction.net, under the penname bestia.
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/499664/bestia
This is the more r-rated stuff, over at adultfanfiction.net.
http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296764605
under the penname :deanthefemaleunit.
I guess I'll go make a livejournal account, then, lol.
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Yeah, I love M/A. It was like, my first slash pairing. Of course, when I started writing it, people never really heard about it, and I didn't get very many positive comments or feedback. Good thing this meme is here!
http://community.livejournal.com/disney_kink/361.html?thread=2199657#t2199657
I filled another prompt, another M/A prompt, by the way, though the mods haven't put up this week's new fills yet.
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