High King of the Seven Seas

“What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story, and the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams” M!A: None

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+casually places a small bottle of wine on his desk as she passes by it+ You still owe me for these favours I do for you you know, my Liege.

Yamraiha's entrance into his office had been, for the most part, ignored initially. During these rush hours it wasn't unusual for people to meander in and out of here due to their own tasks at hand and typically they would just take whatever it was they needed before bowing out of his office without a word. 

And so instead of saying anything to the blue eyed magician the monarch instead continued his work, one hand shielding his eyes from view while the other continued writing out a letter to one of their alliances concerning some public relations issues. 

"...."

At least until the familiar sound of a wine bottle drew his attention away. 

Glancing up the king's tired eyes looked first towards Yamraiha before switching to focus upon the green glass. He hesitated for a moment before a grateful expression finally crossed his exhausted face.

"You know as soon as I open that bottle Ja'far will be here in an instant and we'll both be in trouble."

Although that certainly didn't stop the monarch from reaching out to pull it closer. 

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Ja’far simply casted a sideways glance as he shook his head. Still, the seemingly irritated gesture was also accompanied with a small smile that came to the corner of his lip. Sometimes the monarch could be so… needlessly melodramatic. It was a trait that appeared to be almost infectious to others, especially to one of the other generals in particular. 

"It wasn’t something I skipped voluntarily. My meeting this morning lasted much longer than I had previously anticipated." he attempted to explain his actions that seemed as clear as day to Sinbad, but Ja’far’s occasional habit of skipping meals wasn’t anything new. He could certainly tolerate it. As he spoke he allowed the older man’s brief touch guide him towards the preferred location, changing pace so that he wouldn’t fall a step behind in their walk towards the market.

"Is there anything in particular that you have in mind?" There was definitely more than enough to choose from in their diverse marketplace, and there’s no doubting the vendors would be more than happy to cater to the king and one of his general’s needs in a heartbeat. He would, of course, let Sinbad decide what they would eat.

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Sinbad saw no reason to argue with Ja'far's explanation concerning his lack of a meal. Truth be told the two of them were reaching a point where breakfast was unnecessary, where they could easily skip it and not have it greatly impact their day, however even when Ja'far was young the monarch preferred to instill the value of three proper meals. (Although often times when he was younger that meant breakfast was whatever they could eat on the go as they packed up their camp for the night.)

"Not necessarily.:

While the two of them walked Sinbad crossed his arms over his bare chest, the monarch appearing to be without any immediate goal while his eyes casually observed the increasing number of people around them. "Seafood, I suppose. We haven't been to that restaurant near the back in awhile." Although he continued to speak to Ja'far Sinbad's smie and eyes remained directed at the people, giving them a little attention everytime someone flashed their own grins or waved and bowed excitedly towards the two. 

"I think our disguises really aren't working."

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“Welcome home old man,” a snarky voice rang back through what was supposed to be an empty apartment.

There on Sinbad’s luxury couch lay one of the Kou family’s most bratty children. Long milky white legs were raised to the air with a black braid trailing off the couch and onto the floor. The kid was wearing what was no doubt one of Sinbad’s blazers over his Shibuya style clothing. Being an heir to the Kou fortune Judar was privileged to pretty much anything he wanted which had made the kid quite a brat over the years. Hardly anyone in the complex tolerated him but other than passing in the halls Judar tended not to socialize much unlike the other Kou children. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t actually Kou by blood, but by a rather controversial set of adoption papers. Of course that had never been proven so it was just a lingering rumor.

Blood or not though, Judar had definitely proven his value to his family growing up. The kid was a noted hacker with a rather impressive skill set in the art of persuasion and manipulation. The teen wasn’t exactly a genius with technology, but what he lacked in the tech department he certainly made up for in wit with finding workarounds, such as breaking into Sinbad’s apartment and computer. It also made it easier that Judar had a skeleton key he’d swiped from one of the Kou executives that gave him access to any apartment he wanted. Judar had taken full advantage of that the day he learned the noted CEO Sinbad was to be moving into the lavish complex. Judar wasn’t huge on big business and knew little to nothing on Sindria Enterprises, but he’d heard some interesting tidbits about the man in charge and had become hellbent on exploiting them.

Hearing Sinbad’s footsteps thundering towards him Judar curled himself over the man’s laptop protectively, playing keep away with his valued possession.

“You can tell me as many times as you want to. I just don’t feel like listening,” he grinned discretely pressing the enter key on a password reset. Judar needed more time on Sinbad’s computer to dig up what he wanted, and he doubted the CEO was going to be inclined to give him such privileges, so instead Judar provided himself the opportunity by effectively locking the businessman out of his own computer. Even if he called the manufacturer it was highly unlikely it would get resolved tonight which gave Judar a whole other day to continue digging again.

“You’re such a work hound old man, don’t you ever take a night to relax?” Judar slunk off the man’s couch to stand fully, kicking aside what were no doubt some important documents, “Surely a man with such luxuries must find some time to enjoy all this.”

Judar spun around the lavish apartment, letting his hair pick up in the air to whack the business man across the face. The teenager laughed at Sinbad shortly after.

“I see Reim’s giving you some problems again with the southern territory you’re trying to acquire. Want me to give you a hand?”

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Without recognizing the younger man's keystrokes Sinbad placed his own hand upon the laptop lid to effectively close it moments after Judar had finished typing his reset. Still scowling the man pulled his laptop away to hold while he bent over to begin picking up some of the loose documents surrounding them. Technically it could be considered his own fault for allowing Judar the chance to play with his things like this. If the man had any sense of security he might've invested in a safe or a filing cabinet for his loft but, in his defense, he had never stayed anywhere where the security held no power over the villian before. 

It was frustrating.

Annoying at times.

But almost as a consequence something of amusement despite the weariness that pulled at the businessman's conscience. 

"While it is none of your business, given how I am only here due to work it would cause problems if I were to take off suddenly."

It was only a half lie. While indeed work was priority while SInbad was staying here those who were rich and powerful tended to like work revolving around their entertainment. There were already a number of times the executive had found himself at a bar or dance club (once even at a hostess' club) all for the sake of striking that important deal. Then once it was the man allowed himself to let go just enough to have a good time. (It was needless to say the hostess' club was his favorite so far.)

"Tch-"

Shuffling his papers and laptop into one arm Sinbad resisted an overwhelming urge to roll his eyes at the sudden assault from the young man's long braid. To say Judar was a pest would be somewhat of an understatement. For some reason since the day they met the long haired male had taken a bizarre liking to Sinbad which resulted in increased stress and frustrations for the executive. To make matters worse Judar kept offering viable assistance when it came to Sinbad's business, the young man having the skills and insight into other companies' weaknesses to actually make a difference when it came to their merging or collapsing with Sinbad's. But his tactics were....disgusting. It was the kind of tactics which seemed to prevail in this world, the kind that destroyed lives rather than saved them. As useful as Judar could be to his enterprise there was no way Sinbad (or Ja'far for that matter) could allow him in. 

Let the Kou keep him.

"Are they? I haven't noticed."

Another lie as Sinbad placed his papers and laptop down upon his living room table before straightening to walk towards the kitchen. "Even if they were giving us trouble the southern territory has close ties to my business partners that give us an advantage." They were called the Seven Sea's Alliance due to the fact that each business held a significant amount of power within over seven different countries. The southern territory happened to do alot of business with England which meant Sinbad had a few favors to call in. It was nothing too out of the ordinary. 

"So your help would be unnecessary."

With a small grin lifting one side of his lips Sinbad opened his fridge to pull out a bottle of beer. With the opener located right upon the counter it was only a few seconds later until the cool beverage was placed upon the male's lips for a deep drink before he continued speaking.

"Your concern for my business is touching though."

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It was easy.

It was far too easy to lose himself in Ja'far's embrace.

To forget the issues which revolved around them and allow himself to merely feel the other's presence during this temporary solace. But by now SInbad knew better, knew that the ripples caused within these moments of weakness if continually fed would rise into an overpowering wave that could very well destroy everything they had worked hard to build. 

And so it was because Sinbad had had his moment.

It now became time to pull himself together at least enough to get Ja'far into the security of the monarch's private bath. 

"I'll find a way to get you back."

Just like how he always did the monarch trusted that as long as he worked with fate he would get them into the palace without any trouble. It was only a matter of finding out which wave to ride upon. "One moment." Heaving a breath Sinbad finally forced himself into sitting up and pulling away from Ja'far only to almost immediately be greeted with a cold wind. Shivering slightly the long haired male moved quickly to gather some of their damp clothes and use the inside to wipe Ja'far a little off. A minute later and Sinbad was redressing as much as he could so that there would be less to carry before pushing up onto his feet to get some of Ja'far's clothes on the advisor as well. 

"As long as we can make it to the tower alright we shouldn't be in any danger of discovery."

Once Ja'far was well enough covered Sinbad put the keffiyeh and some of his metal vessels into Ja'far's hands to hold for him before he was leaning over to lift the other male into his arms bridal style. While he would have offered to carry his advisor upon his back the monarch did not want to unnecessarily stretch or hurt Ja'far due to any bouncing his gait might incur. 

"This should work for now."

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Strong arms seemed just able to keep himself supported when Ja'far's muscles began to squeeze and clamp down upon Sinbad's already spent cock. Broad chest heaving, huffs of breath spilling over the side of Ja'far's face, he tries to gather his wits and sort himself out only for the king to soon learn it's hard to do anything beyond wait when his advisor is kneading his cock with a twitching hole already so filled to the brim and leaking with what he'd given him.

A tick between his brow at the sensation, the too-sensitive flesh throbbing with the afterglow of his release, Sinbad's fingers slacken their hold upon the sand. He needed to concentrate, to ignore the squeezing around him before his blood started to pulse again; his stamina was not easily depleted and he wasn't quite sure his advisor could withstand another round. God knows the king would want one if given the chance. 

"Better."

Slowly Sinbad tries to lift himslef to adjust the two of them so that Ja'far can finally relax while he pulls carefully out. Spindles of shocking pleasure still manage to pulsate with each drawn out second until finally he was free enough to let Ja'far's legs down. Breathing out against the other's damp skin Sinbad pauses a moment when a moment of light headedness passed over him before he was turning so that lips could brush along Ja'far's cheek while he spoke. 

"Probably better than you."

Sinbad chuckled lowly before he was moving in for another kiss, allowing this one to be slower than the ones before it, while the burning passion began to settle once more. While earlier he had been plagued with uncertainties and an almost overwhelming stress it seemed now the monarch felt more sure of himself, more calm, and it reflected in the way he broke the kiss to hide his face once more in Ja'far's neck. 

"If you're sore tomorrow you better get some rest."

Although, if anything, Ja'far would be sore the moment he tried to walk back to the palace. 

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Judar really didn’t care what went on between Sinbad and his advisor, or really what went on between anyone anymore. Humans seemed hell bent on the concept of needing another person in their lives to bring them fulfillment and that somehow companionship was required of them. The black magi didn’t understand it, and he didn’t want to. Even Yunan and Scheherazade had gotten close with various people over their lifespans… so in that regard maybe it wasn’t just a human thing. Whatever it was any anger Sinbad tried to evoke from him with pushing Judar away from his affairs was rendered null. The black oracle’s interest in the king had changed from its original status. Instead of desiring the king for himself for various plans he’d dreamed about since childhood, the magi now wanted nothing more then seeing the man buried miles underground along with the rest of the human populous.

Regarding Sinbad with a somewhat amused grin, Judar’s eyes remained hollow, letting Sinbad’s words pass through a filter in his mind so he heard the king’s saying only the way he wanted to.

“I know killing is the only route I have. It’s the only one I’ve ever had,” Judar shrugged his shoulders carelessly, “I just thought that-”

‘-Killing with you would’ve been fun’? ….Didn’t that contradict the point of companionship the oracle had just argued he didn’t need? 

“-Giving you a sporting chance would’ve been more entertaining,” Judar stretched his arms over his head, “I wanted to see how stupid you actually were with your mad chase to power. Happy to see that fighting you won’t be a total bore in the end.”

The black magi had had his fill of dealing with the Sindrian King for the day. Putting his arms back to his sides he passed by the king making for his usual exit before the guards showed up. That stupid magician of Sinbad’s could sense black rukh a kilometre away, and with the black magi inside of her barrier it was likely troops were already assembling to deal with the rat in their territory.

“Your kingdom gets more and more stuffy and dull each time I visit this place,” Judar looked out over the city from the windowsill, “I think it will be much more lively when my Kou destroys it. But that’s for another day.”

Judar turned his head back to the king with a dangerous grin. He brought up his hand with a small wave, letting his carpet appear outside of the monarch’s window.

“Bye~”

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Sinbad moved with Judar, never letting the male get too close or too far, while his eyes kept a close watch upon the Magi's eyes. There was something lingering there, something that Sinbad had always seen but had also always dismissed time and time again. Questioning Judar, understanding Judar, it was always so much easier to place the blame the magi deserved upon him than wondering what the other's wishes and hopes were. The one time he had allowed himself that curiosity, to ponder that there might be more to Judar than what Judar claimed, had resulted in Sinbad's appearing weak before all of Sindria and it was a mistake he was not keen to make again. 

Silently Sinbad watched and waited until finally Judar brought himself up onto the windowsill of his office. It was only then that Sinbad finally moved to get closer, watching as the other stepped back onto the carpet now lingering outside of his window. 

He could have just let Judar go then without another word. 

Certainly grace and social etiquette was unneeded between enemies. 

But instead Sinbad stepped forward to grip the sill with his one free hand, watching while Judar pulled away before finally saying a low "Good bye." Arguably it could have been done for the sole purpose of making sure Judar really did leave but in truth Sinbad did not have a reason for making sure the magi left and his face never revealed there being one.

After that the man simply stepped away again to move towards his office door in the hopes of seeking some kind of treatment for the still pained and bleeding shoulder.

Solomon only knew what number scar Judar had left upon his body this one would be.

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Within recent years the name Sindrian Enterprises had been garnering more and more attention. At one point a small business through the capable leadership of her founder and current head the man had completely reinvented the sheer definition of business. With a shrewd mind and a past mostly shroud within shadows the man had emerged as a charismatic leader whose very presence was enough to cause those whose businesses he took under his wing to heed his every word. 

Unfortunately, within the business word, it was never enough to make it simply to the top. At every turn there were others either seeking his world's destruction or an alliance which could propel them into the limelight he had created, not the least of which being those whose very branch of hotel chains Sinbad now found himself occupying. 

It had been a total of three months since Sinbad had taken up residence in the very upscale apartment ran by the Kou chain but already it was feeling like two months too many. 

The time was exactly ten-thirty-seven pm and it had been another long and hard day for the executive. Out of fear that it would turn into another all nighter the man had given up the attempts to buy another struggling business in favor of just bringing some of the work home with him. His employees had all already been dismissed earlier save for one advisor who had a habit of staying whenever Sinbad did and so there was little reason for the man to linger at their Shinjuku branch however....

Something warned him that going home wouldn't be the best decision either. 

But despite the lingering relanctance Sinbad eventually arrived, suitcase in hand, outside of his apartments door with a weary expression. A moment passed in which the long haired man fumbled about with his room key before finally opening it up to reveal the long hallway into his temporary place of residency.

"I'm home."

The words were spokenly hollowly and out of some habit he had never been able to get out of since his mother's death. Sinbad didn't really expect anyone to reply to them anymore than he had expected to walk into the living room to find someone most unwelcome sprawled out in front of his computer desk.

"Judar!!"

Expression twisting into one of shock the man rushed forward as if to try and get him away from the documents and photos littering the area, not yet realizing the young man's true intentions. "How many times do I have to tell you not to go breaking in here?!"

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“Well all right then, let’s go!" She signaled the bird to fly into the sky. Pisti hung onto the neck of the bird and looked over to the monarch. He was doing fine, which was expected from him as the High King of the Seven Seas. 

Flying through the air was a whole lot of fun for the blonde, in fact, it was one of her most favorite activities to do. It was nice to feel the wind brush by her and looking over the country from high up. Pisti just hoped the king enjoyed it too. They flew over the palace, unseen and continued onward.

“Where did you say you wanted to go, Sinbad? The market?”

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Riding upon a bird was always an exhilarating and new experience for Sinbad no matter how much he has already done it before. Perhaps that was why he enjoyed seizing the chance when he could with Pisti as riding upon air was only further proof of the monarch's capabilities and love of riding any wave. 

"That's the place! Try not to scare anyone with our landing."

Tossing his head back so as to get some of his lavender locks out from over his eyes the monarch shot the girl another grin. "If we can't find our entertainment there we'll just head to the Mercantile house." Because drinking despite it being so early was completely okay in Sinbad's book.

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"Or perhaps you are just late?" Not like it really mattered who came at what time, it was only going to be a public appearance. For once, there was no agenda or schedule, since it all came about on a mere whim, and as great as that might be it was easy to see how Ja’far had mixed feelings about it. Dealing with change always took a little time. 

"The citizens of Sindria know their king well. I doubt any effort short of hiding your face wouldn’t really work well to hide your identity." But even that probably wouldn’t do much, either. Sinbad just had a certain air of charisma about him that was hard to dismiss. 

"Shall we go?" 

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"I can't do that! Haven't you learned by now of the importance of my face in matters such as these?"

Remember how when you were young and it was all his face's efforts that enabled the both of you to buy food and lodging for cheap? He owes this face too much to keep it covered! 

Then again Sinbad was really just messing around. It was rather unfortunate that teases such as these is what gave shape to Sharrkan's current personality. 

"Lets get some food first."

Sinbad hadn't eaten since breakfast and as if to highlight this fact his stomach gave a low growl. "I'll bet you skipped that as well." Grinning again Sinbad began to lead Ja'far away from the palace entrance and out towards the path that would lead them to the central market. 

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“Don’t take it so personal,” Judar slid his hands down until they hung at his side. He moved over to the king slowly. He shifted around so he was back to back with the king, drawing the pen out from the holder the monarch had placed it in, “I just don’t want to see you crushed before the game has started Sinbad.”

Judar turned the pen over in his hand, running the feather along the pad of his finger to separate the individual barbs of the feather. Judar listened in with a half-interested tune. He smiled at Sinbad’s statement to the grey faces, allotting himself a small chuckle as he leaned his back over the king.

“Always learning from your mistakes. When is it ever going to occur to you to learn before making a mistake?” The magi replied, shifting off the king’s back as Sinbad moved beneath him. He’d spent enough time touching the other anyways.

Judar spun around to see Sinbad resting a hand on his temple. The black magi grinned stepping close again. Perhaps he could bend his own rules and touch the king once more since he was so beautiful open to him. It was rare the oracle got to see Sinbad act so vulnerable, even if it was just the surface. All he received was cold gazes or condescending grins to his person. The sight of Sinbad actually acting weak like the human he was, was quite a treat for the oracle of Kou.

He brought himself over Sinbad slowly, pressing his chest on the other’s back. He could feel the king’s violet hair run along his bared stomach while his hands glossed over Sinbad’s shoulders. The magi nuzzled his face just barely against the left side of the king’s head. He could smell the metal of the man’s earring just shy of touching his lips. Judar closed his eyes, pulling his right hand back along the king’s shoulders which held the feathered pen.

“You always say these things, yet even in your voice I can tell how tired you are,” he husked against the king running the feather along Sinbad’s shoulder line, “I wonder… does Ja’far help you ease that tension?”

Judar shifted his head forward to allow himself a better view of Sinbad’s expression.

“I guess I better up the anti for him then,” with a seductive smile Judar flipped the pen in his hand, stabbing the pointed tip into the king’s shoulder with a bright laugh. He was sure Sinbad would retaliate immediately as blood began to collect at the sight of the wound, so he hoped back throwing up a borg around himself to be sure.

“You exalt yourself so greatly you can’t even see what a thin rope you’re clinging to stupid king. If you won’t be my king you will fall, and you will fall by me. Don’t kid yourself into thinking you’re above that. No one is going to save you from it because that is also your fate my precious Singularity.”

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Judar was being too close, too willing to breach the space between them, and it wasn't something that could be missed by the monarch. With every brush of their beings Sinbad could feel his body quivering a hidden warning, his mind reeling at whatever game Judar was trying to play here. 

For that was all this ever really was to Judar.

A game.

One that Sinbad was painfully aware needed to be played by the Magi's rules. 

Hands falling from where they had been Sinbad waits for Judar to make his move, ignoring the way his skin crawls when those lips brush his earring and the other's skin slides against his. It was another touch. Another warning. Perhaps he should've acted then but the king was far too much of a fan of waiting, of feeling out which wave to ride upon, when the waves were dictated and created by his opponent - a magi. That would inevitably be his downfall in this case when Judar finally breached a territory that Sinbad did not speak openly about. 

Ja'far. 

How Judar knew of their hidden actions with one another Sinbad would never know. Not even his generals were able to surmise there being anything amiss in their relationship. However Judar liked to be on the ball with this kind of stuff so it went without saying that he would figure it out sooner or later. The question then was whether or not he had relayed this information to Al-Sarmen and what this would mean later on. 

"It's none of your business."

How many times had he spoken those words to Judar?

How many times would they be ignored?

It didn't matter. It never mattered. Not when Judar was already moving on to his original and most apparent goal of starting a fight. 

"Tch-!!"

Red flashed for a brief moment across Sinbad's vision as the pain bore down upon him. Suppressing whatever sounds of pain he had been ready to make the monarch's hand flew up not to strike Judar but to instead grab at the pen still embedded within his shoulder. A moment later and Sinbad was yanking it out, the blood which had already been dewing upon his clothes coming out in full force. His arm felt a numbing effect immediately,the tingling sensation causing Sinbad to grit his teeth while the pen is dropped onto his chair so that his hand could stifle the blood. A moment later and the monarch was standing, pulling himself to his full height, to stare the magi down. It had been years since Sinbad had ever fallen prey to his anger and done anything  out of a rash decision. Even the last time the Magi was here he had called Ja'far down so as to prevent a full scale battle of taking place right there in Sindria.

Humoring Judar and putting up with him, however, were two different things. 

"Haven't you already learned that killing me is the only route left available to you? It is unfortunate for you though that I will not allow that to happen until the day fate has been fixed. So don't worry no amount of work nor any gray faced strangers will weaken me. You'll have your turn at destroying me Judar.

If this was all you came here for then consider your point understood."

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Her king was a kind and generous soul. He was beautiful and kind. Magnetic. She adored him above all else, in truth, Sinbad was her number one man in her life. He was so dear to her. The blonde girl tilted her chin up with a small smile as she quietly nodded. “I’d like that,” she’d truly enjoy that.  

The blonde girl reached out and her tiny hand encased two of his fingers. The young girl took a step closer to him and she pressed her cheek against his palm. Her lips pressed against the sailor’s palm before she chirped, “Let’s go!"  

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Pisti's eagerness widened Sinbad's smile. The gesture of her adoration was hardly something unusual for the king to experience from one of his beloved generals however it still meant far more to him than anything else. Perhaps it played into his constant worry that they did not yet understand what they were getting into but the quiet devotion and unwavering loyalty often times left Sinbad speechless out of his gratitude for their willingness to assist him with their power. 

"Of course."

With a twist of his wrist Sinbad was curving his hand around so that he could grip Pisti's own with what few fingers her smaller hand was able to grab. With a hurried but delighted glance he held on just as the two began rushing towards the palace entrance where hopefully all that would be left upon their arrival would be a slow drizzle. 

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“Well of course, my king-! Birds aren’t active all day, just like us. But I’ll try right not to call some~”

She took the red flute from her headband and blew into it, a high pitched sound filling the air. Several seconds later, two large white birds perched themselves on the ground next to the general and her king. Pisti mounted her favorite bird as usual, and left the bigger one for the purple haired King.

“Are you ready to go, Sinbad?”

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Sinbad wishes he wasn't active all day. If he could he would mimic Masrur more and find some secret hideaway where he was free to escape his work. Instead though he was always being forced to flee, and in this case, depend on his more kind hearted generals. 

"I appreciate it."

Whether or not he was speaking to Pisti or the birds was unclear as Sinbad trailed a hand along the feathers of the bird which landed near him. While Pisti had crawled more quickly on the monarch took his time to appraise the specimen before finally hitching up his clothes so as to more easily mount the giant creature. 

"My life is in your hands then, Pisti."

Hands seeking the correct feathers to grip Sinbad prepared for the inevitable lurch that would follow the girls next commands for the birds.

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There's a small stutter in the next breath Sinbad draws into his lungs as that hand brushes against his cock with every thrust, the caress of fingers not something he's accustomed to; it makes the king shiver, unused to such straightforward motions and the appearance of total subjugation from his secret lover. What he would have given to be able to look down upon this sight appraisingly, for the sort of mind that was clear enough to bear witness to this image of pure vulgarity, but such wishes could not even be hoped to be given voice at that moment.  For everything about Ja'far lights him up, makes Sinbad feel weak, but the new adrenaline pulsing in his veins makes the entire situation much smoother and brings a desire for caving into that security of the advisor's touch. 

Sinbad's mouth greedily takes more of the man's lips, teeth grazing, tongue flattening over the roof of his mouth and sucking as an afterthought. The breaking of their drooling embrace was only granted by the roll of Sinbad's eyes while his body drove him to continue in fulfilling Ja'far's wishes. 

"Haaaa-!!"

Hands falling to the sand Sinbad's fingers curl into the dirt and clench down tightly as he pistons hard. Over the years the monarch had taken to bed many women, his voice during those times was always so tame - cooing at them, edging them with his sweet nothings and occasional bedroom talk; But Sinbad liked most of all when he laid with Ja'far. When he couldn't control himself or his voice around him. Only him. There was a possessiveness there that made him clench down even more tightly upon the sand, gritting his teeth as he slams up into him with a barely allowable force, burying himself so deep into that tight heat squeezing him.

"Aa-"

Burying his face against the other's neck, tongue laving up the curve of his throat, sucking hard to raise dark marks along his nape, his teeth scrape over his advisor's collarbone as he feels a telltale shudder tear through him. Thrusting up wantonly now, abusing Ja'far's prostate, he angles up into him a final time before his stamina tears some of the sand from underneath his feet.

Sinbad comes in hot pulses inside of his lover, groaning and twitching as he makes those final draws in and out of him to milk himself with Ja'far's tightness and further please the other, muttering his name against sweaty skin while fatigue drags his mind down.

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He might not have room to argue, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to look less than pleased about the verdict. Having been unable to get his way, Ja’far was forced to answer with his usual formality of ‘as you wish’ before he too went off in the opposite direction towards his bedchambers. 

He was also the first one to arrive at the location Sinbad previously specified to meet. Gone was his official Sindrian garb and keffiyeh, only to be replaced with something far more simple with green and black accents and a turban that tied behind his head. 

At least the sleeves were long enough, he thought. Goad him into wearing casual all you want, but he absolutely refused to wear anything that would make his weapon visible to the public or potential threats. Even in Sindria, there would always be a tiny element of danger.

So he waited quietly for his king to arrive, allowing the occasional brief conversation with passing maids or cleaners that ventured his way in the meantime. 

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With Ja'far's confirmation of returning Sinbad moved to his own room to prepare. Unlike with the advisor the man took a bit more time getting ready due to a need to tend to his metal vessels. It was clear he couldn't leave them behind but it was also apparent that he couldn't go out and possibly hope to be unrecognizable. In the end the monarch was forced to suck it up and wear them visibly while he went out to seek Ja'far's company. 

"If you showed up early can I take that to mean you are excited for this?"

When he finally strolled up outside Sinbad looked far more relaxed than he had been in a while, even appearing to be taking his time to look around as if to make sure there was no one who could recognize him-

Although of course every one did. 

"So much for incognito."