A request.
Fearful of Touch
Summary: Moses couldn't help but feel the fear of Ramses even though he knows he been under some type of drug that wipe the memory out of his mind. He doesn't want to reveal the truth to Ramses.
Warnings: AU, ooc, language, past dub con, past drugged up Ramses
'NO PLEASE STOP RAMSES!' The words echoes in Moses's mind as he walks to the palace. His heart races and hands becomes sweaty. He gulps as fear turns into terror. He doesn't want to go but the word and mission is to great.
"Moses."
His blood disappears from his face as he meets Ramses's eyes. They are clear. Not that time where they were pitch black and a glazed look to them. He shivers hoping it doesn't get noticed. He gives a hesitant smile.
"Ramses."
"It been so long," Ramses breathes relief thick in his voice and goes to pull Moses in a hug.
He notice how stiff Moses became and given him a concern look. "Are you alright Moses?"
"Yes," Moses said feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest while fighting off the onslaught of memories of the touch and hands roaming his body.
His cries gets swallowed by harsh and bruising kisses. The harsh taking of Ramses having him in every turn. It gone on for several days until it goes out of his system. It left an everlasting effect on Moses. He became fearful of men touching more specifically Ramses' s touch.
"Moses what's wrong?" Ramses's voice breaks through the thick clouds rumbling in his mind.
"Let the slaves go," Moses chokes staring with wide fearful eyes as Ramses moves closer lifting a hand making Moses to flinch away.
"What's with you Moses? Why should I let them go." Ramses demands feeling angry and hurt by Moses's flinching away from him.
"It's nothing," Moses said starting to shake and wrap his arms around him taking several steps back. "Please Ramses let the Slaves go before things become terrible. I'm begging of you!"
"I will once you tell me what's wrong with you," Ramses replies not expecting when Moses shouts out.
"YOU RAPED ME THAN LEFT ME TO FEND FOR MYSELF IN THE DESERT! ALL THE BRUISES AND PAIN I WAS IN. THE CONDITIONS WAS HORRIBLE! OF ALL THINGS I TRIED TO FORGIVE AND FORGET SINCE YOU BEEN DRUGGED!" Moses sobs falling on to his knees rocking back and forth. "Please let the slaves go. I'll leave as well so you don't have to have me disgrace your family."
The tears and broken look in Moses's eyes takes Ramses's breath away. The locked up memories comes to mind. How harsh and terrible he been. Those cries he sworn been from passion not from fear. He became enraged after Moses left. He been ready to truly court him. He scowls looking away.
"Free the slaves." Ramses orders before walking off leaving a terrified and broken man shock but the tears of are bittersweet in a way.
As such that moment two young slaves maybe no older than their early teens at best goes to Moses. If one truly look they would have seen how they resemble the pain pharaoh but no one look close enough seeing the former prince of Egypt in their features. With their help Moses leaves with one last despondent look and leads the free slaves to the others that will lead them out of Egypt. He and a few others separate from the group heading back farther in the desert where their home been made at a small homestead.