Title: Looking Away

Summary: Atem is a tyrannous pharaoh hated throughout Egypt. One day, Yugi is snatched away from his mother together with other boys to be selected by the pharaoh for pleasuring. As their relationship starts off in anguish and hatred, Yugi comes to understand the turmoil in which the pharaoh lives.

Warning: a bunch of violence, rape on several occasions, angst, depression, … not for the light-hearted, yaoi (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: turmoil

Yugi peeked between the gap of the closet in which his mother told him to hide. He trembled in an uncontrollable fear but nevertheless tried to control his breathing. It happened every so often in the city of Tanis, but he would never get used to it. Every time it happened, his mother told him to hide in the closet and not make a sound. Usually, she would then wait in the same room with a creaked door through which she lurked outside. Sometimes, guards from the royal palace came in, sometimes they didn't. When they did, all Yugi could think was that he had to pretend he was dead in order to survive.

"Get back here you filthy brat!"

Outside, mothers were yelling and children were crying. Boys around the age of twelve were snatched from their mothers' loving embrace and thrown on the carriage where another guard cuffed their wrists with a rope. They collected about ten boys every month or two and then took them to the royal palace, but they never returned. No one knew what happened to him, and several rumours spread across the city that the pharaoh murdered them for pleasure, used them to practice witchcraft, rape them or train them as child-soldiers for his army. No one really knew the truth, but everyone was wise enough to hide their children and never find out. Yugi's mother had managed to hide her son long enough for him to now be fourteen, so even if the guards would find him, they might let him go considering his age. And yet there was one problem.

Yugi had gorgeous violet eyes. He had a rare pale skin because his mother never let him outside as a way of protection. He was slender and elegant, perfectly angled in his face and shining, wild-growing hair with blonde bangs framing his face. He wasn't really tall, not that it bothered his beauty, but it could make one think he was younger then he actually was. That's why his mother was so protective over him, he was too beautiful.

Yugi pierced his eyes shut when a guard ran over the door and his mother fell down. He held his breath as not to yell when a second guard grabbed her by her dress and shook her violently while yelling in her face. The other one paced down the house to check every room in the shack, but no one else was there.

"YOUR NEIGHBOURS TOLD US YOU HAD A SON, NOW WHERE IS HE!" The soldier demanded and ripped of a part of her dress. Yugi watched in agony as he spread her legs and forced himself in between, his mother yelling and crying while trying to push him off, but the other guard grabbed her arms and pinned her down.

Behind them, the door to a closet swung open and a boy jumped out, hurrying to his mother to kick off the man who was assaulting her. As he screamed his battle cry, the guard picked him up without much effort and Yugi continued the kicking while being lifted in the air.

"The pharaoh will like this one."

"Take him to the carriage."

Fortunately, they had stopped and let go of his mother, instead focusing their attention on their newly recruited catch.

"NO! YUGI!"

Yugi reached out for his mother's hand whom had followed the two guards outside, stumbling on her feet but desperate to retrieve her son. She cried out her son's name before being pushed to the ground, watching as her child was put next to other boys his age in the carriage.

"PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM! YUGI!"

"MAMA!"

With a strict whip, the horses began trotting towards the palace, taking with them the stolen children from the crying mothers around it. Yugi watched with tears in his eyes as his mother yelled out his name over and over and grew smaller and smaller with every step they took. Around him, children only slightly younger then him were crying hysterically as a guard told them to shut up. Everything was chaotic, and Yugi flinched when one of the boys was thrown into the river because he was screaming too loud. He stared frantic at the boy they were driving away from, drowning in the water.

*...*

"On your knees!" Two guards yelled and stroke with their whips. Eight boys, including Yugi, were lined up next to each other, their hands tied together behind their backs, in what appeared to be some sort of throne room in a palace. Yugi didn't know where exactly they were because they had covered their faces with linen sacks before their arrival. He hissed when a guard whipped his back again while running down the line to ensure all the boys sat straight. Most of them had stopped crying, the fear having now completely taken over. They didn't know what was going to happen to him.

The loud opening of a door broke the sobbing silence of the room, and it closed immediately after. Yugi tried to see what was going on, but couldn't look up or the guards would hit him again. All he saw was the trampling of feet around the room. They all wore shoes, which is already an exception as it is because no one in the part of the city where he lived did, but one pair caught his attention most. The legs were covered in golden ornaments and the shoes looked more expensive. They clacked around the room, to the start of the line of children, greeted by a soldier.

"The boys, my King."

The man he addressed didn't bother to answer, instead, it walked straight toward Yugi. Afraid, Yugi shifted his gaze to the ground. His body stiffened when the same golden-clad legs halted right in front of him.

A hand snatched his face up by his chin, and Yugi looked back in dreadful blood-shed eyes. He began trembling uncontrollably as the hand titled his face to the side in an inconsiderate manner, unsure if he should look back at the figure.

"Rise."

Hesitantly, Yugi got on his feet and shakily stood in front of the ominous figure who stood dangerously close next to him.

"Look at me."

Granting the demand, Yugi returned the glare he received from the man in front of him. His dark red eyes had deepened and grown bigger as it seemed, while he grinned back venomously. Yugi watched intently while the man in front of him checked him out, his eyes feasting over every corner of his body, resting at his face and staring back at his eyes which made Yugi feel uncomfortable. He felt like the man was undressing him with his eyes, and the stares were everything but pleasant.

"Where did you find this one?" The man asked no one in particular, keeping his eyes on the specimen in front of him. Yugi noticed how indulging his voice was but kept his senses sharp nonetheless. The man was dressed in a silken white robe with several golden ornaments around his hip, neck and arms. On his forehead, a golden eye rested and waved behind in wings that brushed back the sides of untamable hair.

"His mother had apparently been hiding him in the house ever since he was born. The neighbours told us they had never seen him until recently, by accident."

"I see."

Yugi shriveled at the touch, fighting back the urge to cry when the man touched his cheek, caressing it with the back of his hand. He indulged every frantic move and sound the boy in front of him made, purring happily at how innocent and pure the boy seemed. Yugi tried hard to evade his eyes, even if the man told him to look at him, there was but an unpresent gaze in his eyes that betrayed fear.

"Get him ready."

With that said, the gold-clad man turned on his heels and released his grip on the boy, trotting away in a pace followed by two guards. As Yugi released a heavy breath he had been holding in, two maids grabbed him and dragged him along the room. The short moment in which Yugi had allowed himself to relax was soon replaced with reborn panic. He was dragged to a different room, unbeknownst of what would happen to him from here on out.

Once inside, the two women made no attempt to comfort the frightened boy and began undressing him as if they'd done it so many times before. They pushed him in a container of water perfumed with different herbs like lavender and lemon grass while washing his body and hair. The whole ordeal was estranged and unpleasant. They were careless and inconsiderate in their movements, their touches rough and unbothered. They raised his arms while washing him, slightly pulled his hair and spread his legs heedlessly to clean every part of the boy as quickly as possible, then dragged him back out in frantic movements and began drying him off, pulled clothes over his head and grabbed his arms and legs to cover every naked part of his body with gold and jewelry. And when they were ready, Yugi was pushed through the door inside what seemed like a bedroom, as if being thrown in the lion's den.

Unaware of where he was, there was one thing Yugi was certain of: he was amongst royalty. Yet he didn't know if he was surrounded by but a third-rank priest or the actual real deal, the pharaoh. If it was indeed the pharaoh, he was certain to face death sooner or later. Not one boy from his slave village had returned alive. Sometimes they brought back the body for the family to mourn, sometimes none was said and the people never talked about it, pretending it had never happened. Either way, Yugi's death was already determined.

He was scared and yet, took the liberty of skimming through the room and suck in every detail of it, searching for anything that might help him to his path of escape. The room was large, about the surface of 10 puny houses in his slave village. It was decorated with ancient mythology about their land painted at the top of pillars and walls, finished off with golden details in floral patterns. The entire left wall was open and held up by about five broad columns, leading to a tall balcony with a splendid view over the gardens. And in the middle there stood a large, king-sized bed with pillars and curtains draped around it. It appealed to Yugi, he had never slept in a bed like that, the only thing he had back home was a pile of hay with a ragged blanket covering it up. He was allured by the appearance of the room radiating royalty, and yet he could not find anything to help him break out of this place. The only thing he could come up with was jumping off the balcony leading to a certain death, but he wasn't ready to welcome that thought yet. So he sat on the side of the bed and waited for whatever doom was about to fall on his shoulders, holding the pillar at the foot of the bed in an attempt to grab onto something, wishing it was his mother he was holding. Shrieking cries pierced his eyes and allowed him to escape his tears over the loss of his mother, never to see her again. This was it, he would die here, and no one could help him, not even the gods.

It was only as darkness turned to the land of the sun that there was finally movement around the empty room Yugi was waiting in. He looked up when the door opened, revealing the beauty of the man he had seen more recently that day. He looked tired and retreated, followed by three maids of which two Yugi recognized as the women whom had dressed him. They followed their master in the room and began taking off every jewelry cladding the man's body: his bracelets, his earrings, his crown, everything, until nothing was left but the virgin white robe he wore made of the finest silk. Yugi stood from afar, his face in awe while watching every movement behind the pillar with which he hid himself, doubtful about what to do. As the maids finished, the man stepped aside and walked towards him, Yugi hiding away behind the bed's poster in an attempt to protect himself. His meek face was curved wryly in fear, and the man yanked it towards him to take a better look at it. He admired the beauty of the young boy, but the straight line from his lips curled downwards as he frowned ferociously.

"How many times have I told you not to put on all that crap?!"

Aggressively, he yanked Yugi's arm and pulled off the golden bracelet, only to throw it towards one of the maids who was still present in the room. She writhed in pain as the cold metal hit her head and protected herself by holding her arms in front of her as he kept throwing one item after the other in her face.

"Get out!"

The maid ran outside, and Yugi chucked uncomfortably. He was now also only wearing the robe the maids had given him and, even if he was still fully clothed except for the golden jewels, felt naked. A shiver ran through his spine when the man fixed his gaze back to him and continued the gaping and undressing with his eyes. Yugi's face frowned in apprehension. The man had a teasing expression on his face that almost mocked him. Yugi fell back on the bed and breathed faster as the man crawled on top of him, smirking while his face gazed above Yugi's at an arm-spread distance.

"What do the people in your village say about me?"

Tentatively, he leaned in closer and breathed in the smell of Yugi's freshly-washed skin, making Yugi visually shiver in fear. He hesitantly touched the man's chest and in a pathetic attempt pushed him off with poor strength. As a return, the man above his grinned wickedly and turned his eyes to lock them with his violet ones.

"That I kill little children for fun? Or something else?"

Yugi was dumbstruck. Reality sunk in that the stranger toying with him was indeed the pharaoh, a visual nightmare coming true. He couldn't bring himself to answer, too busy worrying what was going to happen to him, afraid that, if he would answer with the truth, it would only coax the pharaoh further.

"I asked you a question, slave."

The tanned man's fingers pierced in Yugi's cheeks, forcing his mouth slightly open to submit him into talking. Yugi shook his head but his hand was tightly grabbing him.

"Witchcraft," he blurted out before the pharaoh finally let go. "The army," he then continued, seeing as how the man obviously eyed him for more answers. "And... rape." The last part was rather a whisper then an answer, but it seemed to amuse the pharaoh as he started laughing like a psychopath.

"Witchcraft? I haven't heard that one before! Interesting." As the laughing diminished, the wicked smile ever so present, his hand brushed through Yugi's tricoloured hair which was surprisingly soft for a slave's, and it pleased the pharaoh. "Which one do you think is true?"

Yugi hesitated. He wasn't sure if perhaps this was but a mere test the King put him through to play with his mind. "Murder," he answered, biting his bottom lip when the weight of the man's body plopped down on him heavily. He was having a hard time breathing, may it be from the weight or the panic, but tears managed to escape his eyes again.

"Ah, sorry to disappoint you," he grinned. His face was now buried in the boy's neck, the heat of his breath burning on the pink skin. He licked his lips hungrily when another shiver ran through the body below him. Viciously, he pierced his teeth in the virgin skin, pinning down the spasming body underneath that quivered violently and squealed in pain like a little girl. Yugi tried to shake him off by twitching his body in every possible direction, desperate to take control of the situation, but his body was too weak and fragile to ever hope overcoming the Pharaoh's. He cried uncontrollably with every unholy touch the man held him, his hands sliding from his chest to his hips which he arched closer towards his own pelvis. With a gruesome smile, he lifted up the dress of the boy underneath him and forced his legs in between, spreading the child's brutally. In the moment where both the man's arms tried to force open his legs, Yugi shot up his back, his fist ready to strike the other man's face, but it was blocked by his own sturdy hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

From underneath the mattress, he revealed a small dagger with sharp point that he rested against Yugi's neck. Drops of sweat formed on Yugi's forehead, fixedly watching the blade next to him. The Pharaoh had no intention of using the knife, at least not on any visible part of Yugi's milky skin. He thought the boy too angelic to harm the beauty of his body, but that didn't mean he couldn't threaten him with it.

With a strong swing, he trapped the blade in the wooden poster of the bed above his head so that Yugi couldn't reach it. Once that was over, his venomous smile returned desperate to continue the game of cruelty. He pulled higher his own robe and settled in between Yugi's legs, one hand holding his hips while the other pinned Yugi's hands above his head. Even while trying to get loose now, Yugi was unable to move a muscle and all he could do was kick the air frantically with his feet. His head swung back in pain when he felt something nudge his entrance and then penetrate him barbarically. Tears swelled in his eyes and shed sidewards as he titled his head to look away with tightly closed eyes. He tried no to think about what was happening to him, but the pain was so strong that it always drove him back to reality. He cried out loud when the man pulled out again, only to push himself right back in at inconsiderate speed, his nails piercing the soft skin of his hips to draw them closer. The man's moans sounded disgusting in Yugi's ears but it was all he could hear except for the creaking of the bed in which he was being raped. With the little strength he had, he kicked and stumped his feet desperately for this torture to end, but to no avail. He felt his own body succumb and give up, wishing for it to be over as quickly as possible, for the Pharaoh to fulfill his hunger and finish his practices so that the pain at least would stop. Yugi screamed and cried thrust after violent thrust, rolling away his face when the Pharaoh's came closer to devour his neck. The moans the tanned man made in pleasure were muffled in Yugi's throat. He released a satisfied sound every time he pushed back in and felt the tightness around him suck him deeper due to the natural reaction of the boy's body to drive him out. His cries of pain and distress were arousing and it drove him to a sexual instinct that was desperate to be pleased. This boy underneath his was gorgeous, pure, divine, a virgin at that deprived of his innocence by Atem's selfishness. He groaned beastly when the first rushes of climax jolted through his body, exiting it through the source of his pleasure inside of Yugi. The boy cried in agony as he felt the burning seed enter his body and coat every inch of his inside. The Pharaoh pumped in a few more rounds, riding out his orgasm as some of the seamen leaked out but continued none the less. The sight he beheld was cherubic: the boy lying underneath him, defeated, panting heavily and eyes delirious from abuse. He could go for another round, after all he was still hard, so he decided not to be bothered about it and did. His quick pace in thrusting from before continued, forcing every inch of his still hard cock inside for him to indulge into further pleasure. Yugi spread his eyes in agony. He had hoped that, after coming, the Pharaoh would've let him go, but it was much worse than that. Even after having tainted his body with his cream, he mercilessly continued pounding in without even considering the pain Yugi was in. Yugi felt every thrust burn his skin from the inside, leaving a mark that would remain for the rest of his life and haunt his every dream from here on out. His yelling died down in a hopeless surrender, bouncing along with the rhythm the Pharaoh had created for his own pleasure. It was too late now, he was already raped into submission, no one could help him anymore, not even his mother. From all the things that could happen to him, he would've probably wished to be murdered instead, everything was better than living the life of a whore for the rest of his days. His fate was sealed, and with that he would be abused until the Pharaoh grew tired of him and replaced him with a new specimen, another boy, perhaps more beautiful.

Atem came a second time, this time slipping out of the tight entrance of his property to splatter the boy's pink chest with his cream. He waited until every drop was spilled and let go of the still pinned hands above the boy's head. He breathed heavily, exhausted from the intense exercise.

Once the Pharaoh had retreated his hands, Yugi felt a last bit of courage pumping through his heart that urged him to take himself to a safer place. Battered and bruised, he rolled over and began crawling in shame towards the other end of the bed. He fell off due to a lack of strength drained from his body and ended on the floor with a loud thud. Instead of resting, he forced his body to crawl far away, to a corner in the room in the hopes of offering protection. There, he writhed together like a fetus and began weeping. Atem watched the shameless act and chuckled, but not in a laughing way, it was rather a chuckle of pity.

"Guards!"

Yugi flinched, his eyes shut open like dinner-plates. Was this it? Was he going to get killed, now that the Pharaoh had stolen his purity? Two guards that had been standing outside at the door entered.

"Get him out of here."

Without further due, one of the guards launched forward and grabbed the boy's hair. Yugi screamed while the man pulled it, dragging him on his heels along through the entire palace, until they arrived at a shabby cabin where he was thrown in. His still sore body hit the hard stones on the floor, and behind him the door was being closed and securely locked. With his last bit of his energy, he managed to stumble to a heap of hay that was being provided as bed, where he lulled himself to sleep with bitter tears.

Ah, so sorry for the dark Atem character that I created, I am evil.

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