I'm sure many of you will probably recognize this, so allow me to make a couple of notes: I am only reuploading this because it has been repeatedly requested of me. Nothing about this has changed since it was last published. I have not made any edits, alterations, or additions. Azizi Eshe was never finished, and likely will never be finished. My collaborator from this project is no longer someone I associate with, but this is still as much their effort as mine, so I cannot and will not take full credit for this. There are aspects of these stories that are incredibly triggering and problematic, and for that I apologize. These were written five to six years ago, and my style and preferences for content have long since changed, but I am not motivated enough to adapt this fanfiction (hence merely reuploading it).

If my memory serves, my collaborator wrote the odd chapters for NB, and I wrote the even.

Chapter One

Show Me How You
Drake

Forced to my knees, I knelt in front of the only person in Egypt who really mattered: the Pharaoh. Sure, I knew who he was. Everybody knew who he was, but did I ever expect to be in his palace? No, of course I didn't; but here I was on my knees with a dozen other young men who had been taken from their families.

"Do any of these boys suit what you're looking for, My Pharaoh?" One guard, who was standing next to me, asked. He had been the man who showed up at my family's small house; he told us that we hadn't paid our taxes and that, since we could not afford to pay them, he would have to take my parents' oldest son to work on new pyramids being built next to the Great Pyramids of Ancient Egypt.

I was their oldest son.

However, the guards brought me, as well as a dozen other boys around my age to the palace first. I didn't understand it, nor did I question it. Who was I to speak against royalty when I had less status than a peasant?

The Pharaoh, at least I assumed it was the Pharaoh (I was too afraid to even look up at the man), sighed, pacing down the row of boys, just becoming men in front of him. "No. None of these boys are what I want." He huffed, sounding extremely displeased. I held my breath as he neared my end of the line. I was terrified that we would all end up with our heads rolling, quite literally.

Two feet stopped in front of me. "You," the Pharaoh said, kneeling down in front of me. I was shaking, and I wondered if he could actually see my frame trembling.

"What's your name?" he asked, reaching out and taking my chin into one of his hands, forcing me to look up at him. My eyes nearly started watering from how beautiful he was. I'd heard stories about how magnificent our ruler was, but I never imagined them to be so accurate.

His eyes were a crystal like blue, his lips a pale pink color. I imagined they would be soft against skin and another set of lips. His skin was tanned from the Egyptian sun that shined every day. We were all most tan in that respect, though I was paler than most.

Clinging to his frame was a light, silk top decorated with gold necklaces and cuffs wrapped around his wrists. Hieroglyphic tattoos decorated portions of his skin, and I imagined his back was probably covered in the ink. He was, after all, the pharaoh of Egypt.

Gracing in slim hips was a pair of bright white trousers that were actually extremely form-fitting. In Ancient times, a pharaoh would never wear such things, but with it being the thirty-first century such commodities had changed.

"D-Drake…" I whispered, waiting to tear my eyes away from the man's beauty—but I couldn't. He was intimidating, and I was just a lowly farm boy. What would the Pharaoh ever want with me?

A smile tugged at his beautiful lips. "You are exactly what I've been looking for…" he whispered, rubbing what I could only assume to be some speck of dirt off of my paler cheek, "how old are you, Drake?" he asked, his eyes penetrating right through to my soul; despite the hot temperature of Egypt, my blood ran cold.

"I just… turned eighteen, My Pharaoh…" I whispered. My brain couldn't formulate why the pharaoh of Egypt would have any interest in me whatsoever.

The man took my hands in his larger ones and he stood up, pulling me up with him. "Just old enough," he smiled, his eyes drifting over my frame from head to toe. He then looked away, still holding my hands tightly in his, and turned to his guards.

"This one will do quite nicely. Take the rest of them to the Pyramids and put them to work," he said, his voice surprisingly calm and undemanding.

My heart was beating against my chest, and I watched as the guards gathered the other young men, ushering them out of the palace walls and towards the construction zones of the new pyramids. Around me, the massiveness of the throne room appeared even more daunting as we became the only ones left. In the distance, the pyramids loomed in the desert.

"Why do you look so afraid?" he asked, one of his hands leaving my own. He rested it against my cheek, turning my head to face him; I wondered if he could hear my heart beating against my rib cage. That wasn't really possible was it? He didn't really know how nervous I was, did he?

"I'm just… confused, My Pharaoh," I whispered, turning my eyes away from his, but I didn't dare turn my entire head away from his gaze.

He chuckled, and I swore he was really one of the Gods in human form. It was just too rich and too beautiful. "About? Why I would want to keep you here?" he asked and I nodded without really meaning to.

"I've been looking for another servant for almost a year now, one to go along with the one I already have," he said, motioning to a beautiful blond I had not noticed before, with shocking pale skin much like my own. He was almost completely bare. Nothing but small shorts (I think, I wasn't really sure what they were), sandals, a lot of flattering jewelry, and makeup gracing his small frame.

"I know the word servant sounds… demeaning but it is a much better position than working on the construction of new pyramids; far less dangerous and far more glamorous."

"But… w-why me, My Pharaoh?" I asked, finally looking back at him. I shouldn't have questioned him but, surprisingly, he didn't get angry.

"Because you're just the kind of beauty I've been waiting for," he whispered next to my ear and he took me over to where the blond-haired man stood next to a glorious chair that I could only assume to be the Pharaoh's throne.

"Tommy?" said Pharaoh.

"Yes, My Pharaoh?" he asked, looking up.

"Take Drake to the wash rooms and have him cleaned up, will you?" Pharaoh asked the blond, who simply nodded and walked over to me, putting one arm around my shoulders.

"Come on," he whispered quietly, pulling me away from the Pharaoh. From what I had once heard in passing, the Pharaoh's name was Adam, though common folk would never even consider calling the pharaoh by his true name. It was blasphemy and simply unheard of. According to law, those who spoke out of term like that were severally punished.

Tommy took me down several winding halls, and by the time he pushed a small door that lead to a luxurious bathroom larger than my family's entire house put together, I was completely confused on how we had gotten here.

"I know you're confused and probably a little bit scared, but the pharaoh isn't such a bad guy. He's actually quite… nice," Tommy whispered, a small smile stretching across his lips.

He walked over to a far wall and opened a cabinet that blended in with the wall, pulling out a stack of items that looked similar to what he was wearing, and a rather large bath towel. The palace was designed as it had been in Ancient Egypt, but with all the modern technology provided by generations of progress to make living in it as comfortable as possible. Between where Tommy now stood and where I was standing, there was a large bathtub filled with steaming water; its size alone could have competed with a massive fountain. It was designed to look like a body of water and could fit dozens upon dozens of people in it. Within its extravagance, I could only be amazed.

"I'm just… I don't understand and I am scared…" I admitted, sighing softly. Soft, chocolate eyes met my own as he walked back around the tub to stand next to me.

"I know, but you don't have anything to be afraid of. As long as you do what's expected of you, the Pharaoh will treat you well." Tommy sat the clothing down on a small table. "Now strip."

I could practically feel a fire rushing over my features. "W-what?" I asked, blushing wildly and he smiled, giggling softly.

"Bashfulness will need to be taken care of quickly. The Pharaoh won't like that one bit. Well, he'll think it's cute, actually. But not forever." he said and his fingers nimbly started pealing my clothing from my body.

"What do you mean?" I asked, blushing even more as I became exposed to Tommy. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around myself, avoiding his eyes as much as I possibly could. With a sigh and a playful eye roll, Tommy more or less pushed me into the water, and when my head came above the surface again, he was sitting on the edge of the tub.

"The Pharaoh doesn't just use me for fetching things for him. He… uses certain servants for… other things. More… pleasurable things," he whispered, smiling just slightly. "He's always kind about it, but he will expect it from you."

I was pretty sure my heart stopped, and the blush only deepened. "You mean… sex?" I asked, my voice going a little hoarse, and suddenly my throat was closing up, my lips going dry. "That's why he wants me here: to have sex with me?!"

"Among other things," said Tommy, frowning a little as his eyes softened, "why is that so bad? A boy as appealing as you must be used to such activities?"

I was baffled at that. People always found me attractive, but nobody I grew up around had ever asked me such things. Nobody had ever been so blunt about taboo matters, things that only happened behind closed doors.

"Well… no, not really…" I whispered, my face brightening to a soft pink color.

Tommy blinked, seeming a little caught off guard. "Are you saying you've never had sex before?" he asked. My simple blush must have answered his question, "well, Pharaoh is going to love you even more than he first anticipated. He never really thought he would find a virgin. Not in these times. Hardly anyone managed to keep their virginity long…"

He almost sounded envious.

"But I… can't be a sex servant to the man who took me from my family," I argued, but made sure to keep my voice low. The last thing I needed was for the pharaoh to find out I was so against becoming his sex slave. "That guard tore me away from my family simply because we're poor. How could I… be so obedient and… intimate with the person who did that to me?" I asked, my voice trembling a little.

He frowned, sighing softly. "I know how you feel. The same thing happened to me a couple of years ago, but… he isn't wrong. This job takes a while to get used to, but it has a lot of perks that you would never dream of. It's… a lot better than being one of those boys shipped off to build pyramids. They believe in creating those just like Egyptians did in ancient times—absolutely no modern technology. It's stressful work and generally the people who work there don't really last very long."

As Tommy explained this to me, he reached out and began running his fingers through my hair. I liked it short, but lately I just hadn't had time to cut it. Off to the right side, the majority of my hair was tied into a sloppy ponytail. Bangs hung over the left side of my face and Tommy's fingers pulled the tie that held my hair together away, letting it fall all over. It was, more or less, about the length if my shoulders and it didn't look great when it was down, hence why I kept it up. For some reason, it looked decent in a lopsided pony tail.

Changing the subject, Tommy spoke once more. "Your hair is nice and soft, could just use a little bit of styling. The Pharaoh will love it though."

Tommy then ran shampoo through the dark brown locks and he lathered it up, scrubbing the filth from it. I felt dirty, but Tommy's fingers felt really good in my hair. He sighed and stood up, going to fetch a small pail, which he filled with water and poured over my hair. "You just need a little TLC…" he muttered, and he stripped off his jewelry and 'shorts' before he slipped into the water to join me. Though he'd expressed gentility, I slid away from him at first.

"Just relax," he whispered, and his hands snaked around my waist from behind.

He washed every inch of my body quite thoroughly, which left me blushing and embarrassed. But I realized I would have to get over my shyness. If the pharaoh wanted me to… have sex with him, I'd have to be open about my body and not be so… unwilling to have people touch me. Tommy touching me was even too much; I couldn't imagine the pharaoh's hands roaming over my bare skin.

"Are you alright?" Tommy murmured into my ear, his hands massaging soap into my shoulder blades. He'd already cleaned everything else.

"This is all just… a lot to digest, but I suppose there really isn't much I can do about it," I replied, still rigid into his soft hands. He chuckled, rinsing the last of the soap off of my body before he ventured over the side of the tub, hoisting himself out of the water. I blushed for the tenth time in the last hour and looked away from his bare back side. How could the pharaoh compare me to this man's beauty? Why would he ever need anything more than Tommy?

"You'll get used to it, I promise," he said, drying off before pulling his lack of clothing back on. "Now come out so we can style your hair and get you dressed."

I didn't exactly want Tommy to watch me naked but I didn't really have much opposition to him, so I climbed out, keeping my hands folding neatly in front of me.

He had me sit down in front of a vanity, and he took a pair of scissors to my hair, simply shaping the length. I wished he would have cut it short, but the pharaoh wouldn't have liked it. At least, that was my impression from Tommy's opinion. For being a servant, he seemed very intuitive with Pharaoh's wants.

He styled it back up into the lopsided pony tail and let the other side flop down, framing my face. It looked like my old hair, just neater and more attractive. He started on my makeup, which made my face look… beautifully shocking and the helped me get dressed. I felt like I wasn't wearing anything, but at least my most private regions were covered.

"Our Pharaoh is going to love you," Tommy said, smiling and taking one of my hands. He led me out of the bathroom and all the way back to the throne room, and when Pharaoh's eyes fell upon me, I flushed more than I ever had before.

The look on his face told me I looked like I was something to eat.