Author's Notes: As I said, it's rather a fast passed story with not that many chapters, from what I can see, it's rather smooth and lots of fun, enjoy.
Warning(s): M. Yaoi. (boy/boy)Sex Scenes AHEAD! Spoilers names and some events. Disclaimer see first chapter.
Chapter 2: Getting to Know.
They rode all through the night and it had left Malik stiff and tried when he was shoved into what looked like a bedchamber, in a tent. Rugs of all kinds covered the ground. The bed however did look inviting; with the mount of pillows and silk sheets that Malik could just lay on and drift off to sleep for days, if he wasn't so damn frightened.
"I see you approve." Malik jerked away and backed up at the smug tone and getting himself tangled up in the chain that was connected from the bed to his ankle. He fell over and swiftly got to his feet. "You might as well kill me now; I'll not summit to you, ever!" Malik yelled at him, but his voice and the look in his eyes didn't hold the some determination that the words should have.
"Calm down." The thief narrowed his eyes and then rolled them. "I'm not into taking what's not willingly given." The thief grinned; it wasn't entirely true, he did steal and what he took wasn't freely given. The thief gracefully removed bits of clothing as he approached the other; Malik was hoping the thief was preparing for sleep.
Malik watched wide eyed and flushed and shifted on his feet nervously and looked about at anything that would help keep his eyes off the thief's well toned tanned body. "Are you a virgin?" The thief smugly whispered in his ear. Malik stumbled backwards only to come up short because of the chain about his ankle, wondering at what point did the other get so close. The thief lent in, grabbing Malik's hips and holding it flush against his own, both chest to chest. "I'll be gentle and forceful and the pleasure will be mind blowing, if you give yourself over to me." He nibbled and bit at Malik's ear and neck.
"Bed myself with the likes of you, never!" Malik hissed pushing the thief from him, tried and failed; he felt a wash of tears burn at his eyes as hands so skilfully ran over his sides and back and the way the other was holding him against him, didn't help his resolve.
"Cast away what morals you have for a life that you have been thrown from. You are mine now, the Pharaoh said it and it shall be done." The Thief hissed mockingly in his ear and Malik yelped and cried out as he was picked up and dropped onto the bed and the thief king looming over him, hands removing what clothing Malik had on.
"I don't..." Malik bit his lip unsure and damn well terrified out of his mind; he didn't know where he had been taken and he was with man that could kill him at any time. Malik wasn't stupid; he paid attention to all the stories. He was lost and alone and no one was coming to help him, despite hearing the Pharaoh's calls when the thief fled with him. The guards would only search for him for a day or two, if that.
"I take in all the unwanted." The thief tried to ease him. "I'll be all you need; I'll be your mentor, your friend, your brother and your lover. I'll wash away the loneliness if you give me the chance." The funny thing was, the thief king sounded so sincere. Malik knew he was after only one thing.
His body.
Malik was trembling that badly that he was sure the thief could feel it through the bed, thinking came hard for him when he was trying to keep the other's hands off him... gods they were everywhere, all over his body and at all the right places.
Malik moaned weakly seeming to have his strength taken from him from all the struggling and how easy it was for the thief to pin him down and hold him in place. The thief's hand cupped his rear, and his chest pushed Malik further into the mattress. Oh Gods. It felt so wrong, this intrusion against him, but at the same time, it was so different, and it awakened so many strange new emotions inside him that he'd never experienced anything in his life before that held so much passion and lust.
He was shocked at how fast he become aroused and worried at how quickly the thief moved and had him. The thief ran a hand down Malik's chest, stomach and thighs, bending them on the bed and at the same time undid the clamps on his own pants.
Malik hadn't even gotten the chance to say anything. In the back of his mind it told him to be more vigilant around the other if he had a future after tonight. "Don't be ashamed." He purred into Malik's ear liking the blush. "You have a great body."
Malik moaned and covered his face with his hands as more tears fell, was this what his life was headed for. He was highly educated and raised in a world of nobility. Not for this, he wasn't meant for such crude and vulgar treatment. His hands were removed from his face and pinned together by only one hand of the thief, who grinned down at him.
Malik wasn't sure if he liked that grin or not, there was just something about it, that was wicked and a since of self satisfaction and accomplishment in just a small twitch of the thief's lips.
Malik did not like that grin at all or the man above him, he never would.
Thief was too far gone, shaking. He wanted the other so much. He needed to have him, to take him then and there. His animalistic lust ignored judgement as it so often did in bed, and he bit down hard on Malik's lip, just to hear a another cry, out of all the thief took to his bed were always willing, with the cliché words and moaning in his ear and they had turned and ravaged him, but in a good way... but this one, through tears of fear and soft please that had quietened and the body willing. It drove him on.
The thief king was almost done in by the heat and tightness of the body under him. Yes, this would be the best treasure he had ever taken and how he could mould this one into what he wanted with a little time and the Pharaoh would regret what he had done.
Malik arched off the bed with a cry, his heels dug into the mattress, his hands on the thief's shoulder as he tried to push himself away. The thief held him in place, a gasp falling from his own lips and he massaged Malik's rear and thighs... Malik didn't get a chance to collect himself or keep up on what the other was doing to him. The thief ground his hips into the other. Malik lost his voice, his protested died in his throat and replaced by gasps, so he gripped onto the other above him, the thief could have his body but not his heart or soul or mind.
The thief set a pace that he was custom to and no other, he brushed away a few stray tears from the other's cheek, Malik just laid there, staring up at the thief, since it was all done, there was nothing else that thief could do to him that would compare to this.
The thief displeased, frowned; surely he hadn't broken the other yet, when he was being ever so gentle and on their first night. This wouldn't do, he wanted to see the other in the throes of pleasure and he knew just how to do that. The thief moved once more to sit back on his knees and pulled the other with him. "Come here." The thief said softly, pulling the other up onto his lap; the chain about Malik's ankle rattled.
Malik gasped out in pleasure at the new angel and gripped the thief's shoulder and his other hand met the white hood that covered the thief's head and pulled it off, gold chains and all, to reveal white wild hair. "You like it?" There was an undertone of loathing and bitterness in the thief's voice, as if all that had gone wrong in the world was because of his unusual white hair.
"I do." Malik breathed back honestly, shocking the other. The thief smirked and wiped away what was left of Malik's stray tears and picked up his rhythm, trying to hit that spot that had the other in complete rapture now.
It didn't take long at all, when a cry tore itself from Malik's lips as he came between their already crushed together bodies. The thief growled, he had already been holding back for too long, and followed the other into a moment of ecstasy.
The next morning Malik had found himself alone in the thief's bed, wrapped in blue silk sheets, Naked. Traces on his body and between his thighs with the slight pain in his lower back told him exactly what happened last night. He felt like crying, humiliated with himself and loathing for the thief for making him give in and enjoying it.
He soon enough pulled himself from the bed and found the chain to his ankle removed, clean clothes at the end of the bed, a jug filled with clean water and a basin, waiting to be used. Malik took full advantage of them, washing and dressing, then leaving the bedchamber hoping he could make an escape with the thief's lack of knowledge on how to keep a prisoner.
Malik upon stepping out into the open he had to shield his eyes from the blinding sun. "There you are." The thief approached him, fully dressed from sandals to white hood. Malik backed up a little. "You look confused to be out here." The thief stopped at the last possible second.
Malik was confused and voiced it, lowering his hand and taking another step away from the other. "I thought I would be."
"Under lock and key or chained to my bed," The thief chuckled as if finding humour in Malik's logical protocol of what should happen.
"You are free to move about the village as you see fit. No one will be watching your every move, no will be ordering you about... but me." Malik knew the thief would have no qualms about reminding him on who he belonged too
"I don't understand." Malik shook his head in disbelief, this meant he could escape at any time he wanted, it seemed too easy. "Aren't you worried I'll escape?" The thief moved and lifted Malik's chin.
"Take a look beyond this village." Malik did and saw nothing but rolling hot sand dunes that vanished into the horizon. "It goes on and on for weeks, if you don't know what direction you need to be going in, death will find you in days." So instead of locks and chains and watchful eyes, the desert was his prison bars. However, Malik had a feeling that he would be watched regardless.
"Don't look so down." The thief muttered in his ear. "Life by my side will not be that bad if you embrace it." He then walked off calling out over his shoulder. "You must be hungry?" Malik hesitantly followed way behind the other.
The place was a man-made village of tents; he had put it down to the thief King having a price on his head that forced him to keep moving around or be captured.
Everyone had gathered about to eat their morning meal. Upon sitting Malik was instantly handed a bowl of... gods was it alive? Malik placed it next to him his stomach rolling in queasiness. Malik turned his attention on the thief and watched him the entire time. Thief was looked relaxed and talked with his men from the raid openly.
"Another one?" There was a sigh from Bakura's right hand man, Rishid.
"I still can't get the screams out of my head from the last one." Katsuya groaned as he tossed down his empty bowl.
"He is rather cute." It was a small giggle from the only woman in the group, Mai.
"I can't believe the Pharaoh was right there and you took the kid." Ryuji grumbled.
"What part did ya forget the extra guards?" Katsuya snorted at Ryuji, and the argument started. The thief King so used to it, continued eating, they'd stop once of them was unconscious.
Malik stood and slowly backed up, with the group of men arguing and the thief distracted, he would rather take his chance in the desert than stay here another moment. Once away from the camp fire, Malik ran, no one stopped him, no one shouted, not even when he leapt onto the back of a horse and took off out of the camp at full speed.
The thief grinned taking another casual mouthful of his food and swallowed it down and muttered. "Pay up!"
"What?" His small group turned about to see the boy had gone. There was a round of groans as coins were dropped into the thief's open hand.
"I thought he would at least last two days before trying." Katsuya muttered.
"He's fast." Mai grinned dropping a few coins into the thief's hand. "You'll have your work cut out for you."
"He won't last the week." Ryuji growled, doing the same as the others.
"You wanna take that bet?" Katsuya growled.
"You're on!" They huddled together to place their bets.
The thief finished his meal and stood up with a sigh, "go get him."
Malik drove the horse on, even after he could no longer see the camp. He knew he would exhaust the animal out and possibly even kill it if he kept this speed up... He didn't care, he had to get away, get back home. Suddenly the horse gave a frighting sound and fell into the sand. Malik was thrown from its back and landed in something soft and hot... quick sand. The horse thrashed about wildly, before getting itself free and galloped away. "NOOO!" Malik screamed after it, finding himself sinking and unable to pull himself out.
"Trying to kill my horse, boy?" Came a growl, Malik turned his head and there was the thief and his men standing behind him. Oh gods, this man had inhuman speed.
"Help me!" Malik wanted to cruse himself for asking such a thing, but he certainly didn't want to die, not like this.
The thief King sneered before dropping to his knees and reaching out a hand, snagging a fist full of hair on top of Malik's head. Malik cried out and grabbed onto the thief's wrists, before he was dunked under the sand and pulled right back up. "I do not wish to waste my time or my men's by running after you!" The thief yelled at him and then dunked him again and held him under for a few moments before pulling him back up.
Malik used his hands to free his mouth and nose from the mushy sand and splattered and gasped.
"Would you favour it more if I chained you to my bed?" The thief dunked him again under the sand and pulled him back up. "Or would you rather to wonder free about the camp? Or you can stay here?" The thief dunked him again, not allowing the other to recover from the last dunking. He pulled the boy back up. "Answer me?" The thief snapped.
"I won't escape again!" Malik shouted out with a huge intake of air, he panicked when the other didn't move or pull him out, but glared down at him. "Please... please I don't want to die... I won't run again." Thief grunted and with one arm he pulled Malik free and dropped him onto solid ground.
Malik rolled onto his side, trying to get his breath back. "Ryuji!" Bakura called, the dark haired male approached on horseback. "Take him back to camp, clean him up."
"Yeah." Ryuji reached down and helped the thief haul Malik up onto the horse's back, Ryuji moved back, trapping Malik within his arms and took off towards camp.
Bakura mounted his horse and left at full speed across the desert with the rest of his men.
Malik was surprised to find over the span of a few days, Bakura had been at his side and gave Malik a personnel guide of his 'home' and introduced him to everyone that lived within the village properly. The thief's most trusted men were Varon, Ryuji, Katsuya and one woman by the name of Mai. The thief's right hand man was Rishid, he was large well muscled man, silent and looked so serious all the time, nothing made this man grin. They were the ones that stood out the most for Malik and he recognized Rishid as the one that had grabbed and held him in the Pharaoh's bedchamber the night he had been taken away.
Malik had made fast friends with Ryuji, Katsuya and Mai, really it was them that had accepted and warmed up to Malik first and he had welcomed them in return.
The days were busy and the nights were long. Malik reluctantly gave himself over to the thief almost every night and the thief had kept his word. Bakura was gentle and forceful and the pleasure was mind blowing.
It wasn't long after being taken from the palace that Malik was soon swept up in a job of teaching, since he had so carelessly let slip. The thief and his man were gathered about organizing small groups to travel into Upper and Lower Egypt's main cities to sell, trade and buy. Bakura did this every month at different times. "You can't go." Malik spoke up, getting everyone's attention.
A few laughed and Ryuji clapped Malik on the back saying. "Don't fret, will take care of your husband." That had gotten a few more laughs, the thief King raised an eyebrow and hadn't liked that comment to much.
"No you idiot!" Malik turned to the thief King. "The Pharaoh sets up guards all through these cities for three days every two weeks looking for criminals."
"Since when?" The thief King had never noticed such a thing and he had been to these cities so often.
"Since I write out the order and dispatched it to all the guards under the Pharaoh's command to maybe help in capturing... you." Malik trailed off.
The thief King sat up paying more attention now; he gave Malik a critical stare. "You write and read?"
"Yes, I was the Pharaoh's diplomat on meetings with nobles and lords." Malik got annoyed with everyone staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths. "I wasn't a bloody palace decoration." Malik huffed.
The thief King rose to his feet and took Malik by the arm and lead him away, the others followed out of pure curiosity. Thief let out a loud whistle and suddenly they were surrounded by children, he pushed Malik towards them. "This is Malik, he's going to teach you all how to read." There were gasps followed by existed muttering and suddenly all the children rushed off faster than Malik's eyes could track them.
"I'm not a teacher!" Malik called back as he was suddenly surrounded again by little ones, each of them holding scrolls and tugging at him impatiently, calling out 'read to us!'
The thief had no qualms about putting Malik in charge of teaching the children. The thief just smirked, "Such a skill would become helpful in life."
"Don't you mean, when your men get lost in a tomb or a town they can read their way out?" Malik said bluntly crossing his arms over his chest as he had not accepted such a job.
"Exactly what I said." The thief gave that damn grin and turned away swiftly and left, but was surprised that he wasn't followed by his men, but rather they stayed with Malik.
When Malik was teaching the children and the men, who asked more questions than the children, he had noticed the thief was hanging about but did not approach.
One night as the thief undressed, Malik was already in Bakura's bed wrapped up in silk sheets waiting and watching, Malik blushed and looked away hoping to stall the inevitable and asked softly. "Can you read?"
The thief simply shrugged, "A little," there was a sad note to the thief's voice. "My parents were knowledgeable; they were teaching me before they were murdered. I just never bothered after that, just stuck with stealing." Malik wanted to ask about his parents since the thief had brought it up once before and accused the Pharaoh openly for such an atrocity, but felt it wasn't the right time.
The thief crawled onto the bed. "I could teach you, here at night." Malik couldn't help himself as he reached out and ran his hand down the other's arm lightly, a soft smile on his lips; Malik wasn't sure on being able to freely touch the other.
The thief gave him a hard look as if silently working out the others real intentions, raised an eyebrow and nodded his head yes, before pinning Malik down under him.
The days turned into weeks.
The thief had his charms at times; Malik also witnessed a darker malicious side of the man that everyone feared from time to time. "No please!" Came a frightened panicked call, as Katsuya and Rishid dragged in a boy no older then twelve and dropped him on the ground before the thief King. "Please, I didn't mean it; I'll give it back, promise!" He sobbed so brokenly on the ground.
Malik watched wide eyed and his heart gave away to the pleading boy. "This is what happens!" Bakura yelled at the entire village who had been ordered to gather, to witness. "When you steal from, ME!"
"Please, please I want my mummy!" He was begging and screaming as his right arm was outstretched before him and just a downward strike and the boy's hand was removed at the wrist.
"Take him back to where he came from." The thief ordered as he cleaned his blade.
Malik run from the thief's side in tears, frightened and disgusted. The thief had no mercy for others within the dark pits of his black rotting soul.
Bakura found Malik a short time later, "The boy has been stealing from me for the past three months. Tonight he was caught; he'll not steal from me again. The physician will care for him and he'll be returned to where he came from." Bakura told him that a life as a thief was a hard one and in turn he too had to be just as hard on himself, on his men and the people he took in.
The thief was a stern leader of his small throng of thieves and if the people he took in under his care, did something wrong. The thief expected them to pay the penalty, no exceptions. Plus making an example out of them helped keep all in line.
Even though they were thieves living among thieves, there was no sealing from each other and no one broke any law laid down by the thief King. The village was at most times peaceful, which was broken when the thief king decided they needed to move again, then everything seemed to fall into chaos. Katsuya and Mai fought nonstop like an old married couple while they packed up camp and moved and to reset up the village elsewhere. Malik could see why the thief found it so amusing because it didn't matter what Katsuya said or snapped, Mai always had one good up on him.
Late one afternoon the thief asked, "Ever used one of those?" Malik leapt away from the swords that were being sharpened by a blacksmith.
"No." Malik bit his lip, feeling rather embarrassed since every man and a few women carried a sword. "Father wouldn't allow it; he thought books were better suited for me." Malik ran his finger over the handle. "I think he was afraid that if I knew how to use a sword, the Pharaoh would have placed me in the guard and I would have most likely gotten myself killed by now."
The thief rolled his eyes and with one hand he plucked out a sword and walked away. "Come with me." Malik hurried after him.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Going to teach you something useful that your spoiled palace life lacked," The thief turned and threw the sword into the ground right between Malik's feet, who almost had a heart-attack on the spot.
"Pick it up!" The thief said pulling out one of his scimitars and charged at Malik.
"Is it not best to teach the boy moves first before attacking him?" Came the urgent suggestion from Ryuji. The thief slid to a stop in the sand at the last possible second, Malik was wide eyed and staring at the blade, completely frozen in fear of unknowing what to do. Bakura growled and glared to his right. "Umm, Milord." Ryuji quickly added with a sheepish grin.
"You're right. I'll need your help." The thief stepped in behind Malik and made the other pressed his back to his chest, taking up Malik's hand with the sword in it. Being this close, Malik could feel every inch of the thief pressed again his back, the heat of his skin, his natural scent was musky and sweet, between wild flowers and spices, it made Malik's head swim and a grin on his lips. Words of instructions in his ear, Malik learnt how to use a sword.
The thief's men had gathered about to watch and help out with suggestions. The mock sword fights were slow to give instructions on blocking and when and where best to strike.
Bakura was pleased that over a span of a few days, that Malik was a fast learner. "My turn." The thief stepped in, taking it easy on Malik. "If you like." The thief blocked a blow and made a swing at Malik's side, who blocked it. "You could come with me tomorrow; we're raiding a new tomb we found." Everyone around them fell silent.
"Really?" Malik asked.
The thief smirked that wicked sense of self satisfaction and accomplishment in just a small twitch of the thief's lips. "But if you're happy staying here with the women and children." Malik yelped when the thief moved inward blocking Malik's blade and pulled him close. "It would be fun, I would protect you and besides." The thief moved in a little more, his voice turned husky and soft. "I want you to come."
"I promise you; I'm doing all I can to bring him back." Atemu said, trying to comfort Malik's sister. "I'm so grateful that Malik was so willing to save my life." He held her hands in his.
"It's been days." She wiped at her eyes trying to not lose hope just yet or that time was against her, against Malik.
"I'll not forget or give up on him." He said with determination and moved a little closer to her, adding. "If Malik had not come in when he did to save me, they would have killed me."
She shook her head, knowing Malik wouldn't have done something so daring. Her little brother still came running into her bedchamber at night in tears and shaken from bad dreams. "But Malik..."
"I tried to stop him, I did, but the thief had taken an interest in him and I tried to convince him to take me... and it breaks my heart that he had taken our dear Malik and I was helpless to do anything."
"My Pharaoh." A guard approached and bowed down on one knee a few feet from them.
"Thank you." Isis bowed knowing to take her leave.
"I'll give you any news as soon as I know anything." Atemu said watching her leave his throne hall and then turned his attention onto his guard. "News?" He ordered.
"We lost track of them. It's like they disappeared." The guard mumbled head bowed.
"FIND HIM!" Atem yelled outraged, the guard recoiled. "He knows of all my plains." He pulled a dagger from the folds of his robes and tossed it at his guard. "And when you find Malik, you know what to do." The Pharaoh turned and walked away.
TBC.
As I said before, this was meant to be a one-shot, so it may seem a little jumpy/rushed in some places, but don't worry, I'm putting in all the good parts *winks* R&R (love and cookies)
