Wow. So Apparently I'm Just Going To Chuck Up A Few More Chapters Right Now...'Cos I'm Cool.

Nah. I Just Know I'm Not Going To Get Much Of A Chance To Write Anymore until Easter.

POOOOOP!

P.s, The Hiatus Made Me Write This. .!


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Chapter Two

'A Trip To The Slave Market'

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Blaine was being tended to by a regular slave in his cubiculum (Bedroom) when his father, brave emperor Marcus, approached him.
A small woman combed and fought with Blaine s wild curls as his father began to speak;

"Son, afraid I have some bad news", Emperor Anderson bellowed, gaining his sons attention from the task he was doing.

"And what is that, father?" Blaine politely replied. Although he was talking to his father, he was the ruler of their land, and respect and dignity was key.

"We caught your body slave, red handed, pocketing your mothers jewels. We slit his throat at once, but unfortunately you will have to get a new one. Perhaps your judgement may prove wiser than the last man I sent, and you can purchase a more trust worthy and obedient body slave." Blaine gulped audibly.

And without another word, Emperor Anderson left the room with a flourish, his entourage of slaves trailing behind him.

"What a shame, I had grown fond of Max. Although he did act rather suspiciously at the best of times," Blaine thought aloud, gaining a rather frightened expression from the slave currently tending to him.

He didn't particularly like the idea of killing slaves, even for their wrong doings, but that was out of his control. Until of course the day he would take over his father s empire, if the gods deemed him fit.

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It was particularly hot day, that day. Somewhere mid-August 79 A.D.

And Burt Hummel thought that the heat had maybe just finally gotten to his sons head. "There is no way that you I will allow you to sell yourself in the slave market, to pay for my wedding, Kurt!" Burt grumbled, across the table from where Kurt sat in the triclinium (Dining room).

"But father, I simply cannot stand to just, well stand by and watch you be unhappy. The field is no place for me, or my skin for that matter. No amount of olive oil will ever be able to undo any further damage," Kurt smiled, as Finn chuckled where he sat next to him.

Burt smiled at his sons comment, his eyes crinkling softly at the corners. He knew that once Kurt had decided upon something, there was no stopping him.

He feared for what Kurt may get himself into. He could be killed, beaten, abused, used as a sex object, tortured...but he could also learn skills, trades, earn money or get an education. Yes look at the positives Burt.

He knew that Kurt could sometimes be strong minded, and hoped that it would not get him into any trouble.

That night Kurt packed a small bag of his few belongings. Being from a poorer family, he didn't really own much, to pack.

He scribbled out a note for his father, though Kurt was certain after their conversation at dinner, his father would know exactly where he was.

Kurt snuck out the fauces (entrance passage) and headed for Pompeii.

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A few days had passed since Max was captured and killed, so Blaine's father sent his son to purchase a new body slave.

With a satchel of coins, heavy in his hand, Blaine headed into the middle of town, on foot, to the slave market.

Naturally, Emperor Anderson would never allow his son to travel alone, so he sent several slaves to protect and watch over his only child.

Upon arriving at the trading place, many people stepped aside to allow Blaine to pass, others bowed. With a small wave of his hand, those who knelt before him rose to their feet once more.

The auction had only just started and Blaine paid close attention to the auctioneer, and the small stage beside him.

An hour had passed, and Blaine had still not found a slave that appeared trustworthy, or like any companion. After all, body slaves are with their master s twenty-four-seven, and you hardly want to see an ugly face all day long. Not that looks were important to Blaine. But a trust worthy smile would be nice.

Just as Blaine thought there was no hope, a slender teen, with piercing blue-green eyes stepped forward, and onto the small platform.

The boy looked into the crowd before him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

Blaine felt his heart race as he gazed into those large frightened eyes, and something in his mind clicked into place. He'd seen those eyes before. Perhaps in another life.

But the boy in front of him was gorgeous none the less, and other parts of him were agreeing. Blaine had never seen himself as completely homosexual. In fact, he did not even see himself as heterosexual. All he now saw himself was, in love.

He was suddenly snapped back into reality as the auctioneer bellowed the boy s skills;
"Seventeen years old, can cook, clean, good hygiene, could be a body slave, could be a taberna (Shop) worker, we'll start the bidding at ten coins,"

Blaine found himself raising an arm, accepting the price.

"Eleven!" A husky deep voice shouted from next to him, challenging his offer.

"Fifteen!" Blaine bellowed back.

The boys eyes widened from the stage as the price steadily rose.

"Twenty!" The voice shouted once more.

"Thirty!" Blaine challenged, smirking as he turned to look at his opponent next to him.

It was none other than his childhood nemesis from school, Dave Karofsky.
He too was from a powerful family, but Blaine knew that he had far more wealth; Blaine was no longer concerned about losing his prize.

"Thirty-five!" Karofsky offered.

"Fifty!" Blaine shouted, as many of the other bidders gasped at such a number.

Accepting that there was no way he could afford that sort of price, Karofsky bowed his head in defeat.

"Sold, to the, well, to the Emperor's son, Blaine."

Blaine smiled as the boy stepped down from the platform. He was shoved towards Blaine as he gave the auctioneer the entire satchel, "keep the change," and headed towards home.

Slaves in tow.


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New Words:
Cubiculum-Bedroom

Triclinium-Dining Room

Fauces-Entrance

Passage Taberna-Shop

In The Next Chapter;
"No Ones Bitch"
Burt's Predicition Was Accurate.
But Somebody Appretiates It.

8)

xxxxxxxxxxx - Cyanide-Pansy (Jaydee)

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