Chapter 4.
Riding along the horses was nothing but trouble with the fleeting haste they had made to escape from being killed by the pharaoh and his guards. The prince's slender back had been leaning against Touzoku's chest as they rode towards the secret spot within the desert. Intentionally, Touzoku wanted the prince to lean against him so he wouldn't fall over and waste more time claiming the unconscious hostage. Normally, he would have let their hostage drag along the sand as they rode but something about this boy told him to treat him with such care. However when the thieves would return to their hideout, the Thief King would have no choice but torture this handsome prince as he pleased.
Touzoku wouldn't admit to the youth's beauty, seeming unnatural for a man such as himself to be attracted to such a male. Though, his body subconsciously enjoyed the body of the prince. The fragrance of lavender waved off of the male's blonde hair, making Touzoku lean towards the prince's mane to catch a whiff of the scent. It left a tingling feeling emerge through his body, thoughts of the boy entered into his mind and he didn't resist them this time. He smirked, imagining the boy chained, nude and completely at his mercy. The thief's earlier erection for intercourse wasn't helping the situation as it returned to his loins, making him twitch slightly. He was so close to the boy and dared to imagine having him.
Good thing for Touzoku was that his men were lagging behind not to see his reactions and lustful expression. With a light chuckle, taking in more of his scent he kept the boy's body close to him as he pestered down the desert. The temperature down dramatically through the night, light shivers awoken from deep within the prince. His chest bare with shimmering gold arm bands and choker, following down toward his waist was a mystifying blue with designs and patterns along the side of the clothing. For being partly naked compared to Touzoku who was drenched in robes, Malik's body couldn't take the cold. Touzoku kept his arms tucked underneath the prince's arms, keeping balance and a possibility of warmth.
"Almost there, prince," He whispered into the youth's ear with a grin, "And then you will be mine for the taking."
Finally arriving at the hideaway that was covered in sand, one of the minions dug down into the dirt until a wooden door was noticeable. He knocked a pattern, making the door slot open. Shoving their horses down into the dark, wide passage, the men soon followed. To show no affection growing towards his hostage, Touzoku ordered two giant survivors of the celebration party to drag him along. Once entering the passage, the one who opened the door closed it as sand filled it back up from the winds.
Walking down stairs and a dark hall could leave someone with the darkness for awhile until the lighting of torches erased the darkness. Being dragged his feet; Malik was beginning to come too, his eye sight blurry and not remembering anything. His soft violet eyes stumbled onto the ground, looking at the dirty floor with confusion as they entered into a large hall filled with tables and stools. It looked somewhat of a Traven; the pub was filled glass of alcohol only the poor drank at the town pub. With his eyes still down, those features weren't in his sight as he reminded confused to his surroundings.
"It not goes well?" His words stumbled and slurred, seeming as if he was stupid to Malik's ears. Touzoku scoffed slightly at the notice of defeat. "We were outnumbered, majority of them died. However, a ransom is to be used for the boy. I'm sure that pharaoh will pay it." He folded his arms as the stupid man spoke once more. "Place in dungeon? Me get to hurt?" The leader shook his head, "No. Actually, set him down here. I want to have a little chat with out guest, seeing that he is awake now." Touzoku couldn't help but to grin at the violet eyes still staring towards the ground. He must of not been able to quite pick up the pace of the situation just yet. The two bulky men who were holding him let Malik drop to the floor with a thud. After a few moments more, they were excused to their quarters.
With the prince on the ground, Touzoku approached him with a demonic snicker. He lifted him over his shoulder, his weightless body hanging over without any rejections. The thief headed down more stairs and through some hallways until they reached a wooden door. Within a instant, Touzoku rammed through the door and tossed Malik onto the patted bed that lied on the floor. It wasn't rich or fancy like Malik's grand bed but it seemed colored in blankets to make his landing softer.
It wasn't long before Malik took a look at the situation and it was all coming back to him. He remembered seeing the wanted thief in all Egypt, Touzoku Bakura. Noticing he wasn't within the palace walls but within another room, he nearly panicked. He couldn't move as easily he thought. He was chained at his wrists attached to a metal hole through the wall that was keeping the chain stable and unbreakable. He groaned irritated, pulling and struggling to his captive wrists. He hadn't even seen of felt the presence of the thief.
"Ahhh, you're awake." He laughed at his attempt to be released from the chain. The strange accenting voice of the thief startled him, making the prince twitch on the bed. Touzoku pulled out at dagger, sharp and rusted with dry blood. He caressed it across the youth's muscular chest, making the prince freeze up all over again. "Why the look, prince? Nervous that I might slice your delicate flesh? Oh, how tempting that is," The demonic thief purred out in a tone of seduction. His eyes held trouble and a dangerous blue that made Malik's nerves rumble around his body. He swallowed hard, gazing upon his kidnapper who was soon near to him.
"You're…Touzoku." He stated to himself, realizing this was the most dangerous man in Egypt. The prince's fiery tone returned to his spirit, "What in Rah's name am I doing here?" He boomed, moving his body away from the used dagger. His violet eyes showed the shocking, piercing color that startled many before the thief. However, Touzoku didn't seem to show any emotion to the other resisting. Sharply, the knife was stabbed on the opposite side of the prince, digging into the mat as the demon seemed to be on top of the prince in one quick motion.
"You're here because your father sold you to me for more riches. A slave of any," His sly, addicting smirk gleamed on his lips to show satisfaction to the lie he told. Touzoku wanted to scare the prince, wanting him to think the unthinkable. "Your mine to toy with, prince." A pale hand slid up the calf of dark skinned boy, reaching to his thigh to pester further but as thought, Malik resisted and shifted his legs.
It was amusing to see the violet eyes widen to the statement and action of the thief. "Lie or a truth, I wont become no sex toy for you." He glared, struggling to get out of gripping handcuffs and get free but the body of the slender, robed male only pinned his shifting body. His legs positioned in between the prince's thighs, grinning seductively at the other. Both of his hands pinned on either side of the blonde's head, his eye brow raising.
"Oh, really? You'd resist me that much? Don't be foolish, I have the upper advantage and if I really wanted to fuck you I could take it in a instant." This only angered the prince beneath him, his face red with frustration for someone lower than him to speak such words towards him. However, Touzoku kept on going, noticing his choice of words took affect on the boy. "Which reminds me…you must still be a virgin unless you have a secret lover within the palace walls or you wouldn't be throwing such a fit over if I touch in such manners." He chuckled darkly, "I highly doubt you have a lover."
Malik's eyes only narrowed, "What makes you think that I don't? You wouldn't know." The younger, royal snot stated. Touzoku only lowered his face closer to the prince's, wanting to taste him with eagerness. His lust wanted to take control and take the virgin prince.
"You're correct. I don't know." His warm breath tickled down the flesh of Malik's neck, making his body shiver with the nearness of the thief. "But there be no better way if I fucked you now. Either you enjoy yourself or I take your innocence away from you, prince. I'll get what I want, and you'll be satisfied if you're not a virgin." A triumphing grunt merged from his throat, his sexual urges surging through his body and he didn't know why he was holding back. With his face completely leaned in, the slick tongue of the thief stroked and tasted Malik's neck, making the prince shiver with strange pleasure he hadn't felt before. Malik though, regaining his dignity was going to resist the demon.
His head tugged the opposite direction, moving away from the pleasing mouth muscle. "Stop that, thief. You have no class to touch me." This purposely raged Touzoku, his icy blue eyes catching the violet and wanting to drown the lavender. "Your royalty means nothing here. Your lower than dirt, brat. I am your superior in this place. You should do well to respect any kind of touching I give to you. Other's don't even make it this far." The pale, cold hand landed sharply against the boy's neck, forcing him to look towards the thief once more.
"Be grateful for what you have, prince."