Title: Fate's Wish
Author: Mrpointyhorns
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Touzoku/Atem, (Casteshipping)
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Touzoku's family is murdered. Only three he is forced to live a life wandering the street, but wait fate has other plans for him as a sex slave? Atem's fate is to kill his father to protect the one he loves, the one he loves will be with his child.
It was easy for Touzoku to become adjusted to life in the special house for boys. The rules were simple: wake up, wait for Papa to come and let you out of the room. The older, bigger boys would already have the pools filled and warm by the time he had to get up. The men would begin to enter from their days work so Touzoku had to be ready to serve them. They were always very nice; rubbing his legs and chest they often shared their food with him.
Touzoku unlike some of the older boys came to the special house for boys at such a young age that he had no concept of being afraid of the men's touches or their free food. Some of the boys would cry at first and Papa would take them into the back room, but Touzoku never had to.
After it was very dark and the night was cool Papa would lead all the boys back into their rooms and feed them, bread, leaks, and chick peas. Touzoku sometimes felt full from all the work so when he saved the food for when he woke up. He once tried hiding extra food, just in case, however when he returned from work the next evening it was gone. So Touzoku always ate everything given to him before Papa would come and get him.
Today Touzoku put the very last leek into his mouth when Papa opened his door. "Touzoku are you ready to work today?"
"Yes, Papa," Touzoku simply replied. He hurried out of the room and into the bath house. He quickly grabbed a plate of food to feed the hungry men fresh from work. After a quick glance around the room Touzoku padded over to a pool that held three men. One was communicating with another boy but the other two were unattended to.
He paused at the edge of the pool and waiting for one of the men to ask for his serve. He never pushed serve on any of the men, because some did not want it. It was not long before the man closest to him waved him over.
Touzoku knelt at the edge of the pool and placed the plate on his knees. He had learned that this was the best way to give server. He did not want to seem in a hurry to leave, but he wanted to be able to if the man did not need him anymore.
"You've got to be the prettiest boy I've ever seen." The man pressed his elbows on the edge of the pool bringing broad shoulders and a deep chest over the side of the pool. He gestured for Touzoku to give him a date.
"Thank you, sir," Touzoku had learned many words since being in the special house for boys. He learned many of them from his Papa but a majority of them from listening to the men in the pools speak. He even began to understand that many of the men knew more then one language. He was learning a few words from those languages as well.
The man swallowed the date and smiled broadly. "I think I want something salty," The man explained.
"I can bring you something else," Touzoku offered, but was immediately stopped by a hand on his knee. The man moved the plate of food to the side and tugged Touzoku until his feet and calves were in the pool. He shook his head nervously. The water was so big he never could tell where the bottom was. He had no desire to enter it.
"Shh," The man cooed adjusting his weight so his lips were near Touzoku's ears. "It's okay." He touched Touzoku's thigh running his fingers towards his waist. "It's okay."
Touzoku whipped his head from one side to the other so hard that it made him dizzy. "N-no, no," He whimpered. The touching did not scare him, in fact in this situation that touch was welcomed. He knew that as long as he could feel the other man that he could be free to breath. Bowing his head he let out a little whimper, and a whisper, "I can't swim."
The man breathed in sharply and then out slowly, "Oh, dolly, I will not pull you in. I just want you close so I can kiss you."
"Kiss?" Touzoku looked up in time to feel lips against his. It made him feel like he was a fish. The man's lips pushed against his and pressed his cheeks out in funny directions. Then the man began to suck on his lips which made him feel like he was kissing a fish.
The man's hands round his waist and slipped under his rear. He pulled Touzoku forward until Touzoku's chest was pressed against the scruffy part of the man's throat. The more the man kissed him the more the scruffy part rubbed up against his chest making it really itchy.
After several more minutes of kissing, Touzoku put his arms around the man's neck. It was more comfortable then putting his hands on the deck behind him. The man pulled back and smiled. He tugged gently on the cloth that covered Touzoku's waist until it slipped down his thighs and into the water.
The man's smile grew even wider just before he went down to kiss Touzoku's tiny penis. Touzoku jumped, he was used to hands and fingers on his penis but never lips and tongue. He closed his eyes and clung harder to the man's neck. He wanted to do his job as he was supposed to, but it felt strange to him to have a mouth kissing his penis down there.
"HEY!" Suddenly from above Touzoku came a loud booming voice. It echoed off the walls of the bath house, but was not loud enough to alter anyone outside of it.
"You get your dirty mouth off him!" The voice was this time accompanied by a pair of hammy-hands. The hands grasped the man kissing Touzoku's penis and pulled the man out of the water and up onto the deck. It was the same man the first man that Touzoku had met at the special house for boys.
"That's my Touzoku! He's my beautiful slave." The man spat into the other man's face. The man had often claimed Touzoku as his, but before this he had never caught another man with Touzoku. Usually when he came to the bath house he came early and would occupy Touzoku's time completely. If he did not come then Touzoku never had a problem with visiting other men.
Touzoku had no time to look on the scene as the man's upheaval of his support cause the little boy to slip into the pool. He barely had a chance to get a look at his 'savior' before he entered.
He struggled against the water silently. He did not want to cry out because he did not want to be a disturbance. He pressed his tiny feet against the side of the pool and tried to get a grip on the side. A few times he managed, but only for a moment. It was enough time for a deep breath of air, before his head plunged under again. Each time it was harder and harder to get up for air and each time he pressed against the side of the pool he pushed himself away from the edge into the center. He knew he could not reach the bottom of the pool without drowning, so each moment that past with him in the pool was a moment where he thought he might not survive.
He was farthest from the edge that he could go without getting to far to reach the edge of the pool with his feet. He knew in his head, despite his lack of education, as he broke the surface it would be his last breath. He opened his mouth as wide as he could for the biggest breath he could receive.
Then he plunged back down into the pool. He kept his eyes open. He wanted to see everything before his lungs exploded with the need to breath. He could see nothing. The water was too thick for him to see anything clearly. He just kept sinking and sinking, and he was pretty sure he was crying only it was hard to tell in a pool.
Then from the darkness of the pool he saw a hand, an arm, long and lean. Touzoku grasped the wrist of that arm and dug his nails into it. Seconds past and he was pulled out of the pool and onto the deck. There were men and boys standing around him, but Touzoku only choked and spat and gained control of this life once more.
"Touzoku," Papa, his warm hand stroked his check. He closed his eyes at the gentle contact. "Come on, Touzoku."
Touzoku felt his Papa's big arms wrap him in a big fluffy towel. He lifted the little boy from the deck and left onlookers behind. Papa brought Touzoku into his room in back down the hall. He set Touzoku on a large cushion, large enough to be a bed for the little boy.
"Touzoku?" Papa knelt near him. He pushed silver locks behind the little boy's ear.
"Papa!" Touzoku flung himself at the man, his true savior. He buried his nose against the man's clothed shoulder. "Papa, sorry, sorry, sorry." Touzoku choked on a little sob.
"It's okay. Tou-chan, you are okay." Papa shifted their positions until he sat on the cushion and Touzoku sat on his lap. "It was an accident and I'm glad you're okay. I will not make you work today."
Touzoku shivered and sniffed. He rubbed his hand across his nose and closed his eyes. "Papa, I eat?" He whimpered.
"Yes, Touzoku, you will still eat." He promised the young boy. Touzoku seemed pleased enough with that answer. He closed his eyes and gently yet quickly fell asleep.