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.
A/N: Yes! I really like this chapter. It really starts to bring Atem forward into Touzoku view. Since now he has always remained in the background. Touzoku is still curious about him but he has been unsure why. Now Atem has caught his attention.
Pharaoh Akunumkanon gently leaned Touzoku back into the bed. One arm pillowing the boy's head, the other running across his chest. Akunumkanon ducked in finding the flesh on Touzoku's collarbone to be as soft and delicate as always. The King began to pant through his nose from his own ministrations.
Touzoku lightly closed his eyes letting out a gasp. The pleasure Akunumkanon received from him, was becoming increasingly more mutual everyday. He reached his growing arms up, curling them around the Pharaoh's neck.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Pharaoh pulled away from Touzoku and looked towards his door. No one ever came to his room this late at night. It was unthinkable unless the Palace was under attack. He would have known it under attack before someone came knocking on his door.
"Father!" Called Prince Atem's muffled voice. More bangs on the door followed.
Touzoku wondered if Atem knew how upset he was making his father. The man was growing red. Still instead of sending Atem away like he thought, the Pharaoh screamed. "WHAT!"
Atem took the response and opened the door. "Father..." His jaw dropped. He stared at his father, or more he stared at the boy in his father's arms. He made a weak attempt at gulping past a lump of fear. He could see that he was interrupting his father. The man looked pissed.
"What is it, Atem?" The Pharaoh hissed bitterly.
Atem dropped his gazing looking guilty for interrupting his father. "Father, I came to offer myself to you." He whispered quietly.
Akunumkanon sat up in the bed, leaning forward he gave his son a strange look. "What are you talking about, boy?" At least he was no longer furious, just intrigued.
"I want to give you the pleasure that he does," Atem held his head up high as he thrust a finger at the young boy still pressed against the bed. Touzoku's eyes widened but he did not say a word.
"No," Akunumkanon turned away from his son and back to his slave. "Leave." He ordered before leaning down to claim his pet's lips.
Atem's heart clenched in rage; after seeing this reaction. "Father, please!" He screamed.
The Pharaoh turned his head but not his body towards the upset Prince, "Son this is not your place. Go."
The young teenager's face sank, his shoulders slumped, and his confidence almost disappeared. With a trembling lip, the young demi-god tried to convince his father otherwise. "Please, please Father. Whatever Touzoku gives you, I can. I will give it to you much better. Please I am your son, the prince. Me not him! Let me Father, please let me."
The Pharaoh looked contemplating. Once again he pulled away from his forced lover and leaned forward on his bed. Touzoku still lay by his side, watching the display between father and son. "You do not know what you ask for, Atem."
"I know that I feel as though my honor as your son is displaced. I am your son, but he receives your praises." Atem explained, disheartened. He felt so small in front of his father, and he looked it as well. Touzoku could only pity Atem. He wanted so much to mean something to his father, but the Pharaoh was right, Atem did not know what he was asking.
"Your jealousy is foolish." The Pharaoh spoke. Touzoku did not think that this was true, nor did he think that it was wise for Pharaoh to say so. Atem already felt rejected, and not his father was calling his rejection foolish. It was unkind words on top of unkind words; really kicking Atem when he was already down.
"I am going to grant your request. I will show you what a fool you are." The Pharaoh smirked. Touzoku could see that Akunumkanon was doing this all too happily. He wanted greatly to use his son.
"Fine," Atem foolishly accepted the offer, he wanted now more then ever to provide his father with pleasure. He wanted to be better then a slave in his father's eyes. "Touzoku leave."
Touzoku easily rolled away from his master and off of his bed. He walked by the Prince with hardly a glance. He felt so guilty; Atem was walking into hell's fire because of him.
"Pet, do not go far. This will not take long." Pharaoh hissed before Touzoku was out of the bedroom.
Touzoku entered the chamber outside the Pharaoh's bedroom, the one that linked his room to the rest of the palace. He stood just outside the door and offered a silent pray for the young prince inside.
After his pray, Touzoku's curiosity, no his concern got the better of him. He tiptoed back to the Pharaoh's door. Careful not to draw any attention, Touzoku peered into the room through a tiny slit.
It was big enough. At first he could only make out the Pharaoh's broad shoulders, and his lean back. After several minutes he nearly gave up hope on seeing anything else. Then the Pharaoh began to move, he was very familiar with the movement, so Touzoku did not think anything of it. As he moved however, he revealed Atem to the watching slave.
First he saw Atem's chest, then he noticed his throat and chin, all between the Pharaoh's massive thighs.
The Pharaoh began to pant heavily at the exertion of his work. He pressed his large hands on Atem's thin shoulders unaware of anything but himself. "Suck it, Prince." He ordered his young son. "Ra!"
The Pharaoh pulled his dick from Prince Atem's mouth. With a swift movement, he flipped his son around. Tossing Atem, he landed on his stomach.
At that angle, Touzoku's concerned eyes met the Prince's teary orbs. They stared at each other for several moments before Touzoku could no longer stand watching. He turned his entire body away from the scene and even stepped into the center of the chamber, leaving the Prince alone with his fate.
Even though, Touzoku no longer watched, he was not allowed the opportunity to feel uncaring. From his place in the Pharaoh's chambers, he could hear every scream, every gasp, and every slap of skin in the next room. Touzoku gut churned with guilt, when at last he heard the Pharaoh banish his one-time lover from his bed.
It was only seconds before Atem stumbled into the entrance chamber, half naked, tear-tracks freshly driven. He gasped for much needed, clean air. He pushed against invisible walls, and shadows to the Palace side of the chamber.
Touzoku turned from his spot on the center, watching all of his struggles across the room. He took no steps towards the abused son of an awful king.
"No," Atem still hissed, before Touzoku could even think about moving forward. He refused to take any help, any sympathy, and any pity from the once envied slave.
Stopping at the Palace entrance, Atem pushed to his full height, an attempt to hide everything from the outside world.
"I am so sorry that I ever resented you. I was foolish. I wanted so much for him to love me; just as much as I though he loved you. I shall believe me to be lucky every day from today." Atem's apology was hard won, but very well spoken.
Touzoku could not accept such confessions. "Prince," He whispered, hardly spoken over a breath. "I am used to my fate. I hardly remember another. It is never so hard, as the first time. He is your father."
Atem's shoulders slumped. He was not strong, not like this slave was. Atem could not even fake it in front of him. He did not want to. "I asked him to." He hissed repulsed by his early idiotic wishes.
"You asked for his love. You did not deserve that." Touzoku remained quiet as ever, patience as always waiting for Atem to accept what happened.
Atem shivered. Touzoku without thinking stepped forward putting his arms around the abused child. He slumped forward into Touzoku's cradling arms. His body shook with intense sobs.
"I'm sorry," Touzoku whispered after several emotionally exhausting minutes. "For ever making you wish for my fate."
The prince gasped. He turned around to face Touzoku for the first time since he had entered the chamber's hall. "Touzoku," Atem at a lost, embraced him. "I-"
"Touzoku!" The Pharaoh's voice floated into the chambers. Both boys stood still, silent. "Come to bed," it was ordered.
Atem, who once saw his father as every bit of the demi-god he was, scowled darkly in the direction. Touzoku pulled away from the Prince before Atem returned his attention. "Thank you, friend," he whispered. Touzoku watched him go before retreating to the Pharaoh's bed. He did not comprehend, then how important that night really was.