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AN: I dear GOD! It's been two freakin years since I've updated! I am so sorry! I never meant for it to take this long! I have all sorts of things that got in the way that the best thing I can do is just say: LIFE. Life is hard sometimes lol. Good news I have already started on the chapter after this one so hopefully I can start making regular updates again! Thank you to everyone who has kept with this story and put it on their alerts and thank you to all the new readers as well. Trust and believe I will not abandon this story! Thank you again! All edits done by me so all mistakes are my own, I hope you enjoy!
Omi's fork landed perfectly, right in the overweight man's throat. He heard him gasp and then began to gurgle on his blood. The sound of the man's body falling to the floor finally prompted the other slaves in the room to move. When the man started to flail one of them let out a blood curdling scream. The noise frightened the other attackers to flee the area. Just as the gurgling from the overweight man began to taper off a guard came into the room bellowing to know why he had been awaken.
He stopped abruptly when he saw the man bleeding out by his feet, "What in the name in all that is holy?!" He looked up and all the slaves in the room were pointing at Omi.
Omi stood defiant, "He was attacking me, I defended myself," when the guard started to advance Omi narrowed his eyes and put as much menacing force behind his glare as he could, "I shall not be afraid!" He lifted the bloody fork and the guard stopped moving.
A few seconds passed as the guard went through all of his options. He briefly toyed with the idea of beating the little slave into submission, but it was late and he was tired. So instead he decided to turn him over to the slave wranglers for either re-positioning or resale-after he had the slave dispose of the body and clean up.
It took most of the night to find a suitable dumping ground for the body, no one was awake and when Omi did try to wake people to ask for aid he was either harshly punished or pushed away. By the time he found a small lake to roll the body into he was sore from the effort and from the beatings. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep, but he knew he had to go back to clean the slave quarters. More than once he thought of making a run for it, but he had been seen by many and the night guards were surprisingly adept. Besides, he realized, his body couldn't hold out much more this night, let alone days of running and hiding. As he trudged back into the room most of the blood was dried and all of the workers had fallen back to sleep. He was quiet as he used his already dirty loin cloth, from his own body, to scrub up the mess. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but he was abruptly awakened by a slap to his bare ass. He yelped and was yanked up by his upper arm and hair by the guard who had told him to clean up last night.
Omi wasn't allowed to eat or bathe or dress before he was dragged on a leash through town. He had no idea where he was going, but he hoped they got there quickly. Though he came from the harem he had never been humiliated before such as he was now being led through the kingdom. The guard would stop to talk to other soldiers leaving Omi nude and embarrassed at his side. He was fondled when the guard wasn't looking, passerbys slapping his bottom or tugging his hair. He was called filthy names and spat on. By the time they made it to the slave auctions he was red faced, dirty and in tears. The guard handed him over to the slave traders and he washed his hands of the situation. Omi stood there shaking, he was going to be resold, he would much rather have been beaten than this fate. All he could think of was never seeing Schuldig again and it made him cry even harder.
Omi was on stage with other slaves, shivering from a breeze that blew through. He had been washed down and put into a clean loin cloth. His hair had been combed and some oil was added over the slim muscles of his body so they looked more defined in the sunlight. The old woman tending to him had made mention of the cuts on his face and remarked that he would surely be bought for a lower price because of the bruise on his jaw. Now though, he looked over the crowd, his eyes trying to see what sort of people these were. Obviously these were all rich men, but some of them looked kinder than the others and he hoped that he would be sold to a nice man, that wouldn't abuse him too much. One of the men, younger than the others, looked almost confused to see him up there. Maybe he hadn't been to a slave auction before. Maybe, he just came into his money and was planning to be a first time slave owner. Sometimes fresh slave masters were kinder to their slaves. Omi felt it was worth a shot. He inclined his head at the man and gave him a little smirk, hopefully, his boyish look was what the noble was looking for.
Ravenclaw was taken aback when the little slave he recognized acknowledged him. He wondered what he could have possibly done that was so egregious to have him first placed out into the field and then here on the auction block. At the least he was feisty, at the most dangerous. He slid his eyes over the lean frame of the tiny slave and realized he wasn't dangerous. Couldn't have been, he's much too small. More than likely they got tired of using his body. A body, that Ravenclaw didn't see the appeal in. He had no idea why Prince Aya would find joy in a body like that, so slight, fragile even, it made no sense to him.
He tried to envision it, Prince Aya beckoning the little slave to him, already partially aroused as he watched the younger man shuffle tentatively closer. The prince would tell the slave to get on his knees and he would look lustfully as his order was being obeyed. His cock would bob tantalizingly just inches from soft lips, parting just slightly, as the large eyes watched precum dribble from the silky cockhead. Aya would moan as his small slave gave the tip a gentle lick. Softly he would lave at his prince, bringing the older man to a trembling orgasm with just his skillful tongue alone.
Ravenclaw blinked, suddenly thrown out of his fantasy by the shouting of bids and numbers. He made eye contact with the little slave again and inclined his head back at him, telling him silently that he wanted him for purchase. He might not be able to garner the prince's affection but he could at least try to gain his favor. It was a strategic move, being well liked by the prince of a nation as large and military sound as Weiss may prove fortuitous in the future. If Prince Aya didn't find the gift desirable then Ravenclaw would just keep the slave for himself and see if he could find out what made the slight little man so appealing.
Omi was finally forward and his loin cloth was removed. He was spun and bent and his cheeks were spread and the crowd was being told to look passed his bruised face to see the innocent young boy beneath. The bidding was slow so the announcer lied about his age. Omi cringed when the bidding became more raucous once the men in the crowd thought he was just barely a teen.
Ravenclaw sighed, he waited until the noise died down, until one of the men was certain he had won his prize before he elegantly lifted his hand and over bid him by 2000. The crowd went quiet, looking back at the noble who had bothered to pay so much for a scarred and bruised youth. He ignored their questioning looks and walked off to pay for his purchase; he hoped he would see Prince Aya soon; he was excited to give him his gift.
Aya had been able to convince the king that he had greatly enjoyed Ravenclaw's company and wished to see him again for dinner. Crawford, in a mocking tone, told his father that he greatly enjoyed Schuldig's company and begged he be a guest as well. The king, exacerbated by these younger men's confusing feud, obliged them both. He was over Crawford's whiny complaints and Aya's dark stoicism. He planned for tonight to be the last night of Prince Aya's stay. He was cutting the visit short and he didn't really care what that said about his hospitality as long as all their business was handled and their kingdoms were on friendly terms again.
Aya arrived to dinner right on time, looking dashing in a velvet emerald suit that made his already striking eyes stand out all the more. He had, to the king's delight, left his abrasive sex slave in his quarters and merely came alone. Aya took his seat beside the king, to his left and began to remove his pristine white gloves. Crawford was next, in a pale ivory suit wearing his thin gold circlet across his forehead. He smiled sweetly at his father and inclined his head to Aya in greeting. Schuldig strolled in soon after, he was in a lighter green suit than Aya's that played with the colors of his orange hair. He looked crisp and handsome and Aya was struck again by his beauty. He felt a little guilty about that and then a bit put out that it was because of Yohji and his dammed charisma. Aya suddenly had a vivid memory surface of not just Yohji's charisma, but of his erect, skilled cock as well and he blushed. It was slight, but it was noticeable enough that Schuldig believed he had caused it and he gave the prince a chuckle and a wink. Aya rolled his eyes and looked away and met eyes with Ravenclaw. The noble was smiling brightly, in dark pants paired with a ridiculously ruffled shirt with ballooning sleeves. He quickly made his way over to Aya and sat next to him eagerly. Now it was Crawford's turn to roll his eyes.
The meal was surprisingly pleasant. They spoke of the weather, some local gossip Aya cared nothing about, crops and the livestock. Aya was asked if he was enjoying his stay and it took all of his willpower to just say a simple yes and not the 'it would be better if Crawford was dead so I can go home' that lifted into his throat like bile. Schuldig told a few crude jokes and Ravenclaw bragged about his construction sites, bolstered it seemed by the conversation he had with Aya the other day about his importance in the matter.
As dessert was brought out, bread pudding with fresh berries, the king finally turned the conversation to politics. He looked at Aya and said quite bluntly, "I will be honest, I wish for our two kingdoms to repair our relationship and become sister nations once more. We can build each other up, provide for the stabilization of one another and aid each other during battle."
Aya glanced over as he fingered a raspberry, "I agree, that would be ideal, Weiss has developed new irrigation techniques for our crops. I know of families who have relatives divided among our lands that would enjoy an easier journey between them. However, we are not in a battle, we have no plans for one and we are still averse to attacking Schreient."
The king waved his hand, "I am not alluding to that, I was merely making a point. Somewhere in our futures we may need to be allies. I am not foolish enough to believe that our kingdoms will be the largest forever."
"Nor am I," Aya agreed, "I have no qualms about building relations between us again and I have been given the authority to do just that. However, and I'll be blunt," he gave the king a stern look, "you are not a young man and when you pass I don't want to have to argue, renegotiate or…" his violet eyes slid over to Crawford, "save the reputation of my kingdom because your son has a different view of how Schwartz should be run. It is clear by my visitation that my father and I share the same ideals for what we want for Weiss. It is no secret of your son's ambition and…" he sighed, trying to think of something polite to say. When nothing came forth he shrugged then went on, "His ambition and underhanded techniques to try to override your command-"
"You bastard," Crawford sneered, but was silenced by the upraised hand of his father.
The king cut his eyes towards his son, "He is not lying. Shut your mouth and let him continue boy."
Ravenclaw shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Schuldig chuckled softly. Aya spoke, "My entire point is, how will you ensure that your son doesn't sabotage everything we agree to here tonight?"
"I can't," the king said with a shrug, "as no man can predict what any other man one would do, especially after his passing. My hope is that I have a great few years on me. Years, that as I grow old, my son grows mature and wise. That is all I can say on the matter."
Aya nodded, the king had said all that he could and he respected him for it, "That will have to suffice. I am prepared to draw up a treaty."
The king nodded, "I will have my secretary work on it tonight, it shall be ready in the morning for you to sign. I shall seal it and you should be good to be on your way by tomorrow afternoon."
Aya smirked and cocked a brow; Schuldig chuckled at the blatant desire of the king to be rid of his visitor. There was a bit more conversation and some leisurely nibbling of the fresh fruit for a time before everyone retired to their rooms.
"You're going to have to do it tonight you know…" Schuldig said easily, looking at Prince Aya from his seat across the room from him at the vanity. It was late in the night, just after dinner, but the noble had insisted on speaking with Aya now. The morning would come and the treaty would be signed and that would be the end of it. Aya wouldn't have another excuse to come back to Schwartz. Aya had to kill Crawford tonight.
Aya sighed, he knew Schuldig was right, but he was tired. It would be sloppy if he did it in his current state. He should do it tonight, but it wasn't the right conditions. Surely he could find a reason to return, some festival they were having, the missing Queen's birthday, anything could get him back. But the longer he waited the more Crawford would push for that sea port invasion and he didn't want to give the royal more time to amass allies and money. Schuldig was just assuming that Aya was an assassin and he wasn't going to confirm it to him and it was late and he just needed the noble to go away. Also, he had spoken to Ravenclaw right after dinner and told him he wished to speak with him. He was in no mood to entertain two guests. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak there was a knock on his door.
Yohji, who had been very quiet this whole time but was picking at the grapes Schuldig had brought, waved his hands at the other two, "I'll get it," he sighed. He wanted Schuldig to leave as well. All he wanted to do was spend the evening with Aya and this noble was taking his sweet ass time. He opened the door then gasped loudly, "What the…"
"Prince Aya I have a gift for you!" Ravenclaw sing songed loudly as he swept into the room, but no one was paying him any mind.
Aya, Schuldig and Yohji all had their eyes wide and was looking at the "gift" that was chained to Ravenclaw. Omi looked very different, his once fair skin was tan and he had lost a lot of weight. He had bruises on his arms, legs and face. He had been cleaned and he was wearing a tiny pair of linen shorts and a vest that was a bit too big for him. He was just as wide eyed as the rest.
Schuldig started shaking, so great was his anger that all of his vision tunneled and all he could think about was just how sad and scared Omi looked and just how much that was Crawford's fault. He stood abruptly, his chair falling back, "Aya," he spoke through clenched teeth, "forget everything I asked you to do," he snatched up his gloves and headed towards the door. He was enraged and he was dangerous, "I'll do it myself!"