Fucking computers.

…Please excuse Mae.

I don't own anything.

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"Rick? Can you hear me? Rick?" I mentally sign, I mean really, you get really get tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. Especially when you can't do anything to reply or shut the other person up.

I try to open my eyes. When I can't do that, I try to move any part of my body. No such luck. My anger that was simmering just below the surface broke through.

How dare that bastard do this to me? Why couldn't he pick someone else to do this to? Why did he even do this to me in the first place? He had no right! I'm here for Imhotep, no one else. I only belong to Imhotep! A questioning voice breaks into my thoughts.

"Is he trembling?"

"Yes, he is."

"Now he's sto-"

"I can see that!," The man who I thought is Imhotep. "You don't need to tell me!"

"What's this?" Astarte's grumbling voice cuts through Imhotep's yelling. "What has been done to him?"

"Where is Ofelia? She needs to be here."

"She could not come. What is this incident?"

Imhotep's voice hardened as he gathered me onto his lap. "I don't know. I came upon a scene that did not please me. He did something to him."

Astarte's clothes rustled. "Sargon, whatever did you do to Rick?"

I couldn't hear what Sargon said, if he said anything because Imhotep started to growl. "He did some sort of magic. Rick won't respond to me. He won't wake up."

I could hear Astarte's clothes rustle as she turned towards us. "Oh?" She sounded amused. "How do you now that he was performing a enchantment on our dear Rick?"

"There was light surrounding them. Rick was slumped against him and Sargon had his mouth against his ear." I didn't remember seeing light.

"What." A couple of guards men, I think whimpered. She must have looked angry.

Sargon started to talk rapidly in the same language he used towards me. I jerked and wanted to get away. As far away that I could manage. Imhotep's arms tightened around me. I started to tremble while Sargon continued to talk in that heady language.

"Stop." Astarte hissed. "Hush your unwanted babbling. Speak the universal word, do not maim my ears with your abhorrent dialect."

Sargon trailed off and I stopped shivering.

"Fix him, now." Imhotep growled.

"Be patient a minute longer Imhotep. Rick, darling? Can you hear me? If you can, move for yes. If you don't, I'll take that as a sign for no."

I tried to do something, anything, but my body would not obey me. I screamed and beat against the bars keeping me trapped in my head. I was so desperate. If only I could do something, anything. Then I felt wetness on my cheek. Was someone crying?

Astarte's clothes crunched and she moved yet again. "You, get the Madame. Tell her that I need her assistance. Go now!"

A 'yes ma'am' was shouted then footsteps pounding down the hallway pushed it's way into my ears.

What felt like someone petting me on the head made me calm my ranting while Imhotep nuzzled into the back of my neck.

"Don't worry chosen one, help is coming."

A couple moments later, soft hurried footsteps come closer.

"Vous avez appelé pour moi. Votre Majesté? "

"I did."

"How can she help? She is just a small woman."

"Je peux entendre ses pensées. Il est frustré qu'il est piégé dans son esprit. "

"Hush now, Imhotep. She is here to be of assistance in communicating with Rick. Now Rick, what happened? "

My anger spiked up. She wants' to know what happened does she? I'll tell her exactly what happened. I-

"S'il vous plaît, calmez-vous. Vous êtes mal ma tête quand vous êtes en colère. Il semble que vous êtes à hurler. "

"Please calm yourself, darling. You wouldn't want to disable your only way of communicating would you?"

That's true. I defiantly don't want to be stuck in my head, only able to tremble like a little girl.

"Il comprend maintenant. posez vos questions. Il est impatient d'être libre de son lie. "

"So, Rick start telling us what has happened between you and Sargon. Don't be shy either. We need to know everything."

And so, I started to go back through every second. I had started with running off from Imhotep but was careful to exclude why I had run off. The French woman did not speak for a while. In fact she only started to speak until I had recounted that I had bumped into Sargon. Then, while I thought the words, she said them.

After I had explained my side of the story, and she had translated it into actual words, I felt much better.

"I'll kill him."

Sargon's rough voice with his rough dialect erupts out of his ordered silence. Then he squeeled and his words were muffled. And this time I didn't tremble.

"I am very upset with you right now, Sargon, do you really wish to anger me further? Rick, darling, try moving again."

What's the use? I know I can't move. Then something came to me: what if I was permanently frozen like this? I can't be stuck like this!

I jerked my body and suddenly I was on the floor. A second later Imhotep has his arms wrapped tight around me. I keep thrashing and wriggling.

Suddenly, pain flares up my back and I stiffen.

"Paying attention, now, Durriken?" With a murmured approval from the Madame, Astarte continued. "Good, you will slowly gain control of your body but you have to force it to do as you wish. You will probably have stiffness in your joints but that will not last long. Imhotep will take you to your room to watch over you. Do you understand now, Rick?"

I understood what she said about stiffness and forcing my body to do as it wants because when I tried to nod, my head barely twitched. I tried again and was able to move my neck so I could nod. It was a stiff nod, but right now it didn't matter to me. I could move again.

Then I could feel myself be picked up and I knew that it was Imhotep. I couldn't hear anybody else walking with us so I knew that this was a rare occurrence of us being alone outside of one of our bedrooms.

"You made me very worried, love."

I tried to say sorry but all that came out was a pathetic whining sound. I felt Imhotep squeeze me as he pulled me closer. Then he begun to whisper something in what sounded like Ancient Egyptian. But I knew that couldn't be, didn't I already know how to speak Ancient Egyptian since I was already here. Apparently not, since I couldn't tell what he was saying. So I tried to say his name.

"Ummimep"

He pause his speaking. I felt his lips against my forehead. I could feel a smile break out over his face. "Are you trying to say my name, love?"

"Uminhrep."

He brushed his lips over my forehead down to the corner of my still closed eyes. He pressed a kiss there and whispered for me to try to say it again.

"Urmintep."

Another smile against my skin, this time over my cheekbone. "Again, love, say it again."

"Irmnitep."

"He laughs and says that I sound so silly. Then he tells me to say it again. His lips are at my earslobe.

"Imrhimtep."

"You are so close, love, so close. Oh so very close." He stops walking and I can hear doors being opened. He doesn't say anything until the doors are closed again and he is moving once again. I feel his soft bedding against my back and can feel the bed lower in his direction. "Say it again."

And as his hands pull at my clothes, I repeat my imperfect mantra of his name. Randomly, I'll feel his lips somewhere on my body. Unfortunately, it doesn't respond.

"Say it again, and again, and again. Over and over until it's imprinted in your mind, soul, and heart. Over and over again, love. Say it again."

"Irm srry."

"Don't be love, just say my name."

"Irnmhotup"

"Mmhm, sounding better."

"Irmhotup."

"Keep trying, love, you're so close." His lips ghosts over my forehead. I can feel that he is not smiling anymore.

"Irmhotep"

His smile is back. "That's it love, so close, oh-so close."

"Imhotep."

"I've got you love."

I tried to explain that I was sorry and so afraid but my words flowed jumbled and tangled. He laughed and told me to just relax.

The bedclothes rustled as he left the bed. I whimpered and his hand was back, stroking my forehead. "Shh, love, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just getting comfortable." His fingers trailed over my face before disappearing again.

I waited a couple of seconds and suddenly I was warm and could feel him shift me into a sitting up position. I could hear his heartbeat under my ear. That's when I realized that I was practically curled up in his lap with my head resting on his chest. I could feel his arms around me but not his hands. Then he began to read.

I couldn't tell what exactly he was reading but I think it was a book. I didn't understand the language but I think that it was a dialect of Chinese.

And I just sat there listening to his voice rumble, him breathing and his heart thumping under my ear. Every once a while, I would start to tremble and jerk, as if I was a string puppet being played with a small child. And Imhotep did nothing but hold me and murmur in his language whenever a bad tremor would rack my body.

I started to flex my muscles or move little parts of my body. Sometimes I could move and other times I couldn't. I was trying to flex my shoulder muscle when Imhotep interrupted his reading.

"Love, open your eyes."

I stopped what I was doing and was shocked at myself. All this time I hadn't even tried to open or close my eyes. I tried to lift my eyelids, but I couldn't.

"Imhotep, mmnt."

"No? Why not? You seem to be able to move other parts of your body."

I tried again then I felt his fingers on my eye lids. "I can feel your eyes moving. I can feel the fragile muscles struggle. Keep trying love, let me see those pretty eyes."

So we sat in silence, me trying to do what was a simple task and him watching me. I don't know how much had passed before I could raise my eyelids just barely. I could see Imhotep's skin but it was like looking through a gauzy sheet. I felt his hand under my chin pushing my face up. His blurry face came into my sight.

"Look, at that. You did it."

His face came closer and didn't get any clearer. Then I felt his lips against mine. I couldn't do anything but just sit there. I could feel desperation and frustration welling up. He pulled away and dragged his thumbs under my eyes. I was probably crying again.

Then Imhotep started to recline; pulling me with him until he was laying down with me curled under his arm. I close my eyes, feeling the strain on my eyes. Then Imhotep was murmuring into my ear. It was a different language from before.

I was drifting asleep. I jerked and nearly kneed Imhotep in his boys. I whimpered and whispered his name. I had to stay asleep. I couldn't fall asleep!

"Lovely Ri. Oh lovely Ri, sleep and be well in the morn. Be well and dream of good."

"Nnnnnnoooooo."

"Hush, Lovely, you'll be alright."

And with that I was floating into darkness again, unwillingly.

I jackknifed into an upright position, turned and vomited over the side of the bed. I shuddered and heaved over and over again. I could feel warm hands run down my back, up my back, drag into my hair as I gagged and lost that delicious breakfast that wasn't so appetizing coming back up. Then I was aware that I was making whimpering noises between gagging, and Imhotep was soothing me with deep rumbles emitting from his chest.

When I thought I was done, I sat up slowly and closed my eyes. Then I felt Imhotep press against my back. One hand covered my eyes while the other wrapped around my waist and started to stroke my stomach.

"Are you done, Lovely?"

I shrug and Imhotep chuckles. "Say my name, Lovely Ri."

I whisper his name and felt his lips on the back of my neck when I uttered the last syllable.

"You are safe now. I have you."

"I was so scared."

Imhotep's arm tightens slightly as he nuzzles the back of my neck. "I know."

"I was so alone."

"Oh, Lovely, I know. It's alright now. Don't worry."

I shudder and pull out of Imhotep's arms. I move to the edge of the bed, carefully avoiding the mess I made on the floor. I stand up and fall as my knees collapse from underneath me. Strong, hot arms catch me.

"Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom, I feel disgusting." Then suddenly I'm being carried to the bathroom. I start to struggle. "I can do it myself! Put me do-"

Imhotep stops and looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "And how long will it take you? Quite a while, yes? Better to just let me take care of you." He looks away and continues moving toward the bathroom.

Instead of fighting it I just lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I hear the curtain rustle and the sound of Imhotep's feet on the stone floor. He moves his shoulder, nudging my head so I open my eyes and look at his face. He flashes me a smile before setting me carefully on one of the many counters. "Stay there, don't move."

"What am I, a dog?"

He laughs and turns toward the tub. Water rushes out of the facet before he turns around and looks at me. He smirks and takes a step towards me. I instantly turn red for absolutely no reason and press myself into the wall behind me. I close my eyes tightly and shudder when I feel Imhotep's hands tug at my clothes.

My eyes fly open when my sarong loosens and begins to slide off. One hand shoots to grasp a wrist of one of Imhotep's hand while the other snatches the sliding cloth and holds it to hide my manly bits. Imhotep steps back and just looks at me. I let go of his wrist because I'm in danger of falling off the counter but I can't take my eyes away from Imhotep.

When he smirks, I could feel myself blush again so I look away. I watch his feet come closer then I look to the side when Imhotep kisses me on my shoulder.

"Mnn," I whimper but mentally kick myself. He smirks and starts to suck on a patch of skin just above my collarbone. I clench my eyes and my hand into a tight fist. My hand that isn't clutching the flimsy fabric grips his shoulder. He trails his lips up my neck to my ear where he sucks the lobe into his hot mouth.

I squirm then feel one hand slip up my thigh, over my hip, and down the small of my back to grip an ass cheek. I moan and arch into Imhotep's chest with my head thrown back. I open my eyes when I feel his breath against my lips. I look into his eyes and laugh.

"I'm not letting go of the cloth." All he does laugh and pick me up, moves toward the tub and drops me into the warm water.

When I resurface, spluttering, he is slipping in behind me. I stiffen as he shifts himself and me comfortably before pulling me back so I'm leaning against his back. He reaches to the side of the tub that is against the wall and pulls a small jar of inky white sludge that I could only assume was soap. It disappears out of sight for a moment before appearing again when he puts it back.

"What is that?"

"Something for your hair."

Then I feel his fingers comb and twist gently in my hair; spreading the sweet smelling gel stuff through my hair. We are silent until he tells me to lean forward. When I do, he cups his hands, and rinses the soap from my hair. I don't get time to sit up before he is rubbing his hands through my hair again.

"Now what?"

"Something else for your hair. Don't ask me what it is, I didn't bother asking."

"Hm."

After he finishes rubbing his hands through my hair, he waited a couple of minutes before rinsing it again.

"Stand up, love." I stare dumbly into the water before looking over my shoulder at him.

"I don't know if I can."

"Don't worry, I'll help you." He smiles before leaning forward and planting one on me. He pulls back and tucks his hands under my arms to pull me up as he stands. Once we are standing, his hand encircles my wrist of the hand that has somehow maintained the death grip on the cloth that hid my bits.

"I've seen you, love. I've sucked your cock. You can't really be shy now, can you?"

"I just-"

"You need both of your hands to support yourself. Don't worry, I won't bite." The 'hard' part remained unspoken but it was still there.

"Ok." Imhotep's hand traveled down and gripped the soaked clothe pulling it away from my body. It disappeared with a wet plop over the side of the tub. Then he places his hands on my hips and turns me until I am bracing my arms on the wall.

Then his hands trail down and squeeze my ass cheeks. I whimper before trying to press my face into the wall. The water sloshes against the sides of the tub when Imhotep moves. His hand appears right next to my hip and grasps a tube of what is probably soap again. His hand and the tube disappears. Then something similar to ice was sliding down my back.

"Cold?"

"What do you think?"

"Sorry, love, it'll warm in a minute." Then his hands are smearing the soap across the top of my shoulders, then down my back, then his hands are sliding down the side of my thighs. I shiver and let a small moan escape. He shushes me and the water sloshes again as he moves.

I look over my shoulder and see him kneeling. His hands are massaging my calves now. I look into his eyes and turn back around, my face on fire. Imhotep chuckles. Then nips my ass. I gasp but moan when he sucks on the bite.

"Don't be shy love, we are far from over."

Oh shit was the only thing that filled my head when I heard that.

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