عبد الآلهة
Slave of Gods
A/N: I am so sorry. I forgot to put what a Ninshin is, but I think I fixed it. Yeah, that's right. It's an mpreg fic… Also I got a review that told me to avoid any OC's, but if I am going to be a writer, I need to be able to make my own characters blend in with the story, no? So there will be about 2 or so, and others just as minor people, like slaves or villagers and such. So R&R if you dare.
Chapter 3: Selling the soul
Atem and Yugi glanced at each other in shock, as Bakura's four other men tied them up and scaled the palace wall to their horses. "My Pharaoh! Please forgive me for getting you into this." Yugi cried out as he was forced belly down onto the horse that was Bakura's steed. "Do not worry Little One, we will be fine." Atem's expression saddened. "QUIET! You two are going to make our clan very rich, but don't make me mar your pretty bodies. That won't help me get much money." Bakura cackled evilly. Yugi's eyes widened in realization. "You're going to sell us? Why?" Yugi demanded. Bakura only smirked even more. "Because, little Yugi, the Pharaoh is worth much money in the black market. Also he has a handsome body. You on the other hand, are a Ninshin, so you are almost worth even more money than him."
Bakura urged his horse to go faster. As the party sped through the desert, Yugi pondered what a Ninshin was. He never had heard the term in his life. All that he could think of that was abnormally different from his human body from the others was the crown birthmark on his left hip. Other than that, he couldn't think of any other thing. Maybe that was the mark of a Ninshin, but he wasn't sure.
The sun soon set as they slowed near a cave. Bakura led his thief's into the cave passage. As they neared a light, Atem and Yugi saw a small cell. The smell was horrendous. A mix of blood and other things. Atem gagged and held his breath. Yugi glanced at his pharaoh and grimaced. The smell was almost unbearable.
Once inside the small cell, they stripped him of his fine armor and clothes.
'You ain't no Pharaoh anymore, pretty boy," one of the goons leered at him with broken yellow teeth and breath that stank of stale wine and rancid meat. He had dark hair that was short and greasy. He grabbed Atem's crown off his head and dropped it on the floor.
Atem stood, passive and defiant at once. He said growled, but just looked at them.
"Here, yer majesty. Put these on," the second cohort handed Atem a pile of clothes. This one had lighter brown hair and he too looked like he hadn't bathed in quite some time. He was just as bulky as the first and his eyes were a light brown. The ex-pharaoh pulled the clothes on.
"In you go, into the Royal bedroom," one of the henchmen said, shoving Atem into an iron cage. They left, snickering.
Atem sat, hugging his knees to his chest. A stray piece of hair fell into his face as it always did and he brushed it back. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he sensed another person in the room, specifically, in the cage. Yugi's hallow eyes looked up at him sadly.
'So this is life,' Atem thought. 'A pharaoh one day, a slave-to-be the next.' He rested his forehead on his knees and let out a heavy sigh.
"Hey cutie, what's wrong?" A voice leered from a position next to Atem.
The man in the cage beside the ex-pharaoh's was smirking at him. He had stringy red hair, stubble, and a jagged scar over his nose. Atem stared at him coldly, feeling the shadows slide over him protectively.
"Hey, lookit this one over here," said a female voice over by Yugi. A hand slithered through the bars over to the boy…
Yugi jerked away and scrambled over to the other side of the cage, away from the questing hand.
"Don't touch me!" he shouted, half-demanding, half pleading.
A bunch of voices laughed then.
"Don't like to be touched, eh?" one snickered. "Better hope you don't get sold to a Master who wants you just for your pretty face and body. Though that's not likely."
The tri-color haired teen's face flushed, but it probably couldn't be see in the dark holding area. He pressed himself to the bars as far away from the taunting voices as he could get. Gripping the iron poles, he stole a glance at Atem,
"Hmmm… I wonder if this one's as restless as the other," hissed a voice. A skeletal, dirty hand with sullied broken nails reached out and caressed Atem's bare skin.
The exiled Pharaoh made a sound like a cross between a screech and a roar and sprang to the middle of the cage. He looked around frantically.
"DON'T LAY A FILTHY HAND ON ME!" He yelled at the darkness. The voices just laughed again. "Don't stroke you ego anymore Pharaoh, you no longer have your powers."
Soon a man with greasy slicked back hair entered the holding area. "I need 3 slaves, men, and good for rough work." He demanded with a nasally snooty voice. His goons jumped up and roughly looked over three slaves. This continued until Yugi and the ex-Pharaoh was left. The man, Ratas, sneered at the two teens, "You, pretty boys are going to get me some money in my pocket. You and going to listen to me, or I'll have to punish you, and it won't leave a mark. You see this whip here, it special, it will hurt as bad as a normal one, but it won't leave a single mar on yer pretty figures." He wheezed what was supposed to be his laugh. You could tell by his rough voice that he smoked his pipe too much.
Yugi jumped up and ran to the other edge of the cadge that he was trapped in with Atem. SNAP! Yugi cried out in pain as Ratas flicked the whip at Yugi's chest. "We will have none of that, come along boys, let us see how many of these men and women will pay to get a piece of you sexy asses. Also cock I should add." He sniggered and hacked as his goons chained Atem and dragged him to the stage.
"ALLRIGHTY MEN AND LADIES, here we have our beloved ex-Pharaoh! He has a bit of a mouth on his, so you may have a screamer on your hands. So I will start the bidding at 10040 Egyptian pounds (Equal to about $1650.5057 US dollars) for a piece of this boy's sexy ass! BEGIN!"
Shouts were heard for minuets on end, the price gradually getting higher, until a deep voice rang out the final price "20000 pounds! That's my final offer. (Once again, about $3287.8600 US dollars (1)" The stadium was silent. That was a lot of money in this day. Not a word was uttered as the man strode up to the stage to claim the prize the he knew he had already won.
"Hello there, I hope you like pleasing others, because I'm going to have fun with you, Pharaoh." He sneered. "Ah, Tanikee, I knew you would help me pocket a lot. There's another one in there that looks almost like him, hope you didn't use up all that dough on that one."
Tanikee flashed a grin "Oh you bet, I got plenty of money." He motioned for one of the buffer slaves to take Atem to his caravan, before melting back into the crowd.
Ratas slipped back into the room one last time to get the boy called Yugi. "Now pretty one, you're not going to cause much trouble are you? We don't need our only Ninshin in many years. You may even get more money out of you than the Pharaoh did. Now get moving or I'll have to use the whip again, got me child?" Yugi nodded timidly. Chained to the floor of the stage, the man named Ratas started the bidding. "ALL RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLMEN, THE PRIZE YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! OUR LITTLE NINSHIN! I will start the bids at 100200 pounds ($16472.1786. Get it yet?)
The only bid heard was Tanikee's. "300500 pounds. No higher!" ($49400.0965.) No one dared bid against the rich man, they would only lose. "SOLD TO TANIKEE FOR 300500 pounds. Have fun with this one, and the Pharaoh my man." Ratas told him.
"Okay boy. I own you now, I want no shit, you follow my rules and do as I ask, and you will have a fairly pleasant life, despite the sex. Be happy I bought your companion too. Don't want my pretty Ninshin lonely." Yugi nodded, clearly terrified. He was brought to the caravan and tied to the horse next to a passed out Atem. "Looks like he struggled too much." Tanikee stated. Barking the order to get moving, the caravan slowly started their journey to their masters' mansion.
Atem opened his eyes slowly. He recalled getting sold to Tanikee, but he didn't remember if Yugi had also been bought by this man until he heard his whisper in his sleep. "Momma, don't go out there…. Mmnh….. Dad no!" Yugi was shaking and sweating profusely. "Yugi, wake up little one." Atem said weakly. Yugi stirred, but did not respond any further. "YUGI." Atem whispered harshly. Yugi jumped up in his saddle and looked at Atem. "Yes my Pharaoh?" He said. Atem shook his head, "No Yugi, I am no longer the Pharaoh, I am Atem. Call me that." Yugi frowned. "As you wish, but you are still the Pharaoh to me, I am still your slave."
"Yugi stop that, no more. We are almost to this mans' mansion, don't do anything too hastily. We need to think up a plan to get us out of here." Yugi nodded. Yugi sat up and looked at the other slaves that were bought this day; he spotted a teen that looked just like Atem, but with skin his tone. "He you, with the light skin, yeah you. Hello, I'm Yugi." The boy spun around and stared at Yugi, shocked that he wasn't the only one with light skin and a full Egyptian heritage. "Hello." His baritone closely matched the Pharaoh's. Yugi smiled "Well are you going to tell me your name or what?" Atem glanced u and gasped and the resemblance that the boy had to both him and Yugi.
The teen glance at Atem and Yugi before whispering his name so that Tanikee didn't hear.
"My name is Yami, pleased to meet you Yugi, you too my Pharaoh."