Ahmose Inarus

Ahmose Inarus

Hato chiisai

Shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I own Ahmose. That’s all. Nothing else.

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Chapter 11

The Fall of the Chosen

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~*~ Read the name of the chapter people. That’s right, this is probably what you’ve all been waiting for, you sickos (giggle ^_^ ). There is gang rape in this chapter, so be on your guard.~*~

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Ahmose yawned as he walked down the hall, glancing at the guards properly saluting him. He reached Yugioh’s chamber and silently slipped in, nodding to the guards posted by the door. He walked over to the bed, and stopped.

“Set strike me down! Not again!” He cursed, and ran from the room. The guards blinked.

“Gone again, Lord Inarus?” One guard asked.

“That Ra-Forsaken Pharaoh? YES!” Ahmose snapped, and ran. The guards snickered. Yugioh had recently gotten quite arrogant and rebellious towards people, and over the last month, that included Ahmose. This was the seventeenth time in two months that he had disappeared from his room at night. In minutes, Ahmose was riding Nakhti out of the Palace gates and into the city. He headed straight for the Dice Pits. He leapt off his horse after reigning him to a stop, and the “bouncer” outside grinned.

“Ah. Good evening Lord Inarus! Your charge is within.”

“How’s my timing?”

“An hour and a half. New record, my Lord.” The man said with a grin, and Ahmose smirked and snorted, sweeping inside. It was loud within the building, and smelly. Ahmose made a face as a loud fart blasted through the room, and he glared in annoyance as Yugioh toppled over laughing, as did several other men. Ahmose cleared his throat, and the room got quiet.

“Already?!” Yugioh cried, dismayed.

“What do you mean ‘already’?” Ahmose snapped, folding his arms.

“I always get at least two hours!”

“With your constant disappearances, I have begun checking your room frequently. Time to go home, my Lord.”

“Yes, Mommy.” Yugioh grumbled, standing. The men all bid their goodbyes to the Pharaoh, whose company they quite enjoyed. Ahmose glared around, as always, and followed Yugioh out. Yugioh waved to the guard outside and mounted Nakhti, Ahmose getting on behind him.

“You never let me have any fun...” The seventeen year old Pharaoh pouted, and the nearly eighteen year old Ahmose snorted.

“And sitting in a smelly Dice Pit gambling money away to farting drunks is fun?” Ahmose asked, and Yugioh’s pout slowly turned into an amused grin. Ahmose rolled his eyes. “I had to ask.... Yugi...” He said, urging Nakhti into a trot. “If you want to go out, tell me, and I will go with you. Please... Do not sneak out anymore. One day... One day you may get into trouble, and I will not be there to help you, because I will not know where you are. That thought frightens me, Yugioh. It frightens me like no other thought. If anything were to happen to you... I don’t know what I would do.”

“You would rule in my stead, according to my command.” Yugioh said, as if discussing what was for breakfast the next morning, and Ahmose frowned.

“Yugi... PLEASE don’t do this... I’m begging you...” Yugioh grunted and pouted. “PLEASE.” They got to the palace stables and both dismounted. Ahmose sighed as the stable boy took Nakhti, and chased his king.

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Yugioh snuck across the courtyard, his face hidden by a cloak. He climbed the wall and dropped over the other side. He glanced left. The Dice Pits were that way... But Ahmose always went straight there now. Yugioh smirked and went right, thinking that he had fooled his over protective guardian. Or so he thought. Ahmose followed in the shadows, silently cursing his reckless charge, and thanking the gods he had caught him in the act and could thus follow him and keep an eye on him. With all the assassination attempts against Yugioh it was a miracle he had survived for two months of sneaking out alone at night.

Yugioh walked for about twenty minutes until he reached a tavern. He hesitated, then went in, and Ahmose cursed. Yugioh knew nothing about what areas of the city he should avoid, and this place was one of them. Ahmose swallowed thickly. And ominous air seemed to settle over the tavern; he had a very bad feeling that something bad would happen tonight....

The sorcerer slipped in and watched the hooded figure of the Pharaoh move to a table in the corner and order from the tavern keeper in a hushed tone, and watch what was happening in the rowdy room. A pair of men were getting in a fight, and suddenly, it was an all out brawl. Not wanting to be involved, Yugioh soon abandoned his drink and began to make a hasty exit. But on the way he was shoved to the floor, and the hood slipped off. Ahmose grew tense.

The room grew silent as the figure on the ground shook his head, trying to regain his senses after knocking his head into the wall. Yugioh slowly sat up, and suddenly noticed the silence. He looked up, and his eyes widened when he realized that his cover was blown. Ahmose’s eyes began darting around, surveying the men in there and escape routes... The odds were not in his favor.

“By Ra!” A man gasped. “The Pharaoh!” Yugioh stood quickly, and looked around. He pulled his hood back on and made his way for the door, only to find it blocked by a group of mean looking men and he got a feeling that things were about to get ugly.

“Where do you think you’re going, your Majesty?” One man sneered, and Yugioh looked him in the eyes.

“Home.” He said. His tone was soft, but regal, and carried through the room. Ahmose was able to detect a hidden tremor in the young king’s voice. There was a brief pause, and the men began to laugh, closing in on the boy king who backed away, slowly.

“Oh, I don’t think so, Atemu......” Another man snarled, and seized Yugioh’s upper arm in a bruising grip while another tore the cloak from his head and shoulders revealing the fine linen tunic and gold jewelry beneath. Yugioh suddenly understood the severity of the situation and opened his mouth to call for help, but the men bore down on him, covering his mouth and dragging him away from the door. His petite form was easily overpowered no matter how mighty his struggles, and he was dragged into a back room. He knew what these rooms were for, and the sight of the bed only confirmed his suspicions and frightened him even more.

Ahmose followed, mingling with the men and entered the room in time to se Yugioh being thrown onto the bed and tied down, and he gulped and got ready to make his move when the men began to rip the clothing off of Yugioh’s body.

“So the Pharaoh is a god, eh?” One man snarled to the petrified young man. “If you are a god, then free yourself, O Mighty Son of Ra.” Yugioh stared at the man with frightened eyes, and the man laughed in his face. “That’s what I thought! You’re no different than the rest of us!” The man moved down the bed and settled between Yugioh’s legs. Ahmose’s eyes darted around desperately, trying to find a way for him to escape with Yugioh, but so far saw no possible options.

The young King of Games’ mind was suddenly assaulted by Ahmose’s words from a few nights ago. ‘Please... Do not sneak out anymore. One day... One day you may get into trouble, and I will not be there to help you, because I will not know where you are. That thought frightens me, Yugioh. It frightens me like no other thought. If anything were to happen to you... I don’t know what I would do.’ The Pharaoh was visibly trembling now, and tears were beginning to form in his terrified eyes. Ahmose gulped. No matter what his options, he had to make his move. NOW.

“But he IS different.” He snarled, and everyone turned to look at a cloaked figure loitering in the corner of the room.

“Oh? How?” Asked the man about to rape Yugioh, and the cloaked figure walked up to him. In a flash, his fingers were around the man’s neck, and he hurled him to the floor, throwing off his long black cape and hood, revealing his identity.

“He has me.” Ahmose snarled, eyes flashing dangerously as he stood between Yugioh and his would-be rapists.

“Great Ra! The sorcerer!” One man screamed.

“Get him!” Shouted another, and a few very brave, or very stupid men charged Ahmose. In a flash of fists they were all on the floor, and Ahmose glared at the rest of the men, as if daring them to attack. He glanced over his shoulder at Yugioh to see that he wasn’t injured.

“Are you all right, my Lord?” He asked quickly, keeping an eye on the men glaring daggers at the pair. Yugioh gulped, and nodded slightly. “Then hold on tight.” Ahmose snarled, as more men poured into the small room, all of them armed. “We’re not leaving through the front door, Yugi.” Slowly, his body was surrounded by a shimmering aura, that got bigger, and brighter by the moment, and was enough to discourage the men from attacking.

“What are you doing?” Yugioh gasped.

“A teleportation spell.”

“What?” Yugioh gasped, remembering a conversation he’d had with Ahmose a few years earlier...

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“That is so amazing!”

“Not really. Simple animation.” Ahmose said. “One of the first things I learned.”

“It’s really that easy for you?”

“Yes.”

“What isn’t, then?!” Yugioh asked with an amused pout.

“Teleportation.”

“Huh?”

“A spell that can automatically transfer things from one location to another. For some reason, I can’t get the hang of it. It’s too draining. I’m exhausted afterwards. And it takes a long time to do a spell for more than one person or object.”

“Hah! So you DO have a weak point!” Yugioh crowed, thrusting a finger under Ahmose’s nose, and the sorcerer chuckled.

“Shhh… Don’t tell.” He said with a wink.

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Yugioh shook his head. “B-but, you can’t....... Ahmose, teleportation spells are your weak points! And you said a teleportation spell for two takes a long time! We don’t have a long time!” Ahmose nodded

“........ I know. That’s why I’m doing it for one!”

“WHAT?!” Yugioh shrieked. “Ahmose, what are you doing?!”

“Sending you back to the palace!”

“You , you can’t! You won’t have the strength to teleport yourself!”

“I know.”

“You can’t fight all these men!” Yugioh gasped, ready to panic. Ahmose glanced over his shoulder and Yugioh paled at the look in his friend’s eye.

“I know.” Ahmose said, and it clicked. Yugioh realized what Ahmose was doing.

“AHMOSE, NO!!!” He screamed, and the shining aura around Ahmose suddenly whirled to surround Yugioh’s naked body. “AHMOSE!!!!!” Yugioh was gone. Yugioh gasped as his vision was engulfed in brightness, and then he found himself at home, in his bed. His heart in his throat and pounding in his panic, he leapt off of the bed only to slam into an invisible barrier; Ahmose had not only done a teleportation spell, but put a force field around his bed, entrapping him. He knew that it was Ahmose’s way of protecting him, by making sure that he wouldn’t come to the rescue. But he couldn’t leave Ahmose there to take a brutal beating and.... Yugioh shook his head, tears spilling from his eyes. He couldn’t bear to even THINK the word... He began pounding on the barrier and screaming, but his cries were left unanswered...

As soon as Yugioh vanished Ahmose stumbled and fell to his knees, his strength gone. The men in the room stared at the exhausted sorcerer for a moment or two, until one man spoke up.

“Hah! He doesn’t even have the strength to stand!” And that began it all. The men surged forwards and attacked the weakened sorcerer, brutally beating him. And through it all, Ahmose hardly uttered a sound. He was left lying on the floor, bleeding, and unable to defend himself. The man who had started it all knelt and jerked Ahmose to his knees by his hair, and leered at the young man.

“If you so want to take your Pharaoh’s place, so be it, sorcerer.” The men overcame the beaten boy, stripping him of his clothes and binding him where Yugioh had lain only minutes before, and Ahmose made no protest.

The man who seemed to be the ringleader of the gang of thugs moved over Ahmose Inarus, leering down into his eyes that were wide and filled with a terror that the young man had never known. Ahmose had never considered himself innocent, and had been told of the horror of rape... but he had never experienced it in any way shape or form... He had only heard stories and warnings, and even those were few and far between. But as he lay helpless beneath the gaze of around two dozen lustful men, he suddenly realized just how blind he was to the truths of the darkest corners of the world. He suddenly realized just how ignorant he was, knowing nothing of the ways of sex, good or bad, other than what he had been told. All his life he had devoted himself to his training and his king, denying what most would consider to be the most basic of pleasures, including that of the flesh. He had forsaken his own body’s desires all for the sake of another. He, himself, Ahmose Inarus, Body Guard of the Pharaoh and High Priest of Anubis, had been an innocent child all along.

A horrible scream ripped through the night as the first man thrust into the fallen sorcerer, and Ahmose knew pain and humiliation like nothing he had ever felt before. He had never screamed in pain before, having always taken it in near silence, but the pain of a fist or blade was nothing compared to the pain of rape. It was not only his body being wounded, but his mind and spirit... it was his very soul that was crying out in agony.

He struggled and cried, begging the gods to deliver him from the hell he had fallen into, from the demons that now swarmed over his body, clawing his skin and silencing his voice by forcing their arousals into his mouth. His eyes only got wider in panic as a pressure seemed to settle on his chest; he could barely breathe. He could only manage a whimper as he felt his rapist climax within him and move away, then screamed around the flesh in his mouth as another took his place, thrusting violently into his bleeding channel.

He choked as the man straddling his face released, and he spat his sour tasting seed out and sucked in a few breathes, then gave a desperate plea before he was once again silenced by another man forcing his penis into his mouth and down his throat. He writhed in pain and desperate struggles as he felt his body slowly being clawed at and coated not only with his own blood, but with the semen of the seemingly countless men who were standing around him, masturbating.

Ahmose was in a world of nothing but pain and suffering unlike any he ever knew was possible. He felt like he was dying, body and soul, and his only wish was that death would come swiftly... that his master, Anubis, would take pity on his chosen son and carry him from his pain and into the blessed after life. But Anubis did not come, and this made it all worse for Ahmose; he had been betrayed by the very god whom had chosen him to be his ambassador to the living mortal men. For what felt like a lifetime to Ahmose, the torture continued... The pain intensified and his soul died more and more. It all became a blur. He saw nothing but cruel faces leering down at him, reveling in his agony. He heard nothing but a dull pounding in his ears, the pleasured grunts and moans of his attackers and the cruel words being sneered at him. He could acutely taste the semen in his mouth and feel the violent assault on his body.

His brain felt as though it would implode within his skull as the pressure mounted in his mind, driving him to the brink of madness. And then, it all just... stopped.... The men were gone, and Ahmose was left bound to the bed, seemingly asleep, blood and semen soaking the bed beneath his thighs. He felt the tears dripping down his cheeks as his amber eyes opened, looking more hollow and emotionless than they had ever been before. Ahmose swallowed and blinked, more tears falling from his eyes.

“Y-Yugioh.....” He whispered, the safety of his king the only comfort he had. After a moment, he faced the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. The same glow began to envelop his body, and after a few minutes Ahmose uttered a pained cry and his body vanished.

He reappeared in his dark room in the palace, landed on his bed and slowly rolled onto his side, and then cried himself to sleep. The sun peeked over the horizon.

Yugioh was slumped against the barrier in a light, but exhausted doze. The shield suddenly vanished, and the Pharaoh yelped as he toppled over. He lifted his head up and looked around, confused. Then, his eyes widened.

“Ahmose....” He leapt from the floor and charged out of the room as fast as he could, startling his guards badly. “AHMOSE!!!” He burst through the door to Ahmose’s room, looked around, then rushed to Ahmose’s bed, crawling over to the sorcerer and rolling him onto his back. He stared down into the sorcerer’s face, and cried.

“Ahmose.... Ahmose, wake up.” He gasped, and slowly, Ahmose’s eyes opened. He looked at Yugioh and smiled slightly.

“Yugi.... Are you all right?” He asked, and Yugioh sobbed.

“What in Ra’s holy name possessed you to do that?!” The Pharaoh demanded.

“I had to get you out of there.” Ahmose whispered. Yugioh cried harder.

“You could have gotten me out another way! You didn’t have to sacrifice yourself! Sweet Nephtys, you told me not to go! You told me you had a bad feeling! Why didn’t I listen to you?!” Ahmose laughed weakly, and pet Yugioh’s cheek.

“Because you’re you. You’re the Pharaoh who always has to be right.” The sorcerer teased. “Just how I like you, even if you do frustrate me.” Yugioh sobbed again.

“Why didn’t I listen.....” He whispered. The two stared at each other for a moment, and then, Yugioh leaned forwards. Ahmose’s eyes widened significantly and then, their lips touched. Ahmose blinked, and his eyes fell closed as Yugioh’s hand lifted to caress his cheek. They kissed deeply until Ahmose lost his strength and fell back onto his pillow. Yugioh stared at him, tears in his eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered, and stood. “I’m going to go get Jono to heal you.” And he began to walk away.

“Yugi....” Ahmose breathed. Yugioh looked back at him, but the sorcerer’s eyes fell closed. Yugioh ran from the room and burst into Jono’s quarters.

“JONO!!”

“GAAH!!! Oh... Good morning Pharaoh... What... What is it?”

“It’s Ahmose! You have to come, NOW!!” Yugioh cried frantically. Jono blinked at the tone in Yugioh’s voice, then grabbed his bag and followed the shaking Pharaoh out of the room. Ptahshepses, having heard the commotion, followed, and Tris, Togeses, Sethos and Wosret all joined them.

“We... We’re not allowed in Ahmose’s room...” Togeses said.

“He needs help... Now!” Yugioh said, turning frantic tear filled eyes on his vizier. Togeses eyes widened. Yugioh opened the door and ran to Ahmose’s bed, kneeling by his side and placing a hand in his shoulder. Ahmose opened his eyes slightly as the gathering of men stared in horror at him. Feeling vulnerable, he had managed to drag the sheet over his private areas, but the damage to the rest of his body was impossible to hide...

His entire body was covered in bruises, showing evidence of the beating, but the men staring at him immediately knew what had happened to him by his other injuries. Rough fingers left bruises across his hips and thighs, and bleeding scratch marks littered his torso which was spattered with dried semen, as was his face and thighs, and a large blood stain was already soaking the bed beneath his thighs. His breathing was wheezy and slightly labored and tears flowed constantly from his eyes.

“Gods....” Jono gasped, eyes wide in horror, and Ptahshepses let out a cry and ran to Ahmose’s side. Yugioh was clutching Ahmose’s hand and weeping to himself, his forehead pressed to the back of his friend’s hand.

“Who... Who did this?!” Sethos gaped, mortified, not that Ahmose had been gang raped, but that someone had the audacity to actually rape a High Priest!!

“How did this happen?!” Tris cried as Jono began to work on Ahmose.

“It... It’s all my fault!” Yugioh sobbed, and Togeses knelt by the Pharaoh and embraced him. “I should have listened to him! If I hadn’t snuck out again, it never would have happened! I went to a tavern, and they found out who I was! And.... And.... They were going to.....” He looked at Ahmose and sobbed. “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!” Togeses and the others winced. “He teleported me back, to keep me safe.... but.... He was left defenseless... He couldn’t have been able to fight them... He did it for me.... And now LOOK AT HIM! LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO HIM!!!”

“Togeses, if the Pharaoh can’t keep it together, get him out of here, I can’t have him upsetting Ahmose.” Jono said, sternly. Ahmose jerked at that, and clung tightly to Yugioh’s hand.

“No!” He choked out, eyes showing alarm and fear.

“Inarus....” Ptahshpses called softly, stroking Ahmose’s face with a wet cloth, cleaning him of various bodily fluids.

“We need to bathe him.... Now.” Jono said, standing. Tris nodded and moved in, lifting Ahmose into his arms. The wounded boy cried out in pain as he was moved and carried into the bathroom. The door to Ahmose’s room opened and a little boy was shoved in. Yugioh glared at the boy, known as Mokhu, the palace messenger. (AN: MOKUBA!!) The boy bowed nervously.

“The C-C-Council sent me in t-to see what has happened, my Lord.”

“I will speak to them.” Sethos said, and Yugioh nodded.

“Do not tell them he was......” He started, and Sethos nodded.

“I won’t Pharaoh.” He said with a bow, and followed the boy out of the room. The Council stared at him. “Ahmose Inarus has been badly wounded, protecting the Pharaoh from a gang of thugs in the city.” He said. “This is all I can tell you, I do not know the extent of his injuries.”

Back in the bathroom, Yugioh had stripped and slipped into the water with Jono, as Tris and Togeses lowered the body guard into their arms. Ahmose cried out again as the water stung his wounds. Ptashepses watched the young men bathe their fallen comrade, and he closed his eyes. Ahmose was more of a man than Ptahshepses had ever hoped he would become... But now he feared for Ahmose, which was a first for him. He had never been worried over Ahmose like this before, and he feared how the gang rape would affect him. He only hoped that his loyalty to Yugioh was as powerful as it seemed. If not... They could loose Ahmose Inarus. It pained the man to see the child he had raised in such pain, and hear his cries, but it also warmed his heart to see the Pharaoh so carefully tending to Ahmose, as well as Jono, Tris and Togeses. He moved over as the captain of the guard and the vizier lifted the sorcerer from the bath, and he draped a sheet over his body.

“Back to his bed....” Jono said, and nodded his approval when he saw that the bed had been changed, the bloody sheets gone and replaced with fresh clean linens. Ahmose was laid on his bed and Jono began to work. Ahmose’s eyes were closed, but he did not sleep. Tears continued to fall from them and for once, he was not scolded for it.

Jono moved over his body, healing his cuts and bruises as much as he could until only one area was left. He sighed and looked at the others.

“He’s not gonna like this... Be ready to restrain him.” He said softly, then moved over to Ahmose. “Ahmose? Ahmose, I have to examine you to see how badly you’ve been hurt... Down there. I’ll do all I can to not hurt you, okay?” Ahmose’s eyes flickered open slightly, but fell closed again. Jono sighed and moved down the bed. He took Ahmose’s ankles and knees in gentle hands, bending his legs and spreading them open. He glanced up at the others. Yugioh nodded and moved closer to Ahmose, petting his forehead and talking to him, quietly. Togeses and Tris prepared to restrain him, and Wosret walked from the balcony. Even he was alarmed at Ahmose’s state. Never had Ahmose been so.... Vulnerable. It made Wosret shiver to know that he could easily slaughter the boy where he lay.

“No! NO!!! STOP!!! DON’T!!!” Ahmose’s cries jerked Wosret from his thoughts, and outside of the room the council and Sethos froze and stared at the door. The sorcerer’s screams seemed to echo throughout the entire palace. “DON’T!! DON’T!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE NO! GODS!!! STOP IT!!! NO!!!” Togeses and Tris were pinning Ahmose’s wrists to the bed, and Yugioh was sitting on his hips, keeping him still as he bent over him, looking into Ahmose’s face and petting the pale skin, trying to talk Ahmose into calming himself. Ptahshepses and Wosret held his legs, preventing him from kicking as Jono began to apply a healing salve to his entrance, slipping lotion covered fingers up inside of his tortured passage. Ahmose let out long high pitched scream, arching his back in an attempt to throw Yugioh off of him. Yugioh grit his teeth and pinned Ahmose’s shoulders to the bed.

“Okay! Done!” Jono yelped, leaping out of the way, and every one scrambled to the side. Ahmose thrashed violently, hurling himself off of the bed. He tried to rise, but found himself unable to do so, so he dragged himself across the floor. Yugioh’s heart broke, seeing Ahmose in such a state, and slowly approached him.

“Ahmose.” He called, gently. “Ahmose Inarus, hear me....” Ahmose stopped and lay on the floor, panting harshly. Yugioh knelt beside him. “I’m here, Ahmose. It’s me. Yugi.”

“Yugi...” Ahmose breathed, looking up at his Pharaoh. Yugioh smiled and placed a hand on Ahmose’s head.

“I’m here. You’re home, Ahmose. You’re safe here. Please... calm down.” The Pharaoh said, softly. Ahmose’s frightened eyes darted around the room and at the people watching him.

“..... Yugi...” He said again, and bowed his head in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“Hush. You have nothing to be sorry about. I am the one who should apologize. This is all my fault.” He said, and when Ahmose opened his mouth to protest, he lay a finger on his lips to silence him. “Not a word, Ahmose Inarus.” He said. “Come get in bed. You need rest.” And Ahmose nodded. Jono and Yugioh helped him up between them and half carried him over to his bed. They lay him down and the sorcerer relaxed, falling to sleep almost immediately.