Sea Love

Disclaimer: No of them are mine...all except Angel that is.


Chapter 7: The Lost


Angel moaned softly, his eyes opening to gaze at a blurry black area. Clenching them shut he opened them again to see he was staring at the ceiling. However, it wasn't any ceiling, he remembered the same rock from the Pharaoh's sleeping chambers...he was in the palace. Looking up he gasped when he found out he was tied down to the bed.

"Awake I see," a deep voice chuckled and Angel's eyes snapped over to the voice. "Wh...who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling as he tried to find the voice in the darkness of the room. As his eyes gazed for the voice a pair of hands grabbed his legs, spreading them as his kilt was ripped from his waist, leaving him with only the gold circlet, bracelets and anklets on his nude body. "Let me go!!" he screamed and immediately earned a slap to the face.

"Now now, Aoon. We don't want to bruise the little treasure do we?" the voice chided as the sound of someone rising from a chair and moving over to the bed.

Angel was whimpering softly, tears blurring his vision as he looked up at the figures and gasped in fear; he knew him from before. "Orin...?" he whispered softly.

The Head of the Guards smirked as he knelt beside the bed and caressed the boy's bruised cheek. "Yes, little pet. You were supposed to be mine," he whispered as his hand trailed down Angel's neck, over his chest, and grabbed the boy's soft member.

"No...stop please..." he gasped trying to pull away from the hand, but being tied down to the bed he could not.

"You were to be mine!!" Orin roared twisting Angel's member causing the boy to scream in pain. Before Angel could again protest, Orin rose and removed his tunic. "You will be mine, soon you'll be screaming my name, instead of that filthy fish man!" he snapped as he spread the boy's long legs.

"No...no!!!" he screamed as he twisted in Orin's grasp, planting a foot against Orin's chest he tried to kick him away but felt someone grip his ankle. He looked over to see Aoon pulling his leg away from Orin, spreading his legs wide. "Please...no, don't do this, please!!!" he cried, tears coursing down Angel's face.

Orin frowned a moment as he gently caressed the now deep red bruise on the boy's cheek. Without warning Orin buried his thick member inside Angel. Lavender eyes widened in horror an pain at the dry entrance...something was wet though, he didn't know what until he felt it trickling down his legs...he was bleeding...Mako had never made him bleed.

"How's this, little pet?" Orin grunted as he thrust into Angel's body over and over.

Angel couldn't respond, only cry out in pain as the man over him thrust into him, each thrust tearing him more and more. "Stop, please!!!" he wept as he continued to struggle.

Orin only laughed as he grabbed Angel under his knees and bent him over, spreading the boy's legs and hammering mercilessly into him. "Mmmm...so tight and wet...bet that fish man could never fill you like this huh?" Orin grunted hungrily.

Angel's body was covered in sweat, his thighs covered in blood as Orin continued to ravage him. "Mako...Mako..." he whimpered softly, "never...hurt me..."

Orin paused in his movements as he looked down at the trembling form below him. "He didn't know how to use a slave, pet," he whispered. "A slave's little ass is to be pounded just like this...that's all a slave's good for," he chuckled before his thrusts began again, tearing a scream from Angel's throat. It wasn't long before Orin grunted spraying his burning semen deep inside Angel's torn opening. Orin then stood, leaving Angel weeping on the bed, blood covering his thighs, pooling under his trembling hips. Looking over at Aoon, he noticed his Second in Command's hard on. "Why don't you try him out...after all, we want to make sure he knows he's nothing but a toy," he said as he lifted Angel's hips and lay beneath him, his chest pressing against the boy's back.

As Angel began to gain his sense of place, he felt the bed move and looked up to see the large form of Aoon crawling up between Angel's spread legs. His eyes widened as he noticed the man's size and cried out trying again to kick at the man but was restrained by Orin who was lying beneath him, spreading his legs. "Please...I...I wanna go home...please...I wanna go home!!" he cried, tears streaming from his wide, scared eyes.

"No, pet, you're mine!" Orin growled as both Orin and Aoon thrust into the boy's abused entrance. If Angel had felt something tear before...he definitely felt it this time. "NO!!!!" he shrieked as the two men ravaged his worn boy. Angel couldn't move...he could barely breath. All he heard was were the grunts and moans of the men surrounding him. He knew
Mako was going to come for him...he'd come and rescue him, take him home and make everything better.

Angel's vision began to blur as he felt the burning sensation of Aoon and Orin's semen filling him. Staring up at the ceiling he could barely breath as he felt the bed shift and Orin's face come into view. "Awww, look...I broke another one, Aoon," he chuckled as a gold handled dagger came into view. Angel made no reaction to the blade, he knew Mako would come and save him, he knew at any moment he'd come and take him home. His vision began to blur was he watched Orin and soon, there was only darkness.


Yami, Seto, and Mako ran down the sleeping corridors of the guards. At each door, they'd slam their fists into the thick wood and demand to be let in. Each room was torn apart in search of the young boy. At the end corridor Mako reached what he believed was the Head Guard's quarters. It was the last room; there was no other place Angel could be. Yami had
suspected Angel had been taken by on of the guards since only the pharaoh and his guards wore the deep red cloth Mako had found. Without slamming his fist against the door and demanding entrance, he broke the door down and entered. His eyes moved around the main room and hopes to find a sign of Angel but found now. He turned to enter the library.

plip...plip plip...

Mako paused in his movement when he heard a wet sound. Turning he made his way towards the sound. Pushing back the curtain to what appeared to be the sleeping chamber. There he was a long length of deep lavender cloth lay over the bed. He was about to turn to search in another area when the sound came to his ears again.

plip...plip.......plip...

His heart was hammering loudly in his ears as he turned to the cloth and only then noticing it wasn't cloth...but hair. "No..." he whispered as he approached the bed. Beneath the long lavender locks was a pool of red liquid, blood. Rushing over to a window, he threw the curtains open and looked at the sight that lay before him. There Angel lay, his body completely limp, face down on the bed, and hands tied behind his back. Mako slowly approached seeing the sheets soaked in blood beneath his love. His eyes trailed down Angel's body to find his legs spread, stained in dried blood and semen, his entrance torn from the inside out, where the blood had come from.

With shaking hands, Mako reached out and touched Angel...he was warm...not warm as he'd remembered him before, but still.... Mako's eyes widened in hope as drew his knife and cut the ropes holding Angel tied, he gently gathered Angel in his arms and turned him over, gently cradling him. Mako nearly dropped him when he turned Angel to face him. Eyes closed, almost peacefully, face pale, mouth agape in a final gasp that most likely never came because of the injury. Mako's hands were sticky with blood as he wept, his beautiful love...he was one...his throat slight and belching blood across his chest and arms.

"No...no...Angel, oh gods, no!" he wept burying his face into Angel's once sea-blue locks. Mako didn't notice Yami run in, followed closely behind Seto.

"Mako! Mako!!" he roared before looking into the sleeping chamber and seeing Mako weeping as he clutch the dead abused body of his little Angel. Yami stepped back in horror, the amount of blood covering the floor and bed.

"NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Mako wailed, his cry echoing through the palace, alerting Orin that his final conquest had been found.

Yami flinched at Mako's cry as the usually light-hearted joyful fisherman wept, clutching his dead slave to him as he rocked back and forth. Turning to Seto, he ordered. "I want Orin found!"

Seto was still in shock at the horrific sight he'd just gazed at but was soon running down the hall yelling for the guards to find Orin immediately. Slowly, Yami walked up to Mako and knelt in front of him. He gently raised a hand and the symbol of the Millennium Eye appeared on his forehead as he pressed his hand to the circlet on Angel's head. After a moment, he removed his hand and gazed down at the circlet. It had changed shape under his hand, now a large Millennium Eye decorated the center of the circlet with a blue diamond in the center. "Mako..." he whispered.

Mako didn't look up to him he only ran his fingers over Angel's face, caressing the silky skin. "Mako...Angel can be reborn..."

Mako's eyes snapped up and Yami sighed at the hopefully gaze he was given. "Not now...I'm afraid..." he said softly.”Many years to come...after you have once again been born into a new life, you will be reunited with your Angel..."

"Wh...when...?" the fisherman choked out as he clutched Angel closer.

Yami sighed looking down at the boy before removing the circlet from his now lavender tresses and handing holding it gently. "I don't know...but you will meet him again, this I swear to you," he whispered strongly as the diamond in the circlet glittered in the light of the setting sun.

TBC...

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