Marked

Marked

Disclaimer: I do not own So3. I DO own these fantasies though!! ;o;

Rating: M

Summary: Prince Albel has a everything he wanted, his castle, a wife that's ready to spread her legs for him whenever and all the money he wanted. One day he's invited to a slave auction. He wasent interested until emerald eyes met cold blood ones. AlbelxFayt

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Limes/Lemons/Raspberries and whatever, bondage, abuse.

Chapter 1

"Get in the truck you little whore, you have nothing left here" A young boy, about the age 17, was shoved in the back of a large black prison truck. He collided harshly with the other people in the truck but they only try to stable him into a seat. The man that pushed him in was wearing a mask to his his face but you could almost see a sneer right through it. He slammed the door shut and the people heard inside heard him yell, "This is one is full!". Minutes went by before the people felt the truck moving. People prayed, cried, slept or either tried to lighten the mood by talking. The young boy noticed that, like himself, everyone was stripped of their clothing, only given ragged clothes to wear in the cold winter night. People coughed, feeling the coldness catching up with them as they tried to huddle one another for warmth.

"Fayt, do you know where these strange people are taking us?" Asked a elderly women as she stared at the boy in sadness. The teen felt anger boiled inside him. A couple days ago the small village that they lived in has suddenly been attacked. Missiles, bombs and gun shots were going off for 5 whole days before the people of the village gave up. Today they gathered up survivors and made them watch as the village burned down while some people were still left behind. Shrieks and cries surrounded him and more chaos begins as the soldiers began beating the ones who cried, mainly women.

"I have no clue, ma'am" He replied politely. He had heard word around the village that their country was under attack but assumed they were safe since they were hidden in the mountains. Oh how they were wrong. Fayt watched the village burn to the ground through bar windows, his heart clenching as he remembered his parents dying from the bombs as they tried to protect the village. He swore to himself that he would find the killer of her parents and get revenge. But for now he'd have to deal what was to come his way.

-3Hours later-

The prison trucks came to a rough stop, sending most people into hitting the wall or floor. The doors opened and warmth engulfed them. The guys in black masks forced them to step outside and into the building as quickly as possible. The people felt as though as they were gonna be set free in such a warm place but reality hit them hard quickly. A man in a white leather suit came out in front of them giving Fayt a double check over.

"Attention peasant beings, I am Luther Cross. You shall address me as Master. I have took of whats left of you from your village to become, well, slaves." He finished off with a smirk. The man seemed so young but was actually 20 years old. His hair was of three colours, the top was red, then in the middle it was orange and at the ends it was blond. His eyes was like the clear night sky, dark yet seemingly bright. Broad shoulders, slightly muscular frame and lean. The white suit seemed to fit well with him too unlike it does on most people.

The people around him started to panic. Some were screaming to get out while others stood as they accepted the fate that was brought to them, which was like, none. Even Fayt felt panic arise in him as he looked around him for an exit but all were blocked off.

"SILENCE!" Luther's voice rang throughout the crowd and everyone went quiet, looking at the man with mourn.

"The young ladies will be sent off to be married young lords and there they will teach you to be proper. Middle aged women will become the lords second wife. Old women will become nannies. Young men will either be whore'd off to a brothel, become a lords playmate or will work within the castles. Middle aged men will train for war or will make weapons. Old men will make clothes. Children will be taught at a very young age on what to do." A sadistic smiled played on his face as he watched the peasant peoples face turn to horror.

"But..isn't making clothes for the old women to do? Why not give them something to do like garden work?" Fayt spoke up but instantly regret opening his mouth. He felt a gun to the side of his head.

"Should have kept your mouth shut pretty boy"

"Back away Azazer, stand down. I'll teach this boy his place." Luther warned and motioned the teen to come up to him. Fayt moved hesitantly and slowly, unsure of what was to happen to him. Some of the villagers cried as they watched the young one make his way up to the intimidating man. They all knew everyone in the village and Fayt happened to make the best medicine and stew in the village. He was deeply respected for curing all kinds of cuts, diseases and was soon recognized as the village healer.

"What's your name boy?" Luther stared down at him but the teen only stared at the ground.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He roughly grabbed the boys hair from the back and yanked it back. Fay yelped as he felt the yank and came face to face with an amused Luther. Luther then did notice that the boy had blue hair. 'Odd', he though before looking into the greenest eyes he had ever seen. They almost seemed to suck him in with no escape but he controlled himself with a quick shake of his head. His eyes traveled down to his frame and noticed that everything was small. His shoulders, waist, legs, all of it! 'Like a girls..what a perfect whore he'd make.' Luther smirked and pulled the hair back more before lowering his lips onto the boys lightly tanned neck, giving it soft ghostly kisses.

"Speak up whore, what is your name?"

"F-Fayt Leigngod..master." The teen added the last part fearfully, afraid something would be done to him if he said anything wrong or out of place. The older man gave a light suck on the teens neck, rewarding him before pulling back and pushing the boy back into the crowd of people.

"Alright peasants, you've seen what happened when you don't obey your master. Although there are other people out there that will do much worse punishment then what you have seen. Men, split them up!" Luther walked off, wailing slowly fading into the background. People were being separated from loved ones, people who didn't have loved ones were just scared for what was to come. Fayt was yanked by the guy who had held a gun to his held earlier, Azazer.

"Come on pretty boy, your going up for auction.

-Albel's Castle-

"Albel! Albel!" A girl with dark blue hair and sapphire eyes jumped onto her husband, earning herself an annoyed sigh, she squealed more.

"What is it Maria?" The teen asked in the most loving voice he can give. Albel had chest nut coloured hair and had bleached blond ends, it was slightly long and framed his face with two long braids at the back, reaching his mid back. His eyes were blood red, cold and despise ran through them often. He was wearing a casual black suit with a red dress shirt underneath. He was turning 18 today and thought of it as a big whoop, nothing exciting ever happened on his birthdays.

"Well, my little Albel the Wicked! Since today is your birthday, tonight I thought I'd..y'know, let you have your way with me in bed!" She squished her big breasts on his back, encouraging him. Albel once again sighed and turned around to look at his wife.

She was gifted with beauty and grace. She was the perfect wife, doing what she should do when guests are here or visitors. Heck, her body was perfect. Albel though he had everything he wanted when he met Maria two years ago. They met only a couple of times through an arranged marriage and he thought she would be his everything. The night he took her was exactly one year ago and that was the night he became the king in line. He had to admit, she was beautiful when she laid there naked underneath him, face flushed and heavy panting. He thought his life was complete. But after a month of marriage, she got too clingy. He didn't mind it before when she did because she was just being the perfect wife but then she started to become annoying. She'd talk to him in a cutesy voice in a way you would talk to a baby. Every night she'd offer herself to him in bed. At first he enjoyed it but soon he stopped when he over head her talking to the maids on how good he was.

"But we just did it last night." Came the annoyed reply. He only started doing her once to three times a month since he needed release once in awhile.

"Awe but Albel Nox-y" Came her whining voice and he was about to tell her to go find herself a cucumber but was interrupted when the doors to his study room slammed open.

"Albel my friend!" Luther said charmingly and looked down at Maria wit ha questioning look. She was practically sprawled at her husbands feet before getting onto her's, blushing madly and walked over to Luther, bowing and keeping her eyes to the ground.

"Lord Luther, what a pleasant surprise." The man chuckled and slightly bowed back.

"Maria you may go, I want to talk to Luther in private." His wife nodded, knowing whenever Albel's friends or business partners came over, she was either ordered to get tea or just go off to do whatever she wants.

"Albel my man, your wife giving you the blues?" He snickered, knowing the whole situation between his friend and his wife. Albel let out a strangled sigh.

"She was groveling at me feet, asking me to make love to her tonight as a gift, saying I can have my way with her, like she does every night! Its driving me insane!" The younger teen slumped in his seat, not caring about good posture in the presents of a long time friend.

"Sounds like every mans dream wife." Luther cracked up more when a book was thrown in his direction.

"Cool down birthday boy, I want you to come somewhere with me tonight."

"Oh hell no! The last time you brought me somewhere was at a gay bar! Those male strippers couldn't keep they're hands to themselves!" Albel shivered at the memory.

"Haaa, good times. But no, it's not a gay bar this time, my bi friend. Its my Slave Auction." The young prince gave the older man a glare.

"Oh disgusting, I don't want to go to any slave auction, especially not yours! I don't need little whores running around this place and a second wife sounds like suicide to me."

"Well..okay then I guess if your sure..I'll..just leave you and your wife to have a special time tonight." Luther faked hurt but Albel saw right through it. He believed that this slave auction had to be better then looking at his wife's body again. The young prince sighed, yet again, in defeat and nodded his head.

"Fine, I'll attend your crappy slave auction tonight, fool. Just don't think I'll be enjoying myself." The older man grinned and started walking towards the door.

"I'll pick you up later then Lord Nox." And with a wink and a wave of his hand, he was gone. The red eyed teen really didn't feel good about tonight.

-Luther's Slave Auction-

Albel stepped out of his black stretched Limo and stared at the place in disgust. It looked to be a run down bar, called "Midnight Blues", since selling people off as slaves was a crime. He saw his friend waiting by the door for him, grinning like the maggot he was. The young prince took two steps away from the limo and heard girls screeching from across the street, pointing towards him. 'Great, more maggots' He thought before brushing past his friend into the slave auction.

Once inside it seemed as if you were in a totally different place. The floor was a black marble and the walls were a light peach cream colour. A mini bar was located in the corner of the room with stools surrounding it. Then there was a large stage, red curtains covered up half of it and you should notice some shuffles from behind. People began to take they're seats at metal like tables. Luther motioned Albel to move near the front where they can get a good view. Slowly Arabian music started to play as a man came out on the stage.

"Welcome lords from far away, ladies and gentlemen, to one of the best slave auctions in Elicoor!" Everyone clapped in excitement, wanting to see the slaves that were to be sold off.

"The people you are about to see are from a village called Whipple in the land of Arias." Some of the people broke out in gasps, knowing that Arias has fought a war with them. But it seems like they were losing and that made people more anxious to see who they would bid on, wanting to let out the anger they held in themselves.

"Now, Azazer, bring out them women first, then men, old to young." The man nodded and went back stage to fetch the prisoners. Albel watched with pure boredom written on his face as people were auctioned off. The women didn't interest him, he already had a troublesome one at home to look after. After two hours they started the old men. Then soon after the middle aged men came then the teens. Fayt was pushed out on stage along with the other boys. Shackles of chains on their wrists and ankles to prevent escaping. They wore long t-shirts but nothing underneath and each had a numbered tag on the bottom of the shirts. Albel's eyes flickered up and looked at every single one of them, feeling slight pity for who ever bought them. Curiously Fayt looked up off the ground and into the crowd, coming eye to eye contact with a certain someone with red eyes.

Albel jolted a little, stirred a little to find a teen looking at him with beautiful emerald eyes. He has never seen anyone with such beauty yet his eyes looked to be dead as if he was broken. His eyes trailed down the frail body, smooth skin, nice hips. Hell, he looked better then Maria. A yell snapped him out of his chance and he looked towards the user. It was Azazer.

"Slave #18674458069, you were instructed to keep your eyes on the ground, do you want to die?!" The man went up to him and grabbed his head, pulling it towards the ground. Fayt yelped and looked back down at the ground. He trembled when he felt, for the second time that day, a gun on the side of his head. He was shocked to hear a voice call out from the crowd.

"Azazer, I will buy him." Albel spoke with a deep voice, staring intently at the other teen.

"L-lord Albel..this one?" He pointed to Fayt, thinking that his lord was joking. The young prince sent a glare to the man, making him gulp.

"Yes, that one Azazer, I want the boy with green eyes. Do I make myself clear?" The man on stage nodded furiously and started to take the chains off Fayt. The blue haired teen blinked, staring down at the guy who bought him. He had never seen anyone with red eyes before so of course he couldn't help stare a bit.

"Get down here, fool." Albel ordered. Fayt felt a little bit of anger boil within him but kept his cool and walked down slowly to the other teen. Fayt was only a couple inches shorter then Albel so the man towered over him, feeling power over him.

"Luther, take the money from my bank account, I'm leaving." Albel grabbed his slave by the wrist and dragged him out of the disgusting place. Luther watched it all in amusement, knowing his friend would enjoy his present very well.

"Its all on me buddy." He said to himself and turned back to watch other slaves being auctioned off.

-!-

The ride to the castle was uncomfortably quiet. Fayt kept edging in his seat, doing his best to keep his eyes on the ground and Albel watched in amusement. the young prince kept trailing his eyes over the small body, wondering if Maria would feel like she had competition. The slave would fidget under his intense gaze, trying to get a peek at him every now and then without trying to get in trouble. After 45 minutes of driving they arrived back at the castle. Fayt had his door opened for him by a butler but was roughly yanked out by his new master.

"Come on maggot, we don't have all day." The blue haired teen really wanted to give the guy a good smack on the back of the head but held himself back. They walked up to the castle doors and were about to open them but it appeared someone else did.

"Welcome home honey!" Maria jumped and hugged Albel, nearly choking him to death. He tried all his might not to throw her off and to stay out of his home.

"Were you out with your friends, Albel baby? I hope they didn't give you some stripper for your birthday." 'Better, Luther got me a whore!' his mind screamed as he watched Maria's gaze turn to the boy beside her husband. Disbelief was written on her face as she took in his appearances and her eyes locked on the tag number on the overly large shirt the teen was wearing.

"A-Albel...did you go to one of Luthers slave auctions?" She whispered fearfully, she never did trust Luther much when he brought Albel to places. The young prince stayed quiet as he watched his wife stare at the slave with disgust, she was trembling widely, feeling her anger fuel.

"Whore!" She lashed out and struck Fayt across the cheek. The blue haired teen hit the ground hard, eyes wide with shock. He lifted a hand to his cheek but winced when he touched it. Albel grabbed Maria's arm and gave it a small twist.

"Ahh! Albel stop! That hurts!" She cried, struggling to get out of his deathly grip.

"Maria Traydor Nox. You will not touch what is mine, do you understand me?" His words were final and his wife knew better then to go against his will. She was still for a moment before nodding. He let her go and she looked at him with angry teary eyes. Then she ran into the house and up into her room. Albel sighed and looked down at the shocked boy. Things were going to get complicated.

-End-

A/N: So...did any of you get through that? Was it boring? xD This is my first SO3 fanfiction so I hope its not too bad! And it'll get better along the way, smut and all! ;D R&R. 3 I'll do my best to update ASAP.

Sukara