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tamingthemuseTitle: Food for Thought
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prisoner
Warnings: curse word
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky revisits what he knows about what’s going on around him.
There were no showers in this ancient world, so Jacky had to adjust to kneeling above a drain and let servants pour buckets of cold water over his head. He shivered on the cod stone floor, his teeth chattering loudly, as Mata’ka’ala received the same treatment not five feet away. He, Jacky noted with no little spite, was suffering with no tale-tell signs of discomfort. His eyes were closed against the water, and other than the goose flesh raising on his skin, Jacky couldn’t tell that he was at all uncomfortable with their treatment.
After their ‘shower’, they were led to a room that had been heated with two large fires and was loaded with fur rugs and blankets. Jacky thankfully sank into a thick pile, shivering. Mata’ka’ala shooed the servants away, then joined Jacky in front of the fire. He wrapped his arms around Jacky, then the blankest around them both. With a sigh, Jacky let his body relax against his lover’s. He could feel the steady thump of Mata’ka’ala’s heart against his back, and a warmth growing between them. Jacky did his best to ignore how quickly his body was reacting to Mata’ka’ala’s proximity.
There was a gentle knock and two servants entered, laden with food. Jacky’s stomach growled loudly as the sight, and he felt Mata’ka’ala chuckle behind him.
Jacky elbowed him in the gut before struggling to his feet without losing the blanket, then turned his attention fully to the trays of food. His mouth was watering as he looked over the selections. There were several types of bread, chunks of cheese, and bowels of fruit that spilled out over the bread.
He took a bit of bread in each hand and quickly devoured it. He could taste olive oil and spices unknown to him in the bread. The bread was a crunchy bread, and had him salivating for more before he even finished his first mouthful. Instead, he munched on the variety of cheeses then paused as he saw Mata’ka’ala picking out something for himself.
“Did you not say that the fields were going afoul?”
Mata’ka’ala swallowed his mouthful before he answered. “They are. Last year’s yield was so small the city near starved through the winter.”
Jacky felt his stomach clench and his appetite leave him. The bread he had already consumed laid like a brick in his stomach. He put down the bread in his hand, ignoring how his stomach still protested. “I can not eat this. Give it to the starving.”
“Do not insult them by refusing their offerings to our gods. They keep us fed so that we can house their gods and perform our duties. Eat and don’t let their good will go to waste.”
Guilt ate at Jacky as he looked at the food filling the table. Who was starving because of him? Then again, without this offering, he would be the one starving. He had no skills to help him get by in this world. All he had was the god inside him.
His stomach growled again, reminding him just how much he really wanted something much more than bread and cheese. He accepted the loaf Mata’ka’ala offered him and slowly munched on it, his thoughts miles away.
Mata’ka’ala’s words rang in his ears, and he drifted away from the table, back toward the fire.
They fed them so that they could house the gods in healthy, strong bodies. The gods did what they willed with their bodies, making them nothing but prisoners to their will. A prisoner to a god. That’s all Jacky was here, and the thought made him seethe with angry, but the anger dissipated quickly enough.
What could he do? How could one upset the will of a god you didn’t believe in before this? One that had so much control over him.
How did one time travel? If he ever escaped the god, how was he supposed to get back home?
He finished the bread, closed his eyes and rubbed his fingered in circles over his temples. In his mind’s eye, he could still see the refugees bivouacked just inside the city’s walls. The city was starving, and now there were hundreds more coming from the capital to put even more burden on the fallow fields.
He was suddenly presented with an image of Mata’ka’ala leaning over him, his brown hair shining with red in the sun’s fading light. His body instantly reacted to the image and Jacky was reminded that the god inside him was a fertility god. What they had done was a ritual meant to bring back the wealth of the earth.
Jacky watched as Mata’ka’ala came back to the fire and laid down on a blanket, his back to Jacky. Mata’ka’ala’s god was a warrior king, and he no doubt felt the need to protect his people, just as Jacky felt the need to always fuck. His body was ready and aching, but the god inside was heavy and solid. Unmoving.
So Jacky crawled around Mata’ka’ala’s body, closer to the fire, and settled down on the soft, plush blankets. After a moment, he felt Mata’ka’ala’s arm snake around his waist and pull him flush against his warmth. He slipped into sleep with a smile curving his lips.
One day at a time, and he’ll learn to adapt. And then, maybe he’d learn a way out of his prison.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prisoner
Warnings: curse word
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky revisits what he knows about what’s going on around him.
There were no showers in this ancient world, so Jacky had to adjust to kneeling above a drain and let servants pour buckets of cold water over his head. He shivered on the cod stone floor, his teeth chattering loudly, as Mata’ka’ala received the same treatment not five feet away. He, Jacky noted with no little spite, was suffering with no tale-tell signs of discomfort. His eyes were closed against the water, and other than the goose flesh raising on his skin, Jacky couldn’t tell that he was at all uncomfortable with their treatment.
After their ‘shower’, they were led to a room that had been heated with two large fires and was loaded with fur rugs and blankets. Jacky thankfully sank into a thick pile, shivering. Mata’ka’ala shooed the servants away, then joined Jacky in front of the fire. He wrapped his arms around Jacky, then the blankest around them both. With a sigh, Jacky let his body relax against his lover’s. He could feel the steady thump of Mata’ka’ala’s heart against his back, and a warmth growing between them. Jacky did his best to ignore how quickly his body was reacting to Mata’ka’ala’s proximity.
There was a gentle knock and two servants entered, laden with food. Jacky’s stomach growled loudly as the sight, and he felt Mata’ka’ala chuckle behind him.
Jacky elbowed him in the gut before struggling to his feet without losing the blanket, then turned his attention fully to the trays of food. His mouth was watering as he looked over the selections. There were several types of bread, chunks of cheese, and bowels of fruit that spilled out over the bread.
He took a bit of bread in each hand and quickly devoured it. He could taste olive oil and spices unknown to him in the bread. The bread was a crunchy bread, and had him salivating for more before he even finished his first mouthful. Instead, he munched on the variety of cheeses then paused as he saw Mata’ka’ala picking out something for himself.
“Did you not say that the fields were going afoul?”
Mata’ka’ala swallowed his mouthful before he answered. “They are. Last year’s yield was so small the city near starved through the winter.”
Jacky felt his stomach clench and his appetite leave him. The bread he had already consumed laid like a brick in his stomach. He put down the bread in his hand, ignoring how his stomach still protested. “I can not eat this. Give it to the starving.”
“Do not insult them by refusing their offerings to our gods. They keep us fed so that we can house their gods and perform our duties. Eat and don’t let their good will go to waste.”
Guilt ate at Jacky as he looked at the food filling the table. Who was starving because of him? Then again, without this offering, he would be the one starving. He had no skills to help him get by in this world. All he had was the god inside him.
His stomach growled again, reminding him just how much he really wanted something much more than bread and cheese. He accepted the loaf Mata’ka’ala offered him and slowly munched on it, his thoughts miles away.
Mata’ka’ala’s words rang in his ears, and he drifted away from the table, back toward the fire.
They fed them so that they could house the gods in healthy, strong bodies. The gods did what they willed with their bodies, making them nothing but prisoners to their will. A prisoner to a god. That’s all Jacky was here, and the thought made him seethe with angry, but the anger dissipated quickly enough.
What could he do? How could one upset the will of a god you didn’t believe in before this? One that had so much control over him.
How did one time travel? If he ever escaped the god, how was he supposed to get back home?
He finished the bread, closed his eyes and rubbed his fingered in circles over his temples. In his mind’s eye, he could still see the refugees bivouacked just inside the city’s walls. The city was starving, and now there were hundreds more coming from the capital to put even more burden on the fallow fields.
He was suddenly presented with an image of Mata’ka’ala leaning over him, his brown hair shining with red in the sun’s fading light. His body instantly reacted to the image and Jacky was reminded that the god inside him was a fertility god. What they had done was a ritual meant to bring back the wealth of the earth.
Jacky watched as Mata’ka’ala came back to the fire and laid down on a blanket, his back to Jacky. Mata’ka’ala’s god was a warrior king, and he no doubt felt the need to protect his people, just as Jacky felt the need to always fuck. His body was ready and aching, but the god inside was heavy and solid. Unmoving.
So Jacky crawled around Mata’ka’ala’s body, closer to the fire, and settled down on the soft, plush blankets. After a moment, he felt Mata’ka’ala’s arm snake around his waist and pull him flush against his warmth. He slipped into sleep with a smile curving his lips.
One day at a time, and he’ll learn to adapt. And then, maybe he’d learn a way out of his prison.
