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Bargain Hunting	By : talxthorn Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bargain Hunting
Across Time Saga, part 2
Tal and Thorn

Authors� note:
Don�t own them, love them anyway.
This story takes place in the Egypt of our imagining. Since the WB hacked out just about all
references to the past lives of our favorite hottie duelists, we had to go with
the very little we knew and create the rest.
Yes, we know better now, but that doesn�t stop us from continuing what
has proven to be a really good, and very fun writing experience.

It felt wonderful to be out of the stuffy palace. Unaware for the moment of the duties of the
Pharaoh, Yami Yugi walked briskly to his destination--the dice pits. He had a score to settle, albeit a friendly
one, with Jono. Last time, they�d
played long into the night with no decisive winner.

In the market, he picked up his pace. Jono would wonder where he�d gotten to. His eyes fell on merchant wagons, laden with
pastries and gleaming jewels and of course, Shadow Game paraphernalia. Simon had warned him numerous times about
lingering in the marketplace. He said
it was abound with thieves and liars.
To which the Pharaoh had pointed out that he himself was one. Not a thief, but a liar. Disguised as a commoner, he moved in and out
of these circles unnoticed.

A gleam. No,
more a dull shine captured his attention.
Could it be� after all these years? The Pharaoh felt about ten years younger. Among a tray of junked toy pieces, was one
of the last remaining missing pieces of the upside down pyramid puzzle Simon
had challenged him to finish. He had to
have it. He only hoped he had enough to
bargain with.

Not far behind Yami, a heavily robed figure stopped
to watch him with interest barely concealed.
Yami hardly noticed. He was too
involved in his haggling. The figure
edged closer, making only the slightest attempt to stay unnoticed. It wasn�t long before the boy finished his
haggling and tucked the treasure away.
The man moved quickly, rudely jostling the young Pharaoh off the main
street, into a dark alleyway.

�I assure you, I have nothing of value to steal,�
Yami said calmly. He�d encountered
thieves before. Once they saw how
little a person actually had, they scattered for richer prey. And Yami had spent almost every coin he�d
brought with him to buy what appeared to be a worthless piece of junk. He was dressed simply, and not adorned with
any of the baubles befitting his station.
�Maybe after I have a few successes at the dice pits, you might have
more luck my friend.� He joked, showing
the contents of his pockets--the puzzle piece, eight sets of dice and a
half-eaten roll, which he offered pleasantly to the thief.

The man seized his arm and pulled Yami farther into
the alley. The crowd of the market was
quickly disappearing as the man drug him around a gentle curve in the
passage. His hand released Yami only
long enough to take a firm hold on his hip, and spin the boy around to face the
dead end wall of the alley.

The roll, the dice, and the puzzle piece scattered
to the ground. Prince of all Egypt for
15 years and recently made Pharaoh, Yami was afraid only in the sense that a
spoiled child who never considered the possibility of something horrible
happening to him could be. That is to
say, he feared the strangeness of the situation and doubted his ability to hold
his own until someone came to his rescue.
He tried to push himself away from the wall, and get turned around. He wanted to be eye to eye with this urchin
when he told him who he was accosting.
The Pharaoh wanted to see the fear in his eyes.

Heavy hands held him firmly against the wall. The man leaned against his back, and slid
one hand around to Yami�s stomach.
Quick, strong fingers worked their way under his shirt, caressing the
soft skin beneath. A thick voice,
heavily laced with an unfamiliar accent fell on Yami�s ears. �My, but you are a pretty thing, aren�t
you?� The man�s other hand grabbed
Yami�s ass bruisingly. �All tender
young flesh and unmarked hide.�

He would have this man�s tongue for saying such
things and he said as much. �You will
take your hands off me or it will be your death, thief. I am Prince Yami, your Pharaoh. My palace guards won�t hesitate to cut you
to ribbons!�

The harsh laughter and harsh hands did not
stop. If anything, he became more
insistent. �I see no palace guards,
boy.� He grabbed Yami by the hips and
pulled him back against his body, pressing his growing erection against the
boy�s backside. �It�s just the two of
us.� He took hold of the laces of
Yami�s pants and slid a knife around, tracing the tip over Yami�s hip.

Yami tried to gain some leverage, maybe even get
hold of the knife. But no, not unless
he wanted a handful of blade. Yami was
frantic now, not wanting this to last any longer than it had to. Simon had warned him. How could he be so stupid? And Seto� Well, he�d never want to touch him again if this man had him. Seto!
He frequented the marketplace, looking for initiates. Maybe, just maybe he was out here. Or maybe Simon had followed him. He cried for all of them. His guards, Simon, Seto. Somebody had to be near, someone had to come
for him.

The knife, toying with the laces, found a tender
spot on Yami�s stomach. �Stop your
screaming. No one cares about what
happens to a peasant boy. Even a
beautiful one like you.�

The man flicked his wrist, and the blade left a thin
line, barely a scratch, on Yami�s skin.
Then he cut the laces on the Pharaoh�s pants. Returning the knife to its sheath, he pulled Yami�s breeches
down, just past the curve of his ass. A
finger, then two teased the hollow at the curve of his tight ass then worked
their way down between his molded cheeks to force him open.

�To put you to death would be a kindness. I will see to it you are enslaved,� Yami
growled. �I am the Pharaoh, not a
common street wretch like you.� But he
knew there was little he could do to stop this now. Scream his head off, bargain with his attacker, but not much
else. Why hadn�t he brought an escort? Because he had to prove how clever he
was. Not so clever now. There had to be something he could do.

�Hm-mm.
Death. Pharaoh,� the man laughed
again as he pressed Yami tighter to the wall and freed his cock. �Whatever you say.� He teased the flesh of Yami�s ass with his
cock. �Don�t waste your breath,
boy. Save it for the real screaming you�re
about to do.

The laugh.
Bone-chilling, yet familiar. As
if that made any sense. �Please,
don�t. I�ll do anything. Let me pleasure you by sucking your cock
instead.� And at first chance, sink
that knife of yours into it, Yami hoped.

�I�m not stupid, boy,� he pushed his cock a little
ways into Yami. �You�ll suck my cock,
but not until I�m done with your ass.�
A hard thrust, and Yami was completely filled with the man�s cock.

�No one can make you feel the way I can, my Pharaoh. For that reason alone, you will crave
this. More than you thought you
could. Much more than you want to.�

Those were his beloved Priest�s words as he plunged
into him, his violent unrelenting love opening him for the first time
unapologetically.

Only you Seto.
Never anyone else.

Until now.
His body was lost. How could he
be reacting like he was beneath his lover?
Meeting the thrusts with hunger.
Shame burned his skin aed bed burned through his cock.

Cold laughter tickled the back of his neck, as the
man�s hand dug into his hip, fingers unrelenting, uncaring about the bruises he
would leave on delicate skin. Thrusting
mercilessly, he tore back Yami�s shirt, baring a shoulder he then bit, nearly
drawing blood. He shuddered, and filled
the boy with hot cum. But he wasn�t yet
finished. Taking Yami by the shoulders,
he threw him to the ground and fell upon him a moment later.

Yami tried to crawl away the sand and dust scraping
his hands. He didn�t care. Maybe the irritation would distract his
growing erection. yes"> He hardly felt human, simply a stealth for the man�s cock. There was no point in fighting. �But I�m the Pharaoh,� he coughed out even
as his ass rose up to meet the man�s force.

The man didn�t hear him, or didn�t care if he
did. The thrusting became completely
feral, violence personified. Yami�s
attacker cried out, and locked his body around the pharaoh�s as he climaxed.

Mortified, Yami eagerly accepted what filled
him. His throat caked in dirt and his
voice harsh from screaming spoke words without any meaning or power. He was sobbing but he doubted his attacker
cared so why should he?

Drawing long heavy robes around them both, the man�s
hands, violent and cruel moments before, gently soothed Yami�s face. He led led his body comfortably over Yami�s
and rained soft kisses on the Pharaoh�s bruised shoulders.

The gentle attention was almost more frightening
than the brutality. It indicated this
man was likely insane and capable of anything.
Was it over or had the pain only begun?
So soft and kind. The tears were
free flowing now. And again his
thoughts turned to Seto. He meekly
clawed the ground, but they both knew he wasn�t going anywhere.

�Fuck me,� he coughed. �Kill me if you�re going to,
but don�t pretend to give affections while a million terrors settle in my
heart. Please be done with me.�

Laughter again.
This time warmer, less cruel but still with an edge. �I doubt I�ll ever be done with you, my
Prince.� No accent, no harsh uncaring
cruelty. Just the biting sarcasm that
defined his voice.

�S� Seto?� Yami said as strong
as he could in a voice marred with exquisite pain. �But why did you� why��
Yami tried to catch his breath and his disbelief. �Why didn�t you tell me who you were and why
the assault? I should have known. Your laugh enticed me the whole time, but I
was just an edge away from understanding why.�
The lecture would come later. No,
not a lecture. More like a lesson. Of course, his beloved wretched Priest would
probably laugh through it, but that is what gags were for.

Seto chuckled softly asroserose, putting Yami�s
clothes to rights. As he lifted his
lover in his arms, he shook his head.
�Perhaps now, you�ll listen to Simon�s warnings, little prince, and not
leave the palace dressed like a common slave.�
Even his gentlest tone carried an angry undertone. �Next time, it won�t be me and you won�t
escape with so few injuries.�
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