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Starving For Mercy	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The One With the Dreams
- 2-Wanted Dead or Alive
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Starving For Mercy

I don�t own Yu-Gi-Oh. Life sucks, but don�t rub it in.
Author: Rochelle B

Rating: Eventual NC-17 (Or hard R, depending on the site.)

Summery: They stood at the side of the Pharaoh and when he fell were banished. In the present Jou is haunted by dreams of two lovers. Seto has dreams of a pharaoh and his consort. And Bakura feels darkness rising.

Pairings: Yami/Seto/Yugi, Yami/Yugi, Ryou/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Mokuba/Serenity, Mai/Bandit Keith, Tristian/Duke, and ?/Jou/?. [Smirk] I�m not tellllling. It�ll be obvious soon, but still. Not telling.

Warnings: Anzu bashing. I�m sorry, but I hate that broad. I figure the fact I identify more with Mali than Yogi could be why she bothers me so much. Eh. Hot Gay Man Sex (Because I as a married woman think it�s fucking hot. If you don�t like it I think you�re qualified to use the back button), and I promise no Original Characters as main characters.
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Chapter One

The one with the dreams

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�You never do anything but work my lord.� A soft whispery voice murmured in his ear while small hands rested on his shoulders. He fought a smile and continued to scratch his quill over the parchment. He really did need to translate this Egyptian text for the Mage. As impressive as Dijet was he still couldn�t read anything but Roman.
Hands moved down his chest and into his robe, rubbing over slightly heated flesh almost reverently. Deft fingers found and tweaked his left nipple while a talented tongue lapped at his ear lobe teasingly. He let his eyes flutter closed, leaning back in his chair some.
�You�re quite the naughty consort, distracting your master from his work.�
That tongue, that wickedly clever tongue, traced the shell of his ear down to his neck. �The Pharaoh sent me my lord. He thinks you�re working too hard and that we should distract you.�
�The two of you?� He chuckled and reached around to pull the slight form into his lap. �You plan to �relax� me right into my tomb don�t you? You and the pharaoh will as surely be the death of me as Ra rides across the sky everyday.�
A flash of pink over full pouty lips that he decided in that moment he wouldn�t mind having wrapped around his cock at the moment. Then those lips were against his own, drawing him close and kissing his forcefully. The lips parted willingly against his own, almost begging for his entrance. He obliged, flicking his tongue over his consorts lips then into his mouth, tasting the teen�s unique sweetness.
He tasted of the exotic fruit the pharaoh indulged him with and warm honey. An arm twisted around him neck and dragged him closer, eager to have their bodies as close as possible. He could feel the heat from the teen through his clothing, scant as it was, and reached up to rest a hand across the consort�s taut stomach.
His fingers moved over skin that was only kissed by the light of Ra once in a while, stopping to dip one finger below the hem of the teen�s shorts and just graze the hardness hiding inside. He was rewarded with a breathy mewl.
�Seth�oh.� He whispered against his lips, words lost in his mouth as he kissed him again.
His consort shifted so he was straddling his lap, then he began to push down the elaborate white silk vest he wore. It was soft and light, nearly transparent, and had the symbols of the pharaoh and the high priest, respectively, stitched in golden thread. The vest had two ivory buttons, usually only done up when he wasn�t in the company of his masters. A pair of soft white leather shorts, so short that bending over could be an embarrassing affair, and equally soft leather sandals completed the outfit.
He was also adorned with jewelry, a golden chain necklace, a small hoop of gold through his right nipple, rings, bangles made of ivory and ebony, as well as two silver ear cuffs. His skin held the scent of the fragment oils he had rubbed into his skin everyday and his lips had a slightly reddish-tint, while a light dusting of red went across his eyelids.
It was traditional manner of the high consort to be dressed and treated as such. Though some might have thought his masters treated him slightly more�lovingly than most treated their consorts.
The only other slave who saw such good treatment was the high consorts �playmate�, Jono. A mutt of mixed heritage (it was suspected a Roman Lord had relations with a slave and the blond teen was the result) he had nearly faced death when the high priest had decided he�d make a good companion for his consort.
He had gone from being a mutt of a shameful union to one of the most power people along the Nile in a matter or moments.
�I see our consort has found you.� A low purr drew him from his slightly hazy thoughts. The consort was in his lap, naked from the waist up, and rocking against him slowly. Heat was beginning to coil in his stomach and he knew it was only a matter of moments before he was brought off.
His consort latched onto his throat, biting and sucking. He groaned, hands going up to grasp the small teen�s waist. He reached up, stilling the teen before lifting him up enough to pull his shorts down his pale legs. They were thrown aside for some servant to pick up later for he was much too busy to be bothered with such trivial things.
He let his fingers drift over his own weeping sex for a moment, smearing precum along the organ, before pulling his lover back into his lap. The small teen gasped back arching beautifully as his cock pushed against his entrance. And then he was inside, velvety heat gripping him like a vice, and the teen was fully seated in his lap, moaning loudly and wriggling.
The consort let out a shuddery breath then, with a smile, started to move. First rocking back and forth to find a comfortable rhythm then he increased his pace. He was content to keep his hands on the teen�s hips and let the consort do what he�d been trained to do.
The pharaoh walked around until he was standing before him, crimson eyes dancing with barely concealed mischief. He waggled a finger at him playfully, paying no heed to the small man writhing and moaning in his lap.
�Really Seth, you should spend more time with us.� He reached up and touched the consort, making the teen still, though a lovely pout graced his features. �We�ve missed you, haven�t we Consort?�
The teen nodded eagerly. �Yes Pharaoh, we�ve missed him ever so much. The bed is colder without him warming it with us.�
He just stared at them, wanting to argue that he had to work in order to keep the Kingdom safe, but found it very hard to concentrate with that amazing heat around him, clenching and shivering around him. Pharaoh leaned against the teen who whimpered as his flushed skin was pushed against his own sweaty flesh. The consort moved, skin moving over skin enticingly. Pharaoh�s lips ghosted over his own, pale tongue snaking out to flutter over his lips.
He groaned then shivered when cool hands rested on his shoulder. �Come to bed with us tonight Seth. Spend time with those who love you.�
�I�� He was at a loss for words at the honest emotion displayed in those almost innocent crimson eyes. Of course he wasn�t innocent, no one who dabbled in shadow magic could be, but he played the part of naïve prince so well. Many enemies thought when he was finally in power (Which at the moment he technically was not. As long as his father clung to a thread of life he was Pharaoh but in name, no matter how he was addressed.)
Finally he nodded and was rewarded with a brilliant smile.
�Consort, I believe it�s time you remind Priest Seth of what he�s been missing down in this drafty room of his.�
�Yes my Pharaoh.� The boy said, picking up his previous rhythm as if he�d never stopped. The pharaoh�s hand snaked between them cool against his heated skin and grasped the consort�s prick. His other hand ran over the priest�s back and began to make its way down. When he felt a finger at his entrance he bit his lip, knowing it wouldn�t be long.
Because it had been entirely too long since he�d had this closeness. This�love.

His alarm clock rang in his ear shrilly, alerting him to the fact he�d over slept. It was set for seven, but he was normally up, showered, and in his office by now. The fact that he was still in bed while it went off was enough to cause alarm in the staff.
Especially considering it�d happened everyday for the past week and a half. The normally stoic and unflappable man was sleeping late and drifting off at work. Everyone agreed that his attention was clearly elsewhere.
Some said it was a girl, that Seto Kaiba�s heart had finally been melted. Others said it was a man who had melted the frozen block that was his heart.
As he rolled out of bed, smacking his clock on the way, he wondered what they�d say if they knew it wasn�t men, but ghosts that demanded his heart. An ancient pharaoh and his amethyst-eyed consort, haunting his dreams and demanding his touch and love.
Demanding his heart and soul.
Normally he would have brushed it off as his mind and body trying to subtly tell him it was time to find some sort of release, beyond that of his hand, but�well, he�d seen a fair amount of things since he was fifteen. Sometimes dreams weren�t so easily dismissed.
But it his brain meant to tell him he had once had a love affair with a pharaoh and a sex slave�well, that wasn�t possible. The only Pharaoh he was aware of was an insufferable know-it-all, goody-to-the core bastard. And the purple-eyed companion was even worse.
He�d rather be castrated then be in a relationship with either of the two, let alone both.
�.
And yet the dreams continued.

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�Jono.� He smiled, knowing that voice and trusting it without hesitation. He was safe here and nothing could hurt him. A warm calloused hand stroked his cheek before threading through his hair. �You�re feeing better I take it?�
He nodded. He wasn�t sure he recalled not feeling okay, but he knew he felt good now and now was all that mattered. The hands trailed down his back, pushing away the light sheets that covered his naked body. He shivered as warm breath blew over his skin.
�I�ve missed you V�leren.� The voice said before slightly dry lips pressed against his shoulder. He squirmed under the gentle touch and started reaching for his companion when someone chuckled. It was deep and raspy and more than a touch affectionate.
�It�s good to see you awake Apprentice. And being accosted by this heathen no less.� A light clucking of mock disapproval followed that. �I thought I�d taught you better.�
�I wasn�t aware that I was doing anything wrong.� He said, smiling.
�You aren�t.� The lips on his back curved into a smile. �You wish you could be accosted by this heathen Mage. You shouldn�t be envious because I choose to spend time with your apprentice.�
�You flatter yourself.� The mage sniffed. He felt the bed dip down and reached out, coming in contact with smooth and cool silk. A hand closed around his own, fingers intertwining. The hand had long delicate fingers, unmarked and perfect. �Do not think because this foolish little boy follows after you, heartsick, that I would dare to do the same.�
The other man chuckled. �If you will not follow me then I�ll just have to follow you, won�t I? It�ll be like when the Pharaoh first assigned me to watch after his pathetic Roman Necromancer and see to it he didn�t fall into the river.�
�Who�re you calling pathetic?� The anger was fake and he smiled, cuddling closer to the silk clad man. Fingers moved through his hair, petting gently and he could almost feel the fond smile he was graced with. �At least I�ve never been bested by my apprentice, Warrior.�
�Maybe because I do a better job of teaching?� Hands continued to move over his back and carefully trimmed nails scratched over his skin. �What say you Jono, who does a better job of passing on knowledge? The silly mage, who spends all day with his potions and spells yet can�t even read our language, or a finely tuned warrior from the Isles who has risen up from the slave games and become a leader in Pharaoh�s army?�
�My aren�t we feeling modest this evening?� The normally stoic mage snorted in a very un-mage like manner. �Little One, his words are true, but I needn�t remind you who exactly showed you both all of the various�pleasures of the flesh, need I?�
The warrior arched an eyebrow. �You get points for molesting him now?�
�The discussion was who was the better teacher and that is something I�ve taught.�
�I think-� He said to avoid what could very well turn into a nasty argument. �That my Lord Warrior has taught me a great deal about the sword and how to defend the pharaoh and high priest�s Consort and much about the body; both that of an opponent and that of a lover. I also think that my Lord Mage has taught me just as much of the Magicks of the Earth, Heavens, and Darkness, the powers of the Gods, and sins of the flesh.� He paused, pretending to think. �So I�m forced to conclude that you two are at your best when you combine your various�attributes.�
�Attributes?�
He nodded, sitting up only to lean against the mage and spread his legs in an open invitation not bothering to cover himself when his sheet slipped. �Attributes.� The warrior climbed between his legs green-blue eyes bright.
�Best used together?� The mage continued. He nodded; tilting his head back to meet amused violet eyes. �Well, my lord, I find I can�t argue with such solid reasoning. You?�
�Certainly not I.� The warrior smirked then, leaning over him, kissed the mage. He watched, feeling his entire body flush as pale white met sun kissed brown, dark red lips meeting pale pink, fingers touching, and tongues flashing. Two hands, one from each man, caressed him in an almost absent manner and he sighed, content, before leaning up in a silent demand for attention.
�Brat.� The mage muttered before leaning down and claiming part of his mouth. The warrior swooped in as well, taking what was left for his own. He was trapped between the two men and felt the mage�s hardening manhood against his backside while the warriors rubbed against his leg through tan leather pants. His own cock was growing hard in anticipation.
A hand closed around his erection then he felt another, longer-fingered one, closing around the other and providing much wanted pressure.

�JOU!� His father�s voice ripped through the tiny apartment and he sat bolt upright, eyes wide. He shivered for a moment, glaring balefully at the open window and the fine sheen of dew that�d decided to settle upon his homework during the night.
He slipped from his bed (which was really a ratty mattress on the floor but that was neither here nor there) and winced, hand going to his lower back. He rubbed at the sore area trying to will the pain away while observing himself in the mirror above his dresser. His lower back was a less than attractive molted mass of purples, greens, and yellows that only grew uglier the longer he stared. Finally he tore his gaze away, trying to swallow the shame that rose up in his throat.
He pulled on a shirt knowing that if his father saw the marks he�d have a fair amount of explaining to do and�well he didn�t want to. Explain that was.
His father would never be father of the year or go down in history as the most obviously loving man in the world but he wasn�t going to let anyone hurt his son. There would be hell to pay for the person stupid enough to lay his hands on Jou. That was a line even he�d never crossed, no matter how drunk or high he�d become.
He supposed it was guilt on his father�s part. Guilt for the drinking he�d done when Jou was younger, guilt for his former drug addiction, guilt for dragging Jou into his shit, guilt for driving his ex-wife and daughter away, guilt for not being the father he�d always dreamed of being. No one had been more surprised then he when his father had put down the bottle in favor of actual work and�quality time.
Father-Son rehab sessions.
He snorted.
The thought was still alien to him, his father caring for him. His father tried�was trying to hard to make up for the things he�d done. Jou wasn�t sure what exactly to make of it, but found he couldn�t begrudge the man this last chance to do right.
Besides he kind of liked it. He didn�t want to; he�d wanted to give the man a ridiculously hard time and make up for fifteen years of crappy parenting but found that he hadn�t been able to do it. If his father fucked up it wasn�t going to be because Jou had pushed too much.
�KAT-�
�I�m here!� Jou said as he padded into the kitchen, arching an eyebrow at the image of his father, in his work clothes from the garage, attempting to make breakfast. He glanced at the man�s hands glad that he�d at least washed the oil from his hands when he�d dragged himself home last night. �No need to break out the first names.�
�Good.� The man said flashing him a slightly crooked smile. �Do you like your eggs scrambled?�
�Sure.�
�Fantastic, because that�s all I�m qualified to do.� His father chuckled tiredly. Jou felt a pang of guilt suddenly. His father worked at the garage nearby nearly all day. Started early in the morning and worked late into the night. To leave work (on one of the two breaks he got) to make Jou breakfast was part of his routine but it had to be hard.
But he didn�t say that. Just shuffled over and pulled the toaster out of the cupboard the plugged it in, cursing softly when a blue spark arched out and snapped him. He stepped back holding his hand and glowering.
His father reached over and examined his hand then reached up for the first aid kit. A tube of burn cream was placed in his hand before he was directed to the table to sit down.
�We need to move.� His father said shaking his head. �The wiring in this place is shit, you know? The hot water is never hot, you can hear the druggies at all hours of the night.� His father stopped suddenly shivering.
Cravings. Living in this neighborhood had once been a blessing with its available drugs at every turn and no cops daring to come down this way. Now for those very reasons it�s was little more than a curse.
�We haven�t got any money to move.� Jou muttered, putting his head on the table. �But you�re right. Maybe I should get a job-�
�Maybe you should eat and catch the bus to school before I decide to take a belt to your behind.� His father cut him off amber eyes narrowed dangerously. Jou eeped then held up his hands defensively.
�I was just thinking out loud-�
�Well stop thinking like that.� He suddenly had a wooden spoon waving under his nose. �I�m not going to let you fuck up like I did so I suggest you get your scrawny ass to school and do well. You know how proud your mother was when you passed all of those college exams so don�t you dare go breaking her heart. I won�t stand for it.�
�Yes sir.� Jou said mock saluting. He was whapped with the spoon for his trouble, before a plate of eggs and toast was dropped in front of him.
�Smart ass kid. You get it from that woman.� His dad shook his head brown eyes suddenly wistful. �Amazing woman your mother was. Fucking amazing. No other woman could stand up to me in those days but her�she�d just arch an eyebrow and look at me like I was the crazy one. I know all women are �independent� now but your mother was an original. They broke the mold with that one. It�s a damn shame too; the world needs more of her sort. Knew just what she wanted, when she wanted it, how she wanted it and went for it but never bitched about raising kids or having dinner ready. Fucking amazing.�
Jou just stared eggs scant centimeters from his mouth. His parents didn�t talk about each other much and when they did it was rarely so�favorable. Yet here was his father, waxing fondly and almost wistfully on what a fantastic woman his mother had been.
Twilight Zone much?
�I�ve gotta go kid.� His father said abruptly while shoving a piece of toast into his mouth. �Here, before I forget and your mom has my balls for earrings.�
�Nice imagery.� Jou muttered grabbing the small envelope his father tossed him. The red haired man just smiled before walking out. The shutting door let Jou know the man was gone.
He turned the envelope over in his hands, noting it was made of heavy salmon paper and had two doves engraved on the front. Both his and his father�s names were on the front. He opened it and pulled out another heavy piece of paper. This paper was ivory and again had doves underneath golden loopy letters that read like this:

Lisa Maria Doss and Yagami Takuya invite you to their wedding.

He arched an eyebrow while his eyes slide over to a picture of his family. His sister, his dad, him, and his mother. Lisa Maria had been from New York, where Jou had spent the first few years of his life, and to this day her parents resides in Spanish Harlem. They hadn�t taken kindly to her first marriage to a Japanese-American and it was doubtful they�d take the second one any better.
Jou put the invitation back and sighed.
�Poor dad. Finally gets his shit togetha� and mom decides to go and get remarried.�
Oh well. Nothing he could do about it now. He washed the dishes, showered and dressed in under twenty minutes and was on his way out of the apartment and to the bus within thirty. He rubbed his back tiredly and couldn�t help but think that he�d forgotten something every important.
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Notes: No, I don�t really think Jou is Latino. But I made him such anyway. No, I do not know how he ended up blond, beyond weird back genes. It happens. I�m 5�4, my mom�s 5�10 and my dad�s 6�3, my sister is 11 and already taller than me and my brother is nine and he�ll probably pass me up by the times he�s 13...it doesn�t make sense, but there it is.

I�m tired of �Jou is abused by his father� stories. Who decided his father would be such a nasty prick anyway�? Why not Yugi�s father? I mean, he ditched the kid with his grandfather and hasn�t been seen since, how�s that for asshole like behavior? So in this one Jou�s father isn�t the best guy, but he, like most humans, is trying hard to do right and does actually love his son quite a bit. Jou�s mother isn�t helping� But we�ll see a lot of him in this story.

As for who is beating the puppy up�well. That�d be telling.

�Affirmation� By Savage Garden is a great song for this chapter. I�ll see about posting the lyrics later.
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