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Rulers and Rogues	By : Khat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, an entire Ryou/Bakura chapter, since I decided poor Fox needed more loving. I had intended some citrus, but it didn’t work its way in there, so you’ll have to settle for some torture and, surprisingly, a hint of fluff. Go figure.
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Bakura was acting more like himself, Fox thought, watching his yami from where he sat chained in the corner of the bedroom. Or, well, more like the self he remembered the Tomb Raider having been. The walk back to the castle had been tense, to say the least, Bakura dragging him along most of the way. He seemed intent on making up for his earlier weakness. And on making sure he never even thought about doing anything so, as he put it, ‘Ra damned hair-brained’ ever again. And of course, since this was Bakura, that involved a beating. Not that he hadn’t had beatings before, but this one already promised to be one to far outshine the others.
And then, of course, since giving a beating, at least to him, always made the Thief aroused, he would then take him to bed.
Huh. That was a very polite way of putting it, wasn’t it? Take him to bed. It made it sound like a parent tucking their child in. All right, he’d say it plainly. He was going to fuck him senseless. And while the thought of that wouldn’t have usually bothered him, the fact that he was already going to be sore as hell sort of promised a far less pleasurable event. And then, there was the fact that Bakura didn’t know the meaning of the word gentle, and it had been over a year since the last time they had been together…
“Against the wall.” Bakura snapped suddenly. Fox looked up at him, debating on refusing, but then his gaze fell to the whip the elder held, a seven-tailed cat. He shuddered, dropping his gaze and moving obediently. He knew how much that whip hurt, and had no desire to draw extra punishment.
The hikari flinched as he suddenly felt cold steel against his back, instinctively starting to move away slightly.
“Ryou.” He fell still again at the word, still shivering, wondering what his yami was going to do. Bakura had always been careful not to leave scars, had hated the ones he had already had before he had gotten the ring. But was he going to break that unspoken rule now? Fox shut his eyes, but the blade turned, a few ripping noises heralding the fall of his top. A few more slices and his shorts joined the pile of ruined fabric at his feet. Fox winced. That outfit hadn’t been cheap.
“A slut’s outfit.” The Thief snarled angrily. “Just how many men did you open your legs for?”
“N-no one.” Fox gasped. He had been tempted, on more than one occasion, but had always considered a scene such as this. Bakura could be insanely jealous, at times. And then, it just didn’t seem right, even though he knew he had no reason to want to be loyal to his oft-times tormentor.
Fox let out a yelp as the whip landed suddenly, jumping but not moving from where he stood. He knew better. There were worse things than a simple whipping, after all. Even with that whip.
Bakura had made that one himself, from strips of leather he had found, or stolen, somewhere. Ryou had been made to sit at his feet, watching, while he had pieced them together, knotting each of the tails six times down their lengths, strong hard knots guaranteed to leave bruises, at the least. And they had, every time.
The whip fell again, drawing another yelp, and Fox shuddered. He had thought he had imagined it, since it had been so long since his last punishment, but now he was sure. Bakura wasn’t holding back, like he always had before. The Spirit was putting the full force of his strength behind the lashes. The very thought terrified the British boy, and he turned his head slightly, casting a glance behind him, just as Bakura struck again. Letting out a louder yelp, he moved slightly, pressing against the wall fearfully.
“Yami…” He began nervously. A low growl answered him and he turned back, a tear trailing down his cheek. His back already felt like it was on fire, and it had only been a few strikes already.
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Fox counted 20, before he collapsed in a sobbing pile, unable to take it any more. He expected to be jerked to his feet, chained to keep him upright, but instead the Spirit bent, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging his head up.
“Now, Tenshi, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry…” Fox whimpered softly, moving to cuddle close to him. Bakura didn’t stop him, but neither did he offer anything that could have been considered forgiveness. Still, Fox was encouraged by the silence, until he looked up, meeting the brown eyes that mirrored his. Flinching at the emotionless gaze, he looked back down, shuddering.
“Kura…” He pleaded, trying his hardest to look completely repentant and miserable. It wasn’t that difficult, really, since, at the moment, he was both of those.
“Go and get cleaned up.” The Thief snapped, moving towards the door. “And don’t even think about trying anything stupid, Ryou.” He fixed a cold gaze on the hikari, then left the room.
Fox sniffed, trying to brush the tears away even as more fell. It wasn’t the pain that drew them, or not completely. Bakura had never just left after a beating.
Moving finally, slowly and painfully, he crawled to the bathroom, running a cold bath. Cold, to ease the pain and the swelling that would surely accompany it. He gasped as he lowered himself into the water, slowly relaxing as he adjusted to the water’s temperature.
Then he spotted something that turned his blood to ice and caused him to tense up all over again, bringing a fresh wave of pain. Mingled in the water, shifting and dissolving as he moved, was a thin trail of red.
“Blood.” He gasped aloud, staring. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. It was just a little bit. But Bakura had never cut him. Red marks, yes. Bruises, more than he could count, but never a cut.
Shuddering, he opened his eyes, filling his cupped hands with water and pouring it over his back, trying to ignore the traces of blood. They faded quickly, though, so he knew that the damage had to be minor, at least. Maybe that was why Bakura had left so suddenly. Maybe he was upset with himself for losing control. But then again, it could have been on purpose, as a reminder of what he could have done.
The door opened then, and Fox looked over, paling again when the object of his thoughts stepped through. Bakura, though, merely threw an irritated glance in his direction, setting a bundle of white cloth down on a small table.
“Move it if you want something to eat.” He snapped, as if Fox was merely soaking comfortably in the tub. That, at least, was normal. Once the punishment was done with, Bakura seemed to forget about it. At least, until the next time he put a foot wrong.
“Kura? C-can I have a razor?” Though his light hair made it difficult to see the bristles that covered his cheeks, he could feel them. He had grown it out, once, and then had promptly borrowed one of Wolf’s blades to shave it off. White hair was one thing, but the beard had made him look like Santa Claus.
“A razor?” The Spirit frowned at him, then turned away. “Don’t worry about it. Just get washed up.”
“But, Kura…”
“Now, Ryou. And wash your hair good. It’s supposed to be white, not grey.”
“Yes, Yami.” Fox answered softly, dropping his gaze. He hadn’t thought his hair was that dirty. And it wasn’t like he had had daily access to a shower out in the city.
Bakura dropped a few fluffy-looking towels on the table with the cloth he had dropped earlier and strode out of the room then.
Ryou soaped up his hair three times, making sure the dust and grime that had tinged it was fully gone, then ran the conditioner through it, adoring the feeling. Conditioner was a luxury he had definitely missed.
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Five minutes later, he was reluctantly rinsing himself off, going over to wrap one of the towels around his hair, using the other to carefully dry himself. The cloth, it turned out, was actually one of the tunics he had seen the other slaves wearing, though his seemed to be of a much finer material, and was longer, more of a robe than a tunic, really.
It hurt to move his arms much, but he managed to slip the robe on anyway, waiting for the pain to fade to a tolerable level before he headed back into the room. It was surprising, really, how little pain effected you when you were used to feeling it. He was sure Prince, or even Wolf, would have been curled up in a corner trying not to move right now.
Bakura arched a brow as Fox closed the bathroom door quietly behind him and stood there, eyes downcast. He could feel the Spirit’s eyes roaming over him, and nervously wondered if maybe he should have washed his hair a fourth time. But after a moment, he heard the slightly approving grunt he had been hoping for, and moved over to the bed where the Spirit sat, reading. Moving carefully, he knelt on the bed, his back to his yami.
There was a moment of silence, the only sound the turning of a page, then Fox tilted his head, blinking at a tiny mew. A moment later, claws appeared over the edge of the bed, followed by small ears and a fluffy silver tabby face. Fox blinked, then smiled.
“It’s a kitten…” He murmured, breaking the pose to reach for the creature.
“Ryou.” Bakura warned, not looking up from the book. The younger froze, shifting back to the previous position, sighing softly and watching the kitten claw its way up onto the bed. It sat down, twisting to give its tail a few licks, then tottered over to him. Ryou smiled again, reaching to pet the tiny animal. Bakura didn’t say anything this time, merely marking his place in the book and setting it aside, reaching for a comb and brush that had been sitting on the bedside table. Shifting slightly, he started to brush the hikari’s hair, carefully working through the knots that had formed in it.
It was an old habit for them, one of the better ones, in Fox’s opinion. He wasn’t sure why Bakura seemed to like brushing his hair, but he wasn’t about to complain. He loved the feeling of the Spirit’s fingers, surprisingly gentle for this one thing, running through the strands.
It was moments like this when he felt closest to his other half, and he had to wonder if this was how Yugi had felt with Yami, before. It would be wonderful to feel like that all the time, he decided, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh of contentment as he relaxed.
“Don’t fall asleep on me this time.” Bakura muttered, but had to smile slightly at the sight of his hikari, fully relaxed. This was how it should be. He was willing to admit he had made mistakes with him, in the past, though, technically, that hadn’t been all his fault, and possibly he shouldn’t have beaten him so harshly, earlier. He had just worried him so much, with that stunt earlier.
But Ryou was here, now, safe and sound where he belonged. Everything would be the way it should be, from now on.
“Come on, Tenshi.” He murmured, setting the brush and comb aside and nudging the half-asleep boy. Fox blinked and shifted, turning carefully to look at him curiously.
“Let’s go get something to eat. You’re skinny as a post.” Bakura slipped a gold collar around the younger boy’s neck, moving off the bed and tugging lightly at the chain that was attached to it. Ryou lifted a hand to feel the collar, shivering, but didn’t protest, merely moving to follow. The Spirit let a pleased smile cross his lips as he led his hikari down toward the dining room he shared with the other three Kings.
Yes, things were exactly as they should be.
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That’s so cute. *Has a fangirl moment.* Okay, done now. ^^
White M&M's – Nah, you didn’t miss it. I don’t know what happened to him. I suppose it wouldn’t be entirely illogical for him to have accidentally been killed, really. Or he could have been taken as a slave as well and they just haven’t run into him. Hey, I know. You guys can decide what you want. Give me some suggestions and I’ll pick one and work it in somehow.
Lady Hawk – And I’m loving hearing that. ^^ Hey, did you ever see the movie Ladyhawke?
DravenXLovecraft – *Eye twitches.* Thanks, but could you be so kind as to lay off the leetspeak? It’s just one of my pet peeves.
Cody_Thomas – Yeah, I thought so, too. Bakura’s not acting very evil at the moment, I suppose, but it still works, I think.
w00t – Getting good? You mean it wasn’t good to begin with? :*( Just kidding. ^^ Thanks a lot.
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