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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Thirteen: Home Sweet Home



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   Confined in the chains of his new room, imprisoned from ever seeing the light of day again, Ryou lay weeping on his side. Ice cold and afraid, he held himself in the claustrophobic tomb he now had to call home. His room he would share with that woman, according to his brand new master, the Lord of Shadows, Bakura. When Ryou saw the man’s wound heal, he could barely believe the black magic he saw. He had heard of the Lords, as any Pale or Dark Face should, but he never thought he would meet, let alone catch the attention of one.

   He was doomed, bound forever to serve. He should’ve given himself to the massacre done by Captain Gahiji’s guard. Death’s door sounded better than this cruel fate he had to endure.

   Hearing shuffling, Ryou panicked. He quickly cowered underneath the wool blanket, and closed his eyes. Whoever it was, they sat right beside him. A gentle hand touched his shoulder and shook him gently.

   “Leave me alone,” he pleaded, trembling. He opened his eyes to discover it was that girl, Miu.

   “You don’t want Bakura catching you saying that.” She sat on her knees, staring at him sadly. “He doesn’t like us crying, either. So dry your eyes.”

   Frowning, Ryou slowly sat up. He wiped at his puffy eyes, attempting to stop his tears. It was hard. “He can’t do this to me.”

   “I’m afraid he can,” she whispered. “There’s no way to escape from here. I tried once, and he punished me severely.” She unfolded a cloth for him. “Here.”

   Taking it from her, Ryou murmured his thanks. He wiped his cheeks with it, then blew his nose. Rolling it into a ball, he placed it on the ground, then inspected the lovely freckled woman in front of him. If he didn’t know any better, she seemed a tad crazy, but then again, having to suffer living below ground for who knows how long certainly could stimulate dementia. However, she seemed more in control compared to the clingy man he resembled.

   “What does he want with me?” Ryou asked her, though he already had an idea. Crossing his arms, he almost regretted asking hinting the sorrow in her brown eyes.

   Miu twirled her fingers, then latched them together, twitchy. She side-glanced over her shoulder, behaving as if the walls had ears. No one was behind her. Ryou wondered where Bakura was, if he was possibly in his own room or listening in on their conversation.

   “Please,” Ryou sniffed, grabbing her attention. “Tell me.”

   She pushed forward, falling on hands and knees as she stuck up her nose. She startled him, and he felt uneasy. “Do you have family?”

   Surprised by her question, he slowly shook his head. “No. I don’t have anyone.”

   “No,” she whimpered. “No, no. You have to. He won’t let you go at all, if he finds out. He told me if you had family, he’d consider letting you go.”

   “I wish I did,” Ryou whispered. “But I don’t.”

   “Is that so?” From the entranceway stood Bakura. His dark grin glowed in the shimmer of the oil lamp he held in his hand. “What a shame. No family? How sad.” He walked into the room, sensing their fear. Setting the oil lamp down, he pinched Miu’s right cheek. “Time for bed, Miu. Go wait for me.”

   Bowing her head, Miu got to her feet and sulked out of the room. Chuckling, Bakura glanced at Ryou. “She’s not become fully accustomed to me yet, but she’s learning, as will you.”

   Shivering, Ryou tensed when the creepy Lord embraced his shoulders, forcing him to lay down. Bakura spread the wool blanket back over his find, not caring that the boy sniffled when he ran his hand through that gorgeous white hair.

   Turning his head, Ryou glimpsed up at the shadowy man. He was terrified. “What do you want?”

   Bakura crouched low, inching his face up close with Ryou’s. “You. That is what I desire. Just you.”

   “Why?” Ryou trembled, about ready to cry again.

   “Because you’re a beautiful white angel,” he grinned. He brushed a finger over Ryou’s cheek. “And I must confess, I have a fetish for Pale Faces, if you hadn’t noticed my other two lovelies. I found them just like I found you, stranded and alone, with no one to love them. But I promised I would love them, and I promise to love you, too.”

   “Please let me go,” Ryou sobbed. “Please?”

   If his other two pets challenged him with useless, pitiful supplication, he would not hesitate to punish them. Ryou faired as an exception, since he was new, and didn’t know better. He did not know the rules, but he would master his purpose.

   “I can’t do that,” Bakura told him, grabbing a full lock of hair. “You see, no one knows that their Lord of Shadows lives here, where he does, like an ant beneath their feet. And I wouldn’t want you squealing my location to any unwanted company.”

   Ryou shook his head. “I won’t tell, I swear.”

   “No matter.” Bakura snaked his free hand around Ryou’s fragile throat, then ran it down his frail frame. “Mm. You’re so beautiful, boy. I’m going to enjoy having you as an addition to our happy little family. I can’t wait to make you mine.” He pulled back to take the oil lamp, leaving Ryou with that horrid thought. “But not yet. Now until you are well. You have some healing to do. However, as soon as you’ve recovered, you’re mine. Sleep well, Ryou.”

   Readying to take his leave, Bakura made it to the door when he heard Ryou faintly murmur, “I hate you.”

   Bakura growled lowly. Not that he cared whether Ryou hated him or not. “Watch your tongue. I’m in control of your life now, and you’ll do best to not piss me off.” Storming down the dark hallway, he slowed when he reached his room. He paused just outside to slam his fist into the wall. A few snakes were startled by their master’s raged fist, and so slithered away in the shadows, and into holes in the walls.

   Sighing softly, he pressed against the wall, sliding his head to peek into his room. He spotted Miu in the corner, where she prepared a urinal pot. Smirking, he stepped inside before Miu got the chance to relieve herself. “Starting without me?”

   Shaking like a reed on the rush of a river’s wave, Miu gripped the pot and looked to her Lord, wide-eyed. She remained still as her Lord walked over to her, stepping just inches in front of her.

   “Oh, don’t mind me,” he said. “Go on.” When she made no attempt to continue, he chortled coldly. “It is unhealthy to hold it in, my sweet.”

   “I don’t need to go,” she lied.

   “Are you still trying to pull this shit!” Bakura growled.

   Quivering, Miu eyed the exit. “T -- the boy?”

   “Stays.” Bakura crossed his arms. “Piss or grief my help.”

   With no other choice, Miu slowly set down the pot. She went to turn around, to only flash her buttocks for him.

   “Face me,” he demanded.

   She obeyed, making sure her dress did not rip as she rolled it over her hips, it high enough to reveal her beautiful stomach. Miu’s extra helping of flesh did not make her unattractive. At least not in Bakura’s eyes. He rather liked her not too plump figure over those damned sticks he would meet whenever he left home for food and supplies. A little jiggle in her belly tickled his fancy, and those mountains on her chest made him exceptionally greedy.

   From beneath she slid out of a simple loincloth undergarment, and set it on the floor at her feet. She reached a hand to cover her golden hairs, embarrassed even though Bakura’s seen her naked many times.

   “Don’t hide it from me.” When he readied to step up to her, she quickly withdrew her hand. He smirked and took a step back, but lowered down, bending his knees to have a proper view. “You’re too slow. Hurry up.”

   Damn it, Miu hated when he rushed her. She slowly crouched over the pot, giving him a magnificent view. She did not notice the voyeur from the hallway with his saucer-wide eyes and shaky, sweaty hands. Ryou sneaked his way out of bed, aghast by what he was witnessing.

   “Spread yourself,” Bakura instructed.

   Miu touched her womanhood, using her fingers to spread her pink, dry walls. Pink in the face, she shut her eyes and relieved herself before her Lord, filling the tiny clay pot half full.

   “There now,” he chuckled at her. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

   Expected to answer, Miu responded with a soft, “Yes.”

   Bakura went up to her, kneeling to grab the pot. He set it aside, eternally satisfied whenever he caused her pallid skin to darken. “So tell me the truth --” he ran his hand up her bare thigh, passing her hip to massage her stomach, “-- What do you really think of my find?”

   “I think he doesn’t belong here,” she muttered. “He’s too polite. I think he’s smart, too.”

   “He does seem it,” Bakura agreed. “Can’t say the same about you or Pet.”

   Pouting, Miu tried to move away, offended. “I’m not stupid.”

   “No, of course not.” Bakura draped his arm around her, pulling her close. He reached his hand around to squeeze her soft left cheek, giving it a good jiggle. Hearing her moan pleased him greatly. “You’re the smartest woman I know.”

   Pressing her hands against his chest, Miu stuck her face in his shoulder, flustered. “I’m the only woman you know.”

   “Well,” he smiled. “That’s true.”

   The Lord of Shadows hardly regretted capturing his unintelligent Pale Faces to become his suitable bedmates. His desirable male pet, a true screw loose, never had a true life besides the one given to him by Bakura, having been raised up by the Lord since he was four years old. The poor soul witnessed his own mother’s rape and murder, condemned to the desert’s heat for an entire week before found dazed, scared, and dehydrated. Having lived his immortal life on his own until that very moment, Bakura was drawn to the white-haired boy, and so decided that having no one but his snakes had to come to an end. Then he met Miu three years ago, spotting her in a wagon full of moon-faced slaves to be traded. All the girl had was her father, and the sickly man did not last the night. Bakura saved Miu from becoming a whore in a lowdown harem for Dark Face guardsmen and traders. With his reputation, he hardly seemed the type to semblance affection, but his pets meant everything to him.

   Recalling how he and his beaus became a triangle of avidity, Bakura guided Miu over to the bed, demanding that she take a seat. She did what he asked of her, prepared to close her legs only to have them spread wide. Pushed into the straw-weaved bed, Miu whimpered softly, directing her gaze on anything but her Lord, who took it upon himself to touch her beautiful pussy. No matter how many times she negated the passion she felt for him, the proof was in the glistening moisture between her legs. She lay whimpering, the pleasure building up as he rubbed her roughly.

   Ryou slumped to one knee, fixated on the two from the hallway. Watching Bakura inappropriately penetrate Miu’s womanhood with two fingers made his throat tighten. He gripped hold of the wall, loosening some dirt. It dug into his fingernails. It stung but he ignored the pain, too captivated (to his horror) by the Lord of Shadow’s lustful persistence.

   Bakura pushed up Miu’s dress over her breasts, letting them bounce freely. He ran his hands over them, appreciating their jiggle, appreciating how light and fair her nipples were. Gods, he loved Pale Faces and their silky smooth peach skin. What a delicious turn on for him. He latched onto her left breast, biting and sucking to help her pale nub peek out. He got hold of it and fed as he thrust her wet walls with his fingers. She wiggled beneath him, obviously enjoying it.

   Trembling, Ryou further lowered to the ground. He could not hold himself up, not with Bakura’s clothing removed. He roamed to that large, throbbing heat, barely getting the chance to get a well enough look before it disappeared in between Miu’s legs.

   Miu cried out as she was taken. Bakura forced her legs back, pushing her knees into her breasts. Gasping loudly, she struggled to control her breathing as her Lord pounded her deep and hard, not giving her the chance to retort his appetence. He often took her much more gently, but she reckoned this was an act of punishment for trying to beg of him to let Ryou go. She closed her eyes, taking it, as she should, without crying, moaning to please him, though most of the sounds that escaped her weren’t faked.

   It was frightening, and yet Ryou couldn’t escape it. He crossed his arm to his shoulder, scratched at a strange itch, then scratched at another on his belly. Listening to Miu scream, hearing their skins slap together, and seeing Bakura’s smirk was all too enrapturing. Ryou could feel his own cock ache, and he tried to remain calm to keep from getting turned on. When he heard Miu’s scream erupt, he jumped out of shock. He saw she was shaking crazily in place with her mouth wide open.

   “My sweet, sweet Miu,” purred Bakura. “Did you just come? Hmm? You naughty thing.”

   “Ah…” she shuddered, unable to speak.

   “You look so happy,” Bakura huffed, going faster. “Come on! Again. Come for me again, my sweet. Come for me again.”

   Ryou covered his mouth, not knowing just how ghastly his lips had gone. His ears filled with another scream, and this time it was joined by a loud grunt.

   Bakura released inside, filling his lovely full. Moaning, he grasped his stem and squeezed out every last drop before exiting her, and let her legs drop. He left her to lay there in a daze, then twisted his neck to glance over where Ryou stared ghastly in at him. “You’re next.”

   Stumbling back, Ryou heard the Lord of Shadows cackle like mad as he hurried to crawl away. He saw the other pet, the male, glaring at him from the shadows down the long hall. He heard a hiss behind him. Ryou saw over his shoulder Bakura’s albino snake slithering her way across the dirt, her beady red eyes like tiny red hot coals glowering at him before retreating into her master’s chamber.

   Ryou climbed to his feet, doing what he could to avoid them all as he ran back for the room he should be fast asleep in. He dashed for the itchy wool blanket and cowered beneath it, sickened by what he just encountered, but even more so by the tense feeling coming from between his legs. He shut his eyes tight to make it go away, praying that this was nothing more but a bad dream.

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   It had been no dream. When next Ryou woke, it was morning. The darkness seemed lighter to him, and he realized that this creepy place did have small ceiling window circlets letting in a fairly small amount of light, just enough to see proper. That previous night had been so terrifying, he hadn’t wanted to better know this place.

   Quietly pushing aside the blanket, he sat up, not expecting to find Miu sleeping on the other side of the room, huddled with her own single blanket to keep warm. Frowning, Ryou decided against waking her. Instead, he tiptoed his way out of there to further explore the old catacombs. In the walls, he saw loose stone, not liking the idea of dead bodies being buried in the walls. The dead silence didn’t help.

   Stepping out into the hallway, Ryou peeked to the left, which led to a dead end, then he glanced to the right. He could make out the open area where they dined last night, and possibly that direction was also the way out. Taking a deep breath, he ascended into the empty room. Nothing but ash remained of the fire that cackled the other night, and every last piece of leftover food had been cleaned up, set in sacks and barrels up against the wall. Just thinking about food caused a rumble to stir in the pit of Ryou’s stomach. He eyed a sack, saw the root of an onion or two piled at the top, and figured eating just one wouldn’t hurt. He moved around the fire pit, growing hungrier by the second, staring longingly ahead. Getting on one knee, he took one of the onions and peeled off the skin. Before he could dig his teeth into it, he heard footsteps behind him.

   The onion dropped to his feet. He hurriedly stood and whipped around to find the Lord of Shadows admiring him from the dark hallway. The man wore his battered robe this time. Darling rested around his shoulders, her head hard to find, hidden in his shoulder. His violet eyes shot to the onion dirtied by its fall, then back to Ryou.

   “You best eat that,” he said. “I don’t want it to go to waste.”

   Tensing up, Ryou slowly hunched down to pick up the onion. He pouted, brushing off the yucky dirt. He didn’t want to eat this now. It could make him sick, but with those cruel eyes on him, he had no other choice. He took a bite. His lips puckered, the onion’s taste was torturous. Thankfully, it was a small onion, so he soon ate it all, regretting trying to please his stomach. Now its taste would linger on his tongue for a long time.

   Bakura held his precious snake gently, nuzzling her as he smiled at his new find. “I’ll let that go this time, but from now on I expect you to wait until I say it is okay to eat.”

   “I’m sorry,” murmured Ryou, bowing his head a little. He wasn’t able to look away, however. The Lord’s gaze was too compelling.

   The Lord was not used to his pets waking this early. He usually spent the early hours setting up their morning meal while appreciating the silence his Underworld provided. The silence of the dead was far grander than the cacophony of the living. “I’m not used to my pets not sleeping in, but then again you’re different from my others.”

   “W -- we had to wake early where I lived before,” Ryou said softly. “I’m used to it.”

   “Where did you live last?” Bakura wondered.

   A tad fidgety, Ryou said, “At a house with my owners. They’re dead.” He also remembered having to be up before dawn when he worked for Captain Gahiji.

   “Dead?” Bakura hummed. “Death is bliss. I’m sure they’re better off.” He hated seeing that precious skin tremble. He knew the pretty thing feared him. “Perhaps you and I should take this opportunity to get to know one another better. Come sit with me.”

   The offer left no room for Ryou to equivocate, not wanting to acquire discipline. It would take every ounce of obedience to avoid being abused by this immortal man, and he intended on keeping his body off limits for as long as possible, to hopefully find the exit and eventually flee. He walked over to the empty fire pit, took a seat. He waited patiently. Bakura got some firewood and dry reed to ignite, making a new fire. Ryou was thankful, having noticed the dreadful chill.

   Sighing, Bakura sat beside Ryou. “Are you cold?”

   “A little,” Ryou answered honestly.

   “The fire will warm you up,” said Bakura. “In time, you will get used to being down here.”

   Thinking about it, Ryou glanced at Bakura and asked, “Aren’t you cold?”

   “Cold doesn’t bother me,” he enlightened, proud, in a way, of what he was.

   Setting another piece of wood on the fire, Bakura left it alone. He repositioned Darling just a tad, not wanting her to fall off his shoulders. His honorable prehistoric reptile had lived with him since his acceptance to take the place of the Gods, but she could often be a pain in the neck. However, he loved her far more than he loved his own kind.

   Crossing his legs, Ryou smoothed out his filthy shenti, supposing he had to get used to being dirty again. His previous owners had at least let him bathe. He wondered if Bakura would. Rather uncomfortable, he remained quiet, not about ready to talk unless spoken too. It would be challenging for him to accept the Lord as his owner.

   “You’re so beautiful,” Bakura remarked. “How is it a gorgeous creature like you wound up all alone in the middle of nowhere? Hmm?”

   “I ran away,” Ryou whispered.

   “Ran away from who? What?”

   “From the guards,” said Ryou. He spread his hand on the floor, playing with the grainy sand. It slid through his fingers. “They came out of nowhere. They killed my owner and his wife, and they set houses on fire, and tore the place apart. I didn’t want them to capture me again, so I ran for my life.”

   Not at all surprised by this, making it his job to be the phantom who learned all he could about the world above, Bakura did feel for the boy. “Again? What do you mean by that?”

   “Before my owner bought me,” Ryou explained, “I belonged to them. Well, to Captain Gahi -- um…”

   “Gahiji,” murmured Bakura.

   “You know him?” gaped Ryou.

   Bakura grinned. “I’ve never met him personally, but I make it my business to acknowledge what goes on up there.” He nudged at the ceiling. “And I’ve heard a great deal about this Captain Gahiji. I hear he serves a Lord, himself. The most feared. Even more feared than myself, but oddly, I know nothing about him. You won’t have to worry about him or anyone else ever again. You’re safe down here.”

   “Safe?” Ryou trembled, angry.

   “Do you not feel safe with me?” smirked Bakura.

   Ryou sincerely muttered, “No.”

   What a courageous fairy. Not even Miu’s dared to mutter that single word when she was first brought to live underground. It mirrored in her eyes, and shined in her face, but the guts never spilled. Bakura had a feeling he was going to enjoy this challenge.

   Laughing snottily, he brushed his hand over Darling’s dry skin, petting her gently. “I highly doubt that. This is the safest place in all the land.”

   “How can you say that?” Ryou fussed. “How can you feel satisfied by forcing those two to be down here, and to force me to be down here in this dark, awful crypt! It isn’t right!”

   A grip to his throat conducted great fear. Ryou gagged loudly, trapped in Bakura’s strong chokehold. Too frightened to close his eyes, he could only pray that the man didn’t hurt him. To hi surprise, he was soon let go. Coughing, he touched his burnt skin, felt where Bakura’s fingertips held him so tight, stunned that he had been released.

   “Forgive me,” the Lord spoke crisply. “Was that rude of me? Let me get you some water.” His anger took the best of him, damn it. He left briefly for his best flask made out of crocodile hide, and gave it to Ryou. “Drink.” He sat back down.

   Sipping down some of the cool water, Ryou capped the lid back on and murmured an apology of his own. A lie.

   “Let me tell you something, boy,” Bakura necessitated to make his find fully understand. “My home you so easily call a crypt, is a sanctified paradise compared to that vile wasteland. The world you came from, where my precious pets came from, is like a graveyard for the living, and Gods help me, I would rather lose my rightful gift than exploit them once more to the fucking memories of their horrible pasts!” He had moved so close to Ryou that they were close to touching noses. “Great joy is below, unnatural pain is above.”

   Ryou exhaled sharply after the Lord pulled back. He had been holding his breath throughout the attack, but a part of him understood. “I...”

   “You have no fucking idea,” said Bakura softly. “You do not know the terror I’ve seen. The terror they’ve seen. I’m sure you’ve seen a good handful yourself. That world is a mess.”

   Bakura got to his feet. He had to set up the morning meal. His pets would be up any minute now, and he’d spent enough time yelling at the newcomer. Glancing at Ryou, he sighed irritably. “I will not force you into my bed, Ryou. At least, not right away. I expect you to play your part, but for now, all I wish is for you to accept what I am offering you. And that is this glorious home.”

   Bowing his head slightly, Ryou gave a single nod. “Okay.”

   “Good.” Grinning, Bakura began setting out food. “You will like it here. I promise.”

   Bringing his knees to his chest, Ryou crossed his arms over them. He buried his face into his knees, wishing he was dead.
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