Royalty | By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: Well I’m gonna finish this one cause I promised I would have two up for tonight!
Ryou: I think you’re going to screw up because it’s almost 3am…
Author: No I won’t! Ok! Let’s see how well I write in the middle
of the night! Remember! Review everyone! Love you all!!! WEEEEEE!!!
Ryou: >< I think the night’s making her hyper…
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Marik's head hit the side of a bedpost, feeling his cheek split on
the impact.
Malik was backed into a wall, trembling in fear as Seto approached
him, an evil glare in his eye, "so the Pharaoh won't let me deal with you,
whore, with beatings! But he never said what I could not do or not do to your
brother. Now! Drop on your knees and apologize and say you love me!"
"Don't do it Malik- Ah!" Marik sobbed as a small vase
was flung his way, striking his arm. He fell over and clutched his arm, with
sharp shards embedded in his caramel flesh.
"I...I'm sorry!" Malik wailed as he dropped on his
knees, silently begging for his elder brother's forgiveness, "I promise I
will be good from now on! Don't hurt Marik! Please! I'll do anything!
I...I..." tears began to course down his face as he cried, "I...I
love you Seto-sama...I'm your whore! No one else’s!" He broke into a fit of sobs, hating
himself for betraying Jounouchi; he knew he didn't mean the words, but
nonetheless the feeling of betrayal shattered around him.
"Good whore..." Seto smirked at his victory before
turning on the older Egyptian teen, "And now you, you slut...enough
defiance!" he kicked Marik in the ribs, causing the slave to cry out in
agony, "I'm sick of your games! It's fortunate that the Pharaoh got rid of
your whorish lover...you were even more disgustingly rebelling! Now! He's gone
and you're my fuck toy! Get on your knees now and beg for your forgiveness! I'm
losing patience with you!"
"N-no..." Marik gasped. Enough lying...he won't hide
anymore...Bakura, because of his courage and bravery, defied the Pharaoh to
show his loyalty to Marik; even though Marik played traitor and stayed silent
to be spared the same damnation as his white haired partner, Bakura remained
loyal and loving...and now his lover is back; he won't make the same mistake of
betrayal and hide in the shadows. He loves Bakura...no one else...no more
acting...no more lies...
Seto growled and kicked the wild haired boy again, cracking a rib.
Marik screamed, recoiling and curled up to protect his body's vital parts.
"Stop!" Malik sat crumbled on the ground, his
fear freezing him to the spot. He screamed mentally for his legs to move, but
they wouldn’t, not responding to his mind. “Yam- the Pharaoh said…he said that
you can’t hit us this way! Please leave Marik alone!”
Seto sneered, “The Pharaoh was upset because I hit you, not
because of your whorish brother! Logically, he changed his rules on how to
discipline YOU! You better shut your trap before I punish you more. Use that
hole in your face for more useful tasks!”
Malik whimpered, knowing that by protesting would result in his
brother being beaten. Completely defeated he sobbed, continuously begging for
sparing the older Ishtar.
“It’s alright…Malik…” Marik grunted, “it’s alright…no more lies…”
he heaved himself into a standing position, leaning against the wall for
support, “I am never going to ask for your forgiveness because I have done
nothing wrong, Seto,” the High Priest’s eyes narrowed at his title being
dropped, “and I most certainly do not love you, it will always rest with
Bakura…so don’t you DARE call him a whore!” His last words were choked off as
he was delivered a blow to the gut, cutting off his air supply completely.
Malik cried harder, covering his ears as he heard blow after blow
of rage being brought to his brother, listening to the sounds of various
objects colliding with the older Ishtar’s flesh; until what seemed like an
eternity, it stopped and the silence was deafening, save for the shallow
breathing of Marik and the sobbing of his younger brother.
The High Priest’s hands were covered in deep red blood, as were
many broken items scattered on the floor. “Get out…don’t you DARE even darken
my doorstep again,” Seto spat, “You will toil forever with the labour slaves…you
will suffer hardship you will have never suffered…you ungrateful whore. I’ve
had it with you! I will NOT deal with your impertinence any longer! You sicken
me! Go! NOW!”
“I will…” Marik snarled as he
dragged himself to the doors and left.
The younger Egyptian lay in a
crumpled heap on the ground, uncontrollable sobs racking through his body, the
trauma too much for him, his eyes squeezed shut. He could imagine how his
brother must feel…must look, huddled on the ground as he was stripped of his
title, thrown out like trash. “Marik…Marik…”
“Silence whore, I’m not done
with you tonight!”
Malik made no move to resist
as he was roughly taken; it didn’t seem to matter anymore, without his brother
there to support him.
Ryou gave a slight whimper as
Yami slid one oil slicked finger into his tight passage, trying to relax his
muscles.
“Always like a virgin…so
tight…” the Pharaoh breathed as he gently slipped another finger in, aiding in
stretching the opening, carefully spreading his fingers apart in a scissoring motion.
“Will…it…hurt…always…because
of that?” the boy said through slightly pained gasps.
“Hopefully not my sweet
love…I don’t want it to hurt…” the older teen lowered his head and gently
kissed around the tight pucker before pushing in a final third finger, and
began to move in and out of the boy.
Ryou shivered, his body
tensing as the intrusion, “Ah…Yami…Ah…Ah!”
“Hush…relax…”
Yami kept his movements at a patient pace, letting his small lover adjust
before pushing deeper.
“Yami! Oh!” the white haired teen arched back, trying to
drive the fingers further into him, the uncomfortable feeling ebbing away,
replaced by sweet, indescribable pleasure.
The Pharaoh continued to
probe, his actions becoming slightly more aggressive as he could feel himself
getting aroused. He lay nude, his darker skin a contrast to the pale skin of
the smaller boy, and tingling from their physical contact, “I love you Ryou…”
he pushed his fingers deep until he felt a soft spongy tissue.
Ryou screamed and arched his
back, throwing back his head; his whole body convulsed with bliss, the feeling
ravaging through his body into his very soul.
Satisfied with his lover’s
response, Yami thrust his fingers to graze the area again and again, repeatedly
eliciting loud screams of pleasure from the other.
“Now…” Ryou panted, “Take
me…now…please…Yami…I need you…”
“And I you…” pulling his
fingers out, he moved to position himself beneath the smaller teen, who obediently spread his legs, arousing him further. He
pushed in slowly, taking great care to not rip the taut passage, letting the
boy adjust to his size.
The pale young slave bit his
lip, pain mingling in with pleasure as he let loose a breath of air, trying to
relax his body at the penetration, “Yami…”
“I’m going to hurt you…”
“No…no…please…go on…”
Listening to the encouraging
pleas, Yami pushed on until he was fully embedded inside his lover. Leaning
forward he captured Ryou’s lips for a kiss, “I love you…”
“I love…please…take me…make
me truly yours,” Ryou begged.
The Pharaoh slowly withdrew,
and with the same care and speed, plunged back in.
Ryou gasped, his eyes growing
wide at the hot friction spreading through his body, dulled by the lubrication
of the spicy scented massage oil, “Faster…Yami…please…”
His body was no longer able
to hold back; with a groan Yami began to pound into the smaller body, his
thrusts gaining speed at every movement. “Ryou…oh Ra!
Ryou! Ryou!”
The smaller boy’s breath caught
tin his throat, unable to respond as his body shook from the thrusts. His mouth
was open, taking in shallow, rapid breaths, his eyes lost in the bliss.
The Pharaoh continued to
pound, each smooth movement sending elation rippling through their bodies. He
reached down; balancing his weight with his other hand, to Ryou’s awakening
arousal, pumping the organ with rough, fast movements. Ryou’s gasps increased,
his hips beginning to move in rhythm to the thrusts and strokes. “Yami!”
Lights exploded behind the
boy’s eyes as he ejaculated, the creamy seed coating the elder teen’s hands and
over their bodies.
With a final, well placed
thrust Yami gave a shudder and released into the boy’s body, filling it with
his essence. He collapsed beside his lover, spending the next moments in
silence, calming their bodies down. He slipped his dying erection out of Ryou,
making the other boy shiver slightly.
“Yami…it was…perfect…thank
you…I love you…” Ryou sighed softly.
“I love you Ryou…” to the
Pharaoh, the world could be no more perfect as well. All the troubles laid upon
him seemed to diminish into a cloud of nothingness, the problems of the world,
gone. He kissed his beautiful lover on the forehead, pressing his lips against
the soft skin, as they rested there in the dim oil candlelight.
Marik didn’t know where to
go; no longer had he a place to stay for the night for he was spell locked out
of his bed chambers. He knew he should not disturb Jounouchi’s slumber, he didn’t
know where to heal his wounds…the palace was so large, yet he had no where to
go…
“Bakura…” the thoughts of his
white haired lover drifted into his mind, “I won’t betray you again…”
His body began to scream for
rest as he dropped to his knees, crawling back to his bed chambers, curling up
at the door, and fell into a dreamless, dark, slumber.
~*~*~*~*~
Author: There! All done! I
just remember that I still have YET to put up a chick…whoops…but I need to put
them in properly…gah…maybe next chapter…I promise I’ll
get at least ONE girl in to ‘balance’ it out…ok?
Ryou: So much lemon… O.o
Author: Oh silence you!
*sigh* looks like I’m getting sidetracked off the fic…but
there’s so many things popping up! GAH!!! Need to get to the end soon…I have
only a couple of days left…eeps! Anyways!!! Please
R&R!!! Tell me what you think ok? And I going way
too slow? Does these random sections beginning to bore you? Please lemme know! Oooooooo…tired…must…sleep…
-_-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..
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