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Rulers and Rogues	By : Khat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Yes, I haven't keeled over or anything. I've just been dealing with unhappy RL issues that I will not go into here, but which encouraged a lack of wishing to write.
But, I'm feeling better now, and have started watching Zexal, which is, in my overly important opinion, the only somewhat decent YGO sequel they've had (Not as good as the original, but still worth watching), so we'll see how far this goes this time.
The title's part of a quote by Oscar Wilde: “The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple”. But rarely pure and never is generally the case for most things in life, and especially the relationships here.
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Anzu had left, the sun gone done and his supper eaten, delivered by a servant, before Prince saw the Pharaoh again, the spirit entering the living room through a door in the far wall. Prince had tried it, earlier, and had been politely, but firmly, refused passage by two burly guards. He had considered trying to force the issue, just to see what would happen, but suspected he would find himself locked up again, or chained or something, so had just returned to the living room.
Prince didn’t realise he had returned, though, the rebel taking advantage of the pool, since he was reasonably sure that none of the girls would be wandering in at that hour. Neither did he notice when the door from the bedroom was silently opened, Yami stepping through and closing the door again just as silently, pausing to watch his hikari. Prince was, at that moment, dozing peacefully on a pool mattress on his stomach. The spirit smiled softly, pleased at the calm scene. His smile faded slightly as he realised that the mindlink was closed, but he just shrugged it off, moving to remove his tunic, the jewellery he usually wore having been taken off in the bedroom, except for the puzzle.
The ripples he caused as he stepped down into the water moved out toward the mattress, making it rock slightly, and Prince awoke, blinking and looking up, his face turned in the opposite direction from the Pharaoh, who as currently swimming out to his hikari.
“Aibou.” He murmured softly, as he reached the mattress, the sound of his voice making the smaller boy jump. The movement unbalanced the pool toy and he tumbled off into the water, flailing a moment before regaining his hold on the mattress, coughing and glaring at the apologetic looking spirit.
“You would have known I was there if you had left the mindlink open.” Yami pointed out. Prince just huffed, letting go of the mattress and moving to swim back toward the steps. The Pharaoh moved quickly though, ducking under the mattress and reaching out to grab Prince’s ankle, pulling him back. Furious, the hikari kicked at him, but quickly found his other ankle grabbed as well, the movement dunking him under again. This time, though, it was Yami who pulled him up, holding him gently while he coughed up his latest lungful of water.
“That one was your own fault.” The admonishment was met with another dark look, as Prince tried to wriggle free.
“Careful, you’ll pull us both under.” The Pharaoh warned, taking a few steps back to keep his balance. He was standing tiptoe, the water coming up to his neck, and decided to move a bit shallower before the smaller boy did manage to upset them. He stopped, though, when he could stand flatfoot, satisfied that Yugi wouldn’t be able to get enough traction to really pull away from him.
“Let me go.” The younger hissed, having given up his attempts at escape, for the moment, at least.
“Why would I do that?” Yami moved to kiss him lightly, jerking back in surprise when his reply was a bitten lip. He raised a hand to touch it, and Prince took the opportunity, pulling free and swimming to the edge of the water. Yami frowned after him.
“That again? Really, Aibou. You were agreeable enough earlier; what caused this change?”
“I remembered who I was.” Prince hissed, stepping up out of the water, quickly pulling a towel around himself to forestall any ideas his captor might have.
It was far too late for that, though, since Yami had been thinking such thoughts all day, and was now fully intent on seeing them through. Though, his plans weren’t going as smoothly as he could have hoped thus far, he reflected, watching as Yugi quickly dressed and headed toward the door to the living room. Shrugging, the spirit climbed out of the water himself, not bothering to redress as he followed after his slave. He would have his way, in the end. He was Pharaoh, after all, and no one denied him for long.
“Aibou?” The spirit paused, looking around the room. His captive was no where in sight, and he frowned slightly, considering. Yugi couldn’t have left the apartments, since, besides the two guards there, he had also locked the door. But they could, quite conceivably end up playing ring around the rosie through the three rooms all night if he wasn’t careful. So, moving back into the bathroom, he locked the door and closed it firmly, going through the bedroom.
Prince had gone straight through the living room back to the bedroom, planning exactly what Yami had thought he would. Admittedly, the Pharaoh seemed to be taking a long time to come around, but he had assumed that he was just checking any hiding spots. Having his back to the bathroom door, he was surprised the second time that night, this time by arms wrapping around his waist, lips nuzzling his neck. He responded a bit more gracefully this time, stomping down on the spirit’s foot, twisting away and taking a defensive posture as Yami recovered.
“Stop being difficult, Yugi. We both know you’re only causing yourself more trouble.” He sighed softly, looking a lot like a frustrated father for a moment. “You’ve been taken care of well, when you’ve settled down long enough.”
“A gilded cage.” Prince snapped back, not moving at all.
“Better that than a musty dungeon, or a slow, painful death at Marik’s hands.” That drew a shudder from the smaller boy. “Both of which you have long since earned. Were you not my Aibou, you would have found yourself treated much more harshly.”
“I don’t care. Why do you think I dyed my hair and grew it out. So I wouldn’t look like you. So I could try to forget that I was your willing partner once, that I released you.” Yami fell silent at that, the retort he had been about to utter dying on his lips. Had it come that far, that his little light was actually ashamed of what they were to each other.
“Yugi…” He murmured softly. Prince tilted his head, wondering what tactic the Game King had chosen this time. Yami just remained silent, though, for once at a loss about how to overcome this challenge. Challenge? When had his partner become that? When, exactly, had come the point where Yugi had turned against him. He wasn’t sure. They had drifted apart so quickly, but so smoothly, that he couldn’t name one occasion, until the last, when it had become obvious that they had lost the connection they had had. And even then, he had still been sure he could pull his partner back.
“It doesn’t have to be the cage you claim. If I could trust you…” Another frustrated sigh. Communicating used to be so simple between them, at times not needing words at all. Now… Words seemed so unable.
“You can trust me to be who I am.” Prince answered coolly, glancing around the room as if some escape would suddenly present itself. He could defend himself, he was sure, but he didn’t really like the idea of what punishment beating up the ruler of most of the world would earn him.
“I always could.” Yami answered, warm amusement colouring the tone. Prince turned his gaze back to him, curious. “You’ve always been ready to fight for what’s right, for what you believe in. You always trusted me, even when I made mistakes, and you always forgave me when those mistakes hurt you.” Yami moved closer as he spoke, and Prince found himself lulled by the warmth in his deep voice, by the reminder of what they had been.
“Forgive me and trust me now.” The Spirit murmured, reaching to pull him close again, and though Prince shivered, wanting to pull away again, that traitorous part of him was giving in again. Soft lips brushed his cheek lightly, and he felt his cheeks warmed as his body reacted, affected by the feelings the Spirit had forced upon his mind so many times. The same mind which now pointed out how long it had been since that last visit.
“Stop.” But it didn’t seem like his voice, too soft and hesitant, and when Yami hugged him tightly, he couldn’t find the strength to refuse.
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The sun was well up when Wolf awoke the next morning, finding himself lying in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets on Kaiba’s bed. For a few long moments, he wondered how he had got there, then for another, longer, while, he debated over what had happened the night before. It was all a blur, mostly, though he seemed to remember…
He tried to move then, hissing in pain, drawing the gaze of the brunet, who sat at the balcony where he could see him through the open door.
“It always hurts, at first. You’ll get used to it, in time.” Wait… He had… with Kaiba… Wolf suddenly felt sick.
:You were willing enough last night.:
:Stay out of my head!: Kaiba resisted the urge to wince, raising a hand to his temple. Once Jou figured out how to do something, he threw his whole force into it, and this, it seemed, was no exception.
“I was under that damned spell you cast.” He glanced around, noticing the Millennium Rod lying on the blankets close by. Careless, the blond thought, reaching for the talisman.
Just a few inches away, though, his hand suddenly stopped. It wasn’t pain or anything like that that caused the problem. The limb just seemed to be completely refusing to obey the commands he was sending it, like it was numb. He pulled it back, studying it in confusion. It behaved now, fingers wriggling when he commanded them to. Frowning, he reached out again, getting the same response, this time, though, he could feel amusement in the back of his mind. Amusement that certainly wasn’t his.
“What the fuck did you do now?” Wolf growled, getting up out of the bed. He made a face at the kilt he still wore, but ignored it then, stalking towards the open door, trying to ignore the pain flaring down his spine, pausing as he stepped into the living room, one apparently shared with Mokuba, as the teen was happily settled in front of the TV, playing some game. The living room, like the bedroom, was tastefully decorated, the furniture elegant but functional. A small kitchenette took up one corner, an open door next to it revealing the bathroom. Jou only gave it all a passing glance, though, moving right toward his goal, the door that led out of the suite. Just as he reached it, though, he stopped dead. It was the same feeling as had occurred in his hand, but on a larger scale now. Mokuba paused the game and turned to watch curiously.
:You don’t remember at all? Really, Pup, was it that good last night?: The brunet came out of the bedroom a moment later, moving to stand behind his straining slave, reaching to pull him back a few steps. Wolf whirled to attack, realised how close they were, and instantly started trying to push him away instead.
:Stop that!: The command actually did make Wolf stop, and Kaiba took the opportunity to kiss him.
‘Seto!” Mokuba protested, making a face. Wolf jerked back immediately, falling against the door. Apparently he could touch it all he wanted, as long as he didn’t intend to leave.
“Keep your damned lips off me, you perverted bastard.” He snapped.
“Only my lips?” The king countered.
“All of it, asshole. I’m not gay, and even if I was, I still wouldn’t want to fuck you!”
“Watch your language.”
“Yeah, because Mokuba hearing a few swearwords is worse than him seeing you trying to rape me.”
“You can’t rape a slave…” Mokuba cut in. Wolf turned to blink at him, shocked at the statement.
“You can.” Kaiba corrected. “It’s just not illegal now.”
“You’re all sick bastards.” The blond snapped, darting past the CEO, hesitating when he reached the bedroom door, wondering if it was safer to go in or stay where he was. Seto only smirked.
“Keep an eye on the dog, Mokuba. I have work to do.” He only waited for the younger brother’s agreeable nod before he left the suite, not bothering to lock the door at all. He didn’t need to, now.
******
Ryou woke to find himself alone in Bakura’s bed, though the thief had certainly been with him the night before. He shifted slightly, wincing as pain ran up his spine. Bakura had taken great pleasure in relieving his tensions, repeatedly, and though the hikari had enjoyed it well enough then, he was paying the price for the exercise now. He hadn’t been this sore since… Well, since the first few times, back when he was fourteen and Bakura had started inviting partners home to play with him. The buddies he had found hadn’t really cared that their ‘partner’ was underage, and, though Ryou had tried to explain to his yami that it wasn’t legal for fourteen year olds to have sex, the spirit had only replied that in his day Ryou would already have been partnered, if not married, probably with children on the way, and he should just shut up and enjoy the life experience. Of course, the spirit hadn’t had to suffer through said experiences, content to watch from the sidelines, only intervening the few times that he felt whoever he had invited was getting a little out of control. It didn’t happen that often. Bakura generally chose well.
And then there had been the toys, some homemade, some bought illegally, some stolen, probably. Bakura would bring them home when he was feeling playful, as ‘gifts’. The first few times Ryou had refused to use them. But, Bakura had some rather sadistic friends, as well, ones he could easily talk into a painful bdsm scene. Once Malik and Bakura had met up, it had become much easier for the yami to fulfil his desires, since there wasn’t any need for him to explain away the oddities.
And, of course, there was the soul room, where the spirit could take his own pleasure, even if it wasn’t really physical. Ryou had preferred that, most of the time, since it came without the after effects real sex did.
And then Bakura had become corporeal.
It became both better and worse for the fragile boy. On one hand, he didn’t have to worry about STDs. Bakura’s physical body was completely disease-free. He had even lost the scars that he had had back in the memory world. And Ryou didn’t have to be scared of him going too far when he was playing.
But Bakura could sate his desires much more easily, could employ the toys just the way he wanted to, could buy them legally. And he could dole out punishment when he saw fit.
Ryou had adjusted. It hadn’t been too hard, really. Once Yami’s war had begun, Bakura had generally been caught up in the Pharaoh’s conquests, and all the younger lookalike had had to do was shut up and stay nearby, obey whatever orders he was given and be available when the spirit wanted to play.
And then that battle-turned-rescue, where the small camp he had been left behind in had been attacked and he had met up with Wolf and Prince.
A year of running, of danger and hunger and uncomfortable situations. A year of making his own decisions, of not having to answer to anyone or worry about punishments.
And now he was back here again. There wouldn’t be a chance to escape this time, he was sure. No one would dare attack Yami’s headquarters.
But did he really want to escape?
The truth was, right at that moment, clean and warm and reasonably comfortable, he didn’t. He was quite content to stay where he was until Bakura returned, or sent someone for him.
Still, if Fox or Wolf had come through the door, he would have gone with them. Because they were his friends, and he knew his relationship with Bakura wasn’t really healthy.
But it wasn’t either of his friends who knocked quietly and entered then. It was a woman, large and dark-skinned. One Ryou knew well.
“Kande!” He exclaimed, sitting up. The African woman had been one of the first slaves Bakura had taken, and, though she made no secret of her dislike for the thief, she had instantly taken to Ryou, tending to act like she was his mother. It had been no surprise then, when Bakura had made her Ryou’s personal attendant.
“That idiot brother of yours sent me up with some breakfast.” She told Ryou. That was what everyone thought about all the yami and hikari, and if anyone thought to question why they all looked so exactly alike, they were smart enough to keep it to themselves. The small fib only made Kande disapprove of their relationship more, a fact she didn’t bother to hide, though she had ceased commenting openly upon it.
Kande moved to one of the wardrobes, picking a clean robe out for him, this one in a light green patterned material. There was a gold belt for around his waist, matching the collar, and slender gold chains, hung with small silver bells, for his wrists and ankles. They chimed lightly every time he moved. Harder to escape when everyone could hear you coming.
“Come along, now. After breakfast I’m to take you to the library and then down to the poolroom.” Bakura was obviously in a good mood, then, to allow him a morning spent reading beside the pool. On bad days, he had confined him to his room, or tent, whichever the case happened to be, or had made him follow him around, which wasn’t really so terrible, unless he decided he wanted the hikari to suck him off, something Ryou absolutely hated.
But there was no point in dwelling on things like that now, not when he could smell the food that waited in the sitting room, and had a whole morning to himself to look forward to.
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