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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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Okay, I live, still. I have good excuses, really.
See, the title has two meanings, again. The first one will become obvious, halfway through the story, and the second has to do with RL. Two years ago, last November, my cat knocked my laptop off the ottoman it was sitting on, and did a spectacular job of irreversibly crashing my hard drive. I had very limited funds at the time (That was the same year my landlord had to cover my hydro bill through the winter so it didn't get cut off - electirc heat in Northern Ontario) so I didn't have the money to buy a new hard drive, even secondhand. Luckily, this isn't the first time I've had a drive go, so all my files were safe on an external drive, but with no computer, I didn't have any access to them. And my brother decided to buy me a non-external-connecting tablet for Christmas (Which I have since managed to break, without the cat's help; I don't do well with small droppable electronics) instead of, y'know, maybe a new hard drive...
Anyways, money became less tight, and I got ahold of a new, bigger, hard drive last August. By then, though, I had kind of forgotten about the folder of half-written stories on the external, until Anon put up his or her review there and reminded me. So, yay, Anon, I'm sure everyone else loves you right now, and here is your new chapter.
Warning: This chapter contains mention of bestiality. It is only mentioned in passing, but I'll put this notice up just so no one's blindsided and complains. It's at the end of this first bit.
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"Where’s Ryou.” Bakura had been enjoying a quick breakfast when the question came from behind him, Malik moving to sit next to him. After a moment, Marik dropped into the chair across the table.
“Sleeping in. He’s lost what little endurance he had…”
“Really? I’d figured he and the other two would have been together…” Malik mused. Marik snorted.
“That’s just because that’s what you would have done. You’re such a slut.” The tombkeeper just shrugged, not bothering to deny the charge. The blonds’ slaves, male and female, were chosen more for their ‘special’ abilities than for the regular requirements. They went through them fairly quickly, though; Marik had a tendency to accidentally kill them off.
“What’s the plan today?” The blond spirit asked Bakura. The Thief shrugged.
“The usual.” Bakura was generally in charge of the military side of things, like keeping the guard and the army supplied and trained and such. Which, admittedly, would have made him dangerous, had he decided to turn them against the other three. But then, the Pharaoh had the God Monsters on his side. And Kaiba had Set’s memories. The former CEO hated using his ancestors skills, Bakura knew, due to the generally amusing side-effects, but he was capable of it.
Causing trouble wasn’t worth the bother, he had decided early on. He had everything he had ever wanted, wealth, power, and a pretty face to warm his bed at night. All right, Ryou wasn’t quite the toy he had envisioned; his fantasies back then had been female, and, usually, more than one, but there was something very erotic about fucking someone who looked exactly like you. Narcissistic, too, but that was a trait he didn’t mind admitting. It wasn’t like he was the only one.
“And what are you two going to be up to?” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to know, but forewarned was forearmed.
“Haven’t decided yet.” Malik answered, yawning and waving at a slave to fetch him some food. The woman started, staring at them a moment, uncertainly. She paled when Marik turned his gaze onto her as well.
“Breakfast, you stupid twit.” He snapped, and the slave turned and fairly fled into the kitchen.
“Obviously new.” Malik mused. “I didn’t think we had gotten any in recently.”
“Maybe we should try her out.” Marik answered, smirking evilly. Malik considered, eyeing the woman as she returned a few minutes later with the food. Bakura just snorted, standing, finished with his own meal. What they did with the new slaves wasn’t his concern. If it wasn’t that one, it would be another.
The ‘usual’ turned out to be not so much. Someone, it seemed, had ‘found’ a crate of some sort of booze, and half the men were hung over, in no shape for drills. Bakura had considered making them do it anyway, but then had just given them the day off to recover, deciding instead to spend the day with Ryou.
That didn’t work out either, though, as one thing after another demanded his attention. First Kaiba had tracked him down, demanding that he get to the paperwork that had been piling up, which had resulted in a spectacular argument. Such was generally normal for them, though, so it hadn’t really drawn much attention. So his morning had been spent looking over reports and requests and all the other irritating things that he ignored as much as possible. It did lead him to notice the interesting fact that one of the captains was ordering a large number of new weapons. Weapons Bakura was fairly sure weren’t needed, and which, he suspected, would never make it into the army’s hands. He would have to check that out.
Then, just when he had thought he might be in the clear, Marik and Malik showed up to pester him again about borrowing Ryou, followed by a servant with yet more reports. This time, the spirit wanted to introduce Ryou to the dogs. Bakura rolled his eyes. Marik was of the opinion that his hunting dogs had needs too that had to be met on a regular basis. The thief was more inclined to believe that Marik just liked watching the beasts violate whatever poor slave he had singled out. Although, the animals were surprisingly gentle with whoever their ‘bitch’ happened to be, and the slaves generally survived without too much physical damage. A few had even, seemingly, enjoyed it, actually actively soliciting the attention. It took all kinds, Bakura supposed. He doubted Ryou would have liked it, though. Not on a mental level, at least.
“Fine.” He snapped finally. “He’s in the poolroom. No sharp instruments, and no, you are not taking him down to the kennels.” Marik positively beamed, and Malik looked worryingly pleased as well.
“You had better not hurt him or I’ll take it out of both your hides.” He warned. Both nodded their agreement before leaving the room. Bakura glared at the piles on his desk, wondering if Kaiba would believe a claim of spontaneous combustion.
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Wolf was bored.
Those three words were never a good thing, but especially not when he was trapped in the suite of his enemy/captor/soulmate… Oh hell, he didn’t know what he was, anymore. Things were far simpler back in high school. Kaiba insulted him, he got pissed off, the two fought or duelled or whatever, then they both went their separate ways until the next time.
He tried to find ways to amuse himself, exploring the rooms, peeking in drawers and cupboards, and wherever else caught his attention. He found out a few interesting things, such as the fact that Kaiba had a large pink stuffed rabbit in the back of his closet, a fact that the blond would have to bring up at some more embarrassing moment, and he managed to find a proper pair of jeans, which he quickly put on instead of the stupid skirt. The legs were too long, and had to be folded up, but they were still better than his previous outfit.
Eventually, though, he ran out of things to look through.
So he pestered Mokuba a while, offering advice on his gaming strategies until the teen threatened to tie him out on the balcony again. He couldn’t have done it, of course, although he was a bit stockier than his brother. At least that was what Wolf told himself, but decided it would just cause trouble and wasn’t worth it…
After that, he went back to trying to find a way around the commands Kaiba had given him. It was pointless, of course. No matter how he approached the door, he was always halted only a foot or so away. Just that little bit of space stood between him and freedom. It was infuriating.
Worse, the one time he decided to go and check if he couldn’t find some way off the balcony with some knotted sheets or something, the compulsion refused to let him go out there, too.
And, the entire time, he could feel a vague irritation in the back of his mind. It fed his own, and eventually resulted in him entirely tearing the bastard’s room apart.
“Seto’s going to tear you a new one.” Mokuba pointed out when he entered the room, once it had quieted down. Wolf, lying on his back on the floor in the middle of the mess, just shrugged. The flurry of destruction had actually made him feel much better, for the moment.
And the irritation in the back of his mind was gone as well, replaced with what Wolf would almost term amusement.
Amusement that ended quite abruptly a moment after Wolf heard the suite’s door open. The bedroom door was open, and it wasn’t hard for one to notice the chaos that was the room before.
“Dog…” The CEO stood in the doorway, radiating fury as he studied the formerly tidy room. Mokuba quickly moved out of his brother’s line of sight, but Kaiba’s attention was fully on Wolf.
“I got bored.” The blond said with a careless shrug. Kaiba gave him a look, now fully able to read the thread of apprehension that ran behind the supposed fearlessness.
“And of course, this is the type of thing animals do when they are bored…” He replied, looking around the room distastefully. He should have known better than to leave him loose, he supposed. “Well, now that you have made the mess, you shall clean it up.”
“Don’t feel like it.” Wolf snapped, eyeing the taller man. He was talking in that odd way he had before, again. The Priest just cast a meaningful glance at the rod, still sitting, untouched, on the bedside table, not missing the way his slave’s anxiety level rose. The expression on Wolf’s face when he looked back, though, was anger.
Interesting, the ruler thought to himself, stepping forward. The blond moved, finally, quickly climbing to his feet and moving back to keep the space between them.
“Come here.” Kaiba ordered. Wolf only sneered at him.
“So you can molest me again? Not damned likely. I’m not letting you anywhere near me.”
“You keep assuming you have a choice in the matter.” The brunet snapped, continuing to move forward, backing his captive into a corner of the room.
As before, as soon as Wolf realised he was being cornered again, he lashed out, which much the same results. Kaiba simply dodged it, letting the slave’s momentum carry him past, reaching out a foot to trip him up. Before he could get back to his feet, the King had him pinned to the floor, one arm twisted up behind his back again, straddling his hips. Wolf was really starting to hate this position, especially since he knew where it would lead next.
“I do not need the rod to control you, Dog. I have been handling recalcitrant slaves far worse than you-” The end of the sentence was bit off with a hiss of annoyance.
“Get off, Bastard.” He snapped, trying to buck him off, stopping again as the mind connected to his felt a flash of lust. “K-Kaiba…”
“Set.” The man corrected, then made an irritated noise again. “Seto.” He repeated firmly. Wolf wished he would decide which he was going to be. Actually, considering their track record with the Egyptians, having the bastard revert to full priest probably wasn’t a good idea.
“It seems, in either case, that you still need a reminder of who is in charge. Mokuba!”
The teenager appeared reasonably quickly, not even blinking at the items his older brother requested, only going to fetch them. Wolf struggled, still, but even he would admit it was futile. Kaiba was heavier than he looked, and, since the Priest had captured the other arm too, holding them both firmly, he had no leverage, having to settle for a steady stream of threats and curses.
And soon, with Mokuba’s help, Kaiba had his arms tightly tied, wrist to elbow, giving him no chance at getting the knots undone. The position was rather uncomfortable, actually, forcing him to keep his shoulders pulled back. A ball gag was tied firmly between his teeth, preventing anything more than furious snarls from passing.
“This is your own doing.” Kaiba reminded him, pulling him up to his knees, holding him loosely from behind. “And I do not believe I gave you permission to wear my clothing...” He reached down, releasing the clasp, ignoring the squeal of furious mortification the blond made.
:Get off me!: The demand was ignored, the brunet trailing light fingers back to slide the pants down over his hips. Wolf kicked out suddenly, actually managing to pull away, tumbling over onto his back. Before he could try to get back to his feet, though, the Priest had him pinned again.
:Your little vision is becoming much more interesting.: Wolf stopped, paling, except for the spots of red that appeared in his cheeks. His thoughts were a mix of fear and embarrassment.
“The whole costume is a bit cumbersome, but I’m sure I could find a pair of puppy ears and a tail.” The smirk that crossed the fine features seemed positively evil. “Perhaps even one of the plug-types.”
:Plug?: He wasn’t sure what that was, but, knowing Kaiba, it couldn’t be good. Despite himself, though, he was just a bit curious.
“The end goes right in… here…” A finger slipped under the lowered pants, pressing just enough against his opening to be felt. Wolf squealed and kicked out again, managing to slide himself back a foot or so. Unfortunately, the pants stayed in his tormentor’s grip, and he found himself now bare to his knees. He didn’t fuss over it for the moment, though, managing to clamber to his feet, abandoning the covering.
Mokuba had apparently closed the bedroom door when he had left, since the barrier stood between him and escape, impossible to open, tied as he as. The balcony door, as well, was closed, not that it would have offered much help. The bathroom, while available, would have been an equally futile escape.
Kaiba merely stood, folding the abandoned pants and setting them on a chair, eyeing him interestedly, starting to undress himself. The blond’s blush deepened as each piece of clothing was neatly set aside. He backed up until he felt the bed behind his legs.
“Sit, Pup.” Kaiba ordered, moving to push Wolf back onto the bed, leaning over him again.
“Last time was a bit confusing. I’ll have to make sure to do it properly this time.” The words were punctuated with a nip on the neck, and Wolf wriggled back, his attempts only giving Kaiba more room to settle between his legs.
:Don’t! Fucking bastard!: Kaiba just smirked at the statement.
“Not quite yet, but I’m getting there.” He did something mentally then, he wasn’t quite sure what, something that came more from Set than him.
Wolf squealed in surprise, arching his back and gasping around the gag as his mind suddenly decided to claim that he was being stroked erotically with soft feathers. The brunet frowned, considering, then repeated it, drawing a low moan.
“Interesting.” He murmured, playing with his new trick, enjoying the way his captive writhed.
:Seto!: There was pleading in the tone this time, completely different from before.
:Singing a different tune now, I see.: But he did relent, reaching to release the gag, setting it aside and bending to capture the blond’s lips, dry and a little chapped. The quality soaps and shampoos had softened and smoothed his skin and hair, but Jou wasn’t the type to use such a girly thing as chapstick.
“I’m not gay.” The statement seemed more a denial to himself than the last time he had stated it, and Kaiba ignored it, trailing his hands lightly down Jou’s side, producing a soft gasp and a light shiver.
“Are you picturing a girl then, now?” He asked, trailing his tongue over the shell of his slave’s left ear, sucking lightly on the lobe then, using the mindlink to intensify the feelings.
:Perhaps that blonde woman? I could call her up to watch.: He wouldn’t have, it didn’t appeal to him, but let the mutt think that. :Atemu doesn’t use her, I’m sure she would enjoy the show.:
:Mai? He hasn’t…: The thought was interrupted by a hiss of pleasure as Kaiba nipped at a spot just below the ear. He focused his attack there for a moment, nibbling and sucking, creating a rather obviously hickey.
:He hasn’t touched her. I think she’s actually a little upset over it. It must have been because of you. She’s pretty enough, and I’m sure she would know what she was doing.: Wolf felt a flash of anger at the wording, but he had to admit Kaiba was probably right. He wouldn’t have thought he’d be interested enough to notice, though. The thought brought a chuckle from the Priest.
“I’ve been with women, Pup. A number of them. None of them worth keeping around, of course… They all only have one thing on their minds when they see me.” He reached to tease the staff that now rose, fully hardened, from the blond curls. “It’s you that interests me, not what gender you are.”
“You’re a…” Another gasp, and an odd little shiver/twist. “Twisted…. Fuck!” Kaiba smirked, and continued experimenting. Jou writhed, arching his back and moaning softly. If the brunet hadn’t been aroused before, watching the blond’s semi-unwilling display certainly would have done it. But he was overdoing it a bit, noticing that the pup was almost on the edge already.
“Not yet.” He murmured, trying another trick, quite satisfied when Jou shuddered and made an unhappy noise, his mind entirely convinced that he had a cock ring wrapped tightly around his shaft.
“I’m not nearly finished with you…” The King moved off the bed and over to his dresser, taking a tube of lube from it and returning to the bed, feeling a twinge of annoyance at noting that the blond had rolled up onto his knees, attempting escape again. It was interrupted by a hard mental slap on the ass.
“This way is fine too. I suppose a mutt would prefer the dog position…” He taunted, resuming his place behind him, reaching to tease him lightly.
Wolf half-snarled, half gasped. Part of him was furious at being played around with like this, especially by Kaiba, and the other part… Well, it just wanted more to come. That damned mind trick was making him feel like there were hands all over him, petting, stroking, teasing… He was so hard it hurt, but, though he knew that there was nothing physically stopping him, the brunet had him entirely under his control. Which only made the first part of him angrier. He was so distracted he wasn’t even really noticing the taunts, now.
And then there were fingers pressing into him, real ones, he was sure, stretching him wide, brushing up purposefully against whatever it was that was making him see stars… Alright, so now he could understand what made homosexuals like this, but that didn’t mean he was gay, right? He wasn’t being given a choice in the matter.
And the feeling of loss when the fingers were removed, well, that must be the CEO’s doing too, surely. It couldn’t be his own mind already anticipating what he knew was coming, not him that welcomed the thick fullness that buried itself into him. Even the pain from the quick entrance was welcomed, in an odd way, and he found himself pushing back, wanting more. It had to be that spell…
“You’re an eager bitch now, aren’t you.” Kaiba hissed, but Jou didn’t rise to the bait, just wriggling his hips and uttering a rather dog-like whine. The Priest smirked and gave him what he obviously wanted, pulling back and pounding into him hard, enjoying the way the tight passage clenched around him. Jou wasn’t fighting him now, pressing back eagerly into the thrusts, gasping and moaning. Kaiba had generally gone about sex with the same determination and iron self-control he used for everything else, but already he could feel himself getting close. Having to hold the blond back was costing him some concentration. Something had to give.
And something did, as Jou gave a jerk, trying instinctively to get his arms free. His captor lost control of both himself and his partner, and Jou let out a last low moan, muscles clasping tightly around the brunet’s shaft as he came, hard, leaving the Priest to give a few more thrusts and spend himself in the blond.
Kaiba leaned over his slave, breathing hard, noticing after a moment the stillness. A quick check, though, showed that Jou had just blacked out, and was now, apparently, sleeping. Just like the mutt, he reflected, pulling out and stretching out beside him, reaching for the ropes that held his arms. A few quick tugs and the knots, tied for quick release, came loose.
There were red marks on the skin underneath, and a bit of bruising from how hard Jou had pulled against his bindings, but nothing worse than that. Nothing that would last.
He would have liked to have stayed, to relax a bit and then wake his pet for another, presumably more willing, round, but there were still things to be done. He had to check the orders for the kitchen, and try to figure out where last week’s food delivery had gone astray, since it hadn’t reached its intended destination.
Considering the mess that the morning had produced, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to leave the mutt loose for the afternoon. Still, he couldn’t tie him out on the balcony, since the dark sky promised rain, and the ruler was sure he’d just sit out and get soaked, again.
There were other alternatives, though. So, after cleaning up, Kaiba fetched a bean bag chair he had bought Mokuba a few years before, dropping it into a handy corner in the living room, and laid his still sleeping slave on it. Nor did the blond wake when his collar was locked back around his throat and the chain clipped onto it.
Unfortunately, there was nothing to hold the other end of the chain. Kaiba frowned at the last link thoughtfully, then smirked as he got an idea, going back to the bedroom and returning with the rod. The hidden blade fit easily through the link, and the King buried it to the hilt in the dirt of a fake potted plant
It wouldn’t hold if it was tugged on hard, but the point was made. Jou couldn’t touch the blade, so he couldn’t go wandering and then try to put it back when he sensed his Master returning.
And if the rod was pulled out when he got back… Well, no dog became well behaved without at least a few punishments. And he had been rather lax in that area, lately.
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Ryou was sleeping when Marik and Malik slipped into the poolroom, stretched out on a lounge chair, an open book face down on his chest. Malik paused to watch him a moment, enjoying the view. Marik, though, had other ideas, creeping closer.
Apparently, though, his time on the run had made the pale boy more aware of his surroundings, because the chocolate eyes opened before the spirit had gotten closer than three or four feet. He tensed, then rolled out of the chair, putting it between him and Marik, the book dropped carelessly.
“Bakura said we could have some fun.” Malik informed him, as his dark half stalked around the chair. Ryou circled around as well, trying to keep an eye on both of them at the same time.
:‘Kura?: He sent, a tone of nervousness in the word.
:They can have you, if they can catch you. No climbing, and no hitting.: Ryou swallowed uncertainly, glancing around. That didn’t leave him much choice, though he supposed it could have been worse. Bakura could have refused to give him any sort of an out…
“He said you have to catch me first.” He informed the pair, backing off. The two exchanged looks, obviously conversing with each other, then Malik shrugged.
“Makes it a little more fun, I suppose. You have to submit willingly when we catch you, though. You stay in the building, on this level, and no locking doors.” A smirk crossed his features. “And keep those pretty bells on.”
Ryou didn’t like the whole idea, but he knew better than to argue, after Bakura had given his word straight out. He’d most likely end up in the same place in the end anyway, but probably with a lot more pain on the way along.
“We’ll even give you a head start.” Malik added. “Ten count. One… Two… Three…”
Ryou didn’t wait for him to make it to four, darting past the pair towards the door, half expecting Marik, who was already grinning evilly, to grab him. But the spirit didn’t, and he got out the door, glancing around worriedly before turning left and running. He didn’t worry about making noise at the moment, only wanting to get as much space between them as possible.
The main floor of the building was fairly busy, with servants and messengers and visitors wandering from room to room. A few people stopped to give him odd looks as he passed them, but most only shook their heads amusedly, and Ryou even caught a few comments about the twins having chosen a very pretty slave to hunt this time.
So this wasn’t anything unusual for them, then, Ryou reflected, slowing now, slipping from room to hall to room, trying to be as quiet as possible. He was actually a lot calmer than he would have thought, the Fox’s instincts kicking in. He discarded one hiding place after another, pausing a moment to eye a nice looking spot up on a statue in one of the larger rooms. Bakura had forbidden climbing, though. Better not to press his luck, he decided, moving on, turning a corner and yelping as he nearly ran into Kaiba and the Pharaoh.
“Ryou.” Atem frowned at him lightly. “Does Bakura know you’re running about?”
“Yes...” He said simply, stepping back and glancing back down the hall. Was that Marik’s voice?
“Perhaps we should take you to him…”
“He’s in the system, Atem, it’s not like he could leave anyway.” Kaiba looked up from the papers he had held. “Marik and Malik are looking around the ballroom. The thief probably offered him up to keep them occupied.” System? Ryou wondered.
“What system?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.” The Pharaoh answered, then pointed the way Ryou had been going. “If you keep in that direction, you’ll run right into them.”
“I think that’s cheating.” Kaiba commented.
“Do you really care?”
“No, not really. I’ll need to double the guard on the next order…”
“And still no sign of the last delivery?”
Ryou took a few steps back, then turned and went back the way he had come. He really needed to find someplace to hide, but the conversation between the two rulers was distracting him now. What system had Kaiba been talking about, and what was the delivery that had gone missing? Something the rebellion had gotten to?
“Ryou… Here, Bunny, Bunny…” Ryou froze, staring around and darting into the closest room, squeaking as a pair of arms reached out and wrapped around him.
“I caught a bunny.” Marik whispered, trailing his tongue up the shell of Ryou’s ear. Ryou jerked instinctively, but then fell still, feeling embarrassed by his own stupidity. Of course the call had been a trick.
“Shouldn’t that be ‘we caught a fox’?” Malik corrected as he entered the small waiting room, closing the door behind him.
“We would have caught you sooner if those two hadn’t interfered.” The other hikari kissed Ryou deeply, pressing him back against Marik. The yami, in turn, bit his ear and Ryou opened his mouth in a gasp, which Malik took full advantage of. Ryou pulled his head away finally, panting for breath, but Malik just shifted his focus to the pale skin presented to him.
“Strip, Bunny.” Marik ordered, stepping back to give him room. Ryou blushed, but obeyed the command, reluctantly. He had agreed, after all.
As soon as the robe was over his head, the pair had him blindfolded, tied, and already half-aroused. Ryou had the feeling it was going to be a long afternoon.
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No, I'm not quite sure what's up with the pink bunny, it just seemed funny at the time. I don't really like how Kaiba came out in this chapter, actually. He just seems a little off, to me. Dunno. I should probably go binge-watch or something.
Anyway, I have a rough idea of where the next part of the story is going to go (Watch out, thar be plot ahead - Thar be plot currently, actually, if you caught it) so I'm going to try for a weekly update, at least for the next while. No promises, but the laptop is docked and out of cat-reach, and I was given a P3 desktop mid-winter that I keep for backup, (Yes, my computer addiction is back in full force, thank you) so there's that, at least.
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