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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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I did have plans to have this up earlier, but I woke up this morning to a power outage that lasted most of the day. I've been busy crocheting and knitting stuff this past week, too, for a craft show we had on Saturday and for my mom's craft store, which she hopes to have opened at the start of May.
And thanks, everyone. I've actually been hanging out more at AO3, lately, since as you pointed out, Anon, the quality over here has somewhat dropped. I personally haven't been much pleased since they split up all the archives, and you can't browse through them all at once anymore, plus that whole birthdate thing is really annoying. It should be automatically passed by if you're actually logged in...
But, here's the next one, anyway. And only a little over a week...
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Prince had escaped.
Well, he had managed to find his way out of the suite, at least.
Yami, well satisfied with the way the night had gone, had left him after breakfast, though not before seeing that he was dressed in the Pharaoh’s idea of proper garb, which consisted of a white silk robe, decorated at the hems and neck with gold thread and colourful semi-precious beads, and Egyptian style jewellery. Wide gold cuffs, engraved and bejewelled, encircled his wrists and ankles, and a belt of woven gold was closed securely around his waist, the clasp bearing the Pharaoh’s favourite symbol, a large ruby serving as the eye’s pupil.
The necklace was as large and heavy as all the rest, gold and rubies and sapphires… Even his ears had been decorated, ruby teardrops wrapped in gold wire hanging from the fresh piercings a servant had made.
Of course, as soon as the spirit had left, he had tried to rid himself of the heavy gold, first checking that the mindlink was closed. The necklace and belt came off easily enough, and while the earrings needed a bit of work, they, too, were soon set aside. The cuffs, though, were another matter entirely. While the ankle ones sprung open at a hidden catch, the wrist cuffs remained stubbornly shut. And they were too tight for him to try to get them over his hands.
Finally, after studying one intently for a while, he realised the problem. Close to the clasp, cleverly hidden in a swirl of engraving, was a thumb-lock. The other had a similar set-up, now that he knew what he was looking for.
There was no reason why the cuffs should have been locked, at least not one that would bode well for him. If Yami had just wanted to make sure he didn’t take the jewellery off, he would have had the locks built into all of it, so there had to be something special about the cuffs. With his luck, it was some sort of lock activator or something like that. Well, he’d deal with them later, if he could.
There had been painkillers for him along with breakfast, and they were quieting the pain he had felt upon waking, allowing him to move around in a generally normal fashion.
The French doors that led to the private garden were closed, but unlocked, today The walls outside, made of closely fitted bricks, were impossible to climb, but he did find another exit, presumably for the garden’s caretakers. It was locked, though, unsurprisingly.
An extended search of the suite produced a pair of bobby pins left behind by one of the woman, and Prince used the makeshift tools to get the door open, expecting any second to be caught. Finally, though, the lock clicked and the knob turned.
So, now he stood in the empty hall, turning to follow it away from the suite. At fist he sneaked along fearfully, but after awhile, he forced himself to relax, moving more normally down the hall. He did pass a few people, servants, but, although one or two gave him an odd look, none of them stopped him, as he had hoped. As long as he looked like he was supposed to be where he was, no one should pay attention, unless they knew otherwise.
He did have a little trouble getting out of what was apparently the Pharaoh’s wing and into the main area, since the only hallway had a pair of guards. He seemed to be lucky today, though, a maid accidentally knocking over a large vase. Prince took the opportunity to slip past, and, once out of sight again, hesitated. He could try to find Wolf and Fox or try to get himself out, and worry about them later.
Though it seemed selfish, he decided to go with the latter option. He had already been caught at one escape attempt, and wandering blindly around the place would only get him caught again.
Not that he was doing so great anyway, the hikari had to admit later, with a sigh. Every outside door he had found had guards. Guards that would surely know that the pharaoh’s new plaything shouldn’t be leaving unattended. None of the windows he had come across were openable, either, and breaking one would certainly call attention.
And staying unnoticed was getting harder, too. He had already had close calls with Malik and Marik, and it was a good thing he had just peeked around the corner instead of continuing around it, because there, in the middle of the hallway, was the one person he wanted to avoid the most. The pharaoh was speaking with Kaiba, both, luckily, with their backs to him. Quietly, he reversed his steps, backing down the hall to the last fork and going the other way.
“I smell a little mouse…” Prince froze at the voice, then broke into a run. Or tried to. He took two stumbling steps, then his legs failed him, and he collapsed to his knees.
Bakura leaned against an open door he had just passed, and Prince eyed him nervously, not liking the thief’s amused expression.
“And here I was thinking it would be a boring afternoon, what with Ryou being otherwise occupied...”
“What did you do?” Prince struggled against the control, but got nowhere. It wasn’t the same as Kaiba’s. He controlled the body, forcing it to move to his will. Bakura simply disabled the ability to move, as if he were paralysed.
“I haven’t done anything. Marik and Malik are keeping him quite satisfied at the moment. Ryou’s such a little slut…”
“He’s the victim of a sadistic rapist.” Prince shot back. The brown eyes narrowed.
“He doesn’t seem to mind.” The spirit eyed him a moment, thoughtfully.
“The shrimp thinks I’d be too rough with you. I think you could benefit from a little man-handling.” He moved into the hall, picking Prince up easily. “Give me a week, and I’d have you as well-trained as Ryou. You’d enjoy my attention well enough then.”
“Never.” The hikari hissed.
“Let’s see, shall we? You could call the Shrimp here, I suppose… I imagine he might even ‘rescue’ you. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t.” Prince was carried into the room and sat down at the edge of the desk there. A few stacks of paper were scattered onto the floor, but Bakura didn’t seem to care, stepping back and releasing his control. Prince didn’t have time to fight though, because Bakura wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him firmly, and brutally claimed his mouth.
Yami’s kisses were light, teasing, gentle. As per his nature, the Thief took what he wanted, demanded everything, refused to allow any denial. There was no doubt who was in charge here. The captive tried struggling, but his arms were pinned to his side, and Bakura was too strong to be pushed off easily.
Prince squealed into the kiss as a rough hand slipped under the robe, gripping him, stroking him firmly. Bakura released his mouth finally, and Prince gasped for breath.
“It’s a pity I don’t have anything down here to use on you… Maybe some time later I can show you some of Ryou’s favourite toys. For now, though…”
Prince was flipped over onto his stomach, the robe pushed up to expose his ass. He tried to struggle forward off the desk, but was pulled back into place, a few hard smacks drawing a yelp.
:Yami!: He pleaded. He knew he had the spirit’s attention immediately, but instead of the instant response he had expected, he got a moment of puzzled silence, a short, thoughtful pause, then a clear dismissal.
:Y-yami?:
:Take your punishment, Yugi, and be glad it’s not worse.: Then the mindlink was firmly closed on him.
Prince was broken from his shock by a slick finger pressed into him suddenly, quickly followed by a second. The spirit obviously had some sort of lube stored in his office, but the sudden intrusion still hurt, especially so soon after his first breeching. Still, a practiced movement and the gasp of pain turned into a shocked moan.
“Did you mewl like this for Atem last night?” Prince blushed and tried to wriggle away again, only to be jerked roughly back into place again.
“You’re beginning to irritate me, Hikari… I’m sure you know that’s not a good idea. Try it again and I’ll turn your ass red before I fuck it.” The slap this time was harder, and Prince jerked, knocking a pen jar to the floor. Bakura only glanced at it, crooking his fingers again, then reconsidered the spilled contents.
“No toys, but I can certainly improvise.” He murmured, letting Prince go for the moment to bend and pick up a wide rubber band. The smaller male immediately ran for the door, but he had just turned the knob when he was slammed up against the wood hard.
“That was a very bad idea, Yugi…” Bakura produced a pocketknife, and Prince closed his eyes and tensed up. It wasn’t him that was the blade’s target though, as the robe was quickly cut off him.
“If you’re a good boy from now on, I won’t parade you naked through the halls once I’m done with you.” His hands were held above his head, the bracelets pressed together, and he could sense the ring’s power again. An experimental tug showed that the pair had been fused together somehow, effectively chaining his hands.
“Now stay.” Bakura snapped, dragging him over and repositioning him across the desk, reaching to undo the heavy leather belt he wore. “You’ve earned yourself a beating. Ten strikes to begin, I think. For each time you try to get away, I’ll add two more. And be thankful I’m not wearing my studded belt today.” The leather fell heavily then and Prince jerked away with a yelp.
“Two more.” Bakura stated, repositioning him.
“No!” He jerked away again, kicking out this time, struggling to get free.
“An extra four for that. You don’t learn very quickly, do you?” This time his wrists were held in place while the belt was applied, three quick cracks. The thief released his wrists again, but this time he stayed put, though he still howled at each fall of the belt.
Sixteen strikes, and Bakura stepped back, leaving Prince sobbing into the wood of the desk.
“Ready to behave now, Hikari?” He asked, reaching to stroke the cherry red flesh lightly. Prince whimpered, and shifted a bit, but didn’t move.
“Good boy.” He murmured, reaching between the slave’s legs. The pain had caused him to soften, but a little teasing and he began to stiffen again.
“The key to training a good whore,” the thief commented, holding up the rubber band, “is making them eager for it, right from the start.” Prince eyed it tearfully, wondering what he was planning to do with it. The unspoken question was quickly answered though, Bakura stretching the band to fit down over the slave’s shaft.
“What…” Prince blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed at even asking the question. Bakura chuckled.
“Innocent, aren’t you? Think of it as a training device. I don’t want you finishing and done before I even get started, and I’d imagine you’d be even worse for it then Ryou.”
“Perhaps a little extra incentive, though…” He mused, coating his fingers in an oily-looking substance, thrusting them in deep again. “You come before I give you permission and I’ll give you another strapping. Before we try again…”
******
Ryou was exhausted. No, he was beyond exhausted. He was… he was too exhausted to come up with a good word for how exhausted he was. Even breathing seemed tiring.
He hurt, too. Even though the pain from earlier had faded, the rough handling had more than brought it back. The pair had doubled up on him at one point, much to his dismay. But neither was as thick as Bakura, though they were a bit longer, and, while the extra stretching had caused a fair amount of discomfort for him, he didn’t think it had caused any real damage. Malik had insisted that they did it all the time with other slaves.
:Awake, Tenshi? You’re not far from my office…: The command didn’t need to be voiced.
:Too tired…: He protested softly, closing his eyes again.
:Now, Ryou.: The yami sounded in a good mood, and Ryou considering protesting again, but finally, after a long moment, he forced himself to his feet, stumbling towards the door.
“Later, Ryou…” Malik muttered, waving a hand half-heartedly before cuddling back against his darker half. Ryou paused to pick up his discarded robe, pulling it on, and continuing out into the hall, following the feeling of Bakura’s mind to the spirit’s office.
The door was closed, and Ryou opened it hesitantly, peeking in, frowning slightly as he took in the scene. Bakura was sitting comfortably on the couch, nude, with Yugi, equally nude, stretched out at his feet, asleep.
Ryou felt a strong flash of jealousy at the scene, but a beckoning gesture from the spirit had him crossing the room, curling up against him with a muffled whine of pain.
“Jealous, Tenshi?” Bakura chuckled. “He’s not interested in taking your place. I imagine he’ll be quite happy to stay where he’s supposed to be, after today.” He stretched out a foot to nudge the small figure, and Yugi moaned softly. Ryou eyed him, noticing now that he had obviously been well-strapped as well.
There was a quiet knock on the door then, and Atem stepped in, taking in the scene with a faint frown.
“I expected you to show up at least an hour ago…” Bakura commented, not looking concerned at all.
“I was busy.” He looked like he wasn’t certain whether that had been a good idea or not.
“Your pet’s fine. He’s exhausted, and I doubt he’ll want to leave the bed for the next couple days, let alone the suite…” The thief smirked evilly. “I had fun though. He does learn well enough, when he has incentive. Give me a few more times with him and he might actually build up a bit of stamina.”
“You ruined his bracelets. Seto’s not going to be pleased either. Those chips are expensive.”
“You should have put it in his collar, like Ryou and the Priest’s dog.”
“He had earrings and other jewellery…”
“Not when he showed up here. All he had was the bracelets.” Atem looked even less pleased at that news, Ryou thought.
“You might find this useful.” The thief said suddenly, smirking and flicking a thick blue rubber band towards the Pharaoh. The ruler caught it easily, raising a brow curiously.
“It make a very useful cock ring. He doesn’t like it, but it is just his size. Until you find something better. Or not.” Atem considered, nodding after a moment. He gestured then and a male slave entered, bowing low to Bakura.
“Bring him.” He ordered, gesturing to Yugi. The slave obediently lifted the small form and followed the Pharaoh from the room.
“Send someone to clean up this mess.” Bakura called after them.
“You want him again?” Ryou asked, the jealousy back full force again. It was ridiculous, he knew, but there it was.
“I prefer a willing plaything to one that keeps trying to run away.” Bakura answered, stroking Ryou’s hair lightly. “Unless the squirt changes his tune a hell of a lot, you’ve nothing to worry about.”
Feeling mollified, Ryou settled down again, closing his eyes and enjoying the petting.
******
Wolf had all afternoon to brood.
He had only slept an hour or so after his blackout, enough time for the bastard to send Twila up to clean up the mess. The annoyed look she had cast him on her way back out had made him feel a little guilty. It wasn’t her fault…
But the guilt had faded fairly quickly after she had left. He had been able to blame his response earlier on Kaiba’s new control over him, but even now, although most of him felt dirty, and defiled, there was a small traitorous part of him that was actually eagerly hoping for more. Just the thought of the King’s touch was making him feel aroused again, even at the same time that he felt sick over it. And he would have loved to have blamed this on his captor as well, but it was too easy to tell that the King’s mind was on something other than him.
Well, he could deal with this. He just had to think about something normal. His old fantasies about Mai, perhaps…
He tried, repeatedly, but they always changed mid-scene, without him even noticing at first. Mai, the girls at school, hell, even a few he had come across in their flight across the world, but each time his mind would twist whoever it was into his hated enemy, and it would become Wolf who was on the receiving end.
With a snarl he jerked to his feet, or tried to, at least, because abused muscles protested the move insistently. It became more a stumble. The bastard had twisted his own thoughts against him somehow, had fouled his mind with that… whatever it was called. The forced response must have left some sort of after-image. That was the only explanation. Well, the only one he was willing to accept, at least.
The chain pulled taut and he glared at the golden ornament that held it in place. Obviously he knew full-well what the simple restraint meant. He was to stay where he had been put. He could easily pull the chain free without actually touching the dagger. Surely, though, if he did, there would be some sort of punishment.
Still, it wasn’t like that sort of thing had ever stopped him before, and so he only considered it a moment before jerking at the chain. He felt a thrill of nervousness when the rod thumped dully down onto the beanbag, but quickly quelled it. It was done now, and he couldn’t undo it, so he wouldn’t let himself regret it.
The first order of business, he decided, was a shower. Maybe if he could clean up the physical mess his thoughts would start straightening themselves out. So he limped into the bathroom, turning the water on to near-scalding, and stepped under, pushing the chain out of the way irritably.
For a few minutes he just stood there, silent, losing himself in the feel of the water pelting down on him. Then, shuddering suddenly, he reached for the soap and the scrubber, attacking his skin with an intensity that bordered on viciousness.
His skin reddened under the onslaught, but he still couldn’t erase the feeling that he was dirty, the feeling of his hands wandering over him, and still that little part of him welcomed it. He reached behind, intent on cleaning there as well, but he dropped the scrubber instead, feeling sick at even the thought of touching that part of himself.
Instead, he slipped down to his knees, kneeling in the water, not even really noticing when the hot water turned to cold.
******
Poor Wolf. But I figured of the three of them, he'd be the one to break the hardest, when he finally did break.
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