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Royalty	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Author: Wow�I was writing this on my palmtop so it doesn�t display
how many pages I�ve written�so I realized I had 2 chapters finished�eheheh
Ryou: You are really really working hard at this one aren�t you?
Author: I�m trying�
Ryou: Darn�
Bakura: At least she�s not updating her other fic yet�
Author: Don�t get your hopes up
Bakura: ><;;;

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When the sun began to slip over the horizon, Barobh began to pack
the slaves up.
Seto was taking his evening rounds in the city when he noticed the
group of young males boarding the wagon. Strolling over he eyed them. The
bearded man, who was obviously the master, stopped his work and watched him,
"You interested my lord? They are good quality slaves."
"I'll see about that." Indeed the slaves seemed to be
healthy, better fed than most slaves, but they weren't suited for the purposes
he wanted one for.
Then a flash of white caught his eye; turning he spotted a ragged
teen beauty, his chocolate eyes gazing darkly out of his mess of white hair,
his porcelain skin stained from mud and sand. Obviously the youth was trying
desperately to hide his very attractive features, but they could not fool the
high priest. "That one."
He saw the boy's eyes widen in surprise as he looked around to see
if he was pointing at someone else instead. He shrunk as Seto marched up to him
and grabbed his chin roughly, "Yes, he will do very well."
Ryou's eyes widened in fear as the man paid Barobh,
at least 100 times he was worth. The slave trader was absolutely delighted, he
has made far more than he would in half a year. "Good luck to you boy,
let's hope they don't rough you up too much," he said, chuckling as he
unchained Ryou from the pack. He felt a new leash being tied to the ring on his
collar and with a painful jerk, he was being led off.
Seto could feel the reluctance in the slave boy's steps as he
dragged him through the marketplace, "What's your name boy?"
"R-Ryou," the boy stammered.
"Very pretty. You thought you could hide your
beauty from people with just some dirt? Ha! Takes more than
just a bit of grit to fool me!"
Ryou shrunk further back from his leash.
"Damn it!" With impatience Seto yanked hard on the rope;
with a small cry Ryou flew forward and landed on the rough floor. Tears sprang
to his eyes as the skin on his knees split. "Get up! And start walking
faster!"
Struggling to get up, Ryou quietly followed his new master,
crystalline tears falling from his eyes as he was led on, until he came face to
face with a large stone gate. Guards rushed to open the doors for the high
priest. They boy gasped when he saw what was beyond the barrier, "T-The
palace!"
"Yes," Seto said smugly, "This is where you'll be
spending the rest of your days..."

Ryou was pulled to the bathroom where two attendants waited for
him, "I want you out when the last grains of this hourglass are
still," Seto said before turning over the large teller of time. He then
exited.
"You must be the new slave," the younger looking
attendant said, "I'm Malik." The hands were warm when Ryou touched
them in greeting. The young man looked no older than he was, possibly by one
year; he was a rich tan colour, with hair as gold as the sun that he probably
bleached it in; golden jewelry adorned his neck and wrists that complimented
his creamy skin.
"I'm Ryou," the pale boy responded softly, feeling
ashamed of his appearance compared to the clean, beautiful Egyptian teens in
spotless white.
"I'm Marik, his brother," the older looking one reached
out his hands, there were more finely weathered and calloused than those of his
younger brother, but warm just the same. He looked almost like his sibling, the
same perfect skin, the fine toned muscles and his violet eyes, but they looked
harder and more solemn, as if he's seen things that his brother is ignorant to,
and his bleached hair was extremely wild.
Ryou gazed back and forth between the two sculpture perfect boys
in admiration, "You two are..." he stumbled over his words in
embarrassment.
"Beautiful?" Malik laughed, "We get told that a
lot."
"Especially from...our master," Marik said.
Malik's laughter died at his brother's comment, and Ryou
questioned, "Master? You two are...are... slaves? But you two are
so...tidy."
"Seto-sama...likes us clean, so he can get the pleasure of
making us dirty," Malik said softly, "and he likes to show us
off." He looked sad for a moment before breaking into a smile, "Well,
let's clean you up!" Reaching out he easily slid the rags off Ryou.
Squealing in embarrassment the boy flushed, his skin turning pink
as he scooted away from the two teenagers.
"Relax," Malik held out his hand towards Ryou, "I'm
not going to do anything to you; we're just here to give you a hand.�
Covering his private parts the more slender male edged out and
took the offered hand. Malik led him to the luxurious bath of magnificent
marble edged with a waterfall and exotic plants blooming from around the rim of
the pool.
"Waaaa...." Ryou's mouth gaped in wonder at the
beautiful bath, "I've never seen anything like this before."
"I think only the Pharaoh would have something so
fancy," still holding Ryou's hand to keep him balanced, the smaller boy
stepped into the warm water, steaming with sweet aromas.
Marik approached him with a cloth, "Stop tensing up boy, it's
not like we're going to rape you or something."
"I know," Ryou said timidly, "I just always bathed
alone."
Marik's brother poured a bucket of water over his head,
"Well, you don't have to worry. We're going to be your friends," he
said cheerfully.
Underneath the rush of water the pale boy smiled.
The older Egyptian lathered soap onto Ryou's smooth back while
Malik worked on his hair. The young tanned boy was amazed at the gleaming
silvery-white that shone through the dirt as he washed it off. When Ryou wasn't
watching, eyes closed from the water running over his face, Marik slipped off
his garment and stepped into the bath with him. Reaching up with his now soaked
cloth he rubbed the soap off the delicate boy's back, taking the caked mud with
it. Then his hands slid past Ryou's waist and proceeded to cleansing his legs.
Ryou gasped, choking on water as it entered his mouth, as he
realized that one of the Egyptian brothers was right next to him, stark naked,
and cleaning him. He blushed, a shade of pink spreading over his features as
Marik dived underwater and began to work up from his feet.
"Pretty hair, I've never seen such white hair before,"
Malik held up a lock of the silvery hair to examine, "it's looks so much
better clean."
Ryou turned yet another shade of pink from flattery and was about
to express his gratitude when he suddenly cried out.
Malik burst into laughter when he realized what was going on. His
brother's head broke through the surface of the aqua water, his hands still
below the surface, fondling Ryou's genitals.
"Marik!" Ryou tried to pull away but the
male's younger brother simply took him by the arms and heaved him out of the
water to sit on the edge, still restraining him.
Marik quickly pushed Ryou's legs open and stood in between to
prevent the boy from closing them. "Calm down," Marik's fingers were rubbing
along Ryou's sensitive groin, "You've been dirty for so long; if I don't
clean this area you will get infected."
"I can clean myself," Ryou squeaked, squirming in
Malik's grasp.
"No you can't," Marik rubbed soap onto the soft organs,
"you have been leaving grit where you shouldn't." The young man made
quick of his work, fingering the velvety skin he scrubbed the soap off. Ryou
had his eyes squeezed shut, still squirming and his legs trembling from the
intimate contact. Rinsing the soap foam off with handfuls of water, he then
slid his hand past the boy's perineum and began to finger his entry, his one
finger stroking the tight opening.
Ryou trembled, his body beginning to become aroused he wrapped his
legs around Marik's waist.
Malik gazed with questioning at his elder brother, but the wild
haired Egyptian showed little interest about the situation, quickly cleaning
the area and pulled away, leaving the confused boy. Malik lifted Ryou up and
led him over to be dried, "So do you know who you're serving yet?"
Ryou shook his head, "I was just dragged off today and now
here I am." As he squeezed excess water from his hair he asked, "How
can you and your brother be so content being a slave? I mean..." he looked
down, unable to keep eye contact, "I hate it."
"We are not content," Malik drifted off as he spoke,
"but I know that my brother and I are better off than many others out
there, even though we are...pleasure slaves. Besides," he smiled as he
continued, "There's someone I love here, my brother as well, and we're
waiting for a day to come when we can run away together," he ended with a
winsome smile, lost in his dreams.
Ryou was amazed. Despite his dreary life in slavery, the two
brothers have found an optimistic side where they can hang onto happiness and
dreams, his admiration grew for the Egyptian boys.
"Malik, stop talking like that and snap back to reality. Such
wishes never come true, and you know that," Marik sounded really upset by
Malik's speech; obviously he held different views on his life as a slave.
"But Marik, it's going to happen! Someday you and Bak-"
"For Ra's sake just shut your trap!" the older brother's
eyes seemed to go blankly psychotic for a moment before the small glimmer of
life he once had in his eyes returned.
Tears stung Malik's eyes and he quickly finished dressing Ryou
before rushing out.
Ryou was unsure of what to say or do and the tension in the
atmosphere between him and Marik was mounting. He stood quietly, hoping the
Marik would give him some instructions.
He heard a choked sigh come from the tanned boy's lips before
speaking, "I'll take you to your chamber."
The small pale boy looked around in amazement at the intricately
decorated halls, taking in every single bit of beauty that it displayed. Never
in his wretched life had he seen something so... royal. He felt more like a
prince than a slave at the present moment. They stopped in front of a dark
stone door.
With a grunt Marik pulled them open, "This is your chamber,
you can't leave it before sunrise and after sunset." Ryou gaped at the
vastness of the place. A welcoming bed of the richest silk and thick, soft
covers awaited him. The carpet was concentrated with the finest fibers that
gently brushed his feet as he walked on it; the room seemed to glow with
warmth. "Waaaa...." Ryou said again as he felt the carpet with his
toes, "This is the most beautiful place I've ever been in; this is a
dream!"
"You'll face reality again tomorrow," Marik said flatly.
The fact that he was still a slave crashed down upon Ryou and he
shuddered in spite of himself, "Please...don't say it like that." He
wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly feeling cold. He felt the warmth of
Marik's body engulf him as the tanned boy's strong arms slid around his
delicate frame.
"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry," Marik's voice
sounded pained, in sorrow.
"No, I know it's not your fault. You just don't want me to
bring my hopes too high, and I know it's for my own good."
"I'm worried about you," Marik turned Ryou to face him.
With his beautiful long fingers he stroked the youth's soft white hair,
"you're so young, and so beautiful; you don't deserve a life like
this."
"But nor do you..." Marik placed a finger onto his lips
to prevent further words. With a sigh the wild haired teen buried his face into
the Ryou's hair, inhaling the sweet fragrance for comfort.
"I may be beautiful in appearance, my soul has been marred
beyond repair, but you aren't," he nuzzled the silky strands, "Please
promise me something; until the day you can be freed, listen to whoever you
serve, please..." Ryou could feel his head becoming wet with tears as
Marik broke down. Gingerly he hugged the older boy. "Bakura...my
lover...he looks almost exactly like you," raising his head Marik looked
down at Ryou, and began to trace his face with his hands, "He's older,
maybe about as old as I am, but his eyes don't hold that same sparkle yours do.
His are darker, more mysterious, to show the years of pain he has been through,
but he was very handsome...very..." he choked as he continued, "He was
the Pharaoh's pleasure slave, but Bakura... he's a free wild spirit...and
rebelled. He fought against all the Pharaoh�s advancements...and one day,
accidentally split his head open." He was beginning to tremble as he spoke
and Ryou could do nothing but cuddle against him, hoping to offer some sort of
comfort.
"He was enraged, the Pharaoh...it took the healer a long time
to stem the bleeding on his head�now Bakura...Bakura..." Marik's legs
failed to support him anymore and he crumbled to the ground, pulling Ryou
along.
The smaller boy wanted to cry; he didn't know what happened to
Marik's lover but watching his new friend in such agony broke his heart. He
curled up against the Egyptian boy's chest, pressing his head close.
Marik buried his head once again into the white hair, "The
Pharaoh sent him to serve...serve...the interrogators and those in charge of
torture...down...in the prisons where no sun shows. He said that...he will
learn to be more disciplined...I-I-" he choked and coughed, "haven't
seen him for 9 months...I don't know...how he is...then I met you."
Ryou gulped, feeling a lump in his throat fear for the young
victim's life, "Marik I'm...I'm sorry."
"Do not be," there was a sad smile that graced the
tanned young man's lips as Ryou looked up, "it's almost as if the gods
sent you here for a reason; to tell me that there is still hope; that Bakura
will come back to me." He tucked a strand of hair behind Ryou's ear,
"Smile for me, tell me there's still hope."
Tears sprang to Ryou's eyes as he gave a small smile,
"There's still hope," he breathed out.
Marik gently gathered the pale delicate boy into his arms and held
him for what felt like forever.

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Author: There�hopefully I�ll get to the point of the story
though�but what�s a good story without an intro? I NEED intros!!!
Ryou: Two chapters and you still haven�t paired me up yet�
Author: I feel bad enough already� >< I�ll try harder�
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