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Sacrifice
By : NihilEtNemo
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male
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TITLE: Sacrifice
AUTHOR: setosgirl

DATE: 2-4-11

FANDOM: YGO

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YGO

PAIRINGS: Evil!Atem/Seth

TYPE: Dark

OCs: --
CHAPTER: 2/?

RATING: NC-17

WORDS: 4953

WARNINGS: incest, lime-ish, torture and near-snuff
SUMMARY: Seth's life as a slave begins, as his father tries to save him.
NOTES: Not so sure about how much plot this story has. I'm seeing more warnings being added, though... More ?/Seth pairings and Shadow Realm torture of various types. Shadow-bestiality. Etc. Just not this chapter.
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Sacrifice

CHAPTER 2

Every time Seth tried to stand, Atem tripped him. Eventually he got the point; he wasn't allowed to leave his knees. Within the first day he stopped trying.

He had woken on the floor of the prince's room with vague and terrible nightmares fading in his mind, visions of shadows and blood and screams that he was glad he couldn't remember well. He was nude, though, like a servant or a child, and found a seamless collar that was just a little too tight around his neck, and a fine golden chain leading from it to Atem's hand.

"You are mine," the crown prince had told him with a dark smile, and his blood had run cold.

And he had found it was true.

Some dark magic was binding his soul to Atem's will. He could not lie to him; when he was questioned, he fought it, but the compulsion was ultimately irresistible and he found himself admitting the secret Atem wanted to hear - his hatred of water. His mind shied away when he wondered how he could have known anything about it, remembering only the terrifying feeling of a filled throat and no breath, and he resolved himself to try to get the better of the fear before it could be used against him.

He found he could disobey Atem, but it availed him nothing, because when the dark prince concentrated on it he could command his very mind, leaving him with stretches of time with memories as vague as the terrible shadow nightmare. Those lost hours terrified him more than anything in the memories themselves could have done - the uncertainty, the knowing nothing but that he had lost control of even his own body.

The first day they did nothing. Seth realized he was being trained - trained not to walk or stand, trained not to speak when not spoken to, trained to stay out of the way or endure Atem's scrutiny as required - and he hated it. When he tried to fight his way out, he lost an hour and found himself coming to with his head resting on Atem's leg like a docile pet. When he demanded, asked, and bargained for his freedom, he was simply told that he had been won in their game and sent to the other end of the room to be ignored.

He did not eat. He was allowed to relieve himself with permission only, and for the privilege he was forced to sit at Atem's side, in the midst of his shadows, and willingly play the part of pet.

That night, he was instructed to sleep on the stone floor at the side of the bed, and as shadow magic slithered across the door and ringed the window, the faint hope he had been nurturing withered and died. Expecting nothing, he waited until the prince's breath was slow and steady, and he approached the window; the shadows there repulsed him, throwing him back to the bed, and he felt back to his assigned sleeping spot on the floor with only numb resignation. Even as Atem slept escape was impossible.

He was going to be groomed into a slave, and he was helpless to stop it.

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Darkness was spawned from darkness before the priest's eyes. A lone figure sat defenseless in their midst, unable to pull away as they swarmed up his arms and legs and bound him in the bent position of a slave.

"Father..." Seth called, looking up unerringly to him as he struggled with the shadows. He was so helpless, so hopelessly lost in the darkness. "Father, help me..."

The form of the teenaged Seth slowly grew backward through time, living in reverse through his childhood until the shadows were swarming around a solemn three year old, and all the while his eyes remained fixed on him. The shadows surged higher and threatened to drown him entirely, and he only pleaded.

"Father... save me..."

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Aknaudin started awake, his hand clutching at his heart as it thundered in his chest. With his natural eye he could see the ghostly flickering glow of the golden artifact that took the place of the other; the Eye was glimmering in the darkness with magic, and throbbed in his head, heavy and hot. The Eye was granting him visions again...

The dream came back to him in a sudden rush, and he struggled upright. "Seth..." His voice was raspy and weak in the darkness, and he hardly heard it. Seth was calling for him, waiting for him... His heart ached because he was ignoring him.

He had let Atem keep him...

He should have demanded the prince free him when they saw his treatment. It would not have been too late. His brother was too terrified of his own spawn to try to assert any control over him - to deny him the toys he had decided he would play with, even when those toys were living persons. Even when they were family. And, normally, the priest admitted to himself, he was no better, for it was easier to appease him than oppose him...

But he was finding the will now, and was ashamed it had taken so long.

He slid from his bed and paced to the high window, looking out into the darkness of the night as he thought, still rubbing his chest above his heart. Whatever the consequence he could not abandon his son... he could not leave him to that monster. Atem lived only to destroy, and demanded such a price to keep his darkness sated and in check... With no victim he would be a terror. His power was all but limitless, and his soul was utterly dark; if his demand was ill-received, Aknaudin would not be the first to learn that to stand between Atem and that which he wanted was suicide.

There had to be a way to divert his attentions and save Seth, though. He could not believe that Ma'at would be so cruel as to make it impossible. She could not demand that he sacrifice his son again... that first fourteen years of his life would be sacrificed into anonymity for the sake of the Items, and now that the rest of it should be sacrificed to their terrible prodigy? No, it could not be her wish.

If it were truly a just universe, Atem would die and Seth would be free... and take his rightful place as heir and eventually King...

He swiftly diverted his own thoughts, away from such a dangerous path; he knew Atem could not pluck disloyal thoughts from the minds of others... but he did not dare think them, just in case he could. Pondering the hellspawn's death was too much bravery even for his new resolve to take.

He raised his eyes to the sky and focused on freeing Seth before the monster destroyed him entirely. Those were thoughts he would not be ashamed for Atem to read from him.

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Seth awoke with a kick to the back of his head, and he jerked onto his knees just in time to avoid a second blow that glanced off the stones where he had slept instead.

"Good, you wake easy," Atem commented as he lightly slid from his bed. "Go make sure my bath has been filled."

He glanced at the window. Shadows swirled dimly in front of it, the bars on his prison, but he could see the the sky beyond was still a deep indigo and sprinkled with faint stars. It faced westward; the sun must be barely rising. He had only fallen asleep a few hours ago, and he was sure now that he was going to regret it before he was allowed to sleep again.

Rubbing the back of his head, he gained his feet to follow orders, but within his first step darkness reached from the solid floor and wrapped around the golden lead he had forgotten, and he staggered back to the stones, jarring his knees.

He had forgotten he was collared. How could he have forgotten that?

A warm foot planted itself firmly between his shoulder blades and pressed him down until his nose touched the floor and he had to turn his head. "You know better than that," Atem said calmly, reproaching him like a forgetful but favored servant, and shoved him a little more. His forehead knocked the floor lightly.

"I forgot that I was not allowed to walk," he admitted through a tight jaw.

"So I see. I'll have to make sure you don't forget again."

There was a cool touch on the skin of his bare legs; he twisted his head around to see what it was. No surprises could be a good surprise coming from the prince... He found him leaning over with one foot still planted on his back, affixing golden bands around his ankles. They could have been decorative if not for the chain that connected them, as fine and golden and unbreakable as the one on his collar. He closed his eyes and faced toward the floor again as he felt them on his wrists as well, binding them behind his back with only two fists' width of slack between them. He should be fighting this humiliation... but to what end? There would have to be a hope of something better to fight for.

"There." The pressure on his back eased as Atem stood up. He heard his soft steps on the stones but didn't raised his face to look. "You may go now. Make sure the water is warm."

Without giving his captor the satisfaction of a response, he straightened his back and shuffled forward on his knees. The chain didn't greatly impede his ability to move like this, but he could never have walked, even if he could find a way to stand in the first place.

The bathing room was deserted; he wasn't surprised that servants strove not to be seen by this particular master, but he resented the feeling of abandonment without really knowing why. He wouldn't actually want anyone to see him this way, even if it were a servant or even a slave...

Although the servants who had filled it were long gone, the prince's private bath was filled. He regarded the water with distaste, maneuvering his arms so he could put a hand in it. "It is warm," he reported tersely while he backed away. His eyes traveled wistfully toward the door; shadows drifted around it, and there was no escape for him beyond it, but the idea of freedom still tempted.

Atem joined him wordlessly, padding nude from his sleeping room to the edge of the bath. Seth saw with disgust that he was half erect and looked away. It was no secret what Atem liked to use his slaves for, at least some of it, and he wanted nothing, nothing to do with that. Surely he had enough harem-girls and other servants to satisfy those desires...

"Ahh..." He sank into the water with a theatrical noise of appreciation that Seth resolutely ignored. "It is warm. Get in."

He glanced at him to find the red eyes on him, smirking somehow by themselves. "No thank you," he said as politely as he could manage.

"That's not a request. Get in. Bathing me is one of your daily duties."

"My hands are bound too tightly." He eyed the water and carefully slid into the other end of the bath. They didn't touch beneath the surface, and he liked that; what he did not like was the water itself. At least it was only a bath, though; sitting as it was the water came up only to his chest. Baths and the priests' sacred pools he could stand, if he had to; it was deep water and running water that he could not stand. Oddly enough for one who had been raised on the banks of the river, he could not swim, he had no desire to, and he avoided it like the plague because of a secret loathing of the idea of drowning...

Not so secret anymore, he reminded himself harshly as he looked at the clear surface of the water. Now Atem knew all about it.

"You won't need them. Come over here."

Atem was sitting with his legs lazily stretched out while he played with himself, and to come closer he would either have to move between them or skirt the edge of the bath. He chose the latter without hesitation, and kept himself up on his knees, one elbow on the edge of the pool.

His pace was obviously unsatisfactory, unfortunately. "I said here." Atem reached for his hair as he drew near enough and dragged him closer - and down. Seth had only time for one startled breath before his face hit the water and he started struggling. Something pressed against his face, but he pulled back in a blind panic, and actually managed to get away from the gripping hand and back to the surface of the water.

Atem grabbed his hair again, more tightly this time, as he gasped for air and still blindly pulled away. He was held in place, but at least he wasn't shoved under the surface again.

"That seems to terrify you," Atem mentioned, his voice neutral and maybe vaguely interested, as he held him up and let him breathe. It was hard to hear him over the pounding of his heart... it would have been hard to argue, so he said nothing. "Are you done yet?"

Seth tried to shake water out of his eyes. "Don't do it again..." he gasped.

Atem smiled thinly. The expression scared him more than the hand on his head threatening to shove him back under did.

"Was that an order or a plea?"

The fingers tightened on his head and he panicked again. "Not an order!" He pressed back against the hand. "I wouldn't, just don't... please," he added sincerely. For the moment he had no pride.

The prince chuckled and shoved his head down again. He made a noise of alarm and pressed back, but he stopped anyway, and just held his head above the water, looking down. He realized with revulsion what had touched his face - Atem was fully hard now, his member standing up straight in the water. Waiting. He needed a bath of his own now.

"You'll finish me."

"No," he said in disgust, pulling back. The fingers tightened in his hair, but he paid no attention to the threat. He couldn't comprehend this all at once - it was too much. Drown him or humiliate him or rape him, not all three at the same time...

"Resist if you want," Atem invited, "but regardless, you won't come up until I've come. If that means I release myself in your drowned throat... well, it would be a waste of a perfectly serviceable slave, but so be it."

Seth raised his eyes to the prince's face in horror. There was no mercy there, only a breed of sadistic amusement.

He realized almost as it happened that he was going to be shoved down again, and he began to resist. "No!" he cried, but he only wasted his precious breath.

This time he had known it was coming and he didn't panic uncontrollably the second his face broke the water - he panicked, to be sure, but he was able to keep enough of his mind intact to resist rather than flailing. He shook his head to free himself from Atem's hand, pushing himself back simultaneously.

For a moment he thought it was going to work.

Then the grip on his hair re-tightened and his face was shoved mercilessly down into the bottom of the bath. Bubbles escaped from his mouth as he lost part of his breath in shock, his vision momentarily going red. He realized in a second the red was blood from his aching nose, maybe broken, maybe just smashed. As it swirled in front of his eyes, it finally came home to him Atem was serious about drowning him if he didn't give him the treatment he wanted.

Imminent death in the method he feared most should have panicked him further; what it did was draw all that panic into a single tight focus and make him realize what was important. Pride and even disgust were not it.

When Atem allowed his head from the bottom of the bath and pressed it back into his lap again, he opened his mouth. Another precious bubble of air escaped him, but he closed his mouth again around Atem's prick and a little water.

He didn't know what he was doing and he wasn't interested in learning; Atem seemed to realize that, because he guided his head up and down without waiting for him to do anything himself. His lungs were already burning for air, and he had to focus on not allowing himself to breathe; he swallowed the water in his mouth to try and fight it off, but when the thick head of the prick hit the back of his throat he gagged and tried to pull back instinctively. He couldn't do this...

Renewed struggling didn't help him. Both of Atem's hands pressed on the back of his head and forced his head down so hard that he couldn't fight it no matter how he thrashed away. His prick shoved its way down his throat, and he gagged around it with an unconscious noise of denial, back and chest convulsing as he tried to throw up. He forgot not to breathe in his panic, and water flowed up his busted nose, but it didn't matter; Atem's cock blocked his throat and he couldn't breathe anyway.

His head was immobilized, pressed down so hard he was sure his skull was going to gave in. His bound arms and legs flailed erratically and accomplished nothing; dark red flowers blossomed in his vision behind eyelids he hadn't realized he had squeezed shut. Atem's cock pumped quickly but minutely in his throat, gagging him over and over again in the space of a few seconds, and he suddenly choked as his yearning lungs breathed a burning liquid that shot toward them. For a moment he was drowning - he was choking to death on Atem's prick and semen.

Then all at once he was released and he struggled to the surface, fleeing blindly toward the edge of the water. Although he was in the cool air, dragging his knees back onto solid ground, for a long second he couldn't breathe around the liquid in his throat, and the painful contractions of his abdomen. His body fought itself, to breathe, to not breathe, to expel what he had already breathed, and nothing gave in, leaving him gasping uselessly at the air like a landed fish.

Finally it broke. He drew a thin, almost pointless breath and coughed harshly, gagging. With an explosive retching cough it finally came out, and a thin white stream of mixed bile, water, and semen spattered to the stone floor. There was only the one big expulsion, but his body kept trying to get rid of more with coughs that wracked his diaphragm painfully. Between coughs he was able to suck in thin breaths; they were no better than trying to breathe through a hollow reed, but after so little air they were heavenly, and he was grateful for them, no matter how pathetic they were.

As his breathing slowly calmed he stared blankly at what he had coughed out. A few watery drops of blood from his nose joined it for a touch of color. He had breathed in his semen - gods, he had actually been drowning in his semen...

"You're going to have to get better at that."

Seth looked up sharply at Atem, feeling the horrified expression on his face; he was pulling away from the bath without meaning to. Atem only looked amused.

"Your daily duty," the prince reminded him with a leisurely stretch. The water around him was still lapping the stone edges with small waves from Seth's struggles, and he seemed to enjoy it. "You're lucky that you're so arousing when you're on the edge of dying; I didn't think I would come so soon."

"You wouldn't..." Seth shuffled another step back on his knees, staring at him. "You wouldn't kill me, you just 'won' me..." The only note he could hear in his own voice was desperation. He had to believe that - he didn't know how he could live with the constant threat of drowning over his head. And to have to go through this every day...

Atem smiled thinly again and sank low in the water, a satisfied expression on his face. "Go, for now."

He went. There was nowhere for him to go, with the doors still barred and the window still curtained with shadow magic, but he didn't want to be anywhere near the bath. Oddly, he was pathetically grateful to him for not answering... He had a feeling he knew what the answer would have been, and not having to hear it saved him from complete despair.

Atem's bed chamber was the largest room of the apartment, as long as the bathing room and the anteroom he used as a study combined and nearly as wide, but it was almost entirely taken up by his bed, so broad three people could have slept in any position they liked without touching, and it seemed almost cozy. There was a corner by the window, on the other side of the bed from both doors and half hidden by a chest of clothes, and there he tucked himself. His head bowed over his drawn up knees and his bound hands pressed back in the corner, he almost felt comfortable... invisible.

Though it wasn't cold, and the day outside the window was warming up already, he shivered uncontrollably. The water running in rivulets down his skin from his sodden hair seemed to make it worse. On the inside, as the burning in his lungs eased and his breathing returned almost to normal, he felt numb and dazed. No fully formed thoughts crossed his mind at all.

He was still there when he heard Atem return. His shoulders tensed as the soft footsteps paused, but they carried on to the other room without a word and he relaxed again into his silent trembling.

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Even not long after dawn, darkness swirled around the crown prince's rooms. The sun could not banish this blackness.

Aknaudin steeled himself and ignored the shadows that drifted around his feet as he approached, his steps miraculously picking clear spots of stone between their formless curls. Certainly they had already told Atem of him, but he was not planning a surprise attack on him anyway; they only meant he could not back down now, and he did not want to anyway.

The door swung open as he approached it, without his touch, and he paused in the doorway. Beyond the doorway was darkness; Atem's rooms had only one window, facing west, because he had hated the light since he had opened his eyes and demanded a room where he could see only Ra's death since he had learned to speak, and the reflected light from the hall could not pierce the curtain of living shadows just inside its border. The Eye was not deterred by darkness, however, natural or otherwise, and he could see clearly through the eddying shadows.

Atem's eyes were glowing again.

They were fixed on him, the boy himself seated in his self-made throne, watching the doorway, his lips twisted in a small smirk. For a moment neither of them spoke.

Then Aknaudin's eyes darted from the pointed face to the rest of the darkened room, searching it in one sweep. Seth wasn't immediately visible, and his heart began to ache again until he concentrated and looked through the solid door to the bed chamber. He found him sitting hidden on the other side of it, nude and not immediately apparently conscious, but not dead... Atem's victims were never in a single piece when he was finished with them.

"Do you need something of Me, Priest Aknaudin?"

Though he shed no tears over not being a special favorite of the beast in man's clothes, it was always faintly disturbing that Atem would never acknowledge the relationship between them when they spoke, unless it seemed a private mockery. Now perhaps he could have used some sort of personal tie between them.

"I need to speak with you."

"Then come in," Atem invited. His smile was self-assured and dangerous, the smile of someone laying a trap. It was how Atem always looked, and it was never less unsettling.

It was a trap of some sort, he knew, and he went in anyway. He only had to look at Seth to keep up that determination.

The shadows closed the door behind him, enveloping them in the darkness of Atem's personal kingdom.

"What is it, Priest?" Atem offered him no seat, but at least didn't demand he kneel to him. He seemed to be in a good mood this morning. Perhaps it was a good tiding...

"Seth," he said bluntly, watching the prince's face with his magical Eye. Not a flicker of surprise or interest crossed his calm features.

"Yes?" he prompted, all false politeness.

Aknaudin tried and failed to read any encouragement or warning in his nephew's face. He could see no sign of how to approach it and how far to go, and so he simply gathered what he wanted to say and said it. "I am asking you to release him, please. I want his freedom more than you can know."

Atem smiled a faint smile. "I see."

"I would not even ask that you return him to how he was; I only ask you to give him back to me. We will replace him for you."

"'Return him to how he was'? You make it sound as though I've broken him already. I haven't, rest assured; he's only had a rough morning."

His eye flickered back to the wall. He could see Set beside the window and he still hadn't moved. "What have you done to him?"

The faint smile stayed in place, but Atem didn't answer. "If you feel he is so replaceable, why not replace him for yourself. One young lover is very much like the next, I suppose."

Lover? He felt a certain revulsion at the thought. This creature's mind worked in twisted ways. "Seth is not my lover," he said with as much calmness as he could muster. "Prince Atem, Seth is my son. Your cousin." He did not fool himself into thinking Atem had a heart to appeal to, but maybe in knowing this he could see a better use for Seth as his priest, or possible heir, or... anything. Anything he could do with him would be better than this fate. Perhaps there was something in him that the fact would appeal to.

Atem's head cocked thoughtfully, but Aknaudin's heart fell when he realized that no other change came over him. "Is he now..."

"I lost him for many years. What do you want of me to given him back?"

Atem smirked. "What would you give?"

"Anything," he admitted. "Anything I can."

Atem's fingers drummed on his shadowy throne. "He doesn't know this, does he?"

"...No." And now he wished he had told him, and told his brother... told everyone, in fact, the moment he saw him again. This would have been completely averted, and Seth saved this pain.

"Perhaps you should explain it to him." He started in unpleasant surprise, and he saw something like triumph in those red eyes. "And then perhaps you can explain to him, in detail, why he was given to me as he was. And then you can explain to him that I am keeping him, and what he can expect from the est of his life... His very long life, if things work out as I hope they do. Would you like to explain these things to your son, Priest?"

"No..." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart was missing beats in his chest, and he held the doorway to steady himself.

The dark smile grew. "I did not think so."

"The rest of his life... You will never release him?" His voice was blank.

"If he ceases to interest me he will die." The dark prince waved that away as unimportant. "He was given to me, and what has been given cannot be rescinded. He is mine, and he will be mine until the day he dies."

He stared at him in that old despair, the same way he felt every time he realized how bleak their future was with this thing waiting to take the throne. It was so much more specific this time... It was his only son's future that he saw now, a short road of pain and terror. If he had but told someone about Seth....

"You may go," Atem told him dismissively.

He raised his Eye from the throne to his son on the other side of the wall. Alone. All alone with the monster in the darkness...

"Now." Atem snapped his fingers, and the shadows pulled him bodily back through the door.

He leaned against the wall on the far side, holding his aching chest, struggling to accept what he knew. Seth was lost.

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That night, the Pharaoh was dead in his rooms.

In the morning, Seth woke to Atem wearing the Puzzle.

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