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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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A little later than I wanted, but better than the last one, at least.
So many Anons now. Can't keep track, lol. Well, thank you all for the compliments, and the well-wishes. The store seems to be managing reasonably well, so far, and things that were supposed to happen that would have taken my time up aren't happening now, so hopefully we'll be back to the proper schedule.
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“I’m beginning to think you’re influencing the rolls.”
“I don’t need to. The runt’s just hopeless at this game.”
“He is not a runt…”
The week had gone by fairly quickly, thought Malik, although, that had been sort of predictable, with the amount of work there had been to move the majority of the household to Egypt. The mansion had always been meant to be temporary, headquarters only until Yami’s new palace was built.
And there had been all the little ‘pranks’, unexplainable set-backs, like the entire wiring system of Kaiba’s other jet somehow ending up shorted out on the pre-flight for the first trip, which had taken Yami’s harem and a number of the servants, and all of Yami’s luggage going missing and then ending up in his and Marik’s suite. No one else had been attacked outright, at least. Yugi had apparently recovered his full sight, and now sat trying to play some sort of board roleplaying game with Ryou. Trying, because Bakura had appointed himself gamemaster, and Yami was completely convinced he was cheating to help Ryou win. Malik didn’t know much about those types of games, but Yugi hadn’t looked pleased at some of his rolls. Of course, it was just as likely to be chance.
The two hikari seemed to be having some sort of unspoken communication as the Egyptians argued, and then the two of them moved away from the board in agreement and went to rifle through a dufflebag that held various games, coming up with an ordinary deck of card. Amusingly, it had taken the two spirits a few minutes to realise the subjects of their argument had apparently fled. Both turned irritated looks on their respective partners then.
“Is there anything you two won’t fight over?” Kaiba sat in his own chair, almost right across the plane from Malik, reading. Or, he had a book open, at least. He was actually glaring at the other two rulers, at the moment. They returned the looks with fury, then both returned to their own seats, moving at almost the same moment. Malik felt his lips twitch in amusement, and forced the smile away, deciding to not comment about Yami and Kaiba’s own superiority contests. Get caught laughing at any of them, and he’d certainly regret it. He was allowed a bit more freedom, but none of them were going to forget that he was a hikari as well, when it came to slighted pride. And Marik certainly wouldn’t stop them.
The yami was in the back part of the plane, Malik knew, right at that moment singing an extremely inappropriate song he had learned somewhere, entertaining a few of the slaves that had been brought along on this trip. Apparently he had managed to sneak a stash of alcohol on board and was well on his way to getting drunk. Malik had been forbidden from joining him, a punishment for something, he had been a little vague on exactly what, though the yami wasn’t shy about feeding the feelings back to his hikari. He was probably just not bothering to block them, something Malik really hoped was the case, since he had closed his end of the mindlink to ignore them.
Kaiba had returned to his book, entirely ignoring the glowering of his own slave. Jounouchi sat stiffly across from him, close to the window, face flushed with anger. This portion of the plane was arranged for comfort and conversation, three pairs of curved 2 seater couches with low backs on each side of the plane, the couches arranged diagonally to each other rather than facing straight, giving a wider view of the other sets. Each pair had an oval coffee table set between them. The blond had been ordered to the seat after a failed escape attempt while boarding the plane, and except for a few twitches now and then as he tried to fight the commands, and a few supervised trips to the bathroom, had remained there silently ever since.
Actually, he had been silent and twitchy even before that, Malik mused, meeting furious brown eyes a moment as the slave looked over towards him. Another command bothering him, most likely.
Jounouchi jerked his head back towards the CEO, then, suddenly, as if something had been said to him, and if the look he had given Malik had been vicious, the one he gave the brunet could have killed Horus, again. The growl that broke free really did sound a lot like the animal Kaiba usually termed him. The ruler simply raised his head to look at his captive blandly at the noise, and Malik found himself wishing he could have listened in, since the enraged expression suddenly switched to shock and fear, red rising in his cheeks a few moments later.
Kaiba smirked. It wasn’t a nice smirk, either, a cruelly amused one that would have looked perfect on Marik’s features. Jounouchi obviously didn’t like it either, since he looked away, squirming the little bit he was allowed, his breath quickening slightly. Kaiba was teasing him, Malik realised, as the blond whimpered softly, apparently trying to keep himself under control. Now he really wanted to know what they were saying, to cause that much of a reaction. Maybe the slave had an exhibitionist streak or something.
Yami, seated facing them in the next set down on Malik’s side, had noticed the wriggling too now, tilting his head towards Kaiba slightly in curiosity. The brunet noticed the look, sitting back a moment.
“It’s been a rather boring flight, so far. Perhaps we should arrange some entertainment… I imagine you probably have some toys stashed in your luggage, Thief?” He turned his gaze toward Bakura, sitting in the set across the plane from Yami, angled sideways in the seat so he could keep an eye on Ryou, and, in extension, Yugi, who occupied the final set on the Pharaoh’s side. The yami turned to eye the blond, ignoring the seemingly-rude title, considering. Ryou had jerked a little at the question, and Yugi just looked faintly clueless. Malik actually felt sorry for his soon-to-be-lost innocence. If Yami hadn’t introduced him to any of his favourite devices yet, it was probably only a matter of time. Maybe a very short amount of time, by Bakura’s grin.
“I believe I have a few that would do nicely for your little puppy… They’re new, even. If you like them, I might let you keep them.”
Yugi seemed to realise what they were talking about, then, since he bolted to his feet, a few steps taking him from the furthest couch to a spot closer to Bakura’s.
“No! Leave him alone!”
“Yugi.” The Pharaoh snapped, shooting a glare at him. The hikari stood firm, though.
“You’re all a bunch of bullies, just-”
“Be silent, Brat.” Bakura growled at him, moving as if to rise, and Yugi obeyed, surprisingly, sidling away from him and, probably unintentionally, closer to Yami.
Jounouchi must have said something through the mindlink then, because Kaiba’s face darkened and he stood, reaching to pull the blond up as well. It was then that Malik noticed the controller in his hand, just as the shorter male stiffened, letting out an aroused moan.
It was a vibrating butt plug, Malik realised, as the blond’s robe was stripped away. Not a very large one, but enough to keep him on edge, it seemed. That explained the stiffness, and the red that he had thought had been anger. The silver rings of a Gates of Hell encircled the slave’s fair-sized shaft, and the circumcised head had been covered with a cap in the shape of a stylised dragon, the tail curling around under the head to form the last ring of the gate, the body wrapping around the head itself to form the cap, with the head positioned right over the slit. A sound, as well, most likely, and Malik found himself wondering how thick and how long the metal shaft was. A silver chain encircled the trim waist, the ends clipped to each side of the tail-ring, holding Jounouchi’s cock close against his stomach.
The tombkeeper knew he probably be angry about the abuse of a fellow slave, mild as it was, but all he felt was aroused as he eyed the blond who stood, head lowered in that position that almost always promised a burst of violence to soon follow. Yugi had turned red and looked away pointedly, and Ryou, too, had his eyes politely averted. Yami wasn’t that interested, only rising to drag Yugi over and down into his lap, threatening something in quiet words. Yugi tried to struggle up, but the Pharaoh only pulled him back down, tugging his legs up then so he was kneeling, back to Yami's chest
Bakura, though, eyed the nude slave pointedly, an evil grin painted on his features.
“I like the decorations, but the plug’s a bit small.” The thief smirked then. “Or maybe the dragons are all compensation?”
Kaiba glared. “It’s not meant to stretch him out. I only wanted it big enough so that he’d feel it.” He reached down to shift the toy slightly and Jou hissed softly. The CEO must have set a command to behave before they got on the plane or something, since Malik was sure he would have responded by now, either physically or verbally, had he been able.
“My Puppy has a slight aversion to being filled up, and I’d prefer he get used to the feeling sooner rather than later. But I’m not interested in him making a mess, or exhausting himself.”
“Yugi doesn’t have to settle for rubber or plastic to keep him pleased.” Yami interjected. Yugi was still dressed, his robe, as usual, similar to Yami’s, but, though Malik couldn’t see from his angle, by the way Yugi was squirming, eyes tightly shut, Yami was probably preparing him to prove that point.
“Ryou’s plugged right now. Keeps him ready for when I decide I want him. I don’t have to waste time on that.” Yami tilted his head slightly, obviously considering that, glancing over his shoulder to eye Ryou then.
“It doesn’t bother him?” The subject of their conversation had his gaze downward, probably in embarrassment. It surprised Malik a little, that he still blushed. They’d done worse things to him then a simple plug. It made the tombkeeper grin to remember some of it, actually.
“Ryou likes being filled. Don’t you, Tenshi?” There was a moment’s pause, and the white-haired hikari nodded. He wasn’t lying either, Malik knew, or, at least, not entirely. “It’ll make your pet a bit distracted, especially at first, but he doesn’t need to be concentrating on anything important anyway, and, once you find the right size and shape for him, he’ll beg you for it.” The statement was punctuated by a gasp of mingled pain and pleasure from Yugi. Probably just got the real thing, Malik reflected. The sound of a light smack drew another gasp and Yugi started moving after a moment, reluctantly at first, obviously being forced to ride his darker half.
Kaiba had dropped out of the conversation after his last comment, having settled his own slave in his lap, the blond’s legs spread wide. The ruler was amusing himself by teasing him, fondling his balls and playing with the still caged erection, all the while murmuring softly to him. Jou wasn’t growling anymore, instead whining and panting roughly. Maybe they weren’t using a sound after all. Kaiba wasn’t irresponsible enough to risk him managing to cum while being plugged up. The ruler gave the cap a twist just then, and the head moved to a slightly different position, proving Malik’s suspicions right.
The timing was nearly perfect, though, since the slave tensed up only a moment later, fairly howling as he came hard, collapsing back against the brunet bonelessly, obviously having fainted. Yami tilted his head to look over towards them.
“If you break him, I’m not getting you another one.” He quipped. The other ruler smirked, starting to answer, but the plane suddenly rocked wildly, halting the conversation there. Ryou, who had been in the process of obeying Bakura’s gesture to come to him, stumbled back, falling over the arm of another of the two-seaters, and Yugi fell out of Yami’s lap with a yelp of surprise from the former and a hiss of pain from the latter.
“What the-” Kaiba began as the vehicle continued to buck, reaching quickly to catch Jounouchi as the blond slid off his lap, guiding him down to the floor.
For his part, Malik stayed right where he was, gripping the armrests of his seat in fear. He didn’t like flying at the best of times, and now he was remembering the trouble they had had with the other plane. A scene popped into his head of him falling from 50 000 feet, or however high they were. Not one from the tauk, thankfully. He was afraid to actually try to get a vision from it, afraid of what the future might show. It had already shown him enough trouble.
The CEO had moved past him, after setting Jounouchi down, and, after a moment, the plane settled, mostly, only occasionally giving a couple bucks. Something about it sounded odd, though.
“We’ve lost two of the engines.” Kaiba’s voice came back over the intercom. The irritation in his voice was clear. “And the pilot and co-pilot are both dead.” Bakura and Yami exchanged grim looks, before Yami stood, straightening his kilt, and moved to the cockpit as well.
“In your seats and buckle up.” The thief told Yugi and Ryou, going to help Jounouchi up. The blond was coming to, looking around confusedly.
“That means you too, Malik.” Malik paused in the act of standing, looking over to the white-haired yami.
“I just wanted to-”
“Sit!” He obeyed, unhappily, Bakura watching while he did up the seatbelt. He had wanted to know what was going on, what they were going to do. Yugi and Ryou were sitting together, Yugi with that vague look that meant he was listening in on Yami, and Jounouchi had no idea what was going on, obviously. He kept opening his mouth, remembering about whatever command Kaiba had placed, and shutting it again with a click of teeth.
He would just have to trust in the pair to get them down safely, he supposed, gripping the armrests firmly and starting to pray.
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Damn that blue-eyed bastard to hell, or the shadow realm, or wherever else would take him. Wolf didn’t even know. The day had started out bad enough, with him being woken up to find himself hard, the brunet’s fingers teasing him open. Getting upset over that had earned him that weird cockring, and then, after the jerk had had taken his own pleasure from him, the plug and the chain, though, that, at least, was better than having it just bobbing around loose.
Kaiba had just placed a simple order on him after that, to obey him. It was, Wolf would admit, easier than enforcing each command. There had been the order not to remove the toys, first, then a snapped ‘be silent’ on the way to the plane, after one insult too many. Wolf thought maybe that might have been an unintentional one, but he hadn’t raised it yet.
The escape attempt wasn’t his brightest idea, he would admit, but he had been half-crazy with the feeling of the plug as he walked, each step causing it to bump against that spot within him, and Kaiba had been distracted, speaking to one of the pilots. It had seemed easy enough, just meander towards the edge of the group, and then make a break for it.
If walking was difficult with the plug in him, trying to run was impossible. He had been too close to Marik, obviously too, since he hadn’t taken more than a few steps before the other blond’s hand closed around his arm, jerking him back.
He could have won in a fistfight against the Egyptian. He knew he would have, had Kaiba not decided to intervene then, with a barked command to come that he couldn’t refuse. The furious businessman had then ordered him to sit and not move.
And he had had to obey, of course, only able to turn his head a bit to look around.
The majority of the flight had been boring as hell, though at least the mostly non-movement had allowed him to adjust to the plug and his erection to settle, despite a few teasing touches when the jerk had accompanied him to the washroom, and the meal they had been served was decent. Prince had asked him if he wanted to play a game with Ryou and him, but a curt denial from the bastard again, and an apparent follow-up from the Pharaoh, and he had reluctantly let it go
And then that remark in mind-speech, when he had been glaring at Malik, who he considered to be just as guilty as the other four, he might add. Kaiba had told him to mind who he was giving such intent looks to, before he got him jealous.
And, all right, it was probably a bad idea to tell him that he’d prefer Malik to him. It wasn’t true, for one thing. Knowing Malik, and Marik, he couldn’t see anything coming out of that other than a lot of pain. And he knew damned well that striking at the brunet’s pride was never a good thing.
He hadn’t expected the result, though, the threats to strip him naked and force him to give the others a show. It did not make him harder, not at all, it was the toy suddenly starting to move inside him that caused that.
He had thought the torture would never end, after that, unable to do anything but stand silent as he was stripped and then commented over, then whine and whimper unwillingly as Kaiba teased him, touching and stroking, murmuring threats (or promises) of the various things he was going to do to him later. He was thankful to Prince for the interruption, at least, since he could just imagine what sort of stuff Bakura might have had tucked away, even if his agreement with the bully comment had only gotten himself into more trouble.
It had been the brunet’s murmured command to come that had finally ended the torment. He had been unable to disobey it any more than any of the other orders, but the surge of pleasure bordered on pain with the rings still restricting him, the combination sending him spiralling down into darkness.
He had no idea what was happening now. The rings clinked loosely around his now soft cock, still held in place by the base ring behind his balls, and the plug was still in him, but it no longer vibrated against his prostate. Something was clearly wrong, from the fact that it was Bakura who was strapping him into the seat instead of Kaiba, to the faintly terrified expression Malik wore and the occasional bucking from the plane.
:What’s going on?:
:Quiet, Puppy. I need to concentrate on flying, and Yami’s not nearly the co-pilot Mokuba is.: The younger Kaiba had been sent on the earlier flight, Wolf knew, to get things set up in their rooms.
If Kaiba was flying, and Yami, something really had to be wrong, since he knew full well there had been two pilots when they had taken off, and Kaiba wouldn’t hire anyone but the best. Still, the brunet had been flying planes since he was a teenager, and Yami had always been a quick study.
How did someone that naturally tan manage to look that pale, he thought then, noticing Malik’s features. The Egyptian looked like he was going to pass out any second.
“Malik, calm down.” Bakura snapped. “If nothing else, the shrimp’ll summon his monsters.” It seemed that it would be ‘nothing else’, as with a couple sharp cracks and a harsh shake, the engines suddenly went silent.
For a while, nothing happened. There wasn’t a single sound, as if the world within and around the plan was collectively holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen. Wolf felt his weight seem to lessen slightly as the plane lost momentum and began to fall out of the sky.
Suddenly, then, there was a roar, followed by a second and third. It had been a long time, but Wolf recognized the voices. Ra, and Osiris, and the Blue-Eyes. Sure enough, a white head appeared in the window closest to him, looking in at him for a moment before it moved on.
The plane jerked again, then stabilised, and levelled off. Wolf leaned forward and looked out the window, catching the edge of a golden wing as it beat downward, then moved back up. Prince and Fox both heaved sighs of relief, though Malik still looked pale, eyes closed and lips moving in what was probably a prayer to someone.
They landed soon after that, and it was reasonably smooth as well. The landing gear still worked, it seemed, and with the dragons helping to guide and slow the plane, they touched down with only a few rough thumps. Wolf looked out the window again. They were in Egypt, or at least in a desert, but by the abandoned state of the area around them, and the ragged look of the town he could just see, he was pretty sure they weren’t where they were supposed to be.
And it was then, of course, that very moment, that a very drunk Egyptian stumbled out of the back room, dressed in only his pants.
“What’s all the banging around?”
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