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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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I'm late, I'm late.
Yeah, it's been a bit of a busy week. Not going to get any better, either, unfortunately. Starting on the 29th, I'm working full time at a girl's camp for a month. (That being the typical five days a week, nine to five full time) THe good part is it's easy work, just washing, drying and folding laundry and some general cleaning, and the pay is excellent. ($12.50 an hour, a dollar up from last year just to get me back. Current minimum wage in Ontario is $11) The bad part is I, obviously, have less time for other things.
Oh well, that's still a week away anyways. Here, at last, is Yugi and Yami getting it on. Fair warning, one of Yami's girls decided to get in on the action too. She was just supposed to give our little hero a nice surprise, get him in the mood and then go away, but... Well, I hadn't intended on having to drug him either, though.
So, it's not strictly proper, I suppose, but it turned out all right, i think. She also may or may not be reappearing to tease poor Yugi. I haven't decided yet. Let me know what you think.
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It was 9:48.
Well, it was 9:48 Egyptian time, at least. In California time, it was early afternoon. So it wasn’t particularly surprising that Prince’s body insisted that it was not time to be thinking about going to bed, despite the fact that he wore only a short bedrobe, his jewellery set aside for the night, the heavy gold earrings replaced with more modest sapphire studs for sleeping.
Yami, apparently, was not having the same problem. Maybe it was because he was naturally Egyptian or something. It wasn’t that he was ready to fall into bed exhausted, of course, but Prince could sense the comfortable laziness that preluded sleep.
“Are you going to wander around our rooms all night?” The spirit asked mildly, as Prince made another circuit around the pale walled sitting room/game room/library. The thick dark-gold carpet was soft under his feet.
“Maybe.” He answered spitefully, reaching out as he walked past the clear and black crystal chessboard, set up neatly and waiting for players, and knocking over the black king. Or pharaoh, really, since the board, like most of the rest of the stuff in their rooms, was done in an Egyptian style.
The Egyptian’s eyes narrowed slightly, not missing the symbolism, but Prince just continued on his errant path, running a finger along the books in the book shelf, most of which he couldn’t read, and back through the wide entrance that led to the bedroom. Maybe if he walked enough, he’d tire himself out, not that it was likely.
At least the view was nice, he supposed, wandering out onto the balcony. Well, it could do without the walls, but the sky was clear, and the lights set in the garden behind the palace weren’t bright enough to drown out the display, probably on purpose. The tinkling sound of water in fountains could be heard even this high, and, further off, the muted crashing of the river over the dam that lay just out of sight. A stream had been diverted from the main thoroughfare to run through the garden, and it occasionally gave off reflections from the lights both on the ground and in the sky.
“Aibou?” Prince didn’t turn to answer the call, shivering a little when warm arms slipped around him. The sun had set hours before, and the air had long since lost its warmth.
They stayed like that for a moment, both silent, then Yami loosened his hold, catching Prince’s wrist in a light grasp and tugging lightly. The hikari resisted the unspoken request.
“Yugi…” The deep voice was vaguely reprimanding, and Prince prepared himself for the scolding, but it didn’t come, surprisingly.
“Let’s go down to the harem. I’m sure Anzu would like to see you, and you can meet the little one.”
Prince immediately squashed the part of him that instantly protested that that was his nickname. Instead he turned silently to follow him. He would like to see Anzu, even if the interested hum of the Pharaoh’s mind meant he had a very different reason for wanting to see the girls.
The stairs down to the harem, or, at least, the set they were taking now, were set up in a corner of the sitting room, a circular staircase made out of some type of highly polished red wood.
The room that the stairs led to looked smaller than the one above it, though part of that probably had to do with the plush-looking furniture that occupied the room. Over-stuffed couches and chairs, with plenty of pillows and extra cushions. There were even a few beanbag chairs.
Most of the women were still up. Some of them had been watching a TV show, and a few others were doing some needlework, but they all abandoned their previous pursuits to line up in front of Yami neatly, almost as if awaiting inspection. Well, almost all.
“Yugi!” The younger Jounouchi came out of nowhere to grab him up in a hug. He could feel Yami’s amusement in the back of his mind.
“Hello, Shizuka.” He greeted, trying to breathe.
“Come on, Anzu’ll be ecstatic to see you. “ Shizuka grabbed his hand and jerked him forward, and he let out a surprised yelp as he stumbled to keep up with her.
“Hey, careful.” The Spirit’s thoughts were amused as Prince was pulled away. The other girls seemed to have received whatever permission they were waiting for, since some moved back towards their places, while others gathered around Yami, trying to convince him to choose them to have a little fun with.
Not just him, either, it seemed, as one of the girls reached out to catch Prince’s free hand.
“Stay a bit.” She begged in an accent he couldn’t place. “I’ll keep you comfortable.” The amusement strengthened into a full chuckle as the hikari felt his face heat up.
“You could father a few children of your own, Little One.” The spirit suggested, and the heat this time wasn’t from embarrassment.
“To be the slaves of yours?” He answered, coolly. Shizuka had stopped tugging on his wrist, though she still held it, uncertainly.
:Don’t upset the girls, Yugi.: The Pharaoh warned, at the same time as he spoke aloud.
“Of course not. They would be raised as proper royalty, as befits the offspring of a Pharaoh’s soulmate.”
Prince just carefully tugged his arm free from the unknown woman.
“Maybe later.” He said, not intending to ever keep the promise.
:I will remember that, Aibou. Should I summon Margarita to our rooms later?: Prince just huffed, turning back to Shizuka.
“Anzu?” He reminded, and the girl uttered an ‘oh’ of surprise before starting off again, at a more reasonable pace, leaving the women and the once again amused ruler behind.
They went down a short hallway, no more than a dozen feet or so, and then he could hear a familiar voice singing softly.
“Anzu,” Shizuka interrupted the song, stepping through a bead-curtained doorway “look who’s come to visit.”
“Yugi.” Anzu’s voice seemed tired, but still cheerful. “Isn’t she adorable? Why don’t you hold her?” Prince’s eyes went wide.
“But I can’t, I’ve never…”
“Oh, nonsense. It’s easy.” And as quickly as that, he found his arms full of baby. Anzu positioned his arms properly, and he looked down at the little girl.
The beads clinked together as someone else passed through them, and then a strong arm reached to wrap loosely around his waist, his other half looking over his shoulder, gazing down on the newborn as well.
“She’s beautiful.” He commented, pulling Prince back against him and reaching around to shift the blanket out of the way a bit. “Just like her mother.”
She did look a lot like Anzu, Prince thought. Her short fine hair was brown, except for the bangs, which were golden blonde. Her eyes, though, were Yami’s, or, perhaps it was more accurate to say they were like Prince’s had been when he was younger, wide and innocent. Except they were a dark blue.
“She is beautiful, Anzu.” He agreed, and the two soulmates seemed to be in sync, for the moment, since both his head and the pharaoh’s lifted at the same time to look at the mother.
Anzu looked a little worn out, but Prince supposed she had a right to be. Having a baby was probably fairly hard work, even with help. She definitely looked happy, though, smiling widely at them.
“You should be going Shizuka.” Yami said suddenly. “I’m sure Seto is probably wondering where you are.” Prince blinked, confused, and turned his gaze towards the other girl.
“I asked permission.” She answered, quietly, but gave a quick bow anyway and left the room.
“Seto?” Prince queried, but didn’t have time to ask more, since Ichigo chose that moment to break out into an unhappy wail. The hikari stiffened, shooting a terrified look in Anzu’s direction.
“What did I do?” She answered him with a laugh.
“She’s probably just hungry. Here.” And she took the baby back, to Prince’s relief.
“Come, Aibou.” Yami murmured then. “Himiko and Yanmei will give us a performance.” Prince wasn’t sure he wanted to know what the ‘performance’ was, but he followed anyway, not wanting to upset Anzu.
It was a geisha dance. The lights in the room were turned down low, and Prince found himself seated on one of the couches beside his darker half. The beanbags and a few coffeetables had been moved to clear the space in the middle of the room for the two women to put on their display. They were clearly skilled, Prince thought, watching.
“They’re talented, no?” The woman from earlier, Margarita, had settled down on his free side, trying to hand-feed him chocolates. Prince had tried to protest, but the woman was very determined, and they did taste good, rich and sweet with just a tinge of an odd aftertaste.
The obvious amusement from his other side was a little confusing, though Yami was eating his own sweets, offered up by a redhead.
It was about half a dozen in that things began to get odd. Not outright ‘something is going on’ odd, but he found himself feeling very relaxed. The geisha had finished and now an Egyptian woman was performing, something that involved a lot of suggestive movements and sheer veils. And Prince was enjoying it a little more than part of him thought he should have been.
Margarita was getting a lot more free with her touching, too, soft hands occasionally dipping under his clothing. Prince would fend her off when he noticed, but the dancing was so interesting, and it was hot and he was hard, and…
“Gods!” He exclaimed suddenly, as something wet suddenly closed around the head of his shaft. Looking down, he realised it was Margarita, who was kneeling between his legs. She had pushed the robe open and had her lips wrapped around that portion of his anatomy, suckling at it as if it were a treat.
Prince didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex, of course. They weren’t interested in him before he was titled the king of games, and after that he had been too busy, and too shy. He had certainly never experienced a blow job before.
Margarita must have given them before, though. She seemed to know just how to move, what to do, and Prince couldn’t bring himself to push her away, the only sounds falling from his lips being moans of pleasure.
:Are you sure you don’t want her, my Hikari?: There were other hands on him now, rougher, larger, far more familiar. The talented mouth left him and he mewled a protest.
“Calm down, Yugi. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” Yami’s deep voice was laughter and lust, and Prince didn’t protest as he was urged to kneel on a cushion, Margarita repositioning herself to continue pleasing him, while Yami’s fingers pushed into him, deep and slick and stretching. Prince didn’t argue, like he would normally have done, instead pushing back on the digits, trying to welcome them in deeper.
“You’re so perfect.” The spirit murmured, spreading his fingers and searching for that spot inside. Prince gasped when he found it, tensing up, and Margarita sucked hard as he erupted into her mouth, the dark-haired woman eagerly swallowing his seed. Yami’s fingers continued to stroke him from the inside and Margarita from the outside, and he shuddered at the feelings to his oversensitized body.
It didn’t end there, though. He was still rock hard. Margarita turned, lying on her back with her legs spread, and Yami urged him forwards, murmuring about fathering beautiful children. Something chimed in Prince’s head, something about not really wanting this and it being wrong, but then the fingers in his ass crooked again and the thoughts were drowned out by lust, and he was pushing forward into something that felt so hot, so perfect, that there couldn’t be anything wrong about it.
And then the fingers were replaced by Yami’s shaft, and he froze, shuddering in the double sensation of filling and being filled. No, there couldn’t be anything better than this, than being loved at both ends, Yami’s mind in his, the spirit’s shaft deep inside him, Margarita’s walls clenching around him. Yugi rocked between the two, each withdrawal from the woman’s passage driving him back onto the Pharaoh’s shaft, each thrust back into her dragging him off.
“My Aibou.” Yami was murmuring, between bites and kisses along his neck and shoulders. “My perfect little Light. You’re so hot and gorgeous and only mine.”
“Yami.” Yugi moaned, reaching back to rest his hands on the hard thighs that spread around his. One rough hand moved from his waist to reach down, fondling his balls, and Yugi gasped again, keening in pure pleasure.
“Oh, harder, my Prince.” Margarita begged, pushing up to meet his movements. “Fuck me and make me yours.”
“Give her what she wants, my Little One. Fill her up and plant your seed in her.” Even as Yami spoke, he was pressing deep into him, pushing him down onto Margarita as he filled his passage with his own spill. A hard brush at the sensitive spot just behind his balls and Yugi arched his back as he climaxed again, fingers clinging to the strong arms that wrapped around him now. Yami’s warm mouth closed around his ear lobe, tongue flicking at the stud, teeth tugging lightly at it.
“I wonder how you’d look pierced in other places.” He murmured after a moment, and Yugi moaned softly at the thought, shifting and feeling Yami still inside him, hot and heavy despite having orgasmed. Something… Something with the chocolates, the tiny rational part of his mind thought, before Yami shifted against him and he was lost again.
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“Out of bed.” A hand slapped down on the upper leg that was the only thing that could be seen peeking out from the pile of blankets. The gesture was more to get the recipient’s attention, rather than to hurt. The leg merely disappeared under the coverings.
“Lazy dog.” Kaiba huffed, reaching to toss the blankets back. “Up, now, Puppy, or I’ll give you a reason to lie about.”
“Too early.” Came the automatic protest, then: “What reason?” The brown eyes fixed on him, half-wary, half-curious. Kaiba smirked, sending him a very explicit image of the ‘reason’, complete with the feelings. Maybe a bit too explicit, he decided, as Jou let out a low moan, the soft member between his legs twitching slightly.
“Seto-sama?” Kaiba turned to look over his shoulder, and Jou yelped and apparently pushed backwards, since there was a second yelp and the thud of a body hitting the floor.
“Just set it out on the balcony.” He gestured towards the door and the brunette paused, blinking at him a moment, her face bright red. Kaiba would have thought she would have been used to seeing men naked, but maybe Yami had been a bit more circumspect with her then he had expected.
“Dammit, Asshole! What the hell!” That was a bit more expected.
“Language, Pup. You don’t want your sister picking up bad habits. Shizuka, the food?” Shizuka startled a bit, and quickly hurried past him, keeping her gaze averted from the bed, though Jou was swaddled fully in the blankets again, only his head uncovered.
“Language! As if I’m worried about her hearing me swear when you’re trying to show her everything I was born with.” Shizuka blushed again, busy setting out the bowls for the morning meal on the table he had brought from the mansion. “Why the hell’s she here anyways? What have you got planned now?”
He really shouldn’t bait the blond, Kaiba told himself. He should tell him he had decided to ask for her, and the other one, to keep his pet company.
“Well, you can’t give me children, after all.”
He really shouldn’t have done that. The mutt looked like he might have a stroke. Although it did render him silent for a few minutes, the slave just staring at his captor. Then came the aftermath, of course, and Jou apparently completely forgot about his nudity and the blankets as he tried to lunge at the brunet, fury painting his features. The fabric tripped him up, and he ended up flat on his face, but that only slowed him down a bit.
So he was in mid-rise, buck naked, when Kaiba activated the rod, freezing him in place.
“What I do with her, or anyone else, Mutt, is none of your concern.” He stated, turning to look at the girl in question. Shizuka stood by the table, cheeks red again, eyes planted firmly on the stone flooring at her feet. She was shivering a bit, and the ruler wasn’t sure whether it was fear or the breeze, still cool from the night, that caused it.
“You are dismissed. You may have the run of this floor until I call for you.” Shizuka dropped a quick bow and hurried from the room, still pointedly avoiding looking at her brother. The blond’s chocolate eyes burned with fury, and Kaiba was sure, if looks could kill, even the rod wouldn’t have saved him.
“Really, Pup. I’m hardly going to beat her senseless.” He moved to the balcony, ignoring the flinch he could feel through the mindlink, lessening the rod’s hold slightly.
“You touch her, and-”
“I will do whatever I want with her, Katsuya.” The billionaire interrupted, sitting at the table and giving his slave a cool look. Jou was standing now, seemingly careless of his state of undress now that his sister was out of the room. “If I bring her to my bed,” he ignored the furious growl that drew, “if I get her pregnant,” and he had to employ the rod again, there, “it will still be better then where she would be. Be grateful, Mutt, that Yami and I decided to rescue her. Simply because she is your sister.” It wasn’t the entire truth. They had been putting down a would-be gang leader, and had found the teenager, with a number of other girls, many of them worse off, including that Kujaku woman. They had all been destined for illegal sale into the slave market. The gangster had already had the forged documents for all of them, and had just been waiting for his contact to arrive. Of course, Kujaku and Shizuka had ended up as slaves anyway, but they were in a far better situation than they would have been elsewhere.
“The only thing I would ever be grateful about would be if you lot all suddenly keeled over.”
“Mind your tongue, Puppy. Or I’ll decide that we need to start your training over from the start, again.”
“Just try it, Moneybags.” Perhaps he should bed the girl. If he went about it right, at the very least, he could avoid her interference, and, at the most, he could gain another edge against his Puppy’s defiance. But for now, best to let him settle down.
“Come and eat.” He said, releasing the rod’s control, though carefully watching for the flash of aggression that would herald an attack. Instead anger just boiled through the mindlink.
“I’m not hungry.” Jou snapped, flopping back down on the bed and turning his back to him.
“If you don’t eat now, there won’t be anything else until supper.” The CEO warned, unsurprised when his only answer was silence. Fine, he decided, starting on his own meal. The mutt could sulk all he wanted, it wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
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It's probably a good thing Kaiba's got the rod. If he follows through on his threats, I think he's going to need it... lol
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