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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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So, late again, sorry. Finished the job on Friday and have spent every day since at the store. Wish someone else would put their time in, instead of taking off on money-wasting trips... Thanks for all the well-wishes, btw. It didn't get any worse thean a runny nose and a bad cough/sore throat, and that's died down now too to an occasional coughing spell.
Anyway, this chapter kind of got away on me. It was supposed to be a simple little bit of punishment, and a blow-job lesson, and then it completely stalled when I started it Saturday night. And then Malik got in there late last night, and I got at it again this morning, and before I knew it, it was five pages long. Bloody Egyptians. I was planning on getting Ryou in there, since I've got someone else who's showing up in that off-shoot, but oh well. Next chapter, I suppose.
This chapter answers a few things that were mentioned in the comments, either directly or indirectly. It's more a conversation chapter than an action chapter, and that wasn't intended either, but it's just how it worked out. It's Bakura, so expect him to be behaving appropriately, and Malik's not inclined to argue at all. Poor Yugi...
As for how much longer the story's going to be, I have no clue. ^^ There's still a lot of things to tidy up, after all.
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Yugi was exhausted.
Every muscle ached, from his legs, shaking with the effort that kept him up on tiptoes, to his arms, twisted up behind him, each wrist wrapped securely in soft ropes and tied to eye bolts in the wall he stood with his back to. Slipping down to stand flatfoot would result in having his arms jerked painfully high, not to mention the band around his neck. It was a choke collar style, but was of nylon rather than chain, a ‘D’ ring attached to either end. The free ring was, at the moment, clipped to a short chain that was in turn attached to another bolt. In his current position it was loose enough for him to breathe easily, though he could still feel the light pressure of the band, but it, like his arms, was part of the trap. More ropes crisscrossed over his chest and shoulders and around his waist, tight as a woman’s corset, further constricting his breathing.
Punishment, Bakura had said, when he had forced him to the position. To teach him to be still and quiet. Yugi hissed around the ball gag between his teeth and glared at the white-haired devil who sat in his chair, reading, seemingly ignoring him completely. How long had he been tied like this? Hours, surely. He had tried to escape to his soul room, more than once, but for some reason, he couldn’t manage it now.
The hiss turned to a pained whine as overtaxed muscles gave out, the collar pulling tight and his arms jerked up.
The hikari tried to push up on his toes again, but they refused to obey, too tired, and, only a moment later, his legs gave out entirely. Yugi squealed, shutting his eyes, expecting to be choked into unconsciousness, to have his shoulders pulled out of their sockets, but it was the corset ropes that pulled tight, surprisingly holding him in what was, admittedly, a painful position, but not dangerous. They must have been secured to the wall as well, as a failsafe.
“Tch. No endurance at all. You really are worse than Ryou. When I tied him like this the first time, he didn’t even have a wall to lean against, and he still lasted longer.” A tanned hand caught the ropes around his waist, lifting him up. “Stand, runt.”
He did try, if only to save himself from whatever else the thief had planned. His muscles refused to obey, though, refused to straighten and hold his weight.
Bakura’s leg moved between his, lifting him just enough to allow a little slack in the ropes. Yugi flushed. He was nude, and to anyone who would have walked in then, it would have looked like he was riding the taller male’s leg.
The ropes were released, the slave’s arms collapsing to his side, shoulders aching with tension, the collar falling loose a moment later, and then, after that, he fell against his tormentor as the last ropes holding him in place were loosened. The ropes still wrapped tightly around him, but, after everything else, the compression was hardly worth noticing.
“Not so arrogant now, are you? Maybe you’ll learn to keep your mouth shut next time.” The ropes that were still wrapped around his wrists were tied together behind his back, and Bakura stepped back, letting him slip down to kneel against the wall.
Alright, so it probably had been a bad idea to tell Honda he was a psychotic idiot playing at being king, even if it was true. His former friend wasn’t Yami, after all, who would have responded with, at the worst, another strapping, or being sent to Bakura. And Honda’s control over the demon was tenuous, at best. In the two days since the night of the party, it had already killed three servants and one of Yami’s harem girls. And it seemed very eager to add Yugi to that list.
It didn’t help that Bakura was so temperamental, either. Yugi knew the problem, of course. It was the same thing that kept him wanting to burst into tears at any second. Well, maybe not quite the same. Bakura knew Ryou was still alive, at least, even if he didn’t know where he was. Yami was dead.
A cold breeze blew over the back of the hikari’s neck and he shivered lightly. That had been happening lately as well, unexplainably. It seemed to be happening randomly, no matter where he happened to be, or what time it was. He had reacted, the first time, only to get a strange look from Bakura and an order to sit still and stop squirming around.
“Get your ass over here.” The thief had returned to his chair, sitting comfortably with his legs spread, a cushion on the floor between his feet. Yugi just glared at him, tugging on the ropes that held his wrists.
“Maybe you’d prefer going back up on the wall.” That threat got him moving, albeit reluctantly. Thus far, Bakura had generally left him alone, letting Yugi cry himself out in the suite while he was off doing whatever it was that he normally did. That morning, though, he had decided that ‘The Runt’ had had enough time to sulk and had dragged him along with him. It had turned out predictably disastrous. Honda had ordered a man to be whipped to death, simply because he had stolen food to feed his family, and Yugi had responded, of course.
His legs were still sore and tired as he stood before Bakura, but Yugi refused to kneel until forced to, even though he knew full-well that that was what he wanted.
The traitor gave him an irritated look, reaching up to hook a finger through the loose ring of the collar and pulling hard. Yugi yelped around the gag, both from the feel of the collar pulling tight and the uncontrolled fall. He angled to the side when he automatically tried to put a hand out, falling on his hip more than his knees, shoulder hitting Bakura’s right knee. The cushion offered some padding, but it still hurt.
“You are going to learn, Yugi. Disobedience isn’t going to get you anything but pain. A lot of it.” Yugi ignored the statement, only correcting his position so that he wasn’t touching the thief. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter, as sand-roughened fingers reached out to undo the gag.
“I’ll just have to get used to being sore, then.” He hissed back, after licking his lips, resisting the urge to spit. The only way he had been able to keep from drooling had been to suck on the ball itself, and it tasted horrible.
“I wonder how much the Shrimp taught you…” Bakura murmured, eyeing him in a way that made Yugi very nervous. He tried to pull back, but the ring of the collar was still held in Bakura’s hand, and the movement only tightened it. “Did he teach you how to suck a dick? No? I didn’t think so. Well, it’s about time you learned.”
Yugi had turned red at the first sentence, staring at Bakura incredulously.
“N-no!” He answered, still blushing furiously. There was no way he was going to let Bakura put his cock anywhere near his mouth. “I won’t.”
“It’s almost cute that you think you have a choice.” Bakura’s free hand was already working at his pants. Yugi’s face went from red to white and he tried to pull away, tried to stand. The collar pulled painfully tight, and then he was jerked forward again, losing his balance and landing with his lips far too close to the one thing he wanted to avoid. Bakura wasn’t quite as long as Yami, Yugi didn’t think, but he was certainly thicker. And there was, of course, the hygiene issue.
Fingernails pinched painfully at Yugi’s earlobe, and he opened his mouth in a gasp, only to have it suddenly filled. The hikari tried to pull back, but Bakura’s hand settled at the back of his head, holding him in place.
“Let me feel teeth and I’ll pull them all out.” Yugi stilled, after a moment, eyes closed and breath coming roughly around the obstruction in his mouth, the ropes still tight around him not helping any. Any further and he’d be gagging. He was shaking, he realised after a moment, shuddering from adrenaline. Bakura reached over him, tugging at something at the back of his waist, and the ropes loosened, sliding down to pool around his knees. The release was a little better, not much.
“Teaching him a new trick?” Yugi tried to turn his head at the new voice, but Bakura’s hand corrected him.
“Trying to. Suck, Runt. You’re not going to get it done that way, and if you take too long, I might have other urges.” That prompted another jerk as Yugi tried to pull away in disgust.
“Relax, Yugi. It’s not that bad.” Malik’s footsteps were silent on the carpet, so Yugi didn’t realise where he was until he reached down to pat him lightly on the ass. “Be glad it’s not Marik. He wouldn’t give you the chance to do it yourself.”
“Stop coddling him, Malik.” The hand on the back of Yugi’s head tightened around a fistful of hair, pushed him forward far enough that he did choke. The hold loosened a little then, and, reluctantly, trying hard not to think about what he was doing, Yugi began to suck hesitantly. It wasn’t really that bad, physically. Bakura tasted a bit salty and sour, but he had expected worse. It was the psychological aspect of it that was so disturbing.
“He did just lose his other half.” Malik commented. “That’s traumatic even when you hate them. I can only imagine what he’s feeling.” Yugi’s breath hitched, but he managed to hold back the sob. Malik’s hand didn’t leave, instead stroking lightly down his back, an attempt to soothe him. The tombkeeper must have sat down on the carpet behind him or something. “Still haven’t heard anything about Ryou?”
“No. I’d be out looking myself, if I didn’t figure I’d end up finding a body instead of a slave when I returned.”
“Damn, he’s tight. Did Yami fuck him at all?” And Yugi gasped and jumped as Malik’s finger pushed against the ring of muscle, accidentally scraping his teeth against Bakura.
“Yugi, that is your only warning.” The thief growled. “Malik, if you’re going to play with him, get some damned lube first.”
“Really?” Malik sounded pleased at the thought, and Yugi groaned miserably, an action that brought a hiss from Bakura. The slave froze, uncertainly, not knowing what he had done.
“You really are clueless, aren’t you? Use your tongue more.”
“Humming and moaning causes vibrations.” Malik encouraged. “And alter your rhythm every so often. It’d be easier if he could use his hands, Bakura…”
“It’s not supposed to be easy. He nearly got himself killed. He’s lucky I’m not whipping him senseless and passing him around, but I’d never hear the end of it if I left scars on him.”
That comment made no sense. Yami was dead. Who would care?
“Speaking of which, I found another piece.” Malik’s fingers stabbed in at him again, though this time liberally slicked. It was still uncomfortable at first, until he loosened a bit. “It was under Kaiba’s throne, of all places.” Yugi couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about, but with his attention distracted by what was happening, he couldn’t really devote that much time to it.
“Odd that no one else noticed it.”
“Maybe it’s a safety feature or something. Maybe only other item holders can see them, this time.” What were they talking about?
Yugi gasped and jerked forward as Malik purposefully hit his prostate, hard enough for him to see stars. He tried to pull back again, gagging, but Bakura wasn’t letting him, and he couldn’t breathe. He tried to kick back instead, but the loose ropes caught on his legs and prevented the movement.
“Swallow, Brat.” He tried to, reflexively, and Bakura made another pleased hiss, finally letting him pull back.
“Bit early to teach him to deepthroat, isn’t it?” The fingers stabbed in again, and Yugi shuddered in equal parts pleasure and misery. He was hard from the attention, of course, but it was entirely unwanted. Bakura only huffed uncaringly.
“Relax, Yugi.” Malik huffed. “Honestly, Bakura, you’re going to have to be careful. Ryou’s got nothing on him.” A third finger pushed in beside the pair that were already in, and Yugi clamped down on them. Malik only retaliated with a slap on the ass, enough to surprise him into loosening again.
“I’m quite able to train a pet without breaking them.” Bakura answered. “He’ll take me easily enough when he’s worn out a bit. He’s done it before. When I’m done, he’ll be as well-trained as Ryou.” Yugi made a noise of dissent at that, but it was ignored. His throat and jaw muscles were aching already, and Bakura didn’t seem any closer to releasing him. Although, he knew full-well what would come before that anyway, and he wasn’t looking forward to that, either.
“You’d better not have picked up any diseases from those sluts of yours, if you’re planning on fucking him.” Bakura said suddenly, and Yugi, frightened by the thought, tried to wriggle away. Between the arm Malik wrapped around his hips, though, and Bakura’s grip in his hair, he didn’t have much luck.
“I wouldn’t do that to him. We’re careful, and I was just checked last week, besides.” The three fingers teased him a bit longer, then Malik’s hands went to his hips, to reposition him again. Yugi tried to fight the movement, but the other hikari only used his struggles against him, managing to get himself into position at the moment Yugi tried to jerk down, so that he literally impaled himself.
“Horus, Osiris and Ra.” The blond hissed, as Yugi instantly froze, pain flaring through him. “I could come from that alone.”
“You made him cry.” Bakura commented, not sounding too concerned by that, finger moving to flick a tear away. He was, Yugi realised then, tears rolling slowly down his cheeks. The pain wasn’t that bad, it had already faded, but with the humiliation and exhaustion he felt, it had been too much.
“I did tell you to relax.” Malik’s hand reached to fondle him, chuckling lightly then, though it sounded a little strained. “I don’t think it was me, or at least not entirely. He’s still hard.” He tugged at Yugi a moment, then began to move himself, obviously not being in any real hurry.
“Remember our game last time, Yugi?” Bakura murmured, and the hikari tensed up fearfully, moaning again.
“Gods, Bakura. I’d like this to last a bit. It’s not like I get to have him every day…”
“I could arrange that. Not Marik, though. I wasn’t kidding when I said he’d kill him.”
“He’s more interested in hanging out with the other psychos anyway. I could teach you so many tricks…” The last was said to Yugi, and he sobbed in response. “I’m sure Yami would appreciate them all when he returns.” Yugi’s eyes flew open at that, his breath hitching in a gasp that had him choking on Bakura again. This time, he was allowed to pull away to catch his breath.
“Y-” He couldn’t say the name aloud. “He’s de-” He couldn’t finish that, either.
“You didn’t tell him?” Malik had stilled. Bakura pulled Yugi’s head back down again.
“You’re not finished yet, Brat.” He growled. “No, I didn’t tell him. He’s a cocky little bitch when he thinks he’s got His Royal Pain-in-my-ass to back him up.” Yugi simply refused to open his mouth, this time, only squealing through his lips when Bakura tried the ear trick again.
“We could always try doubling up. I think he’s a little tight for that, though.” That confused Yugi, until he felt Malik try to slip a finger in alongside his shaft.
“No!” And he promptly had his mouth filled again.
“See what I mean? If you don’t get to work, Yugi, I’ll make you clean Malik up, after he’s done.”
“Interesting idea. Oh, there we go.” Malik had shifted his angle slightly, hitting the other hikari’s prostate right on. He kept at it, teasing the spot with each thrust, and Yugi moaned at the feeling. It only took a few more passes until he was coming hard, Malik continuing to torment the gland through it, until it started to become painful. Only then did the blond press close, filling him with his own release.
“Since you loosened him up so nicely…” Bakura growled, pushing Yugi away as the other Egyptian pulled out. The slave fell backward, Malik catching him, and then Bakura was between his legs, wasting no time in pushing in, hard and deep.
The world went white for an instant, pain flaring up his spine at the sudden intrusion. He was well slicked, of course, both from the lube and Malik’s release, but his muscles had adjusted to Malik’s size, not Bakura’s.
The thief at least had the decency to give him a moment, before setting his own rough pace, being sure to angle himself to rub against the prostate again. Yugi was hard and wriggling again before long, the pleasure bordering on pain. It didn’t help that Malik had apparently decided to find all his sensitive spots, scratching his nails lightly over the captive’s skin, paying special attention to wherever he got a good reaction. Then Bakura leaned forward, lips pressing against a spot high on Yugi’s neck, worrying at the skin. A few more thrusts and the spirit bit down hard at the spot, just as Yugi came again with a howl, blacking out.
When he came to, he was in a warm bath, Bakura seated behind him, running a cloth over him. The ropes were gone, only the collar remaining, hanging loose around his neck. Yugi didn’t bother fighting, he was too worn out.
“He’s alive?” He murmured, barely more than a whisper. Bakura snorted.
“You, of all people, should know he’s harder to kill than that.” And with that reassuring thought, Yugi slipped back into sleep.
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So, everybody can stop worrying about that, now. Yami isn't dead, well, not any more than he was the first time around. Bakura and Malik aren't traitors (I'm pretty sure the same can't be said for Marik, but that's hardly unexpected either). The pieces Malik commented on are, of course, parts of the puzzle, which was broken apart in the fight, and, eventually, Yugi will be made to reassemble them, in theory. Except 'made' probably isn't the right word there. 'Allowed to' probably fits better.
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