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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 swear, I'm busier now than I was when I was busy... And then, tonight, one of my turtles managed to sneak outside while I wasn't looking (Major panic when I realised I couldn't find her in the house) and proceeded to dig herself a nest and lay eggs. This is perplexing, as the other turtle is supposed to be a female too. She might just be laying unfertilised ones, though. Guess we'll see in two months, if the weather holds. (I'm not going to risk digging them up. Turtle eggs are very sensitive to being handled). But, yeah, sorry about the late chapter. Have a lemon.
I still have no idea how much longer this is going to be. I could go off on another tangent and have it last another 20 chapters. I just never know.
I've actually been asked a couple times about doing a prequel, sort of. I might, in time, since there is a lot of interesting stuff I could put in. One point I would like to clarify, though, is that Yugi and Jou were never slaves before they were caught in the first chapter. Ryou, of course, was, he's been Bakura's since canon, after all, and I'm not entirely sure when Marik revealed himself again. But the 'dream' Yugi had in the first chapter was the real turning point, where Yami first started his rule.
Anyway, apparently someone did notice that Malik was being a little cruel last chapter. There is a reason, it'll be brought up in a future chapter. And a lot of people have commented on Bakura. Just remember that that was from Yugi's POV, and he doesn't really know what's going on. Bakura does have everyone out looking, but as he pointed out, if he went looking for Ryou himself, there'd be no one to keep Marik or the demon away from Yugi. And Bakura is quite enjoying himself playing with him, after all.
And, since I didn't make it clear before, (I meant to, but slipped) The reason Ryou and Bakura can't communicate is because of the distance between them. I sort of mention it in this chapter, and the issue was grazed past earlier in the story too. (When Yami wondered if Yugi had been pulled out of the mindlink because of the distance between them, in Chapter 8, Escape) When they get close enough to each other again, they'll click back together.
And Yami's son has a name. It just sounded right to me, so I picked it. Congratulations, Anon-whichever-number-you-are.
Oh, and surprise guest star appears this chapter.
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The truck stopped, finally.
Ryou wasn’t sure how long they had been travelling, but the doors, when they opened, let bright daylight in. Ryou squinted, turning his face away.
“All right, you little bitches.” A rough voice snarled. “Give us any trouble, and we’ll knock you senseless. Behave yourselves, and maybe we can convince some nice people to take you. The kind who’ll give you a blanket at night, instead of just chaining you at the back door.”
“Assholes.” Frank muttered, but didn’t struggle when he was dragged out of his cage and chained to the others.
“Well, would you look at this.” The voice’s owner said, looking in at Ryou. A strong hand reached in and dragged him out, his grip rough enough that the captive winced. “We got ourselves a breeder.” Ryou wasn’t sure what that meant, but he could guess, and it wasn’t a good thing. The slaver wasn’t that bad-looking, really, though he could certainly have used a few breath-mints. He was missing one dark grey eye, a black latch covering it, and most of his bulk was muscle. Thick stubble covered his cheeks and chin, and his black hair was worn in a long Mohawk, a strip of neon green running through it near the front. Some people might have even found him attractive.
That one eye, however, eyed Ryou with a mixture of malevolence and lust that had him pulling back instinctively. Bakura gave pain to punish and correct. This man would give it simply for his own pleasure.
“Leave the kid alone, Frisk. You know the boss doesn’t like us manhandling the merchandise.” Frisk turned that dark eye away from his prize and towards another man who stood in the doorway. This one was well-muscled as well, thick arms crossed, as if he couldn’t care less what happened to one slave. His head was clean-shaven, as was his chin. The other man’s voice was just a little deeper than Frisk’s, but no smoother.
Frisk hesitated a moment, but then huffed and thrust Ryou forward. The hikari stumbled, moving then to the back of the truck along with the other slaves. There was only one other slaver close by, yelling orders to the prisoners, sending them into an open pen, where two others seemed to be sorting through them. It all seemed fairly lax.
Ryou took the opportunity.
He first moved to the other side of the truck door from the bald man, slowly climbing down as if he were nervous, glancing around. The space around them was fairly clear, but a short distance away were some trees, perhaps the start of a forest.
He ran. The ground under his feet was gravel and sand, and it hurt, of course, but he’d felt worse, and this might be his only chance at freedom.
“Rick, runner!” He heard a third voice shout, high and boyish.
“Hunter! Fetch!” That was the bald man’s voice, but Ryou ignored it, racing for the trees. He was in the grass now, only a few more feet and…
A sudden growl and something heavy struck him from behind, knocking the breath out of him as he fell. He couldn’t breathe, and whatever it was was still on top of him, not making his attempts any easier.
“Good boy.” The bald man, Rick?, said a moment later. “Off.” The weight moved and Ryou was hauled to his feet, still giving little pants as he tried to refill his lungs. His ‘attacker’ was a huge dog, maybe a pitbull cross or something, from the heavy build. It sat quite calmly now, giving him a wide, open-mouthed doggy smile.
“There’s always one stupid enough to try.” Rick grumbled, pushing him back in the direction of the slave pens. “You’re a bit bolder than you look, Kid.”
******
The rest of the day went more quietly. They were sorted into groups and led away to different metal shed-like buildings. Inside Ryou’s, caged spaces lined the walls, each perhaps seven feet square. A pipe ran along the wall just above waist height, an offshoot in each cage trickling water down to a low spot in the floor that narrowed down to a small open hole, where it drained away. An instant watering system, presumably meant for both washing and drinking. Hopefully it was sanitized, since, as the occupant of one cage they passed was revealing, the hole served as toilet as well.
Each of the cages here held one or two people, male and female, all quite attractive. The ones pretty enough to be sex slaves, Ryou reflected. Even with his hair in its rough cut, and bruised as he was, he couldn’t have argued with their decision.
They were fed, once, a simple stew that would have been than appetizing had Ryou not been so hungry. As it was, he was nearly ready to lick the bowl clean.
The rest of the time, except for the occasional guard wandering up or down the center, they were generally ignored. Ryou used the trickle to wash his wounds. One sharp rock had made a small cut on his toe, and he had a few scrapes from when he had been tackled. It was just a good thing he hadn’t still been on the gravel then. But after that, there really wasn’t much to do. The time slipped by slowly, and, eventually, Ryou fell asleep again.
******
It was night when he awoke, the high windows in the building too dirty to let in any of the stars’ light. Dim emergency lights were lit along the middle of the room, giving a little light to see by. In one of the cages, someone was crying softly. That wasn’t what had woken him, though, and as he listened he could catch it again, the far distant sound of a gun.
Then the lights suddenly went out.
For a moment, Ryou froze nervously, remembering the last time he had been plunged into darkness. And the quick, soft footsteps he could hear in the darkness didn’t help, either.
The footsteps kept pausing, every so often, and, when they paused in front of his door and he heard a soft click, he realised why.
The footsteps moved on, and Ryou rose to go to the door, reaching questing fingers through the chainlink. Yes, he was right. The padlock that had held his cage closed was unlocked. A little manoeuvring and he managed to push it free, and open the door.
The slave paused, considering. He could take the time to remove all the other locks, but that would lose him precious escape time. So, apologizing silently, he moved quietly down the hall towards the exit, keeping a hand on the cages to guide him. The heavy metal door was just slightly ajar.
This was far too easy, the hikari decided, pausing in the doorway to look around. Out here, with the stars and a quarter moon to light the area, he could see better, but that also meant anyone watching would be able to see him, as well. The sounds of fighting were louder out here, of course, coming from one of the other buildings. Obviously better not to go that way.
Instead, he slipped along the side of the building, looking for a better route. There was none, though, he decided, by the time he reached the other corner. The area back of the building was even clearer than the front. He would just have to make a run for it and hope.
He hadn’t gotten halfway before a horse galloped up, the rider reaching down and literally dragging him up and over the saddle. Ryou yelped and tried to struggle instinctively.
“Stop it.” A hand landed heavily on his backside and he did fall still, his conditioning prompting the response despite the fact that it definitely wasn’t Bakura who held him.
“You’re a lot bolder than you look.” Rick. Ryou felt a moment of despair, but then realised they weren’t moving back towards the building, but rather, away from it. He was handed off to a woman, among the same trees he had tried for earlier.
“Hello, Pretty Boy.” She greeted, as Rick wheeled his horse and rode off, presumably to look for more escapees. “Welcome to the resistance. Grandfather is waiting.” She strode off, without even a backward look, and Ryou only hesitated a moment before following.
He, and about a dozen other escaped slaves, were loaded into the back of a delivery van, whatever colour it had originally been painted over with a coat of dull black. This trip took what Ryou would guess to be a couple hours, possibly, and it brought him closer to Bakura, since the ‘fog’ between them seemed to lessen, to where he thought if he could just stretch a little further, just try a little harder, he might reach him. He did make the attempt, but with no success. They were still too far apart, apparently.
When the truck’s door opened, the newly freed slaves found themselves in a dusty old garage, lit with bulbs that grew brighter and dimmer at irregular intervals. The garage door was still open, and outside Ryou could the light from a single street light, illuminating the alleyway. Back in a city, or at least, a fair-sized town.
“All of you pay attention. Grandfather wishes to speak.” Ryou turned his attention towards the woman and froze. Standing there beside her, looking the same as he ever had, was Yugi’s grandfather.
******
“If you don’t make her be quiet, she’s going to give away our position.”
“Well, I don’t know how to make a baby stop crying. What do I look like, a wet nurse?”
You are Lord Kaiba’s girl.” Wolf glared at the soldier who had issued the last statement. He had been left here in the small house they were hiding out in with a small handful of men while Kaiba, with Shizuka and Mokuba, had gone to get supplies. Anzu had handed Ichigo to him and had gone to the bathroom, and the other woman, Amina, was in the bedroom sleeping with the new prince, Tehuti.
The fact that the blond was holding the baby was the only thing saving the soldier from a good beating.
“Are you jealous, Raul?” Wolf twitched at the faintly irritated tone behind him. Kaiba seemed to be keeping himself shielded since the escape, and not being able to feel where he was was making the slave a little jumpy. Just because the brunet liked sneaking up on him, of course.
“My lord.” Raul mumbled, a half apology.
“Too bad. You’re not my type. I prefer someone with a bit of backbone.” Wolf turned, bouncing the baby a bit, hoping that would settle her. Instead, she cried louder.
“Really, Mutt, haven’t you ever held a baby before?” And the ruler scooped the howling infant out of the confused blond’s arms, cradling her expertly against his shoulder. A few pats on the back, and Ichigo gave a little burp, instantly settling down.
“Where’d you learn that?” Wolf huffed. “Mokuba’s not that much younger than you.”
“We did spend a number of years in an orphanage, remember?” The younger boy interrupted then. He had arrived at the little house the morning after their own escape, with Anzu and Amina, and five trusted soldiers, having found a different way out. “The older children were expected to help with the younger.”
Wolf glanced back at the brunet, who certainly did seem to know what he was doing. It wasn’t that he was cuddly with her or anything. In fact, he seemed to be approaching it with the same professional air he did anything else. It was still… odd, the blond supposed.
“How long are we staying here? We should be doing something, finding out where Fox and Prince are.” They’d heard nothing from, or about, either of them, and they were well into the second day, now.
“Calm down, Pup.” Kaiba answered, handing the baby back to Anzu as she returned. She, too, gave him a surprised look, but didn’t comment.
“I just got a report from my spies. Yugi is fine. Bakura talked Honda-”
“Honda was behind this? I swear, the next time I see that bastard I’m going to pound him into dust.”
“Bakura,” The brunet repeated, giving Wolf an annoyed look, “talked Honda into giving Yugi to him, so other than a couple beatings, he’ll be safe enough. Better him than Marik.” He added when Wolf opened his mouth to speak again. The blond gave him a glare, but subsided sulkily.
“And nobody knows where Ryou is. He disappeared the night of the attack. Apparently Bakura insists he’s still alive, though, and he’s got all of his men out looking for him.”
Well, Wolf reflected, Fox was smart. Maybe he had escaped as well, and just didn’t know where to go now, so he was laying low for the moment.
“Yami has disappeared.” The ruler was continuing. “And the puzzle is broken.” Anzu let out a shocked gasp at that, and Wolf felt a stab of uncertainty. If this demon thing that had taken over could defeat Yami so easily, what hope did the rest of them have? And he couldn’t see this thing being any friendlier and kinder than any of the other monsters they had come across.
“The person I’ve been communicating with thinks he’s not dead, just gone back to whatever limbo he was in the first time the puzzle was broken.”
Well, Wolf decided, that was good news. Maybe. They would just end up in the same situation they had been in before, but that wasn’t any worse than this, was it?
“Honda seemed so nice, though.” Shizuka commented. “At least, he always was to me.”
“Honda was nice to you because he wanted to have sex with you.” Kaiba answered. Shizuka blinked, then blushed and Wolf shot the ruler a furious glare.
“As opposed to the ones who just kidnap and hold their would-be lovers captive.” He snapped.
“And which of those plans succeeded?” Wolf just glared at him again, not having an answer for that one.
“In any case, we should be safe enough here in the meantime. The puzzle pieces are scattered, and until they can be found and rejoined…”
“Only Yugi can do that, and it took him years the first time.” Anzu pointed out.
“Yeah, but he put it together in less than then minutes after Bandit Keith broke it.” Wolf added.
“If you do not stop interrupting me, Mutt, I will tie you in the cellar and leave you there the rest of the day.” Kaiba snapped. Wolf gave him a thoughtful look, and then flopped down in the nearest chair, deciding he meant it.
“And the same goes for you, as well.” He informed Anzu. That one, at least, was pure bluff. But with Amina able to nurse as well, it was, technically a viable threat. Anzu obviously realised that as well, averting her gaze.
“I haven’t the strength to take that demon on, so, until Yami returns and we can combine our efforts, we need to stay out of sight.
Great, Wolf thought. He got to hang around with a bunch of soldiers who thought he was nothing more than Kaiba’s bitch. This should be a riot.
******
Riot didn’t even begin to cover it, the blond decided later, lying gagged and hogtied on the dirt floor of the cellar. The cuff on his left wrist had been chained to the cuff on his right ankle, and vice versa, leaving him pretty much unable to move. Although, one of the soldiers now had a broken arm, and a couple others were going to have some lovely looking bruises in a day or two, so that could be counted a slight success.
He sort of hoped the bastard didn’t really follow through on his threat, or, at least, not entirely, since he was sure he could hear something moving around in the darkness. He wasn’t usually afraid of mice or rats, but when he was unable to move like this, if they decided they were hungry, his toes or fingers would probably make a nice snack.
Yes, there was definitely something there. And it was coming closer. Wolf started trying to wriggle away, but he hadn’t made much difference when the ’rat’ reached him and licked his nose.
Wolf blinked. The ‘rat’ headbutted him then, and started to purr loudly, rubbing up against his face.
They were in Egypt. Of course it would be a cat. He was such an idiot. At least no one had witnessed his embarrassing mix up.
“Really, Mutt,” Kaiba huffed as he opened the cellar door, turning on the light that was tied to the wall at the top of the stairs. “What has got you so worked up now?”
The cat sat and looked up at the brunet curiously, while Wolf blushed and completely avoided looking at him.
“You’re afraid of cats now?” The ruler’s tone was bland.
:Bite me.:
“Don’t tempt me. I’d like nothing better than to come down there and deal with your attitude.” The accent on the word left no mistake about how he intended to deal with it.
:Come and try it, asshole.: Wolf sent back angrily. :If you hadn’t snuck up on me when I was distracted, you’d be nursing a black eye too.:
“Perhaps. And perhaps you’d have a sore ass to deal with, instead of just chains.”
:Fuck you.:
And that probably wasn’t the best thing to say, Wolf thought, jerking at the chains as the brunet came down the stairs. The cat decided it had somewhere else to be, darting off.
“Really, Puppy.” A hand pushed the skirt of the outfit up, not that it had been hiding much, fondling his ass. “You shouldn’t make offers if you’re not intending to see them through.” Wolf tried to squirm away, but he didn’t achieve much. He certainly jumped, though, when a dry finger pressed against his hole.
:Bastard.: He growled, the remark rewarded with the finger actually pushing in. It didn’t hurt that much, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable.
“Something to say, Pup?”
:Stuck-up-: The insult was interrupted by a choked yelp as another finger nudged in. That did sting.
:Seto!: There was more whine in the name than Wolf would have liked, but he had no doubt the ruler would have continued, and he wasn’t in the mood to have this result in any more soreness than necessary.
“Finished fighting that quickly?” Kaiba mused, though he did remove his fingers, pressing them back in a moment later, well-slicked this time, lightly massaging the abused muscle.
:Damned, perverted-: Another yelp, this time from a quick slap, the angle just a little awkward because of his tied legs.
“It’s too bad I had to leave all your new toys behind.” Wolf figuratively bit his tongue at that one. He was all too glad to not have to find out what some of those things did.
Apparently, though, Kaiba had managed to grab something, as he felt it pushed into him. Small and slender…
:Fuck!: The statement came at the same time as the gasp as the thing inside him started to move. That damned vibrator, again.
No, he thought, feeling Kaiba’s fingers still teasing him open further, shifting the toy a little to achieve a better result, this one was different. Not that it was any less effective, and he squealed as it was pushed in to press right against the gland.
“Small, but it does the job.” It certainly was. He was hard already, just from that toy humming away. And Kaiba wasn’t helping, reaching further down to play absently with his sack. A single finger against the base of his shaft and he was coming embarrassingly quick, emptying himself onto the fabric of the skirt, still trapped under him.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He wasn’t allowed to rest, the toy still buzzing, more uncomfortable now than pleasurable. The ruler pulled him over to his side then and then back, repositioning him so that he was on his knees. Wolf cast an irritated look back at him, but then jerked, back arching as the buzzing got a little worse. Despite the pain from the oversensitivity, he was hardening again.
“Maybe if I wear you out you’ll stop causing trouble.” The ruler’s hand was firm on him now, stroking and squeezing lightly. The blond whined at the feeling, resting his head on his tormentor’s shoulder.
:Damn it, Seto.:
“Perhaps you’d prefer the real thing to a toy?” Kaiba asked, and Wolf silently cursed his body for reacting to that statement. Much at he disliked the thought, it certainly seemed to enjoy it.
“Calm down, Jou.” The toy was turned off and slowly removed. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex with a man. It doesn’t make you any weaker.”
Easy for him to say, Wolf reflected, as Kaiba undid his pants and slicked himself. He wasn’t the one getting called a girl.
Well, he had shown him, hadn’t he? It might be Wolf who was chained in the basement, but the bastard wouldn’t be using that arm again anytime soon.
“I’d much rather take you up to one of the bedrooms, but the main floor one is being used already, and the upstairs ones are too hot at this time of the day. So, we’ll just have to make do.”
The slave hissed softly around the gag as he was filled in one hard smooth thrust. He didn’t want to admit it, but it did feel better. The brunet’s shaft fit him in a way the toy couldn’t. Or, maybe, he had just been trained to fit Kaiba.
Whatever the case, he soon found himself pushing back to meet the thrusts. The chains were getting in the way, and Kaiba undid them and removed the gag, nudging his legs further apart and pulling him back so that he was practically sitting on the other man’s lap. He wasn’t sure when he started doing the work, riding the billionaire, but he seemed to get a better angle at it, each push back filling him perfectly.
“Good boy.” Kaiba murmured, reaching to stroke him again. Wolf only growled at him, too distracted to come up with a comeback. He wasn’t really that close to coming, since he already had, but…
And then the bastard pulled a new trick, picking up the discarded vibrator and pressing it to the space just behind Wolf’s balls. The humming was a surprise, and Wolf tightened his muscles, at the same time pulling forward, and Kaiba actually moaned at the feeling. He pressed the toy a bit more firmly and Wolf jerked again as the pleasure overwhelmed him and he spilled himself again, though, this time, at least, onto the dirt floor.
Kaiba resumed his movement, giving a few thrusts himself before he climaxed, holding his exhausted slave close.
“No more fighting, Puppy.” He murmured. “We’re shorthanded enough as it is.” Wolf just huffed, not feeling like answering. They stayed like that for a moment, then Kaiba pulled out, and before Wolf really had a chance to realise what was happening, his wrists were chained together behind his back again.
“Fucking asshole.” He snapped, tugging at the binding.
“You are being punished, Puppy. Be glad I’m not tying you back the way you were.” Wolf started to protest and Kaiba slapped a hand over his mouth, halting him.
“Keep barking, and I will.” The CEO pulled a handkerchief from a pocket, quickly cleaning himself up and straightening his clothes. Wolf glared at him pointedly.
“Don’t look so sulky. You brought it on yourself. Behave and maybe I’ll let you up for supper, although you are getting a bit sleek.” Wolf blinked and looked down at himself, well, maybe a little…
“If someone didn’t just leave me locked up or tied up all the time…” He began.
“If you would behave, I wouldn’t have to. Do you want me to put that gag back on you?” Wolf huffed and looked away, ignoring the brunet as he went back up the stairs and closed the door. At least he left the light on, this time.
And only a few minutes later, the little cat came back out of hiding, slinking over and dropping something proudly right in front of him. Wolf eyed the offering and sighed. A dead mouse.
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