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It Comes Around	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, everything concerning the plot of this story, I made up. Seth was not a foreigner, he was Atemu's cousin. I have no flipping idea how they all died, but this wasn't it. I don't even know that Marik, Tristan, Duke, or Joey had past lives in Ancient Egypt (though I think it probable that at least Joey did). I know that Yugi and Ryou didn't have seperate bodies as I say they did. Don't use this as a source for any kind of information whatsoever. I barely know anything about Egypt, so don't even take me at my word on any of the incidental info. Basically, I just took Kazuki Takahashi's characters and screwed them up and over royally.
All future pairings: Joey/Duke, Joey/Seto, Joey/Tristan, Joey/Tristan/Duke, Joey/Tristan/Duke/Seto, Marik/Ryou, Tristan/Duke, Bakura/Ryou, Bakura/Marik, Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Marik/Seto, Marik/Bakura/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou/Seto, Yami/Seto, Yami/Yugi, and maybe more, like Tristan/Seto or Duke/Seto. That's currently undecided.

It Comes Around
CHAPTER THREE
Warnings: Lemon, Minor, Rape

Pairings: Bakura/Ryou
~*~
Baku looked down at the boy cowering at his feet, maybe a few years younger than him. With slaves, it was difficult to know. He was a mess; his few rags of clothing were nearly as filthy as his skin, his long white hair dirty and matted. Baku nudged his chin with his toe to make him look up at him, exposing the heavy iron collar on his neck.
"What's your name?" he demanded.
The boy looked up at him with frightened brown eyes. "R-Raio..." he said quietly.
"You belong to me now, Raio. Forget any other man who has ever owned you. You will belong to me until the day you die, probably by my hand. Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes..." Raio stammered. He'd probably heard that before, then been traded or sold away, but Baku meant it. He had no intention of wasting his money to buy another boy when this one was still alive and able to work.
"Go clean yourself up," he said dismissively. "Find me when you're presentable."
"Yes, master..." the boy said quietly, quickly leaving without meeting his eyes again.

~*~
Bakura opened his eyes with a growl, finding himself staring at the ceiling. He had fallen asleep on the couch.
He sat up, cracking his sore neck, the air cool on his shirtless upper body. He hadn't seen Ryou in two days, but he could feel his fright at all hours. The boy was still terrified that Bakura was going to kill either him or Marik, thereby getting himself killed by the Egyptian yami, though he no longer had any intention of doing either. He simply needed to teach Ryou who his master was, had always been, would always be. He had come to the conclusion that Ryou had not been malicious in his betrayal of him, just uninformed. He didn't understand how things were supposed to be. Bakura saw that it was his responsibility to teach him.
Ryou was currently asleep, though even now still wracked with fear; that suited Bakura. He walked upstairs for the first time since he'd banished Ryou to his room and silently opened the door to see him. The room was immaculate, not a book or stray paper out of place, not an article of clothing to be seen save what he was wearing, exposed to the early-morning sunlight by the covers thrown to the foot of the bed in his dreams. There was a framed picture on the desk, of his family, his parents and his little sister - all dead. Bakura used his magic to turn it face down with a small "clack", then slipped inside and shut the door.
He stood over his light, looking down at him. Ryou was in the grip of a nightmare, and he shook his head and quietly moaned a few words. There were dark, fading bruises on his face. Bakura sat on the bed and kissed him roughly, invading his mouth with his tongue.
Ryou tried to pull away as he woke up, not sure what was happening but still afraid from his dream. Bakura held him painfully tight, not letting him go until he was good and ready. He finally let him go and looked down at him.
"Bakura..." Ryou said hesitantly.
Bakura hit him in the face. "I didn't say you could speak to me, whore. I don't want to hear a sound out of you - not a sound."
Ryou held his tongue, looking up at him with those wide, frightened brown eyes, unsure what Bakura intended. His yami answered that question immediately when he kissed him again, roughly pulling off his shirt. Ryou knew instinctively not to help him, but let him, not struggling, and Bakura tweaked his nipples, hard. He didn't make a sound, barely gasping. Bakura squeezed them tighter, hurting him, but he still obeyed his yami and forced himself to remain silent.
He was satisfied that Ryou had passed the first test and unceremoniously ripped his pants and underwear off. He could feel his hikari stifle a startled noise, and he pushed his legs apart. The yami didn't bother to remove his own pants as he pulled out his throbbing erection and roughly pushed himself inside of Ryou without preparation. The light arched his back slightly, his fingers digging into the bed, biting his bottom lip to hold back a cry with his eyes clenched shut. Bakura could feel his pain in his mind and savored it, as he savored Ryou's incredible, painful tightness around him.
He thrust into him quickly, forcing his passage to open before him. Ryou forced himself again not to cry out, barely holding it in by biting down on his lip, the pain he was causing himself making the pain his yami was causing him bearable. Bakura tilted his head back down.
"Look at me," he commanded harshly. Ryou opened his tear-filled eyes and looked up at him silently. Bakura stared down into his eyes as he repeated his actions, drawing out of the boy and slamming back into him. Ryou blinked quickly and continued biting his lip, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
Bakura continued roughly raping his hikari. Ryou fought to keep his eyes open and not make a sound, even as the tears overflowed his eyes and rolled down his cheeks toward the bed as the pain refused to leave him, only growing. The only sounds were their labored breathing, the slight sounds of the bed, Bakura's quiet grunts as he repeatedly thrust deep and hard into him.
Ryou's pain and helplessness turned Bakura on even more, and he didn't last long inside of him. He growled and came inside of his hikari, spilling his seed inside of him. He pulled out of him and tucked himself away after a moment of harsh breathing, sitting back. He saw blood on Ryou's lip from biting himself to keep himself silent.
"You can speak to me now," he said, still coldly. Ryou sat up, in obvious pain but ignoring it, and clutched at Bakura's chest.
"Thank you," he said quietly, still crying. "Thank you, Yami. Thank you for forgiving me..."
"I own you," Bakura said, letting his hikari hold onto him. "Until the day you die-"
Ryou unexpectedly finished it. "...Probably by your hand..."
"Precisely," the spirit said, not showing his slight surprise that Ryou remembered. He pulled away from Ryou's clutching, needy hands. "You can go get something to eat now." His hikari hadn't eaten in two days and was starting to show it. Ryou started to silently pull his clothes back on, and Bakura left the room.
He ran a hand through his hair and walked into his own room. He hadn't been upstairs since he brought Ryou home, and he felt the need to change into clean clothes. He never would have worried about it before, but since finding himself in this time it had become a habit.
Soon a smell drifted through the house, and Bakura followed it downstairs. He found a plate at his place at the table, holding an assortment of still slightly steaming bacon and sausages, nothing but meat, just the way he liked his breakfast. Even not having eaten for two days, Ryou still made him food before attending to himself. And Bakura knew that if there wasn't enough he would go without, and he knew he would let him.
Ryou joined him in a few minutes, and started eating silently, his eyes skittish and downcast. Bakura ate his meat at a leisurely pace, despite the fact that he would have preferred it less cooked. Ryou said it was unsafe to eat raw meat; he thought Ryou was full of crap.
::You do forgive me, right, Yami?:: Ryou asked after a few moments of silence. Bakura was didn't answer immediately.
::Yes,:: he finally replied.

~*~
Hon-da crossed his arms. "You're notorious for playing around, Jou. if all you want is a little fuck, go ahead and tell me, because I'm perfectly all right with that."
The blond grinned a little. "I'm that famous, huh?"
"'Infamous', is more like it."
Jou shrugged. "Really, I want more than that this time. This is new to me, but I want more than your body - though that's nice too." He grinned again.
The guard shrugged. "Sorry, Jou - I don't believe you. For all I know you say this to every guy you want to get into bed. Sorry." He shook his head.
Jou looked ill. "Please, Hon-da, I mean it. What do I have to do to prove it to you?"
The brunet looked thoughtful. "One week," he said finally. "One week without sex."
"What?!" Jou fairly yipped.
"None of your guards - or mine, for that matter. None of the priests or sorcerers. Not even any of the slaves. One week completely without sex."
"But-" he sputtered. "A week? I can't do that!"
Hon-da shrugged. "If you want me the way you say you do, you can."
"A week?"
"And that includes Seth," he said. "Stop trying to seduce him."
"I'm not trying to 'seduce' him," Jou muttered. "I'm trying to fuck him - but he's about as responsive as one of his stone dragons."
"That's my price," Hon-da told him. "If you can do it for exactly one week, you can have me."
Jou groaned. "You're serious."
"Completely."
"What happens if I can't do it?"
Hon-da smiled innocently. "You'll never even have my body."
The pharaoh's guard groaned again and closed his eyes. "All right - I'll do it," he said. "I'll try to do it. I don't know if I can - I don't think I can, but I'll try."
Hon-da smiled again. "Good. Come back to me next week and we'll see how you did."
Jou left, shaking his head.

~*~
Tristan stretched with a half-asleep moan. "Mmm.... Jou..." he murmured, then opened his eyes, slowly. The numbers on his clock glowed redly: 8:23. He blinked, then sat up.
"Crap," he said. School started almost half an hour ago. He threw some clothes on, grabbed his bag, and rushed out the door with a quick "I'm late," to his parents.
He met Joey about two blocks from the school and his heart skipped a beat.
"Woke up at eight-twenty," he said, walking beside the blond.
Joey grinned. "I got you beat - I woke up at eight-thirty."
Tristan walked on with a smile. For some reason, he felt the sudden, unexplainable urge to hold Joey's hand as they walked, and shook his head slightly.
Joey's hand twitched as though he'd heard Tristan's thought and he wiped it on his pants. Tristan managed to resist the urge, and they got to school only forty-five minutes late.
Duke watched them come into the room together and hand their late passes to the teacher. His deep green eyes followed them unblinkingly as they walked to their seats a couple rows in front of him. He wondered what they had been doing. He assumed they had overslept... but, together? Or maybe they had taken a detour, made themselves late that way...?
He angrily closed his eyes, trying to make himself stop thinking like that. These were his friends, not his boyfriends. Not each others' boyfriends, either. He had to stop doing this! He couldn't fantasize Joey and Tristan any more - it was affecting his sleep, giving him strange flashes of dreams, of the two of them... or the three of them. He hadn't even known he was gay until he met them, but now he couldn't get them out of his head, and he had a hard time trying to concentrate on anything else. Like the teacher in the front of the room.
He noticed Yugi looking at them, and felt a little stab of jealousy. They may not actually have been his, but he sure didn't want Yugi staring at his guys. If he couldn't have them, he at least wanted to be the only one staring at them.
With a silent sigh, he tried to pay attention to the teacher, knowing his mind was going to wander.

~*~
Marik approached Yugi after school.
"Hey, Marik!' Yugi sounded excited. "How's the stuff coming?"
The Egyptian seemed preoccupied, worried. "It's done. You can come get it now if you want."
"Great!" His eyes shone brightly.
Marik didn't quite look him in the eyes. "Yugi, have you seen... or heard from... Ryou?"
The smaller boy was confused. "No, I don't think so. Not over the last couple days, anyway. Why? Is something wrong?" He sounded suddenly alarmed.
"I don't know... He wasn't in school today. I'm... worried." It showed in his face.
"Ryou misses a lot of school," Yugi assured him. "There's nothing to worry about, I'm sure."
Marik finally met Yugi's eyes, and he seemed deathly serious, frighteningly intense. Yugi recoiled a little before that gaze. "Do you know why Ryou misses so much school, Yugi?" he demanded. Yugi opened his mouth to answer, but Marik went on. "His yami beats him and he doesn't want anyone to see the marks, so he misses school, at least once every other week."
The shorter teen was shocked. "Oh..." he said quietly. "I had no idea..."
"I know. Nobody does; nobody cares." He seemed angry.
Yugi rushed to defend himself and his friends. "That's not true, Marik. We all care about Ryou. We just didn't know anything was wrong."
"Because you never cared enough to find out." His voice was laced with bitterness, but he didn't seem to want to argue. "I think it might be worse this time, though. I think his yami might have killed him..." He looked away again, worry and guilt on his face.
Yugi was alarmed again. "Why would you think that?"
"He caught us together at the football game... I don't know why I'm not dead. I was knocked out, and when I woke up, Ryou was gone. I haven't heard from him since." He shook his head. "Anyway, your aphrodisiac's done." He walked away, and Yugi looked after him for a moment before running off toward home, as worried as Marik.

~*~

Yugi gnawed at his lower lip as the phone rang, tapping his foot anxiously. Ryou finally picked it up.
"Hello?" His quiet accent sounded just as it always had.
Yugi breathed a sigh of relief just to hear his voice. "Ryou - are you all right?"
"Of course I am, Yugi. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, Marik was worried about you... He thought your yami might have... hurt you." Yugi felt a little nervous, talking about it. The idea that Bakura would actually hurt his hikari, maybe even kill him... He almost couldn't believe it.
"Tell him I'm all right, please." Yugi could finally hear some real emotion in his voice. "I can't talk to him; just tell him I'm okay. Bakura didn't hurt me."
"Why weren't you in school?" he asked, concerned.
Ryou just laughed it off. "It was nothing. I just think I caught something at the football game." He laughed quietly. "Of course, I also think I'm a hypochondriac."
Yugi smiled slightly. "All right; if you're all right..."
"Yes, I'm fine," he reassured him.
"Then take care."
"I will."
He hung up, and Yami turned toward him. "He was lying," he said, sure of himself. "Bakura hurt him very badly."
"I know that," Yugi sighed. "But he doesn't want us to know. Why's he protecting him?" It confused him very badly why someone as kind and gentle as Ryou would protect someone who hurt him, why he would hide it instead of asking for help.
"I don't really know," Yami admitted. "I assume he has his reasons. I think he must love Bakura very much."
"How can he?" The idea was utterly foreign to him.
Yami just shrugged. "I don't know. Who people love doesn't really follow any rules."
Yugi seemed dissatisfied with the answer, and just looked out the window. "Can we go to Marik's and get that aphrodisiac now?" he asked. "He said it was done."
"Sure."
They walked to the house Marik shared with his yami. Marik answered the door.
"Hello," he said. He still seemed worried, and Yugi felt the need to comfort him.
"I called Ryou," he said. "He wanted me to tell you he was okay. Bakura didn't hurt him." He smiled reassuringly, but Marik's eyes darted behind him.
"Sh!" he hissed. "Malik's here. Just get your stuff and leave." He stood aside and they came in, nonplussed.
::I think Marik's relationship with his yami is similar to Ryou's,:: Yami said in Yugi's mind. The smaller teen looked sad, but little else.
Marik handed them a small, clear container of a thin, colorless liquid. Yugi opened it and sniffed it curiously.
Marik slammed it shut. "Don't smell it; that's how it works, baka!"
Malik laughed from the doorway, and they all turned toward him, Marik almost flinching. "Let the runt smell it," he said. "It would be amusing to see him under its spell."
"But it doesn't have a smell," Yugi protested. "It looks like water."
"Exactly," Malik said. "It's nearly undetectable; there's no way to know it's there unless you're intimately familiar with it. There are two ways to use it: mix one drop - a single drop, absolutely no more - with the food or drink of your victim - subject - or mix a few drops with water and leave it sit out, so that the smell will affect them. Mixing it with the food or drink is faster, but letting it sit out will affect everyone in the room."
Yugi looked at it curiously. "What happens if we use too much?"
Malik smiled evilly. "Don't. That's something I would do." Yugi shuddered slightly and looked away, and Malik laughed at his reaction. "There's more than enough there to last you for the rest of your lives if you use it with any kind of sense. I would use it sparingly, if I were you. It's very powerful."
Yami didn't want to remain around Malik for any longer than he had to. "Thank you," he said formally, and steered Yugi toward the door. Marik went to let them out.
::Do you want to use it now, aibou?:: Yami asked as they walked back to the game shop.
Yugi considered it. ::Probably tomorrow,:: he said.
::As you wish.::

~*~
Seth diligently read from his scroll in the cool throne room, well lit with reflected sunlight. He would have been in the library, blessedly alone, except that as High Priest his presence was too often required here and it was inconvenient for him to constantly go back and forth, as well as bad for his health. He was smart enough to realize that he was not a native of this land, and he didn't stand up well to the heat, as much as it pained him to admit weakness.
The others also liked having him here, even on days like this when he knew he would not probably be needed. He was under no illusions as to why; it certainly wasn't for his stimulating conversation.
"He reminds me of a cat, sitting over there all alone. A beautiful, regal cat."
Yug's quiet comment echoed to his sharp ears across the room. He gave so sign that he'd heard. It didn't bother him to be compared to the holy animal, nor to be thought beautiful.
"You forgot stuck up."
His slight sneer was instinctive, though he didn't look up. Of course Jou would find some way to butt into any conversation about him. If he ever wasn't trying to get him into bed, he was trying to provoke him into a fight, and while he had never yet submitted to either, every time he tried the former the latter became ever more probable.
"You only say that because he won't sleep with you."
"No shit."
Anyone else would have been executed for using profanity in the presence of the pharaoh, but Jou's reply to Devin went unheeded. The pharaoh kept his court so informal, which only served to irritate Seth. He knew that the others were here to work no more than he was, but as the closest thing the pharaoh had to friends. Just as he knew he was here for them all to look at. They thought he was beautiful and exotic, but not really one of their companions. He knew that that view at least guaranteed that they would usually leave him in peace.
He glanced up at them over his scroll. Yug was sitting on the floor in front of the pharaoh, leaning against the throne, the pharaoh stroking some of his hair. To anyone else they would have looked identical, but he could see through the magic that was disguising him to see that Yug was actually six inches shorter than their ruler, his eyes a different shape and color, his hair actually somewhat different. They were similar enough, though, that the pharaoh need expend little energy to keep up the illusion.
Jou, Devin, and Hon-da were gathered behind and to the right of the throne. Jou as still looking at him, and their eyes met, both refusing to look away. The blond smirked at him; he looked impassively back, cold and superior. If he wanted "stuck up," he would get "stuck up".
Then Hon-da made Jou look away, and Seth smirked to himself, looking back down at his studies. He won every time. Just as he would win any physical fight the blond finally managed to draw him into. Even so, though, he knew he would never fight him; if he fought him, he would kill him, and if he killed him, he would be executed, stripped of his powers and killed. Jou was one of the pharaoh's friends, and Seth knew he himself was little more than a decoration. The pharaoh would be on Jou's side.

~*~
Seto awoke with a strange emotion clouding his mind, a cold, bitter loneliness tinged with anger. It felt so good, like falling back into an old mold, and he just lay in the darkness, letting himself feel it without trying to figure out why. It wasn't particularly strong, but if he thought about Yugi or his friends he found that it grew in intensity. For some reason it felt good to be so angry, and he savored it as he fell asleep again.

~*~

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