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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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Well, not quite so late this time. Who knows, maybe next week I might get it on time again.
Annalee's fate is mentioned this chapter, though, if you blink, you'll miss it. I'll get back to her, possibly next chapter, dunno. And, as promised, the reason for Malik's odd behaviour. Even when he knows about it, he's still being somewhat affected, obviously.
I have to say, I really love the way you guys pick up on things I don't even notice when I'm writing. Venetia, I hadn't even thought about Kaiba being worried about Jou that way last chapter, though, now that you pointed it out, it does make perfect sense, of course. Just not something I had actively thought about. All those little insights, in turn, affect the way the story goes. And as for the previous relationships, probably not. Yugi most likely knew there was some interest there, since they are mindlinked, after all, but he either didn't realise how much feeling there was, or didn't return them in that way. (Not entirely sure. Could be he was just visiting that famous Egyptian river, too. lol) And, while I could imagine Kaiba showing some jealousy over Jou's actions pre-story, (probably revealing themselves as more-acidic-than-usual comments) I doubt Jou would have noticed, or accepted, it.
As for the chapter title, I have no clue. it just popped into my head and I liked it. Not really a lot of 'ill', physically, but I suppose an argument could be made for emotionally. I'm rubbish at chapter titles...

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It had been a far better day than the one before, Yugi reflected, as he scrubbed the shampoo out of his hair in Bakura’s shower. Honda and his demon had left the palace on a day-long hunt, (and Yugi preferred not to think about what the prey might be) and Bakura had forbade the hikari from leaving the suite and had disappeared as well. Probably gone to look for Ryou himself, since the spies he had sent out hadn’t found him yet. So there had no one to try to order him around or bother him.
Well, there had been those twins who had looked in, but they had just given him dirty looks and wandered off, muttering about the new toy not lasting long. Yugi had glared after them, but hadn’t bothered responding. It wasn’t like he wanted to be here.
He turned off the water, towelling himself dry and wrapping an extra towel around his waist, and wandered back into the livingroom, stopping in the doorway when he spotted the blond seated comfortably on the couch, playing idly with a length of cord.
“Yugi.” Malik greeted, then eyed him amusedly. “Bakura prefers you nude? Can’t say I blame him.” The slave flushed. He hadn’t been left anything to wear, and the closet that presumably held Bakura and Ryou’s clothes was locked.
“What do you want, Malik.” He snapped, still angry at him for yesterday. He hadn’t thought he would be the type to take advantage of a situation like that, but apparently his darker half was wearing off on him.
“Still grumpy? Really, Yugi, it was a punishment. I could have gone looking for Bakura’s stash of toys. I’m sure you’d squirm and squeal just as cutely as Ryou does. I imagine you’d learn to love them like him, too.”
“You’re both lucky Yami isn’t here. He’d mindcrush you both so hard you wouldn’t wake up for a month.”
“And you’d like that, I suppose?” There was an oddly suspicious look on the other hikari’s face.”
“I’d-” Yugi paused, frowning, shaking his head slightly. “No, I wouldn’t.” He didn’t sound all that sure, even to himself. He had been about to say he would.
“Hmm. Not sure which way that counts.”
“Counts?”
“Nothing important. Just a little wager Bakura and I made.”
“Dammit, Malik. I’m not a fucking toy. I almost wish-” Yugi bit back the rest of his statement, flushing a little. He wasn’t one to use language like that, and, there, again, he had been about to say he wished Yami was there to mindcrush him.
Malik only pouted faintly. “Suppose Bakura’s won, then. And I really did like that flogger.”
Yugi just glared.
“Calm down.” Malik stood, moving towards him, and Yugi took a few steps back, instinctively, before pulling himself up. Malik paused, looking amused.
“It’s the demon. He feeds on anger and aggression. And then he encourages it.” Yugi blinked.
“Tell the truth. You want to hit me right now.” Yugi did, honestly, but he held himself back firmly. “It’s happening all through the palace. Well, except for Bakura. He’s dealt with demons long enough that he’s managing to handle it, mostly. And I’m having some luck. Imagine that, something good actually coming from having Marik in my head so long.”
“Yesterday, then?” Yugi moved around the room, trying to put some obstacles between them without being obvious about it.
“If Bakura hadn’t been there, you would have ended up in a lot more pain. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it. I hadn’t even noticed the effect until Bakura mentioned it.”
“And now?” Yugi ventured, not liking the amused look in the blond’s eyes.
“I’ll try to keep myself in check. Just don’t make me angry. You should try not to upset Bakura, either.”
“Bakura already takes every opportunity to abuse me.” The smaller male snapped. The Egyptian only huffed at him.
“Bakura is being very gentle with you. I helped him train Ryou. You think a little blowjob and a gentle fuck is something to get upset about, or being forced to stand on tiptoes?” Yugi flushed at that. Was Bakura telling everybody the ways he was ‘training’ him?
“Be glad you’re not the one he’s got down in the dungeon. But then, you’d never be stupid enough to try to get rid of Ryou, either.” Get rid of Ryou? Certainly not. He’d welcome him back in a heartbeat.
“We did these things to Ryou, too, still do, only we’re less gentle about it with him. You’ve been coddled so long you need a soft hand.”
Yugi glared again. Coddled? Was that what they were calling it now? Just because Yami wasn’t quite the sadist Bakura, and, apparently, Malik, were…
Yugi! Yugi jumped and spun, staring behind him. Something sitting on the coffee table flashed gold for an instance, and that cold breeze blew on the back of his neck again.
“You look like you just saw a ghost.” The hikari jumped at the words, and Malik’s arms wrapped around him from behind, feeling oddly comforting.
“I… I heard something…” He stared at the spot where he had been sure he had seen something, for a moment, but it was bare, now. He remembered Malik’s words from the day before.
“Maybe only other item holders can see them, this time.”
“The puzzle.” He breathed, staring hard at the spot. Nothing appeared at all, though. “I thought I saw the pieces, but now I can’t.”
“Maybe when we’ve found them all, you will. Hopefully, since you’re the only one who can put it together.”
Yugi nodded absently, blinking then, blushing deeply as he realised that Malik had taken the opportunity to pull his towel loose. The blonde had his right arm wrapped across the slave’s chest, and the other was resting on his opposite hip. He immediately tried to pull free, but Malik only shifted his hand slightly, to grab the other hikari’s cock in a firm grip.
“I told you not to upset me, Yugi.” The blond murmured. Yugi closed his eyes, shivering faintly.
“Malik, don’t.” He pleaded.
“I wonder if Bakura still keeps those leather cuffs he had. There used to be a leather corset too. You always did look surprisingly cute in leather, after all.” Yugi wanted to pull away, wanted to turn and hit him, to do something, but with the other hikari’s hand settled in its sensitive position, he didn’t quite dare.
“Maybe later.” Malik said, after a moment, abruptly releasing him. Yugi was still a moment, in surprise, then darted away, putting the couch between them. Malik only gave him another amused look and moved towards the suite’s door.
“Behave yourself. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to give Bakura any more reasons to punish you.” And with that warning, he was gone, the door clicking as it locked behind him.
Yugi slumped down on the couch, feeling relieved and furious all at the same time. Part of him, the affected part, obviously, wanted to go after Malik and try to beat him senseless. More likely, though, the more rational part admitted, he’d just end up in the threatened cuffs and corset, tied down for whatever kinks the blond felt like trying out on him.
Feeling somehow like the previously nice day had been ruined, Yugi stretched out to try and calm himself down.
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Mr. Mutou didn’t recognize him at first, though Bakura couldn’t blame him. He hadn’t really been a common visitor to the game shop, and he did have a different hair cut and colour now.
When he did, though, and after the their location (Cairo) was cleared up, they spent a good hour catching up. Grandfather (He insisted Ryou call him that, Mr. Mutou was too formal, he claimed) had been part of the resistance since Japan had fallen. He had survived Domino’s destruction, but had been injured, and, by the time he had recovered, Yugi and the gang were already well into their slow retreat across Europe.
Ryou also learned about how things stood over on that side of the ocean. The rebellions in the Japanese territories and Russia had pretty much faded out, as the citizens decided that life was easier going with the flow than fighting it. There were still pockets of resistance in England, more specifically the Scottish Highlands, but then, the Scots were always more than ready for a good fight, after all.
Ryou was a little surprised, though, to find out that the attack at the Palace hadn’t been the rebellion, or, at least, not Grandfather’s chapter of it. He had admitted that it could have been one of the more violent chapters, perhaps from the African plains or the Iranian or Iraqi territories. They were always up to something, usually with deadly results. Grandfather’s attempts were a bit more passive, more along the lines of what Fox, Prince and Wolf had done, destroying weapons depots, halting and stealing from supply trains, rescuing slaves.
His first day in the building was spent rather quietly. That was normal for new recruits, to let them rest some after their ordeal, and allow them to decide whether they wanted to stay and join the rebellion, or try to start a new life elsewhere. Nobody was forced into anything.
Usually, the rescued were given two or three days, at least, but Ryou found himself so bored midway through morning on the second day that he joined a group heading out for restocking. Grandfather’s rebellion worked to support themselves, rather than just stealing from or bullying the local population, like some other groups did. They did get supplies from raids on the royal depots and such as well, but it was more reliable to have a steady source of income.
So off he headed to the markets, wearing a nondescript tan hooded cloak, the hood pulled up, though it wasn’t terribly likely that he’d be noticed. Bakura hadn’t come close enough to contact him, and, at the moment, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d have responded even if the yami was near. He was free again, and back to making his own decisions, it was a gorgeous day out, and the various bruises and bumps from his tumble down the stairs and subsequent mishandling weren’t bothering him too much.
It wasn’t meant to last. They were barely into the marketplace before one of the other rebels was recognized, the cops raising the cry. Ryou was given a push towards an alley, with a hushed command to separate and meet again back at the headquarters, and then everyone was yelling, and running.
Ryou ran, of course, vaulting over a booth of jewellery and darting down an alleyway. He came out the other side, and careened into a woman. Being polite, he tried to help break her fall, but the girl let out a startled yelp. A moment later, the hikari found his faced pressed against a handy wall with his arm hiked high behind his back, the girl’s husband or brother or whatever holding him there.
“I didn’t mean anything.” Ryou protested. “It was an accident.”
There was a moment of silence, and then he was suddenly spun around and pushed back again so his back was to the wall.
“Ryou.” Blue eyes bored into his, and he wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or horrified. “Bakura’s been looking for you.” Ryou blanched.
“It wasn’t my fault.” He protested. “I was kidnapped.”
“And I suppose you were just escaping from the kidnappers so you could return to him, of course.” Kaiba answered sardonically. Ryou looked away. The other brunet just huffed and tugged on his wrist, holding it in a grip that forbade any escape attempts. Ryou actually considered it, but then just followed quietly. So much for his short stint of freedom.
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They hadn’t yet reached the house when the mindlink suddenly reconnected, the mental force of it causing Ryou to stumble, and then, a moment later, he was in his soulroom.
Ryou’s soulroom couldn’t really be called a room, though. Instead, it was a clearing in a forest in late spring, the sun forever shining down on soft ankle-high grass, a light breeze rustling the new leaves, the air just the perfect temperature, a stream babbling through. The doorway was a curtain of ivy that hung from the interlaced branches of two of the trees. A statue of a young female angel, decorated by vines that seemed expertly trained to adorn and not to hide, stood near the far edge. It was quiet, and peaceful, and calm. Well, most of the time.
“Ryou.” He flinched at the tone, barely held back fury. “Where the hell have you been.”
“It wasn’t my fault.” He insisted, turning, falling to his knees then, hoping to appease Bakura’s anger a bit. The yami stalked over to him, and Ryou kept his eyes down on the grass.
“It was Annalee. She hit me with something and I passed out and-”
“Be quiet.” He fell silent obediently, steeling himself for what he was sure was going to come then. Bakura obviously didn’t want to hear his reasons. They would move right to the punishment, then.
“Where are you now?”
“Cairo.” There was little point in lying. “Near the marketplace. Kaiba was taking me somewhere.” He wondered what the other ruler had thought when he had collapsed. He hoped he wouldn’t worry too much.
“I’ll be interested to hear that little story. From him.” He added, when Ryou opened his mouth to speak. “I hardly think he bought you at the slave market.” The hikari simply kept his eyes down and remained silent. He’d end up in trouble either way.
“He’ll be taking you back to the safe house, then. I’ll wait until nightfall to retrieve you. And Ryou,” the spirit’s hand reached to tug his chin up, glaring down at him pointedly, “don’t do anything stupid. I’m not in a forgiving mood.”
“Yes, Kura.” Ryou breathed. For a moment, he wondered why Bakura hadn’t mentioned his hair, but the yami ran a hand through it then, a possessive gesture, and Ryou realised it was long again, here. Most likely its usual silver, too. He hadn’t even seen himself in a mirror with the new style, so it wasn’t surprising that his mental image of himself was still his old appearance.
“What about your hair?” Ryou flinched at the statement. He had caught that thought.
“T-they cut it.” He stammered nervously. “And dyed it brown.”
“They?”
“I don’t know. I woke up on the way to the slave pens and it was like that.” The growl that answered that made Ryou cringe, as he considered what punishments might be coming for the loss.
“Calm down, Tenshi.” The spirit said after a moment. He had moved away. “Come here.” Ryou looked up, finally, to see that Bakura had settled himself against a tree near the statue. He started to rise, but caught the yami’s disapproving look.
“Crawl, Ryou.” Part of the punishment, then. Ryou crawled over to him, thankful that there weren’t any sharp rocks hidden in this grass, though the white robe he always wore here, (an angel’s gown) would surely become grass-stained.
“Strip.” He obeyed that order too, still silent and docile, sitting back on his heels in front of his other half, legs spread slightly as he had been taught.
Vines twisted up from the ground, suddenly, tugging his arms back behind him, binding them tightly. Ryou was a bit startled at first, but he didn’t fight them at all, knowing better. This wasn’t the first time Bakura had used the parts of his soul room against him. He’d been fucked by dildos made of tree branches here (and thank god that soulroom trees didn’t leave splinters), been tied and whipped with the vines more times then he could count. The vines weren’t painfully tight this time, at least.
It was a little embarrassing doing this sort of thing under the sight of the statue, though. It seemed a little disrespectful to Amane. Bakura, of course, didn’t care, and the first, and only, time he had refused, had simply beaten him, and then taken what he wanted, in a much more painful fashion. So, as he usually did now, he simply sent a plea to Amane to forgive him.
“Again, Ryou? You never learn, do you? It’s just a part of your mind.” This wasn’t the first time Bakura had caught, and been annoyed by, the little ritual. The hikari glanced up at the statue. It had changed slightly, something that no longer seemed strange to him. The angel was turned away, hands covering her face, as if trying to give him what privacy she could.
Bakura’s hand in his hair drew his attention back painfully, and he yelped as he was tugged down, his face just over the spirit’s crotch. He knew what he wanted, of course, and, after a moment, complied, using his teeth and tongue to undo the zipper and button on Bakura’s pants. He had gone commando today, or here, at least, which made it all the easier for the slave to reach his goal, lightly nuzzling and lapping at the revealed shaft. He hated giving blowjobs, disliked the taste and the thought, but his dislike had only encouraged Bakura, and he had long since learned all the tricks.
It didn’t take long for the spirit to harden, and he petted Ryou absently as the hikari worked, mouth closing over the shaft, teeth carefully kept away as he sucked.
“Take it all, Tenshi.” Ryou gave a dismayed moan, and the yami chose to ignore it, only tangling a hand into the silver hair, giving an insistent push. Ryou slowly started moving downward, relaxing his throat and taking a few deep breaths before swallowing the spirit entirely. It had been a while since he had deepthroated, and he panicked instinctively for a moment. Bakura’s hand kept him firmly in place, though, and he settled, throat working around the blockage.
“I should have you teach the runt. He’s rubbish at this.” Bakura loosened his grip finally, and Ryou pulled back, gasping for breath. Bakura meant Yugi, of course, but why did he have him again? Another punishment?
“You really are out of the loop, aren’t you? The shrimp’s gone, at least temporarily. That useless hanger-on, the one that ran with Kaiba’s mutt, is running things, or, at least, until his pet demon gets bored and decides to kill him. I’m betting on another week.”
Yami was gone? Which meant Bakura had taken Yugi, obviously. Which meant the other hikari was, presumably, sharing Bakura’s bed.
Ryou felt a wave of jealousy. The yami had said before he wasn’t interested in Yugi, and yet, he had claimed him again. Bad enough that he had had to fight against Annalee for Bakura’s attention. Despite Bakura’s statement that he preferred a willing toy, Ryou knew he enjoyed the struggle. He was a sadist, after all.
Bakura pulled him down then, again, and Ryou’s gag reflex activated, since he hadn’t been expecting it. He barely got it under control when the spirit climaxed, sending his seed down the hikari’s throat, leaving Ryou with no choice but to try his best not to choke on it. Which led to a worrying thought. If he were to choke here, or suffocate, would he really die, or would he just pass out and wake up again. He didn’t technically need to breathe, after all. The air here wasn’t any more real than the trees or the sunlight, or his own body.
“Something to test later, possibly.” Bakura commented, and Ryou went pale. He didn’t really mean…
“For now, though, I expect you to return, and to behave yourself until I retrieve you. I’m sure you don’t want to give me an excuse to add to your punishments.”
“Yes, Yami.” Ryou muttered, sitting in pose again, watching the grass as the spirit disappeared suddenly. He thought of remaining where he was, taking what comfort he could from this place, but a warning brush against his mind decided him and, reluctantly, he returned to his body.
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