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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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So much for being on time. Reality intrudes again, this time in the form of a new dog. We bought it for my grandma to replace the one that died a month ago, cause she said she was lonely, and then a week ago she started calling and saying that the dog was tearing everything up and attacking her, etc. So, Tuesday, my sister went and got Ellie and brought her to my place, where she now stays with me and the three cats (possibly temporarily, possibly not). The worst habit this dog has (surprising considering she's a rescue dog in the first place) is when she doesn't want to go somewhere, she flops down and you literally have to drag her, which wouldn't be too bad for a normal lab mix, but she also happens to be a good ten or fifteen pounds overweight... She wants to be friends with absolutely everybody. So, obviously, as the family already knows, my grandma has some serious issues. Of course, she's now phoning saying she's so lonely and she wants her back (only she's mixing her up now with the first dog.)
If I get that irritating when I'm old, someone needs to shoot me... And you can keep this as written permission. lol
So, now that I sound like an ass (I realise I do, but from my end it's perfectly justified, she was a pita even before her mind went) here's the chapter. And we have plot. The return of Yami, (sort of) and an alliance (also sort of).
A couple notes: Kinbaku is a Japanese style of bondage, meant to be ornamental as well as functional. You can find basic Karada pictures easily enough online, though I'm not entirely sure you'd find one in this exact pattern... I use a little artistic license in it. Only a little, because it is a plausible arrangement, and it's probably been done somewhere. And subspace is a legitimate mental state. It's basically an endorphine high, usually obtained through pain, but a slightly different version can occur spontaneously in submissives in certain situations. Again, artistic license. Subdrop, which happens when a sub isn't taken out of subspace properly by their dom, or isn't given a proper chance to recover, can manifest physically, with flu-like symptoms.
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Yugi tugged again at the ropes that wrapped around his wrists, tied to rings driven into the sides of the piece of furniture he was laid out on, some sort of padded bench, thin enough that his arms and legs could reach down the sides comfortably, wide enough to properly support him, the head end lifted higher. The bindings held easily, of course. He hadn’t really been even trying, by now. The soft woven cord was wrapped around his chest and waist as well, in a tight karada pattern, though with more twists in the base rope, allowing the rope to be woven back and forth a few more times, constricting his chest. The crotch rope separated around his cock, knotted tightly again just behind his balls, then running up to tie to the start of the base rope, looped around the back of his neck. It was tight enough to keep the plug that had been forced into him, longer and wider than Yami or Bakura, buried deep. He had seen the toy before it was buried in him, the end of it notched so that the rope could be easily slid in or out of place, keeping the intrusive item from accidentally going too deeply. It had hurt, at first, but he had adjusted.
The rope pattern continued down each arm, the extra cord looped through the rings and run back up to tie well out of his reach. His legs were wrapped, too, each limb bound separately so that he could walk when needed, though two extra short lengths currently laced the ankle twists to the thigh ones, keeping his legs bent. The rope then continued through another pair of rings down the sides, forcing him to keep his legs spread and straddling the bench, allowing a full display of the metal rings wrapped close around his shaft and sack. There was also rope twisted around his throat. Like the chest ropes, it was constricting, but not dangerously so.
None of it was painful, of course, though he had to keep his breathing calm and shallow. Kinbaku wasn’t supposed to be painful, he knew that much, at least, and Bakura, wherever he had learned it, seemed to have done his research properly. The tying was designed for extended use. Even the toy within him vibrated lightly, not enough to be a torment, just enough to keep his interest.
The tying was supposed to be a punishment, or the beginning of one, at least. The thief had not been pleased when he had returned to his suite earlier that day only to find that Yugi was no longer there. He had, of course, gone in search of his new plaything. Yugi, meanwhile, had been unlucky enough to end up being cornered by a trio of randy guards. They hadn’t actually gotten more than a change to feel him up, liberally, before his captor showed up to reclaim him, fortunately.
He had fought, of course, struggled in the manacles that had held him on tiptoes while Bakura had wound the rope around him, had spit insults until the bit gag had been forced between his teeth, where it still rested. He had tried to pull free of the ropes, had tried to get at the knots, with no luck, long after he had been tied in place here, a blindfold wrapped over his eyes. Bakura had left the room at some point during his struggles, either that or he was being unnaturally quiet.
Now, it was actually strangely calming, lying in the quiet, and the dark. He had worn himself out fairly quickly by struggling, and had dozed, for a little while, he thought, maybe. Time had ceased to exist, and he really wasn’t sure whether he had been her an hour or a day, and as the stillness continued, he found himself caring less and less about any of it, until he seemed to be almost floating on the quiet and the calm, as if on a still pond. Even the ropes weren’t really felt any longer, the toy a soft gentle hum in the background of his mind, almost a quiet voice murmuring soothing words.
The door opened, he heard it, but it didn’t really seem all that important, nor did the voices that followed it. Bakura, part of him thought distantly, then added, Ryou.
“Settled down now?” The words took a long time to make sense, long enough for the spirit to move over to him, pulling the blindfold back and removing the gag.
“Well, isn’t that interesting?” Yugi just blinked up at him slowly, his eyes heavy. His lips still hadn’t formed an answer to the first question, and he forgot it now.
“Is he all right?” Yugi turned his head just a little, to regard the other hikari. Ryou looked different somehow. His hair, maybe.
“He’s gone into subspace.” Bakura answered. “He fought me enough while I was binding him, but he’s taken to this a lot better than you do, it seems. I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose, with his fashion sense.”
Something crossed Ryou’s face, but Yugi couldn’t have said what, only that it made him shiver. The stillness rippled around him, but then settled again, after a moment.
“Don’t upset him, Ryou. He’s not making a nuisance of himself, which has to be a first, I’m sure.” Ryou turned away.
“Go and get washed up.” Bakura continued, looking through some papers on the desk that stood near the window. It was obviously an office, the desk and chair, a few filing cabinets and a cupboard, and the bench Yugi was tied to, of course. “The dye’ll wash out in the shower.” Ryou hesitated a moment, long enough for Bakura to notice, looking up from what he was doing. A moment later, the hikari turned and left the room.
Bakura set the papers down and looked back towards Yugi. Again, there was that light tremor across the stillness, but the whispering voice seemed to get just a little louder, though still not enough to make out the words, and everything was peaceful again.
“You’re a little too quiet.” The yami commented, coming over and studying him critically. “How much of this is natural, and how much is him?”
The door opened suddenly then, and Honda came storming in, that demon behind him. The still pond shattered into a storm of sharp edged shards, and Yugi shuddered, gasping, straining against the bonds that held him.
“Dammit.” Bakura growled, turning towards the two interlopers. “What do you want?”
“We heard he went for a walk earlier.” Honda answered, eyes focused on the hikari who had once been his friend, not looking like he cared about the display one way or the other. “I wanted to make sure he was properly discouraged.”
Yugi must have looked even worse then he felt, since the usurper’s expression changed to a faintly pleased one. Not that the slave felt well at all, his body feeling chilled and feverish in turns, a throb forming behind his eyes, and his muscles aching.
“Fine. Now you’ve seen him. Get out.”
The demon lunged suddenly, one moment standing at ease, the next leaping toward Yugi, still bound helpless. Yugi jerked fruitlessly, then suddenly blacked out.
Light flared in the room, bright and true. The demon screamed in pain, the sound followed by a similar one from Honda. Then the flash faded, and Bakura glared furiously at the pair, the millennium ring glowing brightly.
“I said get out. And teach your pet some manners, before I do.”
“Remember your place, traitor.” The brunet snapped. “I can have you taken care of just as easily as all the loyalists.” But he did turn away, stalking out of the room, the creature slinking after him, looking smaller somehow.
Yugi still lay on the bench, unconscious, looking pale and ill. Though the padded leather of the furniture showed scorch marks, and the flooring around it, the ropes that bound him were untouched. Bakura let the glow of the ring fade away, resisting the urge to make a face at the tainted feeling. The light hadn’t been his. The power of the ring was too corrupted to do much more than irritate the demon, at the moment. None of the whole items could have. The upstart didn’t need to know that, though.
Yugi’s hand slid open suddenly, and something gold fell out of it, clinking as it hit the floor, balancing against the bench’s base. The eye in the middle of the puzzle’s keystone stared right at Bakura, and, for a moment, a nervous shudder ran up his spine. Then he shrugged it off, moving to retrieve the piece. If the Pharaoh had been upset about the thief’s methods, he wouldn’t have hesitated to turn some of that blast on him as well. And the ropes wouldn’t have escaped unscathed.
“Kura? What happened?” Ryou paused in the doorway, glancing around. The room, Bakura had to admit, was a mess, the formerly neat papers spread around the floor, the desk chair spun back, a painting of an oasis at sunset hanging askew on its nail, the cushions from the couch scattered on the floor in front of it.
“His royal pain in my ass decided to make his presence known, is all. He objected to the wanna-be’s attempt to get rid of the runt.” The thief released the topic of their conversation from the bench, though leaving the ropes wrapped around him. The one was loosened enough to remove the plug, before being tightened again. He was set down on the couch, then, Bakura picking up a semi-folded afghan that lay beside the couch, flicking it open and dropping it over Yugi. It was plenty big enough to cover him entirely.
“Yami was here?” Ryou looked around the room again. Yes, he could see the spirit throwing a fit over someone hurting Yugi.
“He used the brat as a focus. He’ll have a hell of a headache when he wakes up, on top of the effects of dropping.” Bakura was furious. If he hadn’t had the foresight to act like it had been him who had attacked… As it was, the damned monster would probably be after his blood now. Honestly, endangering himself for a fool hikari…
And not even his hikari. If he wasn’t so frightened the Pharaoh would…
Wait, what?
“Ryou, stop projecting. Go and sit down.” His own Light was still standing in the doorway, looking like he was wondering if it wouldn’t be better to find somewhere else to be. Bakura checked his own shields, strengthening them a bit. Unfair of him to call the boy out on it when he was broadcasting his anger himself. Not that the thief was generally known for being fair.
Ryou obeyed silently, setting at the far end of the couch from Yugi. It was a large couch, there was plenty of room, but Ryou pressed against the arm, though trying not to be obvious about it. Bakura rolled his eyes. That jealous streak was becoming annoying. The brat might have been useful to take his frustrations out on, now and then, but he was too mouthy, and, at the same time, fragile, to make a good long-term pet. His yami, though… Bakura would have loved to have had the shrimp wrapped in those ropes, tied and at his mercy. Breaking in the Pharaoh would have been great fun.
He didn’t notice Ryou’s uncertain shiver as he moved about the room, entertaining his fantasies while he straightened up the mess.
******
“Hey, look. Those are funny looking skewers.” Kaiba’s wrist was jerked as Jou stopped, yet again, to stare at something. The mutt seemed intent on retaliating for the leash he was on by needing to be frequently dragged away from the various displays. Not for the first time that day, the ruler felt a twinge of regret for the idea of bringing his pet, despite his need for some exercise that didn’t involve a bed.
“Why do you think they’re curved like that?” The brunet turned, finally, to see what had caught the blond’s attention this time. Long slender rods, some plain and straight, others curved just slightly, with the heads wound or beaten into fancy designs, set with gemstones. After a moment, his lips twitched in an amused smirk.
“I’ll buy a couple and I can show you.” He answered, prompting a suspicious look from his slave.
“Yeah, all right…” He answered after a moment, though Kaiba didn’t need the mindlink to sense the uncertainty there. He resisted the urge to chuckle at him, instead looking over the selection. Jou was already distracted by something else at the next booth, so he didn’t notice the set the salesman produced then, sensing a rich customer. They were plain enough themselves, made of steel, of course, and curved smoothly, but the heads were designed to fit into one of the caps that the merchant also displayed. Kaiba picked out a full set and a couple of the caps, handing the coins over. They were expensive, but just because he wasn’t in hiding didn’t mean he didn’t still have money, and he was just sure his puppy would behave quite amusingly when he showed him exactly what the sounds were properly used for. He’d probably need to make sure he had plenty of rope on hand as well…
But that would have to wait for later. At the moment, he had more important concerns.
“Move it, Mutt. I want to get there before nightfall.” A quick jerk and a strangled yelp, and Jou was back beside him, tugging the choker loose again and giving him a half-hearted glare. Kaiba ignored it as he moved on.
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The part of town they ended up in looked even rougher than the safehouse’s neighbourhood, certainly not somewhere the co-ruler of most of the world would usually go. But, desperate times, Kaiba reflected, wrinkling his nose as he bypassed a messy pile of… something organic, he supposed.
Jou’s attitude had changed as well, a bit, and he followed close enough that the leash was slack, his expression cool and his posture arrogant, looking almost as if he wore the leash and followed his master by choice, rather then by command. But then, he had grown up on streets like these, Kaiba supposed. He’d be used to them, even if the faint confusion in his mind meant he didn’t know why they were here.
“Stop right there.” The man that stepped into sight obviously meant business. Not overly tall, but well-muscled and bald, (what was it with ‘tough’ men and being bald) he was certainly a guard of some sort.
“I have a meeting with Grandfather.” Kaiba’s lips twisted around the title, giving it a sardonic edge. He knew full well who the old man was. The fool played at being a rebellion leader, though it was only Yami’s fondness for him that had kept Kaiba from long-since having set Bakura loose on him. His group barely qualified as a nuisance, most days, their antics consisting of freeing slaves and raiding buildings and such. But, they were also the least distasteful of the rebel groups, and he needed men. Honda’s raid on the south end yesterday, and the subsequent public torturing and killings that morning, had proven to everyone who could claim to be sane that he had no business ruling a household, let alone an empire.
“Who’s that?” Jou piped up, as the man considered a moment, then waved Kaiba to follow, leading them through the garbage-strewn streets. Kaiba didn’t bother answering. He’d find out quick enough.
The guard led them to an abandoned warehouse, one of many in the area. He paused just inside the door, watching them silently. Jou glared back, his frame tensting for a fight, but Kaiba ignored the both of them pointedly, only making sure he had a good grip on Jou’s leash.
“Seto Kaiba.” The voice was the same as ever. “Come begging for help, I see.”
“Hardly.” The brunet answered coldly, at the same time as Jou perked up and moved forward.
“Gramps. You’re alive. Boy, is Yugi goin-” The statement was cut off with a strangled sound as Kaiba jerked back on the leash. Jou gave him an irritated look, but returned to his side after a moment.
“Still haven’t figured out that you can’t buy whatever you want, I see.” The old man huffed.
“Of course you can. The currency just isn’t always money. Sometimes it’s fear.”
“I ain’t afraid of you.” Jou bristled. Kaiba ignored the comment.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have Rick here just shoot you.” Grandfather interrupted. “I’m sure no one would really mind."
“To the contrary, the Puppy would take it very badly were I to pass suddenly, I assure you.” Jou gave him an uncertain look at that, and he sent a soothing touch absently. He was partially bluffing. Even he didn’t know how the bond would react to one of the pair’s sudden demise.
“But that isn’t important at the moment, anyways. Even you have to agree that we four are far better at ruling then the hothead in charge at the moment. The people we killed were, usually, actually guilty.” Honda had just picked people at random yesterday. Women, men, even a couple older children.
“Keep talking.” Grandfather muttered, looking reluctant to admit that point.
“I need men. The army we had destroyed themselves, and what remains, for the most part, is loyal to Honda, or under the demon’s control. I have enough money to outfit whoever you can scrounge up. And we,” he was taking a chance with this point, but while he might end up spending a month or two in the shadow realm for it, he would, at least, live through the experience, “might be willing to discuss a few points of contention over our way of doing things.”
“First, you take that leash and collar off him. The only men in my buildings are free ones. And you hand over your millennium item.”
“I didn’t bring the rod with me.” He had left it behind, already anticipating the demand. As for the other point, fine. The collar and leash weren’t what really controlled Jou, after all.
“Take them off.” He ordered, handing the leash to the blond. Jou took it, looking shocked, frankly, and more than a little uncertain. Another soothing mindtouch.
“He will be leaving with me, still.”
“We’ll let him decide that.” The old man answered, then waved them further into the building.
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