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Royalty	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4943 -:- 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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Author: Well, I�m glad everyone�s enjoying my fic so far, I�m
really really rushing it so if it begins to sound cheesy, please don�t kill me!
Ryou: Errr� ><
Author: Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers! There aren�t many but
you guys deserve to read!
Ryou: And I give roasted marshmallows to those who let me keep the
flame to roast them!
Author: Sure sure�anyways, I�ll keep the flame up just for Ryou
who seems to have a fetish for roasted marshmallows now so yes�on with the
chapter! Please R&R!!!

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Ryou�s heart wrenched in pain at the sound of Bakura�s voice, it
sounded so lost. Trembling, he reached out and held the cut hands that were
gripping onto the bars, �He misses you so much Bakura. He doesn�t seem to have
lost any feelings for you in the time you two were separated. Forgive me for
making so many assumptions, I only met him yesterday, but I know he still loves
you very much.�
�He does, does he? Idiot�� Ryou gazed into the young man�s eyes to
see blood tears flowing from his eyes. With not enough water in his body to
have tears flow, blood flows in its place. �I miss him as well�It�s been so
long��
�Nine months��
�Nine months is it? Felt like an eternity. A bloody fucking
eternity since I last saw him, since I last saw light. I�ll tell you Ryou�I�m
losing my sanity�I�m going to go insane soon if I am not out of this hellhole,
and you just made me more damned determined to get out of here.� Bakura
coughed, evidently ill from months of malnutrition, �I�m given on cup of water
every three days Ryou�just to survive� and food once in every so many fucking
days�� He gazed up hungrily, �Come here��
There was a glint of craziness that reflected off his eyes as he
spoke, and Ryou could feel fear rising in his chest, but he leaned forward
nonetheless. Bakura slapped his hands out of Ryou�s hold and grabbing the
smaller boy�s head, wrenched him into rcefrceful, wild kiss.
Ryou�s eyes widened in horror, completely terrified by the
dry lips that violated him.ura ura seemed to be licking every
single section inside his mouth, suckling at the same time. The
other boy�s mouth tasted absolutely disgug; tg; the taste of blood, sand, dirt
and plaque. When he was finally released, he flew back, out of arm�s
reach in case he was attacked again. He covered his mouth, not believing that
he was just approached like that.
Bakura licked his lips in satisfaction, �Such a moist mouth�that
certainly satisfied my thirst��
The other boy was absolutely shocked; Bakura kissed him just so he
can get a bit of moisture?!
Bakura reached out, his hand shaking, his muscles completely
sapped of energy, �I won�t hurt you�please come here�I have something to give
to you that you have to give to Marik for me�� When Ryou didn�t budge he grew
apologetic, �I�m sorry for doing that�you would be surprised at what you do
when you are dying of thirst��
Ryou suddenly felt sorry for the young man in front of him; Bakura
didn�t mean to attack him that way�he just needed to live� Edging back over
Ryou gently took the hand within his own, �It�s alright��
The older boy raised the soft
hand and pressed his cheek against it, �Thank you�� Letting Ryou go he reach up
and with a terrible yank, pulled out a small section of his hair.
Ryou gasped, �Bakura! Why are
you doing that? You�re going to hurt yourself!�
�Ha�� Bakura knotted the long
locks and handing them through the bars, �I�ve been through so much worse�� he
waved the hair towards Ryou, �give it to Marik please�say it�s from me�he�ll
know��
Gingerly, Ryou accepted the
long white strands, �I promise I�ll bring it to him then��
Smiling again Bakura clasped
Ryou�s hand, �Thank you so much again�now go�if you go back where you came
from, back up-ground, walk down the largest corridor onr rir right, turn on
your third left and head straight down. You should end up back at the main
hall; it will be no problem to find your way from there.�
�Thank you Bakura.�
�No, thank you��
Ryou didn�t want to leave, but
he knew if he didn�t, the sun would set completely. Turning he left the other
boy, rushing through the dark corridors once more, not once looking back until
the rays of the evening sun once again streamed down upon him. Following
Bakura�s instructions Ryou raced down the large corridors, hair clutched in his
hand. The sun seemed to be setting faster and faster as he ran. He could just
see it peeking over the horizon as he made it back to the main hall. Looking
about him he noticed the familiar route he and Marik took when he was first
directed to his bed chambers. Panting in near exhaustion, he charged down the
halls; he could see Seto just turning the corner heading towards his room as he
neared he door. Flinging it open he threw the locks of hair inside and slammed
it, just in time for Seto to walk up to him.
�I see you made it back just
in time to not suffer any punishment,� the man looked the smaller boy over,
noting the dirt and blood that covered in, �What in Osiris� name happened to
you?�
�I-I�tripped and fell down
some stairs��
�You stupid
worthless boy! You are supposed to
make a good impression on your Master! Come!� Snatching Ryou�s wrist Seto began
to drag him down the halls, �You will just have to hope the Pharaoh won�t be
too angry.�
�T-the Pharaoh?� Ryou sputtered as he stumbled after the high priest,
trying to catch his breath.
�Yes you stupid child,� Seto
pulled Ryou along, winding corridor after corridor.
�I-I�won�t be able to find my
way back.�
�Don�t bother. You will be
spending the night with him. You�ll be directed back to your chamber the next
day.�
Fear once again rose in
Ryou�s chest, Spending the night? Does that mean�
They halted in front of a
richly decorated door of velvet black embossed with gold, the Pharaoh�s
chambers. Seto knocked on the door. A frustrated sigh could be heard on the
other side before some shuffling and the door flung open.
Ryou gaped at the Pharaoh�s
appearance. Adorning rich robes and jewelry, the young man seemed to be glowing
with power; his wild hair of three colours seemed to emphasize his authority as
he glowered at the high priest who dropped instantly on one knee. �What do you
want Seto?� he snapped.
�Forgive me for intruding
your highness, but I have brought you your new slave,� with a jerk Seto pulled
Ryou on his knees beside him. The small boy instantly bowed his head.
Yami instantly smiled.
Leaning over he stroked the boy�s soft white hair, �Looks an awful lot like my
old one��
�I can assure you this one is
more submissive; if not, he is very easy to dominate.�
�I hope your words ring true
Seto,� his hands suddenly fisted into Ryou�s hair and he pulled him up
painfully, �What�s your name?�
The boy whimpered in pain,
�Ryou�.�
�Ah�� the Pharaoh raised the
bo eyo eye level by his hair, �You will always refer to me as Master, not by my
name��
�But I don�t know-�
�Yami,� the Pharaoh addressed
himself, as if trying to force Ryou to accidentally make a mistake in the
future, �Remember that rule.�
�Yes�Master,� the boy
stammered.
""Come,"
Yami returned to his chambers; Ryou didn't have much choice in the matter,
yanked by his hair behind the Pharaoh."Thank you Seto; you are
dismissed..."
How could he listen
to Marik�s words? "Stop it! Don't you dare! Please! Don't!"
...I don't want it!" His body responded against
his will, arching to the Pharaoh's teasing.
"Don't
deny your desires, my whore. You love it, and you want me just as much as I
want you," Yami took the genital into his mouth, sucking on the soft
flesh. Ryou whimpered, his body growing hot with need, doing everything in his
power to stop this torture. The young boy could feel the sucking motion upon
his hardening member, the warm, wet mouth bobbing up and down. Ryou gasped,
sucking in air, eyes rolled up, wide, towards the ceiling when Yami began to
grate his t aga against the arousal, inflicting painful pleasure. "Please
don't...Master..."
"Such
a good whore, respecting my wishes so well," Yami said, nibbling on the
tip, "I'll make it worthwhile to you," he licked the few droplets of
whituid uid that formed at the tip of Ryou's erection, then leaned back to
savour the taste, "Like sweet morning dew," he decided, licking his
lips, "such a beautiful taste. You make me desire you so much, so hungry
for you!" He clamped his mouth over the throbbing organ and pounded his
head up and down upon the shaft, massaging it with his tongue as he moved.
Ryou
sobbed, gasping, "Stop please! I don't want this! STOP!"
He cried out in fear, in pleasure, in pain, wishing that someone would just
kill him to end it all. His world exploded and blots appeared behind his eyes
as he released, he whole body convulsing and his hips bucking towards Yami,
spilling his seed into the Pharaoh's mouth.
With
a delighted sucking sound, Yami drank in every last drop of the sweet fluid,
his thirst satisfied, "Such sweet nectar, from such a sweet body. You must
be the most perfect specimen!"
Tears
streamed down Ryou's cheeks as he cried, squeezing his eyes shut in shame to
have committed such a dirty act; now he is really a whore, nothing but a
worthless bed slavr thr the pleasures of the Pharaoh. Bakura was wrong, no
longer is he innocent. HE was wrong, he was actually very weak, a weak pathetic
slave boy; he lied to Bakura...
"Absolutely
delicious!" the Pharaoh exclaimed, fingering Ryou's wrinkled organ a bit
before backing off to remove his own wear, his own erection aching.
Through
tearful eyes Ryou gasped in shock and fear, eyes widening, "Don't! Don't
do this to me! Anything! Anything but that! Please!"
Yami
grinned, malice at his lips, "Let me remind you that I am your Master, and
you, as my new slave, needs to be tested. Luckily, you are proving yourself
well..." he slid off his robes, rubbing his erection in anticipation.
"If you obey my wishes I will make it pai painful for you."
Ryou
whimpered, "Please! Don�t do this to me at all! I'm begging Master!"
Frustration
was mounting in Yami, his hand itching to slap Ryou once more, "Fine then
bitch, I'll hinghings my way!" He approached the small boy's trembling
body, a menacing look upon his tanned face. He stroked the pale thighs of the
spread legs, enticing him towards the tight, virgin entry that awaited him. In
one smooth, practiced stroke, he plunged into the small boy, mercilessly
tearing the entry.
Ryou
screamed as his world ad just ended, the excruciating pain making its way up
his body in a hot flash, "No! Master! No!"
Yami
paid no heed, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he thrust again and again
into the torn passageway, the beautiful friction sending jolts into his body. "Such a tight, hot opening! So wonderful! So tight!' The young Pharaoh moaned, his body speeding up
with every movement. Reaching out with a shaking hand he cupped the pale
slave's sacs and fondled them, further aroused by the writhing, sweaty body
underneath him. With a final thrust he exploded into Ryou, his whole soul set
on fire. When he collapsed on top of the delicate body, he realized that the
boy was still, fainted from pain.
Guilt
suddenly gripped him and withdrawing out of the Ryou he stumbled back. The boy
was just a slave, nothing more than a worthless whore, so why does the sight of
the tortured young soul, lying on his bed, cuts and bruises gracing his flesh,
his spread legs lined with the deep red blood from his torn opening, his
silvery white hair tumbling across the pale face, scrunched in pain, makes him
wish that he could just throw his life away to care for him, to make sure he
would never experience such trauma again. Dear
Ra�What is wrong with me?
Trying
to regain reason, he decided that the young boy was worth having; a very good
bed slave indeed, fulfilled his every burning desire. He undid the ropes that
held Ryou, noting the raw flesh on the boy�s wrists; he put up a good strugglbut but not good enough. He left the boy draped nude on top of the bed sheets, and
got onto the bed himself, sliding beneath the covers, enjoying the comforts
that separated him from the slave. Leaning over he blew out all the oil lamps
but one, then settled down to sleep.
But
sleep wouldn�t come; his eyes stayed glued on Ryou, his small body trembling in
the dim light, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as if he�s still
experiencing the pain he felt earlier. The porcelain skin goose bumped from the
room�s cold hair; though heated moments earlier, the chill of the night was
finally settling in.
Sighing,
Yami gave into his conscience, Just one night� he
reasoned. Reaching over he wrapped the blankets around the small body, and drew
Ryou into a protecting hold to sleep.

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Author: Wow� I wrote this all
at school today on my palmtop�such a long chapter but there was absolutely no
way I could have cut it�
Ryou: You did the ultimate
overkill! I�m not THAT uke!
Author: In my eyes you are.
Ryou: ><;;;
Author: Anyways, it ain�t gonna
go into Yami/Ryou fluff just yet! It would ruin the fun! Nope! There�s gonna be
much more angst coming til Yami finally deflates his ego a bit! Please R&R!
Remember! Flames go to Ryou for his marshmallows�and Bakura�s steak�
Ba'>Bakura: I heard that!
Author: It�s healthier! Do
you want maggots in your guts?
Bakura: What�s a �maggots�?
Author: *sigh* Never
mind�ancient Egyptians�
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