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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 separate 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, Ryou/ Seto, and maybe more, like Tristan/Seto or Duke/Seto. That's currently undecided.

It Comes Around
CHAPTER FIVE
Warnings: Lemon, Minor

Pairings: Yami/Yugi
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The cold desert night winds whipped against Malik's tent. Only his magic was keeping it up at all; he doubted he'd be getting much sleep this night.
Suddenly he heard a cry for help. Normally he would have ignored it, but it sounded as though it were inside his very mind. Whoever was in need of help had arcane talent's it little training, and he felt compelled to help him, even against his will.
He stepped out of his tent, nearly blown over by the wind, stung by tiny particles of sand. How was he supposed to help anyone in the middle of a sandstorm?
Then he heard it again. ::Please, in the name of Ra, help me!:: He sensed that the speaker was in front of him and struggled up the dune before him. The partially obscured moonlight laid out the scene for him, a group of about ten men gathered in the center of a depression mostly sheltered from the wind. He heard harsh laughter and a few yells, snatched away on the wind, and a scream that was repeated inhis mind. Suddenly, he was angry.
::STOP IT!:: he heard. There was a flash of light in the center of the mob of men and one of them stumbled away and lay unmoving. He heard a few more yells, bereft of laughter this time. The word "demon" was repeated several times as the men surged forward.
Malik called a flash of lightning from the sky, and the men turned toward him. He was aware of the imposing figure he cut, silhouetted atop the sand dune by his lightning, his hair and clothes blown by the wind. The men, foolishly, tried to rush him, thinking to overwhelm him.
He cut them down one by one. The first was felled by a bolt of electricity - probably what the boy in need of help had done. Another was instantly immoliated by a gout of flame from the earth. yet another sank into the sand to suffocate. One way or another, they all met their end, even after they had turned to run away, and Malik slowly walked down to see whom he had saved.
A white-haired young man, maybe fifteen years old, was the only person left alive. He was sitting up, pulling at the metal collar around his neck. They had been raping him, he saw; he was naked and bruised, a little bloody. He sat as though he were in pain.
There was fire in his spirit, though. He glared up at Malik, lifting his chin defiantly.
"I won't be your slave," he said with finality. "If that's what you're planning, then kill me, or I'll kill myself."
Malik admired his spirit. "I have no need for a slave," he said. The boy's collar fell off into his waiting hand, and he handed it to the ex-slave. The boy looked at it in subdued wonder. "You can learn from me or you can continue your own life as you see fit." He turned away and began walking back toward his tent. After a moment, he heard the boy follow him.
He had to help him into the tent."What's your name, boy?" he asked as he handed him some clothes.
"I have no name," he said defiantly, as though daring Malik to say anything about it.
"Your name is Marik," he said, looking into his violet eyes. The boy accepted it.

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"Pretty eyes, pale boy," the man said. Seth glared defiantly at him, and the man hit him, knocking him to the ground. He didn't care; he'd been hit millions of times. His pale skin seemed to make people want to mark him.
"Don't forget that collar, boy," the man said, standing over him. "I own you, blue-eyes. Paid a pretty penny, too. No slave looks at me that way if they want to live. Not even one as pretty as you."
Seth raised his head, on his hands and knees, and glared up at him again. This man had bought him less than an hour ago, and would probably sell him soon. He was not a good servant. He did everything that was strictly required of him, but absolutely no more, and while he was never openly defiant, he was surly and insolent. Some people dealt with that and let him be; most people tried to beat it out of him. That was all anyone had ever done to him, though. There was a rumor that followed him around wherever he was sold that perhaps he was a god in disguise sent to judge those who owned him. It was because of his eyes, resembling those of the great dragon. He knew that it they were any other color and he acted this way, he would have been killed years ago.
The man roughly picked him up by one arm. "It's true, isn't it?" he said, looking him over greedily. "The merchant told me you were a virgin." He smirked. "What kind of man would I be to give the young prince an inexperienced slave?"
Seth couldn't help it; the sharp retort came immediately to his lips and spilled out before he could even try to moderate himself. "A better man than you would have to be to give him one that you befouled."
"You little-!" He threw him to the floor and kicked him. "I would be remiss to give him anything as insolent and ill-mannered as you at all. I don't care about the color of your eyes or your skin; you're not worthy to be the slave of the future pharaoh." He picked him up again. "You're fit for nothing more than a cheap brothel - and I think I'll send you there as soon as I make you ready. it would be cruel to send a virgin to a whorehouse, after all."
He pinned Seth's arms and forced a kiss on him. Seth tried to fight him off, though his mind was yelling at him. He was a slave; he had no business fighting him. If any mn who owned him wanted his body, he was entitled, and there was no one in the world who would say otherwise. He could be insolent and snide all he wanted, but he was still bound to submit to his owners' will. Nevertheless, he fought desperately.
The man hit him again and he was almost knocked out. He still tried to pull away from him, but he pinned him against the wall, trying to kiss him again. One hand wandered down his body, up his leg and under his skirt. He felt something snap in side of him.
"Don't TOUCH me!" he screamed, pushing him away. The man fell back, encircled by shadows that reached up from the floor to surround him. He tried to summon a light to banish them, but the shadows were too strong for him, and he was swallowed up.
Seth backed into the corner, looking down at his body as the shadows slowly retreated. What had he done...? That was the Pharaoh's High Priest - somehow, he had killed him... The consequences for this action would be terrible... It would have been better to have been sold to the brothel...
He considered running, but footsteps pounded to the door. A priest looked in - he saw the scene and raised the alarm. Seth felt his hands bound behind him, though he knew not by what, and he couldn't move at all. The priest ran from the room, yelling that High Priest Yamiyo had been murdered.
Seth felt his heavy collar fall away to land on the floor at his feet.

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The prince followed his father after hearing that the high priest had been murdered, apparently by a mere slave. Personally, he didn't mind; Yamiyo had always seemed stuffy to him, his ego too inflated for his abilities, but he was curious as to how a slave could manage to kill him.
They found a boy with pale skin being beaten by the priests and guards, while Priest Yamiyo's body lay convulsed on the floor. He was bound with Shadow Magic so that he couldn't fight them, but he should still have been able to scream or cry out in pain; he didn't. The boy continued to stubbornly refuse to make a sound, though he was bloody and bruised. The prince noticed that he wasn't wearing a slave collar, though there was one on the floor.
The priests and guards stopped hitting him and bowed away as they saw the pharaoh and his son come into the room. He struggled back to his feet and glared defiantly at them from the corner with striking blue eyes. The prince gasped involuntarily.
"He refuses to answer us, lord," one of the guards said.
"He can't have killed him, father," the prince suddenly cried out, anable to hold it back. He didn't want this boy to die even if he was guilty. He was simply too beautiful. "Priest Yamiyo was killed with magic." He could still sense the lingering Shadow Magic in the air, very strong, almost frighteningly strong.
"Shush," his father said mildly, and he obeyed immediately. The great pharaoh directed his voice at the slave in the corner. "Who killed him?" he asked, stern yet not thtreatening.
The boy didn't respond or give any sign that he'd heard, and one of the guards hit him. The pharaoh raised his hand to hold him off.
"What's the matter, boy?" he asked. "Are you slow?"
"No."
"Was this the man who owned you?"
"Yes."
"So who killed him?"
Again, the boy gave no answer, just unabashedly meeting the pharaoh's eyes. He changed his question.
"Why will you not answer?"
"You're going to kill me anyway." He seemed brazenly accepting of that fact. "It doesn't matter what I say."
"Probably true," the pharaoh admitted. His son was alarmed - he didn't want him to die. He couldn't take his eyes off of him, away from his proud, defiant stance, his gorgeous blue eyes. "Now what happened?"
He looked as though he wasn't going to answer again, then relented. "I pushed him away, and he was swallowed by shadows. He tried to fight them but he was too weak."
"Is that so." It wasn't really a question, and the boy gave no answer. "And what happened to your collar? Did he take it off?" The meaning of the question was clear. If he had, it would mean that he had freed him. It would be easy for him to claim that he had - but they would know if he were lying. They also knew that Yamiyo would never free a slave of his own will.
"No. It fell off after they bound my arms."
The prince's heart leapt. That meant that he was still a slave, and he knew that his father would give him to him if he asked it, rather than killing him. He desired to have this boy more than anything else.
"You were able to kill the High priest by overpowering his magic with your own," the pharaoh said. "Even though you are so young and have never had any training. We have no one powerful enough to replace him. In addition, your collar removed itself. It's a sign that you are not destined to be a slave. Instead, you will be trained, and when you are ready you will take over for the man you killed. That will be your punishment."
The prince was bitterly disappointed, but he knew better than to try to argue. At least the boy was not to be killed.
The pharaoh turned to the highest-ranking priest present. "Train him to harness his power. Do not harm or mistreat him; even if I don't find out and punish you, he will when he takes his position as High Priest."
"Yes, pharaoh," the priest said with a show of obiesance. The boy's arms were suddenly freed, but he didn't move. The prince also stayed rooted to the spot as most of the others left.
"What's your name?"
"Seth."
"...Seth..."
His father called him, and he turned after him, looking back at Seth.

~*~
Yug sat on his prince's lap, though they were the same age, and put his arms around his neck.
"So you say he was pretty?"
The new pharaoh sighed. "He was the most beautiful boy I've seen before or since." Yug pouted cutely, and his liege kissed his nose. "Except for you, of course."
"What did he look like?"
"His hair was brown, and he had pale skin. I think he was tall for his age, but I don't know how old he was. A couple years older than me, I think. You could tell he was a slave because there was a pale ring around his neck where the collar had been." He sighed, closing his red eyes. "And he had the most stunning blue eyes.."
Yug cocked his head. "Blue? I can't even imagine that. How can a person have blue eyes?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, but they were beautiful bright blue. Not grey, like some people who claim to have blue eyes."
"How long has it been since you saw him?"
He sighed again. "Two years. After he killed Priest Yamiyo, my father sentenced him to take over for him. I was so disappointed; I wanted to own him. I've since learned that Yamiyo intended him as a gift for me. I wish he hadn't killed the old fool. Ever since he started his training, he hasn't let anyone except the other priests see him. Not even many of them, in fact. Not even me, though I used to try on a reular basis."
Yug smiled. "But now that you're pharaoh you can make him see you."
"I could, Yug, but I'm not going to. He wants to be left alone until he's ready to become High Priest, and I'm going to respect his wishes. Something about him makes me want to."
Yug pouted, feeling left out, and his long-time lover pulled him closer, kissing his neck. Yug giggled. The new pharaoh redoubled his attack on his double, tickling him lightly, making him laugh and gasp at the same time.
"Mmnn... don't... don't do that..." he gasped, trying to pull away.
He grinned. "But I like to hear you laugh. It's adorable." He tickled him some more, and Yug managed to pull away from him, scrambling along the floor to thier bed. He grinned and pounced upon him, kissing him voraciously. His shorter double struggled briefly then gave in, laughing and melting for him.
Soon the pharaoh had his shorter partner's clothes off and was running his hands lightly over his body. Yug moaned slightly and kissed him, silently begging him for more, and he grinned and obeyed his wishes. His hand moved to stroke his little partner's member. Yug returned the favor, his skillful little hand working him up into a hyper-excited state. He hungrily kissed Yug's neck, and nibbled at his ear, the one thing guaranteed to make him go crazy. True to form, Yug gasped and shuddered. He loved that, the way Yug reacted to him. He loved everything about him.
Yug kissed his pharaoh's collarbone. He could feel his wanting, and it matched his own. He slid his hand down his chest, over his stomach, then back up, down his arm. He also knew the one thing guaranteed to make his beautiful pharaoh go crazy; he gently grabbed his hand and sucked lightly at his fingers, one at a time. His prince moaned. At fourteen, they'd been with each other long enough to know every trick to use on the other, every button to push to get the other hopelessly aroused. Yug grinned to himself; 'hopelessly aroused' was a good description of both of them.
The pharaoh poured oil into his hands, and proceeded to massage the oil into every inch of his lover's skin. Yug moaned for him, as he rubbed his chest, his stomach. His touches were slow, sensual, hardly sexual at all and yet all the more arousing for that. He turned over for him to to do his back and felt himself becoming little more than a happy puddle under his ministrations.
The pharaoh massaged to oil into his back, his shoulders, down the backs of his arms and legs. He worked his thumbs between his oiled cheeks and spread then, then inserted a fnger into him. Yug moaned quietly at the pleasurable feeling. His pharaoh moved it in and out, then added a second finger, then a third. His moans got progressively louder. "More..." he said quietly. Soon his beautiful pharaoh was inside of hm, and he felt complete. He moaned yet again.
He moved slowly, smoothly drawn out and thrusting back into him. Yug loved it. His climax slowly built up inside of him, just as his prince's did inside of him. They were so in tune with each other that they came at exactly the same time, Yug with a small cry. He rolled onto his back as the pharaoh pulled out of him and wrapped his arms around him to kiss him. His prince kissed him back, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

~*~
Yugi awoke in the middle of the night, looking out the window at the moon, breathing a little heavily, feeling a warm blush taking up residence on his cheeks. He turned over and saw Yami in his own bed. That dream - that memory - made him ache somewhere inside of him for something he hadn't even realized he was missing. He felt so lonely, seeing Yami all the way over there on the other side of the room.
Barely hesitating, he quietly slipped out of his bed and silently joined Yami in his, wrapping his arms around him. The former pharaoh's arms encircled him as though they'd just fallen away a moment ago. Yugi sighed and snuggled up to him. ::I love you, yami...:: he whispered across their link. He almost thought he heard a reply.

~*~
To Be Continued...
- 4
- 5
- 6
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