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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five: The Wealth’s Assistant

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   On the highest hills in all the land, living his immortal life for fun and pleasure was the colossal Lord Bobasa. In his fine limestone palace of chalk silver and jewels, he spent most of his hours either in the throne room or in his private chambers where he often could be heard fondling an obedient whore, maybe sometimes two or three, every night. When not entertaining himself in private, he kept to his throne where he sat alongside his trusted guardsmen while throwing over the top banquets, complimented with food, drink, and dance. And it was during these events when he chose the lucky ladies suitable to share his bed.

   It was a calm, gorgeous evening, being not too hot and not too cold. Perfect weather for throwing a party.

   Three beautiful dancers, all Dark Faces, zigzagged across a large, circular floor before the beefy presence of Lord Bobasa, and his favorable employees. They performed topless before their Lord, wearing nothing more but silky see-through, colorful linens draped around their frail waists. Their mocha mounds spun and jiggled for their audience’s pleasure.

   While devouring his alcoholic relaxant, Lord Bobasa’s carnivorous eyes watched every delectable pair of bosoms and heated hips. He hunted for the perfect trophy (or trophies) worthy of sleeping in his bed for after the evening banquet. Upon his shoulder, a large gray rat was perched, its golden eyes steady, the Lord its master. He gave it a piece of bread to nibble. Many rats, in fact, made their selves at home around the grand room, and not one person seemed bothered by the welcomed vermin.

   To Lord Bobasa’s right stood a man cross-armed and still, with a tattooed face and deep, unreadable eyes. He bobbed his head ever so slightly, enjoying the beautiful tune being played on lyres and lutes by women dressed in long white gowns. And to the left of the Lord was a tall, dangerously handsome man with spiky sand blonde hair and piercing violet eyes. The man held a golden spear in his hand, with a round head, and a carved eye. This object was the Sennen Rod.

   “What a fine selection tonight,” spoke Lord Bobasa, belching slightly after he finished chewing on a well-cooked piece of fish. “Mariku, you and Rishid have outdone yourselves, as always.”

   “Anything to please our Lord,” Mariku said. He grinned, his eyes peered over the dancers, keeping alert for a certain one he knew was to perform soon.

   Lord Bobasa was no fool, that was a fact. He saw the greed in his assistant’s eyes. That uncontrollable need every man had. “Yes, but from your stiff posture, perhaps I’m not the only one enjoying myself? Tell me, Mariku, is there a particular reason as to why you seem so drawn on the dancers this evening? Is it a special evening?”

   Mariku chuckled, sighed and crossed his arms. He leaned against his heels, shrugging. “You know me too well, my Lord.”

   “Yes,” Rishid said calmly, “For my brother, Malik, shall be dancing tonight.”

   Going slightly red, Mariku straightened up and coughed some. “Is he now?”

   Bobasa laughed, snorting like a pig. “I believe so! And to think he dances just for the fun of it. But there must be more to it than just that? Do you suppose, Mariku?”

   Having nothing to say, the tall surveyor simply shrugged his shoulders. He knew the reasons for his desirable crush’s will to dance. It was all for him. The young man with a similar face to his own, only more gentle and beautiful, danced around that spectacular room once every week, showing off his mad skills to Mariku, flirting with his hips, showing off his skinny, alluring belly. The other drove Mariku mad.

   “There he is now,” Lord Bobasa pointed out, clapping as a new set of dancers appeared.

   Four lovely females draped in see-through gold got into exotic positions, awaiting the music’s start. Between them, in a lovely purple shenti with silver trimming, with golden bracelets gracing wrists and ankles, with cone earrings dangling, was a young, gorgeous Dark Face male with short sandy hair, and wide violet eyes. If anything, he could have been Mariku’s twin, but the two were far from being related, and just so happened to grow fond of one another on the evening that Malik’s true brother, Rishid, became a full-time loyal employee to Lord Bobasa.

   Malik looked absolutely perfect, and Mariku could not help but lick his creepily long tongue across his bottom lip as the dancing began.

   Using his arms and legs, Malik graced the floor like a swan. His hips twisted left and right, fixated on Mariku and Mariku alone. The flirting kicked in, those wide violet orbs sparkled, him buoyant and relaxed, knowing exactly which moves made his Mariku’s massive cock stand on end.

   Bobasa laughed, sensing the tension in the room. “Very good. Very good.” He clapped more, not at all minding Malik dancing amongst his many beauties. In fact, he supported it. Like Lord Atemu, Lord Bobasa was good to his people, and though he loved his preppy dancers, and many nights of glorious lust, he made sure his villages, and main city resting atop the land’s mountainous region were all well taken care of. “Look at him go. He is a fantastic dancer. So well-trained.”

   “Indeed,” Mariku purred, keeping his voice low.

   As the dance ended, Malik finished with a graceful bow. His chest glistened with sweat, his breathing was heavy, and his bangs were lightly damp, but the wide smile he proudly gleamed showed that he had loved every second of the attention given as Bobasa, his guards, and traders applauded him.

   Pushing back his hair, Malik bowed before them. “Thank you, Lord Bobasa, attendant Rishid, and attendant Mariku.”

   “You are quite the talented one, Malik,” said Bobasa, grinning. “You should consider performing for us full-time.”

   “Thank you,” Malik said. “That means a lot coming from you, Lord Bobasa. But dancing is just something I love. I do not wish to partake in it every day or it will become boring.”

   “I understand.”

   Bowing again, Malik headed out of the room, but not before giving Mariku a quick, inappropriate wink. The man knew that wink, and with his legs squeezed shut, he had to avoid it until he was given permission by his Lord that the night was over, and that he may go. Glancing at Bobasa, he saw the immortal fatty indulging himself with another helping of alcohol, and seeing this made Mariku grin, for shortly he was certain Bobasa would be ready to take his pick of fine women, and call the night’s end. He just had to be patient a while longer.

   “Now then!” Bobasa eagerly rubbed his big hands together. “Line up the lovely ladies willing to serve me for the night.”



   Bowing, Rishid moved down the two steps and onto the large, slippery floor. He gathered the three who respectfully claimed they’d allow Bobasa to take them into his bed. He did not force any of them for pleasure, but it seemed that a bit of bribery was best. He got what he wanted, whilst they got a reward in coin.

   Rishid had the three ladies stand in a row. Bare-chested but having to hide their embarrassment, the three bowed before Lord Bobasa, their minds all on pay.

   “Good evening ladies,” Bobasa smirked. “Now, let’s see…”

   A sudden outbreak took all by surprise, including the Lord. He sat up straight, gaping as unfamiliar guards not belonging to his own stash made their way through the large room.

   “What is the meaning of this!” Bobasa growled, stomping his large hand against his throne. He could shake the room like an angry elephant, if he wanted. “You dare barge into my…? Oh! Lord Seth, is that you?”

   “Unfortunately.” Seth made his way before Bobasa, and he bowed slightly to the other, though not as low as he would if it had been Lord Atemu.

   “Well, well, this is quite unexpected,” Lord Bobasa said. His angered side quickly deserted him. He wobbled to his feet, scaring the rat on his shoulder. It squeaked softly, dug its little nails into its master’s shoulder, and he chuckled and gave its little head a pat. “Sorry, Fuzz, sorry.”

   Bobasa moved down the steps to shake Seth’s hand. “You’re more than welcome in my domain! I’ll be with you in a second.” He faced Rishid and gave a nudge to the large-bosomed woman standing in the middle. “She’s got a pair of breasts that is hard to come by. Take her to my chamber for preparation.”

   “My Lord.” Rishid bowed and took hold of the woman’s arm.

   “Now then, Seth,” Bobasa turned, “What brings you to my fortuitous land?”

   “Lord Bobasa, I do not know if you have realized,” Seth began, “But Lord Atemu believes…”

   “Hold that thought, Seth!” Bobasa put his hand up, beckoning Rishid back over. “Rishid, one moment. Take this one, too.” He drew his hand against one of the two outcast. “She has enchanting eyes.”

   Rishid bowed lowly. “My Lord, shall I just have all three taken to your chamber?”

   Hardly needing to consider it, Bobasa belched out a laugh. “Oh, Rishid, you read my mind. I suppose it’d be a waste to not have all three. I’ll think of ways to please them all. Go on, then.”

   Mariku rolled his eyes, but held back from laughing. He found his Lord humorous, at times.

   Once all three women had been escorted away, Bobasa finally gave Seth the attention the Lord needed. After all, getting to Bobasa’s palace from Atemu’s was close to a week’s travel, and the intelligent Lord was exhausted. Including the fact he didn’t particularly fancy this Lord, somehow having lost the Gods favor to be the holder of the Sennen Rod.

   “Forgive me, Seth,” Bobasa smiled. “You know how it is when women are involved. They matter first. So then, what was it you wanted to discuss with me?”

   Glancing about, Seth leaned forward to whisper, “It’s the Puzzle, Lord Bobasa. Lord Atemu believes he saw the glow of the Sennen Puzzle. And, I must admit, I thought I had seen it too.”

   Awestruck by the newsworthy information, Bobasa’s beady eyes bulged. “The Sennen Puzzle? My, my, that is quite interesting. What do you mean by he believes?”

   “Well, it’s still lost,” Seth claimed. “But he swears he saw its glow, and he is certain that the time for -- well, you know.”

   “Absurd!”

   “I agree,” Seth continued. “But he wanted you to be warned, and, well, he thought perhaps the Puzzle could be somewhere…”

   “No!” Bobasa shouted, pointing straight at Mariku. “The Puzzle is nowhere near my reach, I guarantee you. I am the protector of the Sennen Rod, and as you can see, it is where it belongs.”

   “And yet you entrust the Rod to a normal man,” Seth said. “A man who could turn on you at any time.”

   “I trust Mariku. He is most loyal to me, and I assure you, he would never cross that line. There is much about him you do not know, Seth. You best search elsewhere. The Puzzle is lost. That is that. Only when I see it will I believe Lord Atemu.”

   The great Lord of Riches was clear, through and through. Seth nodded, bowing one last time. “Thank you anyway, Lord Bobasa. I apologize for arriving without an invitation. You have a good night.”

   Shaking hands once more, Seth turned on his heel and ordered for Atemu’s guards to follow. They took their leave.

   Once he watched Seth leave his palace, Lord Bobasa stepped up to Mariku. “Guard the Rod with your life.”

   “Yes, Lord Bobasa.” Mariku bowed. He understood. Once, he had been a victim to a great evil, and that was a path he would not take again. Lord Bobasa had given him a new life.

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   Elsewhere in Lord Bobasa’s abode, young Malik stood within Mariku’s bedroom. He placed the palms of his hands into a bowl of crisp water, splashing the cool liquid over his heated face. It felt good after having danced his heart out for Mariku, but he was upset, for Mariku had not come to see him yet, and it was getting rather late. He anxiously craved the taller, buffer man.

   “It’s been over an hour,” he grumbled. “That damn Lord must be having trouble deciding which whore he wants to fuck.” Sighing, he shrugged and leaned against the wall. “Oh well. I’ll wait.” He had to, for he had not seen Mariku in over a week since he often traveled with his older sibling whenever Lord Bobasa wanted to add new women to his list of thousands. True, Rishid picked out the best in the nest, but Malik hated that he was always forced to go with his brother, who was not too fond of Mariku.

   Malik giggled, and grinned evilly. “He can’t stop me.”

   A voice echoed from on the other side of the door, which Malik had left open a crack. Turning his head, he hurried over excitedly, expecting to see Mariku, but he gaped as he saw Lord Bobasa turning the wide corner with Mariku, Rishid, and three strangers at his side. Quickly, Malik ducked back into Mariku’s bedroom, and peered out at the group through the crack in the door.

   “Thank you again for your services, Akhenaden,” said Lord Bobasa, pausing briefly. “You did take care of everything, did you not?”

   “Do not worry, Lord Bobasa,” said this elderly man with graying hair, and to Malik’s surprise, was missing his left eye. “Every scroll will be printed and sent to you by the end of the week.”

   “Good,” Lord Bobasa chuckled. “That is what I like to hear. Now, let me show you out.”

   Mariku stepped closer to his bedroom, keeping the Rod behind his back as he watched his Lord interact with the odd old man. Malik remained completely still, unable to see much else since his lover’s fine ass was in the way. His eyes met with the Rod’s single eye, and to his amazement, it seemed to be glowing. It had never done that before! Malik gaped. The glow was so sudden, and yet it lasted for only a second, it seemed, and with it as it was before, Malik was certain he had just imagined it. Still, it plagued his mind, and with him deep in thought, he did not realize that his eyes were shortly focused on Mariku’s bulging front. Lord Bobasa and the others had left.

   Gaping, Malik slowly lifted his head to find Mariku smirking down at him. “What are you doing?”

   “Uh…” Malik was blushing. “I…”

   Chuckling, Mariku stepped forward, quick to close the door behind him. He brought his free hand down, and grasped Malik’s petite neck before forcing his long, excited tongue through Malik’s soft, tender lips. Their tongues hungrily greeted one another after a week of being apart. Malik could not help but moan, knowing that his agitated body wanted Mariku so bad.

   “Mm.” Mariku pulled back after chugging the rod to the floor. It would not break. The magical item was invincible. “Did you miss me that much?”

   “Of course I did,” Malik gasped, groaning as he felt Mariku’s slithery hand grasp him from behind. “But I -- did you not see it?”

   “See what?” Though Mariku asked, his mouth busily latched onto Malik’s neck, sucking and licking, eager to hear the other wail with want.

   “The…” But nothing further left Malik. Nothing more but a moan. Oh well. It did not matter, he supposed. The glow meant nothing to him, anyway, and he was certain it never happened. “Nothing… I just… Mariku. Gods, I’ve missed you.”

   He was in Mariku’s control now. A strong hand pushed into his shoulder, forcing him onto his knees. In seconds, his enticed eyes met the dark, luscious head of Mariku’s throbbing cock. The sight of his favorite monster made Malik purr lowly, and he reached his hand out, gently grasping the dark stem. He started to pump the other, gently at first, only to increase the pressure when Mariku growled impatiently.

   “We have all night,” Malik sighed. “Let me thrill you.”

   “You do that already. Right now, I feel like you’re teasing me. Suck it?”

   Giggling, Malik nodded. He leaned forward, and brought his tongue down over the bobbing tip. The spicy taste he had dearly missed greeted his tongue. In a way, he was teasing his lover, taking his time lapping the yummy skin, guiding his tongue down the shaft only to kiss his favorite pair of balls. The impatience on Mariku’s face was clear, but Malik found the expression to be quite humorous. To add onto his wicked torment, Malik masterly gave off an exhilarating purr, a noise Mariku highly favored, as he brushed his tongue halfway up the thick shaft.

   “Oh fuck!” Mariku growled. Damn Malik! The little bastard dared to play leader? That was out of the question. Mariku was the dominant one, and thus grabbed Malik by the hair, forcing the other to eat his aching cock. “Just take it!”

   “Mm!” Malik obliged, his mission a success. Grinning, he sucked the other off, using his tongue well, nibbling every so often in order to make the other groan. Stupid Mariku, thinking he was in charge of every sex bash they had, but Malik was the true swindler, for without his luscious lips, kinky words, and sweet animal noises, Mariku would not be the masterful fucker Malik knew and loved.

   “Yes,” said Mariku, his hands in Malik’s soft, sandy hair. He peered down, grinning, always glad to see that Malik could handle his dangerous size.

   Malik replied with a moan. His own cock was twitching, and he longed to feel Mariku inside him. He loved it when Mariku sensed his distress. In seconds, Mariku had him on his feet, turned around, and pushed against the bed. Malik made himself comfortable as his shenti met with the floor, the cool air greeted his upright behind. Smiling, he wiggled it before Mariku, gasping when he felt his butt-cheeks being spread by Mariku’s large, rough hands.

   “Fuck me,” Malik begged, his mind filled with lust. “Please fuck me?”

   Chuckling lowly, Mariku shook his head. And Malik thought he was the impatient one? “As you wish, my lovely pup.”

   The tip of Mariku’s monster met with Malik’s yearning entrance, and in seconds, Malik’s tight, greedy behind engulfed the entire thing.

   “Ah!” Malik was in heaven. The extraordinary pressure Mariku’s cock provided sent shivers down his tattooed spine. His palms grasped the golden sheets, and his knees trembled. The incredible thickness and size was always welcomed by Malik as a delight, and he loved taking it all. “Fuck!”

   Mariku could not agree more. Pulling back, he pounded his cock back in, grinding the heated insides of his adorable lover. In seconds, the two made their unordinary, yet pleasurable way of making what they referred to as luxuriant love, even if their ravish cursing and pounding seemed barbaric.

   Leaning forward, Mariku gently ran his hand along his lover’s back as he thrust his hips. He did best to give it care, knowing the story behind Malik’s devastating scars, as well as those which scarred Rishid’s face. Their very father, a madman, had marked them both as a sickly gesture to the Gods. The lunatic was dead now, but the wounds had not, and perhaps never would heal.

   “My sweet, precious Malik,” purred Mariku. He leaned down, gently licking the scars.

   Folding his arms, Malik rested his cheek upon them. He closed his eyes, taking Mariku’s cock with a satisfied smile, and a pleased moan after every greet Mariku’s cock gave to the far back of his aroused hole. “Yes… Fuck me!” Raising his butt some, Malik squealed loudly, gasping as Mariku hit that perfect spot. “Yes!” he gasped. “Mariku! Fuck…me…!” Grasping the covers, he shuddered happily, nodding his head up and down. “Yes…! Yes!”

   Knowing his sensuous dancer needed more, Mariku reached his hand between those grand shaved legs, and grasped Malik’s lonesome cock, stroking it swiftly. His action complimented him with a scream from Malik.

   “Mariku!” Malik leaned back, turning his neck best he could. He smiled, groaning as he was given a rough kiss. “Mm.” He could feel Mariku’s free hand running up and down his chest, grazing his dark nipples, being boss.

   With his mind racing, and body pulsating, Malik knew he was near orgasm. He gasped loudly, and leaned into Mariku, not caring at all if Lord Bobasa’s entire harlot-filled palace heard their animalistic love-making. At least their cries of passion were true compared to the odd sounds Bobasa got out of his selection of whores.

   “Coming,” Malik gasped, arching his back. “I’m…! I’m…!” He said nothing more, unable to as he released into Mariku’s hand, getting mixed vibrations in his happy ass, and from his happy cock. “Mariku!”

   Grinning madly, Mariku pulled out of his lover, and heaved as his own seed poured onto Malik’s damp back.

   Catching his breath, Malik needed merely a moment before sitting on the bed. He grinned up at the other, showing that he was very pleased. Reaching forward, he dragged Mariku over him, them falling onto the bed, making out like crazy. Neither seemed too tired, but Malik did take a moment’s pause to eye the Sennen Rod, alone and forgotten on the clean floor.

   “What’s wrong?” he heard Mariku ask.

   Shaking his head, Malik snuggled against Mariku’s chest. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Everything’s perfect.”

   And the two kissed again, neither alarmed that ever faintly, the Sennen Rod did glow again.

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   In a grim stone room with cob-webbed walls sat a figure blanketed in shadow. All that could be seen was a dark hand brushing the rough, furry head of a black jackal sitting at its side. It made no movement as the malevolent Captain Gahiji forced a man inside.

   The man cried out. He was pushed to the cold floor. He wore a uniform of fine maroon. He was one of Lord Atemu’s guards.

   “My Lord,” Gahiji bowed. “I’ve brought you what you asked for.”

   Quivering, Atemu’s guard stared with horror at the hidden man. His chest was stained red with the blood of his fallen comrades. His spear was taken from him, and he had a small bruise on his left knee. He glanced at the black jackal, who gazed upon him with hunger in its deep brown eyes.

   “Good,” spoke the shadow. “I do not appreciate trespassers, but I am feeling generous this fine evening. So, I will give you one chance to explain why guardians of the Lord of Tranquility are so willing to snoop around my realm. Speak.”

   “W --” he stuttered, “We were ordered t -- to search the land.”

   “Search?” That had caught the shadow’s attention. “What is it he seeks?”

   “T -- the holy Puzzle,” the guard whimpered. “He saw its light. He thinks it’s shone itself.”

   The shadow said nothing for quite some time, indubitably in deep thought. Captain Gahiji grew impatient waiting for his master to break the silence. He shifted from foot to foot, eagerly grasping the handle of his blood-stained cutlass. It wanted to spill more blood.

   “The Puzzle,” said the shadow slowly, “Does not deserve to be in the hands of one as careless as the Lord of Tranquility. He’s lost it once, no doubt he’d lose it again. I, the supreme Lord of Chaos, deserved to be chosen by the Gods to hold a Sennen Item, and I will not allow it to fall into Atemu’s hands. Not again.”

   “Captain Gahiji, order some of your finest men to search for what this poor fool’s assemblage could not find.” He scratched the jackal behind the ear. “Have them search for the Sennen Puzzle. And have them kill anyone who disobeys the search.”

   “My Lord.” Captain Gahiji bowed lowly, but shifted once more. “How will my men know what it looks like?”

   “Trust me, Captain, they’ll know.”

   “Very well, my Lord,” he smirked, then dragged the guard to sit on his knees. “And what of him? What shall we do with him?”

   “I’ve not had company in quite some time,” the Lord calmly said. “I think it’d be best to have some entertainment with dinner. As for you, Captain Gahiji, wait for me in the dungeons.”

   Chuckling, Lord Gahiji bowed lowly, releasing his grasp from his blade’s handle as he let himself out.

   “Please r -- release me,” the guard begged, crying. “I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear.”

   “Hush now,” the Lord murmured. “I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere. You must stay and entertain me.” He rose his hand off of the jackal’s warm head, twisting his wrist, and motioning with a single sway. “My beautiful Apep, it is time for your dinner. Waste not.”

   The black jackal growled hungrily, and in an instant, he was joined by eight others. They swarmed the frightened guardman. He stood, tried to escape, but the jackals dashed at him, clasping their jaws around his neck, stomach, and legs, dragging him down, fighting for their meal as the man screamed.

   “Forgive my rudeness, but I could not allow you to tattle. I must see to it that the Gods apprehension given in the past does not come true. You understand, don’t you?”

   Nothing could be replied. The guard was dead, his limbs torn and his entrails pulled as the jackals nipped and ate without complaint.

   The shadow rose to his feet, leaving his jackals to feed as he floated like fog, journeying into the steepest darkness of his stronghold. He met with Captain Gahiji and some of his men, ushering for them to follow. They all soon came to a dungeon cell where a man lay huddled in a corner within.

   “Congratulations,” said the shadow coldly. “I considered killing you, but I have a job for you, and if you do as I say, then we will have much to discuss.”----
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