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Rulers and Rogues	By : Khat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10587 -:- 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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Well, this one’s more on time, at least. And Marik and Malik show up again for a small scene.
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Prince winced as the light of morning shone in the French doors, shifting a little to try to ease his arms. He had slept only long enough to take the edge off his exhaustion, the pain and uncomfortable position having, as he expected, kept him awake.
Not that he had been lonely, really. One of the kittens, a cute little calico, had decided that his toes looked interesting. Thus had followed an odd sort of dance, as he tried to avoid the sharp claws that seemed dead-set on attaching themselves to his foot while also trying to avoid stepping on the kitten. And trying to keep from making too much noise, though the strain on his arms when he lost his balance and the dull throb of his back made that a bit difficult as well. He wasn’t sure if Bakura was a morning person or not, but he really didn’t want to take the risk.
Finally, though, inevitably, he stepped wrong, his foot coming down on the kitten’s tail. The little creature let out a shriek hugely disproportionate to its size and streaked back toward the catbed to hide. Prince jumped too, letting out a startled yelp. Very slowly, he raised his gaze to the bed, shivering at the annoyed brown eyes that gazed back.
“I didn’t…”
“Shut up.” The smaller boy fell silent, not wanting to initiate another round of punishment. Bakura moved out of the bed, grunting irritably when he noted what time it was.
Still silent, he moved over toward Prince, who pulled back nervously the little bit he could. But he was ignored, the Egyptian only moving to release the chain from the roof. Immediately, Prince fell to his knees, letting out a low groan as his arms, freed from their position, began to complain about the movement.
“Weakling hikari.” Bakura grunted, moving past him into the bathroom then. After a few moments, he returned, rolling his eyes when he noted that the brat was sleeping already. Bending, he released the cuffs, then picked him up and carried him into the bathroom, dropping him into the bathtub. Prince immediately awoke at the feel, splashing as he slid about a bit, finally getting into a proper sitting position.
“Clean yourself up. There’s soap and shampoo there.” The demon pointed to the respective cleansers, then stalked back into the bedroom. Prince stared after him, a little surprised, but, after a moment, reached for the soap. The warm water felt wonderful to someone used to having to bathe in, more often than not, nothing more than the rain.
After thoroughly washing himself, being very careful of his back, which stung at the feeling of the soap anyways, and giving his hair a quick wash as well, Prince settled into a somewhat comfortable position, intending on just enjoying soaking. Just then, though, Bakura returned.
“Hurry it up. I’ve got other things to do besides babysitting you.” Reluctantly Prince climbed out and dried himself off, hissing in pain when he moved wrong and his back or arms complained. The Thief tossed a folded bit of cloth at him, and Yugi made a face at it. It was much like Yami’s outfit, only this one was plain white, and didn’t have a belt that came with it.
“You can always go nude.” Bakura warned, catching the disgusted look. After a moment’s debate, Prince finally slipped the outfit on, following his captor back into the bedroom, where he was fed a simple breakfast of porridge, flavoured with berries and chopped fruit. Simple, but it tasted delicious, since he hadn’t eaten at all the day before.
After they were both finished eating, the Thief led Prince back through the halls, the entire time keeping a close eye on him. Prince was too tired and sore to bother thinking about running, though, having to put most of his attention on trying to keep up with Bakura’s longer strides.
“Here.” Bakura said finally, opening a door and pushing him inside. Prince stumbled a bit, looking back curiously, but the door was already closed, the Spirit gone to do whatever other things he had spoken of earlier. Sighing, the rebel turned back.
It wasn’t what he had expected, but then, what was, lately? It was a waiting room, it seemed, a very comfortable looking couch and a few chairs spread around the room, a secretary working at a desk. Or she had been working. Now she was giving him an annoyed look.
“Well?” She gave him a second look. “Oh, you’re his new ‘pet’. Go sit down. He’s busy.” Blinking, Prince obeyed, not in the mood to argue the ‘pet’ comment, sitting on the couch, immediately wincing and shifting to a more comfortable position. He had been right, though. The couch was comfortable.
The room was quiet, the only sound the soft clicking of the keyboard as the secretary worked. Sighing, feeling strangely relaxed, Prince closed his eyes and was soon asleep again.
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“-mutt was going crazy last night.” Prince frowned just slightly, recognizing Kaiba’s voice. He was far too comfortable to bother much about it, though, nuzzling into the warmth. His pillow moved slightly with an amused chuckle.
“He’s fine. He’s sore, and tired, but that will fade quickly enough.”
“Quiet…” Prince murmured absently, still half-asleep. The Pharaoh smirked amusedly as he gazed down at his light, nestled comfortably against him. Whatever Bakura had done obviously had worn him out, since he hadn’t woken at all when Yami had lifted him from the couch and had brought him in here.
“It’s a pity Bakura didn’t manage to catch Ryou, though.” He commented. “Having all three of its figureheads captured would tear the rebellion apart.” Kaiba shrugged.
“They’re no more than a nuisance anyway.” The brunet stated, setting down the papers he had brought in. Yami took them, casting a quick glance through. Requests for funds, reports on the frontlines, other mundane things.
“You should take the day off, Seto. Go get reacquainted with Jou. I’ll manage fine.” Kaiba as about to protest, then reconsidered and smirked.
“That’s actually not that bad an idea. Maybe I’ll take him down to the garden. If you need me, just call.” Yami nodded as the brunet turned and left, more interested in watching his hikari again. After a moment, the Pharaoh bent his head, kissing him lightly.
“How adorable.” Yami sighed irritably, looking up at the twin nuisances that had just entered his office.
“What do you want, Marik?” The insane yami just laughed. Malik was strangely silent, the Pharaoh noted, though the hikari did seat himself on the edge of Yami’s desk, his usual place when the pair came in to irritate him.
“I got bored.” Marik said finally, with a shrug. ‘There’s nothing interesting going on at all. You should have a tournament.”
“Why don’t you go terrorize Bakura if you’re bored? Or go hunt down some rebels.” Yami answered irritably, looking down as he noted a sudden movement. Angry violet glared back up at him. The Pharaoh sighed, merely tightening his grip a bit, and looked back up.
“That’s not a bad idea…” Marik said, thoughtfully. “Maybe I can talk the Priest out of the rod.”
“It hasn’t worked so far. Why would it this time?” Malik muttered, reaching up to touch their millennium item, the Necklace, tied around his throat. Yami didn’t know what had made Marik decide to have Malik wear the item, but he wasn’t really all that concerned. The Necklace was useful in its way, but it wasn’t really all that powerful, the very reason he had given it to the Egyptian yami, and he had no worries about the slave trying to run, either. He had tried it once, early on, and had been caught. Yami wasn’t sure what Marik had done as punishment, but Malik hadn’t set a foot wrong since. The Spirit had kept an eye on them, for a while, but Malik didn’t seem to be abused, as he had feared, instead typically acting cheerful and good-natured. Except for today… But he could guess easily enough what that was about.
“Maybe we can catch Ryou.” Pleased with this idea, the yami dragged his long-suffering hikari out of the room. Yami sighed in relief.
“Let me go.” The order was delivered in a frigid tone, and the Spirit blinked, looking down at his own light. Pure rage shone in Prince’s eyes. The Pharaoh sighed mentally.
“Aibou…”
“I told you not to call me that. My name is Prince.” Yami stared at him in surprise. He had known of the rebel names the three had been given, but he hadn’t realised they had actually accepted them.
Prince wriggled free while the Pharaoh was distracted, putting a safe distance between them. He had been awake enough to notice the kiss, and, considering the jerk’s prior promise, he didn’t want to be anywhere near him.
Yami considered, letting him be for now, just reaching to activate the door’s electronic locks. Maybe he should follow Kaiba’s suggestions a little more often about the security. Especially that alarm system the computer expert had suggested for some of the less agreeable slaves. It had consisted of an anklet, worn by the slave and wirelessly hooked into the castle’s security system. The anklet actually had three purposes. It would activate an alarm if the slave went somewhere he or she shouldn’t, as well as administering a knockout drug. If, by some chance of fate, the slave did escape, then there was also a tracking device in it.
Though, Yugi, not Prince, no matter what he claimed, would, of course, need something a little nicer than a simple cuff. He’d have the goldsmith make him some jewellery, he decided, watching his hikari search the room for some way to escape. And he should get him a nicer outfit, as well. Not that Yugi didn’t look cute even in a slave’s gown. Cute enough for the Pharaoh to want to take him right here.
He should wait. He would wait, he informed his growing hardness firmly. Yugi would not appreciate being thoroughly ravaged across his desk right now. He was still quite sore, the Spirit knew, mostly because he was radiating his discomfort down the link. The way his shield had been up and down lately, though, Yami didn’t think he even realised he was doing it, this time.
But he needed to get out of here, before his libido got away on him. Maybe he could leave him in the garden with Seto and Jou, while he paid a visit to one of the girls. Yes, that would do.
“Come, Little One.” Prince just glared at him.
“Where?”
“Wherever I decide.” Yami answered, a little more sharply than he had intended. Prince still didn’t obey, though, actually moving away from him a little. The Spirit gave him an annoyed look, then after a moment, tried the same trick he had done last night.
It was much weaker this time, the Pharaoh controlling the power carefully, but it was still enough to send Yugi to his knees, a whimper crossing his lips. Yami immediately felt pity, but hardened his heart, holding the spell a moment more before he released it, going to cuddle him close then.
:I don’t want to hurt you, Yugi, but if pain is the only way you will learn to obey me, then so be it.: He pretended not to notice the silent tears that fell from his hikari’s eyes, just continuing to hug him tightly.
******
Wolf had stayed awake all night, only falling asleep, still leaning against the railing, when the sun had started to lighten the sky. He only slept a few hours, though, groaning as he opened his eyes, reaching to rub at his sore head. His throat felt like someone had rubbed the inside with sandpaper, and his mouth felt dry enough to qualify as a desert. As well as the fact that his stomach was still empty, and not pleased about the fact.
Sighing softly, he turned his head, noticing Kaiba, sitting in his chair, reading a book. At his elbow sat a large plate, slices of fruits and berries arranged on it.
“Are you done being stubborn?” Wolf tore his eyes away from the food, meeting amused cerulean.
“Bastard.” He muttered, looking away pointedly. There was an annoyed noise, and then he found his body suddenly moving. The Rod, he thought, noticing the glowing item again tucked behind the brunet’s belt.
Wolf’s body settled itself obediently at the CEO’s feet, his lips reaching eagerly for the offered fruit. It was just as delicious as he had expected, and he didn’t fight so much when he was fed the second piece. In fact, by the fourth, he hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t under the rod’s control anymore, willingly and eagerly gobbling down the fruit.
“Good boy.” Kaiba murmured absently, shivering a little as he watched his golden puppy suck the juices from his fingers. It made him wonder how good those lips would feel wrapped around other parts of his anatomy.
The words seemed to bring Wolf out of his daze, as he jerked back in shock. Before he could pull away, though, Kaiba reached to grab the harness, pulling him close, pressing his lips hungrily to the blond’s, tasting the sweetness of the fruit juice on them.
Then he was jerked forward, reluctantly releasing the harness as his pup fought to get away. Wolf scuttled back until he reached the wall of the doghouse, staring at him in horror.
Kaiba Seto, the bane of his existence, his mortal enemy until the end of time and beyond, had just kissed him. Wait, Kaiba was gay?
The brunet wasn’t all that surprised by the reaction. Considering the way the blond and that idiot friend of his with the weird haircut had gone after the girls, there had never been any doubt in his mind that Jou was completely straight.
He himself wasn’t, though. He had always found girls to be a nuisance. All they wanted him for was his looks and his money.
But then, a lot of the gay men he had been around were like that, as well. Maybe he was asexual.
Jou, though… Jou didn’t care. Jou claimed to despise him. But, despite all Kaiba’s insults, and all the times he had defeated him, the pup still came running back to nip at his heels. It might not be love, but it certainly was obsession. Manipulated properly, he could turn that to his advantage.
Smirking inwardly, he stood, turning back as a message popped up on the screen. Sending back a quick reply, he closed the laptop, moving inside to fetch a pair of shorts for his slave. He doubted Yami would have liked him taking his slave for a walk nude, and anyways, that was for him alone to see. And Mokuba, he supposed, but his little brother already had a girlfriend, that blond American who had been so gung-ho over Yugi a while back. She was a slave, true, but then, he couldn’t really judge on that.
“Come on, Pup. We’ll go down to the garden for a walk and you can see the midget.” He didn’t think he had ever seen the blond move so fast. Or be so agreeable.
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Tavi – Well, considering his intentions toward his ‘dog’, I can see why Gozaburo wouldn’t get him one. Lol. Yes, Yami’s not leaving much room for dignity, and Bakura… is Bakura. *Shrugs.* The only dignity he cares about is his own.
Was it good, really? I’m a bit of a sadist myself, I think everyone is, at least a bit, but I don’t consider myself as being all that great at doing scenes like that.
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