Royalty | By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: WOW!!! I got double reviews from what I actually
expected… maybe I should raise my expectation a bit then in reviews… >)
Bakura: It’s surpassing MY fic!!!
YAHHHHH!!!
Author: -.- I thought you hated
your fic because you were all angsty
and stuff…
Bakura: But it was STILL MY FIC!!!
Author: ><;;; Anyone who
wants to help me calm down Bakura please read Internal Scars and review please!
Malik: How about mine?
Author: *sighs* AND Wish You Were Here With
Me…
Ryou: *giggles* I beat them! I beat them!
Bakura and Malik: *glares*
Author: Oh calm down! Anyways, I’m absolutely delighted with
the amount of feedback I got in only 24 hours and that Ryou-Bakura1, the one
who I’m writing the challenge for, reviewed! WOW!!! I love ya!!!
Anyhow, on with the story! And this time I’m aiming for 10
reviews! Please R&R!!!
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After another bloodbath the next morning, Ryou limped out of
his chambers to seek out the healer. The thought warmed the teen, Jounouchi was famed in the kingdom for being extremely
advanced in healing, and surely he could tend to Ryou’s wounds.
He almost got bowled over by a bounding Malik, whistling as
he sped down the halls, “Whoa! I’m so sorry Ryou! You
alright?”
“Yes…I think,” Ryou rubbed his side painfully, where Malik
bumped into him, “but I think I just completely broke my rib now…”
“What?!” Malik snatched Ryou’s
shirt and pulled it up, and grimaced at what lay beneath, “Dear Ra Ryou! What
happened? It was…it was the Pharaoh wasn’t it? I heard Seto-sama
talking; you’re the Pharaoh’s slave now aren’t you?”
Ryou pulled his shirt away in shame, “He…” unable to continue,
the boy nodded.
“Come, I’ll take you to Jounouchi,
I know the way,” the tanned boy smiled to himself as he took Ryou’s hand and led
him down the great halls, “I SHOULD know the way.”
“Huh?”
“Jounouchi is…he’s my lover,”
Malik laughed at Ryou’s shocked expression, “but don’t let it get around, no
one knows but my brother and you.”
Ryou nodded, understanding the punishments that could be
held if anyone discovered that the two were seeing each other. “You are lucky,
to have someone that loves you Malik…”
The other teen stopped in his tracks for a moment, “But I
didn’t give him my innocence, and I still hate myself for it…” tears were in
his eyes when he turned to face Ryou, “Marik and I were both raised in the
palace as slaves, so I knew Jounouchi since we were
young. When we fell in love we promised our virginity to each other…and I broke
that promise.” Malik’s legs collapsed from underneath him and he crumbled to
the floor.
The pale teen was shocked, and knelt down, wrapping his arms
around the Egyptian. He realized now that beneath that bubbly exterior, Malik
was suffering just as much as he and Marik were, he just held up a brave face
for all three of them. “But Marik said that you still gave him your virginity,
it was your belief,” Ryou said softly, “Marik said you believed that you wouldn’t
truly give your virginity to someone unless you willed it so…”
“But…” Malik sobbed, “That’s all belief! In reality, it wasn’t
true!” He clung onto Ryou’s tunic, his tears soaking into the fabric.
He could hear suddenly a sniffle come from the smaller teen,
“Please believe it Malik…please tell me it’s true, then I can believe it as
well…”
Malik pulled away and gazed into Ryou’s dark brown orbs,
shimmering with tears, “Why…”
“Malik, I lost my virginity to the Pharaoh…” Ryou whimpered.
He was confused by the shock written over Malik’s face, “I thought you knew…”
The other teen shook his head, “I thought he just beat you…”
“No, I’m his sex slave…I’m his….whore…” Ryou looked down,
ashamed.
Malik wrapped his arms around Ryou once more, “Then let us
both believe that you are still a virgin, and I was a virgin before giving
myself to Jounouchi…”
Ryou nodded.
Upon arrival to Jounouchi’s
healing chamber the two young lovers kissed, happy to see each other again.
“Did Seto-sama hurt you again?” Jounouchi growled, “You were just here two days ago!”
“And yesterday for other reasons,” Malik answered grinning, “but
I’m perfectly fine. My new friend here is the one who needs help.”
The blonde teen gaped at the sight of Ryou, “You look…exactly
like…Bakura…may the gods bless his soul…”
Ryou looked down, uncomfortable from the way Jounouchi intently stared at him.
“That’s probably why…the Pharaoh had such a good night,”
Malik said, “I recall Seto-sama bragging about his
choices in bed slaves. I’m sure you heard him too sometime yesterday Jounouchi.”
“Yes… I did…so you’re him, well let’s get you on the bed
here…” he said, scooping a squealing Ryou onto the high bed, made of smooth
stone, “I’ll need you to strip.”
The boy’s pale cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “Why
can’t I just keep my tunic on?”
“Because then I can’t heal your injuries silly!”
When Malik came to help Ryou held his garments on
stubbornly, “I don’t want to! I…” disgrace rose within him again, “I don’t want
you to see…after what Master did to me.”
The Egyptian stopped his attempted to remove Ryou’s tunic
and dropped back, “Ryou,” he said gently, “we just want to help…I know you’re
still upset and probably ashamed of what the Pharaoh did. But Jounouchi has healed Marik and me in the past; you’re not
the only one. Don’t be ashamed Ryou, it’s not your fault, nor it is mine or
Marik’s that we ended up being who we are, and Jounouchi’s
here to help.”
Still hanging his head in shame, Ryou relaxed and let the
other teen remove his clothes.
The blonde healer sucked in a breath when he saw the deep
hue of purple that contrasted with Ryou’s alabaster skin, “Oh Ra…” he turned to
his shelves and began to dig through the many bottles that sat there, “I haven’t
seen a broken rib in a long time, I hope the medication hasn’t rotted.”
Malik wrinkled his nose, “I remember getting a whiff of
rotten medicine once,” he waved his hand across his nose as a gesture, “NEVER
make me the guinea pig to your experiments with rotten medication again!”
Despite the gloomy mood, Ryou giggled.
“Ah! I found it! And it looks alright!” Jounouchi
grinned widely as he uncorked the small bottle and shook blue mush out of it, “I
promise it’s not chewed up food, Ryou.”
Ryou giggled again; Jounouchi
really had a way to make people laugh and Malik seems to be catching onto his
lover’s bright mood.
Jounouchi lathered the injury with
the blue substance, “Now let that sit til it gets all crusty and falls off, “
he lifted Ryou off the bed and stood him up. “Now for the other VERY obvious
injury that one would have…” he gestured for Malik to bring him another bottle,
“I know you’re probably gone freak but try to stay clam alright?”
Ryou nodded, curious to what the blonde is up to as he
squatted behind the boy. He gasped when Jounouchi’s
hand spread his buttocks’ cheeks open and began to examine his tight entrance, “Isis
made you one tight boy Ryou…it must have hurt…”
“A lot,” Ryou whispered, his whole face red with
embarrassment. No one speaks freely of his sexual features just out of the
blue.
“You’re swollen, I think you must’ve torn your passageway or
something,” taking the ointment Malik handed to him, he dipped his finger into
the cool, clear green liquid and rubbed it on Ryou’s anus, slipping his finger
inside to heal the tears as well.
Ryou choked and almost jumped away if Malik hasn’t held him
still, “Relax Ryou, Jono’s mine, so you couldn’t have
him even if you wanted to!”
The pale boy broke into all out laughter at the comment;
indeed the two lovers have a very positive effect on him.
Jounouchi finished with the wound
and proceeded to use various ointments on Ryou’s injuries, “At least the
Pharaoh doesn’t seem to have a knife fetish,” the healer glared at no one in
particular, “Seto-sama certainly does. Maybe I should
stop healing you two brothers so he’ll stop taking for granted that you won’t
get scars.”
“But then,” Malik gazed at his lover, “I’ll have scars,”
“Nonsense,” Jounouchi left Ryou’s
side to wrap his arms around the Egyptian’s lean waist, “I’ll take them away
once he gets rid of the knife!”
Malik laughed lightly, tilting his head up to capture Jounouchi’s lips.
Ryou smiled at the couple and contented himself to slowly
chipping off the hardening mush on his side with his fingers while the two
enjoyed their time together. By the time they were finished, Ryou was amazing
himself over how the enormous bruise on his side was gone and that it no longer
hurt to breathe.
“Alright Ryou I think it’s time to take off the- Oh! You did
it already!” Jounouchi grinned proudly, “Aren’t I
good?”
“Yes you are, thank you so much Jounouchi!”
Ryou gave the older teen a hug before dressing himself, no longer as ashamed to
show himself to the two.
The healer handed him a bottle, “Take this with you, it’s
for your behind,” Jounouchi turned around and pointed
to his anus, making Ryou laugh again, “that way you don’t have to come down
here all the time unless you have a serious injury, and that way I don’t have
to touch you either, though it was kind of fun…”
“Jono!”
Malik snapped and whacked his boyfriend on the back of his head.
“I’m just kidding!” Jounouchi
rubbed his head, “jealous…”
Ryou smiled, “Thank you again Jounouchi!”
“Don’t sweat it.”
The younger teen excused himself and left when Malik seemed
to start getting a little rowdy around the blonde young man. It was almost as
if his Master never touched him at all his wounds healed so fast and so
perfectly. He slid the medication into his tunic, treasuring the small bottle
of ointment; indeed it would come in very handy.
Three suns passed in a blur. Ryou hardly had time to sleep
every night considering Yami, always extremely frustrated from some meeting,
would fuck him senseless. Ryou wondered if the servants who changed his bath
water everyday and his bed sheets were ever curious to why there was blood or
cum all over the water or covers. Maybe they were just kept silent.
One thing that continuously bugged the young boy was the
well being of Bakura. Marik had locked the hair in a small box in his room,
which he showed to Ryou when the teen was shown to the Egyptian’s bed chambers
for a visit.
***
“I hold it every night, once Seto-sama’s
done with us. Sometimes I sleep with it; it reminds me of him so much,” Marik
had said tearfully. “You could have gotten killed going down there Ryou!
Promise me you won’t do it again!”
“I promise,” Ryou had said softly, not really intending to
keep that promise, and he prayed to the gods that they would forgive him for
his sin if he did break his promise to Marik.
“Malik is still amazed; now he won’t stop bugging me that he
was right about his assumptions that Bakura and I are to be together happily
every after,” Marik gazed at the locks, which he were tenderly stroking, “sounds
almost impossible, but nevertheless, I’m beginning to believe that Ra’s light
is finally beginning to shine down on us.”
***
The young teen had every intention of visiting Bakura again,
despite the dangers. And it was still early in the morning. Ryou only ate the
bread for his breakfast, and wrapping the fruit in a cloth, he carefully
slipped out of his room, making sure he wasn’t seen and questioned, and headed
back to the familiar pathway that bore deep into the earth.
Luckily for Ryou, he didn’t have to witness Bakura being
tortured again when he entered the interrogative chambers. He winced at the
sight of the large boulder in the middle, imagining how it must have felt when
Bakura was strapped to it. Creeping onwards silently, Ryou could feel something
wasn’t right; it seemed a little too silent. Normally he would hear the distant
footsteps of the guards, but it was eerily quiet, and Ryou could feel his heart
clench with fear when he discovered that Bakura wasn’t in his cell. Sweat
dripped off his face as he turned around, knowing no where else to go but back.
He wasn’t in the
torture chamber…and now not his cell…where…
When he heard a sinister chuckle he gasped and pressed up
against the cell bars, whimpering at the guards as they emerged from the
shadows.
“I told you he’d come back,” one said.
The bulky man grabbed Ryou’s hair and pulled him close, “You
think that you sneaked past unnoticed the first down you came here you wretch?”
he raised his hand and slapped the smaller boy, sending him flying to the ground,
“now that you’re back I think we have a little surprise for you.”
Ryou screamed in horror as Bakura was wrenched out from the
shadows and thrown on the ground in front of him. The teen looked like a
zombie, his eyes sunken in and hollow, his cheeks caved in. His whole, nude
body was smeared in mud, dried blood and cum; his whole body was as pale as his
hair, white skin stretched over bone.
“We’ve been starving him and dehydrating him since you came,
almost 5 suns…if he doesn’t get some moisture, he’s going to die. He somehow
managed to survive on drinking his own ejaculation, but he has no more moisture
left in his body for that,” the men laughed, “and he can’t shed any blood to
drink or else he’ll lose what little moisture he DOES have.”
Ryou scrambled to get the fruit when a large foot stepped on
his arm and snatched the bag away from him, “I see you’ve trying to sneak him
food. Nice try boy but this will be a fitting meal for us.” Throwing the bag to
his companion, the men devoured the fruit.
Bakura looked up, his eyes glowing with hunger, and
insanity. Slowly he began to crawl towards Ryou, his teeth bared, foaming at
the mouth, as if he were to devour the boy himself.
“Oh he won’t eat you,” one guard drawled as Ryou clambered
away, until the zombie-like teen grabbed him by his ankle and dragged him back,
his bony fingers a steely grip. “If his brain is still sane enough, he should
know you well enough to not kill you, besides, it’s not healthy.” Ryou
whimpered as the men laughed again, “I’m sure he’ll want something to quench
his dying thirst though…”
Ryou fought back as he was dragged towards Bakura, terrified
of the almost walking corpse as his arms were pinned above his head. Bakura’s
eyes were fiery, gazing all over Ryou’s body before settling his sights between
his legs, and with his free hand, clawed the smaller boy’s clothes off.
“NO!” Ryou shrieked, “Bakura no! Please no!”
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Author: And I’ll stop there for now!
Bakura: Ewww!!! I sound like a
ghoul!
Ryou: *gleep*
Author: Anyways, please review! Remember! No more until I
get at least 10!
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