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Egyptain Slave	By : Reist Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I do not make any profit of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I do not make any profit of this story.
Warnings: Angst, smex.
Pairings: Seth/Yugi, Seth/Atem, future Seth/Atem/Yugi and Kaiba/Atem/Yugi.
Chapters: 7/?
Summary: Seth brought a slave and this slave was going to turn everyone’s lives upside down.
Notes: Hello readers. Sorry for the delay. My mind has been spinning with ideas but seems impossible to write them down. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think.

Yugi knelt in the room, feeling like his back was on fire. Tears fell from his eyes but he made no move to wipe them away. His heart was also sobbing. Why did he believe in his master? He lowered his head when the door opened. He didn’t dare look up. He was a slave and that meant he had no rights. He heard footsteps come near him. Was he going to be punished more?

“I have never met a slave who disobeyed their own master alone the pharaoh of Egypt.” A strong voice stated. After silence greeted him, he replied, “You are the first I have ever truly punished. Why Yugi did you disobey me?” Yugi remained silent and Atem sighed. He ordered, “Rise and come over here.” He walked to the harem bed, watching as Yugi walked over. He patted his hand on the bed and ordered once again, “Lie on your stomach and let me see the damage.”

Yugi did what he was told and didn’t make a sound. He laid there, flinching as the cold rag ran across his abused back. He expected more punishment but all he got was his wounds being cleaned. What will his master do to him once he was sent back to him? Will he be punished again?

Atem sighed, “I wish you went straight to the room.”

Yugi turned his head and thought that he should have. He whispered, “She might have been upset to be sold off to you and wasn’t thinking clearly.” He closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t get hit again.

Atem washed out the rag and started to wash the back once again. He took a breath and stated, “She set it up, little one. She made sure she would be sold to me. She was in plot with the thieves. Thieves that killed off people they robbed. All she desired was revenge for ending them, ones who harmed my people.” Yugi stayed silent. The boy was too innocent. He made sure all the wounds were cleaned as he started to rub herbs onto the cuts. The thin body would jump and a soft whimper would escape those lips. He sighed, “Little one.”

Yugi shut his mouth, not ready for another punishment for saying something. He should follow the orders and keep his mouth shut all the time now. Still, it didn’t sound like the pharaoh was upset now. He took a risk to glance at the king. Those ruby eyes were staring straight into his and he turned his head quickly. Could he trust the pharaoh and his master again? They caused him pain but it was his fault. He smelt the sweetness from the herbs and started to close his eyes. He couldn’t fall asleep. It could cause trouble for the pharaoh. He snapped his eyes open. Even though what happened today, he still didn’t want the pharaoh to be hurt in any way.

Atem saw the boy trying to stay awake. He rubbed more herbs on the back and whispered, “Go ahead, little one. Go to sleep. Everything will be fine now.”

In the garden, Seth paced in a circle, trying to figure how he was feeling. Yugi disobeyed a direct order from the pharaoh. Yugi was punished for it and he took the whip to do it. He sat down, trying to calm down. He wasn’t sure who he was angry at. He heard soft footsteps and lifted his head, sighing to see Mana standing there with her arms behind her back. He asked, “What is it, Mana?”

“I was in the court to see what happen. How is he?” Mana asked.

“The pharaoh is a little upset about the punishment.” Seth answered as he went to stare at the pond.

“I meant the slave.” Mana explained. When no words came from Seth, she yelled, “You didn’t check on him! Seth, shame on you! You should go and see him!”

“The pharaoh asked me to stay away for a day.” Seth responded, sighing deeply. He should be the one taking care of the slave but maybe it was best for him to stay away. After all, his anger didn’t die down any and it could be worse for Yugi to be around him.

Mana sat next to Seth, staring at the pond. There was no laughter today. She whispered, “A slave life is horrible. He is a sad case but he did disobey the pharaoh.” She touched the tan hand and continued, “Many are saying the pharaoh was too soft but that is who he is. You took it upon yourself knowing it would have been worse for the slave if the guard did the punishment.” She stood up, sighing when no words were spoken to her. She shook her head sadly and left the high priest to his own thoughts.

In the pharaoh’s room, Atem leaned back against the cushions, watching as the slave slept. The head lying across his lap and a small hand grabbing the blankets. Yugi will feel pain for a while before everything healed. He only hoped it didn’t leave scars. Who was he kidding? There will be scars, not on the body but inside the soul. He found himself running his fingers through the spiky hair. He moved away from the boy. It would do no good with rumors started. He covered up the shivering body and went toward his bed. Maybe a nap will do him good. It has been a long day.

Seth stared at the pond, still confused of his feelings. He never did want to harm the slave. It was part of the reason he bought him. He ran his hand over his face, muttering to himself, “This is pointless.” He stood, figuring it was best to gain some rest for a while.

A few hours later, as the sun started to go down, Yugi felt a fire running wildly in his body. He removed the cover, glancing around. His eyes watered as he felt the pain on his back. He moved slowly out of the bed. His legs felt like jelly. He sauntered toward the door. He should be with his master, not causing trouble for the pharaoh.

Atem awoke to footsteps going toward the door. He leaned up in bed and asked, “What are you doing, Yugi?” Yugi turned around quickly, grabbing the door knob to prevent from falling over. He could see the young one was in deep pain. He moved off his bed and walked toward the teenager.

Yugi sobbed, “I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me again.” The pain was taking over him, making him dizzy. He felt arms wrap around him and he fell forward. He was so hot.

Atem’s eyes widened as he felt the heat from the boy. He picked him up bridal style and carried him to the bed. Each step he took, the teenager would sob. He laid him down, but Yugi was trying to roll over. He ordered, “Lay still.”

“Please. It hurts. It hurts. I’ll listen. I won’t disobey again.” Yugi sobbed, needing to get off his back.

Atem moved away and went to the door. He slammed the door open to see both of his guards jump. He turned to one and ordered, “Get High Priest Seth and tell him to come here now.” Then he turned to the other and barked out, “Get my healer.” He slammed the doors shut and quickly rushed to the slave’s side. He grabbed a rag, dipping it in the cold water. He ran it across the heated face. Fevers were not uncommon but they could lead to many deaths. He whispered, “Hang on, little one.”

In the high priest’s chamber, Seth heard a loud bang and went toward his door. He saw a guard, who was looking nervous. He asked calmly, “What is it?”

“The pharaoh demands you to go to his private room.” The guard answered.

“Is the pharaoh all right?” Seth asked as he left, following the guard.

“He was pretty upset.” The guard responded, regaining his calm. He saw the healer coming down the hall quickly.

Seth felt fear run through his body. The healer could only mean something happened. He knocked, hearing an order to enter. He entered, seeing his king by the harem bed, touching the slave with a rag. He knelt and rose when he was ordered. The healer ran to the pharaoh’s side.

“It is not me I called you for. Heal this boy.” The pharaoh ordered coldly.

“My pharaoh, he is merely a slave.” The healer remarked.

Atem turned his eyes on the healer and demanded, “Heal him.” Seth just stood there, frozen on spot.

“Please. Let me off my back. Please. I swear I won’t disobey.” Yugi cried as the pain continued to race up his back.

The healer felt the boy’s head, feeling the fever. He pulled out some herbs gridding them up and putting water to mix it together. This once helped his king when he was young. He held the small head up and spoke, “You must drink this, slave.”

Seth stepped forward, finally overcome the shock. He ran his hand across the head. Purple eyes stared at him, pleading with him. He whispered, “Do as he says.”

Yugi opened his mouth, letting the stuff run down his throat. Was it over? Was he allowed to roll off of his back? His head was laid down. Words were spoken, but he didn’t hear them. He wanted to roll off of his back. It was too painful.

The healer spoke, “We need to cool him down. A cold bath will do good for him.”

Atem nodded his head as he heard the door open. Aria stood there and he ordered, “Prepare a cold bath in the harem bathing area.” Aria quickly ran out of the room to do as he ordered. He saw Seth pick up the slave, who was sobbing and begging.

“Please. Hurts. No more. I’ll be good. Please.” Yugi sobbed his begging.

Seth leaned down, kissing the hot forehead. He whispered softly and calmly even though he was far from feeling it, “Just a little bit more, Yugi.” He carried the boy out with Atem following close by. He was surprised the healer didn’t scold Atem. The healer was always worried for the pharaoh’s health. As he entered the bathing chamber, the girls were dumping water into the large area, no fire lit to heat the water. He set the boy down, removing his clothes. The boy was trying to squirm away but he kept him still. He could see fear in those eyes. He stood up, undressing. He picked up the boy again and went inside the water.

“No! No! Please. It hurts. It burns. Please, stop master. I swear I’ll never disobey an order again.” Yugi yelled, begged, and sobbed at once. He was told to hold his breath and he did. When he got above the water, he gripped those tan hands, pleading, “Please. Stop. Hurts so bad.”

“We have to take down the fever, little one.” Atem voice’s floated in the room as he knelt next to the bathing.

Yugi turned his head and asked, “What did I do this time to be punished?” That was all he had on mind. They had to be punishing him again. He didn’t do anything. He felt lifted out of the water. He clung to his master and asked, “Is the punishment over?”

Seth looked down and explained, “Yugi, listen closely. You have a fever. We have to keep it down.”

“But it hurts.” Yugi cried.

“I know, Yugi. Do not worry that part is over. You need rest now.” Seth said he dressed them both.

“Stay in my chamber for the night with him. It is closer.” Atem ordered as he walked away. Beside Seth couldn’t get the healer do anything but he could. As the guards opened his chamber door, he said, “Use the harem bed for him. This time I suggest putting him on his stomach. Hopefully that will take some of the pain away.”

Seth laid the boy on his stomach, grabbing a rag. He dipped it in the cold water, running it across the heated skin. Purple eyes held fear in them. This was his fault. He should have never punished the slave.

“Stop blaming yourself, my friend. It was I who ordered the punishment.” Atem spoke from where he stood.

“How the hell can you be so damn calm!?” Seth yelled, upset that Atem showed nothing. He sneered, “Is this your way to fend him off of me?”

Yugi jumped to sitting and pleaded, “Do not fight.” Two heads turned to him. He ignored the pain running through his body. He moved to the edge of the bed, whispering, “Don’t fight on my account. I’m not worth it and you both shouldn’t throw away everything you have because of me.”

Atem gave off a small smile as he walked to the slave. Running his hand over the heated skin, he sighed, “You need your rest, little one.” He helped him lay down, running some cold rag over the back. Purple eyes tried to fight the sleep and he started to hum a song his mother once did for him when he was young.

Seth looked down at the slave, feeling ashamed for losing his control. He glanced up to his king, his lover. His mouth opened but a sharp look told him to be quiet. He went by the slave’s side, rubbing the herbs on the wounds. He felt guilt for both of them. How could he think Atem would punish someone to get rid of them? He watched as those purple eyes started to close, falling asleep to Atem’s voice. He was handed the cold rag and he started to run it across the pale skin, trying to bring down the fever. He looked back to Atem to see him leaning against the cushions. He whispered, “Forgive me.”

Atem glanced away from Yugi to his lover. Those eyes pleaded with him to forgive his words. His fingers ran through spiky hair as he replied, “I never could stay mad at you for long. You should know that.”

“I hurt you. I blamed you for nothing. There are things that have been done even if you do not agree with them.” Seth explained, lowering his head in shame. His hand kept running the cold rag over the slave’s body. Will Yugi win over this fever? Will this slave survive one thing that could bring death to many?

Atem pulled away from the bed, walking to his high priest. He lifted the chin, speaking, “You are my high priest, my loyal follower, and my lover. Forgiveness is always given to you.” He stepped away and sighed, “Take care of him, Seth. For my punishment, he might never trust either of us again.” He walked away, drawing the curtains. His heart pulled at him for what he did to this young child. It was not Seth’s fault. It was his and he had no idea how to fix it. Still Yugi showed care for them, being selfless.

A few hours later, Yugi awoke and turned his head to see his master fast asleep on the chair by the bed. The high priest looked worn out. His skin still felt hot. He tried to move but pain raced up his back. Was he back in the master’s chamber? He glanced around seeing he was still in the pharaoh’s room.

“I see you are awake.” Atem remarked as he pushed aside the curtains. Yugi lowered his eyes but he caught the glimpse of fear. He waved his hand for Aria to set the tray over Yugi’s lap. He walked inside and sat next to the slave. He noticed the other not moving an inch and he stated, “You must eat, little one.”

Yugi stared at the food. He felt his stomach rumble, but he couldn’t even more an inch. Will he be punished for not eating? He tried to lift his hand to start to eat, but the pain was too much.

Atem saw the problem, grabbing the spoon. He put some food on it and put it in front of Yugi’s mouth. Those purple eyes looked so innocent and grateful. He kept doing that until almost all the food was gone and Yugi turned his head. There were no words or laughter. Aria collected the tray and he ordered, “Bring the healer.” She left to carry out his orders. He ran his hand over the forehead to feel the fever. It wasn’t as high as before, but it still concerned him.

Yugi wondered what the pharaoh was doing. Was he going to be punished again? He glanced to see his master still sleeping away. He went to move, but strong arms pulled him back and a damp cold rag ran across his face. He whispered, “Master.”

“Shh, little one. He has been up for a long time trying to get your fever to lower. I can take care of you.” The pharaoh sighed softly. Those purple eyes watered and the guilt would not leave him. He put that fear in the other. He showed a cruel way of being a slave. The healer came in and bowed his head. As the healer held out a bowl of the herbs, he ordered when the slave kept his mouth close, “Drink. It will help.” Yugi did what he ordered without a word. Yes, there were scars now and he put them there. He stood up, letting the slave roll off his back. He watched as the purple eyes hidden from view. He stepped away, seeing the healer giving him a stern look. He asked, “Is there something on your mind?”

“My pharaoh, you can catch this fever. He is a mere slave, let the fever destroy him. You are needed unlike him.” The healer spoke, not caring of his voice being raised.

Atem stared at the healer for a moment and spoke, “He is needed.”

“Yes for pleasure and that is it.” The healer snorted.

“Healer watch your tongue with me. I can find someone else to fill your position.” The pharaoh hissed, trying to calm down his anger. He was ready to tell him that he enjoyed his presence and the laughter in the walls brought some peace to his soul. He knew better than to reveal anything like that though. He ordered, “You will never bring this up again.” The healer bowed his head. Before the healer could leave, he warned, “You better not be harming him. If I find out, I will end your life where you stand.” The healer showed a fearful look and left. He ran his hand through his spiky hair, sighing.

Yugi listened to the conversation. He didn’t understand. Why was the pharaoh trying so hard to protect him? He felt a cold rag on him, knowing it wasn’t from the pharaoh. He took a peek to see his master running it across his heated skin. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want them to know that he was listening. It could lead to another punishment and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take it.

“You should gain more rest.” The pharaoh sighed as he entered back inside.

Seth remarked, “My pharaoh, they would blame him if something happened to you. It will be best if I take him back to my chamber.” He felt the hot skin and whispered, “Yugi survive.”

Atem heard the soft spoken words. He was sure he wasn’t meant to hear them. He knew it was the truth on the other words. His kingdom will blame the slave if he came down with sickness. He stated, “Take him back to your chamber, but be careful. The wounds still hurt him.”

Seth pulled the blanket away and picked up the small body. He heard the hiss escaping those lips. He whispered softly, “Hush, Yugi. It will be all right.” He carried him away and out the door as it was opened by Aria. She bowed her head toward him and he left behind his lover to take care of the slave himself. It didn’t take long to get into his chamber and lay the small boy onto the bed. He quickly ran around, grabbing the stuff he needed. Once again, he was wiping the heated body with a cold rag.

Yugi would peek every once in a while. He noticed the stress on the tan face. His master was taking care of him. The coldness across his skin felt so good. He would have to bit his lip when it would run across his wounds. He still wasn’t sure if he would get punished for listening and watching. He let the tiredness take over him, trying to figure out what he should trust; the cruel side of his master and pharaoh or the soft gentleness from them.
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