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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I am in no way making money off of this Yu-gi-oh portrayal or the characters and settings therein. If I was well, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Ha...So it follows that I don't own the Yu-gi-oh fandom either...that would be Kazuki Takahashi.

Chapter List
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Chapter Eight
"I am a prince! All my life everything has prostrated itself before me."
"Master, stop! You're hurting me…" Yugi cowered against the wall Atem was pinning him against, their houseguests out of mind for a moment as manicured fingers carved welts into the smaller boy's arm. "Please…"
"Why do you fight me!? Why do you refuse?" His voice cracked, something resembling hysteria festering as a strangled cry in his chest. "Am I not gentle? Have I not been patient?!"
"Yes", Yugi whispered. His body would not obey him, in every way he was no longer his own. His muscles quivered in response to the perfect fury lacing Atem's restraint, his legs threatening to buckle. He wanted to say no. He wanted to lash out and say he was a human, that affection couldn't be bought, that it had to be earned. This was a tired argument though and he'd forfeited the right to say such things so instead, he murmured, "Yes master."
"Don't…call me that…"
Purple eyes flickered as the spark of life died there. He wasn't even confused. Yugi awaited his master's edict, drowning in the piercing crimson that bathed all facets of his being.
"Say my name."
With a wide, fearful gaze Yugi offered subtle resistance in his hesitation.
"Call me Atem", the prince begged, kneeling before his servant. "Call me Atem, aibou."
Expression hollow, the trinette droned, "What would you have me do…Atem?"
"Love me…love me because you want to, not because I force you." Tan fingers slid up the black fabric covering Yugi's thighs, giving a squeeze of encouragement. In their wake the kinks released, the trembling muscles stopped. "I will if I must but…I'd prefer it if you were willing. Love me as I you. Just, follow me." The prince's hands stilled as he closed his eyes and rested his cheek against Yugi's stomach. "Follow me and love me and I will show you everything. Let me", he made a frustrated gesture. "Let me protect you."
His servant said nothing but the collar around his throat weighed down as the yoke it was meant to be. The boy's head bobbed in understanding but the emptiness lingered. Atem wilted but decided to take his chances as they stood now.
With careful movements, he rose to his feet and cupped Yugi's nape with both hands, dipping down for a chaste kiss as his fingers massaged. The smaller boy's lips were soft, sweet, pliant. Atem swiped his tongue over his own underlip before making a repeat offense, deepening the contact for only a moment. Yugi's breath hitched with a small mewl of protest. "Aibou", Atem whispered between wet pecks. "Aibou…"
The master tasted, licked, explored with relish while Yugi stood there and endured it, hands loose at his sides, head tilted up slightly, eyes open and dead as Atem took his fill. The prince pulled back, knowing that Yugi wasn't going to respond but treasuring this contact more than the finest jewels, the coolest water. He hugged his heart's echo close and turned until he could run his nose over the soft curve of Yugi's ear. "You are mine little one."
No response.
"Tell me you are mine Yugi", his voice was stern, desperate.
"I am yours…Atem."
The prince's hold tightened, pointedly ignoring the silent disgust that colored every bit of his boy's soul.
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A sharp knock at the door jerked Atem out of his doze on the couch. He blinked stupidly at the wall, hoping it was some lasting phantom but another sharp rap echoed in the hall's interior. The prince grunted, hauling himself to his feet and ignoring the stiff muscles that protested sudden movement from staying in the same position too long.
He'd been dreaming of their confrontation. Dreaming. No, he thought wryly. Dreaming would mean rest and the Gods had seen fit to grant him none of that. He was exhausted.
Yes, even princes had boundaries. He still couldn't bring himself to do more than kiss. It was definitely not for lack of wanting however.
All things in time.
The prince swabbed his bottom lip with his thumb as if that could banish the lingering tingle and padded towards the entryway with a frown.
The intrusion sounded for a third time, from here Atem could hear the hinges creak in protest as the visitor on the other end hammered away. The throbbing at his temples threatened to erupt into a full blown headache so he pushed himself from stumbling to shuffling into the hall on socked feet. It was at times like this he wished he could more assertive with his wants. Answering doors was servants' work but Yugi was opposed to that sort of thing, to having people wait on him hand and foot. Yugi wanted to be alone in his grandfather's house. Atem wanted him to be comfortable, so he heeded the silly requests.
And so here he was, a prince of a great nation, answering the door to a game shop…and sorely wishing he hadn't.
A pink rabbit-like cartoon creature was hunkered on the stoop, clutching a gilded envelope in its yellow gloved hands. It was garbed in….teal overall shorts, a huge violet bow tie, goggles, and ridiculously oversized blue boots.
Pain exploded in Atem's skull, crimson blinking a few times just to make sure he was really seeing... whatever this thing was. "Uhm…", he croaked. "May I…May I help you…?"
The cartoon creature stuck its tongue out and shoved the envelope into Atem's hands before it exploded into motion; what could only be called a scuttling jig of sorts, slapping its haunches, slobbering, giggling. As the creepy thing opened its mouth to start singing, Atem slammed the door in its face.
He placed his back to the wood with wide eyes, praying it would leave. When the shuffle of big-booted rabbit feet finally sounded he sighed, slumped, and pressed both palms to his temples as they gave a vicious pulse. The delivery slipped from his fingers as Atem groaned and placed his forehead on his knees.
That…thing could only have come from one place. He took a breath. He took another. Atem straightened up and ripped open the stylized seal.
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"Please?"
"I said no brat. Now git."
"But…"
"No."
"This is my house!"
"And he's my brother!"
Yugi took a breath for patience as he crossed his arms and mustered a scowl. A soft, muffled voice bled through the door, making the elder twin tense. He shot Yugi another silent snarl then cracked the door open and leaned his head in.
The trinette bit his lip, unable to hear the exchange from here. Bakura stiffened and muttered under his breath as he straightened to regard Yugi again.
He gave a tremulous smile, the older boy not so threatening when he remembered Ryou could temper even this demon's rage. "Can I now?"
Bakura clucked his tongue and eyed Yugi as he began to chew his lip in earnest, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The whitenette crossed his arms, scraping a hard stare up and down the quivers that shook gold bangs over purple eyes.
At length, the older boy growled, "I suppose", and stepped aside, pushing the door all the way open with one arm. He didn't take his eyes off Yugi the whole time he shuffled inside. Ryou was propped up on the bed.
The trinette breathed a sigh and padded over to lean by his side.
"Ryou", he said gently. A hand came up to cup the pale boy's cheek but quicker than a blink, bony fingers caged his wrist and yanked him back. Yugi cried out, his shoulder burning as his toes skimmed the carpet. The taller boy dangled him until they were eye level. His face contorted as he spat, "Don't touch him."
Ryou gasped then started coughing.
Bakura spared him a glance then shook Yugi's wrist, waiting for the sound of popping, the feeling of tearing. "See what you did? He's not ready." He turned with the intent of dragging the trinette out but a small hand fisted in his shirt, ceasing his movements.
"Kura! Drop…him…", Ryou wheezed.
Any other time the elder twin might have scoffed at his bravado, but there was a hard glint in those chocolate eyes. He knew that look well. Without being asked twice Bakura complied, stalking towards the door and swinging it closed until only a sliver of hallway was visible. "Call me when you're ready."
Yugi curled his arm against his side, smoothing his face into a pained smile as he reclaimed his spot. This time though, he didn't try to touch his guest. "How are you feeling", he murmured.
"Better." Ryou's fingers drifted across the bed and tangled with the one's clutching Yugi's elbow. "I'm so happy to see you agai—"
"I'm sorry!"
The frail boy jumped at the desperation coloring the words. Yugi turned to him, face relaxed but hot tears tumbled down his cheeks, belying his calm. "Ryou…I didn't want to leave you. I didn't."
"I know." And he meant it. Little hands laced together and squeezed, each boy soothed by the concrete feeling of the other. "I know…"
Yugi bowed his head and his shoulders sagged, tension he hadn't realized was building there until it rolled off like water on feathers. "So many things have happened. Sometimes…sometimes I don't—"
"Its okay." He jerked his chin toward the door. "Don't mind Kura. His bark is worse than his bite."
"I resemble that remark", the elder snapped.
A wet smile stole over Yugi's lips even as his shoulder throbbed. "I missed you."
Rosy lips quirked in amusement. "I missed you too Yugi. And thank you." Another squeeze.
Purple met brown in silent question. With his free hand Ryou gestured around the room then massaged his throat as he winced, trying to find his voice which was beginning to get gravelly from lack of use. Yugi nodded and leaned forward to bump their foreheads together, tucking a snowy strand behind Ryou's ear.
"No more talking now", he chided. He made a move to get up but Ryou clung to him.
"Wa…it. Not ye-t." The pale boy's face drew taught with distress and pain. "Yugi, stay."
"You need rest. And I should go anyways to see if my master needs anything."
Ryou clutched at his hand but in the end, Yugi stood and dislodged his grip. "I'll come back."
"That's…what you said…last time."
The trinette smiled sadly and cupped a pale cheek in his palm. Chocolate orbs stared up at him, stubborn and just as loveable as he remembered.
"Get a move on squirt." Yugi turned to see Bakura looming in the doorway. He jerked his chin towards the hall. "Penicula is calling for you."
Despite his healthy fear/respect for the older boy, Yugi couldn't quite choke back the laugh at what Bakura had recently dubbed his lord and master. He flushed as he scurried past, exchanging a secret smirk with the smaller whitenette then disappearing downstairs.
"Is that really…necessary?"
Bakura rolled one shoulder as he stepped into the room and closed the door all the way behind him. As an afterthought he flicked the lock. "It's a moral imperative to make fun of that prick."
Ryou shook his head between raspy pants and extended his arms. Getting the message, the elder twin peeled his shirt off and climbed onto the other side of the bed. Ryou wiggled over then laid his head on Bakura's chest, sighing as they both got comfortable.
"He is…Yugi's master though. If you aren't careful he might…kick us out."
The older boy snorted, resting his cheek on his brother's snowy locks and pressing a heated palm on the small of Ryou's back. "He won't. …Prissy Princey—?
Ryou shook his head. "I like Penicula better."
Bakura played with the nickname on his tongue. "Yeah, me too. Anyways, he isn't the one in charge here." A hand came up and hooked one of Ryou's knees, draping the slender leg over his thighs, pulling his replica closer.
"But Yugi said—"
"The brat can't see it yet." Bakura paused for a moment, his thoughts simmering. "But Atem isn't the one in control."
Idle fingers played with Bakura's nipple as Ryou's other arm tightened around his middle. Bakura rubbed his back. The darker echo couldn't resist the wry smirk that curved his mouth, silently accepting the same truth that didn't apply to just Atem.
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"…Atem?"
The prince looked up from roving over the message a third time. He blinked then set the invitation on the coffee table and motioned Yugi over. Pensive, the smaller boy sat with a straight back and his hands bunched on his knees.
Atem bent forward and cupped one of his fists, resting his elbows on his knees and contemplating the silence around them a moment. Then he sighed through his nose.
"Pack your things."
Yugi stiffened but rose to do his master's bidding.
"Aren't you even going to ask why?"
"No mas—Atem."
The shorter of the two turned on his heel and plodded back up the stairs.
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"Leetle darliiiink", Olga sang as she bustled inside.
Jonouchi looked up from his numb hand and smiled, though his eyes remained as hard as amber. "Wha's up?"
"Olga comes to pack things. Italy awaits."
The blonde sputtered, showing a little of his old self for a moment and only remembering his position when Seto grumbled and rolled over, nuzzling into the peachy palm that currently posed as his pillow with a sleepy pout. The elite had taken to sneaking into Jonouchi's bed lately, claiming it was the only place he could get some suitable rest. Though the situation should've been awkward, the shorter boy soon found himself feeling weird if he woke and didn't find Kaiba next to him.
He hated him, there was no mistake about that. But with him around, Jonouchi's blame found a target that wasn't aimed inward. For that at least, for the silent blame that Kaiba shouldered without complaint, Jo let him sleep here. There was no touching. There was no struggle, there was only the two of them partaking in yet another transaction.
Keep your enemies closer.
Jonouchi lowered his voice. "Why Italy?"
"Master did not tell you? We go to Gala!"
"We…?"
"Leetle darlink, leetle master, big master, and Olga", she chirped, busying herself with hauling out a suitcase and folding shirts inside the open compartment.
"Hold on. Wha' are ya talkin abou'?"
"It'll be good for you to get out." He flinched, turning to Kaiba whose eyes were opened and trained solely on him.
"Did we wake ya?"
Seto shook his head and blinked away the last remnants of slumber.
"Damn", the blonde muttered.
The elite gave a snort and his voice was gravelly as he added, "You've been cooped up for too long."
Jonouchi rolled his eyes and barely refrained from stating the obvious. "I don' get a say in this do I?"
Seto muffled a yawn and sat up, rolling the cricks out of his neck. "Not at all. Now be a good boy and lets get you in your collar and leash. We're going for a long walk."
He ducked the shoe that Olga chucked at his head, the smirk dying on his lips at the livid expression painted on the blonde's face.
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"Ahhh, I'm so excited!"
"Mok, sit still."
The ravenette rocked in his seat and squeezed Jonouchi's fingers as the blonde reached over to pluck a grain of rice from the boy's cheek. "Why? You're feeling better! We're a whole family! And we're gonna partay." The leather creaked as the boy wiggled, his bento thoroughly forgotten.
Jonouchi allowed a wan smile for Mokuba's sake but didn't look over. He could feel Seto's eyes on him. Knew Seto could see that he was faking it.
The private jet sliced through the atmosphere on silent steely wings like a hot knife to butter, carrying them ever closer to an epicenter of greed and glamour.
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"Why isn't it going to be at Duelest Kingdom?"
"Because rich people like to spend their money", Bakura muttered bitterly.
"It'll be okay. We'll be back before you know it." Yugi didn't release Ryou's hands even when a low growl rumbled in the elder twin's chest. The pale boy gave him a sad smile, much stronger than he had been before. All four stood in the hall, Atem donning his gloves and directing the luggage into his driver's trunk. "Please stay here", the trinette urged. He chewed his lips and squeezed Ryou's fingers.
The other boy bumped his head against Yugi's shoulder and breathed in the scent of clean cotton and Irish Spring. "Have fun."
Bakura rolled his eyes and slid an arm around his brother's shoulders, pulling him close as Atem mirrored the gesture. Both taller males regarded each other with a hard look before the prince strode out the door. They didn't look back.
When the door shut Ryou slumped then ducked under Bakura's arm and stretched. He smiled up at his older echo when he saw concern glitter in that crimson gaze.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
"You said it yourself brother. Let's finish this."
Bakura's mouth set into a firm line. "There's nothing saying you can't stay here. I can do it on my own."
"He touched you", Ryou snapped. "He touched you and they hurt you and that's something I can't allow. I won't let you sacrifice yourself for me again."
The elder's brows rose. Ever since Ryou began regaining his strength, he'd become more…possessive over Bakura's company. He spent a small amount of time with Yugi, and every day it was like they were back in the compound, only this time there were no drugs. Ryou could breathe again but that freedom was overshadowed by the wanted news bulletins that proclaimed them as runaway criminals. If the police caught them for something they hadn't done it would only be a matter of time before they were in Pegasus's clutches once more. Then that fat penguin's.
They'd narrowly escaped a tyrannical master, both of them were aware of this. Better to nip this problem in the bud.
And Ryou had surprised him even further with this uncharacteristic proposal.
"What? You're my brother Kura. I have some of your genes too remember?" Twin crimson blinked as he was jolted out of his reverie.
"I'm not going to live in fear the rest of my life. I don't want to have to look over my shoulder every I think there's someone there."
The elder scowled. "I'll be there. This isn't Cairo. You're safe here."
Ryou strode up to the taller boy and melted into him. Bakura hummed his approval and looped his arms around his brother's slender waist, jumping when small fingertips shoved up under his shirt to drag over the velvety raised scars that were stitched into his back.
"You won't leave me again Kura. I won't let you. We're in this together." His nails dug in, scraping as chocolate orbs hardened with determination and a power he'd never tasted before. He wanted to huff and stomp his foot, but if this didn't get the message across, nothing would.
Bakura grinned.

Just a quick update to let you know I'm alive on this front! ^^ I'm really sick right now so reviews would be extra nice~ Please excuse any typos e.e;;
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