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Royalty	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: I�m getting close to ten reviews for this chapter so I�m gonna continue
on!
Ryou: Wow!!! Everyone loves me so much!
Bakura: *still grumbling*
Author: I don�t think he�s gonna
feel any better anytime soon�
Malik: People are beginning to love me more!
Bakura: *mumbling to self* he gets 10 reviews in one day and
I�m scraping 3�
Author: Oh calm down Bakura you�re being such a baby! Oh by
the way�
� EK: You can be as creative as you want, Malik�s just
a whiny person, so don�t mind him�
� Starroar: I�ll be trying
to update once everyday if I get at least 10 reviews each time; and don�t come
with a sledgehammer, if you kill the author, I can�t update ^^!
Anyways, on with the fic! I have
barely an hour before I have to watch Box Seven of my Yu-Gi-OH
series�need to find out who is that old man who stood on the cliff when Yami, Anzu fell off the cliff when the train toppled over�
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When Ryou awoke the next morning, he was sweating, his heart
still beating frantically from the events of the day before that remained vivid
in his mind even in his dreams. Bakura�Fresh
tears sprung to Ryou�s eyes at the memory of the young man. Because of him
Bakura suffered from famine for days; because of him he is probably dead
now�because of him�
�Ryou��
The boy squeaked and jumped when someone shifted in bed
beside him, and sat up, �M-Master!�
�What�s wrong?�
�Nothing�nothing�I just�had�some nightmares�Master�� he
rubbed his eyes quickly; it would be best to not talk about Bakura to the
Pharaoh right now. He just silently prayed to the gods that the other white
haired slave would be fine. He took in Yami�s appearance, the young man looked
exhausted, his eyes puffy rimmed with dark circles, his royal robes soaked in
Ryou�s blood.
A small smile graced the Pharaoh�s face, not a sinister one
but a genuine smile, �Other than that, you seem to be alright.�
�Yes Master, thank you Master.�
Yami got out of bed, �I believe I am late for a Council
meeting, so if you will excuse me slave, but I need to go; you should be able
to handle yourself.�
�Yes Master,� Ryou was curious why the young tri-coloured
haired Pharaoh would even spend the night with him like that, and be late for a
Council Meeting nonetheless. His eyes widened when Yami kissed him on the
forehead lightly and headed for the door.
As he opened the large doors and was about to leave, his
Master paused, �Why did you call for me Ryou�last night�?�
�I�I�m not too sure Master. I was scared, and you were the
first person I thought could save me�� Ryou twiddled his thumbs in nervousness,
�Does this anger you Master?�
�Not at all Ryou,� The boy was shocked for the third time
that morning; the Pharaoh kissed him on the forehead, smiled warmly, and used
his actual name; �I�m actually quite happy.�
Ryou was shocked for a fourth time.

Malik crawled over to his elder brother and shook him
gently, �Marik? Wake up��
�Ahhh�Ra�my backside feels like it�s on fire�!�
Gently Malik flipped his brother onto his stomach, taking
the bottle that was in his hand, he poured out the ointment and rubbed it on
Marik�s anus, tending to the torn entry, �Seto-sama
was in a very bad mood last night��
�I could tell�� the wild haired Egyptian moaned, recalling
the events.

***
�I told you move faster you whore!� Seto jerked Malik away
by the hair from his penis and threw him across the room, �what does it take to
get you to work hard enough?�
�I�AH!� Malik cried out when the
High Priest�s whip sliced into his shoulder.
�Malik!� Marik crawled over to his
brother, and held him, �Seto-sama! Please don�t pick
on him! He�s young!�
�I�ll do what I want with him slave!� the long leather rope
coiled around his neck and pulled taut, strangling the older teen, �Don�t you
even DARE try to go against my word! I�m sick of you slaves always thinking
that you can pull stunts without punishment! Like that stupid little sex slave
Ryou!�
�R-Ryou?� Marik choked as the whip
flicked away, lashing him in the cheek. He held the bloody wound, �Ryou! What
did he do?�
A menacing smirk touched the High Priest�s mouth, �Stupid
little whore,� he said as he hurled the whip at them again, catching the young
Ishtar on the other shoulder, causing the boy to keel over in pain, �he decided
to go into the torture chamber, didn�t make it back to his chambers before
sunset.� He flicked his wrist and the whip changed its course, stinging Marik
in the ankle; the boy recoiled and scrambled away to his brother�s side, both
huddling together. �I gave him the whipping of his life, but the Pharaoh
stopped me; that stupid teen is growing soft hearted, I�m glad I didn�t grow up
that way!� he lashed out with the whip repeatedly, striking the two young
Egyptians.
As the blood sprayed over the floor and onto Seto the man
laughed, �I should be the Pharaoh! Not that stupid brat! I�ve worked for him
and gave him the best slave I could find and I don�t even get enough
recognition!� He dropped the whip, licking the warm blood off that splashed
onto his hand, �It�s a good thing that you two won�t be as spoiled as the little
whore Ryou would be��

Later on that night Marik found himself being pleasured by
his younger brother. One of Seto�s dirty fantasies
was to watch the Ishtar brothers going at it, and with no choice, the two
always comply, with good acts.
�Malik�� the older boy moaned, his fingers fisted in his
brother�s hair, pushing the boy up and down against his arousal. His ankle
still throbbed from the whip, but he cannot let himself be distracted, he has
to truly look like he�s in bliss, and he�ll really have to concentrate on how
good it feels and that it is not his brother sucking on his erection.
The younger boy winced as his hand slithered seductively up
the older teen�s creamy chest, the long fingers rubbing and pinching his
nipples, toying with the brown nubs of flesh until they grew hard.
�Oh Ra�� Marik arched his back and released into the other
boy�s mouth, the hot liquid drooling out of Malik�s mouth.
The other boy swallowed and leaned back, his face twisting
in pain from the many gashes that were on his body from the whipping.
The elder Egyptian leaned forward and caught his brother�s
mouth for a ravishing kiss, his tongue licking the other boy�s lips, still
sweet from his cum, then trailed down to lap the blood that were still seeping
from the wounds. Their hands moved over each other�s bodies, ignoring the
flaring pain from their injuries, fondling each other in perfected ways, their
fingers dancing on the perfectly tanned skin.
Seto groaned, rubbing himself on the bed, �Stop.�
Immediately the boys ceased their actions and turned to their Master, �Come
here��

Throughout the night, the High Priest pounded them with such
ferocity that each boy felt themselves being torn apart, then they were forced
to do each other, until their Master finally ordered them to stop and left,
leaving the boys falling in fatigue, their bodies still bleeding, holding each
other, and falling asleep.
***

�We did do a good job with our sex acts, exotic,� Malik
said, grinning despite his injuries as he helped his brother dress, �We have to
see Jounouchi about these wounds. Whether he wants me
to scar or not just to piss of Seto-sama, I am not
running around bleeding for days!�
Marik gave a grim smile, �I still don�t see how you stay in
such a good mood��
�Jono�s personality is quite
contagious,� Malik answered cheerfully as he put a black tunic on, not wanting
to draw attention, knowing the blood is surely to soak through the material.
When the Ishtar brothers arrived at the healing chamber,
Ryou was already sitting there, chatting with Jounouchi.
The young healer turned to greet the two Egyptian teens and kissed Malik, �Strip
and lie down, the both of you; it doesn�t take a genius to know that Seto-sama put you both through hell,� he pointed at Marik�s limp
and the cuts across their faces.
The brothers nodded, slowly removing their tunics, wincing
as the fabric rubbed against their gashes.
Ryou gasped, bile rising in his throat as he stared at the
mutilated bodies of the two Egyptian teens. �Oh Isis�why��
�He was in a really bad mood, Seto-sama,�
Malik smiled through a grimace as he slowly climbed onto the smooth stone bed,
followed by Marik.
�Those�gashes�they�re from a whip!� Ryou could feel tears
beginning to fall as he raced to his friends� side, clasping each of their
hands, �It�s my fault! Master wouldn�t let Seto-sama
whip me that much, so he took it out on you! Oh Isis,
this is all my fault! I�m so sorry�I�m so sorry!�
Marik gently rubbed his thumb against the pale boy�s palm, �If
it spared you the whipping, I�m glad to have taken it for you.�
Ryou gazed into the elder brother�s eyes, before breaking
into sobs, falling to his knees, clutching to Marik and Malik�s hands, crying
into them.
�Just promise me�� Marik sighed in relief as Jounouchi worked his healing magic over them, his slashed
flesh sealing together until it was new, �Don�t go down there again�you broke
your previous promise; don�t break this one��
At the thought of Bakura the boy suddenly started to cry
even harder, �I had to go back! He needed someone! He needed food! He needed
drink! Because of me�he�he�he�s probably dead!�
The elder Ishtar�s hand went limp,
�He�what?�
Tearfully Ryou re-encountered his story, speaking of how Bakura
was starved and beaten, how he was sexually taken by the older teen for a mere
drink, how he was almost raped and how Bakura got a fatal blow to the head, and
how the Pharaoh saved him.
Marik sat up, head in his hands. When Malik was fully healed
as well, he sat up to hug his brother, �It�s not Ryou�s fault Marik�don�t blame
him��
�He�s�I won�t believe it��
�Don�t believe it Marik. Ryou says �probably�, but probably
isn�t the reality; Bakura could be still alive. You have to keep on hoping
Marik! You must! For your sake! And for Ryou�s! Look at him!�
The hard violet eyes pierced through Ryou as he turned to
look. The boy looked completely crumbled, as if he was to accept if Marik hated
him, or tried to kill him, he looked like he was ready to die, the guilt
already completely consuming his soul.
�Ryou�� Marik slid off the bed and took the smaller boy into
his arms, stroking the silver hair, �Don�t blame yourself for everything. You
weren�t the cause of this; you are such a compassionate person, you take the
burden upon yourself to spare everyone else, even the Pharaoh�s, even Seto-sama�s. Don�t do this to yourself Ryou�you have to remain
bright, your soul has to shine for me, tell me that Bakura�s still alive!�
�Bakura�� the tears stopped flowing, his heart swelling with
admiration for the two brothers who seemed to be so strong, clinging onto every
little bit of hope that they have; he knew he cannot shatter Marik�s
determination to believe that Bakura�s still alive, and deep inside, he hoped
for the same thing, �Bakura�he�s still alive.�
With a small sob Marik held tightly onto him.

�I don�t see Seto-sama�s sick
intentions�he makes me heal you both until you are sculpture perfect then he
mangles you beyond imagination,� the healer�s eyes glowed with sadness as he
conjured up more medication for the Ishtar brothers, �It�s a never ending
torture, it�s disgusting.�
�We all know that Jounouchi,�
Malik wrapped his arms around his lover�s waist, �but we don�t have a choice�until
we are freed that is.�
�It�s just so unfair��
�But Ra�s light is beginning to shine on us,� Marik bounced
Ryou up and down on his lap as if he were a child, �We have information on
Bakura�you two haven�t been discovered yet by the Council, and Ryou was spared
from a whipping��
�But you didn�t-�
�Hush,� the elder Egyptian brother kissed Ryou on the cheek,
�I�d take it for you any day. I�m used to it more than you. - As I was saying
though, I�m finally beginning to believe in hope again��
Malik smiling lovingly at his brother, �I�m happy��
�Ah�finished,� Jounouchi corked up
the two smaller bottles and handed them to Malik and Marik, �They�re a bit
stronger than the previous ointments. Seto-sama seems
to be getting more and more sadistic.�
�Thank you Jono!� the younger
Egyptian chirped, kissing his lover again before sliding the bottle into his
new, clean tunic.
�You deserve your title as best healer in the kingdom,�
Marik said as he took the offered bottle.
Jounouchi rubbed the back of his
head sheepishly, �All in a day�s work� Oh! By the way, Ryou here wanted to talk
to all of us about something. He let me in on some of it this morning but I
think it�s best he talked to you two as well.�
�Huh?� Two pairs of violet orbs turned towards the pale teen.
�Umm�� Ryou wrung his hands, settling back on Marik�s chest,
trying to avoid the curious gazes, �Master�he�s been acting much nicer. Last
night he not only stopped Seto from whipping me too much but he also healed me
and tucked me into bed. Not only that, he was late for a Council meeting
because he was making sure I was alright. Then he referred to me by my name,
and he smiled, and he kissed me, nicely too.�
Jounouchi whistled, �That�s
something I don�t hear of often.�
�Seems like�� Marik said thoughtfully, his brow furrowing, �I
think the Pharaoh�s falling for you Ryou; I think he�s falling in love with you��
Ryou�s eyes grew wide, and only grew wider when Malik
continued, �I�m not too surprised actually�because�� he looked to his brother, �I
think it�s best Marik tell you the story.�
The smaller boy looked up to the Egyptian. �The Pharaoh�he
was�in love with Bakura,� Marik said softly, �but Bakura had already given
himself to me, and I to him, and he refused the Pharaoh�s advances. Bakura was
a very loud and obnoxious person, so it didn�t take too long for the Pharaoh to
find out it was me�� the tanned young man looked down, his eyes staring at
nothing in particular, �Why I wasn�t punished I do not know�maybe it was because
Seto-sama loved the way I suffered when Bakura was
taken from me� The main reason why Bakura was banished to serve to the people
of the underworld was not because he disobeyed the Pharaoh, but because he didn�t
return the Pharaoh�s feelings, and was very bold about it��
Malik looked heartbroken listening to his brother�s story
once again and Jounouchi held him in comfort.
Ryou in turn reached up and wrapped his arms around Marik�s
head, bringing the older teen�s head down to his neck, where the Egyptian began
to sob.
A soft pitter patter could be heard on the ceiling. The
season of rain has come.

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Author: That just kinda came out�slowly
I�m roughly plotting the future of this story. Whaddaya
think? Please review!
Ryou: Make us angsty characters
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