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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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Aw, you guys are just too good. Yeah, it was Malik.
I know this is a couple days behind, but I live in Canada, and as such, yesterday was Canada Day. And I ended up back at my cousin’s again… anyway, here it is.
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“You just won’t give up, will you?” Prince winced and Wolf turned to glare at the speaker.
“You going to try to stop us again, Traitor?” Wolf snapped.
“I’d rather not have to.” Malik answered softly, looking upset, but meeting the brown eyes firmly. “But, if you force me to, then yes. I’d get in trouble, otherwise.” Wolf looked about to attack the other blond, but Prince spoke up first.
“Why don’t you come with us?” Malik blinked at him a moment, seemingly surprised.
“Come… No. He’d find me.” He shivered, as if just the thought would summon his other half. Wolf and Prince exchanged surprised looks.
“I tried, once. He caught me, and…” He shuddered, closing his eyes.
“And what, Malik?” Yami’s soft voice interrupted. Malik shuddered again, looking away and not answering.
“Mutt.” Kaiba snapped. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just what it looks like. Getting away from you sadistic bastards.” He turned to glare furiously at the Pharaoh. “And taking my sister with me.”
“I would think you would be pleased to see her well cared for, Jou.” The Spirit answered calmly. Wolf glared.
“Well cared for? As one of your toys, you mean. And I thought all I had to worry about was Honda and Otogi.” The object of the argument shifted nervously to hide behind the other two women, drawing Yami’s attention.
“You three go back to your rooms. I’ll deal with you later, Anzu.”
“No!” Prince exclaimed. “Leave her alone.” At the same moment, Wolf turned to attack the Pharaoh. The Rod was suddenly in Kaiba’s hands and both slaves froze.
“You’re getting better.” Malik murmured, then stepped back a little at Kaiba’s annoyed glare.
“Malik, take the girls back, please. Inform the guard that they are to stay in their rooms.”
“Yami…” Anzu began.
“Be quiet. You’re lucky. Were I not worried that it would hurt the baby, you’d get much more than merely being locked in your room.” The brunette rested a hand on her stomach, her eyes narrowing in anger a moment, but then she turned to follow the others.
Sighing, the Spirit turned to look at his hikari, checking a minute and noting that he had, indeed, fled to the soul room again. Well, he’d find a few surprises there.
“You can let him go.” He told Kaiba, moving to catch the limp form as the Rod’s power was withdrawn. “What are you going to do with him?” He nodded toward Wolf.
“I haven’t decided yet.” The CEO answered. “What about him?”
“I was never good at physical punishment. I thought sending him to Bakura would have helped, but…” He shrugged. “I am, however, an expert at mind games.” Kaiba smirked.
“I almost feel sorry for him.” He admitted, turning to leave, mentally signalling Wolf to follow. Yami ignored the comment, looking down at his copy. After a moment, he lifted him and carried him inside.
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Prince gasped as he awoke in Yami’s soul room, having again fled the feeling of the Rod’s control. It didn’t take him too long to realise that something was quite wrong, though.
The whole room was wrong. It was nothing physical, since it looked exactly the same as it had the last time he had been here, but there was something… frightening, about it now. Even before, when the maze had been dark and gloomy, there had been a feel about it that always made him feel safe. Well, except for that one time. But now, it was gone, leaving only a sense of terror that made his struggle for freedom.
And that was wrong thing number two. He was chained down. Not uncomfortably, really. The chains were long enough for him to move a little, the one connected to the manacles around his wrists set into the floor near the top of the hollow, and the other set closer to the middle. And, like before, the hollow was comfortably cushioned. He just really didn’t like the thought of being chained, in here. It was too much of a reminder of what had happened before. And he was nude, which didn’t help, at all.
“So you still insist on trying to dance in the darkness, my Hikari.” Prince stared around, but couldn’t see where the voice came from.
“I suppose I’ll show you true darkness, then.” Everything suddenly went dark, and he might as well have been blind. Hell, for all he knew, he could have been.
“An interesting idea.” The Spirit’s voice whispered near his ear, and he tensed instinctively. “One I might use, in the future. But tonight, I have something far different in mind.” Fingers danced across his hip and he squeaked in surprise, jerking away from the touch. Wait, when had he stood up? And why were his wrists now chained above his head?
“You’re so gorgeous right now. Shivering, and frightened… Is it me you’re frightened of, my Hikari? Or are you scared you’ll like what I do to you.”
Never. Prince thought, but his lips refused to form the words or make the sound. Another of the Pharaoh’s tricks?
He had to relax. It was all just a mind game, after all. He had seen the Spirit use his tricks often enough on their enemies.
“Our enemies… Remember how it felt, back then, when we joined? One body, one soul. We could overcome anything. The same way it felt today. You can’t deny that you liked it.” Another touch, a light caress of his cheek.
He had. But that had been different. Everything was different, now. Yami would never have acted like the Pharaoh was, wouldn’t have abused him or committed such atrocities.
“You’re still so innocent. You speak the two titles as if they were two different people.” The hidden hands were growing more bold, stroking and caressing along his body. It was maddening, not knowing where the next touch would come from.
“You’re becoming aroused, Aibou…” He was, Prince realised with a shock, as a thumb suddenly moved to rub his right nipple. The feeling sent sparks of electricity straight downward.
He had to be doing this, somehow, right. Surely he wouldn’t become aroused under such treatment himself.
“I am doing nothing but enjoying the way your skin feels. It is your own mind that is bringing you pleasure from it.”
He shook his head. No, it was impossible. He’d never find pleasure in his touches.
“You’re hard, though, my Hikari. And I haven’t even really done anything, yet. You body screams for me to touch it, to hold it. To own it.” Prince shuddered, trying to jerk away as he felt a hand settle on his hip, trailing downward and back over his ass, stroking lightly across the crease. The chains seemed tighter than ever, though, holding him in place. Then suddenly he was falling, landing on his back on something soft. His wrists were jerked over his head again, held firmly. Something wrapped around his legs, too soft and smooth to be ropes, but certainly as strong, forcing his knees up and out, leaving him fully exposed. Whimpering, Prince tensed himself for the pain. He had asked Ryou, once, out of pure curiosity, and the silver-haired boy had admitted that it did hurt, at least the first few times.
“Relax, Little One. I am not nearly so rough as the Thief. It might hurt, but only a little.” Lips caressed his, featherlight. Prince tried to turn his head away, but a hand gripped his chin, holding him in place while the gentle brushes continued. After a moment he found himself responding to the maddeningly light kisses, trying to reach for more contact. An amused chuckle answered the attempt and he finally jerked his head away, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. The embarrassment faded back to fear, though, as he felt something warm and slippery nudge between his asscheeks, pushing into the opening. Squeaking again in fear, he clenched his muscles around the intrusion, trying to force it out.
“Just calm down now.” The Spirit’s other hand trailed to his half-hard member, drawing his thumb along the underside in slow smooth strokes. Prince moaned, enjoying the feeling despite his attempts to ignore it, unconsciously relaxing. The finger slid in deeper, shifting and squirming until it suddenly touched something that drew a gasp of surprise from the younger’s lips, his eyes closing in bliss as pleasure hummed through him.
“Do you like that, my Hikari?” The movement was repeated, Prince moaning softly and squirming. He wanted more, needed more. The feeling was wonderful, but something in his mind said it wasn’t enough.
“Is that so?” More fingers pressed in, stretching his entrance wide, and there was a moment of discomfort. It faded quickly, though, disappearing into unimportance as the fingers again began to assault his prostate, until he started responding, his body moving instinctively to try to increase the contact.
“Do you want me, Aibou? Tell me, then. Call my name.” The words were on the tip of the rebel’s tongue, but they froze there, part of him still defiant. He would not call the Pharaoh by his name. It was an honour the Spirit didn’t deserve. And he refused to beg him for anything.
“Are you certain, Aibou?” Slowly the fingers began to slip out, leaving him empty and needy. “Perhaps I should just leave you here, then…”
“No.” That couldn’t be his voice, could it? So soft and gentle, so much like he had been, back then. But it was, wasn’t it? What he wouldn’t give for things to be like they had been, before.
“Please…” He moaned, the words catching in his throat, trying to throw off the spell of desire and lust the Spirit had cast on him. One touch was enough to break him, though, the Pharaoh’s thumb swirling over the head of his erection.
“Please… Yami…”
“My Hikari.” The Spirit answered, bending to kiss him deeply, swallowing the gasp of pain as he buried himself inside his light, the untried muscles clenching tightly around him. He could feel the pleasure in Yugi’s mind, augmenting and lifting his own, could sense the slight pain, easing it by stroking along his shaft firmly, trailing kisses down over his throat until the pain was faded into no more than a memory.
“Yami…” Yugi murmured, pleading, thrusting his hips as much as he could. Pleased by the smaller male’s apparent acceptance, the Pharaoh pulled back slowly, earning a begging whine that turned into a gasp of pleasure as he thrust forward, burying himself deeply. He could feel the other’s pleasure, Yugi’s mind opening fully to him, reaching and meshing with his until he was no longer sure who was who. It was the same as it had been earlier, but so much more powerful, and Yami could clearly see why Bakura wanted Ryou back. Or, he thought he could. Maybe it was Yugi’s thought. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pleasure, the feeling of thrusting into that tight heat, the feeling of having the hard shaft filling him, them, Yugi.
The pleasure peaked, finally, their mind linking them so closely that neither knew who climaxed first, one setting the other off, each feeding back and forth on each other until the combined emotions sent both spiralling into darkness.
******
Yami opened his eyes, staring upwards at the canopy of his bed. His bedroom was silent, the cats that usually wandered about off sleeping somewhere.
That… There were no words to describe it, and already he longed to feel it again. None of the girls would truly satisfy him now. But, that was as it should be, wasn’t it. Two halves of the same soul, of course the only true bliss would be when they came together.
But one time would not be enough to convince his light, he was sure. That was all right. He was willing to repeat it as many times as possible. And then… And then he would take his body, as easily as he had taken his mind.
******
Yugi opened his eyes, blinking as he studied where he was, a dark cell. The cot was comfortable, the blanket clean and warm, and, in the corner, hidden by another of those screens the Pharaoh liked, was, he assumed, the bathroom facilities, probably high quality as well. But it was still a cell.
He shifted slightly, feeling relieved when he felt nothing to indicate that he had just had sex with his darker half. It had just been a mindfuck, then, pun totally not intended.
But what had he done? He had hardly fought at all, had let the Spirit take what he wanted, had given it willingly. If Wolf and Fox found out…
No, they would try to insist it hadn’t been his fault, that he had had no choice. But he had. He had enjoyed having his other half control him like that, had found such pleasure in the forbidden touches. They would never understand his shame, his weakness. Feeling more ashamed then he could ever remember, the hikari silently cried himself to sleep.
******
Aw. Poor Yugi. But, that was fun anyways.
Tavi – Yeah, people can be such PITAs sometimes.
Ryou’s a lot harder to catch than he was before, too, though, so seeing him doesn’t necessarily mean catching him. No more being run down in a church, though that was amusing, I admit.
I think everyone’s confused. They’ve all changed and nobody seems to have quite gotten around that fact yet. Which, of course, is what makes it all fun.
Who knows why Marik does anything. I’m not even sure yet, but I suppose we’ll find out eventually. Probably resulting in even more chaos. But chaos is fun.
Dragonlady222 - I think Fox’ll actually settle in the easiest, since he’s already used to being manhandled by Bakura. And yeah, I agree with you about them leaving Bakura to catch him. Whether they will, or not… *Shrugs.*
Cody_Thomas – And you’re right. Kind of. I’m somewhat more than slightly evil. >:D
RandomPerson – Yes, you don’t have to worry about that. I just have difficulty seeing anyone other than Yami pairing up with Yugi, so all my stories have them together. And thank you for the compliments.
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