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Thorn and Tal’Meia
Authors' Notations: We don't own them, we took liberties with them and though we enjoyed that, we made no money on it. This story should be read after Brother’s Shadow and Bargain
Hunting
The trick, the Prince had learned, was to wait for little
Yugi and his balance spirit Yami to have a disagreement. While they stood around talking to
themselves, all he had to do was lock the mind door behind them and he’d have
control for a while.
And
control he’d need for the elaborate punishment he’d planned for Seto and his
own brother. He’d tried several times
to entice Seto but the young man seemed oblivious. That or he couldn’t stop thinking of him as a child. But Yugi was almost 15, the age he’d been
when he and the Priest had discovered each other. Besides, the Prince had been around his former lover for a year
and had long since stopped being patient.
Tonight, he’d recreate the punishment Seto had received for raping the
Pharaoh in the marketplace. With a few
new twists to jog his memory. Speaking
of, he could sense that one of those new twists was soon to arrive. He put the finishing touches on the room and
went to fetch Kaiba’s sleeping soul.
Quickly
returning, he stood Kaiba in front of a large mirror. Before the man woke, he clothed him in the robes of a High Priest
of Egypt. When Seto became aware, he
would be at the mercy of the Magician of Black Chaos…
The
Pharaoh, resplendently dressed in copper jewelry and a sheer short wrap that
hid nothing, lay sprawled on the lounge.
He folded it back and began to lazily stroke himself as Bakura
materialized at the foot of the lounge.
Elaborately placed mirrors ensured Bakura would not know about Seto
until the Pharaoh wanted him to.
Besides, he was counting on Bakura thinking he had the Pharaoh at his
disposal.
Seto,
on the other hand, would have to watch whatever debauchery occurred between the
Pharaoh and Bakura in the large mirror while the Magician of Black Chaos
enjoyed having him as a sacred offering.
Blinking
awake, Bakura wondered what had happened to his carefully arranged
playroom. He was still in the Shadow
Realm but very definitely not a piece of it he’d shaped. As his eyes fell on the lounge, and the
Pharaoh pleasing himself, he couldn’t help thinking. But then again…
Looking
about, he saw no one else. So, his
brother was his for the taking… No,
Bakura reminded himself. He is no
longer your brother.
Even
better, his mind voice growled.
Slithering out of the school uniform jacket he wore buttoned chastely to
the neck, Bakura crawled onto the lounge.
On hand and knee, he stalked his way up to the Pharaoh’s head, admiring
his long, lean body all the way up.
The
shadows hid Yami’s eyes but the half-light of the torches revealed his
tempter’s smirk. He lifted his head so
Bakura could see the intent in his dark magenta eyes.
“We’ve
waited too long, brother.” A hand, with
three fingers ringed and those rings connected to delicate chains that twisted
seductively up the Pharaoh’s arm to a hieroglyph engraved copper band just shy
of his elbow, slid down Bakura’s face and across his breast bone. The metal, purposely cold and sharp in a few
places, nicked a small cut at the base of his throat. “Denied hungers we’ve shared over centuries.” Yami’s other hand, scandalously naked
compared to its companion, unbuttoned Bakura’s fitted white shirt all the way
down and the thinnest, tiniest trail of blood followed his fingers’ path about
halfway as he gazed upon Bakura’s lightly chiseled bare chest.
Laughter
came unchecked to Bakura as he leaned down to taste the flesh of Yami’s throat.
Shaking
his head to clear away the fog, Kaiba looked around. He wasn’t home in bed that was for sure. He caught a glimpse of himself in a
mirror. Oh no, he thought. Not again. He was clad in the garish purple robes of an Egyptian
priest. And if this dream, or vision,
or whatever was anything like the others, Yugi would be here somewhere and they’d…
Oh, no
they wouldn’t. These thoughts had been
okay for a dream or two, but they were starting to affect his everyday
life. He’d caught himself leering at
Yugi and biting back lascivious replies to the boy’s innocent but not so
innocent sounding comments. Not that he
always succeeded.
He
just needed to wake up and work off the tension. Perhaps indulge in a night out at the clubs and bars. Bring home a cute boy or two and forget all
about Yugi Moto. Yep, good
plan. Now, I just have to wake up.
A
deep, sexy voice teased at the edge of his mind as the Magician of Black Chaos,
suddenly standing behind him, drug both black nailed, blue tinted hands up and
across Kaiba’s lower chest. “You’ve
summoned me, Priest. There must be a
lesson you wish to learn. How brave of
you to call on me of all spirits. For I
punish the good and the wicked with the same cruelty.”
Kaiba’s
eyes widened as he looked at the creature in the mirror. This was too much. He wasn’t about to… Not
with a Duel Monster card. Lifting the
Magician’s hands away from his body, trying only slightly to hide his disgust,
Kaiba stepped away.
“I
assure you, I did not summon anyone or anything.”
Bakura
raised his head to purr in Yami’s ear.
“What changed your mind, brother?
Through countless lifetimes, you’ve rejected me no matter what form I
took.” He circled his tongue around
Yami’s ear. “What’s different?”
Yami
caressed Bakura’s shoulders in slow half-circles. “Perhaps I’m just a fantasy or perhaps you’ve found a way to unlock
the dark needs I did not realize were in my heart.” He grabbed one of Bakura’s hands and set it on the knot of his
wrap. With force, he pushed on his
brother’s hand and consequently the wrap, causing it to move farther down on
his hip. “Does it matter?”
Bakura
hitched a shoulder, and continued to peel the wrap away from the Pharaoh’s
hips. “In the Shadow Realm motivations
mean nothing.” He ran a fingernail over
Yami’s hipbone.
Yami
shuddered at the touch, more than willing to surrender to Bakura. To show him, he managed to roll himself over
on his belly. His naked back was
painted with some very familiar ancient tattoos.
Bakura
leaned heavily on Yami’s shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh. “You have no shame,” the young man
whispered, a hint of an ancient pain in his dark voice.
“I
thought it might get your blood boiling,” Yami said with a throaty snicker that
could not possibly be the Pharaoh’s voice.
“After all the last time you stared at my back while you fucked me,
Master Bakura, the design was fresh.”
Unbidden,
his name rose to Bakura’s lips. But the
second son of Egypt would not speak it aloud.
He had spent too much time, too many lives trying to forget it. To forget him. Rising up to his knees, Bakura raked his nails harshly across the
design, desiring nothing more than to peel flesh from bone.
Again
the disturbing laugh. “Yes,
Master. Just like the last time. When Rome came to Egypt and you defiled the
Pharaoh. Marking and slashing his body
before the final ceremony.yes"> Pink lightning coursed through his hands now placed just below
Kaiba’s chest on either side.
Kaiba
cried out and jumped away. “Okay,
that’s quite enough.” He turned to face
the Magician. “I’m ready to wake up
now.”
“You,
Priest, don’t get to wake up until you see what your vanity has brought you and
feel it as well.” Another lightning
strike, this one slightly more intense.
“Now kneel!”
Kaiba
took a step back, reeling from the blast.
“I think not,” he murmured and began looking around, blue eyes searching
for a weapon of any kind. What he found
was Yugi, dressed in Egyptian jewelry, stretched out on his stomach beneath a
modernly dressed Bakura, who looked quite angry. “Yami?” The name from his
dreams fell from his lips, shock and betrayal giving it a hard edge.
“I said
KNEEL!” This time Chaos’s weapon
appeared in his hand, the pink lightning coalesced in the crystal and focused
straight at Kaiba’s cock after bouncing off several of the large mirrors.
Crying
out, Kaiba fell to his knees. Oh
god, did that hurt. “What the fuck
kind of masochistic dream is this?”
Kaiba demanded once he regained his voice.
“Yours,”
the Magician said calmly as he smoothly tore away the High Priest’s robes,
leaving Kaiba on his knees and fully exposed.
Grabbing
a handful of Yami’s dark, magenta-tipped hair, Bakura drug him up to his
knees. “It still amazes me that
everyone thought of you as the nice one,” he snarled in Yami’s ear. “I never did anything as heartless as what
you did to me.”
“How
quickly you forget, brother,” Yami’s hands curled into fists. After a moment, he relaxed, dropping himself
and Bakura flat and rolling off the lounge to the floor. “It was your cruelty that started my
descent. But what does that matter
now?” The Pharaoh had two handfuls of
hair and was dragging Bakura up so he was kneeling in front of the lounge, his
hands splayed out on the lounge and Yami’s hands pushing his face down, keeping
him there.
“It
doesn’t,” Bakura responded, trying to figure out how to switch this about to
his advantage. “But, oh how slighting
your perfect reputation riles you up.”
He chuckled and pushed his ass back towards Yami. “You’ve always found my taunting…” He smirked and half-turned his head so Yami
wouldn’t miss it. “Maddening. They never failed to get a, ahem, rise out
of you, brother.”
Yami
pushed Bakura’s head down harshly with one hand, while pulling down the zipper
on the back of Bakura’s uniform pants with the other. Peeling them down enough to get what he wanted, Yami rubbed a
hungry erection against Bakura’s ass.
His voice switched again. “Tell
me how badly you want me inside you, Master Bakura.”
The Magician set to work unbuckling some of the leather
straps around his black leather and feather costume. He wrapped and buckled them around Kaiba’s wrists. Then he drew his arms behind his back and
secured the two buckles together with a lock.
He did the same to the former High Priest’s lower legs with a length of
chain and another couple of locks. Then
he roughly spun Kaiba, still on his knees, to face the mirror. Leaving him there, the Magician uncovered
more mirrors behind him. Now Kaiba
could see not only everything Yami and Bakura did but himself from every angle,
so very clearly bound and helpless.
This
is so, so wrong, Kaiba thought as he tried to squirm out of his bonds. It was no use. He couldn’t even turn away from the mirror where he had to watch
Yugi covering Bakura’s body with his own.
The Magician’s image flickered in and out of sight as he prowled between
the mirrors.
“For
the love of…” Kaiba mumbled. He turned his head, trying to see the
Magician. “Will you just violate me and
be done with it already? I’m getting
real sick of this.”
The
Magician leaned on an edge of one of the gilded mirrors so Kaiba could see him
without his view of Yami and Bakura being hindered. “In time. For now, just
watch. Watch your Pharaoh and his
brother finally give in to each other.
Watch how tight the muscles in your back and ass get as you try and try
to break free. Watch everything and
accept how helpless you really are, Priest.”
“My…
his what?” Kaiba demanded. Then the images, the dreams started to fall
together in an ordered story and Kaiba felt the rage of his Egyptian priest
counterpart. “Yami wouldn’t. Not with… With Bakura.” The name of
the younger prince was a foul oath on the priest’s tongue.
“Wouldn’t
he?” The Magician laughed deep and
disturbing. “You were so certain he
betrayed you all those years ago. His
brother was one of the most beautiful men in Egypt. Really, the only one more exotic was… well, you know.” His staff glowed and turned into a lengthy
cat-o-nine tails, which he simply tapped on the floor.
The
Magician was all too happy to tear open wounds Seto would have infinitely
preferred to leave forgotten in the spiral of time. But at least arguing with the creature kept him from giving full
attention to the mirrors. “Bakura was
the one man Yami never would… could neverwithwith.spanspan>I know. I’d seen him turn
the boy away more times than I can count.”
But
that wasn’t what the mirror revealed.
Yami
finished teasing Bakura and sunk down lower.
His lips and hot breath moving slowly down below the small of Bakura’s
back, his tongue flickered in and out of the crevice that Bakura’s buttocks
formed.
Gasping
Bakura arched his back, straightening up.
“B—brother!” was all he could manage. Never had he thought Yami to be so… well, so that.
“Mmm?”
was all Yami said before his tongue found and teased the sensitive opening and
then he sucked the inner skin hard but slow.
Laying
his head back down on the lounge because trembling arms threatened to give out,
Bakura shook his head against the soft cushions. “Nothing.”
Yami
responded by returning the explorative tongue and alternating it with greedy
suckling. He was thoroughly enjoying
the scandalizing of his brother. Then he
bit down on the incensed skin. Just a
little nip.
Bakura
jumped and cried out, relieving the pressure of his teeth against his bottom
lspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He shook his head, tangling his
already wild lavender-silver hair. “Horrid,” he mumbled between cries and gasps. “Awful, awful boy!”
mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Pay
attention!” The Magician brought the
multi-tailed whip down on Kaiba’s cock.
“HEY!” Kacoulcouldn’t move away from the contact,
as much as he tried to. “I am!” He protested. He actually was, sort of.
And right now he was thinking Bakura had to be very uncomfortable.
A few
of the beads rolled underneath the mirrors and the Magician smiled evilly as he
procured them. He rolled them up and
down Kaiba’s calves and thighs. Slid
them down underneath his chained legs so they would press into the flesh as
they attempted to roll away. Then he
took one and rolled it down Seto’s long back, leaving it sit just above his
sensitive opening. "> Admiring he
he
reflections how humiliating that was, the Magician slid another one on top of
it. Then another. Taking some more of his outfit away to
reveal a muscled forearm, he wrapped the sticky fabric around the place where
the priest’s spine joined his ass. Not
covering too much, just enough to hold the beads in place.
“Issues,”
Kaiba said to the Magician, squirming.
It wasn’t his best idea. His
muscles ached from not being able to move and there was a little flash of pins and
needles from his calves. “Great big
issues, you know that?”
“It’s
your psyche,” The magician pointed out as he rolled a few more beads in his
hands to warm them. Then careful not to
block Kaiba’s view, he knelt in front of him and took up Kaiba’s cock in both
hands, stroking it while the beaovedoved across the soft, warm skin.
“I
sincerely dou—OW! Those are hot!” Kaiba protested, wriggling, desperately
trying to escape the hot hands and beads.
Yami
finally moved them both to the floor, but this has hardly a reprieve for
Bakura. Now he could massage both
buttocks in merciless circles, upsetting the beads inside his victim while
unabashedly covering and caressing the boy’s entire erection with an eager mouth
and unforgiving tongue.
What
course was left to Bakura at this point but to enjoy it? He arched his hips, pushing his cock into
Yami’s mouth and moaning out lusty snippets between sighs of pleasure.
Yami
brought his hands out from under Bakura, grabbed up a few more beads from the
floor aub-rub-rolled them across Bakura’s chest and belly.
The
Magician’s tongue flicked over his lips as he worked Kaiba into a frenzy. “For someone not enjoying himself, Priest,
you’re quite hard. Let’s keep you that
way.” He reached for a bottle hanging from
a chain around his neck and slathered Kaiba’s cock with the contents. Then he tore away some more of the sticky
fabric, revealing a thin slice of midriff.
He used it to wrap tightly around Kaiba’s cock, preserving a healthy
erection and preventing any release.
Kaiba
made a sound of protest and barely stopped himself from pushing into his
touch. “Bastard,” he growled.
The
Magician smirked as he circled Kaiba, parted his ass with his slickened hands
and plunged into him, stopping at about a quarter of his actual length. His outfit seeming to unravel. No, more like melt from the heat, thothe
the
sticky bands around Kaiba showed no sign of doing the same. His sapphire body was displayed more with
every thrust. He wiped the sweat from
his brow and in the mirror a line of flesh appeared above a carefully painted
eyelid.
Kaiba’s
body shuddered as the Magician took him, pins and needles ting ang all up and
down his thighs and buttocks. Eyes flew
wide and had no choice but to look into the mirror, into their own
reflections. Finding that to be more
than he could deal with Kaiba turned his head, trying to find something else to
look at. There was always Yugi and
Bakura. He winced as at the same
moment, the Magician roughly thrust and he saw how much they were enjoying each
other.
“Yami,”
he nearly sobbed out. Perhaps his lover
would free him. But he didn’t seem to
hear him, wasn’t aware of him at all.
Having
thoroughly enjoyed the taste and feel of Bakura’s come, Yami crawled up to meet
his brother’s eyes. His body shifted
into another form as he slowly worked his way up. Dark caramel skin, crystal eyes and fly-away iced blonde hair
revealed another man altogether.
Bakura’s
eyes flew wide. “Y-youtoo too far,
Brother,” he whispered, using one hand to attempt to push the man away. His coffee colored eyes darkened and
glistened ever so slightly as he looked away.
“You shouldn’t toy with me.”
“Master
Bakura, surely you don’t think I could not find my own way to the Shadow
Realm. I’ve searched for you for
centuries. Would you reject me
now?” He nuzzled against Bakura’s
body. “It was your own eyes that kept
you from seeing me.”
A
trembling hand brushed over the soft, pale hair. It felt real. He seemed
so real. Perhaps he wasn’t another
dream or a created fantasy, after all.
Perhaps his love had found him after all this time. Bakura wrapped his arms around the warm
body. Feeling the familiar shape settle
against his chest, Bakura released the breath he’d been holding.
He
clung madly to the young man, burying his face in his hair, barely holding back
tears. “Marik,” he whispered,
intentionally giving the name voice for the first time in centuries.
“Master,
please. Let me feel you inside
me.” It a tha throaty, whispered
prayer.
Shamelessly
devouring his flesh with hands, eyes and lips, Bakura guided Marik to the
lounge and sprawled him out on his stomach.
Bakura tore away his shirt and finished kicking out of his pants. He stretched his naked body out on top of
Marik. After a long moment of enjoying
the contact, Bakura pushed into Marik’s body.
He closed his eyes and moaned softly, burying his face against the curve
of his lover’s neck.
“Marik,”
his heated breath fanned out against Marik’s throat. “My sweet, beautiful Marik.”
A
sudden flash of light. The laugh of the
Prince. Bakura was left alone. In his hand was a Duel Monsters card.
Copycat.
Crushing
the card in his hand, Bakura screamed.
He released wave after wave of shadow magic, intent on destroying the
Prince, and the entire Shadow Realm, if he could somehow manage it.
The
Magician winced as he felt the waves but it took a minute to realize mirrors
were breaking and falling, shards of glass exploding all around them. “Seto, it’s me… It’s Yami. Something’s
gone wrong. I have to send you back
now.”
Figures. Just when I was tingting to have fun,
Seto thought. Breathless from the
fucking, he reluctantly nodded and backed up onto Yami’s cock, not really
caring about the shards of mirrors flying all around him.
Yami
didn’t want to stop. He’d been hungry
to be with Kaiba for too long. Too long
to wait any longer. He pushed as deep
as he could, lost in how much he craved this.
Kaiba so close, so his. But any
buffer between the two couples he’d set up had disappeared and all Bakura would
see if he noticed was Yami and Kaiba finally reconsumating their love and lust
for each other after eons of waiting.
And
see Bakura did. Angry, though weakening,
coils of Shadow magick flung shards of glass with deadly purpose at the
couple. Kaiba screamed as large pieces
sank into his thigh. Bakura laughed,
and reached out, his emotions pushing his powers beyond their normal
limits. He took hold of Kaiba’s soul
and began to unravel it, much as he was beginning to unravel the piece of the
Shadow Realm wrapped around his mind.
Yami
felt Kaiba slipping away from him. But
he had a card to play, one chance to defeat Bakura. He reached for it and flipped Dark Hole. His contingency plan. If it worked, they all would return to their
bodies but they’d remember… oh they’d remember. If it worked…
Bakura
opened his eyes after being blinded by a dazzling flash of golden-white light
to find himself in his bed, tangled in sweaty sheets desperately clutching a
card. He lay there trying to breath
evenly, to gain control of himself. His
mind was cluttered with a myriad of thoughts.
It could take days to sort them all out. The only clear thought he had, as he turned his head to stare at
the crumpled Copycat card in his hand, was that his brother would not be
allowed to get away with this.
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