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Chapter List
- 1-Silver
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-note
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer:
Not mine. If they were Bakura would have won his duels instead of being
defeated by, for example, a God Card. And Yami would have acknowledged that Bakura
had a legitimate grievance�I mean hello, the Pharaoh�s soldiers committed
genocide on his village.

Note:
The reason Seto came to Ryou and Bakura for this, not Jounouchi is that in this
area Yugi is useless, Jounouchi is a talented novice and Wraith is an exceptionally talented
master. Seto's going for someone with experience who he knows won't have any problems with
giving him what he wants - at least not because he wants it.
Seto
smiled as he knocked on the Bakuras� door, remembering how pleased his little
brother was when he realised these visits weren�t business trips, but personal.
Mokuba�d been overjoyed to realise that Seto had �made friends� with someone,
anyone would have satisfied him he suspected. And when he�d found the
records of the arrangements Seto had made to have the two of them tested for
STDs he�d concluded - almost correctly - that he was considering becoming their
lover. It had been rather amusing when Mokuba had insisted on talking to him
about that, asking if he was sure he wanted to get involved with the two
Bakuras, weren�t threesomes supposed to be dangerous? He still wasn�t sure
whether to be amused at how protective his little brother was being, or
horrified that Mokuba felt he needed to protect him emotionally.

He
didn�t have any more time to muse on the subject when Silver opened the door,
stepping to one side to invite him in without words. At first Seto had been
uncomfortable around Silver outside of a scene, since he never spoke without
explicit permission, and when he did speak it was usually two or three words,
followed by �Master�, but now that Bakura trusted him enough to allow his core
self to show unmixed he found any addition of Touzokuou more disturbing. It was
far harder for him to see how Touzokuou was built from Bakura�s core self than
to see how Silver was, even if at times Touzokuou was unnervingly similar to
the persona Seto�d developed to deal with Gozaburo and the rest of the world.

�Nervous?�
Wraith was inspecting his belt knife as Seto followed Silver into the living
room. This was going to be the first time he went to any of the clubs as �Bronze�,
and the nerves he�d quieted by thinking of Mokuba�s concern came rushing back.

�A
bit.� He was fairly certain he could avoid embarrassing Wraith as Bronze, but
not entirely, and he didn�t have as much confidence in the glamor that was
supposed to keep him from being recognised as he perhaps should.

�Hmm.�
Seto glanced at Silver, kneeling at Wraith�s feet and moved to pick up the wig
that keyed his glamor as Bronze - once he�d stripped and put the wig on all the
rules Wraith had taught him applied, and he would submit to Wraith, and to
Silver if he was commanded to, but until then, they were equals.

�Wait.�
Wraith took hold of his wrist, keeping him from moving away. �There�s one thing
I wanted to check about tonight. You said you didn�t want to do a scene in the
clubs, but would you be willing to suck me off underneath the table, or
sixty-nine with Silver for my pleasure?�

�Yes
to the first.� It wouldn�t require any exposure on his part after all. �No to
the second, or at least not yet.� He modified his refusal in case it made
Wraith angry. He�d done that with Silver a lot, training in the refinements of
oral sex or on the three occasions that Bakura wasn�t Silver when he visited he�d
been told to practise on him.

�Go
and change into the outfit in the usual room then.�

�Yes
Wraith-sama.� He didn�t even have to think about his response as he walked
through to the room they used for most of their scenes. The outfit waiting for
him wasn�t too problematic; it consisted of a tunic and loose trousers in dark
red velvet, matching the outfit Silver was wearing perfectly. There was also
bronze jewellery, bracelets and anklets and a bronze chain for his waist, all
just like the jewellery Silver was wearing save for the material. And bronze
nail polish, with a note saying �fingers and toes�, although he�d have guessed
that from the fact that all of Silver�s nails were painted silver. Obviously
Wraith had decided not to bother with make-up other than the dark red lipstick
waiting for him, since Seto hadn�t managed to learn how to put it on properly
yet.

He
stripped swiftly, and put the wig on; triggering the glamor that altered his
eyes and hid his scars and the few recognisable tattoos he�d used to celebrate
a few occasions he considered turning points in his life. Then he dressed and
painted his toe nails before adding the jewellery and his collar, something he�d
managed to get comfortable wearing despite its slight similarity to the dog
collar Gozaburo used to put him in. Finally he painted his finger nails, then
his lips and walked back to kneel in front of Wraith-sama, forehead to the
floor. He felt his Master�s fingers in his hair, even though it was a wig the
spells they�d put on it made it feel as if it was his natural hair, and turned
his head to nuzzle at his Master�s hand when it moved down to caress his cheek.
Then Wraith-sama removed his hand.

�Up.�
Bronze obeyed, eyes cast submissively down. �We�ll be travelling to the club I
have in mind through the Shadow Realm. You�ll be supply the energy. Velvet
Glove�s one of the more mainstream places in the local scene, so it should be a
comparatively easy introduction for you. Give me your hands, both of you.�
Bronze held out his left hand, he�d been taught to offer that hand when
Wraith-sama wanted to use his energy. He�d agreed to allow Ryou the ability to
draw on his Shadow Magic whenever he wanted, and submitted to a binding Ryou
had created to do just that a month into his training. Seto had never
really liked the idea of Shadow Magic, and besides he never used it himself,
except to summon his Blue Eyes White Dragons on occasion.

Bronze
shivered as he felt the Shadow Realm form around them, even though they all had
enough Shadow Magic to survive here it was still vaguely uncomfortable, and
even now Seto had nightmares about his first time here, and the Penalty Game
Yami�d imposed on him. When they returned to the real world they were in what
seemed to be a changing room, and for a moment Bronze wanted to ask about the
door fee, but he knew better. Wraith-sama still explained though.

�I
paid our entry fees in advance; I�ve got the tokens that say we have the right
to be here. We�ll probably spend most of our time in the more public area, but
possibly with a visit to the lower level and the more interesting areas.�

Bronze
was pretty sure that if it wasn�t for him Wraith-sama would be spending most of
the evening in �the more interesting areas�, but he knew better than to try to
apologise for it, even wordlessly. Instead he vowed to be as perfect as he
could for his Master, and to try not to react badly to anything that happened,
or embarrass him. He kept his eyes lowered, but watched everything that he
could from beneath his lowered lashes, and took full advantage of his
peripheral vision using the skills he�d learned over the past three months. He
followed three steps behind Wraith-sama, and one to the left, mirroring Silver
to the right of their Master.

Wraith-sama
went directly to the bar, ordering three drinks, one an absinthe cocktail, and
one each of red and white wine. The barman presented them on a small tray, and
all it took was a subtle flick of the fingers on their Master�s right hand to
tell them that Silver was to take the tray. Wraith-sama walked away, leading
them through the club in search of what he eventually found - a single chair set
back to the wall, with a small table beside it. When he sat Bronze knelt at his
feet to his left, but Silver still stood until Wraith-sama smiled at him.

�Offering
pose.� Silver immediately sunk to his knees, lifting the tray as he did so that
at no point did it move more than an inch away from its starting height and it
ended up held above his bowed head. Wraith-sama moved each of the glasses to
the table before taking the tray and sliding it beneath the table. �Break
stance.� And then Silver relaxed and crawled to kneel to their Master�s right,
mirroring Bronze. Wraith-sama laughed at that, and patted his lap. �No, up
here.� Silver obediently climbed up into his lap, and began to snuggle into
their Master�s body. Then Wraith-sama picked up the glass of red wine, taking a
mouthful, and then giving it to him in a kiss, one of the things Bronze had
learned how to respond to before he�d consider bringing him out on the scene.

He
expected to have to wait until Wraith-sama had finished playing with Silver to
get a drink himself, but instead when the glass was still nearly two thirds
full Wraith-sama pushed Silver down to the floor beside him.

�Help
Bronze drink.� And he passed the glass of wine down to Silver. Bronze knew that
Silver didn�t like doing this sort of thing, but Wraith-sama was
determined they�d both accept his decisions on their hierarchy, and so Silver
roughly gathered Bronze into his lap, taking a mouthful of red wine, then
letting it flow into Bronze�s mouth when he kissed him. He moaned into the
other�s lips, even if Silver didn�t appreciate having to do this, Bronze loved
the attention from both of the silver haired men. He�d never realised how much
he needed to give up control before, but Wraith-sama had taught him that, and
Silver had taught him not to feel ashamed of it. They were both so strong in
very different ways, and their strengths complimented each other, just as they
did in their other lives as Ryou and Bakura/Touzokuou. But if Wraith-sama had
allowed it, perhaps if he�d been more experienced Bronze would have been as
happy to take Silver�s place and dominate the spirit while submitting to the
teen if it made Silver more content.

It
didn�t matter, and he put the thoughts from his mind, just enjoying the feel of
Silver�s hands on his body and the slight roughness as he obeyed Wraith-sama�s
command.

-o-()-o-

Bakura
could see how it aroused Bronze when he was handled roughly, even by a fellow
slave, so he didn�t have any problem taking his temper at having to merge with
Silver to take care of him out on the submissive. The way he was letting Bronze
drink was designed to make him feel vulnerable, and to emphasise the dominance
of the one giving the drink to him, and Silver knew how effective it was from
the many times Wraith-sama had let him drink like that. It also made it
impossible for Bakura to give Bronze more liquid than he could easily swallow,
or he�d have done so the first time Wraith-sama had told him to do this, on the
basis that if he screwed up Ryou-sama wouldn�t ask him to do it again.

�Enough
of that Silver. Pass me the wine back.� He obeyed, handing the nearly half full
glass back up to their Master and letting go of Bronze, pushing him out of his
lap when he didn�t climb out of his own accord. But not roughly enough to be
anything other than exciting to Bronze, so that Ryou-sama wouldn�t have a
reason to punish him for it. Even if his punishments were enjoyable often
enough it wasn�t the same knowing that he�d disappointed his Master and
displeased him as it was when they were playing for pleasure.

�Bronze,
up here.� Wraith-sama let the taller man climb up into his lap before reaching
for the second glass of wine and smiling down at Bakura. �Silver, take your
tunic off.� After pulling the tunic off Bakura folded it carefully and glanced
up to Wraith-sama for further instructions, placing it on the table carefully
at his gesture towards it. �Display pose 2.�

Bakura
glanced at his Master from beneath lowered lashes to confirm, then moved to
stand in the specified pose, legs so far apart he could barely keep his
balance, arms folded behind his back, each hand gripping the opposite elbow,
and bent forward until his torso was parallel to the floor. He was still to
Wraith-sama�s left, and if he stood upright he would be facing towards the same
direction as his Master. But his positioning didn�t seem to please Ryou-sama,
as his Master reached out and tugged him into a different position, putting his
body into easier reach so that his Master could touch him and play with his
body whenever he wanted to. Wraith-sama would touch him every so often,
pinching a nipple, or running his nails lightly along Bakura�s flank or
stomach, just enough to keep him in a constant state of low level arousal. Most
of the other �dominants� who stopped to speak with Wraith-sama asked to touch
him as well, but that was a privilege Ryou-sama only shared if Bakura was being
punished.

He
knew his body was covered in sweat by the time Ryou-sama spoke to him again, and
the glass of white wine was half empty too.

�Break
stance and come here.� Wraith-sama patted his lap, newly emptied by Bronze
sliding back down to his knees. Bakura took the invitation and snuggled into
his Master�s embrace, letting his eyes fall half shut as his Master petted him
properly and began to feed him more wine. It was as comforting as it always was
to be vulnerable in Wraith-sama�s presence, no defences up against him, knowing
that all he needed to worry about was pleasing the other...not his
increasingly difficult efforts to distract Zork, or trying to gather the
Millennium Items, in the desperate hope that when he got them all he�d be able
to goad the Pharaoh into destroying them and hopefully freeing his kin�s souls
before Zork could use them to destroy the world and everything that stemmed
from it, including the afterlife.

Wraith-sama
laughed, dipping his finger into the wine and circling each of Bakura�s nipples
in turn before licking the wine off, and then fastening belled clamps on the
sensitised and erect nipples. There wasn�t much wine left in the glass by now,
one, perhaps two at best, mouthfuls and Wraith-sama dipped his fingers in,
holding out the hand for Bronze to suck the wine off them, finishing the glass
in that way. When that glass was finished he put it back on the table and
reached for the red wine, a frown of displeasure appearing on his face, and
through their link Bakura could tell that he�d only just noticed it was still
half full. So instead he took the absinthe cocktail, changing targets so
smoothly Bakura didn�t think he�d have noticed were it not for their
link and finishing it off with a single swallow. He handed the two empty
glasses down to Bronze, and added a quick warding to his collar, one that would
discourage others from approaching him.

�Take
these back to the bar.� When Bronze stood up and took the empty glasses
Wraith-sama added some more instructions. �You may defend yourself however you
want from any advances, provided you try to get rid of them by touching your
collar first. I know that might not always work here.� Because there were so
many tourists about. Wraith-sama waited until Bronze was out of earshot before
turning Bakura on his lap.

�You
deliberately dawdled over giving Bronze his wine.� It wasn�t a question, he�d
probed Bakura�s mind through their link to establish that, so he didn�t bother
responding. �Are you jealous of him? You may answer.� The words were an
afterthought, but if he�d broken that rule...

�No
Master.� And he really wasn�t jealous, he just resented the position
Wraith-sama wanted him in. But Ryou-sama didn�t seem to realise that, as
Silver, or even as he was at the moment Bakura couldn�t protest his
will, and when he wasn�t Silver or mixed with Silver he was too
embarrassed to explain to his Master. And the one time he�d tried to
explain...Ryou-sama hadn�t understood how fragile his mental stability was, and
how much it was eroding away, hadn�t understood, or hadn�t believed.

�But
it was still defiance, however slight. Over my knee.� Bakura obeyed
immediately, shifting until his legs were hanging over one side of Wraith-sama�s
lap, and his head and arms over the other, ass in the air. His Master began to
spank him, as if he was a child still, and Bakura knew that everyone
close enough to watch was, he could see it through the curtain of his
hair. He stayed silent, knowing that it would impress the onlookers, and that
his Master didn�t like to hear noises unless Bakura was given permission or couldn�t
keep from making them - and a spanking wasn�t severe enough for that - but he
wriggled in Wraith-sama�s lap and grasp enough to make a good show. It was just
ten blows, but that was enough that the sting wouldn�t fade immediately, and
when Wraith-sama had finished he ordered Bakura to return to his earlier
position. Ryou-sama ran his hand through Bakura�s hair, once, making a sound of
displeasure as it snagged on a tangle, then he pushed Bakura back down to the
floor to his right, and pulled his head into his lap where he could use a comb
to work out the tangles.

�No
words, but make any noises you want.� Ryou-sama always gave Bakura permission
to make sounds when he was combing his hair, he found it amusing the way Bakura
could take as much pain as his Master wanted to inflict in a scene or a
punishment, and still object when his hair was combed and the comb hit a
tangle. He obviously hadn�t angered his Master too much by dallying over giving
Bronze his wine, or Wraith-sama wouldn�t have just snapped his fingers to his
left, telling Bronze to resume his place kneeling to that side of their Master
- he�d have made a point of putting his play with Silver aside to play with
Bronze. Once he�d finished combing Bakura�s hair he pulled Bronze back up into
his lap and began to feed the red wine to the other slave, occasionally dipping
his fingers in it, and holding them out for Bakura to drink from. Bakura made a
point of showing off just how good he was with his mouth when he was granted
that opportunity, wrapping his tongue around them and sucking them the way he
would if it was his Master�s cock in his mouth, not his fingers. Bronze
hadn�t done that, or gotten the reaction Bakura seemed to have from the
way the other was wriggling in their Master�s lap.

But
their Master had a lot of self-control, and he didn�t do anything about his
obvious arousal until he�d finished with the wine. Then he slid Bronze down his
knees and pulled his face into his groin as he unfastened his trousers to
expose his cock. For a second Bakura could see Bronze hesitating, this wasn�t quite
what they�d discussed before they left, but it was close enough, and he seemed
determined to show Wraith-sama everything he�d learned. And Ryou-sama seemed
content to allow him to display his skills, for a while anyway, since he didn�t
control Bronze�s motion with a hand in his hair.

Afterwards
he stood and fastened his trousers, telling Bakura to get dressed before
leading them into the private areas, stopping to watch some of the scenes for a
few moments, just glancing at the subs and slaves left in bondage. He started
avoiding the two displays of whipping when Bronze stepped close enough to him
that he could touch their Master on hearing a whip crack. But there was one
Domme displaying how well she could use a knife on her sub, and that caught his
attention as nothing else could. The sub was a slender man, with typical
Japanese colouring, dark brown hair and eyes, and bronze skin, chained with his
hands above his head stretching his body in a smooth line. And the Domme was
using a much bigger knife than Bakura would use even in a fight, it was
bordering on being a short sword, obviously more for a mind fuck than any real
purpose, especially with the way she was teasing him with it. Once that was
obvious Wraith-sama turned to leave the room, just as Marik was coming in.

-o-()-o-

�Lord
Wraith. What a pleasure.� There was an edge of gleeful malice to Marik�s voice
that Ryou didn�t like.

�Are
you still going by �Aku� demonling, or do you use some other name?� Ryou�s own
voice was cold, emotionless as it wouldn�t be wise to give away any clues for
an opponent to use against him...and at the moment Marik was an opponent, if not
an enemy.

�Aku
will do just fine.� He was smirking, almost leering at Silver, and there
was no way Ryou was letting him hurt his property. Of course he�d need time to
get through Marik�s defences, poor as they were, so... �I think we need to have
a little chat. In private.�

�Very
well Aku. There is probably a room that isn�t being used around here somewhere.
Shall we go and look for it?� As he spoke Ryou sent tendrils of Shadow Magic
out towards the yami, testing his defences, noting what reactions he got to
each probe, and mapping the defences out. Ryou could probably overwhelm them
all at once with the power he could draw on from Bronze and Silver (since
Bakura had suggested the spell that allowed Ryou to draw on his Shadow Magic as
if it was his own when his collar wasn�t hidden) but that would be a waste of
energy he�d only use if he ran out of time and had no other option. Talking to
Marik while he tried to find a more subtle way through his defences would be
better. That way he�d have plenty of power to spare for whatever he decided to
do to him.

The
room they eventually ended up in had a rack standing by...for show most
likely, it was just the sort of over the top piece of equipment that amateurs
might get enamoured with, and that made for a really good mind fuck. There was
also a cage taking up one side of the room...Ryou smiled at Marik and opened
the cage, the order implicit as he looked at his slave and his sub. It would
get them both out of the line of fire anyway, and playing these games seemed to
do something to Bakura, Ryou wasn�t going to put him at risk if he could help
it.

Marik
watched as Silver and Bronze curled together on the floor of the cage, not
seeming to care that they were being locked in. Ryou knew that wasn�t exactly
the case, they just both had faith that he�d let them out again when the time
came...and if worst came to worst Bakura had the skills to pick the lock
and get them out, or to leave through the Shadow Realm. Still, it would be best
to make sure, to plan for all contingencies...although Ryou was confident of
his victory a �go to hell� plan was always important.

:Bakura.
If I�m killed or put out of the fight get out of here with Seto. I don�t want
you to face Marik at a disadvantage.: He could feel Bakura�s resistance to the
idea, but he�d be using Bakura�s Shadow Magic to fight Marik, as well as Seto�s,
and even in the best case scenario Bakura would be pulling out of being Silver
when the fight started.

-As
you wish Yadonushi-sama.- Ryou smiled as he saw Bakura pull Seto into his arms
protectively...despite the height difference and he pulled one of the daggers
he wore on his forearms from the glamor that hid it, tossing it into the cage
near Bakura.

�Tell
me Bakura...why do you look like your hikari when you play these games? And why
did you let him take over the role of Wraith for that bet?� Marik thought he
was Bakura in disguise? That certainly opened up possibilities. Ryou put a
cruel smile on his face and leaned back against the cage bars, taking a dagger
from his belt and the glamor hiding it to play with as he replied.

�Why
do you think demonling?� He�d already found one way through Marik�s
defences, a hair thin crack in the wall blocking hostile Shadow Magic, but that
wasn�t enough, and he probably had multiple layers of defences the way Ryou
did. So he had to keep on distracting him, and play for time. Imitating
Bakura-sama should work, and he left the cage to stalk over to the yami. �Well?�
He let just a touch of Shadow Magic play along the blade, it would act as a
poison if he could get it into the other, not a very strong poison, but enough
to slow him down a bit.

�I�m
sure the Pharaoh won�t be happy to hear that you�ve been abusing your hikari
this way, and now you�ve got another victim.�

�And
what makes you think this isn�t something Silver wants and enjoys? He
started this relationship, believe it or not. And besides, after the show at
The Foxhole none of the Pharaoh�s groupies are going to believe I�m anyone but
Ryou using the name Wraith.� Ryou smiled, waiting to see how Marik would
respond...from his probes it almost felt as if his Shadow Magic defences really
were a single, heavy wall and Ryou was insinuating his own Shadow Magic through
every crack he could find. Every last word he�d spoken was true, so what if
they were misleading.

�But
if Lord Wraith is Ryou then that makes Silver the great Touzokuou.� And now
Marik had hit upon the truth, even if he thought it was a lie. �How would the
Pharaoh react to that do you think? And what will you do to keep me from
spreading the tale of how I found you in a BDSM club being dominated by your
pathetic hikari?�

�This.�
Ryou smiled sweetly. He�d got enough of his power through Marik�s defences to
directly target the pain centres of his brain, sending him falling to the
floor, screaming and thrashing. And all of his defences went right down as
well. Ryou had a deck on him, ready for combat and he used Chain Energy to bind
Marik in place as he knelt beside the yami. �You aren�t going to tell anyone anything
about what you saw here. I won�t have anyone damaging Silver�s reputation like
that...or Bronze�s for that matter.� Ryou hoped that Marik could hear him over
his own screams, but if he couldn�t it didn�t matter. He rolled him over onto
his stomach, and pulled his jacket and shirt up to expose his back, cutting one
of the hieroglyphs on his back open again, the one saying �silence� and binding
the compulsion to never reveal what he�d just found out to anyone into it. Then
he stopped stimulating the pain centres, and gave a single jolt to the pleasure
centres, before setting the chain energy to fade away and opening the cage
again.

He
stepped inside and held out a hand for each of his lovers. Bakura stood first,
helping Seto to his feet and offering Ryou the dagger from his forearm at the
same time. Once Ryou�d put that away he took Ryou�s left hand while Seto took
his right.

The
risk of embarrassing or endangering Silver and Bronze somehow was the only
reason Ryou didn�t stay and find another way to hurt and humiliate Marik. And
that was somewhat unnerving, that he�d changed so much, but he pushed the
thought away and focused on getting them all back home.

As
soon as he let go of their hands Bronze dropped to his knees, shaking, and
pulled off his wig, breaking the glamor, and telling Ryou that the game was
over for him, while Silver almost collapsed into his arms, shaking every bit as
badly as Seto. Ryou cursed mentally while considering his options. Both of his
lovers needed him, but...Silver couldn�t verbalise why or what was wrong
with him. Ryou�d learned about that, how Bakura had somehow ended up blocked
against saying anything about his problems when he was in the right mood for
these games, and he didn�t automatically return to being himself if there was
a problem.

Ryou
shifted Silver into his left arm and knelt by Seto, wrapping his right arm
around the CEO.

�Seto,
what�s wrong?�

�I...don�t
know.� His voice was no more than a whisper. �There wasn�t a problem until we
came back here.� Ryou blinked, and scanned Seto and Silver with his Shadow
Magic.

�I�m
sorry. This was my fault. I drew on your Shadow Magic too quickly after I
cursed Marik to make sure he stayed quiet about what he saw and I didn�t draw
on it through the right pathways. It�s a reaction to the way I drew on your
Shadow Magic, nothing more. Have you ever had problems because you stayed awake
too long?�

�Yes,
with Gozaburo.� Why was that not a surprise, Ryou thought ruefully. He�d known
Seto was a workaholic, and that�s why he�d chosen that particular question,
there simply weren�t enough hours in the day for Seto to do everything he did
without skimping on sleep at some point. But he hadn�t exactly anticipated Seto
admitting that his history of sleep deprivation started in his childhood.

�Well,
this is just the same thing. For both of you. Although if it was stressful to
watch me deal with Marik that probably exacerbated the problem.� It had
certainly been stressful to actually deal with Marik. Even though Ryou
had the ability to draw on Bakura�s and Seto�s Shadow Magic - either of
which was equal to Marik�s Shadow Magic - it was more awkward for him to use
Shadow Magic that way, and avoid hurting them the way he just had. So he�d been
focusing on trying to keep Marik from realising that he wasn�t Bakura, making
sure he didn�t attack, and finding a way through his defences. �Come on.� He
stood, pulling his two lovers up with him. Seto needed to be pampered, and it
would probably settle Silver down better than anything else to pamper
someone.

He
guided them up to the bedroom he shared with Silver, pushing Seto down to the
bed and beginning to strip him.

�Silver,
get some massage oil and start to warm it up. I want you to work all the kinks
and tension out of Seto�s body.� Silver didn�t reply, just bowed his head and
moved to obey. Ryou stroked Seto�s hair gently and began the process of getting
his nail polish off once he was naked. �You�ll feel better after Silver�s given
you a massage. We won�t be playing again tonight, and I�m sorry your first
visit to the scene with me went wrong like that.�

�It�s
not your fault. It was good up until Marik turned up. Can we do it again some
other time?� Ryou�d half expected this to turn Seto off the scene for a while,
he�d made a point of pushing his limits slightly, and then Marik had caused
problems.

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