Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave to Love ❯ Of my Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Angelbaby: First I'd like to start off by introducing my OCs. I mean I love mostly all the Yaoi pairings, but I know I wouldn't be able to write them. I mean I'd probably suck worst than I do now. Anyway, so I think I'll stick with F/M stories and my own girls, because I hate the Yugioh girls, especially Anzu/Tea (whatever). Also I won't use the hikaris, except Malik, only the Yamis, except Marik (don't worry I still think he's sexy)^_^

Zaire- pronounced like `hair' only it begins with a `Z'

Age: whatever I decide for story.

Hair: Long, black with gold streaks

Gender: if you didn't figure it out it's female

Skin: Egyptian tan (so pretty)

Personality: fun, cheerful, opinionative, active

Eyes: gold

Lavie- pronounced like `La V'

Age: whatever I decide for story.

Hair: long, purple

Gender: female

Skin: Egyptian tan

Personality: (lets say she favors Bakura)

Eyes: violet

Satire- pronounced like `Sa tear'

Age: whatever I decide for story.

Hair: mid-back, russet (reddish-brown: I could've just said that)

Gender: female

Skin: Egyptian tan (I really like that color)

Personality: sweet, affable, intelligent

Eyes: orchid

Isis- not T.V one

Age: whatever I decide for story.

Hair: shoulder length, forest green

Gender: female

Skin: Egyptian tan

Personality: short temper, straightforward, unmanageable

Eyes: light green

Well that is it. That wasn't so bad now was it? Hope you enjoy them. I should say they are mine and don't take them, buuuuut I doubt you'd want `em so, anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of its characters.

On with the fic finally. Enjoy.

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"Pharaoh Yami," she moaned, "um, I want you so bad. Oh. I want you now please." Zaire stated as she withered beneath the dominant king as he stroked her bosom.

Yami leaned down and captured her lips in a soft passionate duel. He loved how this girl wasn't afraid to overpower him. He pulled and sucked on her tongue as she continued to beg and supplicate for him.

The bodies danced in an exotic and erotic way. A dance synchronized and performed by many. He needed her and she him. His erection pressed into her canal, but was permitted no entry from the shielding cloth surrounding it.

Zaire sat up pushing the pharaoh into the submissive position. "Please let me please you." She panted in his ear as she freed his yearning member from its imprisonment.

She leaned down and captured it in her mouth sucking hard. She dragged her tongue along it from top to bottom in a slow agonizing pace receiving hisses and gasp from the almighty pharaoh. She took the whole shaft into her mouth pressing Yami's hips down when he bucked into her throat. She made vibrating noises driving the pharaoh crazy before she swallowed, deep throating him in the process giving the pharaoh his oh so desired release.

Yami shot up from his sleep. Sweat poured from his smooth, tan, muscle toned (::drool::) body as the sun hit him with an ethereal glow. He breathed heavily looking around his chamber as though to become accustomed once again with it. He had no earthly idea where he was.

The doors to his bedroom opened revealing Seto, his high priest and best friend. He sighed heavily as every thing became familiar to him again. He also groaned once that realization hit him. He was back in the real world. Which meant he was entitled the King of Egypt, giving him royal duties to attend to, but most importantly, it made Zaire a slave and not his.

Zaire was beautiful and he had a secret admiration for her. He wanted the raven-haired/bullion-streaked girl. He wanted to make love to her or at least touch her. However, she was a slave and it was demoting for a pharaoh and a slave to love. Sometimes he wished for her to be his pleasure slave, but he could never give her such a ranking, she was worth so much more than that.

"Yami are you alright?" Seto asked worry in his eyes as he noticed Yami's flushed state.

Yami looked at him with surprise. Was it that evident? He shook his head, "Everything's fine, why do you ask?"

Seto rolled his eyes at Yami's antics to cover his obvious dream. "Well from your sweat covered body (::drool::), flushed cheeks, and not to mention stained sheets," he pointed out lifting the sheets for emphasis, "I'd have to conclude that you dreamt about Zaire again. A very pleasant one if I might add." He smirked laughter in his eyes.

Yami sighed lowering his eyes. Seto was the only one who knew about his obsession, he hoped. To be honest, he was quite embarrassed about the whole thing. Even if he did know of Seto's fixation for the slave Satire, he was still pharaoh and believed he should be fond of a more eminent woman. But by Ra, Zaire was beautiful, simply erotic.

"Please don't tell." Yami begged. A side of him only Seto, and I mean only Seto, would ever see. "I…I don't know why I keep…I just…I don't know," Yami stuttered as he got up to clean himself up.

"Yami, I wouldn't tell and I really don't care. Besides, if you like her…"

"I DON'T…I mean I can't." Yami interrupted trying to reason with himself more than with Seto.

Seto threw his hands up in surrender; he didn't want to have this conversation again. Seto had tried countless times to convince Yami to admit his feelings for the servant, but it did nothing but give him a headache. He did not need one of those today with all the preparations to do for the annual festivities, "I give up, Yami. You win. Anyway, we have a meeting this mourning with the council. I'll meet you in the council room." He stated before he stuttered out the door.

Yami groaned in aggravation. This was going to be a long day. He actually had plans on watching his angel work in the garden. Not that he was spying on her, he just really liked the garden and wanted to make sure she was tending to it right…yeah that was the reason.

He put on his clothes, then his abundant supply of jewelry before he headed toward the meeting room for a day of endless babble.

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Bakura looked around the tomb, jewels inhabiting every corner. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, gems, and the most prized position of a thief…Gold…all caught his eyes with their brilliant shines.

Bakura smiled as he bent down and started his `shopping spree' as Lavie called it. "Come to me precious, my precious." He said to a very large diamond as he stuffed it into his bag.

Lavie stood by the entrance of the tomb to keep watch for guards. Bakura was the most wanted thief in Egypt. They were constantly running for their lives, but she didn't mind. She loved being with Bakura and loved him dearly, even if he never said, she had a feeling he felt the same as well.

The sun was beginning to set overhead. The sky became a canvas of colors pink, orange, and purple. The wind blew softly. Lavie loved the nights compared to the scorching heat of the sun during the day.

A hand was laid gently upon her shoulder. She smiled secretly inside her, she would never show her smile; she had to stay uncaring, never show her feelings and emotions. People took advantage of you when they knew you could be manipulated.

She turned to Bakura with a look of complete boredom on her face, "Are you finally done? I thought you might had become apart of the ancients." She teased.

"I see we haven't lost our sense of humor." Bakura replied in return. "Come on, we don't want to be out and about in the moon hours. That's when the most guards are out scouting for us." He said as they proceeded to their hut called home.

"You mean looking for you. I'm not wanted." Lavie said. Bakura rolled his eyes and decided to ignore her.

Once they'd reached `home', Bakura noticed a small flicker of light illuminating from the window. "Stay here." He whispered to Lavie, handing her the sack and walking toward the door.

He kicked the door gently with his foot and pulled out his always-handy knife ready to strike any intruder that dared enter his dwelling. He moved steadily noticing the light getting stronger from his bedroom door.

He positioned himself at the door, readied his knife, he swung the door open, and…"MALIK," he yelled. The said man jump from the bed he and his lover had recently occupied. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Bakura bellowed angrier at the fact that his friend had been doing `private' things in his bed.

"Oh, hey Bakura, didn't think you'd be back so soon, must've lost track of time." Malik stated scratching the back of his head.

"Must have," Bakura stated simply as he glared at Isis who returned the favor.

Lavie ran into the room, becoming worried at the commotion she had heard from outside. Her eyes lit up as they came in contact with her best friend. She smirked, "What brings you out laws here?" she questioned licking her lips at Malik who smirked and winked back at her. Bakura growled catching the two's traded actions. They always did that just to piss him off and it worked every time.

"What are you doing here?" Bakura restated the question.

"Chill, Bakura," Malik stated making himself more at home again, "We just need a place to hang out for a while, old buddy, old pal."

"You can't stay here." Bakura spoke before he sat down to look over his recently acquired treasures.

"Why not?" Malik asked a look of hurt on his face.

"Because…"

"Because what?" Isis asked getting in on the conversation.

"Because…don't you think it would be the perfect opportunity for the pharaoh to get both his most wanted criminals when he has them right there under his nose." Lavie tried to reason.

"That wasn't my reason," Bakura spoke up gaining their attention, "I just don't want the bastard here because he decided to get horny in my bed."

Lavie rolled her eyes, "If that's the only reason, I wouldn't mind if you guys stayed. Pharaoh never caught you before, why should now be any different.

Isis and Malik smiled, "Here that doll, we're going to be staying here for a while." He said turning to Isis and giving her a passionate kiss.

"Oh Ra, help me. If I haven't killed myself by the end of the week, then give me the next week." Bakura moaned with an oncoming headache just thinking about the psychic blonde living with him.

"Finally," Yami muttered as he made his way to his bed chamber, "I swear someone's head was going to roll if I didn't get out of there soon, by Ra, I never knew anyone could be so boring."

Yami continued to complain to himself not watching where he was going. A very petite servant made her way around the corner carrying the pharaoh's freshly washed sheets. As she rounded the corner and crashed into Yami and they were both sent sailing to the floor.

The delicate girl looked up and her eyes widened in horror at the person she had knocked down.

Yami groaned, he wasn't having a good day; he had hit his head hard (::say that five times fast::) on the floor with that fall. "DAMN, WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING…" He yelled but immediately shut up when his eyes caught those of the concentration of his dreams.

"I'm so sorry," she began to apologize as she picked up the sheets, "I'm such idiot, please forgive me Pharaoh. I didn't mean too, I wasn't watching where I was going. Its all my fault and…"

All her words were lost to him as he stared memorized by the beauty before him. He looked at her lips, those sweet supple lips, that he for so long had dreamed of them doing glorious things to him. That body so promising and wanton. Oh, how he longed to have it wither beneath him. And her voice so mellifluous, it would be a pleasing sound to hear his name from that mouth.

Coming back to his senses, he was surprised to her the girl still begging for his forgiveness. He raised a hand, which quieted her straight away. He smiled as he looked at her shocking her a bit, "Don't be sorry. I should be. I wasn't watching where I was going and I took it out on you. I deplore. I've just been having a bad day. Forgive me."

The girl was appalled to say the least. The pharaoh was not one to ask for your forgiveness. He must have hit his head pretty hard. She reached up to feel his head for fever. Yami was taken back. He hadn't expected such a bold move. Most people wouldn't dare touch him, even with his permission, not that he was complaining.

"You don't have a fever. Are you all right my pharaoh?" she asked worriedly.

He chuckled slightly, it was so easy to adore her, "I'm fine I a sure you." He looked at the pile of sheets lying on the floor, "Let me help you. It's the least I could do." He offered not giving up the opportunity to spend time with the girl.

"Oh no, I couldn't allow that." She stated gathering the sheets and rising.

"But I insist, " Yami replied not taking no for an answer.

"Alright." She smiled as they continued down the hall.

Once all the sheets were put in their proper place, Zaire bid farewell to the pharaoh and proceeded to take her leave.

"Wait." Yami halted her. She turned and looked at him questionably.

"Yes?"

Yami took a deep breath before he responded, "Would you spend the night with me. Not do anything just…talk." He said with hope in his heart.

"I'm not sure." She stated unsteadily. She heard about being a pleasure slave and she couldn't deny the pharaoh his wishes or she'd be killed, but he did say talk, but then again, you could never be too careful.

"Please? I… just talk, I promise." Yami stuttered, his heart beating fiercely.

Zaire looked into his eyes and could see the truthfulness within them; she was always one for making good choices, "O.K." She smiled as she saw the pharaoh's eyes lighten with joy.

Yami took her hand and led her to his chamber. `This day wasn't so bad after all.' He thought blissfully.

Angelbaby: Well that's it. Please review if you liked it and would like for me to continue. Tchao.