Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Between Bondage and Passion ❯ One Shot ( Chapter 1 )

Between Bondage and Passion
Author's Notes: This is probably the first Rashid/Isis lemon out there; if there are others I don't know about them so please let me know. Anyways this starts off with going briefly into Rashid's loyalty to Malik and at the same time his love for Isis. It also goes into Ishtar and how he treated his children and Rashid. Some of the scenes at the beginning intertwine with my other stories "Ask Me" and "The Eleventh Commandment." Thanks to Kitsune for kicking my muse in gear and helping me sort my thoughts on this entire thing. She also helped me come up with the title.
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Isis was curled up in Rashid's arms trying to shut out her mother's screams as her father's groans rang in her ear. Her face was buried in Rashid's chest and she could smell his comforting scent even stronger now that her eyes were closed and her hands covering her ears in a feeble attempt to shut out the noise. She muffled her sobs against Rashid's solid body as he rocked her and rubbed her back soothingly being able to shut out the noises from her parents' room being used to it. He picked her up and carried her to his room which was on the far side of the cave they listened to and well away from the noises. He crawled into bed still holding her and pressing her between his body and the stone wall; pulling the covers around them he tucked her head under his chin and closed his eyes humming a soothing tune to lull her to sleep.

That had been how things were until the morning her father had found them like that; his reaction had been dangerous. Ishtar grabbed hold of Isis' hair and yanked her from his bed holding her up; her small feet dangling in the air while she screamed and struggled to get out of his grasp. Her mother ran into the room and watched as her husband slugged Rashid knocking him from the bed and then kicking him in the stomach where a few days ago he had left a gash causing it to open and bleed.

"What are you doing?!" demanded Lady Ishtar. "Get your hands off my daughter!"

Ishtar snarled and tossed Isis into her mother's arms hitting her in the chest over her slowly developing stomach causing both females to crumble to the ground. "Your daughter is becoming a whore just like you," he spat storming out of the room but not before shouting. "If I catch those two in bed together again I will sell her to the highest bidder!"

Isis quickly crawled off her mother and cradled her head in her lap, "Momma?" she whispered, brushing Lady Ishtar's black hair from her face. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine," whispered her mother seating up. "The baby is fine and wasn't damaged in the fall. Don't you worry about anything my sweet. Rashid, help your sister clean herself up. Would you?"

"Yes," said Rashid, taking Isis hand and leading her to the bathing chambers.

Within a year their lives had been shot to hell Isis was slowly becoming increasingly aware of her father's new found attention on her and threw herself into taking care of her baby brother, doing anything to get away from her father's probing stare. Finally he did what he had been wanting to do ever since his wife died he tied her down in her bed and with an agonizing slowness took her innocence. First he started by slowly removing her tunic before moving on to running his claw like hands over her fragile body. He dipped his head in between her legs and slowly began to lick her, and listened to her whimpers of fear and smirked drawing away. He stared down at her his gaze hard and drunk with lust for his daughter's six year old body. He finally lay back down on top of her and without waiting slammed himself inside of her and slowly began to move within her enjoying her screams.

It had been when Rashid was washing her body away of his blood and semen that she first began to realize that the man she considered her older brother couldn't save her from everything. He would however, try to save her from her demons: both real and imaginary. It was the next year that she stopped seeing him as an older brother and started seeing him as something more of course he was five years older then her and at eleven was growing into a fine young teen that seemed unmarred by her father's cruelty. Isis on the other hand knew she would not be chosen for a wife from a man outside of the Tomb Keeper clan maybe she would even be forced to marry Malik or worse yet her own father. After all what good was a touched woman aside from being a whore and a slave. She wouldn't be wanted by any man outside the clan and it was just as well; she didn't want to leave her brother and Rashid at her father's mercy.

Her brother was the only light she had in her life and she kept every drawing, every poem, and every crude doll he made for her and she cherished it. She had been mortified when her baby brother had walked in on her and their father. It had been two years from the moment that Rashid had tried to save her and her brother from her father's temper that it had all started. A month before Malik and Isis were to go to the surface the romance that had been slowly blooming between Isis and Rashid came into full force.

It was difficult to hide their love for each other but they knew that if they wanted to survive in this hell hole they called a home than they had no other choice. So far they had been lucky and not even Malik knew that late at night when the clan was asleep Rashid and Isis would lay together wrapped in sticky sheets and each others arms. There had been one night, the night before Malik and Isis would take their trip to the upper world that Ishtar had nearly caught them but they remained silent until he had passed and then quickly hurried up.

When Marik murdered Ishtar he allowed a weight to be pulled off of Rashid and Isis they no longer had to fear Ishtar's discovery but they had to be weary of Malik's reaction. Malik threw himself into his training barely spearing any time for Rashid and Isis; he was so caught up in his plan to destroy the Pharaoh he had no idea what was going on between Rashid and Isis until the one night he walked in on them, only to walk right back out and a second later they heard him yelling obscenities in every language her knew.

Rashid and Malik left on their mission of revenge and Isis followed wanting to save her brother from the dark presence of madness that her father had released all in the name of tradition.

Five Years Later________________________________________________

Kaiba's air blimp had just lifted off of the ground and Isis was seating in her room taking in her surroundings. One wall was lined with windows and the drapery was dark blue with black lining and chords. The rest of the room had very few furnishings a desk and a chair on one side of the room and on the other was the bed. In the middle of the room was a coach and a coffee table. Seto obviously felt that the duelists would spend more time dueling then in their rooms.

She sighed and closed her eyes, seeing Rashid for more then just a brief second had been wonderful. He hadn't changed much except it seemed as if he had gotten more muscles, not that she minded of course. She got to her feet and began to pace the floor Rashid was pretending to be her brother; while her brother pretended to be a friend to the Pharaoh and his rag tag group of loyal friends. She couldn't help but wonder what her brother's game plan for this was. A soft knock at the door broke her out of her reverie and she moved forward to answer it wondering who it could be.

"Yes?" she asked, before freezing and staring wide eyes at the man on the other side of the door not expecting him to show up at all. "Rashid?"

Rashid walked down the halls towards Isis' bedroom he wanted to see her and become reacquainted with her. It had been at least five years since he had been with close, personal contact with her. Seeing her tonight on the air blimp had been a pleasant surprise; even though she hid her face with a veil he knew it was her. The off white dress she wore hugged her curves and brought out her tan skin a wide gold belt encircled her slender waist and her lovely hips were accented by slender golden chords. Gold bands kept the dress attached to her body and a light blue-green stone rested in the middle. Bringing out her lovely blue eyes along with a similar stone attached to the middle of her forehead below an intricate circlet that encircled her forehead holding the veil and to cover her face from the nose down and another one to cover her head of beautiful black hair; in which locks were encircled by golden bands like always. She wore gold arm bands on her upper arms and around her wrists. The millennium tauk surrounded her delicate neck resting on her collar bones. Whenever she moved her legs the skirt of the dress would split apart and he would be treated with a lovely view of her slender legs; her ankles had wide bands of gold and slender anklets while her small feet were covered in delicate shoes black.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door to her room and blinked when she came to the door having removed the face covering. She seemed surprised to see him but when the surprise slipped away into pleasure. He smirked to himself knowing that she still loved him even after he ad left her the morning after there last intimate encounter.

"May I come in?" he asked, staring at her eyes.

"Yes, of course," said Isis, stepping aside to let him in. "What can I do…"

Isis was cut off when Rashid latched onto her lips forcing her against the now closed door. She moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and caressed her tongue causing her moans to pick up. Her nails dug into his dark purple shirt and rubbed her hips against his feeling the cold leather and silver belts rub roughly against her delicate skin through her skirt. His muscular arms wrapped around her thighs lifting her up and carting her over to the couch dropping her before laying down on top of her. Isis moaned and slide her hands between them flipping her skirt apart so that her legs could wrap around his waist. Her legs wrapped around his neck and she pressed his body harder against him. He moaned smelling her arousal when he rubbed his arousal against her. She moaned and rolled them over and off of the couch onto the floor so she was on top straddling his hip. She quickly rid him of his shirt and ran her hands over his tan, muscular chest that had scars on them from her father.

"They don't hurt anymore," said Rasid, when he felt her running her fingers over them.

"All these scars were the cause of us," whispered Isis.

Rashid smirked and ran his hands up her sides bringing her closer to him. "Then make it up to me by intense pleasure."

Isis giggled and latched her mouth onto his moving her mouth down to his neck. Rashid moaned and tore the head piece from her body tossing it over the couch and digging his hands into her hair and groaning when her mouth moved down to his chest. He cried out when she nipped at his nipples and started to lick at them soothingly when blood began to seep from the wounds. He knew that her father had destroyed the tender side of her in bed and he didn't mind her roughness nor did he mind being rough with her himself, he rather enjoyed it.

He grunted in disappointment when she pulled away and watched her hands dance across his stomach just above his belts and pants. He watched as a look came into her eyes, he knew that look he had seen it before that look meant something was going to happen. He snorted when she stood up pulling him with her. She lead him to the window were she turned him around so his back was to the curtains. He watched her as she tied his arms up above his head with the cording before dropping to her knees. He watched her his golden eyes blazing with lust watched has her hands ran up and down his legs while her face nuzzled his lap area. Rashid groaned his hands gripping the chords that held his hands. He cried out and watched her undo his belts listening to them drop to the floor behind him. He expected her to undo his pants and go down on him; but she didn't instead she stood back up before him and started walking back smirking at him.

"What are you up to?" asked Rashid, his eyes narrowing slightly annoyed at her for leaving him in this state.

Isis just smirked and slowly began to remove her clothing, doing it while running her hands along her body suggestively and moaning while he watched her with wide eyes. He watched as the dress fell from her body, pooling at her feet and then watched her small hands slide up her body and cup her breasts. His eyes widened when she began to massage her own breasts something he had never seen her do before. His nose sniffed and he began to smell her fluids that were trickling down her legs and forming a small pool on the ground at her feet. He watched as her hands slide down her body and slipped inside her inner core pushing her over the edge to her first orgasm of the night. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Did you enjoy your show love?" she asked nibbling his earlobe.

"You have no idea," whispered Rashid, watching her walk behind him running her hands up and down his scarred back. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, while her hands wrapped around his chest and dipped into his pants.

"On cold lonely nights," whispered Isis. "I would imagine you were with me; of course," she continued, in an appeasing tone licking his ear. "I was never as good at doing it as you were."

Rashid opened his mouth to respond but it was cut off by a groan when she bit down on his back in between his shoulder blades. She drew back and smirked her nails digging into his flesh causing him to hiss in pain. She came back to stand before him and moved forward kissing his lips roughly sliding her tongue into his mouth forcing him into a rough tango of passion; Rashid not wanting to be out done returned the kiss with equal force. Isis groaned and tore her mouth away from his dropping to her knees she undid his pants.

"Such patience deserves an award," whispered Isis, pulling his pants down and slipping her mouth around him bobbing up and down rapidly her teeth scraping against the tender flesh causing him to hiss in pain and moan in pleasure.

Isis pulled away when he was seconds from coming and he growled at her in irritation. Isis smiled and him and pressed her lips against his as her right hand wrapped around his still throbbing member and began to move up and down on it. Rashid moaned when she finally brought him to the orgasm he so wanted to experience. He twisted his wrists, the chords digging into his skin, in an attempt to break free. Isis took pity on him and untied the chords the moment he was free he grabbed hold of her, throwing her over his shoulder while he kicked his pants off.

Rashid carried her to the bed tossing her on top of it before joining her in bed pulling the covers around them. He reached in between them and felt Isis to see if she was still wet; he smirked when she immediately began to respond to his touches. He pulled his hand away and braced himself above her before slamming into her and starting a rough and hard pace for them. Isis dug her nails into his back and her legs were wrapped around his waist as he continued to pound within her. It didn't take long for Rashid to have brought her cuming as she screamed in pleasure.

They lay there taking in the aftermath of their sex wrapped in each other's arms.

"I love you," whispered Isis.

"I love you too," he whispered as they feel into a deep sleep.

THE END

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