Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of the Undead ❯ Just a Taste ( Chapter 5 )

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`Well,' Yami thought `That was strange.'

Apparently, the six figures had come to clean him up. They had undressed him slowly, taking care not to rip or even wrinkle his clothes. Three men stood watching in case Yami got any ideas when the fourth man took the chains off his ankles. Silently, they bid him to take off his tight, scarlet pants, which was no easy task when one had six individuals watching. Two women then led him to a bath down the hall, tugging the chains still binding his wrists when he walked too slowly. Yami didn't mind being naked, he actually felt more comfortable. Back in Egypt, he had spent most of his time laying around without clothes, wearing only what he had to when is mother was near.

The hall was magnificent. Lush, scarlet carpet felt like liquid as Yami walked, the tiny strands slipping between his toes and tickling his numb ankles. The walls were eggshell with cherry panels serving as borders. Extravagant chandeliers hung every fifty feet, gold, spider like arms precariously balancing slender candle sticks whose flames stood still, untouched by time. The only indication the candles were real was the slow traces of wax droplets sliding down the ivory sides of the candle, blemishing its smooth surface with hardened tears.

Yami nearly tripped when his chains were pulled to a sharp right. He slid silently into the room and waited patiently as the women lit candles for light. It took only four black candles before the small room was well lit; the walls, ceiling, and floor were mirrored, allowing the flames to reflect endlessly and illuminate the room effectively. After stepping into a small porcelain basin, Yami stood still as the women locked the chains above his head so high, it was impossible to bend his knees without literally hanging from the ceiling.

Steam rose and fogged the mirrors as the hot water ran from the faucet. The candle flames turned into dull glowing balls when the soft billowing steam clouds became too dense for Yami to see his own feet. The dark sucked in his breath through clenched teeth when the water burned into his wounds, he could feel the liquid turn crimson as his blood seeped from the reopened slits. Slowly, the pain subsided as his flesh became accustomed to the temperature. The women surrounded him, each holding something Yami could not make out. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, `Ah, they're going to drown me in perfume…' he snickered to himself.

The harsh scrubbing started suddenly, the rough feel of the sponges tearing loose dirt along with scabs. Yami shut his eyes tightly, a few tears managing to leak past the iron-fused lids. The scent of lavender became overwhelming; perhaps a result from the odd lighting and pain shooting through his body, but still, the smell was making his stomach reel.

He clenched his teeth together and tilted his head back to help with the nausea. Breathing in slowly and deeply, Yami was able to clear his mind and concentrate only on the sound of the running water. His crimson eyes peeled open and he yelped softly, though it echoed for longer than he would have liked. One of the women had taken it upon herself to wash his lower regions with the same speed and harshness that the rest of his body had undergone. `Damn it!!' Yami bit down hard on his lower lip, the taste of copper filling his mouth as he sucked to cause more of the stinging pain, any pain would be better than what he was feeling now! When she was done Yami let out a deep sigh, his head rolling back limply as he felt his member stiffly throb and burn.

He became impatient and tried to make eye contact with the women, though they saw nothing but the part of him they were cleaning. From what he could make out, they were very beautiful, in an exotic sort of way. All had hair of raven and emerald eyes, which stood out sharply against their pale skin. They wore bright dresses that had been hidden under the long white robes they had worn.

The three began to rub oil on him after having rinsed off the white, fluffy suds from his body and hair. Again, the air was filled with the fragrance of lavenders, but this time in moderation. The tallest of the women began to comb through his hair and fix it right back to how it had been, the tricolor spikes stood and she began to apply what seemed to be gold gel to the very tips. The second held his chin between two thin fingers and with black eyeliner began to outline his eyes elaborately and then gently rub the palest of green eye shadow on his lids. The youngest of the three wrapped a silky, white garb around his waist; the edge done with gold and royal blue silk, she carefully tucked it in so that it would not come undone. Then the women placed various gleaming manacles around his arms and legs; clamped elaborate earrings shaped as Ankhs on the rim of his ears, and glued a golden Eye of Horus on his forehead.

There, was a knock on the door and one of the men walked in, unchaining Yami, he silently tugged the adorned boy out of the room by the chains still fastened around his wrists. The soft clinking of gold was the only sound as the two made their way back to Yami's `quarters'. Once inside, the man unshackled Yami and left, bowing toward the far corner as he closed the door. The confused teen glanced at said corner and his eyes widened in slight fear. There, sitting on what seemed to be a Pharaoh's throne, was Kaiba dressed in an Egyptian Priest's garb, holding the Millennium Rod in his left hand, dagger exposed and being traced by pale fingers.

"You could say this has always been a sick fantasy of mine," the still obviously possessed Kaiba smirked "Pharaoh…" he purred the final word, sending chills throughout Yami's body. "I just thought it appropriate for me to use Kaiba for this, given that you two were *so* close in your past life, and I the unknown assassin." The taller stood and stalked toward Yami, who took great steps backwards to keep the other from reaching him. "Mm…Don't you look delicious?" Kaiba was enjoying this, the terror flashing in the younger's eyes, the confusion gripping his mind, and the ability to question lost for a reason the gold boy could not conceive. "I think I'll have myself a taste…"

Before Yami could even blink at the statement, he was pinned to the door, one arm caught painfully behind his back and his lips caught swiftly by the other's. His crimson eyes filled with tears as the cruel realization finally hit him; had he known it all along, it was now that he allowed himself to admit it consciously. Once the brunette had pulled away slowly, Yami all but meekly whispered "A-are you g-going to r-r-rape me?…"

Kaiba smiled evilly, "Only if you don't do as I say." He then led the smaller to the black draped bed.

Panic ripped throughout Yami as Kaiba took hold of his gold clad arm, dragging him to the silk covered bed. "N-no!" he clawed at the icy fingers, feet bracing against the cold, black, marble floor.

Such efforts were futile as the taller continued, harshly yanking the decorated boy after him. Yami tripped and was pulled along the floor, icy burns streaking his thin legs as he tried to get up.

Kaiba jerked Yami up so his feet barely reached the ground. Sapphire eyes bore into frightened crimson as Kaiba hissed at the smaller "Damn it, Pharaoh! You know what'll happen if you continue to be difficult!" He shook Yami violently until the tricolor boy was left trembling, pale fingers clutching Kaiba's arm to keep from hanging limply.

Silence screamed in their ears as azure tore through scarlet, the icy grip tightened allowing bruises to flower on the pale flesh. The pressure continued to build and Yami couldn't help but wince, gaze fluttering between the brunette and the door before finally settling on the floor. He had submitted to the blue-eyed puppet and Yami felt shame crawl on his skin.

"There's a good Pharaoh…" Kaiba snickered, his fingertips running over the other's cheek.

Yami could feel a chill race down his spine at the touch. His eyes slid closed, fiery tears set loose when he allowed himself to be lifted and carried in slender arms. He didn't resist, why should he? The inevitable was fast approaching; perhaps if he cooperated Kaiba wouldn't hurt him, as much at least. Cradled almost protectively against the taller's chest, Yami could hear Kaiba murmur as he nuzzled his face into the tricolor locks.

~`Kaiba's' POV~

He seems so small like this, held by me, defenseless, scared, weak. His soft, oh so soft hair tickles my nose. Yes, I can feel through this puppet. It takes more energy, but it is worth it. To be so close to my Pharaoh, my precious, precious Pharaoh, what dream, what fantasy.

And to think I once wished to kill him. To scatter his sacred limbs to all corners of the earth, rip strangled screams from his petit throat, tear his still beating heart with my bare hands from his chest. Hot, red, pulsing blood; coating, running, cleansing me, my soul, my want.

But no, I no longer wish that. No. I'd much rather have him now. Yes, take him, forcefully if he does not comply. I will get what I want, I always do. My tiny, pathetic Pharaoh, aren't you happy that I finally accept you? That I finally carry your name with not just pride but love?

Love? Perhaps, but I am infatuated with you, your pretty hair, your regal demeanor, your sexy, lithe form. My lips trail over your face; kissing every bit of you I can reach. Mm…my lavender scented pet, you cannot become more delicious.

I lay you on the black, silk sheets and your scarlet eyes flash open, looking at where you are and filling with horror. I grin, where did you expect me to take you? I bid you lay down, your eyes plead with me to let you go. Let you go? Never! You are mine, and mine alone. Now lay down, I will not ask again. There now, was that so difficult?

I stroke your soft cheek, my thumb tracing over the same circle countless times. You look straight up. What's so interesting up there? Look at me…I said look at me! My hand makes cruel contact with your face, if you would just do as I say the first time, I wouldn't have to hurt you.

Ah…but I love that sound you made. That small whimper that passed you lips was beautiful. I lean forward and lick the now visible bruise. I moan softly into your ear and feel you shudder as my hot breath laces around you. I need you, Pharaoh, I've wanted you for a long time, but it was needing you that made me go this far. I straddle your waist, making sure contact is rough and powerful. You want to let out a moan, but instead your lower lip is bitten into. So, you want to play do you?

I grind myself against you and let my hands run up your sides. Let it out, Love; let me hear your pleasure. Let me know it is I who makes you feel such things, that it is me you wish to be with.

Oh, yes…

You are responsive. Your arousal meets mine as I lay myself upon you, our chests swelling in unison.

I crash my lips against yours and explore your depths, my tongue sliding deeper into your mouth until I can feel you gag. I'm sorry, Pet, I just feel the need to be inside you, but there are, of course, other ways to relieve such urges.

Slowly, I slide down your body, my mouth hungrily suckling on the nape of your neck until I mark you as mine. A string of Egyptian passes my lips while they roam your flawless chest, praising you for being such a good Pharaoh. My tongue swipes at dusky nubs and moves on to dart into your navel. Soft mewls have been your only response so far, that will not do. No, I want to hear you scream and cry out. In passion or pain I do not care, so long as your voice is strained I am happy.

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Kaiba's icy fingertips began to tug at Yami's clothes, quickly unfolding and spreading the silky linen away from the pale form so that the Game King was displayed before ravenous blue eyes. Yami felt his face burn, but said nothing. How long ago was it when he would have cursed and fought the other for even trying to imagine such a situation?

"Well, it seems as though I do not displease you…" Kaiba purred, hand taking hold of the aroused member. Yami looked to the side, giving no indication for or against the comment, knowing only deep within his body betrayed him. A hot tongue played idly with the head, slipping into the dripping slit after swirling and massaging the rest of the throbbing member. Yami tried his hardest to stay silent, having lost pride he at least wanted to keep the other from complete satisfaction. His head thrashed from side to side and his breath hitched, he hated who ever it was behind it all, hated that he could not look in his eyes, hated that it felt good, hated that the other smirked, knowing the thoughts that raced by.

Teeth grazed the heated flesh and Yami broke. The moan came from the back of his throat, slow and stretched, hips bucking, trying to find more, more pleasure the hated other could bring. Kaiba smirked and used the opportunity to slip out of his own attire. Quickly, he tightly gripped slender arms and pinned them to the black bed, knees working to part the other's as he positioned himself.

Yami struggled against such movement, but he had underestimated the brunette's strength for he could not even lift his arms or slow Kaiba when he pried his legs apart. Then he felt something hard, hot, and large probe at him. Scarlet widened and Yami's efforts became frantic, body squirming, trying to get away. "No! Stop!" his voice cracked as his vision became blurred with tears. How could this be happening? What had he ever done to deserve this? Nothing and no one deserved such treatment, no matter how horrible their deeds.

Kaiba only grinned more relentlessly, eyes fixed on the shattered soul before him. In one swift movement, he penetrated the tricolor youth before him. Yami screamed, his throat tightened and seemed to close on itself. Such pain, such terrible pain! Fire laced his spine and he arched off the bed as best he could; being held down he only raised himself slightly. The Gods had turned their back to him; otherwise, such torture would never have been attempted.

Pale fingers clutched the sheets, knuckles turning white from the grip. "N-no!" he cried, tears streaming down his face "Pl-please…" Kaiba gave no indication he was listening, he only chose to pull out and drive himself deeper "S-st-stop…" Yami's voice slipped from him, eyes shutting as immense pain ripped through his body once more.

Flesh was torn into repeatedly, blood seeped out of Yami's entrance and pooled beneath him. This did not concern Kaiba as he only continued to pound into the barely conscious boy. Yami's depths were soon filled with more than just blood as the other soon found his release. Semen and blood swirled into one and dribbled out when the blue-eyed offender pulled out and stood, leering at the broken body. The black sheets helped hide the fact of how much blood the tricolor youth lost, but Kaiba knew he need not concern himself with the other's well-being, magic would heal Yami enough so he may live.

Yami's chest heaved and his arms twitched, he wanted to curl into a tiny mass and disappear forever, but such movement would only create more pain. "I'll be back later, perhaps tomorrow if I distract myself long enough." Yami shuddered at the voice, the voice that had stolen everything from him: pride, innocence, hope. "I will then teach you how to lay still when I am with you, and if you're a good Pharaoh, then maybe, just maybe, you can see Yuugi."

The brunette sneered then walked away, taking his clothes with him. Yami had opened his eyes at his beloved's name. "…Y-Yu…" his throat felt as though it had been sliced by hundreds of razors, speaking caused more pain than the effort was worth.

`He has Yuugi?' Yami tried once more to move, finding that fire stirred whenever he did. `Has he hurt him? Ra let that not be true!' he managed to roll to his side, gasping in pain afterwards. Slowly he drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his bruised arms around the pale legs. His body shook violently and he only buried his face. Fresh tears raced down his face, tracing old paths and making new ones. He sobbed silently, wiry frame shuddering in fear, pain, and loneliness.

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