Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I've wanted you forever and tonight ❯ Hide and go peek. ( Chapter 20 )

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Rebellion. Chapter twenty of ‘I’ve wanted you forever and tonight’.

~By Sweetdeily.
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Jounouchi Katsyua would never know how close he came to death when he defied the creature that had taken control of Seto’s body in the bedroom. And although Seto had been tied and bound into the depths of his own mind, he had fought, with all his will to turn that savage desire for blood into something sexual. The results had left Jounouchi alive, but broken. Seto had no idea if it was a better trade off. Surely surviving was better than dying? Surely this way… one day… he could make amends. For him, at the very least, that’s what made the difference. It was what allowed him to gather his strength. It was what dominated his thoughts.

He would save Jounouchi. He would save the Fairy from himself.

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Deavous sat on his black throne listening half-heartedly to the whining and bickering of the children around him. His vampiric offspring no longer needed their dark King to rule them and watch over them. They no longer required to be told when they could and could not feed. They were all old. Older than anything. He remembered the times when many of them were weaker than they were now. When many of them were more human than they were now. His eldest sons had lost their apetite for blood and sex and power, they slept restfully in crypts beyond the prying of mortal and immortal eyes. His youngest daughters were more interested in power than appearance; more concerned with owning their territories than having wonderful romances. His middle children… the ones that had been the fancy of the century or the flavor of another’s desire, seemed more interested in their own business.

No one had need of the vampire King. He had taught them, taught them all well. And those that did not obey were destroyed. And those that could not keep on existing were destroyed. And those that did not drink… went to sleep.

So why was he still partaking of The Blood?

Because he was bored. He was bored out of his mind. Nothing entertained him, nothing stimulated him. He wasn’t interested in doing anything. He wasn’t interested in anything any more.

His first body, his original body, had bored him restless. He had began to swap bodies, millennia ago, sending his most trusted advisors out to find a suitable host and implant his soul inside that body. It kept his desire for The Blood. It kept things… lively for him.

But now, as the vampire King reclined in his throne, listening to the drabble of his court. He wondered who was master and who was slave.

Why did he continue with this existence? Why didn’t he move on, to discover what came next? Hadn’t that been the original plan?

But here he was, listening to his courtiers listlessly continue their talks. He felt- in that moment- that all he was here for was as a figurehead. His children were so used to his continual existence, that without him… they would be lost.

A week had passed since he had taken his new toy to his chambers. The blonde now lay complacently at his feet, naked and obviously asleep, for the soft, gentle snoring that emanated from the Fairy. News had come that the Fairies were doing well in their little war; the Golden Division was still strong, even with one of its commander’s missing. Deavous had another contingent of Luther dragons sent to reinforce the troops.

He was looking at the puppy again, taking in those soft, bruised features as though for the first time. Jounouchi had been quick to break in- almost a shame, Deavous thought- but then, he couldn’t ignore the fact that Jounouchi Katsuya had felt something for the body that Deavous had finally won.

He couldn’t believe that the young, inexperienced, naïve Japanese vampire child had beaten him in a contest of wills. Had killed three of his trusted lieutenants and kept the vampire King prisoner in his mind for years on end.

It was a disgrace.

Embarrassment.

Humiliation.

Interestin g.

More interesting is the obsession he has with the blonde at his feet. He can’t seem to stop thinking about the little Fairy. Those enchanting, russet eyes. The body of a teenager; from his understanding, this body won’t grow for a very long time. The times when Jounouchi’s eyes had glowed with that fierce determination to –if not win- then at least fight with dignity. The soft, private smile that the Fairy had given him. The way that Jounouchi talked, rolling his words lazily. The dark, agonized look in his eyes when the blonde looked at Seto… always wanting… something.

Deavous felt himself growing cold inside. His advisor was talking, but no one was listening, least of all, the King.

How the blonde always looked at Seto! Oh, it had driven him insane at first. His actions had all been to make the blonde want him. To make the blonde desire /him/. But it was as if… as if… Jounouchi had left his mind in order to escape Deavous. As if the broken toy that purred at his command, was merely to please the vampire King. Jounouchi Katsuya would never come alive, would never laugh or yell at Deavous. His rape had seen to that. No… it was more. The rape hadn’t seemed to phase the Fairy as much as the vampire really thought it should have. What should have happened? Deavous didn’t know. But it was as if this broken… empty shell was not because of his rape… but his other actions.

Deavous nudged the sleeping blonde with a foot, startling the Fairy awake. He could see the shook and alertness that ran through the Fairy’s shoulders before the shoulders forcefully, and very noticeably relaxed and the blonde glanced up at his master. Deavous. Not Seto.

No! Not Seto.

But those eyes… didn’t look at him like they were seeing Seto. They looked at him… like Jounouchi was seeing Deavous. An empty, hollow King on an empty, hollow throne.

Not his vampire lover.

Could they be called lovers? Lovers was a term of endearment, of quiet delight. Not exactly the relationship that Deavous had established.

Why did he want the puppy to be –happy- wasn’t it good enough to have a soft, beautiful, pet? Something he could command at will?

He pulled gently on the chain in his hand, sending the tug down to the blonde. Jounouchi obediently rose to his knees. It might have been painful, or stressing on the blonde’s body, but he showed no outward signs. No outward emotions.

Deavous gently patted his lap, an indication for the blonde to sit there.

Slowly and robotically, Jounouchi positioned himself like a rag-doll in Deavous’ lap, letting the vampire arrange him how he desired.

Deavous wrapped an arm around Jounouchi’s waist and rested his head on the Fairy’s shoulder. Eyes never leaving his advisor who faltered a little in his reading to glance up at his King.

Deavous sat, comfortably like that for a while, noticing that the blonde must have been comfortable too, for he was dozing off again. The puppy hadn’t been getting much sleep anyway, and it wasn’t like this recital of the latest tax income strategies for Deavous’ holdings in Australia were really all that fascinating.

Finally the vampire child stopped, having reached the last page. “An… and that is all, your majesty.”

Deavous waved a hand lazily. He still had three more hours of these reports before the children would be satisfied that he was doing his Kingly duty.

One of his female children stepped before him, bowing in her place. He knew this one, one of his children’s, children’s child. She was a young thing, into all the feminist ideas and the like. Things that had never really affected Deavous.

“Your Majesty. I have been called by the council of the Sucubus-”

Ohhh, great. The council of Deavous’ former mistresses. A bunch of whiny little vampiress’ that had nothing better to do than please his every whim- and then complain when he got bored of them. Somehow he knew where this was going.

Deavous’ brown eyes took a quick scan of the room. There were about seven of the lovely ladies in the chamber at present. He quietly threw up a magical barrier around himself and the puppy. This could turn ugly.

“-to address the… issue… of your new… pet.” She bit the words out disdainfully.

“Really? And what issue would a child- never in my bedchambers- have with my new pet- as you so delicately put him.”

Wait. Did he just give the Fairy a sex? Oh… damn. That was going to piss the vampiress’ off even more.

How could he make such a mistake? What was wrong with the blonde? Why did Deavous have this… this… weakness to him?

“I-I… I am a member of the Succubus Council-” The girl choked out she was fuming with rage. Obviously she hadn’t expected this from Deavous.

“Really? Since when did my previous toys take in those who I have never bedded?”

The vampiress’ face turned red with anger. “They have always-!”

“If you wish to speak for the Council, then bring a member of its ranks forward. Otherwise, step down, child.” He spoke fairly, but commandingly.

One hand rose to caress the puppy’s cheek softly, enjoying the soft, alive, feeling of it. Jounouchi had woken, now that Deavous’ voice echoed through the room, in its usual, deep tones. He didn’t move, just blinked dazedly at the vampiress. As though he wasn’t looking at her but straight through her.

Who was the puppy hearing? Seto Kaiba- the Japanese vampire child? Or Deavous- King of the undead?

The vampiress opened her mouth to hiss at him, the usual attempt that a female vampire made to dominate someone into submission. Deavous slowly frowned. He was King here. Not her.

She obviously saw the flaw in her instinct and stopped herself, looking around the chamber at the assembled vampires.

“I will speak on the Council’s behalf.” A voice spoke up.

It was Ana. The youngest of the last of Deavous’ own children. The vampiress’ that had founded the little council that drove him insane. She had never gotten over his moving on from herself.

In the past six thousand years, she was –still- pinning for him.

Deavous shrugged. “I recognize the founder of the council. Very well. What do you wish to whine about this time?”

The vampiress bit her tongue, and Deavous could see the effort it took her. “Your Majesty-”

“Call me daddy.” Ana hated her father. He had raped her as a human, and Deavous knew the agony it caused her for him to say such a thing. she was such an angst ridden child. Her very presence depressed him.

“D-daddy. The council wishes to bring up the matter of your new pet.”

“What matter is that?” Deavous was playing stupid. He knew it; every other vampire in the room knew it but it was a matter of control. If he said that he didn’t know about a problem, it should not exist. By presenting him with one- especially this kind of problem- the vampiress’ were challenging his authority.

“We have always allowed you your… toys in the past. The humans that you fancied. The fun you have taken of them. The vampires you have made of them. But you have never taken a… a –lower- immortal to your bedchamber.”

Deavous leaned back in his throne, pulled Jounouchi down, to curl up on his lap like an obedient child. “So gracious of you.”

She snapped her jaw, swallowing his sarcasm gracefully and continuing. “We do not like to see Your- D-daddy, degrading yourself in such a manner.”

Deavous laid a gentle kiss on Jounouchi’s jaw and whispered very quietly into the puppy’s ear, “Run back into my bedchamber and kill anyone who tries to stop you, understand, puppy?”

Jounouchi glanced up at him, and for the first time in days, Deavous saw the sharp thoughts rolling behind those eyes. It was as if Jounouchi had simply switched off his personality. It freaked the vampire King out, that the Fairy could do that. What had the little immortal been through in his long life?

The blonde finally nodded and slipped hastily off the King’s lap, wrapping the thin black sheet that he was allowed to wear, around his waist and muttering something softly as he walked, magical wards and barriers flew up like wild-flowers around the Fairy, knocking Deavous’ own barrier around the pet down.

The side door shut behind the blonde and Deavous stood off his throne.

“Ana… my sweet, dear Ana. It seems I have indeed been neglecting you.” He spoke.

Ana looked at him apprehensively. She was old- she knew better than to trust Deavous words on face value. “Your Majesty?”

“In fact- I have not noticed your growth. Your changes… in such a long time. You seem almost alien now.” He smiled kindly at her and beckoned her closer.

She didn’t move. “Thank you, Your Majesty…” She was too hesitant to continue.

Deavous waved a finger. “Oh, no… but I must thank you, Ana. You have become quite powerful. And power does make one beautiful… does it not?”

Ana nodded, slowly.

“But… the problem is…” Deavous sighed dramatically, calling up the magic that he used to annihilate kingdoms. “Without the power that is making you beautiful… what would happen?”

Ana’s eyes flickered to the other Succubus’ in the room. “I do not know, Your Majesty. What would happen?”

“YOU WOULD REMEMBER YOUR PLACE!” Deavous roared, letting the powerful magic escape his grasp.

Hell exploded.

~To Be Continued…

Sweet notes: Almost… so… close… damnit… Reviews? This one was a little, itty bit longer.