Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Scars ❯ Tales of the Thief ( Chapter 10 )

Author: AHHHH!!!! I'm so sorry everyone!!! School really tied me up til the very very end! I really wanted to update but schoolwork nearly killed me! It's all over now! MWHAHAAHAHAHAH!!!

Bakura: And so does my dignity…

Author: Oh silence you! I should please my readers!

Bakura: T_T I dun wanna get it on with Pharaoh Boy and his whore.

Seto: What the hell did you just call me!?!?!?

Author: Wow…Seto never wasted his time to appear in my author notes, I'm flattered.

Seto: Don't be.

Author: *smack!*

Seto: X.x

Author: I'll try to make this chapter long just for you!

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I'm 20…the Pharaoh's son's barely a teen…and still he hold such power over I. Nothing angers me more than that. I curse my body; I know I haven't been eating well in my years as a thief…but for my damned body to still remain so abnormally thin and slender is simply fucked. What kind of full grown thief would look like a fucking slut? Damn it!

My body hurts so fucking much…I have to lie on my stomach at nights because of the way the bastards raped me. Yes, I'm straightforward about it; they raped me. They fucking raped me! Yes, I cry as well…who ever knew of a thief who would cry? But I guess I'm not as strong yet because I cry…I, Bakura, cry.

Yami (I won't use his title because he's a bastard and doesn't deserve it) keeps me in a cage after fucking me. A cold, copper made cage attached to the wall. Seto (I won't use his title either) decided that the precious prince isn't safe in his sleep with a thief by his side; hence I get tossed in the cage afterwards, weeping.

I wish I could kill him…so close yet so far away…so close to getting my revenge…my sweet revenge…right now so bloody bitter…

"Take you food whore!" a bowl of muck splattered against my face; I inwardly winced, but refused to show any type of fear against the pathetic excuse I have for a guard.

"Fuck you too," I scraped the substance off my face and flung it back at my attacker.

"Stupid whore!" the man jabbed me in the ribs with his spear.

I quickly latched onto the end, hoping to take the weapon away and use it as my own defense. I grunted in pain as the guard tore it away, ripping the flesh from my palms; the damn brute was dumb, but definitely stronger. Fuck.

"Serves you right you bloody thief whore," the son of a bitch spat on my hair before leaving the chamber.

My hair felt lathered in saliva. Just how many times have someone spat on me? More than I can remember, and Ra was only in the middle of his journey across the sky…

At least I get to bathe…not that I care. Being a thief since I was a child, I never minded getting a little dirty; but then I've never been spat on…

My stomach began to complain; damn I wished I didn't waste that 'food' on the guard. It was horrid looking, but then anything looked good after a 3 day starvation…I know the prince was amazed I've survived so long without food and water; but what he doesn't know is that I'm living off bath water. The little brat would probably vomit his insides out imagining food that wasn't on a golden plate.

I stick my hands out of the cage bars and scraped what was left of the mush upon the ground. What IS this mess? Someone's bile? I gagged at the thought of eating what someone else had eaten then hurled back up. My stomach groaned again and I gave in, slurping up the brown substance.

If I wasn't so hungry my stomach would have refused the food for certain. I wretched a few times, thinking that I was going to be sick; but finally my stomach settled.

I want to cry again. I don't want my life to end like this; I have to kill the Pharaoh for killing my family and my friends for his own selfish desires. I have to get back what my people sacrificed themselves for. Those items…Osiris knows what they are and what they do…

Mother…Father…

I cried. The pain will never seem to go away no matter how much I grow. I've always liked to think myself as tough; nothing will ever break me. But I am broken. I haven't cried for my family in years I've been so set on my revenge. However…being violated in such away; stripped of what was left of my innocence, I feel like nothing more than the broken, fragile child I was so many years ago. Except now, I'm a whore for the prince…nothing more than a dirty…thief whore.

After an uncomfortable nap, Bakura awoke with a chain clipped around his neck; it was time for his bath.

"Out," Seto's malicious voice rung in his ears as the cage door creaked open. The white haired thief moaned as he was dragged out, feeling completely at the mercy of the high priest. He hated feeling so bloody weak.

"Fuck off…I can walk on my own." Bakura was rewarded by the chain being pulled even harder on his neck, "Fuck you priest."

Seto seemed completely unaffected by the other's harsh words and continued to drag him down the hallway to the bath. The high priest pushed opened the large black doors at the end of the hallway and entered the bath. It was luxurious like all the baths in the palace, but only because the prince would not dare sleep with someone who bathed with the animals like most slaves. The cold eyed man clipped the end of his chain to a loop in the wall, then turned and sat on a stone block.

"Hurry up whore, I don't have all day." Seto flipped an hourglass, "You have til the last grains of this hourglass fall."

Bakura quietly mocked the priest under his breath as he slid into the warm water, immediately scrubbing at the saliva matted into his hair. He slipped beneath the water, opening his mouth and letting the warm liquid flow into and down his throat, soothing his thirst. The young man tried to comb out the many knots in his hair, unable to tell with them whether he'd washed out all the grime or not. When he finally ran out of air he resurfaced.

Meanwhile, Seto was watching the tanned body with hunger. The way the lithe body flowed with the water; how slick the slut looked when the water rolled off his skin when he breaks through the water. The high priest felt himself grow hard; he rarely watched the whore bathe because it usually bored him, but today was a delicious exception.

He licked his lips, imagining the pink muscle sliding across the luscious mocha skin. He DID have the authority over the bed slave when Prince-sama wasn't with him…

When Bakura turned his back on the priest, Seto slipped off his robes, eager to penetrate the other man. He entered the water silently, knowing he would get much more pleasure out of frightening the thief whore.

Bakura blinked water droplet out of his eyes, feeling cleaner… Now if only the bloody priest wouldn't be there staring at him… the young man's vision cleared to the empty spot where Seto was sitting before. What the hell? It wasn't like the priest to leave while he was bathing; the man would watch him like a hawk to make sure he didn't somehow escape.

His spine tingled; but before he could turn his hair was grabbed and his head shoved underwater. Bakura panicked, thrashing about, trying to get away from his attacker. The chain jangled loudly at his actions and pulled taut several times when he shook his head. His lungs creamed for air as he continued to kick. Water splashed everywhere as he fought; he could see his vision beginning to cloud painfully as he gazed at the water surface which was but a couple of inches away. Before he could inhale any water he was thrown back to the surface. He gasped for oxygen, only to have his open mouth claimed by the hard, demanding one of the high priest. The young thief panicked again, his air once again cut off abruptly as he mouth was brutally ravaged by the younger but broader man. In his weakened state he didn't have enough strength to push the other away, only flailing helplessly as the other's long tongue raped every section of his mouth, rolling along the walls of the warm cavern and probing his own tongue. Tears sprang to his eyes when Seto finally broke away from him, his lungs burning for the air of which he was so cruelly denied of.

Suddenly he was pushed off balance. Bakura stumbled backwards before falling, only to be stopped by an arm around his waist; but he still fell back, his back arching backwards as his upper torso continued to fall. He whimpered slightly as a rough tongue licked its way up from his navel, they skin extremely sensitive, softened by the water and stretched from him arching. The white haired male cried out as Seto bit down harshly upon one soft nipple, tugging at it with his teeth.

"Damn you!" Bakura choked out painfully, feeling shameful as more tears began to well up in his eyes.

The high priest ignored the young man, focused on his task at hand, sucking on the wounded mound of flesh until blood spots began to appear upon the skin. With a satisfied grunt, Seto released the nub with a loud suction noise before performing the same callous actions on the other chocolate nipple.

Bakura bit his lip, drawing blood, trying desperately to ignore what was being done to his body. Because he was arched back so far he couldn't stand upright, especially with his feet off solid ground. He was completely under the control of the older man, his only form of defense his waving arms. "Fuck you to all eternity!" He was hoping the insults would maybe provoke the priest to beat him instead, but Seto seemed so absorbed in what he was doing to barely take notice of anything else.

Seto nipped at the tender flesh around the young thief's neck, disappointed that he wasn't permitted to actually mark the perfect skin for only Yami-sama could do that. "So beautiful…" The compliment dripped with lust as the brunette exploited the slender neck freely, tasting every inch of skin that passed his greedy lips.

Bakura caved in as the fragile flesh was tortured, his tears breaking past the barrier of his eyelids and flowing down his cheeks, blending in with the bath water.

"D-don't…!" he pleaded pitifully, cursing himself over and over again deep inside for his weakness; but he wanted it to end so badly…at any cost. His pride had already been shattered by the guards…by the prince…this time would not make a difference. "DON'T!" he cried out.

Seto peered over at the terror stricken face, absorbing every little detail of fear that was written over the thief's eyes. He smirked, increasing the panic within Bakura, "That's it…beg pathetically, fear me…I love that fear…it makes you all the more desirable. Your face simply begs for you to be fucked silly you thief whore! Beg! Beg for me to stop! I love that sound!" Mad laughter poured out from Seto's mouth as he rapidly yanked Bakura back up and pitched him forwards to the edge of the bath.

Even with the water slowing his movements, Bakura was so stunned with all the blood rushing from his head that as he made contact with the stone wall of the bath he cried out in pain, feeling the rough surface scratch against his swollen nipples and stomach. "Aaaahhh…" he gasped out with the remainder of his breath as he struggled feebly to place his feet on the ground of the bath, with hopes to balance himself. Such relief only lasted for a split second before Seto was pushing him into the wall again, causing the young thief to lose his delicate balance.

"Scream bitch, scream," the high priest commanded silently as he pulled apart Bakura's round cheeks, probing with his large arousal the tight ring of muscle in between.

The screaming was done without much encouragement…

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Bakura felt splinters from the table sliding into his lush skin as Seto pushed further into his body, forcing him up the length of the piece of furniture.

"Ah…it has been such a long time since I got to play with that tight little anus of yours, my bitch," the priest hissed into the yami's ear, "It brings back so many sweet memories when I made you a virgin all over again; when I got to fuck you because Yami-sama wanted you punished… How you were completely unused to my large cock…"

The consonants of the last work rung in Bakura's ear, teasing him over and over again like a repetitive insult as his body was violated again and again. He felt tears beginning to sting his eyes as he felt a particularly large splinter find its way into his penis, which was so cruelly pressed into the table as well, crushed by his own bodyweight. He hated the way his butt rose perkily to meet the high priest because of the way he was strapped down; it made it almost seem like he was inviting them to fuck him. He felt like the whore he once was…the thief whore…

"Oh fuck yes…" Seto panted, filling the body beneath him repeatedly with his arousal, coated in blood, "Such a hot tight entry…so much friction…fuck…"

The white haired teen gnashed his teeth, anything to keep him from crying out his strain, his despair. He wasn't about to give the taller teen was he wanted; he can remember perfectly how sadistic the high priest was; he loved the sound of him begging to stop and not fulfilling those wishes. He wasn't about to give the sick pervert the satisfaction of hearing him scream…Not again…

Seto gripped the round globes of the boy's pale butt cheeks harder, watching in fascination as purple bruises began to stain the alabaster skin anew. He continued to slam into the slim body, knowing all too well that the stubborn slut was trying his hardest not to cry mercy. He would change that all soon enough; he will make the little whore scream out in pleasure, and watch in delight him shrink away in shame from receiving pleasure from such heinous acts…Yes he would watch it all…every living minute of it. "Isn't enough for you thief whore? Isn't enough hmm?" The young man taunted maliciously as he continued to pound. Abruptly, he changed the direction of his thrusts, aiming at an angle, and slammed directly into Bakura's prostate.

Bakura's constricted throat burst open with his cry of horror, tinged with sinneded pleasure as the sensitive tissue in his body was stabbed. He clenched his anus, trying to prevent the other man from proceeding again. Of course it only brought him more agony. "Stop…" he choked, his voice hoarse and dry, "Stop damnit…stop!"

Suck pleasure filled Seto's senses, "Yes…Yes! Beg you fool! Beg!!!"

Bakura banged his head against the table in frustrated pain, his limbs straining miserably against the splintered wood that bound him there. A burning sensation reached is organs and he bit his lip, coppery red liquid spilling into his mouth as he punctured the soft tissue in an effort not to cry out.

The high priest moaned and pulled out from the white body that lay beneath him. He grunted in satisfaction as he put on his uniform, "Good whore…"

The once thief dropped his head upon the table in defeated exhaustion, not making a move to stop Seto from petting his head.

"Good bitch."

And he left.

Bakura pressed his forehead against the table, trying to wiggle forward with hopes that the splinters, still connected to the table, will slide out of his skin…not that he could tell anyways he was in so much pain.

"Fuck you…fuck you all…"

He wondered if Ryou was even looking for him. But knowing his beautiful hikari; Ryou wouldn't really worry until three days later. He DID run off himself after all…Ryou would probably still think he's mad and hasn't come home.

"Fuck why am I like that to him? Why must I always fuck everything up?"

It wasn't Ryou's fault of course…he brought this all upon himself. It was his fault…it was always the fucking thief's fault to be so short fused and irrational.

Ryou…

The white haired teen blinked back tears, knowing that he won't be able to brush them away if they flowed, and he wasn't about to give Yami and Seto the satisfaction of breaking him.

But the bastards weren't breaking him…they were physically…but not his soul…

His love for Ryou was breaking his soul…

Ryou…

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Author: Will you believe this took a month to write?! I'm sooo sorry guys! But my summer is actually much much more busy than I thought it would be!

Bakura: In other words, she lied about what she wrote at the top of this chapter…

Author: *WHACK!* No!!! I wrote that a month ago damnit!

Bakura: I'm getting abused…in the fic and out of the fic… ><

Author: *grins sheepishly* sowwie…anyways, I hope all you readers haven't run away! Please review! I love you guys!