Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Author: Well, I'm glad everyone's enjoying my fic so far, I'm really really rushing it so if it begins to sound cheesy, please don't kill me!

Ryou: Errr… ><

Author: Anyways, in reply to some of my reviewers…

Dark Sanctuary: I'm glad you like my fic so far…but Yami's gonna be evil for a bit so please don't hate me! ><

Chika (aka Relinquished): Well there will be some really angsty Seto/Ryou later…but if you want…contact me on AIM or Yahoo and we can further discuss writing a fanfic for you! ^^

Lost Wanderer: Yes, I actually figured that out afterwards that I shouldn't have used the Japanese endings…but if the original Japanese manga can pull it off, so can I! >D

Maruken: Wow! Thanks for your support on this fic so far. C'mon! No one's perfect! I actually reread my chapters before putting them up but hey, my eyes ain't that eagle like that they can point out every lil mistake. I know my sister said that she saw a few words stuck together but they were fine in my documents…mediaminer must have changed the formatting ><

Ryou: And I give a roasted marshmallow to Maruken just `cause I was allowed to keep the flame to roast them!

Author: Sure sure…anyways, I'll keep the flame up just for Ryou who seems to have a fetish for roasted marshmallows now so yes…on with the chapter! Please R&R!!!

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Ryou's heart wrenched in pain at the sound of Bakura's voice, it sounded so lost. Trembling, he reached out and held the cut hands that were gripping onto the bars, "He misses you so much Bakura. He doesn't seem to have lost any feelings for you in the time you two were separated. Forgive me for making so many assumptions, I only met him yesterday, but I know he still loves you very much."

"He does, does he? Idiot…" Ryou gazed into the young man's eyes to see blood tears flowing from his eyes. With not enough water in his body to have tears flow, blood flows in its place. "I miss him as well…It's been so long…"

"Nine months…"

"Nine months is it? Felt like an eternity. A bloody fucking eternity since I last saw him, since I last saw light. I'll tell you Ryou…I'm losing my sanity…I'm going to go insane soon if I am not out of this hellhole, and you just made me more damned determined to get out of here." Bakura coughed, evidently ill from months of malnutrition, "I'm given on cup of water every three days Ryou…just to survive… and food once in every so many fucking days…" He gazed up hungrily, "Come here…"

There was a glint of craziness that reflected off his eyes as he spoke, and Ryou could feel fear rising in his chest, but he leaned forward nonetheless. Bakura slapped his hands out of Ryou's hold and grabbing the smaller boy's head, wrenched him into a forceful, wild kiss.

Ryou's eyes widened in horror, completely terrified by the dry lips that violated him. Bakura seemed to be licking every single section inside his mouth, suckling at the same time. The other boy's mouth tasted absolutely disgusting; the taste of blood, sand, dirt and plaque. When he was finally released, he flew back, out of arm's reach in case he was attacked again. He covered his mouth, not believing that he was just approached like that.

Bakura licked his lips in satisfaction, "Such a moist mouth…that certainly satisfied my thirst…"

The other boy was absolutely shocked; Bakura kissed him just so he can get a bit of moisture?!

Bakura reached out, his hand shaking, his muscles completely sapped of energy, "I won't hurt you…please come here…I have something to give to you that you have to give to Marik for me…" When Ryou didn't budge he grew apologetic, "I'm sorry for doing that…you would be surprised at what you do when you are dying of thirst…"

Ryou suddenly felt sorry for the young man in front of him; Bakura didn't mean to attack him that way…he just needed to live… Edging back over Ryou gently took the hand within his own, "It's alright…"

The older boy raised the soft hand and pressed his cheek against it, "Thank you…" Letting Ryou go he reach up and with a terrible yank, pulled out a small section of his hair.

Ryou gasped, "Bakura! Why are you doing that? You're going to hurt yourself!"

"Ha…" Bakura knotted the long locks and handing them through the bars, "I've been through so much worse…" he waved the hair towards Ryou, "give it to Marik please…say it's from me…he'll know…"

Gingerly, Ryou accepted the long white strands, "I promise I'll bring it to him then…"

Smiling again Bakura clasped Ryou's hand, "Thank you so much again…now go…if you go back where you came from, back up-ground, walk down the largest corridor on your right, turn on your third left and head straight down. You should end up back at the main hall; it will be no problem to find your way from there."

"Thank you Bakura."

"No, thank you…"

Ryou didn't want to leave, but he knew if he didn't, the sun would set completely. Turning he left the other boy, rushing through the dark corridors once more, not once looking back until the rays of the evening sun once again streamed down upon him. Following Bakura's instructions Ryou raced down the large corridors, hair clutched in his hand. The sun seemed to be setting faster and faster as he ran. He could just see it peeking over the horizon as he made it back to the main hall. Looking about him he noticed the familiar route he and Marik took when he was first directed to his bed chambers. Panting in near exhaustion, he charged down the halls; he could see Seto just turning the corner heading towards his room as he neared he door. Flinging it open he threw the locks of hair inside and slammed it, just in time for Seto to walk up to him.

"I see you made it back just in time to not suffer any punishment," the man looked the smaller boy over, noting the dirt and blood that covered in, "What in Osiris' name happened to you?"

"I-I…tripped and fell down some stairs…"

"You stupid worthless boy! You are supposed to make a good impression on your Master! Come!" Snatching Ryou's wrist Seto began to drag him down the halls, "You will just have to hope the Pharaoh won't be too angry."

"T-the Pharaoh?" Ryou sputtered as he stumbled after the high priest, trying to catch his breath.

"Yes you stupid child," Seto pulled Ryou along, winding corridor after corridor.

"I-I…won't be able to find my way back."

"Don't bother. You will be spending the night with him. You'll be directed back to your chamber the next day."

Fear once again rose in Ryou's chest, Spending the night? Does that mean…

They halted in front of a richly decorated door of velvet black embossed with gold, the Pharaoh's chambers. Seto knocked on the door. A frustrated sigh could be heard on the other side before some shuffling and the door flung open.

Ryou gaped at the Pharaoh's appearance. Adorning rich robes and jewelry, the young man seemed to be glowing with power; his wild hair of three colours seemed to emphasize his authority as he glowered at the high priest who dropped instantly on one knee. "What do you want Seto?" he snapped.

"Forgive me for intruding your highness, but I have brought you your new slave," with a jerk Seto pulled Ryou on his knees beside him. The small boy instantly bowed his head.

Yami instantly smiled. Leaning over he stroked the boy's soft white hair, "Looks an awful lot like my old one…"

"I can assure you this one is more submissive; if not, he is very easy to dominate."

"I hope your words ring true Seto," his hands suddenly fisted into Ryou's hair and he pulled him up painfully, "What's your name?"

The boy whimpered in pain, "Ryou…."

"Ah…" the Pharaoh raised the boy to eye level by his hair, "You will always refer to me as Master, not by my name…"

"But I don't know-"

"Yami," the Pharaoh addressed himself, as if trying to force Ryou to accidentally make a mistake in the future, "Remember that rule."

"Yes…Master," the boy stammered.

""Come," Yami returned to his chambers; Ryou didn't have much choice in the matter, yanked by his hair behind the Pharaoh."Thank you Seto; you are dismissed..."

There was a cruel smile that touched the high priest's lips, "When shall I join you, my Pharaoh?"

"Next time, I want to test him first."

"As you wish," bowing deeply, Seto then stood and left with his cloak flying.

Yami kicked the doors closed and with violent force, flung Ryou onto the lush bed, "My old bed slave looked just like you, but not as beautiful. You are a delicate creature, shining with radiance; I will be more than happy to be the one who takes away your innocence.

Fear gripped Ryou like a death vice, "N-no...you can't... no! I'll be a slave to anything but that! No! My virginity was treasured all my life to give to the one I love! Please! Have mercy!" the pale boy kicked and scratched as Yami held him down, feeling his slender body.

"Silence you whore!" The young Pharaoh slapped the other boy hard across the face, and in the moment of shock, tied his wrists to the bedpost with rope frayed from use. Realizing his capture, Ryou began to struggle with his wrists, tears pooling around his eyes.

While the small boy was concentrating on freeing his wrists, Yami reached up and tied Ryou's ankle to one of the lower bed posts.

"No! Master! Please!" Ryou lashed out with his free leg, but had little movement due to the rest of his body being held down. Yami easily grabbed Ryou's leg in the air and pinned it down, tying it to the other post.

Ryou racked with sobs, his whole body spread out and vulnerable for the Pharaoh to see. Lust lit up in Yami's eyes, "Yes, very gorgeous indeed," he withdrew a knife from his robes.

"NO!" Ryou screamed, struggling in futile attempt to break free from the cords that held him. The rope rubbed against his wrists, tearing the flesh. They drooped in defeated pain as the blade near him, "Don't hurt me...please don't hurt me..."

The Pharaoh slid the knife beneath the boy's fine tunic and slit the fabric, shredding it apart. He then made quick work with the sleeves, removing the offending clothing. Leaning back to admire his handiwork, Yami licked his lips, imagining his tongue running over the creamy skin of the beautiful porcelain body that lay before him glistening with cold sweat. "I'll make you want me; I'll make you beg so hard that you'll be crying for my touch."

"No...I won't," Ryou whimpered. He was punished with another slap to his face.

The Pharaoh was getting slightly annoyed with the boy's protests. He may not be as strong as Bakura was, but the young boy was just as fierce and determined to get away. I'll break his soul if it's the last thing I do... He took off his cloak and shoes, getting himself more comfortable for the pleasurable night that awaited him. "Be good my pet and it won't hurt as much." Getting onto the bed he straddled Ryou's hips; leaning over he took the boy's mouth with his own, invading the moist wetness with his tongue. His young slave's mouth was soft and tasted fresh, pure just like the boy himself. He pressed his hard lips against the smooth soft ones, bruising them with his ferocity.

When he pulled back, panting, Ryou gasped in air, his face flushed as he turned away, sobbing loudly, "Don't do this to me...Master...please...no...NO!"

Yami ignored the boy's pleas, licking the pale neck, sliding it down his body, stopping at his chest, "If you won't obey me, I'll force you to want me!" He bowed his head, taking one of Ryou's rose pink nipples into his mouth, sucking at it.

"Please...I'm begging..." Ryou choked, his body trembling, "not this...not to me."

"Curse your beauty for your fate," Yami teased the nub to hardness, then continuously teasing it with his fingers, turned his attention to the other one. He bit it hard, eliciting a cry of agony from the smaller boy, then licked the wounded flesh, molding it with his tongue until it erected just like the other one, "You want me...your body tells me so," he declared huskily.

"NO!" Ryou grew wild again, struggling violently against his restraints; a liquid began to flow down his arms, blood.

"So pathetic," the tri-coloured hair young man lavished Ryou's taut stomach with kisses, dipping his tongue into the perfectly shaped navel, before sliding past his waist, to the long awaited organ of his desire.

"Please promise me something; until the day you can be freed, listen to whoever you serve, please..." How could he listen to Marik's words? "Stop it! Don't you dare! Please! Don't!"

In anger, Yami grabbed the sensitive organ and yanked it, brining forth a gasp of pain from Ryou's lips, "You dare question me you worthless bed slave?!?!? In this world, I am the Pharaoh and YOU are the slave! You shall obey my orders and I shall do as I wish with you!" gripping the small penis with vicious force, he fondled it, rubbing his fingers against the velvety yet at the same time, silky, skin. When the boy refused to feel pleasured by his actions, he yanked it again in frustration, gripping it so hard that he saw the beginnings of bruises forming on the delicate organ, "I'll make you want me," he said again. Dipping down his head he grazed his lips against Ryou's member, suckling it, as a kitten would to milk.

Ryou felt a shiver pass through his body, and he clenched his fists tight, "Don't do this to me... no...I don't want it!" His body responded against his will, arching to the Pharaoh's teasing.

"Don't deny your desires, my whore. You love it, and you want me just as much as I want you," Yami took the genital into his mouth, sucking on the soft flesh. Ryou whimpered, his body growing hot with need, doing everything in his power to stop this torture. The young boy could feel the sucking motion upon his hardening member, the warm, wet mouth bobbing up and down. Ryou gasped, sucking in air, eyes rolled up, wide, towards the ceiling when Yami began to grate his teeth against the arousal, inflicting painful pleasure. "Please don't...Master..."

"Such a good whore, respecting my wishes so well," Yami said, nibbling on the tip, "I'll make it worthwhile to you," he licked the few droplets of white fluid that formed at the tip of Ryou's erection, then leaned back to savour the taste, "Like sweet morning dew," he decided, licking his lips, "such a beautiful taste. You make me desire you so much, so hungry for you!" He clamped his mouth over the throbbing organ and pounded his head up and down upon the shaft, massaging it with his tongue as he moved.

Ryou sobbed, gasping, "Stop please! I don't want this! STOP!" He cried out in fear, in pleasure, in pain, wishing that someone would just kill him to end it all. His world exploded and blots appeared behind his eyes as he released, he whole body convulsing and his hips bucking towards Yami, spilling his seed into the Pharaoh's mouth.

With a delighted sucking sound, Yami drank in every last drop of the sweet fluid, his thirst satisfied, "Such sweet nectar, from such a sweet body. You must be the most perfect specimen!"

Tears streamed down Ryou's cheeks as he cried, squeezing his eyes shut in shame to have committed such a dirty act; now he is really a whore, nothing but a worthless bed slave for the pleasures of the Pharaoh. Bakura was wrong, no longer is he innocent. HE was wrong, he was actually very weak, a weak pathetic slave boy; he lied to Bakura...

"Absolutely delicious!" the Pharaoh exclaimed, fingering Ryou's wrinkled organ a bit before backing off to remove his own wear, his own erection aching.

Through tearful eyes Ryou gasped in shock and fear, eyes widening, "Don't! Don't do this to me! Anything! Anything but that! Please!"

Yami grinned, malice at his lips, "Let me remind you that I am your Master, and you, as my new slave, needs to be tested. Luckily, you are proving yourself well..." he slid off his robes, rubbing his erection in anticipation. "If you obey my wishes I will make it less painful for you."

Ryou whimpered, "Please! Don't do this to me at all! I'm begging Master!"

Frustration was mounting in Yami, his hand itching to slap Ryou once more, "Fine then bitch, I'll do things my way!" He approached the small boy's trembling body, a menacing look upon his tanned face. He stroked the pale thighs of the spread legs, enticing him towards the tight, virgin entry that awaited him. In one smooth, practiced stroke, he plunged into the small boy, mercilessly tearing the entry.

Ryou screamed as his world ad just ended, the excruciating pain making its way up his body in a hot flash, "No! Master! No!"

Yami paid no heed, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he thrust again and again into the torn passageway, the beautiful friction sending jolts into his body. "Such a tight, hot opening! So wonderful! So tight!' The young Pharaoh moaned, his body speeding up with every movement. Reaching out with a shaking hand he cupped the pale slave's sacs and fondled them, further aroused by the writhing, sweaty body underneath him. With a final thrust he exploded into Ryou, his whole soul set on fire. When he collapsed on top of the delicate body, he realized that the boy was still, fainted from pain.

Guilt suddenly gripped him and withdrawing out of the Ryou he stumbled back. The boy was just a slave, nothing more than a worthless whore, so why does the sight of the tortured young soul, lying on his bed, cuts and bruises gracing his flesh, his spread legs lined with the deep red blood from his torn opening, his silvery white hair tumbling across the pale face, scrunched in pain, makes him wish that he could just throw his life away to care for him, to make sure he would never experience such trauma again. Dear Ra…What is wrong with me?

Trying to regain reason, he decided that the young boy was worth having; a very good bed slave indeed, fulfilled his every burning desire. He undid the ropes that held Ryou, noting the raw flesh on the boy's wrists; he put up a good struggle, but not good enough. He left the boy draped nude on top of the bed sheets, and got onto the bed himself, sliding beneath the covers, enjoying the comforts that separated him from the slave. Leaning over he blew out all the oil lamps but one, then settled down to sleep.

But sleep wouldn't come; his eyes stayed glued on Ryou, his small body trembling in the dim light, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as if he's still experiencing the pain he felt earlier. The porcelain skin goose bumped from the room's cold hair; though heated moments earlier, the chill of the night was finally settling in.

Sighing, Yami gave into his conscience, Just one night… he reasoned. Reaching over he wrapped the blankets around the small body, and drew Ryou into a protecting hold to sleep.

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Author: Wow… I wrote this all at school today on my palmtop…such a long chapter but there was absolutely no way I could have cut it…

Ryou: You did the ultimate overkill! I'm not THAT uke!

Author: In my eyes you are.

Ryou: ><;;;

Author: Anyways, it ain't gonna go into Yami/Ryou fluff just yet! It would ruin the fun! Nope! There's gonna be much more angst coming til Yami finally deflates his ego a bit! Please R&R! Remember! Flames go to Ryou for his marshmallows…and Bakura's steak…

Bakura: I heard that!

Author: It's healthier! Do you want maggots in your guts?

Bakura: What's a `maggots'?

Author: *sigh* Never mind…ancient Egyptians…