Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Author: Well I'm glad everyone likes this fic…I think it's beginning to surpass Internal Scars, which is my most popular fic at the moment

Momma Cat/ Dirty D: I got a feeling you'd like Internal Scars…or maybe not. You just seem to support Bakura a lot and Internal Scars is pure Bakura angst…I dunno, just advertising…

Bakura: Maybe I'd finally get some sympathy…

Maruken: Thanks for the dictionary…even though now I think you've turned off my desire to eat raw meat…*turns green*

Author: Heheh…he finally found out what maggots are…

Bakura: Blech!

Ryou: UGH!!! Gross! Not over MY carpet!!! Bakura! Go to the bathroom!!!

Author: ><;;; anyways, I'm gonna update some more now cause I have nothing to do with my life…isn't that sad? I want to have fun on my March Break too…

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Ryou woke up next morning feeling like the dirtiest specimen that has ever lived on the face of the planet. The Pharaoh was gone already, probably to council meetings…

The young boy winced in pain as he edged himself into a sitting position slowly. His legs felt sticky with cum and dry blood and his entire backside flamed with pain. Slowly he spread his legs apart, and peeled back the covers, dreading what he would see, to inspect the wound. At the sight of his entire groin encrusted with blood, white gooey ejaculation smeared over his legs, bile instantly rose up in Ryou's throat and he promptly threw up all over the bed. The smell of vomit and cum wafted up into Ryou's nostrils, and he felt nauseous.

"Why me…" tears trickled out of his eyes as he pulled himself from the messy bed, tumbling to the floor where he huddled into a fetal position, sobbing. In less than a night his innocence was torn from him, the one thing he treasured his whole life, the one thing he actually owned and thought he could protect, gone. Tears streamed down the small slave's face as he continued to cry, hating himself for who he is, hating the Pharaoh…

The sun was high in the sky by the time Ryou uncurled himself and left the room, covered by his shredded tunic which was beyond repair.

Seto-sama...likes us clean, so he can get the pleasure of making us dirty… seems like the Pharaoh got his sadistic ideas off the high priest. Is this how Malik and Marik felt?

Fortunately he made it back to his room without anyone seeing him; the halls were quiet that morning. Waiting for him was the steaming bath that was also placed there like the previous day. Stripping out of his clothes Ryou slowly got into the tub, sinking into the water. "Ah…" he whimpered in pain as the hot water stung his wounds, his torn entry on fire. The water turned a murky red, from the blood that washed away from his legs. The coppery scent of the blood rose up as the steam evaporated from the surface. Ryou wrinkled his nose, tilting his head back, letting the heated water burn him, hoping that it would burn his sins away, burn the skin away where the Pharaoh touched him, burn his shattered soul away.

"Why me?" he asked again, his eyes looking up to where the heavens should be, "If Isis have mercy on me…why me?"

Marik came to visit the pale boy later that day, concerned for the young teen. Seto had saved a particularly harsh night for him after his tardiness from the pervious time, and his behind still ached. Malik had daintily skipped off that morning, taking advantage of Seto-sama's absence to attend a Council meeting to see his lover, and after Jounouchi attended to his wounds, Marik himself limped off to visit Ryou.

"From what I heard from Seto-sama's boasting this morning, I heard the Pharaoh had a good time with Ryou," the healer had said, rubbing a spelled ointment on Marik's back, split in many places from a whip.

"I don't even want to hear what this `good time' is," Marik said with disgust, sighing in content when the wounds disappeared, "Thanks Jounouchi."

"Anytime," the teen placed the medication away, "I don't want Seto-sama on my tail for leaving a scar of one of the Ishtar brothers."

Marik snorted, "That I would want to see." Thanking Jounouchi again, the Egyptian teen left.

Stepping up to the doors, Marik knocked, and received no answer, "Funny…he should be back by now." Inviting himself in, Marik was met with a revolting sight. Ryou was sleeping in a tub of blood water. "Oh dear Ra…" Rushing to the pale boy's side the wild haired Egyptian scooped him out of the water and onto the awaiting towels.

Ryou shifted and moaned, opening his eyes, "Marik? Huh?"

Marik shushed the boy and dried him, before helping him into the new tunic that was set out for him. Then he sat Ryou on his bed and handed a roll from the waiting breakfast tray at him.

"Thank you…" Ryou slowly took the roll and broke off pieces, pushing it slowly into his mouth and chewing it.

"Are you alright? I heard Seto-sama talking this morning…the Pharaoh had a good time with you…and…" Marik stroked Ryou's hair, "did he…"

"I tried my hardest to obey…but it still hurt…"

Marik gasped, "So you took over Bakura's role didn't you? I thought as much…I hoped that you wouldn't end up as a bed slave…"

Ryou burst into tears again then, hugging Marik, burying his face into the older teen's chest, "He took it away from me! My virginity! That was everything I had owned! I wanted to give it to someone I loved, Marik! I didn't want it to be taken like this! Why me!?"

The tanned young man held onto Ryou, stroking his hair in comfort, "This world isn't fair Ryou…we are slaves because Ra turned his back on us at the wrong time…and the gods chose Yami-sama to be Pharaoh."

"Why such a cruel man? Marik…why would the gods choose him?!"

"I…don't know…" Marik answered lamely. "Seto-sama…took Malik's virginity as well…mine…he thinks he took mine…but Bakura did, so I was lucky," Marik smiled softly, "I'm sorry that I can't sympathize with that you've been through, but I bet you Malik can…"

"But…" Ryou looked up, "he's still so happy, how can he be?"

"He's been a very bright soul, my little brother," Marik wiped the tears from Ryou's eyes, "he still looks on the bright side of everything. He claims that Seto-sama never took his innocence away, because he didn't will it so."

"So…because I didn't want Master to take my virginity…I'm still a virgin?" Ryou's eyes grew hopeful.

"Malik would agree."

"Do you?"

"I…you don't want my answer Ryou…"

"You don't agree…" Ryou dropped his gaze to the floor.

"But don't listen to me Ryou," Marik tilted the young boy's head back up and kissed him on the forehead, "I'm not as strong as Malik. If I were you, listen to his words instead, they hold more meaning."

"Alright," Ryou's voice sounded uncertain but accepted the advice anyways. "Oh yes! I forgot something!" Ryou jumped up, cried out in pain then fell off the bed. Marik instantly leapt off to help the smaller teen but Ryou held out his hand, "No no! I'm fine! Just wait here!" Ryou crawled across the room and picked something off the floor near the door, then crawled back. "Here," Ryou held out his hand, "it's from…Bakura."

Marik's eyes grew wide as he took the long locks of dirty white hair from Ryou's hand, "This…" he held the hair against his face, "Bakura's hair…my lover's hair…how in the name of Ra did you…"

Ryou held out his hands and Marik helped him back onto the bed. "I was wandering around yesterday, exploring, and I accidentally went too far, and ended up in some cell place underground."

Marik nodded, "The home of the interrogators and torture experts."

"I saw them there….raping Bakura," the Egyptian winced as Ryou continued, "I followed them to where they locked up Bakura…and…and I talked to him. Oh Marik it was horrible! I've never seen anyone so beaten up in their life! And Bakura was so thin! He said he only gets water once every three days to keep alive! He even kissed me just to get some moisture! He says he rarely eats! And when he ripped out his hair, he said he couldn't even feel the pain! And when he cried, it was blood!!!" Ryou threw himself on Marik's chest again, "He still loves you a lot too…"

Marik sucked in his breath. His beautiful lover was in the deepest realms of hell where even Osiris wouldn't pity, and yet his white haired lover still thinks of him. "Did you tell him…that I love him as well?"

"I did."

Marik held the boy gently in his arms, "Thank you so much Ryou…I truly believe that you're the sign; the sign that Bakura will come back to me; but don't wander there again…it's dangerous." Tears welled up in his eyes, "Bakura…"

Yami stormed down the hall, the council meeting had not gone well and he was feeling particularly frustrated, and he knew exactly who to take his frustration out on. He slammed Ryou's chamber doors open, finding the little white haired slave cuddled up with Seto's bed slave, Marik. "Get up!" he roared, and Ryou promptly, with a cry of surprise, bolted up in bed, his eyes clouding with fear at the sight of the Pharaoh.

"Master…" the boy whimpered.

"I'll be spending the night in your room," Yami announced, a feeling of jealousy mixing with his frustration at the way Ryou clung to Marik, "Seto wants you and Malik in his room right now, slave," the Pharaoh pointed to the Egyptian teen.

Reluctantly Marik gently detached Ryou from his clothing, whispered something into his ear and rushed out.

As he passed Yami the Pharaoh whispered, "If only Bakura knew that you were taking interest in someone else now…how would he feel?"

Marik gritted his teeth as he went past.

Slowly, stretching out the time, Yami closed the wooden doors and turned to face Ryou. The boy had curled up in a tight ball, pressing against the wall on his bed. "I've had a very bad day; do you think you, my good whore, can ease it?"

"Please…don't do this to me…Master…"

Yami continued to advance; watching with sickening amusement as the boy trembled, trying to shield himself from the older teen's gaze. The tri-coloured haired Pharaoh felt Ryou's body, groping the boy from his shoulders down to his perfectly round behind. He ran his hand along the curve of his buttocks, a shiver running down his body in pleasure, "I've been wanting you all day my whore…I want this day to be night to be perfect for me…"

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Author: There we go! Chapter 5! Wasn't everyone waiting? Ehehe…

Ryou: Not me… ><

Author: *pat pat* it's alright baby…I'll try to make it a happy ending…

Ryou: TRY is the key word here…

Author: Anyways, I'm a wee bit lost as to whom to pair Malik up with, any idea on who his secret lover should be? Give me a suggestion in your review and I'll throw them all in a hat to draw out! So please review if you have an input or just to say something!!!!