Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Author: Alright! While waiting for my ten reviews I think I'll reply to some of them…

à al : Hey! Are you saying my fic ain't good enough for 10 reviews? C'mon! I have 690 viewers and 43 reviews! You think you readers can take 2 minutes to review for me? *shrugs* And about the Malik/Jounouchi pairing, I saw it in some doujinshi and I felt a little perturbed pairing him with anything else…BTW, I decided that Jounouchi could use spelled medicine for healing, then Ryou won't have to go there everyday!

à Rowan Girl: For the second time! I just want reviews! I mean, I want to know my readers' feedback. It's simple, I get reviews, I feel supported, so I write more. If you guys hate reviewing that much, then don't, it'll just take longer to update.

Sorry if I'm sounding rude or anything but it really upset me when I get people accusing me of threatening them when all I want is feedback and support from the 690 viewers…

Malik: I've got something to say to EK…

à EK: My Rod! *snatches it back*

Author: ><;;;

Ryou: Aww…everyone wants me to get better… *huggles reviewers* I love you all! *throws toasted marshmallows out to everyone who feels sorry for him*

Author: Anyways… I just got ten reviews so on with the story!

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Tears streamed down Ryou's porcelain face, struggling with futile attempts to get away from Bakura. The ghost teen leaned down and lapped up the tears, the rough, dry tongue running along his cheeks.

"I'm sure you formed a friendly bond with him boy," the large guard sneered, "don't you want to satisfy his thirst? Or do you want him to die..."

"Please..." the smaller boy whimpered, his nude body trembling, "stop Bakura... please; you don't want to do this!"

Bakura ignored him, the bony hand stroking Ryou's creamy inner thigh, sliding upwards until he caressed the boy's manhood.

"Stop!" Ryou pleaded, his body beginning to go limp, heat shooting to his groin from the unwanted pleasure, "Bakura!"

He gasped in pain when the hand made contact with his face, bringing another laugh to the guards, "I don't think he favours you talking too much."

The boy whimpered, his manhood growing rigid from the forceful stroking. Bakura's eyes were glowing with hunger, baring his teeth as he watched Ryou's member erect. The older teen licked his lips, moistening them with the tears he previously licked up. Grasping Ryou's thighs and wrenching them far apart, holding the boy down with such force that Ryou bruised, Bakura lowered his head, and ravaged his erection.

"NO! Bakura! Stop!" The boy sobbed, flinging his head from side to side, his hands feebly trying to push the wild haired head away from his groin. Bakura was gnawing up and down his arousal, eliciting loud cries of pain from the boy, his dry and cracked mouth violently attacking the boy's sensitive genitalia. Grating his sharp teeth along, Bakura pumped his head up and down upon Ryou's sex wildly.

The pale teen just cried harder, his whole body shaking as he continued to beg, "Bakura!" he wailed, flailing his arms, completely at the mercy of the older boy. He bucked and shrieked when his body convulsed, his vision going white as he exploded into Bakura's mouth, filling it with his essence.

Loud slurping sounds were heard as Bakura greedily swallowed and licked every drop of semen off Ryou's legs. The second he backed off Ryou's legs thrashed, catching Bakura in the jaw and sending him across the stony chamber.

There was a deep chuckle as Bakura pulled himself to his feet, wiping his mouth. The bright glow in his eyes dimmed as he smiled at Ryou, "Best drink I've ever had..." he hissed.

"Bakura..." Ryou whimpered, "Don't you remember me? Bakura!"

There seemed to be a brief spark of recognition in the other boy's eyes until he was slammed into the wall by one of the huge men. Bakura cried out in agony, a sickening crack was heard and the boy dropped to the ground, his hair turning steadily red from a deep wound in his head.

"Now that he's out of the picture..." the men turned to Ryou, who had scrambled over to where Bakura lay, hugging the boy's head in his lap, sobbing, "Bakura! Wake up! Wake up! Please!"

He screamed, his hands stretching out to try and grasp Bakura's arms when he was dragged away by a guard and flung to the ground, "So now you worry about him huh?" the men sneered, "after you tried to deny him satisfaction to his thirst."

Ryou curled up, guilt riddled, "I...I was...I was scared... I didn't mean to...Bakura...Bakura...!"

The men felt the slender body, their large paws of a hand groping the small boy, "Now it's time for us to have some fun with you, so you'll learn your lesson to never venture down here!"

Ryou shrieked, his hands scratching and clawing as the men covered him with their bodies, rubbing against him and violating his genitals, "NO!!! NO!!!! MASTER!!!!" He promised to himself that he will obey Yami's orders, and let himself be raped by him, if these men were taken away from him...

"MASTER!!! PLEASE!!! I'LL BE GOOD FROM NOW ON!!! MASTER!!!"

His legs were yanked apart and he felt a thick finger push inside of him, "Shut your trap you slut or we will cut your tongue out!"

But Ryou wouldn't stop crying, terror overcoming his sense of reason, "MASTER!!!"

There was a sudden thud and one man fell off him, an ax in his shoulder. The large man roared in pain and ripped the weapon out of his shoulder as his partner scrambled to his feet, and turned to the intruder.

"I see you have been messing with my personal slave," a smooth voice drawled, dripping with poison.

The men flew to their knees when the Pharaoh emerged from the shadows, glowing with a golden power, "Pharaoh! Forgive us! This wretch was intruding, twice already! And he was going to feed Bakura! And-"

Yami's blood red eyes flashed, "And so you decided to rape him?"

"Forgive us!" The men were panicking, their eyes bulging when the wild haired Pharaoh began to produce a ball of energy from his hands.

"I will NEVER forgive anyone who dared touch what's mine!" he shouted, launching the globe at them.

Ryou screamed, still within range when he was dragged away by strong arms. One of Yami' guards pulled him to safety as the guards were engulfed in flames. He turned away, tears in his eyes as he listened to the bloodcurdling screams of his two tormentors until they were reduced to ash.

As Yami neared him Ryou cowered back, "You worthless slave! Not only did you not arrive at your chambers at sundown, you wandered to a forbidden area! For this you will be severely punished!"

Ryou nodded, sobbing, "You can do anything to me Master! But please, save Bakura! Please!"

"I will decide what to do with him," Yami barked as he beckoned for his men to take Ryou.

"Please Master!" Ryou begged, "Save him!"

"Shut up!" Yami snapped as he spun on his heel and headed back, dragging his crying slave with him, as other guards went to deal with Bakura.

Ryou cried for his friend, knowing that Yami will not tend to his injuries, and because of that the older teen is most surely to die, "Bakura...I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The High Priest was waiting humbly at Ryou's bed chambers' doors when they arrived. He instantly dropped to one knee, "My Pharaoh."

"I'm disappointed in you Seto," Yami motioned for his guards to release Ryou. They dropped the boy to the floor then marched away, "I expected you to have higher standards when choosing your slaves; Ryou was quite disobedient, twice in one day he's broken rules."

"I will personally see to it that he will not do such a thing again my Pharaoh," Seto glared at Ryou, and it was then that the smaller teen noticed a whip coiled at the High Priest's waist. The young man rose and jerked Ryou to his feet and dragged him into his room, forcing the naked boy onto his knees. "You dirty slave, you have disobeyed your Master's wishes. I, Seto, will see to it that you will not do such a thing again!" He drew the long whip from his waist, and with a flick, brought it down upon Ryou's soft back, cutting it like a hot knife through butter.

Ryou cried and hunched over as the whip was smashed repeatedly on his back, each cut a thousand knives in his body, "Let it end…." He whimpered, "Ra…save me…!" he shrieked over and over again in response to his punishment, wishing for his death.

Yami could feel his heart wrench as he watched the beautiful boy receive the whipping. In truth, he cannot blame the small slave to be curious, and he never actually told Ryou where he could and could not go. The smaller teen probably just wandered there by accident. Moreover, the boy showed his deep compassion in protecting and aiding Bakura, who should be condemned to a life of hell; yet Ryou was willing to have anything done to him in order to save the older teen's life.

And the Pharaoh could still hear Ryou's clear voice ringing in his ear for help, when he was about to be taken by the guards. Ryou called to HIM; not to the Ishtar brothers or any of his newfound friends, but to HIM, his master, despite what he's done to the poor boy.

"Stop."

Ryou cowered as another lashing was about to come, then immediately flicked away harmlessly, "My Pharaoh?" Seto questioned.

"Leave Seto…you've done enough."

The High Priest was bewildered as he coiled the blood soaked whip back at his waist, "But the slave…"

"I told you to leave!"

Realization dawned on Seto's face and his face darkened, "As you wish….my Pharaoh," he said through clenched teeth before exiting.

Yami approached the small boy, who was sobbing into the carpet, blood pooled all around him. He gently picked Ryou up, who curled in fear, and carried him to his bed and set him down.

Ryou whimpered and hid his face, continuously sobbing, his back throbbing with unimaginable pain, the warm blood sliding down his back, "Ra…save me…save me…help…help…Master…help…" he rambled.

The Pharaoh ran his hand through the teen's lustrous silver hair, a soft chant coming from his lips as his hands slid down over the boy's soft back, knitting together the sliced flesh as he moved down, until nothing but pale scars remained. "They should disappear in time…"

Ryou's eyes were wide in wonder, the pain was gone, just like that; as if the gods answered his wishes, was Yami really a…

Yami smiled and stroked Ryou's hair, "All of us in the Council can weave magic," he answered as he bundled the boy in blankets. As much as he fought it, he cannot deny that the stunning creature that lay before him has captured his heart in ways he never dreamed of.

"Master? Why…"

"Sleep," he ordered, knowing that he couldn't possibly explain to his slave why he's doing this for him.

Exhausted, Ryou didn't ask anymore questions. Thanking his Master silently, he let his eyes droop closed, and fell into a deep slumber.

Yet dreams didn't come so easily…

"Bakura!No! Please No! NO!!!"

"I've never had such a wonderful drink in my life…"

"You care for him now, though you denied him satisfaction to his thirst…"

"Do you want him to die?"

"MASTER!!!I'LL BE GOOD!!! MASTER!!!"

"This will teach you to sneak here you slut…"

"I will NEVER let anyone touch what is mine!"

"Bakura!You have to save Bakura!"

"I'll decide what to do with him…"

Bakura…

Don't die…please don't die…

This was all my fault…

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Author: *sniff* I got all depressed writing that…

Ryou: I'm such a bad person! *sob*

Author: Gah…*hug* no no, it's me who likes to write this stuff. Anyways, don't make Ryou cry, please review! I'm hoping for 10 again, that'll be more than enough for me!