Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Author: I'm getting close to ten reviews for this chapter so I'm gonna continue on!

Ryou: Wow!!! Everyone loves me so much!

Bakura: *still grumbling*

Author: I don't think he's gonna feel any better anytime soon…

Malik: People are beginning to love me more!

Bakura: *mumbling to self* he gets 10 reviews in one day and I'm scraping 3…

Author: Oh calm down Bakura you're being such a baby! Oh by the way…

à EK: You can be as creative as you want, Malik's just a whiny person, so don't mind him…

à Starroar: I'll be trying to update once everyday if I get at least 10 reviews each time; and don't come with a sledgehammer, if you kill the author, I can't update ^^!

Anyways, on with the fic! I have barely an hour before I have to watch Box Seven of my Yu-Gi-OH series…need to find out who is that old man who stood on the cliff when Yami, Anzu fell off the cliff when the train toppled over… ><

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When Ryou awoke the next morning, he was sweating, his heart still beating frantically from the events of the day before that remained vivid in his mind even in his dreams. Bakura…Fresh tears sprung to Ryou's eyes at the memory of the young man. Because of him Bakura suffered from famine for days; because of him he is probably dead now…because of him…

"Ryou…"

The boy squeaked and jumped when someone shifted in bed beside him, and sat up, "M-Master!"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing…nothing…I just…had…some nightmares…Master…" he rubbed his eyes quickly; it would be best to not talk about Bakura to the Pharaoh right now. He just silently prayed to the gods that the other white haired slave would be fine. He took in Yami's appearance, the young man looked exhausted, his eyes puffy rimmed with dark circles, his royal robes soaked in Ryou's blood.

A small smile graced the Pharaoh's face, not a sinister one but a genuine smile, "Other than that, you seem to be alright."

"Yes Master, thank you Master."

Yami got out of bed, "I believe I am late for a Council meeting, so if you will excuse me slave, but I need to go; you should be able to handle yourself."

"Yes Master," Ryou was curious why the young tri-coloured haired Pharaoh would even spend the night with him like that, and be late for a Council Meeting nonetheless. His eyes widened when Yami kissed him on the forehead lightly and headed for the door.

As he opened the large doors and was about to leave, his Master paused, "Why did you call for me Ryou…last night…?"

"I…I'm not too sure Master. I was scared, and you were the first person I thought could save me…" Ryou twiddled his thumbs in nervousness, "Does this anger you Master?"

"Not at all Ryou," The boy was shocked for the third time that morning; the Pharaoh kissed him on the forehead, smiled warmly, and used his actual name; "I'm actually quite happy."

Ryou was shocked for a fourth time.

Malik crawled over to his elder brother and shook him gently, "Marik? Wake up…"

"Ahhh…Ra…my backside feels like it's on fire…!"

Gently Malik flipped his brother onto his stomach, taking the bottle that was in his hand, he poured out the ointment and rubbed it on Marik's anus, tending to the torn entry, "Seto-sama was in a very bad mood last night…"

"I could tell…" the wild haired Egyptian moaned, recalling the events.

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"I told you move faster you whore!" Seto jerked Malik away by the hair from his penis and threw him across the room, "what does it take to get you to work hard enough?"

"I…AH!" Malik cried out when the High Priest's whip sliced into his shoulder.

"Malik!" Marik crawled over to his brother, and held him, "Seto-sama! Please don't pick on him! He's young!"

"I'll do what I want with him slave!" the long leather rope coiled around his neck and pulled taut, strangling the older teen, "Don't you even DARE try to go against my word! I'm sick of you slaves always thinking that you can pull stunts without punishment! Like that stupid little sex slave Ryou!"

"R-Ryou?" Marik choked as the whip flicked away, lashing him in the cheek. He held the bloody wound, "Ryou! What did he do?"

A menacing smirk touched the High Priest's mouth, "Stupid little whore," he said as he hurled the whip at them again, catching the young Ishtar on the other shoulder, causing the boy to keel over in pain, "he decided to go into the torture chamber, didn't make it back to his chambers before sunset." He flicked his wrist and the whip changed its course, stinging Marik in the ankle; the boy recoiled and scrambled away to his brother's side, both huddling together. "I gave him the whipping of his life, but the Pharaoh stopped me; that stupid teen is growing soft hearted, I'm glad I didn't grow up that way!" he lashed out with the whip repeatedly, striking the two young Egyptians.

As the blood sprayed over the floor and onto Seto the man laughed, "I should be the Pharaoh! Not that stupid brat! I've worked for him and gave him the best slave I could find and I don't even get enough recognition!" He dropped the whip, licking the warm blood off that splashed onto his hand, "It's a good thing that you two won't be as spoiled as the little whore Ryou would be…"

Later on that night Marik found himself being pleasured by his younger brother. One of Seto's dirty fantasies was to watch the Ishtar brothers going at it, and with no choice, the two always comply, with good acts.

"Malik…" the older boy moaned, his fingers fisted in his brother's hair, pushing the boy up and down against his arousal. His ankle still throbbed from the whip, but he cannot let himself be distracted, he has to truly look like he's in bliss, and he'll really have to concentrate on how good it feels and that it is not his brother sucking on his erection.

The younger boy winced as his hand slithered seductively up the older teen's creamy chest, the long fingers rubbing and pinching his nipples, toying with the brown nubs of flesh until they grew hard.

"Oh Ra…" Marik arched his back and released into the other boy's mouth, the hot liquid drooling out of Malik's mouth.

The other boy swallowed and leaned back, his face twisting in pain from the many gashes that were on his body from the whipping.

The elder Egyptian leaned forward and caught his brother's mouth for a ravishing kiss, his tongue licking the other boy's lips, still sweet from his cum, then trailed down to lap the blood that were still seeping from the wounds. Their hands moved over each other's bodies, ignoring the flaring pain from their injuries, fondling each other in perfected ways, their fingers dancing on the perfectly tanned skin.

Seto groaned, rubbing himself on the bed, "Stop." Immediately the boys ceased their actions and turned to their Master, "Come here…"

Throughout the night, the High Priest pounded them with such ferocity that each boy felt themselves being torn apart, then they were forced to do each other, until their Master finally ordered them to stop and left, leaving the boys falling in fatigue, their bodies still bleeding, holding each other, and falling asleep.

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"We did do a good job with our sex acts, exotic," Malik said, grinning despite his injuries as he helped his brother dress, "We have to see Jounouchi about these wounds. Whether he wants me to scar or not just to piss of Seto-sama, I am not running around bleeding for days!"

Marik gave a grim smile, "I still don't see how you stay in such a good mood…"

"Jono's personality is quite contagious," Malik answered cheerfully as he put a black tunic on, not wanting to draw attention, knowing the blood is surely to soak through the material.

When the Ishtar brothers arrived at the healing chamber, Ryou was already sitting there, chatting with Jounouchi. The young healer turned to greet the two Egyptian teens and kissed Malik, "Strip and lie down, the both of you; it doesn't take a genius to know that Seto-sama put you both through hell," he pointed at Marik's limp and the cuts across their faces.

The brothers nodded, slowly removing their tunics, wincing as the fabric rubbed against their gashes.

Ryou gasped, bile rising in his throat as he stared at the mutilated bodies of the two Egyptian teens. "Oh Isis…why…"

"He was in a really bad mood, Seto-sama," Malik smiled through a grimace as he slowly climbed onto the smooth stone bed, followed by Marik.

"Those…gashes…they're from a whip!" Ryou could feel tears beginning to fall as he raced to his friends' side, clasping each of their hands, "It's my fault! Master wouldn't let Seto-sama whip me that much, so he took it out on you! Oh Isis, this is all my fault! I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry!"

Marik gently rubbed his thumb against the pale boy's palm, "If it spared you the whipping, I'm glad to have taken it for you."

Ryou gazed into the elder brother's eyes, before breaking into sobs, falling to his knees, clutching to Marik and Malik's hands, crying into them.

"Just promise me…" Marik sighed in relief as Jounouchi worked his healing magic over them, his slashed flesh sealing together until it was new, "Don't go down there again…you broke your previous promise; don't break this one…"

At the thought of Bakura the boy suddenly started to cry even harder, "I had to go back! He needed someone! He needed food! He needed drink! Because of me…he…he…he's probably dead!"

The elder Ishtar's hand went limp, "He…what?"

Tearfully Ryou re-encountered his story, speaking of how Bakura was starved and beaten, how he was sexually taken by the older teen for a mere drink, how he was almost raped and how Bakura got a fatal blow to the head, and how the Pharaoh saved him.

Marik sat up, head in his hands. When Malik was fully healed as well, he sat up to hug his brother, "It's not Ryou's fault Marik…don't blame him…"

"He's…I won't believe it…"

"Don't believe it Marik. Ryou says 'probably', but probably isn't the reality; Bakura could be still alive. You have to keep on hoping Marik! You must! For your sake! And for Ryou's! Look at him!"

The hard violet eyes pierced through Ryou as he turned to look. The boy looked completely crumbled, as if he was to accept if Marik hated him, or tried to kill him, he looked like he was ready to die, the guilt already completely consuming his soul.

"Ryou…" Marik slid off the bed and took the smaller boy into his arms, stroking the silver hair, "Don't blame yourself for everything. You weren't the cause of this; you are such a compassionate person, you take the burden upon yourself to spare everyone else, even the Pharaoh's, even Seto-sama's. Don't do this to yourself Ryou…you have to remain bright, your soul has to shine for me, tell me that Bakura's still alive!"

"Bakura…" the tears stopped flowing, his heart swelling with admiration for the two brothers who seemed to be so strong, clinging onto every little bit of hope that they have; he knew he cannot shatter Marik's determination to believe that Bakura's still alive, and deep inside, he hoped for the same thing, "Bakura…he's still alive."

With a small sob Marik held tightly onto him.

"I don't see Seto-sama's sick intentions…he makes me heal you both until you are sculpture perfect then he mangles you beyond imagination," the healer's eyes glowed with sadness as he conjured up more medication for the Ishtar brothers, "It's a never ending torture, it's disgusting."

"We all know that Jounouchi," Malik wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, "but we don't have a choice…until we are freed that is."

"It's just so unfair…"

"But Ra's light is beginning to shine on us," Marik bounced Ryou up and down on his lap as if he were a child, "We have information on Bakura…you two haven't been discovered yet by the Council, and Ryou was spared from a whipping…"

"But you didn't-"

"Hush," the elder Egyptian brother kissed Ryou on the cheek, "I'd take it for you any day. I'm used to it more than you. - As I was saying though, I'm finally beginning to believe in hope again…"

Malik smiling lovingly at his brother, "I'm happy…"

"Ah…finished," Jounouchi corked up the two smaller bottles and handed them to Malik and Marik, "They're a bit stronger than the previous ointments. Seto-sama seems to be getting more and more sadistic."

"Thank you Jono!" the younger Egyptian chirped, kissing his lover again before sliding the bottle into his new, clean tunic.

"You deserve your title as best healer in the kingdom," Marik said as he took the offered bottle.

Jounouchi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "All in a day's work… Oh! By the way, Ryou here wanted to talk to all of us about something. He let me in on some of it this morning but I think it's best he talked to you two as well."

"Huh?" Two pairs of violet orbs turned towards the pale teen.

"Umm…" Ryou wrung his hands, settling back on Marik's chest, trying to avoid the curious gazes, "Master…he's been acting much nicer. Last night he not only stopped Seto from whipping me too much but he also healed me and tucked me into bed. Not only that, he was late for a Council meeting because he was making sure I was alright. Then he referred to me by my name, and he smiled, and he kissed me, nicely too."

Jounouchi whistled, "That's something I don't hear of often."

"Seems like…" Marik said thoughtfully, his brow furrowing, "I think the Pharaoh's falling for you Ryou; I think he's falling in love with you…"

Ryou's eyes grew wide, and only grew wider when Malik continued, "I'm not too surprised actually…because…" he looked to his brother, "I think it's best Marik tell you the story."

The smaller boy looked up to the Egyptian. "The Pharaoh…he was…in love with Bakura," Marik said softly, "but Bakura had already given himself to me, and I to him, and he refused the Pharaoh's advances. Bakura was a very loud and obnoxious person, so it didn't take too long for the Pharaoh to find out it was me…" the tanned young man looked down, his eyes staring at nothing in particular, "Why I wasn't punished I do not know…maybe it was because Seto-sama loved the way I suffered when Bakura was taken from me… The main reason why Bakura was banished to serve to the people of the underworld was not because he disobeyed the Pharaoh, but because he didn't return the Pharaoh's feelings, and was very bold about it…"

Malik looked heartbroken listening to his brother's story once again and Jounouchi held him in comfort.

Ryou in turn reached up and wrapped his arms around Marik's head, bringing the older teen's head down to his neck, where the Egyptian began to sob.

A soft pitter patter could be heard on the ceiling. The season of rain has come.

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Author: That just kinda came out…slowly I'm roughly plotting the future of this story. Whaddaya think? Please review!

Ryou: Make us angsty characters happy!