Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Author: Well…reviews are slowingwn here…but I'm gonna start this anyways because I got home early from the con, though I'll be going back tomorrow…

Ryou and Malik: And we have something to say…

à divastarz: WE ARE STILL CUTER!!!!

Bakura: But she said I'm hot! And people love me more!

Malik and Ryou: Silence!!! And she didn't say you were hot!!! *wrath of the hikaris*

Bakura: Eep! *runs away*

Author: Erm….yeeeeeeaaa, anyways, on with the fic! I hope nothing is sounding cheesy cause this is all spontaneously creating itself…

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Jounouchi slipped his hands underneath Malik's tunic, feeling the velvety skin beneath the fabric, caressing the Egyptian teen's creamy chest, "It's past sundown…are you sure it was safe to sneak out like this?"

"Seto-sama only wanted Marik tonight, so he should be well preoccupied…I didn't want to leave your side Jono," Malik drew his blonde lover into a kiss, letting his tongue slip past the other teen's lips, and stroked his tongue with his own.

"Mmmm…" after a few passion filled moments the healer pulled away, "but on the safe side I think you should go…" Jounouchi pinched the tanned boy's nipples gently before slipping his hands out.

Malik whined, "But I've done this many times!"

"And that's why I've been getting a little more nervous; if we continue doing this so frequently we're bound to be found out. Go on love, morning isn't that far away."

"I love you Jounouchi."

"And back to you."

Slowly, lingering as long as possible, Malik held onto the blonde's hands before finally pulling away and leaving swiftly, both unaware of the gleaming cold eyes that watched them from a distance.

Marik stalked back and forth in his chambers; damn that Malik! Where in hell is he? At the last minute Seto-sama changed his mind and called for the younger Ishtar instead, and now Malik was two turns of an hourglass late! When the boy finally entered the room Marik exploded, "Well in hell were you!?!?! With Jounouchi?!?! How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak out late!!! Ra has his back turned to you today! Seto-sama demands of YOUR services tonight!!!"

"What?!?!?" Malik panicked, "I'm going to get punished out of my mind!" he groaned, "Oh well…Jounouchi was worth it…"

"He won't be worth it if you're dead!" The elder Egyptian hugged his brother for luck then sent the boy on his way. "Please be alright Malik….may the gods watch over you…" Still recovering from the previous night where he served the High Priest to the extent where he was worked all night, he fell into his bed, instantly falling asleep.

Deep beneath the ground, oblivious to everyone, the lone prisoner from the realm of torture was still making his way slowly upwards, on his escape route. As Bakura crawled onwards, he felt himself being drenched with sweat, dirt clinging to his body in a sickening way, "Fuck this…" he mumbled as he continued to climb up the tunnel, pitch black in front of him, unable to see where the end was. He promised himself that once he got out of his hellhole, he would kill Seto and free Marik and his brother, and then free his new friend, sweet, compassionate Ryou, who suffered so much. Then he would go treat himself to a full body healing from Jounouchi. His anus muscles were torn to the point from being raped so many times that he could no longer control when he needed to release waste from his body, and he could tell that from the ache and swell in his groin, that his genitals were infected, along with the other cuts on his body.

"Ah yes…a full healing to my body would be very nice indeed," he said to himself as he climbed on, driven by this new inspiration.

Suddenly with a dull thud his head hit earth. Drawing back he groaned, "Damnit…" then he eyes lit up, "Yes…I found the exit…I'm free!"

He began to feel along the dirt, clawing his way through until his hands hit something metal. His hopes fell, his victory short lived when he realized that the exit was barred; indeed the Pharaoh took precautions to seal up ALL the old secret passageways.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…" the white haired teen cursed over and over again, hitting his hands against the earth that were between the iron bars, not believing that this was happening. "What do the gods have against me?!"

However, not having much of a choice, he dug on, his hands scratching away the dirt, hoping to break through the earth to let some cool air into the stuffy tunnel, and some oxygen to breathe. Hope rose within him again; perhaps he'll find a lock to pick to open the bars, perhaps the bars will give way if he digs all the dirt off it…

The older Ishtar was startled out of his sleep by dull grating noises. Slowly he got out of his bed, his feet silent on his lush carpet as he walked across the room, trying to discover where the noises came from. He stood still, trying to listen in, but he couldn't seem to tell where the sounds originated, but then he could feel tiny vibrations against his feet. Dropping to his knees he peeled back the carpet, staring at the ground. Indeed beneath the stone plates there was noise, which was a little too loud for an animal like a rat to make.

"Oh Ra…" fear rose within him and he backed up slowly, taking a vase off his bedside table to hurl at whatever was coming up through the ground. When the stone plates began to shift he poised for an attack, but did not expect what happened next. A hand shot straight through the stone, the hand grasping the air. Marik shrieked and fell back hard on his behind, the vase chipping as it fell to the ground. His eyes grew wide when another hands plunged through, sending the stone plates flying. There was a crumbling of dirt and some cursing, then the hands drew back to grab at something, "Fuck! They don't have a bloody lock nor do they move! FUCK!"

Marik gasped, he knew that voice. Scrambling over he found himself face to face with his dark eyed lover, "B-Bakura!"

"Marik? Damn it I can't see! Turn down the bloody light!"

Hurrying, the Egyptian dimmed the oil lamps to a glow, and then dropped back on his knees, reaching his hands through the bars to clasp onto the other teen, "Oh dear Ra Bakura! How in hell did you get here! Oh Ra!" He ran his hands along the white haired slave's face, tracing the hollow cheeks, his dry lips, the cuts upon his face, "Oh Bakura…what did they do to you?"

"I can't believe it's you!" Bakura chuckled, "So this stupid escape route didn't lead me to outside after all…I'm not complaining." His arms around their way around Marik's neck and he pulled the tanned boy down for a hard kiss between the bars, "I don't know if Ryou talked to you…"

"He did Bakura…he did."

"Wonderful…well you should know what they did to me…no need to explain further huh?" his fingers traced Marik's face, feeling the smooth skin, "I see you haven't changed, still as exotic as ever I see…"

Marik lay on his stomach, cherishing these sweet moments, "And I still think you're beautiful Bakura…" he ran his hands through the messy white hair, soiled with dirt, blood and some dried white substance, "I didn't know though…that they tortured you this much…I can't believe…I can't believe…that you're even still alive!"

"I am…thanks to the Pharaoh I admit…but I am…and I wouldn't die, not without seeing you again…" the teen said softly, pulling Marik down for another kiss, ravaging the Egyptian's mouth. "Such a moist mouth…I love it…"

The two's face were barely inches apart, separated only by the bars; Marik took in every little feature of his lover's face, absorbing the detail, refreshing his mind, blazing Bakura's image into his head, never wanting this moment to end. "How did you get here?"

"Found an escape route at the back of my cell…the foolish new guards…I get taken by them a few times and they give me food on a plate with a fork…and then didn't notice it missing," he laughed at his own cleverness.

Marik smiled, still caressing Bakura's face, planting kisses all over it, "You always claimed that before your capture you were a stealthy thief…picking locks…stealing things…I guess they were true?"

"You didn't believe me?" Bakura pretended to look hurt.

"I always believe you," Marik kissed Bakura again, relishing the familiar taste, though tainted but still as wonderful.

Unexpectedly, Bakura suddenly pulled away and Marik grasped for him desperately, pleading for him not to go, "I have to though Marik…because I can't escape now the guards will be coming soon…and if I'm not there…they will look for me, and surely discover this place, I promise I will be back though, I love you…"

Tears welled up in Marik's eyes as he choked, "I-I love you too Bakura…don't leave me again."

"I won't," the white haired teen blew a kiss to him, something he always reserved privately for the Egyptian that no one else ever sees, before disappearing into the dark.

Marik continued to stare at the darkness for awhile, before slowly backing up and replacing the stone slates over the iron bars, he covered the area with the carpet. Still feeling his lover's presence, he lay upon the ground, curling up on the carpet, and fell asleep.

Seto sneered at the pathetic creature in front of him, blood dripping off his dagger, his breathing ragged, his eyes still glowing with madness, "Have you learned your lesson not to keep me waiting for so long, whore?"

"Y-yes Master!" Malik sobbed, his back completely bloody. As punishment Seto retraced all the carvings on his back with his knife, splitting open the skin a second time; the markings were drawn on when each of the boys turned ten; Seto had decided then to decorate his future bed slaves.

The High Priest, smiled, looking completely insane in the dim light that shadowed his face as he dropped the blade and walked over to the nude boy on the floor, "Then let's get on with it…I'm still aching to rip into your tight passage tonight, and feel the bliss of it all…"

Tears continuously streamed down Malik's face, the pain so extreme that he couldn't even tell where the pain was coming from anymore. "Y-yes M-Master!" the boy choked, automatically spreading his legs, not really caring what happened to him.

Seto applauded himself for his work. His brother may be wild and bold, but his younger brother was something else; small, obedient and pathetic, a few lashes and boy is left a whimpering mess. Stripping quickly he began to grope the boy, fondling the boy's member and fragile sacs, his fingers probing into the boy's entry, his hands all over the boy's private areas. "Keep your legs open you slut!"

Malik could barely hold his legs wide, his arms trembling from the pain as Seto continued his assault, sitting and amusing himself with the tanned boy's genitals, fondling them as if they were playthings. "You are nothing but a whore Malik…an exotic whore meant to serve me…TELL ME THAT!!!"

"I-I'm your w-whore…I'm n-nothing but y-your slut…" the Egyptian whimpered, his whole body shaking with pain, blood staining the floor in large pools.

The High Priest finished running his hands between the teen's legs and settled over him, plunging in without preparing the boy.

Malik threw his head back and screamed, the agony intensifying in his body, his fingers slipping from his legs as he writhed in pain.

"You fucking worthless slave! I told you keep your legs open!" Seto roared.

"I'm s-s-sorr-y-y-y!" Marik screamed, stuttering through his words, unable to grab his legs, and received a slap to the face.

"I'll teach you sorry!" Seto continued to pound mercilessly into the other boy, a ripping sound that seemed to be heard as he tore into the tight entrance. Malik jostled, his back rubbing against the ground, causing him to scream even more.

"SHUT UP!!!" the man slammed his fist into Malik's chest, immediately snapping the ribs.

The boy was cut off in mid scream, his voice stopped by the breaking of the bones, his lungs unable to take in more air. His whole body begged him for relief, begging for the pain to end; not even screaming could help anymore. His world began to spin, a curtain covering his eyes as he blacked out, welcoming the darkness to soothe his pain.

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Author: Oooooo the angst is back!

Ryou: I didn't even appear in this chapter!!! TT_TT

Author: Sorry babe *huggles* next time…but I need more of the storyline too! And may be I'll stick a chick in the next chapter just to even out the male sex a bit… but wasn't there are noblewoman at the beginning? Oh well, she doesn't count cause she ain't a main character!

Bakura: At least I'm not uke angst but good seme angst in this fic…I like…

Ryou: There you are!!! *hikari wrath flares up again*

Bakura: NOOOO!!!

Ryou: GET BACK HERE YOU!!!!

Author: Errrrrmmm…please review? I hope for ten again! Love you all!!! XOXOXOXOX