Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Royalty ❯ Royalty Ch. 16 ( Chapter 16 )

Author: Well since I updated two chapters in a row I didn't expect too many reviews…just 10, one from each person for both chapters, but I love you guys anyways! For all those waiting for the Ryou angst, it's coming!

Ryou: Darn…why me…

Malik: I've had enough though!

Ryou: Oh quiet! *throws a toasted marshmallow at Malik*

Author: Erm sure…anyways…wow…I just got a new keyboard cause my old one was dying and it's so quiet and it feel soooooo different…Ooooo Anyways, please R&R! I love you all so much! I thank you again for all your support! Let's hope I get this done by the end of the month cause it's due by then!

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The young Egyptian found Marik the next morning, a huddled bloody mass in front of his chambers, "Marik!" he rushed to his brother's side, hugging him, "Oh Ra...why did you act like that?! You suffered enough because of me!" he broke into sobs, "What will I do without you?"

Marik groaned, "Be strong Malik...be strong...you are a very strong soul. I'm sure you will fare well...I will be fine...maybe you'll spot me along the toilers... I'm most likely to be moved out of the palace today."

"Let's tell Yami! I know he will help us!"

The elder Ishtar shook his head sadly, "He may be the Pharaoh but there's only so much support he can give to us while aiding his country Malik...he can tell Seto how to treat us...but he cannot tell him what to do with us. If he wants to rid of me, it is HIS choice alone...not Yami's..." his head dropped, "I can't lie to myself anymore...ever since Bakura returned, I realized just how much I betrayed his love by hiding instead of standing by his side...I won't let that happen again," he smiled painfully, "I feel much more free, so don't worry about me, my brother. At last I can tell the truth..." his tears mingled with the younger Egyptian as he felt his soul be free, breaking from the shackles of dark words that held him back for so long.

"I..." Malik trembled, "I betrayed Jounouchi..."

"You didn't..." Marik gently brushed his brother's tears away, "You did it to spare me...I'm sure he will understand that..." his kissed the younger Egyptian's forehead, brushing away the blond strands of hair, "I love you Malik...take care of yourself...and...Bakura...he would be expecting someone to talk to."

"I love you too Marik...take care of yourself...I'll do everything I can to free you..."

"Don't get yourself into trouble; you, Jounouchi and Ryou...if it seems hopeless...leave me...Ra's gifts must come at a price...if I have to trade places with Bakura for him to be freed...please let it be...don't toy with fate...Ra's light will shine on us again someday."

Malik cried and held onto his brother.

"Thank you Shizuka," Jounouchi took the bag from his sister.

"You're welcome Jono," the girl smiled brightly, "any excuse to see you again. Infamous healer now huh? I'm so proud of you!"

Jounouchi rubbed his head sheepishly, "I couldn't have done it with all your help, tending to herbs and spices in your little garden..."

Shizuka worked in the palace gardens, living in a small shelter away from the palace with many lower ranked slaves. She worked with the healer's herbs; the garden was spelled to the perfect environment for their growth while she ensured their health. "Well of course my brother has to be the best right?"

"Anything you say sister..."

"So..." female's smile grew mischievous as she leaned in, "How is it with Malik? Is he still as handsome?"

"Of course! I bet even the underworld couldn't mar his beauty." Once at the gates he had introduced his Egyptian lover to the younger girl; she was shocked by his ravishing beauty and even more shocked to hear that they were lovers, poking fun at his brother, claiming he isn't handsome enough.

"Still as fun?"

"Shizuka!" the healer bopped his sister playfully on the head, "My! You have grown up since I last saw you! Such language!"

"We all grow up sometime, my brother. Being with people older than me, I tend to learn. The girls are always talking about night times spent with men...you think I don't know?" she grinned, "and I KNOW that you do the same with Malik!"

"Quiet you!" the blonde clamped his hand over Shizuka's mouth, "Someone may hear..."

"Sorry..." the girl whispered when the opposing hand was removed, "but your love stays the same for him?"

"Yes."

"As loyal as ever?"

"As loyal."

The gardener smiled, "I'm so happy for you!" She hugged her brother, "I'm envious!"

Jounouchi smiled, "You are still young...someone will come. Don't worry Shizuka."

"I won't!" she kissed the teen quickly on the cheek before she left.

Jounouchi shook his head as he headed back into the palace, "Girls these days..."

A small urchin ran off in the other direction.

Seto growled as he marched down the hallway; contemplating. Marik is going to be hard to replace; despite his disgusting behaviour, he was a magnificent bed slave and the envy of the palace. With the infamous Ishtar brothers separated the High Priest knew there would be questions later, but it didn't matter, he was sick of putting up with the brat.

"Come here this evening Ryou...I promise I will be back by then."

"But Yami..." Seto could hear Ryou's soft voice as he stood around the corner, out of sight, "your meeting doesn't even start yet!"

"I know...but I have to be ready first; I am the Pharaoh. I love you though...I promise these meetings will end soon.'

"I love you too Yami..."

There were some muffled noises of love that followed before a door closed and footsteps could be heard as Ryou shuffled down the halls towards his room.

A cruel smile played across Seto's features, "I think I just found my new slave..." Knowing Ryou, he will be easily reduced to nothing but a pathetic whimpering boy who would stay silent and at a command would place himself into an erotic position to be fucked dry.

When the boy disappeared behind the doors of his room the High Priest followed, eager to try out the pale teen.

When he burst through the doors without warning Ryou gave a shriek of surprise, sitting in his bath, completely nude. "S-S-Seto-sama!" the boy squeaked.

"Yes Ryou..." the man approached the tub, leaning over to gaze into the water, admiring the delicate body that lay in the steaming depths.

The boy scrambled out, his body shimmering with water, adding to his appeal, "W-what are you doing here?" he scrambled to cover his body, only to have his towel be ripped away by the High Priest, "S-Seto-sama..."

"I've been needing a new slave," he advanced towards the pale teen, towering over him, "I think you will do nicely..."

"Y-You can't! No! I'm Yami's slave!"

"Yami? You refer to him by name?" Ryou cowered as he was backed into the wall, "No slave would refer to his master by name! Obviously he freed you!" the boy's eyes widened in fear at his mistake.

"I-I'm still h-his slave!' Ryou stammered.

"But now you'll truly be mine!" with a jerk Seto reached out and flung Ryou onto the floor before dropping down next to him pinning his wrists above his head, "You will be a wonderful little whore," he said lustily.

"N-no! Please don't Seto-sama! Please! Please! No! NO!"

"Shut up whore!" he slapped the boy harshly across the face, however taking care not to inflict long term damage, knowing that if the Pharaoh saw...

In the moments of the smaller teen being stunned he shredded a strip of cloth off the nearby bed covers and tied it around the boy's wrists, binding them effectively.

"No..." tears began to shine at Ryou's eyes, beginning to spill over the edge, "Don't do this...please!"

"I will do what I please with you!" he brutally fondled the sensitive genitals, grabbing the soft sacs that hung beneath, rolling them between his fingers.

"NO! YAMI!!! YAMI!!!" the boy shrieked.

In frustration Seto hit the boy again, "Silence whore!" he murmured something beneath his breath and a watery, transparent wall appeared around them, "no one will hear you now..."

Ryou sobbed, not believing this was happening, "Seto-sama! Stop! Please stop! Please! PLEASE!!!"

Seto ignored the pleas and splayed the boy's legs wide open; wildly attack the boy's milky inner ties, biting the flesh. Moving up until he ravaged the teen's sex, his mouth insanely violating the delicate areas.

The white haired boy flung his head from side to side, not wanting the feelings. Pain rose within him and he screamed as Seto bit down hard upon his member, bruising the part immediately.

"So susceptible," Seto could feel himself becoming greatly aroused from his actions, the boy's tight entry beckoning to him, clearly visible from his spread legs, "so beautiful!"

The boy's sobs sounded like music to his sadistic ears, relishing the sounds of pain and pitiful begging that was coming from the boy's mouth. "Please...please! I don't want this! Stop!!!"

"You don't have to want it...as a slave it doesn't matter!" the High Priest's cold blue eyes glowed with a power hungry gaze as he removed his robes, "I want to fuck you, you slut!"

Ryou whimpered at the size of the older man's arousal, "Don't...please…no...NO!" he shrieked in pain, an thousand knives searing into his passage as Seto tore into him dry. His body instinctively tensed, intensifying the pain as his opening was shredded from the friction.

"Oh so tight!" Seto gasped at the raw rubbing against the tight entrance clenching around his arousal, "so hot!" He moaned as he pounded mercilessly into the frail body, the feeling of blood beginning to coat the other boy's thighs, arousing his further as he slammed deep into him.

"S-Seto-sama! Ah! Stop! Please! Ah! AH!" Ryou screamed, his body being jostled violently at each thrust, each a knife stab.

With a sudden jerk Seto exploded into the smaller body, but he didn't stop thrusting until he was completely spent, and came crashing upon Ryou.

Ryou sobbed in pain and winced as Seto pulled out of his body, leaving him on the floor.

"Don't you DARE tell anyone of this," Seto said, malice dripping from his threat, "or I will see to it that the ones you love most will die…"

The small boy curled up and sobbed, the blood pooling around him as he lay still, hating himself for letting this happen, and hating himself for the helplessness he feels, silenced by the words of the High Priest, unable to seek help.

Yami immediately noticed Ryou's limp and red mark on his face when the boy went to see him that evening. "What happened, my love?" he opened his arms to his smaller lover. Ryou collapsed into the embrace, but the Pharaoh didn't get quite the reaction he expected; the teen quickly curled up and hid his face, avoiding eye contact nor replying. "Ryou…?"

"I'm just tired…I…I accidentally fell down some stairs today…that's all..." there was hesitance in the boy's voice.

"At least you don't seem to be sustaining any major injury, I'm glad," he stroked Ryou's hair, surprised when the boy flinched a bit as if he was scared of him, "The meeting didn't go too well…Seto was late; he seemed to be a little distracted today, but he didn't say anything. I haven't gotten to see Malik, Marik or Jounouchi either…I wonder how they are faring…did you see them today?"

"N-no…" the boy stammered, failing to mask the fear that was beginning to thread through his voice, "I stayed in my room…I was tired…"

"Ryou, what is the matter?" Yami noticed the fault in Ryou's story and tilted the boy's head up, but Ryou still looked downwards, "I know there is something wrong, don't hide it from me…"

"N-nothing Yami…please…just let it be…"

"You are afraid of something…did something happen to you?! Ryou! Tell me for Ra's sake! I'm here to help you! Not hurt you!"

Ryou cringed and hid, knowing that if Seto gets even one step ahead of his Master, someone is going to die… "You can't…it's alright…nothing happened…Yami please…"

The guilt of lying was written all over the boy's porcelain features, and Yami shook him a bit in pent up frustration, having enough during the meetings already; he didn't expect another stressful situation like this to come up, "Ryou! You lie! How could you lie to me Ryou! Don't you trust me?! Tell me what's wrong! Ryou!"

"I-I-I can't…" the boy whimpered, shrugging away from the Pharaoh's arms.

The older teen howled in aggravation, shoving the smaller teen violently away from him. Ryou gave a cry and fell off the bed, landing on the floor on his backside, where he uttered another cry and curled up in a fetal position, shuddering. "How can you do this to me? Ryou! I've tried my hardest to gain your trust and all of a sudden you turn your back on me!" He knew he shouldn't be yelling, but the stress laid upon the Pharaoh was just too much, "Get out…"

"I'm sorry Yami…I-"

"GET OUT!"

With a sob Ryou fled from the room.

Yami groaned and held his head, cursing himself for his temper.

It has been two suns…

Yami had never seen a face other than those of his Council's since that night, avoiding Ryou at all costs.

The fate of Marik remained unknown to Ryou and the Pharaoh…

Ryou has stayed in his room, feelings of dread washing over his fate, cursing his life. Seto had come everyday early in the morning or sometimes after the sun was down. At a harsh command he would spread his legs and put on acts to please the High Priest, whether it was displaying an erotic pose or masturbating before being roughly taken.

"Wider you whore!"

Ryou whimpered as tried to open his legs further, his finger probing as his entry.

"Yes…good whore…touch yourself…yes…" Seto was masturbating as he watched Ryou stretch into commanded poses and felt himself.

Ryou felt tears sliding down his cheeks, further arousing the other man, as he slid his finger deep into himself. His other hand pumping his erection, forced erect through unwanted pleasure.

"Enough…" Seto got up and walked over, grabbing Ryou's thighs, "You don't need so much preparation, you are a slut…a whore." Then he plunged into him.

"Why me? If Isis have had mercy on me…Why me? Why me again?"

A day later Seto called for Malik. The Egyptian was surprised to be summoned to the Great Hall instead of the man's bedchambers. Surely the High Priest didn't want to have sex with him there.

"You called Master?" Malik's voice held a gloomy note, still hurt with the fate of his brother.

"I called to give you your final lesson," Seto sat on his throne out of the seven for the Council. No one else was present except for him and his slave, "a lesson that will show you how the consequences of betraying your Master…"

"I have learned my final lesson Master," the tanned teen said bitterly, tears stinging his eyes, "I've lost my brother…I probably will never see him again now that we are separated by the palace walls…what else is there for me? I can only serve you now, my Master…"

"Very good," the High Priest drawled, pleased with the results of how his exotic whore was now behaving. "However, I feel that it is about time you learned the truth about disobeying my orders. I was given the divine right by the Pharaoh to discipline you in anyway I want…provided I didn't hurt you; to date I have kept this promise have I not?"

"You have kept your word my Master…" Malik looked down, trying to hide his tears from flowing. Even Jounouchi couldn't heal his mental pain…he could endure the physical pain when being beaten, but now it's gone… "So why must you punish me now? I have been a good slave…"

"And you have been…that's why I am to ensure that you will remain MY slave forever!"

At a bark from the elder man there was a rustling of robes from servants who came in. Malik, from looking at their feet, could tell that something was being placed at Seto-sama's at the foot of the throne. He could hear two gold platters clink on the floor.

"Your final lesson…those all who betray me…"

Malik's violet eyes gazed up at the two platters and immediately screamed.

On the plate lay Jounouchi's head.

Beside it, his brother's.

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