Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seraph ❯ Chapter 2

Warning: Tendershipping with Ryou seme

 

Also, issues of consent are first mentioned in this chapter.

 

Also, the last section's mostly lemon, so you can ignore it if you've got an aversion to that sort of thing. You'll lose out on a bit of character development mind.

 

This is AU, seriously so

 

:blah: = hikari to yami telepathy

 

-blah- = yami to hikari telepathy

 

“He was an adult?” Jounouchi interrupted Seraph's description of their first meeting and Bakura fought the urge to flinch. He hadn't done anything or spoken out of turn he reminded himself, but he still kept his eyes and attention on his meal. He'd missed far too many meals in his first life to ever let something as petty as emotional trauma, as listening to his master skim over how he'd broken him, keep him from eating.

 

“Yes, until I got him a body of his own he appeared in our soul rooms and the Ring's power structure as he was when he was killed. Anyway, he asked me who I was, I pissed him off to goad him into attacking me, and then I defeated him, and left him with the sort of injury I inflicted on the idiot who wanted to molest him just now.”

 

“How did you manage that?” Yugi sounded astounded by that.

 

“Every six months since I became an Adept of the Fairest I'd undergone delta standard testing. That involves `killing' five mystical constructs the equivalent of black belts in martial arts. And I already had access to magic of my own. Besides, as a hikari confronting my yami the Ring aided me against him.”

 

“What?” Yugi couldn't be that ignorant, could he?

 

:You explain it to him, he might take it better from you.: Bakura reluctantly tore his attention away from his food. He hadn't wanted to speak about this, it was too humiliating, and besides he really didn't mind when his master talked around him like he was furniture or something else incapable of understanding.

 

“In any combat on a metaphysical plain there are two factors, strength of will, and where it takes place. If the opponents are yami and hikari linked to the same Millennium Item the Item in question will be a third factor in favour of the hikari. Seraph-sama has always been stronger of will than I, and the Ring supported him, so it didn't matter that we were in my soul room, my place of power.” Bakura looked at his hikari in a silent plea to be permitted to return to eating.

 

“Anyway, since a cracked sternum in the physical world will leave you in a hospital bed for weeks I just left him there and explored the Ring's magic. That's when I learned how far you can go in the soul rooms, and how swift recovery is there, because he tried to take control of my body. I used what I'd learned from Puppeteer to stop him, went to his soul room, dragged him out and to my soul room, then I stuck him in a sensory deprivation chamber.”

 

“What's that?” It was a reasonable question, Bakura knew what Seraph was talking about from the context, but the others wouldn't. And described, it didn't sound as bad as it was, so it was unlikely to put them off their food.

 

“It's...I can't really describe what it is, just what it did to me. I couldn't see, hear, smell, taste, or even feel anything until Seraph-sama let me out. I lost track of time there, really badly, I thought I spent days there, that first time.” And he had on occasion, even if it was `just' hours the first time. “When he let me out he told me that since I used Shadow Magic I would be answering to the name Shadow in the future.” Bakura fiddled uncomfortably with his chopsticks as he spoke. “I...called him a brat, and told him that my name was Bakura. When he told me that it didn't matter I attacked him again, and lost again,” actually Seraph hadn't bothered with waiting for Bakura to attack, just killed him, beat him to death, and told him to address him as Seraph-sama, then killed him another five or six times, “then he put me back there.”

 

Seraph took over then. “I made sure he was aware when I underwent delta enhanced testing, and when I Worked, and by the end of six months he knew his place.” Six months where he was either being killed, in that terrible place that drove him insane, or watching as his hikari slaughtered people. “I began working on a spell to give him his own body as soon as I knew what he was of course, but when I figured it out I'd just passed my third delta enhanced testing, and I learned that I'd only have access to what I needed for my spell if I took gamma standard testing. So I started the spell six months later, and a month after that Bakura had his own body, the same age as mine. I immediately started training him to fight as my back-up, so that I could make him my Consort at my next assessment.” Bakura could see the others doing the math, that the two of them would have been eight at the time, and quickly explained.

 

“He wanted a Consort as a status symbol, and as a playmate who wouldn't be too scared of him to be any fun more than anything else. And...he gave me the option of being free from the Ring.” It hadn't been a true choice for Bakura, but they didn't need to know that.

 

--0--

 

Bakura was terrified and confused. His master had put him into the Timeless Place for the first time in over a year, and he hadn't done anything wrong. Then when he was released he wasn't in his hikari's soul room, he was in a weird place with lots of awful metal things, and he was covered with some sort of slime he'd never seen before. It wasn't his master bringing him out either, it was a group of men who belonged to The Children of the Fairest, and his body was all wrong. He'd caught a glimpse of himself in one of the polished metal things, and he looked the same age as his master, but he felt stronger than he'd been at that age. That didn't matter, he was still naked, and a child, surrounded by grown men, he knew what that could lead to, and he cowered in the best shelter he could find, in the angle where the metal thing he'd come out of met the wall.

 

The men seemed to find that funny, and one of them tossed a towel and a robe at him.

 

“Dry yourself off and put that on kid. None of us would risk touching an Adept's property. How he managed to get a vanity clone with a personality...” Bakura hesitantly obeyed, watching the men warily as they talked and laughed among themselves.

 

“However he did it he has good taste, he's gonna grow up a stunner, and so'll this one.”

 

“Pity about the scar. Can't understand why he wanted it.”

 

Bakura felt a little bit better when he had something on. But he wanted to panic again when a new man poked his head though the door.

 

“Seraph's pet project ready to go yet?”

 

“That's him over there.” The man grabbed hold of Bakura, and began to try to drag him out of the room. He fought the man's grip, and found himself winning, he didn't know how, until one of the first group of men stuck something in him, and he found himself collapsing. The man who'd tried to drag him away picked him up then, and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him like that through metal lined tunnels, until he came to one particular door. The room through that door looked a bit like a pharaoh's burial chamber, except there was a bed instead of a sarcophagus, a bed he was thrown onto and left on.

 

He heard the sound of a lock after the man closed the door and he wondered what the point was. He couldn't move anyway, he was trying. He could sort of sense the Millennium Ring, but only in that it was a hell of a distance away.

 

He didn't know how much later it was that Seraph arrived, stepping through a door made of light that appeared on one wall.

 

“They had to drug you to get you here? Good. It means you have spirit my pet.” He sat beside Bakura on the bed and began to run his hands over the thief's body, but when he was finished Bakura could move again.

 

“S-seraph-sama? What happened?”

 

“I got you a body, my pet. Now, you have a choice. First, there is a Shadow Magic spell that will sever your link to the Ring. If you me to then I'll teach you how to use it, and arrange for you to get a legal identity, then you'll be on your own.” He'd survived on his own this young back in Egypt, but...he didn't know enough about this modern world to do that again. “Or, I can take care of you, but the price of that is you spend the next five months training your ass off, and test alongside me at my next assessment, to become my Consort.” Consort? Bakura began scrambling away from him on the bed, until he was huddled up against the wall. That means sex! But he's too young! Ra, in this body I'm too young. He could remember how much it had hurt when he lost his virginity the first time, at twelve, in exchange for not being handed over for judgement when he'd been caught. The man had used some oil at least, but he'd still been hurting for weeks afterwards. “Don't look so terrified, Shadow. I'm a bit young to have those sort of desires. What I'd want in a Consort is a playmate, someone who won't leave me, or be too scared of me to be any fun, and a status symbol. It will impress people that I've planned ahead, and have someone ready for when I start to feel those urges, someone who'll be clean and who'll know his place. If you took the first option you'd still have some Shadow Magic,” That was something, at least, even if he wasn't sure how much Shadow Magic he could use at the moment. “but not as much as you have now. Think about it, I'll give you an hour to decide.”

 

“I don't need an hour to decide, Seraph-sama.” Bakura swallowed uncomfortably. “I'll train to be your Consort.”

 

--0--

 

“I don't know how Seraph-sama managed it, but when I first got this body it was precisely as strong as my old body, when I was killed and trapped in the Ring. He was still stronger of course, and he always will be. I spent the next five months learning to fight alongside him, and to integrate Shadow Magic into combat, as his back-up, and then we had to `kill' fifty magical constructs of black belt level in martial arts. That was gamma enhanced testing, although Seraph-sama was still counted as gamma standard.” Bakura smiled, a genuine smile, not his usual smirks, as he made the next revelation. “That's when he gave me my first collar, it was a platinum mesh, with a ruby set into the buckle, and the tag was a two dimensional version of this.” He reached up to touch the angel hanging from his collar and looked meaningfully at Yugi. “You might want to think about what sort of tag you're going to put on your yami if and when he gets his own body.” Bakura shut his eyes then, and snuggled into Ryou's chest, obviously he wasn't going to say anything else.

 

“I...Yami isn't a slave! And I'm not going to let you tell me that he is!”

 

-Thank you aibou.- Yami sounded grateful - and more than a little surprised. Yugi couldn't understand how his other half could let the accusations Bakura'd made affect him so much, but he wouldn't get angry at Yami.

 

:You're mou hitori no boku, I could never hurt you. But...we need to talk about what they're claiming, when we're alone.:

 

“Is that collar you're wearing your fashion sense, or his? I think he knows what he's meant to be, even if he denies it. Anyway, Shadow learned about modern security methods, and how to apply his old skills in the modern world, but I never took him along when I Worked.”

 

“Erm? What does Worked mean? You're making it sound weird.” Jounouchi asked the question Yugi wanted to.

 

“It means assassinated people.” Bakura glanced up as he spoke, before burying his head back into Ryou's chest as the younger boy smiled and stroked his hair. Ryou was an assassin! Yugi quelled his instinctive panic, reminding himself that the white haired boy had spent the last year being beaten up more often and worse than he had been.

 

“Shadow told me about his past, and when we learned about you and the Millennium Puzzle I offered him the chance to attempt to gather the Items together and lay his people to rest as best he could. We had a year before he was due to be assessed as my Consort again, and I was beta enhanced by then, so there was no way he'd be able to survive as my back-up at that level. So I declared that I was taking a year for intensive training, and had a set of power binders made for me, that would last a year, and during that year could be activated and deactivated by Shadow alone. The bruises and cuts you saw were from my training, when Shadow deactivated the power binders and supplied me with a duel monster to spar with. Because I was wearing the power binders my power struggled against them, to manifest and increased far more rapidly than usual, a similar process to weight training.

 

“When the time came for us to be assessed I gave Shadow the choice of being assessed as a delta enhanced Adept Consort, or a gamma standard Adept Consort - they both mean that he's an Adept in his own right, but he remains my Consort, as opposed to my Sponsored.”

 

-Aibou- Yami had never sounded this hesitant before, for a second Yugi felt a flash of pure rage, rage that made Yami quail, he could feel it. -why is Ryou letting us know what he is? He could have kept it a secret, told us that Bakura was gone and none of us would know the difference.-

 

:Good question, Yami, you do know I wasn't mad at you?:

 

-Yes, but...you've never been that angry at anything before. And I have changed since you first completed the puzzle.- So he was afraid at least one of those accusations were true.

 

“Why are you telling us all of this now? Why not just let us think Bakura was destroyed? And why did you fight against him even a little bit if you approved of his plans?”

 

“I'm sick of playing the little innocent, it was fun, and I liked having friends who weren't scared of me, but I want people to respect me instead of seeing me as a target. And I wanted to use this time to strengthen Shadow too, so he'd be able to gain a decent rank in his own right, as an Adept Consort he only needs to be assessed once a year, so I might be able to get him up to gamma enhanced in two assessments. I doubt he'll ever be better than beta standard, but he's mine, and gamma standard's when we get a lot of privileges.” He cocked his head to one side for a moment. “We need to get back to class now.”

 

--0--

 

Ryou made sure to keep an arm protectively around Shadow as they made their way back to the classroom, casually breaking the wrist of the first idiot to reach out to touch him. He couldn't really blame people for wanting to touch his beautiful Consort, but Shadow was his property, and he wasn't going to share. Still...the jewellery was an added temptation, and Shadow was weak at the moment, so...

 

“You don't have to wear the jewellery tomorrow if you don't want to.” Shadow gasped in shock at that, and looking at him Ryou saw his hand had flown to his collar. “The collar isn't jewellery, and it's not coming off ever if I can help it, but we've got P.E. tomorrow, so you'll be wearing your hair in a simple braid.”

 

“Tied off with a red ribbon, Seraph-sama?” Shadow smiled at him, teasingly, as he asked the question. But he knew that even if it looked ridiculous his Consort would use a red ribbon to tie his braid if Ryou told him to.

 

“Tempting, but no. Just use a simple hair tie. Would you prefer some cheap silver jewellery for school?” He didn't like the idea, but silver would make him less of a target.

 

“I...that still surprises me,” he laughed quietly, “the term `cheap silver', even after seven years I still think of silver as more precious than gold, the way it was back in my time. Anyway, I'll wear whatever you choose to put me in, you know that, Seraph-sama.” He shrugged against Ryou, unaware of how arousing the pure submission implied in his words was.

 

“No jewellery until the drugs wear off, and I'll get you some cheaper stuff for everyday wear.” It wasn't as if he couldn't afford the more expensive stuff, but there'd be questions asked, and he'd already run enough of a risk with the sort of jewels Shadow was wearing today. On the other hand, having his Consort all femmed up like this had certainly helped convince the others to take their changed behaviour seriously, and it would help separate his Consort from `the evil spirit of the Ring' in their minds.

 

Shadow didn't have time to reply before class started, and he took pity on him, resisting the temptation to keep on tormenting him with his touches. It was hard, he wasn't used to having to keep his hands to himself where his property was concerned, but Shadow had been really upset, in part because he'd responded to Ryou's touches in front of people. He just didn't get this thing Shadow had about privacy, but he'd indulge him for a while, and he focused purely on the lessons, not the temptingly close beauty.

 

He did want his Consort eager to please him as soon as they got some of the privacy he so valued though, so on the way home he kept on playing with Shadow, enjoying the way his friends reacted to that. There was something he needed to decide about his Consort anyway, something he'd put off because he hadn't felt secure enough among The Children of the Fairest, or about his Consort's survival.

 

“One of the things I like best about Shadow is his scar, it adds interest to his face.” Ryou grinned over at his friends. “Should be obvious that I like it from how I had him highlight it, huh? But I was thinking about having it reopened and stitched up with rubies in the stitching, so it's permanently emphasised. What do you all think?”

 

“Why the hell are you asking us?” Jounouchi sounded outraged, it was amusing to see the sudden protective urges they were directing at his Consort, urges they used to direct at him. “It's Bakura's face you're talking about cutting up. Isn't it his choice?”

 

“It's more of this `yamis are the property of their hikaris' rubbish, isn't it Ryou?” Yugi sounded almost accusing, no, forget the almost, he just sounded flat out accusing. “How much of what he's wearing did you force him into?”

 

“Just the jewellery and make-up. I like the way he looks with painted lips - a bit like a vampire.”

 

“Yugi-dono, please, it's part of what I agreed to when I became Seraph-sama's Consort. And...that spell to hide it would still work, so...” Shadow shrugged as he spoke. “But...I'm not sure rubies would be the best choice of jewel.”

 

“You might have a point.” They'd reached his house by then, and he let Shadow open the door for them. “See you all tomorrow.” He waved to his friends as he pushed Shadow into the house.

 

--0--

 

Bakura shivered as he felt Seraph push him into their house. He didn't understand what had earned him the reprieve Seraph had allowed him during the afternoon classes, but he'd known it had been too good to last, and from the hunger he felt over his bond with Seraph he knew the assassin was going to take him soon. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it when his master claimed him, it was just that he hated it when he had sex under the influence of any drugs. But his wishes never mattered in that, and at least it would be easy for him to relax.

 

“Strip, quickly.” As if Bakura would be stupid enough to tease without a direct order. Boots first, then the bracelets and anklets, but when he reached for the rubies in his hair Seraph took hold of his wrist. “No, leave the rubies in.” He nodded obediently and pulled his sweater over his head instead, then reached for the fly of his pants, pulling them off as quickly as he could, thanking Ra yet again that his legs were so smooth in this life, carefully not thinking about the possibility that it was something Seraph built into him when this body was made. And then he was standing naked and aroused in the middle of the hall, wondering where Seraph was going to take him this time.

 

Here? Oh, Ra. Seraph pressed Bakura up against the wall, and kissed him until the thief was dizzy, casting some sort of barely noticed spell to clean him inside as he did. He didn't even care where they were when he felt a single oiled finger slip inside him as Seraph began preparing him, he was too lost in trying to keep his knees from buckling. Seraph's other hand was exploring his torso, skimming over his ribs and teasing each nipple in turn, distracting him from the slight discomfort. His head fell back and he grabbed hold of Seraph's shoulders as the probing finger hit just...the...right spot. Seraph took the opportunity to latch onto his neck, nipping and sucking at it around his collar, hard enough that he'd have bruises later, forcing a moan of pleasure from his mouth.

 

Seraph pulled back instantly, making Bakura want to cry from the loss of his touch. :Did I hurt you Shadow?:

 

-No, Seraph-sama.- He let their link open to its fullest so Seraph would know he was telling the truth, and got another deep kiss in response. It wasn't a finger going inside him this time, it was a bit thicker, but he didn't really care what it was, until it started moving, and he lost the battle to stay upright.

 

Seraph scooped him up in his arms, carrying him upstairs as he fought against climax. It wasn't until Seraph laid him on the bed that he realised he wasn't supposed to do that.

 

“Come for me, my pet.” Seraph knelt by him watching, one hand turning Bakura's face to his as he shuddered his way to release. While he was limp Seraph changed the toy inside him for something just a bit bigger, something that still moved and stripped slowly, making a production of it. By the time Seraph had finished Bakura was hard again, hard and needy, but Seraph still made a point of preparing him to be taken, finally sliding easily into him as he wrapped his legs around his hikari's waist. Time lost meaning, as usual, and this time Seraph let him feel what he was feeling too. The overload was just too much for him to handle, and he came, again, Seraph finishing not too long after.

 

Seraph pushed up onto an elbow, just looking at him for a moment, then he brushed Bakura's tangled hair and rubies aside. “What sort of take-out do you want me to order?”

 

“Why...” He trailed off without actually asking a question, but the intent was there. Bakura had learned how to cook while he was waiting for Seraph to get old enough to demand he perform the usual function of a Consort, it had been his choice, it meant he'd be less dependent on other people, but it meant he usually prepared their meals.

 

“I can't cook to save my life, you know that.” Not to any decent standard anyway. “And I want you to rest tonight.”

 

“Thank you Seraph-sama.” He could foresee an afternoon and evening where he wouldn't be allowed to move more than a few steps without Seraph offering to carry him, but it was sweet in some ways, confining, but sweet. “Chinese perhaps?”

 

“I'll bring you some leaflets.” It would be the first time they'd had to order out in the year they'd lived in Domino City, but with the mood Seraph was in they'd probably be buying their lunches tomorrow as well.

 

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