Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seraph ❯ Chapter 9

Warning: Tendershipping with Ryou seme

 

This is AU, seriously so

 

:blah: = hikari to yami telepathy

 

-blah- = yami to hikari telepathy

 

“You understand then.” Yugi guessed that he did. Ryou seemed to have become even more vicious in protecting Bakura than Yami'd ever been in protecting him, no wonder Bakura didn't want his lover to have an excuse to hurt someone for stealing from him. It was unnerving to say the least, the idea of having anything in common with the Tomb Robber, but...

 

He focused on his lessons to distract himself from that idea, succeeding so well that he was surprised when it was time for lunch. The gang gathered round Ryou and Bakura, making sure that no one had the chance to harass them - or the chance to harass Bakura more likely...Ryou'd picked up a reputation for being incredibly violent when Bakura was upset by someone - or even when someone got too close to him. And the story about the fighter he claimed he'd killed or crippled two years ago was all over the school so even the bullies were starting to give both of the white-haired boys a wide birth.

 

“For the final time, I don't mind that Seraph-sama decided to have my scar reopened and stitched up with garnets. He used his magic to heal me afterwards, and since it is a scar that got cut up - hence dead nerves - it didn't exactly hurt.” Bakura shrugged as he spoke, frustrated enough to actually look directly at everyone, instead of keeping his eyes cast down the way he usually did. Yugi could feel Yami's pleasure at that, mixed with his displeasure at what Bakura was saying.

 

“I meant to ask you yesterday, why were you two at `the Compound' anyway Bakura-san, Ryou-kun?”

 

“I got a tribunal hearing about the drugs Solar forced on Shadow, scheduled for Saturday afternoon. A tribunal hearing's probably our equivalent of a civil court case. A representative of each branch, ranking equal to or higher than the accuser and the accused and the Sponsors of both sit on the tribunal...it's almost unheard of for two Adepts with the same Sponsor to feel the need for a tribunal hearing. Since Shadow's my Consort I'm allowed to demand a tribunal hearing on his behalf, even if he's an Adept in his own right as well. We had evidence enough to win, but I forgot that Solar could demand a combat trial against Shadow instead of me, to determine his punishment.”

 

“Combat trial? What's that?” Jounouchi voiced my own question. Bakura touched Ryou's arm for a moment, then answered when he nodded permission.

 

“It's basically a ritual combat. The representative for the Children of the Fallen oversees it, and victory must be obvious. Seraph-sama did insist that even had I lost and survived a spell would be cast on Solar to render him incapable of bringing me into their rivalry. But...” He ducked his head, smiling slightly as he spoke. “he'd forgotten about my Shadow Magic, and how it doesn't work right for testing. I used `Swords of Revealing Light' to pin Solar in place, then sealed his soul into a card until everything was arranged for his household to be brought into Seraph-sama's. We got a live-in maid out of it too, she was one of Solar's two concubines, the more confident of the two, and she knows how to clean leather, so we won't have to send that out anymore either.”

 

“We won't be able to once we start to Work again anyway.” Ryou pulled Bakura against him, stroking his hair gently. “I know Solar's household is small, only two concubines and no servants, but he's only five years older than I am, and neither of us felt the need for personal servants. My household was even smaller, just my Consort, but I established my household first by claiming Shadow. Solar took his concubines in direct response to that. Now I've switched their designation to servants, which gives them less status but more security.”

 

-Aibou, is he saying that concubines could be discarded without consideration?-

 

:I don't know, I'll ask.: Yugi didn't like that idea either. “More security, how?”

 

“While we're expected to provide a `dowry' for any concubine we tire of, enough for them to either make a good marriage if they choose to or set up their own business or buy an annuity sometimes, it doesn't always work out for them. Often dismissed concubines don't know how to do things like budget properly and get into financial trouble. The usual `dowry' is the average of the fee for the last five times the Adept in question Worked. So if I had to dowry a concubine now I'd be giving him somewhere in the region of half a million dollars. Servants can't be dismissed from your household and must be provided for until they die or ask to leave. In those circumstances they're given what a years wages in the same job would be elsewhere.”

 

“Oh.” That sounded reasonable, even generous. “You never explained exactly what happened to this Solar.”

 

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“You never explained exactly what happened to this Solar.” Bakura looked at Yugi from beneath his lashes at that question. Everyone else had been distracted by his description of the combat trial, and the mention of concubines. He couldn't help but wonder what Yugi suspected had happened to him.

 

-Seraph-sama, we could use this to gauge how he feels about us?- It really wasn't Bakura's place to make such a suggestion, but...

 

:Well thought.: Seraph seemed to approve, a relief. “Why don't you tell me what you think happened to Solar Yugi? Remember, what he did to Shadow left him damn near helpless. And don't forget that he was almost raped the first day he came to school.” Bakura thought that was an overstatement, but he was hardly going to disagree with his owner. Yugi got that vague look in his eyes that meant he was talking to Yami.

 

“Mou hitori no boku thinks that you might have had him killed, because of what you said about having his household brought into yours, but if that happened wouldn't Bakura have just left his soul sealed in that card?” That was impressive, the teenager catching the subtle cue in his word choice, a cue he hadn't even noticed, and one his other half had ignored to focus on the other, more blatant, cue. “And I can't imagine you having him killed, since he wasn't attacking you.”

 

“You're not exactly right there. He's been trying to kill me for nine years, I've just been good enough to avoid it. But I didn't have the right to demand that he fight me over this, and that's the only way I'd be allowed to kill him, or have him killed.” Bakura didn't think the teenagers wanted to hear Seraph's blunt assessment of the situation, but Jounouchi seemed to understand at least. “What I demanded was crueller in many ways. He's...there's been a spell put on him that turned him into Shadow's slave. He still has his mind and sense of self, but he can't ever disobey any order Shadow gives him and he can't ever hurt Shadow, or even defend himself against him.”

 

“You've left him helpless?”

 

“That's sick!”

 

“You sure he deserves that?”

 

“You're leaving him totally in Bakura's power?” Of course it would be Yugi who'd mention his distrust of Bakura, while Jounouchi sounded as if he'd accept Seraph's decision if he answered yes.

 

“Shadow is hardly going to waste his time abusing Solar.” Bakura put a hand on Seraph's arm, wordlessly asking to be permitted to explain himself. “He can explain for you.”

 

“Solar had found that I was a vulnerable point for Seraph-sama, he wasn't going to give that up, not if he could avoid it, so a permanent solution was required, but the only way he could be killed over it was in the combat trial - and Seraph-sama did not instruct me to do so. Yes, even if I'd lost he would have been bound from using me that way, but without a demonstration of the severe consequences of using me that way, including the fact that Seraph-sama only took Solar's rivalry with him seriously when he tried to harm me, it would have left the possibility of others using me the same way. We left Solar at the Compound. Basically he's living the life a lot of concubines have to live, certainly that his concubines had to live, except that neither of us finds him desirable enough to bed - and I wouldn't be permitted to bed him even if I wished it - and he's allowed to Work if both Seraph-sama and I grant permission.” Bakura shrugged, carefully. “It's a useful extra source of income. On another topic Yugi-dono, you should wear the weighted wrist and ankle bands I gave you at least four days out of the week, preferably all day from when you wake until you go to sleep. After a while you won't even notice them.”

 

“Do I have to Bakura-san?” He sounded unhappy with the idea, but Bakura knew it would help improve his strength, and later his ki-abilities.

 

“It would be better - but if you'd rather not then I cannot force you Yugi-dono. It is an easy way to build your strength though - comparatively easy anyway.”

 

“Compared to what?” Jounouchi sounded almost insulted for some reason.

 

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-That's a good question aibou.- Yami didn't remember how he'd learned to fight, but he couldn't see how Bakura considered carrying those weights around all day `easy'. They weren't that heavy, but heavy enough to tire Yugi if he wore them all day.

 

“They're a lot lighter than you'd use for a focused weight-lifting session Yugi-dono, and it means that you don't have to take time away from your usual routine to actively work on improving your strength. When Seraph-sama was first training me to fight beside him I was required to wear a weighted vest that massed as much as I did, and that was in addition to doing all the training he thought was needed.” As soon as he'd spoken Shadow cast his eyes down and fell silent as if he thought he'd said too much. It was still unnerving even after nearly a month to get used to dealing with Shadow, even at second hand, rather than Yami no Bakura. Nice, Ra knew that Shadow was a lot more pleasant to be around than Yami no Bakura had ever been, but still unnerving, especially how he acted as if he were inferior to everyone but Yami.

 

“I'll be exhausted by the end of the day then.” Yugi seemed unhappy about that, and Yami rushed to assure him of his love and support, with emotions rather than words. “How did you manage to deal with carrying so much weight about with you and train as well?”

 

“It wasn't that hard. Remember I was used to using Shadow Magic to enhance my strength anyway, and even then I was as strong as I'd been back when I lived before. It isn't that hard for a strong adult man to carry an eight year old boy, for a while anyway, and even then it would be more the awkwardness than the weight that would cause problems. It made me stronger and improved my ability to use ki, since Seraph-sama blocked me from using Shadow Magic once he'd shown me how to access my ki. Even though I didn't and still don't have the same ki-reserves he has, and couldn't draw on ki as well as I could on Shadow Magic it was enough to help. If you don't figure out how to use your ki to enhance your strength by yourself within a month I'll teach you that. But we should start with nerve pinches and that sort of thing.”

 

“On that subject...here.” Seraph raked around in his bag for a few moments before handing a booklet over to Yugi. “This shows some of the more effective and accessible places to use a nerve pinch as well as how to locate them. I suggest you study it as much as you can, and practise if you can find anyone who's willing to let you try this out on them.” This was something Yami could help with.

 

-Aibou, you are free to test these new skill on me inside my soul room or yours.- It didn't matter if it would hurt, and Shadow wouldn't be pushing this as the first thing for Yugi to learn if it couldn't cause a lot of pain from what he'd said to Hitaka-san, as long as it help make Yugi stronger and more independent.

 

:Will that work mou hitori no boku? And...I don't want to hurt you.: But Yugi's concern for him had come second, not first, Yami was sure that once Yugi would said he didn't want to hurt him before he worried about how well it would work - if he worried about how well it would work at all. It didn't matter, and Yami pushed the idea from his mind before he answered.

 

-Aibou, I don't mind being hurt if it would help you. And besides, from what Shadow and Seraph said when they admitted what they were I'll heal almost instantly in my soul room. But in my soul room I feel real to myself, and if something works in my soul room, or yours it will work in the real world too.-

 

“I'll test you on them at the end of the month. I suppose we could bring in Solar to play victim for you during the test, but in our training sessions you'll be using the nerve pinches on me.” Shadow interrupted their internal conversation, still with his eyes cast down submissively.

 

“Alright Bakura-san. I don't mind hurting you.” That was...somewhat unnerving to hear from Yugi.

 

“You'll need to practise between lessons. And besides, it doesn't hurt for long, or really that much to me. I've got a pretty high pain threshold now, it's something Seraph-sama had built into me when this body was made.”

 

-So you see, it will be fine for you to practise on me between lessons.- Yami wasn't sure why he was so eager to let Yugi hurt him, but...if it would help his aibou, that was what mattered.

 

:Thank you mou hitori no boku.: Yami basked in the gratitude Yugi was sending him across their link. “I will Bakura-san.”

 

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Ryou jumped down into his back garden, Shadow following him, and quickly checked the snares, leaving them since they were all empty. They'd been empty every time he checked for over a week and he had the feeling they'd just about snared all the rabbits they were going to get from this area for a while, and if he still didn't catch anything with the snares by Saturday he'd take them in and store them.

 

:Shadow, come here.: He'd found a nice secluded spot where he didn't think anyone would be able to see them - and besides, it wasn't as if Shadow needed to start cooking, he'd told Rukaiya to have a meal ready for the three of them at five. When his Consort obeyed, with a delicious reluctance, he pulled the weaker teen into his arms, and began slowly removing the uniform he was wearing. Shadow froze for a second, then he began to struggle, just a little.

 

“Please, Seraph-sama, not here.” It wasn't a serious protest, but Ryou decided to act as if it was. He paused, holding Shadow in place, one hand half inside his pants.

 

“Don't worry, my pet. No one can see us from outside our grounds, and you don't really think it would bother Rukaiya to see me making love to you.” Shadow melted at those words, he was so needy emotionally, clinging to any scrap of affection or praise Ryou gave him, but Ryou did love Shadow, and he was proud to have such a beautiful and talented Consort. “And I'll use a glamor to keep prying eyes from us if it'll make you feel better.” It was worth casting the minor spell to comfort Shadow. He kissed Shadow, demanding that the other open his mouth for him, distracting his Consort while Ryou stripped him, finally laying him down on the ground.

 

“Undress me, slowly.” Shadow rose to his knees to obey, showing every evidence of pleasure now that his fears of being observed had been soothed. He started with the jacket, and then, once he began to reveal Ryou's skin when he started on the shirt he began kissing Ryou's skin as he exposed it. Ryou knew that his Consort preferred slow foreplay, and lots of build up, because it made him feel loved, and Ryou didn't mind indulging him once in a while. Once he was naked he pushed Shadow back down to the ground again, and took his mouth, exploring it with his tongue, refusing to allow him any control - not that Shadow tried to take any control without explicit orders by now. The only thing Shadow tried to do to encourage him was to open his legs, to make access easier for him. But Ryou didn't have any lube with him, and he would not hurt his Consort during sex. Besides, there were other things they could do, things that were just as enjoyable for them both.

 

He nudged Shadow's legs a bit closer together, earning a confused look from his Consort, silencing him with a finger to his lips as he made to speak. Then he turned his attention to his own position, aligning their hips to give just the right amount of friction, and thrusting. Shadow gasped in shock, they hadn't done this for a long time, and right now Ryou couldn't remember why not. Shadow had somehow managed to half sit up, bracing himself with his hands beside his hips, and Ryou allowed it, only using one hand to steady himself, and wrapping the other around both their dicks for more stimulation.

 

Then he finally remembered to share what he was feeling with Shadow, forcing their bond open so that they could each feel the other's pleasure, the way he did when taking his Consort, and they climaxed together.

 

He kissed Shadow gently, and pulled him to his feet, removing all evidence of what they'd been doing with a routine spell.

 

“Did you enjoy that Shadow?”

 

“Y-yes Seraph-sama.” Ryou could understand Shadow's hesitance; he hardly ever bothered asking whether his Consort enjoyed what they did, it didn't actually matter how he felt about it, and they both knew that.

 

“More than what we normally do?”

 

“Normally do, Seraph-sama? I don't understand. This is something we hadn't done for a while, but you've never been unimaginative enough that I could say we normally do anything. I enjoy everything you do with me, you make sure of that.” He smiled at Ryou, adoration in his eyes as always and he decided to ask just one more question before dismissing the matter.

 

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“Was it better than when I take you?” Bakura cursed mentally, there was no right answer to that. Yes would insult and hurt Seraph, and so would no.

 

“I felt the same sense of connection with you that I always do. The physical doesn't matter besides that Seraph-sama.” His hikari laughed at that, and reached out to run a hand through his hair affectionately.

 

“You are sweet at times Shadow.” Bakura knew better than to protest Seraph's sometimes condescending attitude, besides he loved him and didn't think anything could change that. “Get dressed so I can drop that glamor.”

 

It wasn't that being naked bothered Bakura - in his time it wasn't exactly uncommon for people not to wear clothes at all if they couldn't afford it - but the reminder that they'd just had sex in the garden sent him scrambling for his clothes. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but having sex in public reminded him too much of the times he'd had no choice, when his rapists had taken him without concern for who was watching. All Seraph did was pick up his own clothes, he would probably fuck Bakura in front of all the Adepts without a qualm if he felt a need to. Rukaiya made it worse when she greeted them - it was all too obvious that the only thing she found strange about what had just happened was that Bakura had dressed again afterwards.

 

“My Shadow is very modest. It's worth putting up with that for what a good lay he is, and that he always had the potential to be trained as an Adept.” Seraph thought it was funny, Bakura didn't, but he knew he couldn't object. “Let's take a shower together,” Seraph was plucking a bit of leaf from Bakura's hair as he spoke. “I think we need to get clean, and Rukaiya won't have a meal ready for a while anyway.”

 

Seraph insisted on washing Bakura from head to toe himself, but he didn't initiate sex again, or let Bakura wash him, and Bakura had to fight back his disappointment. Then, Seraph made a point of getting out of the shower first, drying himself off, and then holding out a fresh towel for Bakura to step into. It made Bakura feel as if Seraph cared for him as more than a convenient body, the way most Consorts and concubines were treated. It was these occasional touches of tenderness and consideration that had made Bakura fall in love with Seraph after he'd been broken and given his own body.

 

Bakura let his master dress him like a doll in a formal kimono, unsure as to why Seraph wanted to do that, but willing to comply anyway, and then they did their homework together until Rukaiya told them that the meal was ready. But she'd only set two places at the table, and as she turned to leave after serving them Seraph caught hold of her by the wrist.

 

“Why aren't you eating with us? You did yesterday when my Shadow cooked.” And this morning they'd been gone before she woke up. Seraph had given her instructions on what she was to do every week before they'd gone to bed yesterday, the only time available. They'd left her at the Compound to collect everything she wanted to keep with her, and had her delivered here mid-afternoon on Sunday. Bakura suddenly got an idea of what her answer might be.

 

“That was before I'd started my duties. I didn't realise I was supposed to eat with you.”

 

“Well you are, so go and get your own plate and cutlery.” Since the meal was all served in one pot set in the centre of the table that was all she needed, and Bakura had to wonder if she'd intended to only eat after they'd finished or if she had something else planned.

 

“Yes Seraph-sama.” When she returned Rukaiya kept her head bowed, carefully submissive, as if she was trying to apologise for her misunderstanding without words.

 

“You didn't do anything wrong Rukaiya. Seraph-sama is just a lot more generous than most Adepts would be.” Seraph seemed to be amused by that, and shook his head, reaching out to lift Rukaiya's chin.

 

“Shadow is being overgenerous to me, but no, you aren't in trouble. Now, eat some of this delicious meal you prepared for us.” And it was delicious, nothing like the sort of meals Bakura had focused on in learning how to cook, and a lot better prepared than what he'd cooked when he had the food available back in Egypt.

 

“Seraph-sama, perhaps we should invite your friends over for a meal tomorrow, I got the impression that some of them were unhappy about how your household has changed, and this is very different to anything I know how to cook.”

 

“You can make the arrangements then, if you think it's a good idea.” Bakura smiled at the casual permission Seraph gave him, enjoying the implied confidence in him.

 

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