Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silver ❯ Chapter 1

Seto smiled as he knocked on the Bakuras' door, remembering how pleased his little brother was when he realised these visits weren't business trips, but personal. Mokuba'd been overjoyed to realise that Seto had `made friends' with someone, anyone would have satisfied him he suspected. And when he'd found the records of the arrangements Seto had made to have the two of them tested for STDs he'd concluded - almost correctly - that he was considering becoming their lover. It had been rather amusing when Mokuba had insisted on talking to him about that, asking if he was sure he wanted to get involved with the two Bakuras, weren't threesomes supposed to be dangerous? He still wasn't sure whether to be amused at how protective his little brother was being, or horrified that Mokuba felt he needed to protect him emotionally.

 

He didn't have any more time to muse on the subject when Silver opened the door, stepping to one side to invite him in without words. At first Seto had been uncomfortable around Silver outside of a scene, since he never spoke without explicit permission, and when he did speak it was usually two or three words, followed by `Master', but now that Bakura trusted him enough to allow his core self to show unmixed he found any addition of Touzokuou more disturbing. It was far harder for him to see how Touzokuou was built from Bakura's core self than to see how Silver was, even if at times Touzokuou was unnervingly similar to the persona Seto'd developed to deal with Gozaburo and the rest of the world.

 

“Nervous?” Wraith was inspecting his belt knife as Seto followed Silver into the living room. This was going to be the first time he went to any of the clubs as `Bronze', and the nerves he'd quieted by thinking of Mokuba's concern came rushing back.

 

“A bit.” He was fairly certain he could avoid embarrassing Wraith as Bronze, but not entirely, and he didn't have as much confidence in the glamor that was supposed to keep him from being recognised as he perhaps should.

 

“Hmm.” Seto glanced at Silver, kneeling at Wraith's feet and moved to pick up the wig that keyed his glamor as Bronze - once he'd stripped and put the wig on all the rules Wraith had taught him applied, and he would submit to Wraith, and to Silver if he was commanded to, but until then, they were equals.

 

“Wait.” Wraith took hold of his wrist, keeping him from moving away. “There's one thing I wanted to check about tonight. You said you didn't want to do a scene in the clubs, but would you be willing to suck me off underneath the table, or sixty-nine with Silver for my pleasure?”

 

“Yes to the first.” It wouldn't require any exposure on his part after all. “No to the second, or at least not yet.” He modified his refusal in case it made Wraith angry. He'd done that with Silver a lot, training in the refinements of oral sex or on the three occasions that Bakura wasn't Silver when he visited he'd been told to practise on him.

 

“Go and change into the outfit in the usual room then.”

 

“Yes Wraith-sama.” He didn't even have to think about his response as he walked through to the room they used for most of their scenes. The outfit waiting for him wasn't too problematic; it consisted of a tunic and loose trousers in dark red velvet, matching the outfit Silver was wearing perfectly. There was also bronze jewellery, bracelets and anklets and a bronze chain for his waist, all just like the jewellery Silver was wearing save for the material. And bronze nail polish, with a note saying `fingers and toes', although he'd have guessed that from the fact that all of Silver's nails were painted silver. Obviously Wraith had decided not to bother with make-up other than the dark red lipstick waiting for him, since Seto hadn't managed to learn how to put it on properly yet.

 

He stripped swiftly, and put the wig on; triggering the glamor that altered his eyes and hid his scars and the few recognisable tattoos he'd used to celebrate a few occasions he considered turning points in his life. Then he dressed and painted his toe nails before adding the jewellery and his collar, something he'd managed to get comfortable wearing despite its slight similarity to the dog collar Gozaburo used to put him in. Finally he painted his finger nails, then his lips and walked back to kneel in front of Wraith-sama, forehead to the floor. He felt his Master's fingers in his hair, even though it was a wig the spells they'd put on it made it feel as if it was his natural hair, and turned his head to nuzzle at his Master's hand when it moved down to caress his cheek. Then Wraith-sama removed his hand.

 

“Up.” Bronze obeyed, eyes cast submissively down. “We'll be travelling to the club I have in mind through the Shadow Realm. You'll be supply the energy. Velvet Glove's one of the more mainstream places in the local scene, so it should be a comparatively easy introduction for you. Give me your hands, both of you.” Bronze held out his left hand, he'd been taught to offer that hand when Wraith-sama wanted to use his energy. He'd agreed to allow Ryou the ability to draw on his Shadow Magic whenever he wanted, and submitted to a binding Ryou had created to do just that a month into his training. Seto had never really liked the idea of Shadow Magic, and besides he never used it himself, except to summon his Blue Eyes White Dragons on occasion.

 

Bronze shivered as he felt the Shadow Realm form around them, even though they all had enough Shadow Magic to survive here it was still vaguely uncomfortable, and even now Seto had nightmares about his first time here, and the Penalty Game Yami'd imposed on him. When they returned to the real world they were in what seemed to be a changing room, and for a moment Bronze wanted to ask about the door fee, but he knew better. Wraith-sama still explained though.

 

“I paid our entry fees in advance; I've got the tokens that say we have the right to be here. We'll probably spend most of our time in the more public area, but possibly with a visit to the lower level and the more interesting areas.”

 

Bronze was pretty sure that if it wasn't for him Wraith-sama would be spending most of the evening in `the more interesting areas', but he knew better than to try to apologise for it, even wordlessly. Instead he vowed to be as perfect as he could for his Master, and to try not to react badly to anything that happened, or embarrass him. He kept his eyes lowered, but watched everything that he could from beneath his lowered lashes, and took full advantage of his peripheral vision using the skills he'd learned over the past three months. He followed three steps behind Wraith-sama, and one to the left, mirroring Silver to the right of their Master.

 

Wraith-sama went directly to the bar, ordering three drinks, one an absinthe cocktail, and one each of red and white wine. The barman presented them on a small tray, and all it took was a subtle flick of the fingers on their Master's right hand to tell them that Silver was to take the tray. Wraith-sama walked away, leading them through the club in search of what he eventually found - a single chair set back to the wall, with a small table beside it. When he sat Bronze knelt at his feet to his left, but Silver still stood until Wraith-sama smiled at him.

 

“Offering pose.” Silver immediately sunk to his knees, lifting the tray as he did so that at no point did it move more than an inch away from its starting height and it ended up held above his bowed head. Wraith-sama moved each of the glasses to the table before taking the tray and sliding it beneath the table. “Break stance.” And then Silver relaxed and crawled to kneel to their Master's right, mirroring Bronze. Wraith-sama laughed at that, and patted his lap. “No, up here.” Silver obediently climbed up into his lap, and began to snuggle into their Master's body. Then Wraith-sama picked up the glass of red wine, taking a mouthful, and then giving it to him in a kiss, one of the things Bronze had learned how to respond to before he'd consider bringing him out on the scene.

 

He expected to have to wait until Wraith-sama had finished playing with Silver to get a drink himself, but instead when the glass was still nearly two thirds full Wraith-sama pushed Silver down to the floor beside him.

 

“Help Bronze drink.” And he passed the glass of wine down to Silver. Bronze knew that Silver didn't like doing this sort of thing, but Wraith-sama was determined they'd both accept his decisions on their hierarchy, and so Silver roughly gathered Bronze into his lap, taking a mouthful of red wine, then letting it flow into Bronze's mouth when he kissed him. He moaned into the other's lips, even if Silver didn't appreciate having to do this, Bronze loved the attention from both of the silver haired men. He'd never realised how much he needed to give up control before, but Wraith-sama had taught him that, and Silver had taught him not to feel ashamed of it. They were both so strong in very different ways, and their strengths complimented each other, just as they did in their other lives as Ryou and Bakura/Touzokuou. But if Wraith-sama had allowed it, perhaps if he'd been more experienced Bronze would have been as happy to take Silver's place and dominate the spirit while submitting to the teen if it made Silver more content.

 

It didn't matter, and he put the thoughts from his mind, just enjoying the feel of Silver's hands on his body and the slight roughness as he obeyed Wraith-sama's command.

 

-o-()-o-

 

Bakura could see how it aroused Bronze when he was handled roughly, even by a fellow slave, so he didn't have any problem taking his temper at having to merge with Silver to take care of him out on the submissive. The way he was letting Bronze drink was designed to make him feel vulnerable, and to emphasise the dominance of the one giving the drink to him, and Silver knew how effective it was from the many times Wraith-sama had let him drink like that. It also made it impossible for Bakura to give Bronze more liquid than he could easily swallow, or he'd have done so the first time Wraith-sama had told him to do this, on the basis that if he screwed up Ryou-sama wouldn't ask him to do it again.

 

“Enough of that Silver. Pass me the wine back.” He obeyed, handing the nearly half full glass back up to their Master and letting go of Bronze, pushing him out of his lap when he didn't climb out of his own accord. But not roughly enough to be anything other than exciting to Bronze, so that Ryou-sama wouldn't have a reason to punish him for it. Even if his punishments were enjoyable often enough it wasn't the same knowing that he'd disappointed his Master and displeased him as it was when they were playing for pleasure.

 

“Bronze, up here.” Wraith-sama let the taller man climb up into his lap before reaching for the second glass of wine and smiling down at Bakura. “Silver, take your tunic off.” After pulling the tunic off Bakura folded it carefully and glanced up to Wraith-sama for further instructions, placing it on the table carefully at his gesture towards it. “Display pose 2.”

 

Bakura glanced at his Master from beneath lowered lashes to confirm, then moved to stand in the specified pose, legs so far apart he could barely keep his balance, arms folded behind his back, each hand gripping the opposite elbow, and bent forward until his torso was parallel to the floor. He was still to Wraith-sama's left, and if he stood upright he would be facing towards the same direction as his Master. But his positioning didn't seem to please Ryou-sama, as his Master reached out and tugged him into a different position, putting his body into easier reach so that his Master could touch him and play with his body whenever he wanted to. Wraith-sama would touch him every so often, pinching a nipple, or running his nails lightly along Bakura's flank or stomach, just enough to keep him in a constant state of low level arousal. Most of the other `dominants' who stopped to speak with Wraith-sama asked to touch him as well, but that was a privilege Ryou-sama only shared if Bakura was being punished.

 

He knew his body was covered in sweat by the time Ryou-sama spoke to him again, and the glass of white wine was half empty too.

 

“Break stance and come here.” Wraith-sama patted his lap, newly emptied by Bronze sliding back down to his knees. Bakura took the invitation and snuggled into his Master's embrace, letting his eyes fall half shut as his Master petted him properly and began to feed him more wine. It was as comforting as it always was to be vulnerable in Wraith-sama's presence, no defences up against him, knowing that all he needed to worry about was pleasing the other...not his increasingly difficult efforts to distract Zork, or trying to gather the Millennium Items, in the desperate hope that when he got them all he'd be able to goad the Pharaoh into destroying them and hopefully freeing his kin's souls before Zork could use them to destroy the world and everything that stemmed from it, including the afterlife.

 

Wraith-sama laughed, dipping his finger into the wine and circling each of Bakura's nipples in turn before licking the wine off, and then fastening belled clamps on the sensitised and erect nipples. There wasn't much wine left in the glass by now, one, perhaps two at best, mouthfuls and Wraith-sama dipped his fingers in, holding out the hand for Bronze to suck the wine off them, finishing the glass in that way. When that glass was finished he put it back on the table and reached for the red wine, a frown of displeasure appearing on his face, and through their link Bakura could tell that he'd only just noticed it was still half full. So instead he took the absinthe cocktail, changing targets so smoothly Bakura didn't think he'd have noticed were it not for their link and finishing it off with a single swallow. He handed the two empty glasses down to Bronze, and added a quick warding to his collar, one that would discourage others from approaching him.

 

“Take these back to the bar.” When Bronze stood up and took the empty glasses Wraith-sama added some more instructions. “You may defend yourself however you want from any advances, provided you try to get rid of them by touching your collar first. I know that might not always work here.” Because there were so many tourists about. Wraith-sama waited until Bronze was out of earshot before turning Bakura on his lap.

 

“You deliberately dawdled over giving Bronze his wine.” It wasn't a question, he'd probed Bakura's mind through their link to establish that, so he didn't bother responding. “Are you jealous of him? You may answer.” The words were an afterthought, but if he'd broken that rule...

 

“No Master.” And he really wasn't jealous, he just resented the position Wraith-sama wanted him in. But Ryou-sama didn't seem to realise that, as Silver, or even as he was at the moment Bakura couldn't protest his will, and when he wasn't Silver or mixed with Silver he was too embarrassed to explain to his Master. And the one time he'd tried to explain...Ryou-sama hadn't understood how fragile his mental stability was, and how much it was eroding away, hadn't understood, or hadn't believed.

 

“But it was still defiance, however slight. Over my knee.” Bakura obeyed immediately, shifting until his legs were hanging over one side of Wraith-sama's lap, and his head and arms over the other, ass in the air. His Master began to spank him, as if he was a child still, and Bakura knew that everyone close enough to watch was, he could see it through the curtain of his hair. He stayed silent, knowing that it would impress the onlookers, and that his Master didn't like to hear noises unless Bakura was given permission or couldn't keep from making them - and a spanking wasn't severe enough for that - but he wriggled in Wraith-sama's lap and grasp enough to make a good show. It was just ten blows, but that was enough that the sting wouldn't fade immediately, and when Wraith-sama had finished he ordered Bakura to return to his earlier position. Ryou-sama ran his hand through Bakura's hair, once, making a sound of displeasure as it snagged on a tangle, then he pushed Bakura back down to the floor to his right, and pulled his head into his lap where he could use a comb to work out the tangles.

 

“No words, but make any noises you want.” Ryou-sama always gave Bakura permission to make sounds when he was combing his hair, he found it amusing the way Bakura could take as much pain as his Master wanted to inflict in a scene or a punishment, and still object when his hair was combed and the comb hit a tangle. He obviously hadn't angered his Master too much by dallying over giving Bronze his wine, or Wraith-sama wouldn't have just snapped his fingers to his left, telling Bronze to resume his place kneeling to that side of their Master - he'd have made a point of putting his play with Silver aside to play with Bronze. Once he'd finished combing Bakura's hair he pulled Bronze back up into his lap and began to feed the red wine to the other slave, occasionally dipping his fingers in it, and holding them out for Bakura to drink from. Bakura made a point of showing off just how good he was with his mouth when he was granted that opportunity, wrapping his tongue around them and sucking them the way he would if it was his Master's cock in his mouth, not his fingers. Bronze hadn't done that, or gotten the reaction Bakura seemed to have from the way the other was wriggling in their Master's lap.

 

But their Master had a lot of self-control, and he didn't do anything about his obvious arousal until he'd finished with the wine. Then he slid Bronze down his knees and pulled his face into his groin as he unfastened his trousers to expose his cock. For a second Bakura could see Bronze hesitating, this wasn't quite what they'd discussed before they left, but it was close enough, and he seemed determined to show Wraith-sama everything he'd learned. And Ryou-sama seemed content to allow him to display his skills, for a while anyway, since he didn't control Bronze's motion with a hand in his hair.

 

Afterwards he stood and fastened his trousers, telling Bakura to get dressed before leading them into the private areas, stopping to watch some of the scenes for a few moments, just glancing at the subs and slaves left in bondage. He started avoiding the two displays of whipping when Bronze stepped close enough to him that he could touch their Master on hearing a whip crack. But there was one Domme displaying how well she could use a knife on her sub, and that caught his attention as nothing else could. The sub was a slender man, with typical Japanese colouring, dark brown hair and eyes, and bronze skin, chained with his hands above his head stretching his body in a smooth line. And the Domme was using a much bigger knife than Bakura would use even in a fight, it was bordering on being a short sword, obviously more for a mind fuck than any real purpose, especially with the way she was teasing him with it. Once that was obvious Wraith-sama turned to leave the room, just as Marik was coming in.

 

-o-()-o-

 

“Lord Wraith. What a pleasure.” There was an edge of gleeful malice to Marik's voice that Ryou didn't like.

 

“Are you still going by `Aku' demonling, or do you use some other name?” Ryou's own voice was cold, emotionless as it wouldn't be wise to give away any clues for an opponent to use against him...and at the moment Marik was an opponent, if not an enemy.

 

“Aku will do just fine.” He was smirking, almost leering at Silver, and there was no way Ryou was letting him hurt his property. Of course he'd need time to get through Marik's defences, poor as they were, so... “I think we need to have a little chat. In private.”

 

“Very well Aku. There is probably a room that isn't being used around here somewhere. Shall we go and look for it?” As he spoke Ryou sent tendrils of Shadow Magic out towards the yami, testing his defences, noting what reactions he got to each probe, and mapping the defences out. Ryou could probably overwhelm them all at once with the power he could draw on from Bronze and Silver (since Bakura had suggested the spell that allowed Ryou to draw on his Shadow Magic as if it was his own when his collar wasn't hidden) but that would be a waste of energy he'd only use if he ran out of time and had no other option. Talking to Marik while he tried to find a more subtle way through his defences would be better. That way he'd have plenty of power to spare for whatever he decided to do to him.

 

The room they eventually ended up in had a rack standing by...for show most likely, it was just the sort of over the top piece of equipment that amateurs might get enamoured with, and that made for a really good mind fuck. There was also a cage taking up one side of the room...Ryou smiled at Marik and opened the cage, the order implicit as he looked at his slave and his sub. It would get them both out of the line of fire anyway, and playing these games seemed to do something to Bakura, Ryou wasn't going to put him at risk if he could help it.

 

Marik watched as Silver and Bronze curled together on the floor of the cage, not seeming to care that they were being locked in. Ryou knew that wasn't exactly the case, they just both had faith that he'd let them out again when the time came...and if worst came to worst Bakura had the skills to pick the lock and get them out, or to leave through the Shadow Realm. Still, it would be best to make sure, to plan for all contingencies...although Ryou was confident of his victory a `go to hell' plan was always important.

 

:Bakura. If I'm killed or put out of the fight get out of here with Seto. I don't want you to face Marik at a disadvantage.: He could feel Bakura's resistance to the idea, but he'd be using Bakura's Shadow Magic to fight Marik, as well as Seto's, and even in the best case scenario Bakura would be pulling out of being Silver when the fight started.

 

-As you wish Yadonushi-sama.- Ryou smiled as he saw Bakura pull Seto into his arms protectively...despite the height difference and he pulled one of the daggers he wore on his forearms from the glamor that hid it, tossing it into the cage near Bakura.

 

“Tell me Bakura...why do you look like your hikari when you play these games? And why did you let him take over the role of Wraith for that bet?” Marik thought he was Bakura in disguise? That certainly opened up possibilities. Ryou put a cruel smile on his face and leaned back against the cage bars, taking a dagger from his belt and the glamor hiding it to play with as he replied.

 

“Why do you think demonling?” He'd already found one way through Marik's defences, a hair thin crack in the wall blocking hostile Shadow Magic, but that wasn't enough, and he probably had multiple layers of defences the way Ryou did. So he had to keep on distracting him, and play for time. Imitating Bakura-sama should work, and he left the cage to stalk over to the yami. “Well?” He let just a touch of Shadow Magic play along the blade, it would act as a poison if he could get it into the other, not a very strong poison, but enough to slow him down a bit.

 

“I'm sure the Pharaoh won't be happy to hear that you've been abusing your hikari this way, and now you've got another victim.”

 

“And what makes you think this isn't something Silver wants and enjoys? He started this relationship, believe it or not. And besides, after the show at The Foxhole none of the Pharaoh's groupies are going to believe I'm anyone but Ryou using the name Wraith.” Ryou smiled, waiting to see how Marik would respond...from his probes it almost felt as if his Shadow Magic defences really were a single, heavy wall and Ryou was insinuating his own Shadow Magic through every crack he could find. Every last word he'd spoken was true, so what if they were misleading.

 

“But if Lord Wraith is Ryou then that makes Silver the great Touzokuou.” And now Marik had hit upon the truth, even if he thought it was a lie. “How would the Pharaoh react to that do you think? And what will you do to keep me from spreading the tale of how I found you in a BDSM club being dominated by your pathetic hikari?”

 

“This.” Ryou smiled sweetly. He'd got enough of his power through Marik's defences to directly target the pain centres of his brain, sending him falling to the floor, screaming and thrashing. And all of his defences went right down as well. Ryou had a deck on him, ready for combat and he used Chain Energy to bind Marik in place as he knelt beside the yami. “You aren't going to tell anyone anything about what you saw here. I won't have anyone damaging Silver's reputation like that...or Bronze's for that matter.” Ryou hoped that Marik could hear him over his own screams, but if he couldn't it didn't matter. He rolled him over onto his stomach, and pulled his jacket and shirt up to expose his back, cutting one of the hieroglyphs on his back open again, the one saying `silence' and binding the compulsion to never reveal what he'd just found out to anyone into it. Then he stopped stimulating the pain centres, and gave a single jolt to the pleasure centres, before setting the chain energy to fade away and opening the cage again.

 

He stepped inside and held out a hand for each of his lovers. Bakura stood first, helping Seto to his feet and offering Ryou the dagger from his forearm at the same time. Once Ryou'd put that away he took Ryou's left hand while Seto took his right.

 

The risk of embarrassing or endangering Silver and Bronze somehow was the only reason Ryou didn't stay and find another way to hurt and humiliate Marik. And that was somewhat unnerving, that he'd changed so much, but he pushed the thought away and focused on getting them all back home.

 

As soon as he let go of their hands Bronze dropped to his knees, shaking, and pulled off his wig, breaking the glamor, and telling Ryou that the game was over for him, while Silver almost collapsed into his arms, shaking every bit as badly as Seto. Ryou cursed mentally while considering his options. Both of his lovers needed him, but...Silver couldn't verbalise why or what was wrong with him. Ryou'd learned about that, how Bakura had somehow ended up blocked against saying anything about his problems when he was in the right mood for these games, and he didn't automatically return to being himself if there was a problem.

 

Ryou shifted Silver into his left arm and knelt by Seto, wrapping his right arm around the CEO.

 

“Seto, what's wrong?”

 

“I...don't know.” His voice was no more than a whisper. “There wasn't a problem until we came back here.” Ryou blinked, and scanned Seto and Silver with his Shadow Magic.

 

“I'm sorry. This was my fault. I drew on your Shadow Magic too quickly after I cursed Marik to make sure he stayed quiet about what he saw and I didn't draw on it through the right pathways. It's a reaction to the way I drew on your Shadow Magic, nothing more. Have you ever had problems because you stayed awake too long?”

 

“Yes, with Gozaburo.” Why was that not a surprise, Ryou thought ruefully. He'd known Seto was a workaholic, and that's why he'd chosen that particular question, there simply weren't enough hours in the day for Seto to do everything he did without skimping on sleep at some point. But he hadn't exactly anticipated Seto admitting that his history of sleep deprivation started in his childhood.

 

“Well, this is just the same thing. For both of you. Although if it was stressful to watch me deal with Marik that probably exacerbated the problem.” It had certainly been stressful to actually deal with Marik. Even though Ryou had the ability to draw on Bakura's and Seto's Shadow Magic - either of which was equal to Marik's Shadow Magic - it was more awkward for him to use Shadow Magic that way, and avoid hurting them the way he just had. So he'd been focusing on trying to keep Marik from realising that he wasn't Bakura, making sure he didn't attack, and finding a way through his defences. “Come on.” He stood, pulling his two lovers up with him. Seto needed to be pampered, and it would probably settle Silver down better than anything else to pamper someone.

 

He guided them up to the bedroom he shared with Silver, pushing Seto down to the bed and beginning to strip him.

 

“Silver, get some massage oil and start to warm it up. I want you to work all the kinks and tension out of Seto's body.” Silver didn't reply, just bowed his head and moved to obey. Ryou stroked Seto's hair gently and began the process of getting his nail polish off once he was naked. “You'll feel better after Silver's given you a massage. We won't be playing again tonight, and I'm sorry your first visit to the scene with me went wrong like that.”

 

“It's not your fault. It was good up until Marik turned up. Can we do it again some other time?” Ryou'd half expected this to turn Seto off the scene for a while, he'd made a point of pushing his limits slightly, and then Marik had caused problems.

 

-o-()-o-